#these movies would be 10x better if they could say fuck

[emprcaesar]

the way pippin was crying over gandalfs death as if gandalf didn’t tell him to go kill himself not even 20 minutes prior. this shit had me crying.

#it’s the way i’m not exaggerating either #tolkien knew he could make one the funniest fueds and did #these movies would be 10x better if they could say fuck #lotr #lord of the rings #gandalf #gandalf the grey #pippin #the hobbit #jrr tolkien #the fellowship of the ring

[kaleldobrev]

Mutual Pining

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Fem!Reader

Summary: Dean and you are in love with each other, and it's obvious to everyone but the two of you

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Cursing (10x), Mutual Pining, Fluff

Authors Note: Switches between reader and Deans “POV” but still written in the third person | This came out a lot longer than I thought, but I loved the way it turned out! I hope you guys do too! | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

For as long as you’ve known Dean, he has always been incredibly nice to you, which initially surprised you given his gruff exterior. Growing up, you were always told to never judge a book by its cover, and things aren’t always what they seem to be; and you had felt that this truly applied to Dean. Despite his appearance (although a very attractive one you had to admit) and his very I don’t give a fuck attitude he sometimes gave off, he was genuinely one of the nicest, funniest, charismatic, loving, and selfless people that you have ever met in your entire life. He was just someone that wanted more than anything to love someone (to be loved by someone) – and craved touch.

He was a catch in all senses of the word: he was smart, sexy, cute, he could sing (well not good, but at least he liked doing karaoke!), he could cook and bake (you were teaching him a lot about baking lately, even though he did already know a thing or two), he was handy (both when it came to cars and household maintenance), and he was a nerd (Star Wars, horror movies, Star Trek, cartoons, you name it). For as long as you had known him, it amazed you that someone hadn’t snatched him up yet. Well, you knew about some of these instances (Cassie or Lisa for example), but Dean seemed to be under the impression that the reason it never seemed to work out with these women is because of the job, or he would blame himself. “I just don’t think you found the right woman yet.” You had told him. This had earned you a weird look from Dean, and since then, you hadn’t given your two cents into his love life, despite being one of his closest confidants.

For as long as Dean has known you, you’ve always been incredibly nice to him; even when he knew he didn’t deserve it. When he had met you years ago, it took him by surprise to find out that you were a hunter given your exterior and extremely bubbling personality and positive energy that you radiated (he would later come to start calling you Sunshine as he considered you the light of his life in his ever so present and consistent cloudy days he called his life). “Just because you’re a hunter, doesn’t mean you have to be depressed all the time.” You had said to him. “But we’ve all witnessed and endured horrible things. Don’t know how you can still be so happy.” He had said back to you. You had simply shrugged stating, “You have your way of coping, and I have mine.” What Dean had initially thought that he hated about you (you being that Ray of Sunshine) had actually grown into something that he would love and appreciate about you.

Something that he always tended to carry in the back of his mind is quote that you had frequently said: Never judge a book by its cover, and things aren’t always what they seem to be; and he felt that your quote really did apply to you. Despite the type of energy that you give off, and despite your colorful array of clothing, you were genuinely one of the best hunters that he has ever met or worked with in his life.

You were a catch in all senses of the word. You were smart, cunning, funny, cute, sexy (even when you weren’t even remotely trying to be). You knew how to cook and bake (he was particularly fond of your peach and apple pies that you had made), you could sing (despite you saying how awful you were, your voice had sounded like honey to him), and you knew how to shoot a gun almost as good as him (in reality, you were probably a much better shot, but he would never admit that). It amazed him that you hadn’t settled down yet, even though he knew that was something that you had wanted to do at some point in your life. “I guess I just haven’t found the right yet guy. Just like how you haven’t found the right woman yet.” You had told him. “He’s sitting right in front of you Sunshine,” he had desperately wanted to say to you.

It was a lazy Sunday at the Bunker, and since there was no cases you had decided that you were going to do some baking today. You had promised Dean that you would him your famous peach and apple pie sometime this week, and since that was something you promised him last Tuesday, you were getting near close to almost falling through with your promise – something that you didn’t want to do, especially when it came to Dean.

Dean didn’t ask for much. So when he asked ever so politely if you could make this for him adding “no rush of course” at the end of his request, you were more than happy to oblige. This man has saved your ass more times than you could possibly count, and never asked for anything in return. So, the least you could do for the man was bake him a pie right?

Walking into the kitchen you were wearing your comfy clothes which consisted of a very faded AC/DC shirt that Dean had lent you they you had never given back (to be fair, he never asked for it back), a plain hot pink sweatshirt, black sweatpants and hot pink fuzzy socks.

Rolling up your sleeves, you walked over to the cabinet to grab everything they you would need in order to make the pie for Dean. Technically speaking, you were making the pie for everyone to enjoy, but you knew the second Dean for a whiff of the peachy and appley goodness, he would most likely hoard this (not that you had a problem with that, you were happy that he enjoyed your cooking and baking that much).

Placing your phone on the counter, you decided to play some music, picking the playlist you had rightfully named “Baking/Cooking Jams” (pun intended), so the quietness didn’t seem so eerie to you. You didn’t like the quiet at times, but you had such fond memories of singing along and dancing along to the music when you were a little girl in the kitchen with your mom or grandma.

One of the things that you appreciated, was the fact that none of the boys made fun of you while you did this (not that it would have bothered you if they did), but you half expected one of them to say something. The closest any of them had gotten to “making fun” of or commenting on your dance moves or singing had come from Dean, and his comments which very complimentary. You were so thrown off, that at first you thought he was fucking with you.

It’s been almost a week since Dean had requested you make your famous peach and apple pie, and there was a part of him that was starting to get just a tad disappointed when you hadn’t made it yet. But one of the things that was holding him together, was the fact that you always kept your promises and followed through with them (it was one of the things that he loved about you. He had asked for the pie on Tuesday, and it was now Sunday. He had wanted to re-ask you, but decided against it because he didn’t want to seem pushy and he didn’t want to bother you with what he seemed to be a silly request. “You could never bother her Dean. Trust me.” Sam had told him numerous times.

As Dean walked down the hallway of the Bunker, he could hear the quiet sounds of your music coming from the kitchen. The only reason he knew that it was your music is because he recognized the current song that was playing as a part of “Baking/Cooking Jams” playlist (pun intended). He smiled, hoping that since you were listening to this playlist it meant that you were baking something - specifically, baking the pie that you had promised him.

Dean peaked his head into the kitchen and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight before him. You were bopping your head, quietly singing along, and shaking your shoulders to the music as you were lining a tin with your homemade pie crust. You were wearing your hot pink sweatshirt (something that he loved always seeing you wear) and your fuzzy socks (another thing that he secretly loved). Wonder what’s underneath. Hope it’s one of my shirts…or nothing at all…He thought to himself. No Dean, don’t think that way.

Almost as if you could read his mind (which he knew you couldn’t do and was extremely thankful that you couldn’t) you stopped your dancing and looked at him, giving him the biggest smile you could muster up. “Hey you!” Your voice sounded so cheerful, so inviting, it practically made him melt.

“Hey Sunshine.” He said, walking into the kitchen and making his way to the island. “Whatcha making?” He asked, as if he couldn’t tell from the fresh cut apples and peaches on the counter in front of him.

“Your favorite.” You smiled, alternating between placing the peaches and apples into the pie tin. “Sorry it took so long Dean.”

Your apology surprised him. “Why are you saying sorry?” He questioned; you literally had no reason to be apologizing to him right now.

“Well, I know you asked for this Tuesday and it’s Sunday now.” Your voice that was once full of joy, was now sounding almost slightly sad and embarrassed, almost as if you were disappointed in yourself. “I swear I didn’t forget. Got a bit sidetracked with research this week.” You looked down just then, finishing up with the filling.

“Hey.” He began to say and you looked up at him. “Please don’t apologize for something like that okay?” You nodded. “Need any help?”

You shook your head. “I’m good Dean. But thanks for the offer.” You said, placing the pie into the oven.

“It’ll be ready soonish.” You gave him a smile. He could sense that you were trying to go back to your joyful voice, but you seemed still slightly upset, despite you having no reason to be.

Although you said you didn’t need the help, Dean started to gather all of the dirty dishes that you had made while you were baking. “Dean, you don’t have to do that.” You said as you watched him bring all of the dishes into the sink.

He turned the faucet on and looked at you. “It’s the least I can do Y/N.”

“I would have done it.” You walked over to the sink, picking up a dish rag and started drying the dishes he was finished washing. He looked at you briefly before letting out a small chuckle. “What?”

“Sweetheart, no you wouldn’t have. You would have left the dishes in the sink and I would have come to clean them up anyway. I know you love baking and cooking, but you hate the clean up.” You had started to open your mouth to comment, but you knew what he had said to you was the truth. Yes, you didn’t mind doing dishes, but you hated doing a large amount of dishes.

“I see Y/N finally made you your pie.” Sam said, gesturing to the giant slice of pie that Dean came walking into the War Room with.

Dean walked over with the biggest smile on his face. “It’s her best one yet.” Dean said, mouth full of pie. He sat down across from Sam who was on his laptop. “I really do think the singing and dancing helps.”

“I don’t know why you just don’t tell her.” Sam said.

“She knows I like her singing and dancing.” Dean took a mouthful of pie and Sam couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his brother.

“I mean how you feel about her.” Sam’s comment had made Dean stop chewing his pie mid bite before he gulped it down.

Dean went to open his mouth, to say something, but he couldn’t think of anything clever or snarky to say. “I’ll pass.” He decided to say.

“You’ll…pass? What does that even mean?” For as long as Sam had been around you and Dean, it seemed completely obvious to everyone that you two had feelings for each other, but for some reason, it seemed like neither of you understood that you two had feelings for each other.

“I said, I’ll pass.” Dean repeated. “What about that can’t you wrap your head around?”

“Dean, you’ve been in love with Y/N since you’ve met her. Which, honestly, is quite a record.” Sam had never seen his brother be so in love with someone before, let alone being in love with someone for as long as he had been in love with you.

“Look Sam, she doesn’t like me in the way okay? I’ve made my peace with that. Why would I tell her that I love her if she doesn’t feel the same way? Sounds very silly to me.” Dean got up from his chair and walked out of the room with this now empty plate.

You were lying down on your bed with your laptop in front of you researching. You weren’t really researching anything in particular, just random things that had peaked your interest. As you were typing away, a small knock came from the other side of your door. “Who is it?” You asked.

“It’s Sam.”

“Come in!” You called back, the door opening and quickly shutting just as fast. You questioned the abruptness of the door. “Everything alright?”

“Peachy.” Sam replied. He pointed to the edge of your bed. “Can I sit?” You nodded.

“Did you get to try any of the pie yet? Or did Dean finish it already?” You joked, closing your laptop.

“No, not yet. He uh, he didn’t finish it yet shockingly.” Sam’s expression looked at you more serious now. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” You smiled.

“Have you ever thought about telling Dean how you feel?” His question seemed to be coming out of nowhere.

“I…No.” You had wanted to tell Dean more than anything how you felt about him, but you knew that he didn’t feel the same way about you. “Why would I tell Dean that I love him when I know for a fact that he doesn’t feel the same way? It’s a little silly don’t you think?” Sam couldn’t help but almost let out a laugh. You two really are meant for each other. Sam thought to himself.

“But what if, there actually is a chance that he loves you too?” Sam asked.

You laughed. “Don’t you think he would have told me by now?”

“What if he’s afraid of the same thing you are?”

“Meaning…?” You weren’t completely sure of the point that Sam was trying to make to you.

“Meaning, what if he loves you too but thinks that you don’t love him back?” You furrowed your brow at Sam’s question.

“Dean afraid of telling me how he feels?” You laughed. “He doesn’t love me Sammy, trust me. I know what he looks like when he’s in love, and that ain’t the same way he looks at me.”

“Are you sure about that?” Sam challenged.

Dean and you both were laying awake at night, thinking about the comments that Sam had said to the both of you. The both of you had similar thoughts in your minds: Does Dean really love me? Does Y/N really love me? Have I been reading the signals all wrong?

“Sam wouldn’t just bring that up if he didn’t say something right?” You said quietly aloud to yourself.

“Did Y/N say something to him?” Dean said quietly aloud to himself.

“I could easily ask him.” You said.

“No, no. I can’t just ask her.” Dean said.

“Sam’s fucking with me.” You and Dean said in unison.

“No…Sam wouldn’t do that.” You rationalized with yourself.

“No, Sam wouldn’t fuck with me like that.” Dean rationalized with himself.

“He’s literally right down the fucking hall. I could just…be hypothetical?” You questioned.

“It’s three in the morning. She’s probably sleeping.” He said.

“Fuck it.” You two said in unison, both practically jumping out of your beds.

You opened your door and started making your way down the hall. As you were walking, you were trying to keep your composure despite how nervous you were in that moment. “Don’t chicken out now Y/N.” You mumbled.

“Alright. You got this. You got this.” Dean mumbled. “Don’t be a pussy now.”

Your head was down, but just up enough to catch yourself if someone else was in the hallway. As you were walking you noticed Dean coming down the hallway, he seemed nervous and you wondered why.

“Fuck I can’t do this.” You whispered and started turning around back toward your room.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice had made you stop in your tracks, making you turn back toward him.

“Hey.” You tried to make your breath even. “What are…What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He replied.

“I asked you first.” You said.

“I…Wanted to talk to you.” He sounded so nervous.

“At three in the morning?” You questioned.

“Yeah I uh…You know what, this can wait till later.” He said, starting to turn back into the direction of his room.

For some reason you had found yourself running after him, like you were in some cheesy romcom that you both secretly loved. “Wait.” You grabbed his arm, and he almost spun back in your direction.

Dean looked at you before looking at your hand. It amazed him each and every time how soft they had felt whenever you touched him. God, what I’d do to feel your hands all over. He thought to himself. “What’s up?”

“Dean…” He watched you take a deep breath. You were nervous and he could tell. He had known you long enough to know what you were feeling by just your body language.

You removed your hand from his arm, and he already missed the contact. “Y/N?” He asked.

“I uh…Can we talk in your room?” You asked, and he found himself automatically nodding.

“Of course.” He gave you a smile, hoping that would comfort you in some way.

You didn’t realize how nervous you truly were until you had made your way into Dean’s room. You had been in his room numerous of times (even spending the night in here) and it always strangely gave you comfort, but not in this moment. It was one of the rare occurrences in which even the calmness his room usually gave you, ceased to help you.

Dean shut the door behind you, something that made you even more nervous. You weren’t afraid that the door was shut, a majority of the time you and him had been in your room or his room, the door was usually shut. “I can, I can leave it open if you want?” He almost questioned, gesturing toward the door.

“No. No. It’s fine.” You said. “Can I…Mind if I sit on your bed?” You asked. It felt strange asking to sit on his bed. In normal circumstances, you would have just walked into his room and just sat down, never asking if you could first. Something that you were now realizing, was that you were the only person that never had to ask if you could sit down on his bed - everyone else had to ask him.

“You know you don’t have to ask.” Dean sat down on the edge of his bed and patted the spot next to him, in which you hesitantly sat down.

Dean looked into your eyes as you sat down next to him, placing your hands on your thighs. You rubbed them up and down. It kills me to see how nervous you are. He thought to himself, so badly wanting to say it out loud to you. “Sorry. I don’t know why I’m nervous.” You let out a small, nervous chuckle. It made his heart ache.

“I’m nervous too.” He said, hoping that it would make you somehow less nervous.

“Why are you nervous?” You asked. Crap. How do I answer that? He thought to himself.

“Probably for the same reason you are.” He looked at your face, looking for some kind of hint of what you possibly could be thinking.

“I highly doubt that.” You looked away, and folded your hands as if you were back in school, patiently waiting for the teacher to give you instructions.

It started to seem very evident to Dean now, that you were either nervous because Sam was right - you did in fact love him, or you were nervous because you were trying to figure out the best way to tell him that you didn’t feel the same way that he did about you. Either way, it scared him.

“I…I thought this would be easier somehow.” You admitted, after what seemed like a forever amount of silence between the two of you.

“I feel like I friggin teenager.” Dean joked, you knew he was trying his best to lighten the mood.

“Same here.” You gave him a nervous smile. “Um…Dean…” You took a deep breath, trying to figure out the best way to tell him, while at the same time, talking yourself out of telling him. “You know you’re my best friend right?”

“You know you’re my best friend right?” There is was, the sentence that he didn’t want to hear.

“Yeah.” He said, feeling his heart quickly sinking into the pit of his stomach.

“And you know I appreciate you more than anything.” You couldn’t even look at him; he wasn’t sure if that was better or worse somehow.

He reached out for your arm, gently grabbing it. “I appreciate you too Sweetheart. And I know I don’t tell you that enough.”

“Don’t be silly. You show me plenty.” Your statement was true, he may not have realized it, but there were plenty of times when he had found himself doing things to show you how much he truly cared and appreciated you, even when he didn’t outright tell you - you were the same way. You sighed. “Dean –”

“Before you say anything, I just want to tell you that whatever you say to me, our friendship is never gonna change. I won’t hate you. I could never hate you, okay?” He wasn’t sure if he was trying to reassure you, or reassure himself in that moment.

“Here it goes then.” You took yet another deep breath.

“Fuck it.” You heard Dean mumble. Not even getting a second to react, his lips were suddenly on yours. His lips were just as soft as you had thought that they would be. Despite wanting to kiss him for as long as you had known him, you never thought that this is how your first kiss with him was going to go.

The kiss was quick, and not nearly as long as you had wanted it to be. He released his lips from yours and he stared at you blankly, almost embarrassed. “Sorry.” Dean said. “I uh…” He was actually speechless. “Shit.” He let go of your arms.

“Sammy was right.” He hears you mumble.

“What did my brother tell you?” He needed to know how badly the damage control was going to be, and how much he was going to kill his brother.

“He…He asked me if I um…If I ever thought about telling you how I feel.” So Sammy got to you too huh, Dean thought. “I told him that it would be silly of me to tell you how I felt because I knew you didn’t feel the same way.” You chuckled, nervously. “I guess…I guess I was wrong.”

“I told Sammy the same thing earlier.” He admitted. “As much as I wanted to tell you…” He trailed off, unsure of what he had wanted to say next, because there was so much he had wanted to say to you.

“You didn’t want to ruin our friendship in case I didn’t feel the same way.” You said, practically finishing his sentence for him. “I felt the same way. I mean, you know just as well as I do how hard it is to find people you can trust and rely on. I love both of you, and I didn’t want to say or do anything that would of fucked my relationship up with you guys.”

“So, what do we do now?” You asked, unsure of what was going to happen next. Just because the two of you had admitted your feelings for each other, doesn’t mean that you would actually do anything about it. As much as you had wanted to try out a relationship with Dean, you knew that he wasn’t much of the relationship type – then again, maybe it was because he hadn’t found the right person?

Dean looked over at the clock, noticing that it was almost 4:30 in the morning. He looked back over to you, almost looking too tired. “You spend the night in here with me. Or, morning in here with me.”

“And do what Dean?” You asked, curious as there could be a million things on his mind.

“Just lay here together…” He began to say, slightly pulling you in close. “Maybe cuddle…” He continued, leaning in slightly, inches away from your lips.

“Do some more kissing maybe…?” You whispered, slightly questioning. “Or are you too tired?”

“Hmmm, don’t think I’d ever be tired enough to not kiss you Sunshine.” He smiled tiredly, leaning in and kissing you again.

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[hrryshoney]

you got the antidote

gynecologist!matty healy x reader

A/N: did somebody say continuation? pt. 1, hope u guys enjoy again. so happy that yall find this Man as appealing as me! ty to everyone who bounced ideas w me bc u probs made this part 10x better😋 and again, don’t like it then don’t read it. p.s. there’s a scene where reader is texting! Bold is matty. Italics is reader.

warnings: smut 18+, p in v unprotected sex, inappropriate actions in a doctors office, loss of virginity, size kink (so, reader being implied as smaller), corruption kink, use of Y/N, taboo topics/power imbalance (doctor/patient), fingering, oral (f receiving), light choking, light spanking, dom and sub dynamics, problematic age gap maybe (reader is 22/23, matty is 29/30), dirty talk, lots more lol etc..

It was 6:00 pm on a Wednesday, and you were getting ready for sleep. Well, not sleep exactly, but you were going to shower and get in bed. You had gotten back from class about an hour ago now, and after having a light dinner all you wanted to do was have your ‘everything shower’ and relax.

Then, your phone pinged with a text message. You walked over to your nightstand to see who it was, assuming it would be one of your friends, or even your partner on a project for one of your classes. You were confused, though, to see a text from an unknown number.

It was even more confusing that they were speaking like they knew you.

Unknown - Today 6:04 PM

Come by the office? Need to discuss some things.

You furrow your eyebrows, trying to remember who this could be. Or, if this text was even meant for you. You could ignore it, but something in your gut told you not to. You decided on sending a simple text back.

sorry, i think you’ve got the wrong number!

You clicked your phone off, throwing it on your bed and walking into your bathroom. You turned the water on, turning it to the hottest setting and letting the bathroom steam. Hearing your phone ping again from the other room, you sighed inwardly and hung your head. Stepping out of the bathroom, you went to check your phone again. This time, there were two messages.

Unknown

Don’t think so.

This is Y/N, correct?

You felt your heart drop to your stomach, gripping the phone in your hand tighter. Okay, who the fuck was this? And, why did they know your name? However dumb it sounded, you were going to ask them just that.

who is this?

and why do you know my name, lol

Even though this was the number one way to get yourself killed in a horror movie, you gave the stranger the benefit of the doubt. You saw the 3 dots appear on your screen, and decided to wait. When the text came through, you felt immediate relief.

Unknown

Sorry, Princess.

This is Matty.

You found yourself smiling at your phone, now. Of course, why wouldn’t it be Matty. But then it struck you that your gynecologist was not only texting you, but calling you princess. And you never gave out your number.

doctor healy lol!

how’d you get my number?

Files, and all that.

You giggled, and decided to put his name in your phone as ‘Doctor Healy’. Swiping back to your chat to respond.

ahh, not very professional

Why not stir the pot? You were bored, and it was a bleak and boring Wednesday. You had nothing better to be doing, really. You walked into the bathroom to shut the shower’s tap, it could wait. You showered yesterday, and you wanted to talk to Matty.

I think that’s the least unprofessional thing you have to worry about, Princess.

Your heartbeat sped up slightly. You jumped into your bed, rolling on your stomach and pulling the cold comforter around you. All the responses you could think of were poor, so you settled for a lame one in the end.

don’t call me thatt

“princess”

Unfortunately for you, Matty’s response was almost immediate.

Perhaps ‘brat’ is more fitting, then?

Are you coming to the office?

Embarrassment surged through you, and you dropped your phone to put your face in your hands. Despite the fact that he couldn’t see you, he was still having an effect on you. And you know you shouldn’t be having these thoughts about him.

yes, sure

what for?

Just wanna go over some of your stats.

Your eyes widened, and as if he could see you through the screen, Matty sent you another text for clarification.

Don’t worry, though. Everything’s alright.

okay, great!

It’s only me here, rest of the staff went home. Just park out front and come in, door’s open.

You hearted his message and decided to change your clothes before you went. You thought it was a little strange that Matty would have you come in after everyone had left, but you supposed he knew what he was doing.

Since you figured you would be coming home right after, you decided to forgo a bra. You threw an oversized sweatshirt on over your head. Changing your jeans out for leggings. You slipped on your sneakers and laced them up.

You took the elevator down from your apartment to the lobby, quickly walking to your car that was parked in the parking garage. Luckily for you, it was still daylight outside.

The drive was quiet and quick, you unplugged your phone from the aux and parked out front of the offices. When you walked to the glass double doors and pulled them open, there was no resistant, just as Matty had said.

The lights were on, but the office was barren. It was that same sterile smell and harsh, bright lights from the day of your first appointment. Goosebumps raised on your arms from the slight chill of the space, and you walked towards the open door of one of the examination rooms.

You could hear faint whistling and typing coming from it, confirming your suspicions that it was the one Matty resided in. You made your way to the doorframe, knocking twice on it to alert him of your presence.

Matty’s head immediately shot up from the computer screen, dark brown eyes meeting yours. “Y/N,” He called out once he saw you, a grin on his face. “Come here, then.” He rolled his chair out from under his desk, coming to a stop in the middle of the room.

You walked toward him hesitantly, still nervous and unfamiliar. But, with that smile on his face, how could you ever be nervous. He stood up once you got in front of him, the height difference now visible. You smiled back at him.

“So… what was it you wanted to go over? I know you said it wasn’t urgent, but I was a little jittery about it on the way.” You rambled, picking at the skin on your finger nails. His smile was beginning to look more and more like a smirk as you held his gaze apprehensively.

“Ah, yes. Just one thing I wanted to take a closer look at. Feels like I didn’t get the whole point of view before.” His hand came to rest gently on your shoulder, reassuringly stroking the spot with his thumb. “And, I thought it would be best if I saw you again privately, so I could spend as much time on you as needed.” His pupils almost got larger then, hand slipping down to cradle your elbow.

You felt your body heating up. Giggling, you blindly agreed with his reasoning. “Whatever you see fit, Doctor Healy. What do you need me to do?” You asked him honestly, bouncing back and forth on the balls of your feet. The way he was staring at you made you restless.

He cleared his throat, an attempt to snap himself out of the daze. His eyes dragged up and down your body noticeably, “Would you mind removing your jumper?” He asked, eyes glued to the piece of fabric.

You swallowed thickly, now flustered at the choice you had made earlier in your room. “I- Well, I don’t really have on, um, a bra underneath?” The statement came out as more of a question, and the way his mouth went slightly agape had you fumbling to explain yourself.

“Sorry! I’m sorry if that’s unprofessional, Doctor. I just- I hadn’t realized you would be examining me. I thought this was more of a paperwork thing.” You smiled awkwardly, hoping to ease the tension. His hands twitched by his side, one coming to pull slightly at the front of his trousers.

His chuckle was enough to make you shiver. “It’s nothing to apologize about, really. Just makes my job easier. Are you comfortable to remove it, still?” You whispered your agreement, pulling the sweatshirt over your head with both your hands. Once it was off, you laid it on the examination table, turning to face Matty again.

His gaze was unwavering on your chest, the distance between you two seeming even shorter now. “I can touch you?” Matty asked, breathless. But with your nod, he was shaking his head.

“Come on, Princess. Need your words. Should know this one by now.” His eyes almost gleamed.

“Right, sorry. Yes. You can touch me, Doctor.”

You can almost feel the heat radiating off his body before he touches you. And then, Matty’s hands immediately landed on your hips, tracing them up your body. He started to walk closer to the examination table, backing you up until your heels hit the foot of it. First, his hands were on your bare shoulders. Then, you were being abruptly spun around so your thighs hit the table.

His hand rested on your stomach, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Gonna start your appointment now, okay? Let me know if you need a break.” His fingertips never halted, now playing with one of your breasts. He tweaked your nipple and you let out a gasp.

“Sorry, Princess.“ You can hear the smirk in his voice, and you know he’s not sorry at all. He walks his hands up to your bare neck, letting his hand softly lay in place. You let out a squeak when his fingers suddenly squeeze either side of your neck.

Keeping his hand on your neck, the other comes to grab roughly at your hip. “Small, could do anything to you.” His fingernail trails the rest of your neck, going down the valley of your breasts. Suddenly, both his hands disappear from your body. Before you can whine and beg him for more, you feel his palm flatten on your back.

There’s a slight push, and he’s clearly giving you an out. You give into his strength, bending at the hip over the examination table. “Can I take off your pants?” Matty’s bent above you, leaving a trail of kisses down your bare spine.

Your nod is almost instant, only hindered by the way your cheek was pushed against the table. You can’t help pressing your thighs together. “Please, Doctor Healy.” You feel his hands fiddling with the waistband of your leggings.

“Gotta bend you over and inspect you.” He mumbles, and you don’t think you were meant to hear it. Matty is pulling the leggings down your thighs torturously slow. Once your pants pool at your ankles, you hear him take two steps back. He’s staring at your white panties, and you hear him click his tongue twice.

Matty presses the growing bulge in his trousers right on top of the growing mess in your panties. He leans down once again, a hand on the back of your neck as he whispers in your ear. “Gonna take a look at your little cunt now, okay baby?”

You moan out a noise that sounds somewhat like a yes, and it’s good enough for him. Matty pulls away, pressing a thumb atop the wet spot that has now stains your underwear. “Naughty girl.” He chuckles, and you feel yourself clench around nothing.

Suddenly, you hear a loud tearing sound. You feel the shock when you realize it was Matty ripping your panties from behind, the elastic snapping back on your skin. You gasp feeling the cold air hit your cunt, and the dull sound of your ripped underwear hitting the floor.

Matty runs his fingers down your body, outlining your pussy. “Spread yourself for me.” It’s a demand, and your throat runs dry at the tone of his voice. You bring your two hands back from your side to grab your inner thighs, spreading yourself open for Matty.

Matty’s middle finger prods at your hole, circling it. Your incessant moans making him laugh. “Quiet for me, checking to make sure everything’s okay.” The tip of Matty’s finger slips inside you, stretching you out. As soon as you moan, he’s pulling his finger out again. Teasing.

“Doctor- Matty. Please, please.”

His fingers travel up and down your slit, feeling you out. Your wetness is dripping on his fingers, and you can't help the whines escaping your mouth. Matty makes a noise in the back of his throat, pushing his middle finger into you again. "Feel good?" Matty's voice is a deeper tone than usual, chestnut colored eyes now an almost black.

You moan in confirmation and wiggle your hips, "Another please?" Feeling the constant stretch from his fingers is too good. His unoccupied hand comes to lay flat on your lower back. "Need it, Doctor." You'd beg if he asked, and if he didn't, too. A wet gasp tore through your throat when his thumb came to circle your clit from behind.

"Stay still and I'll make it better, okay? Whiny little girl." Matty says, tone all amusement. In your state, you don't really find it that funny. It's all okay though, when he slides his ring finger into you.

Now, both his fingers are moving in and out of your cunt at a steady pace. The friction is so good, and you can hear the wet sounds your pussy is making. You’d have half the mind to be embarrassed, but you don’t have the energy for your cheeks to start burning.

You can’t stop babbling for him, mostly nonsense. Matty can make out that most of it is you begging, though. He curls his fingers inside of you, plunging his fingers even deeper. “Such a good girl for me. So agreeable, just let me do anything? Yeah, you would. Bent over like a good pet and taking my fingers. Made you into a little slut, huh?”

“Oh my God.” You manage to choke out in between the moans that are shaking your body. You feel yourself get even wetter for him. “Doctor, please. Yes.” You’re shaking your head so hard that you know it’ll hurt later. Matty grabs a fistful of your hair to lift your head up slightly, fingers never stopping.

“Fucking like that? Like being called a slut? Can feel how you clench around me, s’pathetic.” Matty curls his fingers inside you, speeding up his pace even more. He takes his fingers out of you completely. Before you can protest, his hand comes down to slap your cunt. Three quick taps that have your mouth hanging open in silence, and then he slips his fingers back inside of you.

Matty’s hand lets go of your hair, slinking it around your front to rub tight circles on your clit. “Come on, princess. Cum for me, cum for your Doctor.” And when he pinches your clit, you’re gone. You squeeze your eyes shut so tight that you see white behind the lids. Loud moans are pouring out of your mouth and your torso is writing against the table.

His fingers never cease their movements, working you through your orgasm. Once you come down from it, you feel overstimulated. “Too much, Matty.” He slips his fingers out, and you turn your head in time to see him put his fingers in his mouth to taste you.

Matty licks his fingers and holds eye contact, smirking when he’s done. “You taste fucking sweet.” He takes a step closer, and your lips part. Matty slips his two fingers in your mouth, then. His grin goes even wider when you immediately close your lips around his fingers and suck.

“Good girl, don’t you taste good?” He’s chuckling when you nod your head around his fingers, agreeing. He pulls them out of your mouth with a pop, and he moves backwards to his original position.

“Need it right from the source.” He mumbles, and that’s when you see him sinking to his knees. You automatically shove your face down onto the table again, your muscles tense in anticipation. He trails his fingers down your thighs teasingly as he does.

“Been dying for this, you know that? Need to taste you.” His hands hook to the front of your legs, limiting your movement. Your upper body is still bent across the examination table.

He pries your legs apart even further, fingertips gripping hard on your thighs. “Please, Doctor. Do something.” Your whines are met with a chuckle, causing you to bury your cheek further down onto the cold surface. The noise you make is loud when you feel a firm hand come to slap your ass once.

“I’ll decide what you get. I know what’s best for you, Princess. Don’t fuckin’ forget it.” Without warning, he pushes his face into your cunt. His warm tongue licks a long stripe up your folds, and you scream out in pleasure. He moves his tongue down to your clit, flicking it in rhythm. His fingers trail to your hole for a minute again, but they’re gone as soon as they came.

You jolt in oversensitivity when Matty takes his mouth off you, just staring at your pussy. You try to close your legs, but the strain of his large hand against your thighs remind you that you can’t. He blows cold air onto your cunt, and then spits onto your hole.

You clench, and Matty laughs. “Doctor Healy, I-I can’t.” Instantly, his tongue is being shoved inside you. Licking the mess he’s made, and fucking his tongue in and out of you.

“You can and you will. Don’t be a brat.” He speaks against you, and the vibrations of his words just make you moan more. “Just a pleasure drunk whore, and you’re trying to deprive me of this?” His lips purse around your clit, sucking hard.

You’re shaking your head, and your hands raise behind you, tugging slightly at his hair. It’s a poor attempt to push his mouth away from your over sensitive nerves. One of his hands comes up to grab both your wrists, pinning them behind your back.

“Let me eat.” He pins you down even harder, and the feeling is sending you over the edge, and you clench your thighs the best you can.

“Matty.. Fuck. Doctor, please. I’m gonna cum, need to.” Your whole body tenses and you feel yourself teetering on the edge. The slightest thing could set you off, and Matty knows this.

His hand comes up to spank your ass again, and he speaks as he licks over your clit. “Let go, you’re so good. Letting me prep you, stretch you out for me.” And that’s what does you in for the second time of the night.

You cum in Matty’s mouth, and he is working you with his tongue the whole time. One of your hands is gripping the side of the table, trying to ground you in some sense. “Fuck! Thank you, thank you.” Senseless curses and strings of the same words are all you can get out of your mouth.

When you come down from the high, Matty is rubbing your back gently. “Good girl, baby. Did so good for me.” He says it so softly, you almost can’t believe this was the same man who made you cum twice in a row just a second ago.

You turn to prop yourself up on your back, feeling a bit tired from all that just took place. Matty’s smiling at you, but there’s a dusting of pink across his cheeks. His eyes practically black. You look down to his trousers, bulge straining against the zipper.

“Does that hurt, Doctor Healy? I can help you.” Your eyes are wide, and you want to return the favor. Last time he made you feel good, he didn’t get to cum either. It’s only fair.

“Don’t have to, could take care of myself if you’re too worn out. Know it would be your first… and I understand if you want to save that. Make it special.” He’s trying to be polite, be a gentleman. Though, it’s not very gentlemanly when his hand goes to palm himself. You shake your head.

“No, I want to. I wanna give myself to you. And, I can go again, you’re not that good.” Of course, that last bit was a lie. You roll your eyes teasingly, but Matty’s pupils dilate. He steps closer to the table.

“Not that good, baby? Don’t eat your words.” He grabs your wrist and places it on top of the tent in his pants, moving your hand up and down. “Wanna be inside you so bad.” Your head rolls back at his words, desperately needing to feel him in you.

Your fingers work at the zipper of his pants, and before you can look up to gain his consent he’s undoing them himself. He drops his trousers, stepping out of them. Your eyes are glued to his black Calvin’s. Matty is big, and you haven’t even see him yet. There’s spots of precum on his boxers, and you commend him for having the strength of not cumming in his pants.

You pull at the hem of his shirt. He’s got his lab coat on, and you need both items off. You feel so bare before him, he needs to catch up. He gets the message, and quickly takes his coat off. It falls to the floor with a clink.

Then, his button up underneath. He loosened his tie earlier, and quickly pulls it off his neck to discard of. Matty undoes the buttons of his shirts with such diligence, and your mind can’t help but wander to how experienced Doctor Healy really is.

When he shrugs his shirt off, you feel like drooling. The black ink covering his body is truly mouthwatering, and his abs aren’t helping the situation. You bring a hand to trace the tattoo on his hip, but when your eyes trail down to his boxers again, your mind is back on track.

Your hands find his waistband, looking up at him with wide eyes. He nods encouragingly, mouth hung open slightly. As you peel his boxers off, you fight the urge to squeeze your thighs together. This is all so erotic.

Matty’s cock springs free from his underwear, and he is big. His cock is pretty, long and thick. The tip now a slight red from being pressed against his zipper. You run your hand along him, pumping him twice. The moans that come out of his mouth are throaty.

He’s heavy in your hand, and all you want is for him to be inside you. Matty notices your dazed expression and can’t help but smirk. “How do you want me to take you?” His hands rub circles on the exposed skin of your hips.

You think for a moment, before ultimately deciding. “Think if I bent over again, it’d be the most comfortable.” Matty audibly moans at that and throws his head back. You giggle, getting into position.

Matty brings himself behind you, letting his dick run through your wetness. “Got you nice and ready for me, I could slip right in you.” He taps the tip of his cock against your folds. You moan at the weight of it.

Matty’s hard cock prods at your hole, and he’s moving himself through your arousal. The noises coming out of your mouth never cease, and neither does Matty’s dirty mouth. “Don’t know if I’ll fit inside you, baby.” And you can hear the faux pout in his voice without having to turn.

“No, please! Please, Doctor. I can take it.” Your chest is heaving, and your throat feels scratchy from the constant noises falling from your lips. Matty just laughs, clearly enjoying the state you’re in.

Your head feels fuzzy, and you try to clench your jaw to bring you back. Matty sees this and soothes a hand down your back. “Know you can. Always an eager whore for me, baby.”

Matty slides his cock in you, putting only the tip inside and then pulling out. You whine out, please and more being the only coherent words. You feel delirious, and his teases don’t make it better. You’ve been aching for him. “Matty, please.”

“I’ll give you what you need, don’t worry that pretty little head.” He hums, rubbing your back again. You feel him rub himself through your folds again, the head of his cock bumping against your clit. It has you arching your back unintentionally.

Then, just when you think you can feel the yearning in your spine, Matty is thrusting into you. It’s half his cock, and you feel stuffed full. You scream out, hearing his reassuring shushes behind the blood that’s rushed to your head.

“Good girl for me, so fucking tight. Made you cum twice and your cunts still gripping me like this? Should keep you in bed all fuckin’ day and train you.” He grunts out, jaw clenching and head rolling back. He taps your ass twice lightly, and you know what’s coming.

Matty thrusts into you again, and your whole body jolts forward. He stays put, but you can feel the bruising grip he’s got on your hips. You’ve never felt so full, so whole, and it’s almost all too much.

Matty’s finally, fully, inside you, and you feel like you can’t breathe. “Made for me, princess. Weren’t you? To just be my little plaything.” He’s still, waiting for your instruction on when to move. He’s so big, it’s all too much.

“You- oh my god, Doctor.” It’s the only reply you can get out, and you unintentionally clench around him. You feel a quick but sharp slap to your backside, making you moan even louder.

“Be a good girl for me, c’mon.” He takes a fistful of your hair, bringing your head up so he can place a kiss on your cheek. He turns your head even more, wrapping his other hand around your throat and kissing your lips.

“P-please move. You’re so big.” You’re in an arousal induced daze, feeling yourself dripping down your thighs. You squirm, hoping that will get him to move out of you. You don’t get very far though, because Matty is bringing his hand back to your hip and holding you in place.

As your back is to his chest, you turn far enough to see the smirk on his lips. He pulls out of you, and you let a gasp fall from your own. “Yeah? Big enough for you, Princess? Know nobody’s taken you before, gotta make it good for you.” Matty punctuates his question by thrusting back into you, hard. He grabs a handful of your tits, pinching your nipple.

You know it’s a rhetorical question, but you’re too drunk off him. Nonsensically nodding your head and babbling. He’s set a rhythm with his hips now, and it’s nothing like you felt before.

The room is filled with sounds of skin slapping together, and you can hear just how wet you are. Matty’s pace is unrelenting, his groans never ceasing. You think you could break the examination table.

His cock is moving in and out of you, every thrust of his hips brining you closer to the edge. You’re overstimulated from coming twice earlier, and you feel your orgasm building.

Matty is two steps ahead of you. When he feels your pussy clenching around him, he knows he’s right. “Gonna cum for me again, baby? So I can fill this slutty fucking pussy? Not an innocent little virgin anymore.” He coos, and goes even faster, bringing a hand under you to your clit and rubbing tight circles.

The pleasure is too much, and you feel your legs about to give out. The prospect of Matty coming inside you excited you too much, and you can’t stop thinking about it. “Please, Doctor Healy. Can I? I need it so bad.” You don’t know why you’re begging for your release, but you want him to grant it to you.

His fingers speed up, still pounding you into the table. “Perfect fucking cunt, so tight and warm f’me. My little fucktoy, right? Cum, let go.” And if his words didn’t do you in, when he moves to pinch your clit certainly has you.

You come with a scream, vision going white and your body turning hot. Matty’s hips are still moving, and he’s fucking you through your orgasm. When you come down from your high, the moans are still spilling out of your mouth.

Matty is moaning, to the point of whimpers. You feel his dick twitching inside of you, and you know he’s about to cum. “Please, Doctor. Cum inside me, I need it.”

Matty’s eyes roll back in his head at your words, and his jaw is agape. He thrusts inside you twice more, until he finally falters. “Fuck me. I’m coming. Gonna fill this cunt up, stuff you full.”

Matty spills inside of you, and you feel the warmth immediately. He slumps over, now bent on top of you in your position. He’s kissing down your spine, and rubbing your shoulders all whilst inside of you.

After a minute, he alerts you. “Gonna pull out, now. This might hurt a little. I’m sorry, Princess.” And it does, but you only wince a little.

As you lay there, you notice Matty looks mesmerized. Then you see he’s staring at his cum that’s now dripping out of you, down your thighs. When you catch him, a light blush dusts his cheeks and he’s quick to defend himself.

“What? I’m a simple man, s’hot.” You just giggle and nod, brushing him off. You turn to lie on your back on the table, propping your legs up. You knew you’d be sore tomorrow.

“Thank you, Matty. Was so good. I’m so happy that you were my first.” You say airily, with not much thought. You were just saying what you felt. And Matty’s grin was worth it.

“Always. Let me get a towel. Gonna clean you up and drive you home.”

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[lovincherries]

this was just an idea but could u write something where the reader is working on elvis with austin like shes an actress maybe playing priscilla and shes watching a scene being filmed with austin and it makes her feel things and she goes to her trailer and touches herself and then austin catches her doing it and they confess their feelings for eachother and then rough smut or something not sure this was just a fucked idea i had and i LOVED just the tip so i think you could write this really well

Now or Never

a/n: oh my gosh yes, i left tumblr on accident and it completely deleted what I had written originally ugh. I changed the request around a little bit but not much. idk if i’ve just exhausted myself here recently or what, but im just not feeling this one as much as Just the Tip

warnings: backshots (my personal fav teehee) smut, just general nastiness. unprotected sex.

Playing in the new Elvis movie was intimidating enough. Playing Priscilla Presley? 10x more intimidating. Playing your celebrity crushes wife and having to lay in bed with him while the whole film crew watched? Well, that was just the cherry on top of the intimidatingly tall cake. You’ve had a crush on Austin Butler since 2013, you were just 13 then and you were convinced you were going to marry the man who was 8 years your senior. Well, you weren’t technically wrong.

You fell in love with acting as a teenager, working day in and day out to get roles. You had mainly worked in underground movies and small roles in big tv shows. Your manager had helped you land this absolutely massive role, a dream come true to play the iconic Priscilla Presley.

Today you were filming the scene where you were in a bedroom with Elvis, and he kissed you for the first time. Your nerves got in the way of your performance, forcing the entire film crew to shoot the scene multiple times. It frustrated you to no end that you couldn’t get the scene down, your voice was too shaky, you weren’t confident enough one take, you were too quiet the next. And then there was Austin, he was just perfect for role. Acting in each scene better than the last; however, he never once let out any sign of frustration. 

“C’mon, Y/N. You’ve got to get the scene down by the end of the day. Everyone take 5 and then we’ll come back,” your director directly stated. You could feel the embarrassment in the back of your throat, God this was so humiliating. You just nodded your head.

“Ugh, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s like there’s a mental block or something,” you mumbled as you and Austin walked away.

“I think you just need to let go of you, you’re holding too much onto yourself to become the character,” he stated calmly. That was easy for him to say, he transformed into Elvis for the role. You just shrugged your shoulders; you knew he was right. You knew he knew better than you about acting. You were both sitting in the dressing room, completely alone.

“Here, lets practice for a moment. Without the cameras, it could help with your nerves,” he suggested. He wanted to kiss you without being forced to? Of course, you were going to say yes, that would be a total no brainer.

“Yes!” You answered too quickly, “I mean yeah, yes,” you tried to smoothly recover.

He just smirked and you guys went over your lines, and it went amazing. The chemistry was perfect now, transcending into your lines and how Priscilla was. Then, you had to kiss. It was perfect, it felt like you two were actually kissing because you wanted to, not because you had to. His lips were soft, yet firm. The kiss was sweet and innocent.  He pulled away first with a smile on his face, his beautiful blue eyes staring into yours. It was intense, it held emotion, it was exactly what you needed.

“That was exactly what we needed,” he stated, reading your mind, hands cupping your face still. You were mesmerized by him, feeling like that 13-year-old girl again. He knew, he had to know that you totally had a thing for him. He wasn’t shy about it, flirting with you relentlessly, but you seemed to never pick up on it. You took it as him just being friendly.

“Everybody, back to shooting!” Your director yelled, pulling both of you from your trance.

************

The scene went spectacular, it was probably the best acting you had done in your entire life.

“Perfect Y/N, whatever you did keep doing it. That’s it for today,” the director smiled at you for the first time since you had started filming the movie. You tried to find Austin before you left for your trailer and thank him, but he was nowhere to be found. 

You shut your door and laid down for a moment, the scene from today had a heat pooling in your underwear. Being in such close proximity to Austin had that effect on you but this is the first time you ever wanted to do something about it. You were in the back bedroom of your trailer, most of the staff had gone home for the day so you had no worries of anyone walking in on you. And even if they did, you were sure you would hear them in time.

You pulled your panties to the side, your finger lightly trailing over your exposed folds. You grasped your boob with your other hand, your fingers playing with your nipples. Your fingers circled your clit, causing your hips to buck. You were extremely sensitive down there because you hadn’t gotten any in over a year.

Your other hand went down in between your folds, inserting one finger into your tight walls. You imagined it was Austin instead of you, wishing he was here to pleasure you like this. Your started to move into your own touch, moaning uncontrollably. You wished that it was Austin’s fingers doing this to you instead of your own.

“Austin,” you breathed out. Eyes tightly closed, hips still bucking in pleasure.

“Yes darling,” he said deeply, in that southern drawl. Your eyes shot open and you immediately stopped what you were doing.

He was standing in your doorway, leaning on it, arms crossed over his chest, that God Damn smirk on his face. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you quickly apologized, “I- I don’t know what I was doing, just please forget that ever even happened,” you rushed out. You could’ve died from embarrassment then and there.

“It’s okay,” he said as he sat on the edge of your bed, you let out a sigh of relief, “but I think you gotta give me something after that little show,” he said darkly, his pupils dilated. This was so completely different than you had ever seen him before. 

“I- I don’t understand,” your brain wouldn’t let you process it, you couldn’t process it. 

“What I’m saying is,” he leaned over to you, whispering in your ear, “I wanna fuck you.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you tried to reason, “I’m not really that type of girl.” And it was true, you weren’t that type of girl. You had real feelings for Austin, you couldn’t just let him fuck you and then pretend like nothing ever happened.

“I’m not that kind of guy,” he responded, and you knew what he meant. It went without saying that he felt the same way about you. “Now, are we gonna talk about it all day or are you gonna let me do something about your little situation?” He gestured to your private parts and a red blush heated up your entire face. You were embarrassed that he walked in on you like that, in such a vulnerable situation.

“Are you gonna talk about doing something all day or are you gonna fuck me?” You retorted, proud that you had a comeback for his snarky comment. He kissed you then, didn’t even bother responding to your comment. It was much more intense and less innocent than the one from today, evoking a brand new fire in your loins.

He guided your hand, in the midst of the kiss, to feel how hard he was and you gasped into his mouth, pulling away. He was massive. He pulled you back in, much harsher this time. His hand travelled down the nape of your neck, past your breasts, down to the skirt you were wearing from the scene today. He rubbed on your clit over your underwear, pulling away from the kiss.

“So wet for me already,” he stated, rubbing harder and harder on your clit. You were releasing moans uncontrollably. He just watched with a smug look on his face. “Can’t wait to fuck this pretty pussy, ruin you for any man that even tries to look as you.”

You pulled his hand away. It was too much, and you felt empty. “Are you gonna fuck me or just talk about it?” You asked, unbuttoning his shirt slowly.

“You’re gonna feel me for weeks once I’m down with you,” he whispered in your ear, lifting your shirt over your head. Unclasping your bra in mere seconds it seemed. You fumbled with his belt before he just tore it off himself, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. You were both in a hurry, he was just left in his boxers and you in your skirt and underwear.

As you attempted to take off your skirt, he stopped you. “Leave it, wanna fuck you with it on,” he stated as he pulled his boxers down. He was just as huge, if not more than you thought he was. His length was impeccable and his girth followed suite, you had no idea how it was gonna fit inside you. He flipped you over so you were on all fours, lifting you skirt to reveal your panty clad ass.

“Wait!” You stopped him as he was pulling your panties to the side. “What?” He panicked, he had no idea what could’ve possibly made you stop. Maybe you didn’t want to do this anymore?

“Condom?” You questioned, you knew you were clean and on the pill but you didn’t want him to do anything he regretted.

All he said was a firm, “no.” As he said this, his tip kissed your entrance, just barely in you. He stayed like this for entirely too lunch, “it’s now or never, Austin,” you said exasperated. You wanted him, needed him to be inside of you.

With that, he slammed inside of you, jolting you off your hands. Your face was now pressed into the mattress as he relentlessly pounded into you, “you get what you ask for darling.” And by God you did, it was the biggest stretch your poor hole had ever known. It drove you crazy.

“Look so pretty like this, me fucking into you,” he said slapping your ass, he reached his other hand below you and played with your clit. It was the most pleasurable feeling you had ever felt, never been fucked like this by anyone before. 

“G-god, Austin, can’t even breathe,” he was knocking the life out of you, his balls slapping your thighs. Your hips were bucking back into him, fucking him just as much as he was fucking you.

“Wanted to see you like this ever since you strolled onto set. You were wearing some shorts that left nothing to the imagination,” he grunted into your ear as he fucked into you. You were at a loss for words, a moan and breathy sighs were the only sounds you could make.

He pulled you by the hair, so your back was now pressed into his chest. His hands trailed to your front, grasping at your breasts to keep you up. His mouth leaving breathy kisses all the way up your neck. He was still pounding into you relentlessly, leaving you breathless.

Using one of his hands, he forced your head to the side so he could kiss you. It was a nasty kiss, the one where your teeth meet, messy, but hot.

You broke away from the kiss in order to get a breath, “A-Austin,” you moaned out his name. You could no longer keep yourself up at all, falling back down onto the bed, head in the sheets, and ass up in the air.

The pleasure in your stomach was building slowly, but surely. It was like pure heroin running through your veins. You could never, ever get enough of this no matter how hard you tried.

One of his hands went back to your clit, rubbing it harshly as he propelled into you. You were about to release, and he knew it, you couldn’t continue on much longer like this.

“ya’ like it sweetheart? Hmm, being fucked like a whore,” he grunted as his thrusts came at a faster and a harder pace, you knew he was getting close too.

“Mhmmm,” was all you could hum in response, sweat was dripping onto your back from his face. Your skirt now completely at your waist.

“Finish for me,” he said in that southern twang that he got from the movie and you came completely undone, not even able to keep your hips up any more.

It felt like pure ecstasy, an out of body experience truly. You felt him release in you, hips stuttering as he came. He stayed like that for a few minutes, almost as if he was stuck inside of you. 

“Good for me, darling, so good for me,” he breathed out, stroking your hair. He slowly pulled out, put your walls were clamped down on him. “Don’t wanna let me go, huh?” He joked. You were exhausted after that, not knowing what was going to happen next. Your body laid limp on the bed, him laying next to you now.

“So pretty, darling,” he brushed your hair out of your face. You swore you fell in love then and there in that moment.

“I like you a lot Butler, like more than I should,” you sighed, sleepily falling into his touch. Your eyes betrayed you, closing before you could hear his response.

“Well, I love you L/N, way more than I should,” he whispered into your ear, soon falling asleep to your light snores as well.

a/n: once again, not proofread. I’m trying to get them out fast and I get too excited to re-read them.

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[fagbearentertainment]

The William Afton rant is complete. It’s barely proof read bc I’ve been writing it on and off all day so if I contradict myself at some point woops :p

It’s also written exactly how I would be talking about it irl so it’s the authentic infodump experience

Just know that y’all asked for this

So through the first 3 games William is like the PERFECT villain for the series. Knowing next to nothing about him or his motives makes him TERRIFYING, to me at least, and how he’s portrayed in fnaf 1 and 2 sets him up PERFECTLY to be the big bad in 3.

Speaking of Springtrap i fucking love him. Such a cool concept, William being stuck suffering in that suit like his victims is *chefs kiss*, and imo he’s executed great in fnaf 3. I swear if the jumpscare wasn’t shit the fandom wouldn’t hate it like they do the game really isn’t that bad (comparing it to everything that came after at least)

Also Springtrap is actually the best animatronic design in the whole series so my guy wins /lighthearted

Anyway William, solid 8/10 antagonist, very interesting and I’d love to learn more about him

So all of that might have you thinking “jee after all that you must’ve LOVED Sister Location!” well…

It’s complicated. Like I don’t hate William in this game or even the books. A sci-fi villain obsessed with cheating death at all costs is really fucking cool I like that

the real problem I have with it is that. Given what we know about the other games, the world set up in them, and the fact that Sister Location probably happened before all the other games, it just seems really outta nowhere

Honestly I could rant all day about my other issues with Sister Location but this is about William not whatever all that was so we’ll move on

Anyway all that aside I can enjoy what Williams got going on here because I really enjoyed Pizzeria Simulators ending and hey at least William wasn’t something stupid like a computer virus who mind controls people to keep killing kids for some reason!

*stares at Help Wanted*

Anything I say here is something y’all have heard a million times by now so just know I do not like William being a computer virus, it’s stupid even for fnaf standards and makes Pizzeria Simulator basically pointless. Also Glitchtrap should’ve been called Malhare the pun was RIGHT THERE

Ok that’s enough of the games let’s talk about the movie! I’m so fucking excited to see William and Springtrap in the movie y’all don’t even know. Can’t say much about him yet because the movies not out yet but I’m very excited to see where they go with him, whether they expand on Remnant and the sci-fi approach or go back to just a regular serial killer it’ll end up 10x better than what’s currently happening *stares at Security Breach*

Anyway long story short I love William Afton, he’s a very interesting character and a great villain (for the most part) very excited for the movie and Matthew Lillard was a great casting choice

#not a poll #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #william afton

[twodancingzombies]

Hi I have a request, could you write how Otis Driftwood, Michael Myers, and Billy Loomis are when their s/o tries to take care of them when they're sick? I know you wrote how the guys would react to their s/o being sick, but this time it's the opposite way around! I just love fluff, it's so adorable! 💜

of course xx

Michael Myers

Have fun dealing with an even more miserable Michael, he's the type to completely ignore the illness, say he's fine and make it 10X worse then crash despite what you say and somehow he is strong enough to fight back and win any physical attempt of keeping him in bed

You'll have to do some serious begging for Michael to stay in the house, he's still incredibly miserable and refuses any help you give him but since he's weary and delusional with sickness you can sneak some painkillers into his food but there's still a 50/50 chance he'll notice

The only time you're able to treat him properly is when he's asleep, then if you're careful you can give him hot water bottles and check his temperature, you can try leaving water or orange juice on the side table but he may not drink it

Don't try to lock Michael in or tie him to the bed like he would to you if you were ill, he will escape and leave for days and make the whole thing worse, depending how mad he is, he might tie you down instead while he's gone

The only thing Michael will allow without much of a fight is you laying on his chest, he likes the weight of you on top of him and you keep him warm plus you can sneakily take his temperature so take advantage of it

Billy Loomis

Despite what anyone says, this man turns into a child when he's accepted that he's ill and he can get incredibly clingy and whiney on top of it all, you might as well take the week off school because no matter if you do or don't Billy wont let you leave him

Billy is a menace when it comes to taking medicine, he can't stand it and will make a huge fuss about taking it, beg and negotiate all you want, the only thing that will make him take it is if you manage to straddle his waist and force him to take it, cue the bad mood

Billy hates not getting kisses when he's sick and thus demands he have your attention, if you put on a horror movie marathon, he'll grab you to him to watch them together, play with his hair during this and he will fall asleep

You'll have to ban all ghostface activities until Billy is better and surprisingly you'll get more whining from Stu about this, Billy is actually pretty content to lay in bed with you all day having horror movie marathons and ordering junk food and takeout

Despite how Billy acts, he is genuinely grateful that you take care of him and he loves you so much for it being ill is just the main time Billy shows just how much he appreciates you, his 'bad boy' persona will come back a few days later

Otis Driftwood

Another one who argues over and over that he’s ‘not fucking sick’ and he doesn’t need your help until he’s collapsing and Mama is yelling for you to deal with her stubborn son

Otis doesn’t take medicine out of spite, he’ll go on long rants about how his mind is killing him only they’re a lot more delusion while tugging you around to look at him

Otis is ‘not clingy’ but when you leave the room he either demands he’s coming with you and puts up a fight if you try putting him back to bed or he yells ‘are ya gonna leave me alone in here to rot or what’ so much for ‘not clingy’

He gets a lot more compliant with you when he is sick though, it’s one of the only times you can haul him off to the shower without bribing him with sex and he doesn’t hide the fact he likes having his hair washed by you very much either

However Otis is very grouchy and snappy with everyone but he finds it funny how much you’re caring for him despite being least to deserve it, he appreciates it though you can tell

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[freefree-palestine]

*me yelling into the void*

The Star Wars sequel trilogy had so much potential to be something good but was ruined in the end because of the writers choice to focus more on their straight white male antagonist rather than their diverse trio of heroes (who were all queer, come on now).

If Rey and Finn (the CO-PROTAGONISTS) were treated with the same respect as Kilo Kardashian, the movies would have been 10x better.

Everyone likes to say that if George Lucas had made the sequels they would have been so much better. Maybe that’s true but we would have had another group of 3 white heroes again with POCs as supporting characters.

Finn had some of the best character potential and in the entire saga and in the end, he (A PROTAGONIST) was side-lined in favor of his white male costar. He made people think about how stormtroopers aren’t there by choice, but by force. We could have gotten the stormtroopers escape scene but nooooo, we had to damage Luke Skywalker’s arc completely and watch writers frantically try to avoid the gay relationship that was built in the first movie.

I have no problem with Rey trying to help the hot topic employee be free of the dark side. I mean, Luke Skywalker also suffers from “I can fix him” syndrome with Darth Vader. It shows how much of a good person she is, but it does not mean they needed a romantic relationship.

Speaking of Rey, the way she is treated by people in the Star Wars fandom is absolutely disgusting (and we all know why). Yes, she got horrible writing and deserved so much better, but she is shown to be incredibly strong and resilient and loyal. She deserves to be a Jedi and not be ridiculed. Also I truly believe she is a Kenobi (not a Palpatine). That girl did not complain, unlike OTHERS.

Let’s talk more about the main character, Rey Skywalker. Most people throw the biggest hissy fit when they hear this but I actually am ok with it personally. If I’m correct (and I could be completely wrong) Shmi Skywalker gave herself the last name to show her freedom? If I’m right, Rey giving herself this last name shows her distancing herself from her grandfather (Palpatine 😑) and turning over a new leaf.

Final note, the sequel trilogy did a great job on choosing a diverse cast, but then choose to screw them over so no, they don’t get diversity points.

Will I make a part 2 to this? Maybe or maybe not. If you want to argue about a fictional series, go right ahead, defend your beliefs, but don’t be fucking rude about it.

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[weapon13whitefang]

What are some things about the remake that you don like? i love the remake but I don't like some things about it…

Oh my goddd! Okay so I normally don’t talk about the parts I don’t like because people razz on the movie too much and I enjoy it (even knowing that it could’ve been 10x better I still like this movie). That said, there are some things that drive me nuts

How did Freddy get his glove and hat? Like did he just magically dream them up? Original RE!Freddy died with the sweater on and the hat we see in the boiler room in the factory. We see it with him in “Freddy’s Dead: The Final Nightmare”. The glove we see him messing with and has on in the boiler room with him in “Freddy VS. Jason” and he even uses it on the girl at the beginning... All JEH!Freddy had was the sweater on (which is Freddy telling the story to Quinton so he would have emitted the glove for play on “he was innocent” but why not have the hat? We only see it once when he’s gardening but he wasn’t being burned alive at that time). Something about that just bugs me. The glove and hat are literally staples to Freddy’s image along with the damn sweater. How could the continuity people for the film and the director not realize that those are important to add to his death scene? Again it bugs me. What did he just dream up the hat for s&gs? The glove I can understand him dreaming up but he doesn’t strike me as the fashion type to want a hat… Maybe he just wanted to cover his now burnt bald head lol. Idk. It bugs me!

In “Freddy’s Dead: The Final Nightmare” (I will be quoting this movie and “Dream Warriors” and the other movies a lot, just fyi) we know the dream demons brought him to power. We learn that The Dream Demons' primary goal was to break down the barriers between the Dream World and the physical world. The Dream Demons sought out depraved and evil humans to act as their agents in spreading chaos. As RE!Freddy is being burned alive, the dream demons decide to use him. They granted him the ability to enter and kill in dreams, provided that he had ample fear to use as a power source. And whenever a almost victim defeated RE!Freddy, the Dream Demons would resurrect him so he could once again invoke fear. We also learn in “Freddy VS. Jason” from Freddy that it’s the fear from the kids that gave him power. He says “My children. From the very beginning it was the children that gave me my power.” Now we never learn exactly how Freddy came to be in the original movie. AKA we don’t learn how he’s able to get to the Elm Street kids because they never knew about him. Marge has to tell Nancy T. about him. The parents are the only ones who knew about him. And that continues in the remake. But it’s a little different. How did JEH!Freddy take so long to get to the kids? If we use the alternate opening of JEH!Freddy in a hospital under the name “John Doe” who’s drip bag says 5/12/10 (so I’m taking it as the day he died in the hospital since the drip looked fairly and newly added) and we see him die… Well then what? Did he just sleep that whole time and suddenly grow powers? The date basically says he was held in the hospital, left unknown, for like 12 years… How did he suddenly have the ability to stalk the Badham kids? (Also random note here, but that opening wouldn’t have worked because how the fuck did he end up as a John Doe at the hospital?? Did the adults just leave him there and some strange found him?? That honestly leaves so many questions… moving on). Also did one of the kids just suddenly remember him enough to give him powers/bring him back? Now I know we don’t learn about how RE!Freddy got his powers until ANOES 6. But we got the impression that he existed as a person that was pure evil. That he was so evil he couldn’t be killed and his revenge of taking the kids from the Elm Street parents was his final evil deed. Wes Craven never originally intended for ANOES to become a series. So if we just play off of that, then we see it again at the end that “evil never dies” because even after all Nancy T. did to stop Freddy… He’s still around at the end and still coming for you, just as his boogeyman song states. But with JEH!Freddy… Are we supposed to take on and feel the same thing? Molesting kids is a very evil thing to do. Hurting kids is an evil thing to do. But RE!Freddy stalked, snatched, did stuff to the kids, and then killed them and left the bodies to rot. He was a serial killer. JEH!Freddy… He wasn’t a serial killer. As far as we know he wasn’t... So how did he come back? He’s evil… But is he evil enough? Make it make sense please!

Why did JEH!Freddy run to the factory? It doesn’t look like a power plant. Just some factory that’s abandoned… In the original ANOES series we learn that the boiler room is part of a power plant that RE!Freddy worked at. Before the parents burned him alive, the power plant had long ago not been in use and RE!Freddy made it his home (we see a bed and curtains in Freddy VS. Jason). The factory in the remake makes no sense at all. It’s just a place that was easy to burn down… (I personally head cannon that he worked at that factory before it was abandoned but that’s just me trying to make sense of things).

In the remake Freddy says “your memories are what fuels me”. So it made it seem like the memories from the Badham kids is what was keeping him “alive” (that’s why I wonder if one of the kids started remembering him and why I think that kid was Lisa Harper. She is the first person that Nancy H. looks up and who I think - this part is head-cannon time because there’s no proof of this - is the one who might have remembered him first. Because she’s the first person Nancy looks up… (Coming out of HC now) Going back to what we do learn / see in the film... According to the article Nancy H. pulls up for Lisa - which I paused the movie and read as much of it as I could - Lisa was under a lot of stress and was cramming for finals. The human brain can activate a system / the brain has a way to suppress traumatic events a person faces. As a child it’s easier for the brain to activate this system because of age and the still early development of said brain. A person could’ve been hurt traumatically at a young age and completely “forget it happened” because it’s been suppressed. However, anxiety and stress have been know to trigger/unlock suppressed memories because stress and trauma are what caused memories to become suppressed and kids forget stuff just as quickly as they can pick up on stuff… So Iif Lisa was under extreme duress for her finals, it’s possible that this triggered old memories from her childhood… This is again just speculation and some head-cannoning on my part at this point) but we don’t get any clue of that in the remake. It’s just left blank… But also if the memories are fueling him, then why was he trying to kill Quentin and Nancy H. at the end? If he’d killed her and Quentin, then doesn’t that mean that there wouldn’t be any of the Badham kids to remember him and “fuel” him...? And like Alan Smith says to Nancy “as far as everyone around here is concerned, Fred Krueger never existed”. Which makes it seem like the parents went a long way to make sure JEH!Freddy wasn’t ever there… But it takes a lot to be able to erase a person. Erasing them from a kids memory isn’t even 100% possible. People forget stuff all the time, sure. But to completely erase a person from everyone’s memories/existence…? I mean I don’t think Fred stayed at the preschool all the time. He had to go into town to get food? Clothes? Essentials? He was still a person after all… Makes no sense why he would kill off the last two kids that would remember him if they were his fuel… Unless he was gonna go after the parents next? They’d remember him the most…. And it’s always said/joked that Freddy should’ve gone after the parents anyway because they’re the ones that killed him… Idk. I don’t understand! Help, please? I need detaiiilllss.

EDIT: They fucked up the dates in the movie and it irks me! In the movie you can see on the picture that it says that Nancy H.’s class was from 1994 to 1995... Well it’s been stated and I’ve read that the movie takes place in modern time (although from Nancy and Quentin’s awful flip phones and music devices I keep thinking it’s earlier lol) so it takes place in 2010. In Dean’s obituary it says he was 17. It seems most of the Badham kids are 17... If that’s the case then the time/dates are wrong. Because if they’re 17 in 2010 then they should’ve been born in 1993. A child in America attends preschool from age 3 to age 5... If they were 5 by 1994 (I say 5 because in the script the kids in the boiler room are said to be five years old and Kris even says she looked 5 in the picture she saw at Dean’s funeral) then they would’ve been born in 1989 or 1990... Which means they’d be seventeen in 2006/2007. By 2010 they’d be 20/21. So the appropriate year for the Badham incident would have to be 1998-1999... So they flubbed that up. Unless they were using math for 2008, when the film could have been written. But that’s still not right... Idk but it bugs me when directors/shows fuck this stuff up. It takes a person like five minutes to do the math for this stuff!

So yes I do have problems with the remake (but you can see I have them with the original as well) and it just sticks with me heavily these problems and that’s why I have head-cannons for some of these issues to fix them up for my own sanity / for my writing lol. You can like something and still see its flaws. Plus I feel like there’s no such thing as a perfect film. And there shouldn’t be because the world isn’t perfect and expecting humans to make something perfect is silly XD

#a nightmare on elm street #ask #anon #a nightmare on elm street 2010 #anoes 2010 #freddy krueger

[half-blood-goods]

Encanto Live Reactions

Okay so I only know a few songs and characters' names from this movie (I've been on TikTok, I couldn't avoid 7 FOOT FRAME, RATSSS ALONG HIS BACK or GIVE IT TO YOUR SISTER, YOUR SISTER'S STRONGER)

I want that candle

Oh cool, wouldn't be a fucking Disney movie without a dead someone in the first half an hour

Aw, little Mirabel is so cute

I love the house already

Little kid with the mug looks mildly on crack

I love all the character designs

Aw, she waved bye to the house

That's one big family

Jesus he just YEETED that accordion at her

Cudos to the VA of Mirabel, she took like 7 breaths this entire song

Yikes, imagine not having powers when literally almost all of your family members have one

At least Mr. Firework man tried, I guess?

Oh, Isabella is that bitch, got it

I love the parents already

Poor girl, she's trying so hard

What a polite way to say "Stay out of the way". I don't vibe with the grandma honestly

I would literally die for Antonio

She got him a plushie asdfghj

I'm just straight up vibing to this song

Y'all not even 20 minutes in and already tears

Wait she straight up doesn't have a room? Like, not even a doorframe?

I would've been literally crushed emotionally if that happened to me

He can speak to animals

YOOOOO LOOK AT THAT ROOM

LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS

They don't even ask for Mirabel for the photo...

Sing your heart out girl, go for it 😔👊

This is like, the one "I want" song in years that I absolutely loved

Oh shit, house is cracking

Ooooohhhhh shit

Damn, Antonio got some moves

Wait what

Holy shit they straight up think Mirabel would fake something so serious for attention. That's fucked up.

I like the mom, she's so sweet

Oh.... that's... a depressive thought

The house is slowly becoming my favorite characters

Oh Camilo is a little shit kid, I love him

Antonio is so sweet

Oh, Luisa is not okay

She seems a bit too young for marriage. But this is Disney, so I don't know what I'm thinking

5 kids??!!

Girl, you're not okay

YEAH, THIS SONG'S A BOP

I would've loved if they used the Disney design for this Hercules and Cerberus. Wasted opportunity

Really? A Titanic reference?

The donkeys are so distracting

Sibling hug 💙

How strong is Mirabel's spine?

Oh the house doesn't have powers in Bruno's room

✨sand magic✨

Toucan was like "Aight, peace"

Dang girl, with your luck you don't need that miracle

JESUS CHRIST

Nope nope nope, I don't like doors locking behind people, it's never s good sign

Oh good, it's a puzzle

Oh no, the cracks are back

Don't tell me she's going to miss a piece

I feel really conflicted about the grandma

I love the aunt

And the uncle too

OOOOHHH YEEEAAAHHH

I FUCKING LOVE THIS SONG

7 FOOT FRAAAMMMEEE, RATSSS ALONG HIS BAAACK

*gasp* IT'S FISH LADY

I know everybody hates her

WHAT IS SHE DOING IN THE HOUSE

Y I K E S, that's not a good sign

Whoopsie

This dinner is going to end catastrophically, I can feel it so hard

PROLONGED EYE CONTACT

This is going well

I hate second-hand embarrassment so much

THIS IS GOING WELL

*gasp* IT'S HIM

TINY RAT MAN

Camilo comforting his mom 💙

He's not entirely sane, is he

He's so awkward I love him

The rats are so cute

Not the telenovelas 😂

Oh...he drew a plate.... 😭

He's so sweet

Oh, he just wanted to protect her

ANTONIO IS BACK

Oh that ain't good

YEAH, STAND UP FOR YOUR DAUGHTER!

Protect Antonio at all cost

That tapir is high AF

I wish I could be half as unbothered as that capybara

I love how this movie looks, man. Straight up breathtaking.

Oh, of course it's Isabela

NOT THE BABY HEAD 🤣

I mean, I'd be scared of Abuela too

Oh, how much I love sibling dynamics

The line deliveries are killing me "I feeeeel like you're upset"

"Apologiiissseee"

I love when a main character has flaws honestly. Makes it more realistic.

Oh... she was doing it for the family

This is like Let it Go, but I'm actually invested in the character and the song is like, 10x better

LOOK AT HOW GOOD THIS MOVIE LOOKS. THIS IS STRAIGHT EYE CANDY

Oh no, Grandma won't be happy

Awkward sibling hug? No, this was actually really nice

How the fuck did she get here so quick

WHAT DO YOU MEAN BRUNO LEFT BECAUSE OF HER? SHE WAS A FUCKING KID

I'M ABOUT TO THROW HANDS WITH AN OLD LADY

LET ME AT HER, LET ME AT HER

GO AND TELL HER GIRL

EVACUATE EVACUATE

HE'S SAVING THE RATS 😭

CASITA 😭

Y O U 😡

Oh you sweet girl, you deserve the world

NOT THE SLIGHTLY FADED BACKSTORY SCENE

BRO IT'S 10PM YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME

I can make out like a few words from the song, but I'm gonna need the English version

I'm still conflicted about the grandma. Like, I'm like 20% still kinda pissed. But man did I cry and absolutely get why she did it

Mirabel, you deserve the world

DUDE, I'M RUNNING OUT OF TISSUES HERE

BRUNO MY MAN

Yeah, I also feel like we missed a couple of steps

This poor man is lucky he isn't allregic

Siblings 💙 They quickly forgave him tho

Dude, dude, I can't take this anymore

More sibling hugs 💙

Dolores saw her chance and grabbed it like a hawk. Good for her! 👍

"We need a doorknob" might be my nem favorite lyrics

THEY PUT AN M ON THE DOORKNOB

CASITA IS BACK

Please tell me she got a room for herself

THE HOUSE GAVE THEM A HUG 😭

Oh Lin, you never disappoint

I love these credits

NOT THE SAD SONG ARE YOU KIDDING ME

I am literally drenched in tears. I need a break after this.

I only wish every family member was explored a little more. Disney, if you see this, make a series please

10/10 movie, I absolutely loved it, my favorite Disney movie in years. Not even kidding.

#encanto #Disney's encanto #disney #reaction #movie #movie reaction #mirabel #bruno #mirabel encanto #bruno encanto #abuela encanto #luisa encanto #isabela encanto #pepa encanto #felix encanto #dolores encanto #camilo encanto #antonio encanto #julieta encanto #agustin encanto

[serowotonin]

falling ; bakugou k.

pairing ( bakugou katsuki x fem!reader ) wordcount ( 2.4k ) genre ( fluff & basically pining )

↷ a hc-styled narrative describing the four stages bakugou katsuki goes through as he finds himself falling for you . . .

STAGE I ( impression ) ;

the first time bakugou laid eyes on you was during the entrance exam at UA. 

back then, you were just another face in the crowd of faces he was going to have to beat to earn his spot in UA

the first time bakugou spoke to you wasn’t memorable to him either

like with everyone else, he was loud and rude and made it very clear he wasn’t interested in playing friends

after that you became a part of the class, just another extra, someone who’d just get in the way

that was all he thought you were… 

until you kicked todoroki’s ass one day during training

the teachers had paired everyone in the class and told you to practice your 1-on-1 combat skills using your quirk 

bakugou, who was paired with kirishima went first

you and todoroki were to be the last pair

despite a good effort put up by kirishima, bakugou still ended up winning that round

when it was finally yours and todoroki’s turn, bakugou paid extra attention

in his mind, he knew todoroki was powerful and someone to watch out for

but what happened was quite unexpected

you maneuvered easily through todoroki’s attacks with a combination of physical prowess and creative usage of your quirk

let’s just say his ice didn’t work on you and he was caught off guard, allowing you to snatch a win 

needless to say, most of your classmates were a bit surprised at first

bakugou included

they knew you were strong but they didn’t know you were that skilled

whatever the rest of the class thought didn’t matter to bakugou though

all he knew was that now he had to keep an eye on you

STAGE II ( perspective ) ;

after that event, bakugou did indeed keep his eye on you

it started off with him observing your moves whenever the class had to do any training exercises 

he saw you fight with todoroki a couple more times after that

those didn’t end in easy victory for you as it did before because todoroki was now more wary of you

however, the way you evaded and countered his attacks was something to be praised

in bakugou’s subconscious opinion at least

your moves were carefully thought out and bakugou could see that

he could see the effort and practice you had put into perfecting them

not only that, he could also see the natural talent that you had to be able to become this strong

and it wasn’t only your fighting capabilities

you were also smart

maybe he hadn’t noticed it before but he did now

you seemed to always know the answer when a teacher called on you and your grades were great

slowly, but surely, you gained respect in his eyes 

if he knew one thing about you, it was that you were maybe the tiniest bit better than the other extras 

for a while it stayed like this, him acknowledging you but never making it obvious and you just doing your thing

that was of course until one day in the morning before class started

mina, kirishima, and sero were talking about things as they usually were and somehow the conversation led to you

they were talking about how strong and smart you were and going on about stuff

bakugou must’ve turned his head in their direction or something but mina noticed him listening so asked him cheekily what he thought of you

“y/n? of course they’re strong. anyone could see that.”

he said that pretty loudly and didn’t seem to notice you walking into the classroom

and of course you heard

“did my ears deceive or did the bakugou katsuki just praise me?” you teased

he was pretty embarrassed, blushing and sweating a bit but trying to hide it

soon after though, class started and the ordeal was forgotten

but something about that interaction led to you and bakugou becoming closer

closer in that instead of passing the other off as another strong classmate as you usually would, you’d actually greet each other and talk 

you’d say hello to him in the mornings and goodbye after school and he’d just grunt or nod your way

but this was what it meant to be close to bakugou anyway

during the weeks that passed, bakugou found himself noticing you even more

before he only paid attention to your skills and thought about you as an enemy or rival of sorts

now it seems as if he’s just noticing the little things about you and your personality that make you who you were

he wasn’t doing it on purpose god forbid

no no it was just him being unknowingly observant

weeks turned into months and months turned into years

in a blink of an eye, you were all well in your second year

with everything that happened, you and bakugou became close

close enough for you to tease him at random times and close enough for him to ask you to fight him as training

by then it was safe to say bakugou knew you

he knew the little quirks you had 

he knew your different smiles, your different laughs

he knew your favorite foods and your not so favorite ones

he knew the many different little things that made you you

STAGE III ( contradiction ) ;

before the start of the third year, the class decided to have a little get-together party of sorts

to celebrate the start of their last year in high school and to catch up as everyone’s been busy with internships and whatnot

you spent the break away from tokyo so it’s been a while since you saw the rest of the class

naturally you were excited to be able to meet them all casually again before the intense studying and training that awaited you all 

bakugou, on the other hand, wasn’t too excited

frankly, he could do without seeing the class before school

but when he heard you were going to be there, he also agreed to go

so there you two were with the rest of the class at a cinema buying drinks and popcorn before your movie started

the neon lights and the prospect of popcorn lit up your face and bakugou couldn’t help but stare

there was just something, something he couldn’t quite figure out

it’s not that you were beautiful, it’s not that you looked cute in that outfit, it’s not that your smile was making his heart flutter

no it wasnt any of that true though they may be

you just.. you looked nice

thats why he was staring

yeah he hasn’t seen you in a while and you come back looking *nice* 

of course he would stare

anyone would

apparently you had noticed him staring though, so you sent a wink and a grin his way before turning back to the popcorn and drinks

in other words, you killed him

with ridiculously high levels of cute and nice

kirishima and sero were just watching the whole thing happen and hell was it obvious to them

their boi was falling hard

now they knew he’d never admit it and they knew you weren’t likely to do anything about his “crush” even if it was obvious to you too

so…

while bakugou was busy helping you carry your popcorn, they devised a rather devious plan

operation: jelly burst

objective? none other than to make explody boiy jealous

for what reason? no reason really it’s just fun to mess with him and this is probably the first time he’s had this big a crush

once everyone finished buying popcorn and was walking into the cinema, operation: jelly burst was put into action

“hey y/n ! come sit next to me” — sero

so you did, nothing strange bout that, sero was a good of yours anyway, nothing strange at all

bakugou moved to come sit next to you too but kiri hurried past him and sat down on your other side before he could

“oh hey bakubro didn’t see ya there sorry”

the seat kirishima stole was the last seat on the aisle

and bakugou was forced to go sit somewhere else

alone

poor guy</3

the seat he found was a few rows above yours though and all went according to the jelly burst plan

by the end of the movie, bakugou was in the foulest mood and no one, except for the 2 lads sitting on either side of y/n, knew why

operation: jelly burst didnt end there though

see they got him jelly but they haven’t gotten him to burst

the next week at school, kirishima and sero both acted really nice to you

it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary but they did talk to you just a tad bit more than usual

either way bakugou noticed big time and he did not like it

he did not like it one bit

the jelly was there alright

it was just boiling to unprecedented levels

pretty soon, the boys dumped the idea of operation: jelly burst 

mainly cos it was taking too long 

but also because bakugou had become at least 10x more hostile

except to you of course

for some reason, a reason absolutely no one could figure out(sarcasm intended), he was just

quiet around you

didnt yell but didnt really talk to you either

whenever anyone else, kiri and sero especially, tried to talk to him though, he’d shout louder and be a lot ruder to them 

he’s just agitated

and he knew why he was that way

he’s just in denial about it

he’s also in denial about the reason why

why couldn’t he just accept his feelings and act on it already?

kirishima asked him that one day in the dorms

he saw bakugou staring very intensely straight at you without blinking for a full minute

“look man, don’t even try to tell me you don’t like y/n. it’s obvious and i’m not an idiot. you aren’t either.”

“i know shitty hair. it’s just… i’m me. and she’s y/n. nothing’s ever gonna happen.”

“you don’t know that”

“but i do. cmon, she’s just so fucking perfect even with all her flaws. and i’m just the loud guy with exploding hands and no emotions.”

kiri was surprised honestly

this wouldn’t be the first time bakugou was insecure around him but the way bakugou talked about you and how he implied he wasn’t worthy

damn that hit kirishima 

“bakubro, i’m gonna help you”

STAGE IV ( intimacy ) ;

ever since he told kirishima abt what’s been bothering him about you and ever since kirishima declared he’d help, bakugou became more…

quiet

he was still loud, but he just became a soft kind of loud now(?)

it was like he got calmer and he was assured that things would be okay

of course things were not okay

why? because ever since bakugou fully accepted his feelings for you, he doesnt know how to act around you

the other day you asked him what he wanted to eat for dinner cause you were cooking tonight

his answer:

“you”

“umm..”

“-you can make anything you want. i’ll eat whatever.”

that and a lot of other little awkward incidents started occurring

also maybe it was just the weather but he always seemed red whenever you saw him

it wasn’t the weather though

it was him being shy and nervous and flustered

which made bakusquad extremely weirded out cause seeing him like that is like seeing aizawa cheerfully smiling and wearing bright color clothes

it was weird af and was just not right

anyway, mina’s advice to him was to try to get closer to you

“but we’re already close”

“no i mean closer on a personal level. ask her how her day was or ask her random stuff about her likes and dislikes or her hobbies or literally anything”

“oh… ok then”

and so he tried that

he tried getting closer to you by greeting you every morning and sometimes asking you if you slept well

you found it odd

it certainly was odd, but you didn’t mind

if you ask him why he asks about your sleep he just goes red and says he needs to make sure his opponent for his afternoon sparring session is well-rested and healthy

speaking of the sparring sessions…

he asks you to spar more often than usual and actually makes small talk during your breaks

he was also a lot nicer to you, offering to help carry stuff for you and assisting you in the little things

like getting a mug from the kitchen’s high shelves or picking up the pencil you accidentally dropped

what he did worked though and within a few weeks, the two of you got a lot closer

the next step, as mina put it, was “making sure she knew you weren’t interested in her as a friend”

now that was hard for bakugou to do

“it’s not that hard. you could just tell her.”

bakugou: ..??

“basically confess”

bakugou: wha- *shortcircuits*

CONFESSING

he never thought about that

he actually has

he knew in his mind he’d have to do it eventually if he wanted to have you

but he didn’t think it would be *this soon*

“dont think that much and just tell her you like her”

“you’re making it sound easy”

“because it is!”

he groaned internally

he’s faced tons of villains and been in quite the number of fearful situations but the fear he felt now was completely different 

“look if you’re afraid of rejection just confess like this”

*sero clears throat*

“*y/n i like you and i would like to be something more than friends. i’m not going to pressure you into anything so if yoh don’t want to we can just pretend this never happened>:)”

“...”

bakugou ended up confessing the next day though

just not like that

it was a spur of a moment thing and he wasn’t really aware he said it until you responded

the two of you were sparring as usual and you had just gotten close enough to knock him down and pin him to the ground

in that moment you were just so beautiful and amazing and everything and he just couldn’t keep it in apparently 

“i like you”

“w-what?”

“what?”

“did you just say you liked me?”

“like not liked dumbass”

“:o present tense o:”

well long story short, you like him too and you tell him that and you two just sit there grinning like idiots 

from then on things didn’t change much

you and bakugou still talked, although maybe more than usual

and still sparred with each other, although maybe less seriously and more playfully

some were surprised when it became known you were together

some weren’t 

whatever other people thought though, they couldn’t deny one thing:

bakugou looked at you as if you were the world

STAGE ∞︎ ( fallen ) .

note ; i started writing this soo long ago but then abandoned it cuz thats just me:”] bUT i decided that since its his birthday i might as well finish it up and finally post it u.u,,, also TYSM @animebsposts for helping me with this ily and ur amazing<3

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#happy birthday ya big cute bomb boy<3 #bakugou x reader #bnha #www.pink-ink.com/writing #/hcs

[alreadyblondenow]

What happened on Valentines day?

▸ Mark x female!reader ▸ 1,685k words ▸ Smut, Fluff ▸ Met on a dating app, one night stand, unprotected sex, mentions of rough sex, mentions of bruises, biting, Mark bites you ▸ Requested. I’m not taking requests but here it is. Also uploaded this using my phone so theres no read more for now and next button hehe

For Valentine's day, you scored a hookup on this dating app that you used for the first time. To earn your trust, he invited you to his apartment instead of going to cheap hotels and to save yourselves from the hassle. 


Good boy, innocent, and shy. These are your impressions to Mark that changed immediately the moment after he openned your legs. 


The innocent-looking guy turned out to be incredibly good in bed and he definitely knew how to fuck. He was rough, gentle, fun, and sweet all in one night, asking you if you want another round whenever you’re calm and ready to go again. 


In other words, your Valentine’s day turned out fine because of Mark.


Days after Valentine’s day, he texted you for the first time again and asked if you’re free to come over. Of course, you said yes. Why would you turn down a good fuck right? 


And that's how you and Mark turned out to be loyal fuck buddies. The sex was so good that you remained fuck buddies for almost a year now. It wasn’t decided or anything, no negotiations, no requests. It just simply happened. 


Mark is a decent person even though it’s all about sex between you two. You’re not friends, not even close to being friends because friends know important things about each other while Mark only knows your name, cellphone number, and your good spot whenever you have sex or he eats you out. 


You on the other hand only knew him through the things that he shows to you. What you see is what you get. 


He doesn’t like kissing on the lips but he sure does know how to kiss your body. And with that, you think that Mark is scared to love or he’s easy to fall for someone and he’s just protecting himself. 


“Sorry if I bit your shoulders. I was trying so hard not to kiss you-“ he says with ragged breaths after a good round. 


He may be rough on you in bed sometimes that you go home with a lot of red marks, or your body became very sore for days and you couldn’t walk properly, but he’s nice enough to take care of you, ask if something is hurting, then get you a glass of water afterward. There’s no doubt that Mark is a gentleman. 


He is low maintenance and doesn’t have any funny business up in his sleeve. He’s not clingy and not into cuddling, he doesn’t invite you to go out with him and watch movies or have coffee. Again, it’s all about sex and sex only. 


Mark may be cold and boring like that, but sometimes he can be sweet without even trying. Like that one time when he bit you too much during sex, and he was fucking you so hard that you thought you were going to break, he asked you to stay over so he could take care of you. 


“Everything okay? Was the water warm or too cold? Are you all covered now? I’ll come in with your clothes” He was talking about the bath that he prepared for you, and for someone who has seen you naked a hundred times already he still cares if you’re now covered or not. 


“Y-yeah come in” 


“Here, these should fit you perfectly” he placed the clothes near the sink and went behind you. “Let me see?” He said, asking to take a look at the bruises he caused, whispering sweet and soft apologies that felt like kisses on your skin but they were words. 


On the next day, you caught yourself using Mark’s arm as your pillow and caught his hands around your waist, keeping your back close against his chest. Cuddling while sleeping, that’s the perfect term. 


And when you feel him wake up against you, you pretend to be asleep and feel him remove his arms and replace them with a pillow. And before he gets up from bed, he put a blanket on you just to be sure you’re not cold. 


The very reason why you continue to fuck Mark and not look for a boyfriend instead is maybe everything he does for you is exactly what you want and need from a guy. And that maybe you’ll stop seeing him if you develop feelings for him already. 


Now your problem is... you don’t know if you already have feelings for him or you’re denying it. 


On your second Valentine’s together, he texted you an address of a fancy hotel together with a room number. 


“What’s this all about? Mark Lee, making me feel special on Valentine’s hmm?” You teased him and gave him your stuff. 


“I won it from our office raffle, thought we should use it today” he explains and gave you the tour before you eat dinner together. 


After having a hot shower and drying your hair before you join Mark to bed, you caught him doing some work-related stuff without a shirt and just wearing his pajama. You always see him naked but this is the first time that you actually admired his body. 


When he saw you standing beside the bed, he put away his laptop and invited you to sit on his lap. 


He was quiet for a moment, just staring blankly in front of you while caressing your legs slowly. You wanted to ask what’s wrong, but your relationship with him is not exactly the caring type so you waited for him instead. 


“How’s your day?” He asked. That’s new you thought. 


“Fine” you answered shortly and started to undo your robe and get naked, “What time do we finish tonight?” you added and started kissing his chest. 


“Stay for the night, I don’t want to stay in this place alone,” he says and started kissing your boobs. Emphasis on the kissing because normally he sucks your nipples until it's swollen and hard. 


He came closer to you, kissing the valley between your boobs and pushing you more towards him, then you noticed his kisses were slowly going up and you thought he will stop on your neck but he didn’t. He went for your lips and kiss you softly. 


Finally admitting his feelings for you. 


“Tell me what’s wrong? I feel like I’m with a totally different Mark tonight, why?” you asked, not hiding your frustrations. He’s still not answering your question. “It’s like we’re breaking all our rules tonight and you’re not telling me why. I’m not mad, please just tell me what’s on your mind, or I will go home”


“N-no” he suddenly grips your waist but not too tight, just enough to tell you he doesn’t want you to go. “We never had rules, just the kissing. I just didn’t want to hurt you tonight and...” he clears his throat before continuing, “I’m starting to have feelings for you. I was planning to confess after we have sex to make the moment sweeter but you just have to ruin it” he chuckled and came closer to your face and boldly kissed your lips again. 

A peck that’s so sweet and meaningful for you. 


“Now will you let me fuck you now? And kiss you the whole night?” he said and effortlessly switched your bodies, putting him on top of you and swiftly removing his pajama and boxers briefs. Pumping his cock immediately and pushing two fingers in your cunt to make you wet. 


He kisses you while pushing in, something very new for both of you, and kept kissing for a few more minutes while he’s still inside you. 


When he finally rolled his hips, you feel like having sex with him for the first time but this time the sex is 10x better because of his lips. Bodies to bodies, lips to lips while he fucks you slow and good that even Mark didn’t expect that he will love fucking you slow. 


Together, you hit your highs at the same time while you kiss deeper than earlier while catching each other’s breath. 


He pulled out and lie beside you, keeping you close to his body while your hands are intertwined. This is the first time that he cuddled with you after sex and gosh you want to savor the feeling but your lids are giving up on you. 


The next thing you know, you caught yourself again, cuddling while sleeping with Mark, and tried to pull away from his tight embrace. Old habits. 


“Stay,” he says, eyes still closed but he kept you closer to him. “Sleep again,” he added and kissed your forehead. Slightly reminding you of the sudden confession last night. 


On the second time you woke up, Mark is not beside you but pretty flowers on the bedside table greeted you with a small note, ‘last night wasn’t a dream. please get up, I miss you already’ and it instantly made you smile. 


After your second Valentine’s day together, Mark courted you properly but you soon made it official because you realized you wasted enough time. And with a few months of dating, your relationship with Mark evolved into something real because you’re now officially dating and finally living together in a new apartment. And even more intimate in a whole new level that you don’t have sex too much now. 


“How’s work?” He asked, eyes still closed as you flop in between his legs and lie on his chest. When you didn’t answer him, he knew already that you had an exhausting day. You feel him wrap his arms around your body, a simple gesture from your boyfriend that says, ‘it’s okay, you’re home and you’re in my arms now’. 


“How about you?” You asked in return, he just let out a heavy sigh and you knew already that his day was exhausting too. So you did your part and kiss him on the lips softly and long enough to take his tiredness away. 


“I love you. Thank you” he said and kissed you one last time before he turns off the lampshade. “Good night, I’ll love you again tomorrow” he whispers. 

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[nctzanne]

Bisexual

[Smut, a tiny bit of fluff]

• Ten x Reader (fm)

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-You are gay, aren’t you? I mean, by the way you look at Johnny, it’s pretty obvious- You speak nonchalant, fixing your eyes on the random yaoi movie you both are watching.

-I prefer calling myself bisexual- Ten answers with no amusement- I still don’t know how it’s to have sex with a girl-

-That’s why i thought you were gay- He laughs under his breath. You turn your sight to him, just to admire his delicate face traits. Indeed, Johnny was lucky.

Being friends with Ten was something... peculiar. He is a mystery, in every possible way. When you think you know him, suddenly he appears with a personality totally different from what he chose to show you. In those 5 years of knowing eachother, Ten always had something new to uncover about him, making you feel refreshed. There was no way you could be bored with him, everything felt new, funny, dangerous. He helped you to skip your first class, to get an A on maths, how to get drunk without puking, and how to freestyle dance. You just don’t imagine your life without him.

And now, that you both live together, everything got even better. Nights reading tarot cards, laughing at some Tik Toks, and even you both escaped to make a friendship tattoo: A little butterfly under your boob and under his chest. 

Some people would say that you both look like a couple, but there is no way Ten have ever felt that way with you. Oh, but if you talk about your personal feelings...

-Uhm, __, do i have something in my face or..?- Ten whispers so suddenly you snap out of your thoughts. One side of his face is iluminated by the different colors of the sunset that it’s occuring outside your balcony window. He looks so pretty like this, how can he even be real?

-Yeah, some uglyness over there- You try to play it cool, throwing a pillow towards him, positioning it on his lap so you can rest a bit over your heavy thoughts.

He doesn’t seem to complain, and starts playing with your hair. It feels so nice to be around him, he is your comfy zone, your safe space.

-I really want to know- he mumbles.

You freeze.

-Know? What do you wanna know?- For some reason, you don’t want to look at him.

-How it’s to have sex with a woman- he sounds so damn secure about himself, like those words didn’t afect you at all. But he’s wrong, your heart speeds up a little bit, trying to figure out where this conversation was heading to. No, there is no possible way that...

-I’ve been thinking about this a long time ago, you know- his voice goes deeper this time- I know so much about sex with men, but so little with girls. I really want to try how I develop during the act- What the fuck is he talking about?

-Ten, what the f...- he grabs you by your back so you sit up and face him. You are only centimeters away from your nose to rub his.

-I want to know... ___, please let me find out- he almost sound like begging. You hold your breath trying to conect the last neurons that are functioning so you convince yourself that you are not dreaming. You can’t help but look at his lips,just waiting for his sign...

There is no movement at all, not his, not yours. The only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat buzzing on your ears, his warm hands on the sides of your cheeks, his eyes piercing your thoughts.

-Just kiss me already- Your voice trembles, almost like if you are unsure. Actually, you are, there is no way this could end in a good way.

But all of that fades away when he connects his lips with yours. For a few seconds, it’s only that, just your lips touching. But it’s enough to make your mind go fuzzy, fireworks erupting on your lower belly, feeling like this moment should’ve happened so many years ago. When you interwined your fingers while walking on the park, or when he comforted you when you broke up with Kun. But no matter how awkward this moment was, it is everything you needed.

You don’t know how longer it takes for you to experimentally open your mouth a little bit, just to lick his lower lip, tasting the waters. He moves away quickly, leaving your mouth hanging open. You think you messed something up, but before you can apologize about taking things too fast he grabs you violently by the nape of your head, so he can start to kiss you messily.

Everything is tongue, saliva and teeth. There is no control, at all. His tongue works majestically inside your wet cavity, exploring every inch of it, like he was marking your mouth as his. You let him lead everything, you just melt under his ministrations, trying to fight his tongue only to earn a deep growl from his throat. 

He grabs your hips giving you a sign to sit on his lap and you do, gasping as soon as you feel his hard clothed member against you. He janks your hair just to have your neck fully display to him, so he can start marking you up. It first starts as tongue kisses, but slowly he sucks mercyless every inch of your neck and collarbones.

-Ten, i have dance classes tomorrow- you try to stay as rational as posible, running your fingers through his dark black locks- Dont mark me up-

He looks up to you, mouth full of saliva, eyes glistening -You are acting as if you aren't mine-

It felt like somebody totally different from Ten was talking to you now. When you said that he always had something new about himself to show, you weren't kidding. His voice was always sweet as a candy cane, but now you can swear he can cut a rock with a whisper. You shiver, not knowing what its going to happen at all.

-My dear pup- what... is that... a nickname? A pool starts to grow on your panties, and you are afraid you will wet his jeans as well- Do you think i don't know how i make you feel only by looking at you? By touching you?- he lays back on the sofa where you both at, just so he can admire your fucked up state, he is loving how wrecked you are by him- Why do you think i dont fuck any other girls, huh? Because I know how to drive you insane, i know how you masturbate with your filthy vibrator everynight you see me without a t-shirt, wishing that pleasure was given by me- your mouth opens in surprise, and you suddenly want to be swallowed by the couch and just disappear. It seems that he notices- The only girl i want to pleasure my whole life is you, because you are the only one who can make me feel this- he grabs your wrist so your hand touches his dick over his pants.

You are absolutely clueless of everything. So many things happening so fast. He heard you masturbating? He masturbates himself thinking about you? Is it now even the time to wonder about those things?

Almost on queue, he kisses your lips softly, caressing your hair -Let me make you feel good, pup. I want to try everything with you, only you-

A loud moan breaks the ice between you two. You look at eachother trying to figure out where the sound is coming, until you both face the TV. Right, the Yaoi movie. The scene is so fucking explicit you couldn't help by sigh, and that doesn't slip out of Ten.

-You like watching that, don't you?- he turns you around, so now that your back is pressed against his chest. He opens up your legs and in a blink of an eye has his hands roaming the waistband of your pajama pants. -You are so filthy, what if that was me and Johnny? Would you rather watch that?- you moan not only because of the scene you just imagine, but also that his fingers start to ghost against your wet folds- Or do you prefer me fucking you, making a mess out of you?- he teases you, rubbing gently but never putting enough pressure, he only rubs your pussy lips.

You open up your legs in desesperate attempt to make him touch you more, but he just takes his time. You are not watching the movie at all, your mind wandering about all the things you can try with him.

Finally, his index finger rubs your clit slowly in a up and down motion. You hate the fact that you are too vocal when it comes to sex, but it seems that for him it tastes like glory. Using two fingers now, he decides to rub your now hard and too sensitive nub in different ways, but when he starts to do it in circles is when you close your eyes and moan his name loudly.

-Okay, that's how you like it then- and you dont notice when he starts to pick up his pace. You are so close, so damn close due to all the dirty talking, but you don't want it to end.

-Ten please, i don't want to cum yet- you rest the back of your head on his shoulder, eyes rolling back. You can hear the sounds that come down from your wetness, and it seems that he tries in all best ways possible to make those sounds louder and louder.

-Who says you have permission to cum anyways, pup?- he whispers in your ear. His eyes are fixed in how his fingers are working on you, at the same time he is listening carefully how his name slips out of your tongue everytime he slows down. 

-Ten ‘m so close, please- You don’t know what are you begging for. Your legs tremble trying to hold your orgasm but you feel like you are going to explode.

-I love when you call me by my nickname, but sometimes i think you forget about my real name- He stops his actions, making you groan in disapproval, but he hush you while introducing his fingers on your mouth. You don’t want to admit it, but you truly love your own taste. 

You suck clean his fingers, swirling your tongue around them, while trying to look at him in the eyes, though it was kinda difficult due to the position he is. He bites his lips, humming in agreement, he likes what you are doing.

-I want to hear how you scream my name while i make you cum- He starts to rub your clit again, but 10x faster. He looks like an expert rubbing you, it feels so damn good, it’s impossible that he is a “girl virgin”.- Say it-

-Chittaphon...- You feel so embarrased, and don’t know why, but you choose to let go and get consumed by pleasure. You feel it, that tight knot begging for release, your hands holding on dear life by his arm muscles, hearing his grunts on your left ear, even the year of his piercings on your cheek makes you burn and get closer and closer.

-Chittaphon im cumming- you warn him with voice cracked, you can’t hold it any longer. 

-That’s it pup, let go, cum for me- He whispers and licks your earlobe. And that’s all that takes for you to disappear from earth, being sucked in by the orgasm that is washing you. You chant his name over and over again, your inner walls clenching around nothing, the climax seems to last for hours. You feel your clit throbbing, thighs full of your own liquids, and you black out.

-____, baby, it’s okay- He hears that you are whimpering, destroyed by pleasure.- Don’t move, let me clean you up- 

In a matter of minutes, you start to get conscious, eyelashes batting fast trying to recognize where you are. The aroma of Ten invades you and suddenly you feel calm, you are in his bed, covered, with a white t-shirt and nothing else below that. He is laying besides you, hugging you by your waist, caressing your skin with his thumb.

-Hey, you woke up. I was worried, i thought i knocked you out or something- He smiles, clearly proud of the mess he just made. You slap his shoulder, letting a little laugh slip out of your mouth.

-Sorry-

-About what?-

-I just passed out... i didn’t even suck you off- You legit feel embarassed.

-Ah, ____, i wanted it this way. It was perfect, trust me- He pecks your lips, worried that maybe you won’t believe him- This is what i asked for-

You feel your heart full. Of blood maybe, but it’s a metaphor to explain how complete this man makes you.

-So, are you bisexual or not- You try to change the subject, laying on your side so you can face him. You still don’t get used to the idea that probably, probably you both like eachother. He laughs outloud, with his perfect teeth on display, and then he bites his lip.

-Im ___sexual, for sure-

You don’t know what it’s going to happen before this. But that’s Ten’s essence, he is a complete mystery. And that’s why you are madly in love with him.

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #nct smut #wayv smut #nct imagines #wayv imagines #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #wayv scenarios #nct ten #wayv ten #chittaphon smut #ten smut #ten scenarios #ten imagines #chittaphon scenarios

[peach-pops]

Confessing to their Roommate HC

Request: Can I please request a follow up to your roommate headcanons where Bokuto and Kuroo fall for y/n? Oikawa too if you want even though she seemed more interested in Iwa. Thank you💚💚💚 ||  Can you write pt 2 for roommate hcs and make it romantic? Thanks!

Author’s Note:  Thank you so much for the request! I still decided to write for Oikawa too cause I can’t help it I love him just as much. These two parts aren’t connected but if you haven’t read the “platonic” roommate version, read it here! Also someone asked for NSFW but I changed it to be more SFW! Hope that’s okay! 

Warnings:  mentions of sexual partners, naked shower interaction, sexual innuendo

Pairing: Kuroo || Oikawa || Bokuto 

-Kuroo

Okay, so you know how Oikawa developed feelings for you while living together? Well my boy Kuroo isn’t as slick, this boy willingly moved in with you KNOWING FULL WELL he had feelings

And this boy had been crushing on you for years but has ever admitted it to you because he values what you two have. This doesn’t stop him from leaving little signs that are painfully obvious

It was about to be exactly one year since you two moved in together so Kuroo decided to do something special. You came home from hanging out with your friends to find him setting up a flower arrangement in the kitchen 

“ Who are the flowers for?”

“ Oh you know, just a special something for a special someone.”

“ Kenma’s birthday isn’t until October.”

“ What? No these aren’t for Kenma, these are for you!” 

Your heart fluttered at the thought because hmmmmmm maybe you had a tiny little crush on your roommate and best friend but ha that was a crazy thought

From that day forward, the ~vibes~ in the apartment were different. Kuroo could feel himself warming up to the idea of telling you his feelings but he was still nervous that you didn’t feel the same way

This didn’t stop him from trying to flirt with you/win you over but you were none the wiser

“ Wow, you look really pretty today.” 

“ Aw thanks, you too buddy.” 

OUCH

“ I was thinking we could head over to that new restaurant by Kenma’s place. It was named ‘the most romantic dinner date in Japan’.” 

“ Really? Sure lets go! I think Kenma and Yaku live over there, we should invite them to come along!” 

OUCH OUCH 

Don’t get me started on the time where you two were watching a movie in the living room after you had a long day at work. You could barely keep your eyes open but Kuroo hardly seemed to notice

“ Y/N, I’ve been meaning to tell you something. I don’t want you to freak out but I-”

* cue light snoring coming from your side of the couch*

OUCH OUCH OUCH 

This went on for a while and one day, Kuroo just couldn’t take it anymore. He had just gotten back from the gym with Bokuto ( his own personal hypeman) so he was fully ready to tell you

You were on the couch with your laptop in your lap when Kuroo came home eager as ever

“ Oh hey, how was the gym-”

“ I love you.” 

“ ….. “

“ ……”

“ ……”

“ …. I’ll be in the shower…” 

Kuroo headed to the restroom to turn on the shower and left you there on the couch in a state of shock. Like surprised Pikachu but like 10x more if that makes sense

Your mind couldn’t even comprehend the idea like whaaaa????? LOVE??? Like what does that even mean??? Love like a friend? Like a best friend? Love like love love?? 

Yep you definitely needed clarification because if what he was saying was true, then you needed to confess your feelings to him too

Kuroo took off his gross sweaty ass gym clothes and stepped into the shower. He was relieved that he got it off his chest but goddamn why was it so awkward why didn’t you say anything why-

You pulled the shower curtain back all the way, causing Kuroo to yelp and grab the curtain away from you so he could cover himself

“ WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I’M NAKED!” 

“ Nothing I haven’t seen before- look how can you just drop a bomb like that and leave like it’s nothing? You said you loved me and your first thought after was to take a shower?” 

“ Y/N, please-”

“ I love you too. I love you Tetsuro, I mean it.” 

Kuroo could’ve had a stroke right then and there. His heart swelled as he smiled widely back at you UNTIL you stepped into the shower with all of your clothes on

“ What the hell are you doing you weirdo?”

“ I’m trying to kiss you, you big dork. Or would you rather me wait until after you shower?”

Kuroo moved his wet hair away from his forehead and while one hand was still covering himself with the shower curtain, the other wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest and pressed his lips against yours

You kissed the droplets from his lips as the water from the showerhead poured down onto the two of you and for a moment, you two both forgot where you even were

You were the first one to pull away even though Kuroo felt himself lean into you for another kiss

“ Um, is it okay if we continue this after?”

“ What? I thought you didn’t mind getting a little wet? ;)” 

“ But my socks are soaked :( “ 

“.....okay get out”

-Oikawa-

Moving in with you was one of the best ideas of Oikawa’s life cause he thought of how perfect things would be rooming with one of his best friends.

You two had always gotten along and he thought things would be ridiculously easy living with you. He couldn’t have been more wrong

 He never really planned on ever falling for you but because you guys lived together, it was a slow build-up of “ oh shit I think I caught feelings for my roommate who lives in the room across from me” 

He just finally wakes up one day and when he sees you sleepily making breakfast in the kitchen, his heart feels funny and his hands get clammy which rarely ever happens for Oikawa

Even though you had just woken up, your hair was pointing in every direction, and you were just wearing an oversized shirt, Oikawa’s breath hitched in his throat because he thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous 

“ Morning Toru, can you do me a favor and help me with the dishes- why are you looking at me like that?” 

“ L-Like what? I’m just looking at you normally!”

“ Oh okay, then come over here and help me.”

For the next couple of days, he watches you more closely than before and goes out of his way to show little acts of affection. Bless Oikawa’s heart this dude risks his own health to clean your room for you even though it resembled Chernobyl

One day as yall are wearing facemasks, he tells you a funny story where he accidentally saw Mattsun’s bare ass during a tournament and you laugh so hard to where you’re clutching your sides gasping for air. It makes his heart go flippy floppy because he loves hearing your laugh and oh no he’s really falling for you now  

It eats away at Oikawa for not days, not weeks but MONTHS! He is terrified of you ever finding out that he has feelings for you because you two had been friends since middle school and this would surely ruin your relationship with him

PLUS you two live together! If he admits to you that he has feelings and you don’t feel the same way, it would ruin your living situation and he would surely have to move out

It didn’t help that you shamelessly thirsted flirted over his other best friend Iwa and that only hurt him more

You had your own life and own problems you were going through but even you noticed that Oikawa wasn’t being his usual self

Oikawa wasn’t a slut but he used to have a few fuck buddies but you hadn’t seen any girl come over in months. You were so curious that you even messaged your old friend who was Oikawa’s fuck buddy and she even told you that Oikawa said to her that he’s completely done with all of it and he’s trying to settle down with another girl

This shocks you completely because you were sure Oikawa would’ve said something to you about trying to get serious with a girl. 

You couldn’t help but feel jealous, deep down you had feelings for Oikawa so to hear that he was reading for a relationship with a new mystery girl hurt you so much 

This prompted you to call up Iwaizumi for advice because he was always fairly neutral like Switzerland

“ I think you’re overreacting. Why does it matter if he’s seeing someone else?” 

“ BECAUSE!!!! I don’t know, I thought he trusted me but I guess not....You don’t understand Hajime, he’s been so different lately, something is off about him and I’m worried. Can you please talk to him for me?”

“  I don’t think I should get involved-”

“ OKAY GOTTA GO BYE!” You hung up the phone as Oikawa walked back into the apartment with dinner

“ Who were you on the phone with?”

“ Oh just Hajime. We were talking about um...Switzerland.” 

Oikawa just shrugged it off but in the back of his mind, he felt his heart break even more because of course you were talking to Iwaizumi. He didn’t know how much longer he could ignore his feelings for you and he felt like he was a ticking time bomb 

You watched from the couch as Oikawa quietly set up the table and you couldn’t help but ask him what was wrong

Oikawa reassured you that everything was fine but you knew better

“ Toru, are you sure? You’ve been acting weird for the past couple of months, you know you can be honest with me.” 

Oikawa scoffed, this dude SCOFFED AT YOU and you’re like??? Why you pissy??? Why the sass?? 

“ Okay, be honest. Do you like Iwa-chan?” 

YOU??? LIKING IWAIZUMI???

Okay you lowkey understood where he was coming from but come on, it was incredibly easy to flirt with Iwa because he always gave you NOTHING in return and it was just fun to mess with the dude

You shook your head as you got up from the couch and walked over to where Oikawa was standing in the dining room 

“What? No of course not!” 

“ Then why do you always flirt with him in front of me? ~ Oh Hajime, my room is always open for you!~ Hajime, this is the ring I would want if you proposed~ Hey, Hajime-”

“ I don’t sound like that and why does it matter if I flirt with Hajime?” 

Oikawa doesn’t even think twice, the words flow out so easily from his mouth and he doesn’t have time to cut himself off

“ Because I’m jealous and I have feelings for you.” 

You could hear a pin drop in the room that’s how eerily quiet it was. Oikawa kept his intense gaze on you and you were absolutely stunned

“ You have feelings for me?” 

Even saying it out loud feels weird but oddly comfortable coming our from your mouth

Oikawa nods after a moment and sighs dramatically,” I’ve liked you for months now but damn it, I think I’m actually in love with you. And I’m sorry, I’m really sorry if this ruins everything. If Iwa-chan makes you happy then go for it. I think you have questionable taste in men but-”

You practically threw yourself at Oikawa and you kissed him so hard to where he bumped the table, causing some of the takeout to spill onto the hardwood floor

My dude doesn’t even hesitate to kiss you back because oh yes, sweet relief he is actually kissing you. His head hurts from bumping against the wall and he’s sure you just stepped in a glob of noodles but you don’t even care because you just needed to shut this fool up and show him how much you care about him

“ Wait, does this mean you like me? And not Iwa-chan?” 

“ I just kissed you and you have the audacity to ask if I like Hajime?” 

“....You’re right, can we go back to kissing now?”

-Bokuto-

Bokuto my love my boy my rock 

He would handle his crush on you way different than Oikawa and Kuroo

When you two moved in together, he didn’t have feelings for you but overtime, he found himself excited to come home to see you and would always look forward to hearing about your day

I don’t even think he would realize his true feelings for you until he took a water break from practice to call Akaashi. They talked about the Black Jackals and their upcoming game and somehow, you were brought up 

“ Oh Y/N? She’s great, she’s been working a lot lately and it does get kind of lonely without her around the apartment. I miss her when she’s away and since I’m always at practice, we haven’t been able to spend much time together and it sucks because I care a lot about her. But she said she would come to my games and that’s exciting cause if she comes, I know I’ll play better since she can cheer me on…”

This goes on for some time and Akaashi patiently listens to his senior even though it’s obvious that Bokuto has a crush on you

“ Bokuto-san, I think you have feelings for Y/N.” 

“ You think so!? You know, now that you mentioned it…” 

Bokuto thought back to all the times you two hung out alone and smiled as he vividly recounted all of the memories you two shared

Now that Akaashi had brought it to his attention, it did make sense why his heart would ever skip a beat whenever he saw you and why his mouth felt dry whenever you called him sweet names

You would think Bokuto would rush to the apartment to confess to you his feelings but just this once, he takes a bit of time to think things over in his head. He realized that deep down, he always had feelings for you ever since the two of you were in high school

He wasn’t sure why it took him so long to realize that he cared about you more than anyone else

Unlike Kuroo and Oikawa, Bokuto was ready to tell you exactly how he felt that night. Even if he wasn’t sure if you would share the same feelings for him

He practically barged back into the apartment but stopped in his tracks when he saw that you were curled up on the couch fast asleep 

Your fingers were barely hanging on to your textbook as you snored quietly. Bokuto smiled to himself as he walked over and carefully took the textbook from your hands and bookmarked your page for you before scoping your body up into his strong arms

You tensed up in his arms but once you heard Bokuto’s comforting voice that reassured you it was him, your body relaxed into his touch 

“ Ko, you’re finally home,” You yawned as he led you back to your bedroom,” did you have fun at practice?” 

“ Mhm, lots of fun. What are you doing up so late? Don’t you have class tomorrow morning?” 

“ I do but I wanted to stay up to make sure you got home okay.”

You always had a soft spot for Bokuto, he was your best friend after all but ever since you two had moved in together, you felt something shift in your friendship. 

You found yourself going out of your way to stay up at nighttime to make sure Bokuto got home from practice safe and even though it messed up your sleep schedule, you wouldn’t have had it any other way

Bokuto dipped your body into your mattress and moved the covers up to your chest before he sat on the edge of your bed. 

Even though you were tired, you could still tell that something was different about Bokuto. He was usually more talkative but as you watched him play with the hem of your blanket quietly, you knew he was deep in thought

Now that you were in front of him, he was nervous to confront you about his feelings. He was terrified that you wouldn’t feel the same way about him and the thought of you not being in his life because of it made him emo to the max

“ Is everything okay Kotaro?” You hardly ever used his first name and even Bokuto was caught off guard

“ Can you promise me something?” Bokuto asked softly as you sat up from your bed and scooted closer to him

“ Of course, what is it?” 

“ Don’t be mad at me okay? Promise me you won’t get mad and leave me alone.”

OUCHHHHH MY POOR BABY! 

“ Kotaro, I would never be mad and I would never leave you,” You said, a bit wary since you had never seen him this serious before,” what’s wrong? What happened?” 

Bokuto bit the inside of his cheek and once he opened his mouth, he couldn’t bring himself to stop talking

“ I feel like an idiot because, after all this time of us being friends and living together, I just realized tonight that I think- I know I have feelings for you. I’m in love with you but I understand if you don’t feel the same way and if you want me to move out I completely understand. The last thing I would ever want is for you to feel uncomfortable in your own apartment.”

Your heart BURST cause your best friend, your roommate, your secret crush was admitting and confessing to you that he loved you 

“ You’re not playing a trick on me right? Because I want to tell you that I like you too but if you’re just saying this to be funny than I’m gonna be mad.” 

You inhaled sharply as Bokuto squeezed your had that you didn’t even know he was holding before he looked back down at you,” I’m not playing a trick...I can prove it to you if you’ll let me?” 

Bokuto took a quick glance at your lips and back up at your eyes to wait for your approval and once you nodded, Bokuto slowly leaned his head down and pressed his soft lips against yours

He smiled against your lips once he felt your body melt into his and he couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle when you pulled him closer to your frame

“ You’re still sweaty from practice,” You finally said as you pulled away for a moment so you could catch your breath

“ Oh my bad, I can go shower right now-”

“ Mmm just five more minutes.”

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[fi-chanwrites]

hi ! can i request some boyfriend hc’s with tendou? feel free to include nsfw bc we do b thirsty😌💞

Ugh yesss. The love I have for this man is immense so listen up theydies and gentlethem.

Tendou Satori General Relationship Hc’s

SFW

Let’s be real, Tendou would be the sweetest boyfriend but he would let his insecurities get to him every now and again.

Like everything would be going fine and you would be happy as ever but Tendou would get into his own head. He would get really quiet and distant, he would honestly just be thinking how you could do better than him.

Please reassure him he needs it, he just wants to be liked for who he is.

Would literally steal the moon for you, would do anything to make you smile. You’ve really been wanting boba? Send him your order, he’ll pick it up before class.

Would call you sunshine. This has been my hc since I started writing and I will stick by it til the day I die.

“How was your day sunshine?”

“How’s my ray of sunshine doing?”

“I love you sunshine”

Like just IMAGINE ITTTTT

Call him baby boy when yall are cuddling.

Like he has his head in your lap, your fingers laced through his hair and he’s just sighing out because he feels so relaxed

“You sleepy baby boy?” He nods

“Yeah? You wanna come cuddle me properly and we can have a nap?”

Instead of each buying the latest copy of jump you rotate who buys it weekly and read it together in his room.

Being friends with Ushijima is a must, like the three of you hang out pretty regularly now and the awkwardness between you and his best friend is gone ( thank god for that)

Will deadass show you off to the team, is just happy to have you honestly. He was really scared that you’d either prefer one of the other player to him or that you’d not like the team at all. You managed to quell those worries however. You were more than happy to help out at practice wherever you could, pretty much just doing manager duties and taking some stress off the younger team members

Tendou can’t help but simp when he sees you comforting Goshiki after a particularly difficult practice. Like yes he was already simping but seeing you be so soft with the crying boy just added to the swell of love in his heart.

The boys are just happy to see tendou happy, everyone knows how much this smol sunshine boy has been through and all of them know how much he needs your affection.

The positive effect you have on him really is irreplaceable

Movie dates, but not to see things you’re excited about. Nah yall go watch really shitty films just so you can absolutely rip it to shreds while watching it, like yall go innnnn on these actors.

You have been kicked out the cinema for doing this in the past

CAT CAFE AND MANGA CAFE DATES. Like yall want any reason for coffee as we all know he would be addicted to caffeine. But also seeing the baby boy with cats surrounding him as he doesn’t know which one to pet first? Adorable.

Yall listen to Ke$ha together... that’s all

Make this man lunch and watch his entire face light up, like would be ready to cry at the sweetness. He’s not used to public affection so this makes his heart soar.

NSFW

Okay imma get straight into it. This man is as far from vanilla as you can get and I will not be told otherwise

Like anything he can try, that you would also want to try, he will do.

I see him as a switch but with a more Dom leaning tendency. Like he could be on the bottom and he could sub for you but more often than not, he’s the one leading the charge.

You guys safe word would probably be something dumb let’s be real but still something easy to say in the moment

... doorknob

Here it comes... it’s 2020, everyone is into choking. Tendou is no exception, like he has big ole hands... like to see what they look like wrapped around his throat.

Sensory deprivation is always fun too, likes seeing you tied up with a blindfold covering your eyes while you call out for him

And the lil surprised noises you make when he finally does something and always the cutest things to him.

So yes bondage is also this boys friend. Like not light bondage oh no nonono, full on bondage babyyyy, like spreader bars, hand cuffs, ropes covering your arms and thighs. Like the full shebang

Knife play if you’re into it, like cutting your undwear off of you and sometimes just holding the cold knife to your burning hot skin to see how you react.

Would let you peg him. No fucking cap. Like toxic masculinity has left the chat with this man, and if it makes you happy to see him under you? You best believe he’s already lying down.

Lots of praise from both parties throughout... unless you’re in the mood to be degraded.

But he wouldn’t want to be degraded, it just doesn’t sit right with him so he likes to be praised instead

Tell him how good he makes you feel and he’s doing 10x more to make you feel even better.

After care is also a really big thing for him

Would guide you over to bathroom so you could pee (NO UTI’s in this house)

Wash you off with a flannel and then lead you back over to bed so you could sleep off the fatigue.

General taglist: @hqmakkitrash @aizawa-sh0ta  @pipsqweaks  @fitriiaw @zig-zzag @dramaqueenweeb1469 @gulfwanq @badboysdoitbetter2 @tbhhaikyuu @skyguy-peach @airybby

#tendou blurb #tendou satori x reader smut #tendou haikyuu #tendou satori x reader #tendou x reader #tendou satori #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu hc #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader headcannons

[adhdeancas]

For @theangelwiththewormstache, I kind of went all out and searched through your blog to see what you like and headcanon, sent a few sneaky asks to find out more, and wrote in all the things I wanted for everyone’s happy ending. it got... unbelievably long.

Merry Christmas and enjoy :) 

Love, Cas over at @let-me-live-in-peace and @samwinchestersleftshoe

PS: thanks to @destielsecretsanta2020 for organizing this!

Click.

Dean sighed and nodded, pulling the phone away from his ear so he could stare at it expectantly. Right about…

It rang. 

“Cas,” Dean said languidly, like an asshole who didn’t know why his boyfriend was calling him back.

“Sorry. I forgot again.” 

“I know.” Dean couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice if he tried. And he tried.

“I love you.” 

“I know.” 

“Dean.” A hint of well-earned annoyance. 

“I love you too, Cas.” 

“Bye.” And another click. Dean grinned and pocketed his phone. The dumbass was still too impatient to wait for an answering goodbye. Guess they’d never be the couple to argue about who should hang up first. Then again, Dean kinda liked it this way. It was just a few more seconds of teasing and a special call to say I love you, that was kind of nice, right? Jesus he was a sap.

“Earth to Dean? Wanna stop daydreaming about your boyfriend for a sec and get back on task?” Claire was standing there waving a hand in his face, bitchface firmly planted. Dean gave her one back.

“Don’t be homophobic.” 

She rolled her eyes. “I’m gay.” 

“Yeah.” Dean kept walking, looking around at the rows on rows of Christmas trees. He stole a glance back at her. “Where is Kaia anyway?”                                                                                                                                                                                                    

Claire blushed and crossed her arms over her chest. She would never tell him, but Kaia had hung back to give her some alone time with Dean. “She wanted to hang out with Jack. Guess she didn’t want to stare at your ugly mug all day.” A grin then, as Dean laughed at her joke.

“Fine, fine, guess you’re stuck with me.” 

They roamed around a bit, both insisting on cutting down their tree themselves, Claire winning the fight to get to carry the ax. (Yes, Sam had suggested they bring a chainsaw. They had both refused because they needed to “earn the Christmas tree.”)

“Cas wanted a fraser fir.” Dean remembered, pointing to the section marked for them. 

He felt, rather than saw, Claire roll her eyes, which, that’s exactly what Dean had done when Cas first told him. “Dork. Do you always do what your boyfriend tells you?” 

Dean shrugged. “Pretty much. You?”

“Yeah.” They shared a soft smile before going back to their regular shit-talking. It was just The Dynamic. They searched a little bit more before they found one, the perfect tree that was big enough to make them both giggle over what Sam’s reaction would be when they brought it home.

It… takes longer to cut down a tree than you would think. Than either of them thought. Especially when you bring an ax and especially when you choose an obnoxiously large tree. They took a break about halfway through, sitting down in the snow and passing the thermos of hot chocolate Jack made them take back and forth (Claire spiked it with Bailey’s, which Dean chose not to comment on but was grateful for).

“Hey Claire… is it weird? Seeing me and Cas,” 

Claire looked at him warily, seeming to consider what possible ulterior motives he had. Then, figuring she was the one with the ax, she answered. “A little. But I never saw my dad this old. Or this gay.” She gave him a grin and Dean flipped her off, taking the ax out of her hands to get back to the tree. “It’s good.”

Dean paused. “What is?” 

“You and him. You’re good for each other, you can tell. Don’t overthink it.”

Dean’s lips curled up. “Sounds like something Cas would say.” 

“Yeah, well, sometimes the dork is right. Don’t be an idiot.” She shook her head at him. “Jody had to remind me all the time at first.” 

“What?”

“That I… y’know. Deserve it. Her. To be happy.” She put the last bit in quotes, saying it sarcastically, but Dean could see the truth of it in her eyes.

“Yeah, well, Jody’s smart like that.” He took another swing at the ax and tried to believe it for himself. It got easier every day.

------

Cas was left at home with Kaia and Jack while Dean and Claire got the tree and Sam and Eileen got food supplies. (Dean had protested, but Sam had -correctly- said that if given free rein, he wouldn’t get any vegetarian options and would get 10x more junk than they needed.) Jody, Donna, Alex, Bobby, Charlie, and the rest wouldn’t be here until the next afternoon. Christmas afternoon.

“So what should we do first?” He was a little bit nervous, being once again put in charge of the kids. 

“Paper snowflakes?” Jack suggested, his excitement all too obvious from the smile on his face. Kaia glanced at him, amused by his obvious enthusiasm. Claire had braided his hair before she left while Kaia painted his nails (black, because they don’t own any other color of nail polish). It was clear they were pretty bonded.

“Sounds good to me.”

Kaia had to teach both of them how to make paper snowflakes. Cas tried to make perfectly symmetrical snowflakes; Jack kept cutting his in half on accident which made a bunch of smaller snowflakes. Hey, it worked.

“So… what’s the deal with you and Dean?”

“Deal?” Cas flushed a little. Everytime someone asked it thrilled him all over again. He was dating Dean. Dean. Was his. Had told him so, straight to his face. And he got to kiss Dean whenever, and sleep with him, and make him make noises only he got to hear, and listen to all his worries and weird fears and recaps on the latest episodes of Dr. Sexy.

“Cas?” Jack was knocking on the table lightly. Kaia had two raised eyebrows and a little smile. 

“That good, huh?” She could relate. Everytime she thought about Claire she felt all warm inside, and going home to her at the end of the day was like a dream, especially after being apart for so long. 

Cas looked down, called out. “That good.” he agreed.

“How disgusting are they, Jack, on a scale of cute to rip your own face off cute?” Kaia leaned over the table now, shit-eating grin plastered firmly on her face. Jack looked delighted to be in on the joke, which made Cas happy in spite of himself. Jack really needed this time with kids his own age. (Well, kind of. He was technically three.)

“Well, they do cook together…” 

“Do they do that thing where one of them comes up from behind and puts their head on the other’s shoulder?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Dean or Cas?”

“Cas watches. He can’t cook.”

“Hey!” It was true. Cas was just arguing for the principle of it.

“But the movie nights are the cutest. One of them always falls asleep on top of the other one.”

“Probably at like 10 o’clock. You guys are so old.” Kaia teased, shifting her attention back to Cas. 

Cas shook his head and pointed his finger at the two of them. “I never should have had children.” Kaia stuck her tongue out and Jack followed suit. Proving his point. Kids.

---------

“Hey, you dorks just gonna let us do all the work, huh?” Dean shouted from the garage.

“Yeah motherfuckers, get in here!” 

Cas let out a half-hearted “Language!” before following Kaia and Jack through the halls. Claire pulled Jack into a side hug first before tugging Kaia in for a kiss. Dean would’ve followed suit, except Claire had actually left him to carry the whole fucking tree himself, which Dean, like an idiot, had actually attempted. Cas hurried over to help him, which earned him a glare lined with gratefulness. 

“Oh yeah, have a happy little reunion over there, don’t mind me or this giant tree!” Dean griped at the kids. “Let the old men handle it!”

“Hey, you said it first.” Claire raised an eyebrow at Dean and pulled Kaia and Jack off into the bunker, probably to go find Miracle. Dean sighed heavily, muttering under his breath.

“You brought that on yourself.” Cas informed him, grunting under the effort of holding up half the tree. 

“Thank you, babe. Very helpful.” Dean rolled his eyes. Cas pretended he didn’t feel a jolt of happiness at the most sarcastic ‘babe’ he’d ever heard.

-----

They managed to haul the giant-ass tree into the library and set it up, barely. It did almost crush Cas, but Dean tugged it upright at the last moment, prompting a joke about Cas dying again. (“Hey, you’re not allowed to make those anymore, you’re human now, dick.”) And a kiss that all the kids whooped and hollered at.

Then Cas showed Dean and Claire around the decorations they’d made while they were out. The greatest hits included paper snowflakes, ornaments, and a Christmas tree on the wall made out of old license plates. Dean clapped Jack on the shoulder to congratulate him on his crafts while Kaia held Claire’s hand and pretended not to be affected by the praise sent her way. 

By the time Sam and Eileen got back, they’d decorated the tree, all the chairs in the bunker, and the stair-rail with lights and tinsel. Sam let out a whistle when he came back in, which brought Miracle, Jack, and Cas to greet them. (Claire and Kaia were busy telling Dean all about their local gay bar. Which, considering they lived in South Dakota, was quite the story.) 

Dean’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw his brother and Eileen come in the kitchen with their bags. “Okay Dean, before you ask, we went with apple, pecan, pumpkin, and cherry.” Sam looked at Dean warily, who stared back at him over the girls’ heads with narrowed eyes, deciding whether or not to fight. The amount of pie ingredients he’d put on the list had been truly outrageous.

“Would like to remind you that the kids are making cookies and cheesecake too.” Eileen reminded him. Dean continued to look around suspiciously until Cas sat down on his lap.

That’s great, Eileen. Cas signed to her. He will be fine.

Eileen rolled her eyes. Whiner. Sam let out a snort and Cas grinned at her. Dean glared. 

“What’re you saying?” 

“Learn to sign better and you’d know.” Sam smirked.

“I’m working on it!” Dean protested and wrapped his arms around Cas’s waist, tugging him in possessively. He was going to try to sign something else but settled for a middle finger pointed straight at his brother. Hey, it was sign language.

Cas leaned back and kissed him on the cheek for his efforts. His memory landed on one particularly frustrating night for Dean when they’d been practicing his ASL (Cas knew every language of course) and Dean just couldn’t remember the most basic of things. Lamp, field, tree. The more frustrated he got, the more words started to leave him. He’d started swearing under his breath and stomped out to the porch to cool off, followed by Cas a few minutes later. Cas still remembered the drained look in his eyes as he looked at Cas. 

“I feel like such a fucking dumbass, Cas. I know it’s not that hard, it shouldn’t be that hard, Sam makes it seem so easy…”

“Dean, you are learning. It’s okay if it takes you a little time. Sam has experience with ASL, doesn’t he?”

Dean had sighed and conceded this. “Yeah, he took some in college I think. I just… I never took any language, you know? Didn’t seem as important as woodshop or sex ed.” He grinned half-heartedly at his own joke.

Cas smiled back and pointed at him, signing o and k. You’re okay.

He repeated the signs, nodding. I’m okay.

I love you.

I love you too.

-----

After the pies were made and chicken noodle soup in the crock pot, Cas and Dean relinquished the kitchen to the kids and retired to the Dean cave. Sam and Eileen were cooped up in their room until they were allowed back into the living quarters by the kids. They didn’t want their creations critiqued or tasted before they were ready.

Cas waited patiently while Dean typed away on his phone, eyes narrowed to see the text. He refused to get reading glasses or enlarge the print on his phone, even though he sorely needed it. Cas kept his complaining about it to a minimum though because he liked the wrinkles around Dean’s eyes when he squinted. It reminded him that he got to grow old with Dean.

Dean looked up finally to see the fond look on his lover’s face and blushed, guilty. “Sorry, just checking with Kara.”

Cas nodded understandingly. As always. “The bar will survive without us for a few days.”

“I know.” Dean looked down, a little pleased he could admit it. “I just miss it.” Wow, to have a life he could miss, and to miss it from a peaceful holiday vacation surrounded by his family. It was… surreal. 

“What do you want to watch?” 

Dean sank back into the cushions, thinking. “Die Hard?” 

Cas smiled at him. “Is that what you want to watch?” 

Dean rolled his eyes and flipped around so he could lay his head in Cas’s lap. “No.” He admitted it grudgingly. Cas could read him like a book. It was inconvenient sometimes and other times, like now, it was nice. “Just seems like the thing to watch. Y’know, Christmas Eve.” 

Cas shrugged. He put a hand in Dean’s hair, just like he liked it. Dean closed his eyes almost at his touch; he’d gotten much more comfortable letting his guard down like that lately. It had taken a while though, months of Dean staying rigid in his arms before he could relax quicker. “There are other things to watch.”

Dean reached a hand up and cupped Cas’s jaw with his hand. “Whaddyou wanna watch, sweetheart?” 

Cas couldn’t help but turn his head to kiss Dean’s hand. Dean only called him sweetheart when he was feeling particularly tender, usually a few whiskeys in. This time he happened to be both. Cas loved it. “What about a double feature?”

“Hm,” Dean scrubbed his hand along Cas’s stubble and thought. Cas’s stubble was one his favorite physical things about him; sometimes Cas accused him of petting him like a cat. “What ones?” 

“First… It’s a Wonderful Life.” 

Dean cracked a grin and opened his eyes. “Clarence?” 

Cas blushed. “I miss her sometimes.” 

“Should I be worried?” 

Cas tilted his head, pretending to consider it. “Considering she’s a demon? Probably.” Meg was banished to hell with the rest of the demons that had gotten out of the Empty, but given their old friendship with the Queen of Hell, that didn’t mean much for them.

“Psh, demon-shmemon. Been there, done that.” Dean pulled Cas down into a kiss, making him bend over into an awkward position that made Cas giggle. “Being a human is much sexier.” 

“I agree.” 

Dean waggled his eyebrows at him suggestively. “Wanna make it a triple feature? Little hanky panky for intermission?” Cas rolled his eyes, which Dean interpreted as a solid yes. “What is our second movie, anyway?” 

“Huh.” Cas booped Dean on the nose. “Love Actually.”

A slow, dopey smile spread over Dean’s face. “Okay.” He paused, thinking about it. He’d pushed Cas into watching it years ago, when they were still just friends, by ‘accidentally’ adding it to his Netflix Queue and then letting Cas loose for movie night. He’d watched Cas for his reactions the whole time (and only gotten distracted by looking At Cas a few times). It had been a couple months ago when he told Cas about that. “Second favorite thing about being queer is being able to watch sappy shit like that.” 

Cas rolled his eyes. “You were able to before, Dean.”

Dean ignored him. “Ask me what my favorite thing is,” 

“What’s your favorite thing?”

“This.” He burrowed into Cas’s lap. A sap and a flirt.

“I thought you were gonna say Taylor Swift.” A dry witted old queen.

Dean snorted into his stomach. “That’s my third favorite.”

----

“Alright, gang, what do we say? Same place tomorrow morning, let’s say… 5?” He spun around to look at everyone, a wide smile on his face. Everyone seemed less enthused than him, although Sam seemed to think his situation was amusing.

“Dude, I’m not twelve, I’m not waking up at 5 am to open a few presents.” 

“Like hell you aren’t!” Dean was smiling but it was less of a happy smile and more of a disbelieving one. Cas squeezed his arm then, stopped him from continuing his argument. Dean glanced at him and he just stared and gave him another squeeze. 

Dean knew what that look meant. It meant ‘Dean, you’re overreacting again, calm down and think about it’ and also ‘stop being such an asshole’ and probably also ‘wow you’re eyes are really pretty’ knowing Cas.

He took a deep breath and pecked Cas on the lips. “Alright, princess, what time are you willing to drag your lazy ass out of bed?”

Claire smirked and sent a look at Kaia before leveling back at Dean. “Eleven.”

“Eight.”

“Ten. Final offer.”

Dean considered a moment then extended a hand. And shook. “You have yourself a deal.”

----

After they went to bed, they talked about it. These days, they always talked about it. It was one of the things Cas had brought home from his shrink appointments, and, as much as Dean hated to admit it, it worked. Helped.

Cas changed into pajamas and stretched, sending a look back at Dean. Dean rolled his eyes and started before Cas could prod him to. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Cas raised an eyebrow at him. “You hate the morning.” 

Dean pursed his lips and shook his head, then pulled down his pants, because you should never have a conversation with your boyfriend with pants when you could have one without pants. These things he was learning. “Yeah, I do, it’s just… it’s Christmas.”

“Yes, it is. Isn’t it supposed to be a day of relaxation and fun?”

“Yeah, but it’s supposed to be exciting! Kids jumping on their parents bed at the asscrack of dawn to go to the tree, that kinda shit!” He shrugged, getting stupid worked up over it, he knew. He knew. Cas pulled him in by the hand and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Come on, tell me how I’m being an asshole.”

Cas rolled his eyes. “What part of ‘you do everything for love’ do you not understand?” 

“How is me freaking out over Christmas morning ‘for love’?”

Cas didn’t flinch away from the self-deprecation. “You want them to have the Christmas you never got.”

Dean sank his head onto Cas’s shoulder, thinking about it. He was right, of course he was, he’s always right. Cas can read him like a book, even when Dean himself didn’t know what he was doing. “I guess so, yeah.”

“That’s admirable. But the Christmas they deserve, same as you did, is the one they want. Which might not be the one you wanted.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right.” he sighed heavily. More than he wanted his kids to have a motherfucking Christmas-card Christmas, he just didn’t want to be the ruin of it. Didn’t want to be John. “Sorry you have to shrink my head all the time.” Dean muttered softly. Cas pulled him away and kissed him, slow and soft. 

“You pay me back tenfold.”

“You’ve got a shrink.”

“I meant with sex.” Cas met his eyes, face stoic as always. He would’ve gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for the glint in his eyes. It gave him away.

Dean threw back his head and laughed.

“Motherfucker.”

“I don’t have a mother.” 

Dean shook his head, grin splitting open his face. Cas himself was trying to hold it together; he kept having to push down the corners of his mouth so he wouldn't break. Dean crowded closer, determined to ruin that composure. He walked his face right into Cas’s, only reaching for his lips once they were already bumping together. Then he fell into it, pulled Cas toward him to get more, settled into the easy mesh of their bodies until Cas ended up knocking his knee against the bedframe with a loud thump.

They dissolved into a pile of breathy giggles, too giddy and soft to work up the energy to get frisky. Dean just shrugged off his shirt and pulled Cas closer to him. “You know you’re the best thing to ever happen to me.” Dean told him seriously. He didn’t know where it came from; it was way too mushy to even possibly be from his mind. Maybe it was something about the holiday, and the family, and the safety that all of it brought. 

“And so are you.” Cas replied simply, eyes glinting. 

“Even though I’m an asshole sometimes?” He had to ruin it. Had to put in that little bit of doubt, of insecurity. But it wouldn’t be truthful if he just swallowed it, so he let it be said.

Cas kissed his nose, which made Dean feel like a child but also like something so special and precious he didn’t complain. “Even though you’re an asshole sometimes.”

Dean snorted out a laugh and chased Cas’s lips, nipping at him in offense. He sank onto the pillow and stared at Cas where he sat up. Cas just looked down at him, adopting that alien-like quality he could still summon. “Marry me.” 

“What?”

Dean smiled fondly at him, for once not at all concerned. “I dunno, dunnit ‘boyfriends’ sound way too young to you? I mean you’re practically 5 million years old, you can’t have a boyfriend.”

Cas pursed his lips, seemingly deciding between protesting his age or agreeing to his proposal. He laid next to Dean during his decision, letting Dean watch him consider. “Suppose you’re right.” He shrugged, offering up a tiny grin. 

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Dean.”

“No, you’re supposed to say ‘Yes, yes, a thousand times yes’ and then burst into tears.” 

“Dean.”

“Hey, I don’t make the rules, that’s just how humans do it!”

“Okay, I take it back.” 

Dean laughed and pulled him into a giddy kiss. “I love you.”

“I hope so, you’re marrying me.” Cas couldn’t contain his smile anymore; he stopped trying and just stared at Dean with the kind of wonder that used to make Dean feel uncomfortable. Now, it just made him feel lucky. “I love you too.”

---

A phone rang, a bizarre ringtone Dean didn’t recognize. Sam jumped up and ran off to the map room, apologizing quickly. “What the hell, man!” Dean yelled after him and sent a look at Eileen.

Hunter call, probably. She signed. Sure enough, Sam was in the other room picking up a landline with an annoyed tone. 

He listened for a few minutes, asking follow-up questions before Dean heard him say, “Rugaru, yeah, that’s what it sounds like. Yeah, you gotta burn ‘em. Nasty, sorry. Yeah, no problem. Good luck.” He hung up and headed back into the room, signing and talking. “Sorry, hunting doesn’t care about holidays.”

“So glad we’re not doing that anymore.” Dean sighed happily, wrapping an arm around Cas. Sam smiled at him and nodded.

“Me too. I had to burn those clothes after the Rugaru thing.” He shuddered, the memory of the stench enough to make him happy for an empty stomach.

Eileen shrugged. Never had to deal with one of those. 

“Lucky.” Dean promised her. Cas nudged him, nodding toward Jack. He was shaking a wrapped box with his name on it, a look of deep concentration on his face. 

“Whaddya think it is, kid?” 

Jack shook his head. “No idea. Can I open it?” 

“Go for it.”Jack tore into it, no regard for the painted newspaper (yes, it was recycled, Cas and Sam both agreed) as he got to the box underneath. “Open the card first, heathen!” Dean joked, pointing out the card tucked onto the bottom of the thing. Jack scowled but complied, opening the card to find a nice note from him and Cas and a key taped in. 

“What’s it for?” 

Dean leaned forward, elbows on his knees, excited about this part. He had been the one who came up with it, after all. “Our place. We wanted to make it official, since you been, you know, visiting around a lot lately.” Dean turned a little pink in the cheeks. Jack had indeed been drifting between Sam and Eileen’s, Jody’s, his and Cas’s, Donna’s, and Claire and Kaia’s. But he always spent the most time at his and Cas’s house, trying to copy Dean and always ending up enjoying Cas’s hobbies more. Sam had told him a while back that Jack confided he wasn’t sure he was welcome there, not for the long term. So Dean wanted to let him know he was welcome. Except now, looking at the uncertainty on Jack’s face, he wasn’t so sure that’s what the kid wanted. “Uh, you know, you can just spend however much you want with us, but… you know.” He poked Cas desperately in the side, trying to get him to save the sentence.

“We’d like you to have a ‘home base’ with us, Jack. However often you are willing to stay.” Cas said simply. He squeezed Dean’s knee to reassure him.

Jack looked up at them with a stunned expression. “Does this mean I can take out the trash? And do the dishes?” He looked thrilled at the idea. 

Dean chuckled. “We never would’ve stopped you before, kid. But yeah, sure.” 

Sam cleared his throat, offering a smile to Jack. “That better not mean you stop coming around here though, Jack.” When Dean had called and told him his idea for the present, he’d almost teared up. His brother had come a long way with Jack. Still, he wanted to reassure his kid that he always had a home with him and Eileen too, no matter how busy he was. (And nowadays, between online classes, cataloguing lore onto an online database, and being the New Bobby, he was really busy.)

Jack jumped up, clearly about to go for a round of hugs, but Dean waved him off. “Keep going, you haven’t even gotten through one present yet.” 

Jack grinned and complied, taking a bit more time with the box. He pulled out a Scooby Doo phone case, marked for Extra Protection, with Scooby and Shaggy on the back.

“That one was my idea.” Cas told him proudly.

“I helped.” Dean piped up.

“You did not.”

“I helped you pick which case!”

“You wanted to get one with Fred and Daphne.”

“Well, yeah-”

“Not everyone has a crush on them like you do, Dean.” 

Dean flushed scarlet and went silent, pouting. Jack ignored their bickering and beamed up at Castiel. “I love it, dad. Thank you.” 

Cas looked like he could’ve gone for round 4 with the Empty with how happy he was, but he just nodded. “Of course.” 

The rest of the gifts went by with lots of shouting, laughing, smiling, and hugging. And a few tears all around. Dean got Claire a flamethrower without consulting anyone, and Cas got Kaia a rose and lavender scented pillow fragrance (“It helps ensure good dreams.”), which prompted a comment from Claire (“How’d he know you’re a pillow princess?”) that everyone pretended not to hear. Dean got Eileen a Woojer, a wearable speaker that lets you feel music’s vibrations in your body (“Because no one should have to live without Zepp available to them 24/7. Also, now you can cry with me when the sad music cues come on Dr. Sexy,” - one of their favorite activities together). 

Dean jerked a head at Sam to get him out of the room, so Sam snatched his gift while Dean detached himself from Cas. They went to the kitchen, sending a couple soft looks back at their family gathered around the tree with all their new possessions. It was nice, and they both felt it.

“So, uh, Sammy, I been thinking a lot about what to get you for Christmas and everything. I didn’t want to go with the classic-”

“Skin mag and candy bar?” 

“Yeah.”

“Well, damn, now I feel bad.” Sam mimed hiding his present (obviously bigger than a skin mag) behind his back, and Dean rolled his eyes.

“I finally got money, you know? Not a lot of it, but… I got a house and fucking, Cas, and… anyway. We’re finally doing Christmas and I wanted to do it right. And I want you to be as off-the-wall happy as I am, dude.”

Sam smiled widely, not even able to come up with a little-brother bitchy comment to that. “Thanks, Dean, that means a lot.” 

Dean cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, so, I, um, I wanna pay for your school.” Sam opened his mouth to protest but Dean held up a hand. “No, listen, I know you’ve been stressed about it, and I know you’ve been working really hard on the hunting catalogue stuff. That shit’s important. And I can pay for some crappy internet school classes. No offense.” 

Sam laughed and pulled his brother into a hug. “Thank you, man.” He said, muffled into Dean’s shoulder. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

Dean patted Sam on the back, expecting Sam to pull away, but he didn’t. “Uh, Sammy.” Sam ignored him. “Sam. Dude, get off me. I want my present.” 

Sam snorted and finally pulled away. Dean tactfully ignored the wetness of his eyes in favor of snatching the gift from Sam’s hands. He tore it open with all the grace of a rabid dog, unveiling a thick, leather bound scrapbook. “A scrapbook? Really?” Dean raised his eyebrows. “That’s gay, even for you.” 

Sam pulled a bitchface. “Who sucks their boyfriend’s dick every chance he gets?” 

Dean flipped him off. No need to argue, Sam would see right through him. It was true though. Not that he would know. Dean flipped open the cover and grinned immediately. It was Sam and Dean as kids, in a mall photo booth, being dumbasses with their tongues stuck out and their faces all crazy. Dean mooned the camera in one, and you could see the psychological scarring on Sam’s face in the next picture. A little note slapped on the page next to it said “I have more nightmares about this than about hell”. Dean laughed, glancing up at Sam before he continued. Sam’s eyes were hopeful with a glint of mischief. That was never good.

Dean flipped through the next pages. It showed them through the years, all with little notes of Sam’s internal monologue. “Grumpy because he hasn’t gotten his coffee this morning” “That’s for the itching powder incident, asshole” and more and more. There were even some pictures in there of just him that Sam had obviously taken without Dean’s knowledge, pictures of him sleeping with comments about his snoring, pictures of him singing obnoxiously in the car with jokes about ear damage. Pictures of him and Bobby shooting the shit with notes about the pair of “old men.”

Then the pictures started to change. There started to be pictures of him and Cas. Mostly just him and Cas. Standing, talking, watching TV together (this one says “angel’s first porno!” with a bunch of hearts next to it). Comments talking about personal space (“he never stands that close to ME”) and the like. One of Dean in Bobby’s panic room where Dean has a speech bubble drawn on his serious face that says “Cas, not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that, I got laid” and then just a selfie of Sam pulling his bitchiest bitch face. 

Dean turned a little red at that, recognizing his complete obliviousness at the time, and kept going. The pictures continue, lots of fun-loving pictures of them on the road and the occasional movie or bar night, Charlie and Kevin and even Crowley and Rowena. But without fail, there is picture after picture of him and Cas sharing a publicly private moment, all with little snippy comments from his little brother. More than three of those comments are “Just kiss already!!!” Dean finally looks up to see Sam crossing his arms and staring at him with a smug, self-satisfied smile. 

“When the hell did you make this?” Dean sputtered. These are a lot of pictures, Sam must’ve kept them on his crappy cell phones for years. 

Sam blinked. “I started it in 2006.” 

“No, I mean, when did you go back and add all these bitchy little comments?” 

Sam raised an eyebrow. “2006.” 

Dean blinked right back. “But you… you’ve got all these dumbass comments about me and Cas.”

His smartass little brother started to smile then, a big shit-eating grin he wanted to smack off his dumb face. “Yeah, man, you weren’t exactly smooth about it.”

“Hey, fuck you, what does that mean?” It was said in jest, but Dean’s volume control went out the window.

“Dean? Sam? Everything okay?” Cas’s voice reached them from the other room. Dean sent an offended glance back at Sam before answering.

“Yeah babe, I’m just finding out how much I wanna punch my brother in here,” 

“Okay, well, leave it till tomorrow, it’s Christmas.” 

“Nah, isn’t fighting with your family a holiday tradition?” 

“I think you’re right. Okay, continue.” 

Now Sam was just watching him with such a knowing expression it made him annoyed. He was watching him flirt with his boyfriend- no, technically, husband. Oh yeah. He lowered his voice back down to a reasonable volume to talk to just his brother again.

“Yeah, so, I should also tell you-” He closed the book and set it on the counter. “We uh… Cas and I, we’re gonna get married.” He looked down at his feet and blushed a bit, could feel the rising heat in his cheeks. Honestly, he couldn’t believe he was saying that. He was getting married. To Cas. “Obviously, you know, we can’t really, with one of us being a legally dead terrorist and the other a former angel in the body of a missing family man,” Dean and Sam both  laughed at that. “But I asked him and he said yes.” 

“You asked him?” Sam seemed more surprised by that than the actual news. Dean shrugged and nodded. “Wow. Congrats, Dean, really.” Sam pulled him in for another hug, which Dean happily returned. “Can I walk you down the aisle?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “If anyone’s getting walked down the aisle, it’s Cas. He might get distracted by a butterfly halfway down, he’ll need the guide.” 

Sam grinned. “Come on, it’s not like you weren’t always gonna give me away.” 

Dean frowned at him. “Me? Why?” 

“Dean, you’re the closest thing to a parent I ever had.” Sam says it like it’s obvious, like he isn’t forgetting about-

“You had Dad.” 

Sam raised his eyebrows and laid a hand on Dean’s shoulder, making his big brother look him in the eyes as he repeated it. “You’re the closest thing to a parent I ever had.” 

Dean wasn’t gonna get choked up. No, he wasn’t, damn it. He’d made it this far in the visit without getting choked up, he could- 

“Sam?”

Eileen appeared around the corner, making them both realize how long they’d been away from the rest. Sam looked at her apologetically, signing Sorry. Dean was just telling me he and Cas are getting married! 

Eileen turned to Dean, barely giving Dean time to process a quick congratulations sign before she enveloped him in a hug. Dean laughed and hugged her back, pulling away to sign thank you. At least he knew how to do that. 

Big church wedding? Eileen teased. 

“Only if Cas wears a poofy dress,” Dean joked back. He only knew the signs for Cas and dress, but between that and lip-reading, Eileen got it. She shook her head with a grin and grabbed Sam’s hand. They all went back into the living room and to the rest for another round of hot chocolate and a marathon of all the Home Alone movies, per request. 

------

Dean snuggled into Cas’s side and ruffled a hand through Jack’s hair and he tried to think of something more perfect than having his family all together for Christmas. He couldn’t.

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[dans-den]

Hey what's going on guys, Dan here! Today I'll be giving a review on the movie, Morbuis starring Jared Leto

WARNING: This contains spoilers about the film, you have been warned.

Straight off the bat (pun intended), I think the concept for the film could have worked and sounded like a great idea on paper. Unfortunately, the execution of the film was just not on the mark here. I would consider this the Eternals of the Sony-verse movies and what do I mean by that? I mean this film is pretty generic and predictable. The Eternals was basically just running off the same MCU formula only the most bare bone elements. Morbius followed the same formula much like Venom only more bare bones.

The cast I felt was an A-team cast, you had Jared Leto, Matt Smith, Tyrese Gibson, Jared Harris, Adria Arjona and so much acting talent on this movie. Yet, the characters hardly show any emotion to the scenes. It's like they were robotic and the only ones who put effort into their roles were Jared Leto, Al Madrigal (who plays one of the detectives, Rodriguez) and maybe Matt Smith. I've seen each one of these guys act in different movies and they can all act but this movie here just seemed as lifeless and void of all emotion much like the actual undead. I feel especially bad for Jared Leto because he's a great actor but for some reason these comic book superhero movies are just his kryptonite man. His performance as the Joker from the 2016 Suicide Squad movie was already considered his worse performance, but this could possibly be a close second in the Morbius movie. It may not even be superhero movies that he has trouble with, if you've seen the Snyder Cut of the Justice League, you'll see that he's playing the Joker again but his performance there is 10x better than the Suicide Squad movie. So this makes me believe that if given to the right director and crew, he can put on a great and memorable performance. That is not the case here however, Daniel Espinosa really fucked up what could had been a potentially great movie and I don't know why he was trusted with this film. I saw his other works and it looks like to me that this was not the right man for the task, Sony should have brought in someone like Matt Reeves or Zack Snyder to handle this film rather than someone who seems like they've never touched a comic book.

Now let me get to the actual film, the film itself was admittedly pretty alright. I wouldn't consider it great or god awful, it's more like somewhere in the middle to just about average, like generically average. The plot of the movie was like someone mixing the plots of The Hulk and Dracula Untold into one and this was the result of this Frankenstein experiment. It was as generic and bare-bone to the point where I knew what they were gonna say and what was gonna happen before they even did or said it. Like at the beginning they ask Morbius in Costa Rica "you need a Doctor?" and his response is "I am a Doctor." or when he says "I need to drink....." and it was like Dora the explora I responded with "Blood." and he said "Blood.". There was also the scene were Dr Martine was suppose to die, but she ends up becoming a vampire herself in the end of the movie and I knew they wouldn't kill her off. The writing here was just as generic and dare I say as lazy as it could be. My last complaint about the Plot is that it feels so rushed, there's a scene where the doctor played by Jared Harris who takes care of Matt Smith's character Loxias (Milo is his nickname in the film) is killed by Loxias and when Morbius arrives, the doctor immediately dies but in most half baked way, like he just mutters his last lines.

The editing was another thing poorly done in this movie, this was The Hulk levels of poor editing in the scenes because it would have the characters talking to one another but with another scene of them doing something else like experiments and lab work. There were also the boat scene where Morbius experiments on himself and he becomes the Vampire creature he is and start slaughtering the crew while Dr. Martine is unconscious and I actually thought that scene was entertaining and savage to watch but I had this suspicious feeling that it was suppose to be more gruesome. There are scenes of Morbius slashing their throats with his claws and you can see that these guys are choking on their own blood, but they never show them bleeding or really coughing it up or the cut marks since the guy is covering it. This makes me think this movie was suppose to be more gory and brutal like it was suppose to be a rated R film but they decided against that last minute and changed it into a more PG-13 film which would explain those scenes being the way they are. If this was the case, then they should have kept it R rated, I would have liked to have seen a gorier version of this film. I think they had this issue with Venom as well but it was more well done than how it was done in Morbius.

On to the special effects and CGI used, I think the special effects were my favorite part of the film but even those are done questionably at times. Like the fight scenes are pretty cool at times but they do it like its the Matrix, most of it is in Slow-Mo or done fast af that if you blink you miss it. There was also the times where Morbius and Loxias would show their vampire faces and it would look like that scary snapchat filter from mid 2010's that Obama used in that parody video years back. Then there was the scenes with the swarm of bats Morbius used to fight Loxias in the final battle where the bats were controlled by him, that reminded me of Dracula Untold and it was pretty cool I always like that concept of Vampires to control bats to your whim. My favorite scenes are where he uses his bat sonar abilities and his eyes would go hazy and the echo location waves would pop up and remove all sounds around him. That's another ability of Vampires I always thought was pretty cool.

Overall, I think the movie was alright but it just wasn't as good as everyone was hoping. It seemed rushed and the sad part is they could have done a better job with it because this was originally slated for 2020 but the Pandemic pushed it back to 2022 and they could have used that time to improve the movie but they didn't go that route and they squandered this movies potential. I also want to confirm there are two post credit scenes so stick around for those if you're gonna watch it.

Rating this film, I would give it:

5/10

That may sound a bit high considering all I had to say but again, this film is not really awful, it's just generic and the concept was great but the execution fell short. I would not recommend buying the 10, 12 or 14 dollar ticket to see this movie I don't think it's worth that price of admission. If you have a rewards program like my date did to see this film for free or cheaper than I'd recommend that instead. If not, then wait for the film to come out of Redbox in a few months so you can rent it for 1.99.

That's all I have to say, see ya!

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