Summary: Reader hasn’t been kissed in awhile. Dean reminds her what it feels like.
Characters: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 845
Warnings: smut, fluff, smuffy, smuffy, smuff
A/N: I just needed a little quality Dean time. And this may also be for @charliebradbury1104 who is currently a little mad at me. Forgive me Liz?
It’s unbeta’d so sorry for any mistakes. Gif is from Google Search, credit goes to the owner.
Little hairs prick the skin of your fingers as they curl
around the back of his neck. It’s damp
with sweat and thicker than you imagined it would be.
He’s pulling his upper body against your grip, up on his elbows, while his hips meet yours and he rocks into
you again. The pace unbearably slow.
Dark lashes rest on his cheeks and his mouth is making
perfect little oh, ah shapes. When you lift and tilt your hips to match him, his lashes flip up to meet his eyebrows and peridot
orbs look down at you with a glint.
“In a rush, sweetheart?” he asks, plunging especially deep
Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you bite down to
keep from moaning. He growls, dipping
his head and capturing it with his mouth. He sucks your lip in
between his teeth, “Don’t tease me with that lip, princess,” he says, teeth
still tugging before releasing you and pecking little kisses. “Now that I’ve got you here I’m gonna take my
time,” he smirks.
He rolls his hips and your whole body shudders as you arch
into him. Your mind races as you think
about how you got here.
Making a simple Fair Isle hat with leftovers from my mittens (wool + alpaca blend). I’m learning to knit colorwork with both hands so this is a practice project more than anything else… Wrong side on the first pic and right side on the second. My tension is fucking perfect. :’)
Title: Friend Shaped Summary: Whatever Dipper had thought that summoning spell would result in, that wasn’t it. Characters: Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Bill Cipher Rating: K
A/N: this one is for
@skypher-drabbles - the request was Liam intreracting with the Pines kids (and being happy). This scenario was fun to come up with. Hope you like it and thanks again for your charity donation! (This is pretty much based on Flat Dreams and won’t make much sense if you haven’t read it.)
To be completely, a hundred percent, absolutely honest, Dipper hadn’t thought that whole summoning thing could actually work.
He had sort of hoped it would, of course, or at least that something would happen so that he wouldn’t look like a complete idiot. He had also fervently hoped that, should it work - unlikely but not impossible, because he firmly believed nothing was - he would wind up summoning something that was… not too dangerous. Like maybe a pixie, or a fairy, or a leprechaun, or a gremlin they could put in a cage - just possibly not a demon. Please, anything but a demon.
He really didn’t want to have to tell his parents he had summoned Beelzebub or Lucifer or something in the living room while they were out for dinner. They’d ground him for life and then a little past that.
a/n: took a break from my swawesome santa (also need a beta for that hmu if ur interested)to churn out some cheesy nurseydex. it……has been a rough few weeks. hope this makes some ppl smile. 6k, those Corny But Classic™ ‘things you said’ prompts.
things you said that surprised me
Don’t get Nursey wrong, he loves a good Kegster – sweaty, loud, beer spilling down the front of his shirt, the Haus practically pulsing with a mix off Holster’s iPod – but he thinks there may or may not be something to say for just hanging out in the living room with the guys, smoking weed or watching TV or just talking, piled on top of each other across the couch and happily enclosed in the trademark Haus Bubble.
It’s almost better than the rush he gets from crowdsurfing or dancing on the kitchen table, he thinks, digging his toes further beneath Dex’s legs. Dex pauses just to throw a halfhearted glare in his direction before taking a swallow of beer.
Something at the bottom of Nursey’s stomach flutters, immediately followed by a silent, internal berating. Get it together, you weirdo.
I pray that one day, each of us can be like David. David who? David, the one who took down Goliath, the giant. Man, the scrawny, youngling everyone thought couldn’t handle the job. Even his brothers, who were on the frontline, were angry with him and couldn’t believe his younger brother was going to attempt to take down Goliath…especially with nothing. Nothing but a few pebbles and a sling shot. But to many of the men of Israel, that’s all it was. However, David had Someone so much stronger and mightier than any giant on his side. He had the Lord. And David bravely and boldly confessed that. And guess what? David took down the giant. Took him right down. Boom.
Man, how many times during our busy days or weeks or months do we face our own giants? The tasks that seem absolutely humongous and like they are going to take YEARS to complete. Maybe it’s the work that’s piling up on your desk or the due dates for papers and exams for your classes. And there’s those reoccurring lies that don’t seem to leave. You can’t do it. You won’t get it done. You’ll never finish it on time. Geez, when did giants become Negative Nellies? But it sure feels like it. Like the world is doubting our capabilities or what we have to offer because it seems like too much to handle or we are too small or too weak or too messy. Um, David took down a 7ft giant that wore at least 200 pounds of armor with a single pebble. Boom, right in the middle of Goliath’s forehead. David, the youngest of eight sons, the kid who constantly obeyed his father, tended the sheep, and who Saul doubted could fulfill the task–a task so many people couldn’t even bring themselves to attempt. But David…he was fearless. He was victorious. He knew he had the Lord to protect Him and he went straight into battle and defeated the giant.
We all gotta have a God-fearin’, David kinda attitude. It’s a new week. It’s a new day. Don’t listen to the world that doesn’t know what you are capable of. Listen to the God who made you in His mighty and perfect image! He has knit you together and has woven your days. You were made to conquer giants. So now watch the giants fall.
Series: Fairy Tail. AU: Figure Skating, Modern; Fake Dating to Lovers. Romantic Pairing: Gruvia. Other Pairings: Gray/Silver, Juvia/Silver, Juvia/Gajeel. Rating: T+ - language, alcohol, adult themes. Genre(s): Romance, Drama.
Read on FF.net: here. Read on AO3:here. Read other chapters: here.
A/N: This chapter will be a little emotional and will explore Gray’s friendship with Lyon and Ultear. Also, it’ll set up the beginning of Gray and Juvia’s real romantic relationship, unbeknownst to them. Hahaha.
;I try to wash the scars and marks from under my skin. But you’re etched in me like stone. You can’t save me, yeah, yeah.
Chapter Seven: Haunted
Juvia had often heard it said that time, in its slow and patient essence, had the ability to heal all wounds. The shallow. The deep. The fatal. As long as those wounds festered in the soul, life would run its course with a medicine not available on the market. A medicine administered by the diligent ticking of a temporal human heart.
Juvia was still waiting for her dose to kick in.
Three months had passed since the interview with Sorcerer Weekly; three months of being stopped in the street, of unwanted photos and mindless insults, that trickled slowly, steadily, along the stream of time and ended in a pool of suspicious calm. Though there were still children who stopped and asked her about Gray, and the headlines still talked of Oak Town’s Rain Woman, Juvia’s name no longer felt as tainted as it once had. In fact, there were those that were, in a sense, rooting for her success with Gray. Just as there were those who wanted the relationship to crash and burn in a public mess of humiliation and slander.
Perfect travel knitting! Gradient Stripes Matching Socks Sets are already wound into two matching cakes for socks and you can use a vanilla sock pattern for impressive stripes. Just knit and watch the stripes appear! Available in Small, Medium and Large sets.
I had to start this mitten over due to tension issues but it’s perfect now and knitting up pretty fast! I hope they’ll keep my hands warm because it felt like my fingers would fall off when I ventured out last night (-20 degrees celsius with a windchill of -29) and I was wearing 3 pairs of gloves…
Perfect timing for knitting a blanket. The weather started to feel like autumn🍁. Even though I like autumn, but not on August, 19.
The fifth square out of planned 24… Hopefully I’ll get it done by winter 😂
Sabine knew her daughter’s creative habits like the back of her own hand. Marinette easily got lost in the planning (taking after Sabine herself) and instantly lost track of time in the actual work (like her father, down to the way they stuck out their tongues in focus).
So one day after school started, she was surprised when Marinette came down to breakfast while unraveling the scarf she had been working on so intently just the previous day.
“I want to get this right, it’s a present for Adrien’s birthday and I want to make sure he’ll love it.” The girl said distractedly, continuing to dismantle the scarf. Her hot drink sat ignored beside her, already growing cold.
“Adrien? The new boy who is Chloé’s friend? I thought you said he’s a bully just like her.” Sabine turned from the stove to face her daughter, curious.
Marinette’s eyes widened, completely taken aback. “No, no! Well, at first I thought he was.” She fingered the rows of scarf left intact. “But he apologized, and he’s actually a much better person than I thought. So I want to make him something nice.”
“Good, I hope that means you can make peace with Chloé someday.”
Sabine had already turned back to check the eggs in the pan, but she knew her daughter was rolling her eyes.
This must have been an amazing boy to have quickly fixed such a negative first impression on Marinette.
When Marinette proudly showed off her finished work a couple days later, Sabine couldn’t help but notice that this scarf wasn’t the same one from before.
The original white scarf laid finished on the back of Marinette’s desk chair, every knit as perfect and in order as could be. In the trash bin by the desk, there were a couple false starts of scarves that were snipped and discarded. The instruction book still laid open on her desk.
The scarf that Marinette had wrapped up as a present was a bright blue that matched her own eyes.