#l-bomb

[dontlikemelons]

influence II reader x dream

(please only consume this content if you are 18+, this fic contains sexual themes that may not be the most appropriate for younger audiences. thank you!)

it’s my first post! im still very much testing out the waters with my writing style, so i am totally open to any (constructive) criticisms you guys have (ex. nicknames you’d like me to use, certain things you’d like me to write about,etc.) i hope you enjoy! 

- mel (a.k.a. melons 🍉)

Clay has been on a call, talking with George and Nick for a while since you got home. Usually, you’re understanding about the hours that go into the behind-the-scenes of his channels -- even encouraging him to work when he’d rather spend the days cuddled in the Florida apartment you share. This time, however, you’re not having a good day. After countless incidents with stubborn customers and a run in with some family you’d distanced yourself from, all you could think about was getting home to Clay and Patches. When you got home though, he seemed too preoccupied to even say “hi”. You hopped in the shower, hoping that he’d be a bit more attentive by the time you were done. After finishing your shower and changing into comfier clothes, you go to ask him if he’s nearly done. Surprisingly, you’re only met with a cold “no” and nothing else. You leave and go to the bedroom, annoyed with his sudden coldness towards you. 

Clay notices your stiffness in response to him. “Shit- one sec guys, sorry. I think y/n’s mad at me. I, uh, I think I should log off for the night anyway, we’ll finish this tomorrow. George, make sure the coding for the video is all set please. I’ll talk to you guys later.” He quickly moves from his chair to the closed bedroom door. Concerned, he tries to apologize. “y/n? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be so harsh. We’ve just been working on the code for this video all day and-”

 You stand about a foot away from the mirror, arms crossed, facing away from him. Noticing your bothered demeanor, he starts to walk towards you. His footsteps were firm and purposeful, but soft. He knew that heavy footsteps made you nervous and he didn’t want to make you even more upset than you already seemed. 

“y/n? Little flower...” he says in a somewhat soft and teasing tone -- he knew you had a weak spot for that nickname. You feel your hair stand on edge as he approaches you from behind, his brooding figure towering over you in the mirror you now share. You try to keep looking down, but can’t help but shoot him a glance in the reflection. This glance shows the both of you that there’s more than just anger on your mind.

“Oh, c’mon now, look at me. You know how I love those gorgeous eyes of yours.” His arm snakes around your waist, grips your left hip and spins you to face him. As he steps closer, you step further, determined to maintain your authority. Soon enough, your upper back meets the cool mirror you were just staring into. He reaches out with his pointer finger, tilting your chin upwards to meet his gaze. “Chin up for me, baby.”

For a moment, you forget that you’re supposed to be angry with him. You drown in his glare, swimming in his olive green eyes and taking in the universe that seemed to exist behind them. “There’s my baby, just look into my eyes,” he says, noticing the sudden softness in you. “See the love I have for you, I know you can feel it.” You snap out of it, but as you try to look away, his hand moves to the back of your head to keep you where you are. He thinks for a moment before speaking, his thumb narrowly brushing your cheekbone and the area under your left eye. You love when he makes his thinking face, when you can see the gears in his beautiful mind turning. Even more, the anticipation of what he’s going to say next.

He moves his right hand from the nape of your neck to match the other, which is firmly planted on the wall on the other side of your head. “You try to act like this stubborn little thing, like you’re looking for a reaction. I know you’re not bitter like this, and when you are it probably means you’ve had a bad day. Even so, this whole act you’ve got going is a bit more exaggerated than it usually is.” Shit. You really were frustrated, and you know your feelings were valid. But at the same time, you know that your stress can sometimes require more...sensual coping mechanisms. 

“Your stress tends to make you a little more bratty from what I’ve seen. All this while I know that the only thing I have to do is whisper a couple special words into your ear and slowly...run my fingers...down your body…” He trails off in thought, tracing your body in a way that sends goosebumps spiraling everywhere. He starts to lower his voice to a tone that he knows is another weakness of yours, and continues his sentence. “...And you’ll be melting at my touch. Isn’t that right baby? Show me how you melt for me, you know how I love it.” As your eyes flutter closed, you can feel your knees go weak and your head spin at his words. He lowers himself to be at eye level with your waist, running his hands down the back of your thighs. 

“You...You know exactly what you're doing don’t you? I-I’m supposed to be mad at you here. You’re being incredibly i-inconsiderate right now-” you struggle to exclaim, losing the sharpness you intended to add with those words. 

He whispers, “Oh am I?” Noticing the faltering in your knees, he tightens his grip. As he slowly moves his hands back up towards your back, your legs give out. When you fall to your knees, he stands and looks down at you with an air of satisfaction in what he’s accomplished.

“Look at you. My little mess, not even able to stand after my hands make contact with your skin. When I asked you to show me how you melt for me, I didn’t think you would actually end up on the ground but...I do like looking at you from this angle.” You feel yourself getting wet and look up at him, face red from embarrassment. He can tell by the look on your face (and the small squeal that you happened to let out as you fell) that you’re unsure of what to do. He kneels back down beside you, placing his hand by your crotch, where you knew he’d feel the heat and dampness radiating from your core. 

“My goodness, already a whimpering mess for me,” he says, tucking a bit of hair that fell into your face behind your ear with his free hand. Seeing your fluttering eyes, he slowly and teasingly inches his fingers closer to your clit, noticing the wet patch on your underwear. “Oh, what’s this? A puddle forming already? Poor little flower, do you want me to help with that?” You nod, prompting him to pick you up bridal-style and carry you to the bed.

“T-thank you,” you mutter quietly. 

“Of course, baby, anything for you,” he whispers. “You know how much I love you. Now, relax and breathe steady for me. I’ll be expecting more from where all that came from…”

[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: New Years Kiss

*Not my GIF* 

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader/Yn, Mention of Dean 

Pov: Sam 

Warnings: kisses, new relationship, wholesome, cuteness , overall fluff, L-bomb. 

Summary: It being the new year, you and sam sit down to watch the new york ball drop at 12am. But what happens when you kiss him? 

Word Count: 1,159 

December 31st, 2020

Dean had left for the night, saying something about needed to go drink and check out the local girls once more. This year had been rough for all 3 of us. I’d had a hard time staying on my diet and staying mentally healthy as well.

Y/n had troubles with the fact for a long while we were stuck at home, stuck from saving people. Dean was just sexually frustrated, my brother just needed to be fucked that was the simple way of saying it.

I had had a school-boy crush on Y/n since we had first met. Her personality much like my own, her smarts, her snarky remarks to Dean and me, her beautiful body, her features that made you just want to smile much like she always did. During the year, this school-boy crush had only grown being in the same room with her would only make it worse to control.

I don’t think that she had noticed it, and if she had she hadn’t said anything to me or Dean. At the beginning of the year, I had fallen into a great depression upset with how things were panning out, she was always there for me. She’d bring stupid little games, she’d bring all my favorite books from the library, cook every night and cook all my favorite meals, and sometimes after a long day of reading in my room, Y/n would fall asleep cuddled into my arms and in my bed.

Eventually, she was able to kick me out of my depressed state. Her laughs and smile forcing me to be overall happy. And then during the late summer of this year, she lost her happy smiles, loud laughs, and beaming nature. She locked herself away in her room she wouldn’t eat forcing everyone out. I’d knock on her door and I’d either get a “Go away”, Or nothing.

I knew something was wrong, but what she didn’t realize was that I was going to figure it out what was wrong and quickly. So at one point, I caught her out of her room. I grabbed her by the shoulder turning her attention towards me. “Sam, please let me go.” Her voice so timid and quiet something that I wasn’t used to.

“Y/n... All I’m asking is that you let me help you as you helped me” I pleaded with her, she eventually gave in to me. Her body falling limp against my taller frame, I wrapped my arms around her and let her use me as an emotional takeaway.  When I felt like it was right I spoke “Y/n do you want to go eat? Or maybe you want to watch some tv show? You know what scratch that how about we just go lie down, sleep this all off?” I asked.

She hummed. Y/n’s cheeks were red from crying. “I’m sorry about your shirt, Sammy.” She said has we walked into my room, my bed was comfy. She fell in and fell asleep quicker than I thought. Again her body cuddled into mine, her body heat immersing my own.

So this brings us back to December 31st. Her eyes were stuck to the tv, new york looked cold and bright. My eyes though weren't on the tv, they were stuck on a beautiful face. Y/n wide eyes, and childish smile not to mention her giddy nature.

“Sam, you honestly need to find a case in new york!” Y/n said has a commercial came on screen. I chuckled. “ I guess. Do you wanna see new york?” I asked. “Yeah, Sam I’ve never been. Can you believe it?” I rolled my eyes. “ Y/n it’s back on,” I said pointing to the tv. Y/n turned back around her attention now fulling back on the tv.

The guy on the screen was speaking. “this year had been a roller coaster, but let’s listen to our last performer before the New year is here. I hadn’t kept up with recent famous singers. Apparently, Y/n knew who she was though “Oh, shit that’s Billie Eilish!” She screamed, and then looked over at me “Sorry” then this Billie person started singing a song

Y/n had forced me and herself into dressing up for the new year Not like we were going anywhere, but to be honest it was rather cute. I dressed up in a pair of dark blue jeans and red flannel. Y/n on the other hand had put little makeup on, a pair of pearl earrings, and a green shorts sparkle dress, paired with a pair of slippers.

“Nice slippers!” I said when she walked. “Really, you didn’t even dress up that much, Moose!” Y/n said punching me in the shoulder. “I do like the color on you bring your eyes out, short stuff,” I said walking towards the couch.  

Y/n always did have a hard time fully keeping herself together. The person had finished singing and on the screen, it looked like they were finally starting the count down. Y/n sat back down sitting closer to me, I left it alone though knowing that it was rather cold.

Y/n grabbed my hand, shaking it when it started getting closer. “Count with me, Sam?” Y/n asked. I hummed instead of answering her. Spending this time with her was perfect.

“10″ she said looking at me.

“9″ I looked down at her lips.

“8″ Y/n said smiling big at me.

“7″ I said licking my own lips.

“6″ Y/n said looking at my lips now.

“5″ I said winking at her even though she wasn’t that far from me

“4″ She said “Thank you for everything

“3″ I smiled “Of course, anything for you Y/n”

“2″ Y/n said.

“1, happy ne.” I said, but before I could say much of anything else Y/n said “I love you, Sam. Happy new year” and kissed me. It was a quick short kiss, almost like a test kiss. She released me and look over at the tv.

January 1st, 2021

“Thank you for the new year kiss, Now come back here!” I said. I grabbed her hand pulling her into my lap kissing her harder this time. Fireworks from the outside world could be heard and from the tv. I kept my lips on hers till my need for air was so overpowering.

My hands were on her hips, hers in my hair, her hips grinding against me, and my hands only enforced for more. Biting of lips and moans escaping between the two of us. Sadly neither one of us noticed that Dean had come home. He had so rudely interrupted our makeout session “Fucking finally! Took you two long enough.” He said and then walked to his bedroom “Happy new year you two” and then slammed his door.

“Let us start this new year off good? What do you say?” Y/n said, getting off my lap and dragging me behind her, to her bedroom door.

Completed: 01/02/2021

[mori-exe]

I Love You - Bret Hart

A/N: This was inspired as I was reading his autobiography and the fact that I need much more Bret love in my life. Set in the early days of The Hart Foundation.

Not sure who to tag but I hope you all enjoy. :)

@monstersmaid @riottkick @theoldwweattitude @spniv

Being with Bret was a real mixed bag of things. I had to deal with him and Jim's antics while ringside, playing valet for shows, but away from the ring, he was a completely different guy. Many people, my family especially, were surprised when they met him. This intimidating and often cold seeming man was surprisingly soft and gentle with me by his side, at least away from the ring that is. I was he and his partner's valet. I served as an intentional distraction to their opponents and "eye candy" for the fans, as bigwigs in the company once stated. Bret hated that. He hated for anyone to objectify me and the minute he heard the old kook tell me that my body alone could "knock soldiers and bozos from their posts" I could see his eyes grow darker. I grabbed his rough, calloused hands and gave him a nod. Later I reassured him that I didn't mind.

 "Just as long as those fans don't give you any trouble, I guess I don't mind either." He said to me that night. He kissed me softly and held my hand. "You're a good girl Mitzi." Blush creeped on my cheeks at the name. No one called me that. First name, sure, but my middle name was easier on the tongue and mind, but not Bret. To him, Mitzi had spunk and Rose seemed to open old wounds of his. He called it cute, but unfitting, with a look in his eyes that gave his heart's true meaning away. Bret never liked to talk of past relationships, but that was fine by me most of the time, I was curious, but I of all people knew what scars and pain a failed relationship could leave. I never pushed, besides, we were often too in love to care anyways.

 He was almost always touching me. Walking to the ring, he had a hand on my waist and after the matches he'd hug me and hold my hand on the way to the locker room. Back around the guys, he'd have me situated on his lap while they drank and talked about the night. His hand would lay lightly on my thigh and just before the arena shut down, when the guys left, he'd let me up to change. I'd change quickly, into one of his shirts and sweatpants, while he kept a check on the door, occasionally looking back and letting his eyes linger a bit too long on my frame. When we got back to a random low-brow, motel in an off the grid town in the winter. We'd nestle into each other for warmth. This was the routine after shows. 

 On days off we'd typically visit with his family in Calgary. The easiest people to get on with were his brothers, especially the youngest, Owen. He was the sweetest, and a jokester. I shared loads of laughs with him. One particular week, Bret suggested we visit my family for the days off. My family lived in a rural town in the US. It would be a long road trip but we'd survive. We visited a day with Stu and Helen in their mansion before saying our goodbyes and heading into the states to see my long awaiting family. 

 When my family met Bret, they were surprised to say the least. Bret wore a soft, pastel colored shirt and regular old blue jeans. His hair was down, soft and wavy, falling over his shoulders. He looked like a typical guy with longer hair and a bulky frame. My parents were decently impressed by Bret. His shy and gentle nature, but willingness to talk and laugh when the time called for it won them over. We stayed for three days and then it was back on the road. My dad and Bret had become incredibly close over those days despite their certainly differing opinions on challenging subjects.

 On the road again. I stared out of the SUV's tinted window as we drove to yet another motel in the middle of nowhere. Bret was driving, his hand on my knee per usual and mine over top of it, providing my warmth as we made our way through the country side. We checked into the sleazy joint. It had a surprisingly comfortable bed. We stayed in one room and snuggled up to each other like long separated puppies, seeing each other for the first time. Bret's arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer as I laid parallel to him.

 "You're so beautiful Mitzi." Even in the dim lighting of the dingy room, I could see his eyes staring into mine. Wide and dark. Admiring me. I would never tire of how he looked at me. Seemingly longing for my promise to stay forever. 

 "Those eye's Mitz." He leaned in a kissed my forehead and his eyes glistened with love.

 "I love you Bret, always will." I said with a smile. He grinned back at me softly and nestled his head into my chest. I was one of the only people he allowed himself to be raw and vulnerable with and I appreciated that wholeheartedly. In his short life, so far, he had been through so much. Lost friends, failed relationships, and the addiction plague that struck many in the wrestling world. I genuinely fell in love with him and I couldn't bear to see him upset, but it was better than him burying everything under a tough exterior like many men of his time were taught to do.

 "I love you too Mitzi." He whispered into the crevice of my neck. It was the first time he had muttered those words.

[prosebyday]

I don’t mean to alarm you but you really should take shelter the L-bombs are soon dropping and you're best off to surrender. I know you think you're strong enough to keep these walls from coming down but it's different, once unleashed, love could destroy our town.

Grazia Curcuru

[cloudedsunshines]

I was tagged by @cabesmeadow Rules: 1. Post your lockscreen: pastel fan art of Holtz 2. The last music you listened to: I like classical music fite me 3. Homescreen: pinky purple fan art of the Hogwarts crest 4. Last selfie: me and one of my best friends at our theatre party hahaha I tag: @yayhobi @youtube-jpeg and anyone else

[soaptunes]

7/29/15 l-bomb - roll with it

i heard this song on a levi’s commercial. how they found this song, i have no idea. do they just troll the depths of spotify and soundcloud for fucking awesome obscure synthrock tracks? damn. love the filter on the guitar here. l-bomb are a team of a guitarist and a producer, and that’s a matchup that rarely fails. this is a fun ep, i implore you to check it out. each track brings something different

more l-bomb rise and shine shit like this

[hethcakes]

On the real though....

When Tyler texts me his goodnight text I just wanna be able to say back “love you too, goodnight” but I can’t cause the L-bomb hasn’t been dropped yet and that makes me sad. I know he does because of his words and actions, but I just want him to say it. It’s so simple, only three words, he can do that

[gwenresays-blog]

L-Bomb

So the guy I'm kind of seeing dropped the L-bomb earlier and I think he got a little upset when I didn't say it back. I know it's hard being the first one to put it out there, but if the person you are with doesn't say it back you can't be upset if the person your with doesn't immediately parrot the words back. Wouldn't you rather it come from the heart? Maybe it's just me, and I'm the only one that feels this way... 

Gwenre says: Don't turn something sweet and meaningful into an obligation. Be patient and you will be rewarded~