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Rick and Morty Does Their Own Parody of Five Night’s at Freddy’s

The jump scare game phenomenon known as Five Nights at Freddy’s got the Rick and Morty treatment with aliens having to stay at a human home instead of humans having to keep watch at a haunted Chuck E. Cheese knock-off. 

If you’re unfamiliar of why the game deserves parody, here’s Honest Game Trailers’ take on Five Nights at Freddy’s.

mortdeheros  asked:

Hi, just a quick thing to ruin your life. The Foxes are a gang in Ketterdam, Neil is a Grisha fleeing... anyway have a good day!

hellooooo thank u sm for this prompt, this is only part one bc i couldn’t wait to share it, but i’ll post the rest as soon as i can!!

The streets were deadly quiet the night Nathaniel left everything behind – his life, his family, his very name. His father was asleep when Nathaniel climbed down the window of his small, cramped closet of a room. The cold air bit harshly at his skin, froze his bones through the thin cotton of his shirt, but Nathaniel didn’t dare turn back to the slightly warmth of his home.

Not anymore, he told himself. It was no longer his home – if it ever had been. Now it was just the place that would get him killed, or worse. Finally, finally, after years of hiding it, his father knew the truth about him and his mother was nowhere to be found. He knew, somewhere deep in his core, that she would be dead soon. He’d seen the look on her face when they took her away, when his father just let them take her. He remembered the way her frantic eyes found him cowering around the corner, the word she mouthed at him.

Run. RUN.

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Finn Shelby X Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Finn and Isaiah were leaning against the building opposite the restaurant you’d always wanted to eat at. Isaiah shook his head as Finn told him his plan, later that night would be your third date and he’d promised you a meal at the restaurant but had been unable to get a table.

“You’ll never get away with it.” Isaiah decided as he glanced at the determined Shelby.

“Watch me!” Finn said as he pulled off his cap and chucked it at his friend as he slipped into the restaurant.

For a while he managed to move through the kitchen going un noticed, picking out the bits that you’d told him you wanted to try, heading out the back door when people began to whisper about him. 

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What Y/N's Life Has Become (Chuck Shurley x Reader)

Summary: Just some cute Chuck Shurley fluffiness!

A/N: Part of this includes the 200th episode. I may modify some stuff about the show, but the overall element stays the same. I freaking loved the 200th episode!

WARNING: Parts of this imagine may contain an overflow of cuteness!  :)

Enjoy! :)

Y/N Shurley walked throughout the first floor of her and her husband’s home just tidying up wherever necessary. It wasn’t really so much a necessity to do it as much as it was a way to fill up time until Chuck got back home from the store. Once he got back home, they would head out to go and attend a musical that was based off of Chuck’s books. It was being put on by the drama club of a local all girls school.

Y/N’s thoughts were interrupted by a small voice as it entered the kitchen.


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every single pynch moment in trc part 4: the raven king

alternatively titled: its about damn time and also: this is gonna be the longest fucking post in history

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

im not gonna do too much analyzing this time around because you guys….. its all there,,, no subtext to be had,, BUT if any of u guys are confused or want me to elaborate on certain lines or scenes you can just ask and ill try my best!!!


[Ronan] caught Adam’s eye. When Adam’s mouth quirked, Ronan’s expression stilled for a moment before turning into the loose smile he ordinarily reserved for Matthew’s silliness. Adam felt a surge of accomplishment and nerves. He skated an edge here. Making Ronan Lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with Cabeswater. These weren’t forces to play with. (pg. 63)

this book doesn’t play around!!!! adam knows exactly what he’s doing and exactly what he’s getting himself into and he keeps reminding himself that this isn’t just some little fling like!!! its ronan!!! but he still does it!! I’m so alive!!

Ronan’s voice was different when he spoke to either his mother or Matthew. It was Ronan, unperformed.

No. Ronan, unprotected.

This tone reminded Adam of that unshielded smile from before. Don’t play, he told himself. This is not a game. 

But it didn’t feel like a game, if he was being honest. Adrenaline whispered in his heart. (pg. 64)

its absolutely amazing that just listening to ronan’s voice has this effect on adam… like he is so gone

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Title: Stress

Band: BTS

Pairing: Jin/Jimin

Rating: the same as almost everything on this blog ;)

Summary: Jin’s lips. 

A/N: All I can say is… my friend made me do it… you know who you are. 

“Hyung,” Jimin whines as he stumbles into their dorm. Seokjin sighs as he watches the younger take off his shoes with little grace, chucking them down and then continuing into the living room, where most of the lights are off, giving it a cosy feel.

Jimin slumps on the sofa, rolling his head back and groaning. Seokjin tries not to pay attention to how the veins on Jimin’s neck look ridiculously enticing, and instead goes to the kitchen to get Jimin a glass of water. He has a glass himself before returning to Jimin, thinking over how they’d ended up in this situation.

Jimin had stayed behind to help him perfect the final moves for “RUN” while the other members had opted to go home and sleep. After deciding that he wasn’t going to get any better at the moves, Jimin had convinced Seokjin to go to a street stall and have some soju, claiming he needed to relieve some stress. An image of Seokjin helping the younger relieve his stress in some less than innocent ways made Seokjin agree to the younger’s demands out of guilt.

Two bottles of soju later, and here they were.

“Hyung,” Jimin whines again, licking his lips.

“Yeah?” Seokjin answers softly, passing Jimin the glass of water. “Drink this - it’ll make you feel better.”

Jimin drinks the water in one go and places in on the floor, before sitting back and groaning.

“Hyung…” Jimin trails off, biting his lower lip. Seokjin waits for Jimin to continue, knowing it’s best to let him continue in his own time.

After a long sigh, Jimin continues.

“You know how… I’ve been really stressed recently?”

“Yeah,” Seokjin laughs quietly so as not to wake the sleeping members, “so stressed you almost had two whole bottles of soju to yourself!”

“Yeah, well… ah. I feel like telling you this is one of those bad ideas that seem great when you’re not sober…” Jimin keeps biting his lips and Seokjin has to make a conscious effort not to stare.

“You know you can tell me,” Seokjin reassures him, reaching out to stroke Jimin’s bright coloured hair. Jimin closes his eyes at the feeling, and Seokjin’s half convinced he’s going to start purring.

“The reason I’ve been so stressed is… you,” Jimin says quietly, finally opening his eyes to stare darkly at Seokjin.

“Me?” Seokjin asks, confused. “What have I done? Did I make you upset?”

“More specifically… your lips, hyung.”

“My lips…” Seokjin echoes, confusion still written all over his face.

“You see…” Jimin is growing bolder now, leaning ever so slightly closer to Seokjin, “I’ve been losing sleep… thinking about your lips and what they’d look like… feel like…”

Seokjin’s eyes are wide now and he exhales shakily, not quite believing what he’s hearing.

“Jimin-ah…” Seokjin says softly. Jimin looks up at him with dark eyes, the light from the only lamp on in the living room highlighting the softness of his cheeks and the plushness of his lips. Seokjin thinks that he’s going to be losing sleep over Jimin’s lips now.

Seokjin blames it entirely on the (minimal - Jimin had most of it) alcohol he’s consumed.

“Jimin-ah…” Seokjin repeats more firmly this time, making up his mind. As not only Jimin’s hyung but the eldest hyung in the group, it’s his responsibility to look after the younger members and make sure they’re not stressed.

“Let hyung look after you,” he smiles softly but dangerously, Jimin’s eyes widening slightly as if he can’t quite believe his luck.

Seokjin looks down at Jimin’s lap, noticing that Jimin has been toying with the waistband of his jeans for the past few minutes. He pushes Jimin’s hands away, grinning to himself at the way Jimin’s eyes are simultaneously lighting up with excitement and darkening with lust.

Seokjin places one hand over Jimin’s hipbone, stroking the soft skin above his jeans, while he uses the other to lift Jimin’s chin so he can press his lips to the younger’s. He hears Jimin let out a soft groan at the contact and presses his lips more firmly against Jimin’s, delighting in how responsive Jimin is.

He breaks away to sink to his knees in front of Jimin, spreading the younger’s legs to rest comfortably in between them. Jimin watches his hyung with hooded eyes, biting his lips.

“Hyung,” Jimin whines softly, “wait… what if the others hear us?”

Seokjin doesn’t pause in unbuttoning and pulling down Jimin’s jeans, the younger helping him by lifting his hips despite his protest.

“Then you’ll just have to be quiet,” Seokjin replies before leaning in to kiss just above Jimin’s boxers. Jimin’s hips buck slightly and Seokjin looks up at Jimin darkly, “Don’t make me hold you down.”

Jimin exhales harshly and Seokjin notes for future that perhaps Jimin wouldn’t exactly mind being held down.

Seokjin finally pulls down Jimin’s boxers, revealing the younger’s erection. Seokjin licks his lips, purposefully making sure Jimin is watching him, before leaning down to flick his tongue over the slit.

“Hyung,” Jimin groans, “Don’t tease me. You know I want to see your lips stretched around me.”

Seokjin licks over the head just one more time to tease, and then slides his lips over Jimin’s length, hollowing his cheeks and sucking. Jimin squeezes his eyes shut, his hands going down to grab fistfuls of Seokjin’s soft hair. Seokjin allows it, looking up to see Jimin’s eyes closed.

He pulls off and Jimin’s eyes snap open as his mouth forms an ‘o’ of confusion and disappointment.

“Watch me. You wanted to see what my lips look stretched all over you so you better damn watch me,” Seokjin orders, his voice void of its usual softness.

Jimin nods, unable to form words, desperately needing the warm suction of his hyung’s lips.

Satisfied, Seokjin returns to Jimin, licking a long stripe along the length and then sliding his lips down as far as he can go, wrapping his fist around the base and pumping. He keeps up a steady pace of bobbing up and down Jimin’s length, applying tight suction near the tip, thoroughly enjoying the weight Jimin’s fucked out gaze and the pleasure-pain of Jimin’s fingers tugging more and more insistently at his hair.

Jimin’s hips begin to undulate under Seokjin’s grip, signalling that the younger is getting closer and closer to release, and his moans are becoming breathier and needier. Seokjin feels his own erection pushing against his jeans and realises he needs Jimin to come just as much as the younger does.

He relaxes his throat and takes more of Jimin’s length.

“Hyung,” Jimin lets out a long, drawn out whine, panting harshly, “I can’t… oh my God, your lips… fuck, you’re taking it so well… hyung, you look so good…”

Seokjin feels himself warm at the praise, relaxing his throat even more to take the last of Jimin’s length before bobbing back up. He feels himself getting closer, even just from sucking off Jimin, and wonders if Jimin would be up to returning the favour.

He goes back to the tip, swirling his tongue in the slit before suctioning his lips over the head and sucking. Jimin finally loses it, his hips stuttering in Seokjin’s grasp as he groans deeply, releasing into Seokjin’s mouth.

Seokjin swallows quickly, grimacing at the taste.

“I’m only swallowing ‘cause it’s you,” he grins up at Jimin, who’s leaning back in the cushions with a blissed out expression. Jimin manages a soft chuckle, ruffling his hair before letting out a contented smile and closing his eyes.

Seokjin tucks his softening length back into his boxers and stands up.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Seokjin holds out a hand to Jimin, whose eyes snap open quickly as a smirk makes its way onto his face.

“Sure, hyung,” Jimin says mischievously, “we don’t want to wake the members with me repaying the favour. I’ve noticed you’ve been awfully stressed recently, too?”  

Seokjin thinks he can be as stressed as Jimin wants, as long as he gets those lips on him.

- Admin H

How many bald eagles can you fit in a single tree? Apparently, at least 55! Chuck Hilliard took this pic back in 2012 along the Nooksack River near Deming, Washington. The eagles gather here for the early winter to feed on spawning chum salmon. Chuck’s explanation of why there were so many eagles the tree: The eagle parents appeared to be supervising their young as they fed on the salmon. “If an adult from outside this area flew in and harassed the young, the parental adults would fly down and run it off.  It was pretty cool watching and listening,” he said. Photo courtesy of Chuck Hilliard.

Study buddies

Can I have a theo x reader where y/n is failing chemistry and asks theo for help and one night he comes by her house unexpected and helps her study but he keeps flirting with her which eventually turns into smut? (P.s. reader is extremely shy) thx 💖

ask // masterlist // mobile masterlist (requests are open!!)

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Word count: 1624

Warnings: smut

a/n: oops another smut. I hope you enjoy this! :-) (also i had to research some chemistry for this bc i was always sleeping in class when i did chemistry lmao)

You sat in the library, taking over a whole table with your chemistry notes spaced out, covering the whole surface. You had a variety of pens and highlighters out but nothing could help the formulas or facts stick in your brain. You were spending every spare minute you had trying to pass this class you didn’t even need for your future.

The moving of the hands on the analogue clock just continued to tick you off. You chucked your pen at the table, watching it bounce off and roll across the floor. It stopped at the feet of someone who picked it up and sat across from you.

“Struggling are you?” Theo Raeken asked, handing you your pen. You mumbled a ‘thank you’ and put the cap back on the pen. “I’m pretty good at chemistry.”

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Reblog this and tell the story of when you first started researching Columbine

I thought this would be fun to do idk.

It was the summer before 7th grade, and it was like 3am and I couldn’t sleep. I always liked watching documentaries and somehow I came across a Columbine one. I watched it and I’m pretty sure I cried a few times. I must have watched another one because I remember it now being light out. I laid in my bed and thought about what I would do if I was in a school shooting and then I went into my mom’s room and told her all about columbine and etc.

Here’s the funny part: I wanted to see if anyone had posted anything about columbine on Instagram, so I go to the search thing and type “#columbine”. A picture of Eric Harris in a flower crown came up and I remember thinking “what the hell???? Who would make this??” And then I saw a picture of Dylan in a flower crown posted by the same person. This person made so many flower crown edits it was insane. I stared at the picture of Eric in the flower crown and thought “I guess he is pretty cute…… Wait, I can’t think this. He killed people.” And then i turned off my iPod and chucked it across the room. I didn’t read, watch, or hear anything about columbine until the end of 8th grade. And now here I am……. Drowning in my obsession of true crime……

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I found one of your fics by chance and now I’m hooked. May I place a replenishment order please? : ) If you have time and are still open for requests I’d love to request some Sugarkookie – because especially Sugakookie as well as Sugamon is definitely your strength – with the Numbers 1, 4 and 14? Only if it’s not too much to request three numbers! Of course you don’t have to write them all at once, I can be patient cause I know it’ll be worth waiting. Thanks in advance and have a nice day : )

sorry these took me AGES ㅠㅠ please don’t be scared off from requesting more - i will try and up my request fill speed ;;;

i hope they don’t disappoint! >< and thank you for reading <3

warnings: coarse language

1. “Come over here and make me.”

“Jeon Jungkook, I swear. Put him down.”

“Come over here and make me, hyung.”

Yoongi sighs, exasperated, and stalks over to the younger boy, standing on tiptoe and making grabby hands at the figurine, muttering under his breath about you’ve been such a brat since your growth spurt you little shit.

Jungkook resists the urge to stick his tongue out at the older,
“Just ‘cause you’re short, hyung.”

There’s a couple of choice curse words and a glare that would kill anyone who isn’t on the receiving end of it at least once a day, (in Jungkook’s defence, teasing Yoongi-hyung is one of his favourite things to do) before Yoongi lunges.

Then, there’s a moment where everything sort of slows down, and Jungkook watches the disaster unfold through a slow-motion playback. First, Yoongi catches his toe on the edge of his work chair, causing his body to be thrown forward in Jungkook’s general direction, to which Jungkook responds by dropping Kuma and using his body to break Yoongi’s fall.

They end up on the floor of the music room studio, inches away from each other and avoiding the other’s eyes with identical flushes across their faces, Yoongi’s beloved Kumamon somewhere in some unknown corner of the room.

warnings: coarse language

4. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

The sound of the apartment door slamming has Jungkook abandoning his math homework and rushing out of the room, standing in the living room and watching as Yoongi kicks his shoes off and chucks his backpack on the ground with far too much force.

“Bad day, hyung?”

Yoongi spins around, evidently not having realised Jungkook was in the room. “Oh, hey Kook-ah.”

Jungkook ignores the greeting. “Is it Hobi-hyung again?”

At the name, Yoongi’s face darkens. Bingo, Jungkook thinks. “What did he do this time?”

Yoongi groans as though it’s physically impossible to list every single thing Jung Hoseok has done wrong and Jungkook backtracks. “Never mind, can I do anything to help?”

“Nah, I’ll be alright, Kookie.”

Yoongi’s eyes are downcast and the question that’s been on the tip of his tongue since the beginning of term fights to vocalise itself.

“Do you…well…”

“Do I what?”

The like Hoseok-hyung is caught behind his teeth but Jungkook thinks his brother might not be ready to confront reality just yet.

“I mean, I could give you a massage?”

Yoongi widens his eyes in mock surprise, “Who are you and what have you done with my favourite dongsaeng?”

“I’m your only dongsaeng,” comes the deadpan, as Jungkook moves behind Yoongi, placing his hands at his hyung’s shoulders and kneading the muscles the way he’d been taught by his dance coach.

Shit. Kookie.” Yoongi’s voice comes out low and gravelly, “where’d you learn that?”

“Jimin-saem,” he mumbles back, grateful that Yoongi is too lost in the sensation to turn around and see the flush of red across his cheeks.

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14. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

disclaimer: the events in this drabble in no way reflect any real life happenings. creative liberty has been taken.

“He’s not well enough to go out there!”

It’s Yoongi’s voice, harsh and loud, that Jungkook hears when he comes to.

“Yoongi.” From the way manager-hyung’s neck is tensed up too tight, Jungkook guesses they’ve been at the argument for a while and Ho-beom’s usually rather abundant patience is wearing thin.

“No, hyung. He almost fainted. If Joon-ah hadn’t seen the signs he could’ve actually fainted. On stage. Wasn’t Jiminie bad enough?”

“Yoongi, the fans,” Ho-boem’s voice has taken on a desperate tone - no one likes dealing with Yoongi when he gets like this. Jungkook and Namjoon are the only two that ever had any success.

“Fuck the fans, Jungkook almost collapsed.”

He doesn’t mean it, never does, but Yoongi’s brain-to-mouth filter breaks when he gets like this.

Yoongi!” Ho-boem’s practically screaming by now, “there are people demanding ticket refunds, fansites are closing-

At this, Jungkook shoots up into a sitting position, ignoring the protesting whirl of his head, “fansites are closing?”

Yoongi spins around, having been under the impression their maknae had still been asleep, “You’re awake Kook-ah? How are you feeling?”

Jungkook ignores his hyung and turns to their manager, “Whose fansites are closing?” (He has a feeling he already knows the answer.)

Ho-beom sighs, eyeing Yoongi warily as he mutters, “Yours…”

His stomach drops…it’s because of him…because his schedules were cancelled his fansites decided to give up on him… 

“I have to go.”

Yoongi growls under his breath and sends their manager an annoyed glare, “No, Kookie. You have to rest.”

“Hyung it’s because of m-,”

Yoongi snarls, rough with frustration and Jungkook involuntarily flinches.

Immediately the older takes a step back, apology on his tongue - he’d known how much their maknae had been looking forward to this comeback yet he still pushed too hard.

“I’m sorry…”

Sighing, Yoongi makes his way over to the hospital bed and wraps his arms around the younger. Jungkook grips the sides of the older’s hoodie, pressing broken syllables of why did they abandon me, hyung? into the soft fleece. Sometimes Yoongi forgets Jungkook has been in this industry for over four years, yet he’s barely turned eighteen.

“Hey,” Yoongi raises one hand to the younger’s hair and strokes it in what he hopes is a soothing manner, “I’m with you, okay? Always. Even if they leave, I’ll stay - and so will the other hyungs.”

Jungkook looks up at Yoongi and the new angle (usually Yoongi is the one looking up at the taller maknae) suddenly makes Jungkook seem like a child, like the maknae he is.

“Promise, hyung?”

Jungkook’s voice is softer and smaller than he’s ever heard it and his heart breaks a little.

“Promise. So don’t worry about the fans and just focus on getting better, kay?”

Jungkook holds Yoongi’s gaze for a second longer than usual, before he relaxes back against the older’s chest, “okay, hyung.”


Talking Body (Luke Hemmings)

A/N: I freaking love this song at the moment, hope you like the imagine! ;)This is the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written so I hope it’s not bad, but yet again I don’t know. This is probably really bad, I’m sorry 😂

Imagine based on Talking Body by To Love

Bed, stay in bed
The feeling of your skin locked in my head
Smoke, smoke me broke
I don’t care I’m down for what you want
Day drunk into the night
Wanna keep you here
Cause you dry my tears
Yeah, summer lovin’ and fights

You awoke, your eyes squinting as the sun shines through your slightly open curtains. You rolled over to see the figure of your boyfriend, Luke, snoring quietly with his face pressed against the white pillow. You traced your fingers along Luke’s exposes arms. The feeling of his skin against yours was locked in your head, making you shiver under the heavy duvet. A thought washed over you as you realised today was the last day you’d have Luke laying next to you for the next few months.

He was leaving for tour tomorrow morning, leaving you alone in the house you both shared. “Babe, you okay?” Luke groaned as his eyes fluttered open, looking at you. You didn’t seem to notice that the thought you had of him leaving leaded you to cry. His thumbs met with your cheek, caressing it before wiping away the salty tear. “What’s the matter?” He whispered, his morning voice more evident than before.

“You’re leaving. And you know when you leave we end up fighting, that happened last time. It almost caused us to break up, don’t leave.” you sobbed. The night before Luke left last time you both got into a massive fight, which caused Luke to storm out. He almost left you once, you could bare for it to almost happen again.

“Baby, don’t worry about that now. Today is just you and me, no one else; just us. I wouldn’t leave you, even if my life depended on it.” he kissed the tip of your nose, his cold lip ring making your nose twitch.

Now if we’re talking body
You got a perfect one
So put it on me
Swear it won’t take you long
If you love me right
We fuck for life

“Let me show you something.” “Show me what Luke?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow as Luke rolled on top of you. “How much I love you.” he whispered, planting a delicate kiss on your lips. He shifted his weight onto his elbows, not breaking the kiss you both were sharing. Your hands were resting underneath his clothed chest, tracing the outline of his abs. Luke’s lips pecked sloppy kisses along your jaw line and down your neck. His hands were now traveling underneath your shirt.

Goosebumps popped onto your skin as Luke’s ice cold hands cupped your breasts. His mouth found your soft spot in your collar bone causing you to moan his name quietly. “Luke,” you groaned, your hands tangled in his dirty blonde hair. “What do you want me to do baby?” “Stop teasing me, touch me.” You whimpered as you watched Luke rip off your shirt and chuck it on the floor along with his own. He trailed kisses down your stomach to the hem of your pyjama shorts.

“I think we should take this off.” Luke chuckled, sliding them down your trembling legs. “You’re soaking babe, did I do that?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you before his hands ran up your thighs. You bit your lip in anticipation, nodding, waiting for Luke to do something. He knew you hated being teased, but he loved when you begged and whimpered for his touch. Luke smirked as you shivered from his warm breath trailing up your legs.

“Luke stop it.” You mumbled. He smiled before his fingers hooked the hem of your underwear, pulling them down to your ankles. “I love you.” He whispered, his fingers pumping in and out of you, his pace slowly increasing with the more you moaned for it.

Love, give me love
Anything you want I’ll give it up
Lips, lips I kiss
Bite me while I taste your fingertips

“Y/n.” Luke groaned, his hair matted, sticking to his sweaty forehead. You pulled his face down to meet yours. Your breathing hitched as his thrusting pace fastened, causing your legs to tremble underneath him.

“Fuck.” you mumbled as Luke thrusted into you but his lips attached to your neck, biting your skin forming a bruise. His lip ring gliding over your skin. “Cum for me baby. Give it up.” he licked his lips, looking into your eyes. Your back arched, your nails piercing into Luke’s back.

Beads of sweat dripped from your forehead as you reached your high and Luke whimpered as he finished his orgasm, rolling over beside you. “I love you.” “I love you too Luke.” You smiled, wiping the sweat that was dripping from his soaked hair. “It’s just you and me today, I will treat you even better than you should be treated today.” He pecked your nose.



~Paige xo