down and out clothing

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lol imagine maddie trying to have alicia exorcised??

OH MY GOSHHHHH LIKE??

not sure what’s going on with her at first? madison’s always overlooked alicia enough that it takes weeks (months?) for her to even realize something’s up? maybe travis tells her, new step-daddy notices before mom? alicia’s been acting a little weird lately, have you noticed? also i think we’ve got a moth problem, i keep finding them whenever i go down to the basement.

madison tries to take her out for new clothes, wants to have a heart-to-heart. alicia blows her off, spends a bunch of mom’s money, slams her bedroom door when she gets back home?

maddie wakes up and alicia’s standing at the side of her bed, staring down? heart stopping, restarting twice as fast? “jesus, alicia. are you alright??” except alicia just blinks. maddie talks to travis in the morning, she hasn’t done any sleep walking since she was a kid. maybe it’s just stress? travis suggests. sats, college applications? i’ll keep an eye on her, see about calling the doctor.

so many tests?? blood tests and sleep tests and mris? “she seems perfectly healthy, there’s nothing to suggest anything’s wrong with her.” but doctor, last week i caught her up at 3am eating raw hamburger on the kitchen floor.

dropping grades at school. stops getting out of bed. travis and madison go to church every sunday like a good pair of southern baptists. madison reads the scripture and says a prayer for her daughter before bed. 

(alicia gets more motherly attention than she’s had in the past 17 years???)

talking to their pastor? not even catholic, but she’s watching alicia bleed from the eyes, nose, and ears the first time she thinks about it?? maybe it’s more than just illness, maybe it’s sickness.

maybe she’s possessed. 

three different dioceses before she manages to convince a priest to come out and visit? alicia sits quiet, doesn’t meet his eye, and “i’m sorry, ma’am. i can bless the home if you’d like, but there’s nothing here to indicate any form of demonic possession.”

sitting vigil outside of alicia’s door with a candle? hours and hours of extensive online search about possessions? consultations with a voodoo priestess, an orisha priest? back alley ‘exorcists’ who promise they’ve studied under the vatican, they just got excommunicated for doing the right thing unsanctioned??

travis’ arms open when maddie starts to cry? nick screaming and raging until the exorcist’s assistant tries to hold him back? alicia’s wrist rubbed raw from where they’ve tied her down, her voice wrecked from the screaming, holy water dripping down into her eyes?

(the best part is when it doesn’t work? when madison’s paid half their life savings to some swindle from albuquerque and alicia frees herself from her bonds? sets fire to the tiny ropes and lets the house burn down around them??)

oh i could go so many places with this.

flower cloak.

{PART 17} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; As Taehyung finally reveals his creation to you - you find yourself sharing soft, tender and heartfelt moments with both him and Jimin; before being reunited with Jungkook - The Prince and Princess of the Ball.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 16} {Part 17} {Part 18}

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This is going to take some explaining…

You see my friend there, the one with dark, brown hair? She got me pregnant.

Before a few months ago I’d never done anything sexual with her, but apparently she’d been planning something for a while, a secret she wanted to tell me.

Her name’s Joy-Lyn and the night she came over she wanted to sleep over. Of course I let her, she’s practically my sister. Anyway, she’d been hugging me all night, staying so close, which I like. At around nine I got up off the couch and told her I was going to take a shower, she just nodded and I headed down the hall.

I slipped out of my cloths and stepped into the shower just like any day, and just like any day, I left the door unlocked.

While I doused my hair in soap and warm water, Joy-lyn crept into my bathroom. I didn’t hear her slip into the shower behind me, and I didn’t know until I bent over to wash the back of my head.

I gasped as soon as I felt this warm, smooth thing push against my folds, pushing into me a little bit. I looked back to see her behind me, holding something in her hands, like a thick, peach coloured strap-on. I moaned softly- we’d never done anything like this before!

She laughed a little, leaning into me and sinking more of the toy into my passage. I had to put my hands against the wall to keep from toppling over as she slowly pumped it in and out, deeper and deeper.

The more she worked it in, the more I blushed a deep red, moaning for her, listening to her moan too. I wondered why she felt so good? Maybe she just thought it was that exciting?

Honestly though, I didn’t mind. It felt good, knowing it was her thrusting into me.

As she picked up speed, the warm, thick shaft of her toy sunk deeper into me, reaching for my deepest depths. It wasn’t until I started to feel the thing twitch and pulse inside me that my eyes went wide.

My head turned sharply, peering down her body, only to see a fleshy cock sprouting from between her legs, disappearing into my slit. She smiled ear to ear, moaning my name.

“There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a while…” she moaned.

“Mmh, I have such a big crush on you~”

With that she slammed forward, more frantically than before, pounding against my ass. I couldn’t believe it! All this time she was a herm!

My head dropped, feeling her easily eight, or more, inch cock stretch me out. But she wasn’t all the way in, her hips hadn’t met mine- I groaned, pushing back against her, spurred on by her confession.

Had she always wanted to fuck me? To pound me, balls deep, with this fat, amazing cock? I didn’t know, but I could feel her hands, tight on my hips, helping to pull her deeper into my fertile body as she rutted me fast and hard.

Finally, with a loud moan our hips met, and I could swear her cock was pressing right against my cervix!

In the next, ecstasy-filled moment all I felt was how hard Joy-Lyn twitched inside me before she started to dump her load.

“Yes!” I heard her hiss as rope after thick, steaming rope was forced into my waiting womb. She was breeding me, just like she’d always wanted.

When she finally pulled out I was full. She gave me a hot kiss, then started to help me clean myself up…

Now Joy-Lyn comes over regularly to rub my belly, saying how excited she was to have her baby growing in me, and I can’t argue. It’s so amazing!

And she’s always so happy to pound me so deep~

RFA+Saeran & V Give Valentines Day Cards to MC

Yoosung

  • It’s basically him on a card
  • Inside he still writes “I LOVE YOU” in big letters 
  • “Yoosung we live together now…” 
  • Yoosung: *intense blush*
  • “Come here…” you give him a kiss. 
  • He’s so relieved he didn’t verbally babble again. 

Zen

  • Simple and to the point
  • There’s a map to the bedroom inside
  • When you walk in the room Zen’s naked on the bed with a red bow on his head
  • Zen: *wink*  (*^∀゜)

Jaehee

  • She’s new to the Valentines Day thing
  • She hands you a card, flowers, and chocolates
  • It’s simple but it still makes you blush
  • “What are you checking off?” you ask as she pulls out a clipboard. 
  • Jaehee puts it down and takes her clothes off. 
  • “Step 3 in the Valentines Day plan,” she states firmly. 
  • “Jaehee!!!”  ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ 

Jumin

Version 1:

  • Inside he writes “I love you kitten” in beautiful script
  • There is also a paw print in ink from Elizabeth the 3rd
  • “Oh my goodness Jumin! I love it, thank you!” 
  • You hug him tight. 
  • He feels accomplished and proud. 

Version 2

  • You hold the card up. “Who the hell is Katie???”
  • “Wait…that must be a printing error,” Jumin tries to explain. 

Saeyoung

Version 1

  • “Aw Saeyoung. This means so much.”
  • He grins proudly. 
  • “So you would even let me see it now?” (◕‿◕✿) 
  • “Right now?”  (⌐■.■)
  • “Yeah, sweety!”  (◕u◕✿)
  • “Sure…right after I use the bathroom” he sprints to his computer.  (⌐■_■)

Version 2

  • “Aw Saeyoung. This means so much.” 
  • “I know deep in my heart you would let me see yours too, right MC?”
  • You sweat nervously. “Mhm.” (ʘ‿ʘ)
  • Right?” (¬_¬)
  • *Shady side eyes* “I’ll be right back.” You run to your computer. 

Saeran

  • This is not his kind of Holiday
  • He’s super awkward but this poor thing is trying really hard
  • He couldn’t find a card that didn’t make him cringe 
  • You smile sweetly and hug him. “I love you too!” 
  • “That’s not what that says…” 
  • “I know, but it means more that you’re trying.”
  • He grimaces but hugs you back. 
  • He’s happy your satisfied but more than anything he could cry knowing how much you accept him. 

  • Everyone thinks he’s too sweet for his own good
  • But his game is slick
  • You were not expecting this. 
  • Your looking around the house and you find him naked in the bathtub with some slow jazz playing. 
  • There’s romantic lighting from candles and rose petals scattered about. 
  • “V…” you’re at a loss for words. 
  • “They say when you lose one sense your other senses are heightened. Let’s put it to the test shall we?” 
  • You smooth blind motherf*cker. 

BONUS: Vanderwood 

How To Keep a Diary Like Virginia Woolf

“Begin by making your own diary-books. Find some old books in a second-hand shop or a car boo sale, books with good covers and bindings. Pull out some pages and fill them with your own choice of paper. Disguise your diary inside old school textbooks, the ones that used to teach grammar. Virginia Woolf was appalled by her negligent grammar. But grammar was not the point. Practice writing with and without it. Allow yourself to move. Woolf galloped through sentences in her diary, in a haphazard way. ‘It loosens the ligaments,’ she said. Her diary was somewhere she could appear ‘slovenly’ and ‘elastic’. Not everything we jot down in our diaries needs to be carefully thought out. Put on baggy clothes. Relax your mental joints. No one but you is looking. Let your brain go loose and floppy. Let your hand lead the way. Get inside your body and find a rhythm. Bring your brain into contact with your breathing. Let go.”

Sally Bayley, The Private Life of the Diary

You don’t need fashion designers when you are young. Have faith in your own bad taste. Buy the cheapest thing in your local thrift shop - the clothes that are freshly out of style with even the hippest people a few years older than you. Get on the fashion nerves of your peers, not your parents - that is the key to fashion leadership. Ill-fitting is always stylish. But be more creative - wear your clothes inside out, backward, upside down. Throw bleach in a load of colored laundry. Follow the exact opposite of the dry cleaning instructions inside the clothes that cost the most in your thrift shop. Don’t wear jewelry - stick Band-Aids on your wrists or make a necklace out of them. Wear Scotch tape on the side of your face like a bad face-lift attempt. Mismatch your shoes. Best yet, do as Mink Stole used to do: go to the thrift store the day after Halloween, when the children’s trick-or-treat costumes are on sale, buy one, and wear it as your uniform of defiance.
—  John Waters, Role Models
Alpha’s Help

Liam x Reader x Scott / Liam x Scott/ Liam x Reader

Summery: Liam normal asks you for help with his heat, but this month he needs a little extra help

Warnings: threesome, anal, oral, Dom!Scott, Sub!Reader, Sub!Liam, Alpha x Beta kink

AN: This is the most cringie and awkward thing i’ve ever written xD but I had the idea for weeks so… yeah, also so much smut!


Liam frowned as you collapsed onto his chest. This had been a deal between the two of you. You’d come over when he needed help with his heat, neither of you would tell Scott because he’d find his own way to deal with it, the two of you were perfectly content with the current situation.

Or at least you had been four hours ago, when Liam convinced you a few more rounds would get his eyes to stop glowing. But he was wrong, you were tuckered out and Liam was to pent up that he was likely to hump anything with a heartbeat that he came across.

“Maybe we should call Scott?” You mumbled as you sat up, straddling him as you watched him carefully.

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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) A/B/O Part 2!

A/N; Hey guys! Part 2 is finally here and it gets wild as heck lol. I had too much fun while writing this! I’m sorry for the super long update and I’ll be posting more stuff later! I’m on a roll today! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️



“Ms. Y/L/N,” Friday chimed.

With a small groan, you forced your eyes open. It was supposed to be your day off, meaning you could sleep as much as you wanted for as long as you wanted. Why was she calling you now?

“Yes, Friday?” you murmured. She always found a way to bother you, especially during nap time. Delta’s needed more rest than everyone else, but of course, nobody knew that but you. You hadn’t told anyone about your true status yet.

“Mr. Stark requests your presence in the common room.”

With a tired groan, you threw the covers from your body and sat up.

What could possibly be going on this time? Did Tony blow up another suit again? It took weeks to get the oil out of your nails, much less your skin. Did Peter run out of webs mid swing again? You loved the kid almost like a little brother, but the kid needed some kind of rockets in his shoes for safety. You made sure to scold Tony on that; he wasn’t exactly a responsible crime fighter. You understood now what Pepper went through.

You slipped on the nearest form of clothing you could find before making your way towards the common room.

The sounds of hushed whispering rung throughout your ears. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Was Tony having guests over? Why didn’t Friday mention that to you? Looking down at your clothes, you felt a blush break out on your cheeks. You were nowhere near dressed for guests. It wasn’t anything near provocative, just an oversized sweater and leggings, but still. You didn’t like drawing attention to yourself and you strongly disliked strangers.

Entering the room, you spotted the entire Avengers assembly. Literally.

You recognized Thor, who stood taller than everyone else, speaking with Bruce Banner quietly. You spotted Vision and …were that Scarlett Witch? Jesus, she was even prettier in person. You may or may not have read her file religiously.

You saw Hawkeye standing next to the redheaded assassin herself, Black Widow. Immediately, you felt your instincts kick in slightly. She was a suitable alpha, no doubt. Her red hair made her pale skin seem almost vibrant and those eyes…god she was so perfect. With a subtle shake of your head, you pulled your mind out of the gutter. As nice as she was, you were still wary of the woman. She was extremely intimidating.

In the corner of the room, you spotted Falcon and Ant Man standing side by side. You could tell how nervous the two looked about the whole situation. You couldn’t blame them, from what you heard about the whole airport thing that happened in Germany, you’d be a bit nervous, too.

You smiled when you spotted Peter standing by himself, his hands in his tucked into his pockets casually. At least you knew him. Even though Peter was a newly legal Beta, he still remained one of your closest friends. He didn’t know about your whole…status problem yet, but he something told you he knew there was more to you than what you were telling him. But being the polite person he was, he decided not to push it, to your relief.

When Tony entered the room, everyone instantly got quiet. You had a feeling you’d be receiving some really bad news this evening.

“Alright, I’m sure you’re all wondering why I called you here,” he began, clapping his hands together. You could spot the subtle sweat beading across his forehead. Why was he so nervous? “I can assure you right now, I’m not dying!”

Everyone seemed to relax a little bit at the news. Jesus, he had a way of being the biggest drama kind on this earth.

As Tony continued, you felt someone’s eyes on you. Ignoring it, you kept your gaze on Tony.

“Why are we here, Tony?” Rhodey asked, crossing his arms over his chest. A cliché alpha mannerism. You snorted softly at the realization that your instincts hadn’t kicked in at the sight of him. Maybe he wasn’t as alpha as he thought he was. Alphas were so fragile underneath the whole macho exterior.

Again, you could feel someone’s eyes on you. And it was honestly irking the life out of you. You couldn’t possibly focus on Tony while whoever it was stared at you like that. With a causal turn of your head, you caught sight of Natasha glancing over at you. Her blue eyes were set on your body, trailing them up and down. Suddenly, you felt so small.

You felt the arousal slowly growing between your legs, making you blush. Before she could look back into your eyes, you looked away quickly. That wasn’t a very practical idea after all.

“We’re here because I’ve decided that I was a little bit hard on Rogers,” he admitted, avoiding everyone’s gaze. But when he looked up at everyone’s smirks, he sighed.

“Okay, maybe I was a bit dramatic about it.”

Someone let out a snort.

“What I’m trying to say is, I was wrong. Incredibly wrong about the entire situation. Rogers, although he can be a little shit sometimes, is a strong asset to this team. And without him, we’ve pretty much got nothing going for us.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, much to his dismay.

“Hey! I did pretty well those couple of ti- anyways,” he cleared his throat. “I’ve decided to try and make things right; for the sake of the team. I offered Cap a place back on the team.”

Everyone let out small approvals at the news. You even cracked a smile. This was so mature for Tony, you were so proud of him.

“He agreed to come back on one condition.” Everyone practically leaned in with anticipation. Peter even stood on the couch to get a better view.

“He’ll come back, but only if Barnes gets a place, too.”

You felt like one of those cartoon characters. Your jaw practically dropped straight to the floor. Peter instantly looked down at me with wide eyes. But Rhodey, though…he was not having it at all.

“Are you high?!” he shouted, clenching his fists in fury.

“I wish I was,” Tony said under his breath with a sigh. “No Rhodey, I’m just trying to fix things for once.”

“And by fixing, you mean letting the man who killed your parents live under your roof?”

That’s when shit hit the fan.

“Hey, Barnes was brainwashed!” Scott shouted. “He didn’t mean any of that!”  

“Oh yeah? Well, why didn’t he just walk away?” Rhodey retorted. “He could’ve at any point. He’s a damn master assassin!”

You glanced over at Peter, feeling a bit fearful. He gave you a reassuring smile, patting your shoulder gently. You absolutely hated confrontation. Especially when it involved your work.

“Tony!” Rhodey exclaimed. “At least think about this for a couple days!”

“Yeah, about that,” Tony said, glancing at his wristwatch. “I kinda already agreed to it. They should be here any minute.”

Your eyes nearly flew out of your head. You weren’t too sure about this. You knew Steve was a trustworthy man, but this Bucky guy…you were a bit wary of this. The only thing you knew about him was that he murdered a lot of innocent people, including Tony’s parents. Tony told you the entire thing personally after he’d nearly drank himself to death one night.

“Mr. Stark,” Friday chimed again. You all instantly went quiet. “Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes have arrived.”

“Oh, cool,” he sighed. “Send them in, I guess.”

The elevator chimed mechanically, opening swiftly.

That’s when you felt it.

Your vision instantly blurred, creating kaleidoscope like patterns. You placed a hand on whoever was near you for support. Whoever the person was, they placed their hands on your shoulders, steadying you. The next thing you know, you’re on the ground surrounded by everyone. You feel hands cupping your face, forcing you to look up. Natasha stared back at you, her blue eyes widened with worry.

The heat between your legs was unlike anything else you’ve ever felt. It was almost unbearable. You felt a wave of arousal hit you at full force, preventing you from thinking straight.

Natasha leaned in far too close, inhaling deeply. Her eyes snapped open, her eyes completely dilated.

“Delta.” She whispered, licking her lips hungrily.

“Delta.” Peter repeated, his eyes dilating as well.

“Delta!” Wanda gasped, prowling closer to you with matching dilated eyes.

“Delta.” Sam followed behind her, his nostrils flaring.

You looked over at the elevator, past all the people slowly crowding around you.

Bucky’s eyes were completely dilated, his breaths coming out in short puffs. He was the one. He was the perfect mate and you wanted his knot and you wanted it now. You didn’t care if everyone watched; you needed him more than anything. You didn’t care who was in the way of your alpha.

“WAIT WHAT?” Tony practically squeaked, staring at you with wide eyes. “What do you guys mean delta? She’s not…oh no.” he inhaled, catching your scent of wild berries and pine trees. Of course you were a delta. Jesus, he was so stupid not to notice. You had no scent up until now.

Natasha dipped her nose into your neck, inhaling harshly. You let out a small whine, gently trying to push yourself away from her. It was no use. She was an alpha, far too strong for you.

Bucky let out a growl, snapping everyone’s eyes from you to him. The gears in his metal arm shifted threateningly as he clenched his fist harder. Your eyes instantly went to his, begging silently for him to take you away.

Before anyone was able to touch you, Tony scurried past everyone and snatched you away from Natasha. Well, he tried to.

Unfortunately, she grabbed ahold of your legs, planting her feet onto the ground to prevent him from leaving. “God damn it, Romanoff!” he spat. “Get your shit together before I make Fury fire you!”

In a flash, Thor scooped the redheaded woman up from the ground and threw her over his shoulder despite her angry shouts.

“Ah, I remember my first encounter with a delta!” he laughed, snatching a kicking and screaming Wanda up as well with his other arm.

Tony began dragging you away as fast as he could, trying to dodge the crazed people that darted towards you.

Peter had managed to grab onto your arm, only to be snatched up by Clint and thrown into one of the coat closets. “Jesus,” Clint sighed, placing a chair in front of the door. “You guys are so embarrassing.”

You caught a glimpse of Bruce running out of the building, his body shifting inhumanly large. Oh god, he was hulking out. Vision and Sam were practically rolling on the floor as the android gathered the man into a headlock. “Let me go, you fucker!” Sam spat, wiggling in his grasp.

Suddenly, a metal arm grabbed onto your ankle, tearing you away from Tony’s grasp. You cried out with glee at the sight of Bucky practically dragging you through the hall. You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you away. Bucky raced down the hallway, zooming through the halls for any empty rooms. He didn’t care if it was a janitor closet, as long as he could get his knot inside you and fast.

You dipped your head into his neck, pressing small kisses along the warm flesh. He let out a growl, kneading the flesh of your behind. You let out a small squeak at his actions. Bucky smelled like heaven. His scent was a mixture of cinnamon and the ocean, your favorite two things combined into the perfect alpha. You tangled your fingers through his hair, breathing in his scent as if it were oxygen.

“Rogers!” Tony’s voice echoed from down the hall. “Get your friend before he impregnates my successor!”

Suddenly, you and Bucky were on the ground. Steve’s shield rattled against the ground beside the two of you. Bucky let out a string of curses as he stood. Before he could get to you, he was tackled to the ground by Steve. The two men wrestled on the ground, throwing punch after punch.

Not knowing what else to do, you crawled towards the men and pounced onto Steve’s back.

“What the hell? Get off Y/N!” he shouted, stumbling backwards. Before Bucky could get to his feet once again, you were snatched from Steve’s back and hauled away from him.

“What the hell is wrong with you two? You’re like rabid bunnies on Viagra!” Tony exclaimed, dragging you away with all his might.

You cried out as you got farther and farther away from Bucky. Your heat slowly became more and more intense the farther you were apart. You watched helplessly as Steve planted his shield on his friend’s back and sat on it, preventing him from following this time.

You reached out and grabbed onto one of the door handles and tried to pull yourself away from Tony, only to have him swat your hands away. Turning the corner, the last thing you saw was Bucky lying helplessly beneath Steve.


Tony practically threw you into the first bedroom he found.

Unfortunately, you completely missed the bed and landed on the floor with a loud thud. You picked yourself up and cradled your bruised arm, snarling at Tony. The older man let out a sigh of relief, plopping down onto the bed. It was a spare bedroom, but it would do for now. He just needed to rest a bit. He really did need to get back in shape soon. Gosh, Pepper would be cackling at him right now.

“You are such a handful, you know that?” he sighed, watching you intently.

You glared up at him, your eyes still dilated completely black. You were still in heat. Great.

Tony let out a small chuckle, staring out the small window. You let out a small growl.

“You know, I remember these days when I was a kid.” He recalled, watching the birds fly past the building. Your eyes widened. What was he talking about?

“You see,” he said softly. “My mom was a delta, too.”

-FIN!  ❤️

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Smut Week Ficlet Series: Impatience (Reader x Taehyung)

Summary: A small stumble at work has you feeling a bit sensitive. Luckily Taehyung is always ready to make you feel better

Rated: M

Word Count: 1017

Note: Day 2 of smut week!

Smut Week Ficlet Series Masterpost

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Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs

“Ouch,” you groan, burying your face into a pillow.

“Ouch,” Taehyung agrees, his fingers probing slowly along your right thigh. He touches a particularly sensitive spot and you wince.

“Sorry, baby,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to your bare back before moving to lie on the bed next to you.

“How did you do that?” he asks, tugging on a strand of your hair that has escaped from the bundle on top of your head.

“I fell down the stairs at work,” you say miserably, turning your head to look at him.

The corners of his mouth twitch and you purse your lips.

“You want to laugh, don’t you?” you accuse, narrowing your eyes.

“No,” Taehyung says, his lips curving up into a smile.

“It’s okay,” you say with a sigh. “You can laugh. I always laugh when you fall.”

“Mean,” Taehyung says drawing you closer to him and letting his hand run gently up and down your bruised thigh. 

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The Falcon and the Wolf

Summary:  This is an AU where you and Dean have been separated by a terrible curse for over two years.  You’re banding together with some old friends and old enemies to bring down the person responsible in hopes of removing the curse.

Characters: AU!Dean x Reader, AU!Sam, AU!Crowley

Word Count: 3542

Warnings: smut (I mean at this point it should be a given), canon typical injuries

A/N:  I may be showing my age here, but I grew up loving the film Ladyhawke with Michelle Pfeiffer.  This is partly inspired by the film, though I’m taking it in a different direction.  This will be a three part series.  This will be a multi-part series.  Part 2 can be found HERE.  This is my first AU, so feedback is very much appreciated!

Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch the lovely, talented and helpful wonder woman who beta’d this for me!

And thank you to the fabulous, wonderful and talented @arryn-nyxx for the AMAZING aesthetic!

My tags are open so send me a message or an ask if you’d like to be added!

 

A single candle burns in the small room.  You’re lying on a bed of rabbit furs which tickle your naked skin.  Dean is on his side looking down at you with his emerald green eyes.  Your shadows dance on the wall beside the bed as he lowers his head touching his lips to yours.  You slip your hand up his neck running your fingers through his hair as your kiss deepens.  His fingers trace lines down your naked form leaving a trail of fire as they go.  Taking one breast in his mouth he caresses the other with his strong hand as he swirls his tongue around your hardened bud making you moan his name.  He moves over your body, taking his time exploring every part of you; dropping a kiss here, licking a spot there, until at last he reaches your throbbing bundle.  You whine as he feathers over your folds ignoring your swollen bud.

“Impatient,” he whispers in your ear.  “We’ll get there, Y/N.”

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Sports Bras and Trench Coats

Request: Could you do one where the reader is the Winchester’s little (half) sister and she stays behind on hunts to do research and what not. But she also does stuff like yoga while her brothers are gone and Cas comes to check on her and she’s still in her yoga clothes so it leads to smutty goodness and both them confessing their feelings or something like that

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Smut, lanugage, oral (female receiving), slight dom!cas, ehh and some orgasm denial, it’s just very smutty okay?

Word Count: 1.9k

Originally posted by castielthesoldierofgod

You were stretching, getting ready to do your morning yoga when your phone rang. Every time you were getting ready to do something for yourself your phone rang. Everytime.

“Hey Sammy.” You tried not to sound annoyed.

“Okay, so, this isn’t a werewolf.” he said right away.

“What? How do you know?”

“Hearts aren’t missing, they’re just…placed somewhere else.”

You sighed, knowing you were going to have to do the research for this one, not that you really minded, you just wish that your brothers didn’t need you at the exact moment you were getting ready to do something else.

“Okay, I’ll look it up.”

“Thanks, Y/N, you’re the best.” he told you.

“I know,” you said before hanging up.

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Jughead & Reader: The Jacket

Summary: When Betty bails on Jughead after he’s given the Serpent jacket, you step up and try to figure out what’s going on with your best friend. The feelings you’ve had for him are hard to hide when you spend the night alone with him.

Requested by: anonymous


Listen to: Waves - Dean Lewis


Betty Cooper burst into the student lounge Monday morning looking more panicked than you had ever seen her. Her normally well-kept, slicked back hair was frizzy and out of place. She looked like she hadn’t sleep in days. 

“What’s going on?” You asked her as she paced back and forth behind the couch. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed, making you and Kevin, who was sitting by your side, nervous.

She turned to the two of you. “It’s Jughead,” she started. 

Immediately you felt more alert at the sound of your best friend’s name. You sat up straight and gave Betty your full attention. “What about him?”

Betty shook her head. “He’s going… dark. He’s becoming a Serpent.”

Your eyes widened. “What? You’re not serious.”

“I was just at FP’s trailer with him and while we were…” She looked around nervously and decided to not continue. “The serpents came and knocked on the door. They offered him a jacket. The same kind of jacket all the Serpents wear.”

Kevin looked at you and Betty in surprise. “Would Jughead really do that?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Betty, I know Jughead better than anyone.” She gave you a slight glare because she was always jealous of your friendship with Jughead. “He’s not just going to turn to the group that almost pulled his family apart.”

“Well you weren’t there,” Betty said in a little bit of a snotty tone. “I saw it. He’s going to the dark side.” She sat on the chair opposite you and Kevin and crossed her arms. “I can’t even look at him. It makes me so angry that he would do that. That he would just turn on us.”

You didn’t reply. You just sat quietly as Betty and Kevin talked about Jughead’s “dark” future. Could he really be a Serpent?

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Collage

Pairing: BTS Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1138

A/N this one is sorta different to other ones I’ve written, idk where the collage idea came from but yeah… also would anyone like it if I made a masterlist?

and jungkook looks so good here oml

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You sat alone on the couch in front of the television, scrolling without purpose through social media feeds. Jungkook should be home soon, you thought to yourself, glancing at the time. The exciting stage in yours and Jungkook’s relationship had never seemed to die down, a gentle buzz of butterflies fluttering at the pit of your stomach when you thought of seeing him soon. Just being in his company, hearing him, touching him, breathing him.

After you’d whirled up a daydream in your head of welcoming home Jungkook in a variety of different ways, you hardly noticed him emerging from the front door. His body seemed to slump over uninvitingly, the hood of his jacket masking a shadow across his eyes, darkening them further. You swallowed slightly; you’d encountered sulky-Jungkook many times.  

Concerned, you pulled yourself up from the comforting grip of the couch and made your way over to Jungkook. Ignoring you, he brushed past you and threw himself into the singular chair adjacent to the sofa and buried his head in his hands, groaning slightly. You followed him and leant against the back of the chair, gently kneading your hands into his shoulders.

“You okay?” you murmured. He sighed heavily in reply. You began to massage his shoulders before leaning close to his ear and inquiring, “want to talk about it?”

“I just can’t,” he stated. You furrowed your brows together and returned to the sofa so your knees were brushing against his when you sat down.

“Can’t what?” You weren’t expecting the endless list Jungkook was about to announce.

“I can’t be in this group. They’re all so much better than me – I’m just the mindless teenager of the group. They’re mature, clever and talented. I don’t like being the one everyone has to look down on. I can’t even legally drink for God’s sake. I try so, so hard to keep up, and I put so much effort into practising, recording, performing and I still always seem to be miles behind.” His eyes hadn’t met yours once, and you couldn’t help but study the dark circles hanging like necklaces under them. They acted as a warning, driving your gaze away.

“Jungkook…” You began softly. Jungkook tore his harsh glare from the cracked floorboards and looked straight into your wide eyes.

“I can’t even maintain a stable relationship with one person, let alone hold a band of seven together!” he cried out in anger, pushing himself off the chair and taking refuge to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

His words stung, icy tears forming in your eyes. Blinking them away, you reassured yourself he hadn’t meant it. Jungkook had had his moments like this before, with barely breathing a single word he had exploded and lashed out.

You knew better than to go after Jungkook. Overtime in your relationship the two of you had both learned how to react towards each other in different situations, and giving Jungkook his space was better than instantly retorting his way.  

Staying in the open plan living room, you recalled how he’d looked when he’d come home. His hair was messy, his eyes tired, his coat even seemed to look heavy on him, rendering him breathless. He’d probably overworked himself dancing again.  

Like the devil on your shoulder, part of you wanted to saunter into the bedroom and demand he explain himself by saying he couldn’t maintain a stable relationship. As far as you knew, your relationship with Jungkook was completely normal, like any other couple. You had arguments, but who didn’t? You had known from the beginning that falling in love with a star would come with its hardship: late nights; months apart from each other and copious amounts of stress.

You shook away the temptation which would only lead into more drama. Taking to your phone again, an idea crossed your mind.

Being in touch with many social medias, you scrolled and searched for posts about Jungkook. His fans truly adored the group, and you thought Jungkook ought to know quite how much. Feeling particularly creative and productive, you decided to create a collage. You printed out many comments and posts of fans genuinely appreciating Jungkook’s hard work and talent, instead of just his looks. They all appreciated what he did, and it was all just a mirror of your own feelings towards him.

It had taken you over an hour to finish up the collage and Jungkook finally made an appearance out of the bedroom. Maybe he’d wondered why you hadn’t approached him yourself yet. You were sitting at the kitchen table. You looked up to see him sheepishly ruffling his hair, head tipped down to look at the floor. He had changed out of his clothes and was now wearing an oversized grey t-shirt and black jeans. He looked up at you and smiled slightly.

“I’m sorry,” he uttered, fingers now playing with the hem of his t-shirt. “I went mental and you hadn’t even done anything – or said anything.” You smiled back softly. He made his way forward, dragging the other chair at the table out and sitting opposite you. He leaned his chin on his hands, his elbows on the table top.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. You’re allowed your evenings to release stress,” you said, still fiddling with the collage you’d made.

“Yes, but not at you. I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I didn’t mean any of what I said. Well, the stuff about our relationship.”

“But you did about feeling worthless in BTS?” you asked, meeting his eyes. Jungkook made a noise of agreement and shrugged slightly, letting his eyes wander around the room.

“What’s that?” He glanced at the collage in front of you, attempting to change the subject. You picked it up and held it so he could see.

“I made it for you,” you stated, proud. He gently reached for it and began reading the words glittered over the board. His lips parted slightly in shock. This time it was him who didn’t utter a word. “Jungkook, you’re worth so much more than you think. You’re an amazing singer, dancer, boyfriend… And look, the rest of the whole world seems to think so too.” You pointed at the page.

“People really think of me like this…?” he breathed.

“Well, they don’t love BTS for no reason, do they?”

“Y/N, I love you,” Jungkook sighed, gently placing the collage down on the table and reaching over to pull you towards him. Over the table, the two of you shared a kiss. One hand rested on your neck below your ear while the other softly held your chin in place.

“I love you too. And don’t forget that millions of others do also.”

Romeo and Juliet - Jeff Atkins (Requested)

Requested by @xxchloegrayxx and @queensovereign. Sorry they might not be the way you imagined but this is what I came out with when writing for you guys so I hope you like it!

Originally posted by adayofballet

“What’s the big deal? I was just talking to her?”

“No, you were fucking flirting with her Jeff! Not to mention the fact that just yesterday I was complaining to you about the fact that she has been a bitch to me for the past month!”

“And I told you, you were overthinking that!”

“Just yesterday I heard her talking behind my back about the fact that she wanted to steal you away and make you her boyfriend, but now that I know that you don’t care, I think you should be with her” My voice slowed down and my tone dropped “You too seem perfect for each other”

“Fine! She’s prettier than you anyway!” He yelled making me feel my heart crack and the sadness hit me “I don’t need you y/n, trust me, it’s you that needs me”

I knew that wasn’t true but I didn’t have the heart to argue with him anymore, I wanted to leave with some of my dignity so I gave him a nod of acknowledge and left his house without another word.

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betsforsythetrash  asked:

Girl I need a pole dancing fic asap 💕💕💕

Hmm, I wonder why I suddenly got so many requests for this fic (this isn’t even all of them jeez). Y’all are sinners. Also I’m not sure if I liked how this one turned out, it’s all a bit she did this he did that, but whatever. I hope you enjoy anyway!
Warning: there is sin ahead, honestly blame the buggies. 


“Cheryl, what the hell?” Veronica exclaimed, casting her gaze around the room with a raised eyebrow. The head bitch herself had rallied the Vixens for an emergency practice, surprising them all by turning on her heel and marching into the smaller weights room off the side of the gym. Everything had been cleared out, all equipment long gone, replaced only by an array of shiny silver poles stretching from floor to ceiling.

“I’ve been doing my research and it appears that this is the best way to turn your abs to fabs in time for the end of season pep rally,” Cheryl stated, gesturing matter-of-factly around her. Betty gulped.

“Pole dancing?” she asked, voice shaking with the rising of her nerves, brows pinching together in concern.

“Pole fitness,” Cheryl clarified, striding over to a pile of booty shorts, even shorter than their regular required uniform (and significantly tighter, Betty noted), with matching sports bras. “Suit up, my River Vixens. You’ve got a lot to learn in the way of sex appeal.”

“V, I don’t think I can…” Betty mumbled in panic, eye darting between the poles and the tiny garments resting atop her open palm. Her other hand gripped at Veronica’s arm, itching to curl into itself. Veronica glanced down at it before meeting Betty’s wide stare.

“B, it’s okay!” she reassured, bringing her hands up to rest on Betty’s shoulders as she tilted her mouth in a comforting smile. “We’re only at practice, it’s just like exercise,” she reasoned. Betty’s heart rate didn’t slow any. Veronica sighed, eyes running over the room as she tried to find the right words. “Okay, think of it this way. This is an aid to becoming stronger, right? Mind and body. It’s gonna make you feel confident and powerful. So think of something that already gets you halfway there.” Mischief glinted in her dark irises. “Maybe… when you’re with a certain dark-haired, brooding, Byron wannabe? I bet you know a few ways to help him raise the flag-”

“Veronica!” Betty screeched, tilting her head to watch the open door, cheeks flushing scarlet as she pulled her hand back from the other girl’s arm like she’d been burned. Veronica grinned devilishly, shrugging her delicate shoulders.

“I’m just saying, Betty. Channel some of that ‘in the moment’ confidence.” Her eyes softened. “It’ll help,” she threw over her shoulder as she turned to go and change. Betty took a breath, releasing the tension from her back as she stretched out her fingers. She could do this.

***

Betty stumbled into the girl’s locker room, muscles she didn’t even know she had aching, red bruises forming between her thighs. Pole, she had quickly learned, was exhausting. Add to that a commanding Cheryl Blossom, on the warpath for perfectly arched backs and streamlined drops, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk for a week.

But Veronica had been right. It did make her feel powerful, in control, even - dare she say it - sexy. It allowed her the kind of freedom she craved when she just let go, without any of the darkness clouded the edges of her vision, pulling her into an unreachable abyss. Betty bit her lip against her smile as she opened her gym locker - she could definitely get used to this feeling. Gripping the cool metal between her fingers, her thighs, back arching as she swung gracefully.

“Want me to wait for you, B?” Veronica asked, coming up behind her. Betty startled at her close voice, ponytail whipping sharply behind her, the dark-haired girl ducking out of the way.

“Wha- Oh, no. I’m supposed to be meeting Jughead to work on the Blue and Gold,” she smiled. Veronica smirked.

“Whatever you say. Enjoy your work,” she said suggestively, flitting out of the locker room with one last coy glance at Betty’s mortified expression. She huffed out a laugh, shaking her head at her friend’s antics as she pulled her clothes out.

The surrounding din quietened down as the last of the Vixens left for the night, leaving Betty alone. She glanced round cautiously, checking there were no prying eyes still, before slipping back into the gym. She couldn’t help herself; she just wanted to lose herself in the sensation for a little bit longer. She stepped gingerly towards the centre pole, clasping it with damp palms. She hooked her right knee around the object, like she’d been taught a few hours before, and pushed her weight off her left foot, propelling herself round.

She caught glimpses of herself in the mirror lining one wall. It didn’t feel like her own reflection staring back at her. She didn’t see pink sweaters and slicked back hair. She saw lean lines, strong muscles, elegant curves. There was a way about her features, her narrowed eyes, her mouth set with firm confidence, that made her blood buzz as she continued to move. She dipped her body, leg coming up in a sharp angle as she let her eyes drift closed for a moment.

“Betty?” Her eyes flew open at the low voice coming from her right. She straightened herself quickly, fingers clutching at the pole as she took in Jughead’s form standing in the doorway. Her cheeks burned.

“Juggie…” she breathed, unable to meet his eyes. “H-how long have you been standing there?” His own cheekbones were already dusted an adorable pink, blue eyes wide. He swallowed around the thickness in his throat, adam’s apple bobbing distinctly.

“Um, not that long, really. Just a while… a f-few minutes, maybe,” he stammered, ashamed of how long he’d stood silently, knowing she hadn’t seen him, while she danced.

He was entranced the moment he’d opened the door. He’d gotten worried, Betty was never usually this late to their meetings, and ventured out find her. He’d heard the music coming from the weights room and curiously pushed open to the door only to find her, twisting her body sensually to the beat now pounding in his ears. Jughead had frozen in place, boots rooted to the spot, unable to look away - not wanting to - even though he knew he was spying. She’d just looked so beautiful he couldn’t help it. His fingers itched with the desire to touch her, a pool of warmth flooding his lower belly and sending sparks southwards. His heart thudded, so loud he was surprised she couldn’t hear it, air getting too hot against his skin.

She appraised him with her usual, wide eyes, snapping back instantly into the Betty he was familiar with. She chewed on her lower lip, fingers playing idly with the elastic on her shorts. She could see the way his pupils had blown wide with lust, with want for her, as he’d been watching. His breath was coming a degree faster than normal, the way it did whenever she’d run her fingers down his chest, her teeth across his collarbone. She was turning him on just by the way she was moving, across the room entirely. The thought simmered beneath her skin, sending a delicious warmth to the apex of her thighs.

Before Betty could stop herself she was moving to grab one of the chairs stacked against the wall, placing it a few feet away from the pole she was previously using. She grabbed Jughead’s hand, his palm reassuring in hers, and dragged him over, pushing on his shoulders to get him to sit. He gazed up at her questioningly, eyebrows knit in confusion. She simply smiled, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to his soft cheek.

“Just watch,” she murmured against his heated skin. He nodded, dumbfound, not quite sure what he was agreeing to but knowing he didn’t want to say no. In the moment confidence, Veronica had said. The fluttering nervousness in her chest was blooming into something new, a need to have Jughead’s eager eyes on her as she danced, wanting him to see her whilst she reached this new high.

Betty took a breath, feeling the beat vibrating up through her legs. Her hand came up to her ponytail, pulling the band out and tossing it away, letting her honey waves free around her shoulders. Jughead shifted in her peripheries, hands coming to rest on his knees, waiting for the performance to begin.

She walked round the pole, each step measured and calculated, one hand running delicately over the metal. Every so often she chanced a glance at Jughead from beneath her lashes, finding his eyes glued to her frame. This dance wasn’t like the others from practice. Betty swung her hips back and forth, sweeping her hair over her shoulders with a flick of her head, adding a whole new layer of sensuality to her steps. She spun, enjoying the slight breeze across her warm skin that the movement caused, pulling her lower lip between her teeth as she arched her neck. Jughead cleared his throat shuffling in his chair as his fingers clutched aimlessly at the denim covering his knees. It was so apparent what she was doing to him, his tongue coming out to wet his suddenly dry lips.

Betty turned to face him, hands clasped above her head as she slowly started to slide her back down the pole, never once taking her darkened eyes from his. She reached the ground, a surge of confidence igniting a fire throughout her body as she caught sight of the prominent bulge between his shifting thighs, parting her knees and spreading her legs in a move that definitely wasn’t a part of Cheryl’s earlier routine.

“Betts…” Her name fell, slightly strangled, from his parted lips. She stood slowly, stalking towards him with a glint in her eye, like a predator seeking its prey. Her hands braced themselves on his shoulders as she swung her leg over his thighs, settling down over his lap. There was a delicious ache forming between her overworked thighs as she fought to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head. Jughead’s eyelids fluttered as they both let out perfectly synchronised moans at the long awaited pressure, but he was determined to take in every second of this moment, of Betty free of restriction before him. She grasped his wrists, placing his desperate hands on the small of her waist. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, voice hoarse. She giggled, the sound causing his own lips to lift in a smile.

“I think I do,” she muttered, circling her hips purposefully. Jughead groaned, bucking up involuntarily at the sensation. Betty paused, lifting her weight slightly from him. “You have to stay still. This is my show,” she teased, raising a challenging eyebrow. He nodded, not trusting his voice. She dropped herself down again, continuing the torturous roll of her hips, arms locked around his neck.

She swayed gently, her scent completely overwhelming Jughead’s senses. Her firm breasts were at his eye level, heaving slightly before his face. Blue eyes followed the bead of sweat, from her earlier exertion, that rolled down her collarbone and disappeared into the valley of her cleavage, wanting to chase it with his tongue. His fingers crept up her side, cupping the underside of her breast gently. All movement ceased as she threw him a threatening look, shivers rolling down Jughead’s spine, pushing the wandering hand firmly back to her waist. Betty moved her lips to his ear, warm breath making him shudder.

“Having trouble following the rules, Jug?” she whispered, unable to stop the grin from spreading across her face as she felt his fingers flex against her skin, head tilting to allow her more access to his neck. A low groan caught in his chest as she gave a pointed swivel of her hips. He blew out an uneven breath as she trailed her lips down his flushed skin, movements unrelenting now, mouth resting over his pounding pulse point. She latched her lips over the spot and sucked, small mewl vibrating against him as she felt the responding twitch in his pants directly beneath her sensitive core.

Betty pulled back, satisfied with the purple bruise she’d left amongst the fading others already littered across his pale skin. She knew that the uncontrolled grip he had against her delicate flesh would leave lingering fingerprints for her to run her hands over affectionately later, remembering the effect she had on him.

Jughead’s breathing hitched as she dropped her forehead to his, their breaths mixing, panting into each other, as she lay her open mouth over his. Her movements were speeding up, the coil in the pit of Jughead’s stomach tightening as his vision started to blur. Betty bent closer, catching Jughead’s chapped lower lip between her teeth and pulling gently.

It didn’t take much more, every last nerve Jughead had now frayed and oversensitive because of the woman in his lap, heat of her core radiating through his pants. With one last twist of her hips he couldn’t hold back any longer, loud groan tearing itself from his chest, hips bucking upwards, stuttering, as he came, pulsing beneath her.

Betty slowed her movements, revelling in the way he twitched and grunted beneath her as she coaxed him through his release, overly stimulated and exhausted. He finally opened his eyes, fingers coming to cup her cheek, looking up at her in awe. He pulled her down, placing a sweet, gentle kiss to her bitten lips.

“I never knew I could like gym so much,” he joked against her lips, Betty dropping her head to the crook of his neck with an exuberant laugh.

“Or that you’d have a reason to thank Cheryl Blossom,” she murmured with an amused smile, tucking herself closer into his embrace.

“When You Love Someone”

Summary: (based on the song written by James TW.) Divorced parents imagine…

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You bent down to your knees and straightened out your ten-year-old son’s clothing. You tucked his white shirt inside his khakis and zipped up his sweater. You took his shoe laces and double knotted each of them. You looked at your boy; his eyes were just like yours but his facial features a younger replica of his father. “You be good in school today, alright?” you sounded hopeful. The effects of divorced parents were definitely taking a toll on him.

He nodded, “Yes, mum.”

You put the straps of his Spider-Man backpack over his shoulders. “You’re going to your dad’s house tonight, are you excited?”

He just shrugged. His eyes were avoidant. Your son was tapping his feet, his hands fidgeting. He was getting antsy as you got him ready for school. “Is your sleeping bag packed?” you asked him. He nodded. “Good,” you smiled, “Daddy will pick you up after school. Have you memorized Mummy’s number?” He nodded again. “I want you to ring me if you need anything, okay?” You son nodded. “Take care your sister, okay?” Another nod. “Say ‘yes, Mummy,’” you instructed.

“Yes, Mummy,” he said forcibly.

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Bloody Nose

Summary: An unexpected noseblood during class strikes up an immediate friendship with no other than Reggie Mantle.

Word Count: 2,220.

A/N: Honestly, I’m utterly in love with Reggie by now. This was a complete blast to write and as always, feedback would be greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoy! (also yes i’m very well aware that that’s a zach gif and not reggie one, oh well)

Originally posted by knightlley

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Try To Understand (pt. 2)

Characters: Alpha!Dean Smith, Omega!Reader, Omega!Charlie, Alpha!Michael

Word Count: approx. 3900 (sorry?)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, sleepy, sexy times

A/N: Part two of my A/B/O series based on the song prompt “Magic Man” by Heart for @dr-dean’s a/b/o writing challenge. Sorry it took a while, had some real life stuff to get taken care of. This picks up right where part 1 leaves off. Hope this isn’t a disappointment after that wait. Many thanks to @roxy-davenport and @kayteonline for the support and beta work on this part. And many thanks to you for reading it! I love feedback, and hope you enjoy it. 

Get caught up here    Part 3

Originally posted by withhisbrother

“Okay. Okay,” you whisper to yourself, “Okay.” You think if you say it enough, you’ll be fine. It takes a few tries, but you finally hit the button for the correct floor. Your eyes squeeze shut as you think about Charlie’s words, ‘You’re experiencing a heat.’

“No,” you scoff out loud to yourself. “No, just think. Travel. Stress. Dirty bathrooms. It’s just that. I’m just sick. Break it down. Just think.” You nod with each point, keeping your eyes closed to focus on your mental checklist, trying to drag the focus away from the pain in the pit of your stomach; from the heat simmering just below your skin. Trying to block out the image of the man with Charlie - Mr. Smith. The way he flustered you with just one look, the way that your body itched to-

“No. Okay. Baby steps,” you tell yourself, dragging your focus back to the task at hand: getting home. The simple task feels like too much work, your muscles seem to be begging you to just flatten out on the ground. You fight against it, gripping the handrail with sweaty, slick palms. The car bounces to a stop, opening to reveal the harsh fluorescent lights of your floor.

“Tiny. Baby. Steps.”

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