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So like… FFXV AU where there’s no magic, or at least no war with Niflheim, and the lives of the chocobros and Luna pretty much goes as it should have without all this destiny bullshit fucking people up. 

So like, Noctis is still raised with Gladio and Ignis by his side, and still betrothed to Luna, but Prompto never came to Lucis. He grew up in the empire. So Noct is a little different, a little more lonely and closed off. Gladio and Ignis are still his friends, and care for him a lot, but none of them are very good at… expressing that. And they don’t really do friend-things which leads to a lot of doubting the actual value of their relationship.

So because of this, Noctis is really… not good with people. And around late high school/early college years, Prompto moves to the Crown City from Niflheim to become a photography major. So cue first project of the year, he has to take a portrait of someone. Since he doesn’t know anyone, he pretty much scours the campus until he sees Noctis and goes perfect.

So he swallows his anxiety down and trots up to Noct, having absolutely no idea who he is. AKA the crown prince of Lucis. And he just holds up his camera and goes, “So, uh, this may sound kiiiiinda weird, but, like, could I get your picture?” 

And Noctis has been hounded by reporters his whole life. He sees himself in headlines, in magazines, on the news. It’s gotten old. And now, apparently, they’ve followed him to school. 

He does not handle things calmly. It pretty much ends with Prompto’s camera broken and Noctis storming off, and Prompto is understandably devastated. Also might hate Noctis with a passion. 

That is, until Noctis realizes that he keeps seeing this guy around campus. And he’s clearly there for a reason unrelated to the prince. In fact, he can very clearly hear Prompto begging his professor for an extension on the project because some asshole broke my camera and I don’t have money for a new one and Noctis has about the biggest OH SHIT moment of his life.

the equation of love (pt. 1)

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt. 9

→scenario: When you met Yoongi in a club, you thought it was fate that brought the two of you together. But after you walked into your college math class for the very first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.

→genre: smut | fluff | angst

→word count: 5,702

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  • Bucky Barnes, college graduate (just), is on his way home from graduation weekend. Its a long drive, why he has an apartment a block away from the university, but nothing he’s not used to, and sometimes you need to be home y’know? 
    • his parents left a few hours before him, he’d gone out with a few friends after the ceremony, but had stuck strictly to soda for the night
  • Everything’s going fine, when his car gets hit by a drunk driver, knocked over, and ends up in a lake
    • he’s knocked unconscious by the impact with the water
  • He wakes up not entirely sure where he is, but he’s pretty sure he’s not in Kansas anymore
    • And I mean he could be wrong, but he’s pretty sure the person sitting beside him has tattoos. That are moving. But then again it could be the headache
  • He wakes up again, in a house that smells of medicinal herbs, and nope, that guy’s tattoos are still moving, and the person next to tattoo-guy has wings
    • his first words after the crash are what the fuck followed by an ow what the fuck? as his ribs remind him of their impact with an airbag.
    • wing-man snickers, moving-tattoo-guy chastises wing-man then says something about going out to get a healer. Bucky and wing-man are left staring awkwardly at each other. Wing-man introduces himself as Sam, and Bucky’s too distracted by the feathers he’s dropping to do more than wave.
  • A now very confused recent college graduate Bucky Barnes is roped into this fantastical adventure where the Fae Folk are trying to Not Die Out, and it turns out his rescuer, Steve (tattoo-man) is not only one of the leaders of the Fae, but kind of stupidly attractive and he doesn’t even realise it
    • like boy does he not realise it
    • it’s equal parts endearing and frustrating really
  • Time passes, Things happen, friends are made. He gets invested in this world and this Fight and these people and just as things start to fall into place, gets hit, blindsided by something and pitching forward onto the stone hall floor.
  • He wakes up on the bank of the lake, sirens loud in his ears
  • But before he can really feel upset, the firefighter that pulled him out of his car pulls off his headgear, all reassuring smiles and gentle hands as he helps Bucky sit up, and he recognises those eyes
    • (Bucky’s not sure what’s real anymore, but the tattoo on his arm looks real and the new scar on his arm feels real but so does this life and this Steve and he thinks he’s going mad until he sees a flicker of red magic, the flash of brown hair, the pleased little glint of Wanda’s eyes in the reflection of a shop window, and he thinks, maybe, this was his story all along)

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GOOD KITTEN- Jimin pet play smut (requested)

REQUESTED- Jimin pet play smut…u nasty ;);)…but I hope this is what you were looking for bc I had no inspiration

Genre: smut just pure porn dudes
Word count: 4.6k

You had always been best friends with Taehyung. Close enough that his college friends soon became your own.

You met Jimin your freshman year, Tae’s second year, at a frat party. There was too much alcohol and smoke clouding your senses to really get to know Jimin that night.

But being the sweet boy he was, he invited you to their dorm. He roomed with Tae, and another, Jungkook. You spent many hours in their dorm, playing video games, eating food you’d be sure the boys would be fat from by now, and helping them with their majors. Watching Jungkook and Jimin dance, listening to Tae’s honey voice.

Time spent at the boy’s dorm was always something you valued. And outside wasn’t any different.

The clubs, the parties, the random locations, the road trips, and even the midnight pranks you all partook in.

You recalled one specific night when you and Jimin were alone.

Taehyung and Jungkook had gone to buy eggs, a vital ingredient in Tae’s new cake experiment. You sat on the kitchen counter, legs dangling over as your bare thighs touched the cool marble surface.

Jimin had emerged fresh from the shower.

“Where’d they go?” He asked simply, making his way to a cabinet. His wet black hair shone under the kitchen lights. He reached in for the cereal. “The store. Tae wants to make some massive cake thing or something.. I don’t know.” Was all you replied. You didn’t detach your eyes from the magazine in your lap.

You legs swung back and forth, your heels occasionally hitting the wood cabinets beneath.

Jimin poured his cereal. “For fucks sake, (Y/N), can you put some pants on if your gonna sit on our kitchen counter.”

You sneered at him, still not looking away from the glossy pages. “Oh please like you don’t enjoy me pants less in your own house.” Jimin only rolled his eyes as he finished putting the boxed cereal away. His bowl sat on the counter, filled of milk as he made his way to you.

His warm hands suddenly gripped at your knees. You looked up from the magazine, your head flying fast. He kneaded them slightly as he stared into your eyes. The hands slowly began sliding up your cold thighs. His body heat spread up your legs, making you shiver from the contact.

“Jimin.” His eyes were twisted shut as he rubbed circles into your upper thighs with his small thumbs. “Yeah?” He sighed. His lips were dangerously nearing your collar bone. The large t-shirt had been down far enough to cover your crotch, but not your upper neck area. “What’re you doing?” You asked in an annoyed tone. The bitterness in your voice quickly faded as he attached his lips to your collar bone.

The thick, plump lips made their way around your bone. Sucking, licking, and soft bites. You gasped against his touch. Your hands gripped the magazine. You thought you had ripped the pages.

His assault on your thighs never ceased. He only dug harder, your gasps fueling his fantasies.

Your hands flew up to his hair. Your fingers tangled into the black locks as you searched for purchase other than the magazine. “Jimin-ah.” You moaned this time.

Jimin pulled away, surprised by the sudden moan and your fingers encompassed in his hair. You pouted slightly as you wished for the contact back.

The boy only smirked as you sat, waiting.

He dropped to his knees, his head just barely above the counter. He smiled against your thighs as he peeled the long, black t-shirt up. The fabric slowly exposed the purple lace panties underneath.

Your legs threatened to close as you struggled from the anticipation.

Your breath hitched as his breath neared your, now, dripping core. “Ah. Ah..Jimin please.” You cooed, your voice no longer angry. All of your defenses gone. You couldn’t lie against your attraction to the sweet boy.

He smiled against your heat, as his lips made contact. Your clothed clit pulsated under his touch as breathy whines left your mouth, a silent plea.

He pulled away suddenly. He sighed as he turned back to the cereal bowl lying, neglected, on the counter across from you.

“Naughty naughty.” He sang as the bowl was cradled into his hands. He began walking past you and out into the dorm living room. “Maybe next time, kitten.” He whispered darkly in your ear as he passed.

You shivered at the name. Your heat quivered beneath you, the pool in your panties and the irritation in your lower abdomen, left vacant and unsatisfied.

You had spent your whole next saturday shopping in the main city near your campus.

You ventured in and out of several malls. Searching for the store that had just what you were looking for.

You stumbled upon a smaller mall, one you were skeptical of its availability because of its size. You entered anyways, desperate to find the perfect one. The mall was the second to last on your list, and the day was growing late.

Darkness set in as you found the shop you were searching for.

Your hands swept across the racks of clothing, colors and textures ranging from black, to pastel. Lace, to silk.

A woman, looked to be in her fifties, approached you. “Do you need any help miss?” She asked sweetly, her tone much more welcoming than any of the other chain stores you had entered.

You perked up at her. “Yes, in fact.” You spoke, matter of factly. “What do you have that screams "kitten” in a kinky way?..And.“ You dug into your store bag from an earlier purchase. "Some thing that matches this.” You said as you held the pink collar in your hands. The leather was dyed a pastel pink, the middle clasping together at a metal heart shape.

The woman smiled gently. “Interesting.” She said. She only gestured for you to follow as she made her way deeper into the store. There was a hallway leading to a smaller room you were previously unaware of.

“This.” She said, waving her hand over the room. “Is where you’ll find what you’re looking for.”

You gazed at the wide array of pastel colors. From blues, to grays, to pinks. Each clothing item hung from within your reach, to up high on the walls. There were numerous toys around. Collars and leashes and ties. You smiled at the collection.

“I think this’ll be perfect. Thank you.” You bowed to her. “One thing.” She suggested.

You followed again as she led you to a corner of the room. “Tying up acceptable?” She asked calmly. Her demeanor was extremely professional. “Yes.” You said behind her. She reached onto a higher shelf, grabbing another pink leather item.

She spun around on her heels. She held the item out to you. “Leather handcuffs. Matching your collar.” You smiled taking the toy into your hands. “I think this will be more than perfect, thank you.” You bowed yet again.

She smiled warmly back at you. “I’m sure you’ll find anything else you’re looking for in here. Let me know if you need anything.” You nodded as she left the room. She entered the main floor, leaving you behind.

You weren’t expecting to find toys in a mall lingerie store, but you were more than thrilled, to say the least. The pink handcuffs remained tight in your grip as you searched the seemingly endless racks of clothes.

You finally picked out the cutest one you could think. You were permitted to try it on, the fabric hugging your curves perfectly. The dull, lace pink matched well your other mischievous items.

“Have fun.” The elder woman said with a subtle wink as you checked out. You smirked at your devious plan, carrying the bags out of the store and towards your home.

You pulled the naughty outfit of its bag later that night.

The pink lace top was tied tightly around your shoulders, forming little bows on top of them. You also tied the pink and white corset against your waist. It sucked in your abdomen, making you appear skinnier and curvier. Your breasts hung out through the cutouts. You slipped on the matching panties before clipping on the straps that connected to the stockings from the bottom of the corset. The stockings reached up to your knees, the pink sheen fabric easily see through.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, admiring your curves and shapes. You felt scared, excited, yet strangely confident at once.

With a final glance, you exited the bathroom, grabbing a robe on the way out.

You entered into the living room. You sat on the old couch, cuffs and collar sitting on the table nearby.

You waited anxiously on the worn leather couch for Jimin to arrive. You asked Jungkook and Tae what their weekend plans were. “Some more cake stuff.” Tae said smugly with a wink, referring to your instance with Jimin. You only told them to fuck off, and not to come back until way later, or the next morning. You didn’t care which, only wanting Jimin to be all to yours for the evening.

It was nearing eight now, the city skyline in the distance shone brightly through the window. The dark sky sat peacefully. Your thumbs twiddled nervously as you waited, hoping he’d come home.

He was said to arrive from dance practice anytime between seven-thirty and eight. Now being the butt of the time, you worried he’d stayed later. Or had other plans.

Your fears were put to rest, however, when the front door was unlocked and opened. It was eight-twenty two.

“It’s about time, Oppa~” You sang in the same sarcastic tone he had back in the kitchen. You heard things being dropped and items moved around. “(Y/N)?” Jimin’s surprised tone rang through the hall. He rounded the corner, eyes peering straight at your figure on the couch.

“What’re you doing here?” He asked as he walked to the front of the couch. He sat down on the same one as you, only leaving a seat between the two of you. He faced you, one arm resting across the back of the furniture.

You sat, crossed legged, facing him as he faced you. The velvety black and red robe hung over your crossed legs.

“Just get out of the shower?” He asked, hands gesturing to your gown. You shook your head. Your fingers twirled around nervously as you contemplated what to say next.

“(Y/N)?” “Yeah?” Your slightly anxious tone betrayed you. “Are you.. okay?” He asked cautiously, afraid of your emotion.

You took a deep breath, swallowing back all of your fear. Sucking in the cool air that gave you a new sense of bravery. Your confidence began to peak through as you attempted to appear sexy. A smirk appeared on your lips.

“Oh.. I’m perfectly fine.” Your tone was seductive, and mysterious. Jimin’s breath hitched slightly, as he uncomfortably shifted. His hand gripped the back of the couch. The fibers curled beneath him.

You leaned forward, your crossed legs remaining in their previous position as your upper half neared the boy. Your cheek nearly rested on this shoulder as your lips curled up to his ear. You placed a small kiss behind the shell, before licking around it. “I think you’ll be one who’s not fine.” You growled into his ear before pulling away.

He gasped lightly as your actions. And at the flash of cleavage along with a slight view of something pink as you pulled away. The robe was betraying you.

You sat back upright in your original position. Your smirk remained.

You then brought your hands to the tie of the robe, half way down your torso. The velvet ties came undone in a smooth motion as your hands moved slowly. Once open, you easily slid the cover off over your shoulders, exposing the ties of the naughty outfit. Your hands still clutched the robe to your breasts, not exposing them yet.

You sat up on your knees, kicking one leg out. Your stockings along with the ropes that attached just to the bottom of the corset were revealed. The pastel pink panties taunting Jimin’s eyes.

You smiled. “You said next time. Well..” You leaned forward again, yet keeping your head a good distance from his. Your hooded eyes looked back at him from the nearer proximity. “Here’s your next time, I’ve been a good kitten.” You cooed sweetly, sounding innocent, yet so dirty. Jimin’s swallowed as his throat became dry.

“You’ve been a good kitten, yea?” He asked through his lust filled eyes. The dark pupils even darker than they usually appeared to be. His bangs hung low, sweaty and sticky against his forehead. They hung into his eyes.

“Mmm yes.” You hummed as you closed your eyes. You wagged your ass in the air behind you at you placed your hands down on his large thighs, now being on all fours. The robe hung open, your exposed breasts barely visible. Jimin tugged at the edges of the fabric.

“Let’s get this off, kitten.” He groaned. You complied silently, a quiet whimper escaping your lips.

He gripped at the black, tearing it down your shoulders. You helped him the rest of the way by sliding it off your back. It was soon easily discarded on the floor nearby.

Your pastel, laced, pink outfit was fully exposed. Jimin drank in the sight of your body. As you sat on all fours, ass high in the hair behind you. Your breasts hung down through the cutouts. The corsets slimmed you and made your hips prominent. He ran his fingers along the fabric of your sides, caressing from your hips to the sides of your breasts, and back down again.

“You look so nice for me kitten.” He praised you. You shivered again like in the kitchen at the nickname. Something about the pet name excited you unlike anything before. You dug your fingers into his thighs as you begin sliding them up and down the large muscles.

“Be a good kitten and suck daddy’s cock for him, yea?” He asked in a strangely polite manner as he stroked your hair. He tucked few strands behind your ear.

You simply nodded as you leaned down further. Your ass moved higher in the air, giving Jimin the perfect view.

You unbuttoned his pants, and began unzipping them. Eager to touch him, you neglected any teasing, going straight to rip his pants off.

The denim fabric was pulled down to his lower thighs. His boxers being the only obstacle left. You could see his length straining through the fabric. You palmed him lightly, feeling the already extremely hard muscle.

Your fingers looped in the waistband, pulling it back with a snap before pulling them down. His erection sprang free against his lower abdomen as you moved the fabric lower to meet his pants.

Once all obstacles were removed, your fingers danced their way back up his thighs. You stroked lightly up his length with one single finger. A single stripe from the base to his tip. You swirled the finger around the top, swirling the precum with it.

“Come on kitten, open your mouth.” He demanded in a sing song tone. You complied, sticking your tongue out and copying the same motion you did with your index finger.

Once at the top, you swirled your tongue around his tip. You could slightly taste the precum as you spread it around, lubricating him further.

You opened your mouth, stretching it wide for him. His length was a stretch to fit inside, you struggled to take him all the way.

You bobbed your head back and forth, taking as much of him as you could. His tip brushed against where your throat began. It threatened to gag you. You kept at a teasingly slow pace, flattening your tongue and licking stripes you you did. Occasionally your tongue would swirl around his length while you hallowed your cheeks.

He threw his head back in pleasure. Loud moans of your name rolled off his tongue. “Ah..ah fuck, (Y/N).” He cursed, gripping into your hair.

He pulled roughly as he guided your head. He quickened your pace forcefully. Tears formed at the edges of your eyes as he pushed faster, and began thrusting as well. His tip was now forcing its way down your throat as he fucked your face.

Your nose was hitting against his lower abdomen as you struggled for air. He finally pulled away, fingers leaving your hair and cock leaving your mouth. But not for your gagging or choking, but simply because he was close.

One thumb stroked along your cheek bone, rubbing away a tear. “Mmm.” He sighed. “You’re so good kitten.”

His arms had then reached to pick you up. He grasped around your waist, fingers digging into the pink lace covered flesh. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Your arms also came to wrap around his body, as you settled on his neck.

He carried you toward his bedroom of the dorm, all while deeply kissing you.

His tongue ravaged your mouth. Easily dominating your tongue, searching and exploring every part of your mouth, and leaving you breathless with his little teases. The licks, the lip bites, the gasps.

You whined at the loss of contact as he threw you onto his bed. Your back arched up as you bounced back from the mattress under you. You laid, watching and ready as he peeled off his shirt. His pants and boxers that were already falling down, also removed.

His toned chest and abs flexed as he moved above you. Your fingers ran along his skin, shiny with sweat. He glared back at you through his lust hooded eyes. His facial features were dark and mysterious, or maybe that was the lighting in the room.

“I love the way you look in this kitten, but I’m sure you’d look even better with it off.”

You only nodded in approval as he began untying the bows on your shoulders. Easily, they came undone, releasing the pink laced top from your body. He threw it aside as it landed somewhere in the dorm room.

His fingers slowly trailed down your sides, tickling you, as he reached for the back of the corset. One by one he undid the its ties until the tight material loosened. You took a deep breath at the new found freedom. He unclipped the strap connecting to your leggings. He also discarded that item of clothing, leaving your entire upper half completely bare.

He caressed your thighs next as he moved his whole body down. His fingers looped into the pastel panties, pulling them down with him as he continued moving downward.

The panties were slid down your legs as your raised them to assist.

Another piece of your lingerie set carelessly discarded.

He stared at your pulsating heat. His tongue darted out, licking his lips as his face was just inches away. “I bet you taste great kitten.”

You squirmed at his words, silently begging him to just do it. You so badly wanted to rub your thighs together in attempt to relieve any sort of pressure. But you knew Jimin would not allow.

His fingers gripped into your thighs as they had back in the kitchen that day. Small circles were rubbed into your flesh, reminding you of how this all started. His face neared like before.

He took one finger, rubbing it up and down you slit, just as you had done with one finger to tease him earlier. You gasped, throwing your head back at the pure pleasure. It wasn’t enough to satisfy you, however.

“Jimin, ah … Jimin please.” You begged.

His finger only slid down further, suddenly circling around your entrance. Your hands gripped at the sheets, knuckles white as you burned with anticipation.

He slowly entered his one finger, thrusting it in and out just as slow. His tongue came to lick flat striped against your clit. The sensations sent your mind into a flurry, but not enough to make you orgasm.

You pushed your hips up, causing more friction against his tongue. “Jimin-ah please.” You begged louder.

He threw his free hand up to your hips, placing his palm flat against you. “Don’t move kitten, or you won’t get what you’re begging for.”

You groaned as you threw your head back against the pillow. Your hips settled down, listening to Jimin’s commands.

He entered another finger, this time a little faster. His tongue now swirled in circles around your clit, rougher than before. The combined pleasures were enough to make you scream his name.

You were just thankful the other boys weren’t home.

He gradually picked up the pace of his fingers. Thrusting in and out and in and out. Occasionally hooking the digits upwards, searching for your spot. His tongue remained the same, the rough onslaught to your swollen clit.

Your pants were loud, louder than the explicit slurping noises from beneath you as Jimin drank in your taste.

You could feel the knot forming low in your stomach. Your walls began clenching around his fingers as you whined. Your moans became louder and louder, mixed with begs for him not to stop.

You clenched your eyes shut tightly as your release neared. But of course, he pulled away.

You practically screamed at the loss. Your release so close, you were right on the edge. You shook, feeling empty and unsatisfied.

“Jimin.” You protested, angrily.

He leaned over you again, only to flip you over. You strattled him, knees held on each side of his. His hands roughly gripped your hips. “That’s daddy to you.”

You looked back at him, annoyed with his previous antics. But you complied knowing it was the only way to get what you wanted.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll be a good kitten from now on I promise.” He placed your entrance over his tip, forcing your hips to swing back and forth. The friction caused you to snap your head up. Sinful moans escaped your lips. “Then be a good kitten and tell daddy what you want.”

“Ah.. I-I want you to f-fuck me, daddy.” You rolled your hips down slightly further. You both hissed. “Please.”

He suddenly forced your hips down. Your body slammed against his as you sat, his whole length inside of you. You placed a hand on his chest to steady yourself and grow accustomed to his length. The stretch was a little much.

You nodded against him, telling him to move. His grip on your hips remained as he thrust up into you. You helped, using the strength of your thighs to bounce yourself up and down on him. His thrusts met halfway with yours, intensifying the pleasure.

Your hands dug roughly into his shoulders, leaving bruises for sure. He moaned against your chest, as you moaned his name. His hips snapped up into yours roughly.

You suddenly began slowing down, remembering your true purpose. He pulled back, opening his once tightly shut eyes. His confused gaze stared back at you.

“I-In the living room.” You gasped between deep breaths. “I have something.” He only nodded in confusion and excitement as you removed yourself from him. You groaned at the empty feeling once off, but you knew it would be worth it.

You returned into the room seconds later. Cuffs in hand, collar around neck.

Jimin watched your naked figure saunter back into the room, your hips swaying delightfully. He didn’t notice the new items until you spun the hand cuffs around one finger with a smirk on your face.

You moved up to straddle him again. His fingers looped inside the metal heart, pulling your neck against him. His lips attached to your skin. He sucked harshly, leaving multiple marks.

“Daddy?” You sighed. His lips ghosted over your skin lightly. “Yes?” You deepened your tone to sound more seductive.

“Tie me up.”

His lips were removed from your skin as quickly as they had attached. He flipped you off him, laying you down on your back. You raised your arms above you, waiting eagerly for him.

He loomed over you once again, placing the pink cuffs around your wrists. The metal chain connecting the two cuffs was placed behind a post of the headboard to restructure you. You leaned forward, only to be pulled back by the restraints.

He moved down, placing himself right at your entrance. His hands ran up from your hips to you breasts, his fingertips tickling you lightly. You whined as he kneaded your breasts. “You’ve been such a good kitten for daddy.”

His words trailed off as his fingers also slid off your breasts. His hips had suddenly snapped against you, forcing himself inside. You gasped loudly, nearly screaming at the sudden stretch.

Soon the moment of pain faded as he pounded into you. The immense pleasure washed over your body as he thrusted into you. His tip brushed against your g-spot ever so lightly on occasion. The split moment when it did made you scream louder.

Your fingers curled as your wrists strained against the leather. It was exhilarating to have you hands bound, letting Jimin have his complete way with you.

His fingers curled around the curves of your hips. He dug deeply, surely to leave bruises.

His hips relentlessly pounded into yours as screams and moans and pants filled the room.

Your walls closed around him as you felt your release nearing yet again. “I-I’m cl..ose.” You said in a strangled voice.

Jimin’s thrusts became rougher, faster, deeper. You screamed out as your head twisted in all directions. “Please.. l-let me come daddy.” You begged as his torture on your lower half continued.

He only grunted in response, focused on chasing his own high.

His hips continued to roll into yours deeper and harder. The pace making you scream. Your walls continued to clench around him. He moaned your name. “You’re so tight and so.. ah fuck (Y/N).”

You arched your back off the bed, straining the cuffs so hard you were sure they’d break. A white filter covered your eyes as they screwed shut. You entire lower body shook as your release hit you. You came hard around him.

He moaned loudly as your walls squeezed him tightly. He continued thrusting. He chased his own orgasm, sending you into overstimulation.

You gripped handcuffs tighter, the overstimulation pain too much to handle.

A few thrusts later he groaned as his release spilled inside you. You sighed at the end of the thrusts. You relaxed, tired and exhausted.

Jimin pulled out, rushing to the bathroom to grab somethings to clean you up. He helped you undo the cuffs, handing you the tissues. You thanked him, cleaning yourself up as he hid the toys and lingerie before anyone else came home. You put the robe on, tying it tightly around your waist as you sat on the edge of the bed.

Jimin entered in the room again, the objects hidden. “Uh..your collar.” You reached up, unclipping the metal heart. You threw it across the room to him. He caught it in one hand, rushing out to hide it with the others.

Once everything was taken care of, he closed the door behind him. He took out a new pair of boxers and loose t-shirt. He put on the sleepwear and slipped into the bed.

“Come.” He patted the pillow next to him. “Cuddle with me.”

My Best Friend’s Brother - teaser

“You need to stop looking at me like that,” you breathed, closing your eyes and inhaling steadily.

“Like what?”

Sam’s voice was rough, even lower than usual, and you had to fight back an honest to God whimper from escaping your slightly parted lips.

You opened your eyes when you heard him take a step towards you.

“Like you want me.”

A smirk curled the corner of his lips, turning his expression predatory.

“I do,” he told you, plainly. “That’s no secret.”

“Wouldn’t you rather have some pretty little college grad?” you asked, trying to remain calm, “Not some grease monkey that barely scraped through highschool?”

Sam chuckled low in his chest, stepping even closer, and you resisted the impulse to step back, standing your ground.

“Why are you selling yourself short?” he questioned, now so close that you could feel his body heat, “You might not have a college education, but you’re intelligent. You’re funny, kind, and so fucking hot, I’ve had the worst case of frustration for the last fourteen days.”

You bit your lip, searching his eyes for any sign that this was a joke.

There wasn’t any.

“Look, if you don’t want this, just say the word,” he murmured, his hand carefully coming to rest on your exposed shoulder, his thumb pressing into the dip of your neck.

You pulled in a shaky breath, instantly loving the feeling of his skin on yours, the possessiveness of the gesture.

“But if you do,” he continued, dipping his head so his lips were mere inches from your own. “Dean isn’t due home for a couple hours.”

This is an excerpt from my Sam x Mechanic!Reader (gender intentionally unspecified) entry for Mimi’s tropes challenge, my trope is Best Friend’s Brother… If you wanna be tagged (and you’re not already in my Sam tag list) let me know!

My Best Friend’s Brother Part 4

Title: My Best Friend’s Brother

Summary: Back in college you and Sam Winchester were the best of friends, you had even introduced him to Jess and became the official third wheel, the three of you were inseparable until Jess’s death and then your best friend just disappeared from your life. A few years later living in New York City you run into your ex best friend and piece some things together about his mysterious life. You and Dean grow close, he becomes your best friend too, but can you keep your feeling platonic and brotherly like they are with Sam?

Pairing: Eventual Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader (Best friends)

Warnings: language, sexual tension? talk of sexual things, building up to DeanxReader smut

A/N: To those of you who have been reading these and liking them or making comments, thank you so much, it makes my day to see a comment or heart on something I wrote. I love all of you thank you<3 

Three Weeks Later…

You were happily seated between the Winchesters in the front of the impala on your way to the bunker. You had been able to knock out the hunts quicker than the boys had thought so you were headed to your new home.

“Sammy make sure Y/N doesn’t drink any more coffee today, she’s about to jump out of her seat” Dean said eyeing you as you excitedly bounced anticipating seeing your new home.

“Deano I am fine, I am just very excited for my new home, Sammy don’t you dare hold back the coffee from me I will hurt you”

Sam chuckled, “Alright ‘Lorelei’. You have an addiction to coffee you know, it’s not healthy to have that much caffeine daily.”

“Coffee is my source of power, it’s how I remain charming and endearing all day long”

Dean practically snorted at that and you elbowed him while sticking your tongue out. He chuckled at your facial expression and moved his hand to squeeze your leg. He had made it a habit to do this and then seemingly forget about his hand and would rub small circles on the inside of your leg… over the past few weeks you and Dean had set a pattern. You already felt as close to him as you did Sam, but it was different, you could get deeper with Dean, there were no walls or hiding emotions with him. Well except one emotion. You figured out pretty quick that you were developing a huge crush on him but were trying to force yourself to think of him as just a best friend…it was difficult, especially with how affectionate Dean was with you. If he wasn’t putting his hand on your leg, he was wrapping you in a bear hug or cuddling you, he’d even taken to resting his face in the crook of your neck when he hugged you from behind. You just about passed out the other day when his lips accidently grazed your neck. Your neck was a bit of a weakness for you physically and usually only men that you were physical with got access to that part of you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell Dean to stop, and he appeared to only think of you like a sister so what’s the harm in little touches?

You also were anxious to get to the bunker because that would be when your physical hunter training would begin. Dean had gone over some basics with you, but your real training would officially start tomorrow at the bunker after you’d gotten settled in. You were nervous about training too though. You’d never been too athletic; you ran but that was really just a way to clear your head you weren’t fast enough to compete or anything. Contact sports had never been your thing either, you would describe yourself as awkward and usually pretty shy so growing up you really just stuck to reading and writing. You wanted to be a hunter, you really wanted to be a hunter, but you were scared that you wouldn’t be able to handle the physical aspect of it all. You’d already proven you were very helpful behind the scenes, but actually hunting was another thing.

“Sweetheart stop thinking so much” You were snapped from your thoughts by Dean who squeezed your leg again. You gave him a questioning look, “You bite your lip and between your eyebrows crinkle when you’re thinking hard” you blush and look down when he says this, the fact that he noticed little things like that made your stomach flutter Stop it, Y/N, he’s just a friends, he thinks of you like a sister stop getting excited over every little thing.

“We’re here”


-6 months later-

“Ughh, oh my god, I am going to take a week long nap” you moaned as you fell face down into the couch.

“I’m going to go get in bed” Sam said as he set his bags down. “Night guys”

“Night Sammy” you and Dean said in unison.

“So, Y/N, movie night?”

“That sounds great Dean, just let me shower, you get the snacks and set up the movie”

“Does that mean you’re letting me pick the movie?”

“I guess I’ll let you have my turn tonight I’m too tired to think of what I want to watch”

You’d been hunting for the last 4 months; it took a while to convince Dean you were ready but once he let you he realized just how much help you were. Turns out you were worried for nothing, you kicked ass as a hunter, even the boys were shocked at just how good you were. You’d settled into a routine easily with the boys. Sam would find hunts and you all would go out and get it done and then come home and sleep for a week and have movie nights. Well the movie nights were more you and Dean’s thing. Sam sometimes would join but usually he went sleep, the three of you would spend the most part of your days off binge watching shows together but the movie nights were you and Dean’s. The two of you had settled together as best friends pretty easily, you still harbored a crush on the man but for the most part had it under control. You allowed yourself whatever moments you had with him but had learned to accept that you would never amount to more. You couldn’t let your feelings mess up what you had with him, you were his safe place and he was yours.


You towel dried off and slipped on your favorite pair of yoga pants and one of Dean’s flannels. You’d taken his offer to wear his clothes whenever very seriously and rarely wore your own at night or around the bunker, you claimed his were just more comfortable, but it didn’t hurt that they smelled like him too, his smell had become very comforting to you.

“What movie did you pick?” you asked as you walked into Dean’s room, you could’ve sworn you saw him looking you up and down in his shirt but you chose not to think about that. You plopped down on the bed and grabbed a handful of popcorn shoving it in your mouth.

“well I thought we could watch 50 Shades…” you started choking on the popcorn at this gasping for air

“Whoa baby girl it was just a joke I picked Gladiator” he said laughing and rubbing your back trying to calm you.

Once you stopped coughing you glared at him and stuck your tongue out.

“well on second thought maybe we should watch that just so I can make you uncomfortable” he said reaching for the remote,

“Don’t you dare Dean; we cannot watch that together!” You said crawling over to him to grab the remote but he held it up in the air out of your reach

“And why not? Could be fun, maybe I’ll figure out what some of your kinks are too…” he said smirking at you.

“Oh my god, Dean no, you’re such a little shit” you mumbled out laughing getting up on your knees to grab the remote, you snatched the remote and hid it behind your back.

“oh no you don’t little girl” he teased coming across the bed and pushing you down but you held onto the remote behind your back.

You squealed as he pinned you down, “Deeaannn you’re crushing me!” you let out breathy laughs, you really didn’t mind being crushed by him but you had to at least pretend to be annoyed.

“Give me the remote and I’ll get off, unless you like me on top of you” he wiggled his eyebrows at that and you let out another giggle. Dean was such a flirt but you knew that was just his personality, it wasn’t particular to you.

“Dean you are so annoying but you are not getting this remote back until I can trust your movie choice”

“I guess I’ll just have to tickle you for it then” your eyes got wide at that and you tried to kick him off of you but he already had his hands under your shirt. You got distracted by the feeling of his warm calloused hands on your stomach and forgot that you were supposed to be trying to fight him off when he started to tickle. You squirmed under him trying to get free, the two of you giggling and struggling against each other

“Dean stop your killing me!” you could barely breath you were laughing so hard. He stopped for a second right above you looking into your eyes and smiling. It took your breath away. You knew you were blushing and wanted to find a way to move before you embarrassed yourself. You kicked your leg under his flipping him onto his back and pinning his hands back so he couldn’t tickle you again.

You held the remote up with one hand using the other to pin his back, maybe this wasn’t a better position than before…

“I’ll give the remote back if you promise no more tickling and no 50 Shades”

“Come on Y/N it’d be fun to watch, we’re best friends we should be able to talk about that kind of stuff would it really make you that uncomfortable?”

You could feel your breathing getting quicker, “We are best friends and we can talk about that stuff any time, I just… I just don’t like that movie its terrible acting” you huffed out hoping that’d be a good enough response for him, and hoping even more that he’d never talk to you about your sex life. Your sex life was pretty non-existent and it’d be embarrassing to talk about with him, when you could hear his sex life perfectly through the wall…

“Fine we will watch something else just because I’m deciding to be nice tonight” Dean surrendered as you laid back down trying to get comfortable in the bed. Dean turned on the movie and he settled back pulling you into him. Dean was a huge cuddler, he would never openly admit it though but you could tell by how he took any opportunity to wrap you in his arms or just hold you close.

Your eyes started to grow heavy and you felt the events of the week start to weigh on you, you were so tired and laying there in Dean’s arms was so comfortable you started to fall asleep.

You up in Dean’s bed the next morning, this wasn’t an unusual occurrance though. You and Dean had taken to sleeping in the same bed most nights due to both of you having nightmares and just needing someone there to comfort you when it happened. Ever since that first night Dean realized just how much having you hold him helped ward off the nightmares but it wasn’t till yours started and you needed someone that he was open about it. From that point whenever one of you didn’t want to be alone or had woken up from a bad nightmare, you would just go crawl into bed with the other, no questions asked, just someone to hold you and talk to if you needed it.

At some point in the night Dean and pulled you against his chest, he loved to spoon and in his sleep would pull you as close to his body as he could. He was still asleep and you looked at the clock it was only 8 so you decided to try and get some more sleep. You wiggled your body up closer to him and tried to feel all of his warmth when you hit something kind of hard with your ass. You completely stilled not knowing what to do, you got butterflies in your stomach and felt your face get burning hot. There was no chance you were falling asleep now, this had never happened before, or at least had never happened the mornings you’d woken up first. You could feel all of him through the thin fabric of his boxers and you bit your lip trying to keep yourself from thinking bad thoughts about your best friend. Dean started to stir and you felt his arm go to wrap you tighter but then his whole body stilled, he was very much awake and aware of him rubbing up against you.

“Oh god, I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry” he mumbled practically jumping out of the bed, you could see his face turning red. You giggled a bit at the sight of this big strong hunter blushing because he accidently pressed up against you.

“Dean its fine, it’s the morning, I understand” you said suppressing giggles, not feeling  so embarrassed anymore.

“Umm yeah, well I’m gonna go shower, uhh sorry, again” he grabbed a change of clothes and rushed back to the bathroom.

You headed to the kitchen to make some coffee and tried your hardest to get the thought of him rubbing up against you like that with bare skin out of your mind…

The Joy and Life Inside Our Souls

For the 14 Days of Love Fic-a-thon hosted by @softkent

Also on AO3

Growing up, Ransom’s life was dictated for him. It hadn’t been intentional. The thought of planning gave him hives. So when his mom said why not be a doctor like your auntie, Ransom nodded dutifully. When his sister took up pottery for a week, he took it upon himself to take the rest of her classes at the community center by their house. When four of his cousins joined a local hockey league, Ransom followed suit. His family led him through a myriad of phases and interests.

At the end of the day, some of their ideas were truly inspired. Hockey, for instance, got him a student visa and a scholarship to Samwell. That’s where he met his best friends Lardo, Bitty and Chowder. He was also close to their goalie, Johnson. Mostly that was because he understood how to give Ransom a wide birth around exam time.

“Can’t let you drop out of college from stress,” Johnson chirped once.

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Yoda Only One For Me

read on ao3:  http://archiveofourown.org/works/9649367

Stiles was sure it had to be a prank. There was no way that someone actually meant to leave a heart shaped note under his door.

‘You make me smile’

It was simple and cute and definitely wasn’t meant for Stiles. He had a few friends in his dorm building but he mostly kept to himself. It was hard being thousands of miles away from home and his heavy course-load made for little socializing time. His only real friend was his neighbor Derek.

Derek was a freshman from California too and they were both in the same Tuesday and Thursday morning biology lecture.

Derek was a bit closed off at first but after a full semester of college, Stiles had managed to get Derek to open up a bit and they’d become quick friends.

About 5 minutes after becoming friends though, Stiles started to develop feelings for Derek because of course he did. Just his luck that he finally makes one friend and then he goes and falls in love with the guy.

Stiles put the note back on his desk when there was a knock on his door.

He opened it to find Derek standing there.

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morning comes, sometimes with a smile, written for @hedwig-dordt. Title from “This Old Love” by Lior because it’s one of my 209 sciles anthems. Featuring: college Scott/Stiles friends to lovers. Rated G.


Stiles is lying on the couch, snoring. It’s a persistent hum and then a snort, kind of like a bear with a party whistle between its lips. His legs are dangling off one of the armrests, his head is close to the floor. He’s hugging his bed pillow against his chest, even though he appears to only be wearing a thin tank top and his boxers. He’s a human disaster.

The swell of affection Scott feels in that moment blindsides him.

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My Best Friend’s Brother Part 1/?

My Best Friend’s Brother Part 1/?


Title: My Best Friend’s Brother

Summary: Back in college you and Sam Winchester were the best of friends, you had even introduced him to Jess and became the official third wheel, the three of you were inseparable until Jess’s death and then your best friend just disappeared from your life. A few years later living in New York City you run into your ex best friend and piece some things together about his mysterious life. You and Dean grow close, he becomes your best friend too, but can you keep your feeling platonic and brotherly like they are with Sam?

Pairing: Eventual Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader (Best friends)

Warnings: language, eventual smut in future parts

A/N: I’ve always been a writer but have never really shared it with anyone, please give feedback, very nervous about posting this, it’s a story I’ve thought about writing pretty much since I discovered Supernatural. Hope y’all like it <3


It had been three years since you’d seen that sasquatch of a man, Sam Winchester. You were in the middle of time square on your daily walk to work when you see the unmistakable mop of hair. He had grown it longer but you would recognize that gigantor anywhere. You yelled “SAMMMMYYYYYY!” as you practically launched yourself at the man. “Oh my god, Y/N!” he reached his arms out and caught you as you jumped at him and he spun you around in a crushing hug. “What are you doing here Sam? Oh my gosh we have so much to catch up on, I’ve missed you so much, it’s been so long,” as you said this you smacked Sam hard on the chest “you just disappeared! I was so worried, you never answered my texts or calls, I thought you something terrible happened I haven’t heard from you in years, I’m your best friend and you can’t even pick up the phone!” you rambled on and on in anger and also excitement and seeing your best friend again “Y/N shhhh!” Sam said as he covered your mouth with his hand, “I promise I will explain everything to you, I’m sorry I just went away, a lot happened after Jess…” he trailed off at that and you reached out a squeezed his hand, “Well good thing I’ve found you so you can explain everything to me and we can resume our best friendship sasquatch” you giggled as he brought you into another tight hug. You heard a man clear his throat and you turned at the sound coming face to face with one of the most attractive men you had ever seen. You were met with bright green eyes, you smiled at him but he just appeared annoyed,” Sammy we need to head out we have work to do”. “Y/N, this is my brother Dean, we umm work together now” You turned to face the green eyed man and held out your hand “Hi, I’m Y/N, Sammy here was my best friend in college, but I haven’t seen him in years” “ya well he’s had work to do he joined the family business”. You frowned at this, Sam didn’t know but you had figured a few things out about his past, you had overheard conversations he had with Dean that week he disappeared, before and after Jess’s death. You’d meant to talk to him about it but then he was just gone, you did not fully understand at the time what it all meant but you knew his family was involved in some intense stuff. Recently though you had come face to face with the things that go bump in the night and had put two and two together and realized just what Sammy was involved in.  

  Not thinking before you spoke you blurted out, “oh, you’re here about those tourist deaths aren’t you”, Dean and Sam both gave you wide eyed looks, “Dude! You told her about what we do?!” “No man I swear I didn’t, but Y/N how do you know about that?” “Sammy I was your best friend, I overheard conversations you had and put some pieces together about stories you had about your family, I didn’t have it all figured out until recently though…” as you said this you pulled your scarf to the side revealing two circular marks on your throat, turns out your ex had been blood thirsty in a very literal sense. “Whoa, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I wish I’d known, I wish I’d been here to help…” “Sammy its ok we hadn’t talked in years and another hunter helped me out, explained some things about the life to me, I don’t completely get it all but I know some of what you’ve been through, you and your brother are pretty famous you know” you snuck another look at the older Winchester as you said this, he was staring at you pretty intensely so you immediately turned your gaze away. “Anyways I’ve already been looking into the murders and I think I’ve figured some things out, I have to get to work but why don’t you and Dean take my apartment key and go set up there and you can use my notes and things to try and solve this, when I get home later I’ll try and be as much help as I can” Sam and Dean agreed to this and took your keys and headed for your apartment as you went to work. As the day went on you couldn’t get your mind off of Dean, Jess had told you he was crazy attractive and had even planned to try and get Sam to set you up with him before the fire. There was something about him that just excited you and you couldn’t wait to get off work and head home to get to know the beautiful man a little better.

As you unlocked your door you were met by the smell of pizza and Dean sitting at your couch. “Hey, Sam went to the library to do some research, I was taking a break so I figured I’d grab us dinner” “Awesome thank you” you flashed a smile at him and he gave one back that practically stopped your heart. He handed you a beer and the two of you fell into easy conversation. You laughed with this man like you had known him for years, things with him felt even easier than they had with Sam all those years ago, however this time you felt that butterfly sensation in your gut every time those green eyes looked at you. “so you and Sammy ever ya, know, get it on?” you practically choked on your pizza, as you stopped coughing you started to laugh “uhhh absolutely not, me and Sam were purely platonic, he was like the big brother I never wanted.” Dean laughed at that and took another swig of his beer. “I was actually roommates with Jess freshman year and I was the one that introduced them, I became their official third wheel for the rest of college, we were the best of friends…” you trailed off with that remembering all the things the three of you had done together, that familiar pang of missing Jess hit you, but not quite as hard as it usually did, this time you had Sam back, you weren’t missing the both of them anymore.

“Hey guys I think I’ve figured out what we’re dealing with here” Sam came rushing in hands full of books and eyes wide as he held onto them trying to keep them from spilling over and you had to hold a laugh back at how silly he looked “Damn Sammy did you check out the whole library?”, your eyes met Dean’s and you both let out laughs at Sam. Sam rolled his eyes at the two of you and began rambling on about a coven nearby. “I think they’re run by a vampire named Ryan” your heart stopped, “Ryan? As in Ryan Smith?” Sam nodded, “Ya, do you know him?” “Umm yeah, he’s the one who gave me this” you gestured to your neck marks, “has my ex-boyfriend”. “Don’t worry sweetheart we’ll gank the dickhead, he won’t hurt you again” Dean said in a very serious tone, your eyes met his again and he offered a small smile which you returned. Your heart stopped again, but from a completely different feeling…

so for anyone confused about the ages/situations of various Heights characters, these are all of the character breakdowns:

24 year old owner of De La Vega’s Bodega, his parents emigrated from the Dominican Republic and have since passed away. He lives with Abuela Claudia (Grandmother Claudia), who isn’t actually his grandmother but they are as close as family. Usnavi is in love with Vanessa and remains the eyes and ears of his Washington Heights neighborhood.

19 year old Nina has just finished her freshmen year at Stanford University. She is the daughter of Kevin and Camilia Rosario. Nina is the only member of her family and friends who made it to college. She is best friends with Vanessa and a beacon of hope and inspiration to all who know her; she represents the opportunity outside of “the heights.”.

In his forties and owner of Rosario Car and Limousine, Kevin is a husband to Camilia and father to Nina. While Kevin was born and raised in Arecibo, Puerto Rico, he immigrated to New York City with Camilia. Kevin immediately started working to provide a better life for his newly- arrived family. He is stubborn, hot tempered at times and can be quick to act without thoughts of repercussions.

Also in her forties, she is the co-owner of Rosario Car and Limousine with her husband Kevin. Also from Arecibo, Puerto Rico, she fell in love with Kevin at 19 and immigrated with him to New York City. She is cool-headed yet keeps a subtle but strong leash on Kevin. Her daughter Nina has just returned for the summer from her first year at Stanford.

Now a 24 year old cab driver for Rosario Car and Limousine, he once was a street punk and hoodlum, often finding himself in trouble. Kevin saw promise in Benny and helped shape him into a responsible, hard-working young man. Benny has enormous respect for Kevin and sees him as a father figure. Eventually falling in love with Nina, Benny sees a future for them by becoming a businessman. He and Usnavi are best friends.

A 19 year old shampoo girl and Daniela’s Salon, Vanessa is strong, intelligent and grew up with Benny and Usnavi. Though Usnavi would like to be something more than Vanessa’s “friend”, he has never made any attempt. Vanessa dreams of leaving to create her own life away from her alcoholic mother.

15 years old and Usnavi’s cousin, Sonny is spending the summer working for Usnavi at the bodega. He usually hangs out on the street with his friend Graffiti Pete but avoids trouble. He is an extremely intelligent young man who strives to emulate Usnavi. Passionate to solve the social and economic problems of the city, he is someone that needs guidance or risks ending up a street punk.

In her late 60’s, she raised Usnavi after his parents passed away and continues to live with him. She emigrated from Cuba when she was very young. Of all the characters, Abuela Claudia has been in “the Heights” the longest. She struggled to learn English, struggled to find work and in turn has helped others who have followed in her path. She is clearly the matriarch of the neighborhood.

In her thirties, she is the owner of Daniela’s Salon. Savvy to say the least, she is quick witted, brassy and outspoken. While she retains a motherly relationship with Vanessa, she remains the gossip queen of the neighborhood. Non-nonsense, she has built a successful business but is being forced of the neighborhood because of rent hikes.

In her mid-twenties, she is a hairdresser at Daniela’s Salon. Born and raised in Queens, she is a pure, sweet, innocent, and loving woman who is devoted to her family and friends though she is easily taken advantage of because of her naivety. She and Daniela are best friends.

An 18-year old graffiti artist and the nemesis of Usnavi, he is always hanging out on the streets, dancing to his boom box music, spraying any surface he can. Usnavi is unhappy that Sonny and Graffiti Pete are friends because Graffiti Pete epitomizes everything that Usnavi hopes that Sonny will not grow up to be.

In his-mid thirties, he walks the hot and humid streets of Washington Heights selling piraguas (flavored ice shavings) to earn a living. He represents a rhythm of the islands in the big city.


(obviously just switch pronouns around to suit your situation!)

Imagine your TC getting home from work late in winter - he had to stay back and grade papers but was too distracted to get them all done. Now it’s almost 8pm, it’s pitch black outside and the house is cold. He’s decided to make a coffee and stay up late to finish off his marking. His housemate has just finished having dinner and is about to head off to bed when he comes in - they’re close enough. They’ve known each other since college, he tilts his head to one side and looks over at his friend - your tc - and asks;

“So, who is she?”


“(TC Name), I’ve known you long enough to know when there’s a girl under your skin.” He cocks an eyebrow at him and leans over the counter with that knowing sort of look in his eye.

“No one, she’s - it’s no one.”

“Don’t be like that now!”

“It’s complicated.”

“What, she’s got a boyfriend? not interested? lives in a different state?”

“You could say something like that.”

“Well, I’m sure it can’t be that bad.” He turns, leaving the room and heading toward his bedroom leaving your tc weak at the knees by his fresh cup of coffee.

“It is that bad” he whispers to himself

“She’s my student.”

Originally posted by tom-hardy-everywhere

marquis de lafayette. switches from english to french in the middle of a sentence. a wild light always in his eye. cares more about his hair than his grades, but always near the top of his class. sings loudly and carelessly. mediocre dancer, poisonous chef, brilliant hula hooper. strong opinions on everything. touchy-feely with people he’s really close with; he’ll often hug them for no reason or play with ther fingers as they talk to him. greets everyone with a kiss on the cheek. calls his friends mon chéri, strangers mon ami. a glare from him can send men cowering back from battle, a smile have crowds surrounding him. he can name and distinguish all things expensive and posh, from luxury champagnes to gleaming jewels. has a pair of expensive headphones no one can touch. picky with hair/skin products, it drives his friends mad. lends his big fuzzy sweaters to peggy all the time. she never gives them back. would give his life for what he believes in. extremely sentimental and nostalgic. intolerant of anyone who has wronged his pack. trash talks people in french. can fall asleep anywhere; the couch, the table, the floor. a complete early-riser, much to the dismay of his roommates.  can and would literally spend all night watching a new tv series that john (or eliza) recommended—and would call them the next morning to yell at them for the finale, “what the fuck was that plot twist what the fuck when is this stupid show coming back.” reads french poetry out loud. flirts with everyone and everything when he’s drunk. always carries around a backpack, even if it only has a notebook and a pen. the most fantastic listener and advice-giver. tries to absorb every little thing in life, but if he can’t, that’s okay. 

john | alexander

My Best Friend’s Brother Part 8

Title: My Best Friend’s Brother

Summary: Back in college you and Sam Winchester were the best of friends, you had even introduced him to Jess and became the official third wheel, the three of you were inseparable until Jess’s death and then your best friend just disappeared from your life. A few years later living in New York City you run into your ex best friend and piece some things together about his mysterious life. You and Dean grow close, he becomes your best friend too, but can you keep your feeling platonic and brotherly like they are with Sam?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader (Best friends)

Warnings: language, smut!!

 A/N: First time writing real smut not just the build up so please let me know if it was good or not, i hope y'all enjoy <3

“Sweetheart you’re already mine” Dean’s voice was low and husky and it made you feel weak.

You let out a nervous giggle, “Yes Dean but what I mean is I want you to fuck me, please fuck me” that’s all the confirmation Dean needed and he reached down to your panties and quickly pulled them off. He grabbed your thigh rubbing it and inching his hand closer to your heat. You moaned into his kisses as he trailed his mouth down your neck to your breasts.  He sucked and gently bite one nipple then licked it and proceeded to do the same to the other. You moaned arching into his body and felt his fingers swipe up your slit teasing you. “Dean please… more” you wriggled under his body and he let out a low chuckle and inserted two fingers.

“God baby you’re so tight, can’t wait to feel you around me…” he gasped out. He had his index and middle finger inside you and placed his thumb on your clit applying pressure and then moving it in circles making you moan. He smiled down at you and removed his fingers making you whine in protest but then he started to kiss down your body taking his time. He gripped your hips as he placed sweet kiss to your hip bones. You leaned up on your elbows to look down at him. He gave you one last smile before he moved his head down between your thighs, you tilted your head back in pleasure as his tongue licked circles on your clit. You reached your hand down and threaded you fingers through his hair and slightly tugging pulling a growl from Dean, you chuckled, “Got a hair pulling kink baby?” instead of a response he pushed his tongue down harder on your clit making you fall back and moan. Dean laughed and it sent delicious vibrations to your core. You felt the tightening coil deep in your stomach forming, “Oh god, Dean… I’m bout to cum… ohh” as you said this Dean fasted his pace on your clit and you felt your release building he then inserted to fingers and you felt them curl to your g-spot and it was your undoing. You clenched your thighs around his head as you came yelling out his name and then your body went limp. “Dean oh my god I can’t feel like my legs” he came up beside you with a shit eating grin on his face.

“That was hot as hell sweetheart, I could live down there” he said pulling you into a kiss and you could taste yourself on him. Dean pulled back and smiled down at you and you noticed his erection straining against his boxers. You pulled yourself up to hover above him and then straddled his legs. You leaned down and kissed him and as he snuck his tongue into your mouth you hooked your fingers into his boxers and pulled them down. Dean pulled back from the kiss looking into your eyes, his normally bright green eyes were dark with lust. You looked down and brought your hand to grip his cock. You stroked him a few times and couldn’t take your eyes off of it, he was much bigger than your ex in thickness and length and it scared you a little bit but no part of you wanted to stop. You moved down his legs till you were seated between his thighs and gave him one last look before you dipped your head down taking as much of his length in your mouth as you could. You kept going till his cock hit the back of your throat and you used your hand to pump the part your mouth couldn’t reach. You holloed out your mouth and began to suck and Dean put a hand in your hair pulling a little bit, you hadn’t expected that to feel so good and you let out a moan around his cock which pulled a strangled chuckle from Dean, “Now who has a hair pulling kink” he mumbled out, you couldn’t help but giggle a little, even balls deep in your mouth he was a smart ass. “God baby you feel so amazing, you take my cock so well in that pretty little  mouth of your, can’t even tell you how many times I’ve imagined this” his words sent heat straight to your folds and you dipped your hand down to rub a finger between your folds as you continued to use your mouth on him, “Oh my god sweetheart that has got to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, come here, I don’t want to come in your mouth, not now at least” and he pulled you up to him and kissed you wrapping his arms around you and flipping you onto your back. He gave himself a few pumps and then lined himself up with your center. You could feel the head of his cock throbbing at your entrance. “You’re absolutely sure about this baby?” his eyes searched yours and you couldn’t believe he’d think after all of this you would change your mind

“Dean you had better stop talking and fuc…” before you could finish talking he thrusted into you filling you up. He stilled for a moment waiting for you to adjust to his size. He stretched your walls in ways you’d never felt and it hurt a little but also felt wonderfully good, “just give me a moment” you breathed out “its umm been a while and you’re much um bigger than I’ve experienced” you almost incoherently mumbled out.

Dean began planting sweet kisses to your neck and mumbling, “so tight baby…take your time… don’t want to hurt you…” you pressed your hands to his back and lifted your hips beginning to roll them, letting him know you were ready. He pulled almost all of the way out of you except for the head and then thrust into you again pulling a strangled moan from your throat “I’m not going to last long sweetheart”

“S’okk, me either baby” you dug your nails into his back and let the pleasure take over, “Oh god Dean you feel amazing…faster please faster…so’closee”

Dean moved a hand down between you and rubbed your clit pushing you to the edge, “Cum for me beautiful, want to see you cum around my cock” you felt the warmth take over as you came yelling out his name, “there you go baby girl, so hot” Dean thrusted faster chasing his own release, you were so sensitive from the last two orgasms that the sensation of his thrusts made you feel yourself start to build up again

“Oh god Dean I’m going to cum again” you moaned out and at that you felt his hot spurts filling you as he came and it pushed you over into one more orgasm, the two of you holding each other and cumming together.

The two of you were sweaty and panting and Dean rested his head in the crook of your neck kissing the hickey he’d left gently. He slowly pulled out of you and rolled over pulling you on top of him.

“That was….” Dean said looking for the right word to describe it

“Incredible, wonderful, mind blowing, earth shattering…” you mumbled into his chest and felt the rumble of him laughing. You looked up resting your chin on his chest to look in his eyes.

“All of those descriptions work. God you’re beautiful” Dean said more to himself than to you but you still felt yourself blush and ducked your head,” Hey look at me sweetheart” Dean said his voice raspy. You pulled your head back up to look at him and he lifted his hand to caress your face, “I wish I could make you understand just how beautiful you are” he looked almost sad as he said this.

You grabbed his hand and held it, “Well what we just did was pretty convincing that you at least find me attractive” you giggled and he pulled you into his chest in a tight hug and you laid like that for a little while.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Dean asked breaking the silence you looked at him and smiled nodding.

“I think I’m going to take a shower first though” you said as you crawled off of him.

“Mind if I join you?” Dean asked a mischievous grin on his face making you laugh again.

“you’re more than welcome to join but I don’t think my body can have sex again, at least not for a few more hours” you got off the bed and started walking towards the bathroom

“That’s alright I just want to hold you and touch you a little…” at those words Dean smacked your ass and then pulled you to him, you couldn’t help but giggle and lean up and give him a kiss

“I guess wouldn’t mind a little bit of touching, especially if you keep smacking my ass like that” he raised an eyebrow at that and followed you into the bathroom

“So hair pulling and spanking are things I can add to your list of kinks, anything else?” he smirked at you and you blushed, turning around to start the shower.

“I don’t know, I didn’t really even know I liked that sort of thing, my ex wasn’t very adventurous in the bedroom so we just kinda stuck to the same thing, and I hadn’t been with anyone else so I just never learned those things about me. I guess we’ll just have to try things and then I can tell you whether I liked it or not” you winked at him and then got into the shower followed by dean. He got behind you and pulled you to his chest.

“We’ll talk about things before we try them, you don’t have to try anything you don’t want to but just know there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do with you so anything you want to try is free game…” he smiled and placed a kiss to your neck. You felt some of your insecurities bubble up and you bite your lip trying to decide whether or not to voice them or just try and be happy in the moment. Dean must have felt you tense up because he turned you to look at him, “baby what’s wrong, you’re thinking too hard again” you glanced up at him under your lashes and thought about what you were going to say next.

“So you want to do this again? I wasn’t bad… you want to do that with me again?” you looked down at your hands as you spoke and felt his hand grip your chin to make you look up at him.

“Sweetheart, you were I thought you’d be and more, if I could I would lock you in my bedroom naked 24/7. We are most definitely doing that as many times as we can, as long as you want to, I will be fucking you” he gripped your hips as he spoke and you giggled smiling at him giving him a kiss. Another thought came into your head, you wanted to ask what this meant though, you knew you’d promised to take the relationship side of things slow, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he was yours now…

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Tadeusz Kosciuszko was a skilled engineer who studied art/painting in college. He offered his services to the American revolutionary cause and masterminded a key British defeat at Saratoga, as well as oversaw the building of military fortifications at West Point. After the war, he returned to Poland and led an unsuccessful uprising against the nation’s partition by Russia and other foreign powers. After several years of imprisonment in Russia, Kosciuszko returned to the United States, where he was welcomed as a hero and counted Thomas Jefferson and James Monroe among his close friends. Kosciuszko died in exile from Poland in Switzerland in 1817.

College Boy

Originally posted by spnfans

Tagged peeps: @sallyp-53, @superavengers @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @d-s-winchester @supernatural-jackles @teamfreewill-imagine @imadeyoureadthis01

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam, OC Lisa

Pairing: Dean x Y/n

Word count: 2119

Warnings: Swearing. Nothing else really. Like the tiniest smidge of smut at the end. But it’s basically non-existent.Cute Dean 

Summary: A hunt takes the boys to college, where they make a new friend who will give the boys what they have wanted all their lives. 

A/N: This is based on a request from an @imadeyoureadthis01-  Hiii I was wondering if you could write a Supernatural fanfiction where…… The reader is a college student. The guys have a case were there is demons at a college making deal or something. Turns out the reader was raised to be a hunter by his parents but after his parents die he decided to go to college. The reader starts working with the guys and starts getting close to them. Maybe gets feeling for one of them too (Sam or Dean doesn’t matter.


The impala pulled to a stop in the college parking lot. The brothers got out, Dean looking around, annoyed he had to be here while Sam had a slightly regretful look on his face, wishing he would have been able to finish college.

Straightening out their suits, the brothers made their way to the dorms, hoping to talk to the roommates of students who had suddenly had a spike in luck, followed by a gruesome death, leaving the bodies torn to shreds. Animal attacks the local police thought, but the brothers knew better. Hellhounds had torn the bodies apart, meaning there was a demon on campus.

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Jimon week - day 7

Sorry for being late again! there is the last shot of this Jimon week! I hope everyone likes it ;)

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Jimon Week!

↳ day 7: free choice !

                                      Let’s Not Be Too Cliché

           Saying that Simon was happy would have been an understatement, delighted could have work; enchanted might have been the word. It wasn’t long ago that Jace, his boyfriend, had surprised him by announcing that he had reserved a small cottage in the mountain, for the two of them only. It was the first holidays they would spend together, away from New York.

            Jace was studying at the New York Conservatory for Dramatic Arts and Simon, though he had a band, was studying accounting in college, so they both liked to say that their meeting was a lucky hazard. And really, it was. If Simon’s best friend, Clary, hadn’t grown close to Jace’s brother, Alec, in art school, they would probably never have met. Not to mention that becoming friend with Alec was a real challenge Simon had yet to succeed. Nevertheless, Alec had accepted the relationship between him and Jace so Simon wasn’t about to complain about his ‘friendship’ with Alec, he was being tolerated and nothing more counted.

            “What are you thinking about? You are never so silent.”

            He almost jumped off his car sit.

            “Nothing.” He said quickly.

            He turned to Jace who had a teasing smile on his lips and was focused on the road, driving the car they had rent once they arrived at their destination. The blond man had insisted it would give them the liberty they need during their trip.

            “Nothing.” Jace repeated, amused. “Of course.”

            “Hey, don’t mock me!” Simon pouted. “I was only thinking about you?”

            “Really? Not about a Star Wars thing? A comic thing, like, the Captain America I saw you put discretely on your bag hoping I wont see?”

            “Listen, it’s not that I’m afraid to get bored, I just couldn’t leave the house without the Captain America edition you gifted for our first anniversary. And it’s my favourite, you know it right? I was just thinking that if we ever fight during the holidays, not that I think we will, but if, I will have not only something to read but something to remind me you love me.” He babbled embarrassed.

            “I love it when you do that.” Jace laughed softly.

            “When I do what?”

            “The rambling.”

            Simon huffed and crossed his arms.


            Jace chuckled, looking at Simon from the corner of his eyes. It was true though, he love it when his boyfriend’s filter just disappeared and when he started talking without being able to stop himself, sometimes barely making sense. It was annoying for most people, but Jace found it adorable, charming even. And it suited him so much, Simon and his nerdy side. For the rest of the road, Jace couldn’t stop smiling, as Simon was pouting, obviously trying hard not to talk again.

            Jace parked the car not far from them cottage. If it had been summer, they’d probably have been able to take the small way to it as well, but as there was a lot of snow, it was out of the question. Simon was beaming at the amount of snow, already talking about skiing and making a snow-man. Jace looked at him fondly, but they still were in the car and it was time to take their luggage up in the rented place so Jace, gently place on of his finger on Simon lips.

            “Calm down babe, let’s gets installed and after that, promise we’ll talk about our first activity. But for now, move your ass out of the car.”

            Simon stuck out his tongue and Jace rolled his eyes, holding back a laugh. His boyfriend was too adorable.

            As he took his bag, Jace wondered how he had gotten so lucky; he had had many girlfriends, some boyfriends, but had never really felt like love was something made for him, until Simon. Many thought they made an unlikely couple, but somehow, they just clicked. They completed each others in almost every ways. They matched because they brought balance in each others lives.

Simon was bringing Jace some craziness he didn’t know he desperately needed, he made living look so simple, and it was nice. There was time Simon could be seen as naïve, but not in a bad way, it was refreshing. With Simon, Jace knew he could be weak sometimes. On the other hand, Jace was giving Simon some strength and a lot of confidence. Jace was bold and straight forward, being with him had made Simon braver, or more than that, Simon had always been brave, Jace had just helped him to realise it. Jace had taught Simon to be more confident.

Together, they were perfectly balanced. Their couple was bringing both of them a perfect stability.

           The car was almost empty and Jace was bearing one of the last bags when Simon decided it was time to play. Emptying the car was kind of boring and he just wanted to have fun with his boyfriend. Biting his lower lip to hide a smile, Simon slipped away from Jace’s view and took some snow in his hands, making a big ball. Aiming as precisely as possible, he threw it at his boyfriend, hitting him right on the back.

            Jace turned immediately on his heels, narrowing his eyes, only to receive a new ball, on his face this time. But this time, Simon got spotted and Jace put his bag down, took snow on his hands, and started walking toward his boyfriend.

            “You are so dead, Lewis.” He said.

           Simon took the ball on his chest and let out a laugh before a second one hit him on the shoulder. A merciless war began. None of the men wanted to give up on victory and they were soon soaked from wet snow. But they didn’t care. They were laughing and they were happy. Eventually, Jace decided it was time to end it and he ran to his boyfriend, pushing him in the snow. Falling with him, he made sure to stay above him, holding Simon’s wrists on the snow; at each side of his head. It could have been an awkward position but it wasn’t, both of them were looking at the other, grinning, until Jace leant to kiss Simon.


            The kiss was slow and affectionate, Jace’s mouth warm against his lips, tongues caressing gently each others. It was the kind of kiss sending Simon straight to Heaven. The kind of kiss he wanted to last forever. But the snow was cold on his back, head and neck and he suddenly found himself shivering. Jace must have felt it too because he broke the kiss immediately and Simon almost whimpered, already missing the sensation.

            “Come on babe, let’s go home before you get sick”

            Simon sighed, but smiled as Jace gave him his hand to help him stand up. Ever the gentleman, Jace. Simon loved that about him.

            They took the last bags from the car and went straight up to the cottage. It was a cosy place, with a fire place, very cliché and very romantic. Simon took off his coat and shivered again. The wet snow had pierced through his clothes and he grimaced, feeling the cold, for real this time. Hurrying to his luggage, he took off his wet shirt, changing for a warmer and dry one.

           “See, if you had waited to get installed, we could have change for our snow suits and we wouldn’t have been like that.” Jace commented as he changed too.

           Simon pouted, Jace rolled his eyes.

           “Tell you what, you make us hot chocolate and I’ll make a fire.”

           “And we wrap ourselves on a blanket to cuddle?!” Simon asked excitedly as his face lit up.

           Jace shook his head slightly but the smile on his lips gave him away.

           “You’re impossible.”


            It didn’t take Jace long to make the fire, he was used to it, Alec and he had often did it in scoot camp. Fireplace, campfire, the only difference was the actual place where it was made. Jace took a few steps back and smiled proudly at himself.

            “See what I did babe?”

            Simon joined him, two cup in hands and grinned at him.

            “You’re the best, Captain.” He flattered.

            Simon put the two cup on the table and turned around looking for a blanket. Jace only looked at him, a smirk plastered on his face. He looked like a puppy happily chasing his tails and it was a sight that made Jace heart melt. How could one look so precious? It was unfair.

            He was still in his thoughts when he received the searched blanket in his face.

            “Come on, I want to cuddle.” Simon demanded.

            And seriously, who was Jace to refuse?

            He sat on the couch near the fire place, putting the blanket around his right side, opening the left one to welcome Simon in his arms before wrapping them up.

            Jace looked around him, and at the window, the snow had started falling.

            “Could we be more cliché?”  He asked groaning a bit.

            “Actually we could.”

            He glared at Simon who chuckled before pecking his lips.


            “Hmmm… Not convinced and… Come on, you call that a kiss?”

            Simon grinned this time and kissed Jace, open mouth, leaning even more against him, sliding a hand on his hair as his Jace’s one went on his back. He bitted slightly his boyfriend’s lower lip and Simon moaned softly and they broke the kiss for a second before kissing again, slower this time. None of them were cold anymore, but they didn’t throw away the blanket. They continued to kiss, soft and passionate. Jace smiled against his boyfriend’s lips; now, they couldn’t be more cliché.  

My Best Friend’s Brother Part 6

Title: My Best Friend’s Brother

Summary: Back in college you and Sam Winchester were the best of friends, you had even introduced him to Jess and became the official third wheel, the three of you were inseparable until Jess’s death and then your best friend just disappeared from your life. A few years later living in New York City you run into your ex best friend and piece some things together about his mysterious life. You and Dean grow close, he becomes your best friend too, but can you keep your feeling platonic and brotherly like they are with Sam?

Pairing: Eventual Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader (Best friends)

Warnings: language, eventual smut in future parts

A/N:  Thank you everyone who has been reading these and giving feedback, it means so much to me<3 hope y'all enjoy this part, things are starting to heat up;)

You settled in your usual seat in the Impala between the boys. You were reading your book but found yourself re-reading the same line over and over. You were too distracted by every little movement Dean made. You kept sneaking looks at him from the corner of your eye, he was completely focused on the road though. Getting agitated you pulled your legs up criss-cross and pushed your reading glasses up that had a tendency to slide down your nose trying to re-focus on your book. The case was in New Mexico so you had about a 10 hour drive and were only on hour 2. You had put on a pair of black leggings and one of Dean’s white t-shirts tying it so a sliver of your stomach showed. You’d hoped to get some flirting or something from Dean on the car ride, with the two of you sitting so close but with Sam being there Dean wouldn’t even look at you. You’d even started to wonder if you’d made up all that stuff that happened today. You also didn’t know what you wanted it to mean. Dean was your best friend and you lived and hunted with him, you had a good thing going, but you couldn’t ignore the way he gave you butterflies or the heat between your legs from earlier…

“You ok Y/N?” Dean asked never taking his gaze from the road.

“Umm yeah I’m fine” you said quickly trying to focus back on your book.

“Sweetheart you’ve been reading the same page for the last thirty minutes” as he said this he moved his hand to rub your knee. You looked over at Sam and realized he’d fallen asleep.

“Well I’m a little distracted, have a lot on my mind…”

“Are you thinking about what happened earlier?” his grip on your leg tightened and moved up your thigh.

“Mmhmm” your heart beating faster, this man could make you lightheaded with just a touch.

“And what are you thinking about it?” He looked at you questioning.

You looked into his eyes and tried to decide what direction to take this conversation.

“Listen sweetheart if youre uncomfortable just tell me we can pretend nothing happened…” he looked away from you and removed his hand and you could see his hands tense as he spoke.

You turned and scooted closer to him, “No Dean that’s not what I want, I guess I’m just wondering what it will mean” you bit your lip and looked trying to figure out what you wanted

“I don’t know, I mean you’d still be my best friend, it just ya know would be a friendship with sexual benefits I guess”

You felt your heart sink at that, of course he didn’t want to be with you, at least not in any other way than sex and friendship.

“Or I mean maybe something else…” Dean continued, you looked at him and could tell he was uncomfortable and was trying to figure out what to say, “ or we, we could just act on what we’re feeling and just see where it goes from there”. Being Dean’s best friend you knew this was his way of saying that he wanted more than a friends with benefits set up too, but that he was just as confused as you were on how to go about this.  

You smiled up at him and he placed his hand on your leg again rubbing his thumb in circles, you wrapped your arms around him hugging him tightly, “ that sounds like a good plan to me Dean”.

“ You know I really care about you Y/N, whatever this is, it wont be just physical, at least for me, I just don’t know yet what all I can offer you, I don’t really do relationships”

“Whatever this is, it wont just be physical for me either. And I don’t have any expectations, I just know how you make me feel and I want to explore that,  we can take things slow and figure it out together”

“How slow exactly are we talking?” you could hear it in his voice that he wasn’t asking about the relationship aspect.

“Oh my god Dean that’s not what I meant” you said laughing and sitting up to look at him, “just the relationship side of it we’ll take slow”

“Thank god, because you are driving me crazy in my shirt, I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself” He said practically fucking you with his eyes.

You let out a loud laugh, “Well you’d better not keep your hands to yourself, after this morning my thoughts have become explicit fast and I don’t know how much longer I can wait” you turned bright red as soon as it left your mouth.

Dean chuckled, “Glad you enjoyed yourself” his hand creeping up your leg as he spoke.

You rested your chin on his shoulder and put your mouth next to his ear and whispered, “I just wish we were still back at the bunker so you could show me what exactly you meant when you said I was yours, and maybe mark me in a few other places…” referring to the bruise his mouth had left on your throat. You’d worn your hair down so Sam wouldn’t see it but you pulled your hair to one shoulder to give Dean a good look at it.

“Baby girl the things I want to do to you” he growled moving his hand to the top of your gripping hard enough that you knew youd have finger shaped bruises. You leaned in a little closer and pressed a kiss to Dean’s throat and feeling alittle brave by how excited he seemed you leaned in again bit down and sucked a love bite like he had done to you. Dean moaned at that sensation and you smiled, “well don’t stop now” he said wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you even tighter into him his hand then traveling down and giving your ass a squeeze.

“Dean we can talk but we cant go any further your brother is asleep less than an arm’s length away” you giggled at his frustrated groan.

“But that felt good you cant just tease me like that and then stop” he pleaded.

You lifted an eyebrow and smirked at him, “That’s exactly what you did to me earlier I think its only fair”

“You liked me teasing you and you know it” and before you could respond he pulled his hand back and landed a nice smack right on your ass and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped. You looked up at him wide eyed embarrassed and hid your face with your hands, “whoa there baby, maybe you’re a little kinkier than I thought” he said with a huge smile on his face, “I knew we should’ve watched 50 Shades together, a little more info on your kinks would come in handy know” he pulled you into his side and placed a kiss to your forehead.

Your embarrassment subsided a little and you said, “I’d rather you figure them out than me just tell you, it’s more fun that way, but yes I can definitely promise you I’m kinkier than you think” you said a little quieter feeling a blush spread across your face but you didn’t avert your eyes this time.

Dean looked down at you like he could devour you and you could feel the warmth and wetness pooling at your center, ”Sweetheart I cannot wait to discover every little thing that makes you squirm”. You smiled at him and snuggled into his side, you needed to calm yourself before Sam woke up. A few minutes passed and you and Dean had just been sitting in comfortable silence wrapped up in each other as much as you could and Dean still drive safely.

You were thinking again about everything that had happened and realized that through all of this the two of you still hadn’t kissed yet.

“what are you thinking about princess?”

“You haven’t called me that before” you said looking at him with a big smile, he blushed and looked forward shrugging, “I like that one too but my favorite is baby girl”

He smiled at that, “Well baby girl you still haven’t answered my question”

“I was just thinking about everything that’s happened between us the last few days and how its escalated yet we still haven’t kissed’’

Dean looked down at you and moved his arm to rub your side,”Don’t worry, you wont have to wait too much longer for that” you were at a stoplight and he leaned in like he was going to kiss you but he dipped his head down and placed a sweet kiss on your neck. He placed several kisses down your neck to you shoulder, moving your(his) shirt of out the way to place kisses on your collar bone back up your throat. His movements were so slow and tender you didn’t know if  you preferred this or the heated lustful fast moments. You just hoped you’d get to feel both to their fullest extent. He placed one last kiss on your jaw, and looked back into your eyes you could melt into those emerald eyes, his eyes dropped to your mouth and you hoped he didn’t hear your heart beating, but then the light turned green and he went back to driving with a smirk on his face. Right as you were about to get upset with him about getting you excited and leaving you again Sam started to stir.

“Mornin’ Sammy” Dean chuckled. Sam glared at Dean and started to sit up and reach for his bag to do some more research for the case. He was oblivious to the looks that kept passing between you and Dean.


“Sweetheart we’re here” you’re not sure when but you’d fallen asleep some time after you and the boys had stopped to get food and had slept through the rest of the drive apparently curled up in Deans lap. You looked up and Dean was smiling down at you and rubbing your shoulder.

“Im sorry I didn’t mean to sleep all over you” you said rubbing your eyes.

“Its ok sweetheart, Sammy is actually going to go do some interviews with Cas and so we can go rest in the motel room”

“Castiel is here!?”you shot up, you adored to awkward angel and hadn’t seen him in a while

“Yes Y/N, I am here” you looked out the passenger door and saw the trenchcoated angel.

“Cas!” you yelled crawling out of the car and almost knocking him over with a hug, “I’ve missed you Cas! Where have you been?” you asked smiling up at him, Cas still wasn’t great with physical contact but he always smiled and blushed whenever you hugged him like that.

“I had to take care of some things in heaven and it took a while, I am sorry I haven’t been in touch” Dean got out of the car and grabbed the bags and looked over at you impatiently, he was probably just tired from driving all night and wanted to get to the room to sleep.

“Alright well you two be safe and call us if you need anything, we’ll just be in the room resting and since I got a little nap in I’ll try and dig up some info” you said hugging Sam and Castiel and then walking towards Dean.


“Hey Dean I’m gonna grab a shower” the two of you had been sprawled out on the bed watching tv and coming in and out of sleep.

“Want some company in there princess?” Dean smirked at you as you felt your cheeks blush, he was trying to get to you.

Deciding that two could play at that game you turned around in the bathroom doorway, “If you think you can handle me Winchester you’re more than welcome to join.” You raised an eye brow at him while you said this and giggled at the expression on his face he looked surprised and flustered. “Hmm that’s what I thought well I’ll be in here if you decide to join me” winking at him and turning into the bathroom.

You were washing the shampoo out of your hair when you heard the bathroom door open the sound of a belt being undone. You couldn’t believe Dean had actually decided to come in. You were extremely nervous but also very excited, “Dean?”

You felt strong arms wrap around you and pull you back, “Mmhm babygirl” Dean said as he placed a kiss to your neck and then turned you around to face him, you were standing to close to him to see anything below his stomach but you could feel it.

“Hi” you said reaching your hands up caress his cheek.

“Hi” he said back leaning his head down to press his forehead against yours, “so beautiful…” he whispered running his hands down your back. You looked up into his green eyes and you swear in that moment your heart stopped. Finally he leaned his head down and pressed his lips to yours. At first it was just a chaste kiss, but then his hands wandered down to your ass and he gripped you tight deepening the kiss. You reached your arms up around his neck and pulled him down further to you until the two of you were making out in the shower that had long turned cold but neither of you had noticed. Dean then went for your neck biting and licking turning you into a moaning mess, “babygirl the sounds you make drive me crazy, I can’t wait to feel you everywhe-“

“Dean, Y/N, where are you guys?” Sam called out

“Shit” you and Dean said at the same time wondering how to talk your way out of this.

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BSM: You Find Out You Have Two Older Brothers (Part One)

Originally posted by mooseleys

BSM #2

*Same father, different mother*

When my mother died three months ago, all she left me was a couple thousand dollars and a letter. In the letter she explained where I could find my father. I had met him a few times before when I was younger, but he had stopped coming when I was around 12. I was 22 now and had just graduated from college when my mother passed away from her 6 year battle with cancer.

John Winchester and I were never exactly close when I was little, but that could be due to the fact that he only came around twice a year. He would take me to a baseball game or go bowling with me, but when he stopped coming it wasn’t exactly a huge deal. But now that my mother was gone, I didn’t have anyone else. Sure I had friends from school and back home, but I wanted my father to know what had happened to my mom and I wanted to know why he stopped coming.

So when I came across the address in the letter she gave me, you can imagine that I made my way to Sioux Falls, South Dakota as soon as I could. I pulled into town around noon time and drove into the lot of Singer Auto.

“Hello?” I called out as I knocked on the front door of the house.

“Can I help you?” a rough, deep voice asked me through the screen door.

“Um, yes actually,” I said as I rocked back and forth on my toes. “I’m looking for John Winchester. My mother sent me here. She said he might be here…”

“John Winchester is dead,” he asked more roughly than before and my heart dropped.

“Oh,” I muttered as my eyes watered a bit. “Um… I’m sorry for wasting your time. I’ll just be going now.”

I was halfway back to my car before the man stopped me.

“Did you know John?” he asked and I turned back to look at him.

“Yeah… he was my father.”


“He was my dad. He only stopped by a few times a year and never stuck around for long, but my mother is dead now and I just… I wanted to know why he stopped coming all those years ago and she said I might find him here.” I told him tearfully.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you come inside and we can talk for a bit. John might be dead, but there’s some more people you can meet.”

“What do you mean?”

“You weren’t John’s only kid. He had two sons too.

It’s not the full first chapter but here’s a sneak peak at the actor au i was inspired by @ackerchou to write

Some notes beforehand:

  • Matt and Shiro went to acting school with Keith and Lance and Matt and Shiro are pining for each other while Lance and Keith actually got together early on.
  • Matt and Shiro share an apartment
  • When Klance has to film fighting scenes they end up having to redo them several times because they always end up getting a LITTLE too close because they’re together and they’re both little shits who enjoy flirting via fighting 
  • Hunk is Shiro’s college best friend who is actually a chef
  • Pidge is Matt’s IRL little sibling. They’re genderfluid and go by they/him.
  • Matt was the original choice for the green paladin but then Pidge came by to pick him up from the audition and the director decided Pidge was a better choice but that matt was for sure going to have a part because he was such a good actor and they wanted him as SOMEONE in the show
  • Allura and Lance are friends and have been best friends since they were practically in the womb. Lance can’t flirt with her very well sometimes when the show calls for it because she won’t stop laughing. 
  • Coran is the co-director and is the most senior actor on set

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