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Local lesbian attempts to find good lighting and angle to show off her, hand-me-down-from-her-6-feet-tall-cousin, pants. Fails.

Because Jesus and Daryl are apparently ruining my life now, here are ~600 words of not-so-forced bed sharing and cuddles.

“You can stay with us tonight. I’ll take the couch.”

Daryl lay there in the dark for minutes or hours, thinking about the last time he’d washed blood from his hair. He’d watched it swirl down the drain of the shower in Jesus’ trailer. After, Jesus gave him clothes and a bed and curled up on the floor beside it. Before sleep came to take him, Daryl had wanted to roll over and invite him in.

Now, he couldn’t push the thoughts from his mind. Jesus upstairs, curled up in the bed Daryl hadn’t slept in for weeks. He wondered if the sheets smelled musty, and then he couldn’t stop wondering. He would just go check, just in case. Offer Jesus a new set from the hall closet and then return to the couch in the living room.

Jesus was awake with the door half open when Daryl knocked.

“You can come in, Daryl.” Daryl knew he was smiling before he could even see Jesus’ face.

“Just wanted to see if you needed anything.” Daryl clicked the door shut behind him.

“Yeah,” Jesus said, casually leaning against the headboard, “I can’t sleep either.”

Daryl hesitated in the doorway, then realized waiting for an invitation into his own room was ridiculous. He took the armchair in the corner. In the lamplight, Jesus was half in shadow on the bed.

“You worried about what’s going to happen?” Jesus asked.

“Nah. We got the guns.” Daryl thought of Dwight languishing in his cell and resisted the urge to laugh. “They should be worried about us.”

There was another long stretch of silence. Daryl watched Jesus fold his hands across his belly in the half-light. His toes flexed against the covers.

“You can have your bed back if you really want it.”

“S’alright,” Daryl said, standing and making his way to the door.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Come on. This bed is a lot bigger than the one in my trailer.”

Daryl paused with his back turned, then actually started blushing. Before he could talk himself out of it, Jesus was making room for him on the bed, and Daryl was squeezing himself into one tight corner, nearly falling from the edge.

“Better, right?”

Daryl reached over and clicked off the lamp, hiding his blush in the dark. “I’ve slept on worse.”

Jesus laughed. “Have you ever let your guard down? Just wondering.”

“Have you?”

“I thought that’s what I was doing when I invited you into this bed.”

Daryl turned his head, but couldn’t see Jesus through the dark. He turned on his side then, away from Jesus, and closed his eyes. He was busy thinking about the last time anyone had held him close in the dark, years and years ago, when Jesus reached out a hand.

“Daryl,” he said, touching Daryl’s shoulder with the tips of his fingers. He shifted closer and flattened his palm. “Is this okay?”

Daryl didn’t speak, but shifted back toward the contact. Jesus moved his hand lower, slinked his arm around Daryl’s waist, and Daryl pressed his whole body into Jesus’ warmth. Jesus was smaller than him, but Daryl felt entirely surrounded, bound by the safety of the arm pulling tighter around his middle.

“If you want me to stop, I will,” Jesus breathed against Daryl’s neck.

“No,” Daryl choked out. “Don’t stop.”

Daryl slept soundly after that, dreams quiet and calm for the first time in years. For once, there was no blood. Only Jesus wrapped around his back, warm against his shoulders, their fingers tangling together on top of the covers.

Days Of Summer


jk, but it is on the lighter side! The ever loved rock camp au, insipred by the masterpiece that was Camp Rock. Idk if you have me to blame or @hannah-nobody, but you are all welcome either way. 

This here is the collab her and I have been talking about for forever, and now we’re posting it in an attempt to make ourselves actually fucking finish it, but there is no motivator like disappointment.

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  • a beautiful coming of age story - ny times 
  • one giant shit post - person

Quick notes - Every chapter will have a set of songs to go along with it, all being added to this spotify playlist with each chapter! All genres are used, and we hope it will be as cringey as possible!

Summer has arrived, and with it the start of the two month long music camp; Fairy Tail! Full of new songs, friends, and adventures, the campers learn things they never knew about themselves and one another. And just how easy it is to sneak booze and a full sized karaoke machine out into the middle of the woods.

Camp Rock!AU

Pairing: Nalu, Gajevy, Gruiva, others mentioned; Fairy Tail

Words: 5631

Rating: T

Parts: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter ThreeChapter Four

Chapter One: The Start of Something New

Now who’d have ever thought that

we’d both be here tonight?

Oh yeah

And the world looks so much brighter

with you by my side

The music pounded through Natsu’s veins as the last notes of the song faded away and the crowd erupted into a series of screams. The band members on stage smiled as they tossed various mementos to their mud-splattered fans; picks, drumsticks, water bottles. Hands groped desperately at the air, his own among them.

He wasn’t really paying attention. His own voice joined in with the noise as he let go of all the energy the atmosphere of the festival has stirred within him. His head tipped back and he squeezed his eyes shut as he cheered.

When the band finally left the stage, Natsu looked around. He stood on his tip toes, trying to find Gajeel’s unruly mane of black hair in the sea of sweat-soaked festival-goers. When Natsu couldn’t spot him, he decided to head back to the tent.

Still on high from the previous band’s performance, Natsu made his way almost absently through the crowd. Most people lingered, waiting eagerly for the next act to come on, leading him to gently push a few people out of his way. Some people decided to sit during the break, not caring about the mud beneath them. Others remained on the shoulders of their friends, basking in the heat of the sun that had come and gone for most of the weekend.

One of the shoulder-riding music lovers caught his attention.

She was perched on someone a few people in front of him, and she was stunning. He altered his route in order to take in more of her. She was screaming as though the band were still on stage, making rock signs with her fists as she waved her arms in the air. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, but strands fell loosely on her sunburned shoulders.  A pink crop-top exposed her stomach, where someone had painted a peace sign in neon green paint around her belly button.

He grinned as she wobbled on a dark-haired boys shoulders, but the blonde’s own expression turned from laughter to panic as she lost her balance.

Instinctively, Natsu pushed through the crowd and got to her just in time to soften her fall with his own body. The two of them fell to the ground in an ungraceful heap.

“Oooooowwww,” The blonde groaned from on top of him.

She raised her head, and a splotch of mud had somehow made its way onto her cheek. Natsu stared at her in bewilderment as she looked at him, eyes wide, then giggled.

He could feel the heat in his cheeks as he became aware of her body pressed against his. He’d thrown his tattered shirt away long ago, and surprisingly he didn’t feel self-conscious going shirtless among the energetic crowd. Especially not now that the pretty blondes’ hands roamed over his bare chest. Natsu quickly sat up before he became too absorbed with her wandering hands, tightening the scarf around his neck before helping her up and sheepishly apologising.

“No, no, no,” She smiled at him, “Don’t be sorry! It was Gray’s fault. He’s so meeeean.“

The girl pouted and Natsu felt a smirk pulling at his lips. He had no idea who Gray was, but he was very glad that they’d chosen to shrug her off their shoulders, for whatever reason.

Seeing his smirk, the girl’s laughter died off and she bit her lip in thought. She stepped closer, invading his personal space. His breath hitched when she placed a hand back on his chest.

“Thanks,” She told him, her voice low, before leaning up on her tip-toes and placing a light kiss on his cheek.

Her lips were sticky with pink lip gloss, and he found himself wondering what they tasted like when she drew back.

Her hand remained on his chest.

“Y’know, you’re pretty cute,“ She mused aloud.

“Erm…” He had no idea what to reply. He’d never been called cute before.

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English Class: A Ballbusting Story

I wrote this story a longggggg time ago and I just never felt like posting it. But now I’m bored and have a bunch of stories to share, so I figure I will give you guys this one. Hope you like it/pm me any comments!

Alex was 17 years old, and a junior in high school. He was getting straight A’s at the private school that he attended. He was popular with everybody, from the students to the teachers. Most of the girls liked him, but he still did not have a girlfriend.

Alex was sitting in first period English class, with his teacher Katie, who was 24 years old, the youngest of his teachers. She was a yoga master, and she had the muscles and curves of one. It was the middle of December, and they had just suffered a recent blizzard, so most people were getting to school late, if arriving at all. Alex was alone in his class with two other girls, Clare and Erin. Both of them were in his grade, and they were extremely cute.

Clare was five foot five inches tall, with dark hair and soft skin that stayed tan through the winter. She was curved and cut like a supermodel, and she was just a beautiful. Erin was five foot eight inches tall, with blond hair in a ponytail, with breasts to brag about and a luscious ass to charm her backside. His teacher Katie was about five foot eight as well, and she had flowing blond hair and a nice smile.

Katie called the class over to the table to teach the days lesson, since there were only three students. Katie began the lesson, and sure enough, Alex began to doze off. Katie seemed to notice, and she kicked Alex in the shin under the table with her flats.

“Wake up Alex,” she said. “We are trying to learn here, and seeing as there are only three students here, you should be paying attention.” Clare and Erin giggled softly.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t sleep very well last night.” Alex replied. He knew this was no excuse.

“Well you better not fall asleep again, or the next time I kick you, it won’t be in the shin.” Katie grinned at him with a devilish grin, and the girls started giggling a little bit louder. Alex squirmed in his seat.

Once the girls stopped laughing, Clare asked, “Have you ever been kicked in the balls before?” Erin burst out laughing, but Katie didn’t silence her. She just grinned in an amused way.

“Ummm…No, why?” He replied quizzingly.

“Well, fall asleep again and you might find out.” Erin said in a coy voice.

While Alex was busy talking to the girls, he did not catch Katie sliding her slender, curved feet out of her flats.

“Ok, well I’m sure that she was joking. She is our teacher, for crying out loud!” He stated. Just then, he felt the curved arch of Katie’s foot slip into his groin, gently pressing against his testicles.

“Oh I wouldn’t be so sure.” She stated, before lifting her foot away several inches, then slamming it back into his unprotected crotch. The heel of her foot caught his nuts and ground them into his pelvis. Alex howled in pain, as he double over forwards, trying to cover up his groin, but with little success, as Katie twisted and mashed his balls under her heel, with a sexy smile on her face. Erin and Clare’s jaws both dropped as they watched the scene unfold. Alex thought for sure that they would tell his teacher to stop, but they didn’t. They both exchange glances and began to smile as his balls were helplessly squashed under Amanda’s bare foot.

Clare looked over at his teacher. “Oh my god, Katie! I never thought you would actually do that!” She exclaimed, with a smile on her face.

“Yeah, look at him struggle!” Erin giggled.

“You guys like that? I used to do this to my boyfriend all the time, so I know all the moves and tricks to make a guy’s testicles hurt.” Katie replied in a proud voice. “Do you guys want to give this a shot? I just got an email from the principle, and it doesn’t look like anybody else is going to be coming in today.”

The girls exchanged glances again, grinning wide. “We would love to!” Replied Erin. Alex struggled and tried to remove the petite foot from between his legs, but Katie was strong, and she wouldn’t budge.

“Alright, then you two slip off your shoes and let’s get this party started.” Katie exclaimed enthusiastically.

Clare looked a little bit off-put. “Do we have to take our shoes off? I feel like that would be kind of weird.”

“Well, trust me when I say this, because I have had experience, but the arch of a bare foot will bend more easily, allowing you to curve your foot around his balls so they don’t have anywhere to go when you squash them.” She slipped her other foot up and placed her sole over his mouth and pressed his lips closed. She then slid her foot away from his groin, and before Alex could move his hands to protect himself, she smashed her foot back into his nuts. Alex tried to scream with pain, but Katie’s other foot was smothering his mouth.

Katie giggled. “It tickles your foot when they try to yell but your foot won’t let them.”

“Ok, I’ll take my shoes off as long as I can hit him in the balls.” Clare said.

“Oh yeah, one more thing.” Katie butted in. “His pants are coming off as well.” She stood up and walked over to Alex. She bent over so Alex could get a good look at her cleavage as she undid his zipper. Then she yanked his pants off with such force that his boxers came off with them.

Erin and Clare both giggled and blushed as they got a good look at his package. They didn’t have a long time to look, for Katie, now standing over him in front of his chair, lifted her right foot and stomped her toes right on top of his testicles. She leaned forwards on his balls, which were trapped against the chair. The pain that Alex felt was piercing, but a throbbing ache at the same time. Katie had caught his nuts perfectly under her toes.

Erin and Clare slipped off their Ugg’s, which they were both wearing. Clare’s feet were small and tanned, just as he had expected. Erin’s feet were perfectly curved, and both of their feet had smooth arches.

“So what do we do?” Asked Erin curiously. She and Clare observed Katie flattening Alex’s nuts underneath her pink painted toes. She removed her foot from his balls, and Alex breathed a sigh of relief as he put his hands over his aching balls.

“Well,” said Katie. “You can make him do whatever you want him to. You just have to remember that you control his manhood right now, and that if he ever wants to have kids, he has to do everything you say.”

“I’ll go first.” Said Clare. She walked up to him until she was standing right in front of him. She had on a pair of skinny jeans and a tee shirt. She stood in front of him menacingly looking at his hands, which were covering his damaged nuts.

“Move your hands.” She demanded, staring Alex straight in the eye. Alex didn’t move his hands, and he averted her piercing gaze. Clare was growing impatient. “I said move your hands!” She yelled. Katie walked over and grabbed his hands and jerked them away from his nuts, which were now unprotected.

“Well now, Alex,” She whispered seductively. “Since you’ve been so uncooperative, I’m going to make this hurt. Now stand up!” Alex, with his hands being held by Katie behind his back, could do nothing but obey. Clare raised her leg so that her bare foot hovered inches away from his nuts. She then moved her foot forward gently and gave his balls a tap, and Alex winced. Clare could barely conceal her grin as she wound up her foot behind her, and then swung it forwards with as much force as her soccer-toned legs could muster.

The top of her foot slammed into his balls, pressing them back up into Alex’s pelvis with tremendous force. Alex went teary-eyed with pain, and he slumped forwards to the ground, his eyes just inches from Clare’s small feet. She then bent down and rolled him over with her hands. She walked down towards his legs, which she picked by the ankles, one in each hand. She raised her left foot into the air, and then stomped down onto his testicles with all her might. She grinded his balls under the arch of her foot, causing Alex to scream in pain. She lifter her foot and stomped once more, then again, and again, and again once more. Alex was now crying as his nuts begged for mercy from Clare’s bare feet.

“You know, Katie, you are right. When I was grinding his balls under my arch, I was able to crush them with much more force than with shoes.” Clare said. She sat down between Alex’s spread legs, and lifted her feet into his crotch, where they rested against his balls. “See, Alex? My feet must have just been designed for this day, just to rest perfectly in your crotch. Moreover, how does it feel, being brought to your mercy by my small feet. How could such delicate instruments do so much damage to your poor, vulnerable testicles?” She grabbed his ankles once more and leaned back until her head was resting on the floor, her feet being pressed perfectly into his nuts with terrifying power.

Alex groaned with pain. He looked down at his balls, but all he could see where her feet cradling his nutsack, and his penis resting on her toes and she squashed his crown jewels. Clare lessened the pressure on his balls, and lifted her feet high into the air. She then brought her bare heels down onto his testicles with all her might, flattening them against the floor. Alex cried from the pain, and then he blacked out.



         Alex awoke back in his chair, his balls screaming with pain. He saw Erin sitting on the desk in front of him, her crossed legs bobbing back and forth. She was wearing light grey sweatpants and a long sleeved cotton shirt. She tilted her bare feet back and forth in the air, her toes painted light blue. He saw no sign of Katina and Amanda, but their shoes were gone.

         “Hello, Alex.” Erin said with a mischievous grin on her face. “How are your balls?” Alex couldn’t help but look down to make sure they were still there. He could see that they were intact, although he was almost dying from the pain. The whole time he was looking at his balls, he could see Erin’s bare right foot dangling back and forth in the air, hovering ominously over his balls.

         “Well now, let’s get started, shall we?” Erin questioned. She uncrossed her legs and raised her right foot to Alex’s mouth. Her toes pressed lightly against his lips. “I want you to do me a favor.” She said. “You are going to open your mouth and suck my toes right here, right now.” Alex was revolted by the idea, and he refused to open his mouth.

         “Oh,” Erin said in a disappointed voice. “I figured you might be like this.” She moved her toes all over his face, from his lips to his cheeks to his eyes. She slid his eyelids shut with her toes and held them there. Alex did not know what was going on until he felt Erin’s heel fly into his unguarded groin. He almost threw up from the sudden pain, and he tried to open his eyes, but her toes pressed a little bit harder and he was unable to. All Alex could hear was the sound of his own screams, and all he could feel was Erin’s cool toes pressing gently into his eyes, which was rather lovely compared to the crushing heel flattening his nuts.

         “So, right now, Katie and Clare are out of the classroom making sure things are going ok and we aren’t discovered here.” She removed her heel from his nuts and relaxed her foot against his nutsack. “Since nobody is here to monitor us, if you do not do what I say, I will press down so hard on your testicles that they will break, and you will never have kids, or another orgasm, ever.” She enunciated the word testicles, and as she did so, she pressed her foot a little harder into his jewels. “Now I think you should open your mouth and suck my toes, because if you don’t, the consequences will be grave.”

         Alex was terrified, but he opened his mouth. Erin removed her foot from his eyelids and slid her big toe into his mouth. “Now start sucking.” She commanded. Alex rolled his tongue around her big toe, sucking as if it were a Popsicle. Erin stared deep into his eyes the whole time, and he forced himself to stare back. Her sexy blue eyes showed pleasure, but they also gleamed with the power that she had over him.

         Erin slid her big toe out of his mouth and moved the other four in. Alex ran his tongue between her petite toes, sliding his tongue in the gaps between. Erin leaned back in clear bliss. After a few minutes, Erin removed her right foot from his mouth. Just as soon as Alex thought he was done, she raised her left foot from his groin and moved it into his mouth.

         When he finished sucking Erin’s toes, she stood up. “Time to get up.” She said, and Alex obeyed, fearing what Erin might do to his balls if he didn’t. Alex loomed four inches taller than Erin, but she held all the power in this situation. With that, she pushed him gently back towards the wall, which he stood solemnly against. She stood up on her blue painted toes, and tiptoed towards him, until she was looking at him at eye level.

         Erin walked right up to where Alex was pressed against the wall, and their noses almost touched. Alex thought that Erin wanted to kiss him, seeing as her breasts were pressed right up onto his chest. She leaned in as if to kiss him, but right when their lips brushed against each other, she shot her hand down into his nutsack, catching him in a death grip. Alex gasped for air but was unable to scream. Erin squeezed the life out of his balls with her bare hands, her body still pressed up against his. She gazed into his eyes with the gentlest look that you would expect from a sympathetic girlfriend, except she was destroying his testicles instead.

         Alex started to slump down from the pain that Erin’s strong hands were wreaking on his balls, and his face wound up in Erin’s large C-cup breasts.

         “So you want a little bit of action yourself?” Erin asked with a smile. “I think your deserve a little bit of pleasure for all of the suffering you’ve been going through.” She released the death grip on his groin and stepped back. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. Before Alex’s eyes, he saw the most perfect rack on a girl he had seen yet, tucked beneath a black lace bra. Erin reached behind her back, and before he knew it, her bra was falling to the floor. Alex thought that it couldn’t get any better when she was just wearing the bra, but now it really was getting better.

         Erin cradled his head gently in her hands and guided him back to his chair, where she sat him down. She then climbed onto his lap, straddling his legs with hers. She brought his head down into her breasts. “You want to suck my tit?” She asked. “Go ahead, Alex, they’re all yours.” Alex couldn’t believe his luck. He brought his mouth down towards her left tit and began to suck. It was the greatest experience he had ever felt. He felt her tit grow hard in his mouth as he beat it with his tongue. Alex brought his other hand up towards her right tit and massaged it. For the first time since English class had started, Alex was in pure bliss.

         Erin uncurled her legs from around his waist and stood up, but she kept her tits where Alex could get them.

         “Anyway, while you have fun with my things, I’m going to have fun with your things.” Erin said as she brought her knee into Alex’s nuts. Alex immediately let go of her tits and shrieked in pain. Erin then put all of her weight on her knee, which was squashing his testicles into the chair, the same place where Amanda’s toes had done a number on his balls as well a while earlier. Alex tried to stay conscious, but once again blacked out from the pain, for the second time that day.


         When Alex awoke, he was lying flat on several desks lined up together, his arms and legs tied to the legs of the desks. His balls were on fire. He looked around trying to see if there was anybody he could call to for help, but he was alone in the classroom.

         “How are you holding up over there, Alex?” He heard Katie say. She walked out from behind the shadows and came towards him. The only clothes she had on were a lacy white bra and a white thong to match. He could see her pussy underneath. She stepped up onto the desks with her bare feet and walked over towards his face. She stopped with one foot on either side of his head, and she gazed down at him with a sexy look. She lifted her right leg and began to peel the thong off. She lifted her left leg, took the thong off completely, and threw it into the corner.

         Her pussy was smooth, and there wasn’t a hair to be seen. She crouched down above his face, then got on her knees and rested on his chest. Alex was absolutely mesmerized by her pussy, and Katie knew it. She slid herself forwards until her muscular thigh muscles clamped around his ears, so he couldn’t hear a thing. She rested her pussy right on top of his mouth, and without even asking, he took her clit into his mouth and ran his tongue up and down its length. As he was doing so, Katie took off her bra. Her tits were not as big as Erin’s but they were still marvelous.

         “Give me a foot massage.” Katie said. She took his hands gently and put them onto the well-rounded heels of her feet, which were resting near Alex’s shoulders. Alex moved his hands up and down her feet, pressing into her soles. While he was doing this, he slid his tongue deep into her pussy, licking and absorbing its juices. Katie moaned with pleasure, and she reached behind her towards his cock, which had become hard. She pulled a tub of Vaseline from what seemed like nowhere, and she put some on her hands. She grabbed his cock with her strong hands and began pumping up and down vigorously.

         Alex intertwined his fingers with her toes and tongue-fucked her pussy even harder and she pumped her hand faster and faster on his cock. She screamed with delight as he licked viciously with his tongue, and he felt that his nuts were about to blow. He unleashed his payload all over her hands, and the pumping slowed down to a gentle massage. She stood up and got off the desk. She got a pair of scissors and cut the ties that were holding him to the desk. She put some hand sanitizer on her hands to get the Vaseline off as he started to stand up.

         Alex turned to look at Katie just in time to see her bare foot come flying into his testicles. He screamed with pain like never before, as he had just emptied his payload and his balls were feeling bad enough as it is. He crumpled to the ground with no life force left in him, and he rolled on his side. Katie then picked him up off the ground, and she then lied down and took his place. She positioned him so that he was standing directly above her naked pussy. She curled her left leg up towards her, and slowly extended it up into his groin, putting her legs at a 90-degree angle. Her knee was bent since she was not extending her leg fully yet.

         Alex knew he was in real trouble, since Katie was a strong, flexible yoga master, and probably knew some good ways to make him hurt while getting a nice stretch in. Before he had the chance to do anything, she straightened her left leg so that his balls were cradled between the bottom of his pelvis and the sole of her foot. His whole body weight was on his balls now, and he screamed with agony. She took his hands in hers and looked him in the eye.

         “I know that you are only 17 years old, and I know that you should have plenty more sexual experiences in your life to come, but I think that our sexual encounter is perfectly sufficient for your needs. Therefore, this is going to be the last one you will ever have.” She then leaned back towards the ground, pulling his hands and rolling him forward with her. So much pressure was building on his balls that he felt them start to give between her sexy sole and his pelvis.

         “Say goodbye to your testicles, Alex.” Katie said. He then heard two loud pops, accompanied by an excruciating pain in his groin, and he blacked out.

anonymous asked:

FUCK YEAH STEVIE!!! Okay how about one with a depressed reader who's usually super optimistic and peppy but one weekend she falls into a deep depression and Steve gets worried and finds out about her depression and is there for her. Idk I know this is vague but this happened to me a couple weekends ago so... Yeah. :)

Awh love, I’m sorry! My ask box has an anon for a reason - if you need to rant to me without exposing your identity, if you want. 

A/N: Steve and Reader will have something between best friends and a new relationship in this one-shot. They know they have feelings for the other, but it’s a slowish burn??? I feel as if this is really shite-ly written because I’ve been so out of it, apologies.

Warnings: Reader (obviously) has depression, no smut at all, just fluffy goodness 

Word count: 1288

Originally posted by sensualkisses

You struggled with depression since you were in your early teens, you were used to the waves hitting you, but this one felt heavier than usual. You usually were peppy and optimistic around your teammates, hiding what slowly hurt you inside, not letting it out unless you were one hundred percent alone.

It had been a good few weeks since the last major, tiring wave. You were just minding your own business, having fun with the gang, then boom! Your depression came down on you like a bucket of cold water, your shoulders slumped and your head hung as all happy thoughts of the week dissipated into nothingness.

You had been in the kitchen cooking with Natasha before she retired to her room, dragging a very tired looking Bucky behind her. This left you and Steve alone. The radio played a soft static tune as you sluggishly cleaned the dishes.

Everything okay, Y/N?” You heard Steve ask, his voice soft behind you as his tall frame towering behind yours and his hands made their way to gently glide across your shoulders.

Steve was your best friend, well, somewhere between best friend and potential future something. You held a strong bond between one another, and if you were paired on a mission, you would try your best to cover each other. Sometimes you could tell when he was tired or sad, and you used your wit and will to cheer him up.

Yeah, Stevie, just…uh.. little tired. I’m gonna head to bed, alright? Don’t stay up too long, you’re grumpy when you don’t have enough sleep.” You tip toe and place a light kiss on the corner of his mouth.

G’night, darlin’.” Steve murmured, giving you a brief but tight hug, and you tried not to crumble in his arms right there and then as his hands slowly slipped from your back.

You heave a sigh as you walk away, you could tell that the line between your brows was prominent, because you literally had to will yourself to relax your facial features.

You sniffled a little, knowing full well the tears would soon cascade down your cheeks. As you approached your door, you heard FRIDAY speak out to you.

Miss L/N, I’ve done a heat scan on your brain and it shows that you’re having severe signs of emotional distress-

It’s okay FRIDAY, just another episode, it’ll soon pass.” You cut her off, and as you entered and shut the bedroom door you sunk to the laminate flooring buried your head in your hands.

You were doing so well, what happened? You thought.

You covered your mouth as the shoulder-quaking sobs came out. You sat there, sad, hopeless, annoyed at yourself. Why did you have to be cursed with this horrible mental illness? Why did you have to have it for so long? Why didn’t medication ever work? You let the first part of the wave ride out slowly, letting the tears fall and dry as you sat there.

After a few minutes, you decided to take a shower, it would make you feel better, hopefully. You plugged in your phone and left it on the dresser, making your way to the bathroom. You run the water, and you undressed, not daring to look in the mirror, solely because you knew all the self-esteem that you had worked so hard on would fly out the window.

Ten minutes later, you stepped out of the shower, you felt clean and refreshed, but the weight of depression still hung heavy on your shoulders. You pulled on a t-shirt that Steve had let you borrow, and some underwear and sweat pants, curling up under the duvet.

You felt your phone vibrate a few minutes later, it was from Steve.

Knockidy knock the bailiff is here.

You’re funny, Steve. Come in. You replied, and the door opened to reveal your favourite person clad in a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants too.

You sat up under the covers, patting the spot next to you. Steve maneuvered around the bed to come and sit next to you, you looked up at him with a small, forced smile as he shifted so his legs were under the duvet.

Look at us, we’re twinning. What brings you to my humble abode tonight, Steve?” You ask, your brows raised in curiosity.

You seemed so happy an hour ago, then I could tell something dropped. You wanna talk about it, doll?

If… If I tell you this, Steve, you’ve gotta promise it doesn’t leave this room, okay?” You held out your pinky finger and he took it in his. ‘I promise’ he said, his voice just below a whisper.

I have depression, and… that’s the reason I’m so low right now and I know I’m always optimistic but-

Steve tugged you into his warm embrace, mumbling into your hair that it was all he needed to know. He rubbed your back with small circles as he tugged you onto his lap, making you curl into a ball as he held you, and you let the tears rip through you.

Ho-ow do you c-cope with it all, Steve? How do you- do you manage all the c-cameras and whatnot?” you hiccuped, wiping away a stray tear.

I block it all out, I… Ever since Bucky…And the war… I-” Steve couldn’t find the words, and you snuggled into him deeper, your nose nuzzled into his neck as your tears subsided.

It’s okay, I shouldn’t have asked.” You felt two plump lips press a kiss to your forehead, lingering just a little longer than usual.

Although we all have our own problems, you don’t have to do this on your own, I’m with you- I’m here for you if you need me and you know that, alright, doll?” You nodded against his chest. “And I, you. Steve.

You sat there silently for at least 20 minutes, basking in the silence that was paired with both your soft breaths.

Y/N, could we lay down? My back really does feel as if it’s 99 years old.

‘Course Steve.” You chuckled, shifting yourself so Steve could lay on his back, his head propped up on the pillows and you rested your head on his chest with your leg thrown over his. You traced light patterns onto the material of his t-shirt and you could feel the muscles ripple beneath it.

You want me to stay here with you tonight, doll? Keep you company?” Steve looked down at you, his hand still rubbing circles into your back.

Only if you wanna stay.” You rested your weight on your elbow, your face hovering a little over his. ‘Of course, I wanna stay, darlin’’ he mumbled, with new found courage mixed with sleepiness, you leaned over and placed a gentle kiss to his lips. You felt his hand come up to cup your jaw as your lips moved gently and slowly on his own, no tongue, or teeth, just lips, and sweetness.

As you pulled away you gave each other a small smile, maneuvering your body to lay on its side as you turned off the lamp. You felt Steve’s vigorous body mold against your back and you sighed in comfort, he slipped his arm to rest underneath your head as the other draped around your waist, you felt safe and the little ounce of optimism seeped into your mind once again, beginning to cover the grey cloud of depression.

I love you.” You both whispered at the same time, then you drifted off to a sweet reverie.

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Tyler Seguin - Persistent

Originally posted by mrsmariacrosby

Request: “  Can you make a Tyler Seguin one where you’re best friends and he keeps asking to date you but you’re resistant due to his reputation but he doesn’t stop trying and eventually you cave in? Hope you’re having a good day ❤️ “

idk about this one man. Hope you enjoy!

Warning: None

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In The Heat Of The Moment

Summary: Spiderman meets another vigilant in an inconvenient way and they team up, not knowing they’d get a lot closer than just teammates.

Warnings: Hella fluff and kisses.


Originally posted by stallingdemons

Originally posted by deathbyjung

“So, which one of you guys called and ordered a kick in the ass?” Spiderman says as we land in the building the robbery was going on.

“W-What? You said Spiderman wouldn’t come!” One of the masked guys said.

    I was hidden in the ceiling as they argued. I crawl quietly behind one of the robbers and suffocate him silently, arm-locking him by the throat, he struggles a little but soon fall down unconscious. As Spiderman keeps distracting them, I manage to do the same with two more of them. There was three to go. But they noticed me before I could put them to sleep.

“So it’s true? Spiderman got a girlfriend now?” One of the says befor chuckle.

“S-She’s not my girlfriend” He stutters.

“Oh, in that case, you won’t mind if I hurt her a bit”

    As soon as the guy says that he pulls out a baton and tries to hit me. I dodge the attacks and kick his arm in hope he would drop the weapon. He doesn’t. I’m occupied with this guy while Spiderman fights the other two. The guy attacks me until my back hit a wall, that’s when I knew I had to make a plan, quickly. He tries to hit my head and I get down, kicking his leg so he falls, dropping the weapon aside. I get on top of him and aim a punch in his head, in the last second though, he dodges it and I hit the floor. I only whine trying to hide the real pain. He throws me off of him and tries to grab the baton again but Spiderman catches it with his web before he can do it.

“No one ever told you it’s not nice to hit a lady?” Spidey says before knocking him out and locking him in his web “You okay, Cheshire?”

“Yeah… Just hurt my knuckles with that punch on the floor… Should’ve seen it coming that he would dodge”

    He takes my hand on his and caress the forming bruises with his gloved thumbs. I flinch when he presses it a little stronger and I feel a light pain.

“I’m sorry! So sorry!” I chuckle.

“It’s okay… It might just ruin my chance at the arcade tomorrow… What will give my friend a reason to mock me since I’ve been bragging that I’d win him at all games”


   It’s all he says. I bite my lower lip and twist my wrist a couple of times, open my hand and closing it a couple of times to ease the pain.

“Uhm… Can you take me home? I gotta wrap this up and get back before my parents notice I’m gone, they’re kinda getting suspicious”

“Yeah! Of course!” Quickly he grabs my waist and pulls me closer, I squeal as he starts swinging us suddenly.

“Woah, calm down, spidey, this way you might drop me” I say half joking hald deadly serious.

“So… You’d be falling for me?” He says sheeply. My eyes widen as I look at his masked face before I giggle.

“Uhm, sure, whatever” I say between giggles and smiles.

    The ride back home was way more shorter than I expected. I liked the way it felt to be in his arms, and how his grip would tighten a bit when he had to take a turn in a street. And the weather was great so the scenario was ironically perfect. We land in my building roof. He doesn’t let me go though. His arms still around me, holding me against his chest as if I could become one with him. That was weird.

“You okay, spidey?” I ask truly concearned.

“I-I…” He starts, stuttering like always “Sorry I let you got hurt” He says fast as if to try to stop stuttering but I get it.

“It wasn’t your fault, it was mine, I was the stupid who punched the floor and-”

“You’ve been helping me for over a month now and not once I’ve never let you get hurt” He cuts me off.

    I open my mouth and shut it a couple of times, not knowing what to say at the sudden confession. I put one hand on his cheek and make his big masked eyes look at me. I stand on my toes to press a light kiss on his mask where his lips should be. He stares at me for a while, I was probably a blushing mess, and wondering if he was the same. His arms loosen up around and I get out of his grisp. I walk slowly to the fire escape and get to my bedroom through the window. I take off my suit and bandage my fist. As I get ready for bed I couldn’t stop thinking about what I did. This might haunt me for the rest of my life.

“Hey, mom! Hey, dad! I’m going to the arcade to meet Ned and Betty and I don’t know when I’ll get back”

“Who’s Betty?” Collen asks.

“Ned’s girlfriend, yeah, I’ll be third wheeling, but Ned said he’d pay for the food and games so I’m going”

“Oh, okay, sure” She nods.

“What happened to your fist?” My dad asks before I can leave the room.

“I was training some moves in my room and hit the wall by accident” I shrug and lie the best I can.

“Do you want me to do something about it?”

“Can be later, dad? I’m kinda already late”

“Sure thing,  xiǎolóng”

“Oh, look who finally decided to show up!” Ned says sarcastically.

“So funny, Leeds, I’m here, ain’t I?”

“Yes! So let’s get this started!” 

    I give Betty a shy hug and say hello like a normal person. Peter Parker was hidden beside Ned, I tilt my head and wave him hello, he smiles lightly before lowering his head. How cute.

“So… How’s this going to be?” I ask.

“We’ll be teams and Betty will record on her cellphone the scores, at the end, the coupl- team! Who gets the higher scores in more machines get to choose what we’ll eat”

“That’s brilliant! I bet Betty was the one who came up with this idea, am I right?” Ned rools his eyes before handing me the arcade chips “C’mon, Peter, let’s make some scores!”

    I say running through the video games and looking for a perfect one to start. While looking around I feel his presence hovering beside me. I asked him to help me find the video game and soon he’s looking around the arcade too.

“Oh, it’s right there” He says shyly pointing to a certain direction.

“Oh, yay! Come on!” I take his hand and we run to the video game.

    I knew Ned was trying to set me up with his best friend for a while. Usually I’d get mad and yell at Ned for trying to set me up with someone without my knowledge. But Peter is cute. We’ve made a few projects together, and I’d always greet him in the hallways just to see his smile. And we’ve got video games and food for free. You can’t deny that.

“Is your hand okay?” Peter asks as we stand in front of an old game.

“Oh! Uhm… Yeah, I just hurt it while training at home”

    I put the arcade ship on the machine and the game get started. I move the character from side to side and shoot some enemies. But when I have to move forward or backwards, I’d take a little more pressure on my hand. What makes my knuckles hurt a bit and I winced silently in pain from time to time.

“H-Here… Let me h-help…” I hear Peter stuttering behind me.

    Before I could ask how he would help, he takes the joystick of my hurt hand and holds me still by the waist with his other hand. I open my mouth in shock for a bit. But then, he was making the character win. And just like that, as Peter makes the character move I’d shoot and hit the enemies. I’d bite my lip when I thought I couldn’t do it, but when I did I’d squeal in happiness and could hear the boy behind me chuckle.

    When a certain tough level came on. I see that Peter was struggling a bit to make right moves and almost making us get killed. I panic for a bit and by instinct place my hand on top of his. He tensed up a bit, I could tell, but he soon relaxs and his grip on my waist gets firmer.

“T-This feels surreal…” I hear him mutter.

“What feels surreal?”

“You… In my arms… You’re one of the prettiest girls at school and every guy wants you… And yet, you’re here” He stops himself.

“I’d rather be with you than with anyone of the jocks at school, Peter”

    I look up at him over my shoulder, and he was already looking down at me. He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times but not saying anything. I smile at his cuteness. He does too. He surprises me by leaning in and capturing my lips on his. I froze at first, but he gave me time to kiss him back. I bring one hand to his neck as his arm sneaks around my waist pressing me closer to his chest. The game long gone forgotten. We pull apart slowly. He steals a few pecks on my lips making me smile.

“Should we have done that? I mean… It’s our first date… And we didn’t even know that” He says a bit confused making me giggle.

“I don’t know… But I’m glad we did it” I say returning my focus to the game, afraid to what his reaction would be. He presses a quick kiss on my cheek before playing the game with me.

    It’s true what they say about first kisses. You feel butterflies in your stomach, a wave of eletricity go through your whole body, etc. You feel all of that if you do it with the right person. And believe me, Peter was the right person.

    We played a lot, the whole night was all about video games, and Peter and I couldn’t get enough. When it seemed like we’ve played all the video games available we sat in the restaurant part of the arcade and waited for Ned and Betty. As we were sat side by side, Peter told me a lot of embarassing stories he’s been through with Ned, I’d laugh about it from time to time.

“Do you think Ned and Betty are almost done?” I ask after a time laughing.

“I don’t know… Betty’s not pretty good at arcade games, but Ned is, so I don’t know if they’ll take too long”

“What are we gonna do until they come back?” I turn myself to him.

“I have somethings in mind….”

“And… Here I thought you were shy…” I say when his face gets closer to mine.

“You give me confidence” 

    Our lips were already brushing as I smile at his statement. He kisses me once again. He had one hand in the back of my chair as the other one was caressing my arm. I had one hand on his thigh. There was a lot happening around us, but all I could focus was on how our lips danced together, how his touch would send waves all through my body, and how he’d let out this soft sounds when my hand squeezes his thigh a little bit.

“Dude! We’re in public here!” We heard Ned’s voice and soon pull apart embarassed.

“Sorry, man, but hey, it was your idea” Peter defends while I look away and touch around my lips with my fingertips to clean up the mess from the kiss. Peter’s mouth were a bit red and swollen too.

    Peter and I have won. So we ordered the food. The rest of the night was peaceful and funny. This was technically a double date if you figured. Peter and Ned would argue about some science stuff and Betty and I would only admire their passions while talking about it.

    By the end of the night. Betty drove us home (she had gotten a car from her last birthday). Peter insisted in letting me at the door. Betty and Ned were waiting at the car, obviously spying on us as we shyly said goodbye.

“See you monday at school?” He asks shrugging and I smile.

“Sure, Peter” 

    He was suddenly nervous and with the hands on his pockets. I pull him by his neck towards me and kiss him once more. He seemed relieved as if this was his dilemma. His hands leave his pockets to find solace around my waist. When we pull apart he had this goofy smile on his face. 

“Good night, Peter”

“Good night, Y/N”

    And like that. I unlock the front door of the building and get inside. Smiling and trying to contain my blush as my mind were filled with thoughts of Peter. In the elevator while going up I felt like I was going straight to heaven. Everytime I remembered the feeling of his lips against mine the butterflies in my stomach would go mad, and that made me giggle everytime. As I reached my apartment, mom and dad were watching something in the tv. Mom was long asleep.

“How was the arcade?” Dad asks quietly.

“Great! I won Ned in every game… And… He set me up with his best friend… So I kinda had my first kiss” My dad smiles brightly at the statement and asks for a hi-five.

“That’s awesome, xiǎolóng!”

“Thanks, dad! Don’t tell mom, okay? I’m gonna head to bed, love you”

    I say kissing mom’s head and my dad’s forehead before running to my room. I heard dad saying ‘love you too’ the loudest he could get without waking mom up.


Dean x Reader

Summary: You and Dean reenact the pottery scene from the movie Ghost.

Warnings: Implied sexual content.

Requested by @feelmyroarrrr 

A/N: Holy smokes, this request took literally months to get out. I hope it was worth the wait! Thanks for being so patient with me :) The story is pretty short and to the point (I hope that’s okay!)

Originally posted by ohmysupernatural


The cool sensation of the wet clay seeps through your fingers as you shape the vase. The soft sounds of the Righteous Brothers’ Unchained Melody flow through the quiet bunker. 

The vase finally begins to take its form before Dean speaks. “Didn’t know you were into pottery.”

You turn to look at your boyfriend, your hands still gently shaping the clay. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Winchester.”

He grins, sitting behind you. His hands gently stroke your arms and sides and you turn around to peck his lips. 

Dean’s eyes curiously trace over your mesmerizing fingers. Playfully, he taps the clay, forcing it to fall over.

You choke out a laugh at Dean’s horrified face. “Baby, it’s alright. We can reshape it.” 

You grab Dean’s rough hands and hover them over the fallen clay. “Now you’re ready”, you smile after you wet his hands with water. Your much smaller hands connect with the clay again, and Dean’s aren’t far behind. 

His long fingers rub alongside yours as he entwines your hands together and his warm breath falls on your exposed neck, causing you to shiver. 

Soon enough, his lips fall onto your neck, leaving hot kisses on the skin. You let out a sigh, the clay completely forgotten as it falls over again.

Turning your head, you let your lips meet with his in a deep kiss. Your clay soaked hands cup his face, leaving two light gray hand-prints. His hands immediately land on your hips and leave behind similar marks, but neither of you care.

As he picks you up, you can’t help but laugh. “Should I call you Patrick Swayze?”

Dean playfully shrugs before his hands are on you again. And, by the end of the night, both your and Dean’s bodies are covered head to toe with light gray smudges. 

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bluelavenderthings  asked:

Can you write something where Betty and Jughead get emancipated and move into FPs trailer together, and Betty makes the trailer their home

“Hey, Jughead. It’s done. Yeah. I’m finally free…. Meet me at the trailer?” Betty asked into her new silver iPhone. She had a giant smile plastered onto her face as she bit her lip and pressed the red ‘end’ button. 

She whipped herself around to face the rickety trailer. She ran up the few steps and threw herself into the door. She wrapped her arms around her chest and smiled proudly. For the past week, Betty has been cleaning up FP’s trailer for both of them to live in. He had been emancipated for a while now, and Betty just finished the paperwork. 

She went through everything in the house to make sure every part of it is clean. There were fresh new flowers on the now dusted coffee table. The couch was pushed up against the wall and the pillows were neatly fluffed, and the rips that use to be all over them were covered by colourful patches. The bed in the bedroom was neatly made, and there were books lined up on all of the shelves. The whole house was vacuumed and had a faint scent of peaches and cream, Betty’s shampoo scent. The kitchen looked brand new. The appliances were shining and the windows were completely see through. There were fresh flowers through out the house and the coats and shoes were neatly placed near the door. 

Betty smiled at her hard work and flopped down on the fluffy couch, grabbing her phone to call Veronica.

“Hey V.” Betty said throughout the phone.

“Hey B. Hows the no parent life?”

“Pretty good. Jug is meeting me here any second.”

“Ooh… Have you told him your moving into the trailer yet?”

“No. I’m telling him when he gets here. I cleaned it yesterday when he was at the football game.” Betty said, playing with the strands of her hair. Veronica started to talk but a loud knock on the door made Betty stop her before she continued. “Sorry V, Jugs here. I’ll call you after. Yep. Okay. I promise. Bye”

Betty got up from her spot on the couch and re-fluffed the pillow she was leaning on. She brushed off her jeans with her palms and walked to the door, taking a deep breath. She opened up the creaky door and gave him a small kiss on the side of his lip.

“So Bets. Any reason you wanted to meet at this junk yard?” he said, not looking into the freshly clean trailer. 

“Well, you know that I’m no longer living with my mom? Well, I decided, that I’m going to live here. With you.” she said, losing her confidence with every word. Maybe it wasn’t as good as an idea she thought it was.

Jughead pushed past her into the trailer. He walked around, mouth agape, touching all of the newly cleaned countertops and fresh smelling flowers.

“You did this? For us?” he asked, turning to look at his beautiful girlfriend. 

“Yes. I know it’s an invasion of privacy and I shouldn’t of done it, and I should of told you, and I know you wanted to live alone… and… I’m sorry Jug.” she said, looking down at her hands, now in fists, fingernails digging into the soft flesh of her palms. 

Jughead walked towards her and grabbed her hands, pulling her fingers away from her palms. “Betty. I love it. And I love you. There is no one in the whole entire universe that I would rather live with.” he said, looking down at there intertwined hands.

Betty stood on her tip toes, planting a light kiss on his chapped lips. She let go and wrapped her hands around his neck, while he reaches down and grabbed her waist. They continued their little make out session, and halfway through Jughead pushed his hands lower and picked her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. 

And you know, the rest is history. They live together now anyway. No need to share what happens behind those doors.

Hey! I hope you liked it! I changed it a little bit because my hands just write what they want to write. Thank you so much for this prompt, it was so much fun to write :)

Imagine: General Hux realizing he loves you

For anon… Apologies for the delay, my power is now stable :) Enjoy! P.S. Sorry for the low quality gif, I couldn’t find a better one >.<

In space, it’s always nighttime. You never understood why people went to bed at a certain time everyday. It’s not like you’ll wake up bright and early with the sun shining on your face. In space, there’s no such thing as morning. You’ll never see a clear blue sky above your head or feel solid ground beneath your feet, just cold hard metal keeping you from floating away. In space, it’s timeless. There is no sun or moon to tell you what time of the day it is. Nothing to tell you when to go to sleep or to wake you up gently. Time is nonexistent in space. 

You’ve always lived on a space station or a space ship. You’ve always looked out of a window at other planets, separated by several inches of glass. You’ve always yearned to feel soil beneath your toes and natural light on your cheeks. You’ve always felt the cold and eery atmosphere of a dark spacecraft, forbidding any warmth to seep through it’s walls. You’ve always been isolated from sunshine and happiness, condemned to the harsh lifestyle of a soldier of the First Order. You’ve always lived in space. 

“Commander, Storm Troopers are waiting for your directions.” Said a sharp voice, familiarity tugging at your ears. You turned your head to the sound of the voice and looked up. It was Hux. 

“S-Sorry.” You replied slowly and quietly, turning again to the thick window. You stared out at the far off planets, feeling the same knot you’ve always felt. The First Order would sooner or later destroy them. Those planets had sided with the Resistance. You felt a pang of fear and misery for them. 

Armitage Hux stepped beside you and looked out of the window, his eyes darting to glance at you every few seconds. His shoulder was touching yours slightly. 

“This is the third time you done this since last week.” He said softly, or as softly as he could. You felt his concern and almost smiled. 

“I know.” You grumbled. “And I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” 

Hux shifted his weight from one foot to the other and locked his hands behind his back. 

“You’ve also… fallen behind on paperwork.” He said awkwardly, stealing a glance at you. You were still transfixed on the window but your gaze fell slightly as he spoke. 

“I really should start keeping up with that. Sorry.” You muttered, feeling embarrassment burn your cheeks. You were really slacking on your work lately and it was killing you. You just didn’t have the willpower to catch up with it. 

Hux chuckled. 

“That’s the third time you’ve said that.”

You looked up at him. 

“Said what?” You asked. 

“You keep apologizing, over and over again, but I don’t think you know what you’re apologizing for.” He said, a smile wrinkling his cheeks. 

You felt your voice die away and you struggled to regain it. 

“Hux, I-” 

“What’s bothering you, Y/N?” He interrupted lightly, turning towards you. His blue eyes were searching yours. 

You started to wring your hands. It was an annoying habit of yours, but whenever you got nervous, your hands would start to shake violently and the only way you could hide it was to try and draw them over each other to obscure them from view. 

You sucked in a shaky breath. 

“I want to see the sun. I want to feel it’s rays on my face and soak in every bit of their warmth. I want to look up and see a clear blue sky, painted with white clouds. I want to know what it’s like to have the sun peeking through your curtains and waking you up rather than a piercingly loud alarm clock. I want to know what it’s like to be outside while it’s daytime. I want escape this hell that I’ve called home for so many years. I’ve been isolated from warmth and comfort for too long. I need to get out. I need to see and feel real light.” 

You blurted this out all in one breath and by the time you were drawing to the end of your rant, you were gasping for air. Hux was staring at you, perplexed but at the same time fascinated. 

“I never thought,” He said after a moment, “that I could fall for someone as quickly as I have fallen for you.” 

His words sucked the air that you so desperately needed from your lungs. Your voice was caught in your throat and your cheeks started to burn again. 

Hux smiled at you, taking a step closer towards you. 

“I can take you somewhere. I can take you somewhere with sunshine and grass and trees. But you have to promise not to tell a soul.” 

You nodded, feeling your chest restrict from sudden overwhelming excitement. Hux continued. 

“I know someone. She owns a castle in the middle of a beautiful lake. I can take you there and you can feel the sun on your face and see a clear blue sky, painted with white clouds.” The General said quietly, a smile pulling at the corner of your mouth. 

As if somebody else was controlling you, you stepped forward and threw your arms around Hux’s neck, your lips smashing against his. The General stiffened but you leaned into him and you felt his arms wrap around your middle. He kissed you back, his hand flying up to hold the back of your head. 

After several long, time-freezing moments, the two of you broke apart unwillingly. He pressed his forehead against yours, his red hair falling into his eyes. You smiled and to your surprise, you had regained your voice. 

“So,” You whispered, “When are we going?” 

Hux laughed.

Locks & Doors

Title: Locks and Doors

Tags: @winchester-writes

Music Insp: Down – Marian Hill

Prompt: Abnormal Vodka – “You could have at least locked the door!”

Word Count: 2110

Warnings: Drinking, smut, swearing, unprotected sex (please use condoms in the real world!)
Pairings: Sam x Reader

A/N: Happy Birthday, Rose! I really hope this does your 21st justice! Enjoy!

Originally posted by trenchcoatedangel67


For two long months you had been confined to the backseat of the Impala and whatever grubby motel that the boys had opted to stay in as you three had been on hunt after hunt after hunt, all back to back. You were done, fed up, tired, and far too sober as you three finally shambled like the living dead back through the much missed door of the bunker. You personally had made a beeline first for the liquor cabinet, and then straight to your room, leaving the brothers to their own devices. You’d had enough of them, and trying to act cool around Sam in close quarters for a while.

Upon entering your room and tossing down your bags, you took a few quick nips of the vodka in your hands. Nothing tasted better than Abnormal in your opinion. After digging out and docking your I-pod on shuffle, you decided to hit the showers and thanked every possible entity for a steady pressurized flow of steaming hot water as track after track of your favorite playlist filled the background.

Being on an opposite dorm wing from the boys you traipsed back into your room without a second thought of your body being concealed by nothing but a thin towel. The music flowing through you and the alcohol you were steadily consuming starting to take its effect by the tingling in your toes and the light swirls in your head, a new idea popped like a firework on a dark sky into your head… ‘it’s been a while… a long while since you’ve had this time to yourself… or since you’ve taken care of your urges… now may be the time…’ Who were you to argue with your own body when you were tying one on anyways? Sighing deeply and with pure relaxation you moved your I-pod from its dock to playing through your headphones as you relaxed into your much missed memory foam mattress.

With your favorite Marian Hill track thrumming through your ears, and nothing but a ratty shirt of Sam’s that you stole partially clothing your otherwise naked body, you started at your neck, swirling your fingers along the sensitive skin, tracing your body, going lower and lower to your breasts, just waiting for a tease, the chance to become hard and peaked. You pinched and rolled the tiny buds between your thumbs and index fingers until they were firm, and a small, wanton moan escaped your lips from the feeling. You paused and took a very long drag from the steadily emptying bottle. Next your fingers scraped along the curves of your ribcage and waist, fingers ghosting the outside of your navel, headed on a meandering path towards one spot. Your mind wandered as you began to float from present consciousness through the music and sensations. You imagined it wasn’t your fingers tracing every curve of your body, but the giant, callused hands of your best friend as his eyes were darkened with lust at the way your body would arch for him when his fingers would brush over the mound at the apex of your legs.

More unintelligible noises made their way through your lips as your fingers traced teasingly at your folds, your mind still imagining them to be Sam’s digits, you could almost hear his breath in your ear, heavy and smoky as he spoke filth into it; and as you finally gave in, a finger dipping into the already slick heat of your core, you called out his name without any realization as you began a slow and teasing pace with your fingers, swirling along your clit and occasionally dipping deeper within yourself, as your mind was lost in the heat of the moment. —

— Down the hallway, though, a large frame was making his own trek from the showers to his room when he heard something soft, floating from the hall he knew you resided in. “Sam.” Unsure of what to do, he decided to see why his name had been called, thinking you were just unpacking or settling in, not truly expecting what he would see behind your door. He had knocked softly when he reached room number 21, before opening the door, and what he saw had him rock solid in a second flat but also any kind of embarrassed imaginable. —

You were so wrapped up in you ministrations that you didn’t hear that knock, hell, you barely even noticed the door opening, but when you clearly saw the face of your best friend in its frame, you froze, legs still wide open and fingers still inside yourself, the near brink now nonexistent. You sputtered for a moment, mind blank with shock and embarrassment before you scrambled to cover yourself and chuck a pillow at him while he ducked his head trying to hide his own shock.

“WHAT THE HELL, SAM?” You screeched. Your face was bright red and so were his ears, peeping out from those long locks you had just been fantasizing about.

“I-I heard my name and came to- I knocked- YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST LOCKED THE DOOR!” He hollered back, body tensing and his eyes boring into you with a hint of anger seeping into his embarrassment. “How the fuck am I supposed to know you’re doing th- wait. Were- were you thinking of me while you did that?” He cautiously asked, face still red, but not as red as yours.

               “And if I was? What does it matter?” your voice, filled with embarrassed rage, emanated, though slightly muffled, from the pillow your head was ducked in. You heard gentle footfalls as his bare feet padded over the hardwood floor, followed by the feeling of another sitting at the edge of his mattress. A hand brushed your shoulder.

               “It matters because now I don’t feel as bad about doing the same while thinking of you. You are a very sexy woman, and to see that;” His arm slid softly down your arm and he pulled your hand away from your pillow, and right to a very obvious bulge in his boxers. “Is extremely arousing.” You slowly pulled your head from your pillow, a blush still dusting your cheeks as you felt your own arousal return at what was just beneath your fingers. “Can I ask you something, Y/N?”

               “Shoot.” You croaked, your eyes glued to his, while he licked his lips and swallowed, causing his Adam’s apple to bob slightly.

               “Did you get off?”


               “Did you get to come? Or did I interrupt…” He trailed off, a slight pink to his cheeks again.

               “Oh, um. No. I was al-almost there when you ah-“

               “Gotcha. Can I help you? It’s the least I can do. I’m not expecting anything back, but it’s not fair that y-“ You cut off his embarrassed rambling with a kiss, flavored with the vodka that had not long ago washed over your tongue. You let your hands do the talking as your liquor fogged mind tried to wrap itself around the whole situation. You were about to have sex with Sam Winchester, your best friend. Weren’t there complications that could come up? Fuck them, you’d deal with that later. Your one hand palmed his erection through the thin fabric veiling it from your sight while the other snaked into his hair, your fingers ever so gently carding through the locks once they reached their destination. He groaned into the kiss before breaking it and pushing your form back down into the mattress as he took and positioned himself above you, straddling your waist in a way that put every one of your imagined scenarios to shame.

               “Sam.” You whispered. He smirked and began to slowly unbutton your shirt the rest of the way.

               “I was wondering where this one had gotten to.” He purred, you blushed. “It looks so hot on you, Y/N, just seeing you in it makes me that much harder.” You let out a groan as his knuckles brushed against your breasts from outside the cloth of the old flannel.

               “Please.” A single mewl escaped from your mouth as a prayer while his fingers moved like whispers along every inch of your body. You arched your hips up against his erection, making him growl and begin his relentless teasing of your breasts. Your mind exploded with the sensations flying through you, up the spine to the brain, but more so down to the now dripping heat of your core. Your arms came up and began tracing every hill and valley of his muscular arms, nails lightly scratching the skin, eliciting small goosebumps on his flesh. The moans in your mouth were becoming impossible to swallow back anymore, as one after another rolled off your tongue, interlaced with his name. At the same time his hands abandoned the peaks of your erect nipples and began their journey down to the apex of your thighs, not hesitating to tease or torment, but for him to immediately begin pumping his fingers in and out of your core, hitting your g-spot time after time after time.

               “Ohhh God. Ohh Sam, God, Sam PLEASE” You begged, the shockwaves of the pleasure his fingers brought to your body slamming through you like tidal waves, and you were rapidly approaching an orgasm you were sure to be mind shattering. Your hands clenched around his arms as you shook and he spoke one command that was soaked with arousal and want.

               “Come.” And so you did, body arching a seizing up into him as you saw stars. His fingers worked you through the orgasm and the waves that came after the initial peak before he withdrew and hastily began pushing down his own boxers to reveal a massive erection that was flushed and leaking precome at the tip.

               “Fill me up, Sam. I want you inside me.” You whispered breathily to him as you stroked a single finger along his nipple, causing him to tense and slightly lean into your touch.

               “Do you have any-“

               “I’m on the pill. Just. Get. Inside. Me. Now.” You cut him off, punctuating each word with a stroke of his dick with your free hand, he groaned and then compliantly moved, pushing your legs wider so he could fit in between. Lining himself up, he slowly and gently pushed inside of you, careful to not cause any major pain.  Once he was inside and stretching you out in the most sensational way, you both let out a moan as he began a slow and building pace.

               “Bring your hand down and rub at your clit, Y/N.” Sam panted in between thrusts, each time his length hit dead on center with that magic spot, and left fireworks of pleasure coursing up and down your spine. As you complied you almost came just with that simple addition of physical contact. You moaned all the louder, unthinkingly clenching around his length, drawing a deep and throaty sound of arousal from Sam.  “You close again, Babe?” he asked, voice soaked in the need that you mirrored in your own.

               “Yes! Please!” you grasped him closer with your empty hand, fingers locked around the stands of hair on his head.

               “Hold off.” He growled, his pace getting harder and faster, making you beg with every point of contact between his dick and your g-spot. “I’m getting close. Want to come together.” He panted out in short breaths, a sheen of sweat now cloaking both of you as the room was filled with nothing but the sound of skin on skin, the noises of pleasure falling from both your mouths, and the scent of sex. The number of times you came to the edge of your orgasm and fell away by your own sheer will amazed even you as Sam’s movements grew sloppy and erratic. “Get ready.” He breathed. Five seconds ticked by, ten, and then- “NOW!” He burst out as you clenched hard around him, clawing his back with the sheer intensity of the orgasm that hit you like a tsunami. You felt him release his load deep inside of you before pulling out, breathing like he had just ran a marathon. He pulled you close to him, and you both caught your breath.

               “Um… “You voiced after a few moments of blissful peace. “Can I just say that that was A, unexpected; and B, fucking amazing?” Sam chuckled and hugged you close.

               “Totally amazing.” He said, smiling down to where your head was on his chest, your body curled into his. “But we’re kind of gross.”

               “Back to the showers for round two?” You asked with a wink.

               “You bet.”

Surprise Dinner [a Barry Allen AU]

Request: Hello beautiful!! You’re so Pretty, your Video gave me so much hope as, when i was 6 I got diabetes and it was diagnosed to late and I lost a big ability to walk and slowly got it back and your Video makes me to cry Also maybe you can do a Evil!Barry where you guys are in a fight (superhero kind) tell him youre pregnant and he stops everything and leaves you alone and one day he asks you to dinner and find out the babys his from somthing thst happen a while back Well goodbye Baby!!

a/n: first of all, thank you!!! SECOND IM SO PROUD!!

“Come on, where’s the fun, doll?” Barry smirks, crossing his arms over his tight fitting maroon t-shirt, leaning against a post of a street light. The toe of his shiny black Supra’s hits the ground, legs making a abstract triangle. “The least you can do is fight back!” he says, exasperated, bending over.

Fire sparks from your fingers on and off and you groan, throwing your head back. Okay, first of all, you didn’t even want to get in your suit in the first place! Second, Barry Allen just wants to push your buttons. No. Not today. “Look, I’m not in the mood to play right now, got me?” you snap, slowly walking towards the speedster.

Huh. Your voice is…different. Barry didn’t catch any hint of the usual flirting. The two of you always flirt! “What’s got your panties in a twist?” the brunette scoffs, pushing himself up straight. He shoves his hands in the back pockets of his ripped blue skinny jeans.

Oh. Oh, that is it! “I’m pregnant, you fucking asshole!” you scream, catching Barry by surprise. His bright lime green eyes an inch and unexpectedly, he flashes off, leaving you standing alone. Does he…no, he can’t possibly know. It was only a one, okay tw- three… a three time thing…


Leave it to The Flash to lead you to a fucking safe house…again. Rubbing your growing stomach through your flowy orange blouse, you cautiously step into the small building. “Barry?” you whisper, craning your neck to gaze around his ‘house’. Swallowing, you continue to waddle in, hoping to find a couch…or a chair.

“It’s mine, isn’t it? Comes his dark voice from the corner of the room. His back is towards you and you can make out his muscles through his silky black dress shirt. “Wasn’t hard to figure out.” he sighs, hands tinkering with something in front of him.

You huff a breath out, biting your lip. “Yes, she’s yours, Barry.” you confirm, shifting on your feet. “Why am I here? Obviously we can’t fuck, so what do you want? My back is killing me.” A hiss escapes you and you grab your lower back. “Barry, please, I want to sit…”

The brunette spins around, smirking. “Well, sit.” he rolls his mossy green eyes, retying the red apron above his waistband. It flares out against his skinny black jeans, stopping mid thigh. “I even made dinner. Yes, made. Didn’t steal…well, this time. “ he mocks, smirking while he pulls out a chair.

Hesitantly, you sit down, sending him a little half smile. “What’s your angle here?” you tease, placing the napkin on your lap.

Laughing, Barry takes a seat across from you, shaking his head. “No angle. Just Barry and Y/N. No good, no evil.” he purrs, unwrapping the meal, “I just…want to be there. For both of you.” His green eyes sparkle at you, lips in a faint grin. Maybe Barry will be a good dad.