only watched for my girl missy

Doctor Who season ten finale

- “I waited for you”
- The Doctor in a wheelchair omg
- “Like sewage, smartphones, and Donald Trump, some things are just inevitable.”
- “The ultimate apple upgrade.”
- “Is the future going to be all girls!?”
“We can only hope.”
- “You’re wrong, you know. I’ll never be able to find the words.”
- “Without hope, without witness, without reward.”
- “You know that I usually like women and people around my age, right?” UGH SHE WAS TRYING TO SAY I LOVE YOU GRANDDAD
- Companions never really truly die and that’s okay it makes it hurt less
- “I don’t want to go”
- “When the Doctor was me”
- “I will not change!”

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i-am-a-lost-girl16 said:Hi Love! I am a huge fan of your writing both on here and your Quotev account! I’m new to Tumblr and I was hoping to make a request! I went through your master list and I didn’t see that anyone had already requested this one but if it has been requested please let me know and I apologize in advance! I was wondering if you could do Being the preachers daughter and dating Dallas Winston would include…?

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Being the Preacher’s Daughter and Dating Dallas Winston Would Include:

- Your dad definitely disapproving of the relationship.

- Like forreal, your dad would be prepared with a freaking shotgun!

- No joke, shot gun EVERYWHERE!

- Dallas purposely pissing off your father.

- “Hey Mr. (Y/L/N), that was quite a… uh… great service you made there, but I’d like to thank you and your wife for the pair of your’s indecent act that brought your daughter into this-” Dallas would attempt state.

- “Get out of here! You and your foul mouth…” your father would holler.

- “Who’s gonna make me?” he would challenge.

- “I’ll call the police! You ought to be more respectful in a place such as this and to others!

- “Go right on ahead! Like I give a shit how I talk to other’s.

- Sneaking out all of the time.

- “Sh…. Dallas! I shouldn’t even be here.” you’d hiss at him whilst clutching his arm.

- “What? Does your dad have super powers or some shit? You’re on the other side of town, for crying out loud!

- ‘Baby I Don’t Care’ by Elvis Presley describing your relationship.

- Your dad constantly trying to stop you from seeing Dally.

- “He’s nothing but a no good hoodlum, sweetie! He’s just a bad influence that you don’t need in your life!” your dad would argue. “He’s been in jail multiple times, and the first time I tried helping him he used some pretty indecent language, - language that even your friend Sodapop Curtis wouldn’t use!

- “And I don’t care about that at all, dad! He makes me happy! Besides, not everyone’s life is cut out to be like ours!

- Dallas constantly teasing you.

- Like forreal, he teases you to the ends of the earth.

- “Sup, goodie-twoshoes?

- “You think your dad would allow you to do that, doll face?

- “Quit worryin’! You’re getting grey hairs.

- “Nice skirt, can I see what’s underneath it, tuts?

- Literally, the damn cops being called every two seconds!

- Dallas sneaking in through your bedroom window.

- “Dallas! What are you doing here?

- “What? The front and back doors were locked, doll.”

- “That’s because my dad doesn’t want wise crackin’ hoods like you to get in here.

- “Well that’s too bad, I already found another way in.” he’d wink.

- Probably becoming a rebel.

- You and Dallas never really always seeing eye to eye all of the time, which results in many arguments.

- “You and your family are nothin’ but a bunch of prissy prudes, anyway! Go on, get outta here! I don’t need your damn enlightenment or charity.

- “We never gave you damn enlightenment or charity, you idiot! All I did was try to help you because I care! My dad was right about you! You aren’t nothin’ but a no good hood!

- “And? Better to me honest about who I am! Is that the best you’ve got?

- Dallas trying to make it up to you.

- “C’mon, baby! You know I didn’t mean it!

- “Really? You sure about that?

- “Well I mean I guess so!

- “Go to hell, Winston!

- Probably being sent off to a distant relatives because the whole issue has gotten too out of hand.

- “You stay the hell away from my daughter, you!

- “How about you make me? I also didn’t know you were allowed to swear like that, Mr (Y/L/N).

- “Shut your smart Alec mouth!

- “Why? Who’s gonna make me? You? I’d like to see you try.

- Dallas teaching you how to be bad, how to have fun and how to be wild!

- “You shut your mouth or I swear to God that I’ll make you!

- “Say that again, I didn’t quite here you.” but he definitely heard your dad.

- “Talk to her or touch her again and I’ll be goin’ to jail for battery and assault!

- Dallas taking you to beer blasts.

- Make out sessions in the T-Bird.

- “Wait!

- “What now?

- “I don’t know if-

- “What? You think I’ll hurt you?

- Since it’s probable that you’ll be sent away, you would always be on his mind, and even the gang would be able to tell.

- Dallas teaching you how to lie.

- Your dad crashing your dates.

- “We’re going home!”

- “No, you are! What on earth do you think you’re doing, dad?

- “Saving you from making a mistake!

- “The only mistake made here is you coming here to change my mind!

- “Your dad’s nuts!

- “You’re nuts!

- “Shut up!

- “Make me!

- Dallas teaching you how to talk and act dirty.

- Dallas teaching you how to fight and stand up for yourself.

- Dallas constantly making you a blushing mess.

- Dallas always telling you dirty jokes.

- You surprising Dally by not always proving to be as innocent as he thought you were.

- “Well, who knew the preachers daughter had a sexually explicit mind.” he’d state deriding-ly.

- “She’s about to have violent one’s if you carry on.

“Is that a threat of a promise? People go to jail for that, you know.”

- “Yeah, and?

- “Help! Help! Officer!” he’d yell and laugh when you smack his chest, only for you to get heavily embarrassed.

- “Shut up you idiot!

- “Who you callin’ an idiot?

- “You.

- Dallas always being extra flirty.

- Your family trying to set you up with good boys.

- “He’s a prude…” you’d mutter idly.

- “Watch your mouth, young missy! He is a kind, smart and handsome boy! He’s far better than that bum you hang around with!” your mum would yell with every drip of acerbic and vile venom that she possibly could put into that sentence.

- Dallas picking you up from school.

- “Dal? What’re you doin’ here?” you’d exclaim in astonishment.

- “Picking up my girl from school. What does it look like? I ain’t turnin’ myself in, that’s for sure.

- Having a good girl - bad boy relationship.

- Never being able to change Dallas Winston: He’s stuck in his ways, so either you take it whole or you leave it all.

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Pic-Lit 8 (Part 1) - Cullen

So this one got a bit long and I decided to break it into 2 parts.  Gives me more time to do the sketch I wan to for the second part.

“What do you mean, ‘She’s gone’?"  The faces around the room echoed the shock in Cassandra’s tone, except for Bull and Solas, Cullen noted.  Everyone else’s couldn’t hide their surprise. Cullen also wondered why Dorian was looking so smug.

"My agent…” Leliana only got two words out before the room erupted with comments and opinions.  


“You were watching her?”

“Who else are you watching?”

“Ha!  Missy Magicpants got past Lady N’s birdies!  Good girl!”

Cullen’s hand hit the table in front of him with enough force to knock every piece on the map over and silence the room. Leliana smiled at him and something flashed across her face that Cullen couldn’t place, concern maybe?

“There was a letter, here on the table,” Leliana held up a piece of parchment.  "Basically she says she will be back,“ there was a collective exhale of held breathe, "to close the Breach when the mages have arrived from Redcliffe and have had a week of training with Solas, Dorian & Madame de Fer.”

“Well I’m not surprised!” Dorian waved his hands to command the attention of the room.  "We barely made it back from the nightmare that was the future.   She now feels more responsible for the future of the world and she alone carries the responsibility.“  Dorian straightened his back and continued, "That future existing because she disappeared and didn’t remove the mages from Tevinter control.  She is scared out of her mind.  What we saw there, what was real for us, is going to be very hard to forget.”

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Here's the Yondu One Shot!

YOOOOO This was just an idea I had sooooooo without further rambling here you go: I looked around the crowded bar room, it wasn’t different from the last few I had passed through in my journey. I sighed heavily as I walked through the crowd looking for a place to sit down and rest for once. I found a table in one of the corners of the room and placed my bag on one of the open chairs, I then sat down on the other open chair and observed everyone that was surrounding me. Usually people would feel scared, helpless, and frankly very out-of-place around all of these criminals but I can’t help but feel I belong here after being on the run for so long. I ran my fingers through my hair as I looked down at my map planning was getting harder and harder as more people began looking for me. Eventually my name got around and people began recognizing me quicker. So, I opted for more intimidating hideouts to avoid any unnecessary contact or run-ins. I opened my bag and looked down at one of the devices I had managed to snag from raccoon when I was with the guardians, recently they had been the only people to successfully capture me but I managed to get away after stealing some of their things. I looked down at the bounty with my name on it and the price underneath my name. I heard someone laugh behind me and I looked to the side of me, “Damn girl, with a price like that you better be glad I don’t turn you in.” I heard the voice say and I turned around to see where the voice was coming from, or rather who. I looked up at the blue man in front of me, “Others have tried I suppose.” I said looking up at him and he smirked. “The name’s Yondu.” He said moving my bag from the chair and taking a seat. “Nice to meet you, the name is Abigail.” I said staring at him and he nodded, “I know exactly who you are, everyone here does.” He said with a pointed smile. “Yeah, word tends to spread fast apparently.” I said as I put the device back into my bag and set it on the ground near my feet. “What exactly is a girl like you doing alone in this place anyways? Kinda dangerous don’t you say darlin?” Yondu said as he leaned forward resting his elbows on the table and I shrugged. “Yeah, it’s a little dangerous but I like to take chances and I can handle myself.” I said as I stood and grabbed my bag, “Where are you going Ms. Abigail?” Yondu called over the noise as I walked away from my table and to the other side of the crowded room, I jerked backwards when someone grabbed my arm. “Hey there little missy.” The stranger called as his grip tightened around my arm, I tried to jerk my arm away as his grip tightened but I quickly punched him in the nose and he let go of my arm as I continued to walk to the other side. I reached the other side and quickly turned around ready to fight again but I realized there was a familiar blue face behind me, “Damn girl, they ain’t joking when they say you a fighter.” He said with a laugh and I rolled my eyes. I was about to make a remark but before I could a fight broke out behind Yondu. “As much as I’d love to chat darlin,” he paused as he stared behind me, “You need to duck.” He said quickly and I did what he said as he whistled and something flew through the air above me leaving a trial of red, the arrow. I smiled, I always wanted to see the famous arrow in action. I stared behind me in amazement as Yondu whistled differently and the arrow flew at rapid speed around the room. “Shit, Yondu watch out!” I yelled but he was to busy to see the man approaching. I looked at his waist and noticed a knife hanging on his side, I reached out and grabbed in quickly as I jumped behind him to fight with the man quickly approaching. He was bigger than me so I knew I had to fight smart, he lunged at me and I quickly moved to the side but his knife managed to get me in the shoulder before I could move out the way completely. I screamed out as I quickly kicked him and looked down at the now red growing splotch on my shirt, the man stood in front of me before dropping quickly as the arrow moved through him and stopped right in front of me. “Sweetie, thought you said you could protect yourself,” I turned to look at Yondu as he smiled that pointed smile at me, “Get over here girl, everyone here is much bigger than you and I don’t want any other person or thing sneaking up on you and hurting you.” He said as he looked around and whistled again. I watched as people continued to drop, I looked around to make sure no one else was coming near us. “Yondu there’s more coming behind you.” I said tugging on his arm and he turned around quickly whistling and the arrow quickly darted across the room. I turned around and rested my back against Yondu’s watching to make sure his back was safe. Another man began to walk towards us, “Shit.” I said as I looked at the size difference between me and the man coming closer. “What’s a pretty little thing like you dong here?” He asked and I moved away from Yondu to make sure he was hit, the stranger grabbed me and I felt something sharp stick into my side but no noises left my mouth as I turned Yondu’s knife in my hand and shoved it backwards causing the bigger man to fall to the ground. He fell and I stood looking at Yondu’s back and I felt the liquid run down my side. Everything stood still as I watched the arrow return back to Yondu’s waist, “Well princess that went-” he turned to face me and his smiled dropped when he saw the red that was staining my side. “Son of a bitch.” He said as he quickly walked over to me, he quickly picked me up and began to walk out of the once crowded bar. “Y'know for as long as I’ve been looking for you and following you around this is the first time I’ve seen you covered in this much of your own blood. I’ve seen you beat up before darlin but never this bad.” He said walking out into the cold, frigid air and I shivered. “Don’t worry my ship is close.” He said continuing to walk towards his ship. Once we reached the ship he walked up the ramp with me and he carried me through one of the hallways, “Stay here I’ll be back with stuff to fix you up.” He said as he set me down on a bed and walked to the other side of the room, he came back quickly and I was already lying down with my shirt off so he could tend to the wounds. His eyes roamed over me and I stared back up at him, “I’m bleeding out Yondu can we hurry this up?” I asked and he laughed while shaking his head. He made sure to clean my wounds and then he wrapped him. “Thank you, I’ve never actually had someone to help me so thanks.” I said quietly once he was wrapping my shoulder wound. “I’ve been watching you for a while now sweetie, if we’re behind honest here. I’ve been helping out from a distance making sure you don’t get hurt, you’re caught my attention when I first seen your name on the bounty list Abigail. You’re something else.” He said and I stiffened, the bounty list. “Calm down girl, I ain’t reporting you or turning you in. I’m not that heartless. Besides, you probably ain’t got no where to go. Am I right?” He asked moving from behind me to sit in front of me and I nodded. “Well missy, I think the only safe place for you right now is somewhere close to me because I’ve seen some of the people and things that are coming from you and trust me those Guardians are still looking for you and they aren’t the ones you should be scared of. They’re are scary people looking for you.” He said seriously and I nodded. “And I ain’t usually the one who looks out for people, but you, you girl definitely caught my eye.” He said and I smiled, “What exactly caught your eye Yondu?” I asked and I looked at his red eyes as he looked back at me, “A couple of things, a big part was how you can hold your own and you’re a good fighter.” He said and I nodded. “And you’re easy on the eyes girlie.” He said with a smirk. “You calling me pretty Yondu?” I asked and he smiled. “Course I am, now you gonna stay with me or are you gonna try to go on by yourself?” He asked staring at me and for a second I swear I could see fear or rejection pass in his eyes but he would never admit it even if I asked, he had already admitted to watching me and wanting me to stay, he would never admit to fear though. “Yes, I want to stay.” I said smiling and looking into the red eyes I knew I would grow to love and learn that I couldn’t live without. He smiled a crooked smile at me, “Good, I don’t know if I would’ve let that pretty face leave, but if it did I would just keep following you like I’ve been doing darlin.” He said and for the first time in a long time I laughed a genuine laugh. He laughed too and for the first time in a long time I felt three things I hadn’t felt in awhile: happiness, safety, and love.

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anonymous asked:

Why do most of people ship Talisto? I am new in this fandom and just don't understand why there are a lot of fans of Mephisto/Talia

Oh ho ho, this might take a while. 

Originally posted by normajeaned

There’s a lot of reasons people ship it, so I may not be able to pin point everyone’s reasons exactly, but I’ll do my best with the one’s I can think of…

  •  They look awesome together!

A lot of us like the physical appeal the two characters have and simply enjoy seeing them interact and being next to each other. This is a common influence on why people ship characters in the first place. We like the way they look with each other and want to see them canonly side by side or doing things together. Plus both characters happen to be extremely attractive, but it’s always played up as a joke or never commented on for Mephisto and Talia respectively. Like, c'mon look at them they’re just unf

  • The Dynamic

This is probably one of the most agreeable reasons we like the ship. It’s a “tale as old as time kind” of ordeal. The Beauty falling in love with the Beast and vice versa is something we have loved to see time and time again. A lot of us are total suckers for that “opposites attract” trope and if you’re like me, you’re always thirst for more “sassy cute and brainy hardworking type vs dark, cocky and witty genius baddie who eventually become twos sassy dorks in love” couples. (Ex: Rumbelle, Zutara, Duncney, WonderBat, Naveen and Tiana, Arnold and Helga, Nathina, Bulma and Vegeta) While Talia is mature (most of the time), self-conscious, strict, elegant, and practical, Mephisto is childish (not always but quite often), will do anything no matter how ridiculous it seems (aside from wearing a dress apparently), outgoing, a bit awk-okay very awkward, and spontaneous. She’s a planner, he’ll just run with it. She works, he plays. A lot of us like the idea of them balancing each other out. Mephisto is very similar to Auriana, who has shown the ability to get Talia to loosen up. Praxina, the one person to keep Mephisto in check aside from Gramorr, is very similar to Talia. I think they’d handle each other’s positive and negative qualities pretty well. Plus, think of all the sass! Talia is witty and salty af while Mephisto likes to argue. Bruh seemed to get a kick out of arguing with Missy and the idea of the two canon geniuses would be the best. Like, I can totally see these two nerds keeping count of who wins in arguments, and knowing just how to get under each other’s skin, but also knowing when to stop (though the others having to stop them would be funny too) and making up all sassy and embarrassed and being prideful about it. I’m sorry but their little interactions in  “Xeris” make me totally believe this is how they’d go about it. I think we’d also love to see Mephisto being a gushy lovey dovey boyfriend and Talia being the “fine you can kiss me but i wont like it but  i also love it so im low key happy do it again” girlfriend; or the “i will shove this magical staff so far up ur ass call my boyfriend a loser again missy i dare you” talia and the “ha my girls a badass  and she flawless get dragged” mephisto lookin hella smug like yes plz SORRY i got into lala land but yes, dynamic. Also, tension. All the sexual tension these two could give. Or just as well, fluff. These two are both so awkward and adorable, they could have really cute bad dates or really sweet good dates. Honestly both would work really well for both of them.

  • Development and Interactions

This kind of goes hand in hand with “”Dynamics”; not only would these two be amazing to watch interact, it would create prime opportunities for a couple of interactions we never get:  talisto, of course, but also Praxina and the girls,  Praxina and Mephisto with Izira, , and possible insight to the twins background and maybe even some Lev and Talia since he’s currently on the twins’ side. We’d also get that rivalry with Talia and Praxina we all like and honestly I’d love to see Big Sis Izzy vs Big Sis Prax. On another note, we could see Talia and Mephisto bond over living in their sisters’ shadows and I’d love to see Talia appreciating or nerding out with another spellbinder over illusions and spells and WE COULD FINALLY LET THESE CHILDREN EAT HURLEY BEEF STEAK. But I digress, it would be nice to see these two change for the better around each other. Mephisto’s influence could easily make Talia more open-minded, playful, and secure with herself; Talia could make Mephisto more confident in himself and capabilities as his own person, less dependable, and a little less chaotic. We all know neither would completely change who they are, but I can totally see the two finding a balance with each other; playing each others’ “yin” and “yang”.

  • It’s Unexpected 

No one sees it coming. Not the girls, not the viewers, not even Talia and Mephisto! That’s something I love about it personally and I know others do too. It would have to be kind of slow burn to build it’s way up, so we’d have time to adjust. I’m sorry, but from the relationships we’ve had so far, they’ve been predictable, made obvious, and haven’t really developed into anything other than being crushes. It doesn’t help that  its a little forced either. 

*stares at kyle*

Ahem, anyways, I’d like to see this  develop and evolve and totally knock the teams off their rockers. Not only would the reactions be funny, the story would have to be more complicated and we’d finally see that, “oh these two like each other boom they’re canon now lets move on” thrown out and get some character growth. Nobody expects the most uptight princess whose so set in her ways to fall for the goofy evil sorcerer whose blowing up the city. No one expects the devious snake boy that’s always trailing his master and sister’s capes  to fall for the blue haired beauty on the other team that’s yelling at him for blowing up the city. Its unnatural. Its unheard of. We want it.  

  • Forbidden Lovers Trope/Starcrossed Lovers

This is something we’d technically get with all of the princesses, no matter who he’d end up with, but personally, the most forbidden princess would be either Talia or Iris. Iris, of course, because she’s married to Nat, fight me. Okay, no, but they should be. She’s the “savior” so no no, Meph, don’t touch that.  Plus you insulted her pink hair, you don’t deserve her. And murmurlr has dibs already, so tough nuts kid. But who is the most untouchable princess aside from Iris? Talia. She’s the designated leader of the team by Princess (possibly Queen) Izira, she’s Iris’ main teacher, she’s the one who makes the decisions to stay for a fight, or retreat, she’s the one everyone trusts to lead them on the Earth away from whom and find the oracle gems. She’s the eldest, most mature, most responsible. She’s the one the girls look up to. She’s the strongest person Iris knows. Not only that, but Xerians are held very highly back on Epehdia and are known internationally. Hell, she’s the guardian of the Ancient Ephedian Spellbook and she’s only 16 years old.  Talia is up there in terms of Ephedia’s list of “do not touch”. And let’s be real; Mephisto is pretty high on the list of “NO”. He’s evil, he likes to blow stuff up, he’s evil, he’s  tried to destroy the princesses and he city, HE’S EVIL, like he’s known by Izira even though they haven’t been on earth. He’s snagged an oracle gem from Iris! They’re on opposite sides and at opposite spectrum. They wouldn’t dare. Would they? Secret dates, the girls getting suspicious of why their leader is going out and brightening up, Prax getting annoyed over her brother’s strange behavior, sneaking kisses, Lev knowing all along and blackmailing these dorks, giving them advice and being Meph’s wingman; sneaking kisses, flirting in battle, sneaking through that window above Tali’s bed, sacred dates. Them learning to trust each other and  enjoying earth and terribly hilarious scenarios of talia almost getting caught  and hiding him in her room; or better yet, all this happens behind the scenes and we see talia is a little awkward or suspicious but we just don’t know why and at some point everyone just finds out and is like “WHAT.” All these scenarios seem like they’d make some quality comedy  and provide some change of pace to the show which  would be refreshing.

  • The Unknown

We haven’t seen these two interact like the other two princesses have with Mephisto. We’ve seen them interact mainly in “Xeris”, and they fight one on one in both “Batty” and “The Haunting”, but we never  get to see them fight for long, let alone have a full blown discussion. We’re thirstin for that interaction! Just as well, some of us don’t like, or have any interest in canon ships in general. A ship does not have to be canon to be shipped. That’s the beauty of shipping.There’s so much wiggle room as to what we can do with this unexplored territory and its fun to play around with it. Even non-shippers seem to enjoy seeing these two interact or put together out of curiosity.  It also doesn’t hurt that they’re both fan and crew favorites as well. Its almost ironic that they’re so distant. I personally have a lot of questions about the interactions we have had; anytime we’ve seen them fight, Talia’s less precise, less put together, she can’t for a plan, she has to improvise, and she’s quicker to get frustrated in angry  - she has to fight dirty. Mephisto himself has to use stronger spells and concentrate more, and once again that taunting in “Xeris” was a little too cocky, a bit to enjoyable for him; and its not like it was Prax’s idea, because she wasn’t doing it, she was relatively quiet for Praxina; that was his personal choice and its probably the shipper in me, or maybe the fact that Mephisto is a little shit, but any time I watch that episode I’m side eyin this fool cuz he’s like low-key flirtatious in tone, whoooops. But that’s just me :P

Now, its 2:32 AM and I have work in the morning so I’ll cut this off here. I’m too tired to remember anything else I was going to type! And in some of these my fan girl goggles slipped on so forgive me nonnie for being shippy trash but my thirst has no curfew and I regret nothing. Now, keep in mind, I’m not telling you to ship it. You are perfectly fine if you don’t, and I love you, and you are special. If anyone feels like I’ve missed anything or wants to add on for their own two cents in why they ship Talia and Mephisto, please do!  I also ask that everyone in the fandom, and you all are really courteous, please be kind. If you don’t ship it, or hate it, leave it be. Please keep the peace! We’re a really chill fandom, so let’s keep it chill. Sorry its so long, but ya’ll know me. I give ish out in essays! Mwa ha ha!

Anyways,  I guess this is here for thoughts now right?

Speeding Ticket // Luke Hemmings Smut

M A S T E R L I S T / / R E Q U E S T

The lazy hum of the barely working A/C was driving me mad. It kept sputtering and releasing hot spurts of air, only adding to the frustration that had been building up all damn day. Of course the A/C has to stop working when it’s hot as fuck outside.

Today was just not my day. First I had to work double shifts, then I had to stay late to cover for some asshole who decides not to show up, and then the A/C in my shit excuse for a car decides to break down on the hottest night of the God damn year! Just peachy! All I needed was to get a ticket and the day would be great!

The highway was practically empty, a few cars could be spotted in the distance but otherwise, I was the only other car. I was desperate. I wanted to get home as fast as possible. I was hungry, hot and tired. My bath tub and my array of bath salts and bombs, my soft, cozy bed and my fridge full of food were practically calling me, taunting me as I sat frying in my sauna of a car at 2 o’clock in the bloody morning. 

I was never one to disobey the law, but at this point, I didn’t really care. All I wanted to do was get home, kick off my heels and relax. My common sense seemed to have dissipated as the day droned on, so here I was with my foot pressing down on the gas pedal harder than I had ever before. And of course, the one day I decide to break the law, is the one time I get caught.

Red and blue lights go off in my rear view mirror and I grudgingly pull over to the side of the road, mentally cursing myself for not noticing the police cruiser. It parks behind me. An officer swings the door open, steps out and walks towards my car. “Going a bit fast there, aren’t we young lady?” My gaze falls on the officer outside of my window and I can feel the air leaving my lungs. He was gorgeous. He had blonde hair that was concealed by his cap and broad shoulders and legs that seemed to go on forever. Little bits of stubble could be seen against the moonlight and a shiny lip ring adorned his lips. He was far more attractive than any officer I had ever seen and if I thought I had no common sense a few minutes ago, I certainly had none now.

“Ma’am?” He says and I jump in my seat. I inhale deeply and make eye contact with the police man. It takes every ounce of my willpower to not fall into a daze whilst staring into his deep blue eyes. 

“You were speeding.” He repeats.

“Yeah.” I mutter sheepishly, not knowing how to get myself out of this one. When I said that I needed a ticket to make this day great, I definitely didn’t mean it literally. 

“I’m going to have to write you up, you know that, right?” I nod my head lazily, not knowing what to say or do in my current situation.

“Ma’am have you been drinking?”

“What? No.”

“You seem a bit hazy. I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the car.”

“Hazy? Maybe that’s because it’s 2 in the fucking morning and I just want to be in my fucking bed.” I grumble, undoing my seat belt and stepping out of my car. 

The warm breeze drags against my damp skin and I sigh, slightly thankful for being able to exit that oven. I notice his eyes quickly dashing up and down my body, eliciting a smirk to form on my lips. He brings the breathalyzer to my lips and I breathe into the contraption.

“Well, you’re sober, but you still seem a bit out of it.”

“I’m tired.” I snap, getting annoyed with having to spend more time on the road than I have too.

“Would you like a ride to your home?”

“No. Can I just have my ticket so I can leave, Officer…” I take a quick peak at his name tag. “Hemmings.”

“Are you sure? I have A/C.” He smirks, his eyes glistening as he stares at me with amusement.

The mere thought of being in a cool, air conditioned car was enough to persuade me to allow him to give me a ride. “What about my car?” I question, sighing in defeat.

“I’ll have it towed in the morning. Get in." 

He steps into the drivers seat and waits until I fasten my seat belt before driving off.

"What’s your name?”


"What were you doing out so late?”

“Am I being interrogated?" 

"Just trying to make small talk, no need to get so defensive.”

“Defensive? I have every right to be defensive. And please, don’t try to be my friend. I just want to get home.”

“Long day?” I roll my eyes, leaning back into the cool seat. 

“What do you think?”

“Okay, okay! I get it, I’ll stop talking.” He chuckles. Once he closes his mouth, he doesn’t reopen it.

I try to keep my eyes focused on the road ahead of me, but I can’t help but sneak glances at him every few minutes. He was truly a sight to see. His biceps were flexing ever so subtly as he drove, the veins in his arms and neck bulging out slightly. His cap was discarded in the back seat, revealing the messy remnants of what looks like what used to be a quiff. His blue eyes were a shade darker than when we first met, but it’s most likely because of the change of lightning. 

“Enjoying the view?” He smirks, his gaze remaining on the road.

“Yes, this is a very nice highway.”

“I saw you looking at me.”

“Don’t be so cocky. I wasn’t looking at you.”

“Deny what you want, I still saw you.”


I wasn’t going to admit to him that I was staring at him! The assholes head was big enough as it is. But if I could, I would stare at him for days. He was a work of art, sculpted from the God’s. Images of how he looks underneath that uniform were flashing in my mind and I can’t deny the fact that the thought of him shirtless and on top of me wasn’t turning me on. He looks like he could wreck me if he wanted too and let’s just say that I wouldn’t mind if he did.

"You’re still looking at me.”

“No I wasn’t.”

“Stop denying it.”

“I’m not denying anything.” I retort. He pulls over to the side of the road and makes eye contact with me for the first time since we got in the car.

“What are you doing?”

“Do you want me?”

“Excuse me? That is highly unprofessional!”

“Oh please, you and me both know what was going on in that pretty little head of yours. Were you thinking of me touching you? Is that why your thighs are clenched together? I think you want me.”

“I think you’re a delusional creep!”

“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me to fuck you and I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the drive.”

“I-I don’t want you to fuck me.” I breathe out, my voice wavering.

“You’re lying.” He smirks and at this point, I can’t deny it, my voice was so weak a two year old would have said I was lying.

“Okay, so maybe I am lying. What are you going to do about it, Hemmings? Fuck me on the hood of your car?” I snort.

“I plan on doing just that.” He steps out of the door and walks to the passenger side. “Out of the car.” I oblige and step out into the now cooling air. He turns me around and pins me against the car, cuffing my hands. “You are under arrest, baby girl. Anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name.” He smirks, twirling me around so that our chests barely touch.

“Nice Fall Out Boy reference.” I note. 

He completely ignores me and begins to lightly tap his fingers along my waist. “You’ve been a naughty girl, Y/N. Speeding, being rude to an officer. You deserve to be punished, princess. I don’t think a speeding ticket is fitting.”

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do to me, Officer?" 

"Watch your tone, missy.”

“What are you going to do, spank me?” I tease, my smirk faltering when I notice the large grin on his face.

“Maybe,” he pauses, allowing the palm of his hand to firmly slap against my ass causing me to yelp. “I will.” He finishes, gently rubbing my cheeks through my jeans.

“What do you want me to do, princess? Take these off?” He questions, lightly pawing at my jeans.

I nod my head, afraid what will come out of my mouth if I dare to open it. My jeans end up in a heap at my feet, “And how do you plan on getting my shirt off?” I gesture to the metal cuffs around my wrists. He reaches for my blouse and tears the fabric in half, ignoring my shocked expression, he shrugs as if it was nothing.

His eyes burn holes through my now half-naked body. “Damn.” he mumbles, giving me the once over. “Now who’s the one staring, Officer?” I say smugly, my words breaking him out of his daze.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to speak, princess,” He comes closer to me and rests his head on my shoulder. “I’m in charge, remember?” He whispers, smirking against my skin.

Taking advantage of his position, he begins to nip and suck at the tender flesh of my neck—leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. “Fuck, Luke.” I moan, my remaining self control breaking under his touch. I tug on the restraints, desperate to be able to touch him, taste him, feel him. I needed him and he knew it.

“You’re getting wetter.” He mumbles against my neck, his left hand ghosting over my damp panties. He uses his pointer finger to rub soft, light circles on my clothed clit. My hips buck into his hand involuntarily. “Someone’s needy.”

“For fucks sake, Luke, just touch me, please!” He immediately ceases all contact with me, pausing briefly to deliver a firm smack to my bum. “Be patient or you’ll get nothing.”

“Yes, Luke,” He spanks me again. “What was that for?” I snap, earning another spank.

“Don’t talk back to me and don’t call me Luke. It’s Officer Hemmings to you.” I nod my head, not wanting another smack to my already reddening cheeks.

“You really aren’t helping the situation. You deserve a more severe punishment, princess,” He rests his hand on his chin momentarily, pondering the options. “On your knees.” I oblige and situate myself at his feet, opening my mouth wide as I know what is to come. His pants are tugged down his feet and pile at his ankles, his boxers soon following.

His member stands straight in the air, the tip an angry red, pre-come oozing out of the head. “All ready for me, princess.” He purrs, eyeing my open mouth. 

He brings my hair into a makeshift ponytail and thrusts himself into my mouth, fucking my mouth fast and hard. “Ah fuck, Y/N.” He moans as relentlessly fucks my mouth. As quickly as he began, he pulls out of my mouth, his cock glistening with a mixture of my saliva and his pre-come.

“As much as I enjoy fucking your mouth, I want to cum in that tight little cunt of yours.” I nod my head rapidly as he lifts me up to eye level with ease. 

My bra ends up with the same fate as my shirt—torn in two and lying along the road. My panties are tossed to the side of the road and he almost moans at the sight of my exposed body. “You’re so hot.” He connects his lips to mine for the first time that night. His tongue gently massages mine, exploring each others mouths. 

“You ready?” He grips his length in his hands, lining himself up with my entrance. 

“I’ve been ready this entire time, Officer,” I pout. “Please just fuck me.”

“Gladly.” He smirks at me one last time before plunging himself into me fully, eliciting moans from the both of us. “Fuck, s-so tight.” He groans, tilting his head back as he thrusts in and out of my dripping hole. 

“Oh God,” I breathe out, my voice barely above a whisper. “Harder, please.” He picks up the pace„disrupting the rhythm he previously set. His thumb rests on my clit, rubbing slow circles on the throbbing bundle of nerves.

“I-I’m not going to last, Luke.”

“I know, I can feel you clenching around me. Let it go, princess.  You’ve been a good girl, you deserve to cum, cum for me, princess.”

I come undone with his words, my entire body trembles with my orgasm. He continues to thrust into me while I come down from my high. “I’m so close, princess.”

“Oh fuck, cum inside of me, Luke!”

My words trigger his orgasm and he throws his head back, his eyes shut tightly as he releases his load into me. “That was great.” He groans, resting his forehead on mine. 

“Would you like a tissue for uh, that?” He questions, eyeing the mixture of juices running down my legs.

“Yes, please.” I chuckle, amused with his new found nervousness. His confident, tough demeanor replaced with a softer, more caring one.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asks as he helps clean me up.

“You were perfect.”


“Oh and Y/N?”


“Consider your speeding ticket revoked.”

It's All in the Hips

Title: It’s All in the Hips

Author: farbeyondnormal21

Word Count: 2,972

I’m a realist, but I do like fluff because what’s life without fluff? I’m not sure if I’m going to continue this or not. Hope you enjoy! 

Warm rays of sun plastered across my eyelids, pulling me from my sleep. Groaning, I buried my head into what I thought was the leather back seat of the Impala, but whatever my head hit wasn’t as squishy and cool as leather was.

“Look, the devil rises,” I heard from the front seat; Dean, no doubt. I let out an exasperated sigh, swiftly raising my arm from beneath my body to flip him off, receiving a chuckle in reply. I groaned again, exhaling a breath I must have been holding. Even if I was a hunter and I worked my body to its limits, sometimes I forgot that I had to breathe. Like, how do you even forget how to breathe? As a human, breathing is a definite must, forgetting that I had to was beside me.

“Morning, Lil,” I turned my head only to connect gazes with Sam, who I was partially laying on. I gave him a forced half smile and started to sit up. “Woah, watch it there, missy,” Sam pushed me back down gently. I glared at him. “Don’t give me that,” he said. “You took a pretty hard hit last night, don’t you remember?”

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