This actually happened to me, US/UF Paps UT Sans and then any skellie of your choice though you can skip it, their S/O is unloading the dishwasher when suddenly they drop one of the glasses and it shatters completely on impact but one of the pieces flew right into one of the S/O's nostrils! They immediately blew it out but it cut them a bit so now they're bleeding! But instead of freaking out the S/O starts laughing as what are the chances that would happen? skellies reactions? (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Essy what the fuck.
When he sees that you’re not too hurt, Stretch just fucking loses it. Like holy shit, that just happened and you are not dead. Oh my god. He’s rolling on the floor, laughing his ass off, while handing you tissues to clean up the blood. Oh fuck, he’s posting this on the internet.
HIGH KEY SCREECHING. WHAT. Fell is fucking amazed that you managed to do that, and that you’re not dead. No offense, but if you did die by that, he’d be so embarrassed, and position your body to make it look like you were attacked or something, but put up a strong fight. He’s not letting you become the datefriend that died because a piece of glass flew up their nose. That’s so dishonorable. Don’t worry, darling, he’s got your back.
Externally, he’s cool and chill, just laughs, make some puns, and give you a tissue to clean up the blood. It would make a great story one day. But he’s internally screaming, oh god, he’s internally screaming. Humans are so fricken fragile and he feels like he’s going to have a mini heart attack. He becomes extra affectionate the next few days because he suddenly remembered that nothing is forever and you can die anytime.
“Yeah, I know,” Hunk said. “You haven’t stopped talking
Lance groaned and put his elbows on the counter, resting his
chin in his hands. “I know, I know, I know, I just… ugh, I don’t know what to do.”
“It can’t be that hard,” Hunk said, stirring something in
his mixing bowl as he futzed around in the kitchen. His apron was already
covered in alien flour. “I mean, just do whatever you’d normally do if you were
hanging out with him.”
“But then it wouldn’t be a date!”
“What is a date if it’s not just hanging out?” Hunk asked,
and damn, he had a point.
“I don’t know—I guess a date is supposed to be more… romantic?”
Lance said. “Like, more holding hands, and that shit?”
Hunk nodded. “Okay, easy. You hold hands. Sounds like a plan
“I just feel like I’m missing something,” Lance said. “Like,
should I do something special? Should I bring him something?”
“You could get him roses,” Hunk suggested, and, holy shit, that right there—that was it.
“Hunk,” Lance said, “I love you, man. That’s perfect.”
“Really? I mean, okay,” Hunk said. “Good luck finding roses
in space, I guess?”
So this young lady messaged me and was telling me about her first cheating experience, so I had her write up every detail! Shared with her permission:
“So what happened was I was turning 21 and it was bothering me that I’ve only ever slept with my current boyfriend, and thought it wasn’t fair that he had other girls before me. I can’t live my whole life only sleeping with one guy ever. So one night I was working until 10 and I told him I was going to hangout with my girl friend after work. When in reality, I had plans to meet up with this black guy from my school. So he met me at my work when I was closing up and we went to the park. It was dark of course and no one else was around. We were sitting on a bench, talking and smoking a joint when the guy suddenly reached his arms outwards and was like “you never gave me a hug when I first saw you” so I was like okay so I leaned over and we hugged and then he kept his arms around me and looked at me and we started to kiss. Kissing turned to making out on the bench. Honestly I did feel bad knowing I lied to my sweet boyfriend and that I was here kissing some black guy I hardly knew. But at the same time it just felt like something I had to do. Like a right of passage. Like if I didn’t do it, I’d always want to get it out of my system. And maybe that was all I needed. So I said “fuck it” in my head and kept making out with him, his hands were sliding around the sides of my dress and along my back. After a minute or so he stopped and asked “wanna go back to your car?” So I said “sure” and we got off the bench and went back to my car. Now I’ve got a hatchback so the back seat is decently large. I had a dress on with a thong and no bra. He instructed me to get on my back in the back seat so I did and he lifted my dress up over my boobs to expose them. He bent down and started playing with them, pinching my nipples and playing with the piercings. Then he’d do the same but with his mouth. It made my pussy so wet to know that some guy other than my boyfriend was loving my body so much. I grabbed at his hair as he teased his tongue around my nipples. Then he pulled my thong off, leaving me almost naked. He tossed them to the floor of the car then dropped to his knees outside the car and licked my pussy until his face was soaked. After like 5 minutes of eating me out he stood up and started to undo his pants. He pushed them down and then he boxers too and I was just looking down, still laying on my back and when I saw it, I think I gasped. It was thick, and black, and veiny, and HUGE. I think like 8” or so and so much thicker than my boyfriend. And my boyfriend is barely 5.5". So I was glad that since I’m going through this lying, at least I finally get to experience my first big dick. So I saw it and he got closer to my and I said “you need to be careful with that” because I was afraid it’d hurt. “Not used to something this size huh? I’m gonna stretch that little pussy out.” He was saying and I was worried my boyfriend would feel a difference lol. Well I spread my legs and he started rubbing his big tip between my pussy lips but couldn’t quite find the right spot. So I reached down to help and when I felt it, I realized he didn’t have a condom on. But I honestly didn’t care, I wanted it, so might as well have it natural. So I guided his tip to my entrance, let go, and bit my lip waiting. It took about a minute to get it in because I was so tight but when I finally felt him bottom out, it was like a whole nother world. I looked down and he wasn’t even to the base, yet he was reaching the back of my pussy. And how it stretched me, holy fuck. It felt like it was tearing me apart but it felt so fucking good. Then he started fucking me. He wasn’t being nice about it, he was fucking me hard and fast like a slut and it drove me wild. After 3 or so minutes, he started to choke me. His big hands gripping my throat and his even bigger cock destroying my little pussy, I felt myself climb my peak quickly and explode into orgasm. I screamed out as loud as I could while being choked and I could feel my whole pussy contracting around his meaty dick. He bent down and started talking dirty while he kept choking me through my orgasm. “Oh I love to feel that tiny white pussy squeezing me. Cum for that black cock you cheating slut.” My tits were bouncing and my head was full of ecstasy. He let go of my throat and pulled out, flipped me onto my hands and knees and shoved himself back inside doggy style. My eyes roll back into my head and it felt like it was so far in my stomach that I couldn’t even breathe as he fucked me. He started slapping my ass and pounding me. He said “mmm I can see that tiny cunt gripping my cock as I pull out”. He’d slam so deep that his hips met my ass and the tip of his cock was hitting my cervix. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back and a minute later I was cumming again, even harder. I couldn’t even make a full moan now. I couldn’t speak or even think properly. He climbed into the car and pushed my upper body up against the inside of the door so I couldn’t move away as he kept pounding away in my pussy. It felt like he lasted forever. Finally after another 15 minutes or so, it was like a relief because I was actually getting sore. “Oh baby I’m gettin close.” He says. My arms are braced against the door so I can push back into him. “Oh Is my little pussy gonna make you cum?” I tease and he growled in my ear. He kept fucking me and I was moaning more and wondering how long he could go. He started mumbling “Oh fuck..oh fuck..” I reached back and started massaging his balls between my legs. They were wet from slapping against me. Then I made probably a bad decision. I asked “do you wanna cum in my pussy?” He slowed down way slow and said “are you sure?” And I was like “yes I wanna feel it..” So he said nothing else and started fucking me super hard and fast, trying to finish himself off inside me before I changed my mind. I started thinking about my boyfriend more and it made me feel so slutty and sexy. I reached back between my legs and started holding his balls again. Then he started groaning and he shoved himself balls deep. His tip rested against my cervix and the first thing I felt was his balls tense up hard in my hand. Then his balls and cock started pulsing in unison as I felt my pussy get really hot and wet. We were both moaning and he came for what felt like ever. He finished putting his load inside me and I used my panties to clean us up. Left them in the park. Then went home to my boyfriend 😘"
author’s note: i have no words for this bye. you can read part one here. (still working on requests, i just wanted to finish this first!)
“Are you ready?”
“Ready,” Roman calls from the bedroom.
He’s currently spread out on their bed, wearing nothing but his boxers, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. After their successful attempt to spice things up in the bedroom last week – which resulted in Roman being more dominate – they decided to try it again but switch the roles around. This time, she would be dominate.
She isn’t sure how dominate she can be, but she’s willing to give it a shot – and when she walks out of the bathroom (wearing a new lingerie set, complete with a strappy, cage-like bra), Roman’s jaw drops as his eyes rake over her with desire.
A/N: Hello! First fic here! (Also first smut I’ve ever written wooo) I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible, I’ve always wanted to write this type of fic so constructive criticism is appreciated. (try not to be too mean please!) I hope you enjoy!
Pairing: Phil x reader
Warnings: Smut, oral, swearing
The beat of the song pumps through my veins, the club’s atmosphere being highly fast paced and intense, just how I like it. It feels like I’ve been dancing for hours, maybe the few shots of tequila having that effect on me. It was nice to finally let go and have a good time.
I wasn’t specifically looking for attention, even though I strangely feel sexier than other times. If someone came along and they were nice enough, I’d take them home.
A few songs later, I look around and meet his eyes. He’s standing off in the corner with a drink in his hand, shamelessly overlooking my body. I feel a faint blush creep its way onto my cheeks, wondering why a man like him would stare at me. His crystal blue eyes meet mine, his lips turning into a smirk. A sudden confidence fills my body as I move my hips even more, giving him a show. He notices this and winks, raising his drink as a way of showing he was enjoying it. I smile at him and continue, letting the music take over.
I look back over to see if he’s still watching me only to find he’s gone, as if he was never there. I can’t help but feel a sinking feeling in my stomach, missing his eyes on me.
I shoved my way through the crowd, reaching the bar that was surprisingly more empty than congested. I ordered another shot as I felt someone next to me, their shoulder brushing mine. I turned to tell them off only to be met with those blue eyes once again. He smiles and takes my shot, downing it instead. I gape at him, not expecting anything as bold as that.
He leans in, his lips near my ear and asks, “What’s someone so beautiful like you doing alone in a club?”
I feel my cheeks flush again, both his velvety voice and compliment taking its toll on me. With a little giggle, I respond, “I could ask you the same.”
He rose his eyebrow with a smirk on his face, almost shocked that I responded with confidence.
He holds out his hand, “Name’s Phil.”
I take his hand, lightly shaking it, “Y/N”
He kisses my hand, keeping eye contact the entire time. To say I felt in a trance is an understatement. The way he looked at me, I started to think about how he would look as I sucked him off.
Maybe the alcohol was helping my ego, but nonetheless I was determined to take him home with me. We chatted for awhile until we started to have a very suggestive conversation.
“I have this feeling you’re a very submissive person when it gets down to it,” he smirks, his blue eyes becoming a bit darker.
I laugh, responding, “Maybe you’ll just have to find out.”
We both hurry out of the club, his hand in mine as he leads me out to catch a cab. The trip to my place consisted of Phil whispering dirty things in my ear.
“You’re gonna look so pretty with my cock in you,” he growled in my ear, earning a slight moan from me.
I can feel myself becoming more aroused as he continues, the drive seemingly taking too long.
We finally make it and barge into my apartment, the minute the door closes I’m pinned against it with his lips urgently on mine. I wrap my arms around his next, pulling him closer, desperate to feel his body against mine.
He tugs at the bottom of my shirt, mumbling, “Let’s see how gorgeous you are under this.”
Once it’s off, we stumble our way to the couch. Phil sits down first and pulls me on top of him, his lips kissing and sucking on my neck, marking me. The sensation of his soft yet chapped lips on my skin sends electricity through my body, his hands on my bare waist having a burning sensation and my sex feeling unbelievably desperate for his touch.
I begin to grind against Phil’s hard on, loving the slight whimpers and groans coming from his lips. I rid him of his shirt, trailing kisses down his neck and chest until I’m kneeling in front of him, already working on taking off his jeans.
I waste no time and start to pump his cock, a bit intimidated by his impressive size. His hands go behind my head and begin to push me down, making my bob my head as I take him in my mouth. “Holy fuck, that’s right baby. Just like that,” he groans, letting me bob my head on my own now. His hips buck every now and then, making his cock go deeper in my mouth and causing me to gag a bit.
He pulls me away and switches our positions, him now on top as I lay down. He kisses down my chest and stomach and quickly takes off my pants. He rubs me through my underwear, a satisfied humming sound leaving his throat.
"So ready for me. Do you want my mouth on you love?” He teases, ignoring my desperate whimpers. He firmly slaps my inner thigh, his eyes becoming a bit darker. “Use your words,” Phil commands, his dominance showing.
"Yes please, Phil! Please pleasure me,” I beg quickly, not sure if I can handle waiting any longer.
He smirks as he gets to work, his hands and mouth working such wonders on my sex, my back arching and a strew of swear words escaping my lips. Phil is obviously experienced as his tongue laps around my entrance, my hands running through his jet black hair.
"Fuck! Phil yes! Oh my fuck!” I slightly shout as he slips in a finger. He thrusts it in and out, going faster and his mouth still working, the sensation becoming too much.
"Come undone for me baby, show me how much I pleasure you, beautiful,” he mumbles against my sex, sending vibrations. I arch my back, letting go and coming in his mouth. He devours every drop, giving me a final kiss.
I’m a panting mess by the time I came down from my high, only to be pulled over. I look at him through my blurry vision, seeing his outline as he wraps a condom around his cock. He teases my entrance, rubbing the tip against it.
"Do you want me inside you, Y/N? To pound into you senselessly? To make you come again?” He asks rhetorically, smirking at the mess I am under him.
I quickly nod and pull him closer, not being able to form a coherent sentence, still dazed from the first orgasm. He chuckles darkly, pushing in the tip.
I gasp, his size stretching me. “Holy shit you’re so big, oh my fuck!”
Phil groans in satisfaction, slowly pushing himself in deeper. “Fuck Y/N! You feel so good around me love.”
He starts thrusting at steady pace, allowing me to adjust.
"Phil..faster, please,” I plead, bucking my hips to meet him in the middle.
He smirks, “What was that?” He slows down, going in deeper than before.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as he hits my sweet spot, over and over again, the sensation building again at the pit of my stomach.
"Oh fuck!” Phil begins to go faster, a light layer of sweat beginning to form on his body, our panting becoming more frequent, and the sound of skin slapping becomes louder as he pounds into me. “Y/N, baby, you feel so good,” he moans.
I can feel my second climax quickly approaching as I reach down with my hand to pleasure myself. Phil’s eyes grow even darker if possible at the sight, which encourages him to finish me off. His thrusts were getting sloppier, showing me he was just as close as I was.
"Phil..I’m getting close!” I pant, euphoria taking over my body as he thrusts in a couple more times.
"Fuck, Y/N,” he groans as I feel him come undone inside me. I follow not too far after, both of us moaning and riding our highs off together.
He collapses on top of me, the only sounds left are our panting and the faint city life traffic.
Phil lifts himself up a bit and looks me in the eyes, his becoming lighter like when I first saw him.
"You’re so gorgeous,” he mumbles, kissing me one more time before we just lay there. Minutes later, he mumbles, “Love…you’re amazing. Inside and out.” His breathing becomes steady and that’s when I know he’s fallen asleep, which I don’t mind.
Something was telling me this wouldn’t be a one night stand. I knew we would develop some kind of relationship, and I was more than okay with that. He’s different than others, you could see that from a mile away.
And that was the last thing on my mind before I, too, fell asleep with the help of his steady breathing and his arms around me.
There’s only so much pain
one person can handle on a daily basis. There must be a limit to how much shit
ever gets dropped on a person constantly. Both physically and mentally.
Harry pressed his face
deep into the couch, letting out a groan that was swallowed up by the cushions.
Draco, bless his soul, was next to him, his firm hand rubbing circles into his
“It’s not that bad,” his
partner said, and Harry could just imagine what Draco looked like right now.
Brows furrowed, lips tilted down. Adorable. A blessing.
“It’s that bad,” Harry
replied, words muffled. “It is that so very, very bad.”
Draco’s hand didn’t
falter in its pattern. “That makes no sense,” he said, but Harry knew that they
both knew what he was trying to say. “Maybe you can ask Ginny? She could help.”
“No she can’t,” was the
petulant answer, as quick as a flash. That
earned him a small pat on the shoulder. Painless, but meant as a light scold.
“You can’t just deal with
it all yourself. I’m not even a masseuse and I can feel all the knots in your
Harry turned his head to
the side, peering up at Draco through his lashes. He was pretty sure that
twenty-eight year old men don’t pout, but he threw on the biggest one he could
muster through the pain. Draco stared at him impassively.
With a dramatic sigh,
Harry flung his arm out to the side and as expected, Draco’s own shot out as
well, grabbing his hand and holding. It was a slightly awkward position what
with Harry facing down this time, but he still relished in the contact. “I don’t
want to do it.”
“Then don’t,” Draco said,
confusion in his voice.
“But I have to.”
“Under what constitute?”
Harry glared at him
again, trying to pout. He should’ve known by know that it had absolutely no
effect on Draco. “Under the fact that I just have to.”
“You sound like a child,”
came the dry answer and Draco rolled his eyes. Even when condescending, he
still looked so elegant.
“What if I am?”
“Am I married to a minor?”
“What if you are?”
There was a pause, then a
pat on his rump. “Get up, you useless excuse of a man. If you won’t do it for
them, then do it for me?”
At that, Harry couldn’t
help it. He could never refuse him
anything. Even if what he had to do had literally nothing to do with Draco. And
Draco fucking knew it. In fact, Harry could practically hear the smug tone
behind that sentence. It was endearingly irritating.
“Fine,” he said in
exasperation, pushing himself up on the couch. “Back to the grind.”
“The what?” Muggle
expressions were still lost to Draco. It amused Harry to no end.
Swinging his legs off of
the couch and effectively knocking Draco off with him, he stood up and
stretched, groaning as his back popped. “Holy fuck, I’m old. I shouldn’t be
tasked with babysitting.”
“It’s because you’re old that you’re babysitting.”
“Thanks for the concern,
it’s much appreciated.” Harry walked over to the floo, grabbing a handful. It
was almost time Hermione and Ron were supposed to leave, with little Rose and
Hugo waiting impatiently for their favourite uncle. They were a wild duo, not
only massacring his mental state with questions about everything, but climbing all over him. Literally. As if he were a
“I’m always concerned for
Harry turned to shoot
Draco an unamused expression and was met with the man surprisingly closer,
pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
Warnings: Smut, language, and fluff (teasing, oral sex, a little pain kink if you squint, unprotected sex - never indulge in any of these things without consent or protection, kiddies! Of course, if you’re already in a committed relationship, play on!)
A/N: Hello hello! This one’s a part two to a fic previously done for Katie and Chlo’s Autumn Writing Song Challenge:
Give and Take. (And yes, reading that first is so necessary!) I’m so thankful for the response that it has received - thank you to everyone for the likes and comments! The first was meant to be a one-shot. But it just wouldn’t let me go. So I’m at it again. Hope you enjoy it!
Special thanks once again to @casownsmyass for the inspiration - without your prompts, this would never have happened. 💖
*A very special thanks to my love @chaos-and-the-calm67 for being a beautiful soul and a great beta! This one is dedicated to every reader - in these scary times, I hope this helps. 💜
My primary is @kalliravenne; however, @neversatisfiedgirl is my new writing blog where I hope to keep writing and trying out more fanfics. Hope you’ll stop by and say hello :)
HAHAHHAAA!!! What kind of “woe is me” bullshit is this?!?!
First off, I gotta rename the author of this article Stretch Armstrong because HOLY FUCK, the reach is too damn real.
Second, white people food is bland and disgusting because, NEWSFLASH!!! White people don’t have as rich of a culinary history as POC! Whites colonized and enslaved nations of people and forced them to do the cooking.
In the Atlanta episode of Anthony Bourdain’s “The Layover,” Alton Brown (yes, he’s white) explained it perfectly:
Whites in America relied on enslaved Blacks to cook and prepare their food. When Black folks were free, whites didn’t know how to cook for themselves. Black folks took the recipes for themselves and created Southern cuisine.
Third, POC food is NOTORIOUS for being good, cheap food. What? Is pho not cheap? Are Trini doubles not cheap? Are pupusas not cheap? What about Chinese takeout? How about samosas?
Don’t be salty because we know how to cook good food on the cheap.
Lastly, white people food is terrible because culturally speaking, IT’S SHIT. White food has always taken a utilitarian approach. You’ve prioritized prepackaged, preseasoned, precooked, and overly processed bullshit over actual cooking techniques. It’s not about you not having money, it’s about you not understanding how to work with the ingredients in your fridge.
Just take a look at SPAM: white people HATE spam, a food that they created, yet Asians and Polynesians mastered the art of spam cookery. We took your shit and made it better.
Don’t blame us for your laziness. No one told you to leave your boiled chicken unseasoned, or to whip your mashed potatoes without any chives or butter, you lazy fuck.
The main part of the tattoo is the pentacle in the center of the circle. Typically the pentacle is the sign of the Devil, but it has to be inverted, so in this case it isn’t Lucifer’s sign. It acts more as an indication that the tattoo will only work against demons, not anything else like ghosts. Because it has the pentacle though, it looks more like a regular devil’s trap, except without the sigils.
This creates two problems.
Demon possession tattoos are supposed to repel demons, not trap them.
Without sigils it’s powerless anyways.
Therefore, something has to ward off the demons and something has to give the tattoo power to ward off said demons. The only thing left in the tattoo to give it power is the flames.
However, it would be much more practical just to have sigils on the tattoo, rather than flames, so there must be a reason why there are flames.
I went through a number of theories on what it couldn’t be.
My initial thought was that it was for hellfire. Demons are fundamentally repelled by hellfire as they don’t want to return to Hell (Except for Alastair). Having a human with the mark of hellfire on them would act as a repellant, maybe serve to make it feel like hellfire if the demon possessed said human. However, according to Lucifer, Hell doesn’t burn hot. It burns cold. So this theory doesn’t work.
Lucifer’s sign. Lucifer was also known as the Morning Star. With the pentacle in the center and the flames directed outwards with five points longer than the rest, it looks like a star. The pentacle on the inside typically serves as a Mark of Lucifer. Any human marked with Lucifer’s sign could be viewed as one of those the Devil has set aside and therefore demons would be less likely to risk possessing them. However, once again, the pentacle isn’t inverted and if anything, demons would still probably possess them.
It looks cool. I refuse to think that the writers would be so shallow that it’s only for aesthetic.
However, after eliminating hellfire and Lucifer’s sign, there was only one thing left that I thought it could really be without stretching it too far.
Originally the tattoo would probably have been protection against Lucifer, maybe not even in regards to possession.
If the tattoo or the symbol itself was to be protection against the devil, then it had to protect against an angel. It was probably a ring of Holy Fire in early days, placed over the heart or on the forehead so the Devil could not enter or affect the heart or mind.
Afterwards, the tattoo was probably transferred onto the very nature of demons with the addition of the pentacle. The pentacle noted that it was to apply to demons and the holy fire was left to keep out the Devil.
It probably can’t keep out angels because the pentacle corrupted the holy fire. It’s no longer divine enough to restrict them. But for corrupt beings such as demons, the blend works.
Withink of anothinking, first the rocks on hide flake
And on the body, but loose this hued greened rot, and like this desire that with make my stretching the terrified holy fleet,
Yet do not to me those iride-
While bay lips, and said I,
How lone of another reckling or
ther your was a life;which even it all.
From the both hearth hath snow, in the light.
No leave to call—
Because to enjoy.
And baser three.
And a melt of Being the back up. Villagers.”
Rolling her eyes Y/N walked into her bedroom. She had had
enough of her step-brother playing his shitty music so loudly. She had no idea
why her dad didn’t say anything to him. But then she remembered he wasn’t his
son, he couldn’t do much. Stripping out of her clothes she took her bra off
before putting on one of her baggy shirts, humming to one of her own songs that
she was singing in her head.
“You’ve got really nice boobs.” She heard the voice of her
annoying step-brother from behind her, turning around there he was sitting on
her bed. A smirk covered his face and he looked very pleased with himself. She
wouldn’t admit it out lout but he was really attractive.
“What are you doing? Get out!” She groaned, pulling the
shirt down past her legs trying to cover herself up.
“Oh please, Y/N. I see the way you look at me.” He paused,
standing up and moving towards her. “You bite your lip and you cross your legs,
trying to relieve yourself while we eat dinner.” His voice lowered as he got
closer to her face, she could feel his breath. “And then I hear you late at
night, moaning.” Her face turned bright red, he was right. She did get a bit
flustered when it came to Luke.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” She gulped.
Summary: Blaine didn’t talk about his family much. Now Kurt knows why.
Prompt: Blaine’s been acting weird for the past few days and the new directions convince kurt to take them to blaine’s house/stark mansion for an intervention. Turns out Blaine’s friends who are superheroes (Peter parker, deadpool, etc) visit him. Anderstark. None of the nd but kurt has been to his house and they donty know who his dad is. THANK YOUUUU
Warnings: Deadpool. He’s a warning in himself right?
Warnings: Smut, Blood-sharing, detailed description of adult activity, you should probably read this having already listened to ‘Do I Wanna Know’ by Arctic Monkeys, this is the first time I’ve ever written anything whatsoever so sorry if I did it wrong or it sucks. (I linked up the song for people that want it ~ S <3)
“Guess I’m home alone then.” You shrug to yourself.
It had been two weeks since Derek and I had our first date. I had come over to the loft with armfuls of groceries, and we had cooked a great dinner together, putting on some music as we worked and moving around each other flawlessly. We had sat down and had a nice meal, chatting about this and that, naturally falling into the date scenario. After we ate, Derek surprised me with cookies that he had made, smiling proudly as I praised his work.
Since then, everything had fallen into place. We spent more time together, became more affectionate towards one another. The pack was taking it well, saying that they knew it would happen eventually, blah blah blah. It was all going surprisingly well, especially considering nice things didn’t last very long due to the lives we lived.
“So,” I started, moving to tilt my head up so I could see Derek’s face. I was currently cuddled into his side on his couch as we watched some movie on tv. “You never told me about that dream you had. The one that started all this.” I shot him a suggestive grin as his cheeks turned the slightest bit pink under his stubble.
“You want to talk about it?” he asked, shock in his voice as he raised his brows at me. I sat up a bit, fully facing him now, so that I could speak better.
“Why not?” I shot back. “I think it’d be hot to know what your subconscious thinks about me doing.” I ran a hand from Derek’s knee up his thigh, massaging the hard muscles beneath his jeans as I bit my lip, watching his reaction. Sure, Derek and I had made out several times, done a bit of this and that, and felt each other up here and there. But we had yet to actually have sex, and Lord knows I wanted this man.
“Wouldn’t that be…weird?” Derek asked, his breath the slightest bit shaky. I noticed that his chest was rising just slightly faster than normal, his eyes occasionally flicking between my gaze and my hand on his leg. I scooted closer to him so that I could press my lips to his ear.
“Nervous, are we?” I whispered, gently biting his earlobe after I spoke. I heard him suck in a sharp breath, making me smirk to myself. “If you want, I’ll tell you about mine first.”
“If you want,” he said, eyes widened a fraction. Pulling back, I gave him a sultry look, my free hand moving to the back of his neck where I proceeded to play with the small hairs there. It was something I had started to do without noticing over the last two weeks, but Derek seemed to like it, leaning into my touch.
“Well,” I began, my eyes scanning his body as I spoke. “In my dream, we were on a couch, just like this. Except, I was in your lap, like so.” I paused to straddle Derek’s legs, my upper body molding to his. He watched with an intense green gaze, hanging onto my words. “And we were making out.” I leaned in to ghost my lips over his, barely touching. “It was a mess of tongues and teeth and lips. So freaking hot. And my hands were in your hair, tugging and making you moan into my mouth.” I did as I said, pulling playfully and earning a quiet groan, Derek’s pupils blowing up with lust.
“What next?” he breathed, his voice low and raspy, sending shivers down my spine.
“Then our shirts were on the floor,” I purred into his ear. Derek scrambled to find the hem of my tank top, ripping it over my head unceremoniously and making me giggle. I took his off after, tossing it aside and taking a minute to admire his toned chest. I bit my lip as I studied him, nails raking down his body. I heard a low growl come from the back of his throat, his hands squeezing my hips and urging me to continue. “And the next thing I knew, I was riding you, your hard cock filling me up deliciously.”
“Fuck, Y/N,” Derek rasped, his efforts to keep under control slowly beginning to falter.
“Your hands were holding me just like this,” I said softly, grabbing Derek’s wrists. I moved one hand to my breast, the other to the small of my back. I let out a small moan when he began to massage my breasts over my bra, need coursing through my veins. “And I was bouncing on you, fast and hard. Your hips started to snap up into mine, making me yell your name.” I gasped as I felt Derek rut up against me, the bulge in his jeans rubbing against my core. “Then your fingers twisted in my hair..”
“Like this?” he asked lowly, his hand moving to grab a fistful of hair at the base of my neck. I managed a yes, my breathing becoming a bit more labored as I felt the delicious pull. Derek smashed his lips to mine in a heated kiss, the hand on the back of my head holding my against him. My fingertips dug into his bare shoulders as our tongues fought each other, teeth nipping every now and then. Pulling myself away breathlessly, I rested my forehead against Derek’s, finding his green eyes.
“I think you should tell me about your dream now,” I said, making him grin at me a bit. I let out a yelp of surprise when he stood up suddenly, carrying me with him as he walked to the bed. Derek laid me down, his body hovering over mine. Immediately, his lips were on my neck, sucking and nipping, making me let out little moans and gasps.
“In my dream,” he said between kisses. “We were in my bed, and you were sucking me off.” I bit my lip at his words, my hands running over the expanse of his back. “I loved seeing your lips wrapped around my cock. It was such a beautiful sight.”
“Fuck, Der,” I breathed, arching my back as he bit down on my collarbone before sucking a mark on the thin flesh.
“And then you were riding me until I flipped us over and pounded into you. Oh, you were screaming my name, telling me to fuck you harder, faster. And I watched you come all over me. Shit, it was hot, Y/N,” he said, ending on a pant. I was practically shaking with need now.
“I can’t wait anymore,” I told him, reaching down and unbuttoning Derek’s jeans, watching with hooded eyes as he removed them. He worked on mine until they were on the floor, then reached up to unclasp my bra. His mouth was on my breasts in an instant, swirling his tongue around my nipples and making me whimper. My panties were fucking soaked by now, and all I cared about was getting sweet release.
“You’re so wet for me,” Derek whispered, one of his hands cupping my center. I moaned loudly, moving against him to try and get some friction. Derek caught on and pulled my underwear down my legs, discarding it with our other clothes. His fingers slid through my folds, teasing, before finally pushing into me, one at a time.
“Oh, God!” I cried, feeling him curl them just the right way to hit my g-spot. I dug my nails into his back as his thumb began to rub circles on my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the edge until I was just about to-
Derek pulled his hand away, his lips finding mine again. I rolled us over so I was straddling him again, pulling his boxers away and gripping his hard length. He groaned against me as I stroked him a few times. Then I was lowering myself onto his length, and we both broke away and let out a low moans. I didn’t stop until he was fully buried inside me, feeling the delicious stretch of his length.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, just before starting to move my hips back and forth. Derek’s hands were on my hips, helping to guide my actions a tad, the tips of his fingers sure to leave bruises for tomorrow.
“You feel so good,” he said, his voice sounding nearly wrecked. I bit my lip, my eyes falling shut as I began to pull myself up, then move back down on him. Derek’s lips were parted, hot breath coming out in short spurts. I rested my hands on his chest, nails biting into his skin as I picked up my pace.
“Derek,” I whined, my movements increasing in pace as he began to meeting my thrusts, hitting spots deeper within me. The next thing I knew, we were flipped over and he was pounding into me, just like in his dream he had described only minutes before. He moved one of my legs to wrap around his waist as he kissed me again, this time with more force and urgency.
“Come on, Y/N,” he whispered in my ear, his thumb moving to rub tight circles on my clit as he slammed into me at an inhuman pace. I was a screaming, moaning mess, my head tossed back into my pillows, nails leaving long scratch marks down Derek’s back. “Come for me. I wanna see you.”
“Derek!” I cried, his words sending me over the edge. The orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, sudden and all at once. I clenched around him, white bursts of light exploding behind my closed lids. Derek continued to thrusts into me until he was coming, too, groaning my name into the junction of my neck and shoulder. We rode out our aftershocks, moving against one another until he finally pulled out and laid beside me on the bed.
“Fuck,” he breathed, pulling the sheets around us. I laid there panting, waiting to catch my breath, a sated grin on my lips.
“That was so much better than the dream,” I said, earning a loud, hearty laugh, not something I was sure I’d ever heard before. I liked that sound.
“Definitely,” Derek agreed, wrapping an arm around me and placing a kiss to my temple. I settled in next to him, thinking that I could get used to this, when the loft door flew open and Scott and Stiles rushed in, words spewing from their mouths. Derek sat up, leaning on one hand.
“Oh, my god,” Stiles said, both boys stopping in their tracks. Their eyes were wide, taking in the sight before them. I raised a brow at them, waiting for an explanation. I could tell that Derek was about to explode, anger all over his face. “Did you guys just have sex? Are you kidding right now?” He paused briefly, shaking his head at the situation and turning to head toward the couch. “I really hope that this doesn’t happen again now that you’re dating. I mean, please tell me that this won’t be a regular thing, because I’m already scarred for life. Come on, get dressed, we’ve got some serious business to discuss-”
“Actually,” I interrupted, earning the attention of all three boys as I propped myself up on my elbows, holding the sheet to my body. “We were just about to go for round two, so unless you feel like watching, which I wouldn’t suggest, Derek’s ass is so pale it could probably blind you, then you should probably just leave and don’t turn back. Stop by tomorrow and we’ll talk.” I gave them a pointed look, their jaws nearly on the floor.
“Yeah, alright. Sounds good,” Stiles said, nodding and grabbing Scott’s arm, pulling him out of the loft and slamming the door behind them. I turned to look at Derek, a victorious smile on my face. He was looking at me with wide eyes, wonder on his face.
“What?” I asked, laughing lightly. He shook his head, lips turning up at the corners.
“I think I am in love with you,” he said, making me burst into laughter. “I’m serious! I have never been able to make them leave like that. That was…amazing.” I laid back on the bed, watching as Derek studied me with those damn green eyes. He leaned down, kissing me with so much passion, I was actually taken aback. His body pressed to mine, and I couldn’t help but pull away.
“Are you seriously hard again?” I asked, raising my brows at him. He chuckled, moving so he was hovering over me.
“That was fucking hot,” he said, his voice low and sexy yet again. “So, about that round two…”