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Here’s three chapters of something original I started and then stopped. It was called Careful and it’s probably triggery. Also if you search my blog for A Gina In A Bottle, there’s chapter one of another story I started but stopped. Both were from last year.

Anyway…

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One -

High school. Senior year.

I’d been back for four weeks so far and I already I wanted to bury my head in the sand and never resurface.

Everyone knows that high school can either be the best experience or the worst experience of someone’s young years. Every teen movie or every show tells us that we need to be one of the popular kids. We need to date the quarterback of the football team or be head cheerleader, preferably both. We need to walk the halls with our heads held high and a sneer on our faces as we look down our noses at the geeks and freaks. Otherwise, our high school years will be hell.

And no one wants that. No one wants to be shoved in a locker daily, or have rumours spread about them. No one wants to be in the lowest tier of high school popularity.

So I worked hard. I got good grades as well as whining at my mom from a young age to enrol me in gymnastics and dance classes, skills I’d need to be a cheerleader. I got braces early to ensure that my smile was perfect, and from the age of eleven I was constantly on a diet. I worked my ass off to be one of the popular kids and to not be one of the geeks and freaks.

And I was. I was head cheerleader, dating the captain of the football squad whilst maintaining a b + average. I was queen bee in my group of friends, looking down my nose at the little people, the kids who hadn’t worked as hard as I had to get to where I was.

Every guy in school wanted to do me and every girl wanted to be me. I was everything teen movies and shows told me I should want to be.

Until suddenly I wasn’t. Suddenly going into my senior year, I was the outcast. The girl that had rumours spread about her, the girl that had liar scrawled across her locker.

I was the girl that teachers pulled to one side to ask if I was okay, all the time wondering if I’d been telling the truth or not. I suddenly had a weekly appointment with the school guidance counsellor, being excused from whatever class it clashed with to attend. I found that my post as head cheerleader was no longer available to me, it was a conflict of interests apparently.

My friends had abandoned me before the summer break and my family walked on eggshells around me. This wasn’t how it was meant to be. This wasn’t what I’d worked for.

Should I have spoken out? Should I have kept it to myself? Had it even happened the way I remembered it?

The more I heard stories about what HAD happened, the whispers of people who weren’t even there, the more I had questioned whether this had been my fault. And the more I questioned it, the more I drove myself insane.

Which is ultimately what had cemented my position as the lowest of the low at school. Sealed my fate as a freak, someone that it was considered okay to gossip about, to make fun off. I wanted the questions to stop, the constant doubt that plagued me to go away.

So two weeks into my summer vacation I’d lain in the bath tub, taken a razor blade to my wrists after carefully researching the correct way to cut, and I’d tried to kill myself.

Tried.

Not succeeded.

And somehow everyone in the school knew about it.

Two - “Mckenna, are you sure you don’t want to change schools?”

My mother paused before taking another mouthful of her food, watching me carefully to make sure I was eating.

“Mom, there’s no point. Everyone in this school district knows. Everyone in the next school district knows. It was all over the Internet. Short of moving to another country entirely, I’m pretty fucked.”

“K! Language… ” My Mom exclaimed, Dad reaching out and touching her arm.

“Leanna, it’s okay. Let it go.”

Dad was my number one supporter throughout all of this. Mom… Not so much. It wasn’t like she wasn’t there for me but, I could see the questions in her eyes sometimes, especially after I’d retracted my statement. She’d constantly asked why I’d retracted if I was telling the truth. If I has nothing to hide then I should stand up myself and take the case to court.

Dad however, he understood. He saw how hard it was for me to deal with the questions being repeated over and over again. Everytime the officer had asked if I’d made it clear that I wasn’t willing, everytime they asked if I was certain I’d said no. He knew why I’d retracted, because I’d have crumbled in court. I wouldn’t have been able to handle the pressure, the looks.

Instead I was just crumbling at life. Everyday it seemed like a small piece of me was chipped away, everyday I was further away from the person I’d been four months ago. I wish I could just…

Actually, I don’t wish anything. I wished to be popular when I was a little girl and look at what popularity brought me. I now understand why they say to be careful what you wish for.

“I don’t appreciate that sort of language at the dinner table, Daniel. It’s not acceptable.” Leanna Willis sniffed, staring pointedly at me. Great. So what had started of as a conversation about my wellbeing was going to turn into an attack on me because I’d dropped an f bomb. As if there weren’t more important things going on.

“Leanna, please. Mckenna is sorry she let that word slip. Aren’t you?”

Fine. “Yes, sorry Mom. I’ll try not let it happen again.”

“Good. I don’t like to hear that sort of language coming from your mouth, K.”

I shook my head and placed my knife and fork on the table.“ How many times have I asked you not to call me that?”

She looked at me startled, as if she’d forgotten the trillions of times I’d burst into tears over the past four months whenever someone had used my old nickname. The nickname he used. Everytime I heard it, it was as if I could hear his voice whispering it into my ear, his weight crushing me.

“Oh! Yes, I thought by now you’d have been over that.”

Daniel Willis looked at his wife with an expression of disbelief on his face whilst I just stood up and walked away, heading up the stairs and into my bedroom. I couldn’t cope with my Mom when she was like this. One minute she was sympathetic and caring, the next she was so blasé about it that you’d think it had happened to one of her friends daughters and she was just casually gossiping about it.

Two minutes later a knock sounded at my door.

“Mckenna, can I come in?”

“I guess.”

Dad walked into my room, a plate of chocolate chip cookies in his hand. He set them down on my bedside table and then sat at the end of my bed.

“I’m sorry about your Mom. I don’t understand why she’s like this sometimes. I think she just struggles to understand it all and can’t process it. Your Aunt Chrissie is trying to get her to see someone about it to help.”

I just shrugged, there wasn’t anything I could really say or do. Chrissie was probably right, maybe Mom did need to see someone.

“Are you sure about not changing schools though? It can’t be easy for you there.”

“Dad, it wouldn’t be easy for me anywhere. I’ll cope.”

“Like you did over the summer?” he looked away from me when he said that, his voice cracking.

“I’m sorry about that. I’ll never do that again I promise. I’m just trying to keep my head down and get on with it. The teachers don’t let it get too bad, well most of them at least.”

The gym teachers were the worst, the football coach, my old cheerleading coach. They both looked at me with pure disdain on their faces, like I’d purposely tried to ruin the teams they’d worked so hard to put together. It wasn’t like anything I’d done had an effect on them anyway, it had been his last year on the team before college, and Sammie Townsend had been all too happy to step into my shoes as head cheerleader.

“If you’re sure then… You know how proud of you I am right baby? And that I’m here for you one hundred percent.”

I did. I remembered the look of anger and heartbreak on my Dad’s face when I’d told him, how my older brother Evan had had to physically restrain him to stop him leaving the house and going around to the Mckenzie residence. And I remembered the expression of sadness on his face when I woke up in the hospital bed, him clutching my bandaged wrist like he himself was holding the wounds together.

“I know Daddy. I love you.”

He rose my from bed and left the room, closing the door behind me. It was then that I reached under my bed and pulled out the shoebox with the articles I’d clipped. I don’t know why I’d kept them, maybe to remind myself that it was real, that it had happened.

“Headcheerleader accuses boyfriend of rape”

Then a few weeks later:

“Accusation of sexual assault retracted.”

The final one came from a print out from the schools own online newspaper, an article that the school had removed within hours when they’d realised it had been posted.

“Mckenna Willis attempts suicide after lying about Scott Mckenzie rape. The liar lives.”

Three -

I won’t go into it. Not into detail anyway. I’ve already done that countless times for the cops, for the Dr that completed the rape kit and the medical exam, for my parents.

What I will explain is how deeply I thought Scott Mckenzie loved me, how I thought he respected my wishes, that I wanted to wait. He didn’t know that I was planning on sleeping with him anyway before he went away to college in the fall. But that would have been on my terms.

What he did to me, wasn’t.

We’d been together for eighteen months, he was a year above me in school and the object of almost every ones affection. Yet he wanted me, and I was all to happy to let him have me. At least the parts I was willing to give.

We were the school power couple, homecoming King and Queen. People used to joke that if we married, I’d be Mckenna Mckenzie, a name so ridiculous it sounded made up. He was the one that started calling me K, something all of our friends and even my family adopted themselves. For the longest time I’d been either Mckenna or Mac to those who knew me from kindergarten. But Scott didn’t like Mac, said it sounded too masculine. So I became K. And I was happy to become her, it fit the school life I’d had planned for myself. Every couple aspired to match Scott and K, and every teenager without a partner looked up to us as ‘relationship goals’.

Scott was… For the most part, the perfect boyfriend. He’d take me on dates, buy me flowers and gifts, and generally be supportive of me. He did however push things. I’d told him that I didn’t want to have sex with him yet, that I wanted to wait. “What for though?” he’d always ask.

I didn’t know. We did stuff and I enjoyed it, but I wasn’t ready to have sex with him. When I finally decided that I was, I had it planned. I didn’t want to lose it in the back seat of one of our cars, or in our bedrooms whilst our parents watched TV downstairs. I didn’t want a quick fumble at Storm Point, the local make out point. I wanted it to be special, to happen in an expensive hotel room.

I didn’t get that chance. He made the decision for me. In the back of his car.

It took four minutes and fifteen seconds. I know because I counted every last one of them, my eyes fixated on a tiny rip in the material covering the roof of his car.  One minute we were fooling around, doing the things I was happy with.

Four minutes and fifteen seconds later, I was a victim.

Four minutes doesn’t seem that long, not really. I Googled things someone could do in four minutes afterwards.

I could listen to a song, I could watch a you tube video. I could microwave a meal, or make an omelette. I could meditate or take a power nap. Or I could learn something new.

Here’s what I learned in those four minutes. That no doesn’t always mean no if the person you’re saying it to doesn’t want it to.

That someone you thought cared for you and loved you, could take advantage of you so horrifically.

In four minutes I learned what it was like to have your power, your choice, taken away from you.

In four minutes I learned how easy it is for someone to break me.

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If anyone remembers my one shot “Used” it would have probably ended similarly to that. Or at least that was one idea.

Amazing work as usual! This is so good and so powerful you guys! This is an up and coming amazing writer who could really use our support!!

A Gina In A Bottle

I’m gonna post this as well. I posted it before but deleted it and got talking about the story with @castielspahdehrah last night who pretty much demands I finish it and try to publish it. But I’m not sure if anyone is interested in it or if it’s a story anyone would actually pay for. It’s my dream to be a published writer but I severely lack the motivation because I don’t think I’m good enough.

Anyway, I’ve had this story in my brain in various iterations since I was 12. I blame Christina Aquilera. Please let me know what you think and if you’d read more.

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“Louise! Seriously, how did you manage to throw it that far?” Lou shrugged at her friend Brianna, squinting against the sun and shuddering when she realised she’d end up being the one to go into the cave to fetch it. “I’ll go, it’s fine,” she started to make her way towards the dark opening ahead of her. That really had been an amazing throw, and watching the frisbee flying over Bri’s head as she jumped and tried to catch it had been so funny. Amy, their third friend had just laughed at them both from her towel on the sand. Amy hadn’t come to the beach to play games, she’d come to bake. To be fair none of the three girls had come to the beach with any intention of playing games. It was meant to be an afternoon of girly bonding and sun bathing. But then Bri had spotted a discarded frisbee lying near the waters edge that someone had obviously forgotten about, and had picked it up. Giving in to her friends demands, Louise Wise had hauled herself up off the sand and the two girls had been throwing it back and forth for the last fifteen minutes. It was fun, although Lou was now sweating like a pig at the exertion of chasing after the plastic toy. It was hot out today and sand was clinging to the sweat on the backs of her legs. It wasn’t comfortable and she was ready to go home and take a shower before packing in another couple of hours worth of revision for Tuesday’s test. She picked her way across the beach and into the mouth of the small cave they’d been playing nearby. Lou wrinkled her nose up at the empty beer bottles that littered the cave, some of the kids at the high school liked to come here to party at the weekends and Lou wondered what other discarded things she’d find if she looked hard enough. She spotted the bright yellow frisbee over by some rocks and walked over, crouching down to collect it. Her blue eyes widened in surprise when she saw what it had landed on top of. Laying on the sand was another bottle. But it wasn’t a beer bottle, at least it wasn’t like any that Lou had ever seen before. It was round at the bottom with a thin long neck and was filled with a sort of pinky white liquid that somehow had a marble effect to it. An old fashioned stopper cap kept the liquid from leaking out. Intrigued, Lou picked it up, surprised by how light weight it was. She tipped it upside down and back upright again, the liquid never losing its marble like appearance. It was beautiful, mesmerising to watch even. And it would make a fantastic ornament for her dresser. She’d take it, give it a clean up when she got home, it wouldn’t take much, there was just a few scuff marks near the base, perhaps where the sea had washed it in.

** Somewhere Not Quite Out Of This World But Not Quite In It **

Gina was fed up. Her roommate Ginny had been out with a wisher for six months now, the longest any of them had been out recently. She came back in the evenings to sleep sometimes, complaining that the wisher and her new boyfriend were loud and that Ginny definitely didn’t need to hear that. Gina missed her friend, the other girls and Gene, the only current male, were okay company but they weren’t the same. Gina and Ginny had been roommates for years now, arriving within weeks of each other. Although Gina guessed that if things were going as well as Ginny reported them to be, then she’d have to get used to existing without her anyway. She’d be moving on, upwards. But then again they’d all been promised that by a wisher at some point or another. It was rare that one of them actually followed through. Most wishers were ultimately selfish and would always find something else that they needed to use their last wish on. The manager Georgina had explained that it was just how it was, that people are inherently selfish beings but that the girls should all know that because that’s kinda why they were in that job in the first place. If Ginny didn’t get wished out this time, then she still had another hundred years of her sentence left, Gina only had three weeks more on top of that. She constantly wondered what it would be like once they got chance to leave and move on. Georgina had been, she had meetings up there sometimes. But she couldn’t reveal much to them, only saying that it was nice and that it would be worth it. And that they should thank their lucky stars that they weren’t selected to be imaginary friends or Santa’s elves. Gina personally thought being an imaginary friend sounded quite cool until she got talking to one of them one day. The poor boy was distraught. He’d grown attached to the child he’d been imagined to and now the kid was too old for him and he’d been sent back. He missed him terribly and had kept sneaking back to check up on him. Then his manager had found out and added another ten years to his sentence for breaking the rules. She guessed she didn’t have it too bad. She didn’t have to work often although her sentence was fifty years longer than most of the other jobs because they did have the added bonus that they could be (although rarely were) wished out of it. She had just rolled of her bed, ready to go down to the daily group therapy session when her door was flung open and Georgina’s assistant Gillie rushed in. “You need to come quick! Someone’s got your bottle. You’re on immediate standby. Ooooh! This is so exciting!” Gina thought not. Last time someone had found her bottle it had been a middle aged housewife who had used it as a paperweight for months before tossing it out. Gina had spent seven months on standby ready and waiting to go on a job that had never happened. The first few months she’d been excited, waiting for another shot at being wished out. In the end, she’d been relieved. None the less, Gina followed Gillie down the corridor to find out who her latest potential wisher would be.

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You said in response to my last ask that you had written a couple of originals that didn't really get notes, I was wondering if they were still around?

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Writer says: I know I’ve missed a few updates, but I swear I plan on finishing this story! 

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Writer says: Here we are at long last! This has been one wild ride. I want to thank you all so much for your support and love, I adore each and every one of you. I am so happy to say that this story has come to a wonderful close.

Writer means: My body is numb. Voices call out to me from the void, but I can no longer hear them over the beating of my racing heart. I am stressed to the point where I feel no relief. The story is done. It’s fucking DONE. I loved it, I hated it, it was a fucking storm of horror and pain. I can no longer see color. Now I can at last relax and…wait……wait a second………..holy shit I just thought of the best idea for a one-shot that’s totally gonna turn into a 50 chapter slow burn AU fic leT’S FUCKING DO THIS

LOL This is so true

petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’

what about alaska

are we then normal canada

canada a bit to the left

What about South America? Is that just America? Or South South Canada?

i cried my ass of laughing

WARM CANADA

i caN’T BREATHE OH MY GOD

I’m not even from Canada but I approve this change of names

M ILKY E H

IT HAS RETURNED

FOUND IT

IT IS AN HONOUR TO HAVE THIS GRACE MY DASH

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Anything Can Happen In The Next Half Hour - Eleven

By the time they were released from their jobs, it was was pushing six pm. Y/N rushed home, quickly throwing all of her dirty laundry into a hamper and whizzing around her apartment, tidying it up. She fought with her bed sheets, changing them hurriedly and then made sure the bathroom was clean, setting out fresh candles. She was careful not to put them actually around the bath tub where they could be easily knocked off, instead placing them on the vanity unit and the small windowsill.

The bath tub had been the major selling point for the apartment. Y/N could literally spend hours in a tub and quite often did when she had nothing better to do. She’d read or precariously balance her tablet on the side so she could catch up on whatever shows she’d missed, just refilling the water over and over. It was a corner tub and was easily large enough for two people to share comfortably. And the taps were centered so that no one would have the uncomfortable tap end. It had been years since she’d shared a tub with anyone though, surprised that the next person she was going to be doing this with was Spencer Reid. She quickly stripped off her clothes and hopped into the shower being careful to not get her hair wet. Although she was going to be having a bath, it really wasn’t that sexy to be doing mundane things such as shaving her legs and cleansing all of the….uh…crevices when someone else was watching you. When she jumped out a few minutes later, she wrapped a terry cloth rope around her naked body, hearing her door sound at bang on nine.

Spencer had gone home and done exactly the same thing, jumped in his shower to make sure that he was clean, taking care of any important business. He was nervous though. This was JUST sex but last time, there had been a fair amount of alcohol consumed before they’d got down to the dirty, this time it was actually planned.

When Y/N opened her door to him wearing a robe and smelling of coconut, Spencer could tell she’d done the same thing as him and that made him grin and relax slightly. He handed her the bottle of red wine he’d bought with him and stepped inside the apartment as she closed the door.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

They looked at each other somewhat awkwardly, both wondering whether they should greet each other with a kiss or not and exactly how to get from here, to the bed or bathroom without seeming ridiculously eager. It was Y/N who took the lead.

“So my bedroom is through that door there and the bathroom is the door opposite. I’ll go run a bath yeah, if you want to dump your stuff?”

Spencer nodded and headed off into the bedroom, hearing rushing water a few seconds later. When he entered the room after stripping down to his boxers, he could see the tub filling with bubbles, two glasses of wine and the bottle settled on the edge. The room was lit by candles and the small bulbs from the vanity mirror, and Y/N had placed a thick towel on the floor by the bath, with a few more hanging up.

She turned when she saw him enter and Spencer was sure he saw her gulp before removing her robe, her body completely naked underneath it. Now that his brain wasn’t fuddled by alcohol or the after effects, he could fully appreciate her naked form. Fuck.

She smirked when she saw him looking her up and down. Y/N knew was decent looking, she worked hard to take care of herself although she was by no means a gym bunny. She bent over the taps, slowing the flow of the water and climbing in. Settling herself against one end, she raised her eyes back to Spencer.

“You just gonna stand there and look?” she asked as she picked up a hair clip from the side of the bath and clipped her hair up.

Spencer stripped off his boxers and climbed in quickly, seating himself at the opposite end, the water level raising. The water was hot, just the way he liked it and with his added weight, the level was high enough to cover them both. He reached to the taps and turned them off.

“So…. ”

“So. We’re in the bath. Together. In candle light.”

Spencer looked around the room coming to the same conclusion that she was.

“This is all a bit more romantic than it was meant to be,” Y/N commented.

“Yup. I was thinking the same thing. Can I have wine please.” Reid motioned to the glasses and she passed him one. Reid downed his in one go and Y/N quickly followed suit, refilling the glasses again before replacing the bottle back in its place.

“You were the one who mentioned my bathtub remember.”

“Only because you sent me a photo of yourself in it.” Spencer raised his eyebrow at her, his long legs knocking against hers under the water.

“True, true. I’ll give you that.”

“In fact, you were the one who initiated everything. The photo sending, the phone calls, the turning up at my door.”

“Reid, are you complaining?”

“Fuck no.”

“Cos it kinda sounds like you are.”

“I’m not… I swear it. It’s just…. I never in a million years expected to be sat naked in a bath tub, with you.”

Y/N laughed and flicked a dollop of foamy bubbles at him.

“I can honestly say that neither did I. In fact, when I first met you I kinda thought you’d be more into sharing a bath tub with Derek….. Or Hotch.”

Spencers face fell when he realised her implication. “Really? REALLY?”

“It was only during the first few weeks. And then I asked Penelope what your deal was. Have I offended you?”

Reid pursed his lips and twitched his nose. “Offended isn’t the right word, it’s just. People always get the wrong idea about me.”

“I don’t have the wrong idea now. You’ve completed changed my impression of you. It’s kinda funny seeing this other side of you, that no one in the office gets to see.” she sipped her wine again, readjusting her position. Spencer kinda wished she’d move though. She’d poured in quite a lot on bubble bath and it was obstructing his view of her chest.

“Thanks, I think. I still find it curious that you were in that chat room in the first place.”

“I explained why though,” as she spoke, Y/N rolled her head on her neck, feeling it click. She winced.

“You okay?” Spencer picked up on it immediately.

“Just a bit of tension in my neck and shoulders is all. I have to crack my neck a lot to relieve it.”

He had seen her making the same motions at work but he’d never felt close enough to her before to ask why.

“Do you want… erm, I can give you a massage if you like. I’ve read quite a few books on massage and alternative therapies and stuff?”

Her eyes lit up at the mention of a massage and Spencer set his drink down, shifting his legs apart. Y/N carefully moved across the tub, trying not to send the water spilling over the sides. She rested herself between his legs, her back to him and he sat up straight in the water, cringing as he felt himself knock against her lower back as he shifted position.

“Sorry… ” he muttered.

“Don’t be.”

Reid flexed his fingers and placed his hands to her shoulders, kneading the soft flesh with his skin and pressing his thumbs in hard on the areas he knew could store tension.

Y/N rolled her head from side to side slowly, relishing in the feeling of his fingers against her shoulders, her eyes fluttering closed. After around five minutes or so, Y/N was feeling a lot less tense, her shoulders and neck slumping slightly. Reid had eased off on the kneading and his hands were now running up and down her arms, making her skin tingle. She shifted, resting back against his damp chest and tilting her head to the side, placing an open mouthed kiss on the side of his neck.

Taking the kiss as an invitation to do more Spencer pushed his hands forward, running them over her abdomen and up to her breasts, squeezing them lightly, her nipple catching between his index and middle finger. Y/N grazed her teeth along his throat, arching her back and pushing herself against his hands. He pinched her peaks softly, his eyes widening when she breathed out “harder.”

Doing as she asked, Spencer pulled on her breasts, rolling her buds between his fingers and tugging. She bit softly on his neck and let out a low moan, his dick twitching at the sound. Slipping one hand lower, he pushed it between her legs, running his long fingers through her folds, feeling silky fluid gathering there and mixing with the bath water. Finding her clit he started to rub, his other hand continuing to pull and tweak her chest.

Y/N was in ecstasy, jolts of pleasure shooting through her body as Spencer worked her clit and her breasts. The water was cooling rapidly but she couldn’t feel it, her skin was on fire from the sensations that Reid was causing. She was moaning and gasping into his neck, her eyes closed as she kissed and sucked at his throat, not even realising she was marking him with bites. Spencer continued his motions between her legs, the water lapping at the sides of the tub as his hand worked away until she was rasping out his name and gripping the sides of the tub. When he was satisfied she had come, he retracted his hand, swishing it in the water slightly to cleanse it of her orgasm.

“Well… ” she breathed out. “I know you offered me a massage but that was something else. Tension relieved all over, I think.”

She licked at stripe up his neck and peppered kisses along his jawline, pulling back when she reached his lips. “I really wanna fuck, but we’ll ruin the floor if we do it in here.”

“So let’s get out then.”

She grinned at him and they quickly pulled themselves out of the tub, not even bothering with towels. Y/N blew out the candles and pulled the plug before taking Spencer’s hand and leading him into her bedroom.

Her drapes were half closed, a strip of light from the moon and streetlamps streaming through as they entered, shining onto the bed almost as if it were a spot light. Y/N placed her hands flat onto to Reid’s chest, gently but firmly pushing him down onto her bed and climbing onto him, her knees either side of his body. He used his elbows to prop himself up, groaning as she ground her damp core over his groin.

“Ugh…. Y/N, I wanna be inside you.”

She smirked at his boldness and reached between their bodies, taking a hold of his shaft and positioning it at her entrance and raising her body. She slowly sank down onto him, taking him into her inch by inch before pulling all of the way back up again and repeating the action.

Reid let his back fall flat against the bed again, his hands reaching out and grasping her hips, helping to move her against him. Y/N squeezed and she slid up and down his cock, Spencer’s hands holding onto her firmly. She trailed a hand down her body giving him a show, palms caressing her breasts, tugging on her nipples and moaning as he bucked into her from beneath.

She moved faster, riding him as quickly as her body would allow it, looking down and seeing his eyes raking over her body watching her breasts as they jiggled with each bounce. She bit down on her lip and leaned back, resting her hands on his thighs. From the angle she was leaning, Spencer now had the perfect view and could actually see himself sliding in and out of her slit, his dick glistening with her slick as she moved on top of him. When she placed her hand between her legs and started to rub her clit as she rocked her hips back and forth, he thought he was going to come there and then, but he somehow managed to hold it together until she was almost mewling with need. Her body quivered on top of him and she removed her hand, readjusting her position so she was leaning forward against, her breasts now grazing against his chest. Gripping her waist, Spencer moved her hard and fast as he thrust as much as he could from his own position until his own orgasm spilled free.

Y/N climbed off him almost straight away, rolling onto her back next to him, her bedroom filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing as they struggled to gain control of their senses.

“I kinda feel like I need another shower after that….. ”

Sandwich Necessities

Overview: Cas and the reader are on a mission to create the perfect sandwich.

Characters: Castiel, Reader, a guest appearance by Grumpy!Dean

Word Count: 1,220

Warnings: mild language, sandwich throwing, FLUFFFFFFFF

A/N: I stole a prompt from @rosie-winchester‘s challenge (with permission). It’s bolded in the fic. A shout out to @wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie for reviewing my sandwich shenanigans and actually just all my general shenanigans. Love you both!

“What are you doing?” I asked, taking in the sight in front of me with a confused smile.

Castiel turned to look at me, a butter knife in one hand and a bread slice in the other. “I was trying to make a sandwich,” he looked back at the counter with a frown, “but I’m afraid all I’ve managed to do is make a mess.”

I suppressed a giggle as I crossed the kitchen and came to stand in front of him, “You’ve got peanut butter in your hair.”

He frowned at me, “Of all the things I have attempted since becoming fully human, I was certain this one would prove to be simple.”

My fingers reached up to gently rub the sticky mess out of his soft tresses, “Just wait until you have to do your taxes.”

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Introduction

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East of Nowhere - MASTERPOST

Sam x Female Reader

Summary: You and Sam are strangers trapped in a desolate mountain town where you live alone, isolated from the outside world, for five years.

A six (or seven) part series, each chapter detailing the events of one year. 

Word Count (so far): 36,400+

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When Somebody Loves You

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: This one is pretty personal. If only we all had a Dean like this. In typing it up, it’s not my best writing, but sometimes you gotta get those feelings out somehow.

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Series Masterlist

Summary: After Dean finds out you lack some experience in a certain department, he makes it his goal to rectify that. As friends, the two of you decide there are some kinks out there definitely worth trying. 

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut and everything that goes with that, language

PART ONE - Oral Fixation

PART TWO- Breath Play

PART THREE- Edging

PART FOUR - Impala Sex

PART FIVE -Rough Sex/Face Fucking

PART SIX- Cuddling/Comfort Sex

PART SEVEN- COMING SOONISH

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