cherry bite

My Perfect Type ~ Kim Taehyung [SMUT]

Group: BTS
Member: Kim Taehyung
Type: Fluff/Smut
Word Count: 2238

When I get asked about my “perfect“ type, I often hesitate and struggle to find an answer. Because the truth is, I don’t believe that such a thing exists. You don’t fall in love according to your perfect type. You fall in love not because you decide that person suits you the most, you fall in love because your heart decides. When you fall for a person you don’t immediately stop feeling attracted towards them because they might not have blue eyes, brown hair and perfect skin like you want them to. People often fall for someone because of the way they behave. They might fall for the little things you do. The way you greet every person you pass by so kindly, the way your eyes light up when you’re rambling about the things you’re passionate about for hours or the way you wear your hair up in a messy ponytail and walk around in your pajamas all day on a Saturday. The cute little noises you make when you try your hardest not to fall asleep on him. Maybe they’ve fallen for you because of all the little things you don’t even realize you do. Maybe before they’ve started talking to you and got lost in your eyes, you weren’t their type either. 
I turn my head to Taehyung, his eyes are glistening under the moonlight as his gaze is fixed on the road in front of him, a slight smile tugging on the edge of his cherry lips. I bite down on my lower lip and nod to myself.

Maybe I wasn’t his perfect type when we first interacted but I’m the person he’s loving so passionately, the person he can’t go seconds without talking to, the person he calls beautiful every morning and I’m alright with that. I’m alright with him being the person I’ll be introducing to my parents as the person I will love until the rest of our lives.
That’s why, when I get asked about my ideal type I often respond with “I don’t have one” because I can’t tell them the truth. I can’t tell them that my ideal type is Kim Taehyung.  All I ever wanted was someone with a good heart and soft touch. Someone who can talk about their favorite things for hours and get totally lost in it. Someone who is willing to hold me during my worst nightmares but also can let me go when needed. Someone who hugs me from behind and tells me that everything will be alright when I’m feeling anxious. Someone who is proud to show me off in front of his friends, someone who tells me I’m pretty and kisses my forehead when I don’t feel like facing the world. Someone who gets jealous when I’m talking to another man but when confronted, won’t admit it. Someone who can tell me those three magical words over and over again and make it feel like the first time.
And I’m proud to have found that someone who I was never planning on meeting, someone who I thought I would never date until the day of our first date and since then, I’ve been proud to be his perfect type.

He puts the car into park and turns off the engine.
“Ready?” He asks, ripping me out of my daydream and I turn my head to the door to my house. The door my parents are waiting anxiously behind for our arrival, to finally meet my boyfriend. I gulp, feeling the anxiety raise inside of me. A lot of thoughts are running through my mind and I start feeling sweaty. Suddenly I feel his warm hand take mine into his and turn my reddened face towards him. He’s smiling at me passionately, his gaze meeting mine.

“It’s okay.” he says, his voice coming out in nothing more than a whisper. He cups my face with his hands and runs his thumb over my cheek, nodding understandingly. “I’m sure they won’t be able to hate me. If I was able to make you fall for me, I’m sure I’ll enchant them the minute we walk through that door.” he continues and points past me at the door at the end of my driveway.
I nod at his words and smile back at him once before placing a peck on his lips.

“You’re right. We’ll do fine.”

Taehyung exists the car before me and I watch his masculine frame run around the car to my side and opening the door for me. I giggle at his cute behavior and take his hand into mine. He lets the car door fall shut behind me and intertwines our fingers. The coming home light at the end of the driveway turns on and I hear familiar voices coming from behind the door.
“Ready” Taehyung asks, looking at me reassuringly.  Something inside me softens by his confident tone and gives me the last strength to do this.

I’m staring at my dad across the table, poking the steak on my plate with my fork. He doesn’t notice my worrying expression and keeps his eyes peeled on Taehyung sitting next to me. His hand takes mine under the table and circles the back of it with his thumb. I turn my attention towards him to see him smiling at me brightly. “Eat or your dinner will get cold.” he suggests, gesturing towards my poked food.
I let out a loud laugh and nod, shoving a piece into my mouth as I try to avoid eye contact with my dad. I hear a loud groan but decide to ignore it to not make things even more comfortable.
Mom is running around hectically, making sure Taehyung is not missing anything.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything else?” she asks, for what feels like the tenth time this evening.

I roll my eyes, feeling a hint of embarrassment by their behavior. “Mother…” I groan annoyed but Taehyung cuts me off.

“No it’s okay, thank you. Thank you for the food and welcoming me so heartily.” he answers in a soft tone, stroking your arm under the table.

I turn my head towards my mother and see her admiring Taehyung. She lets out a sigh, tilting her head to the sight to get a better view of him.
“What a lovely young gentleman and so handsome, you must feel proud to have him by your side, Y/N.”
I smile at her words, glad to have her think of him like that.
“Always take care of her like she’s the only treasurable thing in your live. If something happens to my babygirl because of you.“ my dad finally speaks up, raising his voice as he continues rambling. I want to cut him off in fright that Taehyung won’t understand his words as teasing.

“Don’t worry sir. I already think of her that way.”

I turn off the light in the bathroom and crawl into bed, lifting the covers over my body. Taehyung enters the room shortly after and winks at me from across the room. I giggle, lifting the covers over my head to silence my laughter.
Taehyung jumps into bed next to me and lifts the covers off my body, throwing them away. His gaze meets mine. He steadies his masculine body over mine and smiles gently.
“You did well today.” I admit, running my thumb over his cheek. A smile tugs on the edge of his lips by my confession.
“It was so hard princess…” he moans teasingly and pouts at me. I giggle, hitting his arm playfully.

“I should get something for my hard work.” He says, looking at me with big eyes. I furiously shake my head. “No, we can’t.” I respond, catching onto his train of thought and looking at him in disbelief.
He hits the bedding next to my head in frustration before looking at me again, biting down on his lower lip teasingly. “Please…”
I hesitate for a moment, trying to stay strong. “Remember what my dad said?” I ask and Taehyung nods knowingly.

“I’ll cut off your balls if you lay one of your filthy hands on my daughter.” He answers in a mocking voice and you can’t help but giggle at his impression.

Taehyung hands land firmly on each side of my head and he leans close to my face, so close that I can feel his breath brush across my ear. “Let’s keep it down.” he growls into your ear, placing a kiss on my earlobe.
A sharp sound of pleasure climbs my throat and I wrap my arms around my neck, threading my fingers through his wet hair, holding him to me.
Taehyung puts his hands on your waist, his fingers gently drifting along my back down to my hips, teasing the skin just beneath the waistband of my pants. He bends his head and places a soft kiss on my lips. The kiss grows deeper, hungrier until he breaks away from my lips and sears a trail of kisses down my neck, his hand roaming freely up my leg. I arch against him, pressing my breasts into his chest, looking for some relief for the ache that is spreading through my body, beating a pulse at the apex of my thighs.
He angles his head and deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine. I dug my nails into the back of his neck, trying to anchor myself to the ground.
He abandons my lips and blazes a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone and down the V-neck of my blouse, to the curve of my cleavage.
“You, Y/N.” he rasps. “Need to be unbuttoned, very badly.”

He slips the top button of my blouse through the hole. The fabric separates and he bents his head, kissing the slice of newly revealed skin. He reaches the button beneath my bra, kissing down my stomach until my shirt is completely gone. He traces a line up my midsection with the tip of his tongue. He pushes the blouse off my shoulders and I buckle my hips to help him remove it easier.
He pushes his thigh between my legs, grinding his erection into my hip and covering my mouth with his. He reaches behind me and unclips my bra, letting it fall loose. Taehyung leans in and runs the flat of his tongue over your hardened nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth. A sharp, hot arrow of desire hits me straight in the stomach and radiates out. My core aching.
He releases my nipple and his eyes wander down the body below him, licking his lips in satisfaction. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

He puts his hands on my thighs and pushes my pants down, revealing more skin. “I want these,” he moves his hand to the top of my leg, brushing his thumb along my hipbone, over the thin fabric of my lazed panties, “off.”

Before I can even process the rough words, he hooks his fingers into my underwear and starts tugging them down my legs.
“So much better.” he says, smirking at me seductively before he crawls off the bed and kneels down in front of my entrance, pulling my body closer to him.
When he leans in, his broad shoulders force her legs apart.
The first pass of his tongue over my flesh shocks me and I buck beneath his mouth, the pleasure so sharp, so intense. He grips her hips, blunt-tipped fingers digging into my skin as he holds me still, forcing me to submit.
I cover my eyes with my arm, my hips moving in time with the strokes of his tongue. I let out a silent moan of pleasure and press my body into his tongue. Suddenly he delivers a harsh slap to the inside of my thigh and I groan out in pain. Taehyung looks up at me from between my legs, his lips glistening.
“We don’t want to get caught, do we?” He asks teasingly and I shake my head.

He releases his hold on one of my hips and drops his hand down between my legs, his fingers joining with his mouth. He teases the entrance to my body with his finger, just teasing as he continues to taste me. I bite down on my fingers and squeeze my eyes shut to suppress moans from slipping out accidentally.
Then he slides a finger deep inside, stretching me while his tongue works its way over my clit again. I moan out in pleasure, pressing myself wantonly against his hot mouth. I want everything he can give and more.

He growls low in his throat and grabs my ass, delving his tongue deep inside.
“Is this what you want?” he says, sliding a finger deep inside at the same time he captures my clit between his lips, giving it a brief tug.
I pant and arch against him. “Yes, more.”
He adds another finger, and then slides them both in and out of me, exhaling his own groan. “You’re so tight baby.”

When I feel the knot in my stomach tighten, Taehyung releases himself from my sex and steadies himself over my body again. I curl my legs tighter around his body. He presses his lips against mine in a passionate kiss, his hands cupping my thighs, hooking them around his hips. He rocks his erection against me, creating glorious friction. I mewl and gyrate my hips underneath him.
“Tell me what you need.” he commands. I bite down on my lower lip and try to catch my breath. Just as I clutch him close, he quickly clasps my hands and pulls them over my head with one hand.
While I inhale deeply, he presses his hardness against my sex and locks eyes with me. “Tell me what you need.” he repeats, raising his voice at me slightly.
“You, daddy. Just you.” I repeat between heavy breaths.

His lips form into a smirk at my words and he nods, pulling his boxer shorts down with his free hand, revealing his erection to me. “That’s all I ever needed to hear.”
He pumps himself a few times, silent moans escaping his lips. I watch the pre-cum leak from his tip and lick my lips hungrily. He uses his hand to squeeze my thighs and lock my legs in position. The head of his cock bumps into my fast-slickening opening and my juices damp my inner thighs. His fingers dug deeply into my flesh. He hands control over to me for a few moments, groaning as I buck forward and impale my entrance on the smooth, hot steel of his cock.
I rear up and his cock struck my clit, sending electric quivers of pleasure through me. He slowly eases himself further into me, filling me up completely and holding his thrusts to help me adjust to him.
He quickens his pace, his thighs hitting mine, pressing me further into the mattress. He watches our bodies as one and he rims my opening with his fingertip, circling around his dick.
He grasps my bottom, squeezing my butt cheek as he quickens his thrusts. I moan out at the sensation, feeling my  walls tighten around him.
I let my head fall into the white bedsheet and moan out as my orgasm rushes through my body.
Taehyung thrusts into me faster when he feels me coming around him and feels his orgasms rush through his body, groaning as he comes onto my stomach.

I’m sitting at the table, still exhausted from last night’s activity. I’m quietly chewing on a piece of bread, with my hand stroking Taehyung’s hand gently when suddenly my brother speaks up. “Did you sleep well Taehyung?” he asks, grinning mischievously. I gulp, feeling the blood rush into my cheeks.
Taehyung looks between him and your brother and nods. “I did.”
“Was impossible not to hear.” He answers quietly, his words coming out as nothing more than a whisper as he giggles.
My dad clears his throat and leans closer to my boyfriend. “What did I say about laying a hand on my daughter?” he asks.
I suddenly feel a rush of anxiety run through my body as I notice the smirk tugging on Taehyung’s lips. He leans in closer, his mouth only a hairs-breadth away from my dad’s.
“I can’t help that your daughter calls me daddy too…” he answers, winking at him before leaning back into the chair.

I nearly choke on my toast by his words and look at him with big eyes. Maybe my perfect type isn’t so perfect after all.

Love, Youngmi

Just a Little Jealous (NSFW...ish)

A/N: I found a gif and I wanted my wifee @mrsgabrieltrickster  to talk me out of it but then she made a great point and boop here you go DESTIEL WARNING

He was staring just a little too long, laughing just a little too hard. 

And Castiel, though a patient man, is on the edge of losing his temper. Dean smiles – the smile that crinkles his eyes and tugs at his cheeks – at the woman in front of him, smoothing his hand down his suit jacket.

“I appreciate your time ma’am,” Dean says, cocking an eyebrow as she jots down a number on a piece of paper. “We do have a few more questions–”

“Just in case I forget,” she purrs, offering him the number. Castiel cocks an eyebrow, clearing his throat. “If you have any more questions,” she blurts. Sam shifts in his seat, frowning as the angel lets out a short breath. 

“And we appreciate that ma’am,” Sam cuts in. Dean nods in agreement, clamping his mouth shut as Castiel shoots him a glare. 

“Dean, a word,” he grunts, shooting Sam a look before heading down the hallway.

“U-uhm…we like to get a good feel for your home…so my colleagues are…gonna have a look,” Sam says, followed by an uncomfortable laugh. 

Castiel walks into the first room he can find, dragging Dean along with him. The moment the door closes, he’s pushing Dean against a shelf of books, gripping both of his wrists. 

“Is she your type?” Castiel growls, his voice a whisper. Dean shudders out a response, grunting as the other man forced his leg between his thighs. “I know when you’re flirting Dean, you aren’t subtle.”

“I wasn’t – fuck – you’re just –” He cuts himself off as Castiel’s grace wraps around his neck, a stifled moan escaping him. “This really isn’t the time Cas,” he chuckles, tilting his head as Castiel’s lips met his neck. 

“Then stop looking at her.” His voice is muffled against the Winchester’s neck, but the assertion is clearly heard. “Stop laughing at her jokes.” He pauses, rolling his hips and gaining a light whimper from Dean. God, the sounds he makes can send Castiel’s head spinning in seconds. 

“J-jealous fuck,” Dean breathes, his eyes widening as the tingle of Castiel’s grace teased down the length of his cock.

“You’re right, I am a ‘jealous fuck’, Dean.” Castiel pauses, letting out a long, hot breath against Dean’s neck. Dean shudders, his hands gripping into fists. “And I suppose you want me to stop?” he asks. He shakes his head, groaning as Castiel grinds against him. “Then what? I thought this wasn’t the time, Dean –”

“S-stop fucking around,” he whines. 

“Oh, I will.” Castiel begins pulling away, chuckling as Dean lets out a desperate whine. 

“Please?” he breathes, biting his cherry red lip between his teeth. Smiling, Castiel reclaims his place pressed up against his boyfriend, nuzzling against his sensitive skin. 

Sam stares ahead with a tight-lipped smile, his eyes wide as moans echo down the hallway.

“I am…beyond sorry ma’am.”


A/N: If you get the reference in the title, I will love you forever! Hint: Charles, Xavier. -Admin Germane :3

Originally posted by fawnave

Word Count: 1482

You first saw him at a club a few days ago. You normally didn’t frequent these places, and were feeling out of place in your little black dress. You had only come to listen to the new band that was performing, but the booze was plentiful, and soon you were tipsy and starting to become bold in your actions. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him sit down next to you.

“What’s a pretty lady like you doing in a crappy place like this?” he asked you. His voice was smooth, his eyes dark, and his face was beautiful. Honestly, he was prettier than most people in the world, and it was a wonder why he was talking with you.

“I needed to…release some tension.” you said. You picked your words carefully, his lean but muscular body was eye candy for you and you had to bite your cherry stained lips from releasing a groan.

“Oh, is that so? Have you been able to release this tension?” he smirked, placing his hand on your left thigh. His thumb stroked the exposed skin carefully, thoroughly, before his hand squeezed softly. You licked your lips, subconsciously moving towards his touch as you shook your head. The man tsked, his eyes growing darker as his hand moved higher. He leaned down towards your ear, nipping the skin softly before speaking.

“Would you like me to help you feel good?” his voice grew husky and his lips were plush, hot, and wet against your skin.

“Please?” you moaned softly. The man led you out to the dance floor, molding himself to you as his hips moved sinfully against yours. You returned his passion, moving your hips and throwing your arms around his shoulders as your lips nibbled at his neck. You could feel the man growl in his throat and he leaned down to place a hot kiss on your lips. You melted in his arms, kissing him back with fervor. His lips were so soft, you didn’t want to stop kissing him. But the nagging voice in the back of your mind woke up and red sirens flashed in your mind.

“H-Hey,” you mumbled, pulling his hands off of your body. “I-I’m sorry, but I have a boyfriend.” you admitted softly.

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.” the man smirked, leaning down to capture your lips again but you stepped away.

“I’m sorry. You’re really attractive and an amazing kisser, but-”

“Then stay.” he tempted, trying to get closer to you but you kept stepping back.

“I can’t. Sorry.” you rushed, making a run towards the door but he grabbed your wrist.

“Will I ever see you again? I didn’t even get your name.” he looked at you with pleading eyes and your heart skipped a beat.

“Don’t count on it. I’m sorry.” you ripped your hand away and left the club in a rush. You felt awful for betraying your boyfriend, but why did you feel even worse for leaving this mystery man behind?


You were out of milk. That was the only reason you went to the grocery store two days later. It was supposed to be a get in, get out mission, but the coupons and sales at the door tempted you. Before you knew it you were ripping out coupons and putting bargain priced foods in your shopping cart.

“Hmm, there’s a buy one get one free deal on pints of ice cream. Should I?” you muttered to yourself, looking down at the ad wearily. You had already picked up deals on discounted pasta, peanuts, and salad mixers. Also grabbing a deal on tomatoes and garlic for 69 cents a pound. You turned down the frozen isles subconsciously, staring at the ice cream in the case with a glare.

“You’re the devils food, you are.” you muttered, grabbing one chocolate and one cookies and cream. Your roommate was on her period, and she’d thank you later for picking up her favorite ice cream. That’s when you saw him.

He stood at the other end of the isle, looking at the frozen vegetables. He looked different from when you last saw him; he wore dad jeans and a pastel pull over sweater, and he had large, circular wire-rimmed glasses perched over his eyes. His hair was tousled and messy, but that somehow only made him look more attractive. His lips were just as you remembered; pink and plump. You were so shocked you dropped one of the ice creams, and it rolled and rolled, gently hitting his foot. He looked down, picking up the ice cream and searching for the owner when his eyes locked with yours. He moved towards you, a small smirk etched on his lips.

“I believe this is yours?” he asked, handing you the ice cream.

“You look different.” you spoke without thinking, and he chuckled at your outburst.

“I could say the same about you,” he eyed you carefully, staring at your low-cut shirt, gray sweatpants, and black converse.

“I didn’t expect staying here for long.” you admitted, running a hand through your messy hair.

“It’s alright, I’m a bargain hunter too. You look cute though.” he smiled and you stared at him in shock; whether out of the compliment or that you met someone that liked couponing as much as you did.

“Do you mind if I shop with you?” he asked, you bit your lip hesitantly.

“I guess.” you agreed, and the man’s face lit up.

“It’s Seokjin, by the way.” he held out his hand to you when he brought his own cart over to yours. You took it.

“Y/N.” you allowed a small smile to spread over your cheeks.

You forgot to buy the milk.


After the shopping incident you allowed Seokjin to become your friend, letting him over to your place more and more; mainly to have a fun cooking buddy. He was sweet, corny, but seductive at the same time. Multiple times you had to remind him of your taken status when his hands traveled too low during a hug or when his eyes lingered for too long. And multiple times you had to excuse yourself, trying to stop your racing heart.

You were at his place today, curled up on his couch as you watched a chick-flick with him. Your boyfriend didn’t like the sappy romance much, but Seokjin did, so he became your movie buddy. You both were watching “The Notebook” today.

“Don’t you think it’s so romantic Seokjin? He wrote to her, every single day.” you gushed. Seokjin chuckled, the arm he placed around your shoulders tugging you closer.

“Yeah, it is. But I’m a much better kisser than Ryan Gosling is.” he tsked, watching the kissing scene in the rain with dissatisfaction.

“Oh c'mon, that scene is iconic! You’re just jealous.” you protested.

“Am not! I can prove it though.” he smirked, leaning his head down closer to yours. You scooted away.

“I have a boyfriend, remember?” you reminded him and he groaned.

“Alright! Fine! I cave Y/N, you win! Now please, just kiss me. I haven’t kissed you in a week, your boyfriend is dying here.” Seokjin begged, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes in the world. You giggled and gave him what he wanted.

His lips attacked yours, savoring the feel and the taste that was purely you. You smiled at his eagerness and cupped his cheeks, giving him more stability to work with. His hands ran through your hair, pulling you closer in a frenzy of passion and pent up frustration. He made out with you for what seemed like forever, his tongue joining the party somewhere in the mix, before he finally let you go, both of your faces flushed and lips bruised.

“Jesus babe, I didn’t think you’d last that long.” you laughed as he brought you into his arms.

“What can I say, I’m pretty amazing, but your acting is getting better baby!” Seokjin encouraged, giving you a peck on the cheek.

“Thank you, but you owe me dinner now, and it better be beef. I think I deserve it for not touching my boyfriend for a week.” Seokjin scoffed.

“You?! What about my pain? I had to flirt but not touch to stay in character, that was torture when you looked so pretty.” he whined.

“You broke character first, and rules are rules.” you teased, and Seokjin pouted.

“Fine. But we’re not doing another role-play session for a while; I need to memorize your body again, it seems like it’s been forever since I last touched you.” he said, letting his hands wander down to cup and squeeze your ass.

“You’re so needy Seokjin.” you moaned softly, and he smirked.

“You’re one to talk babe. C'mon, I don’t think I can wait any longer before I lose my self-control.”

Making Sense

A SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Countdown

There was flour fucking everywhere.

“Did any of the flour get into the bowl?” Baz mused as Simon dumped another cup of the powder on the countertop, dropping a ball of dough on top and sending a cloud of flour drifting across the kitchen.

“Shut up,” Simon grinned, gingerly biting the leftover dough off of his fingers.  “Do you think we put in enough cherries?”

“We already did double what the recipe called for.”

“I know, but I want there to be cherries -”

“In every bite,” Baz finished, smiling fondly at Simon concentrating on the dough, his brow furrowing involuntarily.  Baz loved that furrow.  That furrow was only one of countless things Baz loved about Simon.

Simon turned to meet his eye, and Baz quickly dropped his gaze to the flour-covered counter.  Baz loved Simon’s eyes too much to even be able to look at them.  It was like trying to stare at the sun; he had to look away after a second, but the image was still there, stuck behind his own eyes, burnt onto his retinas.

Oblivious little fuck.

“Should I roll it thinner?” Simon asked, snapping Baz out of his thoughts.  Not that it mattered, the thoughts would carry on, like subtitles in his brain, impossible to ignore.

“It looks fine,” Baz shook his head.  “I wonder though, should we add something to them?  Like peppermint extract or something?”

“Why would we do that?”

“They are meant to be for a Christmas party…”

“So we’ll make Christmas cookies next,” Simon shrugged, “I’m not going to change the scones, they’re perfect as they are.”

Baz got an idea.  “How about we cut them with Christmas cutters?”

Simon laughed.  “The scones?”



They dipped their cookie cutters in the inch-thick layer of flour that covered the counter and cut their scones into Christmas trees and gingerbread men.  They worked in silence, side by side, Baz trying to hide the bristling that occurred whenever he was close to Simon.  He still found it hard to believe that after all these years of being friends and spending time together, Simon had still never seemed to notice the effect he had on Baz.

They both reached into the flour bowl at the same time, their hands brushing.  It shouldn’t have made Baz blush, it wasn’t like they never touched each other, but Baz couldn’t help the fact that every touch felt like an electric shock, like it made his neck crawl.

The second their hands brushed, Baz fought the urge to snatch his back.  He wasn’t expecting Simon to do the snatching.

Baz peeked at Simon’s face.  The boy was staring down at the dough, but his eyes were wide and his cheeks were…

Don’t overthink it, he told himself. You mean nothing to him, not like that.

But there was that tiny voice inside somewhere that kept him hoping.  What if you do?

“Ready for the oven then?” Simon broke the silence, a little loudly for such a simple question, especially with Baz right beside him.

“Sure,” Baz replied, trying to sound light, and they transferred the dough onto the pan, sliding it into the oven and setting the timer. Baz brushed the flour dust off his hands and turned back to Simon.  “Now we wait.”

Simon had an odd expression on his face.  He stared sort of… past Baz, like he was so lost in thought that he was seeing the things he was thinking, and they were happening right behind Baz.  “What shall we do in the meantime?” Simon murmured.

“Well,” Baz watched Simon’s face, puzzled.  “We could start to clean up, I guess.”

Simon’s eyes narrowed.  “We could, yeah.”

“Did you have something else in mind?”

Suddenly Simon’s eyes met Baz’s, too quickly for Baz to look away.  He returned the gaze as coolly as he could, feeling more and more exposed with every second that dragged by.  “Something wrong?” he managed, his mouth dry.

“No,” Simon murmured, not looking away.  “Nothing’s wrong.  In fact, something’s right.  Everything’s right.”  He took a deep breath.  “Everything is… making sense.”


Simon took a step towards Baz, then another.  His gaze was so intense that Baz instinctively backed up, finding that he had nowhere to go, he was already backed against the counter. “Simon,” he stammered, “what are you doing?”

“There’s…” Simon cocked his head up at Baz, now only inches away.  “There’s flour on your face.”  He reached a hand up to brush his thumb across Baz’s cheek, so softly that it felt like a butterfly’s touch.  Baz could hear his heart pounding in his ears, louder and louder and…

And then Simon reached up…

And Baz’s heart went silent.

Because Simon was kissing him.  Shyly.  On the mouth.

Baz’s eyes scrunched shut, and he went so tense that his stomach almost felt sick.

Simon dropped away from Baz’s mouth.  When Baz opened his eyes, Simon’s face was red, and his brow was furrowed again.  “I’m sorry,” he muttered.

Baz had to take a couple of breaths before he found his voice. “W-what for?”

Simon’s eyes were blurring up.  “I thought I’d figured it out,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “I thought that you wanted… that. I guess not.”

“Did… did you want that?”

Simon squeezed his eyes shut, and a tear dripped from one of them.  “It doesn’t matter.”

“Simon,” Baz rushed to dry the tear from Simon’s cheek, not even thinking about the gesture.  “I need to know.”

For once, it was Simon who couldn’t meet Baz’s eyes.  “Yes, alright?  I wanted it, but clearly you didn’t, so let’s just forget it happened and carry on.”  His voice was hitching as he fought back tears, his breath becoming ragged.

Baz didn’t know it was possible for a heart to be broken and mended at the exact same time, but while Simon’s tears tore him apart, he felt light as air, practically giddy.  Without letting himself think about it, he leaned down and kissed the tear off of Simon’s face, letting his lips linger a second longer than they needed to.  He felt Simon’s shuddering stop in surprise.  When he met Simon’s eyes, neither of them looked away.  “Wait,” Simon breathed, “did you want that?”

Baz could barely whisper the words “God, yes” before he was crashing into Simon’s mouth again.  This time there was no hesitation, no stiffness, just a lifetime of wanting coming to a head.  

Simon’s mouth tasted of cherries and the salty sweetness of the dough he’d been sneaking the entire time.  Baz’s hands went from Simon’s face to his hair, one hand exploring the back of Simon’s neck.  Simon gave Baz’s chest a push, and before either of them knew what was happening, Baz was sitting on the countertop, Simon straddling his lap and kissing him so deeply that Baz thought he might faint.  Simon’s hands cupped Baz’s face, still pushing him back until Baz was leaning his head against the cupboards, the cold wood the only thing giving him any sense of direction.  His world was nothing but Simon, and he couldn’t hold back a moan as Simon angled his head and opened Baz’s mouth with his own.  

It wasn’t until much later, when they finally broke apart, dizzy and gasping for breath, that they realized they’d sat in the flour.

Housesitters Part 3 of 3

Reid x Reader 3 part fluff and smut (This is the smut part! Let me know if you like it!)

Laying you down on the bed, he straddles you, fingers dancing tentatively at the hem of your shirt. You yank it off hastily and he dips his head. You grab a fistful of those beautiful curls as he kisses and licks from your hipbones up, lavishing across your stomach and over your ribs. He picks his head up slightly, fingers hovering over your black bra.

“I feel like the luckiest man in the world,” he says, that sincerity goes straight to pulling hard on your heart strings again. You reach behind your back, arching it and removing your bra like a clumsy contortionist, flinging it across the room. Spencer grins widely, fingernails brushing against your sensitive breasts, goosebumps spreading across your chest.

You push your chest into his hands, “Spencer, I need you…” He moves down so his tongue is on your ear again, fingers of one hand teasing your nipples playfully. “I need you… to make sure the cake doesn’t go bad…”

Spencer throws his head back in uproarious laughter, “Your wish is my command.”

He returns from the kitchen quickly, eyebrows arching as he sees you’ve removed your pants. You’re pleased with yourself for picking black panties today, they don’t give away the fact that you’ve nearly soaked them through thinking about him being inside you soon.

He’s not the only one surprised, you giggle as you see the can of whipped cream in his hand. “What no cherries?” You smirk.

He bites his lip, “Well, I can go look-”

“I’m kidding Spence. Get over here now!”

You pop up on your knees and he gets on the bed the same way, facing you. You pulls his cardigan up over his head and remove his button up and undershirt as well, groaning at all the layers. He grins. Finally, bare skin! You grab that can and spray a little cream on each of his nipples.

He laughs at the spray, but now he’s gasping as you lap it up, lingering on each nipple, flicking your hot tongue along each one. “Y/N,” he moans.

He snatches the can from you, pushing you lightly down on the bed so he can put a knee on either side of you. It’s his turn to spray some on each of your nipples, you squeak at the cool sensation. His tongue circles around the outside of your breasts, slowly moving inward but avoiding your nipples. “Spencer, please!” You beg.

He chuckles, bringing his tongue to your nipple, lapping up the sweet cream, moving to do the same with the other one. His tongue teases and flicks, you arch your back and Spence opens his mouth around your breast. You think about Spence and his desire to take things slow, usually anyway, drawn out foreplay… and to be honest you just can’t take it right now.

“Take off your pants,” you demand. “I need you inside me, Spencer.”

He looks surprised but wastes no time kicking off his pants and boxers, crawling back over you. You reach your hand up, stroking Spencer’s long, thick cock, already hard for you. His eyes roll back and his mouth hangs open as you stroke him. A single bead of precum escapes and you ask, “Spence, do you have, um…”

“Oh, yes,” he fumbles in his pants pockets until he finds the foil packet. You grab it out of his hands and rip it, rolling the condom along his length.

“Spencer, you need magnums,” you giggle.


“Spence, your cock is huge, you need the large size!”

“Oh!” He exclaims, a furious blush spreading across his cheeks. “I hope you’ll join me on that shopping trip.”

“Of course,” you laugh, biting your lip to make yourself more serious. “I’m so wet for you Spencer, do you know that?”

His eyes, heavy with lust, follow his fingertips as they brush over the wet cotton. He licks his lips. You pull the fabric aside so he can see for himself how badly you need him, your pink lips hot and swollen with desire. You don’t even waste the time it takes to remove the panties.

You guide him above you, teasing him along your opening. “Are you sure?” he questions.

“Sure, wanted-you-since-I-met-you-sure,” you gasp. You lead him inside, your wet heat enveloping him as he throws his head back in pleasure. He moves inside you slowly and you grab his hand, bringing him back to earth. You lead his fingers over your clit and he gets the hint, two fingers swirling concentric circles around it until you’re begging him, “Fuck me. Faster! Please!”

You pull your knees as close as you can to your ears, Spence bucking his hips into you, fucking you furiously while biting his lip to keep from coming too soon.

“You feel…So insanely good,” he breathes.

You groan, “kiss me Spencer.”

He leans in to kiss you, your tongue attacking his with need.

“I want to come together,” he requests breathlessly, lips millimeters from yours. You think of how you can count the amount of times that’s actually happened with someone on one hand but not only is Reid different, he’s also pushing you closer and closer to the edge with his fingers and his cock.

“I’m…So close. You?”

“Just say the words,” he answers.

“Fuck. Me. Harder.” You groan.

He grabs the headboard with his free hand, fucking you into the bed as the wood bangs against the wall, Spencer pushing you over the edge. The fire explodes inside you.

“Jesus. Oh fuck. Spence I’m coming,” you moan,  bucking your hips, head thrashing across the pillow as you scream his name.

That’s all it takes for Spencer, his cock so deep inside you as he sees white, pleasure surging through his body, “Oh God,” he groans, “Fuck you’re amazing.”

You pull his lips to yours, both breathless, shuddering together, hips rolling to a stop slowly. Spencer lays his head on your chest and feels your quick beating heart as his skips a beat or two.

He kisses you again before leaving your briefly to clean up, the emptiness he leaves making you pout.

“Are you alright?” He asks, sitting back down on the bed.

“I missed you,” you admit, feeling silly.

He smiles, “That’s about as long as you’ll have to miss me for ever again. I’m not going anywhere. Is that okay?”

“More than okay,” you assure him, pulling him into your arms with no plans to let go anytime soon.

Sportarobbie Headcanons

•The only way, known by the kids, to get Sportacus to eat any type of sugary food is to put visible fruit pieces in it (also it has to have a low amount of sugar in it)

•Robbie makes a few sportscandy smoothie popsicles and even adds blueberries on outside of them and Sportacus is just, very quietly staring at them and thinking, “Are they for me? Can I have one? I want one. Should I ask?”
•Robbie finally notices that the elf hasn’t blinked in the last two minutes and has been standing with the freezer open the whole time and says, “Sportacus? Are you okay?”
•Sportacus kinda just silently points at the popsicle tray and gives Robbie those damn puppy eyes before he can say no because he fears that Sport will DIE.
•Sportacus leaves with a sportscandy smoothie popsicle
•The kids are like, “WTF Sportacus?? You’re gonna die???” when they see him with it.
•Sportacus tries to eat them sparingly, but with all the different flavors Robbie makes….
•Robbie continues to push his luck by seeing what other sweets-turned-healthy-treats do and do not kill his boyfriend
•Sportacus all out refuses to eat anything cake related though
•Sportacus is absolutely enthralled by Robbie’s ears and somewhat vice versa

•"They’re so round!“
•He likes to touch and play with them
•He doesn’t like it when Robbie covers his ears with headphones or something of the sort
•"Use earbuds, Robbie!” “Why?” “…They’re safer and cause less strain on your ears?”
•In turn, Robbie plays with Sportacus ears at times, something Sport loves.
•"You could cut a man with these.“
•Sports ears are sensitive to touch and normally doesn’t let people touch them
•Robbie flicked Sport’s ear once and had to comfort him with ice packs for half an hour
•Robbie likes watching Sportacus’ ears display his emotions, rising when he’s happy, lowering when he’s upset and going straight when he’s mad.
•His favorite is whenever someone calls Sportacus’ name, they just rise completely upwards and even turn as he tries to pinpoint who needs him
•"They don’t do that!” “LISTEN.”
•In the rare occurrence that Sportacus tries to lie, his ears betray him by conveying his nervousness
•Sportacus likes all sportscandy, but give that man a bundle of cherries and he will never want to look at you again.

•"They’re cherries! They aren’t gonna bite! Get down from on top of the fridge!“
•"Not until you take them in the other room!”
•He hates the fact that they have pits
•He bit into a cherry, a little too quickly, for the first time and chipped his tooth
•Luckily he was a child when this happened so the new tooth was chip free
•He also hates how sour some of them are.
•They stain his teeth with their juice too and make him look like a vampire that just had a meal and he hates it
•"Eat one.“ "NEVER.”
•Robbie denies him hugs and kisses until he eats one.
•Sportacus, oh so reluctantly, slowly consumed a single solitary cherry and wanted to die the entire time
•"I thought you loved me, Robbie.“
•Robbie uses them as Sporta-repellent at times
•"I swear I will bring cherries into this household if you do not sit still and let me finish your outfit!”
•Sportacus does not understand sexual innuendo

•Robbie tried to use a “pitcher/catcher” joke and Sportacus arrived at his place ready to play actual baseball
•Robbie was half naked and Sport was just, “Is that how you’re gonna play?”
•Sport didn’t understand why he had to sleep on the couch

Truth or Dare (Part 2)
  • Words:  1.907
  • Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader
  • Warnings: Heavy smut, some heavy swearing, fluff.
  • Author notes: (Y/N) is your name, (Y/H/C) is your hair color. Part 1 can be found here 

Originally posted by hollygossip

Thor walked you out of the common room in which you all were playing (well, not exactly playing, some of them were unbearably drunk), and took you to the elevator. He offered you a piggy back ride in the elevator, considering your tipsiness, but after what he said, of you being queen of Asgard, there was no sign of alcohol in your mind.

“Is there a problem, (Y/N)?” He asked, when the doors drew back to present the empty space.
“No” You hesitated, shaking your head. One of his hands rested dangerously low on your back “Thor, I think your hand…”
“Oh, you don’t like it?” He teased, pulling you closer to his chest and placing kisses on your cheeks but none on your lips.
“I do…” You said, surrendering under the feeling of his lips on your neck. His hands held your waist tightly, yet not roughly. You felt it moving down to your floor and when the doors opened, you pushed him away “So… will you still walk me to my bedroom?”
“If necessary, I will sing you to sleep”
“I don’t feel like sleeping” You muttered, staring deep into his ocean blue eyes.
“Good, because I don’t remember any lullaby…” He pecked your lips quickly.
You two got into your bedroom; it still had some clothes spread all over the bed. You muttered an apology to Thor for the mess and he said something about you seeing his own chamber. You laughed with him and then, sat on the beddings.
“Will you stay there, standing up?” You asked with a smirk.
“I will take that as an invitation” He smiled at you and sat.
His big hand caressed yours, as his eyes stared at you. Your feelings blossomed like the flowers of a cherry tree; biting your lower lip was the only way to keep those feelings inside… But you weren’t the only one with a wave of feelings inside their heart. Thor’s eyes wanted to confess his deep love for you, they wanted to tell you how much he wanted to be yours and how bad he wanted you to be his.
You hopped closer to him and leaned your head on the curve of his neck, and Thor held you tightly to his body. You slowly threw your head back to reach his skin and there, you started kissing. You grabbed the collar of his blazer and pulled his body closer to you; there was something magnetic, addictive and hypnotizing about him that you couldn’t quite figure out, but you didn’t want to do it either.
You pulled away his blazer, leaving him with a white shirt and he tried to pull you upper on the bed to get a taste of your lips. His tongue invaded your mouth as you tried hard not to surrender under his lustful and expert touch. The couch scene was repeated both in your mind and in your bedroom. You wanted to feel him closer to you.
One of his professional hands parted from your hip and roamed all the way down to the back of your thigh, lifting it closer to his own body.
“You know” He breathed against your lips “I have always found you amusing.” He said pulling your pelvis closer to his, making you sigh at the sudden contact “But tonight…” Thor looked for the sweet spot of your neck that would make you loosen up “I want to see what else I can think about you” He found it. The portion of skin that made you lose control. He found it and he pressed his teeth against it.
“Ohh, Thor…” You moaned.
You freed yourself from his grip and stood in front of the bed again. You pulled away your t-shirt and shorts and looked at you seductively, biting your lower lip occasionally. He made a beckoning motion to you and you shook your head, taking special attention to flip your hair. Thor impatiently stood up and unbuttoned the first buttons of his shirt. You reached out your hands to pull him closer to you. You pulled up the blessed shirt and threw it away; then, Thor took full control of the night.
“You’re mine” He said when he pulled you up from your thighs “You’re only mine, my love”
“I love you” Your brain betrayed you; he was attacking your neck and with a free hand, he easily unclasped your bra.
He led you to the bed and placed you there, and then, he crawled on top of you parting your legs with his hands. He tickled your inner thighs with his beard and removed your panties. He took a luscious look at your throbbing pussy and blew some warm air, making you curse out loud; you begged him to do it again but he had some other plans in mind.
Thor softly picked your clit between his lips and you instinctively pushed his face closer to your wet core. He took it as a response that you liked what he did, and oh boy, you liked it. But the idea of just kissing it didn’t suite him at all; with his hands, he took both of your legs and placed them over his shoulders, and somehow, in a very weird position you couldn’t just figure out, his palm stared working your clit again while he licked your folds in an up and down motion. You felt his thick tongue at your entrance and you let out a loud moan. He was tongue-fucking you and it felt great.
But you wanted more. You needed more.
You begged Thor to fuck you, but he intentionally misunderstood your plead but introducing one of his fingers inside of you. You cried out his name and some curses and he smiled at your reaction, pumping in and out two fingers now.
You still wanted more. You still needed more.
Thor felt his fingers being tightly hugged by your walls as your scream-announced orgasm made its appearance. Your back was impossibly arched and you violently threw your head back onto the mattress. Your body shook uncontrollably and sometimes, his face hit your moist core, making you whimper and moan.
His sweaty hands traveled all the way up to your breasts and he buried himself in the, also sweaty, space between them. He kissed your skin, feeling the salty drops that carelessly rested on your chest, his mouth moved to the right, pecking and nibbling your hard nipple in it. You grabbed yourself to the bedding with one hand, and with the other, you made it run through your hair pushing aside some locks you had in your face.
“Thor, I want you…” You breathed, trying to cup his face to make him look at you.
He said that you were a queen, and that you should be treated like one, so he picked you up, bridal style and gently placed you on the floor, then he laid on the bed and waited for you. You crawled to him, but stopped at his erect shaft, you wanted to thank him for the overwhelming orgasm he gave you, but his idea was another one.
“No, come all the way up” He teased and you continued your way. Your hips stopped at his pelvis “It’ll be enough for now”
His hands caressed the spot of your skin that would be bruised the next morning and he muttered an apology for it. You told him it was fine that you’d cover it with make up if necessary. You lifted your hips and he searched your throbbing entrance with his dick.
“Fuck…” He groaned at your tightness.
You tried to relax as much as possible, taking deep breaths as you slowly adapted to him and slid down to make him reach a place you thought it didn’t exist inside your body.
“Don’t move” You said “Wait a minute…” You lifted your hips again and sighed at the feeling of not having him anymore.
“Does this hurt?” Thor took a more sitting position and cupped your face in his hands; you nodded, with your eyes starting to fill with some tears. It wasn’t because of the pain, but you had so many feelings inside of your head that you couldn’t get to relax. You were so incurably in love with him “(Y/N), please tell me if I did something to wrong you” You shook your head, and curled your lips into a smile. The next thing you know is that your head is resting on his shoulder as he pets your back, softly kissing your (Y/H/C) hair “(Y/N)?”
“I love you, Thor…” You whispered, feeling your voice a little cracked.
“Look at me (Y/N)” He pushed you a few centimeters away and cupped your face again, to look straight into your eyes. His voice was so deep that it made you shiver “I love you too, but if this is hurting you I will stop and let you have some rest, ok?” You bit your lip “I don’t want to hurt you”
“You’re not” You leaned forward to lock your lips against his.
You were ready.
Going up on your knees once more, and feeling Thor’s member playing with your clit and entrance was all it took to get you all aroused again. He looked at you in silence; there was no need to make the obvious question, and so you just nodded and slid down again. His shaft felt much better now in between your walls. Yes, you were being stretched out, but he kept whispering sweet, comforting words to your ear, and kissing your lips occasionally and the sum of that made you feel a lot better this time.
You held on for dear life to his shoulders, digging your nails on his skin; action that made him moan as you bounced on his pelvis. You held back your whining by kissing his salty and sweaty neck until the feeling of another orgasm came again. The fire building on your core extended throughout your body and it came out as a loud yell that filled the heavy air of your bedroom.
But it didn’t end there.
Thor still couldn’t get there, so he stayed inside of you, holding your butt and making you go up and down until he released inside of you with a loud and deep sound coming from his throat.
You felt his chest rising up with each breath under yours, which was in the same condition. Your head rested again on his shoulder and he went back to his sweetness from before; petting your hair and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You felt your eyes tearing up again, and you couldn’t avoid the first sob. Thor felt the tears on his skin and he decided to rest his back on the bed again, and to keep you on your chest.
“My love…” He whispered, knowing that you didn’t want to face him “My love, is everything alright?”
“Yeah” You nodded “It’s just that…” You giggled “I don’t know what to say…”
“It’s ok, do you want to sleep instead?”
“I’d love to… but stay here with me…” You begged.
“I would stay with you my whole life if you allow me” He cupped your face to wipe your tears with his thumbs “Be mine (Y/N)”
“I am” You bit your lower lips “I’m yours Thor” You crept up his body to reach hips lips.

Freedom II Taehyung Smut

Originally posted by vminv

“Can you write a something where BTS is the cool peeps or like the bad peeps at school and they dare Tae to go on a date with you (a shy quiet girl)!!! Smut smut smut but like angst ending or you make the ending.”

Taehyung x Reader

/ smut / angst (?) at the end / 

Thanks for Reading! ❤️

PART TWO ◀️ ◀️ here

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Good morning beautiful people!
I am in the mood for some amazing greens today! Made myself a bowl of Organicburst chlorella spinach nicecream topped with ripe cherries, sweet fig bar bites, lots of bluebs, some coconut shavings, and a sprinkle of Arcticberries cranberry powder. Such a perfect breakfast after last night’s awesome krav training!

3 Frozen Bananas
2 handfuls of frozen spinach
½ of an avocado
1 tbsp of Organic Burst chlorella
1 tbsp of almond butter
Add ice
Add organic vanilla almond milk
Blend well and serve!

Happy Friday all!

Slutty Lumberjack

A/N: I kept the pool thing and it’s still set at the Road House but I made the reader Jo’s cousin instead of her sister because it just felt right lol and their not really in love but there’s smut and everyone loves Dean smut. Enjoy.

Originally posted by lovefandombooks

Dean x Reader

Summary: You’re in town visiting your cousin Jo and your aunt Ellen and you run into Sam and Dean.

Warning: Smut, Slight Dom Dean (isn’t there always in my fics lol), Public Sex

The bus ride was unbelievably uncomfortable and of course you’d forget your suitcase at the station so you’re stuck wearing whatever you packed in your backpack for the next week. Maybe Jo might have something you could borrow but honestly you always thought her outfits were a little too small town for you.

As soon as your taxi pulled up to the Road House, whom you had to pay an extra 20 bucks to get him to even drive out this far, you saw Jo and Ellen waiting outside. They looked so bleak compared to the people you’re used to seeing in the city. It’s a nice change though.

“Hey sugar bear” Ellen smiled at you and pulled you into a strong hug.

“Hey El” you smiled back as she pulled away, looking you up and down as if examining you.

“You look good baby” She rubbed your shoulders and moved to the side so you and Jo could reunite.

You grin, this wide mischievous grin, at Jo. All the memories of the two of you getting into shit and just being bad ass kids come flooding back. You could help but give her the look, the ‘if mom only knew’ look.

“Hey girly” you reach out and pull Jo into a bear hug.

“Miss this small town?” Jo asked, barely able to breath you were squeezing her so tight.

“No” you released your Kung Fu grip and smile over at Ellen “but I’ve missed you guys so much”


“I look like a slutty lumberjack” you couldn’t stop staring down at yourself. Your boobs were almost falling out of the black tank top Jo let you borrow and the denim skirt barely covered your goods.

“Relax you look great” Jo stated.

You started messing with your breast until Jo smacked your hands “Stop messing with them, the more perky the more tips” she reminds you.

“I’m not working here” you remind her.

“Yeah but I am and you’re helping me and I need to go to college far away from the place” she grinned at you and grabbed her beer.

“So tell me everything about the big city” Jo took a swig of her beer, the one she isn’t supposed to be drinking and if her momma found out she’d kill you both.

“Not much to tell” you took a sip of your own beer “louder, I guess” you look out the little window on the door that hides the kitchen from the customers and spot a handsome looking young man at the pool table.

“Hey” you tab Jo on the shoulder with your beer bottle “local?” you ask, pointing out the window at the young man in the dark flannel shirt and boot cut denim.

“No” Jo picks up the large plate of nachos she’s been waiting for “That’s Dean Winchester” she takes another quick sip of her beer and then hides it under the large metal table in the kitchen “and his brother Sam”

“Friends of yours?” you ask.

“Kind of” she pushes the swing door and starts heading towards a table of large dirty men, who look like they’ve been hunting for days, and sets down the plate of nachos “Their dad knew my dad, they worked together a few times”

You took another drag of your beer “Oh yeah wasn’t your dad like an insurance salesmen or something?” you couldn’t remember it’s been so long since he passed.

“Yeah, or something” Jo laughed.

Something about this guy just feels off. Not a bad off just an off, off. Like he’s hiding something or has a secret. Which is actually not all that strange around these parts, everyone always seems so careful with what they say to each other and sometimes it feels like they’re speaking in code.

“Hey ladies” Dean comes up out of nowhere and puts one arm around both and Jo “I don’t believe we’ve met” Dean pulls away from the two of you and holds his hand out “I’m Dean”

You stare at his hand.

“Y/N isn’t the shake hands type” Jo smiles up at Dean like he’s some kind of movie star. It’s clear to everyone that she has a little crush on him.

“Whatever” Dean puts his arm back around Jo’s neck and rubs her shoulder “Could you be a doll and get me and my brother here so more beers?”

“Yeah sure” Jo walks back towards the bar to retrieve the beers leaving you alone with Dean and Sam.

Dean leans over the table to set up for a shot, 8 ball center pocket. The way his tight jeans and fitted black t-shirt under his flannel, which is completely unbuttoned now, define his muscles, it’s enough to make you want to rip his clothes off right there.

“You play?” Sam asked, jolting you back to reality.

You try and regain your composer “Yeah” you breathed out “but I’m not that good” you lied.

Of course you’re good. You’re better than good, you’re amazing. You’re dad has been hustling his way through life since you can remember and he’s taught you a few tricks. For one, no man ever expects a woman to be better than them at something. And two, every man loves to look like he knows what he’s doing in front of a woman.

“Let’s play and see what you got” Dean suggested.


After 2 hours of you pretending not to be able to play pool and a flirting with Dean you decided to see if Dean wanted to put some money on the next game. He clearly thinks you’re actually bad at the game and he’s had 3 beers so he has got to be a little buzzed by now.

“Want to make things interesting?” you ask Dean with a wicked grin on your face as you pull out bug roll of cash rapped in a rubber band, your winnings from the poker game you played at the bus station earlier.

“Sweetheart, I’d feel bad if I took your money” Dean took a drag of his beer and placed it on the edge of the pull table “but I’m sleeping in my car tonight and if I beat you then I can get a room at the motel up the street” Dean smiled at you.

“Play your cards right and you could just stay in my room” you took out a 5 and placed it on the pool table “50 good for you?” you ask, licking your lips before taking a sip of from the amber colored bottle.

“Don’t tease me” Dean smirks and pulls out two 20’s and a 5 and places them on top of your 50 “You break” he suggest “I at least want to give you a chance”

You line up to break and sink 3 strips off the bat.

“Oh come on” Dean throws his arms up in the air, Sam laughing in the background.

Dean never gets a chance to play. You sink all your balls, calling out each shot before taking it.

“I’ll be taking this” you grab the money from the edge of the pool table and put it in your pocket.

“You hustled me” Dean’s lips were a cherry red from biting them so much while watching you play, probably hoping you’d miss one and at least give him a chance to win but you didn’t.

“I guess I did” you grin up at him.

You look around the bar and see that everyone has pretty much left. The only people still there was Ellen, you and the Winchesters. Jo left about an hour ago and the road house actually closed about 30 minutes ago.

“At least give him a chance to win his money back” Sam chuckled.

“Well it’s 2am boys” Ellen shouted from the bar “I’m heading to bed. You’re welcomed to stay and play. Y/N be sure you lock up before you leave okay?”

“Yes ma’am” you shouted as Ellen made her way out the door.

“Hey I’m tired” Sam yawned “I’m going to go out in the car and get some sleep”

With Sam gone it’s just you and Dean. Something about him is still bugging you but you’re not sure what it is so you decided to do a little investigating.

“So Dean what do you do for a living?” you asked him casual as you racked up the balls from another game.

“I took over the family business” Dean shakes his head.

“And what’s that?” you ask.

“Mechanic” he answers.

You could have sworn that Jo said her dad and their dad did some work together once and you know he was an insurance salesman. So what were an insurance salesman and a mechanic working on together?

“I thought your dad and Jo’s worked together?” you tried not to sound like you were conducting an interview “And Jo’s dad was an insurance salesman”

“Yeah sometimes people commit insurance fraud, with cars and stuff” Dean was clearly trying to hide something but you knew when and when not to push.

“Just wondering you said” as you backed away from the table “You break this time”

Dean leaned over the table and bites his lip trying to concentrate on the game. The dim light in the road house made his skin almost glow and his eyes appear darker than they natural were. He breaks and sinks 1 solid.

“So you work?” Dean asked while lining up for his next shot.

“Yes” you smiled at him, god does he look good right now.

“So what do you do?” He questioned.

“I’m in business management” you took a sip of your beer and recognized that look Dean had the ‘what is that supposed to mean look’ “I basically just tell people what to do all day.” You answer his unasked question before he could speak.

“So you’re like the boss” he inquired.

“Yeah something like that” you looked down at your bottle and back at the table.

Dean as sunk 2 more balls already while talking to you and he’s lining up for his third.

“Must be fun” Dean exclaims.

“What?” you asked confused.

“You know” Dean shrugs “telling people what to do, bossing them around” he looks serious now.

“I don’t know” you put your beer bottle down, knowing Dean’s going to miss this shot. He’s not lined up right and his form is getting sloppy “It might be nice to be the one bossed around for once. You know not have to be in control of everything and just let go” you say seductively, knowing that might also throw him off his game.

It works. Dean missed the shot completely and starches.

“Guess it’s my turn now” you retrieve the cue ball from the corner pocket and place in right next to one of the stripped balls, perfectly set up. You can’t miss this. Just as you lean over the table slightly to line up for the shot you feel a pair of hands on your waist, Dean’s body pressed against yours. You completely miss the shot.

You stand straight up, your back now flush against Dean’s chest. His hands still at your waist but now his lips are on your ear. You can feel his warm breath on the flesh of your neck. You can smell leather; he must usually wear a leather coat.

“What are you doing Dean?” you barely get out between shallow breaths.

“I thought I’d take control” Dean whispers in your ear, his right hand wondering down your leg as his left hand travels up over your breast and to the base of your neck where he stops.

You lean back, trying to get even closer to him. His body feels so warm against yours and the deep huskiness of his voice has given you goose bumps all over your body. Dean kisses and bites your neck while running his hand up your skirt and using his other hand, at the base of your neck, to hold you close to him.

He returns to your ear “I’m going to start slow” he whispers “so you can feel every inch of me” he runs his hand down back over your chest and your stomach “Then I’ll kiss, bite, suck everywhere until I get” his hand reaches the waist line of your skirt.

You arch your back and let out a light moan “Who’s teasing who now” your words come out a little shaky but you think he gets the message.

“Shh” he whispers in your ear and unbuttons your denim skirt before sinking his hand past the waist line and under your panties “Where was I?” Dean asked himself “oh yeah” he glides his finger over your clit and you start breathing heavily “Until I get here” he put a little pressure on your clit making you arch your back and poke your ass into him.

“You like that?” he’s voice is so wrecked now. You can tell he’s turning his own self on and you could feel it against your ass, his erection struggling against his jeans.

He brings the hand that was on your leg up to your neck and pulls you into him “I said” he rubs your clit a little harder this time and presses his chest into you “Do you like that?” Dean demands.

“Yes” you cry out, wanting more.

He slides his finger down through your folds, finding your entrance “You’re so wet” he groans into your ear. He hasn’t spoken above a whisper this whole time “Is that all for me?” you can feel his grin against your neck as he switches sides and starts nibbling on your other ear and kissing and biting the other side of your neck.

Dean slides a finger into you.

“Oh fuck” you let out grabbing Dean’s arm and trying to move it as you grind against his hand and the pool table.

“Damn” Dean let’s out as he pumps into you slowly, adding another finger after a few moments.

Dean is now grinding against your ass and soaking up every little sound you make. He grabs your chin and turns your head so you’re facing him and presses his lips against yours. Your lips connect and it’s like sparks fly. He begins pumping his fingers faster as his tongue battles with yours for dominance.  

“I need to be inside you” Dean pulls away from your mouth, pulls his hand out of your skirt and leans you over the pool table. He quickly pulls down your panties and pushes up your skirt.

You step out of your panties as you hear him unbutton and unzip his jeans. You feel his hand against your ass and then with no warning he pushes into your trembling center.

“Fuck you feel so good” Dean moans and starts thrusting into you slowly, allowing you a moment to adjust.

You try and say something but Dean pushes into your harder and faster. He’s hitting your g spot every time and it’s almost impossible to say anything but his name. His hands are gripping your hips so tight and his fingernails are digging into your flesh so deep that you’re sure there’ll be bruises in the morning but you don’t care.

Dean smacks your ass making you jump slightly before grabbing your neck and pulling you back up against his chest. Still inside you, still thrusting faster, he starts rubbing over your clothed breast making his way back down to your core.

As soon as Dean’s thumb find your clit you arch your back and be begins rubbing tight little circles.

“Oh god Y/N” Dean grunts “You’re so” Dean can’t seem to finish his sentence. He just bites down on your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your skin.

He grabs your chin and turns your head to kiss you again, this time biting your bottom lip and pulling it lightly as he leans his head back. You look forward again and Dean whispers in your ear “I want you to cum for me”

Dean’s voice through you over the edge and the spiral coil in your stomach unwraps as orgasm all over Dean’s cocks.

Dean pushes you back down so your stomach is back against the pool table. He thrust into you one last time before he pulls out with a moan as a hot white jet of semen erupts from Dean’s throbbing, pulsing cock.

You both try and catch your breath. Dean falls forward on your back and pulls you back up with him, turning you around so that you’re facing him.

Dean brushed your hair from your face, cups your cheeks and pulls you into a soft, slow kiss.

“What was that for?” you asked.

“That was for giving me the best sex I’ve had in a long time” Dean smiles at you “And this” Dean leans in and reattaches his lips to yours but this time the kiss was long, deep and needy “this is me letting you know that I’d like to do it again soon”

anonymous asked:

Princes when they're horny (Keith, Joshua, Wil, Glenn)

Wilfred already likes to touch you as it is, but if you manage to rile him up enough, then you can expect to be caressed and teased until you give in to his not-so-princely desires. Sly fingertips would brush against your skin, looking for your warmth and sneaking their way under your clothes. Of course, the prince of Philip already knows your body like the back of his hand; he knows just where to touch you to make you shiver, and he will never get enough of the feeling of your softness against him. Wilfred’s going to stuck to you like glue, a pout on his lips as he mutters how unfair it is that you’re so beautiful; he’s going to take care of all your needs, so won’t you please come back to bed?

The prince of Liberty would stare at your pretty self, nervously biting his lips as his emerald eyes gloss over. Feeling his hues burning you skin and gliding down your curves, you would be able to tell exactly what he’s thinking. If you choose to entertain him, Keith woud smirk and call you his good girl, lips latching onto your ear as he whispers sins and fables. If you were to tease him, however, he would have no problem slamming you against the nearest wall and giving you the punishment you deserve, unraveling you under his hands and rejoicing when you come undone for him.

Glenn is usually responsible enough to keep his cravings under control. Keyword: usually, because if the crown prince of Oriens has a weakness, then that is you and you know exactly which buttons to push to get him all hot and bothered. A horny Glenn would blush and get quiet all of a sudden, sneaking heated glances your way as his hands twitch with want. He’s still young, and when he gets excited, he doesn’t really know what to do about it - he would simply sulk and get more frustrated and nervous with each passing second. Tease him just a bit and offer to help him out, and Glenn will show you just how grateful he is to have you around.

Like Glenn, Joshua is not one to openly express his feelings and needs, but how can he keep calm when you’re just so tempting? The way you look up at him, your eyes clear and languid, the way you smile, the way you bite your cherry lips, right down to the way you walk, with the lightest sway in your steps, are enough to cloud Joshua’s judgement and fill his mind with want. Once his self-control snaps, he’d be desperate in showing you just how much he loves you - he would press your body against his and shily admit that only you can make him feel this way. The prince of Dres Van is always a bit emarrassed to be this honest, but he would be too busy kissing your soft skin and listening to your cute voice to really care.

Thanks for the message, princess.

- admin Kagerou

Down the road.

Part One of Two
Taehyung & Jeongguk & OC.
Words: 4481.
Genre: A little bit of everything.
Bonnie&Clyde!AU. Warning: This includes consumption of licit drugs such as cigarettes and alcohol. 
“In which you meet two guys who will take you to a route you’ve never seen before.”




It didn’t really matter how many times they’ve done this, Jeongguk would still get bewildered and worried by gunshots.

Ten seconds later, the passenger door is being opened and two people hurriedly enter the car.

“C’mon, asshole!” Taehyung’s voice brought him back to life making Jeongguk turn on the engine and hit the pedal until it touch the rugged floor of the car. The tires squeal against the hot pavement, leaving dust behind as the car drives away.

They only had a couple minutes before the cops show up, leaving them more than enough time to escape the place but still, none of them dared to talk or move during those minutes.

“Are you alright?” Jeongguk asks a couple miles later, once they were sure cops were not following them.

“I’m perfectly fine, a little too sweaty and these leather sits are not helping but I’m fine.” Taehyung answers while opening the windows and sticking his arm out.

“God, this wig itches like hell” _____ said while furiously taking off the wig and grunting in frustration, “I’m fine but fuck, I hate when people try to shoot us!” Jeongguk tears one hand off the steering wheel and fondly gropes her thigh. She turns her head to the side, staring deeply at Jeongguk before quickly kissing his cheek, not wanting to distract him from the road.

“At least we got the money and a snickers bar.” The girl turns around and finds Taehyung eagerly trying to open a brown package. “Can you open it? My hands are too sweaty.” She rolls her eyes and reluctantly opens the package, stealing a quick bite before handing it back to the peach haired boy.

“How much money did you get?” Still driving, Jeongguk extends his free arm and brings ______ closer to his side, passing his arm over her shoulders.

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