sets-me-on-edge

So one of the people on my street works for Sky TV and drives one of their vans. It has hannibal painted on one side which to be honest sets me on edge a little. It parks outside my house regularly as i don’t drive so don’t use that spot. 

When i come down for work at 5am i usually open the curtains to see what the weather is like. Some days im open them to see the house across the road. Others i open them to see this particular van outside with Hannibal staring into my living room. Sometimes i forget to close the curtains at night and when i come down for work at 5am i see this.

It is terrifying and you can’t escape it. You either have to live in the dark or live with this staring at you while you try to watch TV.

I go to make a brew and it follows me. I watch TV and its there. I close the curtains and my dog cries because she wants to sit on the windowsill and stare at it. 

I mean, is it reasonable to ask Sky to repaint a van because Mads Mikkelsen is staring me down when i try to eat my cornflakes?

Humans are Weird

Have you guys ever heard of gaze detection? It’s when you feel like someone is staring at you and you start to get nervous and anxious?

Like the only time you get this feeling is when Someone is staring at you hardcore. They won’t stop looking at you, so when you get this feeling it’s common to start looking around for the source of the stare.

What if aliens don’t have this? You can stare at them for hours and they won’t even shift uncomfortably or become anxious. What if only humans have this?

It’s been a week since the new human climbed aboard our ship. It is well known they are an interesting and somewhat terrifying species that, surprisingly, are very knew to the Alliance. But even though they were fresh to the universe, they somehow were able to be a big influence.

So naturally most of us stared at the new human in curiosity. It was a male from what we could gather and he was a loud human. He would talk all the time with the other members of the crew and would make noises while he worked. “Outgoing” as the humans described it.

But something strange happens to him when we are looking at him. He could be talking to a crew member or doing his work when I start to stare for more then a few minutes I mean, he’s just so strange looking and he seems harmless from the outside that I couldn’t help but stare.

Suddenly he stiffens, grows quiet. The room is completely silent. It sets me on edge. Is something wrong with him? Is he sick?

Suddenly the human snaps his head towards me with his forehead hair down “frowning”, he’s staring right at me.

I shriek internally and panick. Oh no he’s mad he’s going to kill me? How did he know I was looking at him?! Does he have sensors or something?!?! Damn it I knew I shouldn’t have been alone with him!

I quickly hovered out of the room and hid behind a generator. I pray to Xbephon he doesn’t find me.

The Human shook his head and continued back to his work. Mumbling about “weird aliens, I was just going to ask them to stop staring.”

#switching #owling #bumping into each other

Prompts: @crazyconglasses
Author: @queenofthyme

Dearest Potter,

My mother insists that I write you to formally thank you for speaking on behalf of us at the Wizengamot. Without your testimony, we most certainly would have faced time in Azkaban.

So: thank you.

If you were expecting any heartfelt words of gratitude, then you’ve mistaken me for those hero worshippers who submit their amateur poetry about you to The Daily Prophet. Even as a child, I could write better poetry than that. 

Hoping to never speak to you again,

Draco Malfoy


Malfoy,

Please pass my appreciation on to your mother. I sincerely hope she is well.

As for you, I don’t need or expect your gratitude. That’s not why I helped you. You wouldn’t understand this of course, but those of us who have a heart, help others simply just to help others.

I also happen to enjoy and appreciate the notes people leave in The Daily Prophet for me. I’ve never heard any poetry from you, so I wouldn’t be so quick to throw stones.

Wishing you horrible misfortune,

Harry Potter


Don’t give me that load of crock, Potter. Even heroes have ulterior motives.

I also highly doubt you enjoyed last week’s poem: “I see Harry Potter’s emerald eyes, they sparkle and shine, all magic defies.” What does that even mean?

Seeing through your media-trained lies,

Draco Malfoy


Malfoy. You only think I’m lying because you can’t comprehend anyone’s perspective but your own.

That poem was heartfelt and thoughtful. I have a copy of it on my fridge - that’s a muggle appliance.

Rejecting your rude assumptions about me,

Harry Potter

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Nothing Fancy

SPN FanFic

~Sometimes you gotta lock the bathroom door and get it on.~

Dean x Reader

1,027 Words

Warnings: NSFW, PWP, Dean Smut. Nothing more than plain ole’ smut. Beka style.

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Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

“Just make it quick,” I muttered as Dean pulled me into the Men’s Room. He hadn’t even checked first to see if anyone else was around, but it didn’t seem like he would have cared if there was.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “Quick, right.”

“Seriously Dean,” I warned, watching as he threw the bolt on the bathroom door and turned back to me. “We don’t have time for this and I know you like to get all… fancy.”

“Baby,” he growled, licking his lips as he stepped towards me. “Ain’t nothing fancy about to happen right now.”

Before I could speak again, issue another warning or make a joke to the contrary, Dean’s hand closed around my left wrist, pulling me towards him with one firm tug. I fell against his chest, losing my balance, laughing slightly as I landed. My wine induced giggles were cut short when his lips took mine, covering my mouth with his tantalizing kiss. I opened to him in that moment, mind and body; no longer caring about the restaurant full of people on the other side of the heavy door, or the stresses of the case we were working. Everything fell away in the wake of his kiss. Every worry, every hesitation melted as his hot tongue swept over mine.

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Total Knockout: Boxer!Tom AU

A/N: I had an itch to do this about a month ago, but Boxer!Tom Night with @tbholland yesterday set me over the edge. Inspired by my favorite boxing movie, Southpaw, so you’ll see some similarities 😉

Warnings: Swearing (always), Angst for days, TW blood (???), TW mention of pain killers

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Boxing was our life. It was all we’d ever done. I say ‘our’ because for as long as I’d known Tom, since we were kids, that’s what he’d always been. Even before a contract, even before his name was up in lights, he was a fighter. And he was my fighter. And before you up and judge me for being cheesy, I’ll tell you that the first day I met him was when he punched a boy in the school yard for trying to get a hand up my skirt after I’d told him no.

Almost ten years later and he was still my defender, but I was his, too. It was my job to keep it all running. It was my job to keep him safe from everything that wasn’t a glove. I was the woman behind the man, and when the pressure was on him, the pressure was on me, too.


We took separate cars to Madison Square Garden for the fight. I knew Tom needed to be with the boys right up until it was time, and I didn’t mind. I was texting his mom from where I sat in the backseat. Yes I’d look after him, no Nikki don’t watch it, yes I’ll give him your love.

This was a big fight. He’d been undefeated for so long, there was a lot riding on tonight. The town car pulled into the back entrance and I got out, pulling down the hemline of my dress. I passed security confidently —they knew I was coming— making my way to the back room where they would be prepping him.

I knocked on the door, trying to suppress my own jitters. The door opened and Tom’s coach, Yousif, greeted me.

“Hi, beautiful.” He kissed me on the cheek.

“How is he?” I asked, glancing across the room. I could see Tom sitting on the edge of a table with his headphones on, looking down at the ground with intensity.

“I think we’ve got him there. I think he’s ready. But you gotta seal the deal, you know how he is.”

I nodded. He’s anxious. He always was. It was 20 minutes until start.

“I need a minute.” I said to Yousif.

He clapped his hands together, “You got him, Queen. Hey boys!” He called over to the handful of Tom’s friends, milling around the room. They knew it was my time.

Harrison was his cutman tonight, so I made sure to pull him aside as he walked toward the door.

“Watch that left brow, Haz. That’s where it always starts.” Harrison held up some bandages already with him and put a hand on my shoulder, “He’s gonna be fine. He’s ready.”

The door closed behind me and Tom still hadn’t looked up. That was normal for him, he was in a trance. I approached him from across the room, my heels clicked on the concrete as I pep talked myself in preparation to pep talk him.

“Hey.” I prompted, stepping into his line of sight. He looked up at me, face softening at my smile. I pulled his hands around my waist and slid the headphones off his ears.

“Hey baby–” he leaned up to kiss me. His lips were hungry, but he was the first to break away. He was always the first to break away before a fight. He let me look him over for a minute. I always wanted to memorize his face before he went out. It was hard on me and he knew it, but we both knew this was the only way for him. It had only ever been boxing.

“You ready, King?” I asked, moving my hips like I was revving him up. His eyes were adoring but his face was serious.

“I can do this one. I’ve got him. No problem.”

I bit back a smile. Growing up, Tom always used to say “No problem”, even if the kid he was about to fight was twice his size. That happened a lot, when we were kids. But this wasn’t then. This is what he trained to do. He needed this win.

And in that moment, I knew he didn’t need to hear it from me, too. So I scrapped my speech, all the words about his mum worrying and the crowd cheering, and just pulled him to my forehead.

“Don’t get hit too much, ok?” I whispered.


I was seated front row next to Harry, who was periodically leaning over and promising me Tom was ok. But I wasn’t so sure that he was ok. It was like he was a newcomer in the ring, a baby in comparison. I needed to stop that line of thinking.

“Guard your fucking eye!” Yousif was screaming.

“Why is he taking so many punches?” I whispered to myself. Sure, Tom was getting the hits in, but he was hardly defending. Blow after blow went back and forth between the two of them, blood was running down his face and I was biting the insides of my cheeks to keep myself from screaming, too.

The bell rang and Tom collapsed in the corner, Harrison on his face in an instant. Yousif crouched down in front of him, yelling instructions. Tom looked tired. It was heading into the tenth and he still hadn’t finished this.

Over the noise of the crowd, I could hear him saying “I know I know I know. Fuck! I know.” He squeezed his eye shut as Harrison fixed him up as best he could. I couldn’t hold my tongue anymore.

“Tommy!” I shouted, his head immediately snapping in my direction. I threw my hands up in confusion. “Knock him out, babe!” He was breathing hard and he didn’t say anything, but I knew he felt my words in his core. The bell rang and he flew up.

Right hook, bob, cross, fall back, one-two punches. A left corkscrew put him bleeding on the canvas. The referee got to the count of six and he was up again, coming back fierce. He ducked and jabbed and weaved his way around the ring, keeping off the ropes. But he was still getting hit, a significant amount.

“Fuck.” Harry hissed. “Come on, Tom.”

Then something changed. I could see it through the blood running down his face. Like he was just sick of it. In a flamboyant fashion, he landed a series swings and with one final blow and the longest count of 8 I’d ever endured in my life— he won.

The stadium exploded and all the guys around me screamed and shook one another as Tom’s fist was raised high in the air and models surrounded him and a belt was placed in his hands. It was everything we wanted, but I felt sick inside. Cameras flashed on me as Tom turned in my direction and blew me a kiss. I beamed as bright as I could fake and then was whisked backstage to the prep room to wait for him.

The aftermath was always a flurry. Everyone shouting, trying to keep the loser away from the winner, press settling in for the post-conference. I couldn’t stand to sit out there on his panel tonight, so I waited and watched on the television screen.

He looked like absolute shit. Harrison had done his best and Tom obviously had to check out with the fight physicians, but I swear the other guy had about beat his face in. I could only imagine how many bloody towels were sitting just off camera.

Tom smiled bright as he was peppered with questions about his come-from-behind win. He laughed as reporters teased him about getting beat up pretty good. And he shrugged nonchalantly when asked if he’d take on another challenger in the next couple of weeks.

After the news conference ended I could hear the boys all coming down the hall. When the door opened, Tom came trudging through. He looked worse in person, his exhaustion a clear physical weight on his shoulders. He managed a dopey smile at me.

“Hi Princess.” He extended an arm for me to come near, and I reluctantly did.

“I think you’re going to need another shower before we leave here.” I mumbled into his shoulder. He kissed my hair over and over, so happy with himself.

“Can’t hit the town smelling like a winner, eh?” He teased.

I stepped back and stared at him.

“You aren’t honestly thinking about going to the after parties, are you?” I glared over and Harrison and Harry, who both avoided eye contact.

I frowned at Tom as he tried to sway me, “Come on, love. We won! It’s going to be fucking wild. You can join me for this second shower, if that’d help.” He winked as best he could with his tortured face, and Harry made some type of choking sound. Harrison was used to it.

I shook my head at him, feeling my frustration rise. He needed to go home. He needed to rest. We needed to talk.

My wishes were unsurprisingly ignored. Tom was always susceptible to peer pressure, and with the guys rehashing the fight play by play, bolstering his ego like it was their job, of course he was going to want to celebrate.

We were lead out a main exit where a massive crowd lined the barricades, and flashes of cameras made my vision spotty. Security kept close and Tom clutched my hand as we made our way to the car, and then to the party.

Once we had arrived, he sat proudly next to me, his hand never leaving my thigh, inching his way up it, in fact. My skin tight dress felt suffocating as I sat silently, counting down the minutes until the night was over.

Finally, well after midnight with the party still raging, Tom turned to me.

“Ready to go, Princess?” He was definitely a bit buzzed, but not smashed, and I thanked God for that. I needed him coherent.

“I’m ready.”

Our ride home was silent. The boys were gone, the cameras were gone, and his hand on my thigh was gone. I could see in the faint light that his jaw was set, and he wouldn’t look at me. My stomach twisted with anxiety, but I hardened myself. There was a fight coming, and we both knew it.

After the car pulled into the driveway, he made no effort to open the door for me, a gesture he rarely skipped. Instead, he walked straight into the house and left me trailing behind on his heels.

“Don’t do this to me.” I called to him as we jogged up the stairs. I could see him wince even ten steps ahead of me, and it wasn’t from my words.

“Do what?” He yelled back, heading to our room. “I couldn’t possibly understand what the problem is here.”

“Don’t make me look like I’m nagging and crazy! You know why we have to talk!”

We were in the bedroom now, Tom grunting as he pulled his shirt over his head, grabbing a bottle of pain killers.

“What happened out there tonight?” I motioned out the window.

“Baby, I won. That’s what happened.” He still wouldn’t look at me, instead bracing himself on the edge of the bathroom sink.

“No, no. You punched the hardest. I don’t equate that to winning.”

Tom’s head turned sharply to look at me now, his face disgusted, his already fat lip pouted out even further, “I spend years being the underdog and now I’m finally making it and you’re telling me you’ve got a problem? You’re by me when I lose but not when I win?”

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, Tom. You are all I care about. You get that?” I was desperate for him to hear me.

“Why do you have to bring this up now?” He spat bitterly.

I could feel the lump in my throat rising, “You know Tom, someday I’m going to have your children, and when I do I don’t want them afraid of their father’s face.” Then, as an after thought I added, “If this keeps up they’ll be lucky to even know their own father’s face.”

Tom looked up at the ceiling, hands running up into his hair.

“Baby, I won! This is good for us!”

“Yeah but it’s taking you way too long to get off now. You’re going to be punch drunk before you’re 25 if you keep up fighting like this.”

He moved towards me, arms spread wide, “What, baby? What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to block a punch now and then. It’s not weak to play defense.” I argued.

Tom shook his head in frustration, “That’s not how I fight.”

I sat down on the edge of the bed, “That’s how you’re going to fight if you expect me to believe that you love me and want to be with me for the rest of your life.”

Tom’s eyes widened at my ultimatum. It felt harsh, but I meant it. He wouldn’t live to see old age if he kept up at this rate. He stumbled over to the edge of the bed and sat beside me, resting his head on my shoulder. His hands clung to me as though I might walk out of the room at any second.

“I can’t lose you. You know I can’t lose you.” He choked out. I felt hot tears running down my arm.

My eyes filled with tears, too, “I am here for you. But you need to know that all these other guys, they’re in it for the glory. The minute your bad days start to outnumber your good, they’re all just going to scatter. When they’re gone, I’ll still be here. I’ll still believe in you. So for my sake, I need you to take a few less hits.”

“Ok…ok…” he whispered, still holding me, still on my shoulder.

“I love you. Ok? I love you.” I turned his chin up to look at me, “We’re in this big bad world together.”

His teary eyes turned to loving ones and he kissed me so hard I was glad he had the painkillers in his system.

Taking his face in my hands, I held him at arms length, “I would rather see you block a good punch then land a careless one any day of the week, you understand?” He nodded at me. He was good, but to survive he needed to smart, not just good. He knew it and I knew it.

“I’m sorry.” He said earnestly, turning to kiss my hand on his face. “I love you.”

“You know I’m proud of you.” I told him intently, standing up.

He scooted up to lean against the head of the bed while I started changing out of my miserable dress. It was quiet for a time.

“You know,” he mused, watching me, “I only went 10 rounds tonight. I’ve still got another two in me.”

My attention turned immediately in his direction and I smiled to myself, making my way over to the bed.

“Tommy Holland wants to go two whole rounds?” I whispered, crawling gently on top of him in my underwear, “With me?”

“Fuck.” He swallowed, looking me up and down, “If I have my way, I’d like to make you go three rounds.”

Evan Peters- Liar Pt.2

Word Count: 1740

Warning: Smut. Me writing smut. Have fun. Giggly and cute sex. Slight eating out. Much foreplay.

Summary: Evan was accused of something he didn’t do and then he finds the reader. Then they make some sweet love. Read part one my dude.

Part One:
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“I love you so much” he said as his lips traveled to my neck.

He placed soft kisses on my neck.

I put my head to the side to give him more access.

“I love you too.” I moaned.

My hands traveled to his hair lightly tugging it.

This made him groan into my neck.

He left a trail of kisses up to my ear.

“Where is your room?” He said quietly in my ear.

“First door to the left.” I said back confused.

He picked me up bridal style and pretty much ran to my temporary room.

I laughed the way there.

“God I missed your beautiful laugh.” I heard him say under his breath.

I was about to say something, but I was interrupted by being dropped on the bed.

He quickly got on top of me, and very quickly attacked his lips to mine.

The kiss was intoxicating and hungry. It was amazing. I loved every second of it.

He started kissing and nibbling down to my neck. I moaned lightly as he started nibbling on the spot that gave me so much.

I whined when he removed his mouth from my neck. He looked into my eyes with so much emotion.

“Are you sure about this, Y/N?” He whispered, “I don’t want to force you into anything.”

I sat up and smiled.

“Of course I am.” I smiled at how sweet he was being. This wasn’t our first time, and it just made my heart melt of how much he cared.

He smiled, and took off his shirt. This is a sight to see. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, while running a finger down his abs. I ran my finger all the way down to his manhood. I started palming him through his pants.
He threw his head back in pleasure.

I started to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. He ushered my hands to my body and pulled his pants off. He sat against the headboard.

“Come here, baby girl.” He said patting his lap.

I crawled onto his lap and straddled him.

I felt him getting harder as straddled him. I saw his eyes get darker and groaned, when I started grinding on him. He started to kiss my neck and run his hands under my shirt.

I lifted my arms as he removed my shirt.

He looked at me for awhile making me feel self-conscious. Even is we have been together for so long, I still self-conscious about myself.

He looked me in the eyes and said, “You are the most beautiful girl I know, and I love you so much Y/N.”

“I love you too, Evan.” I blush lightly.

He started to kiss my lips, and fondled my breast through my bra. I ran my fingers through his hair. He groaned as I did so. He cupped my face and brought it to his lips.

He kissed me so gently and passionately, but it got rougher by the second. My hands went to his hair and his went to my waist. He bit my lip lightly to ask for entrance and I quickly obliged. His tongue darted into my mouth and our tongues wrestled for dominance. He won and he explored my mouth like he never explored it before. His hands traveled my body like it was new territory no has every explored before.

He removed his mouth away from mine. He kissed my jawline to my neck, attacking it with kisses.

He then stopped everything he was doing. Making me whine from the lost of contact.

“Why did you st-” I was cut off by the feeling of being lifted. He placed me on the bed lightly:

Evan started to kiss me and started grind into my clothed heat. I felt him get harder.

“Baby come on already.” I whined

“Whatever you say, princess.” He smirked.

Asshole.

He slid his had down my side and stopped at my waist line. He pulled off my pants and underwear teasingly. He tossed them both somewhere in the room.

His hands started to rub my inner thigh. They were so close to my heat, making me whine. Finally, his hand went back to the part I needed to be touched the most. He inserted one of his fingers into my entrance and started to pump in and out. I moaned loudly at the sudden pleasure I was given. I grabbed a handful of his hair and started to kiss him roughly.

“Evan! Just like that.” I moaned against his mouth. I started to grind against his hand because of the pleasure. I was on cloud nine and I was going to let him know.

He groaned in response. He added another finger into my cunt, and started to pump faster than before. He removed his mouth from mine, and started sucking on my neck all the way down to my breast. He started to leave wet kisses against my breast all the way to one of my nipples. He attached his lips to one of my nipples and started to lick and suck on it.

“Oh my fuck! Just like that, Evan.” I moaned loudly.

“You are so hot, baby girl.” He mumbled against my boob.

He added a third finger and started rubbing my clit with his thumb. I moaned and panted at every movement. I felt a familiar knot in my stomach.

“Evan!” I screamed, “I am so close baby!”

When he heard me say those words, he went even faster. I was a moaning mess.

I felt the knot getting looser and looser.

“Evan! I’m about to c-cum!” I moaned out.

He brought his face to my ear and started to nibble on it.

“Cum for me, baby.” He whispered.

That’s what set me off the edge. I moaned his name as loud as I can, and came on his hand. I was panting and moaning lightly as Evan was riding out my high.

He pulled his fingers out of me and sucked on his fingers.

“Taste as good as I remember.” He moaned at the taste.

I let out an airy laugh. He got off the bed and grabbed his wallet out of his jean pocket, which contained a condom.

“Prepared one aren’t we?” I chuckled lightly still coming down from my high.

“Also keep one just in case, babe.” He smiled cockily.

He took off his boxers and put the condom on his length. It was an above average one for sure.

He crawled back up on the bed, and kissed the inner part of my left thigh upward. He stopped at my heat and kissed my clit lightly, making me gasp. He pushed my lips apart and started to lick strips, cleaning me up.

“All clean.” He smirked, “For now.”

I moaned at his words and his actions. He started to kiss up my torso to my lips. He pulled away and looked me in the eyes.

“You ready?” He said nervously.

I nodded eagerly. My heart was pounding in excitement.

He aligned the tip of his manhood in my entrance, and pushed in slowly.

I winced a little, and I felt him stop.

“Are you okay?” He said very concerned.

“It’s just been awhile. It’s okay.” I said with a shy smile.

He started to push in again until he was fully in. He started to groan.

“Your so tight.” His face contorted into a face of pleasure. He rested on his forearms and dug his face into my neck, “Tell me when to move.”

I could tell it was hard for him to not move, all his groans were just telling me.

After a minute I let out an airy ‘yes’ and started to kiss his shoulder.

He went at a slow and easy pace.

I started to moan and he groaned at my noises.

“Evan.” I moaned, “Faster.”

He groaned and complied nicely. He picked up the pace and just groaning and grunting my name.

I started to grind to his pace, making it more pleasurable for the both of us. We were now both moaning each other’s names, and whispering 'I love you’ to each other.

This was so sensual and close, it was different from all our other times. This wasn’t our usual fucking or love making. It was more.

He started to pick up the pace and I was gasping for more. Each thrust he went deeper and deeper, making me claw at his back. He moved his face away from my neck to my lips. Kissing my entire face, making my smile. He moved down to my breast, kissing every inch of them, leaving marks on them. I grabbed his hair and tugged on them lightly, making him groan and making him go faster and deeper.

I started to feel a knot form in my stomach, making me moan his name out.

“I’m close, baby.” I panted.

“Music to my ears, Y/N” He smiled cockily, “Music to my ears.”

He started to go harder. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. He brought a hand down to my clit and started to rub it in circles.

I moaned out his name out and I felt my orgasm approach faster.

“Evan I’m really close!” I screamed.

“Let go for me, Y/N.” Evan groaned rubbing my clit faster, “Let go.”

That’s what I did, I came. My eyes rolled back and my moans became louder. I tightened around him, and that’s what set him off. His thrusts become sloppy and his warm seed filled the condom. We both moaned louder and louder.

He was riding out our highs. Panting, we kissed.

He pulled out slowly and pulled off the condom. He tied the condom and throw it away.

We both slowly got under the covers and cuddled up. I laid my head on his chest, and I could hear how fast his heart was beating. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.

“I love you, Y/N. Always remember that.” Evan whispered to me.

“I love you too, Evan. I’m sorry for accusing you for a crime you didn’t do, and I will.” I said looking up at him. He was looking down at me.

“I’m glad to spend the rest of my life with you.” He smiled.

“I am too.” I said quietly.

Doodling while watching Jack’s Walking Dead episodes = drawing unhappy grumpy faces BECAUSE THE FREAKING GAME SETS ME ON EDGE AND I CANNOT RELAX 😱😱😱

But it was a good binge-watching sesson

Also I’m still getting used to drawing on iPad pls don’t be too harsh on my drawing skills I know it sucks shh shhhhhhh *obnoxious shushing continues*

For Research

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Stiles x Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 3,796

Originally posted by welcometomyguiltypleasure


           My bag hits against my hip with every step, and I shift my shoulder slightly to readjust the weight of it. The automatic doors close behind me as I step inside the building and I’m immediately hit with the coldness of the air, the air conditioner humming faintly throughout the building. The fluorescent lights above me flicker slightly, and the building is eerily quiet, I smile to myself at the silence.

           I pull open another door, and it squeaks slightly as I slip in and let it fall closed behind me with a creak. The room is darker than the rest of the building, only a few lights dangle from the ceiling, their bulbs dim from so many years of use. I place my bag on an empty hook, letting it hang there as I slip my keys out of the pocket of my leggings, dumping them into my bag unceremoniously.

           “Margaret?” I call out, wandering through the huge stacks of books that fill the room from floor to ceiling, turning it into an endless maze.

           “Over here, dear!” She yells, her voice muffled by all the books, and I try to pinpoint her location as I walk past the stacks and stacks of literature.

           “Where?”

           “By ancient Chinese folklore!”

           I shuffle back a few steps, turning down another aisle of books and I see a flutter of patterned fabric.

           “You’re here early tonight,” She murmurs, never taking her eyes away from the list of titles she’s working through.

           “I needed an escape.” I respond back simply.

           She nods, not pressing for any elaboration or an explanation. That’s one of the things I like most about Margaret, she doesn’t expect you to tell her everything. She respects the fact that I’m not a very open person, and that I will say as much as I need but that I don’t really like to divulge a lot of information. I glance at her, taking in her appearance. Her hair is varying shades of gray, falling down to her waist in a tangle of long, wild curls. There are crinkled, wrinkles around her green eyes, and smile lines near the corner of he mouth. Her long skirt is covered in a tribal print of some sort and the soft material trails well past her feet so that she has to lift it slightly as she walks, causing it to billow behind her.

           “Did you hear me, dear?” She asks, breaking my train of thought, and I look up at her quickly.

           “Sorry, I just kind of zoned out.” I say apologetically and she smiles at me knowingly, “Can you repeat what you said?”

           “I need you to train the young man starting tonight.”

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Good Girl Ch 17: Stories Of A Bad Girl (M)

“No,” I grumble, tucking myself deeper into Sehun’s embrace.

“Come on baby, you need to eat something,” Suho tires for the tenth time.

“No.”

“Hyung, maybe we should try again after the meeting,” Sehun suggests.

Suho sighs, “Fine, the boys should be here soon anyway.”

My head perks up, “Boys? You mean my oppas?”

Both boys look at me, happy to see me interested in something, but not happy with what it is. I haven’t let go of Sehun since yesterday after my bath, except to use the bathroom and even than he would be standing at the door waiting. This whole time we’ve been snuggling on my bed, both annoying and saddening the other guys. I sit up on my knees in bed, still straddling Sehun, Suho is on my left dressed in his suit. In nothing but underwear and one of Sehun’s t-shirts, both men can’t take their eyes off me, even in my messy state.

“Are you talking about my oppas?” I ask again when neither of them answers.

“Why does that make you happy?” Sehun pouts.

“Nothing else would get you out of bed, not breakfast, not school, not any of us, but them?” Suho is obviously offended, he looks like a real dad with his arms crossed over his chest.

I hesitate answering, afraid of making them angry, “I just want something that I know, people that know me. Something familiar.”

They share a sober expression, a silent conversation between the two. Suho looks back to me, annoyed with the words about to come out if his mouth, “Will you eat if we let you see them?”

I smile big, “Jin oppa told me he would make me ox bone stew remember? I’ll eat that!”

“That also means you have to get out of bed and get dressed.”

I nod vigorously, “Can I take a shower too?”

“No shower, bath,” Suho corrects me.

I pout for second before giving him an amazing smile, “If you let me shower, you can shower with me.”

“Why not me?” Sehun’s hands hold my hips tighter.

“You have had her too long anyway, you took my turn. Now,” Suho opens his arms to me with a satisfied smirk, “come here baby girl.”

After giving Sehun a quick peck on the lips and a thank you for watching over me all night, I eagerly rush to Suho with the promise of a shower. He easily picks me up and carries me away from a blushing Sehun. It doesn’t take very long to find Suho’s room, it’s a lot like the others, dark in color, the same beautiful view of the ocean past the floor to ceiling windows. There is a built in book shelf that takes up the whole wall, filled with books and little sculptures, and even a few pictures here and there. I don’t have time to look at much, he carries me strait into the massive bathroom; if mine is built for a princess, his is built for a king. There is a Jacuzzi tub in the middle of the room, covered in gray tiles, a frosted glass shower is in the corner.

“Can I take a bath in here?” I ask when he sets me down on the edge of the tub.

“No baby, you asked for a shower,” Suho smiles down at me surprisingly seductively as he takes off his tie and his suit jacket. “How about you get in first, get used to the water, and tell me when it’s okay for me to come in?” I nod, getting to my feet but hesitating on taking off my clothes so casually. He chuckles, “Do you want me to do it?” When I don’t respond he comes closer and grabs the hem of my shirt, I don’t stop him so he pulls it over my head. Next are my panties, he takes those off slowly, letting his hands caress my legs all the way down. He takes a step back to actually look at me, and like Sehun he looks kind of broken inside at the sight of the bruise.

“I’ll get in,” I say before slipping past him into the shower, my own heart breaking at his sad face. The futuristic shower throws me off for a second, after another minute of staring at it Suho calls to me, “I’m sorry, I just don’t know how to turn this stupid thing on.” I’m too focused to hear the shower door open and Suho sneak up behind me, easily turning one of the many knobs and turning on the water. His body is pressed up against my back, a blush spreads across my face when I feel something hard touching my lower back.

“Is it too cold?” He asks as the cool water runs down us, leaving goose bumps in it’s wake. I nod. He turns the handle more until the water pouring out is just slightly burning. “Better?” Again I nod. He starts humming some unfamiliar song as he begins reaching for bottles on the built in shelf. I jump when he starts washing my back, pausing with his hands on my shoulders he asks, “Tell when you want me to stop.” When I say nothing he continues slowly, washing both arms, all the way down my back but stops with his hands on my tummy. “Can I wash your chest?”

“Yea,” I answer softly, his hands go up slowly massaging my breasts softly. He only stays there for a second before traveling lower, past my lady parts to my legs. I feel my cheeks get hot when these words come out of my mouth, “Can I wash you?”

“What was that?” He questions coming even closer.

“Can I wash you?” I repeat louder.

“You don’t have to ask to touch me, ever.” He hands me his body wash, I squirt some into my hands before lathering them together, enjoying the smell that comforts me like Suho’s presences. I hesitantly reach out, placing both of my hands on his chest. It’s warm, like he always is, I start moving my hands in small circles across his chest, shoulders, and arms. There is an undeniable blush across my face when my hands drift lower to his amazing abs, I get even redder when I see his member standing at attention. Look up at Suho I see his eyes are closed tightly, his chest raising and sinking as he takes deep breaths to calm himself. Feeling brave I let my soaped up hand brush against it, my eyes never leaving his face. Watching him tense at such a small touch turns me on.

With a deep breath I grab onto the base of his shaft, and quickly start pumping. Suho’s eyes snap open, his dark orbs are fixed on me, he leans in closer, his hands go on either side of my head, locking me against the wall.

“Baby,” He warns me, but his hands ball into fists as he begins bucking his hips against my hand. “Why are you doing this?” He groans, my pumps continue to accelerate.

“You looked like you need to relax a bit,” I answer innocently.

He rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed again, “This isn’t relaxing baby, all it’s doing is making me want to pin you up against the wall and take that precious virginity of yours’.”

“So you want me to stop,” I tease slowing my pace.

He growls, “Baby, don’t tease your daddy, I can barely control myself right now.”

“Okay, Daddy, I’ll be a good girl,” I give him a chaste kiss before pumping him harder and faster. I watch his muscles tense, kind of enjoying the way I affect him. After a few more pumps he comes undone at my hands, spraying his seed on to my stomach and the wall behind me. His chest is heaving, he leans down and places a not so innocent kiss on my lips.

“You are such a naughty girl, getting daddy all worked up like that,” He whispers in my ears.

“You seemed to like it though,” I tease.

He snickers, “How are you still a virgin with that mouth?” He kisses me again before turning off the water. “We should get out before they send a search party after us.”

I nod. He grabs a towel from out of the shower and wraps it around me before grabbing another for himself. Leading me back into his room we find a stack of clothes for me that Suho does not agree with.

“A dress, seriously? No,” Suho scoffs, “You are wearing my shirt and sweat pants.” He decides before puling me into his closet, like mine it’s massive with way more clothes then a person would need, but his definitely isn’t as colorful as mine, with lots of black, gray, and other dark colors. It reminds me of my actual wardrobe, not all the girly stuff they gave me but of all my hoodies, jeans, and sweaters that I love. Suho pulls out a over sized t-shirt and a surprisingly small pair of joggers that would still be a bit big on me but way too small for him. “I kept these here for whenever you stayed with me, that way you wouldn’t have to go back to your room,” He explains.

He helps me put on the underwear Sehun had brought me before putting on the clothes he picked out himself.  When I’m fully dressed he begins looking for his own outfit, finding a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Such a contrast from how he looked earlier, he was so fancy looking but now he looks like some really hot guy you could pass on the street and fantasize about later.

He catches me staring and smiles, “I’m already yours baby, you don’t need to stare, you can touch me all you want.” My cheeks are on fire, I look down at my hands in my lap. “Why so bashful suddenly? You are the one who asked me to take a shower and you are also the one who gave me a hand job out of nowhere.”

“Daddy stop, you’re embarrassing me!” I cover my cheeks.

He leans down and kisses my forehead, “So cute.”

“This is nauseating,” Kai teases, making fake puking noise in the doorway.

“Aren’t you supposed to knock? What do you want?” Suho glares at the younger.

Kai rolls his eyes, “Our guests have arrive, I was told to bring you and baby girl along. I’m very disappointed to know that you bent so easily hyung.”

“Sehun told the others too right? We don’t need a blood bath in our living room.”

Kai nods, “Yes, yes, he told all of us, Xiumin hyung was very upset.”

“About what?” I ask Suho.

“We decided that for today, only today because you are feeling down, they can touch you like they used to.”

I can’t help but smile, “Really?”

“Don’t get too happy or we’ll change our minds,” Suho warns.

“I never got the chance to make up my mind,” Kai glares at the older man. He looks at me with a completely different demeanor than I’m used to from him, he smiles softly and offers me a hand. “Come on baby, I haven’t gotten you at all.” I walk over to him, taking his hand, and he leads me out of the room. The is a lot of noise coming from the living room, I can hear everyone talking and having fun, making me hesitate in the hall. “What’s wrong baby?”

“I don’t want to ruin the fun,” I look up at him.

“What do you mean?”

I start backing away from the doorway, “Whenever I’m in the room with all of you guys things get tense, they sound like they are having fun.”

Kai’s grip on my hand tightens, “You aren’t ruining anything, you want to see them don’t you?”

I nod.

“Then lets go see them, we won’t get tense, we will be good daddies, I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

He nods.

With a deep breath I take a few more steps so I can see into the room. Everyone is sprawled out on the floor or the couch, enjoying each others company, it’s a very warm atmosphere that I love. Baekhyun sees us standing in the doorway and smiles.

“Good to see you out of bed baby girl!” Baekhyun beams at me, getting off the couch to give me a hug.

“Are you feeling better?” Lay joins us, Kyungsoo and Chen behind him waiting their turn.

“I’m okay, does my face still look that bad?” I reach up and touch where I know the bruise is, flinching at the pain.

“Don’t touch it,” Kai scolds, swatting my hand away.

“This is so weird,” Yoongi says, his voice getting past the crowd of men talking to me. I weasel my past them to the seven boys still sitting on the floor. They jump to their feet at the sight of me. “What the hell happened?” Yoongi growls coming straight to me. “Who the fuck hit you?”

“Calm down Oppa, there was an incident at school,” He opens his mouth to ask more questions but I cut him off. “It’s was Joon or something. He’s already been um, taken care of.”

Chanyeol chuckles behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and giving my good cheek a quick peck, “You make it sound so cute.”

“Hyung?” Namjoon questions.

“Like she said, there was an issue we handled it, end of story,” Chanyeol deadpans.

“Joo-ya,” Jin waves me over, ignoring the glare Chanyeol is giving him, “Are you sure you are okay?”

“Yes, but I’m starving, could you make me some ox bone stew now?” I beam at the cute man, who automatically nods and heads toward the kitchen with me on his tail and the group of men on mine.

“Noona,” Kookie calls.

I look over at him when I sit down at one of the bar stools in the kitchen, “Yes?”

He sits down on my other side, “Jihyo noona was really worried about you, did you ever call her?”

I shake my head, “I haven’t had my phone since yesterday, it’s in my backpack and I don’t even know where that is. Can you text her for me telling her that I’m not dead.”

He smiles and nods, pulling out his phone.

“Jin oppa, can I help you cook?” I ask with a big smile, that he can’t refuse. I come around the counter. “What should I do?”

He scans the scattered ingredients on the counter, “Can you peel the radish?”

I nod and rush to grab the three massive radishes, putting them in the sink I scan the cabinets before looking to for help from the many boys watching us. “The peeler?” I ask. Kyungsoo comes forward, opening a near by drawer and handing it to me, I thank him. Luhan comes over with a cute smile on his face, he quickly slips behind me, tying a cute little apron around my waist.

“So cute,” he coos, I laugh as I begin peeling with ease but stop when Chen comes behind me next and pulls my waves into a bun with a hair tie.

“Better?”

I nod giving him a smile, “Thank you.”

“Have you been helping Kyungsoo-ya cook?” Jin asks me as he boils the meat.

I shake my head, “I’m not allowed to cook.”

“Not allowed?” Hoseok and Namjoon echo, completely baffled.

“You love cooking, and you are really good at it,” Taehyung grins at me.

“I cooked for them the first morning I was here,” I think back to only a week ago. My how things have changed for me.

“It was really good,” Baekhyun says.

“Why isn’t she allowed to cook?” Jin questions coming over to help me cut the radishes. With two large knifes in hand he lays down two cutting boards. Once again Kyungsoo appears next to me, taking the knife offered me, making me pout.

“It’s too dangerous for her,” Kyungsoo takes my place and begins chopping the radish.

“She isn’t a child,” Yoongi snaps. “I don’t know what you guys are doing to her, this isn’t the Jooyoung we know.”

“Oppa,” I place a hand on the older boy’s arm, earning us all eyes. “It’s fine, it’s just how things work here.”

He stares down at me dumbstruck, “Since when have you been so submissive? Where is the feisty girl that got a fake ID to sneak into a club last week? Or better yet, the girl who is in that mug shot that Jihyo still has hanging above her bed?”

“Stop,” I snap, using both of my hands to cover his big mouth.

“Mug shot?” The twelve men echo.

“Baby girl,” Kris raises a brow at me, undeniably amused by this news, “Are you a bad girl?”

……………………

“You can hear one,” I deadpan, still glaring at Yoongi across the table for spilling my past. They had pulled more chairs up to the long table, I somehow convinced them to let Jimin and Kookie sit next to me.

“How many are there?” Poor Lay looks like he’s about to pass out from worry.

“There are lot,” Namjoon answers for me, smiling down at his bowl, ignoring the glare he’s earning from me.

I groan, “There is not that many.”

Hoseok chuckles, thinking back to old memories, “There is the time with the boat. The streaking. The car was a bad one.”

Even Jimin joins in on teasing me, “Oh lets not forget the best, the fight that earned you and Jihyo some beautiful mug shots.”

“Those are actually some of my favorite photos of you guys,” Jin laughs.

“Pick,” I demand.

“How about two?” Sehun smiles at me.

“Depends what two,” I lean back in my seat with my arms crossed over my chest, feeling a lot older suddenly, not the baby I was this morning. My daddies notice it.

“Streaking and the fight,” Kai answers for him, Sehun and the rest nod in agreement.

“Ugh,” I groan. “Okay fine, but the car story is mixed into the streaking one, so when Jihyo and I were 15 we were hanging out with some of her friends. We were playing strip poker-“

Kris interrupts me with a laugh, “As you do at 15.”

“No teasing or you won’t get to hear it,” I pout.

“I’m sorry baby girl, please continue.”

I sigh dramatically, “We we’re playing stripe poker, it was not my idea but I know how to play poker so I was good. Jihyo on the other hand absolutely sucks at it, so being Jihyo, she convinced me to throw the game so we would both loose. Losers had to run half a mile down the street and back. Everything was fine, we were running wild down the street, making a bigger deal out it than we should have by hooting and hollering the whole way. But on our way back we happen to run into a police car, or at least Jihyo did, she ignored my warning and got stopped. I know her parents would have freaked out if she had been caught so I snuck into the cops are and put it in drive. They freaked out and ran after it, so we ran away.”

All twelve men are staring at me like I’ve grown a second head, while the other seven are dying of laughter since they were the friends I decided to leave out of the story. Baekhyun shakes off his shock, “The car doesn’t seem so bad compared to the rest of it, why is it one of your stories?”

I look down at my stew and begin to shove big bites into my mouth, but Yoongi answers for me, “What she forgot to mention is that the car rolled down a hill and hit four other very expensive cars that the police department had to take blame for damaging.”

“Hey, it isn’t my fault they left their car door open for anyone to just hop into a joy ride,” I defend myself.

“I don’t know whether or not I should be upset or proud,” Chen looks as if he’s trying to figure out the meaning of life with all the confusion on his face.

“Beyond proud,” Luhan basically climbs across the table to kiss my forehead, “Loyalty is very important, I’m happy you have so much of it.”

“I’m a bit upset that you would go to such lengths for that girl but Luhan hyung is right,” Kai gives me a small smile, “so loyal.”

“Our baby is so amazing!” Chanyeol cheers from the far end of the table, Baekhyun of course joins in on the cheers.

“Alright, boys calm down,” Xiumin gives me a smirk, “I want to hear about this fight that got our little Joo-ya a mug shot.”

“There isn’t an arrest on your record,” Suho questions.

I nod, “That’s the benefit of having Jihyo’s dad be rich and powerful, he cleaned that up in no time.”

“How long ago was this?” Lay wonders.

“Um, about seven months ago, Jihyo had convinced me to go to some random American bar that she really wanted to go to because apparently that’s where all the hot ones go. After being there for a little while some guys started getting a little too touchie with us but when we asked them to back off they didn’t listen. So we did what any normal person would do-“

Yet again I’m cut off but this time by someone who knows the story, “What you did was nowhere near a normal girl reaction. Most girls cry or threaten to call the cops but you were such a badass!” Kookie can’t hold in his excitement in.

“Calm down Kookie,” I pat the younger’s head, “You can’t just jump the build up like that. Anyway, Jihyo and I each punched the next closet guy, ducked away and watched as a bar fight began. But things got a little too crazy when the guys found us even in the mess of punches and thrown bodies.”

“What did you do?” Lay is filled with worry once again.

“We kicked them in the nuts and when they hunched down to protect their manhood we kneed them in the face. It was actually amazingly coordinated.”

“Who would have thought our baby would be such a badass?” Xiumin smiles at me with fondness.

Day off

Pairing: Oliver queen x reader

Can you do an Oliver Queen smut where Team Arrow is taking a day off so it’s just the reader and Oliver in the Arrow cave for the day. He’s working out while she sits and watches. He then realizes her staring and things start getting heated. You can figure out the rest of the details. Thx, I love you your blog btw, you’re an amazing writer❤️❤️

Authors note: this is still set in season 3 because I haven’t watched season 4 yet. E.I. Why felicity and Ray are together

“Alright well have fun” I hung up on felicity who called me to say she wasn’t going to come in today. Something about Ray wanting to take her out somewhere. Anyways I was making my way down the stairs when I noticed Oliver was taking off his shirt. “Why are you the only one in here?” I asked as I was halfway down.

“Dig and Lyla are having a family day with Sara. I don’t know we’re Thea is and Laural is talking with her dad about some case. I believe felicity is still going to show up though.” Oliver explained while he was warming up.

“Nope she just called and said Roy was taking her out on a date” I sat down in front of the computer buy didn’t bother to turn it on.

“So it’s just the two of us then” Oliver kissed me before he made his way to the salmon ladder.

“Yup” I responded as I automatically looked at my phone otherwise I know I would be staring at him like a teenage girl.

“Do you want me to check to see if there are any crimes out” I asked putting my phone down.

“No we deserve a break” I watched as Oliver started to workout. After half an our I was contemplating whether I should leave or not. Oliver was so in the zone I doubt he would notice I left. “Enjoying the view ?” Oliver laughed, catching me staring at him.

“Maybe …” I teased

“Then put your phone down and look, instead pretending you’re not looking” Oliver stopped and walk towards me. “Do you want to have a go at it?”

“As much as I would love to Ollie” I sarcastically said. “I lack the upper body strength” I playfully flexed for him.

“Haha alright how about I help you out then?” I knew he wasn’t going to stop until I actually agreed.

“Fine but don’t laugh” I took off my jacket and placed on the chair I was sitting on before joining Oliver. He had lowered the bar so I could reach it.

“Alright hold onto it and lift it. Try and see if you can move it up one” Oliver instructed as he stood behind me.

“What if I fail and end up falling”

“I’ll catch you don’t worry” I was still not convinced but I still reluctantly tried. Of course my first try was horrible, I couldn’t move the bar out of its position. “Dammit”

“It’s ok y/n, just try again” Oliver encouraged me. An hour later I was able to move to the highest point (with Oliver’s help) and I was drenched in sweat.

“That was exhausting” I got down and wiped the sweat off my forehead.

“But you looked so badass doing it” I turned around to face him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and brought him closer to me.

“Thank you for helping me out, I really appreciate it” I leaned in and kissed him.

“You’re welcome” Oliver responded before he kissed me again, this time much rougher. His hands soon found their way down to my thighs and lifted me up before he walked towards the empty table in the center of the room. He set me down on the edge of the table and began to leave a trail of kisses down my neck.

“Are we seriously doing this here” I asked as I felt Oliver’s hands under my loose tank top.

“Why not? We’re the only ones here” I raised my hands up once Oliver started to lift it off my body and unhooked my bra.

“Oh my gosh I can’t believe we’re doing this” I got up enough for Oliver to remove my leggings and underwear. I leaned back on my elbows as I watched Oliver pulled down his pants and underwear before he spread my legs and settled himself between them.

“Come here” I sat up and felt Oliver’s hand on my lower back inching me closer to the end of the table. Resting my hands on Oliver’s shoulders I closed my eyes and let out a whimper as he pushed himself inside me. He stayed still once he was fully inside me, letting me adjust to his size.

“Oliver please move” I begged before I felt him starting to pull back and slam himself inside me again. “Ohhh just like that” he did that a few more times before held onto the table and started to thrust much faster than before.

“Lay back for me y/n” Oliver ordered before my back rested on the cold table. His hands held onto the sides of the table near my shoulders as his movements became harsher.

“Oliver ! ! !” I also had a tight grip on the table as my breasts moved with every thrust that Oliver was making.

“I know” Oliver pulled out as I sat up. He got me off the table and made turn to face it, parting my legs he bent me over and thrusted back into me.

“Oliver ! ! ! !” I shouted as I held onto the sides of the table. Oliver set a rough pace and I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

“Fuck Y/n” Oliver grunted as I felt his cock twitching inside me. With one final thrust I came undone.

“Oh my gosh OLIVER ! ! ! !” I yelled as I felt like I was on ecstasy.

“Y/n” Oliver groaned as I felt him spilling himself inside me. Burying his face on my neck he held onto my body as he kept moving. Once we came down from our high he pulled out and I turned around to look at him. I cupped his face and kissed him.

“Now this is my kind of workout” I heard Oliver laugh as his hands rested on my lower back.

“What do you say we go back home”

“Ok” I pushed him back and began to get dressed. Once we were dressed we made our way out, only to see that Thea was on the other side of the door.

“Where are you guys going?” Thea asked as she took in our appearance.

“No ones here we have a day off” Oliver answered. I noticed that Thea was studying my appearance closely before she made a disgusted face.

“Eww you guys had sex down there didn’t you” Thea left before we answered.

“I have a feeling everyone is going to find out by the end of the day” I looked up at Oliver who nodded his head agreeing with me.

“Oh well let’s go home then” Oliver pecked my lips before we left.

Glass Walls

Summary: Your world is shattering, and the wounds you’ve been hiding finally come to the surface.

Characters: DeanxReader

Word Count: 1,525

Warnings: feelings of self hate, hints at depression, emotional breakdown

A/N: The first scene of this flashed through my head, and then my brain screamed at me to finish it. This came from a raw nerve in my soul. If anyone ever needs to talk, my ask box and IM are always open. And to my loves (@hannahindie@wheresthekillswitch) your words mean everything to me.

I’d smashed it against the wall without a second thought.

One minute my snow globe was on the desk in front of me, the next it was clutched tightly in my hands as I stood and roughly turned, hurling it as hard as I could. Water and glass came raining down, the high clinks of shattering ending as quickly as they’d started. The clear liquid ran down the wall, dripping a design in random streams and seeping onto the floor in an aimless manner. The base hit the floor with a loud thud, and my knees shortly mimicked the sound as they hit the ground.

A small moan escaped my lungs, one that started in the depths of my soul and painfully worked its way through my entire being. Then I was crawling into the sea of glass, ignoring the sharp point of pain as one piece found its way into the flesh of my palm. My own tears mixed with the wet pool that was already seeping through the fabric on the right side of my thigh where I’d haphazardly landed on my side, my hands propping my sagging frame up. I reached for the ivory base, choked sobs joining the small world of chaos I was in when I realized I’d snapped one of the legs off. Jagged glass mocked where the globe used to be, and the ache in my chest grew as I hugged the broken pieces close to myself.

That was where he found me.

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Fireball

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, mentions of Dean and Castiel

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (Oral on female, reference to Oral on male), drinking, a tiny bit of Dom!Sam

Words: 1,001

Author’s Note: So I wrote this thing after taking a real shot of Fireball, or three, then waited a day and corrected errors. So whatever happens in this, it what I wrote while a little more than slightly buzzed! This is for @winchester-writes Birthday Drinking Challenge! So congrats on being legal!! :D My prompts were Fireball Whiskey and “He did it! This time, I swear, it wasn’t me!”

“He did it! I swear, this time, it wasn’t me!!” I call out as the bunker door opens, revealing the younger Winchester. A look of confusion crosses his features before his hazel eye land on the bottle of Fireball Whiskey on the table. My outcry was an attempt at defending myself against Dean leaving a bottle of Fireball with me as he left for a hunt with Cas.

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This manager hates me because I think she’s stupid, but I seriously don’t understand why she singles me out because literally everyone at our store and the one across town thinks she’s stupid and hates her too.

She’s been at our store for one month and wants to change everything so it’s the same way it was at her old store. So basically change everything so she’s comfortable even if it’s the same efficiency and everyone else has to learn her way.

The thing that set me over the edge though to inspire me to write this though is when she counted my drawer I was off by like $30 and she was about to write me up for it, but then she remembered she used my drawer to pay out one of the servers. So she almost gave me a write up for my drawer being short which was her fault in the first place.

Yes Sir Part 11

Yes Sir Part 11: New Changes

A new life is on the horizon for Professor Winchester and his girl. She starts to process what those changes mean.

SERIES MASTERLIST Warnings: The usual- NSFW, Mature, Explicit Smut. Fluff. Alcohol. Drunkeness. Cursing. Dirty Talk. Angst. WC: 6328 On AO3

A/N: I’m blown away by how supportive and loving the readers of this series have been. Thank you so much for loving these two with me :) Thanks to my secret squirrel @jml509! And my amazing beta @andromytta


As I stared down at the essay question in front of me the only sounds I could hear were the random shuffling of my classmates’ papers and my watch ticking through the hour. In any other recent scenario I would’ve looked up to see what the professor was doing. But John was leaving me alone. No distractions, no smoldering stares. I knew he was paying attention to something else and I appreciated it.

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Gotta Go Fast

Overview: Sam helps the reader work on her cardio… “helps.”

Characters: SamxReader, Dean being snarky on the side

Word Count: 1,526

Warnings: mild language, tomatoes, running (always a warning), fluffy fluff

A/N: This was written for @pinknerdpanda‘s Birthday Celebration Challenge. The happiest of birthdays to you, my lovely sunflower! My prompt was: I think running is wrong, unless professionally or as a child. I picked this prompt because it resonates within the depths of my soul. Hope you like how all the crazy turned out, Manda ;) (And, as always, special thanks to my letter checkers @wheresthekillswitch & @hannahindie. I would be lost without them.)

“Dean, I’m telling you, a tomato is a fruit.” 

Dean scoffed, “Please. A tomato goes in salad. Salad is rabbit food. Rabbit food is vegetables. It’s a logic circle, Y/N.” He spun his finger in the air to emphasize his geometric statement.

I pushed my mug back and leaned forward on my elbows, “So if it goes in salad, it’s a vegetable? Hands down. No exceptions.”

Dean nodded and took a bite of his scrambled eggs.

“Then explain strawberries in salad. Or, better yet, fruit salad.”

He paused mid chew, took a moment to let my statement sink in, then pointed his fork at me, “Momentary transformation.” 

“So now we have a food identity crisis on our hands?”

“Y/N, I’m telling you-”

“Hey guys.” Sam briskly walked into the kitchen, his entrance stopping Dean from continuing to defend his non-existent correlation.

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honestly i have sensory overload issues bc of my adhd but when it comes to sounds i don’t mind loudness or a lot of noises at once, but i absolutely cannot stand repetitive noises that go on for periods of time, especially if they’re erratic

car alarms and the computer at my work beeping repeatedly stress me out so badly but when my coworkers don’t have their phones on silent and im hearing random dings every few seconds/minutes i want to throw their phone out the fucking window

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Chibs @localkillla (again hope you enjoy smut!) 

118) When was the last time we ___

136) Did you enjoy yourself last night?

Chibs’ POV

I had been on a run for a whole month, a whole fucking month! I was just itching to be home with you, my old lady. I saw the charming sign and speed up, not caring if any cops were around. I just wanted to be home. I pulled into our driveway not even five minutes later and jumped off my bike. I pulled my helmet off and ran inside. I got my keys out and opened the door.

“Love! Y/N!” I called out. You didn’t answer but I could hear music blasting upstairs. I smiled and went upstairs to our room. The door was open and I could hear the water running from the shower and hear you singing along to the music. I walked into our room and leaned against the bathroom doorway and listened to you sing.

You had the radio on and you were singing right along to John the Revelator. I quietly stripped my clothes and slid in the shower behind you. You jumped as I wrapped my arms around you but settled in my arms as you turned to see me. I chuckled and buried my face in your neck. I started kissing your neck and pulled you closer to me by your ass.

“Mmmm when was the last time we touched?” I groaned and smacked your ass.

“Mmmm too long ago Chibs.” You moaned as I pushed you into the wall of the shower. I pressed my erection into you and you pulled me into a kiss. I groaned and gripped the underside of your thighs and lifted you up so your legs were wrapped around me. You let out a whimper as I teased your entrance.

“Ya want me, love?” I whispered against your lips. You nodded.

“God yes. Don’t leave me again please Chibs.” You begged.

“Not for that long, lass. Never again for that long.” I agreed. You smiled and bit my lower lip which caused me to growl and slam into you. We both let out moans as I filled you. I shifted us slightly so I it was more comfortable for both of us before I started thrusting in and out of you. Each thrust pushed you into the shower wall but you didn’t mind as your moans rang out louder then the radio was playing.

I kissed your neck and you leaned your head back so I had better access. I started to suck hard on spots. My hands roughly grabbed your ass and used it to thrust deeper and harder into you. I groaned against your skin as I felt myself getting closer. I could tell you were too by the fact that your moans were more likes gasps and your nails were digging into my shoulders. Which added a nice dose of pain to the pleasure I was feeling. You came undone first which set me over the edge. I bit down hard as I came deep inside of you.

After we caught our breaths, I let you down and helped rinse both you and myself off. After we got out of the shower, you pressed your naked body against mine and round two began. We spent the rest of the night just fucking in different spots in the house which finally ended in our bed.

I woke up the next morning with you wrapped up in my arms and your head buried underneath my chin. I smiled and kissed the top of your head softly. You moved slightly and looked up at me with sleep filled eyes.

“Mornin, Love. Did ya enjoy yourself last night?” I asked as I brushed some hair away from your face.

“Mhm…” You mumbled, still half asleep. I chuckled a decided to let you sleep for a while longer. I started humming a lullaby to you and soon you were fast asleep in my arms again. I cuddled closer to you and soon drifted back to sleep myself while holding on to the most precious thing in my life.

~@dolphingoddess81​ hope you feel better waking up to this. @ineedthesons~

Neighbours: Part Thirteen

The Game

Part One | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen Part Fourteen |


We stay cuddled close for a few minutes, until the calming glow of sex wears off and the hay begins to irritate my skin. I climb off gingerly to find my step-in and Tommy’s undergarments, throwing them to him, before fishing in his jacket for the cigarettes I know are in there.

“You kicking me out?” he says with a smirk, although his eyes don’t seem to appreciate his little joke.

“No, of course not,” I reply gently, laying myself next to him on my stomach and propping myself up on my elbows. “So, you ever had sex in an Earl’s stables before?” I ask with a smile, lighting him a cig before taking one for myself.

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Calum Imagine #6: Bathtub Fun *SMUT*

Sighing, I grabbed my shoes and threw them to the ground as soon as I walked through the door of my house. I sluggishly made my way to the couch and closed my eyes as I awaited for my beloved boyfriend to arrive. After what seemed like hours, Calum greeted me with a loving kiss on the forehead.

“Hello, m’love! How was your day today?” He smiled.

I rubbed my head. “Honestly, it could have been a lot better. I don’t really want to discuss it right now, though. I need to relax a bit. I’ll go make dinner…what would you like?”

Calum quickly stood up. “No, baby! You have had a long day. Just lay down and I will make dinner for you. Take a little nap if you need to.”

Grateful, I kissed Calum on the lips. “You’re so sweet, Cal! I love you.”

Calum grabbed the closest blanket and had laid me down on the couch so he could tuck me in. I could feel my eyes growing heavier by the second until finally, I was fast asleep.

However, Calum woke me up to a wonderful dinner. He had made my favorite dinner of all time, which was wonderful, considering the day I had just been through. Once we finished the meal, Calum took me by surprise and picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and set me down on the edge of the bathtub, which he had filled while I was sleeping.

“Here, darling. I made you a nice, warm bath to help you relax.” Calum said sweetly.

I quickly undressed myself and dipped in the bath. “Calum? Can you join me please?”

Calum looked surprised, but he didn’t hesitate to fulfill my request. He happily slipped in the bathtub behind me and began massaging my inner thighs. I rested my head against his strong shoulders and closed my eyes, enjoying the peacefulness.

“Mmmm, baby?” Calum said, embarrassed. “We have an issue.”

It was at that moment that I felt something hard against the bottom of my back. I looked over my shoulder to see a very happy Calum squirming around to hide his “problem” that he had mentioned earlier. 

I laughed and kissed Calum, letting him know he shouldn’t be embarrassed about that. “You’re so cute.” I said as I grabbed his cock and began rubbing it.

Calum threw his head back. “Baby, please. Don’t tease me. I wanted this night to be about you! You need to have a relaxing night.”

Giggling, I put my head under the water and licked it a few times, causing him to quietly moan. I lifted my head out of the water and gave him a cheeky grin. “What if this is relaxing to me?”

“Then bring it on, babe.” He smiled.

I grabbed his cock and began playing with it before finally sucking on it for as long as I could hold my breath underwater. As I brought my head above water, I kissed Calum’s chest and went back down. This went on for a couple of minutes before I noticed Calum’s breathing getting heavier and heavier with more moans escaping his lips than ever.

“B-baby, stop. Imana c-cum. Stop it, p-please.” Calum managed to say. Once I gave him one final lick, he calmed down a bit and nodded to me.

I laid back against the edge of the bathtub as he began rubbing my clit slowly, driving me crazy. I grabbed Calum’s hair as he rubbed faster, trying to contain any moans. Calum knew he what he was doing to me, but that only motivated him more. He took one look at me and smiled before heading underwater to lick me. He swirled his tongue up and down my pussy before entering me. His tongue felt so good inside of me that I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I let out a loud moan, begging for more. I could feel Calum smiling against my skin. As he lifted his head out of the water, his hands found their way to my breasts. Not long after massaging them, Calum began sucking on my breasts while he began to finger me. First, he slipped one finger inside of me, pumping in and out lightly. 

“Oh, Calum…” I moaned quietly. Smiling into my breasts, he entered another finger inside of me, causing me to squirm. His fingers went deeper inside of me, barely hitting my g-spot. Each time he would hit it, I would moan and shudder from the excitement. “Yes, baby. Keep going.” I whispered.

Calum slowly slipped a third finger inside of me and released his mouth from my breasts. He put his free arm behind my head and began kissing my mouth. Excited from the situation, I wrapped my arms around his body. Each time he thrust his fingers inside of me, he hit my g-spot harder, which resulted in louder moans from me.

“UGH [Y/N] scream it for me, baby.” Calum whispered in my ear.

I was confused when Calum removed his fingers from inside of me, but I was not too disappointed because he slowly began rubbing my clit. If that wasn’t arousing enough, he dipped his head underwater and entered me with his tongue again. “Calum, baby….oh, don’t stop…” I panted, knowing he couldn’t hear me. He suddenly began rubbing faster which made me writhe in pleasure.

Once he lifted his head up out of the water, he grabbed his cock and looked at me for permission to enter. I gladly nodded and waited for any pain to come. He slowly pushed inside of me, careful not to hurt me too badly. However, when the pain did arrive, I tried my best not to show it. Calum watched me as he began thrusting inside of me, but not long after, his focus was more on his force of pushing into me than my pain level.

“Calum…” I cried, sliding my nails across his back. “Baby, keep going. Please, Cal. I need more, baby. Yes, baby! UGH RIGHT THERE BABY YES!”

Calum began thrusting faster and harder, splashing loads of water out of the tub as he went. “Oh, [Y/N] you’re so fucking tight, baby. You’re so good, though. Yes, darling. Oooooohhhhhh, [Y/N]….” Calum moaned. 

As Calum was pulling out to readjust, I couldn’t help but squirt all over his torso. “Ugh, Calum….baby I’m sorry.” I said breathlessly.

“Don’t be sorry, baby.” He said as he slammed into me again. “I love it when you squirt.” Calum’s hard pounding reached an ultra-fast speed that soon turned into slower, softer thrusts. “I-I’m c-coming, baby. I’m g-gonna cum on your s-stomach.” He stuttered, pulling out of me. I grabbed his length and surprised him by sucking on it. “[Y/N], I-I’m going to c-cum in your mouth if you don’t s-stop.” He barely got that sentence out before I felt a warm liquid fill my mouth. 

“I know! That’s why I finished with a blow job.” I smiled.

Calum kissed me. “Now it’s time for me to finish you, darling.” He sat behind me and managed to fit four fingers inside of me with his left hand while his right hand was rubbing my clit in small circles. His thrusting grew rapid as his rubbing quickened. I laid my head back against his shoulder and moaned with each thrust. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I hit my climax. My back arched and I moaned loudly, savoring each moment.

“Baby, I love you so much.” Calum said once I finished.

“Thank you for a wonderful night, Cal. You truly are the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for!” I stated, kissing his neck.

Calum helped me out of the tub and handed me a pair of my lace bras and panties. “Let’s head to bed, love. I think we both deserve some much-needed rest after that amazing experience!” 

King Of The Poisoned Youth - Chapter ONE

King Of The Poisoned Youth is going to be a series of chapters set in an alternate reality version of Once Upon A Time, focusing on Peter Pan and Captain Hook. It’s told in the point of view of Raven, who is (unbeknownst to her) Hook’s daughter.

Take note that the title might also change.

Plot: Raven has lived her whole life on the Jolly Roger, aiding her father and the crew on their many voyages and expeditions. Hook loves her deeply, and she is the thin tendril that keeps him from spiraling into a bloodthirsty need for revenge on the one who killed her mother. Hook has kept Raven secret from Peter Pan; Pan doesn’t even know she exists, and Hook plans to keep it that way for good reasons. But luck isn’t always on his side. One night during a very bad storm, the Jolly Roger was unknowingly steered into Neverland’s waters. Raven was blown from the ship and she crashed into the raging sea. In the struggle, she nearly drowned. The waters beat her around like a ragdoll so viciously she was knocked unconscious. Fortunately, as fate was to have it, she survived. Her body washed ashore of Neverland overnight. But she awakes with no memories of who she is or where she came from. That’s when Peter Pan finds her, and he figures out pretty quickly who she is. He takes a liking to how defiant, confident, and skilled she seems to be. And in a way to get back at Hook for keeping Raven a secret, he decides to indulge in playing a game, and Raven is his pawn. He never intends to fall in love her though. Surprise! Turns out, Pan is capable of loving someone else other than himself. In his own twisted way. And after Hook comes to Neverland in search of his missing daughter, Pan will do anything to make sure Raven stays his.



CHAPTER ONE

Originally posted by gabedonohoe

I awoke with a start, sucking in a huge gulp of air. Frigid water lapped over ashen skin, slightly pushing and pulling my body back and forth with each roll of waves. I heaved myself onto my side, coughing and retching as salty sea water spurted from my mouth. Panic surged through me and I struggled to sit up. I was in shallow water that was only a few inches deep, and it felt arctic. I coughed, tasting nothing but salt in my parched mouth.

Though a warm breeze washed over me, I was unforgettably cold. A grayish-white sky stretched into the distance, meeting in a straight line with the ocean. The sound of waves crashed over each other against large rocks met my ears.

My head throbbed and I pressed my hand against it, briefly shutting my eyes at the pain. Within a few moments it lessened. I stood, which made me realize how weak I was. I felt drained. My legs shook slightly, I was dizzy—mostly with confusion. My soaked clothes were freezing and sticking tightly to my body, therefore I shivered visibly.

As I splashed to the shore, I noticed how battered and bruised my body really was. I was sore all over and my legs felt as heavy as stones.

Out of the water now, I hurried over the pebbles and onto the sand, hugging my body in a feeble attempt to warm myself. The white sand I was standing on ended about fifty meters from the water, lined by tall, sinister looking trees that faded into darkness.

Where was I? How did I end up here?

I racked my brain for any memories but found nothing.

Raven, I thought suddenly. How random. But that….that was the only thing I could remember about myself. The only thing I could remember at all. Raven. The word echoed in circles inside my throbbing head. My name is Raven.

I didn’t understand how this could be possible. My mind functioned without flaw, trying to calculate my surroundings and predicament. Knowledge flooded my thoughts—well, more like hazy details of the world and how it worked. It all came to me naturally. And yet I didn’t know where I came from, or how I’d ended up lying in the water, or even who my parents were. I couldn’t recall a single damn thing about myself or who I was; just my name. I didn’t even know my last name. All I knew was that I was standing alone on this seemingly-desolate shore, and that my name was Raven.

I slowly eased myself to the ground, hugging my knees to my chest. I was so cold. I looked down at my clothes: I was wearing a black boned corset with strings pulling it together in the front. My white gypsy shirt was ripped along the sleeves as if a giant bear had clawed them. My tight black pants also had a few tears.

I took off my brown leather knee-high boots and dumped water from their soles before putting them back on. I had a belt with a satchel and sheathe—I pulled a dagger from the sheathe and felt along the blade. It was sharp. At least I had a weapon.

That’s when I noticed I was wearing a large, curved, black claw tied to a string around my neck. I held it in my hand, feeling its sharp point. What kind of gigantic animal did this come from? Frustration made me clench my fists. Why couldn’t I remember anything?

I sat there for a while, shivering, trying to remember something. Anything. My mind was blank. I racked my brain until it hurt and still came up with nothing.

Eventually, when my clothes had dried enough to be only damp, I began walking along the shore, looking around. I saw nothing but trees and thick vegetation on one side, and the minacious ocean on the other. For some odd reason I can’t explain, the forest radiated a menacing feel. I wasn’t ready to go in there yet.

I kept going till I found some low, flat rocks that spilled from the sea. I sat on one, relishing in the warmth the surface held. And I put my mind to work. Right now I had hardly any options. I was out in the open, exposed, vulnerable, hungry, parched, cold, bruised, and I couldn’t remember a damn thing about how I ended up here. Were there other people? Was I in danger of being attacked by some kind of lurking predator hidden in the trees? Minutes ticked by as I weighed my options.

Groaning in frustration, I let out a big sigh. If only I could remember! I slowly rose to my feet. What I really needed was water. I decided that’s what I would go after first, before doing or thinking of anything else. Drinkable water.

“And who may you be?”

Startled, I spun around at the voice to see an older boy standing behind me. He stared at me with idle curiosity; yet his gaze held iniquity to them that made my skin prick. A feeling of gloomy darkness seemed to slide like a shadow over me. It vanished in an instant, but it was undeniable. His smile wasn’t friendly. It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.

He was tall and lean, with rich chocolate hair tousled in griminess that promised finesse. His strong arched brows really brought out his eyes—they were deep and catastrophic, a dark green that was the color of the forest. His fair skin made him look devilishly handsome. But there’s a dark energy about him that ebbed and flowed as unpredictably as the waves of the ocean. I could almost feel it. And my gut instinct was screaming he’s extremely dangerous!

I yanked my dagger from its sheath. “Who are you?” I demanded, unable to look away from those eyes—they seemed to be holding me in his piercing gaze even though that was physically impossible.

“I’m Peter,” he said nonchalantly, taking a step closer. “Peter Pan.”

I didn’t reply, but I continued eyeing him. How did he even get so close without me noticing him before? Surely I’d have heard him?

“Sound familiar to you, laddie?” he asked.

“No.”

He narrowed his eyes, lifting his chin, as if not pleased with my answer. “How did you get here?”

“I don’t know.” I flicked my dagger to indicate the sea. “I literally just woke up here on the shore. No memories of anything else.” Immediately I wanted to smack myself. I had just made myself even more vulnerable than before. Why would I just tell this strange, dark boy I had no memories? I’m such a fool!

“Looks like you had a nice swim,” he noted, his gaze travelling up and down my body.

I looked down at my battered, sandy, wet clothes. “Yeah, that’s what it looks like.” I don’t want to look away from him for long, out of fear that he will do something. There is a weird light in his eyes, a way he looks at me, that sets me on edge.

“What’s your name?” he pressed.

“Raven. That’s all I remember: Raven.”

He smiled, cocking an eyebrow. “Raven?” he tested. “I like the sound of that.”

I frowned, unsure of the compliment. “Okay…um, Look, Peter Pan,” I cast a glance at our surroundings. “Where are we? What is this place?”

“Why, it’s Neverland, of course.”

“Neverland,” I repeated, a little too enthusiastically. That sounded familiar, like I’ve heard it before. “Is there a village near?” I could get some answers there. Some food, maybe.

“A village?” Peter Pan scoffed. “No, I’m afraid you won’t find any villages here. Villages mean a kingdom, and a kingdom means a king. We don’t have any kings in Neverland.” He paused, then smirked. “Just me.”

“Oh?” Despite my feelings of weariness, I mocked a bow. “My apologies, your Majesty, I wasn’t aware that I was in the presence of such….royalty.”

Peter Pan rolled his eyes. “And I wasn’t aware I was in the presence of such a dweeb.”

“Fair enough.”

Was he like a leader of some sort? He did seem have an aura of authority. And I just knew that this boy knew a lot about Neverland, everything, maybe. I needed to get information from him.

That’s when I saw he had a sheath around his waist, and it was longer than mine. If he had a weapon, that means there’s something on this island that he needed to defend himself from. This sent dread creeping through me. Was it animals? Or other people? He sure as hell looked as if he knew how to fight.

Peter Pan watched me with one eyebrow raised and his arms crossed, the faintest hint of a smile edging his lips.

“What?” I said wearily.

He shrugged. “What?”

“Is there a way to get off this island?” I pressed.

“Yes,” he answered vaguely. “There’s a way.”

“How?”

“You’ll need my permission.”

“What?” I frowned. “What do you mean?”

His expression suddenly grew sinister and he stepped closer, his dark eyes boring into mine. “No one gets off this island without my permission.”

Anger and defiance washed away my fear. “Who are you to decide if I can leave this island or not?” I retaliated.

Peter Pan suddenly pulled out his knife, which sent panic fluttering through me. I gripped my dagger tightly, raising it in a defensive stance.

“Do you want to find out? Let’s see what you’re capable of, Raven.” Before I could say anything in response, he lunged at me. As I leaped out of the way his blade painfully cut my arm. I had no time to linger in shock at his sudden attack. Furious, I slam my dagger toward him but he blocked it with his wrist hitting mine, and kicked me hard in the stomach. I doubled over, in which he took advantage to kick my rib cage and send me crashing to the ground.

Outraged now, and refusing to be humiliated like this, I nimbly rolled over and pop back up to my feet, bringing my dagger down on him in a slashing motion.

He narrowly avoided it and his knife almost plunged into my side before I instinctively knocked his arm away and kicked him hard in the knee. He fell back but just as he hit the ground his legs swept out and rammed into mine. I stumble backwards. Peter Pan was up on his feet again in an instant. I barely managed to block another blow with my arm and slice my dagger at his torso but it never connected. He vanished into thin air right before my eyes, and my blade cut through nothing.

Bewildered, I looked around wildly. What the hell?! Suddenly, a knife was pressed against my throat, and I could feel him standing behind me. I narrowed my eyes, lowering my weapon in defeat.

“That’s not fair,” I growled. The word magic popped into my mind. This bloody demon had magic. And though it should have surprised me, it didn’t.

“You’re not bad,” Peter Pan noted. His breath was warm on my ear. “I’ve got to say, I’m not disappointed.”

“Are you going to kill me?” I was panting hard, glaring at him as best I could without turning my head. I was defeated and completely at his mercy because he cheated, and that made my blood boil.

To my surprise, Peter Pan’s knife left my neck and he stepped away. “Actually, I’m not,” he said as I turned around to face him, smoldering. “You interest me. I’ve got a game in mind I’d love to play with you, so I can’t have you dead just yet.”

A game? I stared at him, puzzled and dreadful. What in the devil’s name did he mean, a game? I forced myself to repeat, “Yet?”

“Yet,” he confirmed, staring at me with those goddamn intimidating, piercing green eyes.

“So you still plan on killing me, huh? After playing a game with you? Like what, tag?” I scoffed. “After you just attacked me like that? I’m not doing anything with you! You’re crazy, and no help at all.” I pointed my dagger at him to show him I was ready in case he tried anything.

“I can be plenty of help,” Peter Pan assured.

“I just met you and you attack me out of nowhere,” I spat, cupping my hand over the cut on my arm. “I don’t want your help anymore.”

Peter Pan let out a breathy chuckle. “Oh boy, you have a lot to learn about this island.” He arched an eyebrow. “And me.”

“Oh, I’ve learned enough,” I said, throwing it like an insult. “Your name is Peter Pan, you’re ‘king’ of Neverland, you’ve got magic, and you like to attack people with no warning or reason.”

“Are we listing the obvious?” The corner of his mouth quirked up. “Okay, my turn, then. Your name is Raven, you’ve lost your memories, you can fight well, and you’re attractive.”

I opened my mouth for a fiery retort but stopped dead at that last past. Did he really just—

“Oh, and you’re wet,” he added. “Soaked through-and-through. Come to think of it, Raven, I know I’m hot, but that’s a little too much; I mean we just met. Though I’m flattered.”

My mouth fell open and my eyes widened at his wildly inappropriate comment. “I cannot believe—”

“Sh, don’t say that,” he interrupted. “This whole island runs on belief. You’ve got to believe everything, laddie.”

“Wow, you really are crazy,” I hiss.

“That’s one way to put it.” He twirled his knife in his hands and I took a step back, eyeing it warily as he slipped it back into its sheathe. “Call me Pan.”

“I’ll call you narcissistic.”

“And I’ll call you captivating, love.”

Something ringed in my head from what he just said, something I couldn’t put a finger on. I frowned, my mind frothing with frustration. Why did I suddenly feel something, like a little crack to my lost memories?

“What is it, love?” Pan asked, saying ‘love’ with a bit of charm because he thought it annoyed me.

There it was again, that spark of memory, but I couldn’t quite grasp what, and it scuttled away before my mental fingers were even around it. “Nothing,” I said flatly.

Pan was gazing at my dagger, and all the teasing in his face died. “What’s that?” He pointed to the handle.

I moved my hand down it slightly, revealing a skull and crossbones etched into it. “It’s a marking,” I answered in a duh voice.

Something sparked in Pan’s eyes, and he looked at me with furrowed eyebrows and a taut jaw. He seemed to be studying my face now, before his eyes moved down to my clothes, then back to my dagger.

“Is something wrong?” I demanded, uneasy.

His face spread in a smile. It made the hairs on the back of my neck raise. This grin was nothing short of twisted.

“No, nothing at all,” he assured, both eyebrows raised. He turned and scanned the sea, then looked back to me. “Raven, are you thirsty?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Yes,” I replied.

“I can quench your thirst. If you want.”

I stared at him, knowing there was a hidden innuendo meaning to it. “With water,” I said. “Then go for it.”

Pan faced the trees, pointing with an outstretched arm. “Head northwest into the jungle, just keep going straight, and you’ll find a river within a couple miles.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth? I can’t trust you.” I said.

“I guess you’ve got no choice.” Pan flashed a grin at me.

I uneasily walk toward the trees, to desperate for freshwater to give myself time to poke around and try to find out more. “If this is a trap, Pan, I swear on the devil I’ll—” I turned back around and stopped myself, realizing he was gone. Nowhere in sight, without even leaving a trail. Where did he go? Why did he just disappear? And why was he helping me?

More questions added to the list of things I had no answer too. I looked up at the sun. I had a couple hours until dark. I best start my trek so I’d make it to the river before nightfall.

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With my dagger in hand, I entered the jungle. The trees swallowed me up more and more until I could barely see the ocean between the trunks. My eyes were met with every shade of green imaginable. Broad, glossy leaves hovered over and around me, dotted with brightly-colored, large flowers. But just as unmistakable as the beauty here is the feeling of danger so thick it stirs the air. 

I stood still for a while, listening to the muffled sounds in this vast jungle. I was on edge.

Then I started my trek. I found myself cutting my way through the dense, suffocating undergrowth, fighting through the very air, which hung heavy, moist and still. Trees so tall I couldn’t see where they ended surrounded me, and a strange green light shimmered through the vast canopy of leaves. This jungle seemed to have an intelligence of it’s own. It was an assault on all senses. The virescent hues were the foreground, the background, and as high up as I could see. The heat and humidity pressed in on my skin, making sweat pointless. The sounds of the insects, the birds, and the larger animals, created a symphony of nature calling me deeper. The leaves brushed up against me, some soft, some rough. The air tasted both sweet and fresh, like flowers blooming on my tongue.

I became lost to my thoughts. Was I stupid to trust a boy who attacked me? Who had a dark energy about him that set me on edge? Yes, I am stupid. Very stupid. But I also felt like I had no choice. Maybe after getting some water I would think more clearly.

But for now I knew one thing for sure: I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but something about Pan wasn’t right. Wasn’t normal. Wasn’t….safe.