when do you plan on finishing it ;a;

anonymous asked:

So as someone whose now finished reading every Fitzgerald novel written and remembered that you were writing a book, I gotta ask- are you gonna get it published/ would you self publish it? Cause if thats something that you could make a kickstarter or something for, I would totally donate to be able to read your book

yes when i finish it i do absolutely plan on publishing!! i want writing to be my career eventually. if i can’t get a traditional publisher, i will go the route of self-publishing. it makes me so happy to hear you’re willing to pay money for it!!! ahhh! and i’ll pass it on to my main character lars that you’re interested in hearing his story, haha

So this is super-not-planned but w/e

For the 1-800-did-i-ask series by @lol-phan-af

Mood board: White (like the feeling in my soul after i read this series)

so you know when you read a fanfic that kinda consumes your mind and when you’re finished you’re left with an empty but soooo content feeling in your body? That was me after reading the final chapter of this series

And I didn’t really know how to express the love i feel the series, but i do these mood boards kinda often so i was like hey! a surprise gift for my fave author <3

Since I started posting my doodles for Pink Diamond’s (and recently White’s too) design, followers have been popping like daisies 0_0

I’m almost reaching 150, planned to do smth for my 100 followers but was in a family trip so ended up doing nothing

Meanwhile here are MOAR Diamond Authorithy doodles and sketches to thank you guys! (people can ask me too or suggest me which one of these would like to see finished ^^)

In this first one I like to think that the diamonds are all of differnet heights (WD being the tallest, then followed by Blue, Yellow and finally Pink being the shortest) I headcannon YD being the 2nd shortest mainly because a lot of people that I know in RL that have a strong temper are all short people :P

Playing around with WD’s design, have seen a lot of great drawings of her online! (atm I’m liking better the 3rd design here)

MOAR PD!

How to be more Self-Disciplined

1. Choose to act, or to do what you should you. Don’t wait until you feel that you are in the right mood.

2. Decide to keep on going, and to finish what you’ve started. Don’t allow yourself to give up when you’re only part way through.

3. Be honest with yourself and call yourself on the excuses. They’re often just a cover for not wanting to do something.

4. Plan ahead and break large goals down into smaller, short-term goals – and put these on a calendar, and tick them off each day.

5. Remind yourself how great you’ll feel when later you’ve achieved and reached the goals you set yourself, and have that better life.

6. Also, separate what is important and matters down the road, from what is temporary – or seems worthwhile right now.

7. Try not to be distracted by the things that eat up time - like gaming, watching movies or just hanging out with friends.

8. Hang out with other people who have self-discipline, and understand the value of working hard right now.

4

Some stuff I posted on twitter :D 

Inktober day 31

Freedom!

Finally I’ve finished my pacifist drawing run xD

From very begining I planed to colour it in full pallet of colours, but I had to little time, and I decided to express light and shadow via contrast of colours. But if you think it would be look better in all colours, maybe I would add them.

I can be proud of me, I’ve done every drawing from this challenge, and draw almost all Undertale characters ;w; It was a great thing to do, especially when I stopped two draw for almost all month. Now I’m planning to finish my commissions (hope you still waiting for them ;w; )

I also want to thank to all of you who following my inktober submissions, your support filled me with determination to finish all drawings :D


This is the end ;w;

5

After two long night of non-stop work they are finally finished! Now I’ve always wanted to make phone charms and I’ve finally done it! I plan on getting these in bulk and selling them on Etsy but first, I need to know a tally of how many I’ll need.

If you are interested in getting one, send me a message with the ones you want and when there’s enough, I’ll put them up in a store! I’ll probably do a pre-order with a bonus too! Most likely McHanzo related :3c

If these get popular enough too, I’ll make Soldier 76 and Reaper one to match

I think I discovered a hack for executive dysfunction. Totally anecdotal evidence but might be worth a shot.

When you go to bed and you are calm enough to think, think about all the things you want to do tomorrow. Make an effort to break them down into steps. Visualize going through those steps one by one. The more detailed, the better. Try to do this as close to the time you fall asleep as possible. Think about what you will do once you finish all your tasks too. Think about achieving everything. Imagine that the task has already been done.

Next morning when you wake up, it is just a tiny bit possible that you will be able to do everything you planned on autopilot like people without executive dysfunction can. You might still need to narrate it in your mind but it can make it easier. I think the trick is that you prepare the instructions beforehand and then when you move to doing the task it doesn’t overwhelm you as much because it feels like you’ve already done it.

Also reblog and share your executive dysfunction life hacks!

8

work proximity associates — gallya scenes less gifed

No slaps, sass, or unfinished kisses in this scene — and yet it’s still so shippy. First we have Illya playing Mr. Intimidating to make sure Gaby’s brilliant plan gets followed through to the letter (you know he didn’t even say anything to volunteer; he just followed her out). Then we have Dr. Lackey trying to worm his way out of things, but, oh, no, Illya’s there to be all, ‘Do as my woman commands.’ And when it’s finished Gaby looks up (and up and up, heh) at Illya, like, ‘Hope this works.’ They come back into the main action so in synch, guys. Like look at their facial expressions (especially Illyas little glance) and their body language (as they stand very close) — they totally mirror each other. They’re working together effortlessly. And this is before Gaby apologizes for the whole pretended-to-betray-you-whoops snafu. 

all the study tips!!

1. make an exam/test schedule - plan out when, what, and for how long you should study for the test. try to start studying one week in advance from the exam.

2. make a to-do-list - making a to-do-list is really helpful for me, especially if you have any after-school activities. i would record homework with due dates the closest to the current date, and other tasks that i need to finish that need to be finished the soonest

3. your mental health is more important than your grades - if you need to take a day off of studying, do whatever you have to to get better. you should always be your top priority.

4. set realistic goals - i remember this year in my family and consumer sciences class, we were taught to set “S.M.A.R.T” goals - “specific, measurable, attainable, realistic, time-based” goals. one example of setting a S.M.A.R.T goal is somethign along the lines of “i want to have my homework finished by 6:00 p.m. everyday for 2 weeks straight.”

5. improving your concentration - make sure that there is no noise to distract you while studying, but if listening to music while studying is the best help for you, be my guest. set reasonable time limits for each portion of the task and also for completing the final project.

6. falling behind - if you got sick, or you’ve scheduled too much at once, or you just weren’t really up to going to school, falling behind and catching up can be physical hell. what i do to catch up is i try to level with all my teachers and to see if they can allow me to have one extra day to finish all my assignments ive missed.

7. stop procrastinating - okay okay listen, i know it could be frustrating to have your phone on your desk and to not have the constant notifications, but still, studying is more important than the freaking kardashians.

8. environment visuals - start with cleaning up, and maybe doing a little rearrangement to your study space. this was the best thing i could’ve possibly done, and i made the study space smell great with a mint smell

9. watch videos - watching videos is very useful when you don’t understand a theory.

10. want to study - think about WHY you want to study. do you want a better, higher grade or is it because you want to pass the subject. Once you figure out the reason why, it’ll be easier to get your motivation back. :))

—–

i really, really hope this will get you back into your studying groove <3

better late than never right

Thanks to cakenokaibutsu for the help

for the prompt: Valentine’s day SNS 2k15

2

06 . 18 . 2016
(had to keep reposting this omg)

didn’t do as much yesterday, but i did finish these notes over a science review :^)

me and a friend also started marathoning american horror story and im getting attached to evan peters tate, and i couldnt help but spoil some parts for myself because why was there a guy in a shiny morph suit ????

im planning to start a bullet journal when school starts since i dont have much planned for the rest of summer so please wait on that !

i hope you have a great day :D

- Drink a huge glass of water right when you wake up
- Wash your face morning and night
- Workout earlier in the day
- Pick one day to do all of your laundry
- Wash your sheets regularly and make your bed daily
- If you want a piece of chocolate, eat it
- Put away your phone while you do homework, you’ll finish it faster
- Spend twenty minutes each day relaxing without a screen in front of your face
- Plan meals ahead of time
- Eat fresh fruits and vegetables whenever possible
- Moisturize when you get out of the shower
Joe Sugg Imagine - Roommate (SMUT)

A little over four months ago, you had moved to London after finishing your Translation degree down in Spain. After four years or partying and a few hook ups -and studying, of course-, you were ready to finally settle down on your own. And what a better place to do it than London itself.

At first, your plans had been to move in with your brothers Conor and Jack in the apartment they shared with your beloved friend Josh. However, a month before you were supposed to move in, they decided there wasn’t enough space to hold another roommate. Just when you thought your London dream was over, as it was impossible to find a good and fairly cheap place to stay and ready to move in in the short space of three weeks, Joe spoke up, “She can move in with me if she wants, at least until she finds somewhere else to stay”

Joe Sugg was one of your brothers’ closest friends there in London. You had met in a couple of occasions when you had gone visiting, but you certainly didn’t expect him to let you stay at his place. Not only to stay, but to bloody move in.

You would be lying if you said the idea didn’t excite you. Joe was a handsome man, there was no denying. He was fun to be around, and you knew he was someone you could trust, as your own, very protective older brothers, were letting you stay with him. By the time four months had passed, Joe was like a third brother to you, only he was a brother you wouldn’t mind banging.

It was difficult not to look at him. Now that you had built confident with one another, he didn’t mind getting out of the shower with just a towel on, and walk around the house doing whatever he needed to do before getting dressed. It sure killed you internally. You loved how he’d always volunteer to prepare the food, although you enjoyed cooking and were a good chef yourself. You found it complicated not to stare for life when he was getting ready to go out, the white shirt that fit him so well half unbuttoned, leaving his muscular chest in sight. Did that guy have an obsession with walking around the house half naked?

But you weren’t the only one who stared. Joe couldn’t help but watch you as you did little things such as cleaning the apartment or putting the groceries in the cupboards. Neither could he keep his eyes off you as you walked around the house with little clothes on, or with quite the revealing shorts. He knew it was wrong, as you were his best friends’ little sister, but he kept staring.

Joe feared Jack the most. When Conor joked about Joe hooking up with you -he was pretty chill about it-, Jack was always found scoffing. You could tell the idea didn’t amuse him at all. Joe knew he wouldn’t punch him if he did something to you, because he was his friend…or would he? Either way, he didn’t want to find out.

“Hey, Y/N” you heard Joe calling you. You were finishing off some yogurt on the kitchen counter while he was sitting down on the sofa, finishing a video up. It was fairly late, but you didn’t like going to bed before he did. It was a habit you both had grown into.

You looked in his direction and nodded for him to continue “The video is up” he said, as you put the empty yogurt packing on the bin “Do you want to watch some Netflix or do you wanna go to bed already?” He asked you.

“Netflix is okay” you said, walking towards Joe in the couch. He put his laptop on the little table in front of you, then spread his arms for you to get inside the blanket with him. Cuddling was something you did quite frequently, and neither of you minded it at all. Joe was so warm and comfortable to be lying next to, it made you feel incredibly empty when he had to travel and wasn’t around.

As whatever film he had chosen rolled the opening credits, his hand went to your head to stroke your hair as he always did. You found it relaxing, yet it drove you crazy every time. Whenever Joe laid a hand on you, or touched you the slightest, your hormones had a wild party. It was his touch, that you craved, and you couldn’t take it any longer.

After a few seconds, the hand that had previously stroked your hair, slowly travelled its way down to the small section of your stomach that wasn’t covered because your shirt had lifted up by itself. Goosebumps made an appearance on your skin as he traced circles on your stomach with his fingers, making sure he didn’t put too much pressure on them.

You were at the very verge of exploding. There was nothing more than you wanted than for him to pin you up against a wall and make you scream so loud you wouldn’t be able to talk the following day. But then you thought about your brothers, and how they’d flip their shit if they found out. They didn’t have to, though.

You glanced up at his face, and he immediately returned the look. The dim light of the living room still allowed you to see the flirty smile on his lips. You decided you had had enough. Enough of waiting and physically suffering for that boy. You slowly closed the gap between your mouths, and as he didn’t back up, you smashed your lips against his. What had started as a shy kissing session, with your hands on his chest and his never leaving your stomach, escalated rather quickly.

Soon you were straddling his lap, your impatient hands tangled on his soft hair. His hands were grabbing your butt and squeezing it every now and then, to which you responded by a hungry bite on his delicious lower lip. Your hands soon travelled down his t-shirt, and touched the muscular chest you had admired so many times, but had had no chance to lay your hands on. His shirt went flying to the opposite side of the room as he grabbed your legs and put them around his waist, only to stand up and walk towards the bedroom, his hands still grabbing your bottom roughly.

“Joe” you let out a small moan as he hit that soft spot with his lips on your neck. Seeing the effect it had on you, he did it again. That fucking tease. Your legs wrapped around his lower body even tighter than before. You needed him inside you, and you needed him now.

He carefully put you down on your bed, and started undressing you. You admired every movement, and watched as your clothes went flying around the bedroom, leaving you on your underwear.

“Jack will a hundred percent kill me for this” Joe mumbled, letting out a nervous laugh. You sat on the bed, grabbing him by the neck, and pulling his face closer to you.

“I really need you right now, Joe” you whispered, getting an instant reply from the lowest part of his torso “Do you want me to tell my brother that his friend left me all alone and horny when I needed him the most?” You asked in the best innocent voice you could make. He immediately smashed his lips to yours, his tongue fighting for dominance against yours.

He grabbed your legs again, only to play with the hem of your panties, and slowly pulled them down until they were sharing the floor with the rest of your clothes. His lusty eyes looked at yours for the last time before you felt a great ball of pressure between your thighs, followed by the sound of your rather loud moans.

Joe’s mouth worked their way inside you as your hands went to his hair, to push him deeper. You bucked your hips against his mouth. Your back was arched, and you were a total screaming mess. You had wanted that for so long, you couldn’t even imagine Joe was so good with his mouth.

As you were about to reach your high, his mouth left your clit, and you rested your body weight on your elbows to look at him “I don’t want you to cum with my mouth, love” he said, and pulled himself up before kissing you on the lips again. Your hands went quickly to the hem of his boxers to pull them down, leaving his full erection out there for you to admire. You had imagined Joe was big, but now you weren’t sure his length would fit you completely.

Before you could return the favor, he pushed you down on the bed again, holding both sides of your hips with his strong hands. Your legs wrapped around his waist, waiting impatiently for him to finally fill you.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, as polite as always. But now you weren’t in the mood for manners.

“For fuck’s sake, Joe, just fuck me already” you begged as his tip teased you at your entrance. With one swift move, he entered you completely, making you scream of both pain and pleasure. Your hands wrapped around the white sheets of the bed, as you felt yourself losing control of your own body.

He thrusted in and out quickly but steadily, hitting the right stop every.fucking.time “Scream for me, baby” he groaned as he let out a moan himself, but you didn’t need him to tell you. You had had great sex before, or at least you thought it was good enough. Now, as you screamed to the top of your lungs, purely out of pleasure, not even thinking of faking it because it wasn’t necessary, you wondered where had Joe been all your life.

Your legs wrapped tighter around his body. He was thrusting deeper now “Fuck, Joe” you moaned, as he not only was now pressing his middle finger against your clit and rubbing it quickly, but his mouth had travelled to your bare chest and was nipping at your nipples. You thought you were going to faint.

“I-I’m…c-coming, Joe” he let out a rather loud whimper, and you knew he was almost there was well. His finger was so rapidly touching you, his erection going in and out of your body. Your walls clenched and you let out the highest pitched scream you had ever heard as your first orgasm ever hit you, a wave of pleasure going through your body.

Joe came a few seconds later, groaning loudly as he hit your G-spot one last time. His hands were supporting his weight at your sides now, as his hair fell in front of his eyes. You lifted a hand to push it back, as he leaned in and planted a soft, love kiss on your lips. He slowly slid out of you, his hand not leaving your waist, as he plopped down next to you.

You were so sweaty, and out of breath, and the bed was full of liquids that once belonged to the inside of your bodies. But you couldn’t care less. You kissed his cheek “That was amazing, Joe” you said, your hand that was now on his chest moving up and down with the rhythm of his breathing.

“Let me just take you out on a date” he said, out of nowhere. You lifted yourself to get a better view of his face “Let me take you out for dinner. I don’t care what Jack says, I…I like you a lot, Y/N”

You smiled, your stomach doing that weird thing again “I like you too, Joe” you said, pushing another piece of his soft hair back “I don’t think my brothers would have anything against you taking me out, really” you said, speaking more for Conor than for Jack. But the last thing you wanted was for him to get even more worried.

“I’ll talk to Jack” he said “I know I can treat you way better than whatever kid you decide to hook up with at a club”

You leaned down to kiss him again, because it was true. You had had a few boyfriends back when you were at University, yet none of them made you feel at home like Joe did. He pressed your foreheads together, admiring those eyes he had fallen for since the first time he saw them “I’ll take care of you, I promise”

Can you just imagine Even’s frustration in episode 4 when Sonja invited herself and Emma to the supposed date pregame he and Isak were gonna share? He probably attempted a weak argument like “oh but it’s just gonna be isak and me doing bro stuff. Pretty boring shit.” And Sonja insisted bc she totally gave Isak a look in ep 2 when they dropped by and Even said he almost forgot they had a thing planned.

He probably thought everything through and decided that he wAS GUNNA FINISH WHAT HE STARTED IN THE KITCHEN. He probably thought they would get high, listen to more Nas, drink some beers and maybe somewhere between the blurred lines of sobriety his pinky would graze Isak’s accidentally when they reach for their beers at the same time.

But then no. Instead, he’s being the most petulant version of God while his crush sits two girls and too many obstacles away from him. So he’s already having a shitty night, wearing a costume he didn’t choose, and the straw that breaks the camel’s back is Sonja being the most obvious babysitter as she tells him to “slow it down with the drinking.” So he decides that NO, he’s gonna turn the night around and he’ll be fucking damned if he didn’t get some Isak tonight.

So he goes out of his fucking way to be alone with Isak bc he is Even, man of EXTRA. And as soon as he sees an opening he’s like Usain Bolt gunning for the finish line.

And I just think that’s precious.

So you know when you finish a really long crochet project and you’re like super duper DONE with it and you’re like “man I’m not doing that again?”

But then a couple weeks later you’re looking at the pattern and you think to yourself “eh, it wasn’t that bad” and you pick up your hook and start again…

Why’s There A Stocking On the Door?

@lynnialljohnson asked: Can we please have J/C on the ridge being constantly interrupted durring steamy make out sessions until they finally just lock everyone out of the house for a bit? Maybe Ian explains to an embarrassed Bree why they’re locked out? At Christmas?

I don’t have the words for how much I love this!!! Also when I finished writing it, I realized I forgot about the Christmas aspect of the act. So, I’ll do another one, because I have a really really fun modern plan for it. Hope you like that one too!


“Sassenach!”

I whirled around, alarmed by the tone of Jamie’s voice.

“What is it? Who’s bleeding?”

“No one!”

I frowned up at him.

“Then why are you yelling for me?”

His eyes glittered.

“The house is empty.”

“So?”

“So our house has been overrun wi’ people for two bloody weeks and I havena had ye properly in all that time.”

“So your daughter and her children are ‘overrunning’ our house?”

“Aye. When she and her husband and bairns sleep so close to our room, I canna take ye the way I want.”

“And how do you want to take me?”

Those full lips pulled into a mischievous smile.

“Screaming.”

Gathering me into his arms, he sat me on the table in my surgery and kissed me hard. I heard a rustling of fabric as he fumbled with my skirts.

“The first time in two weeks and you want to make me scream, so you decide make love to me on the table in my surgery?”

He shrugged and nipped at my ear.

“Weel, if ye’d been in the kitchen, I’d take ye in the kitchen. Ye just happened to be here.”

I moaned softly as his teeth moved to the side of my neck. His hand snaked between my legs, making me gasp.

“Auntie!”

Jamie puled back and glared down at me, silently commanding me to keep my mouth shut.

“I have to,” I whispered.

“It canna be life or death,” he muttered, gently probing my hot flesh.

“I’m the doctor here, Jamie. There isn’t another healer about for miles.”

“Aye, I ken that.”

We heard the boards creak as Ian came closer to the surgery. Jamie muttered a few choice curses in Gaelic and stepped away from me. I’d just gotten off the table and righted my skirts when Ian came in.

“There ye are, Auntie.”

“What can I do for you, Ian?”

“I was wondering if ye had some o’ that tea to help wi’ a woman’s monthly? Poor Rachel canna hardly stand.”

“Of course.”

Jamie was glaring darkly at his nephew as I pulled bottles and jars from various cupboards.

“Brew as much of it as you can, you can always warm it later.”

“Thanks, Auntie. Sorry for, ah… Interrupting.”

Jamie’s ears burned pink. 

“It’s alright.”

Ian’s request for tea reminded me that I had something of my own brewing in the kitchen.

“Where are ye going!?” Jamie demanded as I followed Ian out.

“I have to check on my pot in the kitchen.”

“Damn it Claire!”

I had to admit I was having a little fun teasing him like this. His angry footsteps stomped along behind me, though he didn’t try to stop whatever I was doing. He knew better.

After checking that my latest experiment was progressing well, I turned to him.

“You said you’d take me in the kitchen?”

He didn’t answer, just pushed me onto the heavy wooden table he’d built me. His mouth found mine, eager and demanding and tasting faintly of whiskey.

“Christ ye taste good, Sassenach.”

“I was just thinking the same of you.”

While he kissed me again, I felt him tugging at the ties of my bodice.

“Granny!”

Jamie let out an audible growl.

“What do ye want, Jeremiah?”

Jem stopped short and stared at the two of us, eyes wide.

“Mam sent me to ask if ye-”

“I dinna care what yer mam asked. I’m having a conversation wi’ your granny just now. Come back in an hour.”

“But mam said she needed Granny to look at Mandy’s rash. Da thinks it’s no’ a bad one, but-”

Jamie’s mood was getting worse.

“Jemmy, darling,” I said before Jamie did something Bree would scold him for later. “If Mandy hasn’t got a fever, she’ll be alright. I’ll be down in an hour when I’ve finished with your grandda, alright?”

“Mam’s no’ gonna be happy about that.”

“I dinna care a bloody bit if she’s no’ happy,” Jamie grumbled in my ear.

“Tell her you tried, but your grandfather is a very stubborn Scot. I’ll be by as soon as I can.”

“Aye, Granny.”

Jemmy scampered away and Jamie got up, slamming the door closed behind him.

“Come wi’ me. Now.”

“I thought you were fine taking me anywhere?”

“Aye, I am. But I dinna want to wake up in an hour on the ground. My back canna handle that, aye?”

“So are we going to our room, then?”

“Aye. And bolting the bloody door. I’ll no’ be interrupted again.”

I followed him up the stairs to our room but paused at the door. I kicked my shoes off and pulled one stocking down.

“What the devil are ye doing, woman?”

“Making sure Bree doesn’t come barging in on us in the middle of our love-making.”

Jamie barked a laugh, puling at the ties of his shirt.

“She wouldna!”

“Oh if she’s angry enough, she might…”

“So why do ye put the stocking on the door?”

I smiled.

“It’s something Bree learned when she went to university. It’s just a signal. Never you mind.”

I closed the door and bolted it shut. That made Jamie smile even more.

“Come here,” he said, hooking his finger at me.

Walking slowly, I pulled loose the laces of my bodice, sighing in relief when it came free.

“Stop!”

I froze, hands on the back of my skirts ready to let them go. He was glaring at me.

“What?!”

“That’s my job, Sassenach!”

“Undressing me?”

“Aye! Like unwrappin’ a present.”

Hands on my hips, I grinned at him.

“I didn’t know you were quite so fond of that. But you know that means you can’t take off your kilt. That is strictly my job.”

“Aye, and so it is, my own.”

His arms slid around my waist while he lowered his mouth to mine. Hands moved down and gripped my buttocks hard. I waited for the exclamation that would come as it always did.

“Christ, ye’ve the fattest arse.”

“Like clockwork,” I muttered, tangling my fingers in his hair.

He had me out of my gown and standing in only my shift in rather short order. While he might enjoy unwrapping the gift that was me, but he was clearly not ready to wait longer than he had to. I felt him begin to pull the hem of my shift up, but I stepped back.

“My turn,” I panted.

He muttered darkly and stood waiting, hands balled into fists.

I walked around him, much like I had on our wedding night all those years ago. When I was back in front of him, I pulled at the belt holding his kilt on.

“I know how much you love my fat ass,” I said slowly. “But I adore your kilt.”

“Oh aye. Easy access. Dinna have to fiddle wi’ laces and whatnot.”

“That’s part of it. But I get to see your legs more. And sometimes I can catch a peek beneath it.”

“Ye naughty thing!” he said sharply. “Trying to see beneath a man’s kilt. And a marriet man, no less.”

“A married man with a very nice bottom.”

He pulled off his shirt and grinned at me.

“A nice bottom and a verra stiff cock,” he said.

“How would you like me, darling?”

His eyes moved up and down my body, assessing.

“The bed. Wi’ yer arse in the air.”

“Shift?”

“Leave it.”

Grinning, I crawled onto our bed and tucked my knees beneath myself, sitting up like a stinkbug.

“Holy God…”

I felt two large hands squeeze my taught backside before the bed creaked as he knelt behind me.

“I dinna like servicing ye so quiet. I like to hear ye scream.”

“So you’ve said. Think you’re up for the task?”

He grabbed my hand and pulled it behind me. I snorted when he pressed it against himself.

“What say ye?”

“Definitely up for the task.”

“Oh aye. But are you?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

He teased me for a moment, making me grip the quilts with white knuckles. Then he pushed slowly home, my body trembling as he did.

“Oh God…”

“Oh Jamie.”

“I mean to hear ye screaming for me, Claire.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Apparently he was waiting for my permission. As soon as I gave it, he let loose. My whole body jerked when he slammed against me. I was screaming like mad, giving myself fully over to the sensation he awoke within me. I felt bruises forming beneath his fingers where he gripped my hips.

We fell over the precipice together, crying out for each other. Jamie caught himself just before he collapsed on top of me. He lay down on his back, broad chest heaving. I scooted over to him and rested my head where I always fit.

“Ye ken I’ve only ever loved you, right?”

“Yes, I know. And you know that you’re the true love of my life?”

“Aye, Sassenach. I ken it verra well.”

***

Ian saw a flash of red hair and kent it wasna his uncle.

“Bree! Ye canna go in the house!”

“And why not?! I sent Jem to get Mama and she said she’d come when she could?!”

“Ah… The shutters are closed in the surgery.”

Bree fixed him with a glare that rivaled both her mam and her da.

“And?”

“And I reckon the door to the kitchen’s bolted too.”

“So?”

“So I think they forgot to bolt the main door. Ye dinna want to go in there just now.”

Her eyes flashed dangerously. It was a look he’d seen often enough on his own mam that he took a step back.

“I don’t care what she’s doing. I need her!”

She started for the house and he grabbed her arm.

“No, cousin! Ye canna! If the doors are bolted it’s because Auntie’s, er… Busy.”

“With what!”

“Uncle Jamie!”

“What does-”

Bree stopped suddenly before her eyes widened. He watched the red creep up her neck just like it did wi’ Uncle Jamie.

“Oh God! They’re…”

“Aye.”

“How do you know they’re…”

Ian’s brows went up and he tried hard not to laugh at her.

“Uncle Jamie loves Auntie Claire a great deal, aye? He canna help himself. And I’ve lived around them a while. I ken how they get.”

“Well, in that case… I suppose I’ll just go wait for Mama to… ah… finish.” 

Bree cringed at her choice of words and left quickly. At least he’d stopped her from seeing, or hearing, too much.

What are we going to do on Christmas

Summary: You never loved Christmas but your boyfriend do so when the time come you let him choose do whatever he wants od the special date. You just didn’t think that he would use this chance for surprising you with the most perfect Christmas that you ever had.

Words: 2676 ( Officially the biggest thing I ever wrote.)

Paring: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy and Smut (oral sex, spanking and unprotected sex be safe kids.) You might want Steve as your boyfriend when you finish reading this.

Originally posted by master-of-duct-tape

 .“What are we going to do on Christmas?“ You look at your boyfriend Steve on the bed with you "I don’t know what you want to do?” He looks at you like you just had killed a puppy and you are confused “You don’t know? The person who plans her birthday six months earlier, the one who throw me a surprise party with a 40’s theme, the only person who Tony let have an opinion in his party’s don’t know what is gonna do on Christmas the biggest holiday of the year?“

“Yeap that one.” He gets up and you can see that he is hurt and confused by the look in his eyes “But you love the holidays … What are we gonna do now?” You get closer to him putting your hands on his “We are gonna do whatever you want to do, you can even boss me around if you want to. Anything for you have the perfect holiday.”

“I don’t like to boss you around.” Why he couldn’t understand that you just weren’t in the mood for a big party? You would do whatever he wanted to do. “Of course you like Steve you even get off on that.” Your sex joke put him in a better mood “Only when you are naked.”

Keep reading