outer ears

Kitchen Counter (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut.
Word count: 2.4k

Part two: Laundry Room. Part three: The Club.

Summary: “Baby, we’re in your parents’ kitchen.” You muttered, squeaking softly, trying to push his arm away with both of your hands, but he just kept pressing those fingers into your core. “That’s what makes it so naughty.” He whispered against your neck before his mouth wound up back against yours.


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Spanish Vocabulary - La anatomía y el cuerpo humano

(this is an updated version of my other vocab list on the human body but it was a looooong time ago)


  • el cuerpo humano = the human body
  • la anatomía = anatomy
  • el cuerpo = body [sometimes it’s “corpse” when speaking of the dead]
  • el cadáver = dead body, corpse, cadaver
  • corporal = bodily / corporeal
  • la cabeza = head
  • el ojo = eye
  • la boca = mouth
  • la nariz = nose
  • la mejilla = cheek
  • la barbilla = chin
  • el labio = lip
  • el cuello = neck [in clothing like shirts/blouses, el cuello is “collar”]
  • la garganta = throat
  • la mandíbula = jaw
  • el pómulo = cheekbone
  • la frente = forehead
  • la sien = temple (of the head)
  • el diente = tooth
  • la ceja = eyebrow / brow
  • la oreja = (outer) ear [the physical feature of the ear]
  • el oído = (inner) ear [the inner part that has to do with hearing]
  • el tímpano = eardrum
  • el brazo = arm
  • el hombro = shoulder
  • el pie = foot
  • la mano = hand
  • el dedo = finger
    el dedo de pie = toe
  • la uña = nail [fingernail or toenail]
  • el pecho = chest
  • el seno = breast, bosom
  • el codo = elbow
  • la cadera = hip
  • la cintura = waist
  • la pelvis = pelvis
  • la panza = gut / belly
  • la barriga = belly (usually outer)
  • el estómago = stomach
  • el abdomen = abdomen
  • los abdominales = abs
  • la entrepierna = groin
  • el vientre = abdomen, belly / womb
  • la matriz = womb
  • la pierna = leg
  • el muslo = thigh
  • la pantorrilla = calf
  • la rodilla = knee 
  • el tobillo = ankle
  • el talón = heel
  • la planta = sole (of the foot)
  • la columna vertebral = spine
  • el pene = penis
  • la vagina = vagina
  • el músculo = muscle
  • el hueso = bone

  • el órgano = organ
    el órgano vital = vital organ
  • el corazón = heart
  • el cerebro = brain
  • el pulmón = lung
  • el hígado = liver
  • el bazo = spleen
  • la vejiga = bladder
  • la vesícula biliar = gall bladder
  • el riñón = kidney
  • el páncreas = pancreas
  • el diafragma = diaphragm
  • el apéndice = appendix
  • la tripa = gut / stomach
    la entraña, las entrañas = gut / stomach, entrails
  • el intestino = intestine
    el intestino grueso = large intestine
    el intestino delgado = small intestine

  • la piel = skin
  • la sangre = blood
  • la bilis = bile
  • la saliva = saliva
  • la lágrima = tear (crying)
  • la nuca = nape (of the neck)
  • la rabadilla = tailbone, coccyx
  • el esternón = sternum / breastbone
  • la clavícula = clavicle / collarbone
  • el torso = torso
    el tronco (del cuerpo) = torso
  • el cartílago = cartilage
  • la vena = vein
  • la arteria = artery
  • el vaso sanguíneo = blood vessel
  • el grupo sanguíneo = blood type
    el tipo de sangre = blood type (regional)
  • el ombligo = bellybutton
  • el embarazo = pregnancy
  • el parto = childbirth, labor

  • el sentido = sense / feeling (usually physical)
  • el sentimiento = feeling, emotion
  • el tacto = (the sense of) touch
  • el gusto = (the sense of) taste
  • el oído = (the sense of) hearing
  • el olfato = (the sense of) smell
  • la vista = (the sense of) sight

  • vivir = to live
  • morir = to die
  • dormir = to sleep
  • despertarse = to wake up
  • toser = to cough
  • bostezar = to yawn
  • estornudar = to sneeze
  • llorar = to cry
  • gritar = to shout, to scream
  • romper = to break
  • pensar = to think
  • sangrar = to bleed
  • latir = to beat (heart)
  • palpitar = to beat (heart) / to pulse, to throb
  • bombear = to pump
  • doler = to hurt / for a body part to ache
  • orinar = to urinate
  • hacer pis = to pee
  • defecar = to defecate
  • hacer popó / hacer caca = to poop
  • respirar = to breathe
  • aspirar = to breathe in [or “to aspire”]
  • inhalar = to inhale
  • exhalar = to exhale
  • soplar = to breathe out air / to blow air
  • estar embarazada = to be pregnant
  • dar a luz = to give birth
  • roncar = to snore
  • sudar = to sweat
  • jadear = to pant / to wheeze
  • suspirar = to sigh
  • encoger(se) de hombros = to shrug (shoulders)
  • sentarse = to sit down
  • levantarse = to stand up
  • arrodillarse = to kneel down
  • caminar = to walk
  • andar = to walk
  • parar = to stop
  • correr = to run
  • saltar = to jump
  • comer = to eat
  • ingerir = to ingest
  • digerir = to digest
  • acostarse = to go to bed / to lie on one’s side / to have sex (with someone)
  • tumbarse = to go to bed / to lie on one’s back
  • tener sexo (con) = to have sex (with)
  • sentir = to feel, to notice, to sense
  • sentirse = to feel (emotions)
  • oír = to hear
  • oler = to smell
    oler a = to smell like (something)
  • escuchar = to hear, to listen
  • ver = to see
  • mirar = to watch
  • palpar = to feel (usually in the sense of touch)
  • tocar = to touch / to play (an instrument)
  • aprender = to learn
  • practicar = to practice
  • descansar = to rest
  • recordar = to recall
  • acordarse = to remember
  • soñar (con) = to dream (about)
    soñar despierto/a (con) = to daydream (about) [lit. “to dream awake (with)”]
Train Rides: Young!James Potter x Reader *Smut*

A/N: Okay, so, this wasn’t suppose to go out until after ‘Wait For Me’ part two, but I’m like, physically and mentally not able to write that right now, and I don’t know why, so I just decided to finish this. Oh and also, I decided to post this tonight instead of tomorrow cause it was basically done, ops. 

If you didn’t read the title, this is a smut, this is also my first attempt at writing smut so, it may not be fantastic. I apologize if it doesn’t go into great detail or anything, like I said, I’m new to writing smut so this was really awkward for me to write, but I had to start somewhere, soz.

As smuts go, please do not read this if you’re uncomfortable with sexual situations, it’s tots fine to skip out on this one, my dude. 

Anyway, Enjoy! ♥

Word Count: 1504

Warnings: Mild Smut, Fluff(ish)

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not your trophy - boyfriend!tom

Summary: You and Tom argue about your career.

“I hate my freaking job,” (Y/N) groaned as she barreled through the door of her apartment, slamming her bag onto the kitchen counter.

Tom pushed up from where he was sat at the table, giving her a quick kiss before asking, “Rough day?”

“The men I work with always think they’re so much smarter than me because I’m young and because I have a goddamn vagina,” she ranted, forcefully pulling off her blazer and kicking her heels across the room. “Like, why is that so intimidating to you that you have to interrupt me all the time and act like I don’t matter? I submitted a huge proposal yesterday and today I found out we won the job, and I barely heard a word of congratulations. Last week Mike won us a job half as big and got a fucking cake.”

“Congratulations on the proposal–”

“And the other thing is it’s SO boring! Who knew you could be this stressed and this bored with your work at the same time?”

“Yeah, that sounds–”

“I fucking hate–”

“I hear you.” (Y/N) stopped abruptly, surprised by the force in Tom’s voice. “I’ve heard you over and over again for the past several weeks about it, babe.”

“Okaaay, jeez, sorry. Thought it was okay to tell you about the things I’m dealing with, but if it annoys you…”

Tom exasperatedly sighed at the clear irritation in your tone. “It’s not that I don’t want you to tell me these things it’s just….you’re not doing anything about it! If it’s this terrible, do something about it, for crying out loud.”

“Oh, okay, and what do you suggest I do, exactly?”

“Get a new one.”

“Tom, this job gives me six weeks of vacation every year. SIX! That’s three times what anyone gets two years out of school. It’s the only reason I took it! If I get a new job, it’s two, if I’m lucky. So one for Christmas, where we’re either with my family or yours, and one for what? Visiting you somewhere while you’re working the whole time?”

“Then just quit! It would make both our lives easier!”

“What do you mean, ‘just quit’? I worked my ass off for my degree! I’m not just gonna sit around all day while you’re off living your superstar life!”

“How do you think I feel when I’m home and you still have to work all day?”

“I think you feel like you wish you had some trophy wife to come back to when–”

“That’s NOT what I’m saying.”

“Tom, working for myself means a lot to me. And when we have kids I’m for sure going to have to quit my job because you’ll still be traveling so much, so for now, no. I’m not gonna just throw my work away and mooch off you.”

“It’s not mooching if I’m giving it to you! And it’s not like you pay for much now anyway - I mean, you pay half the rent on this apartment just because you’re stubborn, but it’s not like it’s a huge contribution to our lifestyle.”

(Y/N)’s jaw dropped. “Wow. Thanks, Tom, thanks a lot.”

Backtracking, Tom started, “I just mean–”

“Yeah, whatever.” (Y/N) picked up her shoes from where she’d kicked them off. “I’ll be in the bath, not contributing.”

“(Y/N)…”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

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An hour later, Tom cracked the bathroom door open. He watched (Y/N) lift her head from her book held just above the bathwater. Her hair was tied in a messy knot on the top of her head, and her feet were extended out on the edge of the top. The candles on the windowsill and the Norah Jones playing from her phone would’ve been romantic, had they not just had such a fight.

“Can I come in? I have a peace offering.” At (Y/N)’s quirked eyebrow, he opened the door a bit more and stepped in with a whole box of pizza. “I realized you never ate.”

(Y/N) pulled her feet back in the tub and set her book on the windowsill. Tom set the pizza on the floor, pulled out a slice, handed it to (Y/N), and sat on the edge of the tub with his own slice in hand. They ate without talking.

When they were finished, they sat for a minute, (Y/N) staring into the soapy water, Tom still perched on the tub’s edge facing away from her. He felt her gaze and turned to his side, meeting her eyes. She looked tired, and on queue laid her head on her arms just next to where he was sitting, still looking up at him.

“Thanks for the pizza,” she murmured.

Tom exhaled loudly and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I’m an ass.”

The corner of (Y/N)’s mouth twitched up. “You’re not an ass. It was an asshole thing to say, though.”

“It was. I know what you do is important to you. You are the smartest, most determined woman I know and I love how passionate you are about the things that matter to you.” Tom slid off the edge of the tub, sitting on the outside so that his face was level with hers. “I just miss being with you,” he said, resting his chin just a few inches from hers, “all the time.”

“I know that,” she said, reaching out to drag her fingers lightly around the outer curve of his ear before tugging on the soft curls at the base of his neck. “I was kind of being an asshole too. I shouldn’t spend our time together complaining incessantly. And I definitely don’t want to fight with you.”

Tom drew circles on (Y/N)’s extended arm with his fingers. “I just don’t want you to be miserable. Especially when it’s within my means to make it better for you.”

(Y/N) sighed. “Maybe I’ll freelance. Or take a sabbatical?” Tom chuckled. “But you’re right. I need to figure something out.”

“You can do anything.” Tom kissed the inside of her wrist, her hand still in his hair. “I believe in you.”

(Y/N) smiled, scooted forward, and pressed her lips to his. “I love you.”

Suddenly reenergized, Tom stood up, pulling his shirt over his head. He pulled down his pants and boxers, and (Y/N) laughed as he sunk into the tub across from her.

“So…,” smirked Tom after a minute, thinking about something she had said during their fight. “You’ve been thinking about having children with me, have you?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and splashed him, the sound of him fondly laughing echoing in the bathroom.

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loooooved writing this shoutout to the anon who requested some regretful post-fight tom! 

xoxo,L&A

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I’m sorry but this photo cracked me up so much I HAD to draw it!!!

@wraithvine apologies it’s a bit(very) sketchy, my mechanical pencil died half-way through and I was helping out a fete, and thus unable to continue ଵ˛̼ଵ

(The other Sona thing was just a 10 second doodle to test out my new waterproof fine-liner and white gel pen that arrived this morning - they’re SO MUCH BETTER THAN MY OLD ONES adklsk All I gotta do now is wait for my watercolour sketchbook to arrive!!! ( • ̀ω•́  )✧)

Take Me || Stiles S.

Word Count: 4,133ish

Warning: Rough smut,😉

Prompt: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Stiles smut where the reader and Stiles are like, lab partners or something, and Stiles has been mumbling really dirty stuff to you for weeks, and you finally tell him to do something, and then it’s really hard and rough. Thanks so much!! 

You’re my first request and my love for you extends wayyyy past the galaxy. You are the best beautiful! I hope this is what you wanted and I didn’t know if you wanted to be tagged. If not, let me know:) @pick-the-petalst

A/N: Also, just wanted to thank everyone for 130 followers! It might not be much to anyone else, but I didn’t think I’d even have 1 so I am more than grateful! You all are magnificent beauties and I hope you all have an extraordinary day. Much love 💕

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Monday

“Those jeans are looking extra tight today.” His lips grazed the outer shell of your ear as his hand slid onto your thigh. “Definitely makes me wonder what they would look like on the floor of my bedroom.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Yes, this had been going on for weeks now but it always affected you. Stiles had become your lab partner at the beginning of the semester and at first, you thought that it might actually go well. He seemed like a smart kid and even though Harris liked to torment him about failing his class, Stiles didn’t seem to be having any trouble.

All that went downhill about two days into your partnership. 

You had just arrived into class wearing a new skirt that you had recently bought over the weekend. It was black and faux leather. You knew that it was a little short, but it wasn’t too bad that you thought people would notice.

Stiles did.

The second you sat down in your seat he was leaning over to you. “Damn, I didn’t know you could get any hotter babe.”

“Excuse me?” You questioned raising your eyebrow at him.

“Oh, Princess, we can excuse ourselves right now and I can show you just how a man treats a lady.” He whispered against the side of your cheek.

You had always thought that Stiles was hot. Hell, he was super sexy, especially when he would wear his baseball cap flipped backward and his unlimited amount of flannels. But, right now, you didn’t know whether to be turned on, flattered, or appalled.

You turned your face to glare at him, but he was already giving you the once-over with his eyes.

You didn’t want it to be, but unfortunately, your teenage hormones got the best of you and heat rose to your cheeks.

“We have never spoken one word to each other and that’s what you start with?” You questioned hoping that he wouldn’t notice the redness that was dawning on your face.

But he did. Of course, he did.

Slowly, a grin curled onto the side of his thin pink lips. His eyes raked the length of your body at an agonizingly sluggish pace causing you to squirm in your seat. He took notice in that too because as he met your eyes a smirk was slipped on his mouth.

“All those dirty little thoughts that are going through that pretty little head of yours could be a reality. Just say the word and I’ll take you on this desk right now.” His eyes shined with pure honesty in his words and suddenly the room was the temperature of the sun. Heat crawled down your neck, past your heavy breasts, through the tingling sensation in your belly, and made its home in your core. The wetness already seemed to be dampening your panties.

As if he would smell your arousal, he leaned in closer. “Say the word Babygirl.”

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t even move afraid that a moan would slip from your lips. How did this man have so much power of you with just words?

“Stilinski! Attention to the front! Please don’t bother miss L/N.” Harris yelled breaking Stiles’s intense stare he had on you. 

As his eyes left you, you took in a deep breath.

“Yes sir, wouldn’t dream of bothering her.” 

But that is exactly what he had in mind. He wanted her all bothered. Hot and bothered and wriggling underneath him while moaning his name.

You tried not to look at him, but curiosity got the best of you and you peeked at him. He was already staring at you, but this gave him the chance to rile you up some more.

He sent you a wink right as the bell rang.

Now, weeks later it has been a constant one-sided flirtation with a huge dose of lust sprinkled in every sentence that flowed from his amazingly beautiful mouth.

Not that you thought his mouth was beautiful, or that it could do beautifully dirty things as it scrapped the inside of your thighs. No, you had never thought of that.

Let’s all be honest with each other, it wasn’t a normal Monday if that thought didn’t go through your head at least twice.

Today, was no different. 

“Those jeans are looking extra tight today.” His lips grazed the outer shell of your ear as his hand slid onto your thigh. “Definitely makes me wonder what they would look like on the floor of my bedroom.”

“It definitely makes me wonder when you’re going to shut your mouth.” You muttered knowing that he could hear you as you continued to finish your chemistry worksheet.

“Sweetheart, is that the only thing you want my mouth to do?” It was as if he had read your mind and your pencil halted in writing the sentence it was currently on.

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Anatomy & Physiology Overview - The Ear

Outer ear 

  • Pinna (auricle) - visible part of the ear outside of the head.  
  • External auditory canal 
  • Ceruminous glands - specialized sudoriferous glands (sweat glands) located subcutaneously in the external auditory canal. They produce cerumen (earwax) by mixing their secretion with sebum and dead epidermal cells.

 Middle ear: air filled 

  • Tympanic membrane -  vibrates in response to sound waves 
  • Malleus, incus and stapes - 3 small bones that transmit vibrations to each other

Inner ear: fluid filled 

  • Mechanoreceptor for hearing and balance 
  • Vesibular apparatus - balance
  • Semicircular canals 
  • Cochlea
  •  • Organ of Cor -  sensory epithelial cell

Cochlea

  • Perilymph = similar in compositon to plasma – Na+ 
  • Endolymph = high in K+ 
  • Organ of Cor: contains hair cells – move due to pressure waves 
  • 50-100 stereocilia on each cell 
  • Longest embedded in tectorial membrane 

In the cochlea that the vibrations transmitted from the eardrum through the tiny bones are converted into electrical impulses sent along the auditory nerve to the brain. 

  • The cochlea is a tapered tube which circles around itself 
  • The basilar membrane divides the tube lengthwise into two fluid-filled canals joined at the tapered end. 
  • ossicles transmit vibration to the cochlea where they attach at the oval window
  • resultant waves travel down the basilar membrane where they are “sensed” by  16-20,000 hair cells (cilia) attached to it which poke up from a third canal called the organ of Corti
  • Organ of Corti transforms the stimulated hair cells into nerve impulses 
  • Waveforms travelling down the basilar membrane peak in amplitude at differing spots along the way according to their frequency 
  • Higher frequencies peak out at a shorter distance down the tube than lower frequencies
  • The hair cells at that peak point give a sense of that particular frequency
  • The distance between pitches follows the same logarithmic distance as our perception of pitch i.e. the placement of octaves are equidistant.

Okay during sex I’m all for neck kissing,shoulder biting,scratching,shit you can even choke a nigga but DO NOT try to lick my ear. One time I was having sex with a former friend of mine,and I was bussin her shit. She tried to be all sexy and licked my outer ear then tongue kissed all in my ear drum and shit. Nigga…I went soft instantly. So I just faked like I Nutted and told her “damn shorty why you ain’t tell me ya pussy was this good??” and We went to sleep.

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word count: 2.6k

requested: yes ;) I have no idea if this is what you wanted by hope you like it anyways

warnings: mature language & angst I guess

summary: you’re best friends with the boys and secretly in love with Ashton but when he gets a girlfriend, any hope of him liking you disappears.

a/n: this could’ve been longer but honestly it was long enough tbf & this feels kind of rushed but that might just be me


“She’s so rude.” Luke complained, his body hunched forward as the four of you sat on the couch. You were trapped between Calum and Michael as Luke sat on an armchair opposite you. 

“I still haven’t met her.” you sighed, resting your head on Michael’s shoulder, wallowing in self-misery. It was no secret that you were completely infatuated with the curly haired boy and it seemed like he felt the same until he brought home a girl called Lola, his new girlfriend. 

“Consider yourself lucky.” Calum huffed from beside you, rolling his eyes back before relaxing into the worn couch. You let out a sigh, your heart pounding in anticipation as you awaited the return of the hazel-eyed boy and his girlfriend. 

Ashton had wanted to introduce you to her for a while now but you could never bring yourself to actually meet her, which was only made worse when the boys told you she was a horrible human being. 

Your heart ached at the thought. Ashton deserved someone kind and wholehearted even if that person wasn’t you. But according to the boys, he was smitten with the blonde haired girl. 

“What time are they coming back?” you asked, your head still resting on Michael’s shoulder as you both lied back, your back hitting the old leather couch. 

“Any second now,” Luke huffed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m still surprised he even has a girlfriend, especially after everything he said about you.” 

Your eyebrows raised at Luke’s words, confused as to what he was talking about. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“He always talked about you, he was so captivated with you. So him bringing home a girl that wasn’t you is surprising, to say the least.” Calum answered, glancing over at you briefly as he spoke. 

Your heart sank at his words, you’d always had your suspicions but it seemed he’d moved on and there was nothing more you could do. 

The door slam echoed through the apartment and your heart was beating out of your chest. Michael wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into him almost as if he could sense the anxiety that was taking over you.

Luke looked up at you with sympathetic eyes which quickly turned hard as he heard a girly giggle fill the apartment. Your whole body tensed and Michael was quick to notice, rubbing small patterns on your clothed skin in hopes to ease you. 

“Hey, anyone home?” Ashton’s voice boomed out as you shrunk into Michael’s torso but he didn’t seem to mind. 

“In here.” Calum replied, a bite to his words as his jaw clenched. 

Ashton entered the room a few moments later, his hands intertwined with a short, pretty blonde girl. His eyes scanned the room, his face breaking out into a grin which quickly disappeared when he saw you cuddling tightly into Michael. 

“Y/N! I’ve been meaning to introduce you to Lola,” he started, glancing back to his girlfriend, “Lola, this is Y/N and Y/N, this is Lola.” 

You sent her a warm smile, hoping she wasn’t nearly as bad as the boys made her out to be but the raised eyebrows and eye roll made it clear enough. But Ashton was too focused looking at you to notice her action. 

The room was filled with silence, Lola clinging on to Ashton as he looked her his jaw still slightly clenched.

“So, what do you guys want to do?” you said, breaking the silence. Everyone’s heads snapped to you as you sat there, an awkward smile resting on your face. 

“I was thinking pizza and movies, like before.” Michael smiled, glancing around the room, earning nods from the two other seated boys. 

“Actually, Ashton and I were going to head back to my place.” Lola chirped, her eyes burning into you. You suddenly felt incredibly insecure, you’re sitting there wearing an oversized sweatshirt whilst she stood tall, a mini skirt adorning her figure. 

“But we just got here babe.” Ashton said sadly, his eyes meeting her bright blue ones. Your heart sinking even further at the pet name. 

“And now we’re leaving. Let’s go.” she smirked, her eyes traveling around the room, shooting dirty looks at you and the rest of the boys. 

Ashton smiled sadly at you, ignoring the rest of the boys’ grimacing faces. You smiled at him, your eyes full of sympathy as the girl tugged at his bicep once again. 

“I guess I’ll talk to you guys later then.” Ashton waved, being pulled from the room before you could even say goodbye. 

Silence took over the room once again, only interrupted by the loud door slam that followed their exit. Your eyes met Luke’s, his baby blue eyes now a shade darker than usual. 

“What a bitch.” Calum huffed, making a giggle escape you which made the rest of the boys lighten up a little. 

“And here I was, thinking Michael was the bitchiest girl around.” you huffed with a smirk, the two boys erupting with laughter as Michael looked down at you with a grimace before rolling his eyes and breaking out into a grin. 

It was a few hours until Ashton arrived home again, alone this time. You were smushed into the couch, pizza boxes and soda surrounding you when Ashton returned home. 

“Hey, I’m home.” Ashton said from the doorway, all eyes finding their way to his lean figure. The boys looked at him with disgust whilst you smiled at him, making a small smile grace his lips. 

“Is she with you?” Calum spat, looking behind him expecting to see the short girl behind him. 

“No, just me.” Ashton stated, walking towards the four of you. The boys reverted their attention back to the TV, South Park gracing the screen. 

You scooted over slightly, making room for Ashton to sit down but instead he took the larger armchair that Luke had resided in earlier that day. 

Michael snaked an arm around you once again and it was then you realized what he’d been trying to do all day. Ashton’s jaw clenched at the sight and his eyes went hard making a smirk play on Michael’s lips. 

Michael leaned down, his warm breath hitting against your ear as he whispered to you, “Let’s make him jealous.” 

You couldn’t help but smile, your eyes trailing down to the floor; desperately trying to avoid eye contact with Ashton. 

Michael’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist pulling you even closer into him as you rested your head on his chest, similarly as to how you’d sat earlier that day. Your head rested on his thigh, Ashton’s lips twitched up almost reminiscing a snarl. 

“Y/N, can I talk to you? In private.” Ashton asked, his tone making it sound like more of a statement than a question. 

“Keep it going, let’s see how far we can go till he breaks.” Michael sniggered in your ear. You couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty, after all, he was your best friend but you couldn’t resist seeing his reaction. 

“After this episode.” you smiled warmly, reverting your attention back to Michael who was staring down at you. A large smirk graced his face and it took everything within you to not laugh. 

Michael leaned down once again, his lips dancing along the outer shell of your ear making you shudder slightly. “Okay, so pretend I’m saying something really funny to make him annoyed.” 

You laughed, mostly because you thought this whole jealousy game was actually quite funny. Michael smiled again before whispering again, which to anyone else would’ve looked flirty. 

“Oh, shit. He’s getting annoyed. Told you he liked you.” Michael whispered playfully making your heart pound as you stole a glance at Ashton who was watching the two of you intently. 

Before you had the chance to respond Ashton stormed over to the two of you, grabbing your forearm before lifting you off the red-haired boy. 

“Episodes over, time to talk.” Ashton said, pulling you from your seat and into the hallway, leaving the rest of the boys grinning on the couch. 

As soon as you reached the hallway, the grip on your wrist loosening but his fingers still wrapped around your wrist. 

“Since when were you and Michael a thing?” he spat, his words laced with venom. 

“Me and Michael?” you laughed flatly, ”Michael and I aren’t anything.” 

His eyebrows raised at your statement, clearly not believing you. 

“Well, you seemed really comfortable back there. Him whispering into your ear and you giggling back at him, didn’t seem like nothing.” he said through gritted teeth, each word coming out more poisonous than the last. 

“What has my love life got to do with you. You have a girlfriend.” you said, sounding angrier than originally intended but you couldn’t help the fire inside of you that came with the thought of the blonde girl. 

“So what? As soon as I get a girlfriend you go crawling to the next boy?” Ashton shouted, waving his hands around in the air. 

“Michael and I are friends. Why do you even care so much? It’s not like we’re dating.” you shouted back, the once peaceful conversation now becoming heated. 

“Ugh, would you stop asking questions.” Ashton said, tugging at the ends of his hair. 

You went silent, watching Ashton as he tried to collect his thoughts, pacing back and forth in the small width of the hallway. You stared down at your shoes, your heart feeling as if it could fall out of your chest. 

“Ash, calm down.” you sighed, looking back up at him to find him clearly stressed and aggravated. 

“Do you know how hard it is to watch you cuddle into him? To watch you giggle at the things he says and to have your hand on his fucking thigh.” he said, his eyes burning into you and you couldn’t help but feel tiny as he towered over you.

“Do you know how hard it is to hear you ramble on about your girlfriend? To hear how captivated you are with her and still have to smile and tell you she sounds great. Because it fucking hurts, Ash.” you finished, tears glossing your eyes. 

Ashton cowered back, his eyes sad as he took in your words. A tear slipped down your face and you shook your head pathetically, wiping your face. 

“I-I didn’t-” Ashton started before cutting himself off, not able to finish his own sentence. 

“Forget it.” you sighed, moping back into the front room; leaving Ashton alone in the hallway. 

The boys had remained on the couch, all of their eyes on you. It was clear from the pitiful smiles that they’d heard everything but you hadn’t expected any less since the two of you were practically screaming at each other. 

Calum held his arms open which you miserably fell into, his chin resting on the top of your head, rubbing small circles into your back. 

You heard Ashton leave, taking a small piece of you with him. 

“What a dick.” Luke spat, making you smile softly at his annoyance. “He gets his dream girl fucking handed to him and he still goes crawling back to some rich bitch.” 

You smiled at him, his temper seeming to burn out as he smiled softly back at you. You let out a huff, as you relaxed into the kiwi boy. 

“I’ll get over it.” you sighed, reverting your attention to the TV knowing full well that it wasn’t that easy. 


It was the very next day you found out that Ashton had broken up with Lola, apparently she’d been cheating or at least that’s what you’d been told. 

The boys had forgiven Ash but you still couldn’t bring yourself to face him despite his constant attempts to contact you, whether that be through texts, calls or face to face. 

You knew you couldn’t avoid him forever but you liked to think that you could. It’d been working for a while now but Ashton was trying harder to grab your attention. 

“You’re gonna have to speak to him someday.” Luke sighed, bringing up the subject for the thousandth time since him and Ashton had rekindled their friendship. 

“I prefer to avoid the problem until it goes away. In this instance Ashton is the problem.” you said, sending him a sarcastic smile. His eyes rolled back as he smirked at you. 

“You can’t hide from your problems forever.” he smiled, looking over your shoulder and to the door of the diner which you currently occupied. Your head snapped around to see the curly haired boy glancing around before spotting you. 

You looked across the booth, prepared to scold Luke; only to find him gone. You looked back once again to find him talking to Ashton before sending you a wink and leaving. 

Ashton slowly walked towards your booth as you sunk into your seat in hopes it would swallow you up. Unfortunately, it didn’t and soon you found yourself sitting opposite Ashton, resuming the position that belonged to Luke a few moments before. 

“Hi.” he breathed, his eyes burning into you as you slouched into the seat. You flicked your eyebrows up at him, the straw of your milkshake suddenly becoming interesting. 

“Are you just gonna ignore me?” he groaned, his eyes searching your face for any emotions. 

“That’s the plan.” you smiled, before continuing to fiddle with the straw. 

“What have I got to do to make you forgive me?” he asked, his eyes sad as you finally made eye contact. Your heart yearned to forgive him and tell him you loved him but you wouldn’t allow yourself to. 

“You broke me, Ash. You had a girlfriend but still got jealous, or at least I think that’s what that was. I thought that maybe, just maybe you felt the same way but now I’m just confused.” you sighed. “I loved you and I still do.”

Your eyes were glossy as you sat there, awaiting his speech about how he loves you but only as a friend before proceeding to tell you that he hopes it can go back to the way it was. 

But before he said anything he reached across the table, cupping your hand in his two large ones as you looked up at him with scrunched eyebrows. 

“I love you Y/N. So much.” he smiled sadly, his warmth radiating through you as his hands rubbed against yours. 

“Then why’d you get a girlfriend?” you said, your voice small in hopes he wouldn’t hear the wavering in your speech. 

“Because I thought I didn’t deserve you. I needed a distraction and Lola was perfect,” he said, making you wince slightly at the use of her name. “But she wasn’t you.” 

Your eyes burned into his as a tear threatened to spill but as soon as one did, Ashton was quick to catch it; the pad of his thumb swiping across your cheek. 

“So, you actually like me back?” you sighed, desperate for reassurance despite his confession. He chuckled slightly before speaking once again. 

“I don’t like you, baby girl.” he started, “I love you.” 

Your heart fluttered and you could’ve sworn you nearly threw up. The small smile he sent you almost made you explode and you were puzzled as to how he kept such a nonchalant composure whilst professing his love to somebody. 

“I love you too.” you breathed. 

Ashton leaned over the table and softly pressed his lips against yours making your eyes flutter shut and your heart to pound even harder than before. 

It was a few moments before he pulled back, your lips tingling from the innocent yet meaningful kiss. 

“God, I love you so much. I didn’t even think it was possible.” he muttered, somewhat to himself but it was knowingly directed at you. 

“Can we go home?” you smiled, your eyes soft as they met his dilated ones. 

“Of course, baby.”

Summer Heat Part 4

Ready to get fucked up? Cuz you’re gonna get fucked up. Well. I hope so.

Synopsis: A fic where you and Shawn are camp councilors and you hate his guts. Sexual tension ensues.

Part 1  | Part 2   | Part 3 | Part 4 (you are here)


It’s just after midnight when you hear thunder shake the cabin. You sit up out of a dead sleep and look around just as another flash of lightning illuminates the room and is followed by a deep rumble of thunder. Rain starts pounding the old roof of the cabin and it is so loud you don’t know how Shawn could possibly be asleep.

You lay awake, staring at the curtain where the lightning seems to be constantly lighting up the sky. There was no way you were getting back to sleep. Storms like this always made you anxious, and the fact you were in a cabin that was more than twenty years old really didn’t help that anxiety. What if the wood stilts gaveway? What if the roof caved in? What if lightning struck it? The possibilities your brain came up with was endless.

On top of all that, you were worrying about the kids. Were they okay? What if their cabins got damaged? Had the director had the overnight crew move the kids to the main hall? What about clean up in the morning? If you didn’t get some sleep you would be useless if there were branches to clear away and debris to clean up.

“Hey,” Shawn says into the quieting room as a clap of thunder receded into the night air. You aren’t sure you actually heard him say something until he says “Hey.” again, but louder.

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High Tensions - Seven

Spencer Reid x Reader

You followed Spencer through the streets in silence, walking the three blocks to your apartment building briskly. 

You’d won! You’d fucking broken him. YES! With that knowledge in hand, the tidal wave of absolute lust started to break free in your mind. 

Oh the things you were going to do to him. The things you were going to have him do to you. But first, a good quick fuck to relieve the weeks of tension that had been built up between you. 

You dragged him up the stairs to your apartment, fumbling in your bag for your keys and inserting them into the lock. Just before you turned the keys you felt his hands on your waist turning you around to face him. 

He lowered his head to yours, his forehead pressing lightly on yours as he trailed his hands up and down the sides of your torso slowly almost reducing you to a puddle.

You angled your face to his, desperate to feel his lips on yours, desperate to feel his everything against your everything.

He lowered his lips dodging your mouth completely and instead aiming for your neck, pushing your hair to one side. Instead of kissing you, he blew gently, his breath tickling your skin. 

You arched your back trying to force some bodily contact between you but he inched backwards, continuing to blow a soft line up and down your neck, occasionally flicking his tongue out. 

“Spencer, enough already. I’m dying here. Let’s go inside,” you rasped out, not sure how much more you could take. 

“Go inside and do what Y/N?” he whispered, his words tickling against your skin.

“Everything and anything you want to.”

“So are you saying you want me to fuck you Y/N? Is that what you want me to take you inside to do? Tell me you want me to push inside of you and make you scream. You want me to right?” His hand stopped it’s travels up and down your body just shy of your breasts. 

“Ye……. Wait.” You stopped yourself, thinking back to the earlier conversation outside the bar. You’d asked him if he wanted to go back to your place, and he’d nodded. And you’d asked if he wanted to go alone or with Tash or Emily and he’d said no. But he hadn’t explicitly said that he wanted to do you or that he’d given in, and you’d agreed at the start that those words needed to be actually said in one form or another. 

His mouth made contact with your neck, blurring your thoughts even further as he sucked lightly on your pulse point. Oh god. This was a trick. It had to be. 

“Tell me what you want me to do to you Y/N” he murmured against your neck his words vibrating through you. 

“You tell me…….. ugh…… You tell me what you want to do to me Spencer.“

“Nope…….. ” He kissed across your throat, dragging his lips and tongue, nipping with with teeth every so often. When he reached the other side, he licked all the way down to your collar bone, pressing his body against yours as he did. 

Fuck, you could feel him pressing against you. All of him. He was too tall for you to be able to actually rub yourself against him, but you could feel it against the side of your stomach. 

“Y/N…… ”

“Mmmmm?" 

He was still flicking his tongue against your neck and you were desperately trying not to grab at him now. If you touched him, you’d go straight for his dick and you weren’t even going to try to kid yourself that you wouldn’t. You just needed to establish that you’d won first as you were doubting yourself now, but he was making it so hard for you to form an actual sentence. 

"Can you feel what you’ve done to me?” he pushed against you and you tried not to hyperventilate. 

“Uh huh.”

He kissed back up your neck and along your jaw before pulling away and resting his forehead back against yours, his eyes burning. 

“Are you wet for me Y/N?”

Oh my Goooood. You didn’t answer, just staring back into his eyes, your chest heaving. Is this how you’d made him feel in the elevator?

“I bet you are. It’s probably pooling in your panties right now. I bet I could just slide right in.” His voice was low and stupidly sexy as his eyes searched your face. “That was mean Y/N, using that little kiss with Prentiss. Did you really want to fuck her too or were you just using her to get to me?”

“Spencer, I’d make Emily scream if she gave me the chance,” your voice was raspy, like you’d smoked a carton of cigarettes. 

“I bet you would. But the first time we’re together, I don’t really want to see your face buried in another girls pussy. I want to have a clear view of it as I drive myself into you. Watch your eyes widen and your mouth part as you take in every inch of me.”

Could words actually make you come? Did it count as a win if he made you come just by talking to you? 

Surely not…. 

“I don’t wanna taste another girl’s saliva when I’m eating you out. I wanna know that I’m the only one making those sweet, warm juices flow.”

Your eyes closed as a gasp left your throat. You were actually throbbing now between your legs.

“So are we gonna go inside so I can taste you? So I can fuck you with my tongue?”

“Tell me you want to Spencer. I need to hear you say that you want to." 

Just fucking say it Spencer!!! You needed to hear him say it. Needed to know you’d won. 

He leant close to your ear and you felt his hand reach behind you. 

"Y/N….. I really, really, really want…… ”
his tongue flicked out, running over your outer ear as he continued. 

“You to have a fantastic nights sleep.”

He pushed your door open behind you and turned on his heel before you’d registered what was happening. 

Wait….. 

Where was he going? 

“Spencer.”

“SPENCER!”

He turned as he reached the end of your hall way and smirked at you. 

“Just so you know Y/N….I was this close to giving in.” He held up his thumb and forefinger, them only millimetres apart. 

“Sweets dreams Agent Y/L/N.” And with that, he walked off. 

Shower… Cold shower. 

NOW. 

Mistakes Will Be Made

For @voltronwhumpweek2017!

Day Three: Near Death and/or Blood Loss

Summery: Keith just wants to make Shiro proud and be a good leader. He still needs to work on making sure everyone is on the same page.

Ship: Klance

Word Count: 1482

Extra Note: Season Three Spoilers


Sometimes, no matter how elite your team is, no matter how well you work together, and no matter how many times you drill each other for these exact moments, people can get lost in the chaos.

That’s just the nature of war.

So when Keith lost track of Lance as he fought his way through a group of Galra soldiers, he didn’t worry about it too much. Why would he? Lance had probably just gotten to higher ground to cover him, as he does on almost every mission they’ve ever been on. And besides, Keith had other things to focus on at the moment. Like getting back to Shir- back to his lion, and getting the fuck off this planet.

At some point Keith started tuning out the yelling of the other paladins over the com waves, something he does whenever he gets into the zone of combat. He tunes out the pointless grunts and chatter, yet his mind is always able to focus in on the important stuff. Which he knows he needs to get better at. He can’t zone in and out of focus on his teammates whenever he pleases.

Mistake number one.

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My Experience With a Float Tank

A few months back I decided to try a Sensory Deprevation Tank.

What are Isolation Tanks?

A large shallow pool of concentrated salt water you lay in. The salt water causes your body to float completely when you lie down, which gives a weightless sensation. The water and the air in the room are at human body temperature. You’re given wax ear plugs and the space is completely dark. (Don’t get the water in your eyes, though harmless, it realllllly burns)

What happens

Sensory deprivation is a unique experience. When your body doesn’t have any input it becomes very easy for you to meditate, sleep, have WILDs, or have vivid visualizations (eyy, tulpamancy!).

My Experience

I showed up at the place early, paid my $59 for 75 minutes, and sat down in the lobby. I noticed the place had a very spa-esque feel. I was shown into the male changing room, placed my clothes in a locker and changed into a very fluffy white bath robe. There was a couple ahead of me going into a float room. I went to the washroom - I didn’t want anything to interrupt my float session.

I was guided into the float room (the spa had both isolated tanks and whole rooms, the experience is equivalent) which had a built in shower. I showered up excitedly, and donned some earplugs. The plugs were cool; made of wax and you mold them to your outer ear. 

I turned the lights off, instantly noticing the absolute darkness. Unfortunately after a while there was a dim light coming from an electrical socket in the corner which I covered up with a facecloth. I slid into the tank. It was shaped like a large shallow hot tub. The water felt slightly cool to the touch and I laughed at the buoyancy. I noticed I needed immerse myself slowly so I didn’t float and bump around the tank.

I relaxed and closed my eyes. It’s an odd situation to float around with your head half in water. I pondered how my shoulders and arms were very buoyant compared to the rest of my body. Perhaps I’m too skinny, perhaps there was too much salt in the water. It took me a while to get comfortable because my shoulders were pushing forward and making my back muscles stretch. 

I got comfortable about midway through the session and began to meditate. I could barely feel my limbs and I completely forgot about being in a tank of water. There was a slight crust of salt forming on my sides from where I was breathing. My skin would dip in the water when I exhaled, and dry when I inhaled. It felt crispy and was the only sensation I had. My senses were becoming hyper-sensitive.

I brushed my hair with my hand and some water ran down my face. Don’t get the water in your eyes!! I was just getting really relaxed when the mood lighting faded up to signify the end of the session. Time had zoomed by!

I slid out of the pool and suddenly felt super heavy. So much gravity! My vision was vivid. Even with the small amount of complete relaxation I had achieved, I was still very refreshed and relaxed. 

After showering up quickly I returned to the changing room feeling quite giddy. Hot ginger tea and chocolate was provided and I stepped out onto the street. I wandered towards the subway station in awe of how vivid my senses had become.

Conclusion

I highly recommend float tanks for everyone! I feel like people may need one session to get accustomed to the experience. After that, I think all of these rumored transcendental experiences will be much easier. Check it out!

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Notes: I am so sorry it took me three days to complete this! I got home at 7 this morning, it is now 1:40 (Don’t ever work as a waitress during the holidays, especially New Year’s), and I wanted to finish this ASAP. I started over so many times and I still kinda don’t like this one. But I hope you like it, even if just a little bit. <3 Now, off to bed I go. c: I hope you all had an amazing and safe New Year’s! 

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