Warnings: angst, moderate language aka swearing, self deprecating thoughts, the reader being practically naked, lots of kissing and a steamy makeout (veering towards smut)
Summary: Y/N is having some self image issues and starts picking out her flaws. Thankfully her boyfriend, Theo, shows her how wrong she is, proving to her that she’s everything and more than perfect in his eyes and every ‘imperfection’ she speaks of is just another thing that made him fall in love with her.
Word Count: 1.1k
A/N: Friendly reminder that you’re beautiful. You hear me? You’re so damn gorgeous, you fucking go girl (or guy)! For every second you’re worried about how you look, I’m thinking about how amazing you look with that hairstyle or those cute shoes. You slay! Okay? You’re not allowed to fight me on this, because in my eyes you’re perfect. For every flaw you pick out, there are people in your life that could pick out 10 characteristics they love about you. Darling it’s all about perspective :)))) and from my angle you’re looking hot goddamn!!!
I sigh, my palms laying against the tile to hold me up steadily as hot water rushes down my back. I roll back my shoulders, trying to force the tension in my body away.
I push one last hand through my hair, turning the metal knob to stop the stream of water and pushing back the curtain.
I step out of the shower, reaching out to the nearby hanger and grabbing the plush robe and set of underwear. I wrap myself in the soft fabric and pull on the panties and bra. I gather my hair to one side, wringing out the excess water, then grabbing the towel on the other hanger to dry my hair as much as possible.
I hang the wet towel back up and tug open the wooden door, leaving the bathroom to walk the short distance to my bedroom, hoping to snuggle into my covers for a cozy night in.
I’m about to plop into bed and turn on some Netflix when I turn a bit, catching sight of myself in the full length mirror. My expression falls, seeing my worn-out features and disheveled hair.
I step closer, examining my face and every imperfection; the way my nose is slightly crooked, my lips are too thin, and how my eyebrows are uneven.
I shrug the robe off my shoulders, critiquing my figure as well. How could someone as hot as Theo be with someone as ugly as me? My breasts were way too small and so was my ass. The stretch marks and veins that normally didn’t bother me, were sticking out like a sore thumb against my pale, lifeless skin.
I bend over, the rolls of my stomach becoming prominent. I grab at the fat between my thumb and forefinger, groaning at the extra weight. I wish I looked like one of those skinny girls in the magazines, but no, I had to be given a terrible metabolism.
I spin on my heel, looking at how repulsive I was from new angles. Small tears start to trickle down my cheek on their own accord.
I hear the front door of the house unlock, footsteps sounding up the stairs quickly and before I know it, Theo’s at the doorframe, shock displayed across his face.
My eyes widen in surprise as well, looking down at my almost naked body. “I guess this is the first of many times I come over without invitation,” he says, a smirk taking over his previously shocked expression.
He starts to saunter over to me, but stops short, a frown filling his pink lips. I realize why, brushing away any leftover tears and avoiding his eyes by looking down at my feet.
Theo raises his hands, cupping my cheeks and guiding my eyes to look into his own, ignoring my obvious hesitation.
“Y/N, what’s going on?” He gently asks, his dark brows pulled together in concern.
My tongue skims over my lip, before I bite on it. Weighing if I should spill the truth or not.
“Babe, don’t even think about lying. Remember, I can hear your heartbeat.” He basically reads my mind, stopping me from considering lying about what was bothering me.
“Why are you with me?” I query, genuine interest coming from my question.
“What?” Theo asks, incredulously. “You cannot be serious right now.”
“You’re way out of my league, Theo. You’re so hot and I’m just…” I motion back to the mirror. “How can you say you love someone as ugly as me,” I reiterate, but disbelief stays plastered across his face.
He rolls his eyes at my words, but I stand my ground, wanting to hear his answer. “Love, you can’t seriously be asking me this. You’re fucking perfect.” Theo’s fingers start roaming along my shoulders then my arms then on my waist.
“Y/N, I can’t believe you think you’re any less than perfect. Every single damn ounce of you is made of perfection.” He backs up towards my bed, pulling me with him, but once we reach the edge of the bed frame he picks me up bridal-style and lays me down carefully on top of the covers.
“Theo, but I’m fat and look at my gross stretch marks,” I mutter, a grimace on my face.
“Baby, you’re not fat, whatsoever. You’re body is so beautiful. Whatever size you are, is the size for me.” Theo starts kissing the expanse of my stomach, then to my upper thighs. “And these, baby, these stretch marks are sexy as hell. Each one is like a tiger stripe, marking your journey as a human being, and that thought, fuck. I just love you so much and seeing you hating yourself, makes me so angry, because all I see in you is how damn lucky I am to be able to witness a fucking glimpse of your beauty.”
“But, don’t you think I have so many flaws? Like my boobs are way too small and my hips stick out too mu-”
“Y/N, how many times do I have to say you’re perfect?” He laughs, his lips moving to kiss the laced fabric of my bra. “These aren’t too small and I’d hate to see them any other way if I’m being honest, because I’m so used to them.” He gives them a playful squeeze, causing a light chuckle on my half.
He peppers kisses along my hip bones too, a stifled moan coming from him. “And your hips, damn, they just, fuck, they’re one of my favorite parts of you.”
“Love, I’ll spend all night kissing every inch of you if that’s what it takes for you to believe that you’re perfect. I couldn’t care less about a number on a scale or the size of your bra. All I care about is your happiness and self love, because baby, I don’t see a reason why you shouldn’t love yourself.”
Theo looks up at me with those hazel, but prominently blue eyes, his brown hair looking soft as ever. My hands delve into the strands, tugging them towards me playfully. He smirks at me, crawling up the bed until he hovers over me, my lips planting on his as my fingers tug and pull in his hair.
His hands clasp onto my waist, massaging the tender flesh, while deepening the kiss. Theo runs his tongue over my bottom lip in askance and I oblige, our tongues dancing together beautifully, fueling the kiss with more passion and love than we’ve ever had.
Our noses bump into one another’s as he pulls back a millimeter, both of us trying to even out our breaths. “Youre perfect in my eyes, baby, and that’s all that matters,” he murmurs against my lips between deep breaths.
“Thank god I have you to remind me,” I whisper, so damn grateful to the universe for bringing us together, resting my forehead on his.
“Thank god I even have you,” he replies and I just respond by pecking him on the lips again, savoring the taste of his mouth on my own.
His lips start trailing down my neck, leaving hot, wet kisses down my skin, whispering “perfection” after every single one.
You were jogging down the hallway to get to the jet. For once, the mission hadn’t gone to hell which meant a little more chatter from everyone on the team. There was one person however, who was especially talkative.
“That was sexy as hell, baby” Bucky huffed through the comm.
You had just taken down a man in a thigh chokehold that you’d been practicing. You grinned and continued down the hall, now knowing that bucky could see everything you were doing from his sniper position.
“I am going to have to see that up close and personal after this” He murmured. You heard what you thought was sam groan.
“Well, Sergeant, you are gonna have to earn it” You smirked as you jumped out the window.
“Oh, believe me baby, I will. And you will just be dripping before I even do a thing. It’s a good thing we have our own floor because I am going to make you scream my name when we get back. God, not going to stop all night. Take you on the floor, the wall, the bed, the counter.” You felt your stomach flip, he was feeling very talkative today
“Hello? You guys know we are all on here too, right?” Definitely Sam.
“Oh I know.” And you swore you could hear Bucky’s cocky grin.
Seokjin: - Prefers to cook for you instead of going out to eat - So many dad jokes - His laugh makes you laugh - Spams you with selfies
“Jagi~ though I’m handsome, when I’m with you I feel even more handsome!”
Rap monster/namjoon: - loves when you wear his clothes - S K I N S H I P - gives you plushees - Late night talks about life in his car - Tries to cook for you but burns the food
“Wow baby you look so sexy in my shirt”
Yoongi/Suga: - may not show it but loves you unconditionally - Naps together - Writes songs/raps about you - You’re his best friend - An asshole to the world but a sweetheart to his girl
“Can we please nap together? Practice was shit and all I could think about was sleeping with you.”
Hoseok/JHope - Your own personal sunshine - Stares at you when you’re not looking - Loves coming up with new dances with you - Always smiling - Dinner dates are a must
“How did I get so lucky??? I have the most beautiful girl in the world!”
Jimin: - loves holding your hand - Neck kisses are his favorite - Protective !! If he catches any other guy staring at you he’ll pull you closer to him - Calls you princess - A soft baby for you but can be sexy as hell when he needs to be
“My princess, you look so good today. Wait until we get home”
Taehyung/V: - very playful and loving - Wants you to play video games with him - You two baby each other - Cheers you up when you’re sad - Kisses your cheeks
“Ahh…..I know what would make you feel better! Let’s go pet some dogs!”
Jungkook: - a competitive little…..but let’s you win (sometimes) - Likes lifting you/spinning you around - Play fights turn into makeout sesh - Sings you to sleep - You’re his whole world
Requested by several: Hi! I’m so dead can I request some frank smut pls and Omfg yes daddy kink
I need more frank x reader fucking against a wall THAT GIVES ME LIFE can you include that in some other request?
Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader
Word count: 3.3k
Warnings: daddy kink (obviously), spanking, wall sex, various sex positions, rough sex, masturbation, breath play, dirty talking, lascivious thoughts, multiple orgasms, oral sex, body worshipping, hair pulling, scratching, hickies, creampie, unprotected sex, voyeurism, begging, fingering, sexy times, kind of au-ish?, deviates from canon a bit?, Frank has like a real job, fluff, cuddling, swears, just….lots and lots of sex I’m sorry
A/N: this is just entirely smut. No plot whatsoever. Just…unadulterated kinky sex with our favorite frank castle. You’ve been warned, honey bunches.
You were literally so bored. It was as if there was nothing interesting to do while you waited not-so-patiently for Frank to come home from another day at work.
It didn’t help any that you were on the both of your guy’s bed and were in dire need of a certain type of his attention. It wasn’t a surprise when your thoughts began to quickly turn more sensual the longer you waited.
She sighs forlornly while she examines herself in the full length mirror. The new, black, lacy lingerie set looks good against her skin (and the push-up bra does wonders for her breasts) but she can’t help but feel kind of silly in the sexy getup.
Roman has always assured her that she satisfies him in bed, but she’s never felt particularly sexy. She always feels awkward, because she never knows what to do, so she lets Roman take the lead but even he’s been holding back lately. That’s why, a week ago, he suggested spicing things up in the bedroom. (Though he made it very clear that she always pleases him, he just wanted to kick things up a notch). Nothing too serious, he’d explained, and they would establish a safe word just in case.
Maybe Dylan getting really frustrated with a test and if he passes you agree to give him head hehehehe
“This shit is fucking pointless! Where the fuck will I use this equation huh y/n?! Fuck this bullshit!”
Dylan threw his pen down in frustration, dropping his head into his hands he sighed loudly. You watched quietly from his bed room floor as your boyfriend growled out more curses at the homework sheet below him.
“I’ll fucking fail this subject if I don’t at least get 75% on this test! I’m fucking fucked man”
“Take a breath Dylan”
“You don’t get it y/n!”
“Uh ya I do baby, that’s why I’m saying take a breath”
You scooted over to where he way laying down on his bed and placed his school stuff on the floor beside you.
“Dylan look at me.”
He rolled onto his stomach and looked down at you, the frustration etched across his brow.
“Dylan your like one of the smartest people I know, you’ll be fine.”
“No offence y/n but you suck at math”
“I can still help you tho Dylan. And I’ve got an idea! Hand me your math sheet!”
Dylan warily handed over the papers to you. Waiting patiently for you to continue.
“Right I’m gonna read out these fuckers and if you get all 8 right I’ll give you a treat”
“What kind of treat”
“The one you like best!”
“You’ve got Dr Pepper in your bag?”
“No stupid! This kind…”
You slowly licked down then pen you were holding, sucking gently back up and looking directly into Dylan’s eyes. He coughed and smiled at you.
“Oh! Well yes that is a favourite of mine babe, what if I lose”
“Then you have to do the same for me”
“I’m not really seeing that as a punishment princess”
“For a week!, everyday”
“Still not seeing a downside here y/n”
“Just shut up dyl”
You giggled as you smoothed out the paper. After 2 problems Dylan began to get frustrated again. Exclaiming loudly again that it was all bullshit.
“Right ok let’s up the stakes. Next one you get right I’ll take my top off”
“I thought the point was not to distract me baby”
“Ah ah ah if you get it wrong i take a candy bar out your fridge”
“Hey! No fair!”
“What? I like my candy”
He grinned like a idiot at you as you rolled your eyes. Starting the equations again Dylan quickly got the next one right. As you removed your shit he made a noise of approval in his throat as he gazed at the purple lacy bra you were wearing.
“Next one right and you choose what comes off next dyl”
He nodded quickly and soon worked out the rest of the problems, leaving you in you bras matching panties and your knee high socks.
“Seriously dyl? You left my socks on?”
“The look sexy as hell y/n”
“Your silly dyl”
“You lost the challenge baby”
You ginned as you pulled him into a sitting position. He drank in the sight of your body, reaching out and pulling you by your hips to straddle his lap. He leant down and kissed slowly up from you neck to your ear. His hands caressing and massaging your ass. You moaned his name as his hot breath tickled you. Tilting his face up to yours you kissed him deeply, your tongue invading his mouth fighting with his. His hands swept up and down your back as your kiss intensified, drawing needy groans from him.
Breaking your kiss you slipped down off his lap. Kneeling in front of him. He stared back down at you with lust filled eyes as you worked to free him from his pants. His breath caught as you swirled your tongue around his head before kissing down his length. Grasping him gently with one hand and rubbing your other hand up over his thighs to caress his stomach. Placing each of his hands by his sides he leaned back and watched your lips slide up and down him. Muttering curses and moans.
“Ugh, shit y/n, god damn! So good! Mmmf- fuck!”
His voice lowered as he tried to talk through your movements. You lowered yourself onto him, taking him as far as you could down your throat. His hands shot to your head and held you down onto him.
“Nmmmm fuck! Take that dick y/n, such a good fucking girl”
He groaned before allowing you back up, you gasped for air quickly before you head was shoved back down, he bucked his hips slightly as he held you again. Thrusting gently into your mouth. As he released you again you worked your hands faster onto him, sucking him hard around his head and glancing up at him.
His mouth hung loose as he muttered your name over and over again, telling you how fucking good your lips felt wrapped around his cock. His head falling back as you bobbed your head faster onto him. He clutched your hair, keeping it out of your way and as a lever to help you suck him.
“Fuck. Fuck I’m gonna cum y/n! I want to cum in your mouth baby!”
He let out a groan as the hot salty liquid gushed into your mouth. You quickly swallowed him and looked up at him grinning.
“See I told you, you could do it dyl”
He laughed at you and flopped backwards onto his bed. Sight happily.
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?
A/N: Hey guys so there are only going to be 2 more parts to My Best Friend’s Brother thank you all so much for being so supportive and wonderful all the time. I’m already working another Dean x Reader story that i’m super excited about and also a Bucky x Reader that will probably get posted this week. Love you all and i hope everyone is having a great week <3
Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader (Best friends)
language, smut, angst, fluff
To say that the last week had been hell would be an
understatement. You and Sam had successfully brought Dean back to the bunker
and were able to turn him human again, but he still had the mark and so much
guilt that he wouldn’t even look you in the eye. Whenever you entered a room he
would shut down and pretend like you weren’t there. You had even taken to
sleeping in your old room again because the first few nights of him being human
again you found him sleeping on the couch just to avoid you. You knew that he
felt terrible about the things he did and the way he treated you but you wished
he’d just talk to you so that you could tell him you forgave him and loved him,
but you also didn’t want to push too hard and push him even further away so you
“Mornin’ Sammy” you said groggily walking into the kitchen.
Sam was making breakfast and handed you a cup of coffee as you sat down. The
two of you talked and laughed together as he cooked. As much as you loved Dean
you felt a twinge of guilt for letting your friendship with Sam be put on the
back burner. As the two of you were laughing Dean walked into the kitchen and
you gave him a soft smile, this time his eyes lingered longer than usual and
you realized why. You were wearing one of his sweatshirts, boy short underwear and
your glasses and nothing else.
You walked into Dean’s
bedroom ready for a movie and bed when all of a sudden you felt hands grip you
from behind. You giggled as Dean trailed his hands up your body and began
kissing your neck, “Baby whats got you going?” you giggled out. “You
sweetheart, nothing sexier than this outfit” he groaned into your neck. You laughed
not believing him, “are you serious? I’m a mess, I’m in one of your huge
sweatshirts and my glasses and look exhausted”. “You look sexy as hell baby
girl, this might be my favorite look on you…” and before you knew what was
happening he had you pinned to the bed.
Your cheeks burned red at the memory and you quickly looked
away. Dean took a seat next to you and you snuck a glance back at him and
noticed him eyeing you with a smirk. You smiled at him feeling hopeful that he’d finally decided to let you
back in. Your attention turned back to Sam who was finishing up the bacon.
“This brings back memories doesn’t it?” he asked laughing.
“Me and Jess used to make you cook for us all the time” you
giggled stealing some bacon earning a glare from Sam.
“yeah and I always offered to teach you two but you always
said no” he said as he gave you and Dean your plates of food.
“Why would we learn when we had you?” you said playfully.
“God I swear sometimes it felt like you and Jess were in a
relationship and I was the awkward best friend” he laughed and you threw a
piece of bacon at him.
“Who are you calling awkward?” you asked and Dean and Sam
laughed. You beamed at hearing Dean’s laugh for the first time in a while.
“ You two were impossible sometimes I would come home to the
two of you in our bed and there would barely be any room for me” he responded.
“Dude why would you complain about having two gorgeous women
in your bed?” Dean asked mouth full of food and you laughed.
“I wasn’t getting anything out of it they were always eating
pizza or ice cream in my bed and then would fall asleep watching movies”
“Hey we sometimes let you cuddle with us!” you responded
which pulled a laugh out of Sam and Dean
“You two sure were something” Sam said smiling.
You’re smile fell a bit as you remembered, “yeah, she was my
person” Sam reached across the table and gripped your hand and you smiled at
him before getting up to get more coffee.
“That’s the first time I’ve really heard you two talk about
her” Dean said from the table.
“yeah I guess up till now it was too painful” Sam responded
“But now we can talk about her and laugh and smile at the
memories. God we have so many memories” you laughed as you came behind Sam
hugging him. You placed a kiss on the top of his head and sat back down to
finished eating. Sam was talking the two of you through a new case. As you were
talking you felt Dean’s hand grab yours in your lap. He intertwined your
fingers and began rubbing his thumb along your hand. You looked up to try and
meet his gaze but he was completely focused on Sam listening intently so you
simply just squeezed his hand and then went back to listening trying to ignore
the butterflies in your stomach.
“Ok well I’m going to go pack up lets leave no later than 2”
Sam said as he got up, he gave you an encouraging smile as he left and you
understood that he was trying to get you and Dean to talk. You and Dean nodded
but remained seated. Once Sam had left the room you turned to face Dean who was
already looking at you.
“Y/N, I don’t even know where to start… I am so so sorry”
his voice cracked as he spoke and you could tell he was holding back tears, he
placed his face in his hands as he tried to settle himself. You got down on
your knees on the floor in front of him and ran your hands up and down his legs
trying to comfort him. He lifted his face to look at you and you placed your
hands on either side of his face.
“Dean I forgave you even before you did those things. There
is nothing you could do to make me stop loving you. And that wasn’t really you,
you were a demon, I don’t blame you for anything” you said with your forehead
pressed to his.
“But I did do those things, I remember the things I did, I was
cruel and I cheated on you and said horrible things, and used you-“
You cut him off as he spoke, “Dean, I didn’t do anything I didn’t
want to do, you weren’t forcing me to do anything, do you understand?” you said
sternly and he nodded, “it probably wasn’t the healthiest thing to do but there
was no way in hell I was going to leave you no matter what you did, but even as
a demon you never forced anything, I can promise you that everything we did I wanted
too…” you trailed off feeling slightly embarrassed, because you had been very
attracted to demon Dean and you couldn’t really explain what happened. You were
beyond happy to have your Dean back, but you couldn’t deny that there was a
weird connection with the demon version that you were scared he’d judge you
And to your astonishment Dean started laughing. You looked
up at him with a questioning look, “even as a demon I couldn’t scare you away,
god you must really love me” he chuckled and you started to giggle too. Dean
pulled you up into his lap and held you as he laughed and you placed kisses all
over his face.
“Nope nothing will scare me away Dean, I’m yours” you
smiled. Dean pulled you into a tight hug trying to convey all his feelings. You
placed a kiss on his forehead and pulled back to look at him.
“Wanna go get some junk food and lay in bed all day eating
and watching movies”
“Mmm maybe in a few hours baby girl, I want to spend some
time loving on this body of yours first…” he mumbled out between kisses and you
giggled nodding your head. His face turned sad again for a moment and you
looked at him wondering what was going on in his head, “I want to make love to
you baby girl, to make up for how- for how I treated you…”
“Dean-“ you started but he cut you off
“I know you forgive me, I know that you don’t blame me, and
that ya know all that sex was consensual, but I just, I want to love on you, be
sweet with you, and just worship every inch of your body just because I need to
baby” he said his gaze wavering from yours for a second and you understood.
“Ok Dean, I love you”
“I love you” and with that he leaned in and kissed you in a
way you hadn’t been kissed in a while.