What kind of easy to find modern day civilian clothes are good for a fight (to wear to a fight)?
Jeans (lose fit without being baggy, skinny jeans or baggy pants, not so much), work boots (steel toed preferred, but not necessary, a non-slip grip is a huge perk), work shirt (heavy cotton or denim), leather jacket (preferably with insulated sleeves to provide some padding).
A t-shirt isn’t the end of the world, also, some durable varieties of work pants can work just as well as jeans.
The important thing is making sure the clothes allow freedom of movement without getting in the way.
Summary: Jungkook likes you, Hoseok’s girlfriend, a little too much and gets a little too excited when he catches you and Hobi having sex.
Pairings: You x Hoseok, You x Jungkook
Genre: Smut, angst, fluff
Themes: Jungkook catching you having sex, Jungkook masturbating, Jungkook having feelings for you while you’re in a relationship, sex with Hobi
Word count: 4k (?)
Trigger warnings: Explicit smut, being caught (kind of), masturbating, over-all mature themes, hints at mental illness (like, sort of- not really)
You watched your boyfriend, who sat cross-legged on the floor, folding clothes to put into his suitcase with great care. Sparkles twizzled across your eyes as you observed him with a thudding heart. His back was facing you and as he moved, his muscles flexed gently beneath his grey sweater. Unable to resist the temptation of his touch- you climbed off of his bed to crouch behind him. Your hands rubbed over his shoulder blades tenderly.
“Hey, baby.” He says and laughs. That enchanting laugh that is so soft it comes out as a throaty chuckle.
“Hey, baby.” You say back and sit down so that your knees are on either side of him. You nuzzle your nose into his soft shirt, inhaling his clean and musky scent. You wrap your arms around him- letting your hands fold over his abs, which he soon covers with his own. He leans his head backwards and the smell of his shampooed orange hair tickles at your nose.
Hello! May I please request something? So I’ve always read stories of where the reader is an amazing artist or a great writer but I’d like to read one where the reader is a dancer or something like that. I’m a dancer and I’m in my high schools color guard(not rotc). It could take place at a game during half time or a pep rally. Maybe the reader could have a solo or Something like that where jughead see them. Anything like that would be amazing 😁 please and thank you 💕
A/N: im really sorry for making you wait this long :(
Today was the school’s first pep rally of the year and Cheryl had kicked me off the cheer team for the night insisting that I perform a solo at halftime. Don’t get me wrong, I love dancing but doing a solo at the first event of the year was a little nerve racking. I practiced day and night, I even ran through my routine when I got bored in class.
I was stood in front of the mirror in the locker room fixing up my face paint as Betty tied blue and yellow ribbon around my pigtails. All the cheerleaders sat around chatting, they were doing the same routine from last year so everyone was unfazed at performing because they knew the routine perfectly.
“What if I mess up?” I groaned while sponging blue and yellow stripes onto my cheeks.“
“You’ll be amazing Y/N/N!” Betty argued and pulled another strand of ribbon through my hair making me wince slightly as she tugged my hair.
“Yeah, you’ve been practicing for weeks and no one knows your routine anyways so if you mess up just freestyle it.” Ronnie commented. “Are you going to watch the first half of the game?”
“I think I might watch you two,” I said looking at her in the mirror, “then I think I’ll sit with Juggie and Kev. You guys will be off before I go on right?” I went back to fixing my face paint as they spoke.“
"Yeah, Cheryl said were all going to watch you.” Veronica said before the locker room door swung open.
“Hey, is Y/N- oh there you are.” He chuckled and stood in the door eyeing me slightly. “You look great babe.” He gushed and leant against the door frame, letting the door push against his other shoulder.
I rolled my eyes at his comment, I was wearing as little clothes as you possibly could, Cheryl had given me a pair of hot pants and a baseball style crop top to parade in, in front of the whole school, in like the middle of fall. “I look cold.” I grumbled looking at him through the mirror, his body still wedged in between the door.
“Aye! Jug, you lucky guy! Let me join!” I heard Reggie yell as he walked out the boy’s locker room.
“Fuck off Reggie.” Jug growled making him walking off in hysterics. “You’ll be fine, don’t stress.” He said gently as he turned back to me. “I’ll go find our seats, Kev said he got good ones.” He said and smiled once I had finished my makeup then stepped away letting the locker room door close completely.
I turned to face Betty and Ronnie “What?” I blushed seeing the faces they were pulling at me.
“You two are so smitten!” Ronnie squealed then looked over to Betty who was nodding, backing up her statement.
“You’re making me more nervous.” I whined and sat between them on the bench and rested my head on Betty’s shoulder.
“Your boyfriend makes you nervous?” Betty giggled and rested her head on top of mine.
“You guys know what I mean!” I groaned, just as Cheryl burst into the room.
“We’re on in two minutes girls!” She yelled causing people to throw bags, shoes, clothes and so on into their lockers and follow her outside.
“Good luck girls.” I whispered as I hugged Betty and Veronica before they thanked me and rushed out joining the rest of the team. I got up from the bench and checked my myself once more before leaving the locker room and making my way to the football field.
“Well here she is!” Jug cheered as I slid past the people to my seat between him and Kev, which had food piled on it. I gave him an uneasy smile while I stood back brushing my arms up and down trying to keep warm as the slight breeze nipped at my skin. “You must be freezing.” Jug commented once they had moved the food and I had sat down.
He pulled his jacket off and handed it to me, “Cheryl might as well put me out there in a set of underwear.” I grumbled as I pulled on the heavy denim jacket. “Thanks though.” I gave him a grateful smile before kissing his cheek. The jacket only reached my mid thighs making my legs start to shiver but I couldn’t really tell if it was from the cold or from nerves.
He took my hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly before turning back to the game, only really concentrating on Archie. The game was going pretty well but the crowd wasn’t really cheering them on as much as I would have hoped which made me more anxious for my performance, what if nobody cheered for me? I got more and more antsy the closer half time came.
“Holy cow, I’m up in like ten minutes.” I said after watching the game for a while, I got up and pulled Jug’s jacket off, “I’m going to head down to the field so long.” “Okay, good luck baby,” He said before pressing a kiss to my cheek, “you’re going to do so well.” A bright smile spread across his face as he pulled back. “Oh my word, you’re making me blushy,” I cooed, “but I got to go.” I chuckled.
“Break a leg!” Betty yelled as I run past them as the team made their way onto the side lines, I smiled back and waved while they all cheered me on. I stood in the middle of the field looking out at the crowd while I waited for the music to start, I had no time to get nervous though because the music started almost immediately. I counted down when I heard the first beat and started my routine once I had got to three, the whole school went crazy, cheering, whistling, you name it.
I kept looking for Jug in the crowd when I had the chance but I had no luck in finding him. Everyone cheered as I started finishing, a huge smile spread across my face once I had ended the dance. I gave them a playful bow before I was tackled into a group hug from the cheer team. “You did so well Y/N/N!” veronica squealed as she pushed her way closer to me and gave me a big squeeze. Before I could say anything, I was lifted up into the air by Archie before he placed me on his shoulder as the whole football team joined us on the field. I looked around in amazement, everyone was jumping in celebration around me and the whole school was still cheering. A huge smile spread across my face when I finally spotted Jug in the bleachers he was cheering loudly with an insanely adorable smile plastered on his face too. When he saw that I was looking at him we blew each other a kiss simultaneously making the school go even more crazy.
So, after an eternity of dealing with family drama and life’s general bullshit, I have decided it’s time to start writing again. I seriously thank those of you who are dedicated writers for inspiring me to pick up the pen.
For my first offering, I give you Baron Corbin in a gritty bar scene.
If you happen to enjoy this little number, feel free to share!!
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“That skirt supposed to be so short?”
The deep voice was practically in my
ear. There was no reason for me to turn around. I would know that
voice anywhere. Baron Corbin brushed against me as he wedged himself
into the narrow space between myself and a voluptuous, platinum
blonde. I didn’t spare him a glance as I waited for the bartender to
finish mixing my drink. My blunt nails drummed softly against the
brass bar rail as I waited.
Natty’s invitation to join them for
Girl’s Night Out caught me by surprise. Normally, they didn’t invite
me to join the tightly knit group of Divas. I was too new to the
roster. I was trying to prove that I am worthy of their time and
attention. On a whim, I decided to wear the ultra short black leather
skirt and sapphire blue halter top. I completed the outfit with a
pair of strappy heels and a sort of haphazard updo. My arrival in the
hotel lobby had been met with approval and a round of good- natured
But, as I stood at the bar, a fresh
whiskey sour in hand, I had a moment of uncertainty. Maybe my
revealing outfit had been a bad idea. Maybe I should have gone with a
burlap sack and saved myself from the unsolicited attention of the
big man beside me.
Gathering my courage, I attempted to
turn away from the bar. Before I could move, his warm fingers wrapped
around my wrist. I glanced up at him, his dark eyes were unreadable
in the low light. I pulled slightly, attempting to release myself
from his grasp.
We studied each other for a long
moment. Baron made no move to disentangle himself from me. My gaze
dropped to the point where his long fingers held my slender wrist. I
arched a brow.
“Do you mind?”
I felt the deep breath he released move
across my cheek.
“Why are you playing hard to get?”
Baron asked as he leaned closer.
The scent of his woodsy aftershave
drifted across my senses. I hated the fact that he smelled good
enough to eat. His grip remained firm even as he leaned a elbow
against the shiny bar top.
I snorted in disbelief as I shook my
head. Me? Play hard to get? The thought was absurd. Baron had been
given ample opportunity to pursue me. Hell, I had practically thrown
myself at him. His reaction had been a smirk and a quick turn on his
heel. I stood there, in the back hallway of the Civic Center, looking
like a fool as everyone snickered at my unceremonious rejection. Now,
all of sudden, the Lone Wolf was looking for a little action? Too bad
“You had your chance, Corbin.”
I patted his hand before lightly
gripping the back of his hand. I carefully pulled away each finger
until I was finally free.
Not put off by my escape, Baron
shifted. He blocked my retreat by slipping slightly behind me. I
could feel his heat pressing into me from shoulder to thigh. In a
panic, my eyes met his in the mirror behind the bar. The expression
on his face was serious. His full mouth was pulled into a thin line.
His dark eyes were wide. He watched me with the same intensity that
made him lethal in the ring. It was obvious that he was calculating
his next move.
He leaned closer, pressing his hips
against mine for a fleeting moment. His fingers drifted up the length
of my bare arm and over my shoulder. He stopped once his fingers came
to rest against the fluttering pulse at my throat.
His voice was husky against my ear, “I
was a fucking idiot to turn you down.”
His gaze never wavered from mine. I
knew I should look away. The intensity in those whiskey colored
depths was too much. However, something in his expression made me
unable to do so.
Baron leaned down until his nose was
buried in my hair. He made a low sound in his chest. The growl
brought goose bumps to my skin.
“I won’t make that mistake again.
Come on, doll, give me a chance.”
I drew in a shaky breath. My instinct
was to tell him to fuck off. He’d mortified me in front of everyone
we knew. The sting of his rejection was still strong. But as I looked
into his eyes, I found it almost impossible to deny him.
Baron’s nose trailed from my hair, down
to my ear. He nuzzled me for a moment before moving lower. He placed
a hot kiss against my throat. His lips were heavenly soft on my skin.
My knees weakened. I gripped the bar rail tightly and prayed for
“Five minutes is all I need.” Baron
whispered as his lips changed direction and skated upward.
The challenge was evident in those
heated words. My body agreed whole-heartedly. In fact, it would give
anything to find out exactly what he would accomplish in those five
minutes. My thighs moved restlessly, desperate to ease the intense
ache that settled low in my body. A whimper escaped as Baron’s free
hand lightly gripped my hip. He pulled me into the cradle of his
thighs. His cock was throbbing and hard as it rested against the
crease of my ass.
“Just say yes.” Baron encouraged as
he rested his chin against my bare shoulder.
My gaze dropped from his as I
considered the possibilities. Denying him would send me into a
hellish nightmare of unsated desire. Giving in would open Pandora’s
box. Baron sensed my indecision. His wide palm moved from my hip to
rest against my lower belly. His fingers rested a hair’s breadth away
from my mound. All I had to do was wiggle just a fraction of an inch
and his touch would be exactly where I needed it most.
“Come on, baby, let me show you how
good it can be.” Baron’s deep voice was a husky whisper.
The instant those words left his supple
lips, the decision was made. I was helpless to deny him. My answer
was a single bob of my head. Had he not been watching so intently, he
would have missed the subtle response. A savage curse left him as his
grip tightened. He pulled me tightly to him. His free hand dug into
his jeans pocket. After slamming down a hundred dollar bill, he
pulled me away from the bar.
The flash of disco lights were a blur
as his long strides brought us to the exit. He pulled me into the
alley that ran between the bar and quaint bookstore next door. As the
heavy metal door slammed shut, I realized what was about to happen.
The very thought of Baron fucking me in the dark alley brought an
undeniable wash of pleasure. I leaned against the building’s facade
as Baron’s dark eyes swept the area. Once he was assured we were
indeed alone, he stepped toward me.
He didn’t give me a chance to so much
as breathe before his mouth captured mine. A second later, his bulky
frame settled against me. The rough brick exterior bit into my tender
flesh as Baron’s hips pushed into mine. His cock was hot and
insistent as it pressed at the juncture of my thighs.
He continued kissing me, plundering my
mouth with his tongue. He explored every inch of me, tracing over my
teeth and gliding along the plumpness of my lower lip. I melted into
his kiss, my arms wrapping around his waist. I held him close as he
A startled gasp left me as his fingers
skirted up my side. His gentle touch surprised me as he followed the
curve of my rib cage. The instant his long fingers grasped my breast,
my knees weakened. He kneaded the pliant flesh before his fingers
found the puckered tip. A groan left Baron as he plucked at my
The electricity of his touch was
unbearable. I gasped into his kiss, silently begging for more. He put
an inch of space between us, allowing him to grasp the hem of my
skirt. He pulled the material upward, exposing my over heated flesh
to the night breeze. I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the cool
Baron’s muttered curse brought me back
to my senses. He glanced between us, taking in the barely there lace
panties I’d impulsively chosen. He watched the scene unfold as his
fingers drew along the seam of my thighs. As if pulled by a magic
string, they opened for his exploration. He sucked in a ragged breath
as his index finger stoked the damp material.
“You’re so fucking wet, kitten.”
Baron’s low voice was full of praise.
I watched as his tongue darted out. He
licked his lips as he pressed his fingers against my lace covered
clit. He held the pressure until it was more than I could take.
My back arched, silently asking for
more. Baron was quick to oblige. He pushed aside the thin material
separating us. He slid a thick finger between my slick folds. He gave
no warning before sinking inside. My eyes squeezed shut as he worked
me, his thumb sweeping tight circles over my clit.
“Do you like that, baby?” He purred
as he leaned down.
He burrowed into the crook of my
shoulder, his sharp teeth finding the tender spot there.
My cry of pleasure echoed in the sudden
stillness. Baron took it as encouragement to add a second finger. I
felt stretched to the breaking point. The only relief was the
exquisite pleasure he wrought. Each pass of his thumb against my clit
drove me closer to the edge. A desperate whimper left me.
Unable to resist any longer, my hands
snaked between us. I fumbled with the heavy belt buckle. Once it
parted, I made quick work of freeing the copper button and zipper.
The instant my fingers found his cock, he growled in approval. The
plum shaped knob rested against the hard ridge of his stomach. The
tip was dewy with beads of desire. My thumb swept over the broad
head, gathering the slick essence. I brought my thumb to my lips and
sucked it clean. Baron’s earthy flavor exploded on my tongue. He
tasted of every mysterious, forbidden desire I’d ever had. He was
salty and sweet and I instantly wanted more.
Shoving the heavy denim down his thighs
gave me full access to his thick cock. He was unbelievably long and
as thick as my wrist. The heavy length jutted out at me, the twin
weights below were drawn tight. Following the network of veins, I
traced him from base to tip and back again. Baron groaned softly, his
hips thrusting into my exploring hands.
“Please, Baron.” The words left me
in a heated rush.
Baron growled something I couldn’t make
out. His fingers slipped from my slick with a soft pop. Instantly,
the emptiness overwhelmed me. I wanted him fiercely. I stared up at
him, my breasts heaving in his grasp.
“Come here.” Baron took a step
back, his eyes never leaving my face. He quickly turned us, his back
now against the rough brick.
He held my gaze as he pushed his jeans
further down his heavy thighs. His right hand slid down to wrap
around cock. He gripped the throbbing length and stroked. I watched
in fascination as the wide head disappeared into his hand. When it
reappeared, a drop of cream beaded onto the tip.
Pushing at his hand, I leaned down to
capture the weeping head between my lips. I groaned as once again,
his flavor exploded. Baron’s palm cupped the back of my head, guiding
my movements. I took him as deeply as possible, my tongue laving the
underside. Baron swore softly as I picked up a quick rhythm, my head
bobbing over his shaft.
Baron thrust upward, meeting my
movements. His soft grunts were music to my ears. I felt so feminine
and powerful as I took his cock deeper. He allowed me to continue a
moment longer. Then, his fingers threaded into my hair. He applied
enough pressure to separate my lips from him. As he drew me upward,
he kissed me fiercely. My senses swam. I didn’t know if up was down
or where I was. All I knew was the soul consuming passion burning
through my veins.
Grabbing my hips, Baron spun me away
from him again. The sound of lace rendering was lost in the darkness.
All I could concentrate on was the feel of my ass connecting with
Baron’s thighs. His warm palm wrapped around the back of my neck. He
held me firmly as he bent me at the waist. For a moment, I felt more
exposed than ever. My weeping pussy was bared to his hungry gaze. I
knew I presented the perfect picture of wanton lust.
I heard the soft rustle of foil a
second before a torn, gold packet landed on the worn concrete between
my feet. I heard a rumble from Baron as he rolled the condom on. An
instant later, his hands grabbed my hips. Without warning, he buried
in to the hilt. My lusty scream echoed off the walls. It mixed with
Baron’s shout, blending into a symphony of perfection.
He thrust forward at the same time he
pulled my hips downward. The friction he created was perfect. My
pussy wept as he quickly pushed forward and withdrew. The pace was
almost brutal yet exactly what I wanted. I didn’t want gentle. I
wanted Baron in all of his wildness. I wanted him unbridled and
untamed. And that was exactly what he gave.
His rough fingers dove between my legs.
He found my clit with his middle finger and began rubbing tight, hard
circles. The pressure grew to unbelievable proportions. Incoherent
words fell from my lips as I begged Baron to end the torture.
Baron’s hand found my breast. He
gripped the tender flesh as his movements intensified. He pulled at
my nipple then rolled the hard tip between his calloused fingers. On
the third pass, I could no longer bear it. Stars exploded in my
vision. My pussy clamped tightly down on his cock. He was barely able
to continue his frantic fucking as I came. His name fell from my lips
as I rocked back against him. I came until my pussy ached.
Baron’s orgasm started just as mine
ended. He shouted as his cock swelled in my depths. The fingers
clutching my nipple tightened. Quick, sharp jabs carried him through
the waves of pleasure. He didn’t stop until his balls were empty. He
shifted abruptly, pulling me flush against him. Our ragged breaths
mingling as I fought to regain my senses.
I didn’t realize I was crying until
Baron’s soft lips traced the salty trails down to my chin. He
whispered to me, soothing away the last tendrils of tension. The
words were intelligible but the tone was infinitely soothing. As the
last spasms of pleasure faded from my limbs, Baron slowly withdrew
from my scalding depths. He held me close, not allowing so much as an
inch of space between us.
He cradled me tenderly, his warm palms
sliding over my exposed skin. With his hands on my hips, he slowly
turned me to face him.
“You’re mine now, baby.” He
whispered before claiming my lips.
While his kiss was tender, it was no
less passionate than before. As Baron continued his gentle onslaught,
I knew I could not possibly argue with him. I’d been fighting the
inevitable all long. The Lone Wolf had finally claimed his mate.
Anon Request: Dean x reader request where after dean goes to hell reader finds out she is pregnant with his baby. 4 months later when dean comes back he has to cope with the surprising news. Make it as angsty or fluffy as you want. Also can reader be Bobbys daughter?
A fine sheen of sweat coated his body moving rhythmically above yours, catching the thin ray of light from the pale street lamp. A bead of sweat gathered on the muscular line of his throat, growing, trembling with each slow thrust of his hips. It slid, riding the line between muscle and trachea reaching the high hollow of his throat to pause before a thrust allowed the drop to continue its journey over his heart. You had reached up pressing a thirsty kiss to his collarbone and flicking your tongue to catch the salty remnants. He groaned deeply, the sensual sound vibrating between your writhing bodies. A gasp melted into a wonderfully helpless moan as he buried his face in your shoulder. The passion grew desperate; gentle caresses curling into clutches, nails biting, imploring kisses broke into pleas and simpers, and the methodic pace he set lost the patient tone, slamming harder with each quick jerk. Heat seeped across every inch of your sticky skin. Pleasure gripped your nerves, vision blackening, back arching until all you could do was hold on to the mounting ecstasy. Light burst behind your eyes, your mouth parted, and you tipped into the abyss. Your body melted into the blanketed seat. His breath hitting your ear in mouthy pants. You smiled as he pulled back to drop a lethargic kiss to your lips.