was crumbling just as fast he was

4

You were home alone when you heard the knock on the door. Magnus was in the Institute, having some business with the Shadowhunters or rather Alec. You didn’t mind. Seeing Magnus happy was a good think. It’s been a while since he had taken you in and treated you like his own blood. Not just learning to control your powers, that made your mother abandon you and leave you on his porch.

For a moment you thought about ignoring the knock but you felt an urge to open it, so you followed your feelings.
The door only half open, Raphael crumbled against the frame. Burning wounds all over his face as he almost looked lost, while collapsing in your arms.

Your heart started beating fast just seeing his wounds and anger trembled in you. Somebody did that to the other boy, Magnus had considered his son even far before you had come in his life. You three were family, Raphael always there to assure you that you were not alone and that it didn’t matter that he was a vampire and you a warlock.

“I got you, Raph. Everything will be fine”, you whispered, as you helped him sit down before you started healing his wounds. You always were better at that, than using your powers to damage somebody.

“Thank you, (y/n). Not sure what I would have done without you.” Raphael’s words warmed your heart. He didn’t know how you really felt about him, didn’t know that you had fallen in love with him, once you had become older.

“I’ll always help you Raph”, you said and when you saw him smirk you decided to be brave. “Because I love you.”
For a moment nobody said anything but then Raphael looked at you.
“You love me?”, he asked but you knew you didn’t have to answer, so you just tried to keep breathing. When he finally smiled up at you, you felt like floating. “Well then our next next date hopefully doesn’t include injuries.”


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Cassian x Reader, Part 1

Title: Whatever It Takes / AO3 
Part 2: tumblr
Part 3: tumblr
Length: 7.5k
Series rating: M for language and sexual content (contains some torture)
Summary: Reader and Cassian have kept their relationship a secret but when Reader is captured and tortured by the Empire, it’s obvious to all of Yavin 4 that Cassian will stop at nothing to get her back.
Author’s Note: A lovely anon requested this incredible idea and I immediately fell head over heels in love with it. Starts out pretty angsty but there will be fluff to make everything better, promise. :) Happy reading!! XOXO
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[ here, have some post-war eighth year hansy for the @slytherdornet ship spotlight challenge ]

  • they call it an eighth year.
  • it’s ridiculous, and it’s stupid, and its entirely unnecessary. pansy had gotten through most of her own seventh year unscathed; she knew how to transfigure furniture, and she knew how to brew a batch of polyjuice, and she knew how to hide. she knew how to hide well. she didn’t need to return to hogwarts and watch the war heroes feign modesty and be confronted by a splintered house table and a decaying dungeon and an ashy scorch mark where vincent crabbe had burned to death. she didn’t have anything else to learn. she didn’t.
  • but. she didn’t have anywhere else to go, either.
  • that was the thing.
  • her childhood home had been ransacked, turned over to the ministry as evidence for her father’s crimes. goyle was under house arrest and blaise was in france and draco had all but disappeared after the final battle and daphne–daphne was going back to school, of course she was, because astoria was barely fourteen and family was important.
  • pansy isn’t astoria’s sister.
  • but she’s always kind of felt a little like daphne’s.
  • so pansy zips herself into a knee length black shift dress with a lace collar and long lines of seed pearl buttons running from her wrists to her elbows, and she steps onto the hogwarts express like it’s any other september, like she belongs there, and she inspects the dark purple polish on her nails and she tucks errant strands of blunt cut hair behind her ears and she doesn’t look at anyone as she saunters down the corridor because she isn’t quite sure that she wouldn’t scream if she did.
  • which is, obviously, how she runs directly into harry potter.
  • he’s–bigger than she remembers. taller. broader. less pale and less shaky and less tired. he stumbles backwards, instinctively reaching out to steady her, and she thinks, somewhat hysterically, somewhat inanely, that she can feel the heat of his hands right through the fabric of her dress.
  • “parkinson,” he says, sounding…surprised. “er. hello.”
  • pansy swallows. “hello.”
  • potter stares down at her, a slight furrow in his brow. his grip tightens around her arms. “right. uh.”
  • “right, uh,” she mimics, meanly, before glaring at the spot where he’s still touching her. he lets go so fast that she’s amazed he doesn’t injure himself.
  • and then he’s stepping away altogether, casting an irritatingly thoughtful glance at her over his shoulder, and she’s left standing there, confused and annoyed and breathless, maybe, because that hadn’t been nearly as awful as it could have been, as it arguably should have been, and–
  • she pretends that she isnt just the tiniest bit cold as she watches potter disappear into the next train car.
  • from then on, though, it only gets weirder.
  • the castle is a mess, crumbling and curse torn and ragged around the edges, and the hufflepuffs temporarily move in with the scant remaining slytherins. pansy is sharing a room with hannah abbott. hannah abbott braids wildflowers into her hair every morning. hannah abbott’s shampoo smells like vanilla cupcakes. hannah abbott compliments pansy’s extensive collection of muggle lipsticks, and hannah abbott is conscientious about picking up after herself before the elves come around, and hannah abbott is apparently dating neville bloody longbottom.
  • “what,” pansy bleats when she gets back from a late dinner to find longbottom and finnigan and potter sitting in the slytherin common room. a half empty bottle of firewhiskey is lying on a priceless sixteenth century rug. pansy drops her bag. “what is going on?”
  • hannah abbott waves cheerfully from where she’s perched on longbottom’s lap. “pansy! you’re home!”
  • pansy is not home. home is daphne and astoria and a world that doesn’t manage to find a new way to spin backwards every time she fucking blinks. pansy is in hell.
  • three hours later, hannah has dragged longbottom off to bed, finnigan has passed out in a nearby armchair, and potter has inexplicably moved much, much closer to pansy. he’s also poured her a drink, and chuckled at one of her more acerbic jokes, and flashed her a decidedly wicked grin.
  • pansy is still in hell, probably.
  • “why are you being so nice to me?” she finally blurts out.
  • potter squints at the fireplace, glasses reflecting bloody red and fading orange and hot, bright, bitter yellow. “hannah says you read muggle magazines,” he replies, like that makes any sense at all. “the, er, fashion ones. from france.”
  • “are you very interested in women’s fashion, then, potter?” pansy coos.
  • he smirks, looking summarily unbothered, and then shrugs. “it’s exhausting hating so many people. just. takes a lot of effort, doesn’t it? holding on to all that.”
  • pansy cocks her head to the side. “so, what, you had to–to reprioritize your shit list, and i didn’t make the cut?”
  • he laughs. “i died,” he says, kind of simply. “i don’t…want to have to do that again.”
  • pansy studies the chipped rim of her mug. firewhiskey is exactly as disgusting as it had been two summers ago. she sighs. “i suppose you have a point. i–i just wanted it to be over, when i–you know. and. well. now it is.” she hesitates. it’s warm in the common room, warmer than it usually is, and she suddenly feels hopeful. reckless. the difference between bravery and fear must be in the motivation, she decides, because she’s spoken up before. this isn’t that. “maybe that’s what matters, though,” she continues. “maybe we…maybe we get to start over.”
  • potter smiles faintly, like he can’t help himself, and then squeezes her knee.
  • the fire crackles.
fic masterlist

prompted by a request and a need for organization, here’s a masterlist of all the (x-files) fic i’ve done

multichapter

half-light (msr, s10 au/s1 au, rewrite of the original, wc: 74k)

Mulder and Scully get a second chance.

the unspeakable fear of things (msr, emily, s5-6 au, wc: 41k)

Emily Sim is cured by mysterious circumstances, deemed a miracle by the doctors.

  • the truth we both know (msr, emily, william, s9 au, wc: 19k)
    • Scully deals with newly single parenthood and the fall out from Mulder going on the run.
  • Christmas Ficlets (msr, emily, william, wc: 12k)
    • series of Christmas ficlets set post-ufot

starless and shadow (msr, millennium au, post col, wc: 17k)

The world didn’t end. But what if it did?

one/two/three shots

if the dead can hear the living (msr, gethsemane au)

“It him?” the detective asks, and she says, “Yeah,” and leaves the room on wobbly legs.


“And what about my partner?” Mulder hisses. The alien pauses before continuing with some kind of self-satisfaction. “Dana Scully died last night at Trinity Hospital.”

writer’s pen (csm, meta bullshit)

what if the x files was a series of sci-fi novels written by the cigarette smoking man, and what if the cigarette smoking man wasn’t a shadowy villain but instead a petty writer who cast the people in his lives in his stories?

a blanket, the lights, and the sky (msr, college au)

two college students, truth or dare, and a light in the sky.

under the stars (minimal fate required) (msr, aus)

or: ways mulder and scully could’ve been happy

hold your breath so you don’t say i love you (msr, vignette)

46. things you said when you kissed me goodnight, along the different seasons

where the love light gleams (emily, william, au, on the run)

Emily and William escape the air base where they’ve spent their entire lives, and set out in search of their family.

motions of time (msr, cancer arc au)

He kisses her in the hallway of the hospital under the washed out lights: quickly, with his hands in her hair.

inches between them (msr, deadalive-empedocles)

It’s taken her nearly eight years to believe in the impossible, and it’s still easy to revert to old habits. She believed for Mulder when it seemed vital, when it was imperative that if he couldn’t be there that someone be there to fill his role in his life’s work, to take his place, but she didn’t believe when it really was vital. She never imagined him coming back from the dead, always thought it was impossible. If she ever imagined them raising the baby together, she imagined a reality where he never left and her life didn’t crumble to dust.

car games (scully, william, post-s9 au)

He gets bored on long car rides, restless, tapping his sneakered foot against the center console rhythmically. There is a succession of car games, and he gets tired of them fast. “Who wants to count cars, Mom?” he whines, just a little. “That’s boring.”

another year (msr)

Mulder celebrates Scully’s birthday vs Scully celebrates Mulder’s birthday.

date of birth (william, van de kamps)

Five of William Van de Kamp’s birthdays.

3:55 (scully, pilot au)

His eyes are something strange, almost of… desperation as he looks down at her. Like he’s known her for a thousand years. Dana shifts her weight uncomfortably. The man clears his throat, and says, “Yeah, uh, don’t take you new assignment.”

read it beginning to end (msr)

He stays up late reading Moby-Dick by lamplight, and lays it all out for her at the end of a chapter in pencil.

reunions (and an orange painted sky) (msr, william, s10/s11 spec)

Mulder grins wider in response, tightening his arms around her. “Scully, I think there’s someone you should meet.”

second step (msr ust, s2)

The first step is the one that reminds her that she is alive. The first step was her first year with Mulder, caught up in the excitement of it all. The second step is harder - but, she reminds herself, the second step is worth it.

smoke and mirrors (msr)

What’s your truth, she thinks idly, and is surprised to find that she wants to know the answer. 

miles away (for xfilesrevisited)

It’s Christmas, and Scully won’t come downstairs.

unfinished crossover with stranger things

“Mr. Mulder, I am fascinated with your work on the X-Files,” Dustin says excitedly. “I’m sorry I thought you were a murderer.”

“That’s okay, most do.” He shrugs. “I’m sorry for my appearance, but I wasn’t expecting guests.” He shoots a look at Emily.

“It’s like I said, Mulder, that over there is Eleven, and she’s the one who’s like William.”

“She came from a bad place, and her nose bleeds when she does the thing,”  William says, swinging her hand.

“And she’s going to help the guys find Will, you know, that missing kid, but she needs a place to stay,” Emily says.

The man is looking at her. Mike, Lucas, and Dustin are clustered together, staring at them. The man steps closer and offers his hand. “Hi, Eleven,” he says quietly. “I’m Mulder.”

Eleven takes his hand with her free one and shakes it. “Hi,” she says softly.

the werewolf theory (au comedy-ish thing)

Mulder and Scully solve a case as a married couple. (And it’d be great if everyone could let the last names thing go.)

“how i met your mother” au  1, 2, 3 (schmoopie family stuff)

basically a happy family au

a pale circle of light (post-the truth)

“Scully!” he calls after her. She keeps walking without looking back, chin firmly set.

drabbles

headcanons/short fics

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In Need of Fixing - Dean Winchester

PART I

Summary ;; part II of trapped. y/n and dean are struggling to get back to the way they were before as reminders of what happened previously keep haunting them.

(y/n) = your name

(y/n/n) = your nickname

(y/e/c) = your eye colour

Warnings ;; angst, hallucinations, panic attacks

Words ;; 2.9k

Published ;; 12th april, ‘17

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Stay safe + ily☁️


Two weeks later.

The past two weeks had been full of sleepless nights and lonely hearts for the both of you and Dean. And tonight was no different for you in particular as you lay wide awake, staring up at the plain, white ceiling for hours on end as Dean, assumingly, slept soundly next to your restless body.

You didn’t even need to glance away from the plaster above you to notice the fair amount of distance that you had subconsciously put between the two of you in your shared bed. That acknowledgment alone caused a sad sigh to escape past your parted lips.

A quiet yawn emitted soon after and you wanted nothing more than to close tired and weary eyes and drift off to sleep but deep down, you knew it wasn’t that easy. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had a proper, full nights sleep, said sleep usually being plagued by various nightmares that often woke you up accompanied by a scream or broken sobs.

At that thought, you couldn’t help but lightly trace your fingers on the still sensitive skin of your neck; the bruises and swelling had healed but the memories behind the incident proved to be harder to get rid of.

With another quiet sigh, you sat up and slide the covers away from your frame. Being careful not to wake Dean, you threw your legs over the side of the bed and stood up slowly, tiptoeing toward the door. You glanced over your shoulder, your (y/e/c) eyes landing and lingering on his peaceful persona before you rid yourself of longing thoughts and exited the room.

You quickly made your way to the spare room in which you had spent most of your nights in the past thirteen or fourteen days. No one blamed you for being scared; they both understood why you felt the way you did. You were absolutely terrified of waking up one day with Dean next to you, his eyes black and void of emotion and his hand around your throat once more.

“I wanted to see the fear trapped in your eyes whenever you saw me.”

You let out an involuntary shiver as his words from before played in your head like a loop before wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself as you settled on the cold, unfamiliar bed that you had barely grown accustomed to even after all that time.

You just wanted everything to go back to normal. You wanted to be around Dean without the memories flooding in and distancing yourself further away from him. You wanted to be with him, like how it used to be. But something was stopping you and you couldn’t seem to get around that.

“Because you’ll end up dead.”

That was the final, dreaded thought that lingered in your head as you slipped into an uncomfortable and unwelcome slumber.

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Synonym [Kyungsoo Semi-Smut]

This was requested a while back but I couldn’t write it sooner. Sorry to that anon that I left waiting. Anyways, it’s not super smutty but there’s some touchy parts I guess? Smut is hard [;)] no seriously, it takes some time to write and lots of imagination… anyways, enjoy. Ara~


Drops of water fell as we rapidly walked to my room. It was one of those moments where you rushed your step, kind of hiding from something, and yet you were alone. We were alone, hiding from the lights that came from outside; we made no sounds and could only hear our breathing. 
I could barely see him, standing in the middle of my room as he quickly started to undress. 

“K-Kyungsoo?” I whispered, not sure if I should close my eyes or follow him.
“I’m all soaked jagi.. and so are you. You should change before you catch a cold”
It was storming outside, it caught us off guard. I kind deny I enjoy when Kyungsoo kisses me under the rain, but being alone with him while we change, is another thing.

It’s not the first time and I doubt it will be the last, but he always manages to make me feel so nervous, even when nothing is going on. It’s like falling in love all over again, seeing how perfect he is, how flawless his silhouette it.

I probably was spacing out because I jumped the moment I felt Kyungsoo’s hand slide down my sides, embracing me from behind. 
“What are you thinking jagi?” He whispered into my ear, nipping it gently. “Is my back so breath-taking?” Soo teased.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt of course, I could feel his chest pressed against my back. I could feel his breathing match mine, I could feel his heart beating really fast.
“Soo… What are you doing?” I turned in his arms, facing that sweet boy that held me so close. I didn’t have to wait an answer to know what to do next. Our lips met with a gentle pressure, fire growing inside of me. Just a kiss was enough to make my knees crumble. 
“Do you know jagi… how much I love having you close?” He whispered, his hands playing with my jeans. Everywhere he touched, I felt like sparkles.
“H-how much?” I could barely speak, the heat in the room increased rapidly. Yet it all felt so pure, my room turned to be our sanctuary, our little paradise. The heat was the synonym of the love that emerged from the bottom of our hearts. Kyungsoo’s touch was like a physical poem, a sweet and warm melody. 
Carefully, he picked me up in his arm and carried me to the bed, before laying me down and slowly crawling on top of me. “You’ll see…”


“Did you heard that?!” He stopped his his kissing-my-whole-body-session. “I think it was the front door…”
“Must be my roommate…” I mentally slapped myself, of course she would come exactly in the precise moment when Kyungsoo had finally decide to show me his love. 
I guess I looked a little frustrated because he suddenly began laughing.
“What’s so funny Soo?!” I pouted.
He went back to kiss my hip bones, biting them a little. “Well… we have two options” His eyes looked directly into mine, making my whole body chill. “We can stop and watch a movie or…” He continued “We can be very quiet… and go to that place we’ve been wanting to go for quite some time now”
I knew that the synonym of that place was our sanctuary aka love and all the carnal actions it derived. I couldn’t deny I have been craving for his touch and more than just his touch for a while now. I couldn’t just refuse his offer because he was everything I wanted, our bodies cried for each other’s touch.
And he knew I felt that way, he knew that I didn’t want to stop.
“I love you jagi” He kissed me before his hands continued to wander over my body. “And I love being here… just you and me”


I could hear the rain drops, hitting my window. I could hear the traffic sounds of the city. I could see the street lights barely illuminating the room, enough for me to see the perfect silhouette that laid on top of me.
I could hear him groan in my ear, I could see those beautiful dark eyes that couldn’t leave mine for just a second.
And I could feel.
Feel how slowly he took me to that paradise, to that quiet place. The sanctuary we both built.

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The Greatest Gift Epilogue (Alexander x Reader)

Word Count: 2,584

Warnings: SMUT, swears

Authors Note: I don’t even have an excuse for this. I am so sorry. God bless.

Shout out to @adolescenthowell for being a babe and always helping me through my smut writing process :) check her out!

Requests: The greatest gift part 2?

Alexander dry humping PLEASE I AM SHOOK

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You stood stirring two cups of hot cocoa, one for Isabelle and one for Alexander as you admired them from the kitchen as he was sat on the couch, Isabelle on his lap, watching the last minutes of Elf the movie. His hand was unconsciously stroking through her dark hair, and you could tell she was minutes from passing out.

“Here my babes.” you called as you made your way to the couch setting the mugs on the glass coffee table.

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Adrien the Civilian

For ML Angst Week of @miraculous-weeks

Day 1: Mistakes/Aftermath


It’s my first time doing something like this so… Enjoy the angst? It’s 3000 words and only lightly edited so I put a read more ok im sorry

Warning: Character death, heavy angst. You’ve been warned.

Edit: I just realized I also hit the other day’s prompts? I—

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It wasn’t supposed to happen that way.

It was just a simple akuma attack. Just like any other.

The Baker, he was simply called, had the ability to turn everything into bread. He was a giant, however, easily towering halfway over Collège Françoise Dupont, and he wielded a giant rolling pin that could flatten everything in his path. The plan was simple—Ladybug would use her Lucky Charm, a bag of flour, and Chat Noir would come in and destroy the giant rolling pin with his Cataclysm. It wasn’t like they could just break that thing over their knees and call it a day, after all.

With their usual team effort, they had managed to blind The Baker with the flour and trip him with Ladybug’s string. She then hollered at him to use Cataclysm on the akuma’s rolling pin.

“Now!” she’d shouted, urgently.

He only did as he was told.

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Trust

Originally posted by thefacesofdeath

GIF not mine

Ivar x Reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, smut,NSFW

     ‘Forgive me for I was a fool and I didn’t knew what I was doing!’ he knew that this should be the words to come out his mouth but he couldn’t find himself saying them, he was not used to this type of words, never spelled them in his life, making it very hard for him to spell them now as the only thing that ever brought him happiness needed to hear them, but his tongue seemed to have a mind of it’s own as he started to say venomous words whom touched her heart and made all her love, all her feelings for him tremble.

     “I have nothing for what to asks your forgiveness, I did nothing wrong and you should know it. You should know that when I ask you to do something you do that something and you don’t complain and in the same time you should know that I allow no man to touch you but still you let that boy touch you, you let that man put his hands on you, you let him hold you in his arms as if you’re his. I’ll won’t apologize for what I did because you need to learn your place. I’m the prince and you’re just the woman which whom I sleep.” his eyes are dark as he says this words and her eyes are full of tears. They start to roll down her red cheeks as she feels her heart breaking, her fate and love crumbling, his words hitting her like whips .

     “If this is what you think, my prince, then it means that I’m easy to replace and that’s why I’m going to leave. You should find another woman to warm your bed and stay by your side when you need her, fast since from your words I’m not that important in your life.” She says, her words hurting her as the burning red places on her cheeks still do. She turns around, leaving the price’s house as she head to her’s tears rolling down her cheeks in the cold air of the night.

     When she enters in her house there’s no warmth, just cold, a very deep cold that surrounded her heart and her mind, that sealed her love away, she did no mistake but he hit her, the man in which she trusted the most hit her with both his hands and his words and this was something that she will won’t forgive easily. She will won’t go back next day, falling at his feet and begging for him to forgive her, she will won’t humiliate herself as she did until now, because this time what he did was unforgivable. She could take his words, his coldness, his hate and his thirst for blood but she will won’t accept him to hit her. After all she was a free woman, a shield maiden and she will won’t allow a man, not even the prince to land a hand on her, no matter how much she loved him she needed to erase him from her mind, her body and her soul, she needed to do this not because she wanted but because he broke her heart and damned be if she will won’t make him pay for what he did, damned it be if she will won’t make Ivar the Boneless pay for how he has hurt her.


     She didn’t talked to him, didn’t got close to him all the winter, she stood away from her first lover and the one whom stole her heart as much as she could. Now that the summer was close she started to train again, if she wanted to go raiding she needed to be strong, she needed to be prepared for what was going to come. She needed to be there fighting or she will won’t be able to keep herself sane.

     But there was one thing bothering her. No matter how much she tried she couldn’t make her heart forget about Ivar, about her prince, about the way in which he would make love to her, hold her, kiss her, drive her crazy with his actions and the fact that she could feel his eyes on her every time when she was training, when she was fighting with someone else drove her insane.

     In some nights the remember of his touch on her skin, his body on hers, his lips on hers would drive her crazy and make her body ache with need, but he was the one that could finish the ache and she was not willing to give up and go back to him until she didn’t heard his apology.

     It was time to go away, to go fight the Saxons and you were more than ready, as the boat was floating on the water leading all of you on the way to those lands that were soon going to be destroyed by the wrath of the gods, by the wrath of your blades.

     The journey seemed endlessly as you were burning with rage and energy to be released, not even rowing was helping you stop your wild beating heart and your thirst for blood. 

     When you arrived to those lands you didn’t looked at them, you were to eager to go settle and kill some Saxons to be able to look at your surroundings.


     The day of battle has come and you could feel all those emotions burning inside your chest, flowing in your blood, filling you with thirst for blood and death.

     Ivar was on front of you, all of your man waiting for his command, you were sitting on his back ready to kill and spill blood, ready to welcome Valhalla if this is what the gods want. You were ready to give everything for Ivar to win, even if he broke you in pieces and left you there alone.

     By now you could see the Saxons coming in front of you, your mans hitting the shields with their axes waiting for the command.

     “Attack.” Was the only word that left Ivar’s mouth, loud enough to be heard from miles away. You all started to run to the opposite army. Killing everything that meet your way. You started with just one axe but seeing that they tried to attack you from several places, more than one man fighting you, you took out your other axe, hitting, slicing and killing everything that tried to stop you from reaching your goal, from killing the king.

     The Saxons that were close to you were afraid to come close, they saw the way you fight and they could say that you’re fighting like ten mans. This didn’t bothered you, it just made them an easier target for you and the other ones. You knew that in battle you were wild, just like a mad man, you would fight till your last breath to stop the adrenaline and the ache in your heart.

     When the last man was killed you turned around looking at the massacre that surrounded you. You yelled once in joy as the other ones followed you. Sure there were dead even among your people but you were happy for them, fighting in this battle helped them pass though the gates of Valhalla with no problems and now they were eating with the gods.

     “You fought well today.” Ivar said as he came next to you, his eyes full with pride. You looked at him with no expression.

     “Thank you, my prince. I learned from the best.” you said and he smiled softly at you before his eyes darkened looking at something that was coming to you, you turned around to look at what Ivar saw. Your brother came and bowed to Ivar before pulling you in a fast hug.

     “What’s with this face sister, do you want to anger the gods for not being happy that we killed the Saxons?” he asked, making you laugh as he tried to ruffle your hair. He kissed your cheek and ran after his friends as you were left with Ivar again. You looked at him, his eyes filled with joy, relief and something that you could not put the point on.

     “So he’s your bother?” he asked still looking at you as his chariot was moving in peace with your footsteps.

     “Yes, he is.” you answered before you ran away from him, being close to Ivar made you pass again though all those feelings that you had for him and you didn’t wanted to. You still loved him with all your heart but he has hurt you to much and never said that he’s sorry or searched for you, he acted as if you really meant nothing to him and this was not something that you accepted on your life.


     You feasted that night, everybody getting drunk with ale and full with food. Even there you could feel Ivar’s eyes on you. They never left you, only on the battle field you could not feel his gaze burning on your skin but now it was intense and it hurt you a lot more to think that he wanted just your body. You didn’t drank so much so you were still aware of your surroundings when you went to bed, only your under dress covering your body, besides the furs laying on top of you.

     You almost fell asleep when you heard something crawling in your tent, you knew it was Ivar, by the way in which he was moving and by the almost unnoticeable sound he made, but you learned over the years to pick up on the little sounds that he was making. 

     You didn’t said anything pretending to be asleep as he got under the furs, pulling you to his muscular chest. His lips pressed light kisses on your head as his hand was caressing your belly and hip.

     “What do you want, Ivar?” you asked confused and anxious as you could feel the ache between your legs growing and growing until it was unsupportable to bear it so you tried to pull away from his touch but it only made him growl and bring you closer.

     “I want you. I want your body, your blood, your heart, you soul. I want everything that you used to give to me.” Ivar’s hand was exploring your back slowly and he was looking in your eyes, seeing the doubt, the hurt. “I know that what I did was wrong, I know that I should have let you explain yourself. And I know by all the gods that I shouldn’t have hit you but I need you, I swear to all the gos that I need you more than I ever needed someone or something in my life.” This coming from Ivar meant a lot as he never apologized, he never revealed his feeling and you knew that you’ll never get more out of him. His words filled you with joy and all that you could do was to press your lips to his, he pulled you even closer, his mouth devouring yours, making you his. Loving you and intensifying the ache between your legs.

     He turned you over so he will be on top of you his lips leaving bruising kisses along your jawline ,neck and collars. You took one of his hands and pressed it to your aching pussy, his fingers immediately making their way inside of you. You moans were barely suppressed by his mouth. You take a knife and cut your dress so Ivar haves more acces at your body.

    His lips move to your nipples and he bites on them, making you scream and moan until you’re a panting mess, almost coming to your end with his fingers moving inside of you and his lips pressed to your chest.

     But then you push him away and take off his clothes, you lips starting to torture all his body as he did to you. When you reach his manhood you see it throbbing and pitch red, waiting for attention. You take him in your hands and kiss the tip of it, gathering some precum on your shiny lips. You lick it, making Ivar groan at your actions and then you take him in your mouth, allowing it to go as far as you want to take it, sucking it slow as your hand moves to the base stimulating the parts that you can not reach. Ivar grunts and moans until his hands are on your hair and he forces you to take all of him.You enjoy it, having his hard on, on your mouth, making you feel the power of it, Ivar dominating you, taking what he wants from you. Using you for pleasure and giving you pleasure in the same time.

     He pulls your head up from him and his lips smash yours as he turns you around again, kissing you and he lines himself up with you. He moves his lips to your shoulder and bites on it, teeth piercing though your skin, making the blood surface as he enters inside of you with a fast move.

     You can’t suppress the loud moan that escapes your lips when you feel him inside of you, his hips hitting yours all over again as he licks the blood that comes out from your shoulder. You pull his head so you can kiss him as you start to move your hips, greeting every thrust of his with a welcoming moan or a soft grunt. You kiss your way up his neck and bite him just enough to make him feel some pain.

     Ivar moans like an animal as he moves faster, rougher inside of you, owning you completely as he used to do months ago. You submit to him, your hands traveling up and down his back, piercing the skin as he bites on your neck again.

    Your moans are mixing together as your hips move in sync bringing to each other pleasure after all those months of suffering. You moan out his name as you are so close to your release and by the way in which he throbs inside of you, you know that he will cum in a little while.

     “Ivar, let go!” you demand as he moves even faster, your hips moving as fast as his, you both finish on the same time, your mouth covering his as deep moans leave both your lips.

     Ivar stays on top of you for a little while, bitting your collarbone so blood will surface. He licks the little drops that want to make their way to your back and then he pulls out slowly, bringing you in his arms , holding you against him.

     “I love you, Ivar.” you whispered snuggling closer to him as his lips kissed your forehead and hairline, his grip on your little body tightening on your little frame. You know that this is his way of telling you that he loves you too so you just sigh and kiss his chest softly. “I need you to trust me, Ivar. I need you to trust me with your heart and everything that comes with you if you want this to work.” you say to him as he looks down at you.

     “I trust you, with all my being I trust you.” 

Attempt

Summary: You just decide to test Cass, because you don’t know if he likes you or not.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warinings: smutty smut, kinda fluffy (if it needs a warning lol)

Words: 1389

A/N: | Again, sorry for every mistake I made, English isn’t my first language. |

Well, I was wondering if I should tag you or not, but I thought that you may like it, so here you are.

Tags:

@katymacsupernatural  @splendidcas @casbabydontgoineedyou  @greenappleeyes 

P.S. I love your work <3

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It was exactly a year since you were living in the bunker with boys, exactly a year since you hadn’t any action and it was a year since you decided that you need to be with the Angel. That year was difficult; Cass was… weird. One time he was overprotective, no matter if it was a monster, ghost or just a men that was trying to pick you up, and the other times, you felt invisible to him. Boys were making jokes about that.

One day, Dean heard you pleasuring yourself and moaning the Angel’s name and he was teasing you about that for two weeks. And you were sick of this by now.

So, that one evening with your boys and whisky you thought about a great plan. You decided to test your Angel. If he won’t be madly in love with you and your body after the attempts, you will stop and find yourself a date.

~

The next evening was the perfect time for your first plan. Castiel showed up and was doing research with boys, they were looking for a new case, so you went to your room and changed. Well, you just take off your flannel and bra, leaving yourself in just your tight tank top. You loved your boobs and you knew that no men can take their eyes off of you. You made sure that your nipples were hard and then you headed to library.

One step in the room and six pairs of eyes were on you. Dean shift in his chair, Sam tried to not look, and Cass… Well, Cass covered himself more in his trench coat and licked his lips not even trying to not be seen. You smiled to everyone and pretended that you saw nothing.

“What’s up, boys?” you sat beside Sam, opposite Castiel and Dean.”Found something?” That look on their faces… They had no idea what you were talking about, so you laught. “Guys, I live here a year now, you should get used to it.” your words hit Dean and he smirked, but before he could answer you, Cass caught.

“You live with two guys, you shouldn’t walk around this place like this.” said your Angel, which caused you to raised your eyebrows.

“That’s just Dean and Sam and you shouldn’t care.” you smiled kinda horridly, but deep down you knew that this was the reaction you wanted. “I will walk around this place naked,”you stood up and started walking away without turning around.”and you have nothing to say, because this place is my home, and, oh, look” you took off your tank top and tossed it somewhere”in my home, I do what I want to do.”

You were sure you heard all of them moaning, when they saw your naked back, but you went streight to your room.

That night you heard not only your moans, but Dean’s and Sam’s as well. You had no idea that both of them would whispered your name, but it was really amusing and it turned you on even more, but you wanted Cass to break.

You stoped wearing a bra and get used to see Winchester brothers with boners or not see them at all. It was strange to you, but funny. Both of them knew that you wanted to break Castiel and, guessing by the groans and moans at night and smiles in the meantime of the day, they didn’t cared as long as you were okay with them pleasuring themselves to the thought of you.

~

And then, after a week, Cass showed up again, just before you went to the shower. Your fate wanted you to met Dean in the hall so you told him about your second plan and he joined it with a huge smile. You went to get a shower and he stole your clothes, it was this simple.

“Dean? What is it?” asked Castiel just after older Winchester crossed threshold of map room. “Is that… These aren’t (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, they are.” he smiled. “You can count the seconds, she will be here any minute, wet, angry and only in…”

“Dean!!!” you screamed, knowing you have to be really mad at him. “Dean Winchester! Where are my clothes?!” you stood just at the door. Your hair wet, only in a fluffy towel. You met Cass’ blown eyes and before you knew it, you where standing in your room, opposite Castiel.

He rushed twords you and crashed his lips on yours. You never thought that Castiel would be this great at kissing. His lips were soft, but the kiss was taking your breath away and made your knees weak. Leaning on his chest, you felt his erection pressed at your stomach. His hands hugged your face, just so you couldn’t break, and he just throw that towel on the floor. Not breaking the kiss, he put you on the bed of yours and made himself comfortable above you. He nestled his head in your neck and left there a few kisses then he traveled lower.

You moand when his lips found your nipple and sucked it. His hands were everywhere, but not where you needed his touch most and it was driving you crazy.

“Cass..”you begged. “Cass, please.” he groaned and rocked his hips into yours which caused you to squirm. He lowerd his mouth, kissing his way through your belly and he easly found your throbing clit and licked it. “Cass!” you were sure that Winchesters heard you, but you didn’t care, the only thing that was important right now was that men between your legs.

He pressed his tounge flat to your clit and started doing circles around your entry with his finger. Your hands found its place in his hair and when you pulled him, he moand.

“(Y/N),” he started softly, ”I never thought that you could be this wet for me.” his words tickled you in a way that you never felt. He started to kiss and lick your sex like a primal, but you found in it a lot of a plan.

You felt your climax even before he slip his long fingers in you, but when he curled them, you fell of the edge, screaming his name and squirm under his touch. He rode you through your orgasm and got up to look at you. His smile was your blessing.

“You’re so beautiful, (Y/N). Are you gonna cum for me one more time?” you couldn’t stop that smirk that climed up to your mouth.

“Just one more?” you raised your eyebrows.

“I was waiting for it since the day I met you, I can’t wait any longer to fuck you.” he said simply, starting to rock his hips into yours which took your breath away, so you just nodded.

“Please, Cass, make me yours.” you murmured between moans and your lust made him want you even more.

He snapped his fingers and was completely naked. Skin to skin, finally. He thrust into you easly and nestled his head in your neck again, moaning. Starting pace was slow, but soon, it was really fast, at the same time - not rough.

You felt that tightness in your lower belly and you couldn’t stop yourself from squirming.

“Come, (Y/N), come on, love.” he whisperd and you fell another time, screaming, begging, moaning. Soon after you, he began to be a mess, crumbling and leaving kisses everywhere on your body, you back up your hips to give him the realise you wanted him to have; you just simply rode his orgasm.

“Oh my, (Y/N), don’t stop, please… Don’t you dare stopping…” his tone was everything you wanted; he shook and then he reached his own climax, losing his breath.

Cass fell beside you and tried to catch his breath. You cuddled to his chest, happy that you made him such a mess.

“Wow” he whisperd. “Dean should steal your clothes more often.” Castiel kissed your temple.

“I don’t think we need him to butt in again” you smiled. “I love you, Cass.” you said quickly.

“Rest, (Y/N).”he hugged you hard and covered carefully. “I love you too, love.” he said right to your ear and you fell asleep with a huge smile.

We Intertwined: Ch. 10

An Ignis Scientia Story

Chapter 9 | AO3 | Chapter 11
Word Count: 1,684

Ignis jolted awake, cold sweat dotting his brow. He was in an unfamiliar bed, he realized. He glanced around the room. There was no way it was a hospital—he’d become familiar with them throughout his childhood, and the sterility of those hallways always made Ignis uncomfortable.

Instead, he was in a bed that was just too small for the length of his legs. The walls were painted pink, and there were moogle plushies that lined a few shelves. They sat alongside some books that looked to be about the reading level of a young child, just older than a toddler. Ignis recognized a few from his own childhood, staples that his mother had purchased for him and read to him before tucking him in at night.

There were drawings pinned to the walls—some were scribbled in with crayon, some were filled in with broad strokes of paint. The colours were bright and gaudy, with fingerprint smudges throughout. But there was one drawing that was bigger than the rest that caught Ignis’ eye.

It was of two girls, one who was taller with a long, blue braid, and the other who was much smaller with dark hair past her shoulders, holding hands with smiles on their faces.

Ignis was in Clara’s room.

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Without You

Anon: Hello cutiepie! First of all: I love your blog! You are a really good writer and I enjoy reading your scenarios etc! I wanted to request a taeyong scenario that’s really a hazy but fluffy in the end. Maybe something involving jealousy. Take your time and thank you xxx

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader

POV: First Person


The blinding lights shone bright in every corner of the club. People danced around me, couples tore through the clustered crowds to find a place to soothe their desperations. The smell of beer and sweat and cheap perfume dominated the air. Music blasted from the speakers almost wrecking my ears. The small glass was misty in my hands as I took another shot. It was his idea to come here and there he was, busy in his own matters. He chatted away with the boys, a drink in his hands and a permanent smile plastered onto his gorgeous face. His glowing beauty didn’t help my frustration because every time my anger boiled due to his lack of acknowledgement, it was washed away by my love for him. I sighed and leaned against the counter, analysing the scene around me. 

 "Hey there beautiful,“ I heard someone say. I turned around to meet radiant green eyes and curly blond hair. He rested his arms on the counter and sat back in his seat. “Why is such a beautiful girl like you sitting alone?” He had an Australian accent. I smiled at him, ideas popping into my head. I wanted to make Taeyong feel the same way that he’s been making me feel for so long. Dating Taeyong had its perks, he was beautiful, funny, loving but then the cons. He was too beautiful. Days and nights were spent fearing over him finding someone better and leaving. But he shouldn’t know that. 

 "The real question is, why is such a gorgeous boy like you talking to a girl like me?“ He cackled and looked into my eyes. 

 "A girl like you? What’s wrong with a girl like you?” I smirked and looked away, taking another shot. Taeyong was still laughing away and that irked me even more. I decided to play along with this boy a while longer until I arrested his attention. 

 A while later I was laughing at his jokes and then he held my hand. I had gone too far and I was well aware of it. Before I could look around for Taeyong, I felt a hand on my shoulder. He stood behind me boring his eyes into the boy’s hands. I pulled my hand away and smiled at him. “Hi, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend,” Taeyong said, eyes still emitting intimidation. I could feel the boy’s face crumbling into desperation to get away as fast as he can. Taeyong looked deadly when he was mad. They introduced themselves and the boy quickly hurried away. I felt bad for him, he seemed nice. 

 "And just what do you think you were doing?“ He asked. I rolled my eyes at him. 

 "Finding something to do." 

 "So you chose to flirt with the nearest good looking person in the room?” His voice was terse but his attitude had my adrenaline levels up today. It took everything for me not to scream at him. 

 "I didn’t flirt with him, he was kind enough to acknowledge my presence unlike some people.“ He shook his head at my comment. Anger, agitation and jealousy. He pulled me by the hand and led me out of the club. "Let go of me,” I said. We stood in the lone alleyway, the pavement damp beneath my heels. It was a hazy night and the sky was covered in thick clouds. The neon lights blinked at us outside the club and the commotion of the people inside was still audible. “I felt like I didn’t belong there. You ignored me the whole time and now you have the audacity to show authority?" 

He put his hands on his hips and sighed. "Listen, I’m sorry. I got carried away okay.” He looked so young standing in front of me. But his eyes were still wild as ever and face just as prepossessing as the day I fell for him. 

 "Carried away? Is that going to be your excuse all the time? When one day you find someone better, will your excuse be that you got ‘carried away’“? A streak of tear ran down my cheek. His eyes widened at my sudden confession.  

"What do you mean? Why would I ever leave you?” He stepped closer. 

 "You will, when you find someone prettier, funnier.“ He shook his head and put his arms around me. 

 "Do you really think I’ll leave you over something as plastic as that?” He smelled like grass on a rainy day. 

 "Yes because you’re popular and incredibly handsome and people love you.“ Pulling away, I stared into his dark eyes. They were pits of black, deep and glistening. "And I’m just a normal college girl. I’m nothing special." 

 "But you’re special to me. Where the hell am I going to find another person with the same laugh as you?” My lips automatically broke into a smile at that. He kissed my head and pulled me into a hug. “I can’t promise you because we never know what time will bring us. But I hope I never have to leave you because I don’t know what I’ll become without you. My life is weird, its loud and busy. And you are normal and ordinary but in a good way. Its the only thing that keeps me sane.” I nuzzled my head into his chest and tightened my grip around his waist. The sky burst into a soft drizzle as we walked towards his car.

Oh man oh man, you guys. I am OVERJOYED to talk about this! <3

Jaal’s first “oh, damn” moment came during the initial excursions on Havarl. He, Vetra, and Gemma had been slogging through some dense plant growth for hours when he spotted a shortcut from his childhood. It involved a lot of climbing, and Vetra gave him a (gentle) hard time about it, but what Jaal remembers is Gemma staring up the incline, a little frown on her still-strange face. When he asked her what she was doing, she said “I’m trying to figure out if I can do it in four boosts, or three”. Then she grinned at him, and said “I bet three,” and took off. He watched her jet to the first outcropping of rock, catch it, and leverage herself up, and then keep going. 

She made it in three, and laughed when she reached the top. 

He lost his handhold just before he reached her, the rock crumbling under his hand, but Gemma was already there, so fast he never even knew she had moved, and she had her hand locked around his wrist before he could yell for help. And to this day, he remembers the jolt that went through him at the contact, and how her grip did not falter – and how bright her eyes were as she pulled him up. Oh, he thought. This feels familiar. 

No, he added, only to himself, when Gemma – this alien woman – grinned up at him, this feels good. 

***

Gemma’s moment came later; it was seeing him on Aya, after they rescued the Moshae. She found him on a balcony, looking out over a forest so green it hurt her eyes. For the first time since she woke up, she had a moment to pause, and breathe, and not worry about getting attacked, and she was happy to just bask in the sunlight and the rustle of wind through the leaves with a friend. 

She would have been content to stay quiet – Jaal didn’t owe her conversation after all her prodding back on the Tempest and in the Nomad – but he started pointing out the farms where he had worked as a teenager, his favorite place to watch the sunset, the races he and his siblings used to run near that river to the west – and she felt every knot in her spine coming undone. 

He spoke with so much love for everything around him, and Gemma was so tired and lonely and hating being either of those things that she started crying. She’d always been one for a good stress-relief cry, but this was exhaustion, and longing for home, and grief, and the pressure of knowing everything depended on her. 

She tried to keep quiet about it – not really good diplomacy to start bawling in public, especially if you were the damn Pathfinder – but when Jaal noticed, he just put his arm around her shoulders and told her no one would shame her for this, of all things. 

Gemma tried to make a joke – cover my back for a few minutes till I stop looking like a boiled tomato, okay? – but he was looking at her so sincerely, so gently, that she just nodded and maybe – maybe – leaned into him a little. Jaal was alien, half his people wanted to kill her, and she didn’t really blame them – but he was warm, and solid, and he didn’t let go till her tears were done. 

Always Right Together - 2/?

Summary: Kurt and Blaine have been in love for sixteen years. They’ve only been alive for eighteen.

Chapter summary: Growing up doesn’t have to mean growing apart. But maybe it’s different for them. | AO3

Warnings: angst, more angst, the canon events of Karofsky, and Sebastian is in this too!

Sixteen

Turning sixteen feels like he should feel older. Fifteen sounds childish, awkward, not quite a kid but not quite a teenager. Sixteen sounds so official.

He doesn’t feel older. He just wants to feel younger.

Sixteen is that scary place of statistics. Sixteen is where you first get drunk, or where you first start to smoke, or where you get your first job or when you’re first able to drive.

He doesn’t feel that old at all.

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Better

Dean Ambrose x OC.

Summary:  After finding out the OC has a sex toy, they make a bet on who can pleasure her the quickest and the best. Wonder who’s going to win that bet…
Warning: Smut


“My old roommate had an entire drawer full of sex toys.” I said, taking a sip of wine. Dean raised his brows at me in disbelief. “Vibrators, whips, anal beads, you name it, she had it.”

“A drawer? Why a drawer?” He scoffed, taking a sip of his own drink - whiskey on the rocks. A taste I normally cringe at.

“What do you mean “why a drawer”? It’s the perfect place to keep them, right in your nightstand. Easy access.” I shrugged, taking another sip of wine, this time finishing off the glass.

How we got on the topic of sex toys, I couldn’t even tell you.

We’ve been out on my terrace for 2 hours now, covering a variety of topics.

Everything from buying a donkey in Mexico (literally something he dreams of doing one day) to shooting clay animated elves (something I would prefer to do over buying a donkey in Mexico) and now sex toys.

“Really?” He mumbled, pushing his lips together as he thought.

All I could think about was how hot he was when he was deep in thought.

It was no secret Dean Ambrose was insanely hot. I’m sure he knew it. Girls swoon over him left and right. Especially when he’s in the ring and he taps into that “lunatic fringe” side of him. The way he moves, the grunts that escape his lips, how animalistic he becomes. Surely enough all of their panties were dripping by the end of his match. I know mine were every time.

I bit my lip, shaking off the image as stood. I chalked my candid thoughts up to the 4th glass of wine I was about to pour myself. I thought ahead and brought the bottle out with me, something I am definitely thankful for now.

“How would you know?” he asked with a wild grin on his face.

I bit my bottom lip, “Umm…” I stalled, sitting back down. I thought of my response. Normally, I would just shrug it off and crack a joke, skillfully transitioning into another topic.

But I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly.

I turned my head away, glancing up at the dark sky illuminated by the full moon. I shivered from the cool breeze that was now rolling in. The only thing keeping us warm in the cool Nevada air was the fire pit directly in front of us.

“That’s where I keep mine.” I admitted as I looked down at my glass.

“Ahhh, I like the sound of that.” His gruff voice sparked something inside of me. I looked at him as he positioned his body towards me. “What do ya got?” His brows were raised curiously.

“A vibrator.” I felt my cheeks burn, so I did the one thing I knew would help ease the embarrassment - drink more wine.

“Oh really?” He seemed very intrigued as a small smirk played on his lips.

“Yeah,” I shrugged, taking another sip of wine. “It doesn’t really look like a dick though. And it’s pink. But regardless, Bob really gets the job done.” I rambled on nervously, immediately wanting to kick myself for the words that just escaped my mouth.

“Bob? You named your vibrator?”

“Um… yeah. Well, it stands for Battery Operated Boyfriend…” I trailed off before taking another gulp of wine even though I know that the rest of the bottle won’t ease the awkwardness of the conversation I just got myself into.

“Interesting.” He mumbled, nodding his head. “Mmm…” he thought. I raised my brows, turning my head towards him, still drinking down the wine.

“What?” I asked hesitantly.

There was no telling what was going on in that little lunatic’s mind.

He shook his head, slowly running his tongue over his bottom lip. I pushed my lips together, watching curiously as he leaned forward to set his glass down on the stone wall of the fire pit. When he turned towards me, he reached for my glass and pulled it away, even with my protests.

“Really Dean?! What gives?” I asked.

Dean let out a throaty chuckle as he placed his hand on my bare knee. He moved his rough palm up my leg painfully slow as if to tease me.

“Why don’t we see who really gets the job done?” he leaned in close, growling in my ear. His mouth attached itself to my neck, nipping at it. I felt a burning sensation between my thighs as his fingertips grazed the hem of my shorts.

“Mmm.. I think I have a pretty good idea of who’s going to…” I moaned.

He smirked against my neck, bringing his lips to my ear. “And who’s that?”

I knew what he wanted to hear, but I wasn’t going to give into him that easily.

“Probably Bob.” I smirked as he pulled back, his brows raised with disdain.

“Oh yeah?” He scoffed. Before I got a chance to respond, he pulled me to my feet and pulled my body against his with his hands placed firmly on my waist. “We’ll see about that.”

I could tell he was taking it as a challenge. And Dean Ambrose never turns down a challenge.

His lips closed in on mine. I shuddered as his lips finally pressed against mine, the taste of sweet whiskey still lingered on his lips. I was quick to kiss back, as I have been waiting to feel his soft lips against mine since I met him a few months back.

It was only a matter of seconds before his tongue grazed my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I didn’t want to let him in, not yet anyway. I wanted to savor this moment and tease him in the process.

It didn’t take long for him to catch on. “So you’re gonna be like that now…” He grunted.

And when he didn’t get what he wanted, he always found another way of getting it.

He snaked his hands underneath my ass, lifting me up in one swift motion. I gasped at the surprise of it, leaving my mouth vulnerable. He took his chance without hesitation, his tongue slipping into my mouth while I wrapped my legs around him.

As he carefully made his way inside, our lips never parted once. My fingers were tangled in his hair, his hands digging into my ass, pushing my body against him as if it were possible to be any closer. I broke the kiss to take a breath.

I felt his lips on my neck once again, latching on and taking the sensitive skin between his teeth, pulling back, causing a moan to escape from my throat. It hurt, but the pain only sent a pulsating jolt through my entire body.

He dropped his hands the second we reached the bedroom. He went straight for the nightstand. I swiftly pulled my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra, not wanting to waste any more time. I unbuttoned my shorts, letting them fall to the ground as I heard him shut the drawer.

“Lay down,” Dean ordered, nodding his head towards the bed. I bit my lip, doing as I was told and laid down in the middle of the bed. He tossed the vibrator next to me as his eyes scanned my body. The only thing I had left on were my purple lace panties. “Leave those on.” he said, looking at me with hunger in his eyes. “Do what you normally do when you’re alone, I want to watch you.”

I’ve never seen this side of him, but hell did it turn me on.

I turned the vibrator on as he pulled his own shirt over his head with haste, he didn’t want to miss anything. I spread my legs, bringing the vibrator down to my panties, teasing myself from the outside. I already knew I didn’t need to that much, as I was already so wet.

A moan escaped my lips when I moved my panties to the side, the vibration coming into contact with my bare skin. I let it linger for a moment, glancing over at Dean, who was staring at me, already rubbing himself through his jeans. I slid the vibrator in with ease, slick from our heated exchange just moments ago.

He pulled his pants down just enough to pull his cock out. My eyes widened at his length as I continued moving my hand in and out at a steady pace.

I closed my eyes, moaning louder. A little louder than I normally did. I wanted him to know how much pleasure it was giving me because of our little bet earlier.

It was only for show though, as all I was imagining was his hard cock inside of me instead.

The image nearly sent me over the edge. Right as I felt the pressure building inside of me, prepping for a release, I felt a hand over mine and then nothing. I opened my eyes after hearing a thud against the floor. The bed shifted and Dean was now on top of me, ripping off my panties before positioning himself at my entrance.

Before I could even take a breath, he pushed his entire length inside of me, giving no time for me to adjust to his size.

“Oh god, Dean!” I cried out, grabbing the sheets as my back arched from the intense pressure.

He smirked at my reaction, it was only his driving force.

He pulled out slowly, but only before slamming himself back into me with the same intensity as before. He continued to do this a few more times, getting the same reaction with each thrust.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he grunted with each thrust. He repositioned himself, putting my left leg over his shoulder and he was quick to fall back into a quick and steady pace.

With every thrust, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. “You were right…” I breathed out.

“Right about what baby?” he groaned in my ear.

“You’re cock is so much better!” I moaned, my hands finding their way to his toned abs. “Mmm, yes, right there! I’m so close Dean…”

“I’m gonna make you cum so much harder and faster than that thing ever could,” His fingers found their way to my clit, rubbing in a steady and circular motion. I moaned, rolling my head to the side. It was only a matter of seconds before I felt the pressure begin to build once again.

My nails dug into his shoulders as I screamed out, my body crumbling beneath him as I came. Hard and so fast. Just as he promised.

His thrusts fell out of a steady pace seconds later, becoming sharp and more erratic. He quickly pulled himself out, grabbing onto his cock right as his cum squirted out onto my stomach.

We both collapsed back onto the bed, trying to catch our breath.

“Mmm, that felt so good Dean.” I sighed as he placed soft kisses on my still heaving chest.

“Good,” he kissed my neck. “Because now I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be begging me to stop.”

And that’s exactly what he did.

Thank You

Prompt:Sasusaku Week, favourite parallels.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Mashashi Kishimoto

Thank you was a phrase that didn’t come easily to last surviving Uchiha.

Perhaps it was because he’s had so little to be thankful over the years. The world had been particularly cruel to him and being grateful for anything or anyone was a notion that’s almost alien to him.

Secretly he’d wished for a life where he was happy, where his parents were alive and his every waking moment wasn’t spent on plotting the death of his older brother. Perhaps then he’d have something to be thankful for.

And yet standing with his back turned to a girl who is ready to offer him all she has just for a shot at making him happy he’s not thankful at all. In fact he’s scared.

Her love isn’t something he asked for much less deserved and hearing her cry behind him begging him not to leave wavers a resolve he’s spent years building. He’s made sure that there are no cracks in the wall he’s constructed around him and yet…

Sakura had crashed into it managing to create fissures in the concrete with nothing but her bright smiles and unbelievably naive outlook on life. She’d reached through the barriers trying to get whatever he so desperately hid behind those walls.

But she hadn’t realised that he doesn’t have much for her to take, not anymore.

The only thing he can give is gratitude, because love….
He’s given it before, he’s given it to his parents, he’s given it to his brother…. and it had torn him apart.

He won’t, no he can’t hand that sort of power over to someone else, not this time around. But more than that, he doesn’t have any of it left to give. He’s empty now and all he has is a thank you left.

It’s the only piece of compassion he has left that hasn’t been tainted by his hate, his jealousy and Orochimaru’s promise of power.

The thank you is Sakura’s heart in a way, the only part of him that cares even if it’s only for her and even if it’s just a fragment of what could have been.

Without facing her, standing behind her, his eyes fixed on the pale pink strands that make up her hair he gives her heart back to her along with the last bit of light he had left.

Thank you for letting me have it he says silently long after she’s collapsed and he’s caught her in his arms.

Thank you for caring so deeply even if I didn’t deserve it, he tells her quietly as he lays her on the bench.

Thank you for showing me a future where I could have been happy he completes as he walks out of the Konoha gates leaving everything, Sakura behind.

Thank you.

Years stretch in between them like miles of a road that seemingly lead to nowhere and even though his path intertwined with hers, he’s a different person now. With his last piece of compassion given away he has nothing left to lose. He doesn’t care anymore.

In another world if he’d kept that thank you, if he’d not given it away perhaps he’d have reacted differently to the story of Itachi’s sacrifice, perhaps even its small glimmer of light would have been enough to keep the darkness from completely engulfing him.

But Sakura has it and through the years she’s simply kept it with her, safeguarding it, fighting to keep it safe from everyone including Sasuke himself. She tries to give it back to him along with the future she’d promised but Sasuke rips it apart time and again with the spark of his chidori and the swish of his katana.

Before his fight with Naruto she once again offers it back to him in the form of her love, repaying his small drop of light with an ocean of her own. His back is turned to her again, he can never seem to face her in these moments for the fear of going blind, for the fear of losing sight of what’s important, for the fear of losing sight of his revenge.

She offers him a future again, a path to be happy and this time he’s not scared anymore.

He’s terrified.

He runs leaving her behind this time not bothering to catch her when she falls for he knows that if he stays any longer he will be overwhelmed by her sheer power. For Sakura has indeed grown stronger over the years not just in her ability to decimate any foe she encounters but also as a person and her effect on the people around her, on him, is unquestionable.

Even though he runs, for the first time in his life he’s not fast enough and somewhere deep inside he knows that a tiny spark of light is back and when Naruto beats the hell out of him, the blonde manages to make a hole in the wall of darkness by aiming precisely on the small crack. Light slowly but surely starts streaming through.

When the first part of his wall crumbles the first thing he receives is a handful of apologies. He makes sure to give Sakura the first one.

I’m sorry.

It’s perhaps only then when she asks for more and he’s willingly ready to give all the sorry’s he has just received for a shred of her forgiveness that he doesn’t deserve, he realises that what he’s felt towards Sakura hadn’t been gratitude at all.

That the last piece of him that he’d given her in a disguise of a thank you wasn’t him returning her heart but perhaps it was him giving her his to keep safe until he could come back and take her up on the future she’d promised.

He’d selfishly kept hers though shredding it bit by bit with his darkness as he lost his way. He’d torn her heart apart while Sakura had kept his protected and safe never giving it up even when he completely destroyed hers.

I’m sorry for everything.

Months in a dark cell all alone, he realised things that he didn’t see before and by the time he’s let out most of his wall has crumbled and even though the light isn’t nearly as powerful and bright as his teammates it’s still there.

Once again when he decides to leave, she offers him a future where she will give it her all to make him happy. She doesn’t ask for her heart even if she offers his back with a shy look and a request to accompany him.

He denies it though and in return gives her a light tap on the forehead along with a promise. Even though it pales in comparison to love she’s given him throughout the years it’s the only form of love he knows. It’s the only form of love he’ll ever have to give and it will only ever belong to Sakura.

And this time when he says thank you, he doesn’t say it to her back but he says it facing her, without running away, without saying it long after she’s collapsed. Because this time when he says it he’s not afraid to let her know what the thank you really means.

Thank you for letting me keep it.
Thank you for caring so deeply even though I never deserved it.

He knew she’d understood as her green eyes widened when she realised what he’d given to her all those years back because he was sure that looking at himself in the emerald mirror of her eyes what reflected back was the real deal- love.

Thank you for giving me a chance to love you.

The Finale Push (Gabriel Reyes)

Pairing: Pre!Fall!Gabriel Reyes X Fem!Reader
Words: 2340
Warning(s): Body horror, Main Character Death, angst
A/N: So i apologize for going a bit too dark and angst filled. It was an experiment on how well I can right things like this. I hope you may have enjoyed?? 


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tanktoptiger  asked:

remember when jk was gonna prank jimin and keep his phone from him but he obviously saw that jimin was upset and immediately gave up the prank??? that is so cute to me bc like he just saw his face and knew.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prank crumble apart that fast Keila. It was going well for a while, Jungkook was so hype about it and bragging to the other members like “Lmao yeah, I got Jimin’s phone.” But as soon as Jimin walked up like “hoe, give me my phone.” Jungkook handed it over so freaking quick LOL. Good times good times

Why? - Yoongi Scenario

A/N: I guess this is a different story than most of them on here but I want to bring it out there, that eventhough you don’t like/love yourself right now. Know that there are people who do. That it hurts them also to see you like this. Don’t be ashamed of your imperfections because it’s made you in the person you are today. I can’t tell to much otherwise you don’t have to read the fic anymore hahaha. Anyways I love you all so much whatever you look like, your religion or sexuallity. We are all the same from the inside. 

PS: I haven’t checked the spelling yet because I want to sleep because its almost twelve here (yeah thats late for me :p but I guess sleeping will be difficult since my dad is snoring ugh) but I wanted to post it so there’s going to be slight changes in the morning.

Genre: Angst

Originally posted by loveblushes


Dumbfounded, lost, hurt, disbelief and betrayed, Were the things you felt right this moment when those words left his mouth and reached your ears. Was he serious? You couldn’t help but scoff at your thought. Of course he wasn’t serious. It was all a game wasn’t it? For some reason they thought it would be funny and harmless. You knew how those guys were and everybody knew they were playful, heck they even made you laugh so hard, you couldn’t breathe anymore. But this? This you would have never expect from them. The giggles that filled the room earlier, was now replaced with silence. You closed your eyes, lifted your face towards the ceiling as your lips curled upwards into a little smile. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat after you took a deep breath, you lowered your head and looked him in the eyes with a smile. ‘’Real funny guys. To think that you all thought I would fall for this prank.’’ you laughed softly. Your eyes shifted towards your best friend who was standing in the corner of the room with his head hang low and with a frown. He could not look you in the eyes, eventhough you were sure he could feel your eyes burning on his face. Despite wanting to get out of there, you blinked away the tears and swallowed once again the big lump that formed in your throat. When you wanted to step further into the room, Yoongi stopped you by stepping infront of you as he held your arm with his hand. You could see how he looked at your lips and at your eyes, his face looking serious as if he was searching for something. Starting to grow uncomfortable with his intense stare and the silence in the room, you tried to pry away his hold on your arm so you could get away from his gaze. “You’re sure?” Yoongi asked you, his voice laced with concern. ‘’Yes why shouldn’t I be?’’ You answered him, tapping your fingers on his hand, giving him a sign to let go of your arm. Eventhough you had feelings on him, his touch made you squirm. Finding yourself disgusting you couldn’t help but feel that others found that aswell about you. ‘’Yoongi let her go please.’’ Hoseok stepped in as he stood behind you, slowly pulling you into his chest causing Yoongi’s hand to slid off your arm. 


After stepping into the comfort of your home and hearing the door close with a click, you released your tears, which were trying to break free since that question rolled of his tonque. You hated to cry, you did not want to cry, you wanted it to shrug it off, laugh and pretend in did not hurt you at all. Well that did not go as planned because here you were with your head against the kitchencabinet, clutching your stuffed friend and openly crying for an one sided love.

You never were going to tell Yoongi that you liked him. You wanted to like him in silence until that feeling would fade away, knowing that you would not stand a chance anyways. Yeah they liked you, as a friend but you were sure they never would see you as more than that but to be honest you were okay with that because how can you love someone if you don’t even love yourself? How were they going to love you if you weren’t going to believe anything they said? That relationship would be doomed right from the start.

The sudden vibration on your leg made you snap out of your thoughts. Fishing the source out of your pocket you saw Hoseok calling you. You quickly wiped away your tears, took a deep breath before you answered the call. “Hey Hobi” you softly greeted him as you were fumbling with the stuffed animal on your lap. “Hey y/n.” Your eyes widened when Yoongi’s voice greeted you on the other end of the line. “What the heck?” The three words slipped out of your mouth before you could swallow them. You were surprised and confused. Why was Yoongi calling you from Hoseok’s phone and not his own? He had your number, didn’t he? Realizing that you were once again lost in your thoughts, you focused back on the man on the other end of the line. He was qiuet, the only thing reminding you he was still on the phone was his soft breathing. ‘Can I help with something?’’ Knowing that he wasn’t going to talk soon, you decided to ask him a question hoping he would tell you what was wrong. ‘Cause there was definitely something not right. ‘’Y/n.. listen…’’ he breathed. ‘’About today.. I… I want to come over and talk to you.’’ his voice sounded stern and it made you all the more nervous. ‘’Come over? You don’t have to come over. I understood. It was all just an innocent joke. I’m okay really.’’

‘’Well that’s to bad because I am already right infront of your apartment’’

Your heart stopped, mouth hanging open as you almost dropped your phone. your reflexes were quick enough to snatch your phone before it could hit the ground. ‘’Just hurry up and open the door. I am not standing for fun here you know.’’ after that he ended the call and it left you with no other choice than to open the door. 

‘’I guess we can’t let him wait now can we?’’ you jokingly told your stuffed animal. ‘’And we can’t let him see you.’’ you quickly realized. Walking towards the door, you first put down your stuffed friend on your bed before facing Yoongi. 

You took a deep breath and fanned your eyes with your hand, in the hope it wouldn’t be so red so there was no way, yoongi could tell you cried. Hopefully. You slowly saw more and more of Yoongi, the further the door openend, and the further the door opened, the harder your heart began beating. 

There he stood. Tight black jeans hugging his legs. A white shirt half tugged into his jeans as the black leather jacket shield him from the cold. Unstyled black hair made him more appealing than ever. Overall it was a sight that made you hurt. Just looking at him hurt. Your heart slowly crumbling down. 

‘’please come in.’’ you told him with a little smile as you stepped aside to let him in. When you turned around after closing the door, you saw Yoongi plopping himself down on your couch as he put his feet on the table infront of it. 

How the heck? How did he get there so fast and so silently at that. ‘’Y/n hurry’’ Yoongi uttered while patting the space beside him. ‘’I’m coming, I am. But I have to put away your shoes because you just kicked them out. People can break something if they trip over it you know.’’ you muttered a bit annoyed while putting his shoes away. ‘’Well I was in a hurry if you hadn’t noticed.’’ Yoongi said irritated as he slammed his feet on the ground, sat up and crossed his arms over his chest.


The light blue sky was slowly fading away as pink oranges hues made their appearance, colouring the sky in soft tones as the night patiently waited to make her entrance. The sun ready to go to sleep as the moon and the stars watched over him. You have always loved the night. At night you felt calm. At night there was no one to judge you. At night everything seemed calm. Eventhough the sky was telling you to wait just a bit longer, you didn’t feel calm at all. 

With Yoongi so close to you, you became aware that he could see your imperfections perfectly. You could not look him in the eye so you looked right past him staring at the changing sky. “Please look at me.” Yoongi’s voice broke the bubble you were mentally sitting in, making you come back to reality. “Look at me while I am talking.” He sounded stern. Shifting your eyes to his, you couldn’t help but flinch but quickly composed yourself. 

“About this morning. I am sorry.” He apologized. “I already told you its o-” “Dammit y/n it’s not okay!” He raised his voice in anger. “I know you’re not okay! Please stop telling me, us you’re fine all the time because I know you’re not.” Yoongi was angry and you knew it. His eyes looked stern and his bodylanguage screamed frustration. Why? Why was he so angry about? Why does he care anyways? It was a joke wasn’t it? And if he knew you were not okay with it why did he went along with it? You got more and more angry when you thought about and so you finally responded.

 “What the heck?! What are you so angry about anyways? Who cares if I’m okay or not. Why do you care?! Huh?! ” you screamed back at him, fuming with anger

“I care because it’s hurting us also when you put that fucking smile on your face eventhough we know you’re hurting. And I want to apologize for this morning because it was a shitty move to do so knowing you like me.” Yoongi mumbled the last part, half swallowing his sentence, realizing what he said.

  Your heart stopped, your breathing stopped and your stomach turned around. What did he just say? “What?” You muttered as tears were slowly filling your eyes. Those words were the last thing that did your jar with feelings you’ve been trying so hard to keep in, finally spilled over. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re joking right?” You tried to laugh it off once again but the damage has been done. “This is a fucking sick joke. This is fucked up Yoongi!” You slapped his hands away when you felt the slight touch of his fingers. “Why do you tell me that you care when you fucking asked me that question this morning knowing that it would hurt me! Reminding me over and over again I don’t even deserve to be in your presence or reminding me that even having a fucking a crush on you is a sin!” 

You stood up from the couch and ran to the bathroom while trying to wipe away the tears which were blurring your vision and making you feel weak. Yoongi was totally blown away by your outburst that he could not even move as he stared into the direction you ran off too but when he saw you entering the room and hearing the door slam he came into action and spedwalk towards it. 

‘’Y/n please come on out. Let’s talk about this okay?” Yoongi was scared and worried when he noticed you locked the door. “You don’t understand Yoongi” you sobbed as you looked at your reflection. Bloodshot eyes staring back at you. The only thing you saw were those red spots and scars covering your face and staining your soul. They didn’t understand and they were never going to understand. You hated yourself for looking at yourself disgusted because if you thought about yourself like that how were others going to look at you.

 “you’re worrying me, please come out or let me in please.” Somewhere in the distance you heard someone pleading but it was too far away. 

 Many people don’t know that it’s an emotional battle you have to fight everyday. So many people want to be nice, advising how you should treat your skin or avoid types of food but they don’t know that you’ve tried everything and it still doesn’t work. You know they want to help you but you can’t help but feel the pain when they do. How some of those people think you don’t own a mirror and point out that you have ‘something’ on your face and everytime you break a little inside. Does Hoseok and Yoongi know you’re trying your best?

You try to cry silently, trying to hold your cries in but the pain is still flowing out that you can’t help but let out a heartbreaking cry. “Damn. Y/n you’re healthy and thats whats important. You will get over this. You will eventually love yourself and you will be satisfied when you look in the mirror. You will be fine. You will be okay!” You cry as you slam your fist against the mirror. 

Suddenly you feel arms flying around your waist, and see hands tightly clutching your shirt when you feel Yoongi’s head falling down on your shoulder. “Yoongi please..” you try to pry away his hands desperatly. “Please y/n.. don’t do this yourself.” He mumbles into your shoulder as he tightens his hold on you. “You’re beautiful. You’re stunning.” “Don’t lie to me Yoongi!” You whispered. “Youre so beautiful that my heart hurts everytime I see you. Your smile is so cute that even a man so cold would melt. You’re eyes.. I wish I could look into them all day because they are so mesmerizing, so mysterious but still can see the innocent child in you that I want to protect you from all the hurt in the world.” He rambeled on while his voice was breaking as a little whimper left his mouth. “ I could not even protect you from myself and I hate it so much. You’re beautiful y/n.. you really am and do you know why?”

Yoongi slowly turned your around and looked at your face. Well he tried but you held your head down. He sighed out of relief when he noticed you’re loud cries turned into sobs. Sotfly and carefully holding you against his chest he slid down the wall to sit on the bathroom floor. Yoongi pressed your face in his shirt covered chest and with the other hand rubbing up and down your back he continued.

  “You’re beautiful because youre too kind. You’re beautiful when you talk about something you’re really passionate about because you don’t see how you eyes began to twinkle or how your face lights up. You’re beautiful when you get exited over ice cream, you’re beautiful when you say hi and wave to animals you’re seeing while walking down the street. You’re beautiful when you stare at the moon. And the most beautiful you are is when you are 100% you. “ 

Yoongi’s heart calmed down and he smiled when he felt your warm breath on his shirt. Your weren’t crying anymore. You were listening to his heartbeat while holding him tightly in your arms.

 ’‘You should love your scars you know. Because it makes you into the person you are and you will be into the future. There was one thing I read onto the internet this afternoon and it made me think of you. You want to hear it?” Yoongi whispered in your hair, inhaling the scent of your soothing shampoo. He loved the way you smell. You didn’t smell like those women he mostly met, their perfume hitting you square in the face and could still smell it when they were 200 meters away. Your scent was soft. You could only smell it when you got close. Your scent was fresh but also warm and soothing. 

 He felt you nodding your head, wanting to hear what he read. 

“I suppose I love my scars, Because they have stayed with me longer than most people have.

It reminded me of you because you once told me that people left you when you didn’t kiss their feet anymore and began thinking and taking care of yourself. It’s not in a negative way because those scars actually have shown you who your real friends and family are. So please don’t look at yourself in that way anymore. Look at yourself as a warrior okay. This will pass eventually and you will look back and you can say that you’ve made it’' 

And that was the beginning of a new journey, a path with love, friendship and acceptance because Yoongi was right. Eventhough it seems its dark there is always a light shining, waiting for you to show you how amazing you are. You only have to find it yet so you should get off your ass and go out there because deep inside you know you can do it.