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Things have been crazy lately so I just wanted to take a moment and remind you to love yourself because you are important!  No matter who you are or where you come from! Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise!

I decided to make a step by step “How-to Jenny’s Witchy Brew” for Self Love ~ Rose Soy Milk Tea <3

Things you will need:

-Rose Tea: I get mine at 99 Ranch Market but it’s essentially just dried rose hips so if you have rose hips that you can dry out, that will work too! You will want to use 6-8 rose buds, the more you add the stronger the flavor!

-Organic Soy Milk: This can be regular milk or almond milk, I prefer unsweetened organic soy milk. If you decide to use soy make sure it’s organic! Brands such as ‘Silk’ isn’t good, even if they claim it’s organic, for some reason it burns and wont cook right. It’s gotta be the real deal! For this recipe you only need 1 cup.

-Honey: Any kind of organic honey will do, if you have herbal honey that’s even better for adding more florals to your tea! I usually add about 2-3 teaspoons, but feel free to add to taste!

-Cinnamon & Nutmeg: This is optional! I like to add just a pinch of both spices to add a little kick to my tea. If you don’t care for spice try ¼ teaspoon of vanilla extract instead!

-Sugar: This is also optional, I like my tea to be a little on the sweet side & since we are using organic unsweetened soy milk it helps to really sweeten it up! I only use barely a ½ teaspoon,  but just add to taste!

-Small Pot

-Mesh Strainer: For removing the flowers once it’s cooked.

-Your Favorite Mug! Mine is a black mug with my astrological sign gold leafed into it!

Before starting, take a moment to close your eyes, clear your mind, breathe deeply through your nose and slowly release through your mouth (do this a few times). Visualize letting go of any negativity or weight you may be carrying on your shoulders…now…

<3 LET’S GET BREWING! <3

1- Pour soy milk into pot, turn heat on low

2- Add rose tea, gently crumble a couple of the buds

3- Add cinnamon, nutmeg and sugar

4- Add desired amount of honey; while you slowly drizzle it in feel free to draw symbols with it such as hearts or infinity symbols- whatever you feel is right for helping to instill your manifestations of self love into your tea!

5- Stir your brew clockwise! While slowly stirring visualize the self love that this tea will bring you & say some positive affirmations about yourself such as:

“I love the person I am, I am strong & caring, I am creative, I am beautiful inside and out…” say whatever best suits your needs for self love and take a moment to appreciate the wonderful person you are! <3

6- Let your tea brew for approximately 10 minutes on low stirring occasionally to prevent scorching. DON’T LET IT BOIL! You want to create an infusion of the flowers which means a longer slower heating process. Boiling will mean scorching the flowers and milk!

7- You’ll notice the rose buds will begin to loose their color, remove your brew from the heat to let it cool and allow the tea to steep for about 3 minutes.

8- Remove roses with mesh strainer and compost.

Enjoy!
As you drink, visualize your tea as a pink white healing light of love and remember your affirmations taking deep breaths in-between each sip! <3

I hope you all enjoyed this & that your tea was delicious & full of positive energy! Feel free to try making this with other flowers which have different properties such as: lavender & chamomile for happiness and relaxation!

Much Love <3

Does anyone ever think about the fact that after everything with Kate, maybe Derek goes to New York with the decision to never to be hurt that way by anyone again. Not the losing his family part, because how could he ever lose so much again, right? (Right? I’m not crying at all!) So he gets a part-time job as a grocery bagger or something, because he is young and most places won’t hire him halfway through the year. And he works after school to bring in a few bucks so that Laura’s eyes won’t be quite so pinched now that she has gotten her GED and began working to make ends meet for them in a very expensive city. After work, she then spends sometimes hours on the phone and emailing lawyers who are still trying to get all of the paperwork straight. So yeah, Derek  works to help Laura.

But then some lady at the store gives him that look. Like Kate. Her eyes are interested, and her grin is predatory, and he just knows she wants him. So he thinks to himself if he initiates it, maybe it won’t leave him feeling so wrong. So he does. And it becomes a thing. He flirts with anyone who shows him interest as he bags their groceries and “helps them to their car” even though they never need help.

From there maybe it just becomes a way of survival. As he gets older, it seems like more women want to sleep with him. He’s filling out, thanks to all of the runs he’s going on after work and thanks to the workouts he’s pushing his body through every morning. Because he has to be strong enough. He has to be bigger. He doesn’t want anyone to think they can hold him down or force him.

He learns how to play the game. One day he mentions something about that to a coworker (now working at a bar mixing drinks because someone had once told him he would make great money in tips) but his coworker didn’t think of sex as a game. Derek knew better. Maybe it wasn’t for some people, but he would never be able to trust someone in that way again, so he had to strike first before an opponent could.

One day a man at the bar looks at him just right, and Derek just thinks Oh. He’s never focused on men before, but he’s noticed them in passing. So he goes to the guy’s apartment after his shift and they sleep together. Derek pretends he’s done this before, even though he’s mostly relying on his sense of smell and hearing to tell if the guy is into different things he tries. And after that, Derek flirts with anyone he feels he has to.

So fast forward to Stiles. Stiles who is home from college after his second year has finished to make room for summer break. Stiles who means so much and is so good even when he’s an asshole. Stiles who leans in one day after a pack dinner, when he and Derek have finished cleaning up after everyone else has gone home. Stiles kisses him gently, at first, almost hesitantly. But when Derek doesn’t push him away, he presses in more firmly and suddenly Derek realizes where this is going to go. And it kind of makes him sad.

He lets Stiles slip his shirt off and push him back onto his bed. Stiles crawls on top of him and Derek begins pulling their hips together in a slow and sinuous way. But Stiles doesn’t react like any man Derek’s been with before–which really shouldn’t be as much of a surprise as it is. Yes, Stiles lets out a little moan, but it doesn’t break Stiles away from Derek’s mouth, where his tongue is doing things to Derek that he can’t explain. And his hands after trapping Derek’s face, but not like he’s trying to contain Derek, more like he’s holding something precious. His thumbs keep swiping across Derek’s eyebrows, like he’s memorizing their shape.

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So I was just sitting around and thinkin’ about Shane (as you do) when I thought of something, and turned it into something more. I just have a lot of feelings my dudes, I gotta let them out.

When the farmer needs to be cheered the heck-a-rooney up (bachelors only):


Alex - He will scoop you up in his arms, hold and squeeze you for as long as you need. When you’re feeling a little better, he’ll drag you (and doggo if you’d like) out for some fresh air on a walk to the beach and, if sunny, a refreshing dip in the sea. How can you be sad when the man you love is grinning widely as he playfully splashes you, and howling with laughter as you move drenched hair out of your eyes, pretending to be mad before you do the same to him? You can’t.

Elliott - He will whisper sweet nothings in your ear, reminding you how special you are, how amazing and important you are, and, of course, how beautiful and/or handsome you are. The more he continues, the less serious and more ridiculous the compliments get. He won’t stop until you’re blushing furiously, laughing and begging him to stop.

Harvey - He will be a little unsure the first time he sees you like this, but quickly snaps out of his hesitation to help you. This man will sit you down, and immediately start rubbing your back, relaxing your muscles and relieving tension. He’ll also sneak in some neck, shoulder and back kisses as his hands do the work. He’s there to listen if you need to let it all out, he would never complain, he hates the thought of you bottling everything up inside. 

Sam - He will hold you as you rest in his arms, and softly sing to you. Eventually, when you’re feeling better, he will be sat on the bed, back against the headboard, and you between his legs, with his chin on your shoulder as you play guitar together, his hands over yours, plucking the strings together. If it’s a more low-key sadness, he’d probably show you dumb memes he finds funny, or he’d send you this

Sebastian - “hey wanna see this cat video?” … but if the sadness is beyond cat videos, he will do his best to comfort you, despite feeling a little awkward, unsure of how to handle your emotions, he does his best, listening to everything you need to say. He might even take you out on his motorbike, taking a spontaneous trip to just about anywhere. The sharp and familiar wind flowing through your hair as you two sped down the road is enough to ease your troubles.

Shane - He would either lay in bed with you, your head on his chest whilst he lazily draws circles and traces the small details/marks/scars on your body he loves so much. Or he would carry you to the chicken coop and childishly play around with you, giving the chickens voices and telling stories about them. “This one time, Mr. Cluck-a-thon escaped the pen and robbed a bank, no lie”.

              DAMON SALVATORE SENTENCE STARTERS.


                 taken from ian somerhalder’s portrayal of him on the show, not the book.


  • “Hello, brother.”
  • “Stop being cute.”
  • “Nostalgia is a bitch.”
  • “I’m stronger than you think.”
  • “I’m gonna go rip his head off now.”
  • “Our life is one, big proverbial coin toss.”
  • “I could rip your heart out and not think twice about it.”
  • “Sorry to spoil your seven minutes in heaven. We have a problem.”
  • “For someone who doesn’t wanna be like me, you sure are good at it.”
  • “Take it from the guy who supposedly got it all and is sitting with bubkis. Stop moping about who are not and start being the guy you are.”
  • “Very Emerson, the way you reveal your soul. So many… adjectives.”
  • “Is that where you’ve been all morning, out buying bossypants?”
  • “I’m not some drunk sorority chick. You can’t roofy me.”
  • “Does it get tiring, being so righteous?”
  • “You just don’t wanna die, do you?”
  • “Why are you so mean to me?”
  • “Don’t tell me what I can’t do.”
  • “Hashtag, you’re welcome.”
  • “The only one I can count on is… me.”
  • “Today has been a no-good, very-bad day.”
  • “This would be so much more fun if we were naked.”
  • “I guess I’ll have to cuddle up next to the fire with all my rage.”
  • “You brood too much… My actions, they belong to me. I own them.”
  • “I do believe in killing the messenger. Know why? It sends a message.”
  • “Can we not do the whole road trip bonding thing? The cliche of it all makes me itch.”
  • “I look at you and I see myself. A less dashing, less intelligent version.”
  • “Your search for life’s purpose is as obvious as it is tragic.”
  • “I’m trusting you. Don’t make me regret it.”
  • “Alright, brother. Time to go.”
  • “I’d be extra nice to me right now.”
  • “You are officially the most terrifying person I know.”
  • “Didn’t you find it weird that you made a friend so fast? Have you met you?”
  • “I gotta admit, even for me, it’s a little kinky.”
  • “You have no sense of humor.”
  • “So all’s forgiven?”
  • “I don’t do good. It’s not in me.”
  • “Stop being ashamed of who you are.”
  • “I’m better at being the bad guy anyway.”
  • “Take it from me: strange is bad, dead is worse.”
  • “I promise you. I will never leave you again.”
  • “You want a partner in crime? Forget _____. I’m so much more fun.”
  • “You know what they say: the way to a psycho killer’s heart is through his stomach.”
  • “Get your ass out the door before I throw you over my shoulder and carry you out myself.”
  • “There’s no such thing as a bad idea. Only poorly executed awesome ones.”
  • “Hindsight is almost a bigger bitch than you.”
  • “I’ve been dead before. I got over it.”
  • “Life sucks. Get a helmet.”
  • “You need to stop doing that.”
  • “Humanity’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”
  • “I’m staying clear of all women at the moment.”
  • “I want to throw you back in my bed and never let you leave.”
  • “You went on a murderous rampage. It happens.”
  • “First of all, don’t nickname. That’s my thing.”
  • “And here I thought my future was bleak.”
  • “I have moves you’ve never even seen before.”
  • “You do realize you are dating a reformed serial killer, right?”
  • “You know this whole pretending to hate me is getting a little silly.”
  • “Guilt. Don’t know it, but I’ve heard it can be a royal bitch.”
  • “One thing you’re not going to do, you’re not going to mess with me.”
  • “You’re lucky you’re adorable because your eternal optimism is super annoying.”
  • “If you’re gonna be maudlin, I’m gonna kill you myself. Just to put me out of your misery.”
  • “Sometimes really terrible things happen to amazing people.”
  • “You better start talking or I will kill you in your sleep.”
  • “That’s it? We’re gonna kill bad guys together and you’re not even going to talk to me?”
  • “Is that what you people think of me? That I just instantly resort to violence?”
  • “You are literally the best person I’ve ever known.“
  • “You came here to kill me?”
  • “Eh. I’ve seen worse.”
  • “I think I like you.”
  • “I’m a good guy now, remember?”
  • “I’m lost… metaphorically, existentially.”
  • “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
  • “Just stop talking. Just kiss me. Be my distraction.”
  • “You once told me that calling me Satan was an insult to Satan.”
  • “So I’m thinking of a person. He’s reasonably good looking, charming accent, and he would be the most amazing wingman if he just got rid of his martyr complex.“
  • “Whatever desire you have to save me, I kinda need that right now.”
  • “Listen, how I got this amazing body has nothing to do with science.”
  • “Clarity over cleverness. That’s what I always say.”
  • “You’re choosing that woman over me?”

in which y/n doesn’t want to move in…

“No?” he repeated back to her. 

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?” he mimicked back with a hopeful look in his eyes. 

She groaned. “No. Yeah, no. You know what I’m saying.” She groaned again. “No. I don’t want to move in with you, Harry." 

His lips formed a pout. "Why not?" 

"Because I said so. Now will you please drop it?” She flopped onto the couch.

“I will not. I’m tired of asking you, and having this same conversation over and over again,” he said, sitting down next to her.

“Same." 

He stood back up, running his hands through his hair and down his face trying to maintain his composure. "We’ve been together for ages! You have half of your things at my place anyway! Just pack the rest of your crap up and move it over!" 

She rolled over and growled into her pillow before turning back over and sitting up, frustration running rampant through her veins. "What’s the point, Harry? You’re never there! You’re never in one place more than a a week, two at most. I might as well just stay here." 

He shook his head at her. "Okay, first of all, don’t make it seem like I neglect you because I don’t. You travel with me, too. And, second, that’s why I want you to move in with me. When I’m here, at home, I want you with me all the time. I’m tired of travelling back and forth and packing bags and deciding who’s to stay over. Just come stay with me. Please." 

She hadn’t been looking at him, but when she did chance a quick peek, she saw his eyes open and earnest and pleading and she almost gave in. The more stubborn part of her, though, resisted his pleas as anger flared up within her. "Listen, I said no. End of discussion. I’m not saying it again,” she snapped.

“Fine,” he snapped back and stormed out of her flat. 

Two days went by of complete radio silence between the two which was practically unheard of. Even if they didn’t have the chance to talk much, they’d always have some sort communication—a quick phone call before bed or on lunch breaks, declarations of love via text, little observations of people and things that happened during the day. And, it wasn’t for her lack of trying. She texted him and rang him, but she figured he was screening her messages. He was being ridiculous. 

On a whim, she decided to pop by his house. When he opened the door, he looked surprised to see her , however she was more surprised to see boxes stacked in his living room with her name on them. She looked to him for some sort of explanation, but by that point he’d already steeled his face again and stared back at her with his arms crossed. “What's– what’s going on?” Her heart was beating out her chest. 

He pursed his lips. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. I haven’t decided yet." 

Her face twisted into a snarl. "Really? All of this because I won’t move in with you?" 

Instead of snapping back like she expected him to, he sighed in response, already silently resigned. "No. I’m just… done fighting tooth and nail every time I try to move this relationship forward.” He paused as if he was preparing himself for the next statement he was about to make. “I think that we should take a break." 

Her heart sank even more than it did when she first saw all the boxes. "You don’t mean that,” she forced out. 

“I do. I think you need some time to think about you and what you want for yourself and this relationship and get back to me when you figure it out because I’m done fighting with you, babe. I really am." 

"Harry…” she choked, feeling tears spring to her eyes. 

He was looking everywhere except for at her, and she knew it was hurting him too. “I’ll help take your things to your car,” he muttered, brushing past her and grabbing one of the three boxes sprawled across the carpet. 

Her throat closed up and her lungs constricted as she watched him walk away. She was still standing in the same position as he came back in and grabbed the second box. Not knowing what to do and realizing that he was serious about this break, she grabbed the final box and followed him out. He gently took the box she was holding, placed it in the trunk with the others, then turned to face her. He brought one hand to the side of her face and the other to her waist as she looked up at him with the most poignant expression he’d ever seen, brushed his thumb across her bottom lip a couple times before planting a feather-like kiss on her lips. “Call me." 

She gulped then nodded, not able to properly respond due to the tightness she was experiencing in her chest. He removed his grip from her body and opened the car door for her, shutting it tightly after she entered, then walked back into his house. It was then that she went into a full blown panic attack. She struggled to take vital oxygen into her lungs, her hands shook like paper being blown in the wind, and her heart was beating out of control. She laid her head against the steering wheel attempting to find purchase and calm her rapidly racing mind.

It wasn’t working.

All she could think about is how she didn’t want a break. She didn’t need to think about anything really because she knew she wanted Harry. Simple as that. Breaks were never just breaks. He was going to use their time apart to get over her, and she couldn’t allow that to happen. She stumbled out the car and ran back to his door, knocking furiously. He didn’t answer, so she slid down the back of the door and began sobbing into her hands.

Just as she was getting up, the door opened revealing a very confused Harry. She whipped her head around and the rest of her body followed as she tried to contain herself from running into his arms. "I’m sorry. I’ll move in with you. I’m sorry. Just please don’t do this.”

Harry sighed heavily, pulling her into his arms for a moment before pulling back. “Love, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. I really think that this time apart will do us some good." 

She shook her head profusely. "I don’t need time, Harry. I just– can I– please?” she sniffled, pointing inside. 

He stepped aside and closed the door. “Why are you so sure that you want to move in now? What’s changed?”

“I don’t want to lose you, H. You just don’t understand how scared I am all the time. I’m trying I really am, but it’s hard for me. I’m not like you. You’ve accomplished so much, and I can barely adult. I’m so messed up, and I’ve been trying to fix myself. I just want to be good enough for you. I’ve always just been trying to be good enough for you. And, I know that it takes me a while sometimes and that I get really defensive, but I’m working on it. You make me a better person, and that’s all I can ask for. All I’ve ever wanted is to be someone who deserves you, so please just be patient with me." 

This time it was Harry who was shaking his head. He closed the distance that was between them, grasping her face in his hands. "I don’t know what I’ve gotta do to get it through your pretty little head that you’re good enough for me. Probably more than I deserve, if I’m being honest.” A few tears still drop down her face. “Baby… I just got lucky. I was literally just in the right place at the right time. I work hard, yeah. But, I still don’t know what I’m doing. You wanna know what I do when I’m feeling extra lost and confused, though?” She blinks at him. “I talk to you and my mum and my sister and Jeff and the boys and all the other people I have in my life. So, why do you think that you have to do this alone?" 

He presses a firm kiss to her mouth. "You don’t. You don’t, you don’t, you don’t,” he murmurs pressing kiss after kiss to her mouth. “Move in with me." 

It’s not even a question that needs to be answered anymore, but she nods her head nonetheless, wrapping her arms around his neck, while he continues erasing every inch of self doubt away with his lips.

I warned you.

Authors Note: So, I am not a fan of this but I wanted to post something. I know the Shawn pieces are not getting any notes, but I like writing them so I am probably going to continue this trial run until I officially make up my mind on whether to continue writing them. Enjoy! Xx


You had been awake for quite a while, in a non-creepy way watching as Shawn harmoniously sleeps beside you, his fingertips wrapped around the corner of his silk pillow, his hair messily falling around his face, his mouth occasionally twisting, allowing a few mumbled hums to escape, along with a few moans.

He tends to be a heavy sleeper after performing shows, there are times he sleeps through his alarm and you have to pry him away from his sleeping state. You know this morning is going to be one of those mornings; a morning where you have to shake him a few times before he’s alarm is set to blare through the hotel room, a morning where you’ll have to whisper sweet nothings into his ear until his eyes gradually open, in which he will mumble an ‘I love you’ before falling back asleep. He’s not hard —per say— to wake up, but he’s not exactly always waking up the moment you shake him. The concerts take everything out of him.

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guitar center Josh

Originally posted by kellymccg

reader x josh: you take an interest in drums, so you go to the local music store to get lessons. but your hormones take more of an interest in your smoking hot instructor.

ps - i know absolutely nothing about drumming or how music lessons go, so forgive me any musicians out there >.< i specialize in smut ok 

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“hi, my name is josh dun. i’ll be your drum instructor.” josh greets you with a friendly smile, shaking your hand. right away, you vaguely recognize him as the passionate drummer in “house of heroes” and your muscles go weak. you vividly remember him drumming his heart out, his passion outshining the other guys in the group and turning your insides to mush. 

“hey aren’t you the drummer in house of heroes?” you ask impulsively. you flush at the devilish little smirk he gives you, hoping he didn’t think you were a stalker. 

“you know our band? usually people don’t pay attention to drummers” he jokes. 

“yeah…i um, seen you playing at battle of the bands against that other group, uh…” the name slips your mind, but you remember the singer being equally as passionate and outshining the other group members. 

“twenty one pilots!! yeah, those guys are…amazing, especially tyler. that boy can rap, and his energy levels are just…” he trails off, switching gears in his brain “anyway, it says here we meet at 4 pm on tuesdays and thursdays for half an hour, so we better get started.” 

josh leads you to the drums set up in the back of the store. you realize that unsurprisingly on a rainy tuesday evening, the store is practically empty. when his back is turned, your eyes explore his entire frame from his dark curls and broad shoulders, down to his muscular forearms and ass when he bends over to grab the sticks. josh breaks the ice before your mind starts playing tricks on you, and you curse yourself for fantasizing at a time like this. 

“i’m just going to run through the different parts of the instrument real quick, this is the high hat, this is the bass drum, these are the cymbals…” he continues going through the parts, giving each a tap with the stick so you can hear how each one sounds. 

“ok, now i’ll just demonstrate a simple beat before having you jump right into it. then i’ll let you try it, and we can pick up from there.” he explains, and you nod in understanding, standing in front of him and paying attention. he slowly sets a drumming pattern, relatively simple compared to what you’ve seen him do. but he still gets into it, and you think ahh that’s easy, i can do that. 

“now your turn” he said, smiling kindly and standing from the seat. you take the seat, he hands you the sticks, and suddenly you become aware that you have no idea what to do. you don’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of a drummer, nonetheless one you have a crush on. 

“it’s alright, i don’t expect you to get it on the first try. we all gotta start somewhere. just test it out so we can see where you’re at” he said, sensing your hesitation. you nod your head, taking a deep breath before straightening your back and raising your sticks. little do you know, josh isn’t thinking about what a dumb newbie you are. he’s thinking about how he can get you more relaxed, because he’s incredibly interested. he thinks about asking you to come to his show, buying you a drink, and getting to know you better. you perform an uncoordinated replication of his beat, obviously overthinking it. you feel like he’s judging your lack of skill, but his eyes are glossing over all your physical features. he’s biting his bottom lip imagining all the possible scenarios. but he’s broken out of his spell when you slam your sticks down in frustration. 

“i’m a total idiot. i can’t do two different things at once, i’ll never get this” you sigh, completely disappointed in yourself. you actually start tearing up and try to look away because you don’t want him to see you being emotionally vulnerable. 

to your surprise, he comes around behind you and starts rubbing up and down your arms. you feel like you should be alarmed, but it actually relaxes you. so much that your eyes almost rolled back from the feeling of euphoria. you actually suppress a moan when you imagine how easy it’d be for him to simply cup your breasts from this position. oh my god, his hands are fucking magic you think to yourself. 

“shhh, shh you are definitely not an idiot. i had the same problems at first. really, it just takes getting used to, but i need you to trust me and not think i’m judging you. i really want you to learn, okay?” he reassures. he internally celebrates that you’re holding still and letting him touch you. 

“okay” you say, nodding your head and letting out a shaky breath. 

“so, you trust me?”

“yes”

“good, pick up your sticks and lets see if we can get the pattern.” he instructs. once you’re holding the sticks, he leans over you and holds your hands with the sticks. 

“sorry, this is the best way i could think of” he said in an unmistakably sultry voice. he was even surprised at himself for this move. 

“mmm” you respond, totally unable to concentrate with the feel of him pressed up against your back and holding your hands. you try not to shake, but he has you literally trembling with how submissive you felt at that moment. you couldn’t help but imagine him taking you from behind, and it would be easy with how wet you were. he begins to guide you like this, but you’re no longer suppressing your desires. 

“oh my god, josh” you breathe, rocking back in your seat and pressing against him. he lets go of your hands and you drop your sticks, turning around in your seat. he takes your face in his hands and presses his lips to yours and you can feel the lust in his kiss. you’re aware of how he’s standing between your legs, and you happened to be wearing a black leather mini skirt that day. lucky you remembered to wear panties so he didn’t think you had planned this. you moan into his kiss, hands stroking down his sides and to his hips. you tug at the waistband of his jeans and he grunts, pulling away to undo his jeans. the kindness in his eyes was replaced with this dark, brooding stare. he leaves his jeans unfastened and lifts you up from your seat, and you instinctively wrap your arms and legs around him. he carries you back to the storage room. 

“i wanted to fuck you as soon as i laid eyes on you” josh admitted as he pushed you against the wall. you allowed yourself to be pinned and ravaged by his hands all over your body. he groped your tits before pulling your shirt up and burying his face in your cleavage. you lifted your arms so he could pull it off, then fumbled with your bra strap. you chuckled a little at his frustration and reached behind yourself to unclasp it, and he practically ripped it off you. he didn’t hesitate to dip his head down, licking your nipple and sucking it in his mouth almost painfully hard. you moan, running both your hands through his curls and grinding yourself against his knee between your legs. 

“mmm you like that, huh” he growled, that coy smirk returning to his face. you knew it was more of a statement than a question. 

“yes, more please” you whimper, panting from how he’s still groping your tits. almost as a reward, he helps you rub against his knee and you grip his biceps for support. 

“would you like me to eat your pussy?” he murmurs in your ear before leaving love-bites on your neck, holding the skin between his perfect teeth. you swear that was the most beautiful words you ever heard come from anyone’s mouth and give the sluttiest moan imaginable. that pretty much gave him the answer. 

“uuhhhh god josh, please” you beg, squeezing his biceps harder when his teeth clamp down. you feel your heart racing and all the blood rushing between your legs. he gently licks over the teeth marks in your skin and you soften up on your grip, allowing him to pepper quick little kisses down your stomach until he’s kneeling below you. 

“let’s see how wet you are for me” he said, pushing your tight skirt up your thighs to your waist. he was met with lacy red panties. 

“sexy” he complimented, bringing his fingers up to trace along the top. you shudder from his breath fanning against your bare thighs and instinctively spread your legs wider, giving him permission. 

“well what’s this?” josh smirked, fingers tracing from your clit down to a wet spot that soaked through. he put pressure there, massaging little circles until you were crying out and bucking your hips. 

“fuck, josh fuck fuck” you whisper, panting and unable to form any words from how aroused you are.  

“i’m getting to it. i love you moaning my name like that, baby” he chuckled deeply, hooking his fingers into your panties and pulling them down. he’s purposefully taking his time to tease you and knows you’re in too vulnerable of a state to do anything about it. you step out of your panties when he gets them to your feet and he tosses them aside. you feel exposed to the cool air, and he took a moment to look you over. his first instinct is to place sloppy, wet kisses towards your inner thighs to torment you until you’re shaking and spreading your legs even wider. he lifted one of your legs to place over his back and slide his ring and middle fingers inside you. you gasp, the sudden intrusion giving you instant relief and something clamp around. he pumped them a few times before spreading you open with his thumb. he licked from where his fingers were inside you to your swollen clitoris and honed in on it. 

“damn baby, you taste so sweet. and you’re so pink. i could eat your delicious pussy for hours” josh moaned, pulling out his fingers and sucking off your juices. you watch him with your mouth agape and your head rolled back against the wall as he slid them back in you. he sucked your inner labia before flicking his tongue directly over your clit, causing you to twitch involuntarily. that familiar feeling began pooling in your lower stomach as he relentlessly lapped at your clit.

“josh, you’re gonna make me cum” you moaned breathlessly, gyrating against his tongue. 

“fuck, that’s so hot baby. cum all over my tongue” he talked with his mouth to your pussy so you could feel his breaths. his tongue slid into your hole with his fingers and that sent you over the edge, contracting violently around them. he wiggled his fingers inside you, pressing his lips to your clit to suck gently, which intensified your orgasm. it’s so good, you doubled over and he caught you while standing back up. he wrapped his hand around your throat and kissed you, full of tongue so you could taste yourself in his mouth. 

“good girl” he praised while shifting his pants and briefs off his hips to free his throbbing erection. he lifted you up again, backing you to the wall as he guided his cock to your sloppy entrance. you braced yourself, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slowly entered you. your eyes rolled back as he slid deeper, stretching you out until he was pushed all the way to the hilt. you drop your head back, exposing your throat, which he licked and kissed immediately. as you adjusted around his girth, you realize josh’s cock is the biggest you’ve had. when he began humping you, your body became engulfed in flames and your mind shut off.

“fuck me josh, yes, please, harder!” you scream as he bounced you on his cock. you held on to him for dear life, squeezing your legs around his waist to pull him deeper. he was panting against your neck, making these guttural sounds that let you know he was feeling it just as much as you were. 

“damn baby girl, your pussy grips my dick like no other” he whispered, pounding into you to punctuate it. you whined and bit down on his shoulder, digging your heels into his ass. 

“i’m slipping” you whimpered, still grinding your dripping pussy on his cock. 

“i got you, baby. here” he said, pulling you away from the wall and easing you down on the floor. he never pulled out of you, and as soon as he laid you on your back, he was able to fuck you more freely without the restrictions of gravity. your hands clawed at his shirt, trying to pull it off. he supported himself on one arm, pulling his shirt over his head and sitting back on his knees. he wrapped his arms around your thighs as leverage to yank you to him, forcing a strangled sound from your throat at how swiftly he entered you. he resumed his thrusting, watching how you were writhing and arching your back each time he entered you. from the angle, he was hitting all the right spots in you and you were able to drool over his hot chest and abs while he fucked you. that’s when it hit you that your hot drum instructor was owning you right there on the floor and you moaned. 

“h-harder, fuck me harder, josh” you pleaded, and josh grinned at the opportunity to make you beg. 

“oh, you want it rough? how bad you want it, slutty princess?” he asked. 

“so bad, josh, please just give it to me” you begged, bucking your hips the best you could. he held onto your thighs tighter, pinning you down. 

“that’s right. i’m the only one that can give it to you like this, remember that” josh said, pulling back until he was barely inside you before slamming into you. it forced another scream from your throat and you cried for him to keep going, voice already hoarse. 

“you’re the only one” you repeated, bringing your fingers down to rub your clit as you felt your climax approaching. you paid attention to the obscene sounds of his skin slapping against yours and his sexy little grunts. before you know it, another orgasm is rushing through your body and you’re twisting in pleasure with high, needy moans pouring from your mouth. 

“fuck, that’s so sexy” josh huffed, watching you fall apart for him yet again, “where do you want me to cum?” he asked. 

“cum inside me, josh. i want you to fill me up” you answered, and he raised an eyebrow. 

“don’t worry, i’m on birth control” you said, smiling at him and licking your lips. he nodded his head and sped his hips up, thrusting with vigor and purpose. 

“you want it in you, damn, i’m gonna give it to you baby” he said, letting go of your thighs and moving to rest his body back on top of you. a moment later his hips slowed considerably and he was cumming inside you with moans of your name on his lips. you hugged his body tighter to you, running your hands over his back as he pumped you slowly through his own slickness. he remained on top of you, softly kissing your lips and neck until both your breathing went back to normal and his dick softened. 

“oh my god” you said, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“yeah” josh said, laughing. the kindness returned to his eyes and he seemed exactly like how you first met him. only difference was now, he was finally pulling out of you and wiping his cum off your lower lips with your own panties. 

“umm…we’ll just hide these back here. so, see you thursday?” josh said, winking. you laughed as you were putting your clothes back on. 

“it’s a date” you said, kissing him on the lips before heading out of the back of the store. 

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also here’s this interview of josh talking about drums 😍

Meet Me in the Hallway - Justin Foley

Based off of Harry Styles’ song: Meet Me in the Hallway 
(Give it a listen for full effect)

(Justin Foley X Fem!Reader) Warning : Mentions of drug use

Originally posted by du-dreckstuck

“C’mon Y/N, it’s nothing like that. Believe me it’s-”

“No Justin, just stop. Please stop.” You shut your bedroom door in his face, locking it as well. You stepped away from it as Justin tried his best to open it; but he was trapped in the hallway. He let out a long sigh, resting his forehead against the door.

“Y/N, please open the door.” You shook your head, partly as an answer, but mostly to clear your head. This wasn’t the first time he had come to your house, doped up, high beyond belief. The people he hung out with, Bryce Walker specifically, were anything but a good influence.

“Baby please, there has to be something I can do,” Justin begged. You wiped the tears from your eyes– tears of pain and disappointment. He could be so much better, he just needed to go without it for a while. “Just let me know,” he whispered, “I’ll be at the door.” You rested your back against the door, sinking down against it to sit. You brought your knees up to your chest, resting your head on top of them.

Justin did the same. He left the wood dig into part of his back as he sunk to the floor. On the floor, again, hoping that Y/N would come around. Hoping the door would open and he could hold her. Tell her that he’s sorry; like he did every time. He shook his head in defeat.

“We can work it out,” he said, “just please open the do. We’ll work it out.” You shifted your body, but did not get up. “Meet me,” he begged, “just half way.” You stifled your tears, not wanting to waste anymore. You had tried it before, opening the door, but it never helped. After episodes like these, you wouldn’t talk about it. You’d never talk about it.

“C’mon, Baby, I’m floor here.” He bit his lip, feeling invisible and unheard on his side of the door. At times, Justin felt more acquainted with your hallway than your bedroom; this happened far too often. And it was his fault. He just needed the pain to go away for a little while and nothing else seemed to do it quite like the drugs.

“So am I,” you whispered. Justin’s ear perk up at the sound of your voice. You wiped your tears away and sniffled, thinking about what to do.

“Just let me look at you,” he pleaded, sincerity in his voice.

“You need help, Justin, but you don’t get any. You never do, or you never ask.” More tears fell down your cheeks, against your will. Justin bit his lips, salty tears escaping his own eyes.

“I gotta get better,” he whispered, “I know. So I-” He stopped talking, halting the sobs that threatened to come up his throat. You scooted away from the door, contemplating giving in. You stood carefully on your woozy legs. You reached over, resting your hand on the knob. “So I need your help. Please.” With that, you turned the door open. Justin sat on the floor, turning his head to look up at you. His eyes were as red as yours, due to the high and crying. He stood up, opening his arms slightly. You fell into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I gotta get better,” he repeated, whimpering into your hair. You nodded against his chest, your arms tightening around him.

“You will J,” you whispered, “I promise.” A soft silence fell over the two of you as you both stood, hugging beneath the door frame. Justin just held his eyes shut, wishing that he could’ve gone to you first; because he seemed to have forgotten, when you held him like this, how you could take the pain away. Better than anything else he could smoke.

anonymous asked:

Fell! And Swap!bros reaction to s/o having a passion for baking, and always giving them first bites of their yummy baked goods? Love your blog!! ^-^

Underfell-Sans:

Hey, not bad. Sometimes he likes to provoke Papyrus by mentioning how good your stuff is, to watch him drag you into silly, on-the-spot “bake offs” every now & then. He loves seeing you both enjoy the competition, because hey, it’s one of the few times he can see the two most important people in his life relax & enjoy one another’s company without the threat of the Underground looming over you all. &, of course, he gets to eat what you’ve made at the end of it. It’s a win-win situation.

Underfell-Papyrus:

Pah! You call that a “dish?” Stand back, date-mate, & watch a true master at work!! He likes to attempt to copy your dishes under the illusion of trying to one-up you, it’s kind of how he learns. He’ll never admit to actually wanting to take lessons from you (especially since he’s already learning from Undyne), but if you just so happened to leave the recipe lying out & about, along with a sample for him to try–he’d appreciate it.

Underswap-Sans:

He actually loves watching you work, more than trying to help out. He’ll just perch himself at the nearest table or countertop & sit there, starry-eyed, & add “helpful commentary” from the sidelines. Even if you don’t take his advice, which might make him pout a little, he’s sure your dish will come out delicious anyway!! Though if you’d have just added stirred the bowl a little harder, the dough would have been whipped in more ways than one! Like how Alphys taught him to do it!!!–he “complains” with a mouthful of whatever you’ve offered him.

Underswap-Papyrus:

If he wasn’t afraid of getting hunted down by Muffet herself, he’d say that your stuff might actually be better than hers. Then again, someone as sweet as you has gotta be naturally good at baking, so he’s not all that surprised. Besides, it’s just in his nature to be attracted to those with talent. Sometimes when you’re working, & your back is turned, he’ll sneak in while you’re working & dump in an extra cup of sugar or a handful of sprinkles into the mixing bowl, only to appear at the table before you’ve even figured out he was there.

Capable of Change - 7 (Savitar!Barry/Reader)

Imagine, remnant Barry getting asked out by you and he decided to say yes…

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Originally posted by amarabliss

Following the funeral, Barry, decided to stay with you a while. He helped with everything he could. Canceling trips, informing work, redirecting unwanted visitors. 

He glanced up looking over at you sitting at your piano staring out the window. You looked so sad and he wanted to see you smile again. 

Then there was the other thing…you had said that you loved him. Thankfully you fell asleep against him almost instantly because he didn’t respond. 

He held you that entire night letting those three words roll over in his mind. Over and over…He never thought he’d get this again.  Having a chance to love someone. Iris was still so real to him, every time this Barry created a new memory he felt it.

But it had been years and years since he’d actually faced her, and these past months with had softened his heart, but not his cause. He feared if you found out who he really was, what his intentions were that you would finally see that his soul matched his face. 

Twisted.

He put a cup of coffee down on the piano and held a plate of toast out to you, “You should eat.”

You smiled sadly at him taking a piece, “Thanks…”

“Of course.” He sat down on the stool next to you holding the plate, “I just wish I could do more.”

“You have…” You took in a deep breath letting it slowly, “been amazing Allen, I couldn’t ask for more.”

He gave you a small smile, “You know don’t have to go back today. No one would blame you for taking more time off.”

“I know…but I think it’s time.” You told him, “I gotta do something. I think if I stay in here I’ll just…wither.”

“Well we can’t have that.” He leaned over kissing your temple, “I’m gonna hang out here if that’s okay?”

“Of course.” You stood up looking at him, “You know you’re welcome here anytime.”

“It is certainly better then the crappy motel I stay in.” He smirked thinking about the warehouse his suit rested in, “More homey.”

“Well maybe we can think about making this more…permanent.” You said quietly, “You’re here all the time anyways.”

“You…” he perked up a little eyes twinkling, “You want me to move in?”

You smiled for the first time in a week, “Why not? This place is really too big for one person.”

“You’re sure you want to share?” He stood up putting the plate down on the stool.

“I don’t know.” You looked down at your hands for a moment as he stepped closer to you, “But I’m gonna jump anyways.”

He smiled taking your face into his hands, “I…”

You looked him and smiled seeing his struggle, “It’s okay…I know how you feel about me…when you can say it…you will.”

“You’re too good for this world.” He dropped his forehead to touch yours, “Too good for me.”

“Allen, everyone struggles with something. I know this still terrifies you, but your actions during…all of this…they say a lot.” You told him shutting your eyes, “So…I will keep the door open, until it needs to be closed. Which, I’m hoping very much that it won’t.”

He felt a warmth spread between his shoulders when you opened your eyes. There was so much hope in them. He wanted to believe in that hope. He wanted to dive into and let the waves envelope him turning it into reality.

You kissed him lightly before patting his chest with your hands, “I will see you later for dinner. Take out?”

“I’ll cook.” He told you shoving his hands into his pockets.

“You sure?” You walked backwards toward the door grabbing your keys from the bowl kitchen counter.

“You deserve a warm meal made from scratch.” He smirked, “I promise you’re gonna love it.”

“I’m sure I will.” You smiled at him before walking out.

He was hooked. Knowing that in your darkest moment he could bring that smile was all it took.

He loved you.

Leonard McCoy's Guide to Hula Hooping

Leonard McCoy x Reader
674 words
Beta: @trekken81
Triggers: None


This came from my absolutely horrific attempt at showing my daughter how to use a hula hoop (way back in November – I’m still terrible at it). It did not go plan.

Slightly AUish, as there’s no mention of space or anything; I suppose though that this could just take place on shore leave.

Originally posted by llithyias

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Seventeen Reaction To Being Your First Kiss

I love Seventeen, so I’m about to attempt doing all 13 of them. Wish me luck~

Please, enjoy;

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S. Coups

Seungcheol would be very confident. He’d do it more for you than for himself, as he’d care for you a lot.

“Don’t worry, kiddo, I’ve got you.”

Originally posted by seungcheofine

Jeonghan

Jeonghan is a dangerous man. He would be so ready for you to let him do his thing. 

“I know you’ll like it. Love it, even.”

Originally posted by 12fools

Joshua

Jisoo would be so sweet and caring to you. (like omfg) He’d make sure you were absolutely 100% sure you wanted him to kiss you. 

“If you’re sure, I’ll be more than ready to do so.”

Originally posted by jishooua

(ignore jun the creep pl0x)

Jun

Junhui is a bit cocky as we know but he is also very dorky/in his own little world. 

“Whoa, am I hearing you right, baobei?! I can kiss you?!”

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

Hoshi

Soonyoung is so energetic, it seems like he never calms down. However, I feel as though he’d become a bit more serious than usual with this situation.

“Oh, goody! Jagiya, I’m so glad.”

Originally posted by amillionwon

Wonwoo

Wonwoo is a shy boy, so he’d get pretty flustered if you asked him to be your first kiss. 

“R-really? You want me to kiss you? Well, okay…”

Originally posted by fyeahwonhui

Woozi

Jihoon is a calm and careful guy, so he’d have prepared to kiss you by maybe watching romantic films and such. 

“I’ll do my best, so I hope you’ll like it.”

Originally posted by shitohsehun

(this gif i am not ok)

DK

Seokmin is honestly so loud/funny, he would be one of the more excited members.

“Woo-hoo, you won’t regret this, jagiya!”

Originally posted by lseokmin

Mingyu

Mingyu is a little bit quiet too, but I think he’d be more than ready to kiss you.

“Let’s both enjoy ourselves.”

Originally posted by mingyiu

The8

Minghao, the baby fairy. He is so innocent and he may be a little oblivious to what you’re asking. 

“Oh! A kiss? Of course, we can do that.”

Originally posted by hanwooz

(i couldn’t find anything better so ignore the caption)

Seungkwan

Seungkwan is such a lil tease, so expect him to be poking lots of fun at you. 

“Oh, you want a kiss from me? You’ve gotta beg for it!”

Originally posted by lunarjun

Vernon 

Hansol is another sweetheart that would be honored you chose him. 

“Me? Oh yeah, I can kiss you! Absolutely!”

Originally posted by sonikvzoumm

Dino

Little Chan would be so squishy in this situation aka Fluster City. 

“Yes, yes! I want to kiss you!”

Originally posted by minqhyuk

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Author’s Note

Gifs don’t belong to me! I’m so sorry if this seemed rushed, because it totally was. I have a banquet to get to in like negative six minutes, so bye bye!

12x14 coda

Once it’s clear everyone is safe, Sam and Mary both bandaged up and settled in their respective rooms, Dean finds himself growing angry once again. The two of them had almost died and for what? Some harebrained scheme dreamed up by some self-righteous sons of bitches who didn’t bother to get their hands dirty. 

He grabbed the bottle of whiskey Ketch brought as a peace offering, torn between taking a swig or shattering it on the floor. He chose the former, not even wincing as it burned down his throat. The only way to handle this feeling, hurt and anger and betrayal, was to be very drunk.

Dean had managed to down a quarter of the bottle when Castiel entered, looking utterly exhausted. The angel had clearly hoped to sneak in unnoticed, because when he caught Dean’s eye, he looked away guiltily. “Her trail went cold. I’m sorry.”

He continued down the Bunker steps, warily watching Dean. Dean merely held out the bottle of whiskey to Cas. To Dean’s relief, Cas settled on the table next to Dean and took a long gulp. 

“Mary’s working for the British Men of Letters,” Dean muttered lowly. He’s slightly surprised, it’s not like him to just talk about issues, but something about Cas makes it okay. Maybe because deep down, Dean’s hoping Cas will get angry too.

All Cas says is, “Oh?”

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this is for a mobile game a friend of a friend is making that i took on as a little side job. these are two very early very rough sketches i sent off to the game dev. the first one was meant to just be the battle theme, but he said it worked better as a “boss theme” so i wrote the second one a little more “toned down” but expanded the melody so it would sound like the first one was an arrangement of the second. i will probably end up doing it over a few times in the same fashion.

anyway i’m allowed to post WIPs and stuff for this project so stay tuned for more of that eventually.

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Henry and the Ink Machine Part 3

Thanks everyone so much for all the support you’ve been giving my stories this past week, it’s been amazing, and a dream. A special thank you to everyone who’s been reblogging them as well; you guys are awesome and I love you all!

I’m continuing @thelostmoongazer‘s Reverse Bendy AU today, and it’s a bit longer than the last two (I think). I’ll probably be putting it on AO3 soon, and I will post a link here when I have.

Inspired by @thelostmoongazer‘s sketches here and here, and @the-vampire-inside-me’s, here.

Quick Summary: Bendy, having been living in the human world for the past 30 years, received a note from his creator, and is lured back to his once home. But what will he find there? And will he ever leave again?

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anonymous asked:

Fic prompt Isak plays piano/violin/cello either or all 3 Even Mahdi and Magnus are clueless until Jonas asks Isak about why he stopped playing Little bit of angst but mostly fluff pls (also bonus points if Isak actually plays something)

Heart and Soul; 1500ish words
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The harsh October rain had forced them all to retreat inside for lunch that day.  Unfortunately, it has also forced everyone else inside too; the canteen was overflowing with damp disgruntled students when the boys got in, and they quickly agreed to find somewhere else to chill.

That’s how they found themselves sat in the music corridor: sprawled across from each other and taking turns drying their outer clothes on the radiator.  They’re all sprawled out; Mahdi and Jonas against one wall with Even and Isak and Magnus opposite them.  It’s all long damp legs and awkward rearranging to ensure no one is sat on top of anyone else is the cramped space, but after a few minutes they have it sorted.

It’s nice, actually, Isak thinks.  A nice change to sit in this quiet corridor away from the bustle of other students. He doesn’t have to strain to hear anyone talk, for one.  There’s also a faint tinkling of music coming from one of the rooms that’s giving their lunch a different vibe than usual.

He’s leaning his head on Even’s shoulder and tearing bits of his sandwich off to eat when Jonas says his name.

“Hmm?” Isak looks across at him and finds Jonas giving him a funny look.  “What?” Isak sits up self consciously, his sandwich forgotten.

“When did you stop playing piano?” Jonas asks curiously.  “You used to play all the time, man, but I don’t remember when you stopped.”

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s3 au: Keith doesn’t feel like he’s ready to pilot the black lion (or really even wants to) and volunteers Lance instead. Big surprise to everyone but he says that Lance has a more strategic mind than he does and totally took the lead on that Balmeran thing and was awesome will do better in the BL. They accept it with varying amounts of dubiousness but not that much really (Hunk in particular is onboard basically immediately), mostly Lance himself doubting it. Even Black accepts him with very little fuss really and Lance is just shocked by all of this. In actual battle he’s more cautious and thoughtful since he feels the weight of all the responsibility as leader, and everyone supports him and he’s actually really good at it okay.

And then I know Allura usually fills in for the missing paladin in fic but she’s gotta run the castle ship too and open wormholes etc., and I love Coran so let’s pretend Lance introduces him to Blue as a temp. paladin until Shiro is found and Blue’s true love is Lance but she accepts Coran and he’s pretty good except he makes the most awful battle yells every time he does anything.

and then when Shiro is found he’s surprised to find Lance being the leader, but everyone is like “we love Keith but he’s a little hothead, we wouldn’t want Mr. zero impulse control in charge” and Keith is just nodding along. Shiro’s all “…oh. well, point.”

Penny For a Cup- Part 7

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Pairing: Sam x Reader
Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean
Warnings: fluff, light swearing, businessman!Sam, barista!reader, coffee shop AU, carnival AU
Summary: The reader owns a little coffee shop in New York city called, The Manhattan Mocha, and Sam Winchester is a frequent costumer of hers. She’s always had a slight crush on the sharp business man who comes in for coffee everyday, and has even memorized his order: black coffee, double shot of expresso- intriguing and mysterious just as he is.
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When the two of you approached the booth, a sign that read Ring Toss! started flashing in bright red. Looking down at the game itself, you saw that it was pretty simple- all you had to do was get a ring around a bottleneck to win the grand prize. 

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One of my favourites to write, for sure. 🖤

It was a beautiful day for wedding. The sun was shining, the sky was cloudless, there was a cool breeze, and the most handsome man ever was sitting next to you dressed in a tailor made suit that made you bite your lip every time you looked at him. His hand wandered to your thigh and rested on your teal coloured maxi dress. It was strapless with a pleated bust and hung flatteringly from your waist, brushing over your curves and covering the tops of your black heels. The service went by and there was a short break until you all sat down for the reception. Norman interlinked his fingers with yours as you exit the beautifully decorated hall and into the corridor, then pulls you to the side as soon as you’re out of the door.
“Easy! I’m in heels remember!” You squeal as you almost trip up from the hard yank he gives your hand.
“Sorry!” He says, holding your hips to steady you, “I just… you look so beautiful (Y/N), I can’t keep my hands off you.” You blush at his words and look down.
“How do you think I feel about you in that suit?” You smile mischievously at him.
“There’s no way you can be as turned on as me right now,” he almost pants, hands digging into your hips now, fingers going white.
“Hey guys, everyone’s getting seated for the reception,” Andy calls out as he walks towards the door with his wife. You hadn’t realised just how long you’d been standing there, looking each other up and down, almost kissing, but not quite.
“Coming,” Norman replies, not taking his eyes off of yours, “you’ve gotta stop doing this to me in public places (Y/N). We need to figure out where the nearest loo is everywhere we go now.”
“Haha! Norman!” You exclaim, sauntering off down the hall, purposely swinging your hips that little bit more than usual. He grunts and jogs to catch up with you.
“Well that’s not making it any better,” he growls at your side as you smile sweetly and step into the dining room, finding your places next to Andy and his wife. The dinner is sublime, and you enjoy every mouthful of the delicious meal. You turn to Norman and notice he has a little bit of sauce on the side of his mouth.
“Come here,” you say, reaching out to his cheek. Your finger wipes the sauce off and you lick it off, looking him dead in the eye.
“What did I say about this before?” He asks through gritted teeth, eyes wild with lust.
“Oops, sorry,” you smile, sitting back to face the table. You talk to the other guests around your table and then everything goes quiet for the first dance. Norman scoots his chair forward so that his knees are touching your chair and he leans forward, putting his chin on your bare shoulder as you watch the newly weds spin around the dance floor.
“That’ll be us one day,” he whispers into your ear, giving your shoulder a light kiss.
“I hope so,” you whisper back. Once it’s over and everyone makes their way to the dance floor, you turn around to face Norman, now alone at your table. You take his tie in your hand and gently pull him towards you.
“Guess what I’m wearing underneath this?” Your lips brush his ear as you speak.
“Please say nothing,” he groans, eyes rolling back into his head.
“Nothing,” you confirm, “which means you guessed correctly, so you win a prize-”
“May I have this dance (Y/N)?” Tom asks from behind you, startling you a little. You turn around to face him, Norman gripping onto your hand tightly, not wanting to leave the conversation like this.
“Of course!” You grin, and get up from your chair, taking Tom’s hand as he leads you to the dance floor. Norman looks on, annoyed and oh so turned on by your words. He watches you intently, every swing of your hips, every word that you say in Tom’s ear as you dance slowly to the music, every movement Tom’s hand makes up and down your back. The song ends and you kiss Tom on the cheek as you make your way back to Norman.
“Lets dance,” he almost demands as you go to sit down. He grabs your hand and pulls you onto the dance floor, stopping suddenly and making you crash into his body forcefully. John Legend starts playing and Norman wraps his arms around your waist, his hands settling just above your bottom. Your hands interlink themselves at the back of his neck, thumbs stroking underneath his hair.
“Look at you,” he almost whines, “shit, that dress, those heels, you. Ugh, and just knowing only that dress stands in the way of me being able to touch your skin. You kill me, (Y/N).”
“You think you don’t have the same affect on me? That suit makes me bite my lip every time I look at you. I’m surprised I’m not bleeding,” you admit. He smiles and rubs his nose against yours sweetly, then you feel your dress becoming loose at the top. You take one hand away from him and hoist it up, making sure it doesn’t fall down.
“Can you lift it a little at the back please?” You ask.
“My pleasure,” he says, his hands sliding painfully slow up your back and to the top of your dress, lifting it gently and smoothing it down when it’s settled in its new position.
“Thank you,” you smile up at him, his eyes soft with love, a small hint of darkness in them, imagining the pleasures beneath your dress. You spend the rest of the evening talking to your fellow cast members, dancing with the girls, and cooing over babies. Norman looks on, standing with the guys but not really paying attention to anything they say, as he stares at you all night, watching how the fabric hugs your body, feeling jealous of the dress caressing your skin. You make your way over to him after the crowds have thinned out and he takes your hands in his.
“Now you’re all mine,” he whispers, lips kissing your ear. He leads you up to your room in the grand country house the wedding was being held in, and as soon as the door opens he pounces, pushing you up against the nearest wall, tongue invading your mouth so quickly you can’t breathe properly. His hand finds the zip on your dress immediately and just as you take a breath your dress falls to the floor, your body now completely exposed to Norman. As you step out of the dress and remove your heels, Norman undressed himself, not being able to wait for your nimble hands to help him. As soon as he’s out of his clothes and underwear he’s back on your lips, hands running up and down your body as if he’s feeling it for the first time. You push back at him, guiding him to the bed and he falls down on it, pouting at the loss of contact. You smile and straddle him, leaning down and capturing his lips again. He holds onto your hips, then takes one hand away to ready himself before he pushes you down onto his hard length. He does all the hard work for you, pulling you back up and pushing you down again, so all you have to do is concentrate on the pleasure he’s creating.
“Norm,” you moan between kisses. Hearing his name escape from your lips like this makes him rougher, his hands digging in that little bit more. The he flips you over onto your back and pounds into you like it was the last time he’d ever get to make love to you.
“(Y/N), baby,” he grunts, hitting into you deep, his cock brushing your clit with every thrust. You can’t say anything as you lay there, brow furrowed as he almost hurts you with his pace, eyes closed and enjoying every second of it. He bites down on your breast, taking your nipple in his mouth and sucking hard on it. You scream out with excitement as he does this, and hold his head into your chest. Within minutes you feel your walls start to clench around him and they release, coming onto his member so hard that you feel the need to push him out of you, your pussy so sensitive.
“Norman!” You exhale as you lay back and feel him stiffen inside you, then releasing himself completely. He collapses on top of you, your bodies slick with sweat, both panting, and he wiggles around inside of you, getting the last moments out of your highs before he pulls out. He then moves to your side, looking at your messy hair and smudged make up.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, his hand resting on your cheek. He kisses you softly, claiming your tongue with his as he slips it past your lips and you moan into the kiss.

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