look i’m just saying that pre series! pre niall’s death! gansey definitely had some kind of crush on every single member of the lynch family besides matthew (because he was like… a middle schooler or something) so hanging out with ronan at the barns as a 15/16 year old boy at the height of puberty was a special kind of bisexual purgatory
Request: Please do bts reaction to gf joining them in the shower? Smutish or fluffy it’s up to you
Seokjin: He would love it. “Hi, can I join you?” You asked, already coming in. “Oh… of course.” He smirked. “Hey, hey, let’s just take a shower.” “Oh really?” He pouted. “Really.” “Fine!” He rolled his eyes and placed a kiss on your lips.
Yoongi: In fact, he had invited you to take a shower with him, but you denied it, so he went alone. “Hey.” You smile entering the shower. “Changed your mind?” He asked with a smile. “Yes. Seeing you naked is always good.” You smiled and looked at him. He laughed and pulled you by the waist, kissing you.
Hoseok: Silently you went into the shower and he didn’t even notice. “Baby…” You called him. “OH MY GOD!” He yelled, scared. You started laughing. “You’re so mean to me.” He pouted. “Oh, poor baby, I’m sorry.” You smiled and hugged him. “Alright, alright, I forgive you.” He hugged you and squeezed your ass. “What a beautiful ass.”
Namjoon: A bath with him is never just a shower and we know that. “Hello.” You said smiling. “Hm, do you want a shower with your hot boyfriend?” He asked smirking. “Nah, just shower sex.” You said and he laughed. “Why didn’t you say it before?” He pulled you by the waist and kissed your lips.
Jimin: He was not having a good day, so when he got home he went straight to the shower. You went into the bathroom. “Do you want company?” You asked and he smiled. “Yes please.” You took off your clothes and joined him. He hugged you and rested his head on your shoulder, caressing your back.
Taehyung: "JAGI!“ You hear your boyfriend calling you in the bathroom. You go to him and see him smiling at you. "Join me!” He opens his arms and you have the perfect view of your hot naked boyfriend. “Okay.” You said smiling and take off your clothes. “It was easier than I thought.” He smiled and kissed you. “It’s because you’re so hot.” “You’re hotter.”
Jungkook: "What are you doing here?“ Your boyfriend asked looking at you to join him in the shower. "Joining you, maybe?” You said as if it were obvious. “I know, but you don’t usually do that.” He smiled with his eyes on your boobs. “Stop looking at my boobs.” “They’re hot, you know that.” He gave you a smirk and approached you.
a/n: hi guys, thank u soooo much for all of your requests and positive feedback. i’m currently working on writing all of them to the best of my ability so stay tuned!
warnings: swearing, smut, the usual
you and your best friend, clay jensen, had gotten called down to the front office. you were pretty sure that neither of you were in trouble, but you couldn’t help but to be nervous. why did they need you? both of you?
you walk into to the office to be greeted by the counselor, the baseball coach, jeff atkins, and montgomery de la cruz. “oh fuck.” clay mumbles. you giggle and bump him with your elbow. “be nice!” you whisper to him before giggling again. jeff is staring into space, while monty takes the time to look you up and down before smirking. you turn your attention away from him and tug at the hem of your skirt that suddenly feels shorter than you need it to be.
"y/n, clay, have a seat. i assume you know why i’ve called you down here?“ mr. porter says. “uhhh no. we don’t actually. please enlighten us, because we’re not psychic.” clay says as we sit down. you nudge him with your knee and give him a look that screams, “shut up!” he sighs and slumps down in his chair.
"well,“ the coach booms, “these two knuckleheads are my star players.” he says motioning towards jeff and monty. “the team
is nothing without them, but they can’t seem to get their heads out of their asses and into their books.” you gasp at his use of language and then clear your throat. monty adverts his gaze to focus on you and jeff is still staring at the same spot on the floor.
"yes, what coach cole said.“ mr. porter speaks up. "since you two happen to be the smartest in your class, i’ve decided to assign you to be their tutors.”
“this is bullshit.” monty says standing up.
“mr. de la cruz, sit down and watch your language please.” mr. porter says. “um, but coach cole just said a-” you start and porter gives you a stern look. “never mind.” you squeak at look away from him. monty looks at you with a smile on his face.
“it’s not bs montgomery, you know the rules. no pass, no play. got it?” porter questions. you try to focus on his words, but monty’s eyes burn holes in the side of your face. “yeah, got it.” monty answers without taking his eyes off of you. you don’t want to look at him, knowing that your cheeks are already burning hot under his gaze.
“okay well then, that settles it. y/n, you’ll tutor jeff. and clay, you’ll tutor montgomery. no if’s, and’s or but’s about it. thank you all, and have a nice day.” porter smiles.
you beeline out of the room and into the restroom. you let out a breath that you didn’t know that you were holding, and look at yourself in the mirror. your face was flushed and your eyes were wild. you took a few deep breaths, not knowing why monty had this affect on you, and then silently thanked god that you weren’t his tutor.
you inhale sharply, take one last look at
yourself, smile, and exit the restroom. clay was waiting on you with a pout.
“monty? out of everyone in the entire school, i get montgomery de la cruz.” he complains. “i mean it can’t be that bad,” you start. “plus, he’s kinda cute.” you say and smile to yourself. “never say that again. that’s like saying a scorpion is cute, and then it kills you.” clay scolds you. your laugh rings through the hallways. “c'mon clay, you can do this. it’ll be a great experience for the real world.” you tell him, suppressing another laugh. “you’re only saying all of this because you, little ms. lucky, get to tutor jeff atkins. he’s honestly one of the nicest kids in school.” clay says. you sigh as you approach your classroom.
“this is my stop jensen. goodbye and good luck. i’ll see you after school.” you say to him as you hug him. “love ya.” clay hugs back and rolls his eyes. “yeah yeah love ya too.” he answers you. you walk into the classroom and close the door behind you.
*time skip to 2 weeks later*
"yes, i do remember when you poured chocolate milk on bryce walker’s head for me in second grade!“ jeff exclaims and you both crack up. "well someone had to do it, he was bullying you. plus i may or may not have been still mad at him for ripping my coloring sheet like 3 days before that.” you say as you and jeff walk towards your locker.
“well i have to go y/n, but we’re still on for that test review after school right?” he asks. “yeah, definitely.” you answered. “ok then, i’ll text you.” jeff says while walking backwards down the hallway and pointing to you.
you laugh to yourself and put your combination in your locker.
clay comes up to you and closes your locker. “well good morning to you too, angel.” you say with a confused laugh. “switch with me.” clay says bluntly. “what?” you question while opening your locker again. “please y/n. i can’t be around him for one more second. it’s been 2 weeks and he hasn’t even bothered to learn my name. he’s called me every name in this world that starts with a ‘c’ but not mine.” clay rushes.
"okay woah dude, chill, it’s monty we’re talking about. the only name he cares to know is his own.“ you snort. clay grabs your shoulders and shakes you. "switch with me PLEASE. you’re literally the nicest girl in school. monty’s like a tiger, and i’m just the helpless gazelle with the broken ankle. he’s just waiting to pounce on me. you? you’re a like a fuzzy, cute, baby tiger. he wouldn’t lay a hand on you.” you laugh at clay’s comparisons.
"please y/n. i’ll do anything.“ your answer was already yes, but you stare into space like you’re contemplating. "go on…” you tell him with a smirk. “i’ll give you half off of movie tickets and free snacks at the crestmont for a year.” clay says. you squeal and hug him. “i’ll do it!” you exclaim. “you’re the best y/n, i mean it!” clay tells you. you laugh at him and flip your hair over your shoulder. “well what can i say, i try.” you say laughing even more.
you both go into a fit of laughter only to be interrupted by yelling.
"hey caleb!“ monty yells to clay from down the hallway. he approaches you guys and speaks again. "i got practice today so my place at 5, okay cameron?” monty says. “it’s….it’s clay dude.” clay says to him, but monty is on his phone texting away. “uh yeah whatever, conrad, i’ll see you tonight.” monty says before looking at you. he watches you for a second, winks, and then heads to class.
"goodbye and good luck.“ clay mocks you with a smile. you roll your eyes, hug him, and then walk towards your class, which monty happened to be in.
you muster up every ounce of confidence that you have in you and walked to the back of the classroom, away from your usual spot in the front, to sit right next to montgomery. he stares at you with his eyebrows raised and then grins.
"y/n, right?” he asks with his signature smirk. you nod your head and look him in the eyes, taking a moment to admire his freckles. “montgomery, right?” you mock him. he pauses for a second before responding. “to most, yes, but a pretty girl like you can call me anything that you’d like to.” he says to you, still smirking.
“okay look dude, clay got….reassigned to jeff, so i’m your tutor now. i’ll be at your house at 5, like you said. okay?” you say while writing. “okay.” monty tells you with a smile while nodding his head. he watches your pen fly across the paper while you copy the notes. “monty?” you ask. “yeah?” he replies. “do your work.” he laughs, and then answers you. “no thanks babe, i can do you though.”
throughout the rest of the lesson, monty cracks numerous jokes just to hear you laugh. your heart was swelling but you’d never let him know that. at one point he rested his hand on your thigh and began to inch upwards. the bell rang and you both got up to leave without a word. the spot where he came in contact with your skin tingled for the rest of the day.
*time skip through the rest of the day*
you start watching people’s snapchat stories when you catch a glimpse of the time. 4:45. it was gloomy outside but your energy was high, and you were ready to see monty. you hadn’t stopped thinking about sitting next to him. you grab your stuff and start walking to his house.
on your way there, the skies decide to open up and pour down on you. you run the rest of the way to monty’s house, banging on the door when you arrive. you hear a voice yelling and then someone rushing down the stairs.
“welcome to casa de la cru-” monty starts until he notices that you’re drenched. “y/n get in here! are you crazy? you’re gonna get sick.” he exclaims while grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his house.
“why did you walk in the rain? you could’ve texted me. i would’ve picked you up.” he says while looking at you.
“you see the thing is: 1. i don’t even have your number, and 2. it wasn’t raining when i left my house. i walked because you only lived a street away but now i see that that was a terrible idea.” you explain to him. “take your shoes off and follow me.” he tells you rolling his eyes. you walk up the stairs and into the bathroom with him. he puts a shirt and some shorts on the counter for you. “thanks.” you tell him, hardly above a whisper.
you start to peel off your wet shirt when you realize that monty is still at the door, watching you. “um, can i help you?” you turn around and say with a laugh. “i’m just enjoying the show, baby.” he says. your cheeks start to burn again and monty starts walking away. “you know, you look cute when you blush.” he calls out to you with a laugh evident in his voice. you shake your head and roll your eyes at his comment.
the shorts that monty gave you kept falling down, so you walked into his room wearing nothing but the shirt that he gave you. given the height difference, it stopped mid thigh on you. he looks up at you with wide eyes before licking his lips and smirking. you hand him your wet clothes and he walks next to you before whispering in your ear.
“you know, my clothes look good on you, but i bet they’d look better off.” he casually strolls downstairs to put your clothes in the drier and the blood runs to your cheeks once more.
you sit on the edge of his bed, taking in your surroundings. his walls are covered in movie posters, band posters, and his baseball pics.
you move to sit criss cross on his bed and you open the history book. monty runs back up the stairs and then stands in his door frame admiring you. “what?” you ask him.
he responds by walking over to your spot on his bed and then sitting in front of you. you look at each other in the eye and monty tucks a piece of hair behind your ear gently.
“monty?” you ask innocently. “hmmm?” he hums in response, focused on your lips. “if you’re gonna kiss me, then do it already.” you say with a cheeky grin.
his eyes light up and he smashes his lips against yours. your hands rest on his chest, and you move your lips to his neck. he groans and shifts himself to lay you down.
“god… you’re so sexy,” he says as you look up
at him. he climbs on top of you and starts kissing you roughly. you fumble with the buttons of his shirt and take it off. “someone’s impatient,” he mumbles while smiling against your lips. “shut up de la cruz.” you say to him. “make me.” you kiss monty with even more force than before, and you reach down, gently grazing the waist of his sweats. monty pulls away from you and you whimper.
"not so fast, princess.“ monty says while tugging on the hem of your (his hehe) shirt. he pulls it over your head and stares at you in awe. "damn i was right, they do look better off.” he tells you. monty begins grinding on you while kissing from your jawline to your neck. “you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to do this baby.” he says into your neck.
monty reaches down to grip your thighs and spreads your legs slightly. he dips into your wetness with his fingers and starts moving at a slow, steady pace. his touch gave you a feeling that you’ve never experienced before, and it drove you crazy. you try to hold back your moans, but a few escape.
"let me hear you,“ he whispers into your ear. you moan his name and buck your hips against his fingers to create more friction. monty chuckles darkly and starts moving faster. he curls his fingers inside of you and you’re about to lose it. "f- fuck oh my god.” you moan breathlessly. your eyes screwed shut as you were coming up on your high, and monty suddenly pulls his fingers out.
you gasp and then turn angry. “what the fuck was that for?” you say and he smirks again. “i couldn’t let you have all the fun now could i?” he says as he pulls down his pants.
you smile as you stand up in front of him, pushing him back on the bed gently. you straddle him as you kiss all the way down his chest, getting slower and sloppier as you reached the waistband of his boxers. you place a kiss on the waistband, and then move back up his neck. you grind slowly against his erection, and the feeling of the cloth against your naked sex caused you to moan.
“shit y/n, stop teasing.” monty says. he grips your hips to stop your movement, so you reach into his boxers and start pumping him. monty throws his head back and grunts in pleasure. your hands glide up and down smoothly while monty groans your name. he grips your wrist and looks at you with dark eyes.
"i need to be in you. now.“ he growls. he flips the two of you over and positions himself at your entrance. monty slides into slowly and you hiss. you had been with a couple of guys before, but monty was definitely the biggest.
he rolled his hips and started thrusting into hard and slow. with every thrust, he went deeper and deeper. "fuck mont, faster.” you moaned. “you like that huh, baby girl?” he teased you. you tried to arch your back up off of the bed, but he held you down. he was still moving excruciatingly slow and you couldn’t take it anymore.
you were whimpering and monty spoke up again.
“look at me y/n. tell me what you want me to do.” you make eye contact with him while he moved in and out of you slowly. “i want you to fuck me montgomery. fast and hard.” you begged him. your dirty words made him
twitch and groan.
he propped your legs up on his shoulders and started speeding up. “fuck, you feel so amazing babe.” monty tells you. your eyes roll back as you curse his name. “you’re mine y/n. no one else can have you. no one can touch you like this.” he tells you, bringing his hand to rub circles on your clit. “y- yes monty. i’m yours. oh my god.” you say with your eyes closed. “look at me baby. come for me.” he tells you. you look him in the eyes and feel your walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches at his words. after seeing you come undone, he comes too.
he rides out his high and pulls out of you. you whimper and he lays next to you, caressing your cheek. “remind me to thank clay for having no patience.” monty says with a smirk. you raise your brows and start stuttering. “remi- you- what?” you question. “i knew his name the whole time. i just thought that if i annoyed him enough, i’d get to work with you, and i was right. he took longer to crack than i expected him to though.” he says still smirking. “montgomery, i hate you.” you tell him with a laugh.
“your mouth says that, but your body said otherwise.”
a/n: i feel like i always say this, but that was so fun to write. i genuinely enjoy writing and making these scenarios come to life for you guys.
Harry yawned and stretched, laying his arm out wide to rest on your hip, only to feel the wrinkled sheet next to him. Squinting his eyes and glancing to your side of the bed, then looking around the room, he spoke out into the quiet.
Not hearing a reply, he quickly stood, looking in the washroom then walking through the house.
Here’s your problem; you
are out of breath, your heart is racing, and a slight sweat is
breaking out all over your skin, but you’ve not started working out
No, this is just your bodies usual reaction to being in the same
room as Bucky. More specifically, a half naked, very flushed,
SUMMARY: You and Jensen are best friends, you accompany him to Nashville for the convention and drunken hijinks ensue!
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x (bestfriend!)reader
Word Count: 1810
Warnings: Some swearing
A/N: So i have been struggling with writing and what not, and the other day this idea hits me. I am basing it off the information that I saw about NashCon and it just grew to this fic. This would be my first attempt at writing a possible more than friends type fic based on the actual actor. I mean no disrespect to Danneel, we will just consider her happy with someone else for the purpose of this fic. Also a huge shout out to Daddy B aka @bigdaddymongoose, she is my rock and helps me out sooo much with writing!
“C’mon you two, let’s hit another bar!” Jared laughed, drunk off his ass already.
You giggled, watching your best friend trying to walk unaided. His bow legs making the staggering all the more comical. Finally, he made it to your side, he threw an arm around you, almost knocking the two of you to the ground.
“I think Jay here has had enough,” you snickered.
After the tour of the Jack Daniels Distillery and all the free shots, then the dart throwing game with Jason and the guys and more shots imbibed. Next, Creation Ent wanting to celebrate Jay’s birthday during the Saturday Night Special concert with you guessed it more alcohol involved. Let’s just say when Jay sang Tennessee Whiskey, he was almost three sheets to the wind then. If Jared got his way, this would be the third bar you all hit.
Jensen started shaking his head, “No, I-I think we need more bars,” he grinned. “Me likey, more acl-aco-alc-,” he furrowed his eyebrows like he was concentrating, “drinks.”
You laughed, “I think everybody is done for the night. You two have a panel in the morning, remember?” You smacked Jensen’s hand away from your face as he tried to “boop” your nose. “Stop that!”
Jared just gave you “Sam’s puppy eyes”, “Nope, Pada-gigantor, those will not work on me. I am impervious to “Mr. Awesome,” you jerked a thumb at Jensen, “you don’t stand a chance my tall friend.”
Pairing: Dean x Reader Request: Dean takes your virginity in a motel room Warning: soft, fluffy smut A/N: This story really got away from me and I’m not the least bit sorry.
The hunt you’d been on was a long one. It was a werewolf, you were sure of it, but it was a sneaky little bitch. This werewolf was extremely smart and hid itself very well, which was why you were on week three of this extremely exhausting hunt.
Clarke is mildly annoyed to see her phone light up with the hospital’s number, buzzing incessantly against the couch. She hates getting called in when she’s actually on-call. Getting called in on her day off, when she’s already eight episodes deep into a Prison Break binge, is even worse.
She’s pretty sure Maya is on shift tonight, and since Maya is the kind of friend Clarke can threaten with bodily harm without any love lost between them, she swipes to answer and sighs, “Whatever huge emergency I’m getting called in on my day off to deal with, it better be able to wait because I’m in my pajamas and there are hardly any trains running at this time of night.”
There’s an unexpected pause on the line.
“Yeah, did you not mean to call me?” She asks hopefully. “Does this mean I don’t have to come in?”
“No, uh–” Maya stutters. “I mean– We don’t need you here but… you might still want to come in? There’s a patient in the ER who gave us your number for his emergency contact.”
Clarke frowns. “Who is it?”
“I can’t really understand him, he’s slurring pretty bad,” says Maya, sounding as exasperated as Clarke has ever heard her. “It sounds like he’s saying his name is Baloney but I’m honestly just not willing to accept that. Even with the way people name their kids these days.”
Hey! I wanted to ask if you could make a headcanon for tall!MC? I’m talking 6’ and taller (maybe one where she’s super proud and loves heels? Being taller than other people is awesome)
Heyah, it’s Pancake! As soon as I saw this request I got so hype 😂 The first thing that came to my head was the evil witch laugh in Yoosung’s section lol. I had an absolute blast writing this, it’s not often I feel so inspired by an ask that I can finish it in a day! I wasn’t sure who all you wanted in this hc, so I just did the standard RFA+V+Saeran. If you want Vanderwood, too, let me know and I’ll write him in! I’m also from America, so I can appreciate that you use the customary system, hehe. I hope you enjoy this, Tall Friend 😁 -Admin Pancake
Yoosung ⁃ *evil witch cackle* ⁃ This kid is only 171 cm ⁃ We’re talking five foot seven y'all ⁃ HE’S HALF A FOOT SHORTER THAN YOU ⁃ I mean he’s not complaining though ⁃ Like at first he was a little frustrated at himself cmon body grow ⁃ Poor bean is insecure ⁃ But after a while he came to terms with it ⁃ Why does he need to be taller than you anyways? ⁃ Going out in public is fun ⁃ People mistake you for siblings sometimes, and Yoosung is super proud to correct them ⁃ Also you kabedon him all the time ⁃ Sorry, you can’t help it ⁃ The way he blushes like that is just too cute
Zen ⁃ See Zen had a specific idea of how you’d look when you guys were talking in the messenger ⁃ You acted so sweet and loving ⁃ So his mental image of you was this petite lil honey with a small frame ⁃ (Listen y'all he tried so hard to get Seven to send a picture but when he couldn’t get one he let his mind wander alright) ⁃ He imagined being able to rest his chin on your head ⁃ NOPE ⁃ This boy could not have been More Wrong ⁃ (Let’s just pretend real quick that you and Zen meet at the party rather than his house okay? Okay) ⁃ So when he first saw you at the RFA party he didn’t even realize it was you ⁃ I mean you had caught his eye cause wow you’re really pretty and tall and wow ⁃ “Bring it back Zen,” he told himself, “you’re already committed to MC” ⁃ He was walking right past you when you turned and said, “Zen, hey!” ⁃ He looked so confused ⁃ “It’s me, MC” ⁃ :O ⁃ Shook™ ⁃ He’s 182 cm, so about 5'11" in Freedom Measurement™ ⁃ An inch shouldn’t hurt him but he’s got a lil boo boo on his pride ⁃ He really wanted to rest his chin on your head 😔 ⁃ It’s okay tho because you’re his Smokin’ Hot (Tol) Goddess and he loves every inch of you
Jaehee ⁃ Y'all know how they got those people at the circus who stand on those giant stilts ⁃ That’s how you feel standing next to Jaehee ⁃ Honey is 164 cm ⁃ five. ⁃ Foot. ⁃ FOUR. ⁃ The height difference is INSANE ⁃ She has to crane her neck to look at you ⁃ You like to come up behind her and tuck her head under your chin ⁃ She never expects it and gets scared 100% of the time ⁃ She makes a little surprised squeak noise hehe ⁃ Also you’re always the one to get stuff off the top shelf in the kitchen or at the cafe, no way Jae Jae could reach that ⁃ Sometimes she calls you on the phone and asks sheepishly if you would come grocery shopping with her, she hates asking other customers or workers for help ⁃ But you always say yes because it means you get to spend more time together 👌🏻
Jumin ⁃ Ay y'all remember how in the prologue Jumin’s like “How fierce” 😏😏😏 ⁃ THIS GUY ⁃ HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU WEAR HEELS ⁃ Well first of all he’s 184 cm ⁃ Which is exactly 6.03675 feet tall ⁃ And sURpRiSe you’re 6.03675 feet tall too! ⁃ So y'all are like exactly the same height and he’s?? ⁃ He’s so hype guys good gosh ⁃ But back to what I was saying ⁃ You in heels ⁃ Wow 👌🏻 ⁃ You look super edgy and just in charge and fierce and he’s Here For It ⁃ When you’re not in heels he loves to press his forehead to yours ⁃ And he can look straight in your eyes when you’re next to him, it’s supes romantic
Seven ⁃ Doki doki ⁃ Honey bunny is 175 cm/5'9" ⁃ He a shorty but you still love him ⁃ Which is good because he practically WORSHIPS YOU ⁃ /Especially/ in heels ⁃ Wow ⁃ Saeyoung is Truly Blessed ⁃ One time you got cold so he was a gentleman and gave you his hoodie (aww) ⁃ It was like a crOP TOP ON YOU ⁃ He’s not ashamed at all ⁃ He thinks you’re hotter than bacon in the pan and he likes to flaunt you a lil lot ⁃ Y'all go out more than is probs normal cause Seven wants to show off his Tall Glass of Water ⁃ At RFA parties he begs you to wear really high heels ⁃ Y'all match so that everyone knows you’re his boo thang
“So.” Kenny plonked himself down on the bed of the hotel room you were sharing, his eyes were wide with curiosity and you could tell he was slightly nervous about what he was going to tell you next. “We were talking in the locker room earlier, AJ said something that got me thinking.”
“Riiight, what?” Rolling your eyes at him, Knowing exactly the types of things AJ tended to talk about when it came to locker room banter. That man looked like a sweet southern gentleman but he had a dark, deeply sexual side, that although you hadn’t experienced personally, was something you admittedly found quite fascinating about him.
“So, He said that he likes being called Daddy.”
“By his kids?”
“No!” Kenny chuckled. “Although I presume they also call him Daddy,” He looked confused now that he had put two and two together. “He meant in bed!”
“In bed.” You repeated, raising an eyebrow. “During sex?”
“It’s a kink and he said…” He started babbling about the ins and outs of having a Daddy kink and what that sort of dom/sub relationship actually meant. Clearly, he’d googled it on the way back to the hotel considering he’d become fairly clued up on the subject. Kenny really admired AJ and he’d often come back from tour with all these new ideas and things to try out but this was different by his standards.
“That’s gross!” Although she could tell by his eagerness and enthusiasm that he was interested in the dynamic. Truth be told it didn’t gross you out that much, and the thought was turning you on more than you cared to admit. Daddy sounded so sordid and wrong but you were always open to trying something new. “Unless you’re up for it?” You add coyly, more than willing to indulge in his fantasies.
“Uh, I dunno. Yeah.” He said plainly, running his fingers up your bare thigh. “I kinda wanna see what it would be like… Baby girl.” Baby girl tumbled off his lips like the most natural thing in the world, he was so good with his mouth in more ways than just with his words. His eyes hungrily moved from yours down to your crotch. Kenny innocently looked up and flashed his signature smile while his finger dipped under the hem of your shorts, tracing it over the lace of your panties. Signs of arousal flooded both your panties and your face, letting out a tiny whimper as his lips trailed down your neck.
“Do you like touching me like that Daddy.” You purred, trying not to giggle as the alien words slipped out of your mouth. Kenny eyes bulged, his lips pursing before he let out a long loud laugh, falling onto his back, pulling you on top of him.
“Okay. That’s hot…” Digging his fingers into your sides, before pausing and then laughed some more, a smile spreading over his face.“But.. I don’t think it works for me! Unless you wanna try calling me Sir?”
“Goddam AJ filling your head with ideas!” You squealed as he peppered your face with kisses. “Kenny will do just fine!”
- His eyes rolling when you make him watch one more time “ 50 shades of Grey” - Spending more of attention on you than on the movie, trying to distract you from watching - Smirking when he sees you pressing your thighs to each other during one of the hot scenes of the movie - Coming closer to you and blowing his hot breath on your ear “Are you okay Little Queen? Your cheeks turned bright red…” - Making a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your neck to make you more interested by him than by your movie - His long fingers catching softly your chin to make you look at him and kissing him - Denying him the kiss to tease him and focusing your attention again on the screen - His smirk becoming wider when you ignore him, loving when you defy him this way - His fingertips following lightly the curve of your shoulder, sliding slowly to your elbow to then reach your wrist - Sliding his fingers under your palm to bring your hand to of his face and kissing the back of it - His upper lip brushing the edge of your index to kiss your nail before sucking slowly on it, his teeth pressing gently the pulp of your finger - Telling you with a raspy voice to not pay attention on him and keep watching the movie - His arm snaking around your waist while his other hand slide over your leg to catch your knee and pulling on it to make you lay your leg over him - His palm sliding under your thigh making his way slowly to your butt - Pressing his palm to your butt, looking up at you in biting his lower lip now he has your full attention - Making his palm caressing your butt in circular motions, savoring to see your body tensing in expecting his spank on your lower back - His proud smirk when you let a quiet “Please…” pass through your barely opens lips - Making your repeat again to tease you back as you did before in ignoring him - Taking your knee to pull your body closer to his and make your core pressed against his hard erection - Scolding you to make him this hard but give your butt a good spank when you open your mouth to protest - Smirking with a muffled moan when you gasp and your body jumps against him, holding you closer - Caressing your lower lip with his thumb, playing with your lips when you open your mouth for him - His mesmerized gaze on your lips when you take his thumb in your mouth and suck on it - Exhaling loudly a groan when you make the flat of your tongue pushing on his thumb - Pulling on your body to make you come sit over his waist, his hands gripping your hips to keep you in place - His palm falling heavily on your butt, kissing your chin when you arch your back and press your chest on his torso - Pressing on your lower back to make you grin on his hard erection, his hands pulling on your hips to have your core as close as possible of his - Taking his face between your hands to kiss him hard and needy, teasing you with a smile “What a needy kitten you make …”
Imagine if you were a brilliant surgeon who was dating Spencer Reid, until he broke your heart since he thought he wasn’t good enough for you. Disheartened, you move to New York and meet Rafael Barba.
I’m back with another part! This originally was going to be the last part, but I decided I wanted to explore the reader’s relationship with Rafael a bit more in this part, and how Rafael is different for the reader that Reid was. Hold tight for Part three which will most likely be out sometime tomorrow. Enjoy!
A/N: While I’m in Spanish Linguistics class I’m writing this instead of paying attention. Yeah, okay, dishonour on my cow. But believe me, this is SO boring…Anyway, I’ve been MIA for a while here as I was playing Life is Strange. (OMG I FINISHED THE GAME AND OMG) also, I have to deal with my novel so…
Well, I have here some smutty Matt Murdock for you. I hope you all like it and maybe I’ll post a smutty Bucky in a few days. Depending on you.
Warnings: Language, Smut, Unprotected sex (Use a fucking condom kids!), Dom! Matt.
You had no idea the power you had on him.
Of course you didn’t. But you were driving him mad.
Aurora woke up the next morning to the sound of light snores. She cracked her eyes open and went to sit up when she realized she was already upright and being held down by a pair of lean arms. She wiped the sleep from her eyes, realizing that she was in Prompto’s living room, on his couch, in his lap.
Summary: Sam grows overly concerned when his girlfriend seems troubled.
You stumbled into the dark, dingy motel room where your boyfriend of 2 years sat along with his older brother and your best friend; Dean. The two turned their heads at the small creak of the old wooden door and peered over at you.
Sam gave you his usual, kind, loving smile as he sent a comforting smile your way. Dean gave you a nod, a smile of someone who cared deeply.
But it was like you didn’t see them.
You walked straight past them, not a smile or a look of acknowledgement. Sam and Dean shared a frown as Dean rubbed his fingertips cautiously over the old, worn out newspaper in his palms.
“Is she okay?’‘Dean fretted, chewing nervously on his lip as a wave of worry washed over his face. Sam glanced at his brother as he gave him a sigh.
’'I don’t know, to be honest with you. She seemed a little off this morning. One minute she was fine and giggly and then the next she just froze up and started to go quiet’'Sam explained as his eyes bored into the bathroom door where the water from the basin could be heard.
Dean threw a concerned look over at the door but knew he had to leave it up to Sam. Dean stood up, brushing his hands onto his dark, dirty jeans before shrugging on his warm jacket and thick boots.
’'I’ll go get some grub, I’ll give you guys a few hours to talk it out’'Dean announced as his brother few him a confused glance before it turned into a grateful smile.
Sam said nothing but gave his brother a nod and a smile that showed Dean he was thankful. Winchesters didn’t always use words but they knew exactly what each other meant and how much each other meant to the other.
Sam waited patiently, trying not to let the long list of what could possibly be wrong with you, pull him into a blanket of fear and doubt. The door to the bathroom creaked open and Sam turned his head, glancing in your direction.
He frowned, observing you quietly as you changed in your pyjamas. You had that distant look in your eye, the one you had this morning when you suddenly stopped giggling and hitting him playfully on the chest and went into a deep cloud of thoughts.
You yanked on an oversized blue hoodie and some red, checkered shorts before crawling on the bed. You lay back, one arm behind your head and the other resting on your stomach as you stared up at the ceiling.
The bed dipped down as Sam carefully put some weight on the side of the bed. He scanned over your face, noting the way your brows furrowed in thought.
He laid down carefully, rolling onto his side as he used his elbow to prop himself up so he could see you, his other hand sneaking up your hoodie to rest against your hip as he drew soothing circles there.
’'Hey’'He whispered, his voice hoarse and full of concern. He tried to act nonchalant but he couldn’t stop the crease of worry making it’s way between his brows.
It took a while for you to be pulled out of your deep concentration and Sam waited patiently.
It was barely there, barely audible but Sam heard it and gave a soft sigh. His eyes flickered down to his fingers that traced patterns on your hips before looking back at your eyes that bored into the stained ceiling.
“You okay?’'He asked slowly, again trying to keep his tone calm but let some of the worry show through. You frowned even more, your brows creasing as you let your eyes flicker across the ceiling for a moment instead of staring at the same brown spot you had been staring at.
’'Mmhmm. I-I just…’'You trailed off, frowning again. Sam leaned forward as if you were saying it but he couldn’t hear. He silently encouraged you to go on but didn’t pressure you.
’'I’m just thinking’'You finished. Sam gazed at you as he laid silently for a while before shuffling closer and gently pressing a kiss to your temple.
’'What about?’'He asked softly. ’'You seem to have been thinking all day’'He chuckled gently. His fingers stuttered for a moment before he continued to draw circles, now watching his fingers as he waited for you to answer.
’'I just don’t understand’'You breathed out. Sam’s eyes snapped up to you face as a look of pain flashed across your face. His breath caught in his throat as he was overwhelmed with fear and panic. Your face was scrunched up. He was sure you were going to cry.
’'Hey, hey’'He whispered, shuffling even closer if that was possible. His arm that was holding up his head had moved under your head and scooped you closer to him. He used his shoulder to rest against the headboard so he could support himself. ’'Understand what? Talk to me’'He pleaded softly.
You laid with your head on his chest, his breath slightly ragged because of his worry. You still stared up at the ceiling, his hand that was tracing circles was now slung across your waist and gently stroking your other hip.
You opened your mouth to speak as you frowned deeper and Sam grew slightly panicked with the tension of waiting. You finally turned your head to Sam, gazing up at him with those big, (E/c) eyes he loved so much.
Sam gazed back down at you, leaning his head down as he kissed your eyelids, your cheeks, your nose and then your forehead.
’'It’s okay’'He whispered, his breath hot against your forehead. ’'You can tell me’'He encouraged. You looked at him before you finally opened your mouth again.
’'I’m just so confused’'You started. Sam nodded, feeling his heart speed up.
’'I just don’t understand”. Sam’s fingers twitched against your side.
“I’ve been thinking about it all day, b-but… it still doesn’t make any sense”. The confusion and disbelief in your tone made Sam almost break and crumble into pieces. He nodded, growing hotter and hotter as he waited.
“If Goofy is a dog, why does he have Pluto as a pet dog?”
“W-what?’'He coughed, not sure he had heard right. You shuffled, leaning to your side so you could see him.
’'it makes no sense. Why can Goofy talk but Pluto can’t?’'You mumbled, brows furrowing. Sam’s mouth dropped open as he remained silent. He groaned, a deep annoyed groan as he let you go and let himself slump into the mattress with a whine.
’'What?’'You asked, confused on his behaviour as you leaned over him. Sam covered his face by slinging his arm across it as he groaned into his arm.
’'You’re unbelievable you know that’'Sam grunted. You frowned before giggling.
’'Yeah, I’m amazing. I know’'You laughed. Sam removed his arm, shaking his head as he sat up, the two of you inches apart. ’'You had me so worried’'he chuckled.
’'Awh, Sammy. I’m sorry’'You giggled. Sam rolled his eyes as he leaned forward and captured your lips in his. He pulled back just as Dean came in through the door.
’'So, you okay now, (y/n)?’'Dean asked with a look of relief. You nodded as you jumped off the bed and headed to wash your hands.
’'What was wrong?’'Dean whispered as he placed the bags on the table.
’'Goofy’'Sam said as he helped unpack. Dean paused, frowning as he muttered to himself before looking back up at Sam.
’'Goofy?’'He repeated. They both turned when they heard a clunk from the bathroom and a distressed sigh from you.