handles for doors

“Wait.” The beekeeper called out before he could stop himself, though his voice was low.

His visitor paused her hand just above the door handle. It wasn’t in response but rather simply coincidental to his word. Her movement had already been slowing as she approached the door, as if she was as hesitant as he was, agonising over whether to speak.

His cottage at Sussex Downs only occasionally saw visitors other than John and his brother’s PA. There’d been a few irksome journalists that’d somehow acquired his private address. And then there was him – twice Sherlock had opened the door to find a heavily (and amusingly) disguised young man with bright scanning eyes as sharp as his.

The Woman had gracefully arrived without notice on a foggy morning earlier that week, and that single knock, clear and crisp, was the most beautiful of sounds.

Since relocating he still took on cases now and then, but was mostly away from the public eye. And her..business could be expertly conducted at a distance. If he were to broach the subject, now would be the time. To discuss future arrangements, entertain possibilities. To..ask her to stay.

But then what? Games of puzzle-solving and wits over newspapers at breakfast, and a round of chess whilst waiting for the kettle to sing ‘afternoon tea’? Domesticity and companionship, night and day, each other’s moves turning all too predictable and never more a mystery? Until time diluted their inky hair to an ever lighter silver and further traced lines at the corners of their eyes, until one pair of charming blue jewels was losing its shine under an ardent but watery gaze, until trembling hands lingeringly caressed cooling skin in a painful, single-sided embrace?

No. He couldn’t continue that train of thought. He’d rather close his eyes and see the Queen of his Mind ever brilliant, ever wearing a challenging smirk, when all the lights of the Palace eventually dimmed as the Grim Reaper arrived to take him away. He’d rather them remember each other for their very best of times, as matching sharp minds, always. He knew she would want the same. He couldn’t..couldn’t have her stay.

“Allow me.” He gestured to the door instead.

There was relief written in her demeanour.

As he held the door open, she tugged at the lapel of his suit jacket and leaned up to briefly connect their lips.

“Thank you. Mr Holmes.” She said in a whisper as she pulled away.

For not bringing up what we’ve both been carefully dancing around to avoid. For not making it even more difficult for me to leave. Thank you, because to what you’d wanted but chose not to say, I might’ve..I might’ve answered yes.

Thirty years ago on a sunny day in London they had fatefully crossed path, a meeting that had since entangled them like a quantum mechanical paradox, and from that point began a story of many, many occasions of ‘could’ve been but never was’.

But perhaps it was better this way. Better to keep their timelines principally separate, marked with a controlled number of sporadic rendezvous. Better to continue with their intermittent texting, a little surprise and fondness with every sound of the familiar ringtone, a small smile with each 'message delivered’ that requested no response.

Better to imagine that the other simply grew disinterested when, someday, a text became their last.

Because unlike fairy tales that’d invariably come to a halt, unlike ‘together and happily ever after’ with an expiration date attached, this way, this way their story would never have to end. A story through time and distance, of what was spoken in silence. Of anticipation without expectation, the thrill without the burden.

Or so they told themselves.

After all, even death would be powerless to do them apart if they hadn’t been together in the first place.

The Thing About Trauma

It’s not as easy
as being Something That Happened to You,
a package you opened once.

You will wake up in a new ZIP code,
have to wander your way home,
carry a few of the things you love
to this new place
you live in now.

& so you buy throw pillows.
You put up twinkle lights
and have a big celebration,
point at the open windows
and tell everyone who has ever seen you crying,

look,

look how I have not caged myself,
look what I have made
out of two paint buckets
and the blessing of my still-here body,

but, of course, trauma leans into the bar cart.
Spills a drink on the new rug.
Breaks off the door handle on his way out.

Trauma sends you letters,
without warning,
for the rest of your life,
usually disguised as something else— 

a medical bill, maybe,
or a box of photo albums packaged up by your father,
just so you remember
trauma knows exactly where you live—

who did you think built the house?

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This Muslim-owned restaurant was vandalized with bacon twice in one week, owner threatened

  • Zaza Bar & Bites, a Muslim-owned restaurant in Galveston, Texas, fell victim to two bacon-involved vandalism incidents last Sunday.
  • The first incident involved bacon grease, which was smeared over the door handles of the restaurant. 
  • The second incident involved bacon pieces sprawled all across the front of the establishment. 
  • Many Muslims abstain from eating pork, which suggests the acts could have been a deliberate target against the restaurant owners’ religious affiliation. 
  • The perpetrators of these acts have yet to be apprehended or identified
  • Zaza Bar & Bites’ owner Asad Khan, who immigrated to the U.S. from Pakistan in 1993, said he also has been receiving threatening phone calls telling him “to leave the country.” Read more

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Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. 

Here’s some kinky ass smut for all you fellow sinners. This time, it’s Mr. Miranda teacher smut! Whoo-hoo.

“Shit shit shit shit SHIT!” You screamed mentally, speed walking through the hall to physics, grabbing your binder out of your bag in preparation for Mr. Miranda’s class.
Having most of your credits completed, you found yourself coming into school only in the afternoons, no one telling you when the schedule was changed and the start time for your two classes was thrown off.
Taking in a deep breath, you managed to turn the handle to the door as quietly as possible, slipping in, right in front of Mr. Miranda- Fuck.
“Glad you’re finally joining us, Ms. Y/L/N.” He smiled sarcastically, murmuring to you just loud enough for the class to hear, hazel eyes never drifting from your fresh excuse from the office as he signed, continuing with his spiel. “The class is in the middle of a test, and since there’s only 12 minutes left in the period, I suggest you come back during the activity period and make it up.”
His eyes met yours, seemingly entertained and thriving from your embarrassment.
“Sure. Can you write me a pass?” You sighed, handing over your school assigned agenda, not bothering to even fake a smile to the hard-ass before you.
He obliged, tongue sticking out slightly as he wrote, those dark brows of his furrowing together.
The next few minutes flew by, your heartbeat slowing and ears cooling as the effects of anger and embarrassment went away.
This was the fourth time that prick had harassed you for being late. If he wasn’t such a total jerk, he might actually be attractive- or so you thought.
Mr. Miranda was a hard-ass in all aspects of teaching, from late policies to homework policies, to how focused he could force the class to be. Always dressed in classic neutrals, often opting for black slacks that fit snugly around his waist with matching shoes, a button down, vest, and some sort of simply-patterned tie- it was as if he created his own uniform.
By sitting in the front row, you were easily able to pluck out all of his features within a week- the long disheveled black hair, perfect, dark angular brows, glimmering brown eyes, dark lips, and a nearly razor sharp jawline when his head tilted a certain way- all fitted into tight slacks… God, why did he have to hate you so much?
Excusing yourself from your activity period, you turned into the dreaded classroom, heart thumping silently as your eyes found themselves on Mr. Miranda.
“Ah, Miss y/l/n, so good to see you!” He grinned, drawing a sharp breath in through his teeth and clasping his hands tight, looking around the mess of papers for your test. He quickly found the desired page and handed it over.
“If you could go take a seat in the back lab, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about before you start.” He added, gesturing at the extra room.
You felt death crawl upon you, dread manifesting itself in your very core and spreading out to your fingertips, a million possibilities flying through your mind in a whirlwind as Mr. Miranda shut the door to the classroom and then the door to the lab, following you in.
You dropped your bag at the edge of one of the tables, taking a seat on a stool, palms sweaty as you set the test in front of you, worried eyes looking to the man looming beside you.
He leaned, hip against the table, a couple feet from you, his arms crossed sturdily like a fortress before him.
“Y/n, are you having difficulties somewhere?” He asked, his tone quite serious as he focused upon you, his bottom lip sucked into his mouth as he raked his teeth over the skin.
“N- No, sir, nothing at all.” You replied, caught a bit off-guard by the question.
“Y/n… Think long and hard about this-” his voice dropped low and his frame hunched over in order to bring his face to your level, “Absolutely nothing has been distracting you during class? Nothing at all?”
His eyes were completely locked with yours, your peripheral vision blurring out as you focused on him and only him, breath hitching in your throat.
“I’m sure. No distractions at all. I’m fine, really.” You bluffed, a breath of nervous laughter escaping.
“Y/n.” He grinned, face now so close to yours that you could feel the hot breath on your skin, your body trembling, ready to go limp at any moment if he so much as touched you. “Every time I look at you, I find your eyes already on me, even when I’m not instructing… always.” He murmured softly, “For the love of all that is holy… Y/n, just say it.” He chuckled lightly, hazel eyes softening as they met yours- something stirring behind the warm color- some sort of wild fear or desperation.
“Say what?” You retorted, completely unsure of his implications.
“Say that… Y'know… You have a crush on me. Find me attractive.” He whispered, a hand reaching to cup your jaw, a thumb rubbing ever-so-slightly over your soft skin.
Seeing him there before you, he was completely cracking and exposing your inner desires- the things your dreamt about, dwelling in your subconscious until now. The depraved thoughts swirled around your mind as you found yourself lurching forward, your plush lips crashing to his with a level of desperation that you never expected.
Feeling the teacher’s fingers glide to the back of your neck as you kissed, the taste of coffee lingering on his lips- something set off an internal alarm. You pulled away as quickly as you leaned in, a crashing wave.
“Mr. Miranda, I-I… I can’t. I can’t do this, I’m sorry.” You stuttered, heaving in a few breaths, attempting to shake off the gravity of what you’d done.
“Y/n… Are you sure? …You know the hard-ass thing is just for show, right? I swear.” He whispered softly, a hand petting your hair, brushing strays out of your face. “Y/n, I know this is wrong, but you’re… A-Amazing. You’re intelligent and gorgeous and incredibly witty and I just… I want to be with you.” He admitted shakily, his eyes venturing to meet yours, anxiously awaiting your reply.
In your mind, you weighed the consequences, choosing whether or not to pursue your explicit daydreams or simply take your test in peace- possibly making things more complicated. Opting for the former, you pressed your lips to his once more, rising slowly off the stool, arms circling around his neck as you felt him reach to loosen his tie. After all, how much damage could you do in 40 minutes?
You felt the charcoal tie fall at your feet, quickly realizing that the next set of motions were those of Mr. Miranda undoing the buttons on his vest, slipping the garment off.
You stepped back, hands gliding down to his chest to unbutton the white dress shirt, leaving his chest exposed. He easily slipped the garment off, throwing it on the next table over.
Your eyes wandered to his shoulders, the surprisingly strong upper arms… the new skin exposed to you for the first time, finding him to have lean muscles, looking more attractive than ever.
“Sweetheart?” He breathed, tilting your chin so you would look up at him.
“Yes, sir?”
“If you strip and sit up on the table for me, I’ll be more than happy to make up for the hell I’ve given you this semester.” He murmured in your ear, bringing goosebumps to your skin as you nodded eagerly, kicking off your shoes and tugging your shirt off simultaneously, hands flying to the clasp of your bra while toeing off your socks, the undergarments dropping to the floor while the older man undid your jeans, slipping them from your hips before you could help, pushing the denim down your legs and propping yourself up on the table.
Wrapping his arms around your waist, he dragged you to the edge of the table, his chest pressing against yours, your lips moving slowly together as your back arched, bringing you as close as possible as he tilted you down on the table.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, those hazel eyes looking at you with some real emotion, much to your surprise.
“And you’re very handsome.” You giggled, humming as he kissed down your chest, hands at your breasts, feeling them tenderly before gliding his hands down your sides, fingers hooking into your undies, dragging them down your long legs, which were dangling over the table.
“Wanna lay down for this?” He breathed into your lips, fingertips caressing your sides you leaned in again, wanting so much to kiss him, to be with him like this- feel nothing but the smooth sensation of his kiss, to feel his taste on your tongue.
Pulling away for air, you felt his lips move on your skin. Kisses travelled down your body, thighs quivering as his breath met your core, your legs parting further, his palms pushing your thighs farther apart as he pressed a kiss to your clit, tongue wiggling as he licked it over.
“Y/n, baby… You taste so good… So perfect…” He murmured, continuing to work at your sensitive core.
Tossing your head back, you felt your back arch, a soft moan escaping your lips. You drew in a shaky breath as he continued to kitten-lick at your clit, two fingers slipping their way inside of you-curling so perfectly and picking out a distinct rhythm. A soft whimper left between your slightly-parted lips as your breath picked up.
“Oh, s-shit, Mr. Miranda-” you cut yourself off with a moan as you felt another finger slip in, the man moving his face away as his fingers pumped faster, curling up into you as you squeezed your eyes shut, legs quivering.
“Sweetheart, y/n, look at me, look at me.” He cooed, your eyes fluttering into a half open haze as he worked his fingers as fast he could, “It’s Lin, babe. Wanna try that?” He whispered, the most devilish smirk on his face as you moaned his name, so close to your release.
Suddenly, you felt the absence of his fingers, watching him as he brought them to his lips, licking a long stripe up each one, sucking on each individual digit, tongue swirling. “Fucking wonderful.” He breathed, the sight before you nearly pushing you over the edge.

“Lin…” You breathed, feeling your exposed body quiver, watching his fingers slip away from his mouth, something about the scene being wonderfully intimate despite the circumstances.
“Yes?” He purred, those glimmering hazel eyes never straying from your face.
“You… You have a condom, right?” You asked nervously, sitting up slowly, somewhat shocked by your own words- in disbelief they really just escaped.
Lin seemed taken aback for a minute, his eyes losing the firey glow. “Y/n… Can you stand up for a minute, please?”
You obliged, hands nervously clasped in front of your skin, gaze meeting directly with his shiny black shoes.
“Um, could you look at me, please?” He breathed, sounding a bit shaky as he lifted his fingers to your jaw, helping tilt your head to look into his eyes.
“Y/n, I don’t want to pressure you into anything, really… Are you sure that’s what you want?” He questioned softly.
In reply, you pressed your lips to his for an instant, pulling back and nodding profusely.
“I want this more than anything.” You whispered, daring to smile a bit as he pulled you in once more, bare chests pressed together in the tender kiss, his lips moving slowly, caressing yours and bringing butterflies to your stomach.
“I’ll stop anytime you say, seriously.” He mumbled into your lips, fingers fumbling with his belt before he let the slacks drop, kicking them away along with his shoes and socks.
You let out a soft gasp, seeing the bulge in the man’s black briefs. Looking him over once before being pulled back into another kiss, you found this one more passionate than the last. Your fingers dared to caress the outline of his erection, palming him through the material as he moaned into your mouth- vibrations radiating throughout your body.
Soon enough, you let your hands venture to his waistband, slipping fingers beneath them and slipping the fabric off, still in a heavy kiss.
When you stepped away, you could see his erection fully, nearly slapping his stomach in anticipation, precum dripping from the tip in preparation.
“Can I… Um, taste?” You asked breathlessly, blushing softly as he nodded, watching you drop to your knees before him.
Wrapping your hand around his cock, you gave a few slow pumps, breath teasing his tip before you kitten-licked at the head, lapping up the salty precum, swallowing every last drop before taking him into your mouth.
One hand still working slowly, you slipped the sensitive head into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and pulling your lips taut as you sucked, feeling his strong fingers grip at your hair- his breath becoming heavy. Pulling back, you gave a final lick before smiling up at the man innocently.
“You taste amazing, sir.” You breathed, rising once more and balancing on your toes to reach up and press your lips to his once more, the kiss heated and exciting as his fingers looped in your now-somewhat-tangled hair once more, pulling your head back.
“Aw, sugar, you looked so hot sucking me off.” He moaned, teasing his bottom lip between his teeth. “Are you ready for this?”
Nodding yes, you leaned against the table, worrying your bottom lip as your watched Lin grab the small package from his pants pocket, ripping open the packaging and rolling on the protection- standing in front of you, fingers running softly over the skin on your sides, his breath warm as he grinned at you, seeing the small smile on your face.
“And you’re sure about this?” He asked once more, his face only inches from yours.
Running your fingers through the messy black hair you smiled, humming out a ‘positive’ and giving a small kiss to the tip of his nose- something that required the effort of standing on your tippy-toes, eliciting a sound akin to a giggle from the older man.
You made your way to sit on the table again, Lin’s grip preventing you from doing so, keeping you pressed against him in a wonderful kiss, his tongue perfectly teasing yours, your shared taste quickly becoming your new favorite flavor.
“I’d like to try something, if you don’t mind.” He panted, breaking the intense embrace you were in.
You watched as he sat on the table, inviting you up as you hovered above his lap, his arms around you tight as he left a trail of soft kisses all around your neck and collarbones, causing your heart to flutter softly.
“Are you ready?” He smirked, something so reassuring hiding behind the streaks of his eyes.
Nodding, you could feel him align himself with your slit, your hips dropping in order to help him along, letting out a strangled moan as you sank, feeling him fill you up completely, his arms still wrapped around you tight. You felt his hot breath on your skin, kisses planted on your chest.
Your head crashed to his shoulder while you adjusted, breathing deeply while you took him all in, moving and pressing a soft kiss to his jaw before sitting back upright.
Moving slowly, you rolled your hips up and down, feeling exactly how sensitive your insides were as you bounced, letting out a small whimper every now and then, feeling his nails dig into your back.
“Oh… Shit!” You squealed, feeling his hips snap up in time with your rolls, your eyes squeezing shut tightly.
Drawing your knees flush against his thighs, you moaned softly, gaining greater control over your movements, able to work faster, hips forming a steady rhythm. Your name escaped Lin’s lips in breathy moans, sending chills up your spine as he gripped at your hips, helping push you down onto his length.
“Damn, y/n, you feel so fucking good-” he panted, his pace increasing as his hips bounced up, throwing off your rhythm and bringing you a strange sense of pleasure, the sounds of your activity and your combined moans filled the room, like some sort of explicit symphony.
“Oh, shit, shit, shit, Mr. Lin- I can’t- I’m gonna cum.” You squealed, hips moving rapidly of their own accord as your eyes squeezed shut, head flying back as you groaned.
“Cum for me, Baby, I wanna feel you let go.” Lin groaned, leaning his head down to tease your breast with his teeth.
You felt yourself letting out a breathy moan in the form of your lover’s name as you came, nails raking the skin on his shoulders and upper arms.
He continued to rock up into you, your moans stifled as you sank your head into the crook of his neck, squealing softly as you felt your walls clench around his cock, his thrusts now working at your ultra-sensitive walls.
“Oh, fuck, Lin, you feel so good.” You panted, pressing kisses to the sweat-slicked skin on his neck.
Within an instant his hips had picked up pace, losing all rhythm as his nails dug into your hips, forcing you down- surely leaving marks as he finished, spilling into the condom, slowly rocking his hips up to ride out his high.
His arms slipped around your supple waist, your face still buried in his shoulder as he leaned back, falling into the cool surface of the lab table, eyes closed in pure bliss as he regained his composure, arms still wrapped about you as your chests pressed together, hot and somewhat sticky from sweat.
You slipped away from him, rolling over and collapsing at his side, feeling the cool air hit your skin as you sighed. Feeling Lin’s hand brush against yours at your side, you slipped your palm into his easily, twining your fingers together.
Feeling a smile creep across your face, you tilted your head to find a matching expression on your teacher.
“That was amazing.” You whispered, running your thumb along the skin of his hand, truly feeling the intimacy of the moment.
“You’re amazing.” He grinned, giving a tiny squeeze to your hand before tilting forward to give you a sweet kiss.
Soon enough the two of you had to get around, slipping off the table and putting yourselves back together, going so far as to knot Lin’s tie for him.
“Don’t worry about the test.” He smiled softly as your fingers moved to the charcoal fabric, looping it around his neck.
“No, it’s alright, I’ll take it.” You chuckled softly, smiling up into his beautiful brown eyes, feeling his fingers untangle and smooth your hair.
“Y/n…” He breathed, bringing you to attention as your eyes met his, “I really meant it… You’re amazing- and absolutely wonderful, and completely beautiful and just- I really like you.”
Feeling yourself blush, a small smile tugged at your lips, moving a hand to his shoulder.
“I find myself quite enamored with you, too, Lin.” You whispered, the two of you sharing one last tender kiss before the bell rang.

SMUT    -    ETHAN DOLAN X READER

Make Me Bad

DESC: Reader isn’t the kind of girl who goes out to parties and gets wasted, but that all changes when Ethan Dolan shows her how to really live.

photo creds to owner

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You’d never been so terrified by something that seemed so simple.

“Just a party,” you reminded yourself, extending your fingertips towards the silver door handle.

How had you gotten here in the first place? The answer wasn’t so much how, but who. Ethan Dolan had been your best friend and number one supporter for months, so you couldn’t turn down his request to a party, especially when you just so happened to be head over heels in love with him. You casually forgot to mention to him that you’d never so much as touched alcohol in your life, or gone to a party, either. But it didn’t take a genius to know that you were the classic head smart good girl, so, there was that. You ended up putting much more time into how you looked than you’d set out for, but no matter what you did, you knew that you would stick out like a sore thumb. You’d chosen a midnight blue strapped crop top, a short high waisted black skirt, and some silver heels.You’d let your hair down for once, and spent much more time than you’d like to admit doing your makeup. And now, here you were, and you couldn’t be more scared to pull that handle.

Luckily, you didn’t have to open the door, since somebody else did. A drunk couple toppled out the door in a fit of laughter, red plastic cups in their hands as they threw off their shoes and raced out into the grass. Not waiting another second, you dove through the doorway and into an absolute nightmare. The floor shook under the feet of hundreds of people dancing, so many people that they spilled out into the garden and right to the pool. Strobe lights blinded you instantly, and the music was so loud, it took everything you had not to cover your ears like a dork. You got sucked into the crowd instantly, knocking hips with a guy who reeked of beer.

“Hey pretty lady, wanna dance?” He winked, his hands flying to your hips and pulling you into his chest.

“She’s with me,” a familiar voice said behind you.

The stranger sized up your savior, but quickly gave it up and backed off.

“Hey,” a warm voice said in your ear.

A smile crept up on your lips, and you spun to face Ethan, “Hey.”

He wore a plain white tee, some ripped black skinnies, and navy shoes. As usual, absolutely mesmerizing without even trying. 

Ethan’s smile faltered, his eyes drinking you in for a good few seconds.

“Wow, um,” he started, taken aback, “You look…”

“Like a mess, I know,” you stammered.

“No,” Ethan smiled nervously, “You look amazing.”

You felt your cheeks warm in surprise, “Oh, um, thanks.”

Ethan nodded lightly, the smile you loved lighting up his face.

“Well, let’s get you out of this crowd for a minute,” he said.

“Thank god,” you laughed nervously and gratefully took Ethan’s hand as he pulled you easily through the waves of people.

Ethan walked you out of the loud dance floor, and into the slightly deserted kitchen. Not many people were in there, mostly just people coming in and out to fill their drinks up. He led you to the empty side of the kitchen, and hopped up onto the white marble counter-top, pointing to an empty stool across from him.

“So, how you feeling?” he asked.

“I don’t know, to be honest, this isn’t really my scene.”

Yeah right, you’ve been to parties before,” Ethan chuckled.

You coughed awkwardly and shook your head in embarrassment. 

“What!?” Ethan gasped, “For real!?”

“For real,” you sighed nervously.

“Wow, you haven’t lived yet,” he said.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Don’t be” Ethan smirked suddenly, “Because tonight we’re changing that.”

Your eyes flickered up to his, “Wha-, no, no.”

But Ethan had already hopped off the counter and dashed across the kitchen, coming back seconds later with two beer bottles in hand. He tossed you one, and you caught it without meaning to.

“Drink up,” he smiled, popping open his bottle and taking a gulp.

You held the chilly bottle in your hands, your heart beating fast.

“How about this,” Ethan said suddenly. “For every drink you drink, I’ll have one, that way we’ll be doing this together. And tomorrow, if you wake up regretting tonight, I will never ask you to do this again. You win. But, I promise you, you’ll have fun.”

You blew air out of your mouth, hating yourself for caving so easily. 

“Fine,” you said, to Ethan’s delight. “But remember if this goes wrong, it’s on you.”

You opened your drink, and began downing it quickly. You didn’t particularly like it going down, but you sure enjoyed how it made you feel not too long afterwards.

“How do you feel now?” Ethan asked.

“I feel..bubbly,” you said with a big smile.

“You know what’s even better than that,” Ethan said huskily, “Feeling drunk.”

And before you knew it you were taking vodka shots with your best friend and biggest crush.

“Three, two, one,” Ethan counted down, bringing the shot glass to his lips at the same time as you. You scrunched up your face from the taste, but Ethan didn’t so much, his eyes tracking you the entire time.

“One last one,” you stuttered tipsily, refilling your drink.

You linked your arms into Ethan so that you’d be downing eachother’s drinks, but this time you held onto Ethan’s gaze as the liquid poured down your throats.

“Damn,” you said, placing your glass on the counter and turning to move.

“Where are you going?” Ethan asked.

“I’ll never be drunk enough to want to take the dance floor, but there’s a first time for everything,” you said as you made your way out the kitchen.

It was good Ethan followed you, because your feet wobbled dangerously and you went toppling backwards right into Ethan’s arms.

“I got you,” he laughed out, pushing you back upright.

“Thanks, E,” you smiled and fixed your balance before moving out into the mass of dancing people.

You had no idea what you were supposed to be doing, so you followed everybody else’s lead and shook your head and hips to the beat of the song, and that seemed to do the trick. The same guy from earlier came sliding into view, but you didn’t even try to stop him when he put his hands on your hips and began dancing into you. The pulse of the song beat hard in your chest and you laughed drunkenly and mimicked the stranger. You were actually starting to enjoy yourself when a strong hand grabbed you from behind and spun you right into a hard chest. You blinked through the flashing strobe lights in confusion.

“Come on Ethan, I was having fun,” you winged in complaint.

Ethan looked you over defensively, his jaw clenched.

“Not as much fun as you could be having with me,” he pointed out, running a hand through his dark locks.

“Whatever, dance with me,” you said, swinging yourself back into the song.

You started off jumping into the beat, but changed demeanor when you felt Ethan behind you, placing one large hand on each side of your round hips. You closed your eyes, enveloped by the sound, and pressed your shoulders back into Ethan as you swayed your hips lightly against his body. You rolled your neck into Ethan’s chest, resting your head on him as you let yourself be consumed by the feeling of him grinding into you. Ethan’s chest rose heavily, his cool breath tickling your face, his eyes closed. You blinked up at him, startled when he opened his eyes again, his dark eyes resting hungrily on yours. For a moment everyone vanished, and it was just you and Ethan, and there he was, bending over you, his lips parting-

“Belly shots!” someone yelled from across the room, snapping you out of your daze.

You cleared your throat, shaking your head a little bit with a smile, “Um, let’s go.”

Ethan nodded distantly, detaching himself from you and leading you to the fun.

“Who’s next?” someone called.

“This girl,” Ethan said, pushing you to the front of the small crowd.

A blonde guy raised his eyebrow at you with a smirk, “I’ll take this one.”

“No man, she’s mine,” Ethan growled, stepping forward.

You gulped nervously, nodding shyly at Ethan and pulling yourself up onto the polished tabletop.

You tucked the lime between your lips, the salt spread over the top area of your breasts, and the tequila poured into your exposed bellybutton. Before you could even prepare yourself a little bit, Ethan was hunched over you, his tongue collecting all the salt, his lips attaching gently to your belly, and than to your mouth in seconds. The lights were blocked out by the shadow of Ethan bending over your lips, holding your eye contact for a moment while he sucked the lime from your lips and into his. The sound of triumphant cheers and whoops  filled your ears, as you sat up. You grinned and turned to hop off the table but didn’t get to, for Ethan spat his lime out and grabbed you roughly by your hips and hoisted you into him, your legs wrapping around his waist obediently. And then the roaring of the crowd got a hundred times louder as Ethan attacked your lips mercilessly with his own, and you let him. Your hands went sliding roughly through his hair, your lips responding hungrily to Ethan’s, not even bothering to hide your moans of pleasure when he dipped his tongue into your mouth.

Suddenly, Ethan pulled his head back, his eyes fluttering open.

“(Y/N),” Ethan breathed apologetically.

“I want this,” you assured him, your teeth grazing over your lower lip, “I want you.”

Ethan clenched his jaw in frustration, his eyes closing as he fought to pick out his next words. 

“(Y/N), you better answer with certainty, because if you give me a yes, then I don’t think I’m going to have the willpower to ask you again,” he murmured, his nostrils flaring.

“Ethan,” you said softly, “Open your eyes.”

He did, and they were darker than usual, and filled with nothing but lust.

“Yes,” you said.

And that was all it took.

The crowd of people whistled as Ethan placed you down on the ground and began leading you upstairs.

Ethan closed the bedroom door behind you, locking it shut and whipping around to face you. He pushed you down onto the sheets, climbing over you and removing his top and shoes, you following his lead. He dipped his lips onto your neck, sucking on a patch of your skin and drawing out sounds of pleasure from you. He nibbled and sucked your neck until it was covered in many dark love bites. You went to unclip your bra, but he had it off in seconds with little to no effort. Ethan brought his lips down to your breasts, attaching them around one of your nipples, his tongue flicking against the tip as he sucked on it roughly before moving to the other breast and repeating the action. You struggled not to roll your head back, keeping your eyes on Ethan, who lifted his deep gaze intently to yours while he worked. You breathed out in pleasure, your hands tugging at Ethan’s soft hair as his tongue came sliding down your belly and down to your skirt. He hooked his fingers into the fabric, sliding your skirt off your legs and tossing off his jeans while he was at it. You took him by surprise, grabbing his hips and turning him onto his back as you hoisted yourself onto his legs, his growing bulge centimeters away from where you wanted it. Ethan chuckled in surprise, his arms snaking around your belly as you bent over him, leaving wet kisses all over his rippled bronze chest. A deep rumble came from his throat as he moved his hands to your ass, which he squeezed roughly in his hands while you explored his chest. You looked up at him, your thumbs hooking in his Calvin’s, your heart thumping with adrenaline. Ethan nodded lightly, giving you the ok to remove his boxers. His large member perked right up, ready for you to take in your mouth, so you did. You squeezed as much of him as you could between your lips, your hands gently pumping any of him that didn’t fit. His length hit the back of your throat, but you took it, working your hands faster, a layer of sweat building on your skin. Ethan groaned out in pleasure, the sound being more enough to keep you going. You swirled your tongue around the tip, feeling him twitch in your mouth.

“B-baby, I’m gonna c-” Ethan gasped out.

He released his load in your mouth, and you swallowed without thinking twice. You pulled off, your chest rattling as you gulped in the fresh air. Ethan sat propped up on his elbow’s, his eyes wide in wonder as you lifted your gaze to him.

“Not so innocent after all,” he smirked, an eyebrow raised.

You blushed furiously in embarrassment, Ethan scooting you forward on his belly so he could reach your lips. He used his thumb to collect some left over mess around your lips, his eyes unwavering as he forced his finger into your mouth. You sucked on it lightly, his thumb popping as he removed it. Ethan smiled gently, bending into you for a quick kiss on the lips, his hand resting beneath your chin. He pulled back a moment later, shaking his head in awe.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Because you’re gorgeous,” Ethan mumbled softly, “And because It’s my turn.”

Ethan spun you onto your back, raising his shaft above you and positioning it right near your entrance. You scooted back so that you could get a look at him, your hands resting open on either side of your body. Ethan laced his fingers through yours, holding you to the sheets as he entered you. Your face reflexively scrunched up as Ethan adjusted himself, but soon he was moving in and out of you at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Ethan,” you begged in frustration, glaring at him.

Ethan’s lips twitched into a smile, and he began working himself faster towards your core.

“More,” you pleaded, digging your nails into Ethan’s hands.

He re-positioned his hands onto your hips, holding you in place as he began slamming his hips into you with no mercy. His hips came knocking roughly into yours, his balls slapping loudly against your skin. You cried out in pleasure, your nails dragging marks all over Ethan’s back. He found your g-spot and slammed roughly into it, his mouth dropping open, and his eyes fluttering closed in concentration. 

“I’m going to-” before you could finish your sentence, Ethan had opened his eyes again to watch you shudder beneath him. And just the sight of his hair plastered to his forehead, his flawless body shaking with each jagged breath, and his dark eyes, was enough to break you.

“Come for me, princess,” Ethan purred.

You reached your high, convulsing beneath Ethan and screaming out his name as your juices poured out over him. Ethan’s thrusts got much sloppier, and he finished soon after, his come filling you right up to the brim. You shook beneath him, moisture clinging to your eyes as he pulled out and cleaned you up with small kitten licks.

Ethan crawled up to your side, giving you a moment to breathe. You rolled onto your side to face him, feeling exhausted. Ethan rolled to his side too, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead and gently slide his fingers through your tangles.

“Goodnight, beautiful,” he murmured.

But your head buried into his warm chest, you were already out.

- The next morning -

You awoke with a headache, the events of last night coming rushing back to your head at once. You blinked a couple of times and looked up to see Ethan still passed out, he’d fallen asleep with one arm locked tightly around you. 

“Mmph,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes and sliding out of Ethan’s hold.

You sat upright, bringing your knees to your chest and placing your head in them while you struggled with what you were going to tell Ethan.

You knew for a fact that alcohol or no alcohol, you were sure of what you’d wanted last night, but you weren’t sure if you could say the same for him.

“Hey,” Ethan said, pulling himself up onto the pillows.

You lifted your head to look at him.

“How’s my not-so-good-girl,” he teased, ruffling his hair.

You scoffed and shook your head, “I don’t know, to be honest.”

“I could’ve sworn you said that same thing to me last night before getting drunk off your mind,” Ethan chuckled.

“You remember that?” you laughed weakly, picking through your foggy memories.

“Of course,” E said, his smile faltering.

“Look, alcohol doesn’t affect me quite as strongly as it does to you,” he started,”so if last night was a mistake to you-”

“Was it a mistake to you?” you cut him off, a knot of fear growing in your belly.

Ethan frowned at you, “Of course not, (Y/N), you can’t even begin to imagine how long I’ve been waiting for last night to happen,” he said. Then his eyes grew wide and he groaned in frustration, “Last night was a mistake to you, wasn’t it?” he hit his palms against his head.

“No,” you said. “Well of course I didn’t want things to happen quite like that, but well, you know.”

Ethan smiled curiously, “Really?”

“Really,” you smiled nervously.

“So then, you tell me,” Ethan grinned, “we had a promise.”

You raised an eyebrow in question.

“Do you swear off nights like last night and place full blame on me?” he asked.

“Nights like last night,” you repeated.

Ethan nodded, his brown eyes fixated on you.

“I get the feeling that ‘nights’ symbolizes something more than just a fling,” you laughed, “In which case, no, I would very much want to try out ‘nights’ some more.”

Ethan’s face lit up, “See, just like I said. I promised you’d come around.”

You plopped back down into the sheets, rolling back under Ethan’s arm and snuggling into him, “I guess you were right.”

Dominate Me

Kim Taehyung x Reader

 • Smut
 • Dominant Taehyung
 • Spanking
 • Dirty talk
 • Masturbation
 • Daddy kink
 • Nicknames

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs

You returned home from work, tired and hungry. It’d been a long day and you couldn’t wait to feel that comfy, soft bed beneath you.

Sighing, you got out your car and walked to the front door. Grabbing the spare key from your pocket, you remembered you might not need it. Probably won’t. You knew your roommate would probably be home watching Netflix or running round the damn house pretending to be an aeroplane.

A small smile twisted its way upon your lips at that thought. You grabbed the handle and pushed the door open. Unlocked. Yep, he’s home.

Walking inside, you kicked the door shut behind you, your hands reaching up to help shrug off your jacket. Kicking off your shoes and throwing your jacket to the side, you paused. Silence. Weird..

“Tae!” Your eyes scanned the living room. “Tae, you here?” You yell. No answer. ‘He’s probably upstairs playing video games’

Rolling your eyes, you walked upstairs and to his room door. You raised your hand to knock but came to a sudden halt. Your eyes widened.

Shuffling of bed covers and soft whimpers filled his room. Soft but loud enough to know the sins going on in there. It felt wrong to listen but at the same time it felt so good, his hot, desperate moans shot straight to your core and it filled you with pleasure.

You shook your head. ‘No. He’s my roommate. He needs privacy.’

Your feet moved an inch from the door before a loud moan escaped his mouth.You halted. It wasn’t just a moan, it was a name. Your name. 'Fuck’

Your eyes wide, and you gulped hard before putting your hand gently on the handle. 'Fuck it.. What the worst that could happen?’

Before your mind could think up any horrific scenario’s, you pushed the door open and stumbled in.

Stopping at the sight, you gulped once more. You didn’t expect him to be completely naked. His arm was outstretched, balling the covers in his fist, his head pushed back; engulfed in pleasure as he gripped his shaft. You could see pre-cum leaking out of his tip as his other hand glided up and down his length rapidly, not wanting to waste a single moment.

It didn’t last long as his closed eyes were now wide open in shock. He grabbed the nearest cover and threw it over himself in an attempt to cover himself.

“Y/N! What the fuck are you doing back so soon?!” His cheeks blushed the darkest shade of red as he gulped hard.

You bit your bottom lip nervously as you made your way over to him. Before he could protest, your hand found his cheek and brought him closer, slamming your lips to his.

He didn’t fight back, he give in almost instantly, kissing back desperately. You moaned into the kiss and it shot straight to his hard member making his twitch. Tangling your hands in his messy hair, he pressed his wet tongue against your lips asking for entrance which you so happily granted.

Your tongues thought for dominance, he won overpowering with ease as he explored your mouth. His hands snaked their way down your body, one hand groping your breast and the other gripping your ass hard.

Moaning at the sudden movement, he smirked pulling away. He positioned himself better, sitting up for more access as he buried his face in your neck, his hands bringing you ever closer. His wet lips planting butterfly kisses along your neck before sucking on your sweet spot. Your breath hitched as you gently moved your head to the side to grant him more space.

“Naughty girl.” He purred into your ear, you soft out a small whine, his hot breath against your marked neck. His hands snaked down to your hips and he roughly puled you onto him so you straddled his waist. You hummed in pleasure as you felt his erection pressed up against your high, smearing pre-cum all over your warm skin.

A smug smirk found its way upon his face as he brought your head down closer to his. “Interrupting me?” His plump lips almost touching against your earlobe, taunting you. “That’s bad. Princess is gonna have to be punished.”

Your breathing grew heavier and you knew there was no going back now.

“Isn’t that right?” He smirked as he noticed the way your body tensed. “Princess.”

You gulped. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” He growled as his hands roughly groped your body.

“Yes daddy” you moaned breathlessly.

His hands grabbed at your top, pulling it up over your head in one swift motion and removed your bra expertly, you exhaled softly as his swollen lips met your breasts. Your hands gripped his knotted hair as he sucked a dark hickey on your breast, his wet tongue swirled around the hard budd and you threw your head back in pleasure as he sunk his teeth down onto it. You moaned his name under your breath and you felt him shuffle slightly beneath you, you smirked knowing it turned him on.

Moving back and forth, you grounded your hips against him, desperate for more friction on the area you needed it the most.

He stopped, gripping your hips to keep you in place. “Now, now Princess” A playful smirk across his face. “I’m just getting started.”

He turned you both over so he’s on top as he looks down at you with lust filled eyes. Bringing his head close to you ear, he whispers, almost growling. “You don’t know what you’ve got yourself into.”

His hands find your jeans instantly and tugs them off, you smirk as you lift your feet to help. Noticing your smirk, his eyes darkened as he stares back, his eyes so hungry and intimidating. You bit your lip as it sent bolted shivers up your spine.

“Tae” you whine, arching your back teasingly. “I need you”

A faint growl escapes his mouth as he hooks a finger round the band of your underwear. He moved them in one quick movement and threw them to the side.

He hummed against your hot lips and your breath hitches. “What do you want, Princess?” He smirked as he breathed out, blowing cool air over your clit teasingly. “Tell me what you want, babygirl. Beg for me.” He said, lust lacing over every word as you whimpered in response.

“Tae” you say breathlessly looking down at him. His tongue swept along his bottom lip as he looked back into your eyes hungrily. “I want you inside me.”

He smirked once again. “What, baby? What do you want inside you?”

You rolled your eyes, annoyed and needy. Hesitantly, you give in to his wants. You whine arching your back, pushing more of you closer to hiss face, you felt his hot breath on your wet pussy again and it made you crave for more. So much more. “Tae, I want your fucking big cock inside me! I wanna feel you pound it into me so fucking hard, Tae! Please fuck me, please I want your cock so deep in my tight pussy!”

Without warning, you arch your back abruptly as a loud moan leaves your lips, your eyes widen as he pushed his hard member inside you in one swift move.

“Fuck Tae! Ahhh ahhfuck!” You throw your head back, the feeling of being so full so abruptly was almost overwhelming.

“Fuck Princess!” He grunted, throwing his head slightly. “Ah! You’re so tight!” He grunts again, his mouth parted as he heaved heavy breaths. His eyes screwed shut as he pounded his hard cock into your wet hole, not giving you a chance to adjust to his size.

You were a bad girl interrupting him and he needed to teach you a lesson.

Although you weren’t complaining as you moaned loud and begged him for more. All of a sudden, he pulled out and you whine in protest but before you could utter a word, his low dominating voice speaks up.

“Get on all fours, Princess.”

You gulp.

A gasp chocked into a moan as he brought his hand down on your ass hard, the sound of the slap echoing throughout the room.

“I said get on all fours.” He brought his mouth close to your ears, his lips once again teasing to touch them. “Don’t make me say it again, Princess.”

Obeying his every command, you moved and positioned your body in the way he wanted. He brought his hand down and knotted it in your hair as he clamped down on it, pushing your head down on the bed.

With your ass in the air, you felt him kiss where he had hit you before rubbing his hand gently over the reddening mark.

“Are you ready, Princess?” He purred, almost innocent sounding but his intentions far from it.

“Yes” you groan softly. “Yes, daddy”

You didn’t have to see him to know he was smirking, you could almost feel it burning into your back.

He gripped his cock, biting his lip as his positioned himself at your entrance, wiping pre-cum along your lips and clit as he continued to tease you.

“Tae,” you beg. “Please.” Without another word, he pushed his thick cock into you. Moaning, you arched your back and he grunted, pushing in further. He tangled his hand in his hair more, pulling it back roughly as he thrusted into you over and over.

You could feel yourself coming close, a knotted feeling began to grow deep within the pit of your stomach and you knew you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. “Fuck Tae, harder!” A moan of satisfaction came almost instantly as he obeyed without question.

Slapping of skin against skin filled the room, moans and grunts happily accompanying it. His thrust became harder and deeper as he grunted in pleasure, his mouth parted as sweat formed on his forehead.

“Fuck baby I’m so close!” He moaned, pulling his hand away from your hair as he roughly gripped your sides. “Ahh God! You feel so fucking good!”

Engulfed in pleasure, you repeated his name over and over like a chorus as he pounded faster into your wet pussy. He snaked one of his hands down to your clit, the other gripping your side so tight you knew it’d leave bruises. With his strong hand, he rubbed your clit unmercifully, rubbing harder and harder until you were screaming his name, the moans sounding like sweet music to his ears.

He screwed his eyes shut tightly, fighting off the urge to cum as he bit his swollen lip hard, holding back a moan as he thrusted deeper, your tight pussy feeling so good around his thick cock.

The feeling in your stomach grew and you shut your eyes as your stomach tensed. “Tae– Fuck! I’m gonna ahh–” you moaned loudly as you came around his member, grabbing the sheets beside you - still a moaning wreck.

A grunt of pleasure came from Tae as your pussy clenched around him and he moaned feeling the warm, hot cum surround his shaft as he fucked you through your orgasm.

His breaths heavy as he moaned another loud, shameless moan. “Fuck, Y/N!” He moaned into your ear sending another bolt of pleasure up your spine. “Ahhh fuck! Y/N!” He moaned loud as he shot his load inside you and you felt your body gladly swallow up the warm cum.

After a few moments of catching each others breath, he slowly pulled out exhaling deeply and threw himself on the bed, laying beside you.

You turned over onto your back and relaxed into the covers, panting softly. You turned your head to face him as he brought your hand up gently to his cheek. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat and his eyes were closed as his breathing calmed and you know he was tired.

A small smile twisted its way upon your face once again.

'Maybe I should always come home earlier’

You smirked to yourself as you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

mario accidentally making chlorine gas in my small windowless apartment but he’s too short to reach the door handles and escape so i come home and his lifeless corpse is laying on the living room floor 

5

Isaac Lahey x Werewolf!Reader

Part 1

Warnings: Sexual content, teasing, fingering, nsfw.
Word count: 784

A/N: @thetruequeenofmermaids, tagging you because you love your baby lahey. ;>

Tags: @melanie451, @lildoog-ish, @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday, @peacefullytatted01 @motherlys, @greek-geek481


Isaac had left you hot and bothered from yesterday’s session, teasing you mercilessly before leaving you to ’handle’ your problem by yourself after he jumped out the window to go home again.

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Leaving The House [a Barry Allen AU]

a/n: i know, i know, i still have a request, but i thought of something!! This is an AU where Barry doesn’t get speed when struck. Feel free to request some AU’s!


Ever since Barry was struck by lightning, his life has been…Different. After he woke up from his coma, he developed some problems; the twitching, panic attacks, etc. Today is the first time in about a month that he’s gone out. Yes, he’s been in his house since he woke up; Joe and Iris would be lying if they say they aren’t worried.

With a shaky hand, he pulls on the steel handle, making glass door open and takes a small step inside Jitters. Gulping, he walks to the cash register, reaching in his back pocket. The barista asks the same usual question. “What can I get for you?”

Barry licks his cracked, dry lips, breathes in and out before starting to form words. “No f-frap, ha-lf caf, e-espresso shot, c-capitano, pl-ease?“ he stutters, sighing deeply. His fingers wrap around his brown leather wallet, pulling it out of his pocket. The wallet bounces up and down as he flips it open, fingers shaking, fishing for the five dollar bill. “F…For B-arry.” he says seeing the marker.

While he waits, his hands twitch at his side of his gray jeans. They’re always twitching. It’s so frustrating. He grabs his coffee, quickly thanking the man and turning around. The cup shakes from side to side and Barry’s surprised he hasn’t dropped it yet. That tends to happen a lot. With multiple things.

Suddenly a hand grips his thin wrist, steadying the cup of coffee. Your eyes meet his nature mixed green ones and you flash him a smile. “Careful there, handsome.“ you flirt, “Wouldn’t want to make a mess.” you giggle at his shocked expression, “Do you wanna sit with me…“ you trail off, eyeing the cup, “Barry? I’m Y/N by the way.”

Unable to speak, he nods, caramel colored hair flopping. He lets you take his coffee, following you to the table. “Th-th-thank you.“ he whispers, hands wrapping at the bottom of the disposable cup. “S-sorry about m-my st-stu-stutter. I was s-truck by li-lightning.” he mutters. Better to get that out now than later.

You watch him lift the cup, spilling some on the table, with wide eyes. Moving your fingers up your mug, you lean forward, “Oh, cool! I mean, that’s awful, sorry.“ you say solemnly. A moment of silence passes. "Do you have any scars?” you blurt out, “Shit. You don’t have to answer that!“

Barry laughs quietly, nodding. One of his hands lets go of the cup, coming up to his scarlet sweater. His nimble fingers hook around the collar, pulling it down to reveal the pale skin. There’s a pinkish puffy spiderweb sprawled over his chest, ending a little above his collarbone. “It’s li-like th-at all on m-my tor-torso.” a sigh leaves his lips.

Resting your hand on top of his, you shoot him a weak grin. His eyes light up but his other hand quivers. “At least it looks badass.“ you shrug; he giggles. Oh my lord, he giggled. Adorable.

Barry blushes, looking down at his coffee. Maybe leaving the house wasn’t such a bad plan after all.

BloodLust - VI (M)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Genre: Drama/Supernatural/Smut

Word Count: 2430


“Come in”

You took one last breath to calm your nerves before twisting the brass handle of the office door. The hinges creaked as you pushed it open, and you slowly began your advance towards the velveteen desk couch, which was turned around facing the ignited fireplace behind it.

Your footsteps were feather-like against the stone floor as you slowly approached the hunched figure in the vintage one-seater chaise. With the orange light of the fireplace, you could make out the features of his battered body. A cut adorned his bottom lip, another, red on his cheek. Rips were torn into the fabric of his blazer and shirt. His expression was stern and brooding as he gazed into the flames.

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