Maybe, if I post every time this happens, abled people will stop thinking that this sort of thing is rare.
A while back I was sitting by the restaurant in Ikea and using my phone while I waited for Marvin to buy some things.
I was seated at one of four high-backed chairs arranged around a low coffee table. Across the table from me was a stranger, his young son sat in the chair to the right of me, and his daughter, who was about nine-years-old, sat on the floor at the coffee table. She was colouring and her brother was playing on a DS.
Their father stared at me while pretending he wasn’t. It’s pretty obvious when someone is watching you from eight feet away, though. I didn’t get angry vibes so I wasn’t concerned and just pointedly ignored him while catching Pidgey after Pidgey.
My phone had a semi-transparent, soft plastic case on it. I usually covered it with cute stickers. At that time, it had large words written in sharpie on the back that said, “It’s rude to stare”.
I was absorbed in my game when the stranger across from me laughed suddenly, loudly, and pointed me out to his daughter.
“Her phone says, ‘It’s rude to stare’,” he said.
He chuckled and looked at my face, expecting an explanation.
I stared at him.
He stared back.
“Oh, yeah. People stare at me a lot,” Just like you were, I thought. I waved my phone to show off the words. “So I wrote that on there. So, yeah.”
I went back to my game. Guy chuckled again.
“Really, people stare at you? Why?” He asked.
I looked up from my phone. I stared at him.
He stared back. I raised my eyebrows. He kept waiting for an answer.
I held up the butterfly-printed cane that had been leaning against my legs by way of explanation. “Sometimes I use a walker or wheelchair, too.”
“And people stare?” He pressed.
“Yep,” I said shortly.
“Wow. Well, you know, I think it’s probably because of their own personal fear.”
I seriously bristled at that. The tone was awful, really patronizing.
“Yeah. Seeing disabled people in public is a real shock. We remind people of their own mortality,” I said humourlessly, adding in some sarcastic laughter for good measure. I tried to signal my disinterest by lowering my head and leaning over my phone screen.
“Yeah-” he said, charging full speed ahead like he didn’t even need me for this conversation. He clearly had something to say all prepared.
"And you know, it’s funny. But I used to be scared of- people- people with disabilities,” he said, with a smile and lean-in, touching his fingertips together, making me want to punch his face.
I was in a bit of social shock. I just kept thinking, are you kidding me? This Ikea food court confession is happening right now, huh?
“Not physical disabilities, but mental disabilities.”
He was so smarmy, you guys. When he said that, I think my soul left my body. And I had no idea how to either respond or extricate myself reasonably.
I hesitated, looked from this guy to his children, who were watching the exchange with awkward interest.
“Oh. Uh. Well, I’m autistic, so…” I let my words trail off. To this day I have no idea where that sentence would have gone.
“Oh. Oh! But I mean, you can’t tell,” he turned tomato red. “You’re so well-spoken and- I guess you could say that you have really overcome.”
As he was fumbling, I was giving him an exaggerated but sincerely felt grimace and an unimpressed "ehhh”.
At his pronouncement of my overcoming, I sat up straight and said, loudly and pissed enough that his children started looking worried, “Uh, yikes. No.”
Guy’s daughter looked like she would rather he did anything but continue talking, but that’s what he did. Like any allistic abled white dude worth his salt /s, he powered through, ignoring my obvious and projected displeasure.
“But, I mean. In school, it’s funny, because it ended up that most of my friends were handicapped. I guess I kind of protected them-” His voice took on an artificially soft, sticky quality. It was at this moment that I snapped.
“Okay. I’m going to cut you off there,” I said. I put my hand up. His tomato face spoiled.
“What? Why?” He seemed torn between expressing frustration and wanting to appear kind-hearted and open-minded in front of his children.
“Well. Uh. Ugh,“ I looked at his kids, wondering how harsh or how kind I should be. I hated that he put me in this spot. In that moment I hated him so much.
"Well, you’re saying a lot of stuff that non-disabled people think is nice to hear, but it’s not. It’s just- it’s just not.” I knew it was pointless to try to explain. My words were failing fast. He didn’t really care, anyway.
“I wouldn’t even be able to explain it to you,” I shrugged.
He gaped at me. Now he was angry. This wasn’t going how he had wanted it to.
“I know you’re coming from a good place. But it’s not nice. It’s just not… yeah.” I gripped the handle of my cane in one hand and my phone, Pokémon Go forgotten, in the other. I fought the urge to literally run away. I felt the surreal pressure of my behaviour being one of these kids’ formative disability-related experiences.
“Oh. Uh. Well. Okay. Sorry,” he said, embarrassed, not sorry. “And uh, thanks for saying that,” he said, trying to get me back. I looked away.
“I just-” he started. Even his children looked unhappily surprised that he was trying for that last word.
“I just want to say that you’re great.”
I didn’t look at him. I smiled at his daughter, who smiled back out of habit, more confused than anything. His son looked down at his DS, secondhand embarrassment turning him red too.
“Hmm. Well, your kids seem nice,” I offered breezily.
After that, I moved away from the circle of green chairs and sat in an uncomfortably high stool in the corner. I hid there, head down, my hands shaking very slightly, feeling paranoid. Like I failed. And that my friends, is ableism.
Summery: Theo finally has some fun with his childhood crush
Warnings: Teaseing, 18+ gif under cut
“Hey, you want a ride?” Theo called as he spotted you
walking home alone. “Come on, we live right next door it’s not like it’s out of
He growled to himself when you shyly shook your head and
hurried away. He liked to think he’d moved on from pre-school, but here he was,
feeling like he was back in first grade. Except now you were hot and didn’t
have any building blocks for him to knock over.
He made such an idiot of himself in first grade, tiddling
after you, stealing toys and pulling your pigtails in utter desperation to get
your attention. He would forever be sat on the naughty step watching other kids
play with you, his best friend and neighbour, simply because he’d not wanted to
Theo let his mind run over his most recent daydreams as he
stopped at a red light. There was no doubt in his mind you’d be submissive, the
scent of complains clouded his head every time he passed you in the corridor,
making it hard not to just throw and arm over your shoulder and steer you to an
empty class room.
Description:You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends… and you’re absolutely in love with him; he’s in love too—just not with you.
You were seven years old when you first met Jeon Jungkook,
and it was without question that you absolutely, undeniably, irrefutably, hated him.
You hated his everything, from the way kids in your class
flocked to him like he was some sort of radiant sun, to the way he teased you
in passing, to the way he’d stare at you out of the corner of his eye, but most
of all you hated that stupidly beautiful bunny like grin that never failed to
make your heart skip a beat.
You remembered the first day school started back from winter
break so clearly. The teacher announced that it was time to change assigned
seats. A lot of the kids whined in sadness at having to be ripped away from
their friends, but you on the other hand didn’t really mind the change since
you hadn’t become too close to your desk mate… that is until his name was called.
Your eyes widened as you watched the happy-go-lucky raven
haired boy take the seat next to yours. A frustrated sigh left your lips as you
tried to keep your sights forward and away from the brightly lit grin that was
visible through your peripheral.
You’d first hooked up with him 56 days ago. It was a party. Another one. One you shouldn’t have gone to, just like the 5 before that. The liquor rang strong in your veins and your body shuddered with sexual frustration as you watched him from across the room. He hadn’t noticed you until you made it impossible for him not to. You got real close to where he was sitting on a random couch and danced as seductively as you could. You knew your plan to get his attention worked when you were in the kitchen pouring another drink and he approached you.
“Y/N, right?” He asks, casually leaning back against the counter, which holds the red cup your eyes are still on. You know it’s him and don’t bother to look up- adding to the game.
How BTS would react if there GF tried to be cute but accidentally turning them on
You’re quietly sitting on the couch, Namjoon scrolling on his phone while you read a book. When he leans to take the beer can on the coffee table, you realize that you’re thirsty too. « Can you give me a sip, babe? ». Namjoon doesn’t seems to hear you and puts back the can on the table. « Namu? » Namjoon still doesn’t answer, focused on his phone’ screen. You sigh and hit him softly with your foot : « Yah! » Namjoon finally turns his head towards you as you pout cutely. He raises his eyebrows as you whine : « Namjoon-aaah… I was thirsty… But whatever. » You lean over to grab the beer can while Namjoon apologizes with a low voice. You feel his look that doesn’t leave you for a second and, carrying the can to your mouth, you give him a questioning look. Seeing that he’s deeply staring at your lips, you hold your smile and decides to be even cuter, just to soften him so he will be all over you tonight. But you don’t have time to do anything. Suddenly, Namjoon pulls you against him, his mouth finding yours so wildly it takes your breath away. While his hands goes under your top, you sigh against his mouth : « Why are you so… ». Your words get stuck in your throat when his mouth attacks your neck before whispering to your ear: « I don’t know… You’re turning me on… »
You’ve been drawing for an hour in Taehyung’s bedroom when you see him enter. He comes back from the studio and his tired little smile makes you moan softly. He’s just so cute, his long hair almost covering his eyes. He approaches you and shows the top of your head with his finger : « Why are you wearing this? » You raise your hands and touch the cat-ear headband before bursting out laughing : « Oh ! I put them on just for fun & I forgot to take them off… » Tae gently laughs as you stand up to kiss him softly. As he puts a series of small kisses on your lips, you start to moan very quietly. Tae bites his lip, his fingers clenching the fabric of your shirt : « It sounds like you’re purring… » You giggle, closing your eyes under the softness of his lips that goes down on your neck. You hear his deep voice against your ear : « It’s so cute… ». You smile and lower your hands on his butt, wondering if he would like it if you kept the headband all night…
When you close the door after the delivery boy brought you Chinese food, you start singing Jin’s name. You try to have the most cute & yet seductive voice possible, knowing well that Jin will come out all excited from the shower just at the idea that the food is here. You put the dishes on the table and, when you don’t hear the hurried steps of your man, you start singing « Jiiiiiiiin… » again and continues to sing while preparing the table, lost in the melody you have created. You don’t hear Jin getting closer and lightly jump when you feel his arms wrapping around your waist. He let out his famous « Yaaaah » when the smell of food hits him. You gently giggle and let him kiss your neck. Jin whispers mischievously while kissing you : « Mmh… You… Delicious food… ». His hands goes up on your breasts to press them firmly, making you moan as you drop the towels you held in your hand. Jin’s breath makes you shiver when he adds « Boobs looking tasty as well… I’m such a lucky guy… »
You join Hobi who was sitting in the living room, reading peacefully. Bobby’s last song starts playing when you come in and you can’t hold a little scream of excitement : you love this song. You walk/dance in a ridiculous way, carried away by the rhythm. All the other boys are away so nobody can make fun of you. Of course, Hoseok doesn’t hesitate to burst out laughing when he sees you dancing without embarrassment in front of him but it doesn’t bother you. You love to make him laugh anyway. When the chorus comes, you start singing « Saranghaaaae » by pointing your finger at your man who laughs like an idiot. You beckon him to join you but he nods his head to say no, encouraging you to continue. You pout a little and performs a series of movements supposed to be cute but it doesn’t works on Hobi. He just smiles playfully. Then, he beckons to you to come closer. He makes you sit on his thigh as you wrap your arms around his neck. Still smirking, Hoseok sings the chorus against your lips. « Saranghae … »
You moan when the wonderful taste of the food that Yoongi prepared for you invades your mouth. It’s just delicious. Yoongi looks at you with a smile, obviously glad that you like what he has cooked for you. He puts bigger pieces of beef in your plate but you immediately pout : « No, you need to keep the best ones for you, you just came back from practice, babe… » With a resolute face, you take a piece of beef with your chopsticks and hand it to Yoongi who willingly accepts it. You smile like an idiot as you watch him chew and take another piece of beef that you hand to him again, saying « aaaaaaaah ». It was way cuter than expected. Yoongi watches you eat a few moments with a gummy smile before getting up. You watch him sit next to you with big, surprised eyes and you smile : « You want to eat next to me? » Yoongi stays silent but his smile is no longer innocent and you guess that he has something naughty in mind. He stares at you as you slide your hand on his thigh, going up to his crotch. He’s hard as fuck.
Jimin & you are lost on Youtube, so much that you’re currently watching stupid compilations of the cutest scenes in k-dramas. You laugh at all the scenes, comfortably pressed one against the other on the bed. You suddenly straighten up and get on your knees in front of Jimin who looks at you with a big smile on his face. You start to reproduce all the aegyo you’re capable of just to make your man laugh. Jimin blushes, causing you to chuckle. « Do you like it? » Jimin hides his face with the back of his hand, giggling like an idiot, his hand resting on your thigh. You don’t stop doing aegyo and press your hands on both sides of your breasts, pouting and saying « Mochiiii ». Jimin suddenly turns you over against the mattress, putting himself on top of you. « You’re so cute … » He bites his lip as you giggle, always impressed by your ability to turn him on so quickly. He sinks into your neck, beginning to roll his tongue on your skin, making you moan.
While you’re out shopping, you pull Jungkook’s hand to drag him into a cosmetics shop. He follows you obediently, a sweet smile on his lips. He wanders around the store while you try different lipsticks. When one of them pleases you, you beckon him to come closer to give you his opinion. He hugs you from behind and looks at you through the mirror. « You look super cute ». You pout and retorts « Why do I always end up looking cute when I want to look sexy… ». To illustrate your words, you begin to act cute, doing all the aegyo you’re capable of. « See? ». You sigh, ready to put the lipstick back in place when you feel Jungkook getting closer to your ear. You look at him through the mirror and shiver when his breath runs through your neck : « Do you feel it ? » When he presses himself against you and you feel his hardness, you hold a moan. « Don’t ever say you’re not sexy again… Now buy it and let’s get back home »
(A/N) The moment of truth has finally arrived y’all, Call Boy Jaehyun has joined the party! Hope you enjoy him for the night! ;)
You didn’t trust men anymore, not after having your heart broken over and over by them without batting a lash. Each breakup warped and shaped you into the woman you were now, someone who was broken but strong enough to handle her own…and her men.
You should’ve taken a break from dating, but your mind kept convincing you that the next one would work and that you would be stronger. Each man that you dated slowly changed you, the only consolidation your heart ever felt was when you were breaking a man’s will underneath your six-inch heel. Your friends jokingly called you a man eater, and you didn’t make any attempt to correct them because you knew that’s exactly what you were.
k but whatever you do don’t think about iwa just staring at oikawa and being like “i want to fuck up your hair” and oikawa’s like ??? is this a sex thing or???
but no, iwa just sits down with a bunch of bobby pins and rubber bands and makes oikawa’s hair look utterly ridiculous and he’s fucking giggling the whole time too and oikawa’s just sitting there like ???? what is going on ???? and at the end iwa just stops and stares at him with the goopiest smile
and he’s like, fake sighing and like “i was hoping if you didn’t have all that nice hair you’d finally look as dumb as your personality, but…” and he squishes oikawa’s face into the weirdest face while shaking his head very seriously “… you’re cute whatever i do”
and then he bursts out laughing and kisses oikawa’s nose gently
oikawa is still so bewildered but he’s like “this is the cutest thing that’s ever happened to me” and lets iwa take a picture of him looking like a dipshit with his hair in shambles
BTS Reaction: Wanting cuddles from you after a long day (request)
You were close to a deep sleep when Jin practically busted in through the door.
He took his sweater and shirt off and threw it on the floor as he made his way to the bathroom. Thinking you were asleep, he turned on all the lights in the bathroom, took a shower and loudly brushed his teeth.
He then came out of the bathroom “Y/n… Jagi, you still asleep?”
“Yes.” you groaned, rolling on to your back. “Someone was at war with their teeth in the very bright bathroom so it woke me up.”
“Sorry jagi. I was just frustrated.” he explained as he slid up next to you.
“Just got a lot of shit from everyone today.” he huffed.
“Sorry to hear that. Wanna to talk about it? I’m awake now.” you said with a small chuckle.
“Yeah, but can you cuddle me too? I really just want cuddles right now.” he said nestling up to you.
You were up late, cozy on the couch and catching up with your new favorite drama as you waited for Suga.
You were well into the episode when your tired looking boyfriend walked through the door.
“Hi babe!” you smiled
He dragged himself over to you, not an expression on his face. He stopped right in front of you, blocking the tv.
“Babe, move. I can’t see the tv.”
Without a word he took the remote out of your hand, threw the blanket off you and dropped himself in your arms.
“Aw, babe, you tired?” you cooed.
He didn’t answer, he just rested his head on your chest and placed his feet over yours.
You knew the drill. You threw the blanket over the both of you and began running your fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. Your heart warmed when you saw a slight smile on his face.
“I love you.” he said in a low groan.
“I love you too.” you said softly as you kissed the top of his head.
Despite his words, you stayed up til the late hours of the night until he came home. It wasn’t until 2 am that he finally came back.
“Babe, I told you to not wait up for me.” was the first thing he said when he came through the door and found you on tumblr.
“I know, but just because you are my talents and handsome boyfriend, that doesn’t mean you tell me what to do.”
He came up to you, leaned down, and kissed you. “I’m going to shower” *kiss* “then wash up” *kiss* “and I expect you to be waiting for me in bed because I just had a bad day and I really need your cuddles.”
You cupped his face, seeing all the tired in his eyes. “Aww, baby, I’m sorry you had a bad day, go wash up, don’t worry I’ll be waiting for you.”
You were a bit annoyed by his extra long shower, but at least he looked a bit more relaxed when he stepped out. He made his way next to you, letting you wrap yourself around him.
“So what happened today?” you asked as you began to play with his hair.
“Agh, you know, I accidentally broke an important prop and it set back recording and I got yelled at alot…I just feel like shit.”
“Don’t think about it anymore.” you said softly as you kissed his temple. “Tomorrow is a new day so just forget about how today went”
You traced his jaw and he smiled at the small tickle causing you to poke at his dimples.
“Well, your cuddles are really helping me forget.”
You were in the kitchen late at night, getting your lunch ready for tomorrow. You heard the door open and the familiar rhythm of Hoseok’s bags being dropped by the door.
Without looking up you called out, “Hi Hobi! Finally you are back!”
You heard his steps come into the kitchen and before you knew it, he was hugging you from behind.
“How was your day?” you asked cheerfully.
You didn’t get an answer out of him. Instead, you heard sniffles and felt droplets land on your shoulder.
You looked up and him and saw him crying. Immediately you dropped everything and cupped his face, wiping his tears away. “Baby, what happened?”
He shook his head at you. “I had a really really long day.” he whimpered.
You threw your arms around him and held him tight. “Why don’t we go to bed and watch tv and unwind and just talk about your day?”
He shook his head again. “Cuddle me?” his voice cracked
“Of course.” you cooed. you grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.
“A-and can you massage the sides of m-my head like you always do?”
“Yes baby.” you smiled.
You lay in bed, a bit upset that your boyfriend becuse he wasn’t home when he said he was going to be. You hated to do what you were about to do, but you just wanted to know where he was.With much hesitancy, you gave him a call, scared that you were interrupting their late practice or recording.
After a few dial tones, he picked up. ”Yeah?” He was really tired it was obvious in his voice.
“Hi baby.” you said in an innocent tone
“I was just… wondering when you would be getting home… that’s all.”
“I’m in the elevator… I just started walking down the hall” he said in a huff
“Oh let me get the door!”
“Nah, just stay where you are, I’m already going to open the door.”
He hung up the phone and you soon heard the front door open. You sat up in bed, ready to finally talk to him.
He walked into the room as tired as ever. He couldn’t even put a small smile on his face when he saw you. He crawled into bed, coming right up to you ans putting his head on your lap. “Hi Jagi.” he sighed.
“Taetae, are you tired?”
“Yeah… Long day…” he said with this eyes closed
He looked so cute, his tired face just resting on your lap in peace.
You lightly traced your fingers over his features and ran your fingers through his hair.
“Hmmmmmm” he hummed with a smile. “…Babe?”
He opened his eyes and looked up at you with puppy dog eyes. “Cuddle me? Please?”
He lay down on his side of the bed, you coming up behind him and wrapping your arms and legs around him.
“Tighter?” he asked when he turned around to face you.
You did so, smiling to yourself when he dug his face into your neck and wrapping his arms around you.
You had just washed up when you heard Jimin drop his things by the door.
“Chimchim!: you greeted as you walked up to him and hugged him.
“Hey jagi” he said in a tired voice. He held you loosely and gave you a sad excuse of a kiss.
“Aw, you barely kissed me.” you pouted. “Jimin are you that tired today? You look like a zombie.”
“Y-yeah.” his voice cracked.
“Jimin, what’s wrong?”
“Long day.” he mumbled as he slid his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.
“Yeah? Wannna talk about it?”
He shook his head. “Can we- can we just stay like this for a while?” he asked softly.
“Sure baby.” you hugged him tighter and rubbed his back, hearing him sigh from time to time.
You were up late working on the extra things you didn’t have time to finish in the office. Eventually you finished and you finally noticed the time. “Oh my goodness, 2 am?!?”
Sure it was late, but you weren’t that tired, plus, Jungkook was going to be home any minute.. Like clock work, you heard the front door open and soon he walked into the room.
He saw you, but he didn’t say hi. Instead he just pulled off his shirt, slid down his pants and he jumped into bed.
That was unlike him, he always made it a point to talk to you a bit before he fell asleep.
You didn’t think anything of it, you washed up and then got into bed with him.
He wasn’t asleep but he didn’t crawl up next to you like he always does.
“Kookie, what’s wrong? Why are you so quiet?”
He just shook his head at you.
“Are you mad at me?” you asked hesitantly
For the first time, he looked at you, lazily propping himself up on his elbow, exposing his already messy hair. “What?!? No! It’s just-” he stopped himself, shaking his head again.
“Did you have a long day? A bad day?”
“Yeah,” he sighed.
“My Jungkookie need cuddles!” you declared. You immediately hugged him and peppered his face with kisses.
Instantly you could feel his tension disappear and he even giggled at your kisses. “Aish, you know just how to make me feel better!”
A Bts reaction on their girl losing a bet and what their punishment is....ty in advance ♥
Your family has planned a huge family reunion in a beautiful place in the middle of nature & of course, your boyfriend is invited. This is absolutely no problem for nobody because everyone loves him ! Yes, but when the night falls, it’s simply out of question that you both sleep in the same hotel room. You’re not married, as far as they know ! When you say goodnight to your boyfriend in front of your door, you start laughing by saying that you’re almost sure that he will not handle it and sneak in your bedroom. He’s not sharing the same opinion : You’re the one who will not bear to sleep without him. After arguing for a few minutes, you start the bet : the first one who will join the other has lost & will have to accept any punishment. Your boyfriend laughs and goes to his bedroom, feeling confident after a last kiss that leaves you on your hunger. You close the door, determined to win your bet.
As he’s going to send you a message to tell you that he feels empty without you and without the reassuring warmth of your arms around him, Namjoon hears that someone is knocking at his door. When he opens the door and sees you in the embrasure, looking shameful as fuck, he retains a soft moan from finding you too cute to be true. He lets you in and opens his arms to hug you from behind but your sigh stops him. « So… What’s my punishment ? ». When you turn around and look at him with a horny look, all the sweetness that Namjoon wanted to show you vanishes in the sweet perspective of this punishment. He slowly gets closer to you, his eyes getting dark, a smirk on his plumped lips. You step back, frightened, reinforcing the feeling of total control of Namjoon who finally pushes you against the huge glazed bay window. In just a second, he gets rid of your nightie and throws it across the room. You’re completely naked, shivering less because of the coldness of the window than by his dominating gaze. He turns you violently against the glazed bay window, offering your body to the sight of anyone who would look out of a window overlooking the inner courtyard of the hotel. Shaking, you whisper : « oh my good Namjoon everybody can see us ». Namjoon doesn’t respond but his hot breath against your neck and the rustling sound of fabric means that he’s fully aware of it. Even worse : that’s what he wants. And when he slowly thrusts in you while licking your neck, you realize that this is exactly what you want as well : Let everyone see that you belong to Kim Namjoon.
Taehyung tosses and turns in his bed, unable to find sleep. Even without this stupid bet he would never dare to join you while your family is sleeping in the rooms next door. But as time passes, Tae is increasingly tempted to come and join you. As he puts an huge cushion between his legs and presses it firmly to give himself the illusion of your presence, he heard that someone is knocking at the door. He jumps and rushes to open the door, knowing fully well that it’s you. When you throw yourself on him to kiss him, desperately clinging to him, Tae starts smiling against your mouth, glad to see that you have as much trouble as him to handle the separation. Then, he remembers you promised him he could do anything if you lost. You were so sure of yourself that he didn’t even thought about it, but now that you’re here, he doesn’t even have to think about it. You seem to guess what he has in mind when he sits on his bed, staring at you as he pulls you by the hand. « You know what I want … ». Of course you know, and even if you get anxious every time, it’s a punishment you love. You kneel down and tie your hair. This simple sight already turns Tae on as he gets rid of his boxer. For the next 20 minutes, he fucks your face without mercy, forcing you to go deeper than ever, making you gag and cry, but most importantly making you drown your panties with your own wetness.
Jin put two ice cubes in his glass of water and drink two sips, enjoying the freshness of it. He looks out the window, the wind rustling through the leaves of the trees lighted by the moon. You must surely sleep, now… He misses you so much, but he really wants to behave well in front of your whole family. Nothing is more important than family values, respect to the parents, being well manne… Jin’s thoughts are interrupted by two knocks against his door. He frowns and opens the door to see you rushing inside. You raise your eyes full of remorses towards him, which makes him burst out laughing. He didn’t thought that one of you would loose honestly, but this turnaround pleases him. You don’t dare to look at him but you feel his intense gaze on you. « Take off your clothes & go lay on the bed ». You shiver and do as he says. He asks you to close your eyes, which you do without complain. Jin then takes the bag filled with ice and tries not to chuckle. He sits next to you, leaning on one arm as he takes an ice cube. « Don’t make a sound ». When Jin puts the first ice on your belly button, you jump and violently bite your lip to stop you from screaming. He passes it on your burning skin, going up on your nipples, watching it melt with a speed that turns him more than anything. It’s only when the bag of ice is almost empty, that your shaking body is soaked and that your thighs hurt you from pressing them too tightly under the pressure of your arousal that Seokjin finally gives you what you desire : him.
Hoseok can’t fall asleep as he thinks of you and your sweet hands on him, but he has no intention of losing. First because he doesn’t like losing against you, and because he really respects your family. He’s now lying on the edge of the bed, his feet still on the ground, his arms spread apart on either side of him. But damn he misses you like crazy. Suddenly, he hears your voice behind the door : « Hobi ? ». He stands up with a huge smile that he tries to hide when he tells you to enter. You close the door behind you, ashamed of losing so easily when it’s not even been an hour since you wished him good night. Hobi straightens up and, leaning on his arms, looks at you with all the cockiness he has. He knows that it gets you even more annoyed but he also knows that it turns you on. He doesn’t even have to say anything, you know the punishment. You get closer, lightly raising your nightie and lie down on his lap, perpendicular to him so that your butt is above his crotch. Hoseok bites his lip, lowering your panties, feeling the heat of your belly against him. The spanks slams in the air, your stifled moans immediately coming afterwards. Hoseok spanks you hard then massage the bruise, again and again until your skin is bright red. He knows that it drives you crazy as much as it drives him crazy.
« Yoongi ? Baby ? Open the door… ». Your whispers immediately makes him smile as he gets up to come to you. My God, you seem so disappointed with yourself… Yoongi starts to make fun of you, reminding you that he warned you that you would lose very quickly and that you were going to regret your stupid bet. When you sigh and stick against him, Yoongi holds you tight and strokes your head, gently shaking his head like he was really sorry. Oh, how much you’re gonna regret it… An hour later, indeed, you regret bitterly. Between your thighs, his smirk still on his lips covered with your juices, Yoongi never ceases to get you close to your hight and then stop his magic as soon as you’re about to explode. This little jerk loves it. You hate it as much as you never want it to end. Again and again, his expert tongue makes you feel things that should not even be humanly possible, his fingers rubbing exactly right on your weak spot before he stops. You can’t not even moan in frustration & must remain silent. And don’t count on your lover’s « kindness » : He will make you suffer until you cry, knowing that he can make you cum so hard you’re almost at the verge of fainting.
Jimin rushes to the door as soon as he hears your steps coming closer. He quickly opens the door and drags you inside his bedroom, his arms wrapping around you. He covers your face with kisses, wondering when you were finally going to lose. He was so close to loose, like, really close. He smiles when you start to grumble because you have lost and suddenly he remembers that he can now have whatever he wants from you. He laughs and, his soft look turning into a feverish and teasing look, sits on the bed and pulls out his phone. In front of him, you ask him what he wants. « You always say no… This time, you can’t. Undress for me, babygirl… ». He begins to film you while you undress, at first shyly but quickly you get confident as it turns you on so much to see his eyes eager to see more. Once naked and against him, Jimin films you while you sensually dance on him, already thinking how much he’ll enjoy to be able to touch himself on a video of you when he’s gonna be on tour. He puts his phone on the night table and, once he’s sure that the angle is perfect, makes you climb on him so that you continue your provocative dances, your body shamelessly offered to the camera.
Jungkook knows how much it cost you to cross this long corridor to join him. He knows how much you hate losing as much as he does, and he knows that you’re dying of shame. He knows it, but that doesn’t prevent him from behaving like a real asshole. He lets you in and keeps teasing you, his silly laugh almost making you want to strangle him. You get closer to him, wanting to touch him at all costs (you did not give up the victory just to hear him laughing at you) but Jungkook moves away, singing : « You want my bodyyyy… You want to touch meee…. But ani ani aniiiiiiii… ». You decide that you’re really going to strangle him as you try to take his shirt off. While he lets you do it, you think he’ll finally give up and let you fuck him, but you’ve never been so wrong. Jungkook just wants you to see that body you love so much before he imposes his punishment on you. « I know what you hate the most, babe. ». He sits down on the bed, his hand sliding under his pajama pants, giving you the most provocative look : « You can’t stand it, right ? When I touch myself but you can’t… ». You kneel down at the edge of the bed, conscious that you must accept the punishment but already feeling the pain of seeing him do what you’re craving to do. « Look at me, Y/N… ». Jungkook bites his lip, his hand moving slow under his pajamas pants, hypnotizing you, making you suffer. Your fingers clenches on his thighs as he begins to smile. You can’t beg him but you want to… You’re dying to.
This is 2 months too late but Ima do it anyways. Ima review the wedding fashions at the Naruto & Hinata wedding. Let’s get into it.
Kankuro and Gaara.
The Sand brothers were not great but not terrible.
Kankuro should have taken that thing off head to let his cute full head of brown hair breathe and flourish. As always, he came with his face BEAT! I respect it. These white gloves are interesting but Ima let him cook.
Konohamaru looks ADORABLE! He looks so sharp!
This pink dress is cute on Moegi.
Udon also looks sharp.
Now, Ebisu goofy, cheap ass is another story. Take that thing off your got damn head. I know he balding. Has to be. This jacket silhouette and color palette is all wrong. Green trimming, red pocket square, navy blue, & black??? I wouldn’t have let him into the venue if I was working the door.
Now. *deep sigh* Kiba, sis. This attire is not for an iconic, historical wedding. This dog chain. I am not one to discriminate against a fur trim but you should have just came through with a floor length white mink. Go hard or go home.
Shino. SHINO. I am uncomfortable just looking at him. He looks like he about to shoot up everybody. I’d be by the exit just in case, tbh.
Kurenai is giving me a strong look. Powerful mother figure two piece. She will definitely cuss out anybody who is off the shits on sake.
Choji. Adorable. These suspenders are surprisingly very him.
BIIIITCCCHHHH! TENTEN LOOKS GOODT!!! GIVING LEG!!! AND SOME THIGH! FOR WHO?! FOR EVERYBODY!!! A snack!!! I know people tried their luck & tried to scoop her up and she casually flashed a pastel pink kunai from her titty. The print on her dress is so cute. Omg. These gold cuff bracelets giving me Wonder Woman teas. She did what? That.
Gai and Rock Lee. They look nice. I personally would rather die than to match with anybody else but that’s very them and very on brand.
Shikamaru and Temari.
Shikamaru looks EXCEPTIONAL! GQ ready tbh! I was pleasantly surprised. Suit tailored DOWN!!! Who the fuck put him on to a turtleneck??? Nara clan repped to the fullest! And of course, as always, his ponytail was snatched to the heavens.
Temari. Now, girl. I love you down but this is very basic. Not attrocious but I expected more. That white collared shirt screams 9 to 5 realness.
Sai and Ino.
BEST DRESSED COUPLE!!!
Sai stayed true to his usual color palette but peep the pocket square, it matches all of Ino’s accessories, the bracelets and hair tie. Thoughtful. Cute as shit.
Ino’s fit is not show stopping but she looks very, very cute and that high waisted skirt looks goodt on her. Love the necklace. Bang always perched.
Sakura. I love you girl but this dress didn’t do it for me. This is very similar to Moegi’s dress but you grown. This is a dress you wear to church. You could have gave us some shoulder.
Iruka and Kakashi.
Iruka, work. The drunk older single aunties were getting real spicy with him. Tryna become Naruto’s honorary mama by the end of the night.
Kakashi cleans up nice. I wish he would have snatched that mask off and fucked us ALL UP. Also had all the girls (and dudes) following him around. Kakashi is anti-social but he the Hokage so he scattered shadow clones around the reception so he wouldn’t be rude.
I know Yamato wasn’t seen on the last episode but I don’t give a fuck!!! I won’t accept him babysitting Orochimaru. Anyways….Yamato didn’t disappoint. Go off.
Hiashi and Hanabi.
Hiashi could have came harder as he was the bride’s father. This is a very bleak look.
They had been for at least a week now. Peter was used to the occasional blowup for a night, maybe two, before they got all stupidly sappy with one another again. This was new. Scary.
They avoided each other in the day and screamed at each other in the night when they thought he was asleep. Pops had been sleeping in the spare room for at least six of the seven nights it had been going on for. Dinner time had become a nightmare; Uncle Clint having to swap seats so he was sat in between them and prevent another fight from springing up while they ate.
He didn’t want them to split up. Divorced parents were a pain in the ass, according to the girl who sat next to him in math class. She was always talking about what a hassle it was, moving all her stuff from one house to another every weekend.
And it meant one of them would have to leave. Move out. Get a new life and a new partner and maybe even a new kid-
But Peter really didn’t want to think about that.
Today was the fifth day of Peter coming home to see only one of his parents in the kitchen, where there should usually be two. They tended to hang around, waiting for him in order to ambush him and ask questions about his day. Their latest fad was ‘so how was Wade today?’ or something along those lines, in that stupid sing-song voice that adults always did when they were being dicks.
It had been irritating- but Peter wouldn’t have minded now. If it meant they’d been doing it together, sending stupid smirky grins toward one another or just holding hands at the table rather than looking cold and tired- he wouldn’t have minded at all.
Today it was dad who greeted him. He was sat with a coffee in hand and tablet in the other, idly tapping at the keys and trying to keep his eyes open. Peter knew he hadn’t been sleeping well- it wasn’t exactly hard to tell. And although they never spoke to him about what they did with the avengers, Peter could guess that that had been the trigger for all the stupidity lately.
He didn’t have to be the genius he was in order to figure that out. Pops hadn’t come back from the mission two Fridays ago; they’d hurried him off to hospital instead. And then three days later, once he’d been given the all-clear, dad had brought him home, where they’d proceeded to have a huge argument. Right in front of Peter.
Honestly, he’d just wanted to be able to sit with pops and make sure he was okay- let him stroke his hair and quiet his worries and say how tough he was, that he wouldn’t go down that easy. But instead he’d had to be hurried away by Uncle bruce, who was rolling his eyes and apologizing on behalf of them, saying that he’d be able to talk to his pops soon, but it wasn’t a good time right now.
Peter had scowled, told Uncle Bruce moodily ‘I’m thirteen, not an idiot- I know that’, and then slammed up to his room to wait it out. And, of course, Pops had hobbled up eventually; sitting on the bed with him and assuring him he was okay, he was tough as nails, and he would always, always come home to Peter.
Except he’d been alone. and usually, no matter how mad they were at each other, Pops and Dad had always talked to Peter about this together.
That had been the first warning. From then on, it had seemed things just got progressively worse.
“Hey squirt- how was school?” Dad asked, when Peter dropped his bag and began making his way into the kitchen in order to make himself a bowl of cereal (he was a growing boy, okay, shut up, cereal in the afternoon was perfectly fine, his Uncle Clint did it all the time).
he shrugged. “Eh- it was okay. Boring, as usual; they gave us a test, I aced it, again, as usual,” Peter explained, carefully avoiding the fact that they’d been learning about The Battle of New York in lesson that day. He knew it was a touchy subject for his dad, and he didn’t want to risk upsetting him.
Dad raised an eyebrow, taking a sip from his coffee and watching Peter with a look on his face. Peter just sighed. He knew what was coming.
“So how was Waaade?”
He sighed. “Ugh, Wade was fine, he smiled at me while i passed on the corridors today and that was literally all that happened. I honestly don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this, he called me cute once-”
“Once is enough,” his dad shrugged bemusedly, poking Peter in the side as he walked around the table to sit next to him and get to work on his snack.
“That is not a snack, Peter,” dad said, because unfortunately he was good at reading Peter’s mind like that. “That’s like, a full meal. We’re having dinner in an hour, are you serious-”
“School is hard work,” Peter complained, flopping on to the stool and leaning on his dad’s shoulder theatrically, “It drains me of energy that I need to replenish with Lucky Charms.”
“Natasha will blow her top if she sees you eating that- it’s her turn to cook tonight. And if she chooses to murder you for eating beforehand, then there isn’t much I can do. I know you’re my son, but the whole parent-bond thing only goes so far-”
Peter bumped him on the shoulder and he laughed quietly. It was nice to see the tension ease off his face a little.
Of course, then everything went wrong again.
“Hey Peter, didn’t know you’d be back so ear- oh,” his Pops said, entering the room and faltering when he saw Dad already sat at the table.
There was an awkward pause. Peter guessed they must have got the days wrong for which one of them was going to go and talk to him about his school day. That tended to happen when they didn’t actually speak to one another and acted like they were Peter’s Goddamn age.
Pops managed to collect himself, though- walking forward and smiling as he reached out to squeeze Peter’s shoulder, before heading to the cupboards and grabbing a mug. “You had a good day today?”
Peter shrugged, wishing it didn’t feel as tense as it did. Why the hell did parents have to argue anyway? It was stupid. They were being stupid, and Peter just wanted them to kiss and make up already- because that’s what they did, that’s what they always did, right? This wasn’t going to last, it couldn’t- Peter didn’t want to have two homes, he didn’t want Dad to marry someone else or Pops to have different kids-
It was only then that he realised Dad and Pops had moved, resting a hand on each shoulder while he leaned forward on to the table and hid his crumpled face in the crook of his arms.
“Peter! Hey, baby, what’s happened, did something go down at school-”
“Do we need to go in, because we’ll go in, okay- whatever’s wrong, we’ll sort it out. Are you being bullied?”
“Did someone hurt you?”
“Did you have an argument with your friends?”
“IT’S YOU TWO!” Peter yelled, jerking upward again and throwing his hands in the air. “God, this is the first time you’ve been this close to each other in ages! I haven’t seen you look each other in the eye when you’re around one another except to argue! Why the hell are you both being so stupid? I don’t…I don’t want you to get divorced! But you will and then you’ll both find stupid new people and have stupid new lives and leave me behind and we won’t be a family any more and I don’t want that so just STOP FIGHTING!”
He didn’t stop to listen to whatever stupid crap they tried to throw at him; instead kicking the chair he was sat on over and storming out of the room angrily, ignoring their calls and running up into his room before they could bother him.
author’s note: guys thank you so much for all the support on my first head cannon :( here’s more shit i couldn’t stop thinking about the past couple days so i hope you enjoy it! (sorry it turned out so long again)
here we go okay so lets say the first time tom held your hand was on your first date
he was nervous
LIKE SUPER NERVOUS
i’m talking about so nervous his hands were sweaty and shaky and he couldn’t stop wiping them on his jeans
you were so nervous too kfjdkfjdf
your first date with him was at his apartment because he wanted to cook for you
he thought it was a cute thing to do and he low-key really wanted to impress you
because he knew you liked simple, romantic things like that and not extravagant over the top pricey dates
ok so you were sitting on the counter top with your legs dangling off the edge
swinging them back and forth
tom was so distracted by you because you looked so cute
he literally couldn’t stop staring at you
that’s why he accidentally placed his hand on the stove and BURNED HIMSELF
once you heard that, you jumped off the counter and ran over to him
he was shaking his hand back and forth, trying to air out the burn
not only that but he was shaking his head because he just did something so stupid in front of you
when all he wanted to do was impress you
you could tell he was so upset by the look on his face
and plus his hand was all red from the burn
so YOU COULDN’T HELP BUT GRAB HIS HAND AND KISS IT
HIS JAW DROPPEDDDDDDDD AND HE GOT SO MANY TINGLES
as if he hadn’t felt enough tingles from the stupid burn
but this tingle was from you and your sweet little kiss so it was different
his eyes light up and he just stared at you
you could tell he was a bit happier so you kissed his hand again
he shook his head and laughed a little, so you were like
“nothing, i jus-i just wanted to do that first”
you stared at him a little confused
he sighed and said,
“i wanted to do that first, ya know hold your hand but i’ve just been so nervous because you look so cute and i really want to impress you but instead i do this and ruin it all and i don’t know y/n… i just really really wanted to hold your-
you let go of his hand
he INSTANTLY grabbed it again
you smiled and said, “looks like you’re holding it”
he swore he fell in love with you at that moment
that was also when you guys had your first kiss and became official
ANYWAYS after that date you two couldn’t stop holding hands
lets talk about the most simple way being when you two were walking
As soon as they get out of the car, Dean wonders why the hell they thought this would be a good idea. Maybe he’d known from the beginning that this was crazy but he just didn’t want to admit it to himself. It was the price he had to pay for bragging about having a date to Benny and pretty much everyone in his birthplace. He’d ended up begging Castiel to pretend to be his boyfriend- some people already mistook them for a couple anyways, so he thought it wouldn’t be too hard. Now he feels like he might have been wrong.
“Maybe we should just leave.” He says as he stands beside Castiel. “I’m sorry for dragging you into all this.” Dean stares at the festival lights spread all through the large trees in the backyard and feels his hands shaking a little. “Or I’ll just tell everyone that I-”
“Dean,” Castiel says and looks at him thoughtfully. “I told you it’s alright. It will be fine, trust me.” He holds out his hand to him, nodding at the field with tables and many people. “Let’s go.”
I’m so addicted to all the things you do When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me… From Addicted by Saving Abel
The twisted knot in your stomach let you know that this was a bad idea. You didn’t know what had gotten into you, but knew that you would sure as hell be paying the price for being stubborn. All the confidence you had in the motel was gone as you stared at the bar from the car window. Dean had already exited and was heading inside, but turned around when he noticed a lack of your presence. You jumped when he knocked on the window and you whipped your head up to glare at him.
“What?” You snapped. Your voice muffled by the window. Dean looked at you softly as he reached for the door handle. You frowned when he did but made no effort to stop him. When he had it opened, he reached out his hand for you to take. Swallowing all your doubts, you took his hand into yours and allowed him to lead you into the bar.
You yanked on your skirt as all the eyes in the bar seemed to be on you.
Making sure to press yourself closer to Dean when you walked past a group of leering men. You didn’t notice the murderous look Dean was sending their way when they catcalled you. Your nose wrinkled but you chose to ignore them. Dean on the other hand was now turning about face and you had to reach out to snatch his jacket sleeve.
“Dean. They’re not worth your time.” You hissed as you pulled his arm.
Dean shot the men another death glare before he let you lead him over to the bar. The old man bartender grunted when he saw the pair of you and grabbed two beers without waiting for you to order. You smiled and thanked him before he turned away from you. Yanking your skirt down, you climbed into the barstool.
Dean was eyeing you before he sat down. He had to swallow a moan when your skirt rode up to reveal your garter belt. Flashes of pure perversion ran through his mind as he imagined your legs over his shoulder as he pounded into you. You turned to look at him when you felt his eyes on you. Turning on your best smile, you reached over and grabbed his hand from the bar.
“Dean, we should play some pool.” You offered as you gave his hand a squeeze.
He nodded as he took a swig of his beer. His eyes never left your thighs and you smiled in triumph.
This was working. You weren’t sure if you would be able to go much further with your charade. On the inside, you were quaking with nerves. You had been on a high the last few days and couldn’t explain your own feelings. It was like you wanted Dean to give you this kind of attention. When it had first occurred to you that he was attracted to you, it had come as a complete shock. Dean had never even once flirted with you and now you were in the world’s smallest skirt begging him to flirt. The head rush from having Dean’s attention was almost too much.
Chugging your beer for confidence, you snagged Dean by the arm and pulled him towards the pool tables. Dean followed you eagerly as his eyes glued to the sway in your hips.
You frowned when you noticed that all the pool tables were taken. You knew Dean would be headed back to Kansas soon and you wanted to have some fun before he left. Though you weren’t sure about that kind of fun.
“Damn. I really wanted to get in a couple of games. I feel like we’ve gotten away from just having fun together as friends. Too much of this silly flirting nonsense.” You sighed.
Dean eyes darted to yours with the sound of disappointment in your voice. Your lower lip was pooched out and your arms crossed. You looked like a pouting toddler.
“God damn it, Y/N. Do you always have to be so damn cute?” He said with a chuckle.
You cocked your head so you could look at him. That smirk he had been carrying for days was back. You also noticed the word cute kept coming up with him. Everything you seemed to do was cute to him.
You had always hated that word. You were a grown ass woman. Women weren’t cute. They were sexy. As you watched a couple leave a pool table, an evil idea stuck you right to the core. With the quick click clacking of your boots, you scurried over to the table in order to lay claim to it. Dean smiled as you seemed to dance with excitement as you grabbed the triangle to wrack up the ball. He grabbed a pool cue as you finished up.
“So… I thought we’d make this interesting. If you’re up for a bet that is.” You quipped as you grabbed your own pool cue. Dean’s eyebrows shot up as your words peeked his interest.
“What are the terms?” He asked as he sized you up. He had played a few games with you before and he knew he was in for a challenge.
“ Simple. If I win then you stay a few more days and we hang out as friends. If you win then you get to take my virginity.” You said nonchalantly.
Dean had taken a drink if his beer as you spoke. The beer spewed from his mouth as he began to choke.
“What don’t like the terms of the bet?” You cooed with a smirk.
Dean cleared his throat before he shook his head no.
“No. Hell no. I fucking love the terms… It’s just are you sure about that?”
“Well Dean remember when you said you were the only one that should have that privilege? Well I agree…”. You mumbled as your cheeks tinted pink.
Dean shifted on his feet to keep from launching himself towards you. Holy shit! He just wanted to shove that little skirt up and bury himself inside your tight pussy. He shuddered at the thoughts of being able to take you to a place no other man had ever and would ever take you. The fuck if he was ever letting you go after that.
In the meantime, you were looking like the cat who ate the canary. You had hoped that Dean would like the terms of the bet. Though, you had only played a few times before, it was enough to know that you were a better player. Your dad had you hustling pool since you were four and many a hunter had fallen victim to you.
When you won, Dean would have to stay and all this silly flirting would come to an end. You weren’t going to lose your friend to some silly flirting war, but first you were going to show him just how sexy you could be. It was only fair since he had humiliated you in this same bar. You clicked your tongue as you sized up the different angles and any possible combo shots you might have to take.
You smiled when you lined up the perfect shot and bent over the table to take it. An unexpected breeze made your eyes widen. You turned your head slightly and squeaked quietly when you found that the pool cue had caught in your skirt.
You were both glad and mortified that Dean was standing behind you. Knowing that he was getting a free show made you cringe, but also inwardly grin as it would help further your cause. Your body flushed pink when Dean let out the most sexual groan.
Dean nearly lost it when your skirt lifted all the was up to reveal those pretty satin panties of yours. The little squeal from you had let him know that you hadn’t done it on purpose, but he couldn’t help but stare your plump rear. Though being a gentlemen, he quickly made his way over to help you with your skirt.
His hand reached out to tug the fabric free but not before smoothing up your thigh. You let out another squeak and shivered as his had stop right under the swell of your rear. Sighing in relief when his hands finally left your skin, as the fabric from your skirt tickled your thighs once again.
“Uhh… Heh. Thanks.” You said with a nervous giggle. You wanted to seem sexy, but all you were doing right now was making yourself look like the dork you were. Dean smiled broadly at you before backing away to allow you to take the first shot.
You were surprised when Dean gently grabbed the pool cue from your hand and you turned to look at him. You couldn’t help but notice that Dean wasn’t looking at you but rather to the side of you. Your eyes followed his gaze and your heart rate sped up when you found that group of men from earlier. They were leering your way and you could actually feel Dean tense up.
Then, before you could say a word, Dean had stormed off towards them with pool cue in hand. You called after him but he ignored your pleas for him to come back.
“What the fuck did you just say?” He barked to one of the men. The man sat at a nearby table with five other guys who looked like they had walked straight out of the movie Deliverance.
“I said why did you stop the show? It’s obvious your little whore wants us to watch.” He said with a sneer.
His words rattled their way through you. The anger that flooded through your veins was poison to the mood between you and Dean. By that time, Dean had shot the man a warning to such is ‘fucking pie hole’ or he would be swallowing his teeth. You stomped over to the group with a look that would scare the pants off of Lucifer himself. Dean gripped the cue even tighter when the man eye fucked you through your clothes.
“What the fuck did you just say about me?” You hissed. Dean had turned to look at you in surprise, but smiled when he realized just who the hell you were.
“I said, You’re a little whore that wants us to watch.” He sneered in response. Dean had enough at this point and let out a dangerous chuckle.
“You might want to take that back before I shove this pool cue up your ass.” He said with a dark smirk. You watched as the group of men shifted under the sudden tension in the air. A tension that hadn’t gone unnoticed by the bartender. He had reached under the bar and brought out a shotgun.
“That’s enough of that shit, Wilson. I think it’s time you and your boys to pack it up for the night.” The old man bartender warned. The man he called Wilson threw up his hands before speaking.
“Alright. Alright. Just having a little fun. We’ll be going. Come on boys.” He said before motioning for the men to follow. They all bounced up like train monkeys as they slid by you with smirks. Dean pulled you closer as they passed and you leaned into him. As Wilson moved passed, he grabbed your arm before either you or Dean could react.
“We’ll be seeing you around, sweetcheeks” He said said with a wink. Your nose wrinkled in disgusted as you tried to yank away from him.
“Let her go.” Dean grounded out. The warning that sounded from him was raw and wild. It made your whole body tense as the man’s grip on your arm tighten.
“If you don’t let her the fuck go right now. I promise the only way you’re getting out of here is in a body bag.” He said as his own went to grab Wilson’s wrist. Wilson’s eyes widen in surprise when Dean’s grip sent a resounding pain through his arm.
Letting you go quickly, Wilson turned to scurry away only to find that he was still trapped there. Dean’s vise grip on the man’s arm tighten before he breathed him a finally warning.
“Touch my girl again and I’ll rip every appendage you have off your body and make you eat it.” He growled to the man. Wilson visibly flinched under the threat while you flinched for another reason.
Did Dean Winchester just call you his girl?!
AN: :D Hope you enjoyed the update. Please let me know what you think and I’ll be back Friday with a new chapter. I’m really hoping Dean isn’t out of character in this story. :( Just a bit of an insecurity.
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Imagine! Meant to post last night, but got tired and fell asleep before editing.
You are staring at yourself in the mirror, trying to see what Shawn sees in you. You honestly have no idea what he sees.
He always says you’re beautiful, stunning, that you take his breath away. But you just can’t see it.
All you can see is your double chin, your puffy cheeks, wide hips, flat ass, thick thighs, flabby belly.
The longer you stare, the worse you look.
God this is what Shawn sees.
“Hey Babe.” He says walking to your room. “Ready for our run?” He asks.
You look over at him with a weak smile.
“Babe are you okay?” He asks walking over to you, resting the back of his hand to your forehead.
“What? I’m fine.” You push his hand away.
“You’re all sweaty, and flushed. are you feeling okay?”
“Yes Shawn I’m fine.” You giggle.
Lately you and Shawn have been going on a daily runs, but he doesn’t know that you go on two daily runs. You go for about two miles and then meet up with him, running another two with him, and sometimes you run another one.
Just to burn those calories.
“But.” He starts.
“I’m fine.” You say walking past him, grabbing your water bottle.
He lets it go, but keeps a close watch on you.
He catches you again, later that day, staring at yourself in the mirror.
“Can’t stop looking at it either?” He says with a smirk. Your eyes go wide and you push his hands away as he tries to hug you from behind. He doesn’t quite catch your attitude until he goes to grab you again and this time you completely move away from him.
“Hey.” He says following you.
“What Shawn?” You snap. He takes a step back, barely, and stares at you.
“Whats wrong?” He asks, gaze softening.
“I just don’t want you to touch me okay.” You say frustrated.
“Okay,” He says putting his hands up in surrender.
“I have to go get ready for dinner.” You say going to your closet, resting your head in your hands.
“Should we match tonight?” He asks following you, watching as you rub your eyes with the heel of your hand. “Baby?” He asks softly. “Tell me whats wrong.”
“Just drop it.” You say looking up at him. He just stares at you. You take a breath and look at his side of the closet. “What are you gonna wear?”
“Oh um,” He looks over and shrugs. “I don’t know, what should I wear?” He says walking a bit closer to you, slowly.
“I don’t know Shawn.” You sigh.
“I know, we’ll pick a color. Then I’ll pick your dress and you can pick my outfit out. Cute right?” He says, honestly it sounded like a lot of fun so you nodded, smiling.
“Dark or light?”
“Ok, you pick mine, and I’ll pick yours.” He says smiling. Instead of looking at your side he simply walked out of the room.
“Shawn? Where are you going?” You ask, looking through his shirts.
“To pick yours out, I’ll be back.” He says, and you hear him grab his keys and then walk out.
“Oh god.” You mumble.
“Go get dressed Babe.” He said handing you a black bag.
“Here’s yours.” You say handing him a pile of clothes you’ve folded nicely.
“This is really exciting.” He says as you start to walk away.
You go to your room and close the door, sneaking a peak into the bag. You pull out the most amazing dark blue dress. It’s shiny and goes to about mid thigh. It’s cute and shows off some cleavage.
But under the dress was another bag. A pink and black bag.
“Oh my god.” You mumble as you pull the Victoria Secret bag out.
He got you a matching set of dark blue lace underwear and panties. They were pretty cute, and when you put them on, because well it was apart of his choosing, they made you feel so confident. And made you feel sexy as hell.
You slipped the dress on and smiled at yourself in the mirror.
When was the last time I smiled looking in the mirror.
“Shawn?” You call out.
“Straight, curled or up in a ponytail type of hair style.” Even though you knew the answer.
“Curled.” He yelled back.
You smiled and turned your curling iron on.
You opened the door and looked down, seeing a pair of heels that matched your dress.
You smiled to yourself and slipped into the heels.
You walked out to the front, heels clicking on the hard wood. Shawn stood up from his spot on the couch. Putting his phone in his back pocket.
“Jesus.” He breathed out as he looked at you.
“Yeah?” You asked.
“Twirl.” He says motioning for you to twirl with his right index finger.You did as told and twirled.
“Holy fuck.” He mumbled, tugging at his curls.
“I like that shirt.” You said pointing at him.
“Yeah?” He said twirling, making you giggle.
“Yeah, shows off those badass tats.” You say as he comes closer.
“You do know this is a business dinner right?”
“Why get tattoo’s if your just gonna cover them, that’s just teasing.” You say as he smiles at you.
“Um you didn’t give me a pair of boxers, so I went commando.” He says grinning.
“You didn’t.” You say, deadpanning.
“Wanna check?” He teases.
“Kind of, yeah?” You laugh. He gulps.
“What do you think of your outfit?” He changes the subject.
“I love it, baby you didn’t have to go out and buy me it.” You say walking into his embrace.
“I gotta spoil my girl.”
“Yeah but with a new dress, shoes, and a new set?” You say smirking.
“Well, the dress and shoes were for you. The set? That my dear is for me.”
“Thought so.” You giggle.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
This dinner is extremely boring for you. You have no idea what they are talking about because you zoned out about 20 minutes ago, and whenever Shawn looks at you you just smile at him.
“I have to go to the bathroom, Y/n? Join me?” One of the other girlfriends, Nicole offers. You smile and nod.
You get up and can feel Shawn’s gaze burning on you.
You both enter the bathroom and she goes straight for the sink.
“God I hate these dinners, their so boring.” She says washing her hands.
“Yeah, usually I just zone out. Making lists about what I need to do the next day in my head.” You confess.
“Smart.” She says smiling at you in the mirror.
Somehow the topic comes around to food, and she’s talking about what you ordered.
“Don’t you think it was a bit much?”
“Oh the price?” You ask, because you planned on covering for yourself.
“No, not the price, lord knows these boys can handle a meal of that price. I mean the amount. It’s a bit much, I mean look at you. You gotta stop eating so much.” She says eyeing your stomach.
You stopped in your tracks. Completely taking back by what she just said.
“Well come on dear, its the truth and we all know it.” She says. “Shawn ain’t gonna see you as a beautiful woman if you keep gaining.”
You were appalled. You had actually thought that you were losing some weight.
“Um.” You didn’t know how to respond.
“Don’t take offense honey, it’s life. Some are rounder than others.” She shrugged walking out of the bathroom.
And just like that, the good mood Shawn got you into was gone. With a 30 second conversation about your meal. All those thoughts that were in your head all morning and afternoon were now screaming at you.
You exit, not looking at yourself, and take your seat next to Shawn. Your meal had been delivered and you noticed Nicole look at you with a frown.
You were starving, but she was right. How could you eat like this and expect to lose weight.
So you discreetly picked at your food, not eating really anything. Shawn noticed, letting his hand rest on your thigh before you pushed it off.
“Hey.” He whispered in your ear, so no one else would hear.
“Not now.” You barely met his gaze.
“Are we back to this?” He said trying to get your attention.
“Don’t Shawn.” You sneered.
He huffed and ordered you a box even though you told him it was okay. But you secretly thanked him because that was an expensive meal that you didn’t eat.
“Care to explain what’s wrong yet?” He asked once the car doors were closed.
“Please Shawn, not right now.” You sighed.
“No, I thought I broke this. I thought I got you feeling better.” He said staring at you fiercely.
“You did.” You whispered.
“Y/n tell me what is wrong? You are killing me here, I know something is up and you wont tell me. I thought we didn’t keep things from each other.”
“We don’t” You defended turning to look at him.
“Then tell me whats wrong.” He whispered, he looked so distraught. It’s now you realized how worried and concerned he is.
Just tell him.
“I just,” You start. “I just am having some body image issues.”
“What?” He says in shock, not the answer he was expecting.
“I have been feeling bad about myself lately and it was really bad this morning. It was practically gone when I put this outfit on, but Nicole.” You stopped yourself.
“What did Nicole do?”
“She pretty much told me that you would no longer wanna be with me if I gained any more weight.”
“WHAT?” He said becoming angry. “That’s fucking ridiculous.”
“No it’s not Shawn, she’s right. I’m a fat piece of shit.” You say, shaking your head.
“HEY!” He shouted at you. Shocking you. “Don’t you EVER speak about MY girlfriend like that.” He warned you.
“Shawn.” You sighed.
“No, listen to me. That hurts my feelings. I love you and you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your fucking curves kill me, I can barely keep my hands off of you. I’m not liking this ‘push Shawn’s hands away’ thing. You’re mine and I’m gonna hold you when I want to. You are beautiful, stunning, funny, a smart ass, smart, caring, compassionate, and most importantly mine.”
“Really?” You ask, tearful.
“Come here.” He say pulling you over the console, sitting you on his lap.
“Jesus, do you know how bad you’re killing me in this dress.” He says running his hands up and down your thighs.
“No.” You mumble.
“Let’s just say, I had no idea what we were talking about at dinner because all I could think about was getting you home.” He smirks. “That dress is beautiful, but I’d rather see what you look like without it on.”
You laugh and lightly smack his chest.
“No, you think you look fat. Ha, babe you are not fat. You aren’t even close to being fat. Like miles away from being fat.”
“But this afternoon you said ‘You staring at it to?’”
“Yeah, how beautiful you are. I know that I can’t stop staring at it.”
You smile and lean your head against his shoulder.
“No yeah, that makes sense.” You mumble.
“What did you think I meant?”
“Stop, you’re killing me here.” He says making you look at him.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.” He says tucking a curl behind your ear.
“Take me home.” You say crawling back to your seat.
“It’s about fucking time, I’ve been waiting all night to take you home.”
And just like that, everything Nicole had said vanished from your mind. All that mattered was what Shawn said.