#and it will suck literally so so bad if I don’t get it the fuck together

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show me love [ dean w. ]

SUMMARY . you and dean’s friendship (of both platonic and sexual nature) falls apart when his father goes missing TAGS . 0.7k words, cliffhanger, all texting, heavy angst LAILA’S NOTES . y’all I’d apologize but this is the first thing i’ve written in years so if anything we should be happy.

February 2003

Dean: Hey, sweetheart.

Still in Georgia?

You: Yeah, why? Are you thinking of passing by?

Dean: Something like that. 

I’ll be there in two days, maybe. 

You: That sounds great, D. Text me when you’re here.

+

August 2003

Dean: Look outside. 

You: You’re a real piece of work, you know that? 

Rocks at my windows was sexy a century ago.

Dean: Still worked though, didn’t it?

You: Yeah, asshole, I’m awake at three in the morning.

Dean: Does that mean you’re not gonna open the door?

You: Fuck you. I’m getting dressed.

Dean: No point, gonna take it all off anyway.

+

You: You left suddenly, didn’t know I was a one night stand, asshole.

Dean: Sorry, sweetheart, Sam called and I didn’t wanna wake you up. We can grab something to eat tonight, how’s that?

You: Is that a promise you actually plan on keeping?

Dean: Swear on my life.

You: I’ve seen it, ain't much to swear by.

Dean: Ouch.

You: Miss you, pick me up at seven.

Dean: See ya then, baby.

+

June 2005

Dean: Hey

You: Hi, D. Been a while.

Dean: Yeah, I’m sorry

You: It’s okay, I never expect much from us anyway. What’s up?

Dean: Do you think I’m a bad person?

You: No. Why would you say that?

Dean: I’m gonna ask Sam to come back, I can’t find dad.

You: Why didn’t you tell me? And it doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. I mean, I would advise against it, Sam deserves a good life and you know that, but the fact that you’re asking before doing it says everything I need to know.

Dean: What does it say?

You: That you have a pure heart, D. Don’t ever doubt it, okay? 

But also incase you were actually thinking of it, please don’t go get Sam. He’s out, he’s finally out of the life, Dean.

I text him every week and he’s happy and in love, don’t do it.

Dean: I’m sorry.

You: Answer the phone.

Dean answer me.

Stop ignoring my calls

You suck

You: You’re still not a bad person.

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August 2005

You: I will never forgive you.

Ever.

Dean: I didn’t know you’d be here.

You: Fuck you. You disappeared on me for months and stop answering my calls you fucking asshole and then I try talking to you and you walk away in front of everyone.

Do you understand how fucking humiliating that was for me? My sister’s asking if I’m okay, that’s how bad it is.

Dean: I’m sorry.

You: You’ve never once meant that, Dean. 

Not fucking once.

You’re a dick.

And one day, you’re the one who’s gonna regret it, not me.

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September 2005

Dean: Hunted a Djinn today.

Wanna know what my perfect life looked like? 

You: Oh now you wanna talk?

Real nice of you.

Dean: You know what it was

You: And yet I don’t care

Don’t text me again

Dean: You would’ve blocked me if you meant it.

It was you, sweetheart.

You: Good night, Dean. 

Dean: Night.

+

Sam: Hey, darling.

You: Sam!!!!!!!

I’ve missed you endlessly 

Literally haven’t seen you in ages

Sam: Yeah, sorry about that.

Dean told me that he met you at the gathering.

You: Yeah why weren’t you there?

Sam: Just didn’t feel like it.

But I do miss seeing you, send me your location?

You: Virginia, what about you?

Sam: Close. About a day out.

You: You don’t have to, we can meet up when we’re closer.

Sam: Ah, so you don’t wanna see me?

You: No no no I do, just don’t bring Dean.

Please, Sammy.

Sam: Sorry, sweetheart but if I drive him around then I get to go wherever he does.

You: Dean?

Sam: Yeah, Sam’s in the bathroom. We’re on our way.

You: Don’t text me.

Sam: Heard that threat before.

Sam: Hey, sorry, I didn’t know he would do that.

You: I’m wrapping up my hunt, won’t be in Virginia when you get here.

Sam: No no, please.

You: Sorry.

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January 2006

Sam: Hey.

You: Hi.

Sam: Dean’s dying.

You: What are you talking about?

Sam, answer the phone.

Sam the last thing I told him is to not talk to me please answer the phone

Sam: We’re at Bobby’s.

You: I’m on my way.

[gretavanflame]

Oral Fixation

Jake Kiszka x Reader (f)

Cw: SMUT Including: oral (m) receiving, handjob, overstimulation, nicotine addiction, vaping, mentions of weed, cursing, angst, slight meanness but just couple banter, cocky Jake, no pun intended…

Summary: "If you need something to suck on babe, by all means…” 

Word Count: 2.3k

“You’re so addicted to that” Jake snides from across the couch, arms stretched wide and socked feet resting on the counter top. 

His attention isn’t even on you and he half looks like a bum with his grey sweatpants, wife beater and unbrushed hair hanging down his shoulders, so you just roll your eyes and turn back to the tv as the sweet peach smoke is exhaled from your lungs.

You’d be lying however if you said he doesn’t look extremely attractive right now. You’ve always had a special thing for this version of him- casual and arrogant, but authoritative and sexy. Not to mention the small tank top he sports shows off his biceps, and his tangled hair still looks soft to the touch. And of course he still smells amazing- like burning wood and whiskey. 

Jake chuckles at the stupid sitcom playing in front of you- the one he had picked that he knows you don’t even like. You hold the vape between your lips so you can pull your phone from your pocket when you feel his eyes on you again. 

When you don’t respond to his pathetic comment he leans closer, smirking as he lunges forward in an attempt to grab the stick from you. You squeal, pulling away just at the last second. You take the vape from your mouth, holding it with a steady grip to blow the smoke into his face.

“Bleh!” he dramatizes, falling back into the couch, coughing and clutching his chest.

“Oh shut the fuck up Jake. Don’t act like you’re better than me for smoking weed instead. Fucking asshole” you mutter softly, but unfortunately for you, he’s heard it.

"Excuse me?" he questions, his previously playful tone giving way to a more demanding one.

“I’m joking, my dearest love” you mock, blowing him a quick kiss sealed with a wink.

You return your attention back to your phone, desperate for this man you love so much to leave you alone. Of course however, he decides to bring back up the one topic you’ve vetoed indefinitely. 

“I mean- it’s not even a nicotine addiction at this point. It’s a full on oral fixation y/n. I mean you do realize that right?”

“Okay Jake. So fucking what. You have a fucking guitar fixation and it’s pathetic. You literally can’t go 5 seconds without talking about it, and you buy a new one every week, blowing all your money. We all have something. Please. Drop. It.”

He brushes off your cruel words with a shrug. He isn’t trying to hurt your feelings too bad. Maybe just trying to motivate you to quit. But he doesn’t have to poke so hard at this sore spot, and he knows it.

You try to ignore him again, turning your attention back to your phone.

“I bet you can’t even go one episode without using it” he challenges, raising his eyebrows and crossing his arms, accentuating his muscles. 

You stare at him blankly, physically trying to keep your eyes from rolling or your hands from punching. Slowly without breaking eye contact, you inhale a big hit, holding it in your mouth to puff out a ghost.

Before you can process what’s happened, Jake lunges forward again, grabbing the vape from your hand and retreating back to his side of the couch.

“Hey, give it back!”

You climb over, wrestling him for the vape while he smiles and giggles. If you weren’t so mad you’d almost think it adorable.

“You can’t get it” he teases, holding it away from your face while you helplessly grab at his arms.

You climb over his lap and try to reach for it one last time before giving up and crossing your arms in protest. He quickly slips the device into his pocket before gently resting his hands on the tops of your thighs.

His voice softens to a gravelly mumble. “I never meant to judge your oral fixation y/n. Just the nicotine one. If you need something to suck on babe, by all means…” 

Jake smirks deliciously and you feel your stomach twist. As much of an asshole as he is, you can’t help but enjoy his lewd comments that secretly make you want him more. There’s just something about the man you love being so unapologetically sexual. You fucking love it. 

You stare at him challengingly, cocking your brow as your tongue briefly flicks against the inside of your cheek. Looking down at his waistband that you now straddle, you bring a single finger to drag along it. You hear his breath hitch and you smile to yourself. 

“Okay Jake. Fine. We can watch your stupid show and you are definitely giving that back to me after… but I'll play your little game.”

And play it you will.

“Because you looove me y/n” he flashes a sly toothy grin before grabbing your thighs tighter to roll your body over him. His hardening length grinds against you and you feel your pussy twitch deliciously. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night” you feign a smile, knowing you're both aware of your bluff. 

You step off of him to lay across the couch on your stomach, leaving your head resting just inches above his waist. You feel his eyes trained steadily on you as you pull down his sweats and boxers. After he lifts his hips, you pull the clothes down to rest at his lower thighs.

A genuine smile creeps across your face at the sight of his cock, still mostly soft and gentle in contrast to his overly smug words. 

You look up to find him already staring at you and you quip, “I thought we were watching your show? The one you so badly wanted to watch?”

“Oh so now I can’t look at you while my dick is in front of your face?” He rolls his eyes.

“Exactly!” 

He almost laughs, but when he sees you aren’t joking, he scoffs, reluctantly bringing his attention back to the screen in front of him.

Smiling in satisfaction, you finally touch him, watching as his stomach muscles tense up at the slight contact. You drag your palm across his length down to his balls, cupping them to deliver a slow and sensual massage. Jake exhales a long breath and you can tell it’s taking every bit of his will power to not look at you.

You wrap your hand loosely around him, dragging it up to his tip where your thumb glides it over. You can feel him hardened under your touch, little by little as you stroke him softly. 

“You are such a tease y/n” Jake mutters, eyes still on the tv. 

You look up to find him looking much less composed as before- eyes hazy and mouth slightly parted.

“Vapes don’t talk.”

Jake smirks as you bring your lips to the tip of his cock. Parting them slightly, you wrap around him, sucking in ever so softly, feeling as he hardens even further. 

You secure your hand at his base, squeezing slightly and holding him in place so your mouth can continue to suck. You stick your tongue out, licking a stripe up the side of his cock to the tip which you take in an inch deeper. You swirl your tongue around as he releases a deep sigh.

You giggle quietly and bob your head a few times before pulling off of him. You place chaste kisses, just barely touching, down and back up the side of his cock, saving the smallest peck for his most sensitive spot. Jake squirms in his seat, hips involuntarily thrusting up, searching desperately for the touch of your lips. You smile, pulling away to switch back to stroking him with your hand.

You carefully land a trail of spit onto the tip of his cock and see his eyes catch sight of it. You click your tongue and shoot him a disapproving look. He quickly rolls his eyes and turns his attention away as you finally take him in again.

You begin to slide your lips down as Jake’s hand tangles into your hair, just resting there. The touch is comforting as you sink deeper, that is until he uses his hand to push your head down an inch.

A gag forces its way through your throat and you pull away, scoffing loudly. 

As much as you enjoy that side of him- the side that asks, or rather, demands you to get on the bed so he can tie you up, or tells you to touch yourself while he watches, today is a little different, and you can tell he isn’t used to it. Today he has to learn what you get if you decide to be a little prick.

“Put your hands away.”

He throws them up, looking obviously annoyed. “I can’t even stroke your hair!!?”

“Well that’s not what you did, is it?”

You raise your brow in question, daring him to respond as your thumb begins to drag slow circles over the bead of spit that rests on the slit of his cock. You soak up his new demeanor, as he struggles to focus on your words, his chest rising and falling heavily. 

“Is it?”

“No” he chokes out, stomach muscles contracting as he moans sweetly.

You smile. “As a matter of fact, put your hands behind your head.”

You relish the way he obeys without hesitation. You’re finally starting to realize why he so enjoys having this power over you instead of the other way around. 

You turn back to the sight of his throbbing cock and pink tip that’s just begging to be sucked. You let your lips spread wide over it, moving your tongue in big, slow circles.

Jake’s quiet exhales sound like little whimpers and you feel your own stomach tightening. Half of you wants to just get on top of him, but the other wants to see how this will end.

You switch back to long strokes, taking him in all the way until your nose is almost flush with the base of him. You do your best to relax your throat and still for a moment. You construct your throat around him and he lets out a wanton moan that makes your pussy throb.

You pull off of him and a long strand of spit connects the two of you. You go straight back, sucking him all the way up and down as he spirals closer and closer.

Minutes pass of you spoiling him, and you can hear the noise he makes when he’s just about to finish. A small “fuck” drifts off his tongue and you glance up to see his eyes shut tight and brows drawn up in pleasure. His mouth hangs open and he looks so far gone that you could easily grab the vape back from his pocket. But this is much more fun. 

His breath comes out in little pants and you wrap your mouth around him and hollow out your cheeks as your hand works over the rest of him.

You hear his soft voice say something you can’t quite make out and you turn just your eyes to catch sight of him.

“I’m gonna fucking come…” he whispers again, face still drawn in the same position, making it seem as if he’s almost in pain. 

You smile around him, using your tongue to lap over his tip while his hands struggle to stay behind his head. He hunches his body over, opening his eyes to rest hazily on you while his cock twitches in your mouth. 

A loud grunt makes its way out of him just as you feel his warm cum shoot into your mouth. You use it as lubrication, painting it all over his sensitive tip with your outstretched tongue.

His hips start to buckle and he hisses sharply while his leg twitches. You pull off of him, using your hand to stroke the last remnants of cum from him. He watches you, and you allow it because he looks so fucking hot and fucked out. 

You feel his body start to relax as his breathing evens out. Your hand stops for a moment, but he looks at you with confusion when you start to move again. Your mouth quickly latches back onto him. You lick the underside of his cock, slow and delicately as his whole body jolts. He whimpers bashfully as his hips try to escape you. 

“What are you doing?” he quivers.

“I'm not done yet” you reply simply, licking him again like he's a bright red lollipop. 

Your tongue laps over him in short licks and he squirms away again, whimpering even louder as his legs start to thrash around.

“Okay y/n I get it I get it… It feels- fuckkk” his eyes roll to the back of his head just for a second before he snaps them back, swallowing to regain his composure. He grits his teeth together and squeezes his hands into the couch while his body raises off of it.

“The show isn’t over. It’s my oral fixation Jakey. You said it yourself- I need something to suck on” you coo innocently, looking up at him with wide eyes while internally smirking before bringing your lips back to his swollen, bursting cock.

“Fuck fuck fuck…” Jake shuts his eyes tight, finally laughing as he pulls you away for the final time. You sit up straight, laughing along with him while his dick twitches and his trembling starts to subside. 

“I wasn’t done” you tease, beaming as you sit up on your hands.

He returns the smile, reaching his hand out to stroke over your cheek. You bite your lip, looking at him hungrily. He catches his breath while he stares back with the same amount of lust. You both gaze at each other for a moment, just enjoying the silence.

You watch then as his eyes lower and his tongue licks across the corner of his mouth. He watches you with an intensity that excites you- the look of a snake coiling before it strikes. Your heartbeat quickens in two places. 

The corner of his mouth is pulled into a wicked smirk.

“Your turn.” 

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This guy stole somewhere between 3 to 6 MILLION dollars from my grandmother by conning my great aunt into signing over her estate and medical & financial power of attorney to him literally on her death bed

I and my aunt have been working basically a whole second job the last 3 months trying to get together a legal case to go after this guy. And now my grandma wants to drop it. And no one else has standing so what the fuck can we do.

This man has absolutely done this to other ppl before, there is no doubt in my mind. I’ve seen his property records for just what’s publicly available in my county and it’s sketchy as hell. I am never going to get over this but there’s nothing I can do.

Gonna put like a million more thoughts in the tags because I’m losing my fucking mind.

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[bibleofficial]

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So there’s this kid I work with who screams and kicks people for 20+ minutes straight because they don’t want to do a single worksheet. I don’t blame the kid though; there are absolutely zero expectations at home and all they eat is sugar, which can’t be good for their mood. I’ve been trying to think of ways for all the kids there to engage in healthier behaviors; but I’m specifically focusing on the ones with dire conditions (such as refusing to drink water, not eating enough, or harming people (which will put them in danger as an adult)).

Today I put a letters puzzle on a different kid’s desk to keep them occupied and this kid just walked over and did it because they’re a perfectionist and need everything in its place. Maybe I can put the letters puzzle on their desk to lure them there and then replace it with worksheets once they’re finished (to ease the transition), and that way I don’t have to physically carry an 80 pound child to their desk multiple times a day, and said kid doesn’t have to endure me carrying them. Ohhhhhhhhh my god that might work

Now I need to find a way to get them to drink water and eat more nutritious food. I can try the chart thing but idk if it’ll work on this kid. I can’t use candy as an incentive because they don’t like candy…

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