Warnings: Objectification of reader (sorta - he means well), Implied smut, smut, Dry Humping, Oral (69), unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it), training kink (is that a thing?), rough(ish) sex, NSFW gifs under the cut.
Word Count: 3500ish
A/N: This is me proving to myself I still remember how to smut. I haven’t written anything smutty for the longest of times and I have been feeling like it lately. It was harder than I thought getting back into the saddle though. Sorry if it is a bit rough - pun not intended.
It is somewhat inspired by the Ed Sheeran song Shape of You - and maybe a little by the video too.
“Fuck,” she breathed out, instantly drawing Jensen’s attention. He was sprawled out his couch, waiting for Y/N to return to his side. It was movie night and she hadn’t bothered leaving the room to take the phone call. Jensen never eaves dropped and even if he was to overhear something it wouldn’t matter. There was nothing to two of them hid from each other. Literally nothing.
They had both been single for a while and some drunken night they had come to the conclusion, that helping each other blow off some steam when either of them needed it was much prefered from picking up some random dude or chick at a bar.
“If you want I am game,” Jensen teased her, throwing her his best Dean smirk, making her eyes roll so hard he was sure Jared would hear it across the hall from Jensen’s apartment.
“It’s not funny, Jensen! They offered me the part. I’m gonna be Wonder Woman,” she complained, making Jensen shoot from the couch and wrap her in his arms, spinning her around the air not caring one bit about her objection.
“That’s amazing Y/N/N,” he laughed putting her down but not releasing her from his hold, “what are you so worried about?” Jensen gently stroked her hair away from her face, studying her face and trying to figure out why she wasn’t over the moon about this. She had a tendency to overthink things. He knew that. He literally spent 2 hours on the floor of her bedroom leaning against her bathroom door trying to talk her out after the first night they had slept together.
Single parent fics are one of my BIGGEST weaknesses. I’ve read all these fics and they’re wonderful! If there’s a fic you love that’s not on this list please let me know so I can read it and include it in the next single parent fic rec I make!
All Louis really cares about is his skateboard, tattoos, football, and his family. He has a job that he (mostly) loves and a (small) handful of good friends, and at 24 he is pretty content with his life… until he nearly crashes into a boy with wild curls and cratered dimples, he begins to think maybe he’s been missing something he never knew was missing. That missing piece is apparently big enough for two.
[Or the one where punk Louis likes to think he’s not clumsy, but he suspects he’ll have to accept it when he falls face first into a relationship with a head full of curls and his tiny human.]
“You know, when I pegged you for a druglord, I wasn’t exactly challenging you to make me believe that you actually are one. What is this place?” Louis says after he swallows over the mild panic that’s building up in his throat over the fact that he’s literally sitting in front of the cause of his teenage sexuality crisis.
or, the famous/nonfamous kid!fic AU wherein harry and louis have to host a school Christmas party and harry isn’t actually a drug lord.
“Seb?!” you called out as you walked through the front door. You waited for a minute, listening for a reply, but you never got one. You leaned back against the door and ran your fingers through your hair, upset. You had walked into an empty house once again. You sighed, sat your bag down on the table and walked into the kitchen to get a drink. You opened the cabinet door and closed your eyes when you saw all your alcohol was gone. Sebastian must be in a bad mood. You closed them and grabbed a Coke out of the fridge, kicking your shoes off and letting them fly in whatever direction.
“You are cordially invited to go fuck yourself.” Prompt with either Bellamy or Murphy (A/N: With Bellamy)
Word Count: 1,336
something about that boy, something about the way he walked and acted that made
you want to scream. He was so confident and thought so highly of himself. He
was so…so…smug. Usually, you could
ignore it and move about your everyday business without too much annoyance, but
today…today was different. You had gone to bed in a bad mood, woken up in an
even worse one, and now here you were- doing a job you didn’t really care for with
people you didn’t really care for.
the thing though. You really did care about all these people, but just felt so
out of place. The minute you all got to earth was the minute you tried to do
everything you could to get away from the 100 and explore. You joined the
hunting group, which was a fun job until you almost died from a poisoned arrow.
After the accident, Bellamy wouldn’t let you go hunt anymore, so you did what
you could around the perimeter of the fence. Bellamy had always tried to make
you feel like you belonged, and you did when it was just you, him, and Octavia
in a tiny bedroom built for two. The earth changed all of it for you and that
wasn’t such a big deal, it was just what it was.
wasn’t just “what it was”. It was your birthday- a day you never really cared
for but Bellamy loved to celebrate for some weird reason. He always threw you
birthday parties and snuck you presents he had stolen. One time on the Ark when
rations were dangerously low, Bellamy had stolen enough ingredients from the
kitchen to make a single cupcake and a makeshift candle. You had never felt so
much love radiate off a person and have never felt that much love for someone
It has been
weeks since you have had a decent conversation with Bellamy. You were sure he
had forgotten your birthday. He barely glanced in your direction at breakfast
and didn’t bother walking with you to your posts outside the gates, which was
something he used to do. That was a trait you missed very much. God, that boy-
with his perfect hair and perfect smile and freckles and perfect everything.
Bellamy didn’t seem to want anything to do with you today, your best friends
John and Clarke were throwing you a party. It was going to be a small gathering
with some decent food, some music, and some of Monty’s famous moonshine. It was
supposed to be a surprise but you found John and Monty whispering about
details, and being the noisy person you are, you wouldn’t stop asking until
they answered you.
had passed and you were getting more excited as the party neared. Nothing
exciting was going on outside the gates today, so you were leaning against the
fence playing tic-tac-toe in the dirt with Harper. You threw your stick down as
you won for the third time in a row when Bellamy walked up to you and Harper.
you can go on break if you want.” He said in his deep, raspy voice. She nodded
and walked back into the camp, probably to get some food. He placed himself in
Harper’s spot against the fence.
you doing here? You don’t usually give breaks.” You asked, hoping it didn’t
come out as pissed as you felt.
to talk to you.” He replied as he stared at the side eye you were giving him.
You gestured vaguely in the air as to say ‘and?’
your birthday,” he paused, “So happy birthday.”
“Wow so you
do remember. I thought you either forgot that was today or just forgot me in
general.” You sarcastically snapped.
not fair. You know how busy I’ve been-”
“That didn’t stop you on the Ark, Bellamy. You had a lot of responsibilities up
continued, “You didn’t even invite me to your party tonight.”
crouched on the ground, digging your stick into the ground where you and Harper
had been playing. However, now you were standing, facing your beautiful best
friend (ex-best friend?).
know whether you wanted to kiss him or yell at him. You went with the latter. “Oh
that’s because you’ve been cordially invited to go fuck yourself.”
You stomped away, leaving your
post. He was so irritating and selfish to think you would ask him to join you
on the only day you ever felt special. He’s done nothing but make you feel like
shit the whole time you’ve been on Earth, and here he was making today about
him. You headed to the engineering tent to hang out with Raven, and didn’t
leave until it was time to get ready for your party.
The party consisted of Clarke, Monty, Jasper, Raven, Harper,
Miller, Octavia, Murphy, and you. Kane and Abby joined for the dinner portion
and then left so the partying could begin. You were on your third cup of
moonshine and fruit juice mix when he showed up. You were facing the fire,
laughing with Murphy about some sarcastic comment he made. You were dangerously
close to kissing him too, as Monty’s moonshine brought out the side of you that
made you want to make out with everyone.
Bellamy tapped your arm and you
turned to face him. “I’m not leaving here Bellamy Blake. I am having fun and
you are not going to take that away from me.” You grabbed Murphy’s arm and
draped it over your shoulder for dramatic effect.
He laughed, “I’m not here to take
away your fun. I just wanna talk.”
You took a swig of your drink and
sighed, “Ugh, fine. Help me up.”
Bellamy took your hand and pulled
you to a standing position. He put his arm around your waist and lead you to a
bench just far enough that the others couldn’t hear your conversation. You
downed your drink and turned to him.
“Wh-what do you want Bellamy?” You
asked as you tilted your head back to lean against the tree behind you. You had
definitely drunk more than you should have, but damn did you feel like you
“I’m sorry about earlier. You’re
right, I’ve been neglecting you. You’re my best friend and I failed you.” He
said with such sincerity that you wished you hadn’t had all those drinks so you
could have an actual conversation with him.
But drunk Y/n came out instead,
struggling to speak coherently. “You are very right my friend but you know
what, it’s okay because you’re cute. I’m mad at you because you’re cute and my friend
and I love you. I wish we were back on the Ark sometimes. I mean, despite a
sister that you couldn’t tell anyone about, life was so much easier up there.”
“I agree.” He said with a smile.
“I know things have been hard on
you but you know what? You handle all of this…shit better than anyone else, so I forgive you for forgetting me
for that reason alone.”
He laughed happily. “I just hope
Sober Y/n feels the same way. How about we get you to bed?”
“If you want.”
“As long as you’re the big spoon I
don’t care where we go.”
He wrapped his arm around your
waist again and coaxed you to his tent. He handed you one of his clean shirts
to put on instead of your alcohol stained one. You took the shirt off without
care or warning, put the clean one on, kicked off your shoes, and climbed into
Bellamy’s ultra soft and comfy bed. He climbed in next to you and placed a kiss
on your cheek. He curled his arm around your stomach and cuddled up next to you
as you instantly fell asleep in his arms, knowing you were going to regret all
of this tomorrow morning.
(A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one! I hope you enjoy!)
Request: Can I ask one fic with John shelby? Something with jealousy and fluff ahah
Author’s note: This is a first love type of thing so he will have no children or previous wife’s, hope you still enjoy.
You had been a barmaid at the Garrison for almost a year now, you didn’t intend on staying this long but when you met John everything changed. You wanted to leave to get a job and support your family that stay in Small heath, but he begged you not to go and since then has given you all the support you need. You loved him, you really did and he loved you. It was perfect. You were brushing your hair up into a ponytail getting ready for your shift. He slipped his arms around you waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.
Summary//Request: You never really get insecure about being a little chubby, but upon Jaebum sensing you feeling bad about how you look in your new dress; he decides to show you just how wrong you are.
This scenario is rated M for Mature as is contains smut/sexual content and insecurities about weight or body type.
41 for leebury please? I love these drabbles so much!!
thank you!! here you go <3
Who starts fights and who forgives the other first?
“Why don’t you want to go?” Sam asked, his face falling sadly.
Charles sighed. “It’s not that I don’t want to go… I love your sister, I really do, just… I’m not in a good mood.”
“Charlie. This is her wedding,” Sam sad flatly.
“Wedding rehearsal,” Charles corrected. “I’m just…”
“Babe, please. I know you’re in a bad mood, but the number of times I’ve gone to your work functions or whatever…”
Charles sighed. “I know. I’m sorry. I just really don’t want to go,” he muttered, crossing his arms.
Sam looked at him, his sadness dissolving into anger. “Fine,” he said heatedly, turning on his heel and leaving the house in a huff.
Charles groaned and sat down on the couch, trying to calm down. It had been an awful day, and all he’d wanted to do was either hit something or scream. He couldn’t go to his sister-in-law’s wedding rehearsal in this bad a mood. He knew he’d ruin it.
After an hour of wallowing at home, however, he decided that no matter how bad he felt from his day, it felt ten times worse to disappoint his husband.
He dressed in his suit as quickly as he could and left for the banquet hall immediately. When he got there - after a harrowing ride on the subway - he found his husband sitting on the front steps, looking up at the darkening sky.
“Sam,” he said softly, approaching. His soulmate looked up and his eyes filled with tears. He rushed down the steps and threw himself into his husband’s arms.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” Sam cried, his voice muffled by his husband’s shoulder. “I shouldn’t have pressured you…”
Charles shook his head. “No, I’m sorry… I should be here for you,” he murmured.
Sam gave his husband one final squeeze before pulling back. He wiped his eyes with his thumb before smiling. “Are you sure you’re okay to go in? We can go home if you want…”
Yellow.. The doll that got burned, it wasn't real. It was a fake. Green got pranked.
“.. w.. W- W.. What?” Yellow’s voice quickly rose in volume; His hands slammed on the counter. “WHAT?”
He couldn’t believe this! Not only was Green’s unhappiness unjustified, but it was just for a laugh? Someone wanted to make a small kid cry, genuine tears of fear or sadness, something you should NEVER do to a small kid, for a LAUGH?
“You- You mean.. You mean to say.. It was a JOKE?! What kind of joke is THAT?!” he yelled, trembling. Yellow could feel himself growing hot, growing very angry, but he’d long passed the tipping point. “That’s not a JOKE! That’s just being MEAN!! I- I- HHHHHHH. You don’t DO THAT!”
With a scream, he called a bomb to his empty hands, then threw it as hard as he could, skyward. The blast was bright, befitting his normally sunny nature, and scorched the sky with it’s intensity.
You leave on vacation without telling them and they freak out (Bots X Human! Reader)
Optimus Prime: Even though he was the leader of the Autobots, he completelyfreaked out when he couldn’t find you, thinking the decepticons kidnapped you. The bots had never seen him so panicky to the point where they had to go search for you. After being gone for five days, you found Prime was abit of a mess with barely any sleep. For about a couple months, Prime wouldn’t let you out of his site unless another Autobot was with you.
Ironhide: Everyone could tell he was freaking out and it didn’t help that with you being gone, it set him in a pretty bad mood. In the past four days while being gone, he pretty much teared apart every decepticon, he got his servo’s (hands) on. When returning, he chewed you out with words and didn’t let you leave his site for a few weeks.
Bumblebee: He went to everybody asking if they knew where you were, he even ignored Sam to go out and find you. He became depressed and started leaving base less and less. When you returned he was a complete wreck though once he set optics on you he picked you up and started rubbing his face on your cheek. He followed you like a lost puppy just to make sure you were safe.
Jazz: He tried to keep it cool for the first day but once the second rolled around he started freaking out. He wasn’t the happy, cool, laid back Jazz everyone knew, which worried them alot. When coming back, you noticed everyone rushed you to him and you could tell why upon seeing him. Jazz went back to being himself once he picked you up and smothered you with love.
Ratchet: He wasn’t to happy when he couldn’t find you anywhere and no one had seen you. Anyone who came into the medbay got snapped at and soon anybot was too scared to enter the room. When you returned from your trip, you got yelled at by the docbot but you could tell he was happy to see. You weren’t allowed to leave the Medbay for a few weeks without him.
Please write about having a fancy bath with Conor including drinking champagne and loads of bubbles 😘
After the day I was having i just wanted to go home. I called my taxi about 10 minutes ago and it still wasn’t here. Rush hour in London was just horrible. My mood was already bad and it got worse as soon as it decided to rain. I didn’t have an umbrella, i didn’t have a hood on my coat and there wasn’t any shelter around. After waiting another 10 minutes for this taxi it finally arrived and i looked like a drowned rat. I was freezing and i looked like id been dragged through a bush backwards. My hair knotted, my make-up was smudged and my clothes were sticking to me. My mood suddenly went from bad to don’t even bother talking to me unless you want your head ripped off.
“oooo someone seems to be in a mood” I heard one of the boys say as i slammed the apartment door shut. Probably shouldn’t of done that.
“Babe we’re ordering pizza, what you want?” Conor shouted. I really was not in the mood to eat. I wasn’t even in the mood to go and say hello, I just walked straight to the bedroom slamming the door once again. I thew my bag on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands. Why when one thing goes wrong the whole day follows. Today was just not my lucky day. At this point i wasn’t aware that Conor had been standing at the door watching and waiting for the right moment to speak. I remained quiet as i heard the door shut and listened to the foot steps getting closer to see the feet stop right in front of me to then see Conor kneeling so he was more on my level. He slowly grabbed my arms to pull my hands away from my face and lifted my chin to look directly into his eyes.
“What we going to do with you” He let out a slight chuckle while i faintly smiled and looked away only to be looking back at Conor as he brought my face back. “You’re freezing and soaking babe” He whispered stoking my cheek and realising how cold i actually was. We stayed quiet for a moment before Conor got up and walked straight into the bathroom and i could hear the taps running meaning he was running a bath. “You go and get yourself in the bath, ill bring you a drink ok” I nodded not wanting to disagree because a bath sounded like a great idea right now. I grabbed a clean towel and walked into the bathroom to see candles lit, the light dimmed and loads of bubbles! You cannot go wrong with this setting. I undressed myself and slipped into the bath taking in the warmth sending my body into fully relaxed mode. I washed off my make-up so i didn’t look like a clown anymore, i closed my eyes and laid back. I took in the calming setting, taking in the scent of the candles then my thoughts were distracted. My eyes shot back open as i heard the door open only to see Conor appear with 2 glasses of champagne. He placed it on the floor and started to undress himself. “Yes im joining you” He smirked while climbing into the bath. It’s been a long time since me and Conor have had alone time and it was nice that time was being spent in the bath. It had nothing to do with seeing him with no clothes on… ok maybe it was. He’s just god dam gorgeous. He poured us both a glass of champagne and looked at his phone before turning some music on. “Seriously, are you going to play your own music?” I laughed as his covers started playing in the background. “I’m a great artist what can i say” We both fell into comfortable silence.
That bad mood i was in? It had totally gone.
I just sat admiring his features. He was just so perfect. The way his hair fell when he couldn’t be bothered to it, the way he would smile to himself when he was thinking. He made me so happy, the feeling i got when i first met him is the feeling i still get today. I get so excited and giddy when seeing him. His kisses and cuddles were my everything. I’m glad he was the one who stole my heart. Snapping me thought of my wonderful thoughts my face was covered in bubbles.
“What the hell Conor?” I laughed wiping the suds off my face. “You looked so cute when thinking, what was you thinking about” He asked taking a sip of his drink. “You babe” I smiled back sinking more into the water. “Remember the first time we met? We were at a party and you got a nose bleed and blood went all over your white dress” “Yes! You didn’t even know me and you were the one to help” I laughed reliving the memory in my mind. “I’m a gentleman what can i say, i mean i couldn’t let a beautiful girl suffer” “Then you were like, you can repay me by giving me your number” Trying to do a impression of him but failing miserably. “I couldn’t let a girl like you slip away. I didn’t even know you and i knew i couldn’t let you leave” I looked down and smiled, it’s amazing how he can still make me blush after all this time. “The first date. I cooked you your favourite meal. That went well” “You didn’t even cook it, Joe did” We both started laughing because it was true. Conor had got Joe round to make a spaghetti bolognese. Once i arrived he made Joe, Jack and Josh hide out in the bedroom until it had finished, they were basically spying because they refused to leave.
“6 months later i asked you out while in Portugal” “I didn’t even know what you were planning, everyone else knew even your family! but it was so romantic. All the rose petals and wine. It made me feel special for once” I smiled remembering it all. Conor wrote a song and played it for me before asking me to be his girlfriend. He made it so special. He put so much effort into it.
“Now look at us 2 years later still strong as ever” He smiled and gesturing me to move in between his legs so my back was leaning against his chest. “I’m glad i went to that party now, these 2 years have been the best years of my life. I may have my moods and my moments but you are my everything” I felt Conor lean done kissing my shoulder smiling against it.
“2 years and my love for you is still growing” Conor was good with the way he worded things but the best thing about it all was that he meant every word. I turned around and placed a gentle kiss on his lips and smiled once he reacted back.
“The water’s getting cold now” I giggled. Conor gave me a lift to get up and i helped him up afterwards. We both got out and wrapped ourselves in one towel. Our bodies close together i wrapped my arms around his waist and looked up at him only to find he was already looking down at me.
When Calum is sad, he pulls out his acoustic guitar. The slender burgundy neck of the instrument is easier to maneuver than his usual preferred choice of the bass as he’s prone to fumbling with the strings across the worn frets with bleary eyes and sweaty fingers that are commonly bleeding by the time he’s done with an emotional session. Sitting with his back flush to the wall, the brunette always rests the groove of the guitar his father gifted him a few months after the band had started to gain fame against his right knee while his chin hovers over the taut chords, notepad balancing precariously on the pane of his other knee with a black ink pen held between his teeth.
He looks beautiful, to put it simply. Calum’s mouth, whenever inspiration struck him, is always pinched in concentration and accompanied by a crease between his eyebrows. Half formed melodies and riffs fall from his lips while his fingers dance across the strings of the perfectly tuned instrument, his eyes only leaving the sanction of the guitar to snap to the crumpled stack of bound paper and scrawl a lyric or two before racing back.
Pairing- pregnant!reader x Jensen, exhausted!reader x Jensen
Word Count- 3,064
Warnings- Idk, you being rude because you’re pregnant and hormonal? And birth… read the summary.
Summary- It’s your last day at work on the set of Supernatural before you go on maternity leave… Let’s just say you’re getting a bit cranky and emotional at this point in the pregnancy. There will be a few time skips, specifically one with you and Jensen at home. There will also be a birth scene, so if that makes you uncomfortable (which it really shouldn’t bc it’s a part of life), just skip it.
A/N I love pregnant reader x character stories so I figured I’d write one of my own, hope y’all enjoy. A
No disrespect to Danneel. I love her so much, y’all don’t understand. She’s queen honestly.
Hey, I have a small prayer request. My mum is in a really bad mood today (things have just gone wrong right from the beginning when we ran out of butter for the breakfast biscuits) and I’m sure she doesn’t mean to be causing anyone else problems, but Mum is the center of our household, and when she’s in a bad mood everyone’s in a bad mood. To add to this I have a really bad migraine right now and can’t help with something she wanted me to do. If y'all could pray that she can have some peace of mind I’d be very grateful. Thanks!