i burned a black spot into my table by leaving a candle on

hypnotised (1)

pt 1, pt 2, pt 3

genre: angst
paring: baekhyun x reader


Sound of dripping water mixed with muffled TV in the background was the only sound surrounding both of you. The lights were off and you stared at the vanilla candles next to you with an uneasy feeling that had built up in your lower abdomen. You’ve never liked silence; and silence never was silent. It was tangling and creaky, leaving an unpleasant halo in the air. Sucking on your lower lip your hands trembled underneath white, wooden table. You felt his eyes on you, glowing in the darkness. His slim fingers tapped surface of the furniture and for a moment you thought that he is going to leave you without a word.

“I just don’t understand,” his pained whisper shook your heart with double force. “I thought we were happy, me and you” looking around your watered eyeballs glanced at his person.

“Because we were,” the smell of burned flambeau made your nose wrinkle. “We were and as you might have noticed it is in the past tense”

He slightly moved and emptied glass of whisky standing in front of him in one go. His ruffled, black hair looked oddly miserable while he sat in his grey t-shirt which you’ve bought him long time ago. Dark circles under his eyes showed his fatigue and your bony fingers almost reached out for him only to be stopped in a mid air.

“You know I love you,” his lips trembled and you felt tears leaking and dropping down your face. He searched for something, anything in you and when he spotted your anguish he stood up. “We are engaged, we have planned our future together” soft steps echoed in your ears before you could get up and leave. Baekhyun’s arms caged you from behind with comforting smell of his cologne.

“I know” your sigh was almost not audible when your shoulders shook with your quite sobs. “I’m sorry” you felt him kissing your crown of hair. It was too much. You needed to end it here, once and for all. “I can’t do it much longer”

“Why? Just tell me why” his presence was overwhelming, hovering above you as a hawk. “I need to know why

“It hurts!” he didn’t expect your outburst so he tightened his hold on your limbs and kept  you while you cried your eyes out. “Loving you hurts. I’m in constant pain, Baekhyun. I love you but all I gain from that is hate. I can’t go out, I can’t work because I’m being followed. How am I supposed to function? I’m so tired, tired of this flashing lifestyle and cameras. Sometimes I lay awake next to you and I feel as if my life has been sucked out of me, as if I was dying. It’s not your fault neither your career. I’m just… too weak for that” his chin rested upon your head and you could feel his tense body. “We don’t see each other for months and even when we are together we just don’t talk. We forgot ourselves, Baekhyun. It doesn’t work. We gave in” your hands shoot upwards and you faced him with a frown. “Maybe we did all of this too fast” he looked away, showing his hard jaw line and hidden neck veins. “I believe that we should stop this, now” without looking at him you started to fight with your engagement ring. You pulled it once, twice but it didn’t move so you cursed feeling new wetness on your cheeks. “Come on” your nails scarped skin around jewelry so hard that it almost broke.

“Stop. Stop it!”

Your head shot up. You’ve never heard him screaming, especially at you. His brown eyes shot deathly daggers at your person but underneath that anger there was raging love. His hands occupied your own and gently pulled the band off your digit. Silver metal with small, white diamond nested upon it rested on his open palm while both of you looked at it with different expressions. You suddenly remembered how he proposed to you; so simple yet so endearing. Just like him. Your throat let out terrible sound of your despair when he fisted his grip.

“It’s done”

Neither him or you moved. You could hear his heartbeats in the utter silence and you knew he could hear your heart breaking. Gulping you leaned over the table with sudden nausea. All of the facts hitting you like a waterfall.

“Sit down, you look pale” he guided you to the chair and sat you down as a child. “Do you want water?” when you nodded he went to pour it for you.

“Thank you” sipping cold liquid you felt as your whole body burned. “I’m fine. I just… I’m” you lost your words and your gaze fell upon his crouched form. He looked so young in the shadows. You tucked his hair behind his ear. It was silky and so familiar to touch that you had to back off. How could you survive without him? “Maybe you should go” it was for the sake of your sanity. He huffed and closed the distance between both of you.

“How about no?”

“Please, I’m not up to another argument” you ran your hands over your tresses and stared at his bare face with red eyes.

“I have an idea. I think we should try it” on his lips ghosted small smile but it vanished too quickly. Before you could replay he stood and left you in the kitchen. You followed him and you found yourself amused by his doings when he put his shoes on.

“So you are leaving?” your back tensed when he looked at you with a blank expression.  

“You’ve wanted me gone, right?” you managed to look unaffected by his cold voice and blinked away tears escaping your eyelids.

Yes, yes I have. Goodnight” he nodded and got out of your apartment.

Your whole person curled into itself so much that you could hear your bones cracking and screaming from pain - not only physical but emotional. You placed hand on your lips to prevent your soft screams of desperation from coming out.

Ding. Dong.      

Freezing you stared at the entry with unknown for you feeling.

Ding. Dong.

Your steps were cautious  and painfully slow but when you opened the door your heart leaped in your chest. And God, it hurt.  

“Hello, I thought that we could begin again. My name is Baekhyun and I love pizza with pineapple but I know that you hate it so you pluck it out and call me gross when I add it on my slice,” you gripped the frame so hard that your fingers almost broke. “I don’t mind staying on the corridor but I would be glad if you let me in. Both inside your apartment and into your life

You looked at him and with a heavy heart you decided. 

“Try Me” (M)

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Member: Sehun from EXO

Genre: Smut (M), A little bit of angst

A/N: This is a scenario i had in mind for awhile and it’s inspired from the fic Talk Now by my favorite scenario blog @noonatrash so be sure to check them out they’re awesome!

Summary: You and Sehun have a strictly sexual booty call relationship and Sehun makes you submit to him a little too easily.


It’s been 2 weeks since you last spoke to Sehun. It felt good. It felt different. You’ve had some time to reflect on the way you handled things. “Never again” you mumbled to yourself, disgusted at your own behavior.  He made you feel so numb, to everything. He made you feel good but also so mad and you didn’t know how to handle a guy like him but you were hooked and there was nothing you could have done about it.

You were sitting at home on your bed, dim lights and the silence of the night coming through your window. Your phone screen lit up showing an unfamiliar phone number. You crooked your face to the side presenting a confused expression. “Who the fuck is calling me at 2 am? This better not be Chanyeol on about how I drank all his bubble tea again”. You decided to answer the call, already ready with an excuse for drinking 3 cups of bubble tea. You picked up the phone and waited for the other side to start talking but only silence draped the other line.

“I need you.” A familiar voice appeared as your eyes widened. “You have to be kidding me” you thought to yourself, letting out a scoff. “Don’t you have some other poor girl to booty call Sehun?” he was surprised at your sudden response. “Yes. But none of them are you.” He let out a breathy response. “Sehun, I thought I made myself clear last time we saw each other….” There was a short silence, “You mean when I fucked you to submission and you screamed my name all over my apartment?” he said smugly. “Sehun we’re over.” You announced once again before you quickly hung up.

Sehun hasn’t left your mind the entire week after he called you again. Why did he think you would act this stupid again? He really doesn’t know anything about you, you thought to yourself.  Sitting on your couch and drinking another bubble tea cup you stole from Chanyeol’s apartment.  It was another Friday night that you didn’t have a date to. The only company you had was the chocolate bubbles and the 5th season of Friends. You weren’t even bothered to wear pants, you were wearing your black revealing lace panties and a long V neck shirt that was a bit transparent but you couldn’t care less.

Your drink long gone and already on season 6 when you heard a loud knock on your door. You glanced at the clock, “2:30 AM” you scoffed to yourself. “If it’s who I think it is, then I might as well have fun with it.” You mumbled to yourself as you got up to open the door.  Swinging the door to an all too familiar face, you flashed your fake smile at the tall broad shouldered man. “What are you doing here Sehun?” you let out a laugh but he didn’t look too amused. 

“Why don’t you answer my calls anymore?” you remembered you blocked his number last week and didn’t even get those calls in the first place. “Sorry I’ve been busy” you put out an overly fake frown and crooked your head to the side. He pushed you aside and let himself in. he walked up to your couch and wrapped his arms above his chest, leaning against the side of your couch. “Busy? I see….” He laughed. “I’m sure watching Friends in your underwear is real tiring.” He crooked his head at you. “It sure is more fun than sucking your dick” you let out. He scoffed at your statement, “Playing hard to get are we?” 

you took one step closer to him sporting an all serious confused look on your face. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought your lips inches away from his, slightly touching. “Is there something in the words “We are over.” That you do not understand Oh Sehun?” you looked straight into his eyes. He leaned closer a bit and grabbing your waist to bring you to a kiss right before you pulled away and waved your finger at him. 

“Ahah if you wanna touch my lips again then it’s gonna cost you way more than just touching my waist Oh Sehun.” You smirked at him. He let out an impressed giggle before grabbing you by your waist and lifting you on his shoulder, one hand on your ass. He walked over to the dining table across the room and dropped you on the glass table, throwing the candle stands you had on the floor and sliding you further. He spread your legs apart with one brief action before standing still between your legs. “fine.” He said, looking at your underwear.

He grabbed your underwear and roughly tore them apart, letting out a growl. Grabbing your hips, he slid you closer to his body and it only took 2 seconds before you could feel his tongue on your clit. He didn’t go easy at all. He flicked his tongue on your clit, teasing at first but giving in faster than you. He attached his lips on your heat and sucked on your clit while swirling circles around it. He bit it slightly, earning a loud moan from you as you arched your back and grabbed his hair. You could feel his smirk against your opening right before he licked it and entered his 3 fingers in. pumping hard back and forth until you finally graced him with another moan, trying to hold in to not let him enjoy himself too much. He crawled all the 3 and hit that spot in you he knew all too well. 

Another moan took you by surprise; you closed your eyes and shouted “FUCK” at the top of your lungs, encouraging him to continue. But it wasn’t a surprise to you when you felt emptiness again. He pulled his fingers out and stood still in front of your burning heat again. “Get up.” He said, panting. You sat up on the table and shot him a look, not doing as he said. You saw him flick his tongue and move his head from side to side slightly impressed from your persistence.

He grabbed your thighs and pulled you to his body. You raised your eyebrow at him, looking at his now hard cock. “See something you like?” he smirked at you. “Yeah” you said, he smirked again. “My lonely bubble tea that I didn’t get to finish” you giggled. His smirked dropped at your sound and his grip on your thighs hardened. He grabbed your waist and slid his lower body between your legs, expecting you to wrap your legs around his waist again like always, but at his surprise you didn’t. Instead you swung your legs in the air, shooting him an innocent puppy eyed look in your eyes. You knew exactly how to play him. 

Approaching your lips, intending to kiss you roughly, you turned your head away and blocked him with your hand. “It’s a shame you think that little tongue game of yours is enough for me” you laughed in his furious face. “My bad” he let out and pulled his jeans down, shoving his entire length in you in one sharp go. An instinct made you grab his shoulder with your fingers, leaving white marks all over it from the sudden pain.  He began to move his hips against yours, grabbing your thigh with one hand and his other hand busy on your clit again. His thrusts were rough and desperate almost like he was aching for you. His dick thirsty for you those past 3 weeks.  

Dropping his head back and moaning your name, the grip on your thigh marking blue marks all over. You could feel his hand giving up on your clit until you finally felt that spot you liked so much. Stars in your eyes and a ball of warmth in your stomach, you came breathing out a warm moan against his ear. He came too and made sure that you knew what name came out of his lips.

Avoiding his lips once more, you got up from his embrace and headed straight to the shower. He leaned his hands against your dining room table, panting and shaking his head at your actions. A dark thought dawned his mind and he was not ready to give up just yet. Not until he got to taste your lips.

You got into the shower, facing the wall and striking a smile at your actions. Before you could turn on the water, you felt a hand on yours. Turning on the cold water, it hit your back and you hissed at the sudden sensation. Before you could notice, you were pinned against the wall face on. His lips reached your ear and hands gracing your curves until they got to your hips, gripping them tightly, tighter than his earlier grip on your thighs. His cock stroked your entrance and without any words he entered you again. He pinned both your arms against the wet wall and bit your neck, drawing hickies all over it. 

His thrusts were even worse this time. He was really desperate and you could feel your walls responding. You let yourself let loose and you let your head drop back on the crook of his neck. He looked at you once before he sped his hips and went even deeper in. working on your G spot with a couple hits and your entire body gave in against the wall. He let his cock enjoy your orgasm a little longer before you felt his warm cum on your back, being washed away by the cold stream from the shower head.

Sehun turned you around to face him, pinning your back against the wall. He kept his gaze on your lips, not letting anything else distract him. “What’s the cost?” he asked seriously. “This thing” you pointed your finger between the both of you. “Is on my terms now.” You said, keeping your gaze on his lips too. Your eyelids closed as you felt the touch of his lips against yours. Kissing you passionately, his lips cold and wet from the water and drops falling from his chin, he gave into you.

The Fan Letter (Oswald x Reader) Part 02 (Stalker!Oswald - his POV)

Originally posted by the-great-snape-debate

Many of us have written at least one story, where Oswald breaks into the reader’s or OC’s apartment and, well, is a perverted little Pingu (I still remember @queencobblefreezestuff and @oswald-cobblepot-is-my-addiction ones). Mine will take a slightly different route…  

Part 01 here

Warnings: bold language, jerking off, sexual phantasies, angst 

Editor: @amandajuly81

Tagging: @penguinsweetest@red-panda-on-the-loose @umbrellas-and-tallymarks@ascoolasathestral, @house-of-penguin @gotham-city-tales @aya-fay

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Caught Up | Yoongi

Prompt: There’s a storm and omg I’m losing signal are you okay?? Hold on let me drive 489432 miles to get you the night before Christmas
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2,966
Author’s Note: Is it too early to start with the Christmas stories because I don’t care, it’s December so that’s good enough for me. 

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You can’t help the yelp that sounds from the back of your throat as the howling against your window grows stronger for just a moment, the shaking of your window echoing through the rest of your apartment and making you feel very small and very alone in just a sliver of a second.

“You okay?”

Inhaling sharpy through your nose, you resume your attention back to the voice on the other side of the line, slightly muffled and hazy with the swirling of storm clouds and snow outside, but clear enough for you to smile just a little. He gives you enough, even through a cell phone, to not feel alone. “Y-Yeah, Yoongi-ah. I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine,” Yoongi retorts, and you can practically hear the frown in his voice softening into concern. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come over?”

You look out the window at the snow swimming around, darkness etched far beyond what your eyes can see, even with the lights of your living room on. On the coffee table is your homework laid out, your feeble attempt to try and get something done in spite of the loud distraction and the fear in your chest that makes you want to bury yourself under 5 feet of blankets and never get out. No, even if you wanted Yoongi, needed him desperately to keep you company to stop the anxiety, nothing about you was worth trekking through miles of snow for. Frost bite and sickness would surely be inevitable if Yoongi tried to step outside tonight.

“Yes,” You manage, glad that you can at least make your voice sound confident enough to stop Yoongi from worrying. You can even picture his face right now, probably back in the dorms with the other boys as they watch TV or hoard themselves with junk food as Seokjin-oppa shakes his head at the unhealthiness of the whole thing. At least Yoongi has the boys to keep him company. “You really don’t have to come over. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

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Difficult Times

Fandom: Brettonio

Tv Show: Chicago PD / Chicago Fire

Crossover

AU

Rated: M

Words: 2377

Part: 1 of 2

Characters: Sylvie Brett  Antonio Dawson  Kelly Severide  Gabby Dawson

Genre: Romance, Drama


Part 1

She was standing her ground, she knew she was wrong but was not going to give in anyway. The sun had already settled a few hours ago but she just came home because work had taken longer than she had expected when she told her friend to go home to her kids and she’d take care of her stuff as well. She hadn’t noticed time flying by as she was deep in thoughts. The radio had been playing quietly in the background playing music. She had really lost track of time, when she heard the vibrating of her phone inside of her purse.

She picked it up without looking who was calling. “Where the hell are you?” Antonio’s with anger filled voice shot through the line. Sylvie was taken aback by his sudden outburst, so much, she almost dropped her mobile.

“Still at work.” She snapped back. “Come down will ya. I have a lot of work. I just lost track of time.”

“We said we have dinner together tonight. I cooked.”

“I am so sorry hon. I totally forgot.”

“Don’t Hon me Sylvie. You better make this up to me or…-” “Or WHAT?” Screaming into the phone, Sylvie stood up not carrying that her chair fell over at her sudden reaction.

The line went dead.

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On the Importance of a Good Dog.

Requested by @halpdevon (enjoy)

A fire roared in the grate, the wind outside screeched; the branches of the trees tangled together and scratched at the glass in the windows, though Alexander was peaceful. There was a calmness that spread through their lodgings that night; well, it spread through Alexander, he thought it had something to do with the ball of fluff that was currently curled up on his lap. He was reading, or trying to read, Plutarch but the words were slipping past his eyes; without making any significant impression on him. The warmth from the fire seeped into his bones, and the wine he was sipping at spread more warmth through, he leaned his head back against the chair and sighed.

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Happy Birthday Mr.O’Brien - Smut.

Rating: 18+ NSFW
Words: 3009

Notes: @stilinski-jpeg and I wanted to do a birthday fic for Dylan’s birthday so we decided to collab. so be sure to go read hers. Also, I’m dedicating this to the sweet @thelittlestkitsune as it’s her birthday and she lives very far from me so I can’t give her a real present. xoxo


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I had an ask to do number 72 of “One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’” for Rowaelin, and I accidentally deleted the ask. But heres the fic :)

72. I’ll meet you halfway.

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Rowan was exhausted.

He was both mentally and physical drained. It was only Tuesday, and yet it felt like it should be Friday. Not that he really cared what day of the week it was anymore. His wife didn’t follow a Monday to Friday schedule, so Rowan stopped getting excited about the weekend. He was going to spend it alone anyways, grading papers probably.

He was a high school History teacher. Rowan worked the same hours Monday to Friday, with ever holiday off. Even getting some snow days in the winter months. But Aelin… Aelin was in the middle her surgical residency. She wanted to be a general surgeon, wanted to help people. Rowan loved that about her, just like he loved basically everything about her. But, he didn’t love her hours. Twelve to fourteen hour days. And Aelin being Aelin, she worked overtime all the time. Trying to help as many people as she could.

They hardly saw each other. The time they had together was a few minutes in the morning and just as Aelin was climbing into bed at night. If Rowan wasn’t already asleep.

This little time together, it wasn’t good for them. For their marriage. Rowan told her that much this morning, when he yelled at her that if this kept up he’d have no choice but the leave.

It made him cringe just thinking about it.

It broke his heart just thinking about leaving Aelin. She was the love of his life. But he couldn’t build a life with someone he only saw 30 minutes out of a whole day.

Rowan sighed. He took his keys out and unlocked the front door before pushing it opened. It was quick in the house, but Rowan was use to quick.

He absentmindedly dropped his keys and bag, taking off his jacket before walking into the kitchen to get dinner.

Rowan’s heart stopped. He froze on the spot as he took in the scene before him. Dinner was cooked and set on the table. Candles lit. And Aelin quickly stood up from her chair. He hair was down and she was out of her scrubs, dressed in black pants and a pain white shirt.

“I made you dinner.” Aelin pointed out quietly after a few moments. She sent a wary smile his way.

“You’re home.” Rowan slowly walked towards the table. He glanced down at the food then back up at Aelin.

She shrugged. “I left early. Bailey’s covering my surgeries.”

Rowan didn’t reply. He simple pulled out his chair and sat down. Aelin followed his move soon after.

Neither moved for the longest time. Neither knew what to say either, it would seem. Silence stretched out between them. And after a few moments, Rowan reached for the bowl of mashed potatoes on the table.

The two ate in silence. Rowan didn’t know what to say, which was a first for him. Especially around Aelin. But just this morning Rowan told her if things didn’t change, he was leaving. What do you say after you tell the love of your life that?

So the only sound in the whole place was the sound of forks and knifes on the plates.

Just as Rowan was eating his last piece of chicken, Aelin placed her fork down.

“I’m sorry,” She blurted out.

Rowan stopped chewing. He raised an eyebrow at his wife as he swallowing.

Aelin took a deep breath in through her nose before looking Rowan in the eyes.

“I know. I know my job sucks.” Aelin explained. “I love my job but it sucks. And I know I’m not the best wife, and I’m never here. I know you’re frustrated with me. You’re angry, at me, at my job. That’s fair. And I’m so so sorry. For all of it.”

Rowan sighed, Aelin’s unyielding gaze never leaving his.

“I know you love your job.” Rowan said. “But I love my wife. All I want is to spend some time with you. Not only getting to see you as you’re walking out the door or climbing into bed.”

“And I love my husband.” Aelin’s eyes started to shine over. “I love you so much. More than my job. But I still love my job. I love helping people. That’s why, I have to ask you to meet my halfway from now on.”

Rowan’s brows pitched together slightly. Aelin read the look on his face, because she suddenly stood up and walked over to her purse sitting on the counter. She came back a few moments later, standing next to Rowan’s chair.

She didn’t speak, just handed something over to him.

Rowan’s heart stopped dead in his chest. He took in the small black and white photograph in his hands. The swirls and shapes that didn’t seem to mean anything. But that little figure on the middle flipped his word upside down. And it was then that Rowan realized he was holding a sonogram.

“I’ve clocked enough hours in the OR that I can take an extra-long leave.” Aelin spoke softly. “And when I go back, I’ll take on less. It’ll be hard, with me still doing my residency, but I’ll talk to the chief. Plus, my residency is almost over so-“

Rowan stood up from his chair. He grabbed Aelin around her waist and pulled her to him. His lips claimed hers, cutting off her words.

The kiss only lasted for a moment. Rowan pulled back and looked down, meeting Aelin’s watery gaze.

“How far long?” His voice broke slightly at the question.

“Just six weeks.” Aelin said softly.

“Aelin,” Rowan whispered, taking her face in his hands. “What I said this morning-“

“Don’t.”

“I have too,” Rowan sighed. “I was upset. Angry not at you, but at your job for taking you from me. I know how much you love it. And I would never ask you to pick between me and your job.”

A few tears leaked from her eyes and Rowan whipped them away with his thumb.

“We’re both at fault here,” he continued. “It’s not just you and your job. I’ll do better too. I’ll take on less afternoon school actives. I’ll help in whatever way I can.”

“So you’ll meet me halfway?” Aelin asked with a watery smile.

Rowan placed another kiss on her lips before placing his hand on her flat stomach.

“I’ll meet you halfway.” Rowan smiled, his gaze burning into hers as Aelin placed her hand on top of his. “I’ll always meet you halfway, Fireheart.”

Little Wolf - part 1

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Originally posted by mooseleys

Prompt: ‘Imagine being a werewolf, on the run from Sam and Dean when Crowley takes you in’ requested by @diesintheshower

Pairing: Crowley x reader

Word count: 1025

Warnings: blood, getting attacked, being hurt, swearing, gif used isn’t mine. Sorry if I missed anything!

Authors note: so this is my first ever request and my first ever Crowley fic. Loosely based on Season 6 where Crowley tries to get to Eve by torturing alphas and other supernatural creatures. Hope you enjoy it and as always, feedback is appreciated :) x

 Tagged: @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @xxtaylorsingerxx @aprofoundbondwithdean @deanwinchester-af @imnotlikeyou0214 @bonniebird @aprofoundbondwithdean @marksthatsignify-her-fromtherest @my-name-is-alice-ayers @gabby913 @bowties-scarves-and-impalas @multifandomwhore91

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Hearts Wide Open

(gif credit to the creator)

Part 8 - The Deepest Secrets

Master List

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1,795
Warnings: language, mentions of adoption, mentions of cheating, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of giving birth
A/N: Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted this! There will only be maybe 4 more parts left of this! I hope you enjoy! Anyway, feedback is super cool :)

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“I would do anything for you.”

A/N: Tbh I based this entire thing off the idea of Newt trying really hard to make his hair really neat cause I thought it was cute af. It’s been awhile since I posted an imagine that came out of my own brain rather than a request, so here you go! (I’ve already started my next request no worries) My notes page is filled with other ideas of mine so I’m excited to start them. I’m afraid my writing has gotten worse lately so idk tell me what you think! 

Warning: SUPER CHEESY


“Good morning, beautiful,” Your boyfriend, Newt, cheerfully greets you as you join him at one of the tables for breakfast. “Happy anniversary,” He adds with a smile.

“Happy anniversary,” You grin, leaning in to kiss him. “Two years, wow, hard to imagine how I’ve put up with you all this time.” You tease.

“You’re telling me,” He says, “Wondering that is what keeps me awake at night.”

“Oh, shut up,” You laugh, playfully shoving him. “No, but seriously, I love you. Like a lot.”

He smiles, “I love you too … like a lot.”

That was pretty much the extent of anniversaries in the Glade. You couldn’t buy each other anything nice, go out on romantic dates anywhere, you were stuck in the same place with nothing but the bare essentials to survive. Because that’s what life was now, surviving, and you were perfectly okay with that. As long as you had Newt by your side, you didn’t need anything fancy. Just him.

“So, I’ll meet you here for lunch, right?” You turn to Newt as the two of you are about to part ways and start work. Newt was usually busy when everyone else ate lunch, whether it be helping the medjacks, checking supplies, or discussing with Alby, so him eating with you was sort of a special occasion.

“Of course!”

“Alright,” You smile, “I’ll see you in a few hours then.”

He leans down to kiss you, a much more passionate kiss than your morning peck. Your arms fasten around his neck and you stand on your tip toes as his arms snake down around your waist.

He smiles down at you when you break apart, his chocolate brown eyes twinkling with happiness, “I’ll see you later. Have a good day, love.”

“You too, Newtie Cutie.”

He groans and rolls his eyes at the ridiculous nickname, yet he can’t help but laugh as he walks away.

You go off in the opposite direction, towards Zart and the fields, to start your day of weeding and yard work. You pass the hours by chatting to Zart and the other field workers, and by doing your best to ignore the heat that was constantly beating down on your back.

Finally though, you see a stream of Gladers making their way to Frypan’s kitchen and Zart calls for lunch break. You eagerly make your way over to the spot where you and Newt agreed to meet, and wait. And wait. And wait. You stand there for about ten minutes before you realize he’s not coming.

You look around for Thomas, Minho, or Chuck, your usual lunch table, but none of them are to be found.

“(Y/N)!” Zart calls, “Are you gonna stand there all day or are you gonna come eat?”

You swallow your disappointment and put a smile on your face as you grab a tray and join your fellow field hands. Not exactly how you planned on spending your and Newt’s anniversary.

The group heads back to the fields after everyone has filled their stomachs. You’re back at work for another five hours, counting down the seconds until you’re allowed to call it quits for the day and wash all the sweat and grime from your body. You expect Newt to come out with an explanation and an apology for missing lunch, but he never comes.

When Zart finally dismisses everyone for the night, you’re sure he’ll be waiting for you by your hammock when you go to get your towel for your shower, as you do every day, but he’s not there. A mixture of hurt, anger, and disappointment swirls inside of your head. If he was busy, he could’ve at least sent someone to let you know what was going on.

You trudge off to your shower, looking forward to having some time alone to prepare for the seemingly inevitable argument with Newt. The blazing hot water does wonders to soothe your exhausted muscles, and scrubbing the grime from your hair and body feels heavenly. Too soon it seems, you’re finished and you turn the water off.

“(Y/N)?”

You freeze and confusion washes over you. There were multiples showers in here, but it was made very clear that nobody was allowed in when you were showering.

“(Y/N), I know you’re in here!”

“Thomas?!” You say, recognizing the voice, “What the hell are you doing in here? Get out!”

“I know, I know, this is weird, but just trust me. I’m not gonna look or anything. I come bearing instructions from Newt.”

You’re still in your shower stall and Thomas is by the door, presumably facing the opposite direction.

“Yeah, well what does he want?” you grumble.

“You sound bitter, you won’t be for long,” you can hear the smirk in his voice, but he hurriedly continues before you can ask him to elaborate. “Okay, well you can’t go out there yet, but he wants me to go get your nicest clothes for you so you can change into them.”

“I can’t go out there yet? Thomas, what is going on?!”

“Just trust me, it’ll all make sense soon!” He exclaims, “Now what clothes do I get for you?”

You sigh irritably, “Uhm probably my one pair of jeans that don’t have any holes in them and my flannel.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

You wrap your body in the towel, drying off in the shower for fear of Thomas coming back in at the wrong moment.

Not five minutes later, you hear the door open again, “Okay, I’ll set them on the sink and leave so you can change in private. But do not leave. We’ll open the door when everything is ready.”

“Thomas,” You say exasperated, “What is ‘everything’, what’s happening?” But you hear the door slam behind him and you’re alone again.

All of this weirdness and secrecy was making you angry, you hated being out of the loop. After you get dressed, you sit on the floor with your back against the wall, resisting the urge just to pull open the door yourself and march outside.

Just when you think you can’t wait anymore, the door opens, and there stands Chuck dressed in black pants and a white shirt, with a little towel draped over his arm like a proper little waiter. He grins at you adorably and holds his free arm out for you to take, “Ready?”

Your heart instantly thaws at Chuck’s sweet, innocent face, and you smile and nod, linking his arm with yours as he leads you out.

What little anger that was left inside of you immediately disperses as you step outside. There is a path lit by torches from where you stood to the center of the Glade where the bonfire is, the flames the only thing lighting the way. A small fire burns in pit, hardly half the size of the newbie bonfires, and right beside is a small table for two with a white table cloth draped over it. There’s a long white candle in the middle of the table, along with two plates and two cups. The setting was simple and beautiful, the only thing missing was the man himself.

As if in answer to your thoughts, Newt steps out of the shadows, a huge grin on his face. It was a good thing you were still holding on to Chuck’s arm, because your knees literally went weak. His usual messy tousled hair was brushed and gelled to the side with a clear part. He was wearing a light blue button-down shirt that was at least two sizes too big, he had obviously borrowed it from someone else, and the sleeves were so long they covered his hands. Everything about him was adorable.

“Happy anniversary, babe,” He smiles.

Those words broke you out of your awe inspired trance and tears spring into your eyes. You let go of Chuck and step into Newt’s open arms, trying hard to stop the flow of tears and emotions.

“You know, I came out here expecting to yell at you,” You laugh through your tears.

He laughs too, “I expected as much. This morning when I said I was going to eat lunch with you I meant it, but I just lost track of time preparing all this. I knew you’d forgive me when you saw it all, plus it just makes the surprise more special.”

He takes your hand and lowers you into your seat, before sitting across from you. You wipe the remaining tears off of your face and shake your head, “Newt, I don’t care if I can’t remember half of my life, I know this is the nicest thing anybody has ever done for me.”

He reaches across the table to take your hand, “I would do anything for you.” With his free hand, he grabs something out of his pocket and presses it into your palm. When you open your hand, you gasp at the treasure that lay on it. Newt had taken a beautiful, smooth black stone, carved it into a heart, and strung twine through a small hole he drilled into it. “I know it’s not much, but–”

“Don’t even say that, Newt, it’s absolutely perfect,” you turn the stone over and over, admiring it, tears welling up in your eyes again.

“I just … I just hope you know how much you mean to me.” He says.

You take your eyes off the necklace and look up at him, he is glowing over how happy you are. You can’t suppress it anymore, you get up from your seat kiss him long and passionately, trying to convey everything you were feeling.

“I love you so much,” You murmur, your foreheads resting together. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

He smiles, “I think I’m the lucky one.” He takes the necklace out of your hand, “Should I put it on for you?”

You nod eagerly, and turn around so he could tie the string behind your neck.

“Well, how does it look?” You ask, returning to your seat.

“I must say, it looks much better on you than it did when I was testing it on ol’ Chuckie today.” He smirks.

You both laugh as you hear Chuck’s distant “Hey!” of protest from somewhere in the background.

“Are you hungry?” He asks.

You nod, “I’m starving.”

Newt cupped his hands on either side of his mouth, “Hey, Chuck, we’re ready!”

Chuck came bustling out moments later carrying two plates, still in his adorable waiter attire. He set one plate down in front of each of us and then filled up our cups with water. The plates each had one steaming steak, mashed potatoes, asparagus, and a roll – your mouth waters at the pleasant site.

“Thanks, Chuckie!” Newt says, eyeing his plate hungrily.

“You’re welcome,” He chirps, “Have fun guys!” Chuck loved helping and being included, you’re sure having this little job made his whole week – your heart swells with love for the kid.

You both attack the delicious food, compliments of Frypan, and are blown away. Frypan never failed to make mouth wateringly good dishes. The two of you talk and laugh together as you dine – you find yourself thinking there wasn’t a more perfect way to spend your anniversary.

After you finish, Chuck comes and takes away your spotless plates. Newt takes your hand walks down the torch lit path that continued beyond the small table. You had noticed it went further, but you figured it was more for decoration.

The lights led you into the forest and went on until it steered you to a small clearing with a blanket spread out on the ground. The trees opened up so you could lay down and look at the stars. He plops down on the blanket and pulls you down next to him.  

You’re both lying down on the blanket facing each other, his sparkling brown eyes watching your face lovingly as you trace his features, which looked more defined and beautiful in the firelight. You lightly run your fingers over his cheek bones, around his lips, and then across his jawline. His eyes slowly drift closed, your touch sending waves of electricity throughout his whole body.

Your fingers then make their way into his neatly combed hair and you stifle a laugh as you think about how much time and effort he put into making it like this.

His eyes open and focus on your face again, “What’s so funny?”

You smile and shake your head, “You. Your hair. You’re just too cute.”

You then grab more of it and rough it up to make it look like it normally did.

“Hey, that took forever!” He whines, “Even with all the help I got from Minho.”

You laugh, “It was adorable, but I already miss your messy hair.” He smiles and there’s a short pause. “Thank you for doing all of this. I couldn’t have asked for anything better. Or anyone for that matter.”

“Of course,” He smiles, “I wanted to make tonight special because you are.” His arms reach out for you and pull you in, closing the last few inches of space between you. “Today has been my favorite day.”

You snuggle into his chest, relishing the safety and security you feel being encased in his arms, “Me too.”

You smile to yourself and touch the cool stone heart that dangled from your neck, wondering how you had ever thought anniversaries in the Glade couldn’t be special. All it took was the right person, and you were unbelievably happy knowing you had him.

unsaid things (part one)-Little Darling

[A/N so hey lol I’m the one that asked for biadore prompts etc. My final exam went okay and here I am! I’ve used the prompt - 

 Bianca/Adore, jealous Bianca when Adore kisses someone in the audience. Better if there’s other people there.

and will probably work on the double date one aswell as a second smuttier part to this one, unless the prompt gets taken :-)

idk what my tag thing should be lol maybe just my url like ‘little darling’ ?? I honestly don’t mind!

Hope this is the kind of thing that people wanted!

only warning i can think of is that there’s quite a lot of swearing???]

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kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

so this was my small christmas gift to @spphrmn on ao3 organized by @whythehandbasket, I hope both of you have amazing christmas and enjoy your holidays!

The music was still coming from inside the house, soft jingling and gentle notes of carols, when Kazuya closed the door behind them. Eijun stretched, his hands reaching up towards the sky. A groan spilled out of his mouth, followed by a satisfied sigh as he rubbed at his full belly.

He loved Christmas.

Especially Christmas at home.

Especially Christmas at home with Kazuya.

Turning back, he watched Kazuya come down the steps of the veranda to stand next to him. Eijun’s lips curled in a smile.

“What are you smiling at?” Kazuya asked, taking a deep breath of the frosty air and sighing quietly just like Eijun did before.  

“Nothing,” Eijun shrugged. “I’m just happy.”

Kazuya hummed and Eijun was content with that.

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Happy birthday

Happy Birthday

Pairing: Dean x reader
Warnings: fluff, smut, cursing
Characters: Dean Winchester, reader, Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury
Summary: Dean surprised you on your birthday.

“(Y/N)” Dean’s voice is whispering near your ear. His rough hand rubs against your bare hip. “(Y/N) are you awake?” You moan. He lightly bites your shoulder letting his stubble drag across your skin. You moan again. His hand tugs at your panties. You don’t move or open your eyes, you’re enjoying your sleep too much. “(Y/N) I can’t wait any longer.” You moan a third time “Wait for what?” He grinds his growing bulge against your rear. His hand snakes under your panties reaching for your sex. “(Y/N) you don’t realize how crazy you make me.” You laugh “I was just sleeping.” His fingers rub your clit and you stiffen. He’s still rubbing his cock against you, the two sensations are making your pulse quicken. “That’s just it. Just being near you is all I need."His lips attach to your neck, kissing and sucking. Dean inserts one finger into your aching pussy. "Ohh Dean!” You moan and push your hips back against his crotch. Your head has now cleared all thoughts of sleep. He growls “I just ache for you. To have you close to me. To be inside you.” and turns you on your back. His freckled face full of pleasure as he pulls off your panties. He kicks off his boxers and hovers over you. You just love the look of his strong arms on either side of you. His muscles standing out. He leans in to kiss you passionately, his tongue exploring yours. He was making you so wet, his words, his body, and his touch. Everything sent shock waves through you. You wrap your legs around his hips and pull him inside you. His eyes roll back. “God baby.” His lips are back to yours as his hips pump in and out. His thrusts get harder and faster. You drag your nails against his back and scream his name. Your teeth tug at his bottom lip. He leans in hitting your sweet spot, you can tell you’re both getting close. He’s grunting and placing sloppy kisses near your ear. Your fingers run through his hair as you feel your climax rise. “Dean I…..” You moan “Oh god baby me too” he groans and your walls clench around him. His climax pulsing with your own. Your body felt delicious, tingles rolling up your body from where his body connected with yours. When his breathing steadies he moves next to you and whispers in your ear “Happy birthday. I’m going to make breakfast.” He kisses you and slides out of bed. You watch as he pulls his boxers and pants on. “You sure have a fine ass Mr Winchester.” You give him a lustful wink. He turns and crosses his arms. “Don’t objectify me!” You laugh. After he leaves you take a nice long shower and get dressed in your favorite shirt and jeans. Sam, Dean, and Charlie are sitting at the table. There’s a candle burning on your pancakes. You giggle, Dean was so sweet. He was all Alpha, but his heart was so kind and gentle. You sit next to Dean, wanting to touch him again. “Happy birthday (Y/N)” Sam hands you a package. You unwrap the plain brown paper and pull out a first edition Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland. “Wow Sam this is amazing. Thank you.” You reach across the table and kiss his cheek. “Ok dig in. You’ve got a big day.” Dean pours syrup on your pancakes. You raise an eyebrow “Big day?” Dean smiles “I’ve got something planned. And Charlie wants to take you for some girl time.” You perk right up. “Ok. What do you have planned?” He shakes his head. “Its a surprise.” You glance over to Charlie “Wow a girl can get used to this.” Charlie is animated “We’ve got mani pedis at 9 so hurry up!”
It was so relaxing to just sit and chat with Charlie. She was amazing. After your nails were finished she took you lingerie shopping. She picked you out some really racy stuff. You walk into the dressing room with her. “Wow Charlie I don’t know. How does this even work?” You hold up what looked like a bunch of strings. She laughs and grabs it from you. “Try on the others then.” You finally settle on a black one with studs. “Do you think Dean will like it?” You chew your lip nervously. Charlie laughs “If he doesn’t then you can always come over to my place wearing it.” You hug her tight.
When you get back to the bunker Dean is waiting out in the garage. “You have a good time?” He grabs your waist and kisses you deeply. You nod and smile at Charlie. “Charlie is a naughty shopper.” She laughs and Dean is confused. You pat his chest “I’ll show you later.” He shakes his head. “Ok well let’s go.” He walks around to the drivers side of the impala. “Where are we going?” Dean shakes his head “It’s a surprise.” You slide into the car and wave goodbye to Charlie. Dean drives in silence. After about an hour he’s pull into a small airport. “Uh Dean what are we doing here?” Dean just laughs, his face is full of confidence. “Taking a plane. Of course.” He gets out and you follow him. “But Dean you hate to fly. With a passion.” He shrugs. “I’ll be fine. Let’s go”. He opens the trunk and grabs two bags. “Dean we just can’t leave I didn’t bring anything.” He motions to the bag “Charlie packed for you.” He walks up to a small twin engine plane and a man steps out. “Dean good to see you.” The man smiles at you. “This guy saved me more than once.” He chuckles and slaps Dean on the back. You look at him “Uh huh. Well I’m (Y/N).” He shakes your hand “Yes I know. Dean told me all about you. I’m Jerry. ” You narrow your eyes at Dean “Where are we going Jerry?” He shakes his head. “You’ll see.” He helps you into the plane and Dean follows. When you get up into the air Jerry tells the story of how he met Dean when his family was haunted by a poltergeist. “Then he saved a bunch of people from this demon later.” Dean smirked. “That was Sam and mines first demon too.” You lean in close to rub Dean’s knee. He seemed nervous. “You alright?” He nods. “Charlie gave me something for anxiety.” You lean into Dean’s chest and doze. When you wake up later it’s completely dark, you can only make out a city below you. Dean whispers into your ear. “We’re here baby.” After Jerry lands and helps you out of the plane you ask again “Where are we?” Jerry smiles “Welcome to Florida (Y/N)!” You gasp. You grab Dean tight “Really?” You say your goodbyes to Jerry and head to a car that’s waiting for you. He heads to the hotel. “Oh no Dean I don’t have a swim suit.” Dean laughs “I thought of that Charlie bought you a couple.” You grin to him, you’re really impressed. He has put a lot of thought into this trip. “Well if she picks swim suits out like she picks out lingerie I’m in trouble.” Deans eyes go wide. “You went lingerie shopping with her?” You nod and rub his thigh “You’ll see.” He growls. You check into the hotel and go up to your room. Dean opens the door for you “Oh my god Dean this place is amazing.” He laughs and puts the bags down. You pull him closer, kissing him. You peel off his flannel. He pulls away “I’ve got reservations for the restaurant downstairs. Get dressed.” You smile and grab your bag. After 10 minutes Dean calls to you in the bathroom. “Hey baby I’ll meet you at the bar downstairs I have one more thing to do.” You peek out and blow him a kiss. Charlie had packed you a skinny black dress and black stilettos with a silver spiked heel. You fix your hair and apply some lipstick. You headed to the bar, giddy. You spot him standing against the bar, looking incredibly handsome in his Fbi suit. Then you notice a girl talking to him, too close for your comfort. You make your way to him. “What kinda car you drive?” The sleazy blonde asks Dean. He sips his whiskey “67’ Chevy Impala.” She frowns “Why would you drive an old car?” “Because the new ones are pieces of shit.” You say to her, standing close enough now. Dean turns and smiles widely. You lean and kiss him. The woman turns “skank!” Under her breath. You snap your neck over to her “Excuse me!” The woman turns her head “You heard me.” You get into her face and Dean pulls you back “Bitch I will gank you.” Dean laughs so hard now as he pulls you to the hostess station. You turn and straighten your dress, you shot him a glare. “What?” “Really baby you’re gonna gank her?!” The lines around his eyes are wrinkled. “Well?!” He pulls you in for a kiss, your blood is boiling. The hostess shows you the way to your table. You both sit and the waiter takes your drink order. “Two whiskeys neat” Dean tells the waiter. You’re still fuming. He reaches over to touch your hand. “Don’t let her bother you. She’s not worth your time.” You look over to see his soft beautiful face and you calm. The waiter brings your drinks and you down it. “I’m starving. What looks good?” You grab your menu and thumb thru it. Everything looks crazy and super expensive. You look over to Dean and he making a face. “It all looks so…” His voice trails off. You close your menu. “You wanna just grab some pizza I saw a place on the way here?” He bolts up “God yes!” He throws some money on the table and finishes his drink. You walk a couple of blocks down the street, Dean’s arm wrapped around your waist. He opens the door to this greasy looking pizza joint and the smell hits you both. You smile “That smells amazing.” You get a couple of glances from the other patrons, you were very overdressed. After a few minutes Dean comes to the table with two huge slices of pizza and two beers. “Now this is more our speed.” Dean looks relieved. You eat and drink your fill, while listening to Dean’s stories. It was one of your favorite things. After a few beers you walk back to the hotel. You laugh “I think I’m too tipsy to walk in these shoes.” You lean down to take them off. Dean grabs you and carried you the last block. There’s a lot of looks but Dean doesn’t seem to care. We you get up to the room it’s filled with flowers. “Dean, you’re so sweet.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “I just want my perfect girl to have the perfect birthday.” He kisses you. “Ah Mr. Cheesy. Where is my boyfriend?” He laughs and kisses you again. He hands are pulling up the hem of your dress. “Ok Mr cheesy but we have to hurry before my boyfriend gets back.” He lifts you up and throws you on the bed. He starts to undress, his tie is first. You sit up on the edge of the bed. “Let me. I’ve been waiting to undress you all night.” He smirks. “It’s my birthday. I want to unwrap my gift.” He comes closer to stand between your knees. You unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing the bare skin that comes into view. You pull it off letting your fingers glide down his abs to his belt. Your hand rubs on his pants over the bulge. He sucks in some air. He’s enjoying watching you take control. You unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. You let your hand dip into his pants touching his hard on. “God Dean you don’t know how wet this makes me.” His eyes are on fire with desire. He growls. You lick your lips and grasp him tight, tugging up and down on his manhood. He tries to over power you and push you into the bed. You push back, and fall to your knees. He looks down at you, wanting to much to take control. His need is driving you crazy. You pull down his boxers and pants at the same time, and watch as his cock springs to attention. It is such a sight. His beautiful big cock engorged by lust. “Oh god (Y/N) please touch me do something.” His voice is demanding. It puts a smile on your face “Is Dean Winchester begging?” He snarls “I don’t beg.” Your tongue flicks over the head of his cock, tasting his precum. He moans. You lick down his length. “That’s it.” He grabs you and throws you back on the bed. “I’m going to make you cum so hard.” He pulls your legs over his shoulders as he climbs on the bed. He sucks your clit roughly. “Fuck Dean!” He grab his hair and pull. He thrust two fingers inside you, pumping in and out. Your hips buck, he was hitting your g spot relentlessly. Your climax came too fast, you didn’t even see it coming. Your breathing is labored when he climbs on top of you. He kisses you allowing you to taste your juices. He slams inside you. “No rest for the wicked baby.” You gasp and grab a hold of his back. He drives into you at a breakneck pace. Your legs wrap around his hips tightly, and you can feel his ass clenching every time he drives home. Your words aren’t coherent by now, all you can get out is his name. “Fuck..baby…you make…shit..me..crazy.” He grunts words against your neck. His kisses are sloppy and wonderful. Then you’re climaxing again, this one even better than the first. You scream his name, you felt like he was going to break you in two. He growls and releases inside you. He shudders and collapses. You wake the next morning as Dean crawls back into bed pulling you against him tightly. “Mmm morning.” You turn your head to kiss him. “Morning beautiful. I ordered breakfast.” You snuggle into him. “I’ll be right back. Hold that thought.” He was grinding his pelvis into you. You head to the bathroom to pee and freshen up. He calls to you “Breakfast is here.” Good you were hungry. “Yay. Last night was amazing Dean, the way you made me cum. Oh, I forgot to wear that sexy little thing for you last night.” You slip on the lingerie and walk out of the bathroom. Dean is signing the bill the hotel clerk just handed him. Both their eyes go wide. You bite your lip “oops!” The clerk flashes a smile and Dean scowls at him. The clerk leaves and Dean crosses the room to you. “Well I think he’s going to have to take care of some business now because of you.” You laugh. “I swear I didn’t hear him come in.” He rubs his hands down your hips. “No because you were too busy talking about your orgasm last night.” You stare into his lovely eyes “Well everyone should know how great Dean Winchester is in bed.” He laughs and pulls you in for a kiss. You moan as you feel his member begin to rise. You pull back for a breath, and inhale the air. “Mmm something smells good.” You walk towards the food. “Food can wait. You can’t walk around in that thing, talking about your orgasms and expect me to wait.” He grabs your arm and rubs his other hand up your breast. He made love to you that morning and then you ate breakfast. Afterwards you found the tiny bikini Charlie had bought you and went down to the beach. Dean looked like a sun god in his swim shorts. His rippling muscles being kissed by the sun. By the end of the day he had more freckles covering his shoulders and a darker tan. He loved your suit until he saw all the other men gawking at you. His jaw clenched and anger boiled in his eyes. You wrapped your arms around him pulling yourself close against him. “Dean don’t worry about them.” He turned his attention to you. “I just can’t stand for their eyes to touch you like that. And the looks they’re giving me. I could punch some of their fat faces.” You giggle “Dean you know what I see?” He shakes his head. “You. Just you. I’m yours for as long as you want me.” He kisses you deeply letting his hands caress your back. “I’ll go get another suit today. The only person I want to look at me is you, and if you’re uncomfortable.” He cut you off. “No you’re beautiful. I don’t want you to have to hide it because of some sleaze balls.” You played on the beach until after the sun set. He made love to you on the beach that night and again the next morning before you had to leave town. You were in a state of complete bliss the flight home. Warm from your tan, and completely satisfied. As you dozed off you whispered to Dean. “Oh Dean this was the best birthday ever. I love you.” He kisses your forehead. “I love you too (Y/N). And for the record.” His voice drops lower as he sees you start falling asleep. “I will always want you.”

Oswald x Reader- Apologies (Rated M smut)

Its yours and Oswald’s Anniversary, you forgot the date and come home to an angry Oswald, who desires to punish your ungrateful attitude

Warning- High sexual content, fingering (vaginal and anal), Oswank, Domswald, filth, pure filth, OOC

Dedicatied to @jokesterwrites for being my muse <3

Originally posted by thequeenofgothamxo


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37. Wedding night bliss

Masterlist 
Requested by Riya
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I laughed as I was being carried over the threshold like Harry had insisted. He slowly put me down onto the floor. I didn’t even have the chance see what the room was like because his lips were pressed against mine. Wedding day was nice but we couldn’t really be together, everyone wanting to congratulate, give you advice, take a photo… I think we only kissed when the register said we could and later managed to steal a few pecks. It was our first proper kiss as a husband and wife. I, personally, didn’t really care too much about marriage as a community. For starters, I didn’t even believe marriage can work, I saw it as a love killer because I didn’t really know many people with successful marriages but we already lived together, we loved each other and what’s marriage if not the same thing only with a piece of paper? So it was the badly matched people who couldn’t or wouldn’t compromise, didn’t click, weren’t meant to be or what not and not the act of singing those papers and that way I gave in. I knew it meant a lot to Harry and the wedding day, itself, was great. I was happy and he was as well and that’s all that matters in the end.

After I finally looked around the room I was mesmerised. The dim lighting adding to the romantic note of the room itself being painted in simple white but the little lamps on the walls gave a nice reddish glow to them which worked great with the red bedding. He even ordered food which is a great idea since we didn’t really have time or the chance to eat during the ceremony. Well, at least we got a piece of our own wedding cake. There was already light, soft music playing and also a few candles that spread the cherry smell I liked so much. The room was worm and an already burning fireplace’s cracking could be heard which only excited me even further.

“Do you like it?” – he asked, hugging me from behind leaving tender kisses on the bare part of my shoulder and towards my neck, his hands resting on my stomach, slowly rubbing.

“Love it, Harry.” Even though we shared a flat he wanted our wedding night spent in a hotel room as to be more special, different from every other night we’ve been together, to be something arousing, a new environment can cause new sensations, to be a bit more exciting.

“I knew we wouldn’t really eat anything so would you fancy a late dinner?”

“I’d very much like one.”

“Then follow me to the table, Mrs Styles,” he smiled escorting me to the table in the corner of the room. The food was really delicious and we dug in as if we haven’t eaten for days. I was slightly worried I’d ruin my wedding dress but the hunger was stronger than my reasoning. Thankfully nothing has fallen onto it. The small table was giving us just the right proximity to make the other hunger within me grow. His looks, little touches were only adding to it.

“Would you like to play a game,” he proposed just as I was about to ask what was under the big plate cover.

“What kind of a game?”

“There are many different sweet things under the cover and you have to guess what you’re eating.”

“Sounds interesting.”

“So?”

“Let’s do it.”

He bent down and reached under the table to take a black strip and slowly tied it over my eyes. This was thrilling. I impatiently waited, playing with my fingers.

 3rd person POV

“Open your mouth.” Harry found the act very sexy. Looking at her blindfolded with her mouth agape made his cock twitch.

He took one of the many sweets from the plate and carefully moved it towards her mouth. She took it as gracefully as she could without the use of sight, fighting the laughter sounds as she licked her bottom lip to collect some of the liquid from the chocolate. Riya had no idea how attractive her every move was, even when she touches his thumb with her the tip of her tongue by accident…

“This one’s easy, cherry filling.”

“Try this now.”

“Caramel and vanilla.”

“You’re good, Riya.”

“This one tastes familiar. The chocolate’s a little strong… agh, I know this taste. Are you eating anything?”

“Don’t worry, now what have you just eaten?”

“Is it… is it Bailey’s?”

“Another guess.”

The game lasted until Harry decided it was time he tastes those, now, chocolate covered lips again. With the blindfold on she was all sensations. His lips knew the work well and his hands roamed her sides and back in such a skillful manner her body was yearning for him. Her hands weren’t still either, blindly undoing the buttons of his shirt. He untied the strip and his intense glance pushed her into another kiss, long and loving, leaving you gasping for air.

He moved behind her, unzipping her dress and tenderly caressing the skin of her back while doing so. Pushing the fabric aside a little her back was completely naked giving new space for his lips to land on. As soon as his mouth touched the back of her shoulders she arched, feeling thirst building in the pit of her stomach. He slowly followed the line from her shoulder to her neck, moving upward, paying special attention to her sweet spot with intention of leaving a mark, then he proceeded to delicately go over her jaw, once he reached Riya’s, already, swollen lips placing his palms onto her cheeks, pouring all his desire into that kiss.

She slowly pushed Harry’s shirt of his shoulders down onto the floor. Her hands brushed over his abdomen and firm chest, leisurely going over his shoulders, taking her turn to feel his skin. Her tongue went over the prominent vain on the side of his neck, and then nibbled on his tightening jaw and then took his bottom lip between her teeth, seductively pulling after she’d kissed him swiftly.

“I know I already told you, but you looked beautiful today. When I saw you walking down the aisle, I legitimately thought my heart would go out of chest. You are the woman of my dreams, simply mesmerising.”

His words had an even bigger impact because of the gaze he had over Riya and the way he said it made her stomach go crazy, her heart beating so hard against her rib cage. She stayed silent, smiling at him. She was simply happy. Harry was her source of pure happiness and joy. He has the power to erase the bad and taught me to focus on the good in life.

He finely pushed the lace sleeves down her arms. He helped the dress go over her chest and admirably watched it fall at her feet. Harry moved his nose along her jaw, taking in that scent of hers, the one that drives him insane. She’s his addiction, his eternal longing. Following that path his nose rubbed against hers, so slowly, reaching her savoury lips. The kiss was gentle and careful. As much as they urged for each other they were as tentative as if it were their first time, like time now flew in a different way.

“I want you,” he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Her hands found their way to his belt, its fall creating a loud thud. She was fast to unzip his trousers. He pulled her into him tightly, moving his hands over her back, down to her behind, cupping it as a soft moan went past her lips. He was surprised when she signalled him to go backwards, towards the bed. She sat him down on the edge and straddled him while pushing herself against his member. Her hands combed his hair as they kissed wherever they could. She could feel his dick growing against her tight when the tips of his fingers pressed against her bent back and his face was buried in her chest, giving attention to its exposed part. With one hand only he unclasped her bra. His hands were fast to hold them and knead them, enjoying the feeling of the hardening nipples against his palm. She showed him that she was enjoying it as she almost uncontrollably moved against him. Riya moved his hands away and directed him down. She left a lingering kiss and moved lower, pushing his boxer briefs over his thighs. Deciding not to waste any time she brushed her tongue over his length earning a hiss from him. Her hands wrapped around his dick as the head lay heavily on her tongue. Harry immediately sat up, wanting to see her. He collected her hair ponytail-like, as she moved her head up and down. His bottom lip was strongly bitten between his teeth as she looked up at him, her eyes big and a little glossy. His jaw tightened at the sight of Riya. He wanted her so badly, to taste her, to devour that sweet skin and to feel her scream his name, for her moans to feel the room as she digs her nails in his back. She moved up, getting some air, as her hand followed up right after. She knew what felt good for Harry and didn’t hesitate to do it. He didn’t want to come right now but he was definitely quite close to doing so. His hand guided her head lower as he did his best to restrain himself from going over the edge just yet. At that moment Riya decided it was enough. He helped her up and moved on top of her onto the large bed. It was now his time to have a taste.

He placed his hands on her sides as he attacked her neck. Firstly he sucked onto her collarbones and then, lower, paid special attention to her perking breasts earning hums from her, later his puffy lips left open mouthed kisses all over her body. His hands followed his mouth, going under the sides of her knickers and pulling them down in one quick movement. She trembled as he kissed his way up her leg, delicately biting on the tender skin of her inner thigh. He lifted her legs up by the knees and took one long swipe up her burning heat. Her hands instantly fisted the sheets, as his tongue worked magic down south. His tongue skilfully rubbed against her labia, holding her hips down. Enclosing her clit with his lips he sucked, moving the tip along it before moving even further down to her opening.

“You taste divine.”

Her groan encouraged him more as his tongue thrusted into her, the sounds rolling over her lips causing his cock to jerk. He moved his thumb below to press against the small bundle of nerves. Soon he released her hips as to substitute his lips with his fingers. Her dripping core making it easy for his fingers to enter as his mouth was back onto her most sensitive part. Her thighs were pressing hard against his ears as she pulled onto his hair, saying she was close. He went for it, moving, not stopping until she was breathless and panting after the embrace of her orgasm. He lifted himself up, brushing his chin on the back of his hand, enjoying his favourite flavour, and then crushing down in a much needed kiss.

“I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Now, please.”

They were both impatient and needy, Harry’s eyes darkened with lust. Her hands locked around his neck as her one leg went up by his side, his hand enjoying the feeling of the smooth flesh of her thigh as he slowly entered her. As they were united a mutual sigh of relief was heard.

At first they were slow, enjoying small touches and kisses, as the pace was not changing. Their breathing was heavy; her lips open as Harry absorbed every bit of her face, truly making love. To him she was the sexiest when completely relaxed, in the purest state of bliss and pleasure. His big palm moved from the front of her foot, over her long leg, squeezing just under the hip, slowly over her side and belly, brushing past her breast, passionately over her neck, upper, to hold her face as they moved in sync. Their noses were touching as Harry pecked her lips.

Gradually he picked the pace up, building a much firmer rhythm with strong thrusts. She pulled onto his hair, as he went even faster. He lifted her other leg and she locked them over his back. He held her face, keeping a firm look on her. She threw her head back, moaning loudly. As her head was thrown back Harry brushed over her neck, making her release even nearer.

“Fuck, right there Harry.”

Her hands scratched over his back as she met him push for push, moving the hair that has fallen over his forehead. She bit down on his bottom lip before his name was ripped out of her throat. Harry was sweaty and all breath, he was reading into every signal from her body, giving her pleasure any way he could. Her walls were pulsing, taking a grip of his length, showing him she was getting there. He found that one special spot and aimed at it, his only goal for her to climax.

“Come for me,” Harry said in a very husky voice, pushing her over the edge with one precise thrust. He helped her ride her orgasm out, not stopping as she came undone in his arms. Her moans making no sound and it felt as if she were shouting, her body shaking from true ecstasy.

Before Riya even regained her breath she switched the roles. Now she was on top. She shivered from the contact, still sensitive from her recent coming. She set up and moved in circular motions as Harry held her hips, helping her move on top of him. He drank in every move she made, every bit of her body, every sound going past her lips. She flung her head back, maintaining steady with her hands on his thighs. He caressed her legs and sides as she rode him a little faster now, moaning how good she was making him feel. After some time she leaned down, wanting a kiss. Her firm breasts presses against his front as she, now, moved up and down as his big hands went down to her bum, moulding it with his hands as she nibbled at his eat before whispering how good his cock felt. He took her by her thighs and took control of the tempo pushing upward, feverously kissing her, combing one hand into her hair that fell down making a curtain around their faces. Their foreheads were pressed together, eyes locked as they lightly moaned and sighed. He wanted her to come again, to give her infinite delight. She smiled between her strong breaths and huffs.

“I love your smile. I vow to always give you happiness, love and pleasure. Keep your eyes open, love”

She struggled not to close them, his words making her blood rush even more, if possible, indescribable heat going through her body. A groan was heard as she came again, almost taking Harry over the edge too, but he did his best not to, he wanted her to come once more, together.

Harry quickly changed positions, coming back on top, pushing her legs as far up as he could, moving rapidly, prolonging her orgasm in order to make her come once more, and he, himself, was desperate for a release as well. Cracking of fire only added to sensations, as she closed her eyes, focusing only on the feeling he was creating within her. He took her hand, intertwining their fingers above her head. She held so strongly while trying to keep up with his rhythm. His desperation was obvious, his need flattering, and the way he looked at her overwhelming.

“You feel amazing, babe.”

“Harry, I’m not sure if I-”

“Of course you can, love. Come for me, again.” His words of encouragement helped her let go, his name being the only thing she can pronounce coherently. She dug her nails so hard into his back she was sure she left deep marks. He collapsed on top of her, his own coming draining him. A minute or two later he pulled out of her, and a sudden noise was heard, her whimper at the lack of contact. Harry curled next to her, brushing her cheek with the back of his hand, pecking her swollen lips that may have hurt a little, before declaring his love for her.
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Please let me know what you think, it’s been a while since I wrote something smutty. It’d mean a lot xx

Happy Easter

Happy Easter ~ 1882 ~ Jungkook Smut


[Babe! Are you coming home soon??]

Your screen lit up.

Tonight had been a really hard shift at the diner as family and friends decided to eat out all at once this Easter Sunday. Tables were constantly being changed out, barely giving enough time for the bus boy to clean it up for the next set of hungry bodies. Servers were dancing in between tables, carrying hot plates on their arms and dodging each other as they zoomed by. The cooks were hot and stoves were aflame as order after order came in. You… Well you were slumped in a chair in the break room slowly dying after the crazy shift given to you. “It wasn’t this bad last year was it” you pondered with heavy eyelids blessing you with tranquil darkness. A moment too soon, your phone buzzed in your hands and you reluctantly looked down to see you boyfriends name light up the screen, “Jungkook”. A smile crept on you face and you unlocked your phone to see his cute little message.

Slow fingers typed that you just finished and we’re heading home soon. Looking at the clock you groaned, “11:30” is glared.

Shuffling around, you gathered your stuff and got on a bus to head for your apartment.

After practically dragging your feet up the stairs and to your metal door, you tossed around your keys to find the right one.

Click

The door groaned as you opened your apartment to reveal a lightly dimmed hallway. Candles burned in the kitchen next to you and rose pedals coated the wooden floor creating a path for you to follow.

Dropping your bag, jacket, and shoes at the front of your door, you giggled to yourself while padding next to the gently laid pedals. Easter eggs lined the countertops of your shelves, dinning room table, and next to some candles and you couldn’t help but smile more.

Following the trail, it took you to the front of your bedroom door and honestly you were a little anxious as to what lied ahead. Slowly grabbing the doorknob you inched ever so quietly to open the door.

More candles burned on the stands next to your bed and more rose pedals led your eyes to a beautiful man laying on his side in that goddamn stereotypical pose with a rose in his mouth.

Winking, he let you take in all his cocky glory as he presented himself proudly before you.

Finally reaching the maximum capacity your mouth could smile, you cheeks burned with excitement and your blood regained livelihood for what was about to happen within the next few seconds.

Running your eyes down his body, you only saw a black bow ties wrapped around his perfect throat and nothing else.

“Babe. I don’t know how long your going to stare, but I’m pretty sure I snapped the stem in half already and my sides are cramping up” he said through a gritted smile. Throwing your head back in laughter, you quickly decided to join him.

Tantalizingly slow, you lifter you shirt just to tease him. Shaking your hair around for extra effect, you then ran your fingers down your exposed sides and gripped the belt loops of your pants. Shaking your hips around, you closed your eyes and bit your lip, letting the mood engulf you.

“If you keep teasing me, I won’t play nice” he said in a husky voice.

Shimming out of your confinements, you were suddenly only wearing your black bra and matching panties.

Tip-toeing over to him, he finally rolled on to his back anticipating your presence.

Crawling over his naked, magnificent body, you kissed up his muscular legs. Taking extra time on his thighs, you glanced up and saw the rose split in half on either side of his mouth and his eyes shut, feeling your hot lips love him.

Laving your tongue over his clenching skin, you found his now twitching cock.

“Baby~ I didn’t know I made you this excited” you teased.

Scoffing at you, he only smiled.

Running your velvet tongue over his length, you heard him gasp and slightly grip the sheets of the bed.

Skimming your hands up his legs, you felt goosebumps form in their wake before gripping his heat. His tip was beading with precum as his muscle twitched with sensitivity. Rolling your tongue over his tip, the salty liquid coated the insides of your mouth. Moaning, you finally wrapped your mouth over his tip and slowly inched down to his v line. His hands instinctively flew to the top of your head, grasping your hair to guide you for his ultimate pleasure.

Loving the feeling of his long fingers pulling at your hair, you pushed further, hollowing out your mouth, and slid more of his length down your warm throat.

“Shit” he panted out.

His hands faltered for a moment and you sucked in your cheeks creating a vacuum tight grip on his cock as you ascended back up. His neck craned forward and his eyes shot open as the sensation was just too good.

Laughing darkly, he grabbed your chin and led your mouth to his. Crawling up to his face, you stared at him lovingly before indulging in your own satisfaction.

He tasted himself on your soft lips, but he didn’t care. He loved the feeling of you; heavy on his hot body breathing heavily in pure lust. His erection poked at your hipbone as you kissed down his jaw. You knew all of his sweet spots and make extra sure to leaving deep dark hickies, for all his coworkers to see tomorrow morning, on them.

His deep guttural groan echoed in your ears and it sounded like sin as it made you pool between your legs.

Spreading your thighs a little bit over one of his, you rocked lightly to release some pressure building at your core.

“Sweet baby girl~” he cooed “if you do that, I won’t be able to control myself anymore~”

The thought of Jungkook going all out on your lustful body left you breathless. Picking up your pace, your slick juices coated the flesh of his thigh and he gripped at your shoulders tightly trying to save the last of his restraint. Grinding onto his leg and nipping at his neck, he finally lost it.

Flipping you over with lightening speed, he stared down at you like prey. The flicker of candle light danced on his gorgeous face, and you were ready to be devoured.

Kissing down your collarbone and teething at the bone, nerves shot hot waves down to your core. Grabbing at his hair, you pulled and tangled your fingers as he trailed more kisses down the middle of your breasts and to the center of your stomach, inching closer and closer to the place you wanted him to touch the most.

Looking up he stared at your hooded eyes. “Hmmmmm…. Baby~ what should I do?” He purred “Should I go here?” He teased while kissing at the tips of your hips.

“Should I go here?” He continued while gently biting the inside of your thighs.

“Or should I go here?” He said with hot breath running over the burning heat of your core.

Wetness coated the top of your radiating flesh as it glistened before him.

“Kookie~” you whined, desperate for his mouth to be on you.

The sound of his pet name set him into a frenzy and quickly raised his fingers to spread you open. The sudden cool air attacked your core but was soon forgotten as his hot, wet mouth replaced it.

Swirling his tongue over your clit, lightening bolts of pleasure burst down your spin, making you arch you back into the air. Your hands flew to your breasts and started pinching at your nipples as his tongue laved up and down your slit. Sucking hard on your sensitive bud, you screamed out his name in ecstasy while grinding on his face.

Juices poured onto his tongue as he continued to ravish you. His teeth slightly nipped at your bud making you scream even louder and sit up while reaching for his head. “Jungkook” you panted hotly.

His mouth was painted with your love, but he didn’t care as he laid you down again on the soft cushions and kissed you passionately. Tongues clashed together and sweetness was shared between the two of you as he reached in between your gyrating bodies. He gripped his solid length and rubbed it up and down your slit collecting slickness at his tip.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you wriggled your center along with him. “Put it in” you chanted. He quickly obliged and hung his head low to watch himself disappear in you.

Your walls stretched to his familiar length, but your breath caught as the feeling never got old. Leaning his forehead down in the middle of your chest, he continued to ease in, until he hit his base and both your bodies were fully connected.

Feeling complete, you adjusted to his throbbing cock and stared rolling your hips. Snapping his head back up at you, he looked into your hungry eyes and started thrusting in sync.

His hands gripped at your sides, sure to leave bruises, and he sped up his pace. Soon the slapping sound of skin against skin filled the air as his languid dick rocked your whole body.

Thrust turned into pounds and soon the headboard of the bed was slamming against the wall, surely awakening you neighbors. Your nails raked down his back leaving red welts to mark him as your own.

He sat up and gripped your thighs for a better angle, which he quickly found. His face contorted with pleasure as his mouth hung open and his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he growled with pleasure.

Hearing his husky voice you clenched your walls in response making him grip tighter at you soft flesh.

“God Jungkook!” You panted “Fuck me harder~ Harder~ HARDER”

He crashed his hands on either side of your head and stared down at your rocking body. His hips railed into yours as his cock was aching for release. Slipping a hand down to your core, he vigorously rubbed at your clit, sending you into oblivion. Your chest crashed into his as your hips raised for more and you felt your release knocking at your door.

Moaning passionately, your body clenched and after one final thrust his rock hard body tensed above you. Your orgasm shook your whole system. Shivers fell down your spine and you shook and twitched with sensitivity. Your mouth was wide open but you couldn’t make a sound as the release of built up pressure was almost too much for you to handle.

Hot liquid poured against your walls as Jungkook twitched inside you. Labored breathing filled the air as sex claimed two more victims for the night.

Crashing on top of you Jungkook pressed a tired kiss against your temple before getting up and dragging you along with him.

Protesting with groans he led you to the shower. “Happy Easter” he said with a bunny smile. Wrapping your hands around the back side of his waist you smiled into his broad back, “Happy Easter”.

Here’s another smutty story. I hope you like it. If you want any other requests, just ask. The kinkier the better ;) Happy Easter! … if you celebrate it.. if not Happy Sunday!

No One Else

Supernatural One Shot

DeanxReader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,905

Request: Dean takes you out on a date and the waitress flirts with him throughout the entire dinner and makes you insecure about yourself and after dinner when you aren’t acting the way that he thought you would and finds out what you’re feeling.

Tonight was supposed to be perfect. Tonight was supposed to be a night to remember. Tonight was supposed to be just him and me. But not really goes as you plan.

I had been waiting for this night for weeks. A good proper date. Not something fake for a job to get into some gala. I was overjoyed when he told me…asked me if I wanted to go out for the night. My heart nearly exploded. I couldn’t speak coherent sentences. I remember the smile on his face when I fumbled over my words. He lifted me off the ground in a back-breaking hug and when he set me down, he kissed me briefly before disappearing to do God knows what.

For two weeks I had imagined how the date would play out. What I would say. What he would do. What might happen after the date. And when I would ask him about where he was going, he wouldn’t tell me. He let my mind wander to what our date was going to be like and frankly I wouldn’t really care if we just went to go and get burgers. The only thing that he would share with me though was that I needed to dress nice. And when the evening arrived, I was dressed in a black gown that swept the floor and had an open back. Dean could barely keep his eyes off of me. But when he got to the restaurant, everything seemed to go downhill.

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Ouija Board Experiences

Taken from Reddit

Lost Loves

While stationed in Germany in the early 2000’s me and a group of friends decided to play the Ouija board in our military dorm rooms. Only four of us actually played while a couple more people drank and watched us. After a couple minutes of us joking around we started asking more serious questions. We eventually got in contact with a teen girl who told us she was looking for her bf. She said that they were driving back from a Grateful Dead concert when they crashed their car and died, and she hasn’t seen him since. The road they crashed on was one we knew well; it connected two Air Force bases and was pretty curvy and dangerous, and a lot of people had crashed and died driving it. After a couple minutes of small talk she told us she had to leave but asked us if we could please find her bf for her and gave us his name (I forgot it over the years). We eventually were able to make contact with him, and when we asked him if he knew Sheryl (the girls name) he said yes. She was his true love and he regretted not being able to be with her, and missed her very much. He told us to tell her that he’d always love her and that he was sorry. When we asked him what he was sorry about he just spelled out random letters until he eventually stopped communicating with us. After around 10 minutes of unsuccessfully trying to get in touch with Sheryl and her bf again, we finally got in contact with an older woman. She seemed really sweet and nice, and she said she knew Sheryl. When we asked her why she was unable to find her bf she said it was because Sheryl was in heaven and her bf was in HELL. It was at that moment where the candles in the room flickered out, and we all jumped up and turned the lights on. Needless to say everyone got pretty freaked out and decided to stop playing, and we never really talked about it after that.

Predictions

My step dad is the kind of man that doesn’t lie, ever. Which is why i believe his his story about a Ouija board experience he had when he was younger.

He said he had friends over and had a Ouija board and they wanted to play. After a bit of playing around, they made contact with a……being that said it was a demon. His friends were asking it questions but he said the thing pinpointed him. It told my step dad it would visit him again later after midnight. Thoroughly freaked, they put theboard away. My step dad fell asleep and with dead seriousness, said he was woken right after 12 by it. Now the demin had told them uts name by my step dad refused to tell me, he was genuinely afraid. Anyway he said this thing woke him, it was sitting at the end of his bed, grinning. He said it was small and evil as **** looking, just grinning at him. The thing told him his first child would die and it left.
My step dad said afterwards that he tried to get rid of the board, he first threw it out with the trash. But it didnt work. He said a few days later, a little black boy that he had never seen in the neighborhood, showed up at his door with the board. He handed it to my step dad and said this is yours and left. So now super freaked, my step dad tried to burn it, but it wouldnt catch fire, the fire kept dieing no matter what he did. So then he dug a very deep hole, put the board in it, placed a bible on top and buried it. Hes not seen the board since.

As far as what the demon predicted, it came true. His first wife miscarried at 3 months.

ZoZo

This actually happened to me about two weeks ago.

Two good friends of mine who live a state over decided to come visit me on a whim. We bought some “good time” supplies and one night, really really late, we had all sobered up and found ourselves with nothing to do. One of my friends, we’ll call her Alex, and I had already messed with a Ouija board before on a few occasions. We both know a lot about them and managed to rally up the hopes of our respective boyfriends. “Let’s get scared! Let’s just freak ourselves out!” Neither of the men were true believers, so we figured, why not? Something to do.

So we made a Ouija board. Nobody ever tells you that playing with a Ouija board is a good, safe, or fun thing to do. Ever. Prior to this night, I did actually think they were fun. But quickly, I understood why so many people had warned me of the board.

For the first ten or fifteen minutes, it was mostly us just asking questions to empty air. Then Alex suggested that we turn out the lights. We lit candles, turned the radio on to white noise, and let the room get dark. That’s when things started to get weird. The planchette, before we could even ask if there was anything there, moved very quickly to hello. To which I asked, “Who are you?” The static noise from the radio stopped. It was dead silent. The planchette spelled out, very quickly, Zozo. I can’t remember specifically all of the questions we asked, but I remember some of the answers. It told us to “get help”, and when we asked for whom, it spelled out “white cat”. That’s my big kitty, Sly Pooper, and the next day he was limping with a hurt rear leg. He was fine the day before. I don’t know what happened. When we asked Zozo to give us a sign of his presence, he spelled out “stop”. Around that time we started to hear weird screeching noises coming from the radio, but I figured it was just interference and turned it off.

Then half of the things on top of my fridge fell to the floor. A bag of bananas, a container of garlic cloves, a glass dish, and a bag of onions, crashed onto the floor in a big heap, and before I could even react, half of the candles blew out, too. We acknowledged Zozo out loud and thanked him. I have lived in this apartment for ten months, and I’ve never seen anything like that happen. I was freaked out. It was getting real.

We decided to ask Zozo to leave, he told us no. We decided to tell it to leave, the planchette kept going back from hello to no, it did this seven or eight times. My two friends took their fingers off the planchette. They were scared. My boyfriend and I were the only ones with fingers on it. I was the designated medium, but out of nowhere my boyfriend demanded Zozo to leave because he was not welcome in our home. My brain was like, what a bad fucking idea. We began to try and move the planchette in circles like you do when you’re expecting an answer, and all of the sudden, it fucking stopped the “hello” spot of the board and would not fucking move. We actually slid the whole board off the table trying to get it to move. It was being pushed down, hard. My boyfriend and I only had a finger each on it. I guess anything is possible, but I can’t see how it could have been him, and I know it wasn’t me.

The next morning I folded the board into three and buried it off of a nature trail at the edge of my town. There were really weird things happening in our house until recently. While I was in the bathroom late at night, what looked like two feet was obstructing the light shining under the door. The door to our office locks from the outside, and while my boyfriend and I were in there, it locked. His two year old was in bed sleeping, I just don’t think she’s agile or tall enough to lock that door without anyone hearing her/noticing. Plus, that thing with my cat’s hurt back leg. We would hear things in our bedroom being thrown around, and what sounded like people walking around in our living room at night. It all sort of gradually stopped. Nothing really obtrusive has been happening lately.

Dreamer’s Paradise

Rated: R for depictions of torture and some sexual content.
Summary: Where can you go but your dreams when real life is too hard? What if those dreams turn on you and real life is all that you have to cling to? …what if they’re both impossible to bear?
Note: Find me on AO3. This is submitted from a roleplay account that is on hiatus.

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