body mold

The Signs As Times
  • aries: 4 AM // when you're the only one still awake
  • taurus: 12 PM // when the sun shines in exactly the right place
  • gemini: 2 AM // sweaty bodies molding together on the dance floor
  • cancer: 1 AM // when you're visiting memory lane and going through photo albums
  • leo: 10 PM // the feeling when you're take the long way driving home just to sit peacefully and listen to music
  • virgo: 2 PM // when you get to relax for the first time with a good book as rain showers on the roof
  • libra: 5 AM // the sun and moon rising and setting as everyone else is asleep with empty streets
  • scorpio: 3 AM // laying awake in bed with your partner as you laugh, talk, kiss, all night long
  • sagittarius: 7 AM // first waking up in the morning and opening the blinds to the sun shining and wind slightly moving
  • capricorn: 9 PM // slowly falling asleep after a long day while watching an '80s rom-com
  • aquarius: 8 PM // the feeling of sinking down in the bath and closing your eyes as the hot water with bubbles soak into your skin
  • pisces: 6 PM // finally getting home and being able to just flop on your bed/couch
Night Drive

Summary: In which you help Bucky combat a sleepless night by going on a night drive.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,366

A/N: Oh hey, it’s me. I guess I’m back.

Originally posted by krisletang

The screaming starts late that night. Or maybe it starts early that morning; it’s too dark outside your window to be sure of the time.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes is easier said than done. Your slumber had been a deep one, as the fatigue from two sleepless nights in a row had caught up to you. Once your head hit the pillow, you were convinced nothing could possibly wake you up.

Nothing except the sound of Bucky’s screams in the room down the hall from yours.

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home after rain

blue orchids short story

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: too much fluff.. too much cute
word count: 3.986
author’s note: surprise! \o/ I honestly have no idea how or why this happened. yesterday I just… started writing, and here we are, a few thousand words later. also, bear in mind that this is a sequel to blue orchids, so you need to read that one first if you want to understand this short piece. hope you all enjoy!

This story is set six years into the future within Blue Orchids’ universe.


The sun rays are melting on your skin. It has been a while since the skies opened up like this, leaving the sun bare to the living, its warmth a pleasant gift after days of storm and gloom. The sand under your legs and feet is, fortunately, not scorching — not yet, at least. The early morning is still warming up to the pristine sun, and the salty winds of the beach are still a strange mixture of the growing heatwave and the remnants of past iciness.

You cannot remember the last time you visited the beach, but it does not feel foreign or uncomfortable. It feels like you belong, mind at peace and body molding to the sand as your extended legs allow your toes to brush against the gentle waves that break and ebb away, water still too chilly to enjoy at its fullest.

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Undisturbed

Anon Requested:  53&58 with Jungkook bts pls? Thx ❤

This is probably really short so I’m very sorry but some cute fluffy jungkook cuddles are in here so I hope you like it ♥♥


Originally posted by byeoltan

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 561

Warnings: No warnings

“They’re so cute when they sleep.”

“Okay mom.”


His arms wrapped right around you bringing a peace that you have never known before, a calming of the storms in your heart which led you to fall asleep, head falling against his shoulder while your legs were draped over his legs. His arm wrapped around your lower back unintentionally pulling you closer while you both were asleep, his other hand laid upon the blanket that was draped over your legs. You didn’t know it at the time but you wished you could extend the night just so you could stay close to him for a little longer, safe in his embrace. The room was dimly lit, the television being the only thing lighting up the room but  your cuddles feel like a little touch of heaven, warm, together, it was cozy.

While the two of you laid together on the couch you were both unknowingly being watched by all of the boys. Yoongi, Namjoon and Hoseok were sitting together on the couch while Jimin, Taehyung and Jin were standing around you two. The boys all watched as Jungkook’s arms held you close while you snuggled up closer to him in instinct of his arms. They couldn’t help but smile seeing the two friends together, you two were closer than best friends could be though you never called each other brother or sister, you liked him and he liked you, you both just refused to admit that to yourself or anyone else who mentioned it.

 “They’re so cute when they sleep.” Jin said almost in a coo. His hand coming up to his heart and a big smile coming on his face. Yoongi’s chuckle cut through his admiration for the two of you causing him to look back at the second oldest of the group. 

“Okay mom.” Yoongi said looking up at his hyung before looking back at the ‘couple’ who laid on the couch. Just as Yoongi’s eyes hit you both, Jungkook feels cold wind creeps under his shirt from an open window in the dorm. His head lifts up from yours and sleepy eyes slowly open. He was far too drowsy to even see all his hyung’s scramble from where they were and bolt either into the kitchen or down the hall so they weren’t caught watching the both of you in such a private moment, though you both were out in the living room.

Your hands moves around his middle, warm and soft. In seconds Jungkook shifts his body and lays down against the soft cushions of the couch and arm pillow. You stir a bit, your own eyes slowly opening with a small whine leaving your lips as you felt the sudden lack of warmth leave your body. Jungkook gently pulls you down with him your body molded to his own almost immediately. He shares his body heat as easily as he shares his heart. He could never let another close to him like this, but you’re so different. He’s never known a person to always have the right motivations, even when you’re wrong. There’s a purity to you, naivety perhaps, but that’s what he likes about you. He lets his body relax under you and wrap his arm around your waist again holding you close to him. He falls asleep easily as he can only focus on the warmth of your body on top of his. 

I’d play this game if I wasn’t so jumpy with horror games ;;v;;
so I resorted to watching gameplays of it aghhh—
wEll on the bright side the game is gorgeous lIke daMn 👌👌👌

bUT yEAH
Had to draw this enemy from RE7 bEcause holy crap it’s cOOl aHHH
The way it stumbles too is so fucking unsettling like yEEsh aAAaa I love it
(Even though I absolutely hate mold— it just grosses me out so much agh)
I’m not familiar with any of the Resident Evil games but this game makes me want to get into series evEn though it’s horror aHAha
it’s tHat good

anonymous asked:

Can you possibly write about what would have happened if Snow hadn't come in when she did? I'd die happy!!

omfg anon I WASN’T PLANNING ON WRITING THIS because flkjhlkj i have so many things i should be writing (and also i have work today that i’ve been putting off) but like… i get it cause that scene fucking ruined me too, so here you go, have some porn with feelings. aslkjhs.

the scene (kitchen table sex with no interruptions) – AO3
~1800, explicit, obvs

“To hell with the pancakes,” is a sentiment that Killian wholeheartedly agrees with. He much prefers the taste of her tongue and the smell of dried sweat and lingering morning sex on her skin to anything else right now. And, it seems, she has nothing on her mind now either, aside from consuming his groans of pleasure and sliding her deft, teasing fingers across the back of his neck, down his shoulders, his chest, his tense abdomen, all the way there, where he is alive and awake and quite ready for another go at it.

He loves kissing her, always has; she’s a hell of a kisser and she knows it. Though he may have a few more centuries of experience, she’s managed to master the art in her short decades on this earth. Push, pull. Tongue, teeth. Wet lips, plush and pliant, with a gentle ease even when forceful and wild. He could drown in her kisses, although he has, in fact, been resuscitated by them once before. (Whatever excuse she’d had about that “CPR” nonsense had been just that: nonsense. It was definitely the press of her lips that saved him, of that he is entirely certain.)

It’s the combination that does him in – her mouth on his and her hands massaging him through the jeans that he wished he hadn’t even bothered putting on this morning. He can’t stand it, is too revved up and desperate for her that he couldn’t care less about anything else.

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Made of Skin and Bones

(not my gifs!)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, make out

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?

Tags: at the end. ARE NOW CLOSED (sorry guys) I wrote them again one by one I really hope this time they work

A/N: So sorry guys for the delay, here I’m again! :)


9. Shore

Arrows whilst around your heads making you wince and yell every time you hear them nail in some surface. James is dragging you running through the trees, zigzagging and dodging the sharp arrows with difficulty. Your lungs hurt from the effort and the panic.

Suddenly James pushes you under a great hollowed root and covers your mouth with one hand. It is difficult to keep silence because of your laborious breathing and he presses your head against his chest trying to quell the little noises coming out of your mouth. You’re sure your heart is about to explode and you want to cry, who the hell is trying to kill you?

- Shhh - he tries to calm you down 

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Snow Days - Stuart Twombly [Smut]

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Character(s): Stuart Twombly/Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Oral (both receiving)

Word Count: 4216

Notes: This is part 2 to Heat Haze Days. Please go read it if you haven’t already. This turned out to be pure filth. And I am not sorry for it. Ya’ll can honestly thank @sincerelystiles for this. She encouraged me to write part 2 and, between her and @ninja-stiles, encouraged me to go full ham on the sin. They are dolls though and I love them for the support. Please let me know how you guys like it!

Part 1 - Heat Haze Days

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Good Morning, Jamaica

A little part two of my other fic ‘Jamaica’, thanks again to @sing-me-a-song-harry for helping me out with it! Enjoy!! xx B

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Hot.

You were so hot, and no matter how you twisted or turned, you couldn’t escape the heat. It radiated off of the solid body behind you and off of the heavy arm slung over your waist as puffs of breath huffed against your neck. Your eyes widened. Who could you have possibly…? Then it all came rushing back. The wine, a ringed hand slipping further up your thigh with each second and the sloppy, wonderful fuck against the dining room wall. It was Harry’s taste on your tongue. Harry’s moans in your memory. Harry’s body heat at your back. Trembling slightly, you rolled away from the man sleeping behind you, taking the bedsheets with you to cover your nakedness as you did. Harry didn’t stir as the bed shifted, and you cursed under your breath as you remembered your clothes being discarded on the dining room floor in your haste to undress each other. Hopefully anyone who actually made it back to the house after a night of drinks was too tired or too tipsy to notice the clothes scattered around.
Just as your hand grasped the doorknob, the bed creaked, a soft grunt reaching your ears. You froze in anticipation.
“Y/N?” His voice was soft and gravelly from sleep, his knuckles coming to rub at his eyes as he sat up. Harry took you in, your pretty form clutching the silk sheets around you like a second skin. “What’re yeh doin’?” He asked.
You swallowed, heart racing. “I’m…I’m going back to my room before anyone realizes I’m in here, without clothes on,” you said shakily, glancing over your shoulder at him. His hair was ruffled from sleep and the multiple times you’d tugged on his roots the night before, and his lips were swollen and pink. You wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed with him. You didn’t leave the door, though.
“Love,“ he said quietly, eyes darting over you as he slowly rose from the bed with his hand extended toward you as he approached, like he was trying to calm a wild animal that would run the instant he got too close. “Yeh avoidin’ me? Tryin’ t’ leave before I woke up?” Your eyes squeezed shut, his hand landing on your wrist as flashes of those hands running along your skin went through your mind. You swallowed.
“I’m..I’m not avoiding you. Just…need to do some shopping, s'all.” Harry let out a low chuckle, green eyes understanding as he came to stand in front of you. The rest of the house was still silent and you were thankful for the alcohol that had provided the peace.
“’M sorry, love, I am. We were both just in t'moment, and a lit’le drunk, we don’ have t'make it into more than that.” His words had the opposite effect than he intended and he knew it immediately by the way hurt flashed in your eyes.
“You…you didn’t want it?” Your voice cracked, eyes looking anywhere but at Harry as tears welled in them. For so long, you’d secretly had feelings for him, wanted to feel his lips on yours and his skin against your body, and now that you had, he was acting as if it didn’t mean anything to him at all. You turned away from him, sniffling as Harry made an affronted grunt.
“No, no, angel, tha’s not wha’ I meant. O'course I wanted it, wanted yeh. O'course I did, still do.” You paused, wiping at one of your eyes and angling your head to glance back at him. “’Ve always wanted yeh, sweetheart. If y'don’ feel th’ same, tha’s fine, but don’ yeh dare think I didn’t want yeh, or I just wanted a quick fuck. Don’.”
Sincerity and concern shown in his dark eyes, and before you could over think yourself, your hands were cupping his jaw and your lips were against his, the sheet falling to the floor without your hands there to hold it. Harry took in a shocked breath through his nose, but his hands fell to your hips and he pulled you closer, molding your body to his. Now that you were both completely sober and not locked in a lust-driven race to get to your orgasms, the kiss was slow and hot, your heads tilting and lips smacking softly. Your hands slid to his chest and Harry’s came to your jaw, thumb rubbing softly over it as he urged you towards the bed. His lips moved down your cheek to your neck, sucking gently on the skin there as your head lolled back, eyes fluttering shut.
“Harry,” you whined, “I need you.“ A low growl left his throat as his fingers trailed down your body. "Yeh wan’ it, pet? No runnin’ away this time?” A cheeky smile pulled at his mouth as he raised his head to meet your gaze and you nodded seriously, tugging on his necklace to connect your lips again.
“No running.” You agreed. Your bare back met the mattress again, and you whimpered as you dragged your mouth along his throat, tongue darting out every now and then to taste him. Harry moaned above you, his arms trembling as he rubbed his hardening length against your center. He was all slow, warm hands as they ran down your sides, his body sliding down to rest at the foot of the bed. His soft lips began to sponge kisses from your ankle up to your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh. You whined impatiently when Harry returned to hover over you, still slow and wild eyed. After a few more needy kisses, you trailed your eyes over him in the morning light. He was gorgeous; from his bedroom eyes to his flushed, weepy cock, he was the prettiest thing you’d ever seen.
“S'pretty.” Harry laughed and sweetly kissed you before his mouth returned to the hollow of your throat, moving down to your breasts. Desire flooded through you, your body humming at the notion of having him buried inside of you again, your belly tingling in anticipation.
“‘M gonna fuck yeh nice ‘n slow, sweetheart, show yeh how bad ‘ve wanted yeh. Yeh feel tha’?” His hard cock pressed into your thigh and you whimpered, mouth falling open. “S’what y’do t’ me.” He slowly trailed his fingertips down your body until he reached your center, immediately finding your clit and circling it with fervor. A strangled moan fell from your lips.
“Please, Harry!” The words were all you could manage, head so filled with the haze of lust you could barely see. Harry smiled against the skin of your chest, hips shifting as he lined himself up.
“Yeh need me, angel? Hm?” Your fingernails clawed at his back as he entered you, stretching you in the most delicious way. Harry’s words trailed off into deep, drawn out moans as your walls clenched around him, warm and wet. “Pet, yeh feel s’good fo’ me.” You pulled him down for a kiss, tongues tangling and breath mingling. Harry’s teeth sank into your lip with a grunt, his hips thrusting forward at a steady pace. His cock dragged slowly in and out of you, and his eyes squeezed shut, the feeling indescribable.
“Wanted you for so long,” you wheezed, wrapping a leg around his waist to pull him deeper into you. “So, so long.” Harry groaned, head falling to rest on your collar bone.
“‘Here! ‘M here, angel, ‘m righ’ here,” Harry bit out, teeth clenching when the headboard knocked into the wall. “Christ!” The heat was stifling, the sounds of your pants and dirty moans filling the air, and you couldn’t find it in you to care that anyone in the house could probably hear the noises. Let them hear how well Harry fucked you, how good he was to you. A ringed hand slipped down to rub your clit, eliciting sharp cries from you as Harry’s hips thrust deeper. Each stroke was long and measured, making sure to fill you to the brim and push you to the limit faster. A light sheen of sweat covered yours and Harry’s skin, making him difficult to grab onto, but as you sank your nails into his back for leverage, a hoarse cry of pleasure left his throat.
“Do tha’ again, pet, c’mon, be good fo’ me.” You raked your nails down his skin, sure to leave scratches, but you didn’t think twice about it when you felt his cock twitch inside of you. “Fuck, love, y’feel s’good.” You were taut underneath him, barely able to catch a breath, and you found your hands pushing at his shoulders roughly.
“Wanna ride you, please.” Harry’s eyes rolled with pleasure, his length barely leaving you as he rolled to his back and you moved to straddle him and sink down onto his cock. The new angle pushed him even deeper, and Harry was quick to start pushing up into you, not wanting to wait a minute more. “You feel so good, Harry. Oh my God, please don’t stop!” His hands cupped your breasts, tweaking your nipples as his eyes roamed over your body as you moved above him. Heat curled in your belly, coiling tightly like a spring as you slipped a hand down your body to rub at your clit.
“C’mon, angel, look s’good fo’ me, ridin’ m’so well. Need yeh t’ cum all ov’ m’cock.” You moaned at his words, grinding down on him as he thrusted upwards. Your walls clenched around him, squeezing his cock so tightly you could feel the vein that ran along his length pulse inside of you. It didn’t take much longer for you to throw your head back as your orgasm rolled over you, your mouth falling open in a loud cry. Harry was quick to follow, teeth gritting and neck veins on display as he climaxed. With him still buried inside you, you slouched forward, breathing hard against his chest. Chaste kisses were pressed to your sweaty forehead and Harry tenderly rubbed your back, eyes fluttering shut.
“Still no running?” He managed to wheeze, a small smile curving his lips. You let out a shaky laugh, nipping at his throat playfully.
“After that, I’m not even sure I can walk. I’m not going anywhere.” A rumbling laugh was Harry’s only reply.

stop running.

Originally posted by blastberuffled

pairing: klaus mikaelson x reader

warnings: swearing + drinking.

prompt: running into an old flame while visiting mystic falls.

A/N: i’ve had no internet for two weeks and all i wrote in that time was this really lame klaus fluff. (i’m really into him right now, oh god.) send me requests!

your heels crunched against the gravel as you walked, not really knowing where to go but knowing exactly what you wanted - to get black out drunk and forget today even happened. it was bad enough that you were back in mystic falls, a town you’d sworn to stay away from but the run in with damon salvatore was enough to make you bitter.

you understood the fascination with the older brother, you couldn’t deny the fact that he was attractive, insanely attractive really but as soon as the man opened his mouth to say quite literally anything, you wanted to eat a bullet. he was cocky and arrogant, two traits you simply couldn’t find attractive in a man that didn’t have that much to offer in the first place. you didn’t even want to mention the pathetic obsession he had with the doppelganger - really, it was all enough to make you barf.

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The Pursuit

Originally posted by barkji-min

You catch a glimpse of him, heart rattling rapidly in your chest and you realize how exposed you are. You need a diversion, some place to hide before he notices you.

And then you see it; your opportunity.

You grab him, pulling him close to shield your body from view.

The look in his eyes is one of total bewilderment and before he can cause a scene, you press up on your toes, locking your lips with his.

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Court of Nightmares

For the @acotarkinkmeme here is Nesta and Cassian’s visit into the the Hewn City!

Prompt: Pretend Dating Trope; Nesta and Cassian go to an event in The Court of Nightmares and they have to pretend to be dating. Cassian loves it a bit too much, Nesta is a bit overwhelmed but decides that two can play at that game. Feel free to make it as sexually tense as possible. Bonus points if Nesta gets to wear a dress like the one Feyre wore under the mountain and makes Cassian forget his own name (this is basically the scene where Feyre + the Inner Circle go to the Court of Nightmares but for Nessian)

Read on AO3 | TAGS: smut, pretend dating, dominant Cassian, Court of Nightmares


The plan was straightforward. Go to the Court of Nightmares and figure out who was the traitor that gave away secret intelligence to Hybern.

Cassian and Nesta were the ones chosen to go on the mission.

Their roles were simple. Cassian was to maintain the persona of the High Lord’s General who eagerly waited to sink his sharpened blade into anyone who so much as gave him a wrong look.

And Nesta was to be a meek female who was Cassian’s latest conquest.

The amount livid words that spewed from Nesta’s mouth was more colorful than the Rainbow of Velaris.

Even more so when she found out that the dress she was to wear was a sheer fabric that revealed more than it covered up.

She strode to the large room where she was to meet Cassian and Rhysand who would winnow them there since Cassian’s wings were still in recovery.

Outside the door she stopped when Cassian’s voice filtered out.

“I’m not going with her Rhysand,” Cassian said loud enough that Nesta could tell he had been arguing with his High Lord for some time.

“We don’t have a choice with Mor and Azriel on their own mission,” Rhysand replied in a controlled tone. “Why are you so afraid to let her go to the Hewn City? She can handle herself and with you there no other male will approach her if they believe she has been claimed by you.”

“She’s not ready,” Cassian gritted out. “Honestly I’m not ready for her to be in that wretched place. How can you expect me to treat her like a whore?”

“The same way I had to with Feyre for the sake of human and fae alike,” Rhysand said a bit sharply. For a moment there was silence before Rhysand continued softly enough that Nesta barely caught.

“I know you care for her and you don’t want to ruin the trust you’ve built so far with her, but we need you to do this Cassian. You and Nesta could be what shifts the war in our favor if this goes well.”

Cassian said nothing. Nesta decided that she didn’t want to hear anymore of this if Cassian decided to keep talking about her as though she were some child who couldn’t handle herself.

She would show him that the Court of Nightmares should tremble before her.

Nesta glided into the room, Making sure that Cassian saw the full effect of her entrance.

And his reaction did not disappoint.

His eyes widened as they took in the sheer silver fabric that hugged every curve of her body. Whorls of black beading covered the more intimate areas of her cleavage and lower regions. Enough to tease, but clearly showed off the emphasis of her shape.

Pale skin was visible through the sheer fabric that plunged between her breasts and the low cut line in the back of the dress.

She stepped forward with her long leg slipping through the long slit that ran up the length of her lower thigh. One wrong step could mean a disaster of modesty if Nesta wasn’t careful to walk in even strides. Yet considering this dress and all that it showed rather than hid perhaps modesty was already tossed to the side.

Cassian’s gaze wandered her entire body. Devouring the unexpected sight of Nesta revealing so much skin with that flimsy piece of fabric he couldn’t even believe was a dress. He could easily tear it apart with a flick of his fingers.

He watched her in rapt interest as she closed the distance between them. Her stormy blue eyes were lined with kohl to give the illusion of smoke and stardust intertwined. That look of fierce determination accompanied by that revealing dress made Cassian forget his own name for a second.

The only thoughts running through his head were of Nesta and how it would feel to run his fingers between that slit in her dress to find her core and see if he could bring his name from those glossy lips of hers.

Ravenous hunger written openly across his face made Nesta shiver in triumph though that was short-lived when Rhysand interrupted the moment asking if they were ready to leave.

“I’m more than ready,” Nesta answered. “So let’s stop wasting time. Unless Cassian wants to keep acting like a drooling dog with his mouth open.”

Cassian blinked and realized the baiting tone she was using. “If you don’t like me drooling then perhaps you would prefer licking sweetheart.”

Because we both know how much you like my tongue on your body.

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anonymous asked:

Could I request Bakugou fight with his extremely patient fem s/o and actually makes her mad because he told her something very awful, and he is a little surprised by it? And it would be very grateful if you could make the end nsfw (What have I done to myself?! 😩) sorry if the request is kind of ambiguous...I'm not good at requesting...I apologize for that

ALRIGHT!!! I’M WRITING AND ITS BEEN MONTHS AND I OWE IT TO EVERYONE TO ACTUALLY ATTEMPT TO ANSWER ANY REQUESTS, SINCE I DON’T SEE ANYONE ELSE DOING IT. SO SORROY FOR THE WAIT AND IF THIS STORY SUCKS. [Admin Denki]

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Feels Like Home

“So my question is for Y/N,” the fan giggled as she watched the two of you on stage.

You turned to Jensen, a satisfied smile plastered on your face. “See, they love me more,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him in victory.

He narrowed his eyes at you, scrunched up his nose and bit his bottom lip, contemplating you, smirking at you all the while. “That’s what you think. Wait for it,” Jensen whispered turning back to the blushing fan. “What’s your question?” Jensen encouraged.

“Well, its for Y/N, but it’s about Jensen,” she smiled apologetically in your direction.

You chanced a glance at Jensen and immediately regretted it.

“Boom!” He smiled, cocksure and proud of himself. You shoved him hard in the shoulder, knocking him off his chair causing the entire room to burst into laughter.

“Hurry. Ask your question before he recovers,” you encouraged the fan, kicking his chair over for good measure.

Jensen purses his lips in your general direction as he moves to right his chair and sit back down.

“Well, I was wondering what is your favorite thing about being married to Jensen?” she squeaked out.

“I don’t think this is the answer ANY of you will expect,” you chuckled, glancing at your husband who had forgone the chair and moved to your side, slinging his arm over your shoulder, encouraging you to lean into him where you belonged.

“My favorite thing about being married to Jensen is the hugs,” you said, watching the crowd laugh slightly. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, the sex is amazing,” you added, Jensen squeezing your shoulder, his fingers digging into the meat of your arms, sending an electric current rippling through you. “And those fucking lips, hmmmmm,” you hummed in satisfaction, the memory of his lips only an hour ago still lingering on your lips. “But I’ve gotta say it’s the hugs,” you finished, looking up at Jensen expectantly. “There is something safe about being wrapped in his arms. It feels like I’m home.”

He took your mic from you and laid it in his seat, pulling you from your chair. Immediately his arms embraced you, his warmth surrounding you, his scent filling your senses.

You buried your face in his chest, sighing contentedly. Faintly, you heard the audience awe, but you were lost in the way your husband’s arms felt wrapped tightly around your waist, how his head rested gently on top of yours, how his breaths and your breaths became one, your chests pressed together.

Jensen pulled away from you, his supple lips meeting yours, his beard leaving the perfect burn, heat and fire rising to the surface. There was something comforting and reassuring in the kiss as well as a promise of something more to come as his tongue briefly flicked in to your mouth, eager to taste you.

As if reading your thoughts, Jensen pulled away and leaned over, whispering in your ear.

“After this panel is over, let’s see what we can do about making that second thing you mentioned a little higher on the list,” he teased, his voice low and rumbling, his hands roaming down to squeeze your ass gently.

“Lets,” you agreed, kissing him firmly and pulling him back into a hug before pulling away.

“Thank you,” the fan smiled. “I could see why that’s your favorite thing,” she agreed, a look of sadness crossing her face briefly beside it was replaced with a smile.

The look on her face sparked an idea.

“Go show her, Jen,” you smiled, pushing him toward the edge of the stage.

He smiled brightly at you, understanding crossing his freckled features, quickly jumping offstage and darting toward the young lady. Before she could protest, Jensen had his arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders, pulling her into him.

You watched as a look of pure bliss fell across her face as she clung to your husband. You understood exactly what she felt in that moment, a huge grin spreading across your lips.

“See?” you asked, looking toward the fan and Jensen.

Jensen pulled away, looking down at the fan.

“Was she right?” he asked, his smile reaching his eyes, not taking his arms away from the girl.

“Definitely,” she breathed, her voice a little shaky.

Jensen chuckled, squeezing her quickly before stepping away and jumping back on stage, pulling you into his side.

Your body molded into his. It was meant to be there, the two of you meant to be one. Jensen smiled down at you, leaned down and kissed your temple, then addressed the crowd.

“Alright, I think it’s time for the last question,” he smiled, his arm drifting down around your waist, his fingertips reminding you of the promise from earlier as they danced along your skin under your shirt.

“Yep. Last question,” you agreed, eager to make good on Jensen’s promise.