A/N: To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it! I sort of changed it up a little bit, so I hope you don’t mind. The length of this, I apologize, holy shit. I could not find a way to end this. *Also, the Reader’s powers are based on the character Catiana (in case you are wondering!) Please let me know what you guys think of it, I’d love some feedback. Enjoy reading!
Walking into school, you held tightly to your backpack and moved swiftly through the crowd, avoiding an “accidental” bump in with anyone that came unexpectedly.
Since you had a few minutes before your first class, you went to your locker and replaced the books in your backpack with the ones you needed today for classes.
Rolling your eyes and groaning as you picked up your heavy Algebra book, you stuffed it roughly into your backpack.
It’s not that you hated math, it’s just you weren’t that great at it, which definitely bothered you since you were in a class full of legit geniuses.
Not only did that class give you anxiety with being called on or not understanding anything, but it was also because there was one nerd who always caught your attention. The one that should probably be in college level math rather than Algebra in some high school. The one who looked so soft and cuddly. The one with the never ending collection of sweaters.
i wish it were easy to describe what depression feels like. i wish i could explain why i do things like lay in the dark under a blanket it. it’s too hot under the blanket but too cold outside of it. i don’t do anything about it. netflix is prompting me to press the “i’m still here” button but i haven’t worked up the energy to do it. it’s kind of ironic because sometimes with depression it feels like you’re not here or there or anywhere at all. sometimes you lay under a blanket where it’s too hot with tears running down your face. you’re not crying though, you don’t know why you’ve got tears. you’re tired, you’re bored. you’ve got your phone in your hand but refreshing the same apps over and over isn’t enough to distract you. you want to do something to get out of your head but nothing will help. you’ll still be bored. you’ll still be depressed. you just want to close your eyes and go to sleep forever. i wish it were easy to explain why i feel like this but it’s not. any explanation of what i do or how i feel is never as easy as it seems. i’m not laying in the dark doing nothing and listening to my ears ring because i want to. i want to do other things. i want to get up. fuck, i just want to have the willpower enough to watch the next episode but i don’t. i just… don’t.
Author’s note: The beginning turned all mushy? Idk what that’s about (Yes I do. It’s because I’m fucking whipped for mushy Harry.) but if the transition seems sudden, whooops. :)
This vacation is an absolute blessing. A week away from the madness and noise of fans and paps and meetings. From the moment the two of you arrived to your private little getaway on the coast, Harry’s been warm and relaxed, and you couldn’t ask for anything more than that.
Characters: Reader (Y/N Padalecki), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki,
Pairing: Jensen x reader, Jared/sister!Reader
Warnings: Smut, Oral (female receiving), Unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it boys and girls), Angry Moose.
Word count: 1500ish
A/N: Andi aka @ellen-reincarnated1967 offered to write me another drabble for a series of hers I love, so I told her to pick one of five prompts but my overactive brain made a story of all five prompts. This is part two of a two part story.
2 out of 5 prompts are used in this one and they are bolded if you are curious.
You squeezed your eyes harder together to keep the sunbeams penetrating the curtains from stabbing your brain. Fuck, it felt as if a herd of rhinos had a dance party in there. You let out a soft moan, trying to move out of the offending sun’s passage and stick your head under the pillow like an ostrich. You instantly froze when you felt a foreign weight wrapped around your middle.
“Shit!” you thought as you slowly moved to turn your head. The sight that met you, combined with the dull ache between your legs as you moved, made your breath catch in your throat. The man beside you was still asleep with a blissful expression on his face, while your head and heart was tearing your emotions in opposite directions.
What if he regretted this? Fuck he is beautiful. What if Jared find out? Would it be bad to lean in and kiss those pouty lips of his? Dammit Y/N, focus!
Even if you had no immediate recollection of last night, there was no doubt in your mind what had happened. You were both naked and the delicious soreness between your legs served as a reminder of where the adonis next to you had been.
Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a
popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her
cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more
than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 4,190 (sorry)
language, mentions of injury, mentions of trauma, some confrontations, Sam being precious, reader self-reflection, mentions of threats, creepy emails
A/N: Guess who’s back…back again…Reader decides to take control of her life and do what she thinks is best. I really liked this part. That’s probably why I went a little crazy.
~HEY Y’ALL it’s ya girl back at it again with some more Grayson fluff. This one is kinda inspired by Ethan’s tweet about sleepy and delirious Gray. I’m hoping to write more often, it just takes a lil more for me to get inspired. OH and thank you guys so, SO much for all the positive feedback on my first Gray imagine, “take me there”. I’m so proud of it and I’m so happy you guys seem to enjoy it as well. :)
**No warnings (unless you wanna count Ethan’s dirty joke in the beginning)**
“He was up pretty late last night, probably beating it to a picture of you or something, I dunno,” Ethan teased after letting you inside the apartment.
“Good lord, E,” you groaned with a scrunched face. You followed him past the kitchen and into the living room.
“I’m kidding loser,” he chuckled, plopping down on the couch and pressing play on the game he had paused to answer the door. “He was just up editing his part of the video for a long ass time last night. Although he probably did do the other thing. Wouldn’t put it past him.”
“Ethan!” You scolded, soliciting a laugh from your boyfriend’s brother.
“Just being truthful, cupcake,” he shrugged, not taking his eyes off his game. You scoffed and jokingly shoved his head as you walked past him (ignoring his whines that you made him mess up his game or whatever) and made your way to Grayson’s room, quietly opening and closing the door behind you. You leaned against the door and sighed in sympathy and love as you laid eyes on his sleeping figure.
Summary: you head to the only safe place you can think of. A talk with your father gives you the courage to return to work, where Dean finds you immediately. But he’s not expecting your reaction. Charlie and Cas come to the rescue.
Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2,900
Warnings: Language, ANGST, general sadness, betrayal…
A/N: Bad to worse, kiddos. Buckle in for some serious angst. Please don’t hate me. I promise I’ll make it up to you…
I got a request from @namjoonsfangirl for a punishment smut. Once again guys, if I see any request that is not detailed then I will start deleting it after this especially when I’ve asked you begged- for you to please give me more detail and I’ve done a smut like this before. This is my last time and I hope you realize I’m not being mean I’m just frustrated.
“Hey. Hey Taehyung, give that back!” You shouted as he took
your phone from your body that was laying out on your back. You frowned
reaching for Taehyung’s wrist pulling him down on the couch. You crawled on his
lap as you both started to play wrestle and you tried to get him to loosen his
grip on your phone. Taehyung chuckled moving to tickle you with his free hand
knowing that it would make you laugh and loosen your grip a little bit.
“Tae-hyung! Ahhh! S-stop!” You laughed uncontrollably as you
fought for your phone, your hips straddling him and hugging him tightly against
your body as you jerked the phone from his reach. Your hand moving above his
head, Taehyung gripping onto your hips as you both saw Namjoon come into the
room holding a bowl of cereal. He glanced at the both of you going to sit
beside you on the couch. You straightened yourself up sticking your tongue out
at Taehyung as you moved to lean your head against Namjoon’s shoulder.
“Daddy Monster~ Pokemonster.” You teased Namjoon causing him
to chuckle, a light pink tent dusting his cheeks as he shoved cereal in his
mouth to keep from answering.
“Dance monster!” Taehyung shouted out playfully causing you
to snicker at his remarks. Namjoon flipped him off with his middle finger
before going back to the cereal. You grabbed the spoon from Namjoon’s hand
taking a bite of his cereal causing him to just stare at you with admiration
before it was erased from his face. Namjoon loved it that you were like this,
playful and demanding not caring that he had the title of being an idol. You
treated him and the rest of BTS like they were normal boys that you loved to be
around. You were so carefree and joking with all of them, and not once did you
ever take to social media about them. You were a best friend on and off the
scenes and they loved how you gave your company willingly. How you met was
anything but ordinary. You had seen their first performance. Sneaking backstage
to congratulate them with a basket of food. They had been so impressed by you,
Namjoon followed you outside to ask for your number or Kakao and you willingly
gave it to him. Ever since that day three years ago you had been there by their
sides keeping them close and being in their corner whenever they needed. But
Namjoon had deeper feelings for you, he couldn’t tell you but often he thought
about how it would be to come home to you. To sneak over to your house some
nights when he needed to release steam or just hold you close. How it would be
to see you in the crowd and sing to you and feel the love songs that he was
writing about. You were perfect, passionate and human. You never tried to hide
from him, you had made him feel like himself with you, he wasn’t Rap Monster he
was Kim Namjoon.
“Namjoon..” You snapped your fingers in his face that seemed
dazed out and though he was staring at you he wasn’t really here.
“Y-yeah.” Namjoon cleared his throat as he grabbed his spoon
back going back to eating, looking towards the screen he gave a sheepish smile.
“Noona!” Jungkook called out bursting through the front door
with Seokjin and Yoongi who gave you a kind smile. Jungkook ran to you picking
you up from the couch and moving to sit you in his lap.
“Hello, my precious little one.” You teased back pinching
“Noona. I’m not that young anymore. I’m a man!” He frowned
hugging you around your waist. You played in his hair smiling as you kissed his
“You’re my big man.” You were just playing with him, giving
affection to him knowing that he enjoyed it. Namjoon knew he shouldn’t have been
jealous but he couldn’t help it. Getting up from the couch, he stormed into the
kitchen washing out his bowl and disappearing into his room. He may have
thought no one noticed it, but Yoongi saw everything and he decided to pick
with the male about it next time he got.
Things continued to be like that. You would joke around with
other members and Namjoon would distance himself. Going to lengths to almost
ignore you whenever you were around because he didn’t want to get more attached
to you, his best friend and you were obvious to fall for everyone else. Yoongi
was the main one to play into it. On movie night, he kept you in his lap arms
around your stomach, his mouth pressing kisses against your temple as his hands
stroked your skin. Namjoon glowered at the male knowing what he was doing to
“Namjoon can you hand me the remote so we can turn it up?”
You asked Namjoon laughing from the jokes Yoongi were telling you leaning into
his embrace. Namjoon had gotten up to go towards the kitchen and get water
before he retreated into his room. Namjoon just looked at you for a quick
second and walked towards his room not doing what you asked.
“What the hell..” You frowned watching his tall figure slump
through the kitchen and retreat further until he was out of sight.
“You know for the past few weeks he’s been like this. Moping
and keeping quiet when you’re around. I can’t believe that he’s been ignoring
you. And you haven’t noticed. I thought for sure you were both so close but I
see not.” Yoongi shrugged his shoulders as he stroked your hair looking at the
screen. “Maybe he finally got a girlfriend.” Yoongi mused trying to see your
reaction. Your body froze, your jealously slowly starting to seep out. Another
girl friend?? Namjoon couldn’t, could he? And not tell you? But Yoongi was
really close to Namjoon just as well as you were so you knew that he couldn’t
be that far from the truth. Not thinking about what you were doing, you got up
and stormed to Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s shared room. Pushing the door opened, you
saw Namjoon there with his earphones in sitting on the edge of the bed. His
laptop pressed against his legs. He was so handsome, black tank showing off his
muscles and sagging gray sweatpants on his waist. His hair combed back but
still looking messy due to him not doing much today. He glanced at you, eyes
flickering over your body quickly before he went back to his work. You sighed
shutting the door, deciding to slowly and quietly lock it. You walked to grab a
chair from the desk sitting in front of him. When he still didn’t acknowledge
you, it felt as if your heart was breaking and you reached out to gently yank
an earbud from his ear sitting back.
“I was working.” He replied calmly not glancing at you.
“Who is she?” You blurted out. You had been pondering on
what to say but you couldn’t really think of anything so you went with what you
“Who?” Namjoon asked annoyance on his face as his fingers
glided against his keys.
“Your girlfriend!” You shouted. Namjoon paused, lifting an
eyebrow he looked up at you with a stone face his dimples poking out from how
he pressed his lips together in a thin line.
“Now what fan said something like that?” He asked and you
shook your head.
“Don’t change the subject who is she?” You asked again and
when he just stare at you like you were crazy you opened your mouth again. “Yoongi
told me you probably had a girlfriend and you’ve been really distant to me. I
don’t like that you are just ignoring me for someone else. If you don’t want me
around tell me!” You shouted at him, showing some emotions that you normally don’t.
Namjoon stare at you a long time before he spoke again with a sigh.
“I don’t have a girlfriend. Yoongi said might, he never said
I did and either way if I did have a girlfriend I’m sure he and you both would
know! I don’t have anything to hide here. I haven’t been around because you’ve
been too busy playing with everyone else to notice me! But we are all your friends
and I know how you all care deeply for us so I’m just giving you space! And don’t
yell at me especially when you don’t know things that you think you do. Please
get out and give me space this time. I don’t want to talk about anything else
with you.” Namjoon said simply plopping his white earbud back into his ear. You
sat there with your mouth hanging open from how he scolded you. If anything, it
sounded like he was just as jealous as you were. Could it be he liked you too?
The little subtle hints he gave you, your mind seemed to think about. How he
dazed out around you, let only you steal his food. Gave you his clothes to
change into and his bed to sleep in almost always insisting that you sleep with
You felt like a fool for not noticing. You knew you could
probably be wrong too, but for what other reason would he act like this? And it
didn’t hurt for you to find out in any means necessary. Getting on your knees,
you crawled over to Namjoon slowly, the sweats you had on pressing against the
floor. The cotton material rubbing against your skin. You crawled up to him,
raising up you pressed your hands against his laptop shutting it. Namjoon
raised his eyes open seeing you on your knees in front of him. He tried to play
it off frowning as his music turned off from the playlist he had going on.
“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice starting to drop
down in an octave. He watched as your hands grabbed at his earbuds and grabbing
at the laptop you moved to put it on the chair you were just sitting in. You
spread his legs wide staring up at him with big eyes.
“I’ve been neglecting my monster, haven’t I?” You cooed
licking on your bottom lip. You pressed your lips against his knee and he let
out a soft hitch of breath.
“Don’t do this Y/N. You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
Namjoon tried to warn you, pressing his hands on your shoulders. But you didn’t
listen to reason. Lifting up you straddled his waist, your hands going in his
hair as you straddled him. Your lips finding Namjoon’s as his hands were eager
to grip at your waist pulling you towards his body. Your chest against his,
legs coming to press on either side of his body. You moaned softly feeling his
plump lips press against your own, how he moved his lips softly against yours
made your heart flutter. You couldn’t believe you were doing this with your
best friend. Making out with him on his bed. Namjoon groaned, eyes screwing
shut the kiss was better than something he ever imagined. His hands moved down
to your ass pressing you down against his once soft erection that was getting
You started to roll your hips down against his, dry humping
him through your clothes to create some friction. Namjoon let you, using his
hands to help you ride him his lips moved eagerly against yours. His tongue
slid across your bottom lip slowly asking you for permission which you gave
him, spreading your lips wide to be greeted by his pink tongue. You swirled
your tongue around his, moaning softly as his tongue roamed your mouth. He
flicked his muscle everywhere grazing over your teeth and your cheeks, the roof
of your mouth and your own tongue, the kiss becoming more heated and needy with
each passing second. Your hands gripped at his hair pulling at it as Namjoon
started to rock his hips up against yours. Mewls left your lips, you couldn’t
believe how good it felt for you to be pressing against him. You circled your
hips against his, your clit finding some sort of added pleasure. Breaking the kiss,
you looked down in his eyes.
“Namjoon, don’t stop.” You moaned softly, he slipped his
hands inside of your joggers gripping at your ass.
“A thong baby? Do you like that?” He asked you softly and
you nodded your head looking in his eyes. “Go faster.” He commanded and you
did, your head rolling back as he bit onto your neck. He sucked on your skin
tasting you, tongue gliding on every ounce of skin he could find. He marked all
your skin, your collarbones also receiving attention. He kissed up your neck to
your chin biting down on the flesh as you whimpered.
“Fuck! Fuck.” You chanted out shutting your eyes. Namjoon
moved his hand down to press his finger against your clit rubbing against it as
well as letting your ass move against his bulge. “Oh god Namjoon!” You
whimpered out as your orgasm rocked through you, the wet spot staining your
sweats, the outline of his erection pressing against your clothed pussy.
“Such a good girl.” He groaned softly kissing your lips
“I want monster to come out and play.” You nodded your head
pressing your forehead against his.
“I don’t think you can handle the monster. And you will need
to be quiet.” He warned you nodded eagerly smirking.
“I can handle anything daddy monster gives me.” You were
teasing him, it was fun to see him get so worked up and riled for you.
Namjoon looked at you for a long time before he smirked. Crashing
his lips back against yours again his hands slipped from your bottoms, gripping
on your breast through your shirt, he kneaded your flesh, before he was pushing
up your shirt and you were breaking the kiss to take off the shirt throwing it
behind you. Grabbing at his next you helped him take off the shirt his toned
muscles and flat stomach showing, the soft peak of abs starting to be outlined
showing. “Get on your knees.” He commanded as his eyes roamed to your breast
and downwards. Obeying him you moved to get on your knees. Namjoon paused
listening to what was going on in the house, deeming it safe he pushed down his
boxers and sweats in one girl, his large member standing proudly in the air. As
he sat down your eyes glued onto his member not believing that he was actually
so big. Your hand reached out to grab at his cock, stroking it up and down
feeling the warm appendage in your hand, you leaned forward licking across the
head of his shaft. He groaned playing in your hair sweeping it from your face
watching as you licked around his head and up and down his shaft. Namjoon
wanted to feel more, the red angry tip leaking with precum, he had waited on
you for so long he didn’t think teasing would help anything else.
“Monster wants you to use your mouth. Stop teasing.” He gave
a stern warning with a trembling voice but you didn’t listen. Too caught up in
licking against his veins and even licking across his balls you were too caught
up in getting your own pleasure from sucking him off. Namjoon growled, slapping
your hand from his cock he gripped at your hair, forcing your mouth onto his
cock. You groaned as he stretched out your mouth, moving until you were taking
his cock past your plump lips and down your throat.
“Fuck, just like that baby that wet mouth feels so good
around daddy’s cock. Do you like it?” He asked softly, holding your head down.
He heard you choke slightly so he pulled back, threading his fingers into your
hair he moved your head up and down on his shaft slow at first until he was
picking up speed. Making little grunts and noises of approval he bit on his
bottom lip to keep himself quiet. He watched your cheeks hollowed, your hands
pressing on his knees to find purchase. Your eyes looking up at him with pure
want and desire. He loved it, how eager you looked and how you wanted more. He
started to thrust his hips up against your face as well, shoving your head down
trying to get you to take all that you could, loving how your throat tightened
up around his cock. He saw your eyes water how you whimpered around him causing
you to choke and gag more. Loving how you were acting Namjoon pinched your
nose, using his thighs to lift himself up into your mouth, the spit dripping
down your chin and onto your covered chest. Namjoon watched as your eyes
dropped low, while you were going to the point of about to black out before he
let your nose go pulling you off his wet cock. Namjoon let your nose go,
keeping his grip in your hair he watched as you heaved trying to gulp in air. Namjoon
leaned your face down slapping your cheeks with his wet cock he soon slid
himself back into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down listening to your
lewd noises. You found yourself enjoying how he stuffed your mouth and how your
tongue pressed against different spots on his shaft. He was so thick and you
felt like your mouth was so full but you loved every moment of it. How his neck
vein popped out as he looked down at you, his own lust and dominance radiating
off his body and his face. He growled at you, causing your pussy to quiver and
drip from wetness that he caused. He let out a different type of moan causing
your toes to curl. He continued to shove your head down, until your eyes were
dripping wet from the stretch. He held your head down as his hips moved quickly
against your face. He growled out your name lowly spilling his warm cum into
your mouth. You greedily tried your best to lick it all up, the bitter sweet
cum filling your mouth. Some of it spilling past your lips but when you pulled
back you licked yourself clean. Standing up because you expected it to be done.
“Oh no, monster is far from done with you.” Namjoon chuckled
picking you up, he carried you to lay on his bed, pushing you down on your back
after he unclipped your bra. Namjoon leaned down crawling over your body. His
tongue moving to lick across your areola slowly. He played with your breast,
his large hands cupping them as his tongue glided across your flesh. He moaned
slightly, squeezing your breast with his hand he sucked on them individually
like he was not going to have another opportunity the flat of his tongue
pressing against your skin. As he kissed lower down your stomach, his fingers
flicked across your nipples. He kissed along your hips before he pulled himself
back, gripping at your bottoms pulling them down. He grabbed at your thongs pulling
them down and off your legs. He gripped at your hips pulling you against the
edge of the bed. He lifted your legs up straight in the air. He licked up and
down your pussy, moaning softly he played with your slit flicking his tongue
against it. Soon his lips were wrapping around your pink pert bud. He sucked on
your clit, nibbling gently on the flesh he watched as you whimpered against the
bed. He pulled back after sometimes pressing his tongue against your entrance.
He slowly slid it inside of you, his tongue wiggled inside of you licking
around your entrance tasting your wet walls making him groan low in his throat.
He pulled back from you before he pushed his tongue back into you, thrusting it
in and out slowly teasing you with it. You were trying not to moan but you
tried to bite on your hand to silence your moan but you couldn’t help it.
Namjoon hearing it a bit too loud, he spread your legs wide, his hand creeping
up to wrap around your neck, he cut off your air, giving you a dark look as his
tongue assaulted your pussy, thrusting in and out of your wet walls he swirled
it trying to find your spot as he let his tongue slip deep inside of you. He
moaned pressing his face against your pussy, his hair tickling against your
lower stomach causing you to squirm, your stomach tightening up as he ate you
out. It felt so good, how his tongue wiggled in and out of you, filling you up,
the pink muscle curving and thrusting a bit faster inside of your walls. He was
trying to get you off, he enjoyed tasting your sweetness it was like drinking
up water. His teeth nipping on your pussy lips as he felt his cock throb. Your
body was shaking, his thumb digging into your neck leaving a bruise that would
surely be there tomorrow. He kept you pinned against the bed, your pussy
tightening around his tongue as you got closer to a release. He encouraged it
continuing to speed up his tongue motions finding your spot and aiming for it
over and over. He let his other hand press your leg down against the bed, eyes
drinking you in, his mind taking mental photos of how you looked pinned down
from him. Slowly you gave into your orgasm your hips bucking up as you gasp for
air trying to feel your lungs. You blacked out for a split second, Namjoon
letting your neck go as your vision returned slowly seeing little stars of
light you blinked looking up at him in a daze. Swallowing you licked your lips,
opening your legs up wider for him. He crawled on top of you, sliding his cock
up and down your slit slowly.
“Can I slide in raw?” He asked softly, his want dripping off
how he spoke to you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you nodded your
“I want to feel all of you Namjoon, monster. I want to have
you deep inside of me.” You kissed his lips, your hand gripping onto his shaft,
you lead him to press against your entrance. As soon as his head felt your
opening he lunged his hips forward burying himself inside of you.
“Namjoon.” You choked out a cry of his name, the way you
gave into him submitting made him smirk down at you. Pressing his hand down
against your mouth, he tilted your head back making it harder for you to moan
out for him. Slapping his hips against yours, he pressed his knees down into
the bed pressing into you. The missionary position fitting for you both as he
leaned his head down to nibble on your ear husking out.
“You feel so good baby girl. I’ve thought about fucking you
for a while now, and I can’t believe that I finally get to fuck into this sweet
little pussy. You feel better than heaven.” Namjoon moaned out, licking across
your lobe slowly. He shut his eyes switching his pace between fast and
relentless to slow and sensual. He was thick and you couldn’t believe you were
taking every inch of him inside of your pussy. His hips rolling against yours
until he found your spot. The little muffled cry you gave out against his hand
told him all he needed to know. He continued to slip inside of you, his girth
stretching out your wet walls that sucked him in, holding him hostage. Namjoon
licked against your neck his balls pressing against your ass as he picked up
his pace letting it stay fast.
“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me since you
practically came and jumped on daddy’s cock? I need you to cum for me Y/N I
want to feel all your cum onto daddy’s cock.” He encouraged rasping in your
ear, his free hand dragging across your clit rubbing it in fast harsh circles.
You looked up at him, your pussy squeezing around his shaft as the wetness
poured from your cunt. You were so close, your stomach tightening and your
tongue flicking against his sweaty palm. With a few more snaps of his hips against
your spot your eyes were rolling back as you met your third orgasm that night
the overstimulation causing you to squirm and drag your nails down his biceps
the pleasure coursing through you. “Good girl, now daddy is going to cum inside
of you.” He kissed your ear snapping his hips even harder, until he was
spilling his cum inside of you his cock twitching as he released it all inside
of you. Riding out your orgasms together he slowly took his hand from your lips
until he was pressing soft kisses against your lips smiling down at you.
Waiting for a while he pulled out of you and laid beside you pulling you
against his body huffing slightly he gave you a dimpled smile.
“So.. Does this mean you are only mine?” He asked softly
nuzzling your nose.
“Yes, I’m all yours.” You yawned slightly kissing on his
face before straddling him down to pepper his body in your kisses.
“I told you.” Yoongi chuckled standing up from the door
straightening out his clothes holding up his hand in front of Hoseok.
“I can’t believe they even waited this long.” He sighed
handing over the money as they walked back to the front room to join the others
and give you privacy.
You doodled, a lot. All the time in fact. You carried a pen everywhere, always drawing spirals and flowers, lines and words all over your wrist, hand, and arms. You had always been told not to, that is may bother your “Soulmate” but those were rare now a day. “Soulmates” were common when your grandmother was a child, but they had become less and less common, to the point where if you had one, you were a rare exception. Your parents were lucky, and they were soulmates, convinced you would have one as well, but you, not so much.
You thought the idea was amazing, and yeah, it would be awesome, but you didn’t believe you had a soulmate, so every time your parents told you to stop drawing on your arms in pen, as to not give your soulmate ink poisoning, you ignored them, thinking how on earth could you have a soulmate? Until the last day of school.
You were walking down the hall, towards the door, when all the sudden your feet were swept from under you. You fell to the floor, backpack falling as well, and everything spilling out and onto the ground. You looked up to find the star baseball pitcher and a couple of cheerleaders all standing over you, glaring at your scattered things and fallen figure.
How long had you waited for this? You didn’t know. It had to have been years. Dean Winchester was finally sprawled out beneath you, your thighs settled against his hip bones as you tore his jacket open. Dean’s jaw clenched as he tried to look away.
“Dean, it’s okay.” You whispered, watching his eyes travel down to where your naked body met his strained jeans.
“It’s not okay, sweetheart. Nothing about this is okay.” He groaned when your fingernails slid against his collarbone and traveled down his shirt before hiking it up and bringing him to sit so you could pull it over his head.
“Dean.” You whimpered, hands running down his chest.
Dean’s hands splayed across your back as he held you up and you worked him out of his jeans, pushing them down his thighs just far enough for his erection to spring free and smack against his stomach. You reached for him immediately, lining him up and settling down onto his thick cock, allowing him to stretch you out with a delicious burn.
Whining his name breathlessly, you clutched at his shoulders and dug your nails into the firm muscle you found there. He was perfect. He was everything you’d ever dreamed about him being, and you’d dreamed about him quite a few times. He was Dean fucking Winchester, and right now, in this moment, he was fucking up into you like he had nothing to lose.
“Waited for this forever, sweetheart.” Dean’s hands made their way to your hips, where he held you tight, and you knew you’d have at least those bruises and the empty ache between your legs to remember this by.
“Me too. Fuck, Dean, you have no idea.” You ground your hips against his, the friction hitting every good spot at the same time. “Dean!” You cried out, finding your release.
While you clenched and writhed above him, Dean watched your face as you moaned his name. Your eyes were closed, and your mouth was slightly agape, teeth barely visible. You were so damn sexy to him, the way your head tipped back and your spine curved as you slowed your pace. Even if he couldn’t feel your muscles fluttering around him, this sight alone was enough to make him lose all control. Spilling into you, he grunted your name and pulled you down so your chest was laying against his.
“You’re so perfect.” He pulled your hair away from your face and kissed your temple.
“Dean.” You warned.
“Just this time, I know. It’ll get too messy if we keep this up.” He nodded and traced lines up and down your back. “But can we enjoy it while we have it?”
While we have it.
Humming, a small smile crossed your face. It faded as quickly as it appeared though, knowing that this wasn’t the first and last time for the sake of things not getting messy. This was the first and last time because this was it for you. Tomorrow, you’d take Sam’s place in the cage. Tomorrow, you’d say yes to Lucifer. Tomorrow would be the day you’d say goodbye to Dean Winchester forever.
Characters: Jimin x Reader Genre: Fluff (so much fluff I’m drowning in it) Word count: 1598 words Requested by anon
A/N: Finally, Admin Caramel’s first scenario on this blog! I took a break in-between revision and just wanted to write this request (cuz I’m a sucker for fluff)
We will get to the other requests eventually, but it won’t be soon as we’re busy with school and life (Admin Dumpling and I are about to do our exams) - Admin Caramel
It was late at night and you were seated on the couch with a book in your hand, curled up under a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate on the coffee table. You heard the door opening, but paid no attention to it, too engrossed in the plot to allow any distractions. It is only when you felt a heavy weight land on the couch did you finally look up.
You see Jimin sprawled across the entirety of the couch, with his head on your lap, looking up at you with tired eyes.
“Hey,” he tiredly greeted you. You noticed his hair was slightly damp with sweat, his shirt soaked from the intense dance practice they just had.
“Ew, get off of me Jimin,” you shrieked, not wanting to dirty the blankets or yourself.
“You stink,” you continued, attempting to push him off your lap and the couch. But to your dismay, his dead weight refused to budge no matter how hard you tried to push him. Seeing that your efforts were futile, he simply whined and latched onto you, burrowing himself in to your stomach.
You giggled at the ticklish feeling, and once again tried to push him off. He only latched tighter onto you, unwilling to let you go.
“Come on, let me go and I’ll draw you a bath,” you suggested with a smile on your face at his antics. It was only then was he willing to let you go, but not without making you promise to cuddle with him after his bath.