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Shower Time Confessions

Summary: Castiel was a virgin whenever you took him under your wing and decided to show him all of the ways you could pleasure each other - you just didn’t expect to fall in love along the way.

A/N: I know, I know! I said I’d have this up last night. I kind of…passed out. heheh

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), language, fluff that hurts sooo good.

Word Count: 1.3k

Originally posted by magnificent-winged-beast

Mmm, Cas, yes..” you trailed off as your hands threaded into the dark brown locks that belonged to the angel between your thighs.

L-left,” you whimpered, guiding his head to your right and his left so that his tongue drug across your folds perfectly- “fuuck, right there… oh god.

You cried out as his tongue swiped up and down, leaving you panting and writhing beneath him as your orgasm washed you over only a second later, your throbbing sex exploding with the intense pleasure you’d been chasing after for the last hour before Cas pulled away.

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Shore Leave: Beyond

Summary: Jim x Reader x Leonard:  It all started when the crew of the Enterprise took some much needed shore leave on Yorktown. On the first night, you decide to go out with Scotty, Jim and Bones to the local bar. It’s when Scotty calls it quits for the night that things took a turn for the..best? If “best” meant being in between the most handsome men on the U.S.S Enterprise. Nothing like a good ole romp in the sack with the Captain & Doctor, at least for one night. One night, right? Or will this be the best shore leave you ever had?

A/N: This is it guys. I don’t even know what to say, it’s been amazing and fun. Can’t believe this started as a simple imagine and just went from there. Thank you for sticking with me and I’m sad to see this one go. I hope you are all happy with the ending! Love you.

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Shane Walsh X Sara Grimes
Setting: Season 1, episode 6 - At the CDC.
Word Count: 3.1k
Rating: E for explicit / Mature audiences only.
Notes: Because I loved Shane, everything he did was to survive. If he made it to season 7, everything he did for the group then would be reasonable now. (Except the whole Lori nonsense, tsk tsk Shane.)
Summary: Shane is drunk, he interrupts reader’s late night shower to help sober himself up, clearly needing a helping hand getting back to bed.
Song: Need You Now - Lady Antebellum

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“Lost Love - Part 2″

Chibs Telford x Reader
(GIF isn’t mine)

***This could serve as the final part to this, or I could add one or two more. Let me know what you want in the comments!***
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He hadn’t yet told Clay and the others why you left, just that you had split, saying it was to keep the club safe. When he heard his phone ring, he picked it up, flipping it open and pressing it to his ear.
“Hello?” his voice called out, tired, beaten down, depressed.
“Hello?” he called put again as you listened, trying to form words but nothing came out.
“… (Y/N)?…” his voice cracked and you broke out into sobs on your side of the phone.
“(Y/N)!” he yelled into the phone with relief and exhaustion. “Lass where are you!?”
“I can’t tell you Filip.” you sniffled, “Stahl, she won’t settle for anything less than one of us or all of us in prison. Me, you, or the club. If she can’t press me then she has nothing. I can’t let it happen baby. I’m so sorry….” you trailed off.
“Lass we can figure it out, we always have. We can fin’ a way aroun’ it. I swear, (Y/N), come home, an’ I will make sure you don’ have to go to jail.” he pleaded with you, his voice quiet through the tears he cried.
“What about you? What about the club?”
“It isn’ your worry, lass. Come home.”
“I can’t…. I… I can’t Filip. I love you.”
“No! No (Y/N)  wait! Baby plea–”
You hung up the phone and threw it across the room, screaming as you cried. The one thing you wanted right now was the one thing you couldnt have… Your old man.



“(Y/N)!….. (Y/N)?!….” Chibs yelled before realizing you had ended the call. “FUCK!” he screamed, hurling the phone across the bar, narrowly missing the prospect as he threw himself down on a bar stool and pulled the bottle of whiskey to his mouth, gulping it down. Juice walked inside the clubhouse and Chibs hurriedly stood up, closing the distance between them and searching the younger man’s face for any sign of hope. Juice looked down, “She’s covering her tracks, man. She hasn’t used any of her cards since she left Charming and I haven’t been able to track her cell. I don’t think she’s using it.”
“Aye, she called me from a burner,” he sighed.
“You have no idea where she might be headed? Any family nearby? Any friends she wanted to visit? Anything…”
“All her family is here, in Charming, Stockton, Lodi… An’ before you say it, no I can’ just go askin’ them for help, they hate us…”
“Okay, what about–”
“Damn it, Juicey, I don’t know!” the Scottish man yelled, the alcohol making him more impatient than usual. He threw his whiskey glass against the wall behind the bar, sending it shattering into pieces.

Juice just lowered his head and sulked away, turning his head over his shoulder to speak to his brother, “I’ll keep looking…” he softly spoke, “…see what I can find.”



After spending a few nights in Lodi, trying to plan what you were going to do, you finally decided to leave California. You set off for Oregon, hoping the Sons would take a while to start searching beyond state lines. When you neared Ashland, you realized your gas light was on and you pulled into a Shell station, getting out and filling up, before setting back on your way.
After hours on the road you decided to stop for the night in Eugene, renting a room and settling in.


Juice busted through the clubhouse doors with his laptop in his hand.
“Where’s Chibs!?” he yelled at the prospect who was sitting, talking to Jax, and Clay.
“He’s in the bedroom in the back, what did you find?” Clay answered him, standing up.
“Three hours ago her card was swiped at a gas station just inside the Oregon state line. I hacked into some traffic cams and followed her car here,” He turned his screen around pointing to a spot on the map he had pulled up, “It’s a hotel in Eugene.”
“Shit. We gotta go get her,” Jax huffed, turning to his younger friend, “call Tig and the others, get em up here. Now. I’ll go get Chibs….”


Chibs stood in the shower, letting the hot water rush over him as he held the bottle to his lips. He couldn’t stand on his own and had to support himself with his hand against the shower wall. He had been living on a diet of Bourbon and Irish Whiskey for the last few days and he was so drunk, he didn’t notice his VP walking in.

“Chibs, we need to go.” Jax called to him from outside the shower. The older man ignored him.
“Chibs,” Jax spoke again, pulling back the shower curtain, “Lets go man. Juice found (Y/N).”

The mention of her name snapped him out of his stupor and he let the bottle slip from his hands.

“Come on. We need to go now before she realizes her mistake,” Jax urged him and he stepped out of the shower, suddenly his drunkenness had faded and he was on a warpath.


You woke up the next morning after a restless night. You weren’t used to sleeping without Filip beside you.
You crawled out of bed and walked to the bathroom, stepping in the shower and beginning to bathe when you felt panic set in…… you couldn’t remember going inside the convenience store to pay for your gas yesterday.
  
“Oh no…. Oh no no no no!” you wailed, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around you before running into your room and pulling out your phone and powering it on. You needed to check your bank account to be sure you hadn’t out of habit swiped your card to pay for your fuel.

“Fuck fuck fuck… Come on!” you yelled at the phone as it took its time powering on.

You hurriedly logged into your banking account to find your fears realized as you heard the roaring of motorcycles outside.

merlin-neckerchief  asked:

Please can you do 17 with Derek. Your writing is amazing and you are such a inspirational person. Xx

You’re so sweet, thank you!!! Oh my gosh, what a lovely compliment…that is just one of the kindest things I’ve ever been told!

#17. “Ignore me, I didn’t see anything”


“Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygoooooooooosh,” I groaned, dancing around outside the bathroom door in a desperate attempt to not pee my pants. Pounding on the door once more, I only waited a few seconds before deciding ‘to hell with it’ and bursting in.

“Y/N!” Derek cried, sticking his head out from behind the shower curtain. 

“You’re taking forever and I’m gonna pee all over your hallway, I’ll only be a minute,” I replied, my voice full of urgency as I rushed to the toilet, fumbling with the button on my jeans before quickly shoving them down. Relief washed through me as I was finally able to empty my full bladder, sighing happily. 

It was then that I looked up to meet Derek’s annoyed glare.

“Dude!” I said, widening my eyes. “Can you please not look at me when I’m going to the bathroom?” 

“Ignore me, I didn’t see anything,” he grumbled, getting back to his shower. “You only burst in on my shower.” 

We fell into silence after that, each of us going about our own business, once I was finished, I put my pants back in place and turned on the faucet to wash my hands. The water in the shower went off at the same time, half of Derek’s body emerging as he searched for his towel.

I let my eyes wander in the mirror, smiling a bit at how he was poorly attempting to hold the bottom half of the shower curtain to maintain his privacy as he reached for the towel. Deciding to take pity on him, I dried my hands and turned to grab the fabric, handing it to him with a grin.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, stepping back behind the curtain. 

“No problem.” As I opened the door to leave, I paused, looking over my shoulder just as he stepped out, towel wrapped around his waist. “Der, you really didn’t see anything when I was…ya know?”

“No,” he shrugged. “You were moving so fast and my eyes were trying to stay on your face. Why?”

“Just curious. I can’t say the same, though,” I told him, smirking over my shoulder as I pulled the door shut behind me. There was just enough time for me to catch his face turning bright red before I headed down the hall laughing.

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Smut

Prompt:  Can you make me an imagine where stiles and I get in a fight and then he comes over screaming yelling how much he loves me and we end up having rough make up sex

A/N: Guys, I apologize (once again) for not being able to upload all of your imagines on time. I have MANY requests and so little time to do these, but there’s no way I’m going to let any imagine slip away. Plus, some of your asks don’t even reach my inbox. I ask you to be patient. Ly - Erisa


Stiles and I were arguing for about an hour. I saw him dancing with another girl at the club we were in. No, no. That’s not it. The girl was grinding on him and he had her really close to his body.

[ flashback ]

“Hey, Stiles. I think I see Allison and Scott. Do you mind if I go talk to them?” I yelled over the music, at my boyfriend. “Fine by me.” I nodded and walked away.

“So where is Stiles, really?” Allison asked me. “I left him at the bar but I don’t see him there anymore. Maybe he went to the bathroom.” Where is Stiles?

“Y/N I think I see him on the dance floor. Or maybe not. No, that’s another guy, silly me, haha- ha.” Scott laughed awkwardly which made me quite suspicious. “I’m going to the dance floor.” I told them and left. I heard Scott yell “No Y/N don’t-” but it was already too late. I saw my boyfriend with another girl, dancing. That wasn’t even the bad part. She had her ass up his dick, I could barely see Stiles’ knuckles turn white from gripping at her waist. “What the fuck is wrong with you Stiles?” I yelled so loud I started drawing attention to where we were. “What do you mean?” Stiles said, a very confused expression on his look. “We’re going home. Now.” He didn’t have time to reply because I was already dragging him outside.

[ end of flashback ]

“Why do you have to get jealous so easily?” Stiles yelled, once again. He was pacing back and forth in our living room with a furious expression on his face.

“Excuse me, mister, but how would you feel if I did that? Because I know you would’ve reacted way worse than I did. You should be glad I didn’t punch that bitch and we didn’t get kicked out of the club.”

“And you should be glad I haven’t cheated on you when I had so many chances with much sexier girls than you! Like tonight for example! You should be glad it even stayed there.” By the time he said that, tears were threatening to spill from my eyes but I held them back. He noticed that and came closer, lifted his arms slightly to cup my cheeks. “Y/N I’m sorry, babe, I really didn’t mean to-” I scooted away from his touch. “Save it. You meant every word you said, otherwise you wouldn’t tell me that. You know, I’m glad I saw you dance with her, or I would’ve never realized the fact that you don’t want me anymore. You are free to fuck anyone you want. In fact, you are free from our relationship.” 

When I was 5, I made a promise to myself. I would never cry for a boy. That day I broke my promise. As soon as I finished the sentence, I ran upstairs and locked myself to our shared bedroom. I collapsed on the bed, and cried on the pillow. I love Stiles to death but if he isn’t happy with our relationship, I won’t force him to it.

Three hours had passed and I was still crying. Words hurt more than actions. I got up, unlocked the door and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I took a look at myself in the mirror. I was a total mess. Mascara was on my cheeks, hair sticking out everywhere, my dress was wrinkled. That’s the effect he had on me. I unzipped my dress and let it fall. I unhooked my bra and slid down my panties, hopping in the shower. I let the hot water hit my skin, I let it relax me. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t even realize Stiles had gotten in the bathroom until his clumsiness struck in. He knocked over a bottle of shampoo and cursed under his breath. I turned off the shower head and popped my head out of the shower to see what was going on out there. “I love you okay?” He said and I went back to showering. Ignoring him was the least I could do. Stiles got in the shower without me realizing it. He was facing my back and when he touched my shoulders, I screamed and turned around to see who scared me to death. Stiles took it as an opportunity to kiss me, pulling both of us under the hot water. 

At first, I didn’t kiss him back but the fact that he grabbed my bare ass made me moan in his mouth, which he took advantage of and slid his tongue inside my mouth. I couldn’t resist anymore and kissed him back hungrily. After a steamy make out session, I pulled back and ripped off his shirt. His jeans followed after leaving us both naked. Stiles lifted me up and took us to back to the bed. He threw me on it and quickly hovered over me. He attacked my neck with kisses and when he realized where my weak spot was, he sucked and bit on the skin making me groan uncontrollably. I was tugging on his hair and arched my back so he can have more space. His lips at where trailing kisses from my neck to my collarbone and back up to my lips.

We switched positions and I repeated his actions from before. Kissing, biting, sucking the soft skin of his neck and then lowering myself to his abs, sliding my tongue until I reached his V line. I looked up at him with innocent eyes. “Do you like this daddy?” I purred the last word. Stiles had a daddy kink and you could get him to do anything you want by just saying that word. “Yes, baby girl. Daddy likes his princess treating him.”

I kissed the tip of his dick, earning a loud moan from Stiles. I parted my lips an took his whole member on my mouth. I deep-throated him until I was unable to breathe. I bobbed my head back and forth, pleasuring him in ways I knew no other girl could.

“Y/N” Stiles moaned, warning me he was close. I repeated my actions and a few moments later he came on my mouth. I gladly swallowed all of his load and laid on my back again. “No, doggy style.” He ordered me and I obeyed. I loved the aggressive, dominant side of him. It turned me on more than anything. I got on my knees and placed my elbows on the bed. Stiles slammed into me really hard and pulled on my hair with his left hand, whilst his right hand was placed on the small of my back, steadying himself. “F-Faster.” was the only word I barely got out of my mouth. 

He did as I said and went faster. His deep thrusts brought me closer to climaxing. I felt that familiar knot in my stomach, my walls tightened around Stiles’ dick. “Stiles I-” “I know baby girl, I know. Hang on.” Stiles always knew how to pleasure me. “On the count of 3.” He thrust into me a few more times until I couldn’t hold it any longer. “STILES” I screamed for him to start counting, knowing any time sooner I would come. “1,2,3.” We both let go and came at the same time. He pulled out of me and lowered his head on my pussy. He licked my walls and thrust his tongue inside my vagina. What made me go nuts was that he added 3 fingers afterwards. He was pumping them really fast while licking my clit. Not too long after, I squirted while screaming out his name. At that point, I didn’t care about the neighbors hearing me, I only cared about the pleasure my body was given. Stiles kept pumping his fingers and curling them, making me squirt for the second time. He pulled out and re-lowered his head to lick me clean.

He kissed his way up to my lips and I switched us positions again. I climbed on top of him and placed his dick at my entrance. I backed my hips down, adjusting his size. I started riding him very fast. Moans and curses escaped both our mouths, they were the only sounds to be heard in the room. “Let go when I tell you.” I said to him while jumping up and down his huge dick, just the thought of it turning me on even more, if that was possible. Stiles, meanwhile, was playing with my boobs, drawing patterns around my nipples with his thumbs.

“Now.” I yelled at him, and we both came, yet again. I could feel his warm liquid being shot inside of me, sliding down my walls and back out of my vagina, mixed with my juices. Thank God I was on Pills. I collapsed on the bed next to Stiles, both panting. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” “After tonight, you are forgiven.” I chuckled and turn to him. “I love you, too, okay?”


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YouTube Sensation Pt. 6.2 - The Morning After

Characters: Reader, Single!Jensen Ackles

Pairings: Reader x Single!Jensen

Warnings: smutty shower sex

Word Count: 1,200

Summary: The title speaks for  itself.

Things to know: Read YouTube Sensation Parts 1,  23, 45, and 6 to get caught up.

You’ll either love it or you’ll hate it because I’m not really moving the plot forward here. This just felt like the natural next step. SO without further ADO… I give you YouTube Sensation Pt. 6.2. - The Morning After

Most images are not mine


You woke up with the sun shining brightly through the window. You squinted your eyes, trying to protect them from the blinding morning sun. You tried to orient yourself. You were not in your hotel room, that much you were certain of. Then as a pair of arms slipped around your waist, you were flooded with memories of the night before. You became aware of the body lying flush against your naked backside.

“Jensen,” you murmured as you wrapped your arms around his, gently rubbing them. He sighed contentedly from behind you as he leaned forward and kissed your neck sweetly. 

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said as he nuzzled into your neck. You leaned into his touch and sighed, not wanting this moment to end. 

You rolled over, your bare chest pressed firmly against his as you stared into his dark green eyes. He smiled at you sleepily as he slowly rolled on top of you, his lips meeting yours. His hand caressed your cheek as your tongues danced together as if they were made to.

You pulled away reluctantly, running your hand over Jensen’s bare muscled chest. You sat up and wrapped the sheet around you shyly as you swung your legs over the side of the bed and padded, barefoot, to the bathroom.

As you closed the door, you heard Jensen laugh. “The view is just as good even when your hiding in a sheet.” You smiled to yourself as you looked in the mirror. You looked like someone who had spent the night wrestling. You laughed at the thought. That was one way to express how you had spent last night. 

You reached over and turned on the shower. The sheet dropped to the floor as you stepped in. You looked around as the water cascaded over you and whistled. You could easily fit ten people in this, you thought to yourself. As the warm water flowed over your skin, you remembered the events of yesterday. You ran your hands through your hair as you reached for the hotel shampoo. You could have swore you heard the bathroom door creak open, but you ignored it. You turned your back to the shower door as you lathered your hair, enjoying the gentle massage of your fingers, eyes closed. A low moan escaped your throat and surprised you.

“Anything I can help with?” Jensen said with a laugh as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. You let out a surprised gasp at the feeling of him against your naked back. He was rock hard, and you couldn’t help but throw your head back against his shoulder and chuckle.You kissed his jaw as he lathered his hands and began to wash your body.

His skilled hands ran over your breasts, gently massaging each as you moaned against him. You were putty in his hands. As his hands explored your body, they found their way down to your wet core. As he captured your lips in a tender kiss, he palmed you and slowly rubbed circles around your clit drawing a gasp from you. 

“Jensen,” you moaned, arching your back, pushing against his touch and slowly grinding with his hand, desperate for more. As you rocked against his hand, he slid one finger inside you. You wrapped an arm around his neck for leverage as his other hand held you firmly against him. Your mouth fell open in a scream of pleasure when he slid a second finger inside you. He began pumping furiously as you begged him for more. He curled his fingers inside you and your orgasm washed over you with such a jolt that your knees buckled underneath you. Thankfully Jensen had a firm grip as he held you tight and helped you ride out the pleasure. You tried to pull his hand away because your legs were shaking uncontrollably, but this only encouraged him to wring out every ounce of pleasure. 

“I’ve got you,” he assured you.

“Oh - my - God, Jensen,” you laughed in between words unable to process the pleasure that he was bringing you. Finally when you had come down from the incredible high, Jensen whipped you around and kissed you fiercely. You wrapped your hand around his cock, desperate to repay the favor. You pumped vigorously for a few moments while Jensen’s tongue worked its magic. It didn’t take long before Jensen pulled your hand away from him and backed you against the shower wall. The shower was filled with steam, and you were breathing heavily as Jensen stared into your eyes. He lifted one leg and hooked it around his hip as you aligned him with you.

He slowly entered you, and you tossed your head back against the shower wall. He showered your neck with hot kisses as he slowly pulled out, only to slam back in with force. You wrapped your other leg around him firmly as you threw your arms around his neck. He continued to pound into you, pressing you roughly against the wall as he nibbled your nipples. You moaned in delight as his pace quickened. You could feel your walls tightening around him, and you knew you were close. 

Your walls gripping him tightly must have been enough to pull him over the edge because the next thing you knew, with one last punishing thrust he was shooting his hot seed inside you. This sent you into your second orgasm of the morning, and you pulled his chest flush against yours as he continued shaking through his orgasm. You rocked your hips against his, milking the feeling of ecstasy for everything it was worth. 

Finally, Jensen rested his head against your shoulder, breathing heavily. He kissed your shoulders as you slid your legs down his body to rest on the shower floor. Jensen pulled back to look at you. His eyes were bright as he smiled at you and bit his lip, his eyes darting down to yours. You captured his bottom lip between yours, drawing a sound of satisfaction from him. 

The two of you continued you shower, actually getting clean this time. There was something so natural about showering with him.You moved around each other with ease, bodies bumping comfortably and on purpose. There was plenty of room so that it wasn’t necessary for you touch. The both of you couldn’t help but touch each other. 

You rinsed the last of the shampoo from your hair as Jensen reached over and turned the shower off. He stretched his arm out and grabbed a towel for you first, then grabbing one for himself. You wrapped yourself in the towel and couldn’t help but stare at him as he wrapped his towel around his waist. He smiled at you when he realized you were staring and raised his eyebrows suggestively. He stepped out of the shower, and you followed. 

You weren’t sure where this was going, but you knew Jensen loved you. For today, that would be enough.

YouTube Sensation Pt. 7 - What Happens Now


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Let Me Take Care Of You

You munched on potato chips as you slouched on your couch watching reruns of romance drama.

Yep, today was going to be a lazy day.

You had worked six days this week at your café job and business was hectic. On top of that you had to go to classes at your college. It was luck that granted you a break from both those things on this day, and you were going to live it up.

You munched on another potato chip as you watched the actors on the screen play a love scene. Just then you heard the jingle of keys as your apartment door opened indicating your boyfriend, Mark, was home.

You lazily turned your head and smiled as he strolled in dropping his keys on the table and dufflebag on the floor. He plopped himself next to you, swinging an arm around you and kissed your cheek.

“Hey babe” he said.

“Welcome home” you smiled to him then turned your attention back to the TV.

“I thought you had to work today?” he spoke as he helped himself to your bowl of chips.

“They gave me the day off since someone is covering my shift. How did basketball go with JB?”

“He beat me by three points, but you know I let him win.” He grinned plopping another chip into his mouth.

“Hmm, sure.” You said trying to concentrate on your show.

A few moments later Mark shifted closer to your body as you felt the warmth of his.

“Yah move over, you stink.” You grumbled.

Mark lifted his other arm and took a sniff of his armpit.

“You’re exaggerating, I don’t smell that bad.” He said as he got up in front of you.

“I’d beg to differ.” You countered trying to look past him at the screen.

“Well then I guess I should go take a shower.” He replied as he started lifting up his shirt.

“I guess you shou-” you couldn’t finish your sentence as you gaped at his toned body as he lifted his shirt over his head. He cocked his head at you, amused by your obvious ogling.

“Like what you see?”

You shook your head out of trance and cleared your throat that had gone dry.

“Go take your shower show-off.”

He snickered and threw his shirt at your face as he walked away to the bathroom. When you heard the door close and the shower come on, you blushed profusely. You’ve seen his body before, but every time you do it’s an instant turn on. It was a good thing he worked out often and played sports with his friends. You scoffed to yourself. He just got finished playing basketball and here you were lazing on the couch.

“Eh, I’ll go work out another time.” You brushed off as you made yourself comfortable on your couch and continued your drama.

Minutes later as you were deep into the show, Mark came sauntering towards you in sweatpants and no shirt with his hair wet from the shower. You tried ignoring him but in the back of your mind you knew he was up to something.

He crawled towards you on the couch as you heard his soft breathing. He kissed your jawline sweetly, peppering you with kisses down to your neck. He latched on to a patch of skin and sucked gently while nibbling a little.

At this point you couldn’t hide the deep blush that covered your face and struggled to contain a moan.

Ignoring him wasn’t going to be easy.

His lips let go for his tongue to lick the small hickey he created. He kissed upwards to your lips, lingering there till he pulled back to smirk at your red face and slightly off breathing.

“Baby,” he whispered,

“Play with me”

You couldn’t deny the desire that was building up in your lower region, but damnit today was your lazy day! You were aching and sore from the previous days and you were going to get your much need rest.

You shook your head and gently pushed him away.

“Not right now Mark, I’m tired.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“From what? You haven’t done anything all day.”

You were a little taken back by his truth but still kept your serious face.

“So! I’m getting my rest from the days I’ve worked. Plus I have to go in tomorrow, so there.”

He nodded his head in understanding and smiled at you.

“You should have told me that, I can take care of you.”

You raised your eyebrow at him. “How?”

He smirked. “Lay down and turn over.” He said as he got up.

You were a little confused but complied anyway. You turned over on your stomach and looked up at him expectantly.

He climbed on top of you swinging each leg on either side but not putting his weight on you.

“What are you-”

“Just close your eyes and relax” he said.

You complied hesitantly closing your eyes and relaxing your muscles a little. You relaxed completely when you felt his hands go to work on you. From your shoulders to your back he massaged out your tense muscles. You sighed in content at his ministrations. You should’ve let him do this to you a long time ago. He slid down kneading at your lower back making you moan out. You could have sworn you reached cloud 9.

“Yes, right there,” you breathed out.

He put more pressure making you moan out in bliss. But you soon realized you wasn’t the only one enjoying themselves when you felt something poking your butt.

Never stopping his ministrations, he leaned his body over you and nibbled at the shell of your ear.

You didn’t bother stopping him.

You knew where this was going.

And you wanted it.  

His mouth moved downwards, going back to attacking your neck. You moaned out and lifted your ass up into his crotch. He groaned low in his throat as he pushed his crotch into you and pulled back momentarily.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he breathed out, “but I need you to take care of me.” He indicated to his member that needed much attention.

You turned your body around as you got up from the couch. You held your hand out to him which he quickly took as you pulled him up with you. You turned and walked towards the bedroom with him trailing behind. You guided him in while smirking as he saw the lust in your own eyes. You slowly closed the door behind you never taking your eyes off him.

“Let me take care of you then.”

I Guess I Don't Hate Her Yet

Takes place in a regular high school AU. Shiena x Otoya

This was a result of me basically free-writing with “Shiena hates bullies and Otoya is a giant bully” in mind, so I don’t think it came out as good as it could have.

Please go easy on me, this is actually the first yuri ship fic I’ve written, hehe…

Shiena Kenmochi was furious. She was furious at the Myojou Academy administration, and furious at her roommate. Although she stated in her applications that she despised bullies, the roommate that was assigned to her by the administration had, all within the span of an hour: broken her glasses, stolen her spare ones, and teased her about cutting her hair with scissors. It was a good thing she managed to find the spare pair of glasses for all of her spares that she kept for emergencies like this one.

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Now the memory’s on the wall.

Originally posted by sanguis-potestas-est

Originally posted by whoaeasytiger

Pairing: Supernatural!Reader x Dean. Supernatural!Reader x Charlie and Jess (friendship)

Word count: 2367

Part Nine in the Don’t you worry child series. Read Part one (Heaven has a plan for you), Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, and Part Eight.

Kashmir- Led Zeppelin   Lyrics used in BOLD.


One week later.

Y/n slowly started to wake from a dream and she fought as hard as she could to stay in that place but it slowly dissipated. She tried desperately to get back into that world where Dean was right next to her, touching her, murmuring in her ear, and all the things she only day dreamed of in reality but she couldn’t get it back.

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. Her hand found her pendant and she rubbed her thumb absently across it’s smooth surface. It was a soothing motion she had began doing as child but she found herself doing it a lot more recently.

After a few minutes, she traced the line of sunlight with her eyes and followed it down the wall. It was almost the end of summer and judging by the light in her room, early afternoon.

The time of year wasn’t very far off from the memories her sub conscious had pulled from to create the world she had just left. Even though the weather was different here than at Bobby’s, she could still feel the warmth of that day so long ago.

She closed her eyes and pictured Dean in the junk yard and brought all the pieces of the memory together. The way his eyes lit up when he saw her approaching. His long, lean frame had just started to fill out a bit and muscles began to bulge against his shirt sleeves. How she had thought that was the very reason he wasn’t trying to get new clothes.

His muscles flexed as she got closer and she laughed. “Trying to impress me, Winchester?”

“What? You mean this?” He lifted his arms and struck a ridiculous pose that showed off his arms expertly.

Y/n laughed as she wrapped her arms around him. “You’re such a show off. I don’t know how I feel about that.”

“What about this?” He started tickling her sides and she twisted and turned, trying to get out of his arms as she laughed uncontrollably.

“Stop!” She got out in between giggles and the tickling stopped. She felt the loss immediately and opened her eyes. He was gone. She called his name, “Dean?”

An explosion of glass just behind her made her jump and she spun around, throwing her hands up in a defensive stance. Her fists fell slowly as she stared at his face. “Dean?”

His eyes never left the impala and he didn’t seem to hear her. The gash on his forehead looked like it had been a nasty wound. He looked so much older from the last time she actually saw him at the junk yard but that only brought to mind the last time she had seen him like this.

She shoved the thought away and looked him over. His gray shirt was dirty and streaked with grease. His muscles strained against the fabric when he gripped the tire iron in his hands. It made her smile. Some things never change.

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anonymous asked:

Protective yoongi over jimin au please :)

There’s obviously something wrong with Jimin; he’s quiet, he doesn’t eat, he didin’t sleep and practiced until Taehyung went and dragged him back to the dorm, where he ignored the shower and pretty much fainted on his bed.

Yoongi did the first thing that made sense; he checked twitter, and what he found almost made him throw his phone in the nearest wall.

The next morning, Jimin woke up with Yoongi moving a hand through his hair, gently whispering how he was already perfect, how he didn’t need to listen to the so called “fans”, how he looked as perfect as an angel, and all Jimin could do was hold onto the elder’s shirt and sob away, thanking the world for allowing him to have someone like Yoongi with him.

Give me a pairing, an AU, and I will write a three-sentence fic

Protected (Calum, Jake, Nebraska)

“hey! so I’m obsessed with Nebraska and calum. OBSESSED! I was wondering if you could do an imagine on a slightly touchy subject which is domestic violence. I obviously don’t want this one to include Jake because he is my cinnamon apple but maybe one where her boyfriend hits her and Calum just helps her though it and its cute then they kick his ass with Jake later.”

A/N: I know this is a touchy subject, and it’s one that I have personal relation to as well. I really hope I’m not offending anyone with this, and if I do I sincerely apologize. I’d like to just take a second and say that if you or anyone you know is a victim of domestic violence please tell someone. Even just one person knowing can make a world of difference in the life of a victim. I love you all xx

“Do you ever feel like you’re stuck in a nightmare and you can’t wake up? Like you’re screaming for help but nothing comes out? That’s what these past two weeks have felt like, Daddy. I wanted to tell you so many times, and I almost did. But I just never could get the words out.”

“You know there isn’t anything here that I would be mad about,” Calum whispered to his daughter. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

“I thought I could handle it myself,” Nebraska dipped her head to look at her lap sadly. “I thought I had it all under control.”

Calum wanted to jump up and scream from the rooftops, “Does this look under control?!” But he didn’t, because he knew that wouldn’t change anything. That wouldn’t help the situation at all. So instead he smiled sadly and leaned over the rail of the hospital bed to kiss his daughter’s forehead. “It’s going to be okay,” he promised. “We’re going to make sure that everything is okay.”

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I lied. I wrote this in one sitting after all. Blame iamangstville for this one. Prompt was injured Felicity with angsty Oliver. This is that… Mostly. But also with fluff. It’s also 100% unbetaed. Ummmm here you go. Set in the ‘Stop the Presses’ universe and would fit as eight months later were it in the epilogue.


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She’s never having egg salad again. Ever.

Who cares that it used to be one of her favorites? At this point she’s pretty sure she’s never going to be able to even look at an egg again without heaving and running for the bathroom. The last day or so has been brutal, basically. She’s entirely too familiar with how badly she needs to clean the grout in between the tiles of their bathroom floor.

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anonymous asked:

john and sherlock + washing each other's hair? :)

Oh, anon, this ficlet started out cracky and got all luxurious and intimate, I hope you don’t mind. It also got a bit long, oops… thank you for the prompt! I even did research: Sherlock’s shampoo.

“Jesus,” John swore yet again, the smell of fetid water still clinging to his hair, despite the hot shower he had just taken. He thought he might pass out on the tube ride home; Greg had flat out refused to give them a ride in his police car.

Sherlock jumped into the shower the instant John stepped out, caring not at all that they were both naked, so desperate was he to wash the stench off himself. He pulled the curtain closed and threw on the showerhead.

“Burn all the clothes,” Sherlock ordered, voice only slightly muffled by the sound of streaming water.

That sounded like a brilliant idea. John wrapped a towel tightly around his waist and padded out into the kitchen to fetch a bin bag and gloves, returning to the bathroom to shove all their ruined clothing into the bag.

“Even your coat?” John hollered.

“I’ll buy another one.”

John nodded. Mycroft would be the one buying him another one, no doubt. Sherlock had lifted his brother’s credit card only the day before, not nearly long enough for Mycroft to miss it yet. John tied the bag up tightly and hauled it to the kitchen door.

He ran a hand through his hair and then cautiously smelled his fingers.

Good God.

Scanning the room, he found his laptop buried amid the junk atop the kitchen table, and, extracting it, he searched for “how to get horrible smell out of hair.”

Baking soda. Tomato juice. Milk of Magnesia? Really?

But John was desperate. He gathered the ingredients and made himself a sort of lumpy paste. Bowl in hand, he headed back to the bathroom.

Or, perhaps more accurately, the steam room, since Sherlock appeared to be trying to burn the smell off of himself via the hottest water he could summon. John left the door open and wiped at the mirror with a hand towel until he could see himself.

“What are you doing?” Sherlock asked, peeking his head around the shower curtain.

“Home remedy. My hair still smells like sewage.”

Sherlock darted forward, making a grab for the bowl in John’s hands. “Bring it here.”

“Oi!” He clutched it close to his belly. “Make your own tomato indigestion gruel!”

Sherlock frowned.  He reached over to turn off the water and then stepped, completely starkers, out of the shower. John frowned in return, averting his gaze–which was exactly what Sherlock needed to snatch the bowl from John’s hands.

He popped back into the shower, ignoring John’s protests, but if Sherlock thought a little nudity was going to keep John from getting his potion back from Sherlock, then he was no genius. Ripping back the curtain, John stepped right into the shower, his eyes murderous.

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Bones being incredibly tired after a long shift and he comes back to the dorm where Jim's studying with his sexy black framed glasses on and he's lounging in only a pair of low slung sweatpants. He smirks at Bones, who ignores him and goes to shower and brush his teeth before dragging himself back out. Jim again tries to seduce him, thinking it works when Bones gives him a sloppy kiss and moves Jim's book...only to have the doctor plop in Jim's lap and curl against him and fall straight to sleep

It had become a game for them at some point. The unlikely event of them rooming together had opened up the opportunity for them to become fast friends. How well they clicked let the worlds most ridiculous game of seduction begin. 

Jim started it as a joke, offering to suck Bones off during a particularly stressful week, but when Bones had responded with a roll of his eyes instead of an out right “I don’t swing that way, kid,” Jim started to make plans instead of jokes. He wore less and less clothing and made sure his pants were pushed down as low as he could get them without having them fall off. He would brush against his roommate casually, and then not so casually at all. Eventually it came down to Jim reaching over to brush something off of Bones face which somehow ended with them rutting on the couch like teenagers. 

After that it was a nightly affair. Jim would be home with his plan of the day to get Bones naked and in bed. Bones would pretend he wasn’t interested for a couple of hours on the fun days and thirty seconds on the really fun days. It was a good system. They both got laid and had a little extra fun doing it. No awkward feelings required.

Tonight Jim was going simple. He was studying (actually studying, he had to get it in somewhere) shirtless with low slug sweatpants. He was sitting on the bed with this legs crossed and the book sitting between them. Instead of his normal contacts he was wearing the heavy black frames that he knew Bones got flustered over. 

The sound of someone punching in their code made Jim smirk. As simple as the get up was, it usually got the doctor going in a matter of minutes. Jim stretched out, tilting his head to the side, crossing his hands over his head when Bones shuffled into the room. 

“Hey, Bones.”

The doctor grunted his acknowledgment, but passed by his roommate and headed straight for the bathroom. Jim pouted at the door when he heard the shower start up. Apparently tonight wasn’t going to be as easy as he planned. Making quick adjustments he tugged the sweatpants down far enough that even the smallest shift would make them pointless and lay down on his stomach so they would hug his ass in a way Bones could never quite pass up. 

Bones shuffled out of the bedroom and passed a look over Jim, he smiled slowly and nodded at the blond spread out on the bed. 

“Sit up, kid.” 

Jim grinned and did as he was asked, dropping the book back into his lap. 

“What’s up, Bones?” He smirked when his friend picked up the book and moved it out of the way. He pushed Jim back against the pillows, leaning in for a wet, sloppy kiss. Jim wrapped his arms around the other man’s shoulders, ready to deepen the kiss, but was surprised to feel Bones pull away and drop his head to Jim’s chest. 

Within moments Bones was curled up against Jim’s chest and fast asleep. Jim huffed a soft laugh, but carded a hand through the mess of his friend’s dark hair. 

“Come on, Bones,” he whispered to the silent room. “You’re making me want to keep you to myself.” 

As much as he enjoyed their game, Jim wasn’t sure how much longer he could fool himself into thinking there wasn’t a lot more than sex going on here. Looking down at Bones’ sleep soft face, Jim wasn’t sure how much longer he wanted to fool himself.