i have to fix my make up too

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//No really what’s the point? Got out of bed and I’m met with this lol. Not going to beat around the bush here but I just smiled when I saw this because really:

What do you hope to gain by sending this my way?

I don’t understand how people just sit down and think they’re clever by sending this kind of crap around to people who are having fun. If you’re hoping to make me feel bad I got news for ya: I…… don’t? Yeah? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I used to get hatemail when I was younger because hell, I did have things I needed to fix about myself. But now you grow up from that and when I see this it just makes me reflect.

I was never too good with character designing + characterisation but I can safely say I’m doing better. T is one of my OCs that I’m proud of because I think she’s alright tbh. And because yes, there are people who like her, that means I am doing ok. 

Where art is concerned now:

I have improved a lot, and I will continue to, I’m sure on that. I think it looks really good lately, and I have good friends with hella art themselves who think so as well. It may not be the best, but it’s certainly not gross. As usual, I’m going to work to make it better; just like I will with this blog.

No point in blocking you either tbh. If there are people who are going to get salty because people are doing their thing by all means, I’ll still be here for you to keep seeing ;) Unless you get tired and just block on your own. 

Anyway, that’s the end of that. Continue on to all the good peeps here and do your thing. You’ll definitely get good results in the end because I know you can! Really, don’t let hate get to you. As for those like this one who just want to make people feel bad: stay there if you don’t want to move on with your life and do something with it. 

We certainly are.

The Ward....

Originally posted by jonsnowdaily

Request - Reader is one of Ned’s ward’s is secretly in love with Jon but doesn’t know that Robb, Jon and Theon are all fawning over her. 

Pairing - Jon Snow X Female Reader

Wordcount - 5.431

Warnings - Normal Game of Thrones type scenarios. 

A/N - I could do a part two to this


Ned Stark had always been a very kind and gentle man. On a particularly rough stormy night where the wind was so powerful and people struggled to walk through it, Ned was just returning home from a particularly long travel to a place where the disputes had turned from aggressive confrontation to bloody and gruesome battles, Ned had been instructed by King Robert to dissolve the quarrel and quickly, when he had heard the wails of a baby. Ned suddenly became more alert to his surroundings.  As he dismounted his horse, he began to search for the cause for the sound. Ned soon located the sound to find the small baby wrapped very scarcely in a couple of woven blankets. How could anyone leave a baby like this? Ned thought as he scooped the baby into his arms, holding it close to himself in an attempt, to share his warmth. Ned mounted his horse and continued the rest of his short journey home, praying to the old God’s that the baby would survive the cold until he could reach the warmth of the castle.
The God’s have blessed this child, Ned thought as he entered his chambers where his wife laid waiting for him, wrapped in warm furs.

“Ned is that another one of your bastard children that you insist on tormenting me with.” Catelyn snapped at her husband as she pushed the furs away from her body, whether it was to inspect the child further or to injure Ned, he couldn’t be quite sure.  

“Relax my love, this baby is not mine, I found the baby nearby abandoned in the snow. I couldn’t leave it there to suffer and die. The baby is strong, near death and still made it all the way here.” Ned laid the baby down on the furs, it’s skin with a blue tint. Yet as cold as the baby was, it was still curious looking around the room at the strange people. Catelyn, got out of bed, walking over to the baby, the baby turned out to be a little girl, with bright Y/C/E, Catelyn’s gaze melted at the sight. She had always wanted a girl, there was no doubt that Ned and herself would have more children, yet Catelyn was not going to give up the opportunity to have a little girl sooner.

“She certainly is strong, why don’t we take her in as a ward? Let’s call her Y/N, I’ve always thought it was a beautiful name.” Catelyn, picked up the newly named little girl, holding her tightly to her chest.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, my love. Y/N it is”

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he seems to be fabricated from good intentions and lonely nights. I don’t think ever in his life has he been told that he is deserving of all that the future holds. I don’t think ever in his life has anyone known who he really is. 

I am figuring out that the only thing that he is sure of are the strings of his guitar. he still is figuring out the genius that his fingers hold when some are in my mouth and some are making my hips reach heaven.

maybe this is what my love has to do, fill up the little cracks of emptiness in peoples soul that they don’t know how to fix. and when they are all filled they thank me for my service and go. he doesn’t have too many cracks to fill but I am taking my time, slow like molasses, each piece of his body and soul are getting their own treatment. I think I could love him forever.

he lets me whisper sweet things into his ear before we go to bed and he tells me I am the sweetest girl he has ever known. I am ripe. I am ripe. I am ripe and I am coming. he discovers the sweetness with his tongue. I told him that I loved him. I told him that I will love him with all the days to come, even if no one has ever loved him in this way. I cannot be afraid. he tells me he is not afraid. I love him. I think I could love him forever.

this must be what falling in love feels like. there is not other explanation. I think I want it all, I want it all.

I’m going to Planned Parenthood for my yearly exam today, which reminded me of the happenings of last year. In the interest of oversharing, I thought I’d let you in on that too.

So, you know, you’re supposed to like, get naked and put on the paper vest and put the paper blanket over your lap, right?

Uhhhhhh well somewhere in the process of this, I was like, “instructions unclear. Tried to wear paper vest as pants.”

Which didn’t work. I wound up accidentally tearing the thing in half in my attempt to make something pants that clearly wasn’t pants. Then in my haste to fix my egregious errors, I managed to rip the paper blanket too, so when the doctor comes in I’m basically just clutching scraps of paper to my naked body and trying to explain myself.

They also have these bowls of condoms out, right? But most of them are in places where people are gonna see you if you take them. So I’ll be checking into my appointment like, “Condom? No I couldn’t possibly. Haha not me. I am pure.”

Cut to me in the bathroom stuffing condoms in my purse cuz they got a drawer full of them in there. Because, I mean, hey, if a miracle happens, you gotta be prepared.

But we got Planned Parenthood themed chapstick and a year’s worth of good ol’ birth control, so all in all a good trip.

I DID IT!!

stayed up way too late working on this but oh well. here you have it, the opening of Race to the Edge as if it was made like F.R.I.E.N.D.S. i hope you all like it!

EDIT: the size is fixed! plus, my older brother (who knows Adobe Premiere a lot better than I do) helped me make it so much better. also, thanks for the notes, you guys! I’m so happy you all love it!

When you're feeling lazy but you have/want to write, just know that the docs on Google Drive have your back!

Just open a document, click on ’tools’ and then on ’voice typing’. The icon of a microphone will show up: just click on it and talk away, iT WILL FRIGGING WRITE WHAT YOU SAY

I’ve just found this out but I feel like it has already fixed all my problems as a writer and a student!

AND IT WRITES IN DIFFERENT LANGUAGES TOO! Just make sure to change the language when the microphone icon shows up!

Reblog to help a buddy in need!

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

A Lion’s Pride - Sebastian Stan x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by jugheadcami

Originally posted by hard-on-for-hiddleston

A/N - So i’m gonna be using the same family if you like from I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa. So the usual Reader, Seb and Izzy.

Sebastian is really not happy when he see’s Tom trying to make a play at his wife. Little does he know it’s not like that at all. Major smut fest ensures.

Jealous Seb x Reader

Warnings: Smutty smut smut.

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Proposal, Or Something Like That

Thanks for the anonymous reminder, whoever you are ko-fi nonnie. I totally got swept up in my work and life and getting back into the swing of writing (and hopefully finishing my fic) that I kind of forgot about my wonderful ko-fi donators. You guys really helped me out sooooo much and I’m forever grateful.

This goes out to @ladydrace  for your 900-word donation that I extended to 
1292, considering I took so long to get to this. It may not be as fluffy as you expected (I tried, I did, but I’m a angst writer haha), but I hope you enjoy it. Thanks so much, again, dear.

The first time Stiles says it, Derek nearly chokes on a spoonful of ice cream. Which would be a shitty way to die, especially all they’d had to face in the last few years. Especially as the big bad of the week had slowly evolved into the big bad of the month, and the last few months had been completely quiet.

Derek should’ve known to be prepared at any moment. Except, how could anyone be prepared for this?

“God, why aren’t we married yet?” Stiles groans out after taking a giant bite of his ice cream. A little of it spills down Stiles’ arm and he chases it with his tongue, and Derek nearly chokes on his.

He realizes he’s staring at Stiles, his spoon still stuck in his mouth. He quickly rectifies the situation, removing said spoon and giving Stiles one of his best eye rolls.

“Seriously,” Stiles continues, pretty much shoveling the ice cream into his mouth at this point. “If I knew you could cook like this, I would’ve proposed ages ago.”

“It’s not cooking, Stiles,” Derek says. Because that is the easiest thing to focus on. Instead of the way Stiles is moaning around each spoonful, a little dribbling out of his mouth which should not be doing things to Derek.

“You know what I mean.”

He finally looks up, his bowl licked completely clean. And Derek can see the moment his senses come back to him as he blushes and gently places the bowl on the counter in front of him like he hadn’t just had his face shoved in there. He glances mournfully at the hand crank ice cream machine Derek had just purchased.

Derek sighs, pushing away from the counter to pick up Stiles’ bowl and refill it with the remainder of the ice cream. Apparently it was a worthwhile purchase.

“Seriously, marry me?”

****

The second time it happens, Derek is no more prepared for the words, or the images they bring to mind. Images he could never allow himself to dream of because it’s too painful to know it will never happen.

Derek had just been settling into bed with a book he was keen to finish tonight when his phone went off, a ringtone he’d never heard before but had no doubt Stiles had somehow hacked his phone just to add a ridiculous tone for himself. And a quick glance to the screen only proves his point.


With a sigh, Derek leans over and picks up the phone, half tempted to just send him to voicemail. Instead, he answers.

“What do you want, Stiles?” he says in a voice he hopes sounds firm and put out.

“Heeeeeeeeeeeey, Derek,” Stiles singsongs from the other end of the line, like he is just as surprised Derek answered the phone.

Derek sighs again, already pulling back the bedding and grabbing his jeans. “Where are you?”

“Thas not how yersposed to answer the phooooone,” Stiles slurs out, ending with a giggle like he were sharing a joke with himself.

Derek can hear a pounding bassline over the other end of the line and is already running through all the possible bars Stiles could’ve snuck into. He had two more years. Why couldn’t he just be reasonable and just wait.

“I’m coming to pick you up,” Derek says, already halfway down his spiral staircase. “Tell me where you are.”

“Oooooh. My hero.”

**

It’s easy to pick Stiles out over the crowd as he is currently on top of the bar, attempting to dance against one of the pillars. Two of the bartenders are attempting to get him down while another stands back and laughs like this is a regular occurrence, which all Derek knows, it could be.

Before Derek can even cross the room and somehow get Stiles down from his makeshift strip show, Stiles notices him.

“Derek!!!” He shouts, taking one step off the bar and before anyone can do anything, he lands flat on his face.

Somehow, Derek manages to get Stiles into the passenger seat of his car and before he rounds the car to his own seat, he takes Stiles’ hand in his and drains a bit of the pain that Stiles might not feel at the moment, but will most definitely feel in the morning. He’s almost done when Stiles’ other hand lifts and brushes across Derek’s cheek, making him freeze on the spot.

“Will you marry me yet?” Stiles says, his voice oddly clear. He’s staring at Derek with absolute concentration, as if he could will Derek into saying yes.

Derek swallows, his throat having to work extra hard over the lump that seems to have suddenly formed. There’s something in his chest, attempting to crawl out, but he shuts it down. This isn’t…Stiles doesn’t mean anything by it. It’s just….Stiles being Stiles. Stiles being drunk, whatever.

Derek schools his expression before gently rearranging Stiles and placing the seatbelt around him.

“Let’s get you home,” he says before closing the door and rounding the car, too quick to notice the way Stiles’ face pinches in pain.

****

“What do I have to do to get you to say yes?”

Derek nearly brings the hammer down on his hand instead of the nail that was halfway through the fence board he was attempting to repair. He has only a moment to marvel at the fact that Stiles can sneak up on Derek without any of his senses picking up on him, before Stiles is yanking on his shoulder and spinning him around.

His eyebrows are furrowed together, his lips a thin line, and Derek can honestly say he hasn’t seen Stiles this pissed since…he can’t remember when.

“What are…” What was he even talking about? Say yes? To what?

Thankfully Derek doesn’t have to find his words as Stiles is already running over them. “I’ve asked you nicely. Twice now. But you have yet to answer. And maybe I haven’t been the but I haven’t been subtle.”

Derek blinks. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’re out here fixing my dad’s fence without even being asked,” Stiles continues as if Derek hadn’t spoken. He’s waving his hands around in a way that makes Derek want to hold them down for everyone’s safety. “You made my absolute most favorite flavor of ice cream without me even asking. You drove twenty minutes out of your way to pick me up from a bar because I was too shitfaced to drive home. How the hell am I supposed to keep my emotions at bay with you doing everything in your power to test them?”

“I don’t…”

“Would you just marry me already?” Stiles says in a huff, full on glaring at Derek by now.

“Okay.”

Stiles looks about ready to go into another rant when the words finally process. He freezes. “O…okay?”

A small smile spreads across Derek’s face. Who knew he could ever actually make Stiles speechless.

“Yes, okay. I’ll marry you.” He takes advantage of Stiles’ stunned silence by pulling him in closer until they’re pressed together from thigh to chest. His smile grows as Stiles’ eyes widen and his breath catches. “But we might want to consider going on at least one date before we do.”

“You…you better not be playing around,” Stiles breathes out. He tries to make it sound teasing, but Derek can see the uncertainty in his eyes.

“I’m not if you’re not,” Derek says, leaning his down ever so slowly, giving Stiles time to pull away.

Stiles’ eyes drop to Derek’s mouth as his tongue unconsciously comes out to wet his lips. God, he’s wanted this for so long.

“It’s a date, then,” Stiles says on a breath, his eyes never leaving Derek’s lips.

WHAT AN ENTP WANTS TO SAY TO ALL OF THE TYPES.

RATIONALS (NT)

ENTJ-  You scare me. You are such and incredible leader, how do you do that?? But also I hate authority and feel a need to disagree with you at every turn because you’re so bossy. You’re not as cool as you think you are, but you’re almost as cool as you think you are and that’s pretty damn cool. Be my friend.

ENTP- Fuckin’ chill out you memelord. You’re either coasting through life or putting WAY to much effort into shit. You’re a bit of a narcissistic fuck but you’re still my favourite type (*coughs*). You’re too excitable and too much of a dick and you’re personality doesn’t make sense. Stop being mean to you’re friends. Learn to be more comfortable with emotions, it’ll be important later on in life. Be the friend that can cheer others up with jokes when they don’t really wanna talk about what’s wrong.

INTJ- You’re cool, you get shit done and you’re a bit of a supervillian. What’s not to love? You’re a rare bird. There aren’t many of you out there, but you are important. If you weren’t here, who else would the ENFP’s annoy? You’re a behind the scenes leader most of the time, pulling the strings from a safe (and smart distance) but you aren’t afraid to get you’re hands dirty. You’re good at shit.But don’t forget, you’re not superhuman. Remember other people have these pesky things called emotions, be wary of them STILL i want you to be proud of you’re inherent assholeness.

INTP-  Mad scientist. I’m constantly searching for your approval because of my unresolved daddy issues and it freaks me out. Yes, you are a daddy. Some of you have your heads shoved up a little too far in you’re own arse. Just because you’re introverted and intuitive and darn cold, does not make you better than others honey. Basically, you’re a condescending shit. But hey I still put you on this weird pedestal, so we’re both guilty. You’re the genius on tv shows that isn’t diagnosed but falls on the aspergers spectrum somewhere.

IDEALISTS (NF)

ENFJ-  Baby, I worship the ground you walk on. You are so cool, calm and controlled while still being awesome, enthusiastic and excitable. Don’t be my friend, date me. But stop trying to fix everything. Think about yourself a lil okay buddy, and use logic sometimes too. Actually scratch all that, you’re perfect, I love you.

ENFP-  You are a beautiful, annoying bastard. You’re too nice and I don’t feel comfortable making mean jokes at your expense (because you’d probably take it seriously and cry yourself to sleep), but you have effortless charm. Stop thinking about the individual and start thinking about the bigger picture, you’re not realistic. Be my friend, but not like close friend, y'know.

INFP-  Hello, the human equivalent of tumblr. Fuck. People either love you or hate you. I don’t know where I fall on that scale tbh. Sometimes you’re just a little too much honey, I’m not sensitive enough for you. Other times you are too precious for this world and I just wanna wrap you up in a blanket and protect you. I am strangely attracted to you despite how awkward you probably think you are. You have a lot of knowledge in that head of yours. Be that person I have a weird co-dependant relationship with, that really isn’t healthy but I can’t exactly live without you and I’m not sure why.

INFJ- Ah INFJ, I haven’t met many of you but BOY, are the ones I know pretentious. You’re one of the least common MBTI type, and you probably know and take pride in this. You’re good at reading people, I know, but you can just talk to me instead of analyse from a distance bud. You’re ultimately very cool and creative, a little bit of a know it all but it’s justified. You’re a sweet bundle of joy and I love you. Be my best friend. You’re good at being a friend. Really good.

GAURDIANS (SP)

ESFP-  I like you a lot kid, you remind me of a younger me. We shouldn’t get along but I love/envy you. You’re caring and you have a great childlike spirit. Make some art and ramble to me some more. I seriously appreciate you so much. You bring me back down to  the ‘now’ with you’re crazy impulsive attitude and caring demeanour. Just learn to listen to me a lil more when I tell you you’re thinking with you’re heart instead of you’re brain again. You do it a lot, buddy. Be my lover.

ESTP-  You’re cool man. You’re Ferris Bueler. You’re a salesman that’s constantly selling me on your personality. Look we get it, you’re good with one liners and you’re athletic and everyone loves you, but also hey, think about others you little sociopathic flirt. Also, sometimes people really DO know more than you, I know! Crazy. Be my Idol.

ISFP-  You probably reaallly like music. Chill out buddy, I don’t know much about you but you seem stressed and too fierce for ur adorable demeanour. I know you are your own individual beautiful creative person, you don’t need to tell me. People DO care about you, i know sometimes you doubt that, but you got this life in the bad. You’ll probably never grow out of your angsty teen years tbh but it’s okay, find yourself an ISFJ and you’ll be okay.

ISTP-  So you’re just as cool but less attainable, loner ESTP. You’re in control of your own everything but also out of control and mildly self destructive? Be the mysterious kid I rarely talk to, but everytime I do I fall in love with you a little bit.

ARTISANS (SJ)

ESFJ-  Hey there soldier. In the best case scenario, you’re cutie Monica Geller, that’s a lil anal and mildly manipulative but really! very! sweet!. In the worst case scenario you are literally my worst nightmare. Your the squad’s glue tho. Sometimes you offer a cool third perspective, but you over simplify things and don’t try to understand my crazy theories and that’s annoying. Learn to get over yourself a lil, stop playing the victim buddy and compromise. Be my friend in a few years when you learn to self reflect better.

ESTJ-  You’re a manipulative bitch. You’re so judgemental, you’re Rachel McAdams in Mean Girls. You’re pretty cool. Even more of a rampant psycho than ENTJ. I don’t like you all that much (and something tells me you don’t really care) but I respect you a LOT. Stay a safe distance away from me and please don’t judge me. You’re too savage.

ISFJ-  Hey my emo saviour. You understand everybody and nobody truly understands you. You’re the reliable Colin Firth that the world of Bridget Jones’s run to after their crazy escapades with Hugh Grant. Just remember to have standards baby, and don’t accept everyone that runs into you’re arms. You’re worth more than what most people are willing to give. Be my favourite sweet emotional little kid brother (even if you are female.)

ISTJ-  You say 'interesting’ a lot. If life were a tv show, you’d be a sassy little hate muffin that tumblr idolised that everyone would remark didnt get enough screen time. You’re all business and sometimes you should let down that gaurd fam :) Think about people a little bit more bud. I respect you. I’ll be your friend! But it will probably take three years to build up our relationship and it will probably be accidental, but im here for u anyway.

for @loveallmyotpswaytoomuch <3

If you’d ever be around a small town called Heavensville, and you were to ask for the best bakery in town, everyone within a few miles would tell you to go to Dean’s Doughy Delights. There was no better bakery than this, and you’d never meet a sweeter man. 

You could find Dean in his bakery, selling cookies and bread and pies and cakes, or in the kitchen behind the bakery, baking delicious goods all by himself. It was quite a large store for only one man since Dean was alone, and it was more than enough to keep him busy every day. You’d wonder if Dean ever rested because it seemed like he never did, but he always smiled and always laughed and seemed never tired of his job.
One look at him would tell you that his soul was good. His eyes were bright, his nose was covered in freckles, his teeth white and his smile charming. You wouldn’t call him heavy or fat, but his body showed he tasted plenty of his own pies. But like Dean said himself, ‘a baker needs his love handles to show how good his products are’. And he was right.

On a quiet Monday, Dean was busy in his kitchen, like any other day, kneading the dough with his large hands filled with skill. His fingers stuck to the dough just enough and he hummed a song, moving around his beloved kitchen to get some flour, squeezing himself in between two piles of boxes with decoration he hadn’t unpacked yet. He was just busy making one of his beloved pecan pies, unknowing that his life was about to change.

He heard a sound from inside the store, a thump. He put down his dough, rinsed his hands under the tap and grabbed a towel. The red blush from hard work on his freckled cheeks contrasted with the white flour on his apron, but he cared about neither. While still drying his hands, he pushed the swinging door open with his back and walked into the store.

There was a man standing in his store, unlike anyone else. Next, to the dirty clothes, the man’s hair seemed long and unkempt, alike the dark beard. But most of all, he stood behind the display and was holding a cream roll in one hand, and a partly eaten slice of one of the freshly baked pies. On the counter lay several loaves of bread hastily pushed into a brown bag.

The man stared at Dean with large, frightened eyes and swallowed, but didn’t say anything.

“So,” Dean said. He was used to getting strangers in his bakery, but not strangers who stole his goods. “… I guess I’ll call the police, then.”

“Please,” the man choked. His voice sounded like gravel, but his eyes were warm and begging. “I- I can explain, don’t… Don’t call the police.”

“Alright,” Dean said to the other’s surprise and he put down the towel. “Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now. Give me a reason to not call the police.” Dean was known for his kindness, but this man either hadn’t heard of it or hadn’t believed because he seemed to be too confused to answer for a moment.

“I- I… I saw your advertisement.” He said hastily once he seemed to find his speech back. “About needing help.”

Dean had put up a little note on his bakery’s window, asking for assistance, but no one seemed in need of a job.

“Well… I didn’t really mean stealing my food.” Dean frowned.

“I’m sorry, sir, I am… I wanted to walk in here and ask about the vacancy, but then I walked in and… Everything seemed so delicious and- I-” The man looked down to his feet. “I haven’t eaten in four days. I think I lost control when I saw all of this displayed and…”

“Sit down,” Dean demanded and grabbed one of the small, plastic chairs at the side and pulled the table along. “Sit down and finish your food. I’ll get you some water as well, I’ll make you a proper sandwich as well and then we’ll talk.”

When the man had settled and was wolfing down on his food, Dean sat on the other plastic chair and watched. He’d closed the shop so they wouldn’t get interrupted. This was important, the guy was starving and he, Dean, had food enough. Never would he have anyone starve if he could help it.

“Alright, first of all, I’m Dean.”

“Castiel.” The man blinked. “It’s nice to meet you, Dean.”

“Likewise.” Dean gave Castiel a gentle smile. “Alright, buddy, tell me.” He continued, moving forward a little. “How did you end up here, like this?”

Castiel took a sip of his second glass of water. Now he’d eaten a little, he spoke more.

“I lost my job in my hometown last week,” he told, “… I worked at my mother’s restaurant, but I wasn’t good enough and since I’m her only son who isn’t religious… I was kicked out first.” He shrugged softly. “I lost everything that day. So I walked, and walked, and searched for work, but no one wants a man with nothing to give. And today I ended up here, and then…” He nodded at the almost finished sandwich Dean prepared for him. “I was very hungry.”

“Jesus, man, your mom’s one hell of a… ya know.” Dean huffed, then held up his hands. “Sorry, but it’s gotta be said.”

Castiel gave him a careful smile. “You’re the first person I tell this. The first I really talk to.”

Dean observed Castiel in silence. There was something about him he couldn’t quite place, something graceful and warm, something that told him whatever would happen, he would never forget Castiel.

“You could work here,” Dean offered. Castiel almost dropped his food.

“What? You wouldn’t… I stole your food.”

“Not really,” Dean pointed out. “And… I know how it is to be hungry.” He confessed, giving Castiel a slow nod. “You’re living on the edge, man, and if I can pull you back to solid ground I’m happy to do so. Plus, I could really use that help and you said you used to work in a restaurant.”

“Correct.” Castiel shrugged, not quite sure if Dean was making a good decision yet. “But remember that I have no papers, no clothes, let alone a house or a place to sleep. I’m not the most beneficial employee one could imagine.”

“I don’t care,” Dean shrugged because he simply didn’t care if he was beneficial or not. “I live upstairs. You can get a shower and a few hours of sleep, I’ll get you some money ahead to fix you some clothes and necessities and we’ll find a way to make it work.”

“I… I can’t-” Castiel took a breath. “I can’t accept your offer, Dean, it’s too big… too generous.”

“Well, if you don’t take my offer, I’ll have no choice but to call the police.” He raised his eyebrows at Castiel. Dean knew he’d never report him if he declined, but Castiel nodded.

“That’s comprehensible. I… I will accept it, then. There is no way I can thank you for your generosity.”

Dean’s chuckle created dimples in his cheeks.

“None of that, Cas. Well, let’s get you all fixed up first. I’ll show you the bathroom so you can shower.”

Dean walked upstairs and Castiel, still a little hesitant, followed upstairs.

If you’d ever be around a small town called Heavensville, and you were to ask for the best bakery in town, everyone within a few miles would tell you to go to Dean’s Doughy Delights & Castiel’s Crunchy Cookies. Dean wasn’t alone anymore. With him was Castiel. The two of them put love in all they did and shared it with the people who came to them. For both knew that a simple, generous gesture, could change anyone’s life for good.

3 weeks early

requested: can you also do imagine where y/n is married to shawn and she’s pregnant and she’s on tour with him and before every concert she goes out to fans to give them some tickets 😊 and it’s cute and fluffy ☺ thanks, love you 💖

okay i changed this one just a little bit, it’s not that much but she’s just not on tour with him

NOT LYING I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED THIS NEEDS TO REQUEST MORE OFTEN BC I LOVE UR IDEAS TY OKAY CARRY ON WITH READING


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“guys where’s y/n?” the voice of your probably worried husband could be heard from his dressing room even though he was on the stage doing soundcheck for the show later on. he got no response from his team around him, causing him to worry more. “you left her alone? you guys can’t do that she’s 8 months pregnant!”

you chuckled, knowing he was going to send someone to the dressing room so you could sit in the audience and watch him or something. just so he can see you at all times. ever since you found out you were pregnant, shawn has been almost extra protective. you were surprised you were even allowed at tonight’s show. when you were in the early stages of your pregnancy, you were still allowed to tour with him and go to his shows but once you reached the 6 month mark, you were banned. you had managed to convince him to let you come tonight since it was a show in your hometown, but after a few weeks and a few deals made, he finally let you come. of course, he tried his best to make sure you were never alone just in case you went into labour early which was definitely a possibility. another reason he let you come to tonight’s show was because his family was also going to be attending, and you could stay with them while he was
performing.

“somebody go find-” shawn yelled, walking into his dressing room. “oh you’re here. okay never mind everyone i found her!” he came over to your spot on the leather couch, “how are you two?”

“i’m good,” you said, rubbing your giant belly. “she’s good too. she loves the music, she’s been dancing around in there all day.”

“that’s my girl.” shawn smiled, changing into a black short sleeved dress shirt for his q&a that started in about 45 minutes. “she’s gonna be a dancer one day.”

“you mismatched like all the buttons shawn.” you laughed,
nothing that all the buttons he just did were all in the wrong places. “how do you even do that?” slowly, you managed to get up from the couch to help him redo the buttons. you got as close as your stomach would allow to undo all the buttons as shawn just smirked while watching you intently.

“i’m having some sort of déjà vu,” he said. “last time you did this, that happened.” he pointed to your baby bump.

you rolled your eyes, swatting the side of his arm then quickly doing up the buttons. “you’re an idiot.”

“hey,” he raised his hands up in defence. “i’m just saying the truth.”

“all fixed,” you announced, lighting patting his chest. “what would you do without me?”

he shrugged, taking some food from the table that was set up in every one of his dressing rooms. “i wouldn’t be living y/n, my fans would make fun of me too much for not knowing how to do buttons.”

you laughed, taking a peek out the window to see a giant crowd of fans in the distance. you remembered going out into those crowds when you toured with shawn, you had a tradition of giving away tickets to a few fans who had none. of course, you kept it a secret because you didn’t want people to get greedy but you missed doing that.

“hey shawn?” you called, closing the curtains so fans couldn’t look in. you stood in front of his spot on the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck. he looked up at you, his hands grabbing your sides. “did i ever tell you how insanely attractive you are?” you smiled. you knew that if you wanted him to agree, you would have to do some kissing up.

“you want something don’t you?” he narrowed his eyes, not being able to keep a straight face.

“you don’t happen to have any extra tickets lying around do you?”

“y/n,” he sighed. “you can’t go out in that crowd. it’s too dangerous for you and the baby.”

“shawn i used to give away tickets all the time before! please, i’ll be fine i promise.” you begged. you wanted nothing more than to get some fresh air. after being in this stuffy dressing room all day, you were in desperate need.

“y/n, you could go into labour at anytime now! it’s way to dangerous and if i let you go out there and something happens i will never forgive myself.”

“nothing is going to happen shawn, i’ll be careful i promise. i really need some fresh air, i feel like i’m suffocating in here. if you’re really that scared, come with me.”

“if i come with you we’ll for sure get mobbed. i’ll get you some extra tickets.” he sighed, finally giving in because he knows you wouldn’t have stopped until he did. “but, you’re going out with security standing close by and i’m going to be watching. if i see anything that doesn’t look normal, you need to come in.”

you nodded, taking the tickets he handed you. some people would think shawn was being too demanding and overprotective but you know he’s just looking out for you and the baby.

“i’m not trying to be harsh baby,” he said, kissing your forehead. “i just want you to be safe and protected at all times. if anything were to happen at one of these shows i would never be able to live with myself.”

“i understand shawn, trust me. but i’m going to be okay out there, especially with everyone watching my every move. nothing is going to happen.”

“you could go into labour at anytime y/n, your due date isn’t that far away.” he said, cupping the side of your face with his spare hand.

you were due on april 21st and today’s date was april 2nd, meaning you were almost full term and the baby could come at any time but she would be early. you had the slightest feeling she would be late though, motherly instincts i guess.

“babies aren’t always born early shawn. she could come when she’s supposed to come.”

“y/n,” he chuckled. “how early were
you born?”

“5 weeks early,” you mumbled. “okay i see your point but still, i’m going to be fine you can watch from the window or something.”

he reluctantly handed you one more set of tickets and you were off. “be safe out there!” he called.

“i will!”

you met a security guard at one of the entrances of the arena who allowed you to leave, and another one followed you out. you were happy that he wasn’t right behind you, you needed some space. as soon as the door opened you were relieved that nobody was really paying attention to you. everyone was mostly occupied with their phones or talking to their friends as they waited to get into the arena.

as you walked around for a bit you heard a few mutters of “is that y/n?” or “guys look, it’s y/n.” but thankfully the crowd was calm and hadn’t erupted into screams yet.

you began to feel a large amount of pressure on your stomach which you were used to, but never this intense. you shrugged it off thinking it was just braxton hicks.

you noticed a young girl, probably about 6, and another older teenage girl who looked about 16, and their mom standing further away from the crowd. the two girls were wearing t-shirts with your husband’s face on it, but you had never seen those shirts before. they must not have been official merch shirts. the older girl smiled at you, and you decided to go over and talk to them for a bit.

“hi,” you smiled as you approached them.

“oh wow, hi y/n!” the older girl smiled. “would it be okay if we took a picture?”

you nodded, smiling for a picture with the girl and asking for her name. “i’m alessia, and this is alex.” she said, pointing to her little sister who was standing behind her mom.

“aless, who is this?” her mom stepped in. obviously noticing you were very pregnant, her eyes flickered to your ring finger, obviously looking to see if you were married.

“mom, this is y/n. she’s shawn’s wife, you know that already.” alessia stated like she should already know.

the girls’ mom asked you a few questions about your pregnancy which you were happy to answer. eventually the younger girl came from behind her mothers legs and asked for a picture.

“so,” you started. “are you guys coming to watch the show?”

obviously they just thought you were making casual conversation, but you knew what you were doing.

“no,” alessia sighed. “i wish.”

“i tired my hardest to get them tickets but they were so expensive and money is tight right now.” their mom said. “but they wanted to come stand outside for a bit just incase shawn came outside.”

you sighed, you suggest shawn come outside but you understood why he couldn’t.

“well,” you smiled. “i happen to have some extra tickets if you three would like?”

the two girls nodded eagerly, looking at their mother for permission.

“we could ask you to do this,” she said, shaking her head.

“please,” you handed her three front row tickets. “it’s my gift. take them.” she took the tickets, all three of them thanking you many times.

another sharp pain ran through your body although this time it was more noticeable.

“are you okay?” alessia asked, putting her hand on your arm.

“yeah,” you nodded. “i’m okay. she’s just kicking.” you lied. “anyways, i should probably get going but it was nice meeting you guys. have fun later!”

you met a few more fans, giving them tickets and making them promise they wouldn’t say a word about it. you forgot to tell the first family not to say anything, you really hoped they wouldn’t. as for the pains, they didn’t fade away. in fact, they were getting more intense but you didn’t want to go inside just yet. you were sure everything was fine. the fact that you were in pain was more noticeable now, almost everyone was asking if you were okay. you were sure shawn knew something was going on because at one point even your security guard asked if everything was okay.

you handed the last group of fans some tickets as you felt the sharpest pain followed by a trickle of water going down your leg.

“shit,” you mumbled, noticing that your dress was now soaked with water and there was a small puddle under you. the girls noticed what happened and were definitely all recording you but you didn’t care at this point. you were in too much pain to walk back into the arena and find shawn. you noticed a bunch of people from shawn’s team walking out of the main entrance, followed by your husband. he knew exactly where you were standing so he was at your side immediately. the rest of the team followed close behind, andrew was on the phone with who you hoped was 911 for an ambulance.

“y/n,” shawn said. putting his arm around your shoulder and his other hand on your stomach. “is everything okay?”

“yeah,” you breathed. you assumed you were having a contraction, which would explain the pains you’ve been having all day. “i’m in labour though.”

“what?” shawn practically yelled.

“my water broke,” you motioned to the puddle of water a few feet away. you managed to move a few feet in the time it took for shawn to find you.

“you’re joking.”

“shawn why would i joke about this?”

you felt another contraction hit, while shawn yelled at someone to call an ambulance even though it was already on the way. you could hear the sirens in the distance already.

“holy shit y/n this is really happening!” he exclaimed, kissing the side of your head.

“yeah, 3 weeks early.”

the ambulance pulled up next
to you after a few more
minutes. they helped you onto the gurney and shawn followed behind them.

“let’s go have a baby,” he said as the nurses closed the ambulance doors. “3 weeks early.”

Family Reunion-(Stiles Stilinski)

Originally posted by martabuzz

Summary: You and Stiles attend a family reunion, but with a twist. Stiles is your fake ‘boyfriend’.

Warnings: none?

Pairing: Eventual Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 1561


I pull up into a car park down the street from my grans lake house and shoot Stiles a look of gratitude. If it weren’t for Stiles, my best friend and savior, I would have to endure another agonizing family reunion full of teasing and hurtful jokes aimed in my direction.

There are yearly family reunions at my grans lake house, and this year I’ve decided to bring along Stiles to end their tormenting. He’d play along as my ‘boyfriend’ and I’d be left alone once and for all.

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I’m so tired of feeling like this, feeling like killing myself is the only option, like the only way to stop feeling pain is to stop feeling altogether.
It’s funny because when i was 11, i never understood why people would take their own life.
But now, at the age of 15, i finally get it. Suicide seems as if it’s the only way that i can be at peace. Everyone around me is draining me to the point where all i can say is i’m tired, i don’t think people realise it’s not the kind of tired that sleep can fix. It’s the kind of tired where you don’t have the energy to get up and do anything, even though you know you need to. Where you don’t care about anything, but at the same time you care too much. It’s like all i want to do is sleep, but every time i close my eyes i picture you there, and it hurts because it makes me realise that you’re not here, it makes me realise how lonely i actually am. I mean i have people that say they care for me and that they’re there whenever, but i know that’s all bullshit. No ones really down for you, unless there’s something in it for them. Everyone i put first, always puts someone else before me. And it sucks, but it’s gotten to the point where i don’t care anymore. I’ve gone numb to everything. But there’s days where some thing’s hit harder than usual and i can’t do anything except deal with it. Except i still haven’t learnt how to deal with it, so all i can do is try to block it out because it’s just easier, but i’m not good at that either.
taking care of peter when he's injured would include...

I’D LIKE TO APOLOGIZE OMG I DIDN’T THINK IT WOULD GET THIS LONG OR ANGSTY 

  • ok so obviously there were some strings attached when it came to dating the hero himself of new york 
  • peter limping to your apartment building, not even swinging over there, because he just took a pretty bad beating and can’t move his shoulder along with a ton of other injuries to his lil body :(
  • him hobbling up your fire escape with little strings of curse words stumbling out of his mouth every time he stumbled up a step 
  • he personally thanks god that you live on the second floor
  • him tapping on your window so gentle you barely hear it but it’s a sound you’ve grown to know 
  • you getting super excited to see your boyfriend, a huge smile on your face when you hop off your bed and jog over to the window
  • all of that quickly disappearing when you take in his appearance 
  • quickly panicking and turning into protective mode when you see the lil angel hurt 
  • he’s holding onto the window with one hand and clutching his mask in the other with a pained expression
  • he’s got a nasty cut covering his left cheek, bruises scattering the sides of his face, and you’re positive there’s plenty of injuries underneath the rest of the suit
  • helping him get into your little room, careful not to wake up your parents, not wanting to have the ‘hey my boyfriend is spidey’ talk at this moment 
  • guiding him super gently to your bed and him just collapsing back from exhaustion and the waves of pain coursing through his whole body 
  • you pressing a quick kiss to his lips before telling him you’ll be right back
  • literally running out of your room to go find an emergency first aid kit, also stopping in the kitchen to get some ice, painkillers, etc 
  • running as quiet as you can without dropping two arm-fulls of supplies
  • seeing him on the bed wincing in pain literally makes your heart sink and you’re positive you feel it crack 
  • setting the stuff down on the bed next to him and climbing onto the bed with him, trying not to hit any parts of his body
  • “baby I’m sorry, but we need to get this suit off of you” 
  • him deflating it and allowing you to carefully pull it off, seeing the scattered bruises and gashes littering his abdomen
  • you’re positive you can feel his pain just by seeing your baby like this 
  • starting with the cuts, cleaning them, making your heart break eVEN MORE when he hisses in pain, because you couldn’t stand hurting the boy anymore than he already is 
  • “I’m so sorry babe, just a few more”
  • him nodding quietly and shutting his eyes trying to not think about it
  • you wanting to ask what happened, but not sure when you should ask
  • him somehow reading your mind with those spidey senses
  • “c-couple of vulture’s guys, don’t worry d-darling, i probably did more damage to them than they did”
  • “dID YOU KILL THEM THEN? PLEASE TELL ME YOU DID.  YOU COULD’VE FUCKING DIED PETER. SO HELP ME GOD YOU DIDN’T GO AFTER THEM BECAUSE I’VE ASKED YOU A MILLION TIMES TO STOP PURPOSELY GOING LOOKING FOR THOSE ASSHOLES.” 
  • your voice starting to raise because you’re so damn scared and hurt to see him like this, it’s like watching your world fall apart 
  • you can feel the tears you’ve been holding back start to fall
  • him noticing it and sitting up slowly, guilt running through him and making his pain almost feel insignificant due to the fact that he thinks he’s the reason you’re crying because he promised himself he’d never drag you into this side of his life
  • “B-baby, please listen to me, I-I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have come here”
  • literally almost getting whiplash from turning your head that quick to look at him with a ‘wtf’ face 
  • “whY wouldn’t you come here? Peter I’m your girlfriend for fucks sake I’m supposed to take care of you”
  • “b-but how can I let you take care of me when i can see it tearing you apart?” in a rEAlly soft voice, his voice cracking off at the end 
  • this statement honestly hits you super hard and before you know it you can feel sobs about to burst out of you
  • you standing up off the bed, making him sit up more and his heart beat pick up insanely faster bc he’s worried you’d walk out the door 
  • “w-w-where are you going?”
  • your back turned to him so he can’t see the painful expression on your face and the sobs quieted by your hand
  • but peter’s smarter than that and can see you shaking
  • honestly he doesn’t even care anymore about his injuries at this point so he gets off the bed and stands behind you
  • “baby-y can you p-please look at me?” tbh his heart feels like it weighs a million pounds due to the guilt coursing through him, even though it’s not like he intended to hurt you, he just didn’t know where else to go
  • you not turning around
  • him grabbing your waist and turning you around to face him and sucking in a huge breath when he sees the agonizing look on your face but you turn your head to ground, embarrassed that he’s seeing this side of you
  • “no no don’t hide from me, please baby, not now”
  • “I’m supposed to be strong for you, I’m supposed to take care of you when you’re hurt and I can’t even do that. I’m a shitty girlfriend” you try to stutter out in between sobs 
  • “hey hey hey don’t talk like that, don’t be ridiculous” him shushing you gently, picking up your head with his hand, “please look at me” and his voice breaking off, due to the tightening and pain in his throat he’s getting from holding back his tears 
  • you shaking your head furiously and pulling away, but him refusing to see you this way any longer so he grabs your face with both hands this time, wiping the fast falling tears with his thumbs
  • pulling you into his chest, not caring about his pain because honestly seeing you this way was 10000x worse than any physical pain he could endure
  • “I-I’m so sorry” you sobbing against his chest, pulling away
  • “No, you stay h-here” he demands, wrapping both arms around you tighter
  • somehow the body contact is mending his heart a lil bit and making some other pain go away
  • you finally pull away after a few minutes when your breathing and sobs have calmed down
  • “what if y-you get hurt worse than i could ever help fix?” you whisper to him, the thought of it making tears fall all over again 
  • him dragging you back to the bed, laying you down, and crawling next to you, pulling you into his arms 
  • “I promise you I’m always going to come back” 
  • and “y-you’re the biggest reason I have to stay alive” 
  • “Peter I don’t know what I’d do without you, I mean, you’re my world” 
  • “m-mine too baby”
  • “promise me you’ll be careful, i’ll always be here to fix you up but i hate seeing you hurt” 
  • “i’ll try my hardest, b-but seeing you hurt like this is worse than any bad guy could ever do to me” and “even the possibility of losing you scares me more than any villain imaginable” 
  • “i’m not going anywhere” 
  • “good…c-can you please hand me some ibuprofen? my adrenaline from that little moment is wearing off…” 
  • “RIGHT, SORRY!!”
  • jumping out of bed literally to finish patching him up 
  • straddling his hips to properly take care of his wounds and him just staring at you, unable to comprehend what he did to land as lucky as he did with you 

Wip - Church/Graveyard Combo

Behind the scenes - I’ve just started pulling things from Buy Mode. But this is how I do stuff. That way I only have to cycle through the catalog a few times. I spend most of the time recoloring stuff and changing my mind 10 times. And then deleting what doesn’t fit. 

The One with the Blackout - Daddy’s Little Lovebug

Word Count: 5367

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst where I said there would be none. I’m sorry. 

A/N: Written for @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess Hubba Bubba Birthday Challenge. Sorry it’s like a week late. Life happened. This also wasn’t what I was originally gonna write but again…life happened. Sorry. 

Constructive feedback always appreciated!

Daddy’s Little Lovebug Masterlist


“So this is pretty nice.” Dean chuckled, grabbing your hand across the diner table. Sam and Eileen volunteered to spend the night watching JoJo to give Dean and you the night to yourselves and you’d spent it eating greasy diner food at an old dive bar. It was very much your style. “Not that I don’t miss my little girl but adult time is fun too.”

“You know she’s probably sprawled across our bed, right?” Dean snorted a laugh and nodded, knowing you were right. She always did that when you were both gone unless she passed out on the couch with Sam or in Sam’s bed.

“Well, this is a treat.” A voice sneered from behind you as the diner suddenly went dark and silent. High heels got closer and you turned, staring at a face you recognized quite well. “Never thought I’d run into you two again. Where’s that precious little girl of yours?” The tall blonde staring down Dean and you was a witch you both failed to kill several years ago, Gretchen, but you managed to kill her entire coven and family. You thought you ran her off, never to be seen again, but you were apparently wrong. “Come on…what’s her name again? Joanna Celeste Winchester?”

You gritted your teeth, unsure of how she knew about your daughter. “Who?” You decided to play stupid and Dean followed along.

“You must have us confused with other hunters. We don’t have a kid.”

“What dumbass would bring a kid into this life?” You scoffed, reaching for the gun tucked away in your holster.

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Dating Kit Walker (after the asylum) would include...

Originally posted by casa-n-sheeit

there needs to be more kit in this damn place i’m tired of waiting

- meeting after he gets out of the asylum at his garage

- him flirting with you non-stop while fixing your car

- looking around the shop and seeing a picture on his tiny desk

- “that’s my kids; Thomas and Julia (a/n: hehe not me)””oh…they’re quite cute””thanks; they’re all i have now”

- thanking him when he’s done

- going on a date

- where he’s a total gentlemen

- bringing you to meet the kids

- they adore you

- lots of late night calls

- staying the night sometimes

- waking up wearing his shirts

- helping him get his work jumpsuit on bc he’s too sleepy

- looking after the kids; playing with the lil cuties

- making dinner for all of you since he gets home around 6

- him coming home covered in grease but smiling

- kissing you

- “daddy, mommy made brownies!””ooo brownies””ah, ah, ah, after dinner Kit””aww but sweetheeeeeaaaart”

- mocking his Boston accent though you love it

- he puts the kids to bed

- cleaning him up in the shower

- heated make-out sessions

- sending the kids to Lana’s sometimes

- so you can have sex

- “back up and turn around like a good boy””damn Y/N””was that ok?””do it again babygirl”

- cuddling after as he smokes

- him giving you piggyback rides

- comforting him when he has dreams of the asylum

- trying to drive his truck

- “Kit?!””what? what’s wrong?!””nothing, I just wanted to hear your voice”

- he likes carrying you

- sometimes he’ll bring you to work with him

- being hella bored so you sit on his lap when he does paperwork

- making coffee for the both of you in the morning

- playing with his curls

- taking bubble baths together

- worshipping each others bodies

- “daddy kissed mommy””ew’’

- dancing together

- laughing bc he’s a dork

- him picking you up in surprise

- hearing him complain about his vision

- denying that he needs glasses though

- until you drag him to the doctor

- “wow Kit Kat you look like an old man””gee thanks babydoll””but you’re my old man- Kit stop rolling your eyes”

- many many m a n y dad jokes

- growing old together

- being there when he gets cancer

- “you better not leave me Kit Walker!””I won’t; I love you”

💋Piercing Theories [Part 2] (Ethan x Reader)

Summary:  Ethan owns a tattoo and piercing shop and a girl comes in asking to get her nipples pierced and so he says yes and as he’s doing it he gets hard cause she’s super flirty and touchy and sexual about the piercings and once they are done he wants her to come to his house after the piercings have healed so about 2 weeks later she goes over and he fucks her and plays with her piercings a lot and just super rough with lots of dirty talk?  Maybe when she goes in to get them pierced she can say something like “i heard that a girl can cum just by playing with her nipples after they get pierced” and he just kinda brushes it off but then when she goes over to his house he’s like “why don’t we find out the answer to your question sweetheart” and then makes her cum just by that then fucks her

Warnings: Rough sex/Nipple play/Squirting

A/N: I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I RECEIVED THIS REQUEST!

Part 1

Originally posted by punishmedolans

My nipples look so hot. I gushed at myself as I examined my body in the mirror. I pulled out my phone to map out where Ethan lived. Turns out he only lives a few miles away from the tattoo shop. I wore my maroon crop top with my skin tight black jeans which made my butt pop. You could see my piercings through the crop top which made me feel hella hot. I ran my fingers through my curly dark hair to attempt to brush out some knots from my sleep. I was planning on going to the shop to meet with Ethan and then I assume he’ll lead me to his house. I grabbed my purse and locked my door. I walked out to my car and climbed inside. I blasted Champagne and Pools by Hoodie Allen. I sped down the road and I pulled up to the shop. I noticed all of the lights were off and I remembered that it was Sunday. Tattoo shops are typically closed on Sundays. I cursed to myself, but I noticed someone was inside.

It was Ethan pressed against the glass door. He had his devilish smirk on his face. I could see his tatted arms pressed against the glass. He waved me to come inside. I shut my car off and I walked to the glass. He opened the door with a smirk. “Hey there sweetheart. I’ve been thinking about you.” He smiled to which I smiled myself. “I’ve been thinking of your theory too.” His fingertips traced along the counter.

“Oh yeah?” I asked with a smile. “What have you been thinking?” My tongue slid across my bottom lip as I pulled my lip in between my teeth. He walked up to the front door and locked the deadbolt. “What are you doing here anyways? Shouldn’t you be off at home or something?” He chuckled at my question.

“I had a feeling you would show up here. So I figured I would come and meet you here.” Ethan’s eyes roamed down my body to which I smiled. “How do they look?” He asked biting his lip.

“You wanna see them?” I asked as my hands roamed over my breasts. Ethan strutted my direction and he nodded. I could see the excitement in his smile. I slipped my hand down my shirt, but Ethan stopped me.

“Please. Allow me.” He smirked as his fingers clasped on the hem of my shirt as he pulled my crop top over my head to which he smiled since I wasn’t wearing a bra. There they were. My pierced nipples were hardening because of the cold air and the fact that there was a piercing in them. “How do they feel?” He asked as his fingertips traced my collarbone which sent chills through my body.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” I asked biting my lip smiling. His eyes locked with mine. He chuckled.

“Sweetheart you should know that if I start, we aren’t going to stop.” He said biting his lip. He walked over to the windows and closed the blinds so there wasn’t as much light in the shop and no one could see us.

“I’m okay with that. This is an experiment remember?” I smirked and with that I was pushed against the front desk hard. His hands found my exposed breast which made me shiver. The intense contact hurt at first, but soon I was okay. His lips pressed to my collarbone harshly which he began to kiss roughly. I let a moan escape as he cupped my butt and sat me on the desk.

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

His hands found my exposed breast which made me shiver. The intense contact hurt at first, but soon I was okay. His lips pressed to my collarbone harshly which he began to kiss roughly. I let a moan escape as he cupped my butt and sat me on the desk. His lips connected to mine as my arms wrapped around him to pull him closer. My legs wrapped around him too which I could feel his satisfactory smirk pressed against my skin. His lips kissed their way down my chest and he gently kissed my left breast nipple as he played with the other nipple.

“Let’s test this theory shall we? Take your pants off.” He commanded as he began to unbutton my black jeans. I helped shuffle them down my ankle to which he smirked again. He pressed his thumb hard into my crotch. “Damn you’re already so wet for me.” He growled as he continued to play with my nipples. At first we was a little gentle, but soon he started to tug them a little and nibble on them.

“E-Ethan.” I rolled my hips into him to which he smiled.

“Patience baby girl. I know how wet you are okay? Here.” Ethan pulled my panties down my ankles. I felt a cold chill, but soon gasped when Ethan pushed two fingers inside of me. “Does that release some of the pressure sweetheart?” I nodded hazily. His fingers were so long that it felt so good. I could feel my walls clench around his fingers which made me moan for him. Ethan took my other nipple in his mouth as he was sucking. I could feel his tongue swirling around my nipples which made my knees began to shake.

“E-Ethan.” My fingers squeezed the back of his head as he continued swirling his tongue. I feel his fingers wiggle a little which sent me over the edge. “Ughhhh Ethan.” I moaned as my nails dug into his shoulder. I thrusted forward as Ethan pulled away from my nipples making a popping sound.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

“Well how was that?” He asked as he stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean and once again, pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a pop. I couldn’t say anything, but Ethan knew what he did. He was smirking as he pulled his shirt off. “Come with me.” Ethan scooped me off of the desk and he carried me to the back to where a tattooing chair was. 

He laid my naked body down as he pulled his pants off as he was smiling. “Are you ready for this?” He asked which I smirked. “Good. Get on your knees and turn around.” I didn’t hesitate. I spread my legs a little as I gripped the head rest of the chair. Ethan smacked my ass which made me let out a yelp. “Moan for my dick baby girl.” Ethan then slipped his hard cock inside of me which made me moan.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

“Fuck Ethan you’re so big!” I moaned as he started to thrust into me. I started to move my ass against him as he slammed into me. I moaned as I felt the pressure building up. Ethan tangled his hand in my hair and pulled back hard.

“You’re such a fucking slut to let your nipple piercer fuck you in the back on his shop.” Ethan growled as he pulled my hair back so I released my grip on the chair. He smacked my ass hard which made me moan again. I let my body fall back against Ethan’s chest, but continued to stand on my knees. Ethan started to suck and nipple on my shoulder which I knew would leave a bruise like all the ones before. His hand found its way down to my clit as he rubbed vigorously. I started to whine, but a good whine.

“Fuck yes Ethan. I’m your little slut.” I moaned as he continued to rub my clit and suck harshly on my neck.

“Fuck!” In one swoop somehow Ethan flipped me around and continued to rub harshly and then he started to eat me out. He was jacking himself off as he was eating me out hard. He nibbled on my clit as my hips rolled on his face.

“Ethan I’m close.” I felt the pressure build up as Ethan’s tongue slipped all around inside of me. In and out over and over again. He pulled his face away and started to rub me hard again on my clit which made me whine and moan.

“Cum for me you little slut. Come for daddy.” Ethan growled which threw me off guard. If I would have known about his daddy kink I would have been calling him daddy this whole time. “Scream my name. I want everyone in LA to know I make you feel this good.” Ethan said as his three fingers rubbed my clit hard and fast and soon I came.

“Fuck Ethan! Oh yes daddy!” I moaned and my body did something different. I squirted out all on Ethan’s hand which I heard him moaning again as he continued to jack himself off.

“Fuck Y/N that’s so hot.” Ethan said as he jerked himself with his now wet hand and soon he came all over my stomach and thighs. We were both just panting and now we were both wet and extremely tired. Ethan kneeled down and kissed my clit again which made my body jolt.

“Ethan stop.” I laughed as I sat up.

“You taste so good.” He chuckled as he walked out of the room leaving me on the chair.

“Ethan? Can you bring me a towel?” I chuckled as Ethan walked inside the room with two towel and a dark shirt.

“Here.” He tossed me the towel and a shop shirt. I dried myself off as he did the same. I slipped the shirt over my head as I started laughing. Ethan slipped on a pair of boxers and some jeans. “Alright I’ll say it. That was fucking hot. Best sex ever. First time I’ve ever made a girl squirt too and that was extremely fucking hot.” Ethan laughed. I attempted to fix my hair as I stood up from the chair.

“Thanks. You’re the first guy to make me do that.” I chuckled and so did Ethan.

“I think it was the piercings. Your theory is true sweetheart, but you should know we should test it a few more times just to make sure you know?” He smirked which I giggled.

“We’ll see Ethan. I have to be able to walk too.” We both started chuckling as we walked back out into the front of the shop. I gathered my clothes in my arms. I didn’t worry about putting them on since the shirt went down to my knees.

“Well you have my number so make sure to give me a call if you ever need any more piercings or have any more theories to test.” He smirked which caused me to roll my eyes.

“Oh I’ll think about it.” I said, but Ethan turned me around and pressed my back against the door as he kissed my lips again. He slowly pulled away smiling.

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

“What about now?” He smirked as he bit his lip.

“Yeah yeah I’ll call you.” We chuckled as I opened the door to leave the shop. I could feel Ethan’s eyes on me as I walked out to my car. I waved goodbye to him, but then my phone rang. I saw Ethan’s name flash across the screen. “Hello?” I asked confused.

“I just realized you didn’t have my number so I figured I would call so you could have it.” He chuckled which caused me to giggle as well.

“Bye Ethan.” I said but Ethan coughed loudly. “Oh sorry. I meant bye daddy.” I giggled and so did Ethan. I hung up the phone as I drove back home realizing my nipples really fucking hurt.

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Two

Summary: Your mind is spinning after Jared’s confession, and you confide in Jensen. When you finally tell Genevieve, it goes better than you could have imagined.

Words: 4.1k

Jared x Reader, Jared x Gen (minor Gen x Reader, Jensen x Danneel)

Warnings: angst, consensual infidelity, kinda poly relationship

A/N: finally the sequel to this, thanks to @smexyscribbles and @squeegeebees for looking it over for me! (also I know the Ackles twins are in this, but for this story, the padababy isn’t in the picture yet)

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