Bad Match Pt.4/?

Series Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words Count: 3088

Warnings: angst, self-loathing feelings, use of guns, slow burn.

A/N: Ok, I think we can establish by now that this is going to be a slow burn. Next chapter will probably be from Bucky’s POV, let’s see what’s going on in that beautiful little mind.  English is not my first language, so you’ll find grammar mistakes and nonsenses. Oh, and I’m sorry to any professional snipers reading this story, Google helps but, you know…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6


You pressed the button to call the elevator with a ridiculous grin on your face. If someone would have ever told you in the past that Sam Wilson would ask you out someday, you probably would have choked on your laugh. But that was exactly what had just happened. Maybe you weren’t that bad and unlikeable after all. That encounter with Sam had worked like a huge brick on your self-esteem reconstruction.

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Three years have passed

A/N: I’m sorry for the delayed but here I leave more Gajevy drama for all of you. Special thanks to @ranunculus-fox for helping me. BTW. I think I should change the genres of this fanfic XD Which ones would you think it will suit more the fic? Also, Sorry if I make Makarov a little out of character.
 Fairy Tail

Couple: Gajevy

Rated: T

Status: On going

Summary : Tired of being “the damsel in distress”, Levy left the guild without telling anyone except Master Makarov. She spent three years far away from Magnolia learning new spells to improve her skills. But finally, is time to return home. What’s that strange magic she learned? 

Chapter One:

Chapter Two:

Chapter Three:

Chapter Four:

Chapter Five:

Chapter Six: Some pieces of the puzzle

The kiss was delicate, but brought warm feelings to both of them. Levy’s soft and warm lips responded to Gajeel’s actions. He didn’t know what exactly happened and why he acted that way but he was sure that he tasted a salty tear in her lips. This new feeling made Gajeel feel different. Why are we doin’ this? Gajeel thought as he opened partially his eyes and saw every little detail in her face. Her eyes were shut and some trails of tears were visible in her delicate skin. He admired every detailed and closed his eyes again. Gajeel held Levy by the shoulder and deepened the kiss.

Levy groaned and pulled apart abruptly. “I-I’m so sorry. I-We shouldn’t…” She got up of the couch but stopped in her tracks. She looked down and noticed that Gajeel was holding her left arm.

“Where ya’ think you’re going?” He looked at her intensely.

Levy looked away and said. “It’s not your obligation to help me Gajeel…” She sighed. “You don’t have to feel sorry for me.”

Gajeel tilt his head to the right and looked at her confused. “What the hell are ya’ babblin’ about?”

Levy looked directly to his crimson red eyes. “You don’t have to do any of this.”

“What exactly?”

“I know what are you doing, Gajeel.” She released her arm from his grip. “You don’t have to pretend you have feelings for me.”

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anonymous asked:

Could I please have MC in a coma angst with Jumin? With extra tears on top. :D

Thorns Part 1 

Rated: Angst

Summary: It’s been a year since the RFA party. MC and Jumin’s relationship was rocky because some demons were coming out. That didn't stop the couple from continuing to fight for internal happiness. Jumin made the biggest business deal ever in the history of the C&R International Company, so of course, a party must be done to celebrate his achievement. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

That’s all I ever heard every time I visited her. I don’t even have the privilege to hear her beautiful voice. I can’t even see her eyes… the eyes that once reassured me that everything was going to be okay… the eyes that gave me life. Ever since she came into my home, wondering if I was okay, her eyes intoxicated me. She was like a magnetic pull forcing me to look deep within them so she just can analyze my soul.

I looked around me and saw all the balloons and flowers that people have brought her. There is a LOL balloon with a sticky note saying get better. Get better pfft. So naive to actually believe simple words can bring someone back to life. The only thing words can do is destroy.

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anonymous asked:

Tell him why you want him to come back, Virgil. He's fighting coming back, but he's still listening.

If you were telling the truth, I… Thomas, you know that I like you too right? Or at least I think I do? I don’t know, everything’s a mess right now, I just know that when I look at you it feels like my heart is beating really fast and… just please come back.

Winchester Brothers- Here to help

Title: Here to help

Pairings: Winchester brother x sister reader

Word count:1092

Request: Hi! Would you be willing to maybe write a oneshot where the reader is dating one of the boys and she had a stutter years ago that she overcame but now it’s come back and the boys help her practice difficult words or phrases and keep trying even when she gets mad at herself about it. Please and thank you! As someone who stutters a lot, it would make me very happy..but it’s okay if you don’t want to do it.

A/N: I thought I’d switch it up to sister cause then both of the brothers could help and it could be all fluffyyy cause you guys know how much I love fluff! I hope that’s okay with the requester. 

Warnings: The only one is that I know some people are uncomfortable and cringe at pet names (baby, baby girl, sweetie) so don’t read if don’t like that. 

You had always had a problem with your speech, your father wasn’t exactly one for understanding. You had suffered with stutters, your brothers had never heard it or even know that you had a stutter. It had came around the time that Sam had gone to collage and Dean was away on his own hunt for around a week. As soon as your father heard the slightest bit of your stutter, he yelled at you telling you that you wouldn’t be very scary with a stutter and would only be an easy target. He had taught you how to control it and it had gone,at least you thought it did. 

Your dad was gone now, and you were in the motel with your two older brothers. You turned to Dean wanting to ask him a question when nothing came out of your mouth. Luckily neither noticed until you could finally speak up. 

“D-Dean, C-ca-” You cut yourself off as Sam looked up, looking at you questioningly. His brows knitted together in confusion as you felt your cheeks light up crimson. You coughed, clearing you throat as you tried to start your sentence again. Sam was still watching you wearily as dean had thought you just stumbled over your sentence. 

“I-I W-Wa-was T-th” You sighed in frustration as you felt your cheeks light up even more. Dean finally catching on, looked up at you with the same confused expression. 

“(Y/n) do you have a stutter?” Sam asked his voice kind and soft. 

“N-no” You lied trying to cover it up but failed immediately. Sam’s eyes softened as he stood up and walked over to you. He knelt down as he took your smaller hands in his large ones. 

“Hey’s it okay, (y/n). We’re your brothers, you don’t have to be ashamed” Sam coo’d. You looked down still embarrassed. 

“Yeah (n/n), we’ll help you okay?” Dean reassured smiling just as softly as Sam did. 

“Why didn’t you tell us anyway?’‘Dean asked. You didn’t say anything as you felt your eye’s well up. You had disappointed your dad again. You were weak. 

’'Hey, hey, it’s okay baby” Sam whispered immediately pulling you into his long arms and into his chest. Your head fell on his broad shoulder as he rubbed your back, being able to span your back one handed since you were so small and he was so tall.

“(y/n), hey sweetie, why are you crying?” Dean asked confused but gently. You pulled away from Sam slightly as you sniffled looking down. 

“ D-dad T-told m-me that I-I w-wasn’t all-l-owed t-to S-st-stutt-er” You sniffled as Sam’s face twisted into a fuming expression. 

“That’s stupid (y/n), no one can help a stutter” He stated as he brushed your hair out of your face. You nodded.

“W-will y-you he-elp m-me” You asked looking at your older brothers. 

“Yeah, of course we will, but (n/n) if you stutter that’s not a problem” Dean smiled. 



’’S-sam-my. Ughhh!” You cried out gripping your hair as you heard a soft sigh. Dean’s hands removed your’s from your locks as he petted your head lightly. 

“It’s okay, we’ll keep trying okay?” He added. You nodded as he tried again.



’'Getting better, well done” Dean grinned high fiving you. Deciding to call it a days work, Dean headed off to the pub making sure you were safely nessled into bed before he headed out and telling Sam to keep an eye on you. You knew Dean wouldn’t be back tonight since he was most likely to pick up a girl. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from Sam’s laptop as brightness flooded from the screen and lightly across the room. Sam knew you couldn’t sleep with the light on so he turned it off for you. Tossing and turning as the sheets tangled around your small frame, you climbed slowly out of bed you made your way over to you older brother sam and climbed into his lap. He didn’t look away from the screen as he wrapped his muscular arm around your small body, pulling you into his chest. 

“Why aren’t you in bed?” He asked as he glanced between you and the screen. 

“I-it’s T-to Ha-hard S-sammy” You sighed nessling your head into the crook of his neck. He pulled you back a bit as he put his full attention on you. 

“Hey, it’s okay. You can do this baby, I know you can. It’s going to take time and a lot of practice, but your already doing so well, and I’ve seen what you can do Baby girl, Dean has too, and we know- if you don’t give up, you can do this” He encouraged as you nodded. He picked you up walking over to the beds as he layed you down gently before pulling the covers up to your chin. Leaning down, he pecked your forehead before whispering a good night. You knew some people would be creeped out or find it strange by the pet names and affection you got from your brothers, but with what your lives were based around, you were as close as ever and tried to spend as much time with each other before anything happened. And with the dim light from Sam’s laptop screen and the feeling of safety that you brother was only a call away, you fell into a peaceful slumber.


Both of your brothers and sometimes Castiel whenever he came around, would help you with your speech. You were doing the dishes when you saw something shiny out of the corner of your eye. Deciding you shouldn’t touch it you decided to get one of your brothers. 

“Dean?!” You called quietly, your eye’s widening when you realized you said his name perfectly. You rushed out jumping on the first person you saw, which happened to be Castiel. He let out an 'Umph’ as he gripped your under arms and held you high in the air with a confused face to see what was going on. “I can speak again Cas!” you cried out happily as he nodded smiling, now understanding. Two figures came in the room, you run up to your over grown brother. You literally leaped into his arms as he stumbled slightly before holding you up. “Sammy I did it!’' 

’'Awh, well done baby, I knew you would” Sam chuckled as you jumped down and bounced over to dean. Dean started to mimic you as he jumped up and down. 

“See, nothing to worry about”

Swim the Fly (Luke Hemmings)

Originally posted by 2k15luke

requested: sorta yes

summary: being on the swim team was one of your favourite things (minus the high pressure) but you especially enjoy the sight of toned shirtless guys who wrap their arms around you to help you out a bit


The pool was basically where you lived. You always seemed to be at the pool. Some would say that it had its perks, and honestly you agreed. Being on the swim steam was something you loved, you’d been swimming ever since you could remember. Also, it was like being on a sports team minus all the clothes. That meant you got to check out all the guys. And seriously, a swimmers body was so damn nice to look at.

Your friends liked to come to your competitions, and sometimes even your practice just to check out the guys. There was one guy in particular that you liked to stare at. Luke had been in the swim team for as long as you had. You know how people use that term to describe a certain body type? The “swimmers body”. Yeah, that would be the perfect way to describe Luke. He had shoulders so so broad, and his back looked perfect to press kisses all over and drag your nails down. And his chest wasn’t really what you’d called toned, but you wanted to suck hickies all the way from the top of his neck to his happy trail that disappeared underneath his swim trunks.

You knew you had it bad. Some would call it lust, and so did you at first because you were in denial over your small obsession with him. You had harboured a big crush on him, you could barely look at him without feeling a blush warm our cheeks. It was all admiring from afar, never really speaking to each other and simply you looking away as fast as you could before he could catch you staring at him.

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Those Birthday Blues

Summary: After being let down by everyone else for his birthday dinner, Dan is downheartened but Phil is determined to cheer him up and make it a birthday to remember.

Genre: (Birthday) fluff, teenage!phan

Warnings: Occasional taboo

Word Count: 2.2k

(It sounds sad but the title doesn’t reflect it, it’s super fluffy and ends happily!)

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Protection - Calum Hood Smut.

Word count: 3684
Requested? No.

I honestly had wayyyy too much fun writing this at 3:00 am while my best friend was sleeping and I let her read it and she loved it even though her fave is Ashton & she told me to post it. Sooo ;))) Hereaaaaaa
You were fuming. The schools most popular fuck boy had just assaulted you in front of everyone in the hall, telling you he wouldn’t let go until he had you in a bathroom stall screaming his name.

The very thought of him groping your ass and boobs and whispering unwanted slurs in your ear disgusted you to the fullest, and you knew just where to get him back.

Your cousin, Michael, sat at his usual lunch table with his other 3 friends Calum, Ashton, and Luke.

He spotted you from across the cafeteria and instantly took notice of your face, as did everyone else.

“You,” you began as you slammed both palms on the table and leaned forward, “Need to control your jackass friend. Because the next time he touches me he’s going to be at the hospital.” You threatened. Michael stood up and creased his eye brows. His height doubled yours and you had to strain your neck to look at him across you. “What are you talking about?”

Michael and his group was known as the schools Bad Boys. The boys were jealous of them and the girls drooled. They were also the star players of your schools soccer team, as was the bastard, Brandon, that just assaulted you. “Brandon. No one likes being sexually assaulted, Michael. The next time —”

“He did what?” Michael gritted his teeth and his gaze clouded over.

Michael was always more than just cousin, more like a brother ever since your dad walked out on you 4 years ago when you were 14 and everyone knew not to mess with you or they would get him instead. “Did I stutter? I said he assaulted me in front of fucking everyone. He’s your friend. Get him under control.” You snapped. Michael glanced over at Luke and Calum, “You heard the lady. Do what she says.” He smiled almost satanic-like and watched as the boys pulled their phones out before looking back at you, “We’ll take care of it.”

“Good.” You huffed. You gathered your thoughts and put a bright smile on your face. You glanced at Calum who stared at you protectively, choosing to ignore the bubbly feeling in your stomach.

You blinked before strutting your way out of the cafeteria and making your way to the next class.


It didn’t take rocket science to know that Michael skipped the rest of the day. To do what? You really didn’t know.

A text from him had you snapped into reality and you hid your phone under the table to look at it.

He told you to come to the soccer field as soon as possible. Luckily, this was your least favorite class and you would do anything to get out of it. “Uhm, Mrs. Feldman, can I go to the nurse? I’m not feeling well.” You said as you raised your hand. “I suppose. Let me right you a hall pass.”

You nodded and gathered your belongings and grabbed the note she’d placed for you at the corner of her desk. “You’ll have to finish chapters six and seven tonight, understood?” She explained as She dipped her head forward to see you over her bifocals. “Yes ma'am.” And with that, you left.

It didn’t take long for you to get to the soccer field where the boys stood patiently. “What is it?” You snapped once you’d become within ear shot. “We took care of your problem. All thats waiting now is his apology to you.” Michael smiled. “Okay?” You questioned obviously annoyed. Mike sighed before grabbing your elbow and leading you to a sports gear shed. “I’m not into sports.” You mumbled.

“Oh trust me, we know. We’re not here for that, though.” Michael teased as he yanked open the rusted door that held all the school sports equipment inside.

In a corner a very bored looking Brandon sat patiently. His mouth, hands, and legs were bound with duct tape and he was slouched over. “Do you guys really think I want to see this asshole right now?” You hissed.

They ignored your remark and pulled him up so he was sitting on a chair. Michael bent down to his level and smirked at him.

Brandon’s gaze flickered from his to yours and widened in fear and anger.

“So I hear you sexually assaulted my cousin?” Michael mentioned as he leaped onto a near-by table.

Brandon chuckled, causing Michael flick his head towards Calum signaling for him to land a solid punch to his gut. Brandon whimpered in pain and I flinched at how hard Calums fist came in contact to his skin. “Take off the tape on his mouth.” Michael spat.

Luke tore it off quickly, chuckling at the squeal Brandon made. “If you can’t handle a little tape, what makes you think you could handle Y/n?” He smirked.

You watched as Brandon smiled, “She’s hot man. You especially understand.” He looked up at Calum who just laughed, “You really don’t know how to stop, do you?”

Calum threw another punch to his jaw before gripping the fabric around Brandons shoulders in both hands. “You’re full of shit, Brandon. I’m captain of the soccer team and I could easily have you thrown off. I hear that next game scouts were going to be there. How sad would it have to be if I had to explain to them you couldn’t make it because you sexually assaulted a girl and got expelled? Bye bye scholarship.” He threatened. He slammed Brandon back into the chair and approached you. He gripped your wrist gently and tugged you forward until you stood in front of him.

“Look man, I just wanted a quick fuck. I mean look at her. She’s hot and untouchable, all the more exciting. And every other guy in their right mind feels exactly the same.” He said as he examined your body.

You were disgusted and wanted nothing more than to get out of there.

Is that all people viewed you as? Just some toy to play around with until they get bored even though you were definitely not one to sleep around?

You were hurt and you wanted nothing more than to kill Brandon, but when you lunged for him an arm hooked around your waist and you were pulled against a chest. “Just wait, princess. He’ll get whats coming to him.” He whispered in your ear. He didn’t bother removing his arm from your waist and you didn’t mind at all. It was relaxing.

You closed your eyes and took several deep breaths before nodding with a huff, “Fine.”

You could feel Calum smile before reluctantly removing his arm away from you. Now it was Michaels turn.

He’d hopped off the table and stomped up to Brandon with anger burning in his gaze. He didn’t say anything and punched Brandon so hard his chair knocked over in front of you. Michael firmly gripped the chair in his hands and tossed it else where in the room. “Listen up.” He spat with a dangerously low voice. “I want you to beg for her forgiveness. The longer you refrain from doing so, the more kicks you receive, got it?” Michael explained. Brandon lightly nodded as if not really caring.

“Well?” Michael said expectantly and crossed his arms over his chest. When Brandon didn’t speak he cocked his leg back and sent it flying as if it was a soccer game and he wanted the ball to fly from one end of the field to the other. A loud grunt left Brandon’s mouth and he gritted his teeth. Luke and Ashton soon joined in and soon everyone but Calum and you were having at Brandon. “O-okay!” He’d yelped once Michael kicked him in the face. “Y/n I’m sorry!”

Calum gritted his teeth and sneered at Brandons pathetic sight, “You assaulted her in front of everyone. and all she gets is a sorry? I think you just kissed that scholarship bye.”

“No! I’m really sorry. I’m sorry for humiliating you and touching you even after you told me to stop. I’m sorry for saying those things—”

“What did he say?” Calum snapped.

“Calum its not important.”

“Damn right it is. What the fuck did he say?”

You sighed in defeat and placed your weight onto one hip. “He told me he wouldn’t let me go until we were in a bathroom stall and I was screaming his name. Then I kicked him in the balls.” You mumbled. Calum tried approaching him, but this time it was you who stopped him. “He’s not worth your efforts, Calum. He won’t change even after today. He has a pretty face but an ugly personality and that’ll get him nowhere. Go ahead and see to it that he gets kicked off the team because he doesn’t mean this apology. He just wants to keep his reputation and get scouted.” You sighed almost inaudibly as you placed your small hand on Calums large bicep gently tugged him to look at you. “Are you sure?” He questioned. His gaze softened and he examined your eyes. “Yeah. Don’t waste your time on this anymore.”

Calum smiled slightly; His only sweet spot being for you.

Naturally you and the boys were close. Michael was always inviting you to hang out with them on the weekends and even though you were always seen socializing with Michael, you were almost never seen with any of his posse who you’d come to really enjoy as they had come to enjoy you when the weekend came.

“You heard the lady. Lets end this.” Mikey said as he approached you. “Do you want us to let him go or..?” He asked when suddenly an idea dawned on you. “Actually, no. Keep him here. You guys go. But Calum, you stay. Thanks for your help.” You smiled innocently as the boys passed you for the door. “Remember, if you need me just call.” Mikey ensured before kissing the top of your head and heading for the door.

You waited a few minutes before speaking. “Calum put him back in the chair.” You instructed. Calum did as told with a confused expression written over his features. “Good. Now find a way to lock the door.”

He nodded and picked up another foldable chair and placed it under the door knob. He then pulled you to the side, “What are we doing?”

You just smiled, “Just go along with it, okay? He wanted to see me naked, hot and sweaty and to hear me scream,” the remark made Calum gulp and take a breath, “So why not give him what he wants?” You smirked before pulling him so you two were in view of Brandon. “What… What are you going to do?” He stuttered.

You didn’t answer and bent over a bit. “You wanted some sex, right?”

Brandon nodded and widened his eyes. “Good. Because I’ll let you watch. Just know that you can’t touch me or yourself. I guess I’m not yours to have sex with after all, and the girl you wanted to have sex with will never do it with you and you have to sit and watch as she has sex with someone else.”

Calum looked over at you with an astonished expression. He couldn’t quite tell if he was excited or bothered by the fact someone like Brandon would be watching you two have sex, but he definitely thought it was hot as hell to have anyone watch in the first place.

Before you even knew it, Calum was kissing you in a way no one had ever kissed you before. It wasn’t a ‘I just want a fuck’ kiss, It was much more than that and the usual butterflies you got when you were with him had returned.

His hand moved under your button up shirt and he gently pressed his thumbs into the skin of your hips. His tongue protruded your lips and you fought for dominance, to which you won proudly.

He smirked into the kiss and backed you up so you were sitting on the table Michael previously sat on.
Your legs wrapped around his waist and you pulled him closer to your body. Calum’s hard-on pressed against your already wet core and you let out a tiny whimper, causing Calum to grind a bit and move his lips from yours to your neck and collarbones, being sure to cover them in deep purple marks. He started unbuttoning your shirt from the bottom and you removed your hands from his neck to unbutton your buttons at the top and meet him half way. You hastily shrugged it off your shoulders and pressed your chest against his.

“Damn, Y/n…” He whispered in your ear before taking the lobe between his teeth. You peeked an eye open and suppressed a giggle when you saw Brandon sitting there with a very focused look on you two.

You ran a hand down Calum’s chest and massaged his boner through his pants teasingly, making his bucks his hips into your hand impatiently.

You unbuttoned his jeans and dipped your hand into the hem of his skinny jeans. “Dammit, Y/n.” He snapped as he yanked them to his ankles. You stifled a gasp at the size of Calums imprint against his boxers and he smirked, “Like what you see?”

He connected his lips back to yours and unhooked your bra, throwing it else where with your shirt. Your hands gripped the hem of his shirt and you hurriedly pulled it over his head, “Off.” You whispered mostly to yourself.

He suddenly took a pert nipple in between his teeth and nibbled gently. His tongue flicked against it causing you to gasp and tug on his brown locks gently. “Mm… Calum…” You breathed as breathy sighs left your lips. He switched breasts, repeating his same actions. His hands pulled on your shorts impatiently and before you knew it they were off with your underwear. “Oh shit.” He panted once he pulled away from your breasts. “Like what you see?” You giggled as you quoted him from earlier. “Fuck yes.” He admitted to your surprise.

He hungrily connected your lips back together and suddenly you didn’t have anything in control anymore. Your mind buzzed and everything was spinning and it seemed like you were the only two people in the room.

“Damn, do you know what you’ve done to me?” Calum hissed against your lips. He rubbed your soaking pussy with two fingers teasingly before slipping them into your entrance until he reached the brim. “Oh god Calum.” You moaned. He pumped in and out at a steady rate before speeding up his pace. “Oh shit Calum that feels goo- Ah!” Calum curled his fingers up a bit and applied a bit of force to your clit. “Fuck right there, Calum!” You screeched and arched your back. “Shh baby girl. We don’t want to get caught.” He chuckled. You ignored him and let out another loud moan when he hit that spot again. “C-Cal I’m gonna cum!” You yelled over your own moans. “Go ahead princess. Cum for me.” He smirked at the sight of you writhing under him. His fingers alone were without a doubt the best you ever felt during your sex life. And you hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet.

“Scream my name baby. Let everyone know who is making you feel this good.” He cooed. He slammed his fingers in one more time, causing your walls to clench around his fingers and your juices coax his hand. “Calum!” You nearly screamed.

He pulled away with a satisfied smile and you panted heavily at the force of your orgasm. You took his hand and placed the two fingers he’d used to finger you in your mouth and sucked your own juices off his fingers whilst looking him in the eye. “Fuck that was hot.” He cursed under his breath.

“Fuck me Calum. I really fucking need you right now.” You batted your lashes and looked up at him as his expression turned.

It was no longer a needy stare, but a lustful gaze that had you shivering.

He quickly let his boxers pool at his feet with his skinny jeans and entered you swiftly. “Oh shit.” He grunted once he’d pushed into you so far he couldn’t go any further. He pulled out to the very tip and forcefully slammed back into you with full force.

Your legs hooked back around his waist and he held your thighs while your hands tangled back in his hair and you bare chest was pulled against his.

“Oh shit… Yes Calum.” You panted. Calum sped up his movements and gripped your thighs tightly. “You feel so good, Y/n. So. Fucking. Good.” With each word, his thrusts got more intense and erotic. You nodded in agreement and raked your nails down his back causing him to groan. “Fuck fuck fuck Calum, I’m going to cum again.” You warned again. “Wait baby-girl.” He demanded.

The feeling of someone watching you made you open your eyes to see Brandon sitting in his same position and practically drooling at the sight of you and Calum. The boner pressed against his shorts was evident; barley. For a boy with a big confidence, he doesn’t have a big dick.

“Shit Calum I do…n’t think I can w-wait anymore.”

“I’m almost there princess. Wait for me. I wan’t to cum with you.”

You were still sensitive from your first orgasm and didn’t think you could hold on much longer. “C-Calum.” You moaned loudly. His lips attached to yours hungrily and any moans you had left were swallowed. “Oh shit Calum. I-I really Can’t…” You choked on your words and the rest of your sentence became inaudible. “Cum for me princess.” Calum whispered against your lips. You let go of the huge ball of tension you’d been holding and felt your orgasm shoot through your body with a scream of Calums name. Your walls clenched around Calum, sending him over edge. He let out a large groan with your name tumbling from his plump lips desperately as he shot his warm seed into you and rode out your highs.

He pulled out after a moment of catching your breath and looked at you with a cocky grin.

The awkward clearing of a throat interrupted his relaxed face and it hardened again. He took his time in pulling on his clothes and handed you yours from on the ground. Calum stalked towards Brandon with a devious smirk. “You repeat anything you saw today to anyone, I’ll personally come kick your ass and make your high school life a living hell.” He warned. “Because after all, if any of the authorities find out what just happened or the beating you earned earlier, their gonna need a reason for it all, right? And then you would have just ratted yourself out.” Brandon nodded quickly and Calum took his pocket knife and cut him loose. “Get out of here.” He spat as he threw the knife somewhere in the room. Brandon didn’t hesitate to wobble out of the shed as quick as possible, leaving only you and Calum.

He turned to face you and his features softened up again. A grin etched onto your features as you slid on your flannel and buttoned it up slowly, allowing Calum to savor the last of the skin he’d most likely never see again.

“Uh, Y/n?” He started quietly. Your threw your hair up in a loose ponytail to expose the various deep purple hickies placed on your neck. “What is it?” You said as you hopped down from the table and wobbled a bit, your knees still being weak from your 2nd orgasm.

“Shit I’m not even going to sugarcoat it. That was fucking incredible and I have been waiting to do that to you for so long.” He admitted. Your smile faltered and you sighed. “So is it true, then?”

“Is what true?”

“About what Brandon said. Am I just a quick fuck? Someone to be viewed as a toy? Calum lets be honest. If this would’ve never happened then I never would have initiated having sex with anyone and we’d be acting normal. But I wanted payback in my own way. Is it seriously all that I’m good for?” You couldn’t help but look down at your feet and clench your fists together. Calum approached you and cupped your cheeks in both if his hands. “Oh god Princess no. You’re so much more. Brandon is a dick and thats how he views every girl.”

“But he said—”

“No! Dont ever feel like all your good for is a quick fuck, because what we just did was not fuck. It was so much more. It doesn’t matter that someone was watching or that we weren’t classy and did it on a bed. It was me and you and no one else and fucking is far from what we did.” He reassured. You nodded and a happy feeling filled your body. You smiled up at Calum and hooked your hands around his wrists that still cupped your cheeks gently.

“Shit, Y/n. After today you might as well be my girl friend because thats what I’m claiming you as anyway. No one is allowed to touch you like Brandon did and I want people to know that you’re mine and no one elses. People need to know that you are untouchable and it’s going to reinforced if you become my girlfriend, because damn, no one will ever be able to touch you the way I will and even if they feel like they should try I won’t let them.” He ranted and pressed his forehead against yours. “I’d probably break his god damn fingers.” He mumbled mostly to himself and You giggled.

You nodded before kissing Calums plump lips sensually and slowly before pulling back with a huge grin spread on your face.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend, Cal.”

I’m sorry if I can’t whisper your name without 
stuttering because it’s one of the most
b-b-beau-beautiful name that ever went
through my chapped lips.

I’m sorry if I can’t contain my happiness with
the sight of pale pink roses because ever
since I was six, people always tell me that I
don’t deserve beautiful things.

I’m sorry if I cry far too often with things
people usually shrug off because when I was
ten, I learned how to bleed inside while no one
ever saw the raw pain in my eyes.

I’m sorry if I’m far too simple because I can never
be the girl who grows flowers on her head or the
girl who can give you a jar of hand picked stars or
the girl who will put love in your pockets.

But if there’s one thing I’m not sorry for, it’s
what I feel for you and the words I stringed for you
or how I still st-s-stutt-stutter or how I miss you at night or
how I dream of sunrise and sunsets with you.

News update on plot of Thor 3

Spoilers (NOT) for Thor three, have been released from some unknown, never existing, source, so we have been told and the plot of Thor three thickens with even more guest stars that first thought.

When Thor, the angry one with the hammer and red cape. gets back to Asgard he finds an old friend from 70s Midgard waiting for him

“Good day Skip what are you doing here”

(you try finding cheap actors in Oz to move the plot on, they all moved to USA and Britain years ago)

“Stut stut stutt …Stut stut stut stut” That’s Skippy talking trust me

“what do you mean Skip, Loki taken over Asgard and even now sits on the throne dress as my father”

“stut stutt stut stut stutt stut stut” 

“No need to be rude Skip”

“Loki Im coming to get you”

Loki the sassy good looking one in leather

“Oh Brother, bring it on!!!”

“stut stut stutt stutt stut stut” translation Im going back to Midgard before the shit hits  the fan.

and so the movie starts…………..

All pictures found on google a very helpful site indeed.

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