#gonna pick up some extra hours at my part time gig tho

[l3irdl3rain]

Merrill went in to see the doctor today and he said everything looks great. She has some normal old cat things like cataracts and a number of skin tags but nothing to be worried about.

I want to do another fundraiser for Safe Harbor Humane Society, this time in honor of Merrill. If you would like to and have the means to please feel free to throw some money into the fund! Last time we raised $155

Here’s a link!

[nooneactuallyasked]

Diner Gal - Reggie x Reader Part 8

Requested: It’s a series, there are no requests here!

Word count: 2,560

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Julie and the Phantoms ( + Flynn ) go to a musical diner/café/restaurant for inspiration and hopefully a future gig but they end up meeting a very special waitress.

Note: This one is really long- the next part will be out tomorrow so be ready for that! Enjoy!

Edit: I FORGOT THE TAGLIST I’M SO SORRYYYYY!!!!!!

Part 1 here   Part 2 here   Part 3 here

Part 4 here   Part 5 here   Part 6 here

Part 6.5 here   Part 7 here

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“Hey, Diner Gal.”

Y/N smiled at the floor before turning around to face her surprise visitor, “How’s it hanging, Leather Boy?”  She probably wouldn’t admit it out loud but Reggie’s random visits were probably the main reason why Y/N had been arriving at work extra early and leaving extra late. “Alright, Julie is kinda freaking out and getting Flynn to help her pick an outfit and then Flynn freaks out and gets Julie to help her decide on a theme for the marketing stuff. You?” Y/N shrugged, “The usual.”

“So, what can I do you for?” Reggie looked down, a red flush covering his cheeks and the tips of his ears, “Well, I kinda wanted to just hang out because Julie and Luke are “writing some songs” but we all know it’s just a date and Alex is with Willie and I’m willing to bet my left sock that they’re on a date too and I didn’t wanna be alone so I thought that you’re really nice so I came here.” A smile danced on Y/N’s lips and her gaze softened, he was too sweet and just hearing his voice made her cheeks heat up slightly. Reggie’s eyes widened and he met her gaze, a horrified expression painting his face, “Unless you’re busy, sorry, I’ll- I’ll just go-“

“Woah, Reg, chill out. I’ve just got to plan out the way we’re gonna decorate the room on Friday. Plus, I like having you around, it makes my job a lot less boring.” Y/N smiled before grabbing a black notebook an opening it to a new page, she scribbled down a title so she’d remember what it was for before bullet pointing her ideas. “You know, I just realised, how much work do you do? I mean, you’re around the same age as us, you have a job and you basically co-manage this place whilst also working here as an entertainer. Do you even go to school?”

Y/N chuckled and turned to face him, “This is a part-time job but I do usually sneak in extra hours just to help out Cal, he can’t do everything by himself and there isn’t anyone else to help him, plus he’s a family friend and basically my uncle at this point. As for school, I do online school which I pay for with this job, and it all comes full circle.” Reggie frowned, “Still, it sounds like a lot. You should come to Julie’s sometime during practice and just hang out. No folders, no notes, no work, just hanging out and having a good time! And  promise me you’ll start taking it easy”

“Alright, Leather Boy, I promise and maybe I’ll take you up on that someday. But for now, just focus on your gig that’s coming up in two days, not including today of course. Speaking of, do you mind helping me out with this, I get the impression you have a lot of ideas locked up in that brain of yours.” Reggie looked at her in surprise, “You really want my help? I mean, you could ask anyone for help, why me?” Y/N stared at Reggie, her brows furrowing as a  worried expression crossed her face, “Why wouldn’t I? Reggie you’re amazing and I wouldn’t want anyone else to help me.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

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“Finish up these papers for me, I’m going out.”

“Cal, I’m already doing more than I should, I have to finish off an essay and send it in before lunch. You haven’t even started your time listings for today yet.” Y/N blew at a piece of hair that kept falling into her eyes and glared up at Cal.

“I said finish them, I’m going out.” Cal slammed the papers onto her desk and walked out of the office. “Cal, what the fuck!” Y/N stood up, her chair slamming into the wall behind her as she ran after him, papers in hand, “Where the hell are you going?” “Out.”

Cal shot her a cold glare that made her freeze in place before walking out. Y/N groaned in frustration, throwing the papers to the floor, “Shit, fuck, kill me.” Sighing, she knelt on the floor and gathered the papers back up. “Fucking asshole, but he might have something important to do and he’s just stressed about it. Calm down, Y/N.” She kept muttering reassurance to herself so as not to lose her temper once again.

Y/N glanced down at the paper, it was her schedule for the note giving out extravaganza. Oh fuckerooney, she was meant to do that now and she was already late. Y/N ran into the office and stuffed all the notes into a bag which she slung onto her shoulder before sprinting out into the street and making her way to her first stop: Firecracker’s house.

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“Y/N? You look like you ran all the way here…don’t tell me, you did, didn’t you.”

“Perhaps.”

Julie rolled her eyes despite the grin growing on her face, “You’re an idiot, you know that, right? And your face is really red.” Y/N gasped dramatically, bringing her hands to her cheeks in comical shock, “You don’t say?”

“Julie! Who’s at the door? Tell them to go away, we need to practice!” Both girls stared at each other for a second in slight shock before bursting into laughter, Y/N cleared her throat before turning to Julie, “You might want to cover your ears.” Julie raised a brow but complied as Y/N took a deep breath, “Oi, dunderheads! I thought you wanted your notes but I guess not!” Silence followed and it everything in her to not burst out laughing or snort. “And go…” Julie furrowed her eyebrows and the snickered at the sounds of scraping and scrambling that came from inside the garage.

“No! Please, give us the cheat sheet so we can win!”

“Not a cheat sheet and it’s not a competition but yes, please ignore him! We need your help!”

“Wait there’s a cheat sheet? No one said anything about a test!”

“Okay, boys, chill out and let her breath before she joins you in the afterlife.” Y/N sent Julie a grateful smile before setting the notes down on the coffee table and quickly stepping back as the boys (specifically Luke) dived for them. “So, as per mandatory instructions I need to explain the notes and help you use them to your advantage but I also took on all of Cal’s work until the weekend alongside my own so I hope you don’t mind me checking the finance’s, writing setlists and my essay and other work stuff. I promise you will still get the full explanation for each and every note!”

“You took on more? You already have so much, you promised that you’d take it easy!” Y/N rubbed her knuckles, “I know but Cal walked out on me earlier and hasn’t been himself lately so I needed to pick up where he left off. Plus, all the other workers need a manager and so that’s what I’ll become.” Julie sighed, stroking her finger along the piano keys as she sat down, “As longs as you’re sure it’s okay.” Reggie furrowed his brow but picked up his bass and slung it over his shoulder nonetheless, his concern and probable disappointment made the nasty, sinking feeling of guilt weigh down on Y/N. She didn’t like letting people down but she needed to do this, for her family, for Cal, for herself.

“So let’s do this, you can read through it and then I’ll walk you through it all.”

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.

“Oh! Julie, can you call Flynn? I’d like to see what she’s got before putting everything out there.” Julie frowned, “Are you sure, you’re already doing so much, I don’t wanna-“ “Julie, it’ll be fine just call her up, I’d rather get this done, it’s now or never.” Luke snorted, Alex rolled his eyes but smiled and Reggie choked causing Y/N to raise a brow before shrugging it off, she just needed to see this through and then maybe Cal would be okay again.

A small smile made its way onto her face when she saw Julie and Luke link pinkies behind the piano, she didn’t that was possible but they were cute so you didn’t particularly us. And hey, she got Luke’s nickname spot on, so there’s also that.

“Okay, if you’re sure then I’m sure Flynn will be delighted.” Y/N grinned, “Sweetness, let me know when she’ll get here so I can prepare a space the printer in our office back at the diner.” Reggie furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head, kinda like a confused puppy, “How do you prepare it? Are you leaving already?” Y/N chuckled and shook her head, “No, the printer is wireless and connects to all of the staff’s phones and laptops. Since I only have my phone on me I’ll be using that.”

“Ohhhh! That makes sense!”

“Yeah, Willie said something like that when we went sightseeing and we say printings being put out without anyone nearby.”

“That’s stupid, just draw them or something, what if the wireless breaks?”

“You’re talking loud for someone with bad handwriting.”

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“Hey everybody, your favourite manager has arrived!”

“Thanks for coming, Flynn. Y/N is just setting up the wireless connection back to her office, have you got a copy of the flyer or something?” Flynn grinned, “You know I do, and can I just say that I really appreciate me and my talents and you should too. You’re welcome.” Julie chuckled and led Flynn over to Y/N who looked up at them with a smile. “Hey, Flynn, it’s really great to see you again. Sorry about the short notice.” Y/N picked at the tips of her nails, a bashful smile making its way onto her face, “No problem, since Julie ditched me for her invisible boyfriend and his band geek friends I haven’t had much chance to hang around, now you’re my excuse.” Julie rolled her eyes as Flynn stuck her tongue out in her direction.

Y/N chuckled and put her phone down beside her, “Well, I’m glad to be of service. So, may I see your masterpiece?” Flynn grinned and pulled her phone out of a pocket, “I thought you’d never ask.”

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“Thanks so much, Flynn. Your flyer’s amazing, we might have to hire you properly.” Y/N winked, a bright smile on her face, “Really? I mean, these guys really need my talents but if I find some time away I might drop by.” The two girls laughed and then a thought popped into Y/N’s head. She rummaged through her bag and brought out her notebook; she ripped out a page and wrote her number onto it. “Here, Julie already has pretty much all of my contact info but I just remembered you don’t, so here’s my number.” Flynn smiled, “Thanks, I’ll put it in my phone when I get home.”

“Y/N! Do your job and help us now!” She rolled her eyes and stood up, “Once again, thanks.” Flynn sent her finger guns in return. She walked over to where the ‘band geeks’ were congregated around the piano.

“Okay, so it says ‘Remember to interact with audience members’ and ‘Move around when possible’. What does that mean?” Y/N smiled and leant against the piano, “The first one is simple, Cal really liked how you guys react with each other but since we are a performing diner the audience want to be included as well, so interact with them, send them smiles, wave at specific people, pick people out of the crows, that sort of stuff.” She shifted her body to a more comfortable position, “As for moving around, again, we’re a performing diner, everyone will have a mic pack, since you can pick up, hold and wear physical things I’m gonna assume you can wear mic packs too. I don’t know how your amps work though so just move as much as possible, Julie if you can do the most moving around that would be great, we’ll have some performers dancing and working around you but you guys are our main attraction when you’re performing. Just do what you can to the best of your ability, that's all we ask.”

“Well, I’m sure we can do that, right, boys?”

“Obviously, have you not heard us rehearse this week? We’re going blow everyone’s socks off!”

“I have a feeling anything could go badly though, what if the mic packs don’t work or one of us doesn’t appear when we start playing, or- “

“Alex, chill out, this isn’t a second hotdog, and if it is we’ll eat it so it knows who’s boss!”

“Uh, Reggie, that’s how we died, I’m pretty sure the hotdog won.”

“Huh, yeah, that checks out.”

Julie and Y/N caught each other’s eyes and burst out laughing, “Can you guys stop having your little ghostie jokes, I’m trying to boast that I’m well on my way to being a famous manager to the She-Devil herself!”

“Well, now I’ve fulfilled my part of this mission I have to head off to my next mission, Agent Y/N is officially signing out.” Julie smiles and Flynn walks up, “It was great to have you on this mission, we wish you luck in your next. Stay safe Agent, we hope to see you again.” The three girls saluted each other before snickering while the boys stared at them in confusion. Y/N walked over to her bag and slung it over her shoulder, “I’ll see you guys later.” She pushed open the garage doors, waving goodbye one last time before walking out.

Y/N started walking down the path before a loud smashing sound caught her by surprise, “Wait!” A weird sensation spread over her hand, it was warm but cold and it made her skin tingle before she felt pressure replace the weird feeling and fingers curl around her hand. “How can I help you?” Y/N turned around, plastering her customer service smile onto her face.

“Leather Boy?”

She turned to see Reggie standing there completely frozen, holding onto her hand as though it were a lifeline. “Reggie? You okay?” Reggie shook his head slightly and smiled before looking down, a sheepish expression crossing his face, “Can I hug you? Please?” Y/N’s softened and smiled brightly, “Of course, Reg. Come here.” She reached up and looped her arms around his neck as he buried his face into her shoulder, “I don’t get many hugs, the guys don’t like them and I feel like it would be weird to ask Julie.”

“Well, you can hug me anytime…that sounds really weird.” Y/N chuckles as Reggie gazes at her in admiration, “So what did scream at me and- break a plant pot for?” Y/N peers behind Reggie and finds the origin of the smashing sound. “Uh, well I was going to just say goodbye but since we’re here would you mind if I came by the diner later?” Y/N smirked, “Can’t get enough of me?” Reggie grew flustered and turned his gaze to the floor, “Well- I like looking at the food but you being there is definitely a positive.” Y/N blinked, now it was her turn to be flustered, she didn’t expect him to just come out and say something like that.

“Right, yes, well, I’ll see you there then. Um, bye.”

“Yeah, yeah, goodbye.”

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[fangirlofeverythingme]

“The right call” - Gabrielle’s 100 Follower Challenge!

Author: fangirlofeverythingme

Reader gender: Female

Paring: Sam x Reader

Words count: 5 500

Warnings: smut, a lot of graphic, delicious smut, hair pulling kink, oral sex (both receiving), swearing, awkwardness

A/N: Awfully late as usually, but here is the third fic for @bradygabrielle-blog Gabrielle’s 100 Follower Challenge. This time the prompt was “You’ve been a very bad boy.” This one is also for the great @andtheraincamefalling, because I know she wanted to know if Sam called. She also gave me the best hint to make this fic so smutty. Hope you’ll enjoy it!

 Technically a part 2 of “This is (not) the way to girl’s heart” but can definitely be read as a separate piece.

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Sam called.

It wasn’t like you didn’t expect it. After all, when he left your shop that evening with your number in his pocket at last, he’d promised he would call as soon as he was able. You didn’t have any reason to doubt he was a man of his word.

But, as hours passed, you started wondering. True, he had a hunt to finish first, that’s why he’d appeared in your herbal store in a first place, and you knew how those gigs were going. He wasn’t a first monsters fighter you’d met. That didn’t stop you from thinking that maybe he’d changed his mind, realized that you weren’t what he’d been looking for.

You tried not to give it too much thought, making yourself busy around the house. You did some cleaning, got rid of the laundry that was drying off for over a week now, waiting for your motivation. You also changed your sheets and took a long shower, spending some extra time on shaving your legs properly, you know, just in case.

Figuring out you wouldn’t hear from him till night hours, you threw on your fuzzy robe and grabbed yourself some leftovers from the fridge as a substitute of dinner. Plopping on the couch, you set your feet on the coffee table to relax.

You tried to focus on your show, but a little voice in the back of your head wouldn’t let you. It kept you excited about what was coming your way, telling you how lucky you were. It’d been a while since you dated and Sam seemed like a really nice guy. He was sweet and funny and intelligent and smokin’ hot. Just dreamy.

Almost too dreamy to be real. He implied his interest, but what if it was just it – an impression? Maybe he’d never intended to call you? Or maybe he’d be so beat up by the hunt he’d decide to sleep through it and call you tomorrow or the day after, and you’d be waiting like a dumbass. There were  various hunts, some went  good, some went bad. What if he’d never get a chance to contact you, ‘cause he… You didn’t want to finish that thought.

The battle in your head continued, two different sides of your consciousness offering you opposite scenarios, making you in turns: hot and bothered with excitement and need, then hot and bothered for a very different reason.

It was 11:30 p.m. when you finally heard the salutary ringing.

You were on your feet and by the phone in a split second. Your hand was halfway there when you stopped yourself and thought again. If you answered too quickly, it would make him think you’d spent the entire evening charging by the receiver. You’d come out eager and thirsty and that wouldn’t be a good thing. You couldn’t show Sam you cared too much, it might scare him off.

You counted to ten before you picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Y/N? It’s Sam… from the shop.” a harsh voice on the other side of the line made you exhale in relief.

“Oh, hi there!” your voice was too high with emotion for your liking.

“Sorry for the timing. Hope I didn’t wake you up?” he said a little hesitantly.

“No, not at all. I was…” ‘waiting for your call’ you wanted to say but you bit your tongue just in time “…reading.” you finished.

The awkward silence hung between the two of you. It gave you a chance to think and you noticed that he sounded a little breathy, like he was panting. It meant he did exactly as he’d promised – called you immediately after the hunt. So maybe he waited for this as much as you did.

“So, how’s the hunt?” you asked, remembering you wanted to maintain that dialog.

“Done. We’re just wrapping it up here. It was a little draining, a lot messy, but mostly surprisingly smooth.” he said and you could hear a smile in his voice. “That’s because of you. Thanks for all the tips, they made it so much easier.”

“No problem. Always happy to help a fellow witch.” you laughed.

The conversation broke again and you searched for something to say but Sam took over the reins.

“Look, Y/N. I know it’s late but…” his voice dropped an octave as he spoke and your stomach flipped with anticipation. Finally, a concrete offer. “You still wanna go for that drink?” he asked and you could swear he seemed nervous.

“Actually…” you hesitated for just a second but it was enough for Sam.

“Or we can always get a raincheck…”

“No!” you replied too quick and too eager, but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to lose your chance. “I really want to see you. Only…” you stammered a bit, then took a deep breath before you said the rest of the sentence. “I thought maybe you could come over to my place?”

There was a moment of silence before Sam spoke again.

“You sure? I mean, I could take you on a real date some other day…” he said and he sounded much deeper now, more confident, cocky even. There was something so hot in that change that you didn’t care if he knew how much you wanted him.

“Yes, I’m sure.” you simply said.

There was a little grunt at his end of the line, followed by the sound of clearing throat and you chuckled. Someone was as impatient as you were.

Sam agreed for the meeting so you gave him your street name.

“I’m gonna need more than that.” he suggested.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll know the house when you see it.” you smirked.

He wanted to say something more, but instead, you heard a distant man’s voice, a strangled growl calling for him “Sam, a little help here?!”

“Sorry, I gotta go.” the hunter murmured apologetically. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

That’s how you found yourself on your couch, talking to Sam. It was a little awkward at the beginning. Actually, it became awkward the second you’d hung up the phone. Instantly, you’d realized you’d just refused to go on a date like a good girl and invited to your house the man you practically knew nothing about. It just screamed quick hook-up to you.

It had been awkward thirty minutes later, when you’d opened the door for him and when he’d hugged you to greet you. Seeing him, you regretted right away that you wouldn’t put on a dress, because he’d made an effort of wearing a dress shirt, while you’d decided that simple t-shirt and jeans shorts would be enough.

It had been awkward when you’d led him to the couch, sitting in a safe distant from him. But then you’d started talking. The wine was being opened and everything fell to its place, because talking to Sam was the easiest thing in the world.

You chatted through one bottle, the one that Sam brought, very tasty and quite expensive, you noted, so you pulled out another. When the hunter had showed up at your door, he’d seemed tensed, still a little on edge from the job. The crimson liquid let you both relax as you shared stories from your lives, some serious and some making you laugh hard. With every sentence you got to know each other better.

“You’ve got a big , beautiful house.” he said, looking around the place. “You live here all alone?”

“I have two sisters to keep me company. But they're on vacation right now.” you replied, beating at your lower lip and the smile he gave you in response left no room for doubt. You two already knew where this conversation was heading and he just made sure no one was going to interrupt you.

That was when you heard a sound of glass hitting the floor coming from the kitchen.

Sam leapt to his feet in a blink of an eye, a gun in his hand appearing out of thin air and you let out a surprise squeak. You quickly followed him to the other room. He moved inaudible, gun aimed. He suddenly switched on the lights in the kitchen to surprise the intruder, only to see a black cat sitting on a counter, looking unimpressed at the remains of the plate he’d knocked to the floor.

“Oh God! There is also Salem! He doesn’t like to be left out.” you snorted a laughter and the pet confirmed your words with a loud meow.

“Apparently.” Sam huffed in relief. He leaned against the doorframe, the tension in his shoulders visible as they rose and fell with his heavy breaths. You could almost hear the pounding of his heart, pumping the adrenaline through his veins all over again. So much for the relaxation.

You carefully walked past the broken plate to the small kitchen window and cracked it open to let the cat out. He gracefully hopped through the slit and you watched as he vanished in the darkness of the night.

When you turned to Sam again, he was staring at the gun in his hand, scratching the back of his neck, embarrassed. “Sorry about that.” he mumbled, tucking the weapon back behind his back.

“No need to apologize.” you shrugged, discarding the pieces of glass before you walked over to him. “Must've been one hell of a fight if it still keeps you on edge.”

Absentmindedly, you reach out to place a hand on his arm and you felt the muscle twitch under your touch. God, he was all knots.

“Well, it was no milk run, but I had worse. The bad guy is down without any casualties on the way, my brother and I made it out alive, so I count it as a win.” he smiled weakly, avoiding your gaze.

Your palm squeezed reassuringly around his biceps, most of it anyway, then slid down to his wrist to finally fall by your side. It was a small gesture but he took a hint and followed you back to the living room.

The two off you sank to the couch again and this time you took a place much closer to him, folding your legs under yourself so you could face him. Grabbing your glasses you both let out another relieved exhale.

“Three ladies and a black cat, hm?” Sam chuckled, a smile returning to his face and you laughed at his comment.

“Yeah. If you asked anyone in this town where the witches lived, they would undoubtedly point at this old house.” you joked, your shoulders shaking with your giggles and your hand landing on his thigh, this time on purpose.

It didn’t escape Sam’s notice. He adjusted on the couch just a bit, so he could face you properly, his arm  stretching on the backrest, long fingers inches from you. Oh, how you’d love to feel them on your skin. He had that look on his face that was so very Sam, when just the corner of his mouth turned up with a small smirk and his eyes narrowed, darkening with lust. He bit on his lower lip and you were done. You felt like you were going to combust under his gaze if you wouldn’t take that situation any further.

“You seem to know a lot about hunting?” he said curious, tilting his head but his eyes didn’t change, roaming your body, making your blood boil. It was all you could do, not to throw yourself at him. There was no way he didn’t know what he was doing to you, you were sure it was painted all over your face. He enjoyed this.

Well, if he wanted to play that way, you were game.

“That’s because you’re not the first hunter showing up on this doorstep.” you answered as calmly as you could and his face dropped just the tiniest of a bit, a jealousy sting that you quickly soothed with an explanation. “My grandma was a real witch, she used to run the herbal store before me. She also had a way of looking into the future. A lot of hunters were coming for her help at the time. One of them was so grateful he left her a little thank-you gift in my mom’s tummy – me. ” you smiled.

“Your father was a hunter?” Sam said, raising his eyebrows in surprise, before realizing, maybe you weren’t so happy about not knowing your father, and getting a little embarrassed. “I mean… Sorry, to here that.”

“That’s all right. No hard feelings for your ‘kind’.” you waved it off with a laugh. You shifted in your seat, leaning slightly toward him, looking him straight in the eye, before you spoke again, your voice quieter and lower than previously. “Actually, it might be why I have a soft spot for bad boys now.”

“You do?” he said, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he watched you sliding closer.

“Uhm.” you murmured, drawing you bottom lip between your teeth. “And you’ve been a very bad boy.”

For a short second his forehead crinkled in confusion, but a cheeky smile and sinful tone you said that with made your intentions obvious.

“How’s that so?” he asked in deep voice, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips and his eyes focused on yours.

“The spell you came with today.” you explained “I recognized it and I know what you hunted. I know what you did to get rid of it. Takes one hell of an attitude to pull this off. Never thought you’d be the one for black magic.”

The admiration in your tone flattered him. “Yeah, I guess that puts me in a bad boy category.” He grinned, dropping his gaze before it flicked back to you, the same darkened, wanton look he gave you before.

You reached your breaking point.

He watched as you took a glass from his hand, setting in on the table and moved to sit on his lap. He did nothing to stop you or urge you, just waited for your next step. You studied his face for only a second, your face an inch from his, then leaned forward.

It started off slowly – a hesitant kiss, lips barely touching as they gently moved together, and you pulled away, searching for his reaction. But before you could read anything from his expression, he grabbed your face in his colossal hands, pulling you down for another kiss.

It was hot and passionate, all tongues and teeth, and you moaned into his mouth. He bit at your lower lip, drawing another needy sound from you. His tongue soothed the bite before sliding past your parted lips. He felt soft and tender despite how deep and demanding was his kiss. His hands felt strong but careful as they travelled down your back, pulling you flush against him.

It was so good, so safe to have that solid man beneath you, a broad chest you lied on, thick muscles of thighs you sat on and strong arms wrapping around your waist. It made you high and lost in this perfect specimen on human being. You draped your arms around his shoulders and let him take over your senses completely.

At some point in all of this, you laced your fingers in Sam’s long hair, as smooth and silky as you expected them to be. His quiet grunts coaxed you as you ground down on him in a slow, satisfying pace, and you wanted to get to the source of those sweet noises. Your hands pulled at his hair on their own, and they pulled hard, to expose his throat and that was when you heard it. A low, almost animalistic growl, raising deep in his chest, that made you shiver.

Your first reaction was to pull away and apologize, but there was nothing to be sorry about, because what you saw in his face was pure hunger. His hips snapped up at the sharp sting on his scalp, letting you feel his length pressing against your thigh through his jeans. You knew what you did was right, he enjoyed it very much.

“Y/N, are you sure about this?” his voice was a gruff strained whisper when he spoke, trying to control himself. “’Cause if you wanna stop, this is the last chance.”

Instead of an answer, you pushed yourself off of him, standing up. You reached out your hand with a reassuring smile. He took it and let you lead him upstairs, to your bedroom.

Not a word was spoken as you closed the door behind the two of you and walked over to him. He stood straight, tall and confident, observing your every move with penetrating look. He reminded you of a predator waiting for a prey to come in his range. He made you want to fall into his trap.

Next thing you knew, the two of you were all over each other, greedy hands tugging at the clothes, hungry mouths searching each other. It was like you couldn’t stand a second apart from one another.

Sam took a cautious step, walking you backwards to the bed. Your back hit the mattress and your now bare chests crashed together as he landed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight, though you wouldn’t really mind. Feeling him on your body was all you could think about and you just wrapped yourself around him, pulling him impossibly closer.

He looked at you, his eyes scanning every part of your body, studying it, memorizing every newly discovered carve and bend. He admired you like he would admire a trophy. You might had been offended if you weren’t too busy adoring the miles and miles of his tanned skin and the roll of chiselled muscles in his back.

His hands roamed over your body, from your neck, down the valley of your breasts, over your ribs. They felt rough, finger calloused with years of handling guns more often than women. It made a prefect contrast to your smooth skin, rising goose bumps and making you tremble with anticipation.

His mouth followed the path, heated, open mouth kisses impatiently placed on your body as he moved down the bed, lower and lower till he reached the hem of your shorts. He made a quick work at the zipper and his fingers curled into the waistband as he shoved the jeans down your legs.

Sam leaned back to look at you again, his lustful gaze sending shivers down your spine and heat down between your legs. The more he looked the wetter you felt.

You whimpered as he pushed himself away from you. Placing one foot on the floor, the other leg kneeling on the bed, he reached to the back pocket of his pants, tossing a package of condom on your nightstand.

“You came prepared.” you grinned.

“And you didn’t?” he rose his eyebrow suggestively, taking in the back lacy set of underwear he had revealed stripping you off your clothes.

You only giggled and nod, but it quickly turned into a desperate moan as you watched his hand reaching for the belt buckle. You gave him a smouldering look, beating at your lower lip as you flipped to your hands and knees, crawling down the bed to him. He watched amused as you shook off this hand and begun undoing his pants, your eyes never leaving his. You didn’t know where you got the courage for this. Normally, you’d be embarrassed by your scandalous behaviour. But this man in front of you was making you down right horny.

You pushed his pants down his thighs, waiting as he got rid of them and his boxers, and your jaw dropped. You believed in proportion of this man, he had everything long – long legs, long fingers, long hair. But you were so not prepared for what you saw. Now you knew there was nothing small about him, nothing at all. The guy was huge, bigger than you’d ever expected.

You tongue darted out, wetting your lips and your mouth watered at the thought of having him. Your eyes were wide as you forced yourself to look away, back at his face.

“Y/N, you don’t have to…” he started, uncertain, voice hoarse with desire.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to.” you purred, sitting down on your heels, making yourself comfortable. You planned to stay there for a while.

You took his half-hard cock in your hand, pumping him a few times, feeling him grow in your palm. His head fell back and a low groan escaped his lips. You watched mesmerized as blood coloured his chick and his cock, precum already leaking from the tip.

You leaned forward taking the head of his dick in your mouth, tongue running over the slit. He let out another groan and you accompanied him, moaning around him at the taste of his wetness. Without warning, you sank down on him, taking him as far as you could, before you moved back up and hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard at his head. His hand flew to your head, holding you in place.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” he growled and you couldn’t get a better encouragement.

You sucked again, then sank back down, pushing him as far down your throat as you could handle, gagging a little. You throat contracted around him and you could feel tears swelling in your eyes but you didn’t care. The obscene sounds you pulled out of Sam made you wanna keep going.

You felt his grip tightening on your scalp, fingers grabbing at the long strands of your hair and he pulled. You chocked again, trying to moan, earning a loud curse from him and your pussy clenched around nothing. God, that was hot, the way he yanked at your hair, taking control over your rhythm, pushing you down on him and pulling back up. You just wrapped you palm around the part of him you couldn’t take and let him lead the way. Every tug at your locks send electric shocks from your scalp to your clit, making you more and more aroused  and you started thinking if you could actually come just from hair pulling while you sucked him off.

Unfortunately, you didn’t get the chance to find out, because after another moan vibrated from you throat to his cock, Sam decided enough was enough.

“You gotta stop. I won’t last.” he panted, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to regain control. You let him go with a pop, licking your lips indecently and he pulled you all the way up his body, one hand still in your hair, another under your chin, until he could press his lips against yours. He gave you a rough, quick kiss, before pushing you on the mattress. “Now it’s my turn.” He smiled cockily, taking a few deep breaths to compose himself.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he scooted down the bed, his lips hovering inches away from your skin, but never touching you. He took one of your legs, propping in on his shoulder. You watched with wide eyes as he turned his head, placing a soft kiss on your ankle. You flinched, letting out a sigh as his tongue danced over it, then travelled slowly up your calf. He licked at the side of your knee, then under it, sucking a little mark there, but he didn’t stop for long. His desire led him higher, up your thigh, over its inside. He flicked his tongue over it, placing kiss here and there, roaming his teeth over the sensitive skin.

He went torturously slow, taking his time to appreciate the softness on your flesh and the strength of your muscles, his fingers digging into your hips. By the time he got to the juncture of your thigh and removed you tongs, you were punting and moaning, wounded up so tightly you were ready to beg. You wanted to squirm, move him where you needed him the most, but he held you down, arms wrapped around your legs and pressing your hips down to the bed.

“Sam, please. I need you.” you meowed, not caring how needy you sounded, but he only chuckled, sucking a red mark on your pubic bone. “Do it or I’ll make you.” you warned, though you strangled voice wasn’t much for a threat. It only made Sam laugh.

“I’d love to see you try.” he sassed with a wide grin that crinkled his eyes.

“You don’t think I can?” you huffed and he just smiled.

Oh, you’d teach this arrogant bastard a lesson! Maybe he was holding you down, but you had one card in your hand he’d given you himself and you were going to use it for your benefit.

As he leaned down to press another tender kiss to your lower stomach, your hands dropped down, sinking into his hair. He drew in a sharp breath but you already held his brown strands and you tugged harshly, moving him to your heated centre.

He groaned, partially from the painful burn you caused, partially from the smell of you that invaded his senses. Either way, he gave in and dipped his head, burring his face in your pussy.

And when he got to work, you thought you died and went to heaven. His tongue darted out, parting the lips of your pussy and searching your clit. It flicked over it, just once, to see your reaction and your hips came up instantly, a cry of pure ecstasy falling from your lips. He groaned delighted, your response spurring him on, the sound vibrating through your core and making you shiver. He pressed harder, licking a broad strap from your entrance to your clit and back down. He dipped his tongue inside you, circling it, before he moved back up.

With his every move your grip on his hair tightened, but unlike him earlier, you didn’t take control. You could only hold on for dear life as he worked you up higher and higher. His tongue was hard and demanding, flicking your clit in a restless pace. You squirmed and arched your back as his sucked on you, a sloppy sounds mixing his your sinful moans.

You were so drunk on the sensations you didn’t care for the pornographic noises you’d be ashamed of tomorrow. Right now all that mattered was that Sam pressed his tongues flat against your clit, a pressure to much to handle and you exploded. The force of the orgasm made your hips come off the bed and your thighs squeezed around his head, and he kept going, lapping all your juices, drawing every last tremor out of your body.

You yanked at his hair again, forcefully enough to hurt him, but he just growled against you, even more stimulated, sucking once more, before he pulled away, panting heavily.

You watched with hazed eyes as he pushed himself up on shaky hands, letting your legs fall from his shoulders. He was breathing hard, his cheeks flashed deeply, a sheen of sweat covering his face and chest. He sat back and you could see how hard his cock was, dark red and twitching under your gaze. Looking down, you noticed a wet spot where he was laying and you realized that if you didn’t let him go, he’d have probably came with you.

The very thought of how much you’d been turning him on made you clamp around nothing. You let out a small whimper at the emptiness you felt. Sam needed to fix it right away.

You reached to the nightstand, where he tossed the condom earlier, searching blindly for a little package, your eyes glutted to the prefect picture in front of you. You ripped the thing open with your teeth and forced your stiffed muscles to let you sit up.

He instinctively leaned down, grabbing your face and kissing you deeply. A groan left your mouth as you tasted yourself on this tongue. Reluctantly, you pulled away and looked down to roll a condom on his shaft.

His forehead pressed against yours, his eyes closed and lips parted as you stroked him a few times, slowly but firmly, letting yourself feel the weight of his cock in your hand. He pushed gently at your shoulders to lay you on your back but you shook your head.

“Not like that.” you whispered against your lips.

You flipped to your stomach, then thought better and propped on your hands and knees, pushing your ass up for his view. And there it was again, a low growl that made you weak in your knees as he crawled behind you.

You felt his palms roaming over your ass, squeezing it, before they curled into the meat of your hips. You waited, shivering in anticipation as he lined himself up with your entrance. The tip of his cock slid over your wet lips, coating with your juices. You gasped at the sensation, but it quickly turned into a moan when he slid past your opening, entering you slowly.

You both groaned as he bottomed out, the sweet burn of the stretch made your head drop and your legs shake. He pushed into you again, harder this time, then stopped. You felt him lean down, arms wrapping around your waist and his mouth pressed at the line of your spine, teeth grazing over the shoulder blades.

Then he moved again, pleasure grunts reaching your ears, his hips snapping forward, over and over, faster and faster. You cried out, gripping the sheets, as you felt him hitting your g-spot, begging internally that your hands wouldn’t give up.

Sam held you firmly, his hand so tight on your hip he was probably bruising it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. His other hand find your hair again, shoving into the locks, scraping over your scalp. He jerked at them, your head snapping back up and you cried out again. He attacked your exposed throat with his mouth, leaving an impression of his teeth on your shoulder.

The move of his hips pushed you forward but he held you in place, a firm grip on your hair never loosening the slightest bit. It made your back arch perfectly and he told you that, leaning over to whisper the filthy words in your ear that made your pussy flutter around him.

He sensed you were getting close and his hand slid from your hip down between your legs. His fingers rubbed your clit harshly as he fucked you fast and hard, pushing you over the edge for the second time. Your vision went white, your pussy clenching and relaxing on Sam’s cock. It was too much for you to handle, the waves of pleasure took away the last bit of control you had. You fell forward and Sam collapsed on top of you with a satisfied groan.

He released you, dropping to the other side of the bed and you rolled over to your side to face him. The two of you laid in a comfortable silence for a few moments, your slowly calming breaths the only sounds in the room.

Sam reached out, pulling you closer to him, kissing you gently, first on your lips, then the forehead. You smiled to him and he smiled back, none of you feeling the need to ruin the moment with talk. Instead, you slid even closer to him, burring your face in his chest, the warmth and scent of his body lulling you to sleep.

“It was fun.” you said an hour later, as the two of you stood in your hallway, fully dressed again.

“Yeah, it was.” he admitted, before leaning in for a quick, sweet kiss.

When he pulled away, a little awkward silence filled the room. What now? One entertaining night that was ending now and that would be it?

“Y/N… ” he stammered and you lifted your eyes, hopeful. “Would it be okay if I call you sometimes?”

“I’d love that.” you smiled, relieved. So it wasn’t over, thank God.

Sam turned his steps to the front door, though it was obvious he wasn’t eager to leave.

“You know, you could stay…?” you suggested shyly, shoving your hands in the back pockets of your shorts.

“I should really go, check on Dean. He had it rough today.” he said, an apologetic grimace on his face, and your shoulders dropped, smile disappearing from your lips as you glanced on the floor.

You did understood that he had a brother to take care of. It wasn’t fair to stop him. You only hoped you’d see him soon, ‘cause you already missed his arms.

The squeeze on your waist pulled you out of your gloomy thoughts and you realized Sam was right in front of you again. He looked down at you, a playful smirk turning up the corner of his mouth.

“You know what? He’ll survive till the morning.” he said and the wide grin brightened your face, as you pulled him back into the house.

[bdamantherapper]

BDaMan’s Show Log: WFNU Presents: Sprung! (3/22-3/24)

*The following events take place between March 22nd, 2019 and March 24th, 2019.* Friday 11:09pm - So, I feel great about the fact that B.Allen and I have four shows coming up. However, I found out some news the other day that is definitely having me worried. Thursday, B.Allen told me he wasn't feeling well and I usually know to keep on high alert about his health after past events in 2016. Later on in the day, he told me he went to urgent care and got told that it's the flu and had a fever of 103.2. As of this moment, the last update I got from him was, "Off and on sleep all day today feel like death finally saying this is it for me" Now, for those who know B.Allen as I do, you may find some humor in that. Those who don't or who don't find any humor in that, might be very concerned. If he didn't have the flu and said that, I might find it funny and tell him he'd be alright. However, the flu ain't no joke. So, unless he makes a miraculous miracle by the time I get up in the morning, it looks like I'm rocking this show solo. Saturday 3:16am - Unless a miracle happens, I'm going with the assumption that I'm performing solo tomorrow (later today, depending how you look at it). This will be the third time in a decade that I've performed a full set completely solo (two, if you exclude the set I did with Gazda back at Nomad in 2017). "Introspective Journals" is about 20 minutes, so that'll be the set list for the show, if I'm going at it solo. Gonna enjoy this tea and call it a night. 10:10am - Alarm goes off, so I know it's time to get moving. Gonna start my day how I ended yesterday, with some tea. 10:29am - I text B.Allen to see how he's doing and the update I got was, "sore and super hot but super cold at the same time at least able to drink water and hold it down tho". So, sounds somewhat better, but definitely not in shape to perform a set. It's 99.9% official - I'm rocking tonight's show solo. 12:04pm - Doing some minor run through of songs to make sure I've still got this "Introspective Journals" stuff memorized. 12:56pm - Double checked with Jeff to see if he was still coming to the show, looks like we're all good there. The homie, Jayce Serene might come through to the show tonight. He works at 5:30am though, so it might be tough for him to make it. 1:52pm - Finally getting some lunch in my system. Slowly starting to get my focus right for tonight. 2:40pm - Beats for tonight's show are on my flash drive, as well as emailed to SunDogs. While I can, I am going to get a nap in for a couple of hours. No telling what's denied holds, but I want to be sure I enjoy every moment of it and out of my head. 5:15pm - That nap was definitely needed. Time to get moving and get into that zone.6pm - I definitely take blame for the miscommunication on asking Jeff to pick me up haha. The whole "solo set" threw me off. Nonetheless, looks like he'll be here at about 6:45 and we'll be hauling ass to St. Paul. Time to get ready and listen to Smoke DZA's Ringside series. 7:11pm - So, based on how Jeff peeled around that corner down the street earlier, I can tell we're gonna be in a bit of a pinch to get to Hat Trick Lounge on time. Jeff just passed me his phone to play something off of Spotify. Choice of music? DMX! 7:45pm - We've arrived! It's a unique vibe in here tonight. It is now time to make that slow metamorphosis. Shortly after we got settled in there, Jeff and I hear the exact DMX song we heard in the car. (”24 Hrs To Live”) 8:25pm - I send B.Allen a picture of the stage and tell him it might be a blessing in disguise that he has the flu with the stage being a bit small, especially with the band's equipment up there. His reply was, "Lol good way to think of it , I'm mad I can't be out there with you bro kill it bring that energy man". Even with the moments that we can't always make an S.O.S. performance happen, he at least throws some good luck energy my way. That definitely will help going into the night. I decide to get some fresh air with Jeff and practice my set a bit. Mic stepped out to smoke real quick as I was practicing. Just as I started practicing "Ain't No Big Thing", I hear someone yell out "BDa!". Now, in St. Paul, I didn't expect to hear that. But, shortly, I'd see who exactly yelled my name from a car... 8:38pm - It was none other than MonoPoleJoe! Reidy, Tu'shawn and Mono have arrived! Mic comes back out shortly after and the six of us chat for a good minute about local music and other stuff. 9:05pm - Ron Wolf & The Smokin' Barrels are up now. A little blues action to start the night! 9:16pm - I get a good luck text from my girlfriend, Nikki and she gives me some extra hype within her good luck wishes. I let her know that I do feel good about my set, but I'm worried about people sticking around that late. 9:44pm - My buddy from the Sound Arts program, Teontre sends me a good luck text as well, as he won't be able to make it tonight, as he has an early morning gig himself. He is in a band called Papa Bleu & The Fistbump Congress, a 5-piece band that infuse world music, pop, hip hop, and rock. (https://youtu.be/ObvVnGgtENk) 10:09pm - Big Into is setting up now. Just got a text from the homie, Jayce Serene that he'd try to make it out tonight. 10:30pm - So, SunDogs definitely wasn't playing about having those earbuds ready! Big Into are killing it, but it done got loud as hell now. 10:55pm - Aaron Avis is up now. I'm digging his blend of rap with the guitar and metal feel. I have much appreciation to those who bend and break norms in music and this dude does just that. 11:47pm - J-Sully just killed it. The show is pretty damn behind, though. The crowd is a mixture of heading out early or trying to hold on and stick around. Mono, Reidy and Tu'Shawn headed out. 11:56pm - Ain't No Jok is up now! And the homie, Jayce just came through! Ain't No Jok got some cuts!! Sunday 12:51am - Chase Vibe is up now. Looks like the final 3 of us can only do like 3 songs. The next 7-10 minutes zoomed by like a double eviction night of Big Brother! -Spencer (Munny of SunDogs) lets me know that I only have to cut one song, since my set was at 16 minutes. -Jeff misheard me when I asked what song to cut, which was a funny experience within itself. -My coworker from Target Center, Kristen, who was there with Mic’s girlfriend, apparently knows Mic's girlfriend, so she actually got to see me perform. She, of course, gave me shit for not being at work much. With school and the main job (Fieldwork) in the mix, I stick to working my minimum of two events a month at Target Center. Everything moved so fast in that time span, I had just enough time to shake off my nerves, put my eyeglasses in my bag and put on Grandpa's aviators and do the damn thing! 1:15am - Just got off stage and damn! Aside from the breath control, I didn't lose my voice that much and I held my own on stage! My attempt at crowd participation wasn’t as strong as it normally was, but I gave the few people there a pass, as it was so late. In the words of a famous group, it was “one more for the cool guys!” I always pride myself in making the most out of performing for a small amount of people by performing as if there were hundreds of people there. 1:19am - The homie, MICdos is up now, closing out the night! For those that don't know, I've known Mic since about Sophomore year of high school. Cool ass dude, nothing but positive vibes anytime he's around. I'm glad that he's getting some well deserved shine in the music realm as well. 1:50am - That wraps up the show for the night! As Mic, Jeff and I step outside, Mic just bursts out into impromptu singing of songs. With the voice I had left, I jumped in on the songs and parts I knew. If I came out of retirement from singing, Mic and I might be able to pull off a little somethin-somethin! 2:20am - I ain't never seen this man, Jeff want to get out of dodge (St.Paul) as much as I did in this moment! Once we managed to get past the slow cars on the St. Paul streets past the clubs, it was nothing but smooth sailin' on the back roads back to the humble abode. 3:03am - Getting a very, very late dinner in and realizing just how sore my body is gonna be in the morning...