i got stuck in my sheet

Pants on Fire - Kai Parker smut

There was a moment of silence as a thud upstairs was heard right above the dinner table, a few curse words followed after a yelp of pain. The chandelier shook a bit and I blushed as I looked back at my family.

I swallowed. “Will you excuse me?” I bit my lip and rushed upstairs, my palms sweaty. I specifically told Kai not to come over tonight. My grandparents were visiting and they knew, oh boy, did they know, about what a misbehaving disaster Kai Parker was.

I opened the door to my room and spotted Kai stuck in my window, his ankle smashed between the pane and the actual window.

I put my index finger against my mouth to get him to be quiet. I closed the door behind me and locked it, helping him in.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered, blushing as he took a long look of my whole body. I was wearing a fuzzy sweater and some old mom jeans.

The light in my room was rosy from the pink light bulb in my lamp and Kai smelled like cinnamon. It was cold outside so he was kind of shivering.

“Is it wrong to want to actually see you?” He smiled. “You know, your one word texts aren’t exactly the kind of consolation I expect after our night of intimacy.” He raised his eyebrows, referring to the oral we exchanged the last time we saw each other. “By the way, you’re possibly the worst texter in the world.”

“Will you shut up? My grandparents, who hate you might I add, are right down stairs.” I put my hand on his chest as he pulled me into his body.

“That’s why you wore this?” He poked fun at the sweater I got for Christmas last year. “I’m not complaining, it’s definitely soft.” He pushed my hair over my shoulder, the cool steel of his rings making me shiver. He pressed sweet wet little kisses on my chin and jaw, lightly on my neck.

“Kai.” I pulled away, my breath caught in my throat. “Seriously, you should go.” My knees nearly gave out at the crooked smile he gave me next.

“Let me guess, they think you’re a little saint, hmm?” He ran his thumb over my mouth, his fingers dancing on the sensitive flesh of my neck. “Ill bet they’ve never even heard you utter a single swear word.” He said.

I’ll admit that when I first met Kai, I was amused at how much character he had. Character that my parents definitely wouldn’t like and maybe that’s what intrigued me so much.

“Sweetie!” My mother’s heels woke me from my trance. My eyes opened and I jumped into action. “Is everything okay?” She knocked at my door and tried opening it. “You know I don’t like locked doors in my home.”

I pushed Kai into my bathroom and slammed the door, running over to the door and unlocking it. “Hey, mom, I’m fine. I just had a st-tomach ache.” I swallowed.

“What was that noise earlier?” She looked around my room, precisely at the half opened window. I blushed crimson. I knew that she knew.

“Oh, it was the cat. The dogs must have chased her out and got her caught in the tree and she came in through the win-” I started and my mother stopped me.

“Please use the front door next time.” She said in the direction of the bathroom. I almost died.

“Will do!” Kai answered and I covered my face.

My mother patted my shoulder and gave me a quick goodnight kiss. “Goodnight, sweetie. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

I closed the door after she left, swallowing the throw up in my mouth after nervously tucking my hair behind my ear.

“You’re the worst liar, too.” Kai came out of the bathroom applying some of my floral lotion on his hands. I rolled my eyes.

“That was so embarrassing.” I sighed. “You know, I can’t – do it – with you if my whole family is downstairs and they know you’re here.” I blushed.

He raised his eyebrows, an amused smile on his face. “Do what, my sweetheart?” He laid on the bed, grabbing my journal from the nightstand.

“Hey, give me that, you jerk!” I lunged at him, attempting to grab my journal back. He opened it up to a random page and I almost cried. “Kai, I swear, I’ll kick you in the nuts.” I said, swinging my leg over his waist to grab the book.

“Jeez, girl, what’s so secretive? Loving relationships don’t have secrets.” He said and I stopped struggling, staring at him.

He stared back up at me, his eyes so pretty, a perfect nose. My whole body warmed up a good five degrees.

He threw my journal aside and grabbed my face, rolling me onto the bed as he gave my warm mouth a languid kiss. My breathing picked up the pace, his hands on my neck.

“Oh, god.” Kai said as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled my sweater up my stomach, pulling away so I could sit up and let him take the damn thing off of me.

I tore off the black jacket he wore and pulled his black shirt up, finally feeling his warm skin. I blushed as he resumed to kiss my skin, sucking patterns on my chest and being gentle on my breasts.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned, pulling at my jeans. I arched my back as he took them off.

He kissed my mouth again, his hand tangled in my hair. I pressed my body up to his, craving the warmth of his skin against mine.

“Look at you, baby. So ready for me to fuck you.” He almost groaned. I hoped that my grandparents had left and my parents couldn’t hear any of this.

“Kai-” I started and my mouth went wide when his palm pressed against the apex of my inner thighs. He giggled maniacally, pulling my underwear from me and spreading my legs.

I swallowed as took off his jeans as well.

“You’re so cute, you know. All horny and warm for me.” He kissed my mouth again. I couldn’t breathe as he took off his briefs, grinning at me.

“Kai.” He shushed me, his finger pressed against my lips. He stuck it in my mouth and I tasted the cinnamon. Maybe he had been eating the cupcakes I baked for him last weekend.

Suddenly, his penis was touching me and my breath hitched. He looked into my eyes, running his hand down my body all in concentration.

“Are you nervous?” He smiled very small, his face close to mine as he got into position. His other hand rested above my head, fist in the pink cotton of my bed sheets. I wrapped my arms up and around his neck.

“Yeah.” I responded, my voice weak and not mine as he ran the tip of his penis lightly against my wetness.

“So am I.” He admitted. “May I?” He asked and I almost rolled my eyes. I nodded. He pushed himself inside of me and we both let out breaths.

I felt the muscles on his back contract and release. He let his arms give out and he held my hips, his mouth pressed against the shell of my ear, which was on fire.

“Aw, fuck.” He mumbled quietly as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. “So-o good.” He swallowed thickly.

“Faster.” I blushed as I felt him smile against me. He pushed himself back up and thrusted his hips in rapidly. I let out a soft moan and covered my mouth, which did nothing because a second moan escaped my mouth and it was louder.

I almost screamed as he hit a certain place inside me that made a fire combust out of nowhere.

“Right there.” I let him know and almost floated off of the bed as he continued hitting the same place.

“Right there?” He grabbed my ass and lifted me up a little. I moved my hips against his like a mad woman. He almost couldn’t keep up as I strained to get myself off.

“Kai, Kai, Kai, K-ai-” I moaned and he kissed my open mouth, pulling me against him with his arm around my back, his cold rings making me arch it.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He buried his nose in my neck, his rapid breaths tickling me.

“I want to be on top.” I said quietly. He didn’t even blink before he rolled onto the bed. I sat on him, hiding my face in my hair as I pressed my hands against his chest and sprung myself up and down using the strength if my legs. He reached up to pull my hair back and grab my tits with his big, cold hands.

He watched me intently, little whimpers and moans coming from his open mouth. He met my movements, a drop of sweat falling from my nose to his lip. He licked it off and I closed my eyes.

“I’m – fuck – I’m coming.” I said quietly, my nails making red marks on his skin. I ran my hands up and on each side of his face, looking him in the eyes as he grabbed my hips and lifted himself up to fuck me harder.

I leaned over and let out a loud moan into my crochet pillow. He moaned under me, his mouth catching my breast. He licked my skin, helping me move against him.

We both stopped and I pulled away from my pillow, meshing my mouth with his wet one, hair in both of our sweating faces. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and my mouth opened to it’s full capacity.

He jerked up into me once more and I came as he did, his hips twitching. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, sighing shakily and getting off of him.

It took a while of laying on his arm there to get my breath in order. He pulled my bunny comforter over our bodies and played in my hair with his long fingers.

“You’re in love with me.” Kai said. I smiled a little, twisting his nipple lightly in between my fingers.

“Am not.” I denied weakly.

“You’re the worst liar.” He repeated.

My BTS wings experience

I will start this off with saying I lined up at 2pm on Wednesday the night before. So yes I camped out & was number 35 in line

It was so cold I literally thought I was going to freeze to death and I would never make it too Thursday night to see BTS. Skipping all that I will say the line up process for so messy and people were trying to cut even when we were in numerical order. Let me tell y'all when they opened those doors. It was a fucking stampede and security was SCARED.

They let us in so slow. My friend got through easily. Then I got through easily. But my other friend they was patting her down We were stuck. When I tell you I grabbed her hand and dipped. I DIPPED. No one was getting in the front of me. But luckily we caught up to my friend.

Then they gave us a whole speech on no running but I was like no one is gonna listen. Which they didn’t. But me and friends got barricade 

They kept playing the songs and music videos over and over which I didn’t care because it’s BTS. When it started and the introduction was playing on the middle screen aka the sheet I almost shit myself. Then when not today started the sheet didn’t even fall all the way and Namjoon was so confused. It was stuck but eventually it fell. Then it got real! (Video)

For the solo stages Begin was first  and the choreography was so much better in person. He’s so talented. Then next was Lie I believe and I barely recorded it because Jimin is so unreal I was so shooked.

Namjoon stage was so cute and us shouting “We love you!” The smile on his face and his dimples. Lawd Then next was Tae. I almost cried tears of joy because he really did that. (Video).

Cypher was so fucking LIT


When they came through the floor with “Lost” I was blessed with Tan skin (Video)

Tae was standing there for so long. I kept making eye contact. He fixed his hat so I involuntary fixed my hat when he did it. He smiled @ me

This part almost made me cry (Video).

They’re cutest beans ever. Actual sunshine. (Video)

Look at how happy Jimin was to see my banner and I wasn’t expecting anything at all!

HERE IT IS! THANK GOD FOR THAT BANNER. THE WAY JIMIN SKIPPED OVER TOWARDS ME! The video

Finish


1st I’m just gonna say that me and my friends are like magnets to BTS.

After the show they pulled up next to us on the highway and we waved to them and I’m not sure who, but someone waved back

and it just so happens that today we were walking down the block and saw Rap Mon taking his picture.

Blessed

Also Ran into JRE in Ktown. So sweet. Nice seeing him again

Sincerely_Kpop

Studying? I think not/// Ethan Cutkosky SMUT

Studying? I think not//Ethan Cutkosky SMUT

Word count: 2008

Warnings: full on smut


(Y/N)’s p.o.v

I anxiously bit my lip, today was the day Ethan was coming back from playlist.

He offered for me to go with him but I turned him down, I had to stay here and deal with school, it was currently midterm week and I needed to study.

I had recently finished my first five test, Writing, Reading, history and Science. I now had to take my Latin and math one, the two I knew I would fail.

I mean I’m not bad at math it’s just not my strong suit, and neither is Latin.

I texted Ethan and told him about it and he told me as soon as he unpacked he would come over and help me study. But little did I know he had other plans.

“Hey babe” Ethan said kissing the side of my head. I smiled.

“Hey” I mumbled while wrapping my arms around him, he was like a huge teddy bear.

“Alright, let’s get started” he said.

I pulled out my Latin binder, Latin worksheets, Latin translations, and Latin textbook.

Ethan rubbed the side of his head, “why didn’t you pick Spanish”

I rolled my eyes “I didn’t pick Spanish because I can’t make a decision until high school, I’m still in eighth grade remember?”

Ethan only sighed and got in a comfortable position on my bed.

“Let’s start with translating some sentences then we can work on Roman numerals and derivatives” Ethan said looking through my stuff. I nodded my head.

“Alright can you translate this sentence ‘ubi est nilus fluvius?’ ”

I smiled “easy, where is the Nile river”

Ethan smiled “correct, ok next sentence 'Africa et Europa in Rheni fluminis’”

“The Rhine river is not in Africa but Europe” i responded.

“Correct babygirl”

Ethan leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips. I giggled and pulled away.

“Come on lover boy, you said you would help me study, not make out with me”

“But I prefer this much more” he mumbled on my lips.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. “Come on, the faster we get threw this, the more time we’ll have together to do what you want”

He only sighed and we continued practicing Translations.

“Ok, we’ve gone threw almost 90 translations, can we move onto Roman numerals and derivatives?” Ethan asked.

“Yup” he opened my binder and flipped to the second column and opened the rings to take out my derivative and Roman numerals worksheet.

“Ok, so when i say the number in Latin, say it in English and name one derivative, ok?” He explained.

I nodded, “seams simple enough”

“Alright, unum”

“The number is one and a derivative could be unison”

“Duo”

“The number is two and a derivative is duplex”

“Quinque”

“Five, quintet”

“Sex”

“Six, sextuplets”

We went on and stoped at thirty.

“Alright I think your in pretty good shape (y/n)”

I blushed, “thanks, now. Time for math”.

I reached over for my bag and pulled out the algebra textbook and my notebook.

“I don’t need as much help with math, I just need help with slope intersect form, and all the lines that have to do with slope and graphing”

Ethan’s p.o.v

I watched as she grabbed her backpack and took out her textbook and notebook, she looked so pretty.

Her hair was up in a high ponytail and some strands of hair had fallen out. She was wearing my oversized sweatshirt that I had left here a before I left for playlist. She had paired the sweatshirt with some shorts.

Her mouth was open and words were coming out but I couldn’t focus on them, I was too busy checking her out.

“Hellooo, earth the Ethan?” (y/n) said whiles snapping her fingers in front of my face.

“Mhhh, what as that?” I asked.

(y/n) rolled her eyes “I said, I don’t need as much help with math, I just need help with slop intersect form, and all the lines that have to do with slope and graphing” she repeated.

I nodded “ok, let’s get started”

I took her textbook and opened it to a bookmarked page that was highlighted with different colors and little notes on the margin.

I then opened up her notebook to the first page and see a bunch of notes. Something’s were highlighted and there were notes on the side just like her textbook.

“Why do you highlight things and write notes everywhere?”

“The highlighters all have their own meaning. Yellow means I totally understand what I’m learning, pink means I I’m completely lost, and orange means I somewhat get it. The notes are supposed to help me when we take open book quizzes” she said sheepishly.

“I got the idea from teen wolf, remember? You were there. We were cuddling on my bed while catching up on the series because I wanted to and you agreed to it for some odd reason, stiles was helping malia study and he asked her why she highlighted things” she continued on.

I nodded my head remembering. “Does it help you?”

“Yeah, it works out perfectly. I stay after school and get help with the stuff that are pink”

I sighed. “Ok, well les get to work”

I skimmed threw her textbook and saw some practice Problems that she had highlighted pink.

“Ok (y/n) what are the two slope equations that you have to know?”

“Umm, y=mx+b and y1-y=m(x-x1)?”

“You partially got it right the second formula is y-y1=m(x-x1)”

She nodded and i looked at her notebook and asked her.

“How do you find slope?”

“You have to have your y and x axis graphed then you do y2-y1 over x2-x1 and you have your slope”

I nodded “you got it right, let’s try a problem”

“Ok”

“Passes through (-2,5) and (3,9)”

“Ok so first you have to find the slope so you do y2-y1 over x2-x1 and you get 4/5 as your slope, then you fill in the numbers and it will be y-5=4/5(x-(-2))”

I smiled “yup, your so smart baby girl” I cooed.

She only blushed and looked down I chuckled at her.

“Ok time for graphing, state the x and y intercepts for the function, then graph the function”

(y/n) reached over and grabbed her graphing book.

“The function is 2x - 3y = 6, solve it”

(y/n) waisted no time. She quickly jotted down the function and stared plugging in numbers for each side to find x and y. When she did she bit down on her pencil and furrowed her eyebrows obviously confused. She then erased half of her work and plugged in zero to see where that would get her, after she did that she found the intercepts and graphed the function.

She handed me the notebook and I looked down at her work, it was messy but clean and the same time. I checked the work and handed it back and nodded my head.

We continued to study until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“(y/n) we’ve went over everything, your so smart you need to have faith in yourself babygirl”

She nodded and rubbed her eyes.

“Now, time to have fun” i smirked.

I started to take all of her books, papers, and binders off of her bed so that it was just me and her.

I gently pushed her so she was laying down on the bed and started leaving wet butterfly kisses from up her neck to her lips.

She tangled her hands in my hair and kissed me harder. She wrapped her legs around my waist.


We continued kissing for a while before I pulled away to take off my shirt and 'her’ sweatshirt.

I looked at her and saw that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I let out a low growl and mumbled 'fuck’.

She blushed and covered her chest.

“Don’t babygirl, your beautiful” I said while unraveling her arms from her chest.

I leaned down and left love bites on her collarbone. I didn’t leave a lot, I knew she didn’t like it when I left them out in the open, she would get in trouble for it.

I took her right breast into my hand and sucked on it. I bit down on her nipple and it turned into a hard bud. I did this to the other breast.

I then moved down and teasingly started to pull off her shorts. She whined at my slow pace and took matters into her own hands and ripped off her shorts

I smirked. Only I had this effect on her.

I sucked in a harsh breath when I saw her white lace underwear. I could feel myself hardening even more.

I took off her underwear and placed my head in between her legs and placed wet kisses on the inside of her thighs.

I stopped when my lips met her heat. I inhaled and kissed her clit. She moaned my name and fisted the sheets.

I then stuck my tongue inside her and moved it around a little. I then brought up my hand and stuck in my index finger.

“Ethan” (y/n) moaned. She grabbed my hair and pushed my head in deeper. I grabbed her hands and placed them back down. And started going faster making (y/n) squirm, moan, and play with my hair.

“Ethan, I-I-I’m going to-”

“I got you babygirl” my pace fastened and (y/n) arched her back and came in my mouth and hand. I swallowed it all and licked her clean. I then sucked off the rest of her juices that was on my hand.

I stood and took off my pants and boxers my member sprung up and hit my stomach. (y/n) got up and sat on the edge of her bed and took my length into her hands.

She licked the tip and slowly slid it into her mouth. What she couldn’t fit in her mouth she wrapped her fingers around and massaged.

“Mhhh, babygirl right there I said while wrapping her hair around my hands and pushing my length farther into her mouth.

She started bobbing her head up and down. I moaned and released into her mouth.

She swallowed it all and I picked her up and placed her on the bed and positioned myself at her entrance.

"Ready babygirl?” She nodded her head in respons. I slowly slid myself in and waited for her to get used to my size. When she did I started going faster.

“Mghhh, Ethan fatserrr” I oblige and went faster slamming in and out of her.

“Princess I’m going to come”

“Me too”

“On the count of three, ok?”

“Ok”

I got in a few more thrust before I pulled out and came on her stomach.

I got off of her bed and went into her bathroom and got some paper napkins and went back to her room to wipe off the seamen that was on her stomach.

“I love you” I cooed before kissing her lips

“I love you t-”

“(y/n), honey are you home?”

(y/n) and I looked at each other at he sound of her moms voice. We shot up and quickly put on our cloths.

I opened her window and she sprayed some of her perfume. We jumped on her bed and I grabbed some flashcards from the floor and fixed my hair.

“What’s osmosis?” I questioned just as her mom opened her door.

“(y/n) what have I told you about closing the door when you have Ethan over? This door is to stay open. Okay?” Her mom said.

(y/n) smiled and nodded “alright mom”

“Hello Ethan”

I smiled and waved “hey Mrs. (y/l/n)”

Her mom smiled and walked out he door. (y/n) and I let out sighs and fell back on her bed.

“That was close” I mumbled.

It’s about that time again. After asking twitter when I should share it and an overwhelming vote in favor of “now, you asshole,” I’m excited to share the official playlist for THE EDGE OF THE ABYSS!

Like last time, I’ve included a note about what each song is there for, and the songs are roughly in story order. This, of course, leads to a caveat: while I’ve done my best to keep things vague, the deeper you go and the closer you read, the more you wander into potential spoiler territory. 

This playlist grew alongside the book—some songs corresponding to certain scenes, others lending themselves more to the overall vibe. Those of you who’ve read already can probably see their influence and the ways they reflect the story. Those of you who haven’t… buckle up.

  1. So Far From Your Weapon // The Dead Weather // there’s a bullet in my pocket burning a hole / you’re so far from your weapon and the place you were born // a song for lookout duty
  2. Winter // Daughter // drifting apart like two sheets of ice, my love / frozen hearts growing colder with time // a song for three weeks of silence
  3. Blame // Bastille // fall upon your knees, saying ‘this is my body and soul here’ / fall and beg and plead, saying ‘you’ve got the power and control’ / don’t pin it all on me // a song for swift at the door
  4. Gun // CHVRCHES // who are you to tell me how to keep myself afloat? / i tread the water all the while / you stuck in the knife that you held at my back // a song for bleeding lips and finding balance
  5. Get Home // Bastille // how am i gonna get myself back home? // a song for a question
  6. Mother & Father // BROODS // ever since i left my mother, it’s much harder to know / how to make my own life here, how to make my own home // a song for a heart too empty
  7. We the Common // Thao & The Get Down Stay Down // all they wanted was a villain, a villain / and all they had was me / all they wanted was a villain, a villain / so then they just took me // a song for cas and the salt
  8. Beggin For Thread // Banks // strapped down to something that you don’t understand / don’t know what you were getting yourself into / you should have known / secretly i think you knew  // a song for cas and the bind
  9. Ships in the Night // Mat Kearney // turn the lights down low / walk these halls alone / we can feel so far from so close // a song for trying to make it work
  10. Black Water // Of Monsters And Men // swallowed by a vicious, vengeful sea / darker days are raining over me / in the deepest depths i lost myself / i see myself through someone else // a song for cas
  11. Trouble // Neon Jungle // they say here comes a hurricane / trouble is her middle name / but i don’t look for trouble / yeah, trouble looks for me // a song for swift at the helm of a needleboat
  12. Hell and Back // The Airborne Toxic Event // and you took me to hell and back / how many times can i walk away from you? // a song for a new year
  13. I’m So Sorry // Imagine Dragons // so you gotta fire up / you gotta let go / you’ll never be loved ‘til you’ve made your own // a song for meeting an old friend in the middle of a storm
  14. Bullets // Rebecca & Fiona // don’t make me show you how weak you are / hurts like bullets between these walls // a song for a punching bag
  15. The Draw // Bastille // in my left hand there is the familiar / in my right hand there’s the great unknown // a song for cas’s turmoil
  16. Leave A Trace // CHVRCHES // i have somehow got away with everything / anything you ever did was strictly by design / but you got it wrong / and i’ll go anywhere but there // a song for cas, the knife
  17. Ghost Towns // Radical Face // but i miss you / but there’s no coming home / there’s no coming home with a name like mine // a song for cas and tom
  18. We Sink // CHVRCHES // we are / i’ve come apart and you made me / float like / a pretty box of your evil // a song for young leadership
  19. Cliffs Edge // Hayley Kiyoko // cliff’s edge, you turn me on / you lead me on / you’ve got me on a cliff’s edge / where i belong // a song for a cold bottle of beer on the trainer deck
  20. Everybody Wants To Rule The World // Lorde // help me make the most of freedom / and of pleasure / nothing ever lasts forever // a song for second times
  21. This Is Why We Fight // The Decemberists // so come to me / come to me / lay your arms around me / this is why / this is why we fight // a song for the last stand 
  22. I Bet My Life // Imagine Dragons // i know i took the path that you would never want for me / i know i let you down, didn’t i? // a song for new ships on the horizon
  23. Home // American Authors // i’m not trying to part the ocean waves / i’m not trying to overthrow the throne / i’m just trying to find a way to make it back home  // a song for the end in sight
  24. Monster Lead Me Home // Sara Hartman // where there is nowhere to hide / stranger on the other side / we walk in shadows / monster lead me home // a song for cutting a deal
  25. Love Me Again // John Newman // i need to know now / know now, can you love me again? // a song for new beginnings in the bones of old ones
How To Love

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Song: The Crying Game - Nicki Minaj

A/N: This is definitely on the more angst-y side of Dean. I know this isn’t as long as a regular one-shot, but I think it’s for the better that way since I will most probably continue with a few more installments (which I will try to post weekly!) The song I linked above played a huge role in this one-shot, not only is it a favorite of mine, but I think it fits perfectly with what happens in this one-shot. Please message/chat me any comments on this, or if you just wanna discuss! I love hearing from all of you – Enjoy! Also: big thanks to my friend Fem for being a VERY patient editor!

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Dean slammed the door shut with such force that the room practically shook.

“What the fuck was that?” He directed his anger at you. You peeled off your jacket and threw it across the room, not necessarily caring where it landed.

“What the fuck was that?” You repeated his question in a mock tone, “Fuck off, Dean.”

He took in a deep breath and clenched his jaw while you busied yourself with the gash running down your arm. The caking blood stuck your shirt to your skin and you began to lift it off, when his voice interrupted.

“I don’t know what the hell you thought you were gonna pull back there, but it nearly killed all of us.” His voice was rough as he spoke.

Finally speaking up, Sam said, “Lay off her.” You watched as he grabbed a towel and slammed the bathroom door shut. You didn’t say another word to Dean until you heard the shower water rushing.

“What I was gonna pull? Are you serious?” You grabbed a bottle of whiskey as you spoke. “The wendigo was going to snap your fucking neck! What? Was I not supposed to try and stop it?”

Dean stepped closer to you, “Not by going hand to hand with it! That’s a death wish.”

“I knew wh-”

“No!” His voice began to rise, “I could have handled it! What I can’t handle is you dying because you thought that I might.”

You stared at him in disbelief; his rock hard glare nearly bringing you to tears.

“Then, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I ever even thought of helping you.” You turned away from him and walked into the kitchen. Given, the motel room was small, but it put space between you and Dean.

The hiss that escaped your lips seconds later, was unavoidable. That alcohol burned the wound like a motherfucker. This had to be the deepest cut you’d ever gotten.

“Y/N.” Dean pleaded, but you weren’t sure for what. Him simply saying your name sent you over the edge and tears began to spill silently down your cheeks; eventually finding home between your lips.

“What?” You asked, “I already apologized.”

You hadn’t noticed that he walked over and was standing immediately behind you. When you turned, you hit his torso.

“That was a bullshit apology.” He took a towel and dampened it. Next thing you knew, he was pressing it against your arm to stop whatever blood was still finding its way out from the cut.

“Then what?” You whispered. “You wanna hear me say I’ll never do it again?”

He poured some alcohol onto your skin. “I do.”

You parted your lips, and before you could get another word out he continued with, “But, what you did, I just realized I would’ve done the same thing. I just…” Dean popped open the first aid box, “I don’t want to lose you.”

You had no response, no words were developing.

“So, don’t apologize. Just promise me that I’ll be the one in this relationship who makes the stupid decisions.” He said just as he placed a thick sheet of gauze against your wound.

You exhaled and set your jaw, “Relationship?”

He laughed bitterly, “That’s what you got out of everything I just told you?”

“Pretty much.” You said as he finally stuck on the last bandage. “After every hunt,” You began to say, stepping back from him, “You find something to fault me with.”

He stared at you in a way he never had, and you backed up until your ass hit the stove.

“Actually, scratch that. You find a problem with not only my hunting style, but every, little, single, thing that I do. Just last week you had a bitch fit because I bought the wrong alcohol!” You shouted, narrowing your eyes at him.

Dean’s lips parted as if he would begin to say something when you continued with, “Over alcohol, Dean! What was the point of that, huh?”

He stepped closer to you and god knows, if only there was more room, you’d jump even further back.

“Have you ever thought,” anger swelled up in his voice, “that maybe I get so fucking angry because that way you can’t get close to me?”

The last word fell from his lips in a whisper as he realized what he had just admitted.

“Are you fucking with me?”

“No!” He exclaimed, “I-”

“Because if you are, Dean, I swear to fucking god I will-”

He was quicker in this second than he ever was, because before you could even get out another word his hands were on your shoulders and his lips were on yours. He didn’t push or pull, he just held you beneath his fingertips as he pressed his lips to your own.

After a few seconds, he stepped back from you and your eyes traveled across every inch of his face before he turned and grabbed his coat.

“Wh-” You began.

“I thought I was protecting you.” He swung open the door and walked straight out.

“Dean.” You said simply. The door was shut already.

Next thing you knew, you were covering your face with your hands as you cried. Your body shook involuntarily. In the dimly-lit kitchen, you stood for so long your knees nearly went weak as silent sobs left your throat.

When Sam left the bathroom, you hadn’t even noticed. His eyes traveled all over your figure before he asked, “What did he do?”

You wiped your face with your open palms and turned to his younger brother.

“He loved me.”

His eyebrows knit together as he stared at your red, puffy, eyes. “Then, why are you…”

“He loved me wrong.” Your voice was much weaker than you had expected.

Immediately, Sam threw on a shirt and jacket, then tugged his boots on. He gave you one last look, a look of such sympathy that your heart hurt, before heading out the door to find his brother.

PART TWO

trappedinafictionaluniverse  asked:

“I tried to change the duvet and I got stuck inside.” + feyrhys please!!!

“Feyre?”

From where she sits on the couch downstairs in their apartment loft, Feyre merely inclines her eyebrows a smidge higher and turns another page in her magazine.

“Feyre!”

The new spread on cabin architecture is really interesting, she thinks, when Rhys practically screams at her, a muffled sound.

“Feyre!”

“What!” she yells, dropping the magazine into her lap and staring up at the bottom edge of their bed that she can hardly see from below the landing. There’s a pause, and then -

“Come help me?”

“Why?”

“I might be… stuck.”

“Stuck?”

“Yeah.”

Feyre picks her magazine back up and replies as cooly as she can manage, no idea what on earth he’s gotten up to since he took the last load of sheets up. “I thought you said that only happened to other men.”

“Just get up here and help me, smart ass.”

Feyre smirks and finally gets up, taking her sweet time climbing the narrow stairs to the landing of their open bedroom. There’s a window to the left with a great view of the city that more than makes up for the lack of view downstairs. It’s half the reason she and Rhys chose this apartment in the first place.

What she finds waiting for her on the bed, however, is not her beloved, but rather a tangled knot of sheets with a decent sized Rhys-looking lump beneath. Feyre licks her lips, biting back a grin.

“Oh this is definitely something that doesn’t just happen to other men,” she says. “In fact, I think you might be the only one.”

“Look, it’s not my fault, okay,” Rhys says from within the mound of bed sheets. She takes a cautious step forward.

“Then who’s fault is it exactly? And don’t say Mor. You can’t blame every domestic dispute on your cousin. Not when she’s the one who comes to clean them up.”

“Very funny.” Feyre doesn’t anything. Just waits and lets the silence egg him on. She’s rewarded with a long suffering sigh. “I tried to change the duvet and I got stuck inside.“

Feyre bursts out laughing and plops down on the edge of the bed. Rhys shifts somewhere beside her under the covers. “How in the world did you manage that? You are, quite possibly, the world’s biggest clueless idiot.”

“Need I remind you you’re dating said idiot. Just help me out of this thing.”

“Hmm, that depends. What will you give me for helping you?” As if in answer, Rhys moves frantically beneath the sheets looking for his own way out. It’s a real shame, Feyre thinks, that she’s already found the seam and is sitting right on it.

“Food,” Rhys says.

Feyre snorts. “I’m not Mor. Try again.”

“Sex.”

“I’m not Cassian either.”

“A fact I’m well pleased of. Jewelry? Girls like jewelry right?”

“And yet you call Amren a firedrake.”

A pause. “A new canvas?”

Feyre indulges a fat, lazy cat’s smile. “Now we’re talking.” She sits up allowing the seam in the duvet to part, and lifting it open finds Rhys popping his head out for air, his hair a sweaty mess clinging every which way about his head. “Hello, lover,” Feyre croons. Rhys climbs halfway out and groans.

“I am never doing that again.”

“You better hope not. If this is your idea of making the bed, we’re gonna need a maid.” Indeed the present state of the bed is appalling. Rhys looks down at the mess and nods with a serious air about him. “What?” Feyre asks.

His only reply is to grab her and tackle her to the bed, pressing his body flat against her in a way that quickly separates her legs beneath him and has her laughing. “Well I figured the bed was already a mess and you came all this way,” he says, a light shining playfully in his eyes.

“You prick,” Feyre replies, but she’s smiling ear-to-ear.

“Sure you don’t want to change your mind about the sex? I learned a lot of moves while I was under these sheets.”

Feyre’s only reply is the forceful kiss she presses against his lips before pulling him further down against her on the bed.

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You Were the One

Summary/Prompt: “I’ve made so many mistakes in my life, but you’re not one of them.”

Word Count: 3,478

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note:  This is my submission for @bionic-buckyb 5K Follower Writing Challenge.  This is my first writing challenge ever!  I haven’t written in a long time, so please be gentle with me…

Also, where did all these words come from?!

Originally posted by s-a-l-t-w-a-t-e-r-k-i-d

“Oh my God,” I whispered, staring at the blank page in front of me.  “What the actual fuck?”

I was only taking this art class for fun!  It filled my art requirement and didn’t seem like it would take up too much of my time. Sure, I had always been pretty good at sketching, but I never pursued it.  I had had too many people tell me in my life that I would never make it very far if I did.  So I abandoned my art dreams and decided to major in Business.  I hated every minute of it.

When I saw the art class on the list of required classes I would have to take, I had been comfortable signing up for the beginning drawing class.  However, after the professor saw my work the first week, he insisted that I move up to a more advanced class.

So here I was, surrounded by Serious Art Students, staring at the latest assignment sheet that the professor had just handed out.

Assignment #5 – A Study in Figure Drawing

Choose a human subject and create a series of sketches based on separate poses.  Clothing optional.  Minimum of three sketches.  To be handed in next week.

Um, what?!

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Don’t Look Outside

I was an only child and my mom was on her own, so sometimes it was hard to get by. At first, when we got settled into our new home, I adored my bedroom. I thought it would be my favourite room in the house, but that changed very quickly.


In my room, there was a somewhat large window directly across from where my bed was. I could see clearly into the backyard and I didn’t really mind. The first time something happened it was probably around 8 PM, about a month after we got to the house. I figured it was just our neighbours kids trying to mess with me, which made me disregard the whole situation. It kept happening though. It sounded like rocks were being thrown at my window. A couple nights went by before I heard anything else happening outside. I was sketching at my computer desk, and the sounds were getting louder. My desk was a couple steps away from my window, so I could hear everything. It sounded like someone was roaming the backyard; I could hear footsteps and giggling. I was scared, I thought someone might be back there trying to get into our home. I ran into my mom’s room and told her exactly what I heard.


“I swear that’s what I heard!”


“Kass, I’m sure it was nothing, It was probably coming from the neighbours or someone walking past the house.”


“Why can’t you just believe me?”


“Listen, I’m exhausted and stressed… I don’t need this right now.”


“Whatever Mom,” I walked back to my room.


I sat on my bed and just stared out the window, wondering what was out there, if it was still there. I was almost too afraid to sleep. I laid down and kept staring out the window. My vision was getting blurry but I didn’t want to take my eyes off the backyard in case I saw something that would explain what I was hearing. I eventually fell asleep, and woke up early, still facing the window. My morning was off, I was still thinking about last night. What if someone was trying to get in? What if they were planning on hurting me and my mom? There had to have been a reason that they were out there.


I was home alone for most of the day. I spent my time watching movies and reading. I was happy when my mom eventually got home from work though, because my thoughts were making me tense.


It was 8 PM. Again, I was sitting at my desk. Before I knew it I heard footsteps and laughing; the laugh I was hearing wasn’t normal, it sounded evil. I stopped what I was doing and froze in my chair. I listened. The laughing got louder. I didn’t understand how my mom couldn’t hear it because of how loud it was, and I didn’t want to bug her again because I knew she wouldn’t believe me. After a minute of listening intently, I got the courage to get up and look out the window. What I saw was nothing I had ever seen before. It wasn’t human, and it was staring right at me. I was too terrified to look away so I just kept watching it. It had this grim smile on its face, and long lanky arms; It was tall and very disproportionate. I could see the evil in it. It wouldn’t move, all it was doing was standing there smiling, looking right into me. My body felt engulfed by its dark, horrendous eyes. It began to walk slowly towards the window. The laughing, and the permanent smile stretched across its face was making my stomach churn. I didn’t know what to do, I still couldn’t move. He began walking slightly faster. I was paralyzed. Then a little faster. I was panicking. And then even faster. Before I knew it, it was right outside my window and it’s laugh echoed through my body. I finally got control of myself and moved out of sight. I was having trouble breathing. I had no idea what I just saw but I know it saw me. After I caught my breath, I heard tapping. It was coming from the window. I put my hands over my mouth and sat at my desk; I didn’t want to make a sound and I didn’t want it to see me again. It began to call my name. The way it said my name though, was inhuman. It was demonic. I couldn’t bring myself to move. I was stuck here until it went away.


“Kassandra! What are you doing?”


I jolted awake.


“Wha… What?”


“You fell asleep at your desk? That’s unhealthy.”


“Oh, um, yeah I guess.”


Tsk tsk, you worry me sometimes.”


Mom left my room and I instantly remembered what happened the night before. I got shivers and looked over at the window. I got a bed sheet and hung it up so I didn’t have to see into the yard.


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•I’m sitting eyes wide open and I got one thing stuck in my mind,
Wondering if I dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life•

anonymous asked:

You've made your disdain for onions abundantly clear, but what are your thoughts on celery?

Funny you should ask! I was just thinking about this. In the days before the dawn of humankind, the vice admiral of the Great Light looked out upon the Earth and smiled. So pleased was he by the creation of the Great Light that he sent out an invitation to all the vegetation on the Earth to a great feast he was to hold in his castle. He spent the next two weeks preparing, and on the day of the feast, all the vegetation showed up: cucumbers, plums, mint leaf, artichokes—all of them. There was a jovial air in the castle, and everyone enjoyed themselves talking, laughing, dancing, and feasting on the original food of the Earth (kestwa, malador, sweet disti, laffa, etc.). As they finished eating, the vice admiral raised his hands for silence. “My friends!” he said. “We have such a perfect existence, that I have decided to bestow upon you a great gift!” A murmur arose.”Today I give you the gift of flavor!” The murmur grew to a general roar of confusion, as no one knew what this meant. “This is a new concept, I know, but I will show you what I mean. Let us start with my good friend Pineapple!” And so the mighty pineapple stood and strode proudly up to the vice admiral. The vice admiral looked at him and said, “My dear Pineapple! Thank you for being you. I now give you…flavor!” There was a frisson as a smell and sensation rushed through the air: the original sensation of the flavor of pineapple. The attendants were overcome, and instantly started leaping from their chairs, unable to contain themselves and excited to claim their own flavor. The vice admiral laughed and raised his hands again, “One at a time, one at a time! I promise I will get to each and every one of you!”

And good as his word, so he did! He delivered sweet flavors to the mango, the strawberry, and the banana; fresh, crisp flavors to the apple, the cucumber, and the proud, proud carrot; earth flavors to the potato, the beet, and the radish; and even pestilential flavors to the durian fruit and the onion, who were somehow pleased by this. He continued on, giving a flavor to each and every vegetable and fruit and gourd and root, ending finally with the avocado, to which he gave the flavor “vague”. And at the end he said, “And so, my dear friends, I thank you for coming, and wish you a wondrous and beautiful future filled with fun and flavor!” And the vegetation cheered and thanked him, with tears in their eyes, pits, and kernels, and they all went back to their homes.

Now, what flavor did the celery get, you may ask? Perhaps I can answer this question by telling you what the celery was up to during the great feast at the vice admiral’s castle.

To put it bluntly, the celery was asleep. It was up all night worrying about what it was going to wear the next day (hint: the vegetation didn’t wear clothing, it not having been invented yet) that it didn’t sleep a wink, and when the time to leave came, the celery was sound asleep in the middle of its floor. And there it remained until late that night when all the other vegetation was returning. When the vice admiral realized the celery hadn’t attended, he was so hurt and shut up his castle forever, returning to the future whence he came, and taking with him the secret of flavor, which he gave to a character in a Futurama episode, who later shared it with Bender.

So, as for what flavor the celery got? None. It got no flavor. At all. As a result, it is less flavorful than plain water—even less flavorful than the vaguely flavored avocado which can win fans through hypnosis only.

So, to answer your question, what are my thoughts on celery? It is food. It is plain food. If I had to eat it to keep myself alive, I wouldn’t mind, because all it has is a texture. And strings. No idea why they decided to add strings to celery, but that’s not my business. It’s been observed and scientifically tested that you can feed celery to a sleeping human and they won’t notice. The celery’s favorite color is clear. If you give a stalk of celery to a cat it just confuses them. They asked a million American football fans what they preferred—a football game that ends in a tie or celery—and they went with ties in football because they were “more definitive”. Celery is used as a vehicle for peanut butter and crab salad because it’s considered impolite to eat either substance with one’s hands in public, and because with a spoon, it’s impossible to ensure party goers don’t double dip. The great thing about using celery for this purpose is that it has absolutely no flavor, so it’s the same as just eating peanut butter or crab salad—just with added strings to remind you that life is unfair. (Seriously, think about any other food on the planet where you’d say, “Damn! I want to put either peanut butter or crab salad on that! Doesn’t matter which, since this food goes with either peanut butter or crab salad equally well!”)

Now don’t take this to mean that I hate celery. How could I? How could any? They had to stop giving it to babies because babies exposed to celery in the first couple months didn’t realize they were eating anything, and had trouble thereafter recognizing what food was, and how eating worked. If celery were a person and you asked me to date it, I’d say, “I have no opinion”—and I’m married! I mean if it’s there, I guess I’ll take it, because boy howdy, do I love getting strings of stuff stuck in my teeth. How satisfying! It’s like, “Hey, girl! You want to feel like you came out of the bathroom after flossing but left some of that floss stuck in your teeth?” Sign me up for some of that!

But I guess the best thing about its lack of flavor is it doesn’t shove it in your face, you know? It’s an extremely subtle complete lack of flavor. It’s like if someone goes to an award show wearing a folded over bed sheet, but arrives in an unopened cardboard box, so you don’t even see the sheet—or the person. So you’ve got to hand it to celery for that. Like, good on celery for not being all showy about its total absence of flavor.

So those are some of my thoughts on celery. I have others, but this isn’t really the time or place to discuss them. Thank you for your query, and please have a wonderful day on my behalf.

The Bun

For the anon who requested it

Maybe some wolfstar where Sirius is talking about growing his hair out over the summer and Remus is against it but when they come back Remus loves it? Only if you want to of course :)


  ‘God I look great today’ 

Sirius was, as per usual, standing shirtless in front of the mirror one Wednesday morning, carefully flexing and turning to admire himself in the reflection. Remus who was lying tangled in a mess of sheets, didn’t even look up before groaning. 

‘Sirius stop checking yourself out and close the window, its so cold.’ 

But Sirius wasn’t paying any attention and continued to pull faces into the mirror, now gently prodding his hair with his fingers.

 His mother had stuck him to chair for two hours during Christmas whilst she got a house elf to snip and chop away at his hair until it was only a centimetre long, much sorter than his usual waves. 

‘It’s so short now,’ he pouted ‘I can’t believe my own mother had defaced me in this way.. actually I can. But still!’ 

Suddenly he turned to admire the back of his head as Remus mumbled about dying of hypothermia unless Sirius closed the bloody window, but it fell on deaf ears as Sirius gasped.

 ‘You know what would really annoy that old bitch? If I grew it out. Like really long, maybe as far as my shoulders.’ 

This had gotten Remus’ attention, so he sat up at an alarming rate to stare at him. 

‘No Sirius’

 ‘But why? You have to admit if i charmed it the right way so she couldn’t cut it off again, she might get so frustrated she’ll just die. Plus, I think I would look fabulous.’

 ‘No don’t’

 Sirius frowned, not turning away from the mirror. ‘Why? You don’t think I’d look fabulous?’

 Remus clenched his jaw. ‘You know you always look amazing Sirius.. ‘ 

Sirius raised one eyebrow. ‘Then why not?’ ‘

Just don’t’ 

‘Why?’

 ‘Because I say so.’ 

‘Why?’

 ‘Listen to me-’ 

‘Why?’ 

‘UGH because if you did you would even bet-’ 

Remus caught himself just in time. He wouldn’t do it, he could not, and would not. The dorm could only handle so much of Sirius and James’ egos, and any more and Remus was sure they would all suffocate. 

Plus, how could he tell Sirius that Remus had the sneaking suspicion that if he grew his hair out Sirius would look even more like a chiselled god than beforehand and Remus might just die of pure lust from the sight of it, without revealing his not-so-platonic feelings for the pale boy. He had to control himself. But Sirius was now looking at Remus straight in the eye, a small smile growing on his lips.

 ‘Fuck off Black’ 

So Sirius turned back to the mirror with a full blown mischievous grin planted on his face and returned to admiring himself from every angle. 

‘I’d look hot wouldn’t I’ 

‘yes’ Remus thought. 

‘You would look like you always do Sirius. Just with longer hair, it wouldn’t be that much of a change and plus maybe it wouldn’t suit you, who knows. Your face shape may not be right for it and it may not frame your jaw line as well as shorter hair could and maybe the long hair will drown out your eyes or your ears could stick out oddly and-……’ Remus rolled his eyes. ‘I’m just talking to myself aren’t I. Your haven’t heard a word.’

 ‘What was that Rem?’ 

‘Shut the goddamn window Sirius.’ 


 Remus returned from the holidays with the last remains of his slight tan slowly fading away. James had come back with a six pack that he had spent of summer working on and wouldn’t stop showing of to anyone who would pay him a second of their time. Peter had gained a new dusting of freckles that suited his face very nicely. 

But Sirius. Sirius had come back to Hogwarts a new man. He had stuck to his word and oh my. His jet black hair came tumbling down his face resting gently on the tops of his shoulders, maintaining effortlessly flawless look as they sat there. As Remus had feared the soft curls framed his face like a work of art and his eyes contrasted beautifully with it. He looked more like perfection than Remus could ever have imagined.

‘Fuck my life’ 

Remus Lupin wasn’t the only one stunned by the transformation and various (most) students of all years had started to swoon over the boy, even more than usual, which Sirius had clearly noticed as was very much enjoying, much to James’ annoyance.

 ‘Like it then?’ Sirius grinned as he flicked the locks over his shoulder.

Remus merely huffed and went to find Lily and Sirius stood there with a confused expression on his face.

 That evening the welcome back party was in full swing in the Gryffindor common room and everyone was acceptably drunk singing loudly and swaying drunkenly to the amplified music playing out. Sirius was standing with James talking to some pretty Ravenclaws girls, looking disinterested and fidgety. 

Remus stood across the room casting sideways glances to the boy as his sipped on the fire whiskey Marlene had given him earlier. When he next glanced he didn’t seem to be able to take his eyes away, they seemed almost glued to that hair and that face and before he knew Sirius had locked eyes and was quickly making his way over, so Remus looked down into his drink and prayed he wouldn’t stay long. 

‘Why’d do that earlier?’ Sirius asked. 

‘What?’ 

‘Walk away when I asked you about the hair? You just left.’ Remus looked up into those grey eyes. Where they glistening? No. He’d just had to much to drink.

 ‘I-You-’

 ‘You know Rem, if you don’t like I, I’ll cut it off. I didn’t realise you were being serious. No pun intended.’ 

Remus snorted, but stopped himself from laughing. Sirius did look genuinely upset and was chewing his lip as his stood just feet away from him. God why did he have to have such nice lips.

 ‘Shut up Remus.’

 ‘What?’

 ‘I said it doesn’t look bad’ Remus mumbled. 

‘Oh. Okay..’ 

Sirius’ frown deepened and his hands moved to his head, but only halfway through did Remus realise what he was doing Sirius was pulling and tugging at the strands, slowly forming it into a messy bun placed on top of his head. Christ did it look good. Amazing in fact. Remus hadn’t thought that hair could improve anymore but here in front of him was the living proof, it was incredible, the loose strand dancing delicately on the edges of Sirius’ face. In fact all Remus could do was stand there staring open mouthed at the sight before him.

 ‘Remus.. are you oka-’

 ‘Fuck this.’

 Remus lips smacked quite heavily into Sirius’. In desperation he had even managed to drop his drink as his hands wrapped around the back of Sirius’ head pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss. 

After the momentary shock and second to adjust to the drunkenness of the kiss, Sirius grabbed Remus around the waist kissing him back with all his force. Shit he had wanted to do that for so long. Who knew just a couple inches of hair could make all his dreams come true.

 ‘AYYYY FUCK YESSSS FRANK, PETER, MARY YOU GUYS OWE ME 20 SICKLES I WAS RIGHT YOU BITCHESSSSSS’ 

‘Potter….’

Hi sorry to pile another one on you but I’d like to make a request–~ Matt Healy early morning smut or fluff depending on what you prefer??—he’s supposed to be getting up for practice but y/n convinces him to stay for a bit? Thanks! :) <33

Matt Healy Smut :)

“You know pouting isn’t going to get you anywhere, Babygirl.” His voice was soft and deep, still thick with sleep. The early morning sunrise filtered through the crack in the curtains and made an unpleasant interruption in our morning struggle. Every morning Matt had to go in early, I put up the usual fight of making him stay in bed just 5 minutes longer, 10 minutes longer, 20 minutes longer, just don’t go in today. I stuck my lower lip out further and tightened my grip on his biceps, my toes curling around the rumpled sheets at the foot of the bed. This morning was one of those mornings where he got so fed up with my begging and pleading, he’d teach me a lesson on how to properly beg for him.

He pulled his lower lip between his teeth and his tip prodded at my entrance, making my breath catch in my throat and my heart to skip a beat. His mouth twitched into a victorious smirk as he slid inside, the muscles in his arms and back tightening as he held himself above me. His hips started a steady beat, making me moan quietly. His hands held on tightly to the sheets as he looked at the wall in front of him, messy hair falling into his eyes. 

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he hummed, a new melody running through his head. His thrusts picked up speed and I writhed underneath him, whimpering and moaning. His fists gripped the sheets and he groaned as my muscles tightened around him and I moaned in pleasure. He yelled as he spilled himself inside of me. “I got it! Y/N, I got it!!” He scrambled off the bed, pulling his boxers on and sitting at the desk across the room. I sat up, pulling the covers over my bare chest, cringing slightly. “You sure did Matt…” He scribbled furiously on his paper, humming the same tune as when he was pounding me. “No not that. I finally found the perfect melody for the last track of the new album.” He smiled widely; face lighting up like the sky outside the window, waking up with the rest of the world. “I have the perfect muse.” He smirked at me and I blushed, laying back down to try and get some sleep.

Even though I’m now an adult, I still shudder every time I remember the nurse at my elementary school.

The Lord of Hosts

When I was a kid, the nurse at my elementary school, Mr. Lansing, performed weekly lice checks on all the students. He used to be a doctor before he retired and took the position at the school because he loved children and wanted to make sure they were healthy and happy. I liked Mr. Lansing. He had a soft voice, a shiny bald head, and was very hard of hearing. He’d take a metal comb that he’d always warm up in his hands first and carefully move my hair around to see if there was anything crawling on my scalp.

One time, he whispered “uh oh” and held a tiny bug between his thumb and forefinger for me to see. I started to cry. He told me not to worry and brought me down to the his office. Even though I liked Mr. Lansing, I hated his office. It was right next to the boiler room so it was always hot. The few times I had to go there when I was sick, I sweated a lot and felt super thirsty. To my pleasant surprise, the boilers hadn’t been turned on that day because of the warm weather outside. The office was just like any other room.

Mr. Lansing sat me down on the little cot and perched on a stool in front of me. His gray eyes glinted with reflected light and he smiled as he talked with me about head lice and what would happen next. The most important thing, he stressed, was that I shouldn’t worry about it. It happens to almost all kids at least once - it’s why he inspects every student in the school a few times each month. He asked if I was okay, and I nodded and wiped my eyes. He smiled again.

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anonymous asked:

hello!! I hope i'm not bothering you but i'm kind of new to the fandom and to the ship samifer. I was wondering if you could redirect me to a few samifer fanfics you've read that are good, and possibly a few good samifer bloggers?? hope it's not too much to ask, I would hate to bother you!!! x

You aren’t bothering me, no worries. I used to read a lot of fanfic back in the time, but I’ve gotten lazy and only read if my friends tag me into their stuff. But I do know a few people that you could go a-runnin’ to if you’re looking for some amazing stuff to read.

AUTHORS:

@heavnofhell and @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell have been my favorite samifer authors for so long and have written lots of amazing pieces of fic that you should check out, either on their blog or AO3 accounts. [heavnofhell | Mrs_SimonTam_PHD] I’ve only been reading their stuff so far, so I apologize in advance if I’m missing some awesome samifer authors.

[I just remembered, but @anactorya‘s fic called North Star is definitely something I recommend reading! And I Won’t Be the Same by @skatinggays because I cried reading that fic and it’s what got me back into samifer right before Lucifer came back into s11.]

If you’re okay with reading NSFW stuff, Lucibae’s fics have gotten me stuck into a world of fantasies and made me discover kinks that I never thought I’d get into. There’s nothin’ wrong with reading a little naughty stuff, yeah? But when reading something nsfw, I’m mostly always aiming for stories where my two favorite characters correctly pleasure each other physically and she covers everything so beautifully in her writing. [ Read: Ballet in the Streets, Stripper in the Sheets | Gotta Have Faith ]

If you’re more into “safe for work” and very in-character writing, you should head over to Heavnofhell’s stories. They put so much passion into their work and it’s always flawlessly poetic. They’re very accurate when it comes to writing the interaction between certain characters, it’s like you can almost hear the actors speak inside your head when you read their fics. For how much time they spent working on their fics, I think they deserve a hell of a lot more attention than they do now. Go give them some love! [ Read: Makeshift Wings | Why The Caged Bird Sings ]

BLOGS:

@heavnofhell

@lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell

@godhatesmichael

@brieflymaximumprincess

@rdshepard

@samtheboyking

@interstellarsam

@casclarenceunicorn

@lucyfer-winchester

There are so many more but these are just the ones I follow. I don’t think the samifer fandom gets enough credit for all the work they create and I think one day i’ll just do an even bigger post than this one.

Hangover Cure

Pairing: SamxReader

Word count: 653

Warnings: Smut, cursing, that about it there really is no plot it’s just smut (I mean what did you expect?)

A/N: This is my entry for @impala-dreamer and @idreamofhazel ‘s “Sammy Says” writing challenge. My quote was “Is it a kinky thing?” I changed it ever so slightly but it’s pretty much the same idea. I’m sorry it’s so short but with finals and everything I really didn’t have time. I’m surprised I got through this much lol. Also this was my first and probably only time writing Sam. It was weird. Also sorry this is so late I kept forgetting to post it. 

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The world came crashing into your conscious as you woke. Your face was stuck to the pillow and the sheets were tangled in between your legs. It had been a long night, the pain throbbing in your forehead proved that. You were up late and had one too many drinks with Dean. Damn that man can drink. You thought you were heavy on the booze sometimes but you had nothing on him.

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Bang.

Finally got this one done lol I got stuck on the ending on Monday and ended up changing it today. This one’s for @little-lottie who rolled the storytelling dice for me :P Also, I kind of cheated and just used the bang cube for the title




Steve barrels through Natasha’s front door seconds before thunder crashes with a loud bang and rain starts to come down in absolute sheets. He breathes a sigh of relief and allows himself to slouch against the door as he kicks off his shoes. Thank fucking god he made it. At least something went right today.

He pushes a tattooed hand through his hair and muses over how long it’s getting. It’s down to his chin now and he’s never let it grow out like this before, but he thinks he’s going to keep it for a while. Now that the panic of getting inside before the storm hit is subsiding, his irritation is settling back inside his chest.

He shifts his bag on his shoulder and makes his way further into the apartment, heading toward the kitchen where he hears movement. “Nat?” he calls out, “I need a damn drink. You will not believe the fuckin’ day I’ve had.”

When he turns the corner into the kitchen, however, it’s not Natasha (or even Clint for that matter) that’s sitting at the kitchen table. Instead there’s an unfamiliar man scribbling into a notebook. He’s got hair longer even than Steve’s own and a hoop through the left side of his lip that he’s worrying between his teeth. Steve also notices the edges of a tattoo peeking out where his shirt dips low on his chest.

Steve can’t stop his eyes from widening slightly as he slumps against the doorframe, a small, curious smile working its way from his lips up to his eyes. He’s not sure who this guy is or what he’s doing here, but his head jerks up and his eyes are definitely trailing up and down the blond’s body, nice and slow, not even trying to hide it.

“Oh yeah?” the stranger asks, lips pulling up into an amused smirk. “Tell me all about it.” He sets down the pen in his hand and uses it to mark his spot as he closes his notebook. He leans back in the chair, crossing his arms behind his head.

“Where’s Tasha?” Steve asks, dropping his bag in the doorway and slipping into the chair opposite the stranger.

“Clint showed up and whisked her away on a date,” he explains, stretching and resting his hands on the table, drumming his fingers. “I’m Bucky, by the way,” he adds, holding a hand out. That grin is still playing on his lips and Steve feels his heart skip a beat as they stare into each other’s eyes.

“This late? She probably won’t be home tonight then,” the blond replies, taking his hand and shaking. “I’m Steve. I can’t believe we haven’t met.”

“Oh!” Bucky laughs and nods to himself and Steve bites his lip, batting his lashes just a little, playing coy. “Steve Rogers, right? Natalia talks about you all the time.”

“Oh god,” Steve chuckles and a blush blooms on his pale cheeks. “Does she? Geez, I can only imagine. Well, I’ve definitely heard your name before too.”

“Is that so?”

“Well, Bucky isn’t exactly one you forget,” he teases.

“She didn’t mention how cute you are,” Bucky flirts easily, his bare foot brushing against the blond’s ankle. “How rude of her.”

Steve’s blush darkens but his grin grows as he leans his elbows on the table, resting his cheek in one hand. He doesn’t stop the other man, so Bucky’s foot travels farther up his leg, a mischievous glint in his eye. “How rude,” Steve agrees with a slight nod. “Selling me short like that.”

“I’ll have to scold her for it tomorrow,” Bucky chuckles low, his head tipping curiously to the side. “I believe you said something earlier about a drink?” he changes the subject.

Steve lets out an amused hum and nods once. “I did,” he says. “I’m not sure I need it so much anymore, but I definitely wouldn’t be opposed.”

The brunet smiles and reaches across the table to rest a hand over Steve’s on his cheek. “Why don’t you go get comfortable on the couch, and I’ll get us something from the real good stash?” He winks and Steve feels his heart start to race.

“Or,” he says, reaching fingers back to lace with Bucky’s, “we could skip the drink and find better ways to unwind.”

Something flashes in Bucky’s eyes and he hums softly, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. He stands up and comes around the table, holding a hand out to the blond. “I like the way you think.”

danceylancey  asked:

ok so sone suggestions on witchy klancey stuff u could maybe write,,, i like the idea of them saying chants together like,, i bet keith would be nervous because he doesn't kno jack abt magic but lance walks him thru it or smthn idk,, fuck man

omggg so cute hes so nervous poor bby


“Dude, you got this.” Lance smiled at Keith, hand over the other boy’s. Keith nodded, sucking in another big breath.

“I…What if I get it wrong, what if I screw it up what if-” Lance cut him off, smiling and putting a hand over his mouth.

“Shush. You’ll do fine. I swear. You just read the words- oH GROSS DUDE!” Lance wiped his hands on his jeans and made a disgusted face. Keith stuck his tongue out.

“Cover my mouth again and I’ll bite you.” He said, then took another breath, “Ok, let’s do this.” He looked at the sheet of paper in front of him, gulping.

“I…I don’t know Latin, Lance.” He said, and Lance rolled his eyes.

“You think I do? I just get it from Shiro, he knows it.” Keith stifled a laugh and faced the circle of candles, gripping his lighter.

“Maybe you should read it.” He said quietly. Lance smiled, and suddenly Keith was being kissed.

As fast as he went in, Lance pulled back a few inches.

“You got this.” He said softly, then pulled back and stood, going to the other end of the circle. Keith reached up and touched his lips, then took a breath and smiled at Lance. 

The paper in front of him almost seemed to sharpen and he closed his eyes, then opened them again and began to speak.