cause tank tops

Who’s your Boyfriend?

Summary: You wake up from a sexy dream featuring Dean to come face to face with your less than pleased boyfriend, Castiel. 

A/N: @greenappleeyes gave me this idea and I WENT NUTS WHEN SHE GAVE IT TOO ME AND I OBSESSIVELY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS UNTIL MY WRITER’S BLOCK WAS GONE AND WAS ABLE TO WRITE IT

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: language, slight dom!cas, oral (female receiving….lots of it), multiple orgasms, over sensitivity, bondage (if you considered getting pinned down by cas’ grace and tied to your headboard with his tie), also, smut. I think that’s it?

Word Count: 2.3k

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

You leaned up to kiss Dean as he’d slid an arm underneath you, and pulled you up and straddle his lap. You moaned into his mouth as you sank down onto him. Your head fell back as he slowly filled you, his mouth finding one of your breasts as you slowly began to move your hips back and forth. He sucked and teased your nipple with his teeth, the sensitivity causing you to tremble as you rode him. 

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any just happy fluffy (I don't mind if smutty or nah) established relationship sterek just nice and derek is happy yay pls

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Anonymous said:Hey so I just had a really crappy prom experience so I could use some fics, can you give me some established fics with sterek? An update maybe? Thank you you guys really helped me get through this.

I’m sorry about your prom. But hopefully this fluffy list will help. And here’s the tag for more. 

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Ephemeral by thegirlgrey

(1/1 I 2,100 I Teen)

Stiles has a weird reaction to his anesthesia. He wakes up with temporary amnesia. The resulting video gets 1 million hits on YouTube in 6 hours. (Beyoncé can suck it.)

Ashes, Ashes by ShanaStoryteller

(1/1 I 2,699 I Teen)

The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone’s tried to burn down his home with his son inside.

“I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes,” John can’t even call that a whimper, it’s clearly a whine as Derek’s hands tighten against Stile’s hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek’s hands can hold him into one piece, “and that thought was worse than dying.”

boys will be boys by HalfFizzbin

(1/1 I 1,309 I General)

Schedule a parent-teacher conference with the Hales at your own risk.

Let me take care of you by LillianDeLooney

(1/1 I 3,434 I Mature)

Stiles is six months pregnant with Derek’s babies when his mate gets home as a teenager, somehow having gotten de-aged again. Their mate bond is still strong, however, and all Derek wants to do is take care of Stiles…

When the Sky Fills With Rain by BarlowGirl

(1/1 I 5,205 I Explicit)

Derek raised an eyebrow. “You know I can shop for myself, right?”

“I know you can,” Stiles said. “But I don’t think you will. So we’re gonna go to Walmart and get you a couple packs of tank tops ’cause you look really hot in those and some more t-shirts and Henleys and basically whatever you need, and I’m going to stare at you and maybe drool a little while you try them on. And then we can go to wherever you usually buy jeans and I’m going to stare at your ass while you try those on.”

“Good to know,” Derek said dryly.

Stiles grinned. “Yup. And then you can wash them in my washing machine and leave them on my couch until they stop smelling like strangers and smell like us.”

Derek absolutely did not turn red.

Or: 5 Times Stiles Took Care of Derek and One Time Derek Took Care of Stiles.

When Nothing Else Works by hannah_baker

(1/1 I 5,915 I Teen)

Sheriff Stilinski is slowly and begrudgingly accepting the fact that werewolves exist, regular bad things still do happen sometimes, and his son may or may not be dating Derek Hale behind his back.

Or, the one where having Derek Hale in his bed is the only way Stiles can get to sleep. Much to his father’s annoyance.

Puppy Separation Anxiety by KaliopeShipsIt

(2/2 I 9,188 I General)

Derek and Stiles’ three year old daughter is completely fine with Derek dropping her off at Pre-K, but has a separation anxiety induced meltdown every time Stiles does.

Naturally, Derek jumps to conclusions that couldn’t be farther from the truth if he’d tried.

The One with the Kiss Cam by nerdfightingwhovian

(1/1 I 9,224 I Teen)

While at a hockey game, which was totally Stiles’s idea, the cameramen behind the Kiss Cam think Erica and Stiles are together. Derek, right next to Stiles, has to intervene on the behalf of his mate.

Also, there might or might not be a homophobic couple who start screaming at our werewolfy hero. He also might or might not give them the cold Hale stare.

Excerpt:
“We were all wondering if we could go see a hockey game. Erica and I really love to watch hockey, and Boyd finds it fascinating, mainly because it makes Erica blood thirsty, and their sex life is really weird. And Danny likes it and so does Kira, and she’s single and ready to mingle after her last boyfriend turned out to be less than ideal. Isaac is pretty much interested in anything that will guarantee him getting laid. And Scott and Allison just want to use the cold rink as an excuse to cuddle. And Lydia will jump at any chance to do more match and basically show off her brain to everyone within hearing distance.”
“What about Jackson.”
“Fuck Jackson.” And yeah, Derek should have expected that.

you break the mountain down by runphoebe

(1/1 I 10,655 I Explicit)

Stiles is pretty sure that it’s not normal to have a sexual awakening six years into a relationship. He’s pretty sure that’s supposed to happen at the beginning and not, you know, after you already have a mortgage together.

Stiles and Derek have been together for six years when Stiles graduates from college and moves back to Beacon Hills.

This Is Your Life, Derek Hale! by PolarisTheYoungWolf

(7/7 I 23,699 I Explicit)

I need more de-aged Derek and pregnant mate Stiles! Can you imagine de-aged teen Derek being told he has a family of his own? Like the baby(babies) are born and he’s like that for like…a weekend or maybe even a week or longer. And it’s just overwhelming and awesome and funny and teendaddy Derek trying to also be a doting husband/mate and maybe they have to go out…because the babies have chickenpox and they need the pink lotion to help with the itching(Do werewolves get chicken pox? Maybe one of the babies is human and got it in case Were’s can’t?) and Derek is torn from staying with his pups and getting something that will help their recovery? I dunno…just…de-aged daddy Derek that’s mates with Stiles is TOO cute an image!!!!

Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too by MereLoup

(4/4 I 82,981 I Explicit)

Derek spent too much time, walking amongst the ashes of his life and refusing to move on into the future; refusing to move past the anguish. But somewhere along the way he found purpose, rebuilt this house, found his mate, and he realized that this didn’t have to be the end, that he could continue the legacy of the Hale pack and carry on the traditions and rebuild his life. And now, in this house, with his pack, he was beginning the next generation of the Hale Pack with the most incredible mate he could have ever dreamed of.

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helloo, i looove your account it's literally the only place where i find very good sterek fics and i was wondering if you had any fics full of fluff or fluff + angst (preferably established relationship) thank you so much!! 💖💖

Incommunicado by WhoNatural

Why is Derek being so weird?

Derek looks up from where he’s adjusting his shirt back into his pants - really? - and pauses. “Stiles?”

Clearly something in his scent is giving him away, but he’s too busy swallowing against the sting of bile that has made its way into his throat and checking behind the couch for future murder victims because Derek is totally cheating on him.

Monsters of the Green-Eyed Variety by lielabell

Derek is not jealous because Derek doesn’t do jealousy. It’s pointless. A waste of time. So, no. Not something he indulges in. He’s above all that.

Or at least that’s what he tells himself, anyway.

ladybugs by thepsychicclam

It’s Saturday night, and Derek Hale is at Toys R Us. Shopping for Leapfrog games. If asked, it wasn’t exactly how he pictured his life. Or his Saturday nights.

In which Derek and Stiles have been married for ten years, have two kids, and are planning their five year old’s birthday party.

wolfies by thepsychicclam

Derek and Stiles try to deal with their rambunctious 3 year old werecub and 16 month old who may not be a werewolf. As if parenting wasn’t hard enough, Derek won’t stop angsting because Evie isn’t showing any signs of shifting. If Stiles makes it to the end of the year without a breakdown, it’ll be a miracle.

When the Sky Fills With Rain by BarlowGirl

Derek raised an eyebrow. “You know I can shop for myself, right?”

“I know you can,” Stiles said. “But I don’t think you will. So we’re gonna go to Walmart and get you a couple packs of tank tops ’cause you look really hot in those and some more t-shirts and Henleys and basically whatever you need, and I’m going to stare at you and maybe drool a little while you try them on. And then we can go to wherever you usually buy jeans and I’m going to stare at your ass while you try those on.”

“Good to know,” Derek said dryly.

Stiles grinned. “Yup. And then you can wash them in my washing machine and leave them on my couch until they stop smelling like strangers and smell like us.”

Derek absolutely did not turn red.

Or: 5 Times Stiles Took Care of Derek and One Time Derek Took Care of Stiles.

those who argue, like each other by har1ey_quinn

“Don’t give me that look.”

“I’m not giving you any look.”

Even to John that sounds like a lie, and he doesn’t have those super senses to tell him when someone is lying.

“Sure you are, that’s Frowny Face Number Two. It’s patented and everything.”

Oh boy, John knows that face.

Frowny Face Number Two meant Derek is sticking to what he’s saying because he believes it is right and Stiles should just agree with him and be quiet.

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(Jughead Jones x Reader): Forsythe Jones, what the hell is wrong with you?

Summary: Jughead confronts Mr. Andrews about the drive in and reader tries talk to him about it, he tries to ditch her but it doesn’t quite go to plan.

Word Count: 1731

Warnings: swearing and kissing (is that even something that needs a warning??)

Author’s Note: This is my first thing on tumblr ahhh (apologies for any spelling/grammar mistakes)


It was one of those terribly sticky and humid days in the middle of the summer, you’d been hanging out with Archie on his porch and he told you his dad was getting really stressed out because he couldn’t find an accountant for the construction company. You’d gone to the Andrew’s Construction office the next morning and offered to help out.

“Please Mr. Andrews, I’m great at math, I’ve been tutoring Archie since pre-school, let me take the job.”

“(Y/N), you’re not even a sophomore yet, are you sure you’re ready for the responsibility? Don’t you want to spend your summer having fun?”

“With all due respect Mr. Andrews, you hired your son to do manual labor, is it really that far of a stretch for me to sit here in the office and crunch some numbers for you?”

“Alright, if you think you’re up for it I guess you can try it out.”


Jughead had popped into the office unexpectedly, he came in all the time now that you were working here, usually to say hi to you (at least you hoped so, you had to think it was pretty unlikely that he visited because he wanted to spend more time with Mr. Andrews).

You were sitting at your desk with stacks of financial records and account papers littered around you. You smiled at Jughead when we walked in but he seemed preoccupied so you turned back to your work.

“Mayor McCoy says you won the contract to tear down the drive-in,” Jughead said while Mr. Andrews poured himself another cup of coffee.

Mr. Andrews sighed but nodded, “I did,” He replied as he went back to his desk, “Look, I’m sorry Jughead. I know how much you love the Twilight, and so do I-”

“Mr. Andrews, just give me one week to track down the person who bought the land, and convince them not to demolish a holy house of cinema.” Jughead begged.

Mr. Andrews looked up at Jughead, trying to reason with him, “It’s a big contract for me, Jug, and for my guys. Whatever they build in the place of the drive-in could me more jobs.”

“In what? Some hypothetical future?” Jughead replies,” You put one Jones out of work, why don’t you put out another, huh?”

“Jug, your dad was taking materials from one of our job sites. I had to let him go.”

It was at this comment made by Mr. Andrews that pulled your head up sharply, you were surprised, you’d known that he’d let Jug’s dad go, but you’d never known why.

“Right. You did what you had to do, like you’re doing here now,” Jughead scoffs, ”later.”

“Jug-” Mr. Andrew starts, but he’s already out the door.

“I’ll go talk to him,” You tell Mr. Andrews as you quickly get up from your desk and head out after him.

“Jug!” You yelled after him, jogging to catch up with his brisk pace, “Please wait,” You said.

“(Y/N), I can’t- I really don’t want to talk about this right now.” He tells you, unable to make eye contact with you.

“That’s fine, we don’t have to, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” You tell him, trying to search his face for what he’s thinking.

“(Y/N)….”

“Jug…” You reply, smirking slightly.

“You know I hate when you do that,” He shoots back, rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“If you didn’t give me so many reasons to smirk then I wouldn’t have to.” You shoot back. There’s something about pushing Jughead’s buttons that you enjoy.

“I’m going home.” he says, turning to leave.

You grabbed his arm and pull him back around to face you again, “Can I walk with you?” You ask him, trying find some excuse to spend time with him. You tell yourself that it’s to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid, but if we’re being honest you just like being around him.

“Don’t you have to work?” Jughead asks with a sharp glance back to the trailer.

“I’m sure Mr. Andrew will let me leave early, just let me grab my stuff, okay?” You reply quickly, he nods and you let go of his arm and run back into the trailer. When you push through the door Mr. Andrews is still sitting at his desk like he’s been waiting for you.

“How’s he doing?” He asks you.

“I’m not sure… Is it okay if I walk him home?” You ask Mr. Andrews, “I swear I’ll stay late tomorrow to make it up.” You add quickly.

“Of course, (Y/N),” He says quickly, “Don’t worry about it, just make sure Jughead’s okay.”

“Thanks Mr. Andrews,” You reply as you grab your jacket and backpack, “See you tomorrow.” you add as you step out the door.

“Okay, Jug, Mr. Andrews said that I can go home,” you say as you close the door and turn around only to see that Jughead as disappeared, “Jug?!” You yell, looking around frantically.

“He went that way,” You hear someone say, whipping around to see one of the guys from the crew pointing down the street.

“Thank you,” You reply quickly before breaking into a sprint.

It only took about a minute to catch up with him, you’re pretty athletic after all, but he didn’t hear you running up to him until you were already on top of him, pushing him to the ground.

“Forsythe Jones, what the hell is wrong with you?” You holler at him as you crouch on top of him, pinning him to the sidewalk, your face inches away from his.

“Ow (Y/N)! When did you get so strong?” He asks, gritting his teeth as he wriggles beneath you, unable to get up.

“What the actual fuck Jughead! What is wrong with you?” You ask, your voice seething with anger, “Why would you just leave like that?”

“People are starting to look,” he says, causing you to glance behind you at the houses and realize that there are several heads poking out from behind curtains. Jughead takes your moment of distraction to turn the table and quickly flips you onto your back, pinning you down just like you pinned him down, “Not so fun? Now is it?” he says, smirking down at you.

“Jughead, my backpack,” You say, you words coming out clipped, as all of your books dig into you sharply, causing you to arch your back in pain.

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He says quickly, jumping off of you and helping you to your feet, “Are you okay?”

You shrug, not wanting him to worry about it, “Can you just walk me home?” You ask, ignoring any concern he may have, “I don’t want to give these people anything more to gossip about.”

As you walk silently to your house Jughead keeps glancing over at you nervously, “Do you really care what people in this town think about you?” He finally asks.

You shoot him a look before staring down at the ground again, “Why does it matter?”

“Because you of all people shouldn’t care.”

“Well, I do. Maybe you should too.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Jughead, you saw the way those people were looking at us through their windows, you you enjoy people looking at you that way?”

“It doesn’t matter to me. They don’t matter to me.”

“Some of us don’t have the luxury to not care,” You reply, trying to not sound to snippy, “I’m not aloof. I’m too self-conscious.”

“But you’re perfect,” Jughead tells you before realizing he just said that aloud, “I mean- you are, you’re smart and funny and amazing, you don’t have anything to be self-conscious about.” He quickly adds as you walk up your front steps.

“Do you have time to help me with some homework?” You ask him, trying to change the subject.

“Sure,” He replies with a shrug, “Do you have any food?” He asks as he rummages through your fridge.

“Grab whatever, I don’t think my parents are coming home tonight so could you grab some for me too,” You reply.

Jughead pulls some leftovers out before you head upstairs to your room. He flops down on your bed the moment you open the door to your room and opens up the containers. You set down your backpack and lean down to grab your homework and wince sharply as you feel more stabbing pains in your back.

“Are you okay? Is it really that bad?” Jug asks as he stands up and walks over to you.

You quickly shrug off your jacket, “I can’t really tell, I’m sure it’s nothing.” You respond quickly.

“Do you want me to look?” He asks, his face furrowed in concern.

“Um…yeah,” You respond, pulling your hair over your shoulder. You pull your sweater over your shoulders, leaving you in just a tank top, causing you to feel even more self-conscious as you turn around, “Just check here and here,” You say quickly, pointing the best that you can to where you can still feel the impression of your textbooks.

You can feel his fingers gently trail over your shoulder and your breath hitches ever so slightly, “May I…?” He asks.

“Oh yeah, I don’t mind.” You respond a little too quickly as he gently pulls the back of your tank top down a little bit so he can look.

“It looks like it pierced the skin a little bit, there’s some blood,” He tells you quietly before lifting it up the bottom of your tank top, “Same down here.”

“Thanks,” You tell him as he pulls your tank top back down, his fingers lingering slightly before you turn back around.

“I’m really sorry about that, I wasn’t even thinking and I-” He starts saying, but you’re not listening to him, you’re just looking at his lips and before you think better of it you cut him off, pressing your lips against his.

You break away quickly, “Jug, I really like-” You art telling him, trying to confess your feeling for him, but then he gets payback and cuts you off in return, pulling you close.

You finally gain up enough willpower to pull yourself away, opening your eyes and breathing heavily.

“I really like you too, (Y/N),” He tells you as he wraps his arms around you.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Could you rec some fics in which Derek and Stiles are already in a relationship? Thanks<3.

yuppp but you should also check out my categories! There is a Established Relationship Tag

When the Sky Fills With Rain

Summary: Derek raised an eyebrow. “You know I can shop for myself, right?”

“I know you can,” Stiles said. “But I don’t think you will. So we’re gonna go to Walmart and get you a couple packs of tank tops ’cause you look really hot in those and some more t-shirts and Henleys and basically whatever you need, and I’m going to stare at you and maybe drool a little while you try them on. And then we can go to wherever you usually buy jeans and I’m going to stare at your ass while you try those on.”

“Good to know,” Derek said dryly.

Stiles grinned. “Yup. And then you can wash them in my washing machine and leave them on my couch until they stop smelling like strangers and smell like us.”

Derek absolutely did not turn red.

Or: 5 Times Stiles Took Care of Derek and One Time Derek Took Care of Stiles.

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One Day I’ll Accept Normalcy (But That Day Is Not Today)

Summary: “You know this still really weird, right?” Stiles asks around the toothpaste in his mouth.

“What’s weird?” Derek asks. Stiles spits and rinses his mouth out.

“The cuddling. The cuddling is weird. This-” Stiles says, holding up his toothbrush to the mirror. “-is weird. The fact that I have spare clothes here is weird.”

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same losing lucky numbers

Summary: DEREK HALE: PERFECT BOYFRIEND. That’s it. That’s the whole thing.

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Hindsight is 20/20

Summary: When John imagined having a grandkid, he naively assumed that his son’s quirks would be diluted by another set of genes. Given that there is currently a naked four year old on his porch, looking almost smarmy about the fact that even Derek can’t find his socks…

Well, in hindsight, John really should have expected this.

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The Tree of Life - First Time (Part 10 | Final)

Chapter Summary: You and Castiel are finally able to be together, just the way you knew you were meant to be.
A/N: I’m so glad you all have enjoyed this series! It was probably one of my favorites to write! And I can’t wait for you all to see what I have in store next. And no, there isn’t a an opening at the end for a potential sequel, nope. I’d never do that.
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Warnings: smut (finally!), oral (female & male receiving), and fluff
Word Count: 2,856

Music to set the mood: First time - Lifehouse

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“So um-” you started, pausing for a moment to bite your bottom lip, “we should uh-”

Castiel cut you off as he stood up and offered you his hand, “I have been thinking the same thing.”

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Just the idea of having sex had always made you nervous. It wasn’t the act itself, rather, the emotional toll it took on humans. Sex was meant to be between soulmates. It was meant to create a bond between you and your soulmate. Hooking up with some random would only make it more painful for you in the long run. Though, this never stopped people from hooking up.

But now, you were no longer nervous. You no longer had any reason to be afraid of getting hurt. Castiel was your soulmate, and the two of you were meant to be together, for the rest of your lives.

It almost brought tears to your eyes, the room that Castiel had set up for you to stay in. He’d went out to your van, taken a few things, and placed them in your room, making it feel even more like home. Cas had taken your bed set off of your bed, some knickknacks, and he had even strung up your Christmas lights, creating a perfectly relaxing atmosphere.

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A/N: Um, what is this? I really don’t know. It’s been 100+ degrees here in Detroit lately, so you guys get this. S2 AU featuring Bellamy being really, really distracted by Clarke. You know what they say, heat waves make people feel all kinds of feels…..

Bellamy is losing his mind.

It’s about 12,000 degrees outside and the sunlight radiating off the dropship makes it ten times worse.

Their second year on the ground comes with a peace treaty, small animals to farm and blazing heat, apparently. Taking another bite out of his apple, he tenses when he hears the gate to the camp open and sees Dr. Griffin marching towards him, her trusty guards at her side.

“Abby, I would say it’s a pleasure to see you, but…”

Abby Griffin grinds her teeth. “I’m here to see Clarke.”

Bellamy clicks his tongue. “That’s unfortunate. She’s just gone into the med bay with a patient. I would go get her for you,” he says, pleasantly, his amusement growing when he can tell Abby is rapidly losing patience with him, “but she told me, and I quote, if you interrupt me, I will rip your arm off. So.”

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Hi! Just wanted to say that I love your blog. I'm having a really rough week (I know it's only Monday) and was wondering if you had some tooth rotting sterek fluff. Like Stiles is having an off day and Derek just wants to make him feel better. Thanks 😙

I’m so sorry that you had such a rough week! I hope these can cheer you up 😘

When the Sky Fills With Rain

Summary: Derek raised an eyebrow. “You know I can shop for myself, right?”

“I know you can,” Stiles said. “But I don’t think you will. So we’re gonna go to Walmart and get you a couple packs of tank tops ’cause you look really hot in those and some more t-shirts and Henleys and basically whatever you need, and I’m going to stare at you and maybe drool a little while you try them on. And then we can go to wherever you usually buy jeans and I’m going to stare at your ass while you try those on.”

“Good to know,” Derek said dryly.

Stiles grinned. “Yup. And then you can wash them in my washing machine and leave them on my couch until they stop smelling like strangers and smell like us.”

Derek absolutely did not turn red.

Or: 5 Times Stiles Took Care of Derek and One Time Derek Took Care of Stiles.

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same losing lucky numbers

Summary: DEREK HALE: PERFECT BOYFRIEND. That’s it. That’s the whole thing.

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I’m too scared of what you think

Summary: Derek knows that Stiles doesn’t like to wait.

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Shiver

Summary: Stiles has really, really cold hands. Luckily, Derek knows just what to do about that.

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well I’m lookin’ for a dream on a mean machine

Summary: “Derek Hale. Did you plan a sexy teenaged fantasy motorcycle date for our anniversary?”

“I’m regretting it now,” says Derek.

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Niall showing off his drumming skills to Josh in Through the Dark (he knows exactly how to play this bit on the drums (。♥‿♥。)) 

BTS Reacting to GF showing her boobs in her sleep

*Jungkook voice* Oh my gahd. Poor boys, their girlfriend is evil.

- Admin Raspberry Jam

Jin:

He was sleeping peacefully until he felt pressure on his arm. He opened his eyes slowly, looking down at his arm to see what was making his arm tingly. His eyes widened and he gulped as he saw what was happening. You were holding his arm between your cleavage but it got worse: he could see the soft skin of your boobs. It was rather uncomfortable sleeping with a bra, so you got rid of it before going to bed, not knowing that you will flash your boyfriend later that night. Seokjin tried to move his arm as gently as he could, but when you let out a whine and cuddled close, he knew he wouldn’t be able to escape.

“ I just have to be strong and make it through the night.”

Originally posted by jinful

Suga:

Fuck his life, he thought as he pondered over what to do. He was woken up from his sleep to find you snuggling his arm and from all places, it had to be between your boobs. You were a heavy but also messy sleeper, which caused your tank top to slide down a bit, revealing your cleavage. Yoongi was not okay at the moment, looking everywhere but down at your cleavage as he tried hard to restrain from shaking you awake to deal with his problem, that you caused in the first place. He licked his lips, tried to breathe and calm himself, but it was not really working.

“ She’s gonna be in a lot of troubles in the morning.

Originally posted by syubbie

J-Hope:

Hoseok let out a shocked gasp and froze with his mouth wide open, looking down at how his arm was resting right between your boobs, which were now uncovered. He could feel that you were not wearing a bra, which made everything harder *no pun intended*. He took the blanket and raised it, making sure that he protects your body from his bandmates and from the cold. His face showed that this was like torture for him, being trapped next to his favorite things in the world *you and boobs* and not being able to do anything.

“ Someone save me from this, please. It’s too much.”

Originally posted by eatjin

Rap Monster:

He stayed up for a while, busy with the production of a new song, leaving you to go to sleep by yourself. When he finally got to bed, next to your sleeping figure, he was surprised that you immediately wrapped your arms around his arm and dragged it closer to your body, right between your cleavage. He mumbled under his breath that you were a bit unfair to him, sleeping like that and torturing him.He slapped himself to stop from peeking down at your cleavage, which was a very tempting thing for him, especially since your shirt was revealing your boobs that were clearly free from a bra, much to his despair.

“ Ah jagi, you’re playing dirty, not fair.”

Originally posted by snowmons

Jimin:

This boy, as soon as you woke him up with your movements, would be all smirks and be smug and all. He definitely enjoyed the warmth and softness of your cleavage and he was not gonna complain about it. He smirked a little, as some dirty thoughts crossed his mind, but he quickly shook them off, remembering that he shared the room with two other members. His mood changed quickly into a bit more annoyed one, wishing that it was just the two of you. He let you sleep but he made a mental note to sleep at your apartment the next night.

“ If only the boys weren’t in this room as well, jagi.”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

V:

He didn’t think too much about it in the beginning. He often slept with his head resting on your cleavage so he wasn’t very affected. But as you started squirming around in your sleep, your shirt moved and it revealed your boobs and that finally got him. He tucked your shirt up a little bit, so it would cover you and then tried to remove his arm from your grip, since it was getting a bit uncomfortable. Seeing that you will not move, he froze a bit, not knowing what to do next.

“ Ah jagi, why won’t you let go?”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Jungkook:

Oh my god, what is this? His eyes were wide and glued to your chest, where his arm was held “prisoner” between your boobs, which were a bit revealed due to your tank top being a bit too loose. His face changed into a grimace, as he clenched his teeth trying to remain calm and not freak out. He tried to slip out of your grip, but he couldn’t move without waking you up. He remained frozen for a few minutes, trying to come with a solution, but he failed so he just took deep breaths and cursed for the small tent down there.

“ Ah i’m so much trouble right now, help.

Originally posted by sugutie

The Plan

Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader

Word Count: Just under 2000

Warnings: A little fluffy, a little angsty, and some cursing.

Notes: A new Mick and reader fic! I am potentially going to turn this into a series but I’m not sure yet. Feedback would be amazing! Thanks guys, enjoy!


Baby pulled into the garage of the British Men of Letters bunker and, on cue, you leaned over the front seat and yanked down the passenger mirror, making sure you still looked as good as you did when you left.

“Would you like me to move?” Sam smirked, staring at you.

“No, you’re good,” you replied, running a hand through your hair before sitting back. Sam chuckled and pushed the mirror back up as Dean parked.

“Y/N, you look great,” Dean said, rolling his eyes. “And even if you were here with no make-up, messy hair and pyjamas, Mick would still think you were the most beautiful woman in the world.”

You blushed but couldn’t help giggling. You knew Dean was right; you and Mick had been flirting constantly over the last few months when you’d been able to see each other. You’d put it in a little extra effort today, hoping it might be the day he asked you out for dinner.

“Dean’s right. You look very pretty, Y/N.” Castiel announced, giving you a reassuring smile and squeezing your hand.

“What would I do without you guys, huh?” You chuckled, rolling your eyes as you left the car and made your way to the conference room.

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