Oh, these two. They make me happy. Yesterday was a rough day, and sometimes when you’ve had a rough day, you want something simple and something that makes you feel nostalgic. So, we went to Ross’s for dinner–it’s like this little country diner with live country music that’s been around FOREVER and now really doesn’t necessarily “fit” in our city anymore (except that it does, because everything at least kind-of fits in Austin and that’s what I love about it). Ross’s reminds me of my childhood and sometimes a big plate of fried catfish, fried okra, and mashed potatoes and gravy eaten amid a bunch of senior citizens is just what the doctor ordered (or…would never order, but whatever). We brought our Uno game to play, ate greasy food, and watched old married couples dance. I’m a tiny bit embarrassed that it made me a little teary-eyed, but it also made me so, so happy. This is the same kind of nostalgia I get when I drive the back roads to my parents’ house with the windows down–that’s one of the other few times I listen to country music. I have a fantastic life. And, I have to be grateful for the rough days because they never let me forget how fortunate I am for all of the good ones.
It’s been a while since I mentioned the ex. I honestly don’t think of him all that often. But, for those of you newer to this space; here’s the short version. My sister committed suicide when I was younger and it derailed our family for a bit, and it definitely derailed me–my self-confidence already wasn’t that awesome because I was an awkward teenager. I made some poor choices and I ended up marrying my ex-husband at 18 because at the time I believed that I had to work so hard to be loved because that’s how I knew it was “real.” And, if anyone can make a person feel like they have to work like a dog for any scrap of kindness, it’s that man. We were married for about two and a half years. Conner was just a baby when I left. I don’t know when I would’ve found the strength to leave for myself, but I realized that this was NOT the definition of manhood I wanted set for my son. The husband and I started dating when Conner was close to two years old and have been together ever since. He is absolutely the definition of manhood that I’m proud my son sees everyday.
I stopped playing TF2 after life started taking most of my time, and by the time I started having free time again, it has ‘fallen out of style’ and new games popped up so I followed the trend. Somehow, the recent comic update brought me back into playing TF2 and let me tell you, it felt like coming back home once again. I don’t care how old something is or how’ abandoned’ something is, some things just sticks close to your heart and for me, TF2 will always be one of those things.
My arms were tightly wrapped around his neck as his hands were fixed on
my ass, squeezing it every now and then. Our eyes were gazing deep into the
other’s. The sexual tension was at its peak, almost suffocating me. Our lips so
close, the littlest movement could make them touch. My hand softly caressing
the little hairs on the back of his neck, making his eyes flutter for a quick
second. His hands bringing my crotch closer to his, forcing me to feel his
arousal. We both knew what we were doing to each other, we were playing a
dangerous game but neither of us cared.
Having had enough, he moved his mouth closer to mine so he could kiss me but I
was quick to react as I pulled my face back and left him hanging. He groaned
and squeezed the life out of my ass which made me moan and grip his hair
tighter. He hissed and brought my lower half even closer to him, if that was
“Stop teasing me,” he growled, fire blazing in his eyes and lust
dripping in his tone. I let out a breathy chuckled, very turned on myself.
“I’m not,” I whispered as I subtly grinded against his bulge making
him let out a sigh of frustration.
“Yes you are! You’ve been teasing me for years now, babe. I’ve wanted this
for so long and I finally have you exactly where I’ve always wanted you,”
his face in extreme close proximity to mine again. His gaze so intense, even
the strongest would crumble before him. “Let me have it, let me have
you. I gotta have you, please,” he nudged my nose with his and his
voice strained as he begged. Begged. He was begging. He was begging for me
and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. Justin Bieber begging, pleading for me to give him what he’s always wanted. And what has he wanted? Me? Or
the pleasure I could give him? In that moment, I was fine with either because
the ache between my thighs was screaming at me and his begging only made it
worse. I knew what I had to do, what I needed to do. I had to give him what he
I didn’t have to do much since his face was already so close. So I moved my
face and smashed my lips on his with all the force I had. He moaned against my
lips, due to surprise? Pleasure? I didn’t know. I tilted my head to get better
access to his mouth because I was extremely eager at his point. I wanted all of
him and I wanted it now.
He invaded my mouth with his tongue without my permission and I moaned at the
contact. His tongue was dominating mine and I let him, happily. We both were
breathing heavily through our noses and I tugged on his shirt, finding it
extremely annoying because it was getting in my way to feel him. He pulled away
momentarily and reached back to pull off his shirt, exposing his toned chest to
my hungry eyes. I eyed him up and down, licking my lips and biting the lower
one afterwards. I knew for a fact that my eyes were screaming lust.
“Don’t give me that look, it makes me ache for you even more,” he
growled as he backed me into the wall. He attacked my neck as my back ran into
the wall and hitched my thigh on his waist. His hand travelled further up my
thigh, under the hem of my dress, as he caressed it. He pinched my underwear
clad ass, making me squeal. His lips were sucking my collarbone and his teeth
tugging on the skin, for sure marking their territory.
“Just fuck me already!” I moaned and moved my hips against his so he
would feel how much I needed him. He hissed, and in a split second, he had
picked me up and lifted me on a nearby counter. Now that I was on the counter,
only then was I able to be exactly his height as he stood between my legs. His
palms were flat on the counter, on either side of my legs as he leant forward
to press his lips against my sternum. He trailed his kisses lower until my
dress didn’t allow him to go any further. His hands moved to my back and I felt
him pull the zip down. I arched a little towards him so his lips were pressed
harder against my upper chest. I was desperate to feel pressure but Justin was
purposely avoiding it as all I felt were his butterfly kisses. When the zip was
all the way down, he lifted me up a little and removed the dress from my body
completely. Now I sat before him, half naked and his darkened pupils were
burning my skin. He was taking his sweet time, admiring my body since it was
the first time he’d ever seen it.
“I’ve been longing for this sight for far too long,” he whispered as
his gaze wouldn’t move from my body. His hands went from caressing my thighs to
caressing my sides, almost very lovingly. Love. That was something that we
couldn’t mix with this. Oh no, we could never. It would make everything that
we’ve built until now, go down the drain. “You’re so fucking
gorgeous,” his voice so deep, it hit me right there. I shivered as his
hot breath hit my skin. My desire for him was building as the seconds went by.
He was going too slow for my liking.
I reached out and tugged at his jeans. I popped the button open and pulled the
zip down. I breathed heavily as I could now see his bulge peeking from
underneath, all the while Justin watched me intensely. I dragged his jeans down,
followed by his boxers. My lips parted as I saw his fully erect cock that stood
almost right in front of me. My body reacted immediately as I let out a low
moan and I was sure my underwear was completely soaked now. My gaze not moving
from his dick as my hands gripped it and I felt him twitch.
“Fuck,” he moaned as I started rubbing him slowly. He was panting as
his eyes were solely trained on me. His gaze was intense as he observed the way
I pleased him. His hands reached out to grab my hips as my pace quickened and
his breath hitched. His lips moved to my neck, sucking the flesh once again. He
hissed against my neck as he felt me squeeze him in my hand. His hand moved up
to cup my neck and he moved his face so he could gaze into my eyes. “Baby,
I wanna be inside of you. Please don’t make me wait any longer,” the
desperation was clearly evident in his voice as he grunted because of the
pleasure my hand was giving him. I loved to mess with him and maybe I would’ve
teased him more if I wasn’t immensely turned on myself. I could just feel how
soaked I was for him and the burning desire was rippling through me like rapid
fire. And so I didn’t deny his plead; I let him undress me fully. His calloused
hands gliding across my now bare body sent tingles up my spine as I longed for
him to touch me somewhere else.
My arms wrapped around his neck as I pulled him closer to me so I could feel
his lips on mine once again. We both moaned at the contact and he wrapped his
arms around my waist to pull my body against him so our chests were pushed
together. His tongue was quick to invade my mouth as mine fought with his for
dominance. He let me win this time and I explored his mouth which seemed to
arouse him because I felt him twitch against my thigh. He eventually pulled
away, breathing heavily to whisper in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you so
good, you’ll never forget this night.“
His words made my breath hitch as I felt him aligning himself with my entrance.
"I’m gonna hold you to that, Bieber,” I purred seductively as I
caressed his cheek. He bit his lip in response as I saw hints of lust and
adoration swirling in his irises. I felt him push inside of me and I cried out
as he stretched me. I threw my head back as I felt Justin’s dull nails dig into
my hips. He grunted as he pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in
causing me to whimper at the shock of pleasure coursing through me. I regained
my posture as I grabbed his face and kissed him again so I wouldn’t scream
embarrassingly loud. But to my dismay, Justin pulled back, “No baby, I
wanna hear you. Scream, and let everyone know who’s fucking you good,” he
moaned and buried his face into my neck. My hands moved to his back and my
nails clawed at his skin as, this time, I moaned out his name.
His thrusts were becoming relentless as we both neared our orgasms. He stayed
true to his word as he fucked me into oblivion which made me a moaning mess.
Sweat was glistening on his forehead as his hips worked their magic. His biceps
contracted as they kept him up against the counter. The sight was so sexy, it
brought me even closer to my high.
“Justin,” I groaned and tugged at his hair. “Fuck, don’t stop.
It feels so good,” my lips moved to his neck and I sucked on his skin;
extremely eager to leave marks so that whenever he would look at them, only I
would consume his thoughts. Upon hearing my words, his thrusts only become
faster and his hand moved down to my clit so he could make me cum before
himself. My hips bucked upwards, trying to meet his thrusts but his hands held
me in place causing me to whine a little. His lips on mine once again silenced
me as I sucked on his tongue.
He pulled away and in an instant, he pulled me off of the counter making me
gasp, turned me around and pushed my upper half on the counter so my cheek and
palms were against the marble. He pulled my ass back towards him and inserted
himself in me from behind. He slapped my ass and the smack echoed through the
room alongside our feverish moans and grunts of pleasure. “Shit baby, I
feel you clenching around me. Are you close?” He growled as he continued
to ram into me causing my legs to shake beneath me but his firm grip on my hips
kept me steady.
“Mhmm, s-so close. Do that again,” I moaned out and heard him chuckle
as he slapped my other ass cheek. My muscles contracted around him once again
and I whimpered as I felt myself extremely close to cumming.
“I see someone likes spanking,” Justin moaned, pleased with the new
found information. “Cum for me babe, let me watch you come undone,”
he whispered as he thrust into me so hard that he hit my g-spot which had me
seeing stars. I cried out as I let myself go. I clenched so hard which would’ve
triggered Justin’s orgasm as I felt him release in me as he cursed. I was
panting and quivering underneath him and I could say, I had been fucked real
“So was it worth the wait?” I breathed out.
“Most definitely,” he squeezed my ass, probably proud of himself for
finding my weak point.
Forgive me for i have been MIA for so long but i took a break since my exams were going on and after that…i kinda didn’t know how to continue with my imagines. Hopefully, i will be forgiven and hopefully this imagine makes up for it. I promise im writing the pending requests just bear with me for a while longer and don’t let this flop. On a side note, I’m back bitches!
Written as part of @wordstothewisereaders ’s 300 follower writing challenge.
Song is Demons by imagine dragons.
Warnings:angst, drug use, major character death, swearing (is swearing a warning who knows)
Dean has a crush on Cas.
It’s pretty obvious, too. Sam can’t count the number of times he’s seen Dean try to flirt with the angel, or said something a little too suspicious. Also, there’s the fact that Dean had declared his love for Cas openly to Sam when he had gotten drunk the month before in a motel room.
And he’s sick of it. Sick of feeling like Dean’s automatic wingman whenever they’re around Cas, sick of having to sit there in the thick aura of sexual tension while Dean and Cas stare each other down in the intense and overly-gay way that they do.
So, when Dean started writing songs about a “man with blue eyes”, he started to feel relief because at least Dean wasn’t letting it go completely unspoken, for a change.
I wish someone loved me for who I am good and bad. I hope that you can do that for me because I’ll love every part of you.
Please don’t try to change me into what you actually want. I’ll do it because I love you even though I’m slowly ripping myself apart.
I’ve lost pieces of myself that I loved. They brought me happiness on the darkest days. They’re either gone now or I struggle to remember what it feels like so maybe I can call them back to me.
I miss playing the piano it calls to me. I cried because I sat down at the keys and couldn’t remember anything. Depression stole you from me. My place of peace.
I don’t need you to fix me. I’m doing that on my own. Let’s just take life as it comes fighting this world together side by side.
Please don’t let me go or don’t ask for my love at all. You’ll scoop me up and surround me with love and if you leave I’ll just die some more inside.
Let me love you. Every part of you. Please don’t hide away to somewhere I can’t reach you. I’m scared too, but we can get through it. Falling in love can be easy. So please just let me love you even when things get hard.
Please be patient with me. My mind isn’t as good as it used to be. I’ll forget things and ask you the same questions until I realize that I did. I’ll never forget you though.
Your favorite color.
Your birthday. I’ll celebrate like it’s a national holiday.
What you like to eat so I can surprise you with homemade meals.
I’ll remember you always so please don’t forget me.
I won’t make you a promise that I can’t keep. I don’t take promises lightly so please don’t promise me anything.
I’d like to see the world with you to places we’ve never been before.
Please just love me for me and I’ll love you ten times more.
We love you because you flipped the switch and we all reanimated
You’re not hated
We hold no ill will
We’ll all have a good laugh and a thrill
Oh lookie here we’ve arrived at our designation
Time to say hi to all creation
Hey there Alice and Bendy
I brought Henry!
((( Bendy: Good boy Boris! Everything went exactly to our plan, you tricked him well.
Boris: Thank you Bendy I’ll leave him to you!
Bendy: Ah silly naïve Henry did you really think anyone still loved you here? Haha hahahahah *distorted demonic laughter and Henry screaming bloody murder* ))
Oh don’t look so surprised old man
I’m shocked you didn’t catch onto my plan
You abandoned us and we’ve been full of hatred and malice ever since.
Goodnight sweet prince.
(( As to why I had Boris betray Henry like that it’s because there’s a theory that Boris will pretend to be Henry’s buddy and then betray him to Bendy in the game. So I went that route. )) (( Also Boris needed his own song since most of the Bendy and the ink Machine songs focus on Bendy. So I made Boris one~ ))
today it’s been four years since the last of us was released. i remember the first time i watched the opening and immediately had to play this game for myself. i’d never seen anything like it and loved it right from the start. this game got me back into gaming, let me see what i had been missing for years, and introduced me to my favorite characters who have stuck with me through the years. aside from changing me personally, it’s brought so many people into my life since then - people who are now some of my closest and most trusted friends. friends that i’m about to meet in person two months from now after knowing them for years. all of this is thanks to one very special, amazing, life changing game. happy anniversary, last of us!
He defied many fans’ expectations and ultimately did the right thing (even if he did them for the wrong reasons; how much of that was for his personal gain/ Helen’s given assignment/agenda and how much of that was him genuinely wanting Mundy back living?). He brought Mundy back to life and, this entire time, has been subtly working the system to his advantage. Even better, Heavy let him do this. Medic bides his time during the course of his employment with Gray and he’s played the role of an innocent, harmless, nerdy, submissive little lackey so well that despite how suspicious his activities should’ve been, Medic got to do them. That’s some damn good acting at work. Don’t get me wrong, he’s been a dweeb his entire life, but he purposefully uses that to his advantage and exaggerates it.
Despite suffering a lot of shit-talk from Classic Heavy he sticks to his guns and keeps acting. He is that dead set on doing what he came out to do. I’m going to presume he’s suffered verbal abuse from Classic Heavy since day one. They guy seems to love nothing more than smart-mouthing his co-workers.
His reaction to Archimedes’ death. Look at how horrified he is in the panel below when he watched Heavy slam dunk the poor little fella into the floor.
Medic’s mind goes into overdrive and he immediately goes to work to try and save him (Mundy’s kinda shocked/horrified by this apparently). I’d like to point out that while he’s getting an initial gauge on Archi’s life status, he’s lying on the floor like a child might when intensely concentrating on an important science project. The dweeb. In the next bit we see that Medic’s rushed off to get a power box.
Medic is positively ecstatic that Archimedes comes back to life when he electrocutes him. Keep in mind that this entire time, Heavy has been in the room, ranting about things. Medic has paid attention to zero percent of that. He only notices Classic Heavy after Archimedes is confirmed alive and Classic Heavy gets up in his face. Guess what? Back to point one and two. Medic still sticks to his charade. His bird nearly perma-kicked the bucket and this lovable a-hole is still going with his act. Hell, he even still pretends he wants to help in the field (probably to do something dastardly in revenge for all the crap he’s dealt with), pretending to be a good little worker bee. What finallybreaks him and sends him over the edge is when Classic Heavy keeps on bullying him. When Classic Heavy insults Medic by verbally defecating on his profession and his skill and then breaks the medi-gun, you can see Medic’s had more than enough. He’s done playing games, he’s done playing nice. He’s ready to tear the man’s guts out for all he’s done. Note how he’s facing away from Classic Heavy as the merc leaves. Medic’s concealing his pent-up rage. He only completely shows it once the man is gone and the only company he has is Archimedes. You pick on Medic on occasion, he lets it roll off him like water on a duck’s back. You kill his bird, defecate on his profession, and break his tools, you’re a dead man walking.
I cannot wait to see where this comic takes us. I think that of all the mercs, Medic now has one of the biggest motivations to see the end of Gray’s team come to light. Everyone has big motivation really, but Medic’s been dealing with the Classics for longer than the rest of the REDs. I really hope that he takes Classic Heavy down all by himself. He deserves the reward sweet, sweet revenge will grant him.
Fanning yourself, you groaned. Saying it was hot out would be a major understatement. At the moment, you were laying on the floor of the bunker. You, Sam, and Dean, had shut every door that you could, and did your best to block any openings. You’d found every fan that you could and situated them around the room. It did help, but barely. “Dean, why don’t you just have Cas zap us somewhere?” You groaned.
“Why don’t you get your boyfriend to?” He shot back, making you roll your eyes. You flirted with Gabriel all the time, but that was it. He was an angel for crying out loud. Dean was convinced that the two of you were dating in secret. You’d given up fighting him and just let him believe what he wanted.
Draco Malfoy Dirty One Shot: First Time (Requested by Anon)
You and Draco had been dating since the middle of your Fourth Year. You both are now on summer vacation after your Fifth Year and lately there had been a lot of sexual tension between the two of you. You knew he wanted to rip your clothes off of you and bury himself deep inside you but you didn’t know if you were ready for that yet. To you, sex was a big deal. And you didn’t want to lose your virginity to someone, only to regret it later.
Of course you wanted to have sex with him, to make love with him. But at the same time, you were scared out of your mind. What if things suddenly went downhill after the deed had been done? What if he didn’t like it? Worst of all, what if he would be ashamed afterwards because he had just had sex with his Gryffindor, Muggle-born girlfriend?
You were staying with him at his house for five weeks. Draco had invited you over to keep him company because his parents were off on their own vacation. You had agreed, and so far it’s been two weeks and the two of you hadn’t been doing much other than talking, cuddling, playing hide and go seek in the manor, and doing a lot of making out.
Right now, you were in the middle of another one of your make out sessions.
He had you in his lap, your legs straddling him on either side and your lips were roughly attacking each other. His hands were tight around your waist and your hands played with his blonde hair, making it slightly messy.
You were surprised with yourself. You had never gone this far with a guy before, let alone Draco. Especially for two whole weeks. It was different for you, aggressively making out with a guy and letting him touch you in places you had never been touched before.
Right now, your tongues were at war with each other and before you could do what would be considered the unthinkable for you - dipping your hands in his pants to touch him for the first time - he pulled away and gently pushed you to the side, him moving back slightly.
“I don’t want to rush you.” he said hoarsely. His breathing was erratic and his eyes were trained on your mouth. Damn, he loved that mouth so much.
“Draco, I…” you trailed off for a bit.
“You…what?” Draco questioned slowly.
You exhaled and looked into his eyes. “I’m ready.”
Draco’s eyes widened and he sat up a little straighter. “Baby…are you sure? I don’t want you to do it just because it’s in the heat of the moment. I want you to do it when you’re ready and I want to make it special for you.”
You covered his hand with yours. “Draco, I’m ready.” you said again, more confident this time.
He stopped for a minute and stared off into space, taking it all in. You were ready. You were ready to finally make love and he was the one who would get to do that with you. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was, that he was the first - and if he had a say in it - the only guy who would ever see what your angelic body would look like fully bared to him.
He smiled widely and looked you in the eyes.
“Give me a few hours.” was all he said as he hurriedly walked out of the room, “And stay there!” he called over his shoulder.
You were a little confused, but you stayed there and passed the time by watching a movie on the Muggle television set you helped him buy.
An hour and a half later, he walked back in the room. Leaning down so he could wrap his arms around you over the couch, he whispered into your ear.
“Come on, love.”
Your heart rate picked up slightly and he led you upstairs to his bedroom. It was now dark outside, and you couldn’t really see because there weren’t many lights on in the house, but he carefully led you up the stairs to his bedroom.
Draco opened the door for you and when you walked in, your eyes went wide.
Dozens of lit candles surrounded the room and rose petals were scattered all over the floor and on his bed in the center of the room. On top of that, the room smelled like roses and the window was open which let a warm breeze into the room. This was definitely the sweetest thing Draco had ever done for you.
You turned around to face Draco. “Draco I -”
“Sh.” He put his finger over your mouth. His finger let go of your lips so both of his hands could gently hold your arms.
He exhaled deeply. “(Y/N), I love you. And I know it was a lot for you to say that you were ready. I want you to know that tonight will be the best night of your life, okay? Well second best. Other than our wedding night.”
You giggled but kept your eyes to his.
He leaned forward so that his lips were touching yours. “Don’t be scared”, he whispered, “Just let me in…”
You nodded and closed your lips on top of his. He kissed you back very sweetly and brought his hands down to the small of your back. Your hands came up to wrap around his arms and play his with his hair.
Slowly but surely, he ran his tongue along your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, allowing his tongue inside. Your tongues fought with each other as Draco’s hands slid to your waist, squeezing you very tightly and suddenly walking you backwards onto his bed.
He laid you down and hovered over you, now kissing you faster with a lot more passion. You tugged at his t-shirt, telling him to pull it off. He brought his body up and yanked off his t-shirt, tossing it to the other side of the room.
You stared at his toned body for a bit, running your hands down his stomach and chest, feeling the muscle that was there. Draco’s hands went down to your shirt and he looked at you before moving. You nodded your head yes and he pulled the fabric off of you, revealing the top half of your body in your bra.
He gave you a big smile and went back to kissing you again. His hand slid down the side of your body, feeling you, touching you. He could feel everything and he was absolutely loving it.
You arched your back up to Draco, giving him the opportunity to unclasp your bra and slip it off of you. He pulled away again to stare at your beautiful breasts.
However, with your self-consciousness taking over, you slowly covered yourself with your arms. But Draco stopped you.
“Hey,” he whispered, “you’re beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful. You don’t have to be self-conscious around me."
He kissed your forehead, "Okay?”
You nodded and brought your hands up to Draco’s shoulders, and pulled him down onto you so he could kiss you again. Soon, your hands went to his pants and unbuckled his jeans, throwing the belt to the side. You pushed his pants down and he pulled them off of him, kicking them off of his bed.
His hands moved down to your pants and since you were wearing sweats, all he had to do was pull them down. As he pulled them down, he started kissing down your body and you closed your eyes with your bottom lip captured in your teeth.
When he came back up, you felt something hard touch your thigh. When you looked down, it was Draco’s erection rubbing against your leg. You reached out to touch it but he gently moved your hand away.
“No” , he said, “Tonight is about you.”
You gulped and nodded and let him take control. He went down to the lower half of your body, pulling down your underwear and taking in the sight of your vagina. He moved back up to look at you as his hand reached down to rub you where you wanted him most.
Since you were inexperienced (by a lot), you let out a loud moan, but silenced it quickly.
He leaned over to your ear. “I love it when you moan, (Y/N).” his voice became husky, “Don’t think you don’t sound amazing because you do."
You nodded and let him do what he wanted to do with you. He began rubbing your clit with his thumb and he gently slid in one finger.
You let out a whimper and his face darted to look at you, "You okay?”
You nodded and whispered out, “Keep going.”
He nodded and started to pump a little faster. Before you could react, he added another finger inside you and started pumping even faster with his thumb still making shapes on your clit.
You moaned again and twisted the sheets in your hand, your breathing getting heavier by the second.
He fingered you for a little bit longer but he abruptly pulled out and kneeled on the bed. Draco brought your legs to place over his shoulders and you could feel his breath run along your thigh.
“Don’t be scared.” he whispered huskily, “This will make you feel good.”
With that, he dove his tongue into your vagina, licking and kissing it.
“Mmm…ahh…” you moaned out with a high pitch to your voice.
He smirked into your lower half and kept going. His tongue was everywhere on your heat, and his lips closed over your clit, sucking and nibbling on it. You moaned loudly again and dug your head into the sheets.
Draco stuck his tongue inside your hole, twisting, turning, pulling in and out. You couldn’t do anything. You were at the mercy of his touch and you were loving it. All you could do was moan over and over and over again as your hands twisted into the sheets and your head dug into the mattress of his bed.
Again, he pulled out abruptly and set your legs down gently. He moved back down and lifted you so you could get under the blankets on his bed with him on top, hovering over you. Draco’s face looked down at yours, you stared into his eyes and waited for him to make the next move.
“This is gonna hurt.” he said, as he positioned himself at your entrance, “And if you don’t think you can handle it, tell me and I’ll pull out. Okay?”
You nodded and placed your hands over his biceps. Waiting.
Then he slid into you.
The pain was not as bad as you expected, considering you had a fairly high tolerance of pain. But it still hurt.
You groaned out of pleasure and pain. Draco kept his eyes trained on you.
“Want me to pull out?” he asked.
“No” you hoarsely whispered, “Keep going, but go slow.”
He nodded and made slow yet deep thrusts into you. Your legs spread wider so he could have better access and his penis filled you up perfectly.
You dug your nails into his biceps and moaned a little. As his hips rolled into yours, you could feel the pain quickly turning into pleasure. Now you wanted to go faster.
“Go faster..” you let out and he did. His thrusts became faster, deeper, and more passionate.
“Ungh, oh God.” he groaned out, “You feel amazing.”
Draco filled you up perfectly and you pulled him closer to you, so that there was no space left in between your bodies. Your lips connected and immediately your tongues made their way towards each other. But they weren’t fighting with each other. Instead, they were just lovingly moving in time with each other.
Draco picked up the pace a little more and his thrusts became quicker, and you moved your hips to meet his thrusts. You both were a moaning mess. Moaning into each other’s mouths, holding each other tighter, and pulling each other closer together.
Eventually Draco’s thrusts became sloppy and he knew his orgasm was coming.
“(Y/N)…I’m gonna come…” he whispered into your mouth.
You moaned. “I think I am too.”
“Oh, God, I love you.” he groaned out as you became tighter around him.
You pulled in a sharp breath. “I love you too.”
He finally came inside you and you did as well, following close behind him. He pulled out of you and rolled onto his back.
Both of you were breathing extremely heavily and you both knew that this was one night you would never forget for the rest of your lives.
“Come here” Draco breathed out as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to him, so that your head was against his chest and your arm was around his torso. He wrapped an arm around your waist under the covers and another was stroking your arm up and down.
“That was the best night of my life.” you breathed out.
“Well, one of the best nights.” you laughed out and smiled.
Draco chuckled and pulled you tighter to him, kissing your forehead firmly.
Hey so,,, sorry for venting I know you have problems yourself but as child (around 5-9) I was molested by two different children, a girl that brought me home and made me undress to touch and kiss me, and a boy that hit me but I wanted him to stop so I came home with him and he played 'doctor' with me and put things into me? I remember those two things but like nothing else from my life that isn't 1/2 years back (I'm 16 now) and idk those memories just scare me and hurt me and idk what to do
do you feel safe speaking up abut your abuse and trauma? if so, please, please do. don’t let yourself internalize these things.
i implore you to reach out, online or physically. if these memories are harming you, which i can tell they are, you need help growing from them.
So as many of you may know, I am a huge nerd. Here lately, I’ve been playing some older video games, ones that I haven’t played since I was a small child; and in that God showed me something pretty cool.
When you’re a kid these games are really hard, like first-cuss-word-ever hard. However now that I’m an adult mostly these games aren’t quite as hard as I remember, I wouldn’t say they’re easy but they’re certainly not controller-smashing difficult. I actually said to myself at one point; ‘Huh. I remember this being a lot harder.’
And God showed me something.
Have you ever gone through something in life, a trial or a season of frustration, that just seem to keep coming back around? And your reaction changes from Oh no, here it comes. to Oh, that’s back again. Oh well.
Sometimes God lets us play old levels of our lives again for the sake of perspective; for the sake of See how far I’ve brought you, beloved? Do you really think I’ll let go of you now? Trust me.
How silly of us to think that God would bring us through all those levels, that seemed so hard at the time, to abandon us now. How silly of us to think that those levels weren’t the end of the trouble. There is so much more ahead of us and think about this: the most loyal, patient, and loving Player One is the person guiding us in this journey.
Replay that old level, and conquer it the way Jesus designed you to. Savor His victories and be grateful for the grace in defeat. He’s brought you through it before and He will always be there to bring you through it again.
Hey guys! So this isn’t something I usually do because I recently got this request and I’m always one to go in order but I just got so much inspiration for this one and really wanted to write it so I hope that’s alright! BUT I’M ANNOYED BECAUSE TODAY I HAD TO RE-DO LIKE HALF OF IT, SO FRUSTRATING! Love you guys lots and lots<3
“What the fuck Y/N how can you do this to me?” Cameron screamed. i backed away closer to the wall, trying to hide away.
“I didn’t do anything! Nothing people are saying is true!” I yelled back, trying to make him understand.
“Yeah, right, which is why these pictures look so accurate right?” he asked sarcastically.
“People photoshop Cameron!” I said frustrated.
“Well it looks pretty legit to me,” he said.
“It’s not! Please just listen, it’s nothing! Nothing happened!” I screamed.
“How can I believe you?” he asked.
“I believe you whenever you go out places where there’s a bunch of girls on you! I trust you that there’s nothing going on, I’ve pushed away fake pictures why can’t you fucking do the same?” I asked. He didn’t say anything.
“No words, huh?” I asked, lifting my eyebrow at him.
“Just admit you were doing this!” he said.
“I have nothing to admit!” I screamed.
“Get out,” he said. I was taken aback at first. Did he really just do that.
“Fine, fuck you,” I said as I ran up the stairs and shoved all my stuff into some random bag considering we don’t seem to have random suitcases lying around like in the movies. I walked down the stairs and shoved passed him.
“Fuck you Cameron,” I said one more time as I walked out the door and slammed it as hard as I could. I began walking down the empty, dark street, not really sure where to go. I lived with Cameron, I couldn’t just go back home. Tears filled my eyes as my vision became blurry as I made my way to my best friend’s house.
I cannot believe this actually happened.
*A few months later*
I felt the burning sensation go down my throat as I took another shot, the room beginning to spin and the loud music pounding into my ears. I began giggling as I leaned onto Sammy, who was hosting the party.
“Damn Y/N, I always thought you were a light weight,” he laughed.
“No, of course not,” I chuckled.
“I’m gonna go dance,” I smiled as I spun around and walked out into the living room, where everyone was dancing and a lot of people were grinding on each other. I began dancing on my own, just sort of letting the beat take over as I danced around. Partying was something I did a lot since Cameron and I broke up. It was a way for me to escape, forget about everything because I have been feeling nothing but pain since. Sleepless nights, crying myself to sleep. All for a boy who doesn’t care, or love me anymore. I kept dancing and I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my hips. I didn’t really care, so I just continued to sway back and forth with the music. I felt his hands lower onto my butt and I spun around.
“Watch out bud,” I said.
“Aw come on baby, just having some fun,” he smirked, as he kept his hands there.
“No, get off,” I said sternly as I tried to move away in the swarm of people. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer, breathing as he placed his lips to my neck.
“No, stop,” I said as I struggled. I felt another pair of arms wrap around my waist and begin to pull me away. I squirmed as I tried to fight back, but unfortunately I wasn’t all there, so I didn’t really know what was going on. Finally I was taken outside and the arms were released from me. I took in sharp, fast breaths as I turned around and saw the person I would never expect to see.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Trying to help you from that sleazy guy,” he said.
“I don’t need your help,” I said.
“I think we all know you do,” he said.
“Fuck you Cameron. You know, I never even did anything, and you just told me to leave. You didn’t even fight for me, or try to fix things You never texted called, even tried to do anything. Did you even love me? You didn’t fight for me,” I said as I burst into sobs and fell to the ground, struggling to breathe.
“Come on, Y/N,” he said as he held his arm out.
“No,” I said.
“Please just stay the night at my house, I can’t leave knowing you might not be safe,” he said.
“I can stay with Sammy,” I said stubbornly.
“Y/N, please,” he said.
“FIne,” I said. I stood up and grabbed on to the railing as I lost my balance. Cameron scooped my up from underneath and carried me to his car and set the in the front seat. I didn’t even try to fight it.
We arrived to his house and I just sat on the couch and looked around. Suddenly, I began crying. All the memories of living here rushing back. Remembering all the times we would cuddle on this couch, how everything looks exactly the same as when I left.
“Why are you crying?” he asked as he sat next to me.
“I don’t know, I’m emotional and I miss being here,” I said as I threw my hands up in the air.
“Get some sleep, you can sleep in my bed, I’ll take the couch,” he said as he picked me up and carried me to his room. Which used to be our room. I curled up on the bed as I noticed a picture frame sitting on the desk. I looked at it and saw it was Cameron and me.
“You still have this?” I asked.
“Yep,” he said simply.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I love you and miss you,” he said.
“Really?” I asked.
“Really,” he said.
“I’ve been feeling so crappy lately and I can’t get away. Everything is you and I just miss you so much. Why didn’t you fight for me?” I asked.
“Because I was scared. I was scared you wouldn’t take me back, that you had found someone else. I was scared to see you happy without me,” he said.
“I’ve been anything but happy without you,” I said.
“I haven’t been much better,” he said quietly. I wanted to talk, but my eyes were becoming heavy and my body was becoming weak.
“Get some sleep, we can talk tomorrow,” he said as he stood up and went to leave the room.
“Cameron,” I mumbled.
“Yep?” he asked.
“Sleep in the bed with me?” I asked.
“Uhm, sure,” he said as he climbed under the covers next to me. I subconsciously curled in into his side, breathing in his familiar scent that I have missed for so long. Before I knew it, I fell into a deep sleep.
I woke up not knowing where I was. I jumped up as I realized I was in Cameron’s room. I began to remember everything that happened last night. I saw Cameron walk out of the bathroom with a glass of water and advil.
“Thought this might help you a bit,” he said as he handed it to me.
“Thank you,” I smiled as I swallowed the pills and drank the glass of water, setting down on the table next to me.
“Why did you help me last night?” I blurted out.
“Because some guy was all over you, and you were helpless. Something bad would have happened. I feel very protective of you and I couldn’t leave knowing you might now be safe,” he said. I simply nodded.
“Are we not gonna talk about what happened last night?” I asked.
“I didn’t think you would remember, I thought it was just drunk babbling,” he said.
“No, I remember,” I said.
“Did you mean any of it?” he asked.
“Of course I did. After all, I’m an honest drunk,” I chuckled, causing him to laugh to.
“Did you?” I asked.
“Every single word,” he said.
“Letting you go was the worst decision of my life and not fighting for you. I’ve been a wreck, I haven’t gone out or anything. I miss you so much and every day I’m reminded of how much of an idiot I was for what I did,” he said.
“Yeah, you were an idiot,” I laughed.
“That’s why all this partying started. I was so tired of missing you and crying myself to sleep and being reminded of you and everything just being you. It was a way for me to escape and be happy,” I sighed.
“I know it’s not a good coping method but I had no idea what to do,” I said as I ran my fingers through my hair.
“I just…I missed you so much,” I sighed.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you with every single inch of me, and I never stopped,” I said. I looked over at him and he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, softly, but with so much passion. I pulled away breathlessly and smiled at him.
“Be mine again?” he asked. I grabbed his neck and pulled him towards me again, kissing him.
“Does that answer your question?” I asked. A smile spread across his lips, and I did the same.
“Thank you. I promise I will never let you down again. I will not lose you again, I’m so sorry,” he said. He pulled me into his arms and I looked up at him, seeing a tear slide down his cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb and leaned up and kissed his cheek.
“Don’t cry. It’s okay,” I whispered.
“I’m just really happy I have you back, and really sorry I ever let you go,” he said.
“None of that matters any more, we’re together and I’m here with you, and I don’t need anything else any more,” I smiled.
“I can stay here forever,” he smiled.
“Me too, I’ve missed you so much,” I said. He kissed me again and then I fell into his arms. I took his hand in mine and began playing with his large fingers that I haven’t held in a while. I brought it to my lips and pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. I leaned back and smiled, not being able to stop.
I got the love of my life back, and I couldn’t be happier.
On April 15, 2014 I went to see All Time Low in Sacramento at Ace Of Spades. I was incredibly nervous all day because I was not only meeting my favorite band, but I was also planning on asking Alex Gaskarth if I could sing on stage with him. After meeting the rest of the band and having jack compliment my hair (which already had me shaken up because oh my god Jack Barakat likes my hair??), I walked over to Alex. I had already met him before so I kept my speech short because last time I covered the details. I basically thanked him for helping me get out of a state of being completely hopeless. I was so depressed I felt like nothing was ever going to get better and that I was going nowhere in life. This band helped me learn to believe in myself and I know how cliché it sounds, but they taught me to chase after my dreams. I have always wanted to be a musician and my dream was to share the stage with them at least once. I asked Alex if there was any possible way he could make that happen and right away he said “yeah of course i’ll look for you in the crowd!”. I couldn’t believe it. I was at the very left side for barricade hoping to get Alex’s attention the entire night. While Jack was singing and dancing with me, Alex mainly stayed towards center stage. After Somewhere In Neverland, I knew Time Bomb was about to happen. I stepped up on a ledge and all of my friends and random people I didn’t know were pointing at me. Suddenly Alex stepped right in front of me and pointed saying “This girl knows all the lyrics you can tell! You’re coming up here!” Then he reached for me hand and helped me over the barricade. Once I got on stage I looked into the crowd and couldn’t fucking believe it. I had waited six years for this moment. Almost immediately, Jack put me on his back and screamed into the mic “WE’RE GONNA LIVE FOREVER!” while Alex picked the other two people. I was sharing the mic with another girl and it seemed like she didn’t want to hold it but I was trying my best to not seem like I was whoring the mic. I don’t know where the confidence came from but when Jack was sitting in front of me I just kind of let loose. I was singing and dancing with him and eventually just handed over the mic completely to the other girl. I walked over to Alex’s mic and sang a bit with him and danced away to try not to annoy him too much. Alex then motioned for me to come back and shared the mic with me for the rest of the song! I couldn’t completely process what was going on. My hero, the man who has saved my life countless times, was holding me and singing with me. Then he wouldn’t let go. I had no clue what was going on but I definitely had problem whatsoever with it! He dragged me around the stage and joked about how I could never leave him. Then he brought me over to Rian and handed me his pic and they told me when to play. After he hugged me and told me how I did an amazing job. These are the most important words I’ve ever heard in my entire life. After when we were leaving the stage, I hugged Danny and was greeted by a shit ton of fans saying things like “oh my god you were amazing” and “wow you’re my idol!”. I’ve never hugged so many strangers in my entire life. This whole experience and response has really inspired me and I am so thankful for All Time Low and their fans.
I’m a neutral SamCait shipper. I always have been. I’m a cautious person by nature, an overthinker, patient in the long run (impatient in the short), and rarely count my chickens before they hatch. I’m sure I have a gut … it’s down there somewhere … but my brain is very skilled at making me rethink all my feelings until I’ve attached them to (my own) logic.
What I do ship, wholeheartedly, is love. Any kind of love.This is why I cry at weddings. This is why I watch home makeover shows and cry when entire communities come together to help individual families.This is why the connection between a horse and his rider makes me cry. I am that person, seated at a concert, watching the musicians play, brought to tears by the passion they have for their craft.
And this is why, when I watch Sam and Cait in interviews, I’m usually smiling along with them. Are they a real life couple? I don’t know. But there is love there, romantic or not, and it makes me happy to see it.
I joined Tumblr to talk about Outlander, discovered this fine group of ladies, and have never looked back. You are a lovely, heartfelt, funny bunch, and I thank you for letting me stay.
But this is what I wanted to say - no one can tell you how to feel. Not an author, not a producer, not a tweeter, not an actor. Can they ask you to stay in your own lane? Sure. Can they ask you to be extra considerate of others’ feelings even in the midst of disappointment or anger or disillusionment? Yes.
But can someone else control how you feel, your enjoyment of something, your beliefs, your hopes?
The world can be an incredibly dark place. Don’t let it dim your light.