I Would Like To Personally Thank Whoever Captured Jensen Eating Exactly Like Dean And Then Zooming Right

I would like to personally thank whoever captured Jensen eating exactly like Dean and then zooming right up to his mouth for emphasis

I feel like you did that just for me🥹

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An Actress Life - Chapter 19

warnings: implied smut, fluff, drunk!jensen

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She slowly stirred awake because Jensen decided to kiss her neck causing her eyes to flutter open, humming slightly. "Morning." He mumbled still kissing her neck. "Morning." She mumbles back, pushing him slightly away from her, because she knows what he's up to.

"What?" He mumbles innocently looking right into her eyes with his green and beautiful orbs.

"You know we're not alone, my mom and sister are just down the hall." She told him with a raised eyebrow.

"Your mom came in 10 minutes ago and said that she and your sister have to take care of something." He said and started kissing her neck. Again. "Ok wow, you really horny." She said jokingly humming slightly.

"I don't know-" he looks at you "-when I get the chance to eat that delicious pussy of yours again." He smirked and disappeared under the blanket.

"Y/N, Jensen we're home and brought some breakfast." Her mom called from downstairs about 20 minutes later.

"Oh shit." She mumbled out of breath after having a great orgasm. "Yeah, we will be down in a few!"

She called back and got out of bed with shaky legs to grab her clothes. She took them on quickly before throwing his clothes at Jensen. He took his clothes on as well before the the two of them walked downstairs.

"Why did you two take so long?" Her sister asked, when Jensen and Y/N entered the kitchen.

"Maybe, because I woke up just a few minutes before you two came back." She said and grabbed a mug filling it with some fresh brewed coffee before taking a large sip. Jensen sat down next to her with his mugs smirking at her. She kicked his leg under the table and looked at him with wide eyes to indicating him to shut up.

"Jensen how was your first night here in Poland?" Y/N's mom asked softly a gentle smile resting on her lips. "It was good, I guess." He smirked at her and she kicked his leg. Again. But her mom and sister didn't notice. "What are the plans for today?" She asked her mom.

"Well, your sister and I were getting some groceries for the family get together." She told them as Jensen looked at Y/N, confusing her slightly. "Ooh, yes, the get together." Y/N said and nodded smiling at her mom. "Don't get too drunk like you did two years ago." Her sister laughed and Y/N shot her a glare.

"Really funny, sister-heart." Y/N glared rolling her eyes at her and her sister kept laughing. "Anyways,-" Their mom rolled her eyes at them before looking at Jensen "-I hope you can drink a lot of-" her mom motioned to the bottle of alcohol "-this." She said with a small grin.

Jensen looked at Y/N and she gave him an apologetic look. "Yeah I guess so." She started giggling a bit.

"There's a good, a really good memory." Y/N said with a loud laugh.

Flashback

Jensen and Y/N went to a birthday party, when they were about a year together. They went to the party played some party games and Jensen drank a lot, maybe even a bit too much. She had to help him to walk and she also had some drinks, but not as much as he did.

Luckily, they just had to walk 10 minutes to their place, but it took more than 10 minutes. They needed about an hour to walk to the flat Jensen and she just got. About a few minutes he stopped walking.

"Since we-we're in a relationship and that you have already seen my little friend down there-" he pointed at his cock. "-it's totally okay I pee in front of you." He slurred and unbuckled his belt and pants. "Jensen," She said laughing.

He didn't care that he peed on a car. "You're peeing on a car!" She exclaimed with a loud laugh. "Yeah, it's a really nice car and I wanted to mark it like a dog." He slurred with a shrug. "Oh you're a dog now?" "No." He slurred with a pout and pulled his boxers and pants back on, but struggled, because he was stumbling a bit. "Y/n, can you help me? I think my belt it's broken or something." He looked at his belt and back at her. She couldn't help but laugh.

"Of course the belt is broken." She said sarcastically, laughing and buckled his belt. Then she walked in front of him, she turned around and didn't see him, that he was talking toward a stop sign because it was in his way.

"Get out of my way." He yelled at the sign. She jumped slightly at his yelling and turned around seeing he was talking to a fucking stop sign.  She took out her phone and filmed it, because she had to send this Gen and Jared. "Get the fuck out of my way." Jensen yelled again.

"I'm Dean Winchester so get away!" and then it was getting embarrassing, because the few people who'd were on the streets that night started looking weird at him. Y/N pulled him from the sign away and they walked home.

The next day she showed him the video, he was like, I wasn't myself, I was drunk. He felt embarrassed, about his encounter with the stop sign. Plus, she was laughing so hard.

Flashback end

"What kind of memory?" Y/N's sister asked curiously. "I don't want to embarrass him in front of you, I just say there was a birthday par-" he choked on his food. "-ty."

"Oh good you remember, honey." Y/N smirked at him. "And no more people need to know that." He mumbles. "It's already embarrassing enough, that Jared, Gen and Misha know that video." "Wait there's a video?" Her mom asked surprised.

"Yeah, a really good one." She laughed and played with her food.

"I just hope he's not going to end like this." Her mom said sarcastically, as Y/N patted Jensen's back. He just shot her a glare and she grinned at him. She finished eating and went alone to their room, because Jensen wanted to ask her sister something.

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"What did you want to ask me?" she asks him.

"(Y/m/n), can you join us? I also wanted to ask you something." "Is everything alright?" her sister asks him.

"Yeah, everything's alright. I'm just planning on doing something and wanted to ask you for your opinion and help." He said while playing with the ring box in his pocket.

"Spill it." Her sister says as he's getting a bit nervous, he put the velvet box out of his pocket and revealed the ring to them. "You don't." They both said. "And-" he started but cut off almost immediately. "Of course you have my blessing." her mom told hun and looked at the ring. "It's beautiful and I just know she'll like it."

"Really?" He asked shyly and maybe even unsure.

"Of course." her sister squeezed his shoulder assuringly, letting him know everything's gonna be alright. "So what do you need our help for?"

"Are there any places she likes here?"

"Yeah, there's a lake, just 10 minutes from here." her sister smiles at Jensen. "When do you want to ask her?" Her sister asked curiously.

"To be honest? Right now. But I'm really unsure if I'm not rushing anything." "I think you're not rushing anything-" her mom speaks up. "-you two know and love each other for so long now. Just some bad and stupid things happened, but that's life." She gave him a reassuring smile.

"You know it would be cool, if you two got engaged, before all of the family get here." her sister said excitedly, making Jensen kinda even more nervous. "But it's your choice and don't worry, most of them speak English." Her mom told them gently. "I was thinking the same, it would be a great announcement. Even tho I had other plans. " He said happily.

"What did you have got for plans?"

"I wanted to propose to her in Italy or Amsterdam. I planned a little trip through Europe." "Wow, that's really romantic. But you can still do this trip, you know that?"

"But I think it will be more special and unique if you propose to her at a place she loves more than everything and she knows so well." her mom spoke up.

"You're right." He smiles at her and thanked them before disappearing upstairs. He smiles as he saw her watching TV not understanding a word, but thinking it sounds funny tho.

"Hey babe, you wanna go for a walk?" He asked her softly. "Sure, there's a lake, I really like." She smiles at him. Great. He thought, just where he wanted to go.

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wakeup call - lip gallagher

-pairing- lip gallagher x fem!reader

-summary- after you're late for a shift at patsy's pies, lip swings by your apartment to check on you

-warnings- smut minors dni!!, smoking (w33d), shameless activities lol, general smuttiness, unprotected p in v (be smart, wrap it!),

-word count- 2k

-additional notes- not proofread or edited,

18+ minors do not interact!

the southside wasn’t the best place to live and you knew that, between the near-constant construction and the fights on the streets it was a miracle that you ever got a lay in. you hadn’t been able to sleep until at least 3 am since your neighbours decided to blast crappy songs in an attempt to hide the fact they were fucking all night long (it didn’t work, obviously). And it sounded like they just started up again, great.

you sigh as you glance at the clock, 9.34 am, there goes your lie-in. you roll over and pull a pillow over your head, but the pounding against the wall only gets louder. eventually, you decide you can’t take it anymore, full of rage and lack of sleep, you throw yourself out of your warm bed, tugging your robe on tight. as you make your way to the front door you realise the banging was not your neighbours going for round 5, it was someone knocking on your door, aggressively.

you grab the wooden baseball bat you keep by the front door just in case and make your way to the door. on your tip toes, bat raised, you squint to look through the peephole. you roll your eyes and lower the bat. what was lip gallagher doing pounding on your door on a sunday morning?

“what do you want?” you swing the door open.

juxtapose to his knocking, he didn’t seem angry.

“fi sent me, you didn’t show up for your shift,” he said plainly.

fiona really helped you out when you were in a bad place, she gave you a job at patsy’s and let you rent one of her apartments. she got you off the streets and gave you stability and for that, you were forever grateful but you knew you didn’t have a shift today, you never had a shift on a sunday, and in the rare case you worked a sunday shift you wouldn’t start til 11. you told lip that much.

“it’s saturday and…” he pulled out his phone to check the time, “it’s quarter past 12,”

“what? no, my clock said…” you trailed off rushing back to your bedroom

9.34 am still flashed on your alarm clock, the power must have gone out. you grabbed your phone from where it was charging but it didn’t turn on. it died last night on your shift, but you plugged it in. and it was still plugged in you pushed the cord and your phone lit up letting you know it was finally charging.

“fuck!” you flopped back onto your bed, dragging your hands down your face.

“i’ll call fiona,” you jumped not realising he had followed you, standing in the doorway of your bedroom.

“thank you, i’ll literally be 5 minutes,” you pushed past him making your way to the bathroom.

you brushed your teeth in record time, turning the faucet off you overheard him on the phone.

“…she can’t stop throwing up, fi. there’s no way she can come in.”

you poked your head out of the bathroom “what the fuck are you doing?!?” you mouthed to him.

“relax, trust me” he turned his attention back to his phone, “i think i’m gonna stay here a little while and make sure she’s okay,”

you looked at him with wide eyes, what was he doing? you were practically ready for work and he just told fiona you’re not going in.

“what was that all about?” you started as soon as his phone was back in his pocket.

“well now neither of us has to go to work” he shrugged with a smug smile.

“and what if fiona decides to come to check up on us?” you questioned. when you are actually sick, sometimes fiona will stop by and check on you, maybe bring you some soup and a box of tissues. what if she came to check up on you and saw you were fine and lip was nowhere to be seen?

“guess we will have to hang out here, ya know just in case,” he settled himself on the sofa.

“whatever, i’m gonna try and get some sleep,” lack of sleep finally caught up to you as you shuffled to your bed that had long lost its warmth.

after what felt like an eternity you gave up on going back to sleep. tired of tossing and turning you moved to the living room. plopping yourself on the opposite side of the couch from where lip was scrolling on his phone, as whatever daytime show played on your tv. you reached under your coffee table, pulled out your rolling tray, and began rolling a joint. you saw lip watching you out of the corner of your eye but chose to ignore him until you brought the joint to your lips. you locked eyes with him as you slowly slide your tongue out to lick the gum strip before rolling the joint closed. you only broke eye contact to find a lighter, which of course you couldn’t find. lip shifted his body weight as he pulled a lighter out of his pocket, he moved closer to you and sparked it. you leaned in, joint held between your lips, looking down as the end glowed red in the orange flame.

you brought your fingers up to remove the blunt from your lips, closing your eyes and leaning back as you inhale, feeling the warmth of the weed spread throughout your whole body, instantly relaxing you. exhaling, you sit up again taking another puff before holding the spliff towards lip, instead of taking it he pulled you closer to him with your outstretched arm. you’re confused until you finally exhale your last puff and he inhales it keeping his eyes on yours. you bring the joint to your lips once more, inhaling deeper this time, moving your lips inches away from his as you exhaled.

you watch as the milky smoke moves from your lips to his. your entire being is warm, maybe its the weed, maybe its lips hands resting on your legs, or simply the close proximity, but you feel lightheaded. finally breaking eye contact with him you place the joint in the ashtray- but don’t you move from your cross-legged position and he doesn’t move his hands from your legs.

you watched his eyes fall from yours to your lips and back again. you knew what was coming next, it was only a matter of time. you and lip have had this predicament going on for a while now. you’d flirt with each other, tease each other, until the tension hung in the air like smoke, and just when one of you was about to make a move, there was always an interruption. sometimes it was a phone call, or someone walking in, no matter what it was the interruption was always there. maybe it was a sign that you shouldn’t, but neither of you cared enough to pay it any mind.

but here, in your apartment, alone, together, with nowhere to be, there was no interruption this time. he knew that you knew that, still neither made the move to close the gap. maybe a little more weed would help speed things along, you reached towards the half-smoked joint still in the ashtray, but he stopped you, his hand on your jaw, forcing you to look at him. before you could say anything, do anything, his lips were on yours, hungry as if he was starved and only you could satisfy his hunger.

he hands on your face pulling you impossibly close, you pulled yourself to be on his lap, your arms around his neck fingers tangling in his hair. no distractions, no interruptions, just you two on the couch smoke hanging in clouds around, keeping the world out.

you feel him grow hard beneath you, grinding against him, searching for friction in any form, he growled in your mouth so you continued.

he pinned you between himself and your worn-down couch, his tongue moving against your own. you bucked your hips, still chasing any kind of touch or friction. his large hands came to pin your hips against the tattered couch, you whined missing the movement.

“be patient,” he kissed your jaw. you turned your head to allow him more access as he left sloppy kisses down your neck, nipping here and there. you bit down on your lip to not give him the satisfaction.

he soon found out how worked up he’d got you when he shoved his hand down your pants. his slender fingers teasing your clit with large, slow circles. you reach between you to start unbuttoning his pants but he uses his opposite hand to pin your wrists above your head.

“really?” you huff out

“i told you to be patient,” he smirked applying pressure to your clit that caused you to squirm beneath him, his teeth at your neck.

eventually, he removed his hand from your wrists in favour of your boobs, pulling your neckline down to expose your chest. one hand pinching at your nipple, the other keeping up the slow circles on your clit, as if he couldn’t be doing anymore he brought his lips to your free nipple, sucking and nipping leaving you a mess. the room was spinning, your head clouded, heart beating wildly underneath your ribcage.

he removed himself from you, much to your displeasure. with his legs on either side of you, he unbuttoned your pants, pulling them and your underwear down in one swift motion, leaving you breathless. with him above you now you could see his cock struggling against his jeans, almost instinctively you reach up to unbutton them. he stands up to remove them further as you kick yours from around your ankles.

he kneels over you once more, one hand next to your head the other pumping his cock between you. you look down to watch, subconsciously biting your lip. he readies himself between your legs, and you wrap your arms around his neck. in one agonisingly slow thrust he bottomed out. you squeezed your eyes shut mentally adjusting your self.

he places a hand on your hip as he pulls out almost completely, he looks down where the two of you connect. you can’t help but buck your hips desperate to feel him inside of you again. he brings both his hands to you hips to press you into the couch, all you can do is whine, showing him just how desperate you are.

before you knew it his hips snapped against yours in a ruthless thrust causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head, a mix of a moan and a scream climb from your throat.

his lips against your ear now “ i warned you to be paitent,” his voice darker than before

“guess i’ll just have to teach. you. a lesson.” each word punctuated with a thrust deeper than the last. you felt yourself coming undone, he knew it too, between the moans you let out and your nails in his back, lip knew exactly what he was doing to you.

he released you hips from his grasp but didn’t let up on the speed, he brought his thumb to your clit drawing slow steady circles, a mind-numbing contrast to his thrusts now growing sloppy.

his breath hot across your face, he was close, you were too, it was a matter of time before one of you came tipping the other over the edge. he picked up the circles on your clit hoping to make you come first, you attacked his neck with your tongue, trying not to give him the satisfaction. but it was to little to late, he had you a mess beneath him, you wrapped a leg around his hip, allowing him to hit just the right spot.

in a matter of seconds, you came, closing your eyes you allowed yourself to be swallowed by the sensations, lip following closely behind, collapsing on top of you.

eyes still closed, trying to catch your breath, you feel lip get up and move to the other side of the couch, then you hear the lighter click and his steady inhale. without opening your eyes you stick you hand out in his direction awaiting the joint, instead you only hear him inhale again. you sit up giving him a death glare.

“did that lesson really teach you nothing?” he smirks before blowing the smoke in your direction.

you stand up, taking the joint from him before sitting on his lap, taking a long inhale.

“i guess i’ll be needing more lessons then”

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Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

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➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”