#but idk as someone who'd been through shit and continues to go through shit (as do we all I guess)

[loumauve]

characters being offered the choice to 'live' a kind and peaceful life, by letting the thing that infected/possessed them take over while they themselves withdraw into their dream reality where everything is good and nothing hurts.. and them denying that? oof. I love it every time.

sth sth suffering is part of human existence and choosing it over living a lie is such a human thing to do

[beaversatemygrandma]

Jeez, genuinely just happy with certain things right now. (not the dmv shit, by god, not the fucking dmv shit. i hate this town.) More of the fact that suddenly there's somebody that i can literally talk to for hours a day and not even get tired of them.

Like holy shit. I know I've mentioned him a lot before already, but for some reason i just had this nagging feeling that I'd just get bored of him and just slowly stop talking. But when i say we were on the phone for FIVE WHOLE HOURS TODAY, I am not even exaggerating. Five. Like what. Like, we can just talk forever. Idk how.

And then i was sitting there remembering the strangest interactions i got while spending time with him in high school. That one weird girl who'd ship people was very much like "something about those two. I see it. I ship that." And obviously like 20 damn people who'd ask if we were dating like once a month. I see why now. Yeah. I see it. There are endless conversations and just excitedly talking about the most random shit. This guy will listen to every one of my stories with such attention that i don't think I've gotten before as i just ramble on about something for an hour. I'm talking full interest, actual questions, pushing into the weirdest shit that I'm into and just running with it. I can tell him stories of my chaotic past without even spooking him too. There's just so much care there.

Every once and a while i still have that thought of "am i just doing this because I've been lonely?" Because this is the same guy who I'd be offended when somebody asked if he was my boyfriend in high school. He really is so sweet and caring and just a perfect personality to get along with. Yet also sort of a huge overthinker, over-worrier, overly apologetic. Also the type to suddenly stumble over words in a sentence and dwell on it for the next three minutes before I'm just "And, what was next?" and then just "Sorry, uhh" and just continues. Like, it's fine. That's something that can easily be worked on and he's very aware of it. But it does get annoying if I'm not in the best mood. Even if i can absolutely understand where it's from.

And then there's me going back and forth if I'm actually attracted to him. Like yeah, he's gotten cuter since high school. Definitely has. He's not a bad looking guy at all. And even some other bonuses too, but in more of a way of that one thing i saw the other day along the lines of "why are twinks always to hung?" (it's because smaller frame. and yeah. it's impressive on them, but look at someone larger and it seems average.) But holy shit is he skinny. Like sometimes, it's not even an issue. He really isn't a bad looking person at all. But then there's times like today where we were on a call for that long and he just casually mentions that he's been wandering around the house shirtless because it was just so damn hot today and people are still refusing the AC at 85F outside. And he just turns on the camera and not even in that annoying hot boy way because he's definitely not that in the slightest, and just swings around to the mirror in his room with this awkward chuckle. (he has a very cute chuckle ngl) And i just go through multiple stages of awkward. The first being the "oh hell yeah" but my dad is like ten feet away (tiny place, unavoidable), the second being the "there's nothing to even hold there. so small. so thin." and the third just me looking away just awkward as shit. I took a couple more glances, just centering my thoughts there and still just stopped on "how is he that damn thin...?" Like, this is the first guy i have been interested in that i outweigh by a good 20lbs. And I'm not even fat. I'm 5'3 and a little squishy. He's damn near 6'. That's a Sheer Noticeable Difference. Still not a bad looking guy, but wow. For somebody who sexts the way he does, I'm afraid I'll crush him with some of his wants there. That or at least suffocate him, but jesus. I'm afraid I'll break him. And i know being underneath somebody heavier than you, really doesn't bother you much. Been there, done that. Someone nearly 100lbs heavier didn't bother me at all and if anything, i Liked that A Lot. But this. Hell, Ik BMI doesn't mean jackshit, but I'm a 25 and he's like 17. That's A Lot. Also I've not been with somebody thin in uh... YEARS. Many YEARS. Sort of have a thing for guys who are more around 200 and not 125. And the last time i was with a skinny guy, he was sort of the biggest piece of shit I've ever met. Not the same thing here, but you know how it is sometimes.

But honestly, all that doesn't mean shit when this guy literally checks every single damn box otherwise. Like he cares and he cares A LOT. There's a lot of well meaning there. Like he's great in a whole lot of ways. Really is. But wow. Falling very very hard before even having gotten to finally see him again in person after 6 fucking years. Because omg the random plans we just up and make, the long ass talks over nothing and everything, the care in what he says. And this is only long distance so far. And I'm already to the point where i want to just drop everything, go back to the hometown, have him over for like a week straight and do literally everything, and definitely cuddle the shit out of him. But AH? Small? What to hold onto and cuddle with?? THAT'S where I'm at. Still really want to though. This boy has me and it both makes me so damn happy, but also confuses the absolute shit out of me. I mean, I know I'm going through with this anyways, but my taste in men is tingling in a weird way right now lol

[bluejaem]

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝐥.𝐡𝐜

↳ PAIRING | enemy!donghyuck × fem!reader

↳ GENRE | fluff, e2l!au (ig?)

↳ WARNING/s | cursing, they robbed a grocery store ;-; a kiss? cringey af, NOT PROOFREAD!!

↳ WORD COUNT | 957

↳ SYNOPSIS | it's just a rushed e2l oneshot sjfnsnfns

↳ AUTHOR'S NOTE | Thank you so much for 400 followers!! I wrote a little something in celebration of this milestone fshfhdhf. It may not be that great, and there may be a lot of grammar or vocabulary mistakes, my apologies! TYSM FOR THIS MILESTONE! Honestly, idk what I've written here lmao. Is this rushed? Yes. Yes, it is. Enjoy the shit I whipped up instead of studying for my math exam—

“Is he gone?” you turn back for the last time to check whether that certain someone was still chasing you both. “Come this way,” Donghyuck interlocked his hands with yours and pulled you towards a small alley at the corner of the street. You both leaned against the wall trying your best to hide yourselves and your shadows. You get this massive adrenaline rush, a feeling like you're flying or on fire. This may have been the most rebellious thing you’ve done in your whole life. And by this, I mean, you and donghyuck stealing from a grocery store. Sure, you must’ve done some other such things before too, and it may not be such a big deal, but in this case, the person who was your accomplice made it all the more a new experience for you. It was a wholly new and rare experience for you.

These past few hours with Donghyuck have made you realize that he wasn’t as bad as you thought he was. Yeah, he was kind of annoying and irksome at some point in time, but he was actually a pretty fun person to be around. Honestly, you didn’t even know why you both hated each other or were enemies. But you weren’t going to lie, even bickering with him just for fun was amusing for you. Funny how you both wouldn’t have anything else to talk to each other about other than bantering with each other. The way he would roll his eyes at all your comments, or the way he would poke his cheek with his tongue when he didn’t know how to get back at you, you found it all to be so intriguing.

You snapped out of your trance when you heard his voice again, “it looks like he left,”

he turned back to look at you, and that's when you both realised how close you were standing to each other. you could feel his warm breath hitting your face, the invigorating smell of his cologne intoxicating all your senses. a blush crept up his cheeks when he noticed how close you guys were. he decided to stand towards the other side, but he was abruptly stopped from doing so.

And that's when you both realised that you guys had been holding each other's hands the whole time. you only realised this when it was time for one of you to let go.

“should we—”

“let's—”

before one of you would try to speak, the other would want to say something too, and the both of you would suddenly become quiet. it wasn't supposed to be this awkward—

“should we head back?” donghyuck finally broke the silence, not being able to handle the awkwardness in the air between the two of you. “yeah, it's getting dark,”

you both quietly made your way out the dark alley, and onto the street. there was almost nobody outside, just the two of you and some stray dogs and cats.

Words were few and failing between the two as though the silence that sat with them had laid its old lips on theirs and sucked them dry of speech.

“so...” your voice trailed off, leading to donghyuck looking back up at you, his gaze now leaving the ground. “mhm?”

“why do you hate me?” lord knows what made you ask him that and how you actually got the courage to do so. You look at him to see if he'd answer your question, but after about a minute of silence, you didn't think you'd get one.

However, you did.

“I don't, actually,” he halted, and so did you. “wait, what?”

he continued. his eyes fixed on the ground, with him lost in his thoughts. “I just loved getting a reaction out of you. The way every time I'd tease you, your face would get a little red with annoyance, and the little lip bite that you do to suppress your laughter when I crack a joke or the genuine laughter that I get out of you when I do something stupid.”

A smile was formed on his lips as he went on, “the way you smile whenever you see kids, and the way your eyes would immediately crinkle when you'd see pets, and the amount of love and affection you have for your close ones,”

“perhaps, I don't hate you, y/n,” he said. This time, making direct eye contact with you. His dark brown orbs piercing through yours.

Stars light the sky like snowflakes in the night, yet appear still, like an old photograph. Haechan smiles, feeling the wind blow his hair into a tousled mane.

“you– like me?” his sudden confession left you astounded. “I know, it's hard to believe, I can't really believe it myself,” he chuckled. but his aura soon changed, “I tried to deny it for so long, but I don't want to anymore.”

the next thing he knew, you had crashed your lips on his. With a thousand emotions taking over you. You could only focus on how soft he felt against your mouth, how addictively he invaded all your senses.You felt him washing over like a wave of warmth, curling your toes, unfurling all your senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all thoughts. Your whole body tingled, the feeling of his frame leaning on yours as his arms wrapped around you felt nearly forbidden. He pulled you in, claiming your mouth again, hungry and intense, until your knees gave in, intoxicated in the moonlight.

How the stars would move, the galaxies tumble and dart, the starlight kept its familiar pattern. The constellations, who'd witnessed centuries and millennia just the same, watched over you both— as he kissed you under the moonlight.

© BLUEJAEM, 2021

[kickingitwithkirk]

She’s My Whip

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2250

Warnings: oral (m & f giving/receiving) sex, squirting, cursing, pornish language and other adulting things that make it 18+only

A/N:  A-Z Kink Challenge: Younger/Older  Written for @covered-byroses #cbrkinkchallange  Thank you Ms.Kelly for letting me participate in my first writing challenge

A/N: this is my first work (outside a drabble) I’ve ever let anyone read. I quit writing over a decade ago so I’m rusty as hell but working on getting my mojo back. Creative criticism welcome

A/N II: 3/21/21 I did some rewriting on this piece I love so much, fixing the things that’s nagged at me since original release.

* no beta , all mistakes are mine

*GIF not mine

“...So that’s when I knew I had closed the deal.” The guy next to me at the bar Greg, or Gary, who'd been droning on about this deal for the last twenty minutes looked at me waiting for a response.

“That’s fantastic, congratulations on closing the deal.” You responded enthusiastically, faking it like an orgasm during bad sex. 

Sipping on the glass of wine he ordered, trying not to grimace at the taste and wondering for the umpteenth time what is it with men your age? Why did they feel entitled to decide what to order you without asking?

Now in your early forties you prefer men like your alcohol, on the younger side with an adventurous edge.

Tuning out ummm, David as he continues to prattle on about his whatever. He seems like a nice guy, kinda reminds you of that character from Pleseantville, the husband who kept saying where’s my dinner.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to interrupt your evening, but I need to speak to Ms. Y/L/N.” You both turn to see who is addressing you.

 Fuck me, he’s here.

He and his partner, Agent Dean Smith, showed up your workplace this morning about the weird event in HR department. They had every red blooded woman, and a few of the guys, drooling in their lattes. 

After your interview with Agent Smith, who’d been flirting with everyone female with a pulse during their interviews, he asked you for drinks and whatever.

It had been extremely tempting, he was ridiculously good looking with those succulent full lips, green eyes, bowed just enough for you to fit perfectly between legs and cinnamon freckles that made you wonder if he’s covered everywhere in them.

You hated to admit it’s been to damn long since any man has giving you such a through fucking, you know, the type that makes your legs shake uncontrollably when you cum and walk funny for days.

You had reluctantly..very reluctantly.. turned him down. The reason being the man standing behind you.

“And who might you be?” Ralph maybe, asks rudely.

 Agent Samuel Wesson flashes his FBI credentials at possibly John before turning to addresses you. He’s delicious, literally walking sex with those long, long legs.

“Ms. Y/L/N, could we go somewhere more private? I have some questions that need clarification.”  Unable to answer because your brain has migrated to your pussy that’s dripping wet from the sound of his deep, whiskey-honey voice alone.

Crossing your legs you clenched your thighs together trying to cover your down south problem but he tracks your movement with those indelible, fox slanted eyes and smirks.

Shit.

“Look, I don't care if your President...” Steve, IDK, says standing up to get in his face but falls short, literally, by several inches.

Biting on the inside of your cheek to stop bursting out in laughter you take a sip of the horrid wine to compose yourself because there is absolutely no way in hell your going to pass up on the opportunity to make time with this gorgeous mountain of a man who’s literally made you cum without even touching you. 

Standing up you insert yourself between them and play with Donny’s tie. “I’m so sorry, we were having such a good time, and I was thinking of asking you back to mine, but I’d feel awful if I know something and didn't help, please don't be mad at me.” You pout a bit, pretending to actually sound sorry, all the while internally cringing at the fucking drivel spewing out of your mouth to mollify whatchamacallit.

If anyone had asked you how you thought this night would have ended, never in a million would you have said that you’d be reclining on the hood of a ‘67 Impala in an empty field splitting a bottle of Knob Creek Whiskey with Samual Wesson, IE Sam Winchester, discussing everything from politics to debating if GOT’s ending was screwed up while stargazing.

Sam takes a long pull off the bottle before handing it back, “Why did you turn Dean down?” He inquires.

“I’ve been around long enough to know a player when I see one,” you take a long pull from the bottle, “and I’ve reached an age where I don’t and won’t be played.” You answer honestly handing the bottle to Sam.

He’s taking a drink when you cheekily add, “Besides, he’s too old for me.”

Coughing from the whiskey going down the wrong way Sam finally croaks out, “To old? He’s three years younger than you.” You raise an eyebrow at that.

“You know how old I am?” 

Sam starts peeling off the bottles label, “Yeah, I do. I checked out everyone who had any connection to the victim. I didn’t think you’d be interested, Dean’s well...Dean. Women are always attracted to him but then he said you turned him down and....”

“...you followed me to that bar hoping to get lucky?” It’s hard to see under the moonlight but you know he’s blushing, “I’ll admit it was sorely tempting but I turned Dean down because you're more my type.” Sam looked up in surprise. 

You shift towards him reaching for the bottle, “Look, I like younger men, it's my thing and I find I have more in common with them. Nobody thinks twice about some old fart fucking a twenty something, but if an older woman is sexually adventurous, oh my god everyone goes spar! Lots of younger men today prefer being with someone who’s life doesn’t revolve around kids, can hold an intellectual conversation and isn’t looking to put a ring on it.

I came across this British blogger in her fifties dating men in their twenties and they were the ones doing the chasing. She came up with this new term for women like us, W.H.I.P-Women who are Hot, Intelligent and in their Prime. Fucking better than that old, tired, cliche Cougar.” 

Sam ruminants over what you said, “So sexually adventurous...ever do it on an Impala?” He asks with a lascivious grin.

”Nuh-uh,“ you answer running your tongue teasingly around the bottles lip before taking a drink. 

Sam's eyes dilate as he pulls the bottle away, brushing his lips against yours to taste the whiskey lingering on them.

Opening your mouth you catch his bottom lip, sucking on it as he tangles his hands into your hair, deepening the kiss as you work at opening the buttons of his shirt. Pushing against Sam's chest he sits back a bit so you can remove it before shifting him fully onto his back, allowing you to straddle his narrow hips and making your skirt ride up revealing your cheekster panties

Sam slips his hand between your obscenely spread thighs, roughly palming your clit through the material making you hiss, reaching to pull his hand away before your cumming to fast. He takes hold your ass in both of his big hands grips tightly pulling and pushing, making you roughly glide over his rapidly filling cloth covered cock. He’s keeping you right on edge but not allowing you to cum, the friction from the grinding eliciting moans from both of you. He sits both of you upright suddenly, gripping your shirts hem lifting it off revealing your bare breasts to him.

Sam bends forward taking your left nipple between his lips sucking on it then bits down hard enough you cry out from the pain/pleasure of it. Tangling both your hands in his hair you tug until he switches breasts to give the same treatment to your other nipple. Dragging him off your chest you resume kissing him hard, both of you start fighting for dominance.

Reaching down you unzip his pants, dipping your hand in to caress him. Sam's head drops back with a groan, exposing his neck. Your lips travel down his throat, stopping, sucking a bruise just above his collarbone.

Sliding backwards off the cars hood you finish stripping him until he's lying completely naked, legs wantonly spread out across the hood. You watch him grip his cock stroking himself as you discard the last of your own clothes before climbing back on the car.

“You’re stunning,” Sam breathily says stroking himself harder.

Keeping eye contact you place your hand over his, guiding him down to firmly grip the base of his twitching cock to steady it as you move your hands around on the hood to balance yourself, bending over to flick your tongue along the underside of his shaft up to that specific sensitive area, your tongue teasing the nerves there, making Sam shiver and noisily start panting before slowly sliding up to the slit, lapping at the precum leaking from the tip before wrapping your lips around his cock and start steadily bobbing up and down, taking his ample cock as deep as you can without gagging.

“Oh fuck yesss..feels so good,” Sam moans out as his muscles jerk from the way your tongue is moving over his cock that’s suctioned tight in your mouth.

Pulling off you stroke your hand up and down his long, thick shaft, twisting towards the tip while watching Sam massage his balls.

Sam's head thunks against the windshield as his breaths coming out harsh and broken, hips bucking wildly around from the combined stimulation.

“Fuckingfuck... fuuuu...gonna…’ was all the warning he gives before spilling hot liquid over your fingers and spurting onto the Impalas hood, painting it with white splatters as you continue stroking lightly with your cum covered fingers, easing him through the aftershocks till Sam reaches down pulling you off, to sensitive for anymore touching.

Sitting up Sam cups your cheeks in his big hands staring intently at you with lust blown chameleon eyes. “How the fuck did you do that, I haven’t cum that fast since puberty.”

Instead of saying anything, you insert your cum covered fingers one by one into you mouth, sucking and licking till your hands clean of his spending. He wraps his big hand around your wrist pulling your hand away and deeply kisses you, tasting himself in your mouth. 

“Backseat now.” He growls getting off the hood and still holding your wrist gathers the discarded clothes with his other hand before dragging you with him around the car.

Opening the door he urges you to slide across the bench seat until you lying back against the other door legs spread wide to accommodate him as he’s climbing between them, somehow fitting his immense frame in the car.

Sam runs his long, slender fingers along the inside of your thighs, over your hips and stomach, studying every tremble and shiver to his touch moving to lightly stroke between your folds, inserting two fingers into your soaked channel searching for that spot. “Hmmm..” You moan out as Sam finds it.

Somehow he amazingly folds himself up and spreading his fingers to stretch your opening to delve his tongue into your core wanting a taste while continuing to stroke your thighs and hips with his other hand to keep you stimulated.

“Fuuuccckk,” the only warning you can give as you climax.

Sam adjusts the movements of his hand to keep working your swollen g spot, pushing you towards another orgasm.

The car fills with the wet squelching sounds with his fingers moving in and out of your drooling cunt as nonsensical noises come out of your mouth at the same time. 

“Uhhh...to much….can’t…”  your barley able to pant out pushing on the seat back trying to get some leverage to move away from him.

“Yes you can, cum for me again, I want to see you squirt, ruin the seat.” Sam growls out pinning both of your hands in his left one against the doors window.

You can feel it starting deep inside, begging for release, but your massively overstimulated and your body keeps fighting it.

 “Just let go, I know you can,” Sam says in a calm, level voice, stark contrast to his animalistic actions, “let it happen…let go!” Your bodies shaking violently, hips thrusting up off the seat as your orgasm hits so hard you silently scream, your inner muscles spasming your release, flooding over his wrist and hand onto the leather seat below.

He briefly continues the steady movement of his fingers then gently pulls them out as your walls continue clenching around nothing.

Releasing your hands he picks up your discarded skirt wiping your overused pussy tenderly, cleaning you up as much as possible before lifting your hips and placing the old army blanket on the seat and lying down behind you spoons your quivering body till it’s calmed.

 “You ok?” He asks softly stroking your arm, soothing you. “Yeah, better than ok,” you drowsily murmur, “what possessed you to recreate the night we meet?”

“Wanted to do something special for our fourth anniversary.” He lovingly replies nuzzling your neck.

 “And your birthday,” you feel Sam make a face at being reminded he is now thirty-six. “Why is this one bothering you, they never have before.”

 “Its stupid,” he sighs, making you turn your head enough to look at him. “Dean noticed that grey hair and..”

“..gave you shit about it. You could ignore him.”

“Mission impossible, it’s Dean” Sam says, sighing again.

“Hmm, well then there's only one option...Winchester him.” You say looking serious.

Sam smiles at your suggestion. It had been to damn long since he had pranked Dean and payback was way overdue. 

“See, with age comes wisdom, grasshopper”