but you're the one who shot me

Wet Dream - Jeremy Gilbert Smut

“I’m not getting in.” I crossed my arms, looking away from a half naked Jeremy. It was almost a half hour past midnight and I would’ve fallen back asleep comfortably in my sweat and pathetic attempt at peace had he not knocked on my door and persuaded me to come downstairs and JUMP A FENCE to swim in the pool. I’m not some kind of saint but who wouldn’t rather be sleeping?

“Come on!” He whispered, his teeth chattering as he smiled widely. “It’s perfect.” He lolled his head back as I rubbed my hands over my face.

I felt the dew on the blades of grass under my feet and the mild wind blowing at me. The sky also wasn’t completely dark somehow. It was a dark shade of navy blue with stars and clouds and the occasional airplane making it’s way through, so far away.

I couldn’t imagine my life without Jeremy now. It felt like he was always there even if he just showed up out of the blue three years prior and forced his way into the best friend gap in my heart.

He understood me and I figured I might as well be his slave forever because he helped me so much and my other friends still believed he was a bad person for almost choking me to death that ONE time.

“Helloooo?” Jeremy said, his arms wading in the water, the moons reflection in the ripples.

“What did you say?” I asked, clearing my throat. I could see the beads of water on his shoulders, some of his hair in his eyes.

“I said please like fifteen times.” He said. I sighed, taking off my shirt.

I would be at work the day after, probably with baggy eyes and more caffeine than usual but there would be something more to have in my diary and our memories.

“Oh-hohoho! Now we’re talking.” Jeremy lowered his face further underwater, his nose barely above the surface.

I swam to him, his hand already extended for me. I kicked my legs to stay afloat as our fingers entwined.

“I was having a dream,” he said. Our eyes met and my breath got caught in my throat. “You were in it, it felt so vivid, I woke up and I had to see you.” He said, his lips so close to the water that he blubbered at times.

“Simply riveting.” I put my hand on his freckled shoulder and he smiled, rolling his eyes.

“You’re such a jerk!” He splashed water in my face, swimming away before I could react. I screamed, wiping my face and paddled closer so I could splash him back.

“Come back here, chump!” I giggled as I tried grabbing onto one of his limbs. I finally caught up to him in the shallow part of the pool and he was laughing at me.

Is he a damn Olympian, or what? I swam next to him, letting my pants become regular breaths. I looked at his face again, a drop of water falling off his nose as he glanced back at me.

“What was your dream about, Jeremy?” I grabbed his hand again. The pads of his fingers were pruned and I laughed.

He started to lean in and I almost gasped. Before I knew it our lips were touching and my mouth fell open as his lips traced mine. My hand traveled up out of the water, holding onto his arm.

He shuffled closer to me, pressing me against the concrete side of the pool, his body molding a great match into mine.

“Jer.” I watched the sky hazily with half lidded eyes as he moved warm kisses down the side of my neck.

“I apologize.” He whispered, his face too near and dear for me to catch a breath. “But my dream was about you… just like this.” He started, his hands reaching behind my back so that he could unclasp my bra. His mouth dipped down as his hands traveled to my ass. My eyes fluttered as he lifted me up so that he could envelope one of my nipples in his mouth, pressing his tongue against me.

My eyes flickered awake when I felt his bulge shift against me. I swallowed.

“Was this in your dream?” I whispered, boldly snaking my hand into his boxers and grabbing his dick. He groaned, pulling his mouth away from me. “Do we dare have sex in this very pool?” I asked.

“I don’t see why not.” He replied, his voice deeper. I grabbed onto the wall as he pulled my bottoms away from me, pulling my legs tickilishly towards him, a big geeky smile on his face.

I struggled with his shorts underwater, frowning at the strings tying it together. “What, did you square knot this or something, boy scout?” I pulled at the strings in frustration.

“Relax, sweetheart.” He stifled a laugh, reaching down to do it himself. “I knew your bird brains would catch up soon.” He joked, naked before me then.

He hid his nose in my neck as he held me carefully against the wall, pushing in me, his hand guiding himself in. My breath stopped and I tried looking in between our warm bodies.

“Perfect.” I muttered, my eyes falling closed as I let out a choked moan. It was perfect, although he was quite sizeable in a way that definitely made the experience a little painful.

He let out sighs as he pulled me toward him easily, eyebrows clenched in concentration. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my pants going straight into his ear.

I almost screamed as he hit a sensitive spot. I grasped his shoulders as he continued stroking the spot barely. I frowned, digging my nails in him as an orgasm built inside me.

I couldn’t breath and every few seconds an exasperated gasp would escape me for forgetting how to intake oxygen. I bucked my legs in the water, trying desperately to get off.

My stomach flared up in a frenzy and I melted, letting go and gushing as I let out a long moan in his ear. He grunted on my shoulder, my heaving chest pressed right against his.

I fell limp in his strong arms, my legs weakly wrapping around him.

“You get brownie points for that one, scout.” I muttered, leaning against his shoulder.

Supernatural Imagine: Trying to Bake with Dean Around

Originally posted by bennylafitte

Baking Up a Storm

You’re humming to yourself as you pour the flour and sugar into the bowl.  A slow day with no cases or hunts left you with a day to relax for a bit. You decided that you’d do some baking today. 

You crack two eggs and add them to your mix. Then, you pick up the bowl with the plan to head to the next counter where the other ingredients you needed were sitting.

Instead, you crash into a very solid and warm chest. The bowl falls to the ground with a clatter, your ingredients splattering onto the floor.

You scowl. “Dean! Look what you did!”

Dean’s staring at the ground and then at you with wide eyes. “I didn’t know you were going to come crashing into me!”

“Why were you right behind me and didn’t say a word?”

“I…just wanted to watch you work.”

You feel your anger ebb away at his words, but you’re too stubborn to forgive him just yet. After all, you still had a very big mess that was all over the floor. You leaned down under Dean’s confused gaze.

You scoop a handful of egg yolk and flour, stand up, and splat. What was once in your hand was now smeared in Dean’s green plaid shirt.


“There, now we’re even.” You say smugly. Dean’s eyes narrowed.

“I don’t think so, [Y/N].” He grabs a handful of the fallen mixture as you back away and turn when you realize what’s happening.

You’re too late. You feel the cold runny liquid run down your neck. You turn back and glare. Dean is smirking, arms crossed in challenge.

You narrow your eyes with a similar smile. “You’re on.”

Dean’s about to hurl the three eggs he’s got in his hands at you. You’ve got a plate raised before your face like a shield with dashes of paprika on your face like war paint.

You hear a groan. You glance over at Dean whose eyes are at the door. Your eyes follow his gaze.

Sam’s surveying the war zone of a kitchen you two have created, the bags he had brought dropped on the floor beside him. You and Dean grin sheepishly at each other as Sam speaks.

“Every single time! I leave for ten minutes, guys. Ten minutes. I mean, really?”

You decide you don’t even feel bad as Dean winks at you from under his saucepan helmet.  

Phan One Shot

Title: Will You Be My Valentine?

Summary: Dan, who works at the florist shop, works across from the tattoo shop. One of the boys who works at the tattoo shop comes in everyday after Dan’s lunch breaks and buys a flower and leaves. On the day before valentines day, something goes a little bit different.

Genre: Fluff

Tw: None

Word count: 3.2k works

A/N: Thanks you so much @skinnyjeanshowell​ for writing this valentines day fic with me! Without you, I don’t know how this really would’ve turned out, so thanks, Tori.

Extra tags: 2009!phan, pastel!dan/punk!phil, oy, valentines day

Every day at Dan’s job, there was a certain black haired, blue eyed boy who was covered in tattoos entered the florist shop he worked at after Dan’s lunch break. He always bought a different type of flower each time he came in. After a while, Dan noticed that the black haired and blue eyed boy who came in everyday worked at the tattoo shop across from the shop.

Today was a bit different.

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my love for you was bulletproof, but you're the one who shot me

I drunkenly stated that I wanted to love you, love you forever because I thought you deserved me. But you pierced my heart with a dagger and you left me to bleed in front of my friends. They see the scar, but don’t see the pain. But at the same time, I’ve been smiling so much recently because I’ve never felt so alive. You once made me feel alive. And when we were falling apart in your dorm room, angry words were being said, but when I brought up the kiss outside of your friends house, when we started and I began to fall, you stopped for a moment.

“We had fun, didn’t we?” You smiled. God, I would miss that smile. 

“Yeah, we had a lot of fun. But we haven’t had fun in a long time. We lost it when you gave me up.”

All the anger was gone for a minute and I could have kissed you then. But you’re not mine anymore. You chose someone else after five months of bliss. 

“I can’t feel anything for you anymore. You broke me.” I could have cried, but everything you’d done to me shattered me beyond tears.

A night flashed in my mind when I could have never left your bed. We had both been drinking and your touch was even more electric than it had ever been to be. You leaned down and whispered,

“I want to make love to you." I wanted to tell you then. That I loved you, that I wanted to be with you for as long as we could keep each other going. I think you have a beautiful mind, you just don’t know how to use it, how to love and care for someone with it.

You spoke of fearing feeling vulnerable again. It was your biggest concern, but mine was just how long I could manage lowering myself to keep you. 

Because I wanted to keep all of you. I wanted your mind and your heart. I wanted all of it, but you only let me have what you could handle, and that was never much. Just enough to let me stay at bay, docked away from everything you hid from me.

I could have loved you. I probably did, you just wouldn’t let it happen to you. But you don’t deserve love, you don’t deserve much of anything. 

what the hell even am i? sometimes i lose track, what do i look like? is this a picture of a boy or a girl or some strange fish monster? like genuinely i look at shots like this and i have no idea what anyone who doesn’t know me would think i am. is there power in that? i hope so.
the important question, though, the one that matters is, 
would it make you happy to wake beside this creature?