#first gif is byeee

[expelliarmus]

[miwiromantics]

Michael <3

[livetogether--diealone]

SEB - Che tempo che fa, 2020

[lovebombin]

[☆] he is soooo fine and he knows it!!

[dxrkl1ght]

Guess who just leveled up

Decided to rebuilt Sun

Moon was the only survivor

[benetnvsch]

PUT TWO PAWS ON THE FLOOR TWO IN THE AIR AND THEN JUST-

[midnightskraptor]

Bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites y-

Evil British characters do something to me man

Said evil British character belongs to my friend @wulfenite by the way you should check them out

[lupicalled]

          so far i’m loving this event for razor, but there is one part i politely reject for my own canon: razor’s relatipnship with lisa is deeper than just his teacher. he looks to her as a mentor and life coach, she kind of took over for varka when he left. not only is lisa teaching him about proper vision control, but also life lessons in general. he’s grown close to her, and considers her a pseudo-mother figure along with the matriarch of his pack. 

           another note: the fact he knew how it felt to be drunk aludes me to the idea he’s (accidentally) been drunk before. that was probably both dangerous and hilarious. 

           final note: paimon refers to the only remnants/memories of razor’s biological parents as “junk” and i immedaitely wanted to squash her like a bug why aRE YOU SO MEAN FOR NO REASON FIRST ITTO NOW RAZOR? leave him alone. 

          anyway, mhy please don’t let me down i have such high hopes for how this turns out. 

[wwilsonbarness]

hello? Mr. Pickle?

pairings:  bucky barnes x reader

summary: Bucky struggles with modern technology, especially autocorrect. 

warnings: none, pure fluff 

word count: 495

a/n: When I was writing i can’t do this anymore my autocorrect changed doll to dill and so this was born - also my first drabble? Huge thanks to @hopelessromantic423 for the title suggestion <33

Feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated :) 

I do not give permission for my work to be copied, reposted or translated on any other platform.

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From across the room you could hear your phone vibrating so you made a mental note to check it once you finish this chapter of your book. It buzzed again and you debated going over to it but you only had two pages left. Then it buzzed 3 more times, straight after each other. This was when you decided it must be important so you got up and started walking over. It buzzed another two times as you walked over and you started to panic, it could’ve been an emergency. When you saw the messages on your screen you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. It was Bucky who was messaging you. 

Buck

I’m just leaving. What do you want for dinner dill?  dill** dill** This stupid fucking phone. DILL** DILL DILL** Fuck sake I’m phoning you 

You only just finish reading the last message when your phone begins to ring and you try to compose your laughter enough to answer. 

“Hey Buck, or should I say Mr Pickle?” 

“Ha Ha.” He replies sarcastically, “I take it you seen my texts. Stupid phone never works.” 

“It’s just not used to your 40’s lingo babe.” You teased, you were always kidding with him about how much of an old man he was. Not in the way of his literal age but the way he lived, he hated using new technology, he hated social media, and you don’t even want to think back on the time you tried to make him watch a reality show. He tried liking all the modern parts of the world but he missed the old days where things were a lot simpler. He was just glad he had you to help him through it. 

“Yeah well it’s lucky I didn’t throw it out the car.” You hear him mumble something along the lines of “piece of crap” and it makes you giggle. “It’s not funny doll.” 

“It’s kinda funny.” 

“I hate you.” He jokes. 

“No you don’t.” You manage to reply through your laughter. 

“You’re right I don’t. So what do you want for dinner?”

You take a second to think, “I’m kinda craving cheeseburgers.” 

“I could do a cheeseburger, I’m near that burger place anyways.” 

“Could you get some fries too? Oh! And a milkshake? The one with the oreo pieces? Please.” He couldn’t see but your pouty lip had come out. 

“Anything you want doll.” 

“Thanks babe, how long do you think you’ll be?”

“Should be like 20 minutes, do you wanna watch something while we eat?” 

“You read my mind! I’ll set it up in time for you coming home.” 

“Okay, won’t be long. Love you.” 

“Love you too.” Bucky’s about to hang up before you quickly start speaking again. “Bucky?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Could you get me extra pickles on my burger?” 

You hear him scoff a little then laugh, “I’m hanging up now.” 

“Byeee.” You trail off until the call ends. You were never gonna let him live this one down.

[gomugomuno56]

Trafalgar Law Headcanon.

Law x gn! Reader.

When he has a crush pt.2 (post-confession)

Pt.1

Once he knows you both feel the same, brother is so confused and flustered. Flustered for obvious reasons, and confused cause now he doesn't know what to do next. So obviously now he needs help.

He knows Shachi and Penguin would be a menace, and Bepo is too innocent for this, so now that's three ruled out. So he seeks Ikkaku for help.

Ikkaku tells him to take you out on a date on the next island, Law looks at her with a straight face, that's probably saying "yeah now plan the date too."

Please, forgive the man, he's very inexperienced in the dating area and he has no clue what he's doing.

Ikkaku told him to take you on a picnic date, and that this is all she could do and that he needs to plan the rest. Oof.

He'd most likely be stiff through the first few minutes of the 'date', he looks so adorable. Sitting with his legs crossed on the picnic cloth, looking down and all red, and probably rocking back and forth and all ahahhdjdn hes so cute(I'd gobble him up if i could).

He'd take you out a few times before he finally snaps and asks you to be his partner(girlfriend/boyfriend or whatever you go by).

Unfortunately (or fortunately?) his shy demeanor starts to break after a while of being official. He starts to get more comfortable with you, like hand holding, kisses, hugs, and even cuddling. He's a switch for sure, doesn't mind holding you, or being held by you.

Of course the crew gets to know about your little dates and teases you two from time to time but not so much so that it scares him away.

At first the lovely-dovely stuff was STRICTLY confined to his room/office, but then it got carried to the dining hall, where his arm would casually rest on the cak of your chair, then in the galley, where he'd lay his head on your lap and cover his face with his cap, or let you lay on his lap.

But he doesn't want to show pda outside the polar tang, he knows it's not going to be safe. But he keeps you within arms reach, just to put himself at ease.

See, he's a cocky bastard, slowly he'll warm up to you again now that you both are official, so he's gonna be back to being a tease, just to get reactions out of you. He loves making you blush.

Please don't hold back, tease him so bad he cries.(Just kidding, unless...)

He might have withdrawals, when he just wants to isolate himself, give him some space, but if he overexerts himself, please pull him out of it.

Will definitely love to see you wear his comfortable hoodies and sweatshirts to bed at night when you cuddle and fall asleep.

Extra: if his significant other is pretty short compared to him, you won't hear the end of it. He thinks you're just so adorable and can't stop caressing your cheeks and sometimes pinching it. Would probably wake up in the middle of the night and just look at your face with so much admiration that even Aokiji's ice and Akainu's heart would melt.

Byeee thanks for readingg:))

[moominsuki]

✎ᝰ NAGUMO YOICHI ; — 18:04. heartbreaks are best served raw. cold. wet.

࿄ ! warnings - bruh none except juicy angst. exes to ?friends /. note i have been having nagumo brain rot and it’s taking over my life. pls help. pls enjoy. ofc there will be more. no proofreads ok byeee

“you still owe me, by the way.”

sighing, you throw your keys into the straw woven coaster on top of your shoe rack. of course he was strewn all over your couch, bare feet on your cushions, head resting on the arm rest, tv flashing in jest.

you roll your eyes. “sometimes, i have half a mind to tell my elderly neighbour that no, they’re not just seeing things when they keep telling me a big, lanky idiot keeps breaking into my home after i leave.”

nagumo gasps, hand grasping his chest through his loose shirt. “idiot? words hurt, y’know.”

you kick off your shoes, jacket and blazer - in that exact order - before wandering off into the kitchen, ignoring the dramatic cries emanating from your living room.

it’s not uncommon for nagumo to just show up in your house, uninvited, eating all your food and making a mess of all your things. you remember the first time it happened, almost a year ago. he had stumbled into your bedroom window, all bloodied and bruised and your reaction time was terrible to say the least, because while you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone, his figure stepped into your peripheral and you threw the phone square at his already bruised jaw.

in apology, you had tidied him up and made him dinner… though now you wish you hadn’t shown him mercy back then, because he just kept. showing. up. you suppose he’s not just to blame. you’re ignoring the fact that you both hadn’t seen each other in over 7 years (after your messy exit of the JAA and an even more messy breakup) and now that he’s back in your life (back used in negative fashion) you just can’t seem to get rid of the him.

nor do you have the heart to tell him to get lost.

nagumo ceases his whining, yelling after you. “by the way, what’s for dinner? i saw some chicken in your fridge so…”

your eye twitches. “…so what?”

“so…i was thinking you might want to use that… to make dinner.”

you make a loud noise in disbelief, practically throwing the fridge door off of its hinges, “i’m not making you dinner?! gramps next door said he saw you come in 4 hours ago! and you didn’t think to come in and make dinner?!”

it’s quiet for a moment, but you hear the rustling of clothes and the movement of feet, so you turn to lean against the kitchen counter expectantly. the dark haired man peers his head round the corner, sheepish.

“y/n? are you mad at me?”

“no. i just think you’re stupid. oh, and i pretty sure you live to bother me.”

dark puppy eyes bore into yours as he steps into the vicinity. “the first part’s not true in the slightest but the second is pretty much on the nose. though, i’m not bothering you. you like that i’m here.”

“what’s this now?”

nagumo steps closer into your personal space, tattooed arms on either side of you as you look up and away from him.

“47 times. that’s how many times i’ve shown up here. in typical y/n fashion, you’ll complain and act like you’re annoyed, but i don’t think you’ve ever told me to go away.” nagumo ponders for a moment, finger on his chin. “now that i think about it, you haven’t. not once.”

you’re speechless. you’re not sure what to say and when you open your mouth, nothing wants to come out. truthfully, the man has read you like an open book, flicking through the pages languidly, hands bruising the spine. he’s smiling like it’s the truest thing he’s ever said - the only thing he’s been right about when it comes to how you feel.

pride is a very funny thing. if things were different, you’d grab his face and kiss him till he would shut up - well, that’s what you used to do… before, you know… you know. but this is humiliating, at least to you. even after all this time… you’ve let it get too far.

you huff, pushing his arm from beside you and you stand by a miscellaneous cupboard, turned away from nagumo, arms wrapped around yourself. “well, for starters, you’re wrong. forgive me for trying to be a good friend and helping someone out.”

“someone? that’s a little harsh, isn’t it?” the playful lilt stays lingering in his tone and it makes your heart simmer.

“… i think you should go, nagumo.”

silence sits between the two of you. nagumo looks at the back of your head. he sighs.

“if that’s what you want. see you around, y/n.”

he exits, quiet as never. he’s never quiet or silent when he lumbers around your home, sweeping and lingering. he’s probably already left your home in similar fashion. the fact makes you grab your own face and groan.

you don’t think you can be normal about him. maybe it’s for the best.

࿄ ! — all rights reserved © MOOMINSUKI 2024. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited.

[queenofwands89]

A Heartbeat Away

Summary: Y/n, and Negan are expecting their first child and are attending their first ultrasound together.

Characters: Negan x reader (OC, Third Person)

Warnings: 18+ Smut, Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Pregnancy, Doctor's Office, Fluff.

Word count: 1,060

AO3 Link

Notes: Hello, This is my first time writing smut, so sorry if it's bad lol. Another short Negan fic because he's daddy AF. Enjoy byeee

Negan couldn’t help but admire his wife’s sleeping figure. The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over her naked body. Her perky breasts rose and fell with each breath she took, and Negan felt his cock stir in his boxers.

Y/n stirred, opening her eyes to meet Negan’s gaze. She smiled lazily and stretched her arms above her head, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly. Negan felt his cock grow harder at the sight.

Without a word, Negan climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Y/n’s legs. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her inner thigh, causing her to giggle. Negan smirked and began to trail kisses up her leg, inching closer and closer to her pussy.

Y/n’s breath hitched as Negan’s lips met her clit. He began to tease her, licking and sucking gently, causing her to moan softly. Negan’s cock throbbed in his boxers as he tasted her sweetness.

Y/n reached down and began to stroke Negan’s cock through his boxers. He growled and grabbed her hand, pulling it away. “Not yet, darling,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

Negan continued to tease Y/n, his tongue darting in and out of her pussy. She writhed beneath him, her moans growing louder. Negan could feel her getting closer and closer to climax. Just as Y/n was about to cum, Negan pulled away. She looked at him, confused and a little disappointed. Negan smirked and climbed up her body, positioning himself above her.

“What are you doing?” Y/n asked, her voice breathless.

Negan leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I need to be inside you baby. I’m going to fill your pussy with my cum.”

Y/n’s breath hitched at his words. She wrapped her legs around Negan’s waist, pulling him closer. Negan positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed inside her, filling her up completely. They both moaned as Negan began to thrust in and out of her. He grabbed her breasts, kneading them roughly as he fucked her. Y/n’s nails dug into Negan’s back as she met him thrust for thrust. “Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so fucking beautiful” Negan growled, his thrusts becoming more desperate.

“Yes, Negan, fuck me harder,” Y/n begged, her voice barely above a whisper. Negan complied, pounding into her with all his strength. Y/n’s moans grew louder as she felt herself getting closer and closer to climax. Negan could feel his own orgasm building. He grunted as he thrust into Y/n one last time, filling her up with his cum. Y/n cried out as she came, her pussy clenching around Negan’s cock. Negan collapsed on top of Y/n, both of them panting heavily. “Fuck, that was good,” Negan said, his voice hoarse.

Y/n smiled and wrapped her arms around Negan’s neck. “Yeah, it was,” she agreed.

Negan rolled off of Y/n, pulling her with him. They cuddled together, their bodies still slick with sweat. Negan placed a gentle kiss on Y/n’s forehead.

“I love you, Negan,” Y/n whispered, her voice sleepy.

“I love you too. So fucking much baby,” Negan replied, his voice just as sleepy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the quiet hush of the ultrasound room, Y/n lay on the examination bed, a flutter of nervous excitement in her heart. Negan, her ever-charming and affectionate husband, stood by her side, his wisecracking demeanor softened by the significance of the moment. The love between them was palpable, a tangible force that filled the room with warmth. As the ultrasound tech squirted the cool gel onto Y/n's belly, Negan squeezed her hand gently, his touch both comforting and grounding. Y/n turned to look at him, her eyes brimming with emotion.

"Ready to see our little kicker?" Negan asked with a grin, his voice a mix of excitement and an underlying note of awe.

Y/n laughed, the sound tinged with nervousness. "More ready than I've ever been for anything," she replied, her wit shining through her vulnerability. The screen flickered to life, and the couple's eyes were immediately drawn to it. There, in fuzzy black and white, was the first glimpse of their child. A tiny heartbeat flickered on the monitor like a distant star pulsing in a vast sky, and Y/n's breath caught in her throat.

"Would you look at that..." Negan whispered. His usual cocky edge was replaced by a genuine wonder, his eyes never leaving the screen.

The technician smiled, pointing to the screen. "Right here. That's your baby's heartbeat. Strong and clear."

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as the rhythmic thumping filled the room, an anthem of the new life they had created. "Negan, that's ours, that's our baby," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

Negan, who always had a joke at the ready, found himself without words. Instead, he leaned down and kissed Y/n's forehead, the playful glint in his eye giving way to something deeper and more tender. "I love you, y/n," he said, his voice soft but resonant. "And I already love this little one so damn much."

Y/n squeezed Negan's hand, her heart swelling with love not just for the man who had been her rock but for the father he was becoming. "We're really doing this, aren't we? We're going to be parents."

Negan chuckled, a touch of his customary swagger returning. "Hell yeah, we are. We're going to be the coolest parents this kid could ever ask for."

The technician handed them a printout of the ultrasound, a snapshot of the moment their lives changed forever. As they left the clinic, holding the image of their child between them, they stepped into their future together with laughter, bittersweet tears, and uncontainable happiness.

"What do you say, babe, should we start thinking about baby names or just call them 'Little Ass-Kicker' for now?" Negan joked, the twinkle back in his eye.

Y/n shook her head, smiling through her tears. "Let's stick with names for now, love. But knowing you, 'Little Ass-Kicker' might just end up being their nickname."

As they walked hand in hand, they knew that whatever the future held, they would face it together—with love, humor, and the undying support that made them perfect for each other.

[deanbrainrotwritings]

—   KEEP THE LIGHTS ON

SUMMARY : “Hi!! First time requesting a fic so if this is dumb.. well yeah. A fic where Dean and the reader are about to do it (😏😏) and hes very focused on her thighs/hips area and she's got stretch marks there and he traces/kisses/grabs them? It's rough, intense, and passionate? 😳😶 okay love you and your writing byeee 🏃‍♀️” — anon

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), smut, as always unspecified skin colour and weight (lol), 

WORD COUNT : 2.0k

A/N : close your eyes song title. I loved this request as soon as I got it, and that’s why it didn’t take long! I’ve seen some stretch marks are lighter than the skin and others are darker than the skin and also that they feel like grooves so, I hope this is okay! *insert Scott Pilgrim and the L-word scene bc I can’t say ILY* AND HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY Xx

You’d never been so comfortable and confident with a man before. Comfortable with yourself. Confident in your own skin.. Every insecurity you had in every other aspect of your life, sex-releated or not, flew out the window because you knew Dean. 

He had a way of making you feel beautiful all the time. Either with his facial expressions when you caught him staring, his words when you were alone, his actions at any chance he had to get his hands on you. He was very expressive, wordlessly so, and gesticulating. 

You had to get to know the real him to understand him and, you know… he’s complicated. He’s guarded, but beneath all that there’s a soft centre to him, like a brownie. And overall, he’s sweet and good and soft. Perfect. Like a brownie. 

Eventually, getting a read on him gets easier, but not entirely easy. Which is why he was currently taking your breath away with his lips moving down your neck and his hands tangled in your hair as he guided you down the hallway to his room. But only after admitting he’d been wanting to get you in his bed for years and you’d be damned if you let your fears and worries get in the way of getting your first taste of him after pining for him almost as long as he’d carried a torch for you. 

You had to be stupid to believe that Dean was shallow and cared only about a woman's appearance or attractiveness. You never thought you weren’t enough all those times Dean left with or hit on any women but you. All you thought was that he simply didn’t see you that way, which was only half of the truth. He wanted something more than one night with you and he just didn’t have the guts to tell you so. 

But tonight, after a sleepy hangout at the Dean Cave, after watching a variety of movies that Dean liked—movies he excitedly wanted you to enjoy as well when you said you’d never watched them before. And then going to the kitchen to get more snacks for the next film… 

Well, you don’t really remember what led to it, maybe you said something in your exhausted state. Or maybe he did. You had a feeling that if you made the first move and confessed something you wouldn’t have in the right state of mind, he’d hold it over you and tease you about it—if everything went well. 

Or maybe it was just a buildup of every little thing that the two of you shared with each other and all the history and all of everything else that you were. 

Now that you had his mouth on yours, quick and firm and desperate for attention and for a taste of you… You had a feeling making your stomach flutter. To some extent, the two of you were very aware of each other’s feelings and still decided to do nothing about it. 

What a waste of fucking time. 

Still, something about waiting made this much more intense. Your skin ignited at his touch when his fingers snuck up into your shirt. Your flesh became warmer and warmer after each rapid heartbeat, excitement from his wet, breathy kisses. The air in your lungs failed to escape correctly, failing to reach the full capacity of oxygen the more thrilled you became. 

You wanted to devour him whole. But all you could do was kiss him back with as much passion and fervour as you possibly could. Your palms smoothed up scarred skin, flushed and warm and taut. Your nails scratched and your fingers tugged at anything of his that you could hold onto. 

When you got to his room, he’d made your head spin more than it already was from his kiss when he pushed you into his bedroom door to shut it. 

“Sweetheart,” he moaned against your mouth and your breath audibly hitched. The sound of his voice, the way he spoke that pet-name to you made your stomach clench and your clit throb. Or maybe it was the way he pinned your lower body to the door with his hips and the way he held your gaze when he flexed his hand beneath your shirt, his fingers spread across your ribcage.

His other hand moved back up to your cheek and his thumb brushed against your cheekbone. Your lips parted at first when he did that and your eyes searched his curious eyes longingly, but he seemed to be on his own mission. You bit your lip anxiously instead as you attempted to maintain eye contact, your cheeks burned when his green eyes dropped down to your lips. All you could feel was his erection pressed into your soft skin through the flimsy layers of his pyjama pants. 

And then his cock twitched. 

It was driving you crazy.

Being this close to him felt like a chemical reaction. You bubbled as he came into contact with you and you could probably evaporate into nothing if you were just a reactant. You never thought you’d feel consumed entirely by a person as if they were a reagent. You’d be embarrassed if it were anyone else but Dean who made you feel this pathetic. 

Your eyes reacted faster than your body when Dean dove back down to capture your bottom lip. He sucked on it softly and rolled his hips into you and you breathed shakily against his mouth at the combination of pleasant sensations that occurred simultaneously. 

You buried your fingers in his hair and then you felt his own gripping your hips tightly. God, you wished he’d dig into you and mark you permanently, but instead your thoughts ran through the imaginary engine of a plane and turned into smithereens when his tongue entered your mouth.

He lifted you up and his hands slid roughly from your ass to your thighs. You clung to him and kissed him hard, pouring yourself wholly into the kiss until he drunkenly stumbled to his bed and dropped you into it. All the while, he was still completely attached to you and getting more desperate now that you were as malleable as dough in his expert hands.

He pulled away from you breathlessly, lips parted and wet and red and perfectly kissed. His cheeks puffed a little and he had a tiny smile that shined mostly in his eyes when they fluttered open. You thought you’d be sucked right into his dilated pupils as he admired you beneath him, but he went right back to your neck and your cleavage while his hands pushed and pulled away at your clothes to get you naked.

For the fraction of a second, your body snapped out of the trance he’d placed you in when you felt his fingers trace and dip gently into the marks on your skin. The magic was gone only for a few moments when you opened your eyes to him between your bare legs, he looked up at you in surprise. Surprised at your reaction.

“What?” He frowned at you. The cute pout made your eyes brighten and your body relaxed once more as you smiled down at him. 

You were hesitant and he was patient. And then his expression mirrored yours, smiley. But he was so soft, with those crinkles at the corner of his eyes, and those dimples above his pillowy lips. He didn’t even make a big deal out of it and that made you release a soft breath and with it, the tension disappeared from your body. 

“Are you sure?” You asked him, pressing your teeth into your bottom lip. He lifted a brow at you before both brows came together in amused confusion. He slowly pulled himself up your body and shamelessly dropped his hips at your centre, practically grinding his covered erection against your bare, wet core. 

You inhaled sharply and he smirked at you. He slid his forearm up beside your head to balance his upper body above yours and continued to brush his thumb against the lines you were more than familiar with that resided at your hips. 

“Wanna hear it explicitly, is that it?” He murmured, his tongue dipping out to pull his lower lip into his mouth. Then he planted his teeth on the shimmering, plump flesh. What a journey. 

You were amused when your eyes flickered back up to his and you pulled your own lip between your teeth. He was cocky and maybe it didn’t help that you were a mess beneath him, but you couldn’t help yourself. 

“I’m gonna fuck you hard in my bed,” he told you. Your eyes widened slightly and you breathed unevenly as he rocked his hips against your heat. “But first, I’m gonna memorise every inch of your body and I’m gonna make you wait ‘til I’m satisfied. And only then,” he whispered, dropping kisses along your cheek and jaw, “I’ll give you what you want.” 

You licked your lips and allowed Dean to move lower to pepper kisses along your breasts until he slowly made his way back down between your legs. Part of you wanted to whine when he brushed his fingers over your stretch marks again, but there was something about how casual he was about them that made you want to see where this was going.

“What do I want?” You grinned down at him just as his lips made contact with the lines in contrasting colour to your skin. He smirked and looked at you through his lashes. His warm breath tickled your thighs when he chuckled and you shivered, bumping his bicep playfully with your knee. 

“Me, I hope,” he answered, almost bashfully. He buried his fingers into your hips and pulled at your skin, following the lines that decorated your body while keeping his eyes on you. You squirmed as he continued to touch and mouth at your stretch marks. “But mostly, my dick.” 

You laughed, “what?” And Dean nipped at your hip, along a few lines on either side of your body and your body shuddered pleasantly. 

“You asked what you wanted. I said: me and my dick,” he recapped for you playfully. You rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t help smiling. Dean went from playful to sexy and dragged his lips down your pelvis. Your hips wiggled in anticipation and your breath became shallow, but Dean only breathed against your soaked cunt. “If… all ‘a this proves anything.”

The warm air slipping between his lips aroused you to the point of wanting to pull his face between your legs and trap him there with your thighs. You felt yourself turn hot at his words, both from embarrassment and from lust.

“Dean, please,” you begged with a whiny laugh. 

Instead of replying with something witty, he swirled his tongue around your entrance with a moan. You felt his spit and you held your breath when he flatted his tongue and dragged it up to your clit. You closed your eyes and arched your back when he sucked and flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit. 

And then it was all gone and your body became loose once more. You opened your eyes to Dean pulling his shirt over his head, exposing the freckled skin you’ve always wanted to kiss and mark with your mouth when you patched him up on hunts. 

Before you could get your hands on him, he got out of bed and pulled his pants and boxers down his legs swiftly. He barely gave you time to see, to admire what you came to accept as the prettiest cock you’d ever seen. 

“I told you,” he smirked, slipping between your legs and lowering himself on your body to kiss you. “I’m takin’ my time.” You groaned in protest against his lip, but eventually every complaint you had on taking it slowly dissipated from your mind as he pushed and pulled at your body in ways you didn’t think you’d liked until he began working your body. 

You didn’t want to admit it, but dammit… Sex with Dean was better and more satisfying than the sex you had with any other man. 

You couldn’t tell Dean that. Never. It’d go to his head. Rightfully so, but still. All you could think about is the embarrassment he’d cause you to feel by reminding you, every chance he had—with that smug smirk of his—about how good you said he makes you feel. Better than any other man. 

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[lovelettersforthedamned]

when was the first time peter and bug kissed???? was it before she went to a game or was it like after a game and he’s super hyped he doesn’t realize he kissed her ?

i need to know everything 😭

Good Luck Charm

✰ college!hockey!peter parker x f!reader

✰ word count: 0.3

✰ summary: sometimes a kiss is all peter needs to put his nerves away.

✰ warnings: pure fluff, a kissy kiss.

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main m.list ⋆ peter parker m.list ⋆ college!hockey!peter m.list

not my gif. credits to the owner.

Peter was rarely nervous, but something about this game made his palms sweaty and his heart beat a little faster. Maybe it was because it was senior night, or maybe it was because scouts from the NHL were in the stands tonight, watching Peter’s every move. 

You could tell throughout this week that Peter’s head wasn’t focused on school. The way he fiddled with your fingers whenever he held your hand was his dead giveaway. 

And now as you’re standing at the rink's entrance, he was silent. Silence was never a common thing between the two of you. You brought your hand up to his back and moved it up and down, offering some sort of comfort.

He could tell you were concerned for him even though you hadn’t spoken a word for the past few hours. Throwing his arm around your shoulders, he sighed, “I’m fine, I promise.” His eyes never leave the glass doors leading to the stands. 

“Okay,” you begin to walk away from him, his hands still holding his as his teammates begin to funnel into the building, “I’ll be inside. You’re going to do great, yeah?” 

He nodded before pulling you back, the sudden motion almost making you trip over your own feet. Peter pulled you in close, his heart was racing, and you could feel it through his chest. You’re about to open your mouth to ask him if he is okay again, but his lips interrupted you. 

You tense at the contact before melting into the kiss. Your hand reaches up to hold his face, stabilizing yourself as the kiss begins to deepen. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you in impossibly closer. 

A few seconds pass before you pull away, the sudden feeling of eyes on the two of you making you self-aware of your surroundings. You’re baffled as you ask, “What was that for?”

“Good luck charm,” he responds, smiling, as he walks away to his team. 

✰ author's note: thank you anon for the ask!!! if you want to send in your own, my ask box is open!! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed! ok, ily byeee !!!

[lianaloverr]

Colby Brock bestfriend/bf hc’s!

Heyy! I told y’all to lookout for Colby and here it is! (Sorry about the part 2, I’ve been trying to brainstorm. I’ll try to have it out by tomorrow!) enjoyyyy! Also this is based off of old and new Colby.

Paring: Colby Brock x gn!reader

Warnings: mention of kissing and a “fun time”

(Not mine!!)

♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛♛

Bestfriend:

• you guys met eachother through Sam

• you met Sam in middle school, then he introduced you

• instant besties

•when him and Sam started their vine/youtube, you supported them all the way

• you guys always hang out

• when your both laying together, you always play with his hair

• when prank wars rolled around, you helped him with almost all of them

• One time he pranked you by pushing you in the pool, and you were pissed

• ofc you got him back😉

• you guys promised you would be bestie forever (or more?)

♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

Bf hc’s:

• bro loves you to deathh

• when you guys go to party’s, he protects u with his life

• he wanted to make sure no one tried to steal u

• you guys share a LOT of embarrassing moments, but you laugh ur asses off

• when u guys drink, is a goofy night filled with kissing and dancing

• you always catch this boy staringgg

• your guys favorite song to listen to is The Hills x Swim (it’s such a good song, pls go listen to it)

• when u guys are alone… let’s just say you have a “fun time”

• he fell first and harder

• his whole demeanor changes when your around

• you always call this boy cutee

• a few years later, your married

• you live happily ever after❤️

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Hellooo! Thank u for reading! I’m taking requests, pls send me some one-shot ideas for Sam or Colby or anyone else on my masterlist! Byeee!

[ksywoo]

8:30 pm / l.sm

pairing: lee seokmin x reader pronouns: not specified word count: 1.6k genre: established relationship, fluff, suggestive, a little bit of angst but not really warnings: kissy kissy fic hehe, dk gets a little handsy where reader is insecure about their body but he reassures them, also.. tummy/waist kisses <3 note: me posting a fic for the first time in over a year and it's mostly just kissing ... hey guys .. also im embarassed when i write things like this so im gonna go hide al;skdjf sorry if its cringe or garbage BYEEE

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You felt the bed dip towards your feet, but you didn't look up to greet the boy, still upset about your argument from earlier. You continued reading, not acknowledging his presence. 

Seokmin crawled towards you slowly, as if trying to go unnoticed, and slid under your arms and buried his face in your neck so you were unwillingly half hugging him. His body rested between your legs and his arms around your torso, trying to be as close as possible. 

When you felt his lips against your neck, you got his attention. “Seokmin.” Your voice was even and stern, telling him you weren't messing around. 

He froze as if you wouldn't know he was there if he just didn't move a muscle or make a single sound. 

“Bold of you to do that after what just happened,” you pointed out.  

He propped himself up on his elbows by your hips and lifted his head so your faces were inches from each other. He was frowning, and looked guilty. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I really really am.” 

You sighed, leaning forward to kiss his lips briefly, trying to express that you still loved him even though he pissed you off. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you mumbled with a small smile, already feeling the last remnants of your anger fade away. 

“I’m serious,” his frown deepened. “I’m really sorry. 

You leaned over to set your book on the nightstand. “I know.” You held his face with both of your hands while he continued to apologize. 

“How do I make you not hate me anymore?” he asked between the kisses you were giving him. 

“Seokmin,” you chuckled. “I don't hate you. Never have, never will.” 

“But you're mad at me.” 

“I’m not mad.” 

“But I’m a horrible boyfriend who never spends time with you.” 

“You aren't a horrible boyfriend. It’s not your fault you're so busy with work, I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I should take it out on, like, your managers or something because they're giving you guys extra work, but not you.”

“But it’s my fault for not always making time for you when I’m not working though.” 

One of your hands stayed on his face, thumb stroking his cheek, while the other went to his back to pull him a little closer. You could feel his muscle through his shirt and it made you wonder if he was tired from dancing all day, building that muscle. 

“You’re here now though, aren't you?” 

He nodded but still frowned, so you kissed the pout off his lips. 

“I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t being good to me. I was never mad at you, just frustrated at the situation. I shouldn’t have yelled at you earlier. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He nodded again. “Does that mean you aren't going to be stern with me again if I kiss you?” 

You laughed and he took that as a good sign, leaning up to kiss you long and sweet, no more of those short pecks you were giving him before. 

The thing about Seokmin was he was the sweetest boy in the world and his kisses were just as sweet and innocent when he wanted them to be. The other side of him was more rare and reserved for the privacy of your bedrooms, and gave you just as many butterflies as his regular kisses. 

He lifted himself up to sit right next to you, immediately tugging on your waist gently. “Come here,” he requested. You complied, shifting to sit on his lap with your knees on either side of his legs. 

You reconnected your lips, letting out a shaky breath as you felt his hands lightly trail up your legs and gently squeeze your thighs. His fingers lit paths of fire as he fiddled with the hem of your shorts, softly brushing against your skin and you wondered if he even knew that he was doing it, or if he was unintentionally muddling your brain with his touches. 

Shifting slightly, you ran your fingers through his hair and gently tugged as your mouth wandered away from his and made its way to his cheek, pressing one small kiss to the freckle by his nose, then to his jaw, and below his ear. 

With your bodies pressed together, you could feel his breathing become unsteady as your lips met his neck. He wiggled under you, trying to not make any embarrassing sounds that would make you laugh and ruin the moment. 

You started kissing one spot low on his neck that you knew could be covered by some of the shirts he owned, when one of his hands slid to your waist, pulling you even closer and squeezing a specific part of your body that made you pause. 

Seokmin hummed at your hesitance, turning his head to try to look at you while finding his voice. Your face was still in his neck, lips just barely hovering over his skin. “What?” he asked after a few moments of you not moving. “Did I do something?” 

“Nothing,” you mumbled unconvincingly, lips brushing against him like feathers before kissing him again. You reached behind you and took the hand on your waist by the wrist, pulling it off you and back onto your leg. 

“You want me to only touch your thighs?” he tried teasing, but sounded so in love it was hard to take it in a dirty way, even as he started squeezing them again. 

You hummed against his neck but when he moved to hold your waist again, you pulled away, repeating your action of moving his hands before you kissed his mouth. 

Seokmin pulled away more determinedly and frowned at you. “Seriously, what’s wrong? What am I doing?” 

You tried brushing it off, distracting him by kissing him again but he dodged the kiss and put both of his hands on your shoulders. 

“Tell me. Are you hurt or something?” he asked genuinely, looking down and lifting the bottom of your shirt to see if you had a bruise or cut that he was irritating, but you pushed his hands away, pulling your shirt back down. 

He looked like a kicked puppy. The way he could change from being completely dazed while kissing you to fully alert and concerned about your health at the drop of a hat always left you stunned. How was he already able to think coherently? 

He called your name softly and you blinked a few times. “What?” 

“Why do you not want me to touch your side? Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No, I just… don’t like my waist... and hips or whatever…” you trailed off, mumbling more with each word, hands slipping off his shoulders but still holding onto his arms. 

Seokmin looked so offended and hurt that you almost thought you said something negative about his body. “You don’t?” 

You pursed your lips and shook your head slightly. “It’s not a big deal. Just one of those weeks where insecurities amplify, you know?” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Why are you sorry?” you asked with a small laugh, moving some of his bangs out of his eyes. 

“Because you don't like your body like I do.”

“You're not going to tell me I’m stupid?” 

“Of course not. It’s not stupid to be insecure, you can’t control it.”

“What would you know about that, Mr. Perfect?” you teased, poking his muscley stomach through his shirt. 

He frowned. “Hey, I’m insecure about things too. I just don't think about them when I’m with you because you make me feel so handsome.”

“You are so handsome,” you confirmed, kissing his nose as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

He scrunched his face but broke out into a grin. “I love you,” he said honestly. “You’re perfect the way you are. Even if you change, you’ll still be perfect.” 

“You’re so cheesy,” you groaned, making him laugh and capture your lips. 

“Can I do something?” he asked innocently, making you narrow your eyes skeptically. 

“What?” 

He pulled you off his lap, repositioning back to how you were first laying, you propped up on pillows and him laying between your legs. Except this time, he was laying farther down, hands holding him up to hover over your stomach. 

“Can I?” 

“Can you what?” you asked nervously. 

“Kiss you,” he answered sweetly, as if there wasn't a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

You knew what he meant. And it made your heart skip a few beats thinking about how sweet he was all the time. You nodded and he gave you one last reassuring kiss to your lips before going back to your stomach, lifting up the hem of your shirt just enough to place a kiss on your belly. 

He glanced up at you, keeping his lips on your skin, and you're pretty sure you died right there at how beautiful he was. Your hands went to his hair to play with the soft strands as he slowly trailed kisses to your side, where you inhaled sharply with worries and insecurities. Your self-deprecating thoughts slowly faded away as he rubbed part of your waist before placing a soft kiss, repeating the action on both sides all over. 

Maybe some of his kisses were a little harsher with a little more teeth, leaving small colored reminders of how much he loved you, but despite still not liking every part of your body, you did love how much Seokmin tried to make you love yourself. He wasn't a cure for being insecure, but he did help you forget.