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Story behind the Tattoo

Characters: Sam, Dean x Female Reader!Tattoo Artist,   

Warnings: tattoos, smut, slight abuse, rough sex, biting, semi-public sex, cursing, unprotected sex  

Word count: 3300   

Summary: Reader!Tattoo artist gives the Winchester brothers their anti-possession tattoos, and then bumps into Dean later that night, on her way to find some trouble.  

A/N: My first ever fanfic, so I had to ‘go big or go home!’ Please tell me what you think!

S/O to my Betas! I can’t tell you thank you enough for being so supportive!

@sis-tafics You are a superstar! When I shared the idea of writing my first fic “I’d read the shit out of that, please tag me

@sofreddie “The smut - Good Lord! - was certainly hot!”

@deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester “I loved it. Post it and add me to your forever tags”

@thinkwritexpress-official “This entire story is really hot but this part is just. Ahhh. Holy hell.”

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“Hello, we’d like to both get tattoos please.” One male voice said.

“Please?” Another male voice let out a chuckle at the politeness of the first one to speak.

“Sorry we are booked a month out. You can leave a deposit and schedule a time to come back?” The front desk attendant asked.  

“If they’re smaller size then I’m available!” You shouted up towards the front. Tonight’s appointment had texted and cancelled only a few minutes prior and you hadn’t gotten a chance yet to tell the desk.  You walked out of your private cubicle and out into the hallway, where two tall, delicious-looking men stood.

One of them was a little taller than the other, and he had long brown hair that flopped down to frame his face. The other one, less tall, but just as handsome as the first, was eyeing you in confusion. “Where on your body and how big? Color or black?”

“Whoa, whoa, I don’t know if I trust a chick to permanently mark up my body.” The less tall, more blonde man said, raising a hand in your direction.  

Before you could utter a smart mouth comeback about him preferring some hulking male to manhandle him instead, the brown-haired guy made a jab at the other’s ribs and gave him a bitchface before turning back to you and making a circular shape with his hands, “About this size, black, and on our chests.”

Clearing his throat, the blonde one added “Nothing too fancy.” He was still eyeballing you, but you didn’t mind it much since he had the most amazing deep, sea green eyes, even under the terrible fluorescent lighting. With gorgeous lusty eyes like those, you’d let him get away with the earlier rude comment about trusting ‘a chick.’

“Sure. ‘Bout $50 for the each of you. Do you know what design you wanna get?“ 

The tall one pulled a journal from inside his jacket and flipped open to a page with a pentagram and some poorly drawn flames surrounding it. Normally, you were able to control your facial expressions and remain pretty stoic, but this was just too precious. You couldn’t help but crack a smile as a little laugh left your lips. You’d seen all sorts of crazies walk in asking for unexplainable tattoos, and in all sorts of embarrassing places, but this was just sweet.

"Something funny?” The sex god with green eyes asked you.  

“Just not what I was expecting from you two. Normally your types get… I don’t know, tribal designs or something.”     

“Our types? Wha-What does she me-” He looked back and forth between his tall friend and you, confused. He got to take a jab at you as 'some chick,’ so you jabbed back at him playfully, and when he saw your growing smile, he understood your sarcastic insinuation.  

“Okay listen,” the tall one said, drawing your attention back to him, “it doesn’t have to be this exact drawing, but overall like this. The most important thing is we need the pentagram to be like this, with the lines overlapping and underlapping in a certain way.” He explained while pointing at the different places in the drawing.  

“No really, it’s good.” You tried your best to sound convincing and took the page from the tall brown-haired sweetheart, “Just give me like 10 minutes to sharpen this up, make my transfers, and scrub up. You guys take a seat, I’ll call you back in a few.”  

After drafting a cleaner version of their drawing and sharpening up the flames surrounding the pentagram, you set up your area and called them both back, “Hey boys, come check this out.” Green eyes met yours before you’d even finished your sentence, he was already walking towards you, his cologne wafting towards you as he came into your cubicle.  

“I’m Dean, by the way.” A blush broke out over your neck and up your cheeks.  

“Y/N” You hadn’t meant for your voice to be a breathy whisper, but something about him made your skin hot.

“This is my brother, Sam.”

“Oooh, brothers. Got it.” You let the sarcasm creep back into your voice to continue the earlier implication that they were lovers.   

Dean shot you a glare and you swear it went straight to your core. How could a dude you just met a few minutes prior be tossing you glances that gave you butterflies and made your head cloudy? Changing the subject quickly, before you melted on the floor, you cleared your throat and asked Sam what he thought about your rendition of his drawing. Sam had moved to hover over the small table in the corner, looking at the transfers you’d made, his forehead wrinkled in concentration. He was minutely comparing your drawing to his original version in his journal.

“We’re sticklers for details.” Dean offered when he noticed you waiting for Sam’s approval. He nodded slightly at Dean, who nodded back at him in return, like some sort of unspoken language between the two of them. You take that as your cue to glove up and get ready.  

“Alright so, who wants to go first?” You asked as you snapped the glove at your wrist.  

….  

After you’d finished the tattoos on the two 'Brother’s Grimm,’ you’d nicknamed them in your head, you were outside in the back alley catching a smoke break. You’d been trying to quit for a while now, so you were just holding a lit cigarette, twirling it in your fingers, not allowing yourself to take a drag. This was torture. You’d told yourself that this would be the best way for you to quit, but this was just plain sad. You watched as the ribbons of smoke burnt off the tip, losing yourself in thought. You flicked the cancer-stick away from you, not caring to smash out the cherry, when an idea dawned on you. You didn’t need to ween off the smokes, you just needed to find a new vice. Replace one bad habit with another.

Pushing off the wall you’d been leaning against, you started to walk towards the mouth of the alley, leaving the tattoo shop behind you. You had about 30 more minutes left before you had to head back, and the bar across the street was the perfect place to drown inside a bottle… or two.  

“Y/n. Fancy seeing you here.”  

Dean’s voice came from somewhere off to the side. Turning, you saw he’d parked on this side of the street, closing the door to a beautiful classic Chevy Impala, and was probably heading to the same bar.  

“Here? Oh, I’m a regular here.” You gestured to the alley behind you, sarcasm dripping from your words.  

“Is that so?” He took a few strides towards you and warmth pooled in your belly. Something about him was telling you 'danger’ but he was too fun to flirt with, and every time your eyes caught his eyes, a chill ran up your spine. The time you’d spent tattooing him earlier tonight, flirting to distract him from the buzz of the gun, watching his small muscle ticks when the needle broke skin, wiping away excess ink from his perfectly chiseled chest, those memories were still fresh in your mind.

You lifted your chin confidently and smiled at him crookedly. He took that as an invitation to continue walking towards where you stood on the curb. You knew your gut didn’t lie, he probably was dangerous, but it was just so thrilling to keep this going. This balancing act of flirting just enough, letting the sexual tension grow and grow. Before you could think further, his face was hovering just in front of yours. His lips a breath away from you, and suddenly you were so thankful that you didn’t take a drag from that cigarette.  

You crashed your lips to his roughly, calling his bluff and wrapping your small hands around his jaw. You felt him crane his neck down to you, and his hands run up your sides and around your back. One hand strayed up to the nape of your neck as he tried to deepen the kiss, his tongue pressing against your lips begging entrance to your mouth.  

You pulled back with a jerk and open palm slapped his face, taking him completely by surprise, the loud SMACK breaking apart your silent moment under the streetlights. He backed up a few paces towards his car with his hands up in mock surrender.  

“Whoa, hey- I didn’t- You kissed me fir-”  

Before he could utter any more words, a wicked smile spread across your lips and you stalked towards him, swaying your hips. He caught on quickly and lowered his hands, a slight smile playing at his expressions. Eyebrows raising, he whispered in awe, “You’re a wild one, aren’t you, y/n?”

You continued walking towards him, backing him up until he bumped backwards into the driver’s door of his Impala.    

“Well, not 'supernaturally’ wild.” You cracked a joke at his earlier tattoo chair confessions, “but I’ve been known to have a vice here or there,” You rested your hands on his shirt just over his stomach feeling his abs ripple as you ran your fingers over them, “and I was actually just about to go look for another…”

“Don’t objectify m-” Your mouth was on his before he could finish his smart-ass remark. You started the kiss roughly again, but he wrapped his long fingers around your skull, gripping a clump of your hair and you had to give in. You let your lips part with a moan and your tongues met at the same time, colliding and dancing against each other. You felt like he was taking whatever he needed from you, just as much as you were taking from him.  You’re playing a cat and mouse game, but who exactly was the cat and who was the mouse?  

You could feel his length bulging in his jeans against your lower stomach so you ground your hips against him, eliciting a deep growl as his chest expanded with a breath. Your hand reached behind his ass to grab the driver’s door handle and pull it open.  When Dean realized what you were doing, his hands left your body to help yank the door open. You broke away the kiss and smiled mischievously at him, wiggling a finger for him to follow you onto the bench seat.  

“Let’s break this baby in.” You giggled.

“Oh, Baby.” Something in the way he said it, you weren’t sure if it was directed at you or at the Impala, but you weren’t about to stop to ask. As you lay back on the front bench seat, he crawled in over you and ran his tongue over some exposed flesh on your stomach where your shirt had pulled up slightly. The sensation of his warm tongue and then cool breath had your panties soaked through already and sent a shiver down to your bones.

He unbuttoned your jeans and you helped him shimmy you out of them, along with your panties. You watched him through your eyelashes, waiting to see what this green-eyed sex god would do next. Without breaking eye contact, he wrapped his hands under each of your butt cheeks and used his weight to push your legs apart, settling in between. Achingly slowly, he dipped his head low and swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud. A breathy moan escaped your lips before he dove in, roughly kissing your pussy as his stubble rubbed against your thighs in an exquisite way.  

“D-Dean.” You let your eyes close and head roll back as you tried to run your fingers through his short hair. His long fingers started squeezing and digging into your ass cheeks as he groaned back a response. It was the perfect balance of pleasure and pain, just how you liked it. Your hands left his hair and traveled up over your own stomach, lifting your tank top and bra up to expose your breasts. Absently, you played with your hard nipples while he continued licking and sucking at the apex between your thighs.  

He pulled one hand away and before you knew it, he was sliding two fingers into you and dragging them over your g-spot in rhythm with his tongue strokes. You tried so hard to stay still and let him work you over, but soon your hips were moving on their own and bucking against his perfect face. “I- I’m gonna come”  

He growled against you again and pulled the hand that was still on your ass away, only to push down hard on the top of your mound, causing you to take his entire assault full on. He flattened his tongue against you and twisted his fingers. Not caring anymore to stay quiet, you moaned his name, loud enough for the patrons across the street to hear, as your orgasm ripped through your limbs and sent white and black splotches across your vision.   

Before you had a chance to come down and form coherent thoughts, he was lifting his shirt over his head, the plastic wrap still covering your fresh art on his chest. Unbuckling his pants, his cock sprang free, long and thick. You licked your lips at the sight of him and your pussy throbbed, wanting him inside you as soon as possible. He pumped himself a few times, while he lined up with your opening. His eyes met yours and some emotion flashed quickly in that sea of green. Concern?  

“What?”  

“I don’t want to hurt you.”  

You giggled, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll like it, I promise.” You let your hands lift up to run over his forearms and biceps as he dipped into you. You arched your back in response and tilted your hips to open to him easier. Without thinking of it, you lifted one leg up and over the steering wheel since the other leg was pinned against the bench seat. Dean slid into you slowly, filling you up fully and groaning out his satisfaction. Pausing for a second to let you adjust to his size, he ran a hand down your side to your thigh. Turning his head and realizing your foot was on the steering wheel, he slapped the bottom of your thigh, causing you to yelp and your foot to fall off.  

“Hey! Easy on Baby.” Dean said. You realized in that moment that he had been talking about the car earlier, referring to it as 'Baby.’ You couldn’t let him get away with that slap. You giggled seductively and pulled his head back down to yours, kissing him deeply and running your teeth across his bottom lip. You let your hands run up his smooth back and sides wrapping your hands around his firm shoulders. You let your thumb run down and over the plastic wrap on his fresh tattoo, the raw skin there causing him to pull away from your lips and hiss in a breath. You had barely touched him, but you knew it was enough to get his attention, like fingernails across a sunburn. You smiled wickedly and he returned it, a glimmer in his eye as he started pumping in and out of you forcefully.      

Every time he pulled out, he slowed down and almost stopped with just barely the head of his cock inside you, only to then slam back into you, crashing his hips against the inside of your open thighs. As his pace quickened, you let your head roll back and to the side, and he took the open spot at your neck as an invitation. He trailed open mouth kisses from your collarbone up to your earlobe, pulling it between his teeth and biting gently, all the while forcefully grinding against your cunt. The feeling of his teeth on your ear made you whimper, that was your weakness. How had he found it so fast?  

“You like that Y/n? You like when I bite you?”  

“Yes. Dean. Sh-shit.” Was all you could make out in between his pounding thrusts.

He ran his tongue down from your earlobe to your shoulder and bit down again, hard. You moaned out something sinful. Then he replaced his teeth with his lips and tongue, gently pulling and sucking. You knew he was probably going to leave a hickey there, but the idea of getting marked up by him only turned you on more.  

You lifted a hand and grabbed the back of his neck, dragging his attention back to your mouth, kissing him sloppily and deep, forcing your tongue into his mouth and him mirroring you. You could taste your earlier orgasm still on his lips and it only made you burn hotter. His fingers dug into your hip, pushing you down into the bench seat as your pussy started to tighten and flutter, his thrusts becoming erratic and deeper.  He broke the kiss and tucked his head against your neck again, nipping, biting, sucking, dragging his teeth over your skin. He got to your earlobe again and drew his tongue around the outer edge of it, causing you to squirm against him, but it was no use, he had you pinned down, his body weight a welcome force against you.  

Groaning out, he said, “I’m gonna come in you, alright?” You were too much of a mess of heavy breathing and focusing on your own orgasm to answer right away, which made him bite down hard near your collarbone.  

“Oh god, Dean. Fuck. Yes.” Your voice a whine as he drew you closer and closer to that precipice of climax.  

He pulled his face away, long enough for you to see his huge grin, before he snaked up a hand and wrapped a bunch of your hair in his fist and pulled. You cried out in pleasure as he resumed kissing your neck and ear, swirling his hips against you in a punishing rhythm. “Come on Y/n. Come for me.”  

In just a few more thrusts, he was growling against your neck, your skin between his teeth, finding his orgasm just as yours slammed down against you. Your pussy clenching around his thick shaft, filling you up so that you could feel every twitch and jump of his cock as he finished deep inside you.  

After a few minutes, when you felt like you’d returned back into your body, you pushed against him gently, careful not to graze the fresh tattoo again. He got the hint and slid out of you, the loss of him causing your stomach to roll back into place. He leaned over the back of the seat, grabbed a flannel shirt, and bringing it down, started to wipe you clean.  

“Look at that. Not even at the shop, and I still manage to find an apprentice to clean up my mess.” You giggled at your own joke.  

“Apprentice? Heck no, sweetheart. I’m a Master. I’ll best you, anytime, anywhere.” He winked at you as he pulled his pants back up and handed you yours.  

“Alright,” you said pulling down your bra and shirt back into place and slipping your pants up. “It’s still early for me, why don’t you take me over to that bar and show me? Ever heard of Billiard Blitz?”  

“What? What is that, like drunk pool?”  

“Oh, honey. Let me teach you the ways of this college town.” You smiled up at him as his green eyes warmed and he pushed open the car door, “There aren’t many rules, but it starts with one of us chugging until the other breaks…” You continued talking as you let him pull you from the car and led you off to the bar across the street, fading into the neon flash of the signs.  

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i was browsing through some runway photos and thought this outfit from saint laurent fall ‘15 collection looked a bit too familiar??

most of the clothing was sold out ages ago but these are the average prices i managed to find, which means victor’s ep10 outfit is worth around 3300€ / $3500! the boy is loaded and i am not even surprised anymore

//EDIT: the sweater discourse inspired me to give video editing a try (x)

Glitch in Time

An Antisepticeye story based on the characters of @justwritingscibbles in this fic. (Including a very brief mention of Taylor.)

Originally posted by lum1natrix

Y/N shrieked as she jumped backwards, dodging the slashing knife at eye height, her cup of tea splashing down her shirt.
“Anti! What the hell!” she grumbled, looking at her saturated top. “That’s not funny!”
“Sure it is!” Anti cackled, flipping the knife in his hand, “you’re not hurt, are you?”
“No, the tea’s cold,” Y/N admitted, “but that doesn’t make it funny. I swear, you’ll be the death of me one day.”
“C'mon Sugar. Lighten up. We’re only playing.”
“No! I’m not playing. Just leave me alone for a bit, it’s been a really bad day.” Anti’s knife vanished. His eyes glinted with green light.
“I know I can make it better,” he offered, eyebrows waggling, “and I bet I can get you to… Play.” He darted forward, slipping past Y/N with a cheeky slap on her behind. She swung at him with the heavy textbook on her other hand.
“Hey!” Y/N yelled as Anti slipped away, darting into a lamp by the kitchen. Y/N chased after him, dropping the empty cup and snatching at the blur leaping between appliances.
“Can’t catch me!” Anti mocked, just out of reach.
“I’m going to strangle you!” Y/N growled.
“That’s my girl,” he chuckled, leaving the kitchen appliances and slipping into a hallway lamp, then into the bedroom. There weren’t as many electronics to hide in here, so he hid in the alarm clock by the bed, the digital screen flashing ‘HE:HE’ instead of numbers.
“Told you I could make you play,” Anti laughed, his voice echoing through the room.
“Oh, go to hell!” Y/N screeched, slamming her textbook down hard upon the clock.

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Splash | Tom Holland

Originally posted by septodragon

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: All you wanted to do was push your “best friend” into the pool…

Word count: 3300+

Warning(s): A little bit of swearing, my amateur writing skills, mistakes (even tho i did try my best to edit this), some fluff???

A/N: i’m finally posting the Tom Holland imagine that I promised you guys when I hit 400 followers! *nervously chuckles as i look at my 470 followers* this is the first time I’ve written a long Tom Holland imagine so please don’t attack me if this is bad. also, this imagine isn’t gender specific so y’all can go wild with your imaginations! (im also living for the possibility of tom being bi after that japanese sm:h interviewthis imagine turned out to be a lot longer than I anticipated.. but I hope you all enjoy it and don’t be afraid to give me (CONSTRUCTIVE) feedback or whatnot ❤️

ALSO: i mention temperature once in this fic and sorry americans but im using degrees celcius so dont freak out on me


The water looked deep and inviting. But you knew you weren’t getting in there before pushing Tom in first.

“Thomas!” you cried. “Hurry up you twat! It shouldn’t take you this long to put on the swimwear equivalent of shorts.”

You stood at the edge of your pool with your hand on your left hip looking back at the house. In the past ten minutes, you’d sat down on the poolside lounger and gotten up to walk to the pool about five times. Today was particularly hot and as you had yet to enter the pool, you knew your face was sporting the shade of a ripe tomato.

“They’re called board shorts, darling,” Tom replied teasingly from the bathroom window. “And I’ll be down in a minute. I just need to… fix something.”

“I was just trying to prove a point! And what are you trying to fix? Your sad lack of lips?”

“Fuck you, (Y/N), I heard that!” You snorted.

Seeing as Tom had previously said he’d be down in a minute a minute ago you decided that you would be better off laying on the lounger as you waited. The summer sun was relentless and even under the patio umbrella, you had to squint wherever you looked as the sunlight bounced off every surface it could reach. You picked up your sunglasses from the small poolside table and put them on, relieving your eyes, and relaxed into your seat, enjoying the feel of the cool breeze against your skin and the sound of swaying trees in the distance.

The idea of taking a nap was extremely inviting and you let your eyes close and your mind doze off as you happily imagined the look on Tom’s face when you were going to push him into the pool later that day.

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Yes and No

Bucky Barnes x reader

Bucky plans a proposal for you but pops the question on the night just before. You decide to still go through with it but this time, making your next move in the never-ending prank war with your friends. [~3300 words]

warnings: language and Bucky Barnes proposing three times which needs a warning for itself

A/N: the word ‘happy’ is in this about 3095328 times but we’re going to ignore that. 

Originally posted by little--batman

The knock on his door was hesitant but not but not quiet enough to not be noticeable which is why Steve wanted to kick the person on the other side right in the solar plexus for disturbing him in his much-deserved sleep. After the mission, Steve had been so tired, he hadn’t even taken off his suit properly but instead had only undone the zipper to at least breathe.

“Come on in,” he said, nevertheless, because he was Steve Rogers and that is the sort of thing a Steve Rogers does.

“Steve, I’ve got a problem.” It was Bucky. It was Bucky and for that reason, Steve was already more awake and even sat up in his bed.

“What is it, buddy?”

There was silence. Bucky shuffled over to the bed and planted himself onto it. Then, he played with his fingers.

Steve waited, Bucky usually took a bit longer finding the right words to-

“I think I want to marry her.”

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How To File A Complaint with the CW

So, I got some asks and submission about this yesterday after my rant about the Bucklemming episode. I have returned with information for those of you who wish to complain like me.

Snail Mail:
The CW Television Network
3300 W. Olive Avenue, Burbank, CA 91505
Email:
feedback@CWTV.com

There are also addresses for local CW stations in most cities, but I’m not sure sending letters to them would have any impact, as they don’t really impact what programming happens. Please consider this option as the network doesn’t necessarily read your tagged tweets or Tumblr complaints. We need to contact them directly at their office if we have any hope of righting the wrongs done to the show.

In your letters, I suggest directing complaints to Robert Singer, Brad Buckner, and Eugenie Ross-Leming.

I do not suggest writing a novel for your complaint, either. They won’t read it. Be succinct, direct, and polite. Treat it like a business letter. Send lots of complaints. Get everyone you know to send complaints. And keep sending them as often as you can until we get answers. If you’d like help, here’s an example of the complaint I wrote. Feel free to use and modify it at your discretion:

I am writing to express my dissatisfaction with how the producers and writers of Supernatural, most specifically the writing duo Brad Buckner and Eugenie Ross-Leming, are handling the show. Many long-time fans, such as myself, are becoming increasingly disgusted with how these two writers are, frankly, interfering with the show’s success. Buckner and Ross-Leming continually pen offensive themes such as needless rape mentions and female degradation and call it “plot.” They have also gone as far as to kill off beloved characters for no discernible reason. Examples include Kevin (POC), Charlie (LGBTQ+), and most recently Eileen (deaf). A large portion of the fandom finds these actions to be harmful to the show as a whole. We are aware that Supernatural is a horror show, and also that character death is a given. However, these characters are important for minorities and those of us who identify with their strength and dignity. Buckner and Ross-Leming not only consistently undermine the fans and the characters, they disregard fan concerns and take pleasure in angering us. For such a prolific show, writers should do better than this. I am not suggesting that fans should have creative control over a show, but that the writers should understand the show and its important themes and characters. Buckner and Ross-Leming most certainly do not. A show such as Supernatural should not have to succeed in spite of its writers, but in the case of  Buckner and Ross-Leming, that is exactly what it’s doing. Viewership numbers, episode rankings, and social media trends support the claim that Buckner and Ross-Leming are negatively impacting an otherwise fantastic show. Therefore, it seems reasonable that they should be replaced by writers who understand and love the show as much as the rest of the crew. Please consider this going forward. Supernatural is a TV phenomenon that deserves better than what it’s getting from two writers who appear determined to ruin it.

I Thought You Were Gone

Characters: Sam + Dean Winchester x sister!reader. Also, two others that I don’t want to reveal yet, but they’re from the episode 5x16

Words: 3300 (I could have made it into two parts, but I didn’t really know where to part it so, yeah.)

[Angst, Sadness, Character Deaths, Blood, Comfort]

Tags: @evyiione, @daughters-and-winsisters, @samanddeanshotsis, @fabulouslycassie, @darkestgrungeuniverse, @delessapeace-blog, @mariairwin666, @1amluke

A/N: This is a bit spontaneous, as I didn’t finish the fic I wanted to post. I found this one instead though, but sorry if there’s any undetected errors :)

Also, this takes place in season 5.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Your name: submit What is this?

You sighed and leaned back against the headboard of the motel bed. It was quiet except for the mumbling of the random show on the TV. You weren’t even watching, you just put it on to break the silence, as you weren’t really used to it. The other day, Dean won some extra cash by hustling pool, and you all decided to splurge it on a second motel room, since well, it gets kind of crowded when you’re three and share one room. You had expected Dean to take the room by himself and leave you and Sam to share, not that you would question it, it was his money. But, he didn’t. Instead, to your surprise, he decided to be generous and gave you the room.

Even though it was a lot more spacious and not as warm, you still felt a bit odd being alone. Although, you appreciated the act. You really did, it was sweet of him.

Soon, you lied down on top of the bed, not even bothering to take off your clothes. You were quite exhausted from today’s, well yesterday’s — since it was past midnight — salt and burn. And that was probably the only reason you were able to sleep in that empty motel room.


You jolted awake by the loud sound. It took you a split second to place it, your heart hammering against your ribs. Gunshot. It was a gunshot. You flew off your bed onto your feet, confused. The noise was so loud you could have sworn it was in your room, but no, you were still alone. You were practically trembling because of the adrenaline pumping through your system. You were confused about the empty room, until you remembered why. But then, you were confused where the sound had come from until your realized that it must’ve come from the room next door. And who camped out there? Your brothers.

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Bellamy Blake imagine: In Need Of Your Love

Summary: Back on the Ark Bellamy had cheated on the reader and they broke up. Now she has to face him again and it leads to some unexpected reveals, that make her change her mind on some things. 

 Word count: 3300 


Originally posted by bowergosling

Being on the Earth, walking on the ground, seeing the sun rising every morning, it felt odd and amazing at the same time. Even though I had had pretty good life back on the Ark, being here it finally felt right, I felt free.

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Kylux Fic Rec List! (Part 3/?) XL Edition!

I meant to do this like…4 months ago. I’m awful. Sorry. Here’s a bunch of things I loved reading. As always, mind the tags.

A Lover’s Token | @vadianna
Rated: E / 6200 words
Kylo gets off on physical evidence of his trysts with Hux. So he gets Hux to regularly rub him off through his leggings. He doesn’t wash them. More or less.

Pretty Little Thing | @kyluxicle
Rated: E / 8500 words
Being a General is stressful, and when the stress becomes too much Hux goes to Kylo Ren to decompress. Sometimes decompressing means being dressed up and fucked like a whore.

The Mountebank | @kdazrael
Rated: E / 15200 words
For the Kylux Hard Kinks prompt: ‘Broke student Kylo answers a call for medical research subjects that he finds online- $150 per visit. It takes several trips to Dr Hux’s office and an inordinate number of things up his ass before he realises it might not have been a genuine advert.’

My Skin Is Theirs | @claricechiarasorcha
Rated: E / 10800 words
Apparently, Lieutenant Mitaka has quite the collection of saucy softcore Cadet Hux pictures. Apparently, Kylo Ren thinks this is entirely inappropriate in men of their standing. Apparently, General Hux has an idea.

Delineation | @vadianna
Rated: E / 7000 words
Kylo is always astonished by his visits to the specialty club in Hutt Space, even after so many trips. This time, Hux runs into an old kitonak acquaintance.Or: They have sex with an anonymous alien as a third partner.

The Immaterial Stardust of His Being | @saltandlimes
Rated: E / 5200 words
After a Resistance attack, Finalizer’s main reactor is only hours from total collapse. Hux tries to hold his ship and crew together, while planetside, miles below him, Kylo Ren races the clock to bring back parts for the reactor and save them.

Nudge | @obsessions-and-dreams
Rated: T / 2050 words
Ren would nuzzle softly against Hux’s throat or jaw or cheek and every time, without fail, Hux smiled or laughed. For some reason Ren liked that, and so he kept doing it. And Hux kept letting him.

The Walkout Bout | @nerdherderette
Rated: M / 3300 words
“No, don’t want that shit.” Ben doesn’t want it, or need it. His years of training and a lifetime of name calling have taught him to deal with pain, especially when it came to matters regarding his face. He lays back as Hux begins cleaning the wound, the sting of the antiseptic replaced by the prick of the surgical needle entering his skin.He breathes, feeling the pull of the fast gut drawing the ragged edges of flesh closed as Hux’s fingers flew. It never fails to surprise him that Hux would choose to slum away several days a week fixing up amateur boxers in a fight factory. It’s nearly as surprising as the idea that someone as beautiful and talented as Hux could be interested in someone like Ben.

New Soul, Strange World | @hollyhark
Rated: T / 4900 words
Ren senses Hux in extreme distress and rushes to his aid, thereby discovering that Hux has a phobia of basic medical procedures due to childhood trauma. Ren deals with it, reluctantly but in a way that would make his mother proud (which he resents).

Fools of Us Both | @theearlgreyalpha
Rated: E / 3750 words
Somehow, Kylo had convinced them both that he was far more experienced than he was. His infatuation with Hux proved to be his downfall, running his mouth to boast about a sexual prowess he simply didn’t have, and when the time came to prove it…he failed. Miserably.

Friends With Renefits | @moonwalkingcrab
Rated: E / 37400
The Rules:
1. Just sex, no feelings
2. The arrangement lasts as long as is beneficial
3. Either party can choose to end the arrangement, no questions asked
4. No kissing

All The Way To Your Door | @kyluxtrashcompactor
Rated: E / 44550 words
Six months ago, Hux lied to his father. He said the man in the picture he pulled up on his phone was his fiancé. Hux never anticipated telling his roommate, Ben, that he had been cast as Hux’s lover, but when Hux’s father dies unexpectedly, he is forced to tell Ben the truth, and ask him to play the role at Brendol Hux’s wake.

strange phenomenon | @brawlite & @kyluxtrashcompactor
Rated: E / 65750 words
Kylo Ren is haunted by recent tragedy. He answers an ad posted by one Armitage Hux for a roommate, and he thinks a fresh start will help him begin to heal. He brings next to nothing with him from the past when he moves in.Or so he thinks.

Uniform Code be Damned | @pangolinpirate
Rated: E / 3700 words
How long had it been since he’d been touched this way? The bitter answer that floated to his mind was ‘too long.’ Hux sighed and leaned into the knight’s touch, stretching his neck toward Ren’s lips and capturing them with his own.

Accidentally on Purpose | @onewhositswithturtles
Rated: E / 3800 words
Kylo has been harboring feelings for his uptight boss, Hux, over the last year but said nothing for fear of getting fired. Unfortunately one night Kylo’s friends get him drunk and Kylo decides Hux should see what he’s missing, and texts Hux a dick pic. The next morning when Hux tells Kylo to come to his office after work, Kylo has no idea what to expect.

Noise Resolution | @gefionne
Rated: E / 5450 words
Hux’s neighbor Kylo Ren is infamous for having loud sex with a new guy every couple of days. When Hux gets fed up and files a noise complaint, an enraged Kylo confronts Hux about the report. Hux tries to protest at first but soon ends up in bed with Kylo, screaming just as loud as the boys previously.

Leverage | ballvvasher
Rated: E / 6250 words
Written for Kylux Hard Kinks prompt: “Hux, tense one evening, coms for a massage droid but accidentally sends it to Kylo instead.”

Pleated Skirts and Perverts | @maps-to-nowhere
Rated: E / 1000 words
Ren has a talented mouth, and Hux appreciates it maybe too much.

Incense and Cinnamon | @mothdustmouth
Rated: E / 49000 words
Kylo fights with a broadsword at ren faires after becoming disfigured as a teenager. He’s able to hide his face and stay in his comfort zone until a troupe of actors, along with one very slender Armitage Hux, start to preform at the same festival. or: Kylo is a knight and Hux is an elf.

Mr. June | @nerdherderette
Rated: E / 4300
A simple loincloth barely covers the outline of his mouth-watering length, his stomach ripples with muscles Hux never knew even existed, and his chest and biceps are deliciously thick.  His hands are enormous and strong—meat hooks that look like they could span Hux’s waist.  A simple gold collar encircles the man’s neck, connected to a thin, gold chain. In short, Mr. June looks like someone who had stepped out of a holoporn, and into Hux’s wet dream.