15 minutes to midnight


FFXV WEEK – 8/14 | DAY TWO – Episode Gladiolus
——- >>> Episode Gladi-Oh My Lord, He’s Attractive


It was New Year’s Eve and Lydia was throwing a giant party. Everyone was there, including you, even though you would rather be at home watching Netflix.

The night was drawing towards midnight, 15 minutes to go. You could see the couples getting closer to each other and singletons who were seeking out other singletons to kiss when the ball drop. You on the other were not bothered if you ended up kissing someone at midnight or not.

Whatever happens, happens.

You were trying to find your friends, not one of them were in sight.

“Hey! Y/n!” Called a familiar voice.

“Brett? Hi! Have you seen Lydia or anyone? ” you questioned

He replied “ She’s kinda occupied, if you know what I mean”

“Okay ew I don’t need to know any more”

You and Brett continued chatting, only realising how long your conversation had been when the count down started,


“This is it” you said smiling


“2017 here we come!” Brett cheered

8, 7, 6, 5,

Brett looked at you, “Can I try something?”


“Sure!” You replied


“Okay” he said

“2!, 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!” You both screamed along with everyone else,

And with that said Brett took hold of your waist, pulled you closer and placed his lips upon yours.

Solace (M)

(Gif not mine)


Rated (M) for slightly suggestive content and mature themes

Genre: angst, fluff

“Just stay home tonight.”

You finished tying your hair up before looking up to the mirror in front of you. A smile spread across your face when you saw your boyfriend, Mark standing behind you in the reflection. He was shirtless, wearing only loose basketball shorts and a snapback that held his hair out of his face.

“I can’t,” you sighed as you took a makeup brush off the bathroom counter and swiped it across your blush palette. “I have a late shift at work.”

“Call in sick,” Mark slyly suggested while wrapping his arms around you from behind, making sure to squeeze you tight. “Say you have the flu or something.” He added before placing kisses along your shoulders.

You giggled while you applied blush onto the apples of your cheeks, casually enjoying the tingling feeling of his soft lips on your skin. “As convincing as that sounds, I don’t have any more off days.” You replied while you felt him sink his teeth down on your skin, nibbling on the edge of your neck. You bit your lip from the pleasure and Mark continued with his satisfying actions before speaking up.

“Mmm, why don’t you have any days left?” He innocently asked, allowing you to feel his cool breath against your warm skin.

You finished applying your makeup and set it down on the counter before turning around to see his handsome face. His sharp features and dark colored eyes glistened under the light of the vanity mirror. Mark shot you a teasing smile when you faced him, allowing you to get a glimpse of his tongue piercing and shiny teeth.

You’re the reason I don’t have any more off days,” you stated, throwing your arms around his neck. “I’ve called in so many times so I can stay with you.”

He chuckled, “Baby you make it sound like a bad thing…didn’t I make those times worth it?”

You felt your face heat up at the thought of the steamy nights you two had on your ‘sick days’. You had to admit, calling in sick all the time just to stay the night with your boyfriend wasn’t professional and quite stupid on your part.

But it was sure as hell fun.

“Eh~,” you teased in response and he faked a gasp, looking rather offended before tilting his head down and kissing you hard. Closing your eyes, you were rather quick to respond as soon as you felt the softness of his smooth lips against yours. You felt your body become trapped against his as he grasped the wall behind you – keeping you beneath him while his tongue dragged across your bottom lip, begging for entrance until you parted your lips for him.

As soon as you did you felt the coolness of his silver piercing against your mouth. You ran your own tongue over it, feeling the metal on your muscle as he continued to kiss you with such passion and ease.

You jumped in surprise as your boyfriend suddenly gripped your ass under your skirt, causing him to chuckle within the kiss as you playfully smacked his shoulder. “How about we make this a quickie.” He offered between kisses before seductively dragging his finger down your lip. “You won’t miss your shift, I promise.”

You looked at him as you parted your lips further, ready to take his offer before glancing at the time on your phone.

And with all good things, they had to come to an end as you remembered you had to leave for work in only a couple of minutes.

Mark groaned when you suddenly pulled away – giving you a displeased look and wishing you would give in so you two could then finish what you started on his bed this time.

“As tempting as that sounds…I have to leave already,” you breathed against his lips and he let out an annoyed sigh as you walked out of the bathroom.

“Fine.” Mark pouted, “But I’m driving you.” He announced as he grabbed a white t-shirt from one of the drawers.

“It’s only two blocks away,” you commented while you stood in the front doorway, fixing the last few buttons on your uniform. “I can just walk.”

Your boyfriend shot you a dumbfounded look as he walked towards you clothed and with his keys, “Babe.” He huffed. “It’s dark outside and there’s creeps out there. I’m not going to let you walk to work this late. Besides…I was going to pick you up and surprise you anyways.” He shyly admitted.

You smiled and stepped towards him, “Aw you’re such a good boyfriend.” You cooed before giving him a small peck on the lips.

“The best boyfriend,” Mark corrected with a grin and kissed you again.

You laughed when you saw he had some pink lipstick stuck on his lips from your earlier endeavors. “Also a pretty boyfriend,” you commented while pointing to his lips. Realizing what you meant, he narrowed his eyebrows and quickly wiped the color from his mouth until it was completely gone.

“What a shame, I thought pastel pink really suited you.” You smirked and he couldn’t help but laugh as you two walked out the door.

You bid your boyfriend goodbye as he pulled up to the front of the restaurant you worked at. It was Friday night and the place was booming with people, meaning you could hear the chatter and music from outside.

“Your shift ends at midnight right?” Mark cautiously asked from the driver’s seat while glaring at all the people standing outside.

“Yeah,” you answered and he nodded his head.

“Alright, I’ll be in the front to pick you up then.” Mark promised with a confident tone. “I’ll see you then baby girl.” He added and you leaned in to give him one last kiss before opening the door and getting out of his car.

“Y/N table five is still waiting on their order!” Kevin, your manager called out from the kitchen. You finished refilling another customer’s drink before rushing to the back and grabbing the forgotten order of food.

“Sorry about that,” you politely said as you placed baskets of hot wings and curly fries in front of the customers at table five.

“It’s okay, it’s really busy tonight.” A woman from the table replied with a smile before you grabbed a pitcher of water and refilled her glass. As soon as you were done catering to that table, you swiftly moved around to the other tables in your designated area and made sure they were all taken care of.

You found yourself bringing beer after beer as tonight was game night, which meant people were drunk and screaming like maniacs for their favorite teams. “Move out of the way lady!” You heard a man shout at you from a table nearby, angry that you were standing in front of one of the flat screens as you refilled a beer.

“Sorry,” you mumbled before quickly grabbing the drink and scurrying out of the way.

“Hey baby, we need another round.” Another man, clearly looking drunk called out to you when you passed by him and his buddies. They were all holding their empty beer glasses up, motioning for you to refill them.

You hesitated before going towards them and grabbing their glasses. Their table wasn’t in your designated area but in that moment you decided doing a quick refill wouldn’t hurt anyone as their waiter was nowhere to be seen.

“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing,” the same man added with a stupid grin plastered on his red face. You noticed the name tag on his shirt read, Louis. He had greasy hair and looked to be about eight or ten years older than you.

His friends held the same appearance and were all wearing expensive dress shirts and loosened ties, most likely from work as they seemed to be the type to stop and drink straight afterwards.

You ignored Louis’ comment as you grabbed the last glass before he spoke up again. “I would do anything to have a pretty girl like you for a night.” He added and all of his friends stared at you with eerie smirks.

“Um, no thanks.” You sassed with a disgusted look before turning to walk away.

But just as you did, you felt a sudden yank to your body as Louis grabbed your arm. “Hey! Let go of me!” You loudly demanded and within seconds your manager came rushing over and pulled the man away from you.

“Get out of my restaurant!” Kevin shouted to the drunken idiots while he pointed towards the front door. “Awe, c’mon. We were just having some fun,” Louis argued as he stood up with his hands up in the air.

Not wanting to hear anymore, Kevin raised his voice. “I’ll call the cops if you don’t leave!” He threatened one last time before the drunk gang of men proceeded to unsteadily walk out of the restaurant.

“Idiots these days,” Kevin further scolded while looking at them and shaking his head in disgust. Looking around, you could see other customers gawking at the scene before continuing to drink while the last commercial finished and the game came back on.

With the rude men now gone, you returned to your fulfilling your shift with much more ease and by near closing time, the crowd had died down as the game was finally over – with only one customer now left at the bar.

You continued cleaning your designated area, taking the last few empty plates to the dishwasher before Kevin stopped you. “Y/N you can leave early once you’re done.” He informed from beside the bar. “I’ll take care of this last customer.”

“Really? Thanks.” You grinned while taking off your nametag and untying your apron from around your waist. You grabbed your belongings from the back lockers and saw it was now only 15 minutes until midnight, which meant Mark would be back to pick you up soon.

With a quick bid goodbye to your manager, you wasted no time in rushing out of the restaurant and closing the door behind you. The cool wind nipped at your skin as soon as you stood outside in front of the building.

You were faced with an empty parking lot and the view of an unusually not-so starry sky. Looking ahead, you could see the street lights on the other side of the road were unfavorably dim while others were blinking uncontrollably.

Sounds of the wind whistling were heard as you leaned against the brick wall, tapping one foot against the concrete floor while you waited for your boyfriend to arrive. You could hear the faint sound of crickets in the plants nearby, strumming their night melodies while you looked back up to the sky. It was a waning crescent moon tonight – just as the news had predicted. You found yourself in awe, gazing up at the light that was surrounded by darkness.

That was until you heard footsteps.

At first you didn’t pay much attention to the sound, assuming it to be the last customer of the night walking to his car.

However as the sound grew nearer, you soon realized you were wrong.

The footsteps began to grow louder and ragged, sounding like more than one pair of feet as it quickly turned into shuffling and scattering across the sidewalk ground.

And it was at that moment you finally looked towards the noise.

It was coming from across the street, with figures hidden beneath the shadows of trees and darkness of the night. You stared ahead, trying to see who was standing over there as you squinted your eyes for a better focus.

The only light available to you was the moon from above and the few dying lamp posts that gave you a chance to see only when they flashed on for a mere five seconds.

And it was at that moment you caught sight of who was standing on the other end. You felt your heart drop as there, standing under one of the dim lamp post, was Louis and his group of drunken men from earlier.

And they were staring straight at you.

However, only this time they weren’t being the loud, obnoxious jerks from earlier, no. Instead they were all silent, merely uttering a thing or two to each other while still looking over at you from the other side of the road.

And each time the lamp posts would flicker off, you could feel a cold shiver running down your spine – making its way through your body and causing goosebumps to form on your skin. You wanted to run back inside – to run towards safety while your manager was still there but as soon as you tried, you couldn’t. It was as if your feet were glued to the floor, not allowing you to move from your current spot as you could suddenly feel all your muscles tense up in fear.

So at that moment all you could do was stare back at them. Biting down on your bottom lip hard, you attempted to keep a straight face despite your trembling features. For a second the men seemed to stop coming near you as they all stayed huddled near the flickering lights.

While keeping your eyes on them, you shoved your hand inside your bag, nervously fishing for your phone until you saw one of them pick up a rock and throw it at the light bulb from above, knocking it out and continuing to hit them all one by one.

And that’s when everything went pitch black.  

With a shriek, your trembling hands were scrounging through the bag, feeling for the phone while your eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness.

But just as that ounce of hope sparked in you when you retrieved the phone, you could hear the footsteps again.

And they were only getting closer.

With the poor lighting of your phone, you found your way to the door, banging on it with all the adrenaline now piercing through your veins when you realized Kevin had locked it up for the night. “Kevin!” You shouted, hoping he would hear you. “Kevin! Open the door please!”

The footsteps were growing closer as you kept frantically smashing your fist against the door. You dared to turn back – feeling numb in the face as you saw they were now running towards you. With no time to spare, you regretfully left the restaurant door, running around towards the back entrance as you could hear numerous cat calls throughout the silence of the night. The things they were yelling at you were disgusting, coming from men who thought of you like some play toy rather than a human being.

Running around the back corner you found the other door, wasting no time in trying to open it until you realized it too was locked. “Kevin!” You called out. “Is anybody in there? It’s Y/N. Open the door please!” You begged as you were on the verge of tears while simultaneously dialing emergency on your phone.

“Hello, 9-1-1 what’s your emergency?” The operator calmly asked from the other end.

But just as you proceeded to speak, the line suddenly shut off. “Hello? Hello?” You repeated frantically before taking a glance at your phone screen.

And when you did, you caught a glimpse of the 1% at the top right corner just before it shut off.  “No…” you whimpered as you frantically pressed the power button – trying to somehow regain battery power as you continuously finagled with the damn thing.

“Well look who it is, boys,” a haunting voice boomed behind you.

You felt yourself snap around to face the predator as you heard more footsteps coming near. Under the dim moonlight you could see a few figures standing in front of you, standing tall and wide as they neared your presence. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here all alone at night?” Louis asked in a taunting tone, coming closer as the others circled around you like a pack of lions.

You smacked his hand away as he held a finger up to your cheek before trying to push past the group. “Not so fast,” he called as two of his friends pushed you back in the circle. “Don’t touch me!” You hissed at them, attempting to leave again before you felt a harsh yank onto your hair. “Hey I wasn’t don’t talking to you!” The man shouted, his voice laced with alcohol and drunken anger as he forcefully pulled you back to him.

Your back collided with his chest and he spun you around to face him – gripping both your wrists with his large hand as he refrained you from attacking him. “Little bitch! You’re the one that got us kicked out earlier!” He spat until you stomped on his foot and elbowed him in the stomach.

He let out a groan in pain before yanking his hand back and slapping you firm across the cheek, causing you to fall back as you screamed out. You felt your back hit against the hard ground, skidding your elbows and forearms against the gravel of the parking lot as you tried to cushion your fall.

Louis then got on top of you, holding your bruised wrists above your head as he played with your hair, twirling strands of it between his dirty fingers. “Let go of me!” You screamed as tears began to pool in your eyes. “Please just leave me alone.”

But despite your desperate cries, you could hear the Louis’ friends in the background laughing and pointing till their hearts content. You wondered how a group could be so cruel, so vicious to stand there and laugh at you as you screamed for dear life.

“Shut up!” Louis urged, placing his hand over your mouth as he eyed the buttons of your uniform shirt. You screamed again and again, watching as he licked his lips disgustingly.

With all your strength and adrenaline you tried to fight him off, kicking your legs and hips up in a desperate attempt to hurt him and somehow get off the ground.

But as you laid there struggling, more tears streamed down your face as you began to think this was it. There was no physical way you were going to be able to break free from this man…and even if you did, where would you go? His friends were all circling you, acting like a group of hungry hyenas just waiting for their prey to be released.

And it was at that moment that you shut your eyes, wishing not to suffer before you suddenly heard a loud bone cracking sound.

The sound was soon followed by silence as the laughter had quickly stopped – being replaced by curses and yelling soon afterwards. Your eyes shot open as soon as you felt the weight off of you and you were met with the sight of your boyfriend, Mark.

“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Mark screamed, proceeding to kick Louis on the ground as the other men shouted at him. Looking beside you, you saw Louis was profusely bleeding from the mouth, catching a glimpse of his stained teeth as the blood ran down his chin and onto his clothes.

“Fuck you prick!” Louis spat before Mark furiously kicked him again, using more force until Louis coughed out more blood.

Within seconds Louis’ gang of friends started charging towards the two of you, with some grabbing scraps of sharp broken glass from a garbage nearby and rushing forward.

In a 6 vs. 1 fight, Mark knew he couldn’t defend the two of you and instead helped you up, exclaiming an urgent “Let’s go!” while he grabbed your hand and quickly led you away with him.

The two of you ran as fast as you possibly could, with the men all hot on your trails as they chased you. As soon as Mark let go, you ran to the passenger side of the car – racing to open the door as Mark struggled to retrieve his keys from his pocket.

But just as he did, you screamed as one of the men caught up to him, launching forward and hitting your boyfriend on the back of the head with a metal bar. You watched in horror as your boyfriend fell to the ground, laying there lifeless as blood gushed from the back of his head before the man raised up the bar to hit him again.

“NO!” Your voice shrilled as you screamed at the top of your lungs. “NO! STOP PLEASE!” You continued hysterically before you suddenly felt shaken by the hands of someone holding onto your shoulders.

“Y/N wake up! Wake up, baby!”

Your eyes shot open to the familiar sound of Mark calling out your name, urging you to wake up multiple times before he realized you were finally awake. You stared at him with eyes red and full of tears as you struggled to catch your breath. Upon seeing you, his eyes widened as well, looking worried as he cupped the sides of your panicked face.

You took a good look at the man in front of you, frantically examining him and the room you two were in. You quickly recognized the familiar place being your boyfriend’s bedroom before looking back to Mark. He was dressed in baggy clothes and his hair was a mess as he had just woken up by the sound of your frantic screaming.

“Y-you’re not hurt?” You muttered, looking worried as you gripped onto him.

Mark shook his head in response, “No, I’m fine.” He calmly stated and you glanced down to search for any marks or bruises on his arms. “But there were these awful men – they hit you a-and-” you explained before bursting into tears once more.

Keeping your face close to his, he wiped your tears with his thumbs, looking you in the eyes as he said, “Please don’t cry baby. I’m okay, I promise.”

You held him tight, burying your face in his shirt as you tried to calm down. “Shhh its okay,” he consoled as he wrapped his arms around you. “It was just a dream…a bad dream.”

And there the two of you were, holding onto each other for dear life as your tears slowly began to subside. There was something about the sound of his voice that comforted you. It was hard to describe but after a while you found yourself closing your eyes once more as he ran his hand over your head gently, letting you fall back to sleep in his arms as the two of you laid down.

And before you knew it you were asleep, surrounded by the solace of your beloved boyfriend, Mark.

“It was just a dream,” he repeated. “Just a bad, bad dream.”


For your sanity DO NOT imagine Sally and Paul going on a date and asking Percy and Annabeth to babysit their toddler. And Percy being so excited, he starts packing his stuff from camp to entertain his little sister. But on the other hand, Annabeth is so nervous she starts panicking, she’s seen the little girl before but only for a couple of minutes, she’s never taken care of a newborn child, not even his brothers because her step mom wouldn’t let her. And Percy starts comforting her and telling her how awesome his little sister is while massaging her head, so she calms down. And when they arrive she’s still a bit nervous, while saying their goodbyes Sally holds Annabeth strong and whispers “You’re gonna do fine, you’ve got Percy by your side”. Then she sees the little girl who stars showing her little arms towards Percy the second she sees him. Then Percy brings his little sister to Annabeth and the little girl falls in love with Annabae and won’t let Percy take her away from her new big sister. Percy is kind of mad and goes like “It’s my turn to have her you’ve been holding her for three hours now.” every 15 minutes. When it’s almost midnight, the three of them cuddle and fall asleep on Percy’s old bedroom, Percy hugging Annabeth and Annabeth having the baby on top of her chest. The next morning they wake up to the sound of flashes, it’s Sally taking silly pictures of her children (cause she considers Annabeth as one of her own too), she takes her baby with her and lets Annabeth and Percy rest for a couple of minutes while she makes breakfast. They are eating their breakfast and Percy won’t stop grumbling about how Annabeth took all of his sister’s attention and didn’t let him take the baby away from her and Annabeth is just red, Sally is just listening her son with a smile on her face and after a couple of minutes when everyone is silent eating she just goes “Both of you are gonna make great parents one day.”

The Axeman of New Orleans

It’s March 13th, which means it’s been 98 years since the night of the Axeman.

The Axeman of New Orleans was a serial killer that killed with, you guessed it… an Ax.  His victims numbered at 7 over the span of a year. The Axeman was not caught or identified, and his crime spree stopped as mysteriously as it had started. The murderer’s identity remains unknown to this day, although various possible identifications of varying plausibility have been proposed. On March 13, 1919, a letter purporting to be from the Axeman was published in newspapers saying that he would kill again at 15 minutes past midnight on the night of March 19, but would spare the occupants of any place where a jazz band was playing. That night all of New Orleans’ dance halls were filled to capacity, and professional and amateur bands played jazz at parties at hundreds of houses around town. There were no murders that night.

The Axeman’s Letter as it was posted in the Times Picayune:

Hell, March 13, 1919

Esteemed Mortal:

They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the ether that surrounds your earth. I am not a human being, but a spirit and a demon from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians and your foolish police call the Axeman.

When I see fit, I shall come and claim other victims. I alone know whom they shall be. I shall leave no clue except my bloody axe, besmeared with blood and brains of he whom I have sent below to keep me company.

If you wish you may tell the police to be careful not to rile me. Of course, I am a reasonable spirit. I take no offense at the way they have conducted their investigations in the past. In fact, they have been so utterly stupid as to not only amuse me, but His Satanic Majesty, Francis Josef, etc. But tell them to beware. Let them not try to discover what I am, for it were better that they were never born than to incur the wrath of the Axeman. I don’t think there is any need of such a warning, for I feel sure the police will always dodge me, as they have in the past. They are wise and know how to keep away from all harm.

Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a most horrible murderer, which I am, but I could be much worse if I wanted to. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. At will I could slay thousands of your best citizens, for I am in close relationship with the Angel of Death.

Now, to be exact, at 12:15 (earthly time) on next Tuesday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans. In my infinite mercy, I am going to make a little proposition to you people. Here it is:

I am very fond of jazz music, and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions that every person shall be spared in whose home a jazz band is in full swing at the time I have just mentioned. If everyone has a jazz band going, well, then, so much the better for you people. One thing is certain and that is that some of your people who do not jazz it on Tuesday night (if there be any) will get the axe.

Well, as I am cold and crave the warmth of my native Tartarus, and it is about time I leave your earthly home, I will cease my discourse. Hoping that thou wilt publish this, that it may go well with thee, I have been, am and will be the worst spirit that ever existed either in fact or realm of fancy.

The Axeman


Alright that aside today (it’s like 15 minutes past midnight here so it’s today for me) is Wiggles’ birthday! So here’s some Speedee because I totally forgot to draw her the moment I saw her like I planned… 6 months ago… man, I’m terrible at remembering things.

WHATEVER, today is @ask-wiggles‘ birthday so go over and give her some love!

Meanwhile I’ll just be over here trying to figure out how to proceed with my own yellow horse.

Smut with Slash

Pairing: Slash x reader
Words: 1430
Warnings: Smut smut smut

Could you please do a slash smut, something slow and passionate maybe, your a great writer btw!! Xoxo ❤❤

A/N: Ok so give me some mercy this is my first time writing smut omg lmao. But i hope you like this haha!

Originally posted by gunsnrosesappetite

We were at the recording studio – me, Axl, Izzy, Steven, Duff and my boyfriend Slash. They were practicing their new songs and let me come to watch how it’d go.

Slash smirked and winked at me when he saw me. They started with Welcome to the Jungle and then moved on to Nightrain.

I scrutinised Slash the whole time, watched him play the guitar. I always became quite turned on when i saw him play guitar and couldn’t help but feel aroused already. Okay most of the reason now was that we hadn’t had sex in three fuckin’ days because he had been too busy and we were always interrupted before we could even get our clothes off. And three days was too god damn much.

When they had finished couple of their songs and took a quick break, Slash came to talk to me but he couldn’t say anything since i already pressed my lips on his and pulled him to the nearest closet and locked the door.

”What on earth, woman –” Slash laughed but i interrupted him.

”It’s now or never. I ain’t waiting anymore, i will even fuck you in front of the boys if i have to and we don’t get our own space but i’ve been waiting for too long, hun,” i stated seriously and could already see lust in Slash’s eyes.

He didn’t wait anymore at all and pressed his lips on mine again and lifted my other leg a bit, sliding his hand under my skirt, squeezing my ass. He put his tongue in my mouth, sliding his hand under my underwear, massaging my clit with his finger. I helped to take my panties off of me and drop them on the floor but then i started to hear Axl practicing singing near the closet.

We waited if he would stop but suddenly i decided to break the kiss and look straight into Slash’s eyes, hands still cupping his face. ”You know that having to listen to Axl singing Rocket Queen in the other room while we’re having sex doesn’t really give me the vibes right now,” i laughed and Slash just snorted.

”Yeah, you’re right about that, let’s go somewhere else,” he said chuckling and smirked, taking me by my hand and starting to walk outside of the door.

”Wait, i forgot my panties,” i said, already turning back but Slash grabbed me by my waist closer against him.

”You don’t need them anymore, babe,” he murmured in my ear, kissed me on my temple and i got even more turned on by his low voice. We ended up on the street and soon got into the back seat of a taxi. It was already late and really dark, probably about midnight or more, it was about 10-15 minutes way back to my apartment from here.

I was sitting behind the driver, Slash next to me. We didn’t really talk during the way to my place, but suddenly Slash laid his hand on my thigh. I raised my right eyebrow and looked at him when he started moving his hand towards my womanhood under my skirt.

”What are you doing?” i whispered quietly so the driver wouldn’t hear. Slash just smirked and kissed my cheek, continuing until he reached my vagina. ”No we can’t, he might notice –” i started but couldn’t finish my sentence when he already put one of his fingers slowly inside me. I moaned a bit but then put a hand on my mouth when he kept moving his finger in me.

He chuckled at my reaction and came closer to my face. ”I can’t wait anymore, baby,” he murmured to my ear and put now his second finger inside me as well, slowly massaging my clit with his thumb again. ”God, you’re so fuckin wet.”

”Fuuck,” i panted and rested my head on the back seat, closing my eyes. But sooner than i expected he pulled himself out of me and licked his fingers. I looked at him offended. ”What the fuck do you think you’re doing, put them fuckin back!”

Slash just chuckled and started searching my keys from my pockets until he found them. ”Sorry, babe, but we’re here now,” he said and threw money for the taxi driver and after that stormed out of the car, pulling me with him. ”You can keep the rest!”

We ran inside as fast as we could and slammed the door behind us. He immediately attacked his lips on mine and started taking my clothes off at the same time when we were walking to the bedroom. When we were there, i was already fully naked and my clothes were all around the house.

I started pulling Slash’s shirt off of him and then went to lay on the bed, waiting him to get ready. He was taking his belt off and i could already see through his pants the huge bulge under them. He took the rest of his clothes off and came to lay on top of me. Fuck, he was fucking huge, i never knew how i could take that monster inside me.

Slash looked straight into my eyes. ”Are you ready, baby?” he whispered and i nodded smiling. I put my legs around Slash’s waist when he slowly entered to me and i winced a bit. When all his length was inside of me, he looked at me and waited for my sign when i had adjusted to him well enough.

When i soon nodded my head, he started moving and i put my arms around his neck. He started sucking my neck hard, making sure to leave marks. I fluttered my eyes closed and let a deep moan come out of my mouth. Slash put his hand on my breast and started massaging it, rolling his thumb on my nipple.

He kept going, slowly, and took me in a passionate kiss, burying my face in his dark curls.

”Shit, Y/N, you’re so fucking tight, babe,” he moaned to my ear.

”O-oh fuck, Slash, yes that feels so good. Faster, babe, f-faster,” i tried to say desperately.

”Are you coming?” he asked quietly, getting just a nod for an answer, and then started to slam into me harder, hitting exactly the right spot every time he entered me again and again. And it didn’t take too long until i came and a huge wave of pleasure went through my body.

”Oh, Slash!” i screamed and soon Slash came as well and cum his sperm inside me. We were both panting when he came to lay next to me.

”That was fucking amazing, baby,” Slash whispered to me and took me closer to him, his arm around me and i rested my head on his chest. I was about to say something but suddenly a phone rang on the table next to us. He looked at me quickly, sighed and answered it.

”Hello?” he answered.

Hey, where the fuck did you go? We weren’t done yet.” It was Axl’s voice, i could hear pretty clearly what Axl was saying to Slash.

”I just forgot some things at home, i’ll come right back okay,” Slash chuckled. I grabbed Slash’s penis and started moving my hand slowly up and down, with a tight grip. Slash looked at me, straight into my eyes, and raised his left eyebrow.

Round two?” i mouthed at him without making any noice, smirking. A wide grin spread on his face as well which was a sign for me to continue. I put my hair on a pony tail, put my mouth around his cock and started sucking it as deeply as i could take him. Slash tried his best to stop his deep moans coming.

You’re fucking Y/N, aren’t you?” Axl laughed on the phone. ”Take your time, man. I found her panties from the closet. Damn, they’re even my favorite color, i’m keeping these.”

”No, what the fuck man, you’re not keeping my girlfriend’s underwear!” Slash yelled on the phone but i took the phone from him.

Too late,” Axl got to say, before i ended the call and threw the phone away.

”Now, no distractions anymore, baby,” i whispered seductively and kissed him on the lips. He made the kiss more passionate, put his hand on my neck and the other one on my waist when i moved myself to sit on him. I placed him on my entrance and slowly took him in and started riding myself on him, faster and faster.

EXCERPT: “Okay. You win.” He whispers and opens his door. I do the same and meet him at the hood of his car, his hand finding mine. He leads me down the sidewalk and my patience thins the longer it takes to get to my house. I occasionally lean up and try to kiss his neck or try to sneak my hand inside his shirt but Theo refuses to let things escalate.

It’s almost midnight. 15 minutes it says on the right corner of my screen where I’ve been watching the minutes go by for the past two hours. My parents are watching television downstairs and I hope the sound is able to drown out Theo’s arrival because the last thing I want is to get caught.

I walk over to my window and open it, a rush of warm air brushing my hair from my face. Summer nights are meant to be filled with fun, spontaneous moments — kind of like last night’s, except things didn’t end so well for me. Theo and I got into an argument and plenty was left unsaid — neither of us selfless enough to apologize. He usually comes over on Friday nights and picks me up so we can drive down to the park where we usually lie down and talk about numerous things. 

This feels sightly bizarre now and any normal person would cancel it, but more than anything, I want to see him. I hate fighting with him and feeling this emptiness inside me. So tonight I’m hoping can we settle this argument once and for all and move past it. 

I stare at the huge oak tree in front of my house, the leaves swaying in accord with the wind and bring my phone up once more. 8 minutes it says. Only 8 more minutes before I see him. Next year will be our senior year and the possibilities after that seem endless. Theo and I decided to spend the first four years after high school apart — each at our college of choice — and then meet again and possibly seal the deal. That’s the plan. 

I see a red car in my periphery and before I can confirm it’s him, my heart does a somersault. A burst of excitement rushes through me and I fastened my shoes before dashing out of my room. Downstairs, I walk into the living room and find my parents cuddled against each other on the couch. I lean down and kiss them both goodnight. “I’m calling it a night. Love you.” They return the kisses and wish me goodnight. Feeling successful, I pretend to walk toward the staircase in the hallway but veer off into the kitchen at the last second. 

I open the backdoor slowly and step out into the warm night air. I round the house, careful not to get caught and walk the few steps toward his car. I open the passenger’s side door and slide inside, my heart beating a mile a minute. There’s an awkwardness in the air and as Theo leans over to hug me, I extend my hand for a handshake. He stops, his arms mid-air, and slowly recoils. A deep flush settles over my cheeks as embarrassment fills me up. I start to hug him back but it’s too late, he’s already back in his seat. 

“Hi.” He says, glancing at me quickly. His body seems rigid and I feel partially responsible. Why did I go for a handshake? 

“Hey.” We sit in silence for a while. My eyes wander to his hands gripping the steering wheel and I have to keep from reaching over and feeling his soft skin. He catches me staring but instead of the usual smirk and witty remark, he pretends not to notice. I look away and clear my throat. “How are you?” 

“Can we not do this, babe?” He asks and I have to stifle a sigh of relief. I’m glad he doesn’t wanna pretend everything’s fine when it’s not. He turns on the ignition and speeds down the road. It’s only when we cross a red light that I notice, for the first time, Theo’s eyes on me. He redirects his eyes back on the road, a small smile appearing on his face. 


He slows down to a stop a few blocks away from my house. It’s 1:34 am and it’s dark outside, cricket’s filling in the silence. I sit there with my hands in my lap and my teeth over my bottom lip. Theo’s staring out his window, one hand on his thigh and the other lying alongside the door. 

“I should go.” I say but make no move to leave. I want us to talk, to settle this but I don’t know how to approach the subject. 

“Wait.” He holds out his hand and touches my arm. Relieved for the second time that night, I sit back in my seat and wait expectantly. “I don’t want to fight anymore.” He confesses and I nod profusely. 

“Me neither, baby, I’m so sorry.” I say all at once, my eyes trained on him. A faint smile stretches across his lips and he leans forward, his forehead coming to rest against mine. “I love you so much. I never wanna fight like that. Let’s just forget about it all, mm?” 

Theo nods, resting a hand against the side of my face. He looks into my eyes for a long time, his eyes speaking for him. I feel my heart flutter and without a second thought, crash my lips against his. A rush of air leaves my nostrils as I melt into his touch. I missed this. I missed him. Even if the fight only lasted a few hours. 

“I love you, too. It’s all forgotten. I just hate that we wasted all this time being mad at each other.” He smiles against my lips. I pull back slightly and nod in agreement. We can’t take another stroll, that’d be too risky. My parents never usually check up on me after I’ve told them I’m going to bed but what’s to say that can’t change? 

“Come up with me. My parents are sleeping, they won’t hear us.” I say, excitement brewing in my stomach. He kisses me again but doesn’t say anything when he pulls back. He sits back in his seat and runs a finger along his bottom lip, deep in thought. I lean forward and kiss his cheek lightly, my arm rounding his stomach. Theo remains seated and doesn’t seem to give me much attention. I kiss the corner of his mouth tentatively and after a few seconds, he sighs and turns around, his lips finding mine. 

“Let’s continue this upstairs. We’ll be able to get back the time we wasted being mad at each other.” I offer, touching his nose with mine. He keeps his eyes closed, his jaw clenched. I move my hand up to run it through his hair and kiss him. He allows my tongue to wander into his mouth this time and returns the enthusiasm. The wind picks up outside, drowning out the crickets and their chant. I pull back and stare at his lips, all red and swollen. At this moment, there’s nothing I want more than him. 

“Okay. You win.” He whispers and opens his door. I do the same and meet him at the hood of his car, his hand finding mine. He leads me down the sidewalk and my patience thins the longer it takes to get to my house. I occasionally lean up and try to kiss his neck or try to sneak my hand inside his shirt but Theo refuses to let things escalate. 

At the door, I pull out my key from my pocket and unlock the door. The house is silent and dark, my parents having gone to bed already. I invite Theo inside and lead him upstairs, my index finger against my lip as we march down the hallway toward my room. “I’m cool doing it here.” He whispers in my ear, his hands brushing up my stomach to cup my breasts. A little squeak leaves my mouth and I slap his hands away in complete shock. My parents’ room is a few steps from mine and my little squeak might just be what gets us caught. I push Theo inside my room and close the door, turning around with a look of fury on my face. He’s standing on my bed, his arms outstretched behind him, a look of pure delight on his face. He beckons me over, a small gesture of his finger. 

I take a few steps toward him, stopping when our toes touch. He looks up at me, his hair curled up at the tips, his eyes candid and his lips wet and impossibly red. I can almost feel the anger leave my bones as I stare at him. Theo sits upright and brings his hands up to my hips, his long fingers digging into my skin. I shiver, his touch electrifying. 

“That wasn’t cool, babe. My parents could have heard me. Do you understand how screwed we’d be?” He raises a suggestive brow and I have to roll my eyes. I can already hear the witty response. 

“Don’t say anything. Don’t answer that.” I say. He chuckles, his hands higher now, and in their process, pushing my shirt higher up my stomach. He leans forward and kisses the smooth skin of my stomach. There’s a slight chill in the room and I realize I left the window open. But I don’t mind. My body is hot right now and the wind is welcoming. His lips move lower and lower until he’s kissing the waistband of my jeans. I stand there, breathless, as he tugs on my jeans, pulling them down my hips and thighs. I suck in air and exhale a shaky breath. I feel lightheaded and at a loss for balance but Theo steadies me. At his request, I step out of my jeans and remain in my panties. He runs a hand up the inside of my thigh and I can’t help the noise that comes out of my mouth. He glances up at me and smiles before pulling my panties down as well.

I feel embarrassed at the sight of him watching me. I start to cover myself up with my hands but Theo grabs them. He stands up and lifts my arms in the air, one hand coming down to grab at the hem of my shirt. He pulls it up and with the other hand swiftly brings it over my head. The remaining item of clothing on me is my bra and as he stares it down, I know it’s only a matter of time before he takes that off too. He wraps his arms around me and expertly unclasps my bra, pulling it off completely. 

I’m completely naked in front of my fully clothed boyfriend and I can’t help but feel self-conscious. He sits back down on the edge of my bed and simply stares at me. “Come here.” He whispers and I bend down, my lips finding his. He kisses me slowly and pulls me down on his lap. My hands wander down his chest and rest in his lap, my nimble fingers working his belt and zipper open. I pull his pants down and Theo lifts his hips to help me out. Eager to see all of him, I push him down the bed and push his shirt up, bunching it up his neck. I bend down and kiss his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin — I want to leave marks on him. His hands press against my back, the skin warm but still strangely leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

I sit up and experimentally pull him out, his dick already hard in my hand. I glance down at him and find that he’s staring at me, his eyes full of something intense. He pulls his shirt over his head and throws it to the side. I stare at his chest, all strong and muscly. I bite my bottom lip and align myself on top him, using my hand to steady him. I feel his hands on my hips and with that, I sink down. A jab of pain courses through me at first and I have to stop. Theo, worried, rubs my thigh reassuringly and waits for me. When it’s bearable again, I sink further down his dick, this time the pain less prominent, and slowly start to move my hips — around, around, around and then up, down, up, down, up, down. His eyes are closed and quiet moans are leaving his mouth but not quite reaching me so I clench down on him and watch as his eyes pop open and a wanton moan comes barreling out his throat. He frowns at me, caught off guard and I reach over to touch his cheek, my way of apologizing. “I like it when you moan,” I confess. He raises a brow then reiterates my statement, directing the words at me. He slides one hand down his stomach and inches it closer to my crotch. I watch intently as he presses his thumb against my clit, rubbing it gently. A spark of something strong pulses through me and I can’t control the screams that fill my throat. Theo laughs, all soft and husky. 

He’s still working his thumb against me and the pleasure that engulfs me is surreal. I never want this to stop. I continue riding him, feeling him fill me up and then retract. Again and again. He’s watching, the moans leaving my mouth obviously a turn on for him. He pulls me down with a hand on the small of my back and kisses me with his tongue. I moan into his mouth, my hips rocking back and forth. His hand is moving between us, pressing against me and creating the most delicious of sensations. “My parents are going to hear me, baby.” I say but he doesn’t seem to care. He pulls my bottom lip between his mouth and starts sucking on it. A pool of hot electricity starts in my lower abdomen and slowly spreads itself over my body. 

I don’t have to tell Theo I’m over the edge, he seems to understand on his own. He releases my lip and pushes me up with his hand, his hips lifting up to pound into me. I sit there motionless as he does all the work and relish in the pleasure that takes over my body. “Theo.” I moan loudly. Way too loudly. His eyes widen and he shushes me, but I’m far too gone to care. He fucks me through my orgasm and when reality comes crashing down on me, I slump into him. 

“Babe?” His deep voice fills my ears. I sit up and stare at him before realization hits me. 

“Oh. Sorry.” It doesn’t take much to get Theo going and after a few minutes of my hand around him, tugging, he grunts and releases. I kiss his cheek and neck, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he releases all over my hand. He turns his head toward me and kisses me softly. 

“I’m sorry I flirted with all those girls. You’re it for me. I don’t want anyone else. Ever.” 

I sigh. “We said we weren’t going to be talk about this.” 

“I know but I feel I should apologize.” 

I smile fondly at him and peck him. “You already did.”

Between May 1918 and October 1919, New Orleans was tormented by the Axeman. 12 people were attacked in greater New Orleans, with 7 meeting their deaths at the hands of the killer.

In most cases, the Axeman would carve a small hole out of the back door of a home before climbing through and bludgeoning the inhabitants with an axe. The weapon would often belong to the victims themselves and would be left at the crime scene, along with the chisel used to gain entry to the house.

Little is known about the Axeman of New Orleans, including his identity, but a particular incident suggested the killer had a fondness for jazz. In a letter allegedly penned by the Axeman, the killer warned that he would kill anyone who did not have a jazz band playing at 15 minutes past midnight on March 19, 1919. In panic, citizens rushed to dance halls and parties where jazz was played. The Axeman kept to his word and everyone was spared.

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WHY ARE YOU UP SOO LATE ??? SLEEP SENPAI* throws a pillow and it hits you in the face* ITS 12 AM WHERE I AM. SLEEP

I got 15 minutes until midnight, but finnnneee if ya say so, whatever makes ya happy. Wait, then why are you awake -~-

Day 23 Meal 3: lazier shrimp fajita bowl, added guacamole so it’s 335 cals.

Had to force this down I’m so dang sleepy. Going to tryyyyy and see if I can workout tomorrow before work, all depending on how well I sleep tonight. And I need enough fuel either way. Goodnight :)

Editing to include I fell asleep for 15 minutes and am now wide awake at midnight, six hours before I have to leave brooklyn. I will not be working out before work tomorrow :(

“Dudes! It’s like 20 minutes until 2016!” Beastboy hollered in the main room, where the majority of the Titan network was currently located.

New Years Eve had rolled around once again and it had become a tradition for the titans to spend the evening by ushering the New Year in together. It was a night often spent with family, friends and loved ones so it seemed only right that they were all together for it.

Nightwing glanced around the main room and smiled softly, peering at all of the oh so familiar faces from over the years. Kole was sitting in the corner talking to Argent, with G’naark clinging to her arm as he still shied away from the bright lights and technology within the tower. Mas Y Menos were sprinting back and forth, mumbling speedily in Spanish with Aqualad blinking at them in utter confusion. Pantha was chatting and drinking heartily, apparently challenging Red Star to see who could ingest more alcoholic units before passing out. Kid Flash and Speedy were sitting upon the sofa, their jaws hanging open as they were completely lost in the racing game that they were transfixed on. Jinx was sitting beside Kid Flash and every now and then, her eyes would glow a faint pink which would be followed by irritated groaning from her boyfriend who kept conveniently crashing on screen when she did so.  

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Stolen Glances - Dan

Anon: Dan and Y/N just went skinny dipping and some assholes stole their clothes and towels so here they are sneaking their way back to their cabins completely naked, trying to avoid people, and slowly getting horny as they stare at each other’s bare butts.

A/N: This one is a little cheeky, I hope you all love this one!

Warning: smut


“Come on (Y/n), let’s do it”

“I don’t know Dan, what if we get caught, you know the pool is closed at this time of night.”

“(Y/n), we’re on holiday, don’t you want to make memories every chance you can?”

“Well yeah, but Dan-”

“Then let’s do it!”

I don’t know how he convinced me to do this, but I guess we were going to do it. Dan and I left our little homely holiday cabin and decided to go down for a little midnight swim. The walk was about 15 minutes away from our cabin, but because we never exercised anyway, the walk could actually do us some good. It was quite chilly this evening so I was hoping that the pool would at least be heated, but if not I would just have to huddle up to Dan for warmth. When we saw the pool in the distance, Dan jogged over until he reached the gate and unlocked it, waiting for me to walk in first.


“Oh please don’t do that. you know I can’t stand when you say that”

Dan chuckled and followed me in, closing the gate behind him. I watched as he took off his shirt and his shorts, but what I wasn’t counting on was the fact that he also took his underwear off. I stood there, completely naked and facing towards the pool. I couldn’t help but take a peek at his butt, it was a nice butt. I quickly looked away and stripped down to my bra and panties. I heard a splash from behind me and when I turned around, Dan was already in the pool. I walked over and dipped my toe in just to check the temperature, It was definitely not heated. I shivered at the touch whilst debating now whether to get in at all.

“Are you gonna take the rest of it off?”


“Your still wearing clothes, Take them off!”

I decided to play dumb and act like I didn’t know what he was talking about, I raised my eyebrow curiously towards him and placed my hands on my hips.

“What do you mean take it off, you’re still wearing your underwear”

“(Y/n), look to your left”

I looked to my left like he said and roamed around until my eyes reached the ground where his underwear was laying on top of his shirts. I looked back at Dan who now had a giant smile across his face, he looked so smug but I didn’t know if I wanted to take my remaining items of clothing off, it was really cold after all.

“Come on, Live for the thrill, remember?”

“Dan, I don’t know”

“Stop being a pussy and just do it”

Well then, I wasn’t expecting those words to leave his lips. I gave him an unimpressed look and reached around my back so that I could undo the clasp on the bra. I took the straps off my shoulders and then tossed the bra into the pile of clothing that was now on the ground. When I looked at Dan, he gave me a rather loud wolf whistle and swam over to the edge of the pool, placing his arms on the bricked edge.

“Come on baby, Take it off for me”

I slowly walked over to the edge of the pool and put my right hip facing towards him. I took my thumb and dragged my panties down slightly so you could see the hip bone and some of my ass, but out of no where Dan jumped up and grabbed onto my hips, pulling me into the pool with him which caused me to scream. I felt so cold from the water and began to shiver until a par of arms wrapped around me. I pushed the wet strands of my hair from out of my eyes and then Turned around to face Dan, pushing him back with my hands.

“Dan, you bastard”

“Awe, I’m sorry, come here”

He opened his arms and started moving himself towards me, As annoyed as I was, I couldn’t be mad, he was having fun after all. I swam over and wrapped my arms around him, then placed my head against his chest. The moment was actually really nice until Dan took his arms away from me.

“Wait right here”

“Wha- Dan?”

He held his breath and then submerged himself in the water, I wondered what he was doing, but then when I felt my panties come off in one swift motion, I realised that he just finished my job from earlier. Dan swam back up and looked at me whilst grinning with my panties in his hand. He threw them over with the rest of the clothes and then took his gaze to me.

“There we go, that’s better”

“Do you feel good now?”

“Do you?”

I bit my lip as I smiled, I didn’t want him to know that I was actually having more fun than I thought, but I was a terrible liar, he could definitely read me like a book. I decided to splash him with the water and swim away, giggling as I swam to the other side of the pool, but Dan wasn’t too far behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist and he started swimming me around in circles, we were both laughing and got carried away, but when we hears the sound of the pool gate closing, we both stopped instantly and looked in that direction. Someone was running away. Dan swam to the side of the pool and climbed out, covering his goods as he walked, I swam back over to the side of the pool, closest to the gate, but when I looked at the ground, Everything was gone.

“Uh, Dan”

“Yeah, I see it too”

Dan paced over to where the clothes were and looked around everywhere for them, but there was simply nothing but our cabin key. I climbed out of the pool, covering myself as best as I could with my hands as I looked for the towels, but knowing my luck, there wasn’t anything.

“Dan, did you bring the towels?”

“Oh. Oops”


“It’s okay, we’ll figure this out. We just have to get back to our cabin and everything will be fine”

I slapped his arm out of frustration. I was really mad that he couldn’t remember to bring the two towel’s that I asked him to. God damn it. I was starting to get really nervous out of a fear of being caught and I knew that Dan was aware of it. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and then composed myself before looking at Dan.

“So what’s the plan, Dan”

“Just stay quiet, and follow me, if you need to, you can try and hide behind me”

He was standing there in front of me with his hands still covering his junk, but as my eyes dragged up his body, I couldn’t help but blush a little, as nervous as I was about this, he was still so, so hot. Dan opened the gate and walked through, leaving it open so that I could walk through and close it behind me. I skipped over and stood behind Dan as we walked around. My eyes kept creeping down and studying Dan’s ass, but when he would turn around to make sure I was okay, I had to tear them away before he could notice.

As we walked along the main road, Dan and I could hear the chatter of at least two people off in the distance, and they hadn’t noticed us yet. My heart rate started to increase and I instantly shooed Dan off the road so we were at least covered by darkness.

“Dan, behind the tree there, Move!”

We both ran over to a large tree and hid behind it. I decided to keep watch of the people as they walked and talked, just hopefully I wouldn’t get noticed. I poked my head from the side and bent my back over so that I appeared lower. Two girls were walking up the road talking about the most ridiculous things I had no interest in. I couldn’t deal in girl drama, so I just wanted them to hurry up and get out of here so that we could get back to our cabin. When the two of them finally walked beyond a distance of noticing us, I turned to look back at Dan. He was staring down at my ass, whilst he was trying extremely hard to cover what was now a long, hard play thing.


“Wha-. Oh. Yes?”

“What were you doing?”

“Oh, Uh. Nothing”

I gave Him and look and then poked my head out again.

“Okay, we’re good to go now”

I went to walk out from behind the tree, but Dan grabbed my hips and pulled me back into him. His member was pressing against my lower back and his hands were working their way down my thigh. I sighed and leaned back into him. He shuffled himself and pushed me up against the tree before taking his lips to my neck. He started to suck along the thing bits of skin, knowing where my weak spots were. I slipped out with a moan and gripped his sides with my hands, we definitely got carried away, but suddenly my hand began pumping his cock and it just got heated from there.

With each kiss he was laying on my body, Dan would have to take a second and groan from the pleasure that my hand was giving him. He started to get loud with each sound escaping his lips that I had to stop and push him off me.

“Dan, maybe this isn’t the best place to do this”

He sighed and put his head on my shoulder as he covered himself back up with his hands.

“But It was getting so good, Damn it (Y/n)”

He walked out from around the tree at a quick pace, I think I annoyed him. I didn’t mean to, and I certainly don’t want him to think I was teasing him, but i just didn’t want to get caught.

We turned left to take us onto the road where our cabin was, and it was slowly appearing off in the distance which meant that we were getting close, but since I pushed Dan off of me, he hasn’t really spoken to me, so clearly he’s mad. Even though he wasn’t talking to me, I still took it upon myself to watch his ass, and his back because Dan had a really nice back, but suddenly he stopped and turned around quicker than I could pick my eyes back up.

“What were you looking at?”


“Checking me out there?”


Dan suddenly took my hand and ran us both over to the back of one of the vacant cabins, I had no idea what he was even up to at this point. He pushed me against the wall and forced my hands away from the parts I was covering. His lips took to one of my breasts and his fingers just started pumping inside me. If I could have crawled up the wall at that point, I definitely would have. I moaned out, but half way through it, Dan placed his spare hand over my mouth. I couldn’t stop mid-moan so I just moaned into his hand.

Dan started to get rougher in the way he was pumping me, and I was becoming more aroused which meant that I was getting wetter by the second and he wasn’t slowing down for anyone. The feeling that I knew all too well was starting to swell up inside me. Dan was a master at pleasuring all my weak spots with such finesse that it didn’t even take that long for him to make me climax anymore. I kept moaning into his hand, the pitch in my voice started getting higher due to the hitch in my breath. My hands grabbed onto his head and tangled into his hair, causing him to gasp unexpectedly.

“Oh my go-, Dan. I’m gonna!”

“That’s right love, come for me”

I pulled my body in closer to his. Dan took his hand away from my mouth and pulled up one of my legs. His fingers started to plummet deep inside me and I couldn’t help but scream out. I tried so hard to keep it in, but eventually I just had to let it all out. I pulled onto Dan’s hair as I reached my climax. Dan pulled my leg up further, causing my juices to slide down over his fingers and down my leg. When I recovered, Dan put my leg down and kissed the crook of my neck. He grabbed his head and rubbed it a few times, maybe I was a little rough with his hair.

“I’m sorry”

“Oh don’t be. You stepped outside your comfort zone. You lived. I’m proud of you, it was super hot”

We took each other’s hand and dashed over to our cabin. We stood in front it and I waited for Dan to open the door, but he was looking back at me.

“Dan are you going to open the door?”

“Wait. I thought you had the key?”

“Uh, no???”

Dan face palmed himself and chuckled. He kissed my cheek and looked into my eyes.

“I guess I left the key at the pool”

Happy Birthday Baby

Originally posted by poesexual-finn

Request: “ Hey hey!! So it’s my birthday on July 26 and I wondering if you could do a Poe Dameron x reader where he surprises the reader by coming back from a mission early for he readers bday and he gets the reader like a small gift from his mission and lots of fluff and cuddly stuff! Thanks ❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜”

Summary: Poe is getting whisked away from one mission to the next, his time with you feeling like it’s slowly shrinking compared to times before. As your birthday approaches and the intel missions don’t seem to cease you assume your day will be spent without your favorite pilot. Poe Dameron however, isn’t that kind of man.

A/N: Yay for my first time writing Poe! Happy birthday to ( @crazyfangirl345)!! I hope you like your mini fic dear! Have a blast, eat some cake and treat yoself! 

Also hopefully expect another fic late tonight guys! 

“(Y/N), come on. You know he didn’t realize this mission was going to go over time.”

Sighing with frustration you turned to Finn from the window looking out to the hangar. 

“Finn, I know he saved your life and all, but I’m telling you, he messed up this time.”

Shaking his head Finn, just briefly flailed his arms in the air.

“He couldn’t have possibly known it was going to run this far over time (Y/N).”

Crossing your arms you shook your head at Finn.

“Of course he knew Finn. No mission involving the First Order ever takes less than 2 days.”

Finn sighed as he watched you turn back to the window looking to the hangar, disappointment obvious in your (Y/E/C) eyes. He gently placed a hand on your shoulder as you turned back to meet his gaze.

“I was trying to be positive, but if you think that, can’t really stop you.”

You shrugged with a faint grin to Finn, “It is what it is. …We’ll just celebrate another time. Just wish he wouldn’t have made such a big deal about it.”

“Well you had Rey and I! I know it’s not the same, but you know…”

Smiling you lightly patted Finn on the back. 

“I appreciate it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Waving a hand Finn watched you walk down the hall.

“See ya (Y/N), happy birthday again!”

Turning back momentarily you gave Finn a smile before you disappeared around the corner. 

Returning to your quarters you glanced back at the hangar once again before punching in your code. With your hand just barely resting against the metal, you narrowed your eyes. You were hoping by some crazy chance that familiar X-Wing would be landing, Poe frantically climbing out of it mumbling apology after apology for almost missing your birthday. That would however require the mission ending early. Though you wanted to celebrate with him, you weren’t selfish enough to want him home too early. It was better that he came home safely than on your birthday.

With a sigh you turned back to your blast doors and punched in the code, taking a step back they quickly slid open for you. The flowers Rey and Finn had gotten for you greeted you on the coffee table in the middle of your quarters. Smiling you stepped in and started setting down your things. 

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The Axeman

The Axeman of New Orleans was an American serial killer that sent the City of New Orleans into a frenzied panic from May, 1918 to October 1919. 

The victims were usually attacked with an axe, which often belonged to the victims themselves. In most cases, a panel on a back door of a home was removed by a chisel, which were both left on the floor near the door, followed by an attack on one or more of the residents with either an axe or straight razor. 

On March 13, 1919, a letter from someone claiming to be the Axeman was published. It stated that he would kill again at 15 minutes past midnight on the night of March 19, but would spare the occupants of any place where a jazz band was playing. That night all of New Orleans’ dance halls were filed to capacity, and bands played jazz at parties at hundreds of houses around town. True to the Axeman’s word, there were no murders that night. 

The Axeman’s Letter 

Hell, March 13, 1919

Esteemed Mortal:

They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the ether that surrounds your earth. I am not a human being, but a spirit and a demon from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians and your foolish police call the Axeman.

When I see fit, I shall come and claim other victims. I alone know whom they shall be. I shall leave no clue except my bloody axe, besmeared with blood and brains of he whom I have sent below to keep me company.

If you wish you may tell the police to be careful not to rile me. Of course, I am a reasonable spirit. I take no offense at the way they have conducted their investigations in the past. In fact, they have been so utterly stupid as to not only amuse me, but His Satanic Majesty, Francis Josef, etc. But tell them to beware. Let them not try to discover what I am, for it were better that they were never born than to incur the wrath of the Axeman. I don’t think there is any need of such a warning, for I feel sure the police will always dodge me, as they have in the past. They are wise and know how to keep away from all harm.

Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a most horrible murderer, which I am, but I could be much worse if I wanted to. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. At will I could slay thousands of your best citizens, for I am in close relationship with the Angel of Death.

Now, to be exact, at 12:15 (earthly time) on next Tuesday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans. In my infinite mercy, I am going to make a little proposition to you people. Here it is:

I am very fond of jazz music, and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions that every person shall be spared in whose home a jazz band is in full swing at the time I have just mentioned. If everyone has a jazz band going, well, then, so much the better for you people. One thing is certain and that is that some of your people who do not jazz it on Tuesday night (if there be any) will get the axe.

Well, as I am cold and crave the warmth of my native Tartarus, and it is about time I leave your earthly home, I will cease my discourse. Hoping that thou wilt publish this, that it may go well with thee, I have been, am and will be the worst spirit that ever existed either in fact or realm of fancy.

The Axeman

The Axeman was never caught or identified. 

The First Dance Of Many Shared In A Lifetime

So I promised @piku-chan I’d write a Cinderella AU fic of the festival when I was inspired by ‘Tier Abhaile Riu’ by Celtic Woman. (Check out that song its so good). This is also the first time I’m uploading something on Ao3. I hope it turned out ok. I wasn’t sure if I should add the lyrics in the story or not but figured I would so I wouldn’t ruin the story’s flow.

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Marinette searched the crowd, bluebell eyes wide and eager. Chat had promised to be there for the last night of the festival. She knew this was his first time attending one and she had greatly enjoyed spending these past few nights with him. She hadn’t had that much fun at a the per-anum festival since when she was little and her parents were alive.

Admittedly she was sad the nights were ending. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to see him after the festival was over. Andre Bourgeois wasn’t always so kind. Getting permission for these few nights alone had been a chore, a greater one then all her physical chores combined. Convincing him to let her have a few nights off did not sit well with him at all. It wasn’t until his precious daughter Chloe had cut in had he allowed her to go. Even then all she got was mocking words about not being allowed to anything above a common village festival. She supposed she should be thankful. At least she got permission.

In the crowd Marinette spotted Alya and Nino conversing seriously with Alya gesturing wildly. She lost sight of them as another group of people passed in front of her. The last night was the most crowded. It was also the most fun as well. Almost everyone tried to attend the last hours of the festival, if not the whole. The Last Song was a traditional big event. The same song had been sung for years before Marinette and her friends had even been born. The tradition carried as the newer generation learned it from years of attending festivals and sang it.

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