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I think I love you - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word count : 1,484

Warnings : none

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Originally posted by juptern

Your phone rang in the pocket of your jacket making you jump by surprise. You answered the call before showing your index to your friend Archie, meaning that it would only take a minute.

“Hi, this is (y/n) speaking.”

“Hey (y/n), how are you?” You instantly recognised the groggy voice behind the line.

“Jughead! I’m good! What about you?” From the corner of your eye, you would’ve swore you saw Archie rolling his eyes.

“Marvellous. So, what are you up to this evening? I thought we maybe could’ve hung out tonight. You know, me, you, at Pop’s?” You chuckled lightly.

“Sorry Juggie, I was planning on spending the night with Archie… You can tag along if you want? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” A small sigh made its way into your ear. You had to admit that you spent a lot of your recent time with your new red-haired friend. Jughead still occupied the position of best friend. He didn’t have to worry about it.

“I promise we’ll do something together tomorrow, alright?” It was silence for a while before you heard back,

“Yeah sure.” You pursed your lips, mentally cursing yourself. It wasn’t the first time that you had turned down your best of friend for Archie. Lately it had been happening more than before. It made you feel like the worst pal.

“See you.” With that, Jughead hung up. You understood how he felt. It wasn’t right that you weren’t spending as much time with him.

“Jughead, wasn’t it?” You looked up and saw Archie sprawled across the black beanbag in your bedroom. His hands were attached on the new acoustic guitar his dad had got him for his birthday. You nodded and played with the sleeves of you sweater. Your friend continued strumming the strings of his instrument.

“Hey- I wrote this song last week, and I wanted to know what you thought about it. I’ve been trying to talk to Josie about her playing some of my compositions, but she’s not that into it. You’re her friend, right? Maybe you could listen to it and try to talk to her?” He asked questioningly.

“Of course, go ahead.” His fingers moved to the tuners and accorded them as his other hand rested on the waist of the guitar. A few seconds later, a pleasant melody filled the room. Archie then started singing the lyrics he had written. The song wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was quite catchy. The redhead friend of yours had talent. Before Archie could go on, you blurted out something you soon would regret.

“I’ll probably spend the day with him tomorrow.” The small tune that Archie had started suddenly came to an end. Archie hadn’t spoken to Jughead since this summer. The tree of you and Betty we’re supposed to go on a road trip the fourth of July but Archie left you hanging at the last minute. Since then, the boys stopped talking completely. When you mentioned one of  them to the other, you saw the irritation and annoyance in their expression.

“I thought you were coming to my game tomorrow. I’m playing in the varsity football team this year, remember?” You bet your lip and fiddled your hair with your fingers.

“I’m sorry Arch. I haven’t seen Jughead in a while now and I don’t want him to feel like I stopped being his friend. I’m making a vow that I’ll show up to your next game, how about that?”

“Why does it always have to be about him? Everything constantly has to be about Jughead.” Your were caught off guard by the sudden raise in his voice.

“That’s not it… I’m just trying to do what’s best here.”

“By ditching me at the last minute, that’s how your making things better? I didn’t think of you as an inconsiderate and selfish person.” He replied bitterly. In all the time of you guy’s friendship, you had never seen this side of Archie. Usually, he would be sweet and just shrug off any problem that faced his way. But the words he had just told you, they hurt your heart. Your eyes were starting to fill up with tears and your bottom lip started quivering.

“I’ve spent all my time with you for the last month. You. Not Jughead. Why are you treating me like this?”

“You know what? I don’t want to spend any more of my time with you right now.” With that, Archie got up and left you alone in your room. Without even noticing, a trail of tears had made its way down your cheeks. A sob escaped your mouth and your hands covered your face as you poured your heart out. You laid in your bed and continued crying.

It was all your fault. Archie now hated you and would probably never talk to you again. Why did you had to be so stupid? If only you had kept your mouth shut. Maybe he still would have been on that beanbag, singing.

Maybe half an hour later, you heard the wooden creek of your door meaning that someone was coming in. You didn’t even move, your pillow pressed against your face. The mattress shifted to the side from the sudden weight that it now had on it. You felt a piece of your hair being put behind your ear. You smiled at the sweet gesture and assumed it was your mother. You slowly got up and saw Jughead sitting beside you. Automatically, you vaulted in his arms tearing up once again.

“Sssh. It’s going to be okay.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. Your forehead was against his chest, his two upper limbs protectively holding you. Your eyes were probably red from all the crying but you couldn’t care less. You continued sobbing in his chest until you eventually felt calmer.

“Why- Why are you here?” You asked with a small voice. Jughead gently whipped your cheek with his thumb.

“Your mom saw Archie leave in a rush and realized that you two probably had a fight. She heard you crying and thought that you would be more willing to speak about it with me than her.” You grinned at the boy.

“I ruined your shirt.” You noticed, and felt guilty.

“Nothing to worry about (y/n/n). I never liked that jersey anyway.” You giggle with your best friend. You sniffed and observed Jughead who his face was only about a foot away from you. You had to admit that he was good looking. His prefect blue eyes were mesmerising and his pink lips appeared so kissable. Forever you considered the boy as nothing more than a platonic relationship to you. Never had you ever felt anything for him. But in that moment, something clicked. Jughead wasn’t only a friend to you, not even a best friend.  A stronger feeling overwhelmed your body. You felt love. You loved Jughead Jones. 

He was the one who your mother called when you were sad. He was the one who came rushing to your house as soon as your mother hung up. He was the one who was holding you and comforting you, whispering sweet nothing to you as you were crying. He was the one who was there for you.

“Jughead.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“(y/n)?” You asked yourself in your mind if it was the right time to confess your feelings towards him. Your breathing started quickening as the anxiety rose in your core.

“I think I-” He watched you with intending eyes, indicating to continue your phrase.

“I think I love you.” Jughead eyeballed you, astonished at your revelation. He quietly answered, almost inaudible for you to hear.

“I think I love you too.” He leaned towards you and slowly pressed his lips to yours. Fireworks were going off in your stomach. The heaviness on your shoulders disappeared. In this moment, nothing else mattered in the world. Both of your lips moved in sync as you played with his raven locks. His arms pulled you closer to him, leaving no space between you two. Jughead backed away and kissed every each of your face, including your cheeks, temple and chin.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered in your ear. You gave him a last long peck on the lips before saying,

“Do you want to lay down and cuddle with me?” He moved his head up and down calmly and took a blanket that was already on the bed to cover you. Cuddling was not something new for the both of you. You had always cuddled together, and whenever. His hand ran through your hair bringing a comforting and fuzzy feeling. His body pressed behind your back and his hot breath was tingling your neck. Before you even knew it, you and Jughead had fallen in a deep slumber, both dreaming about each other.

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No Strings

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 3,019

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How do you find out if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually want to answer. 

Originally posted by syuubd

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Prompt: “I’m very busy right now and you’re distracting me.”

[26] Spoiled rotten. [MATURE.] 

He doesn’t have time for it.

To entertain that look for hers. He’s drowned in stress and deadlines from his head down to his feet.

“No, no.” He stops her before she can fully walk over to him from the doorway. “Go away.”

“M’bored!” She whines from the door of his office where music demos spill out from.

“How’s that my problem?” He grins.

“Should be your problem.” She mutters. She wouldn’t have come in here if she wasn’t as bored as she says she is. She was good for most of the day, about leaving him alone to do his work. She knows he’s working through a dead line. So she read a book, watched a film, went out for a bit but she’s exhausted all of her options now. She wants him, his company and all that. “My boy’s finally home and he’s locked himself away in here.”

“Let me just finish this up and then—”

“What are these for?” She asks glancing at all the buttons. There are so many buttons in here.

“Don’t press any.” He answers the thought he knows she has. She’s always got to fiddle with something. He spoke too late, she’s already pressed one. “Told you not to.” He groans. “A menace.” He glares turning his chair away from her and back to his work.

Knowing so she leans into him, skimming her hands over his tense back. She watches his body react to her, tense then settle as she trails her hands over his shoulders.

He groans at her actions but doesn’t attempt to shake her off. She smiles against his skin, leaving kisses at the back of his neck. He’s still not shaking her off when she’s managed to sneak her hand under his shirt, letting her hand roam his broad back. She’s missed kissing him all over.

He turns to her slightly as she runs her hands over his tense shoulders, distracted momentarily.

“No, don’t start.” He warns.

“What m’I starting.” She grins.

“You know what.”

“What?” She nuzzles herself into his neck still. “Tell me.” She smiles against his warm skin.

“You’ve got that look in your eyes.” He smirks looking back down at the screen.

“What look?”

“The one only I know about.”

She smiles to herself as she reaches her hand down to his jean zipper. He watches reluctantly as she grazes her hand over the rough material.

“Not now love.” He looks back up to the screen. “I’ve got too much to get through.”

“Five minutes?” She smiles.

“Much too long.”

“Three then? Can do a lot with three—”

“Not three either.”

She’s frustrated now, antsy too as she pulls her hand back. She sighs walking around him to stand in front of him, in front of his computer screen and he groans. “What part of m’busy don’t you understand!” He whines.

“All of it.” She admits.  

“I can see that.”

“Isn’t good to be stressed.” She smiles tracing his jawline down to his neck.

“Don’t.” He smirks looking from the corner of his eye. “Sit.”

She grins widely sinking down on his lap.

“Not what I meant.” He rolls his eyes trying to see past her at the screen. There’s another chair across from him, that’s where he meant.

“Told me to sit.” She wraps her arms around his neck. “Was obeying you.”

“You’re distracting me.”

“Is it working?”

“Go.” He whines. “M’gonna get scolded if I don’t finish this.”

“No you won’t.” She sighs. He can’t be scolded at because he’s the head of this entire operation. “Just say you had to tend to—”

“My girlfriend who can’t stop grabbing at my cock.”

“Could say that.” She shrugs.

“Well you can’t have it.” He replies still looking at the screen.

“Mean.” She pouts nuzzling herself into his neck. “It’s mine.” She whispers.  

“Only because m’stressed for time.” He mutters.

She does get it. He’s got plenty of things to listen to, approve and send in. His phone is always vibrating on the desk with calls and pings with incoming messages and emails. But just because she understands it doesn’t mean she’s not needy between her legs and needy for him to touch her.

She looks up at him from the place she’s nuzzled into at her neck, “Please Daddy.” She says with that look of hers, innocent and begging but only one is true.

She knows she’s managed to catch his attention now when he presses his lips together tightly, inhales loudly and his hand tightens around the mouse from his now rendered useless computer.

She glides her thumb across his bottom lip as he continues to focus on anything but what she’s doing. Then she’s kissing him softly at the side of his mouth, down to her jawline where she can reach from her place at his neck. She moves her lips over his jawline down to his neck, knowing that gets to him. There’s plenty that gets to him about her.

“Need my cock Daddy.” She laces her hand through his. “M’practically soaking through my shorts. Can have a feel if you don’t believe me.”

She shifts her hips to unbutton her jean shorts before bringing his hand to the line of her panties and he doesn’t stop her. She shifts her hips slightly to bring his fingers up against her, “See?” She whispers. “Wouldn’t want you to miss out—”

“You’re actually evil.” He glares.

But he can’t hide from her, not well anyway. She’s sat on top of him, with his fingers at her folds and she’s nearly about to start rocking against them. His cock is getting harder and angrier underneath his tight jeans. He can practically feel it pulsing, leaking under her.

“Mind if I just rub myself on you then,” she asks into his neck. “Since you’re so busy?” She asks fully pleased with herself.

“Could just make myself come.” She sighs adjusting her hips. “Gonna make me come on your jeans instead of on your cock? Are you Daddy?” She gasps slightly when the rough material of his jeans rub back against her clit. “Can’t imagine,” she inhales sharply. “That’d be what you want.” She throws her head back when he lifts his leg up further to rub against her snugly.

“You’re misbehaving.”    

“M’not,” she exhales softly. “A bit entitled maybe. Maybe a tad spoiled as well.” She smiles as her eyes flutter shut.

“Spoiled rotten.”

“Your fault.” She gasps sharply when he does it again. “You’re always taking really good care of me.”

She’s whimpering now, needy for it and needy for something more. Her fists at his shirt tighten every time she glides over, back and forth across his thigh. “M’usually being good.”

“Bullshit.” He manages through his teeth and she grins against his shoulder.

She’s getting him angry now.

“Some inspiration will do you good.” She suggests. “Could write a song about what we’re about to do.”

“M’gonna write a whole fucking song about how sweet and tight your cunt is but just how fuckin pesky you are too.” He gets up with her in his arms, angry, bothered and now incredibly distracted.

He gives in just like she knew he would at some point. Almost immediately she’s on the floor with him rushing to hover over her. He’s already breathing heavily as he pulls her shorts down her legs and throws them far with impatience.

“Should have remembered I don’t like being ignored.” She smirks.

“A spoiled little—” Harry’s phone rings in the distance but it’s long forgotten as she unbuttons his jeans in a haste. He curses under his breath as she pulls his briefs down, his cock hard, springing up from the confines of his jeans.

“At least someones happy about me being a distraction,” she smirks as he pulls her underwear down her legs and she kicks them off. Just the sight of him, big and thick makes her stomach tighten.

She reaches for his cock, wraps her hand around it in attempt to line him up with her. He wraps his big hand around her wrist before she can only to pin it above her head.

“Tell Daddy what you want—”

“No, no teasing.” She shakes her head before he holds her jaw still in one hand.

“You don’t like it being done to you do you?” He tightens his hold as her legs squirm trying to pull him to her. “S’a shame because you’re gonna get it now love.”’ Her eyes go wide when she feels the head of him nudging at her clit. “Should know by now that m’fair, can’t go around teasing people and expecting nothing to catch up with you.”

She looks down to where he’s teasing her and she whines loudly. “Please.”

“Use your words. You were so chatty love, just minutes ago.”

She’s just panting now. Her chest rising and falling as he leaves kisses across it, sucks hard at the taut skin before biting down. She whimpers impatiently as he cups one of her breasts whilst wrapping his mouth around the other. She’s kicking her legs from the oversensitivity at her clit and the way his teeth are grazing her nipple.


He’s ruthless with it, how he glides himself over her wet slit. Teases her at her entrance before going back to her clit, prodding against it.

He notices her nearly shaking but he isn’t easing up. She’s got to learn, she’s much too spoiled. She isn’t used to being told no, she always manages to get her way. Nearly.

Harry is enjoying this, fully satisfied at the loss of power she isn’t used to. He’s hovering over her, her glassy eyes latched onto his smug ones. He thumbs over her wet lips slowly, the ones she’s been biting as he tortures her slowly.

“Mhm? Nothing?” He questions her rhetorically.

She’s just begging with her eyes now. Her blown out and glassy eyes. Her cheeks are already pink, her lips red and her hair is already tangled from his harsh grip.

“Back there you were all, Daddy this and Daddy that.”

She’s pulsing between her legs and the insides of her thighs are much too sticky. She’s whimpering for it now, for his cock as he grinds himself against her torturously back and forth.

“Daddy please.” She gulps. “Fuck me.”

“What’s that?” He smirks, holding her jaw tightly. “Speak up Princess.”

“Fuck me!” She nearly cries. “M’not kidding, won’t blow you for a whole week—”

She gasps sharply, nearly coughs over it as he drives into her. She cries out loudly before letting out a lusty moan. The one he thinks about when he’s away and results to pulling his hand over himself just replaying it over and over again. Her had tilts back, her neck strained as he drives into her roughly. He’s cursing harshly into her neck, forgetting his previous character.  

“S’this what you wanted?” He whispers bitterly. “What you were begging for?”  

She lets out soft whines and whimpers as she holds tightly to him.

“Can’t hear you love,” he wraps her leg around him, so he can get deeper. She cries out and her nails sink into the skin of his back harder. “Use your words.”

“Yes! Was—what—I—I wanted.” She moans wrapping herself tighter around him, needy for more. He notices how desperate she is for it, he knows she’ll come soon like this. “Don’t stop!—Keep fucking me—please!” This is what she wants, the easy way out, her way. But he’s not nearly done.

He cups her jaw, holds onto her tightly as he drives into her a few more times. His thrusts into her are rough ones. The tension and stress leaving him and he’s not surprised that she was right. She’s always right. And God she feels good, she always feels so fucking good.

He feels her squeezing him, enough to make him see white, enough to give into her. He’s got to stop, this would be much to easy on her.

Her eyes flutter open and widen as she lets out an involuntarily whine, she’s empty. She can barely lift her head off the floor to look down at where they had been connected. She was so full a second ago, so close to the brink and—

“Hands and knees.” He lifts himself off of her. “C’mon love, get to it. Haven’t got all day.”

“What!” She gasps. “I was—was—”

“Were you gonna come love?” He smirks. “Is that it? Were you close?”

She’s glaring at him with fluttering and disbelieving eyes. “You fucking—”

Easy there love,” he glares back pressing his thumb at her lips. “Wouldn’t want you to say anything you’d regret, you’re in enough trouble I’d say. Yeah?”

She reluctantly turns over to her stomach, lifting herself up onto her hands and knees like he asked. She’s still breathing deeply at her unfulfilled finish, she’s hot and she can feel herself dripping down her inner thighs as she holds herself up on her shaky hands and knees.

She’s not used to this, not getting what she wants. Her head hangs forward as she attempts catching her breath, her hair messily covering her face.

“Have to teach you how to be good don’t I?” He glides his fingers back and forth across her wet folds as she shudders. She whimpers pathetically when he cups her sex, lingers the pads of his fingers at her clit.

“You’re dripping for it love,” he whispers against the back of her neck as he hovers over her. Shivers run up her spine as her head bucks back towards him. “Look at that.” He brings his fingers to her, showing her. His fingers wet and glistening with it.

He’s back at teasing her, his fingers circling her clit, rubbing rough circles that make her knees wobble. His fingers tease her wet slit, nearly slide in only to have them stay at her entrance, teasing her achingly. He isn’t playing fair and he knows that, loves it too.

“Please.” Her voice cracks, barely a whisper gets out.  

“What are you begging for Princess?”

“Anything!” She whimpers. “Just do something.” She pushes back against him, needy for his hands on her.

She shudders as he smoothes his hand over the swell of her bum. “Need all the attention don’t you Princess?”


“Ask properly.”

“Please spank me.”


“Please spank me Daddy.” She whines impatiently.

The sound of his hand colliding with her skin resonates off the walls. The sting from his palm settling her and maddening her, making her moan in relief. The sound of it conditioned to make her drip.

She’s trying her best to keep herself upright as he gives her the second. He’s tugged her hair tightly, wrapped it around his fist as she jolts forward with a cry. The force of the blow arching her back beautifully and they both know she’s getting stickier between her thighs.

After the third he’s using his big hands to massage the blossoming pink skin. The cold silver of his rings are cold against her heated skin, she shudders when they glide back over her skin, she’s so sensitive to them. Obsessed with the ache they cause, the marks they leave and the sharp sting that melts into tingles.

“More.” She barely lets out. “Please, more.”

He goes for it, three more in a row, closer together in time. Her moans grow louder, and he  watches her skin go from pink to red. He’s at it harder, making the marks redder, knowing she loves to look at them in the mirror before she gets dressed for the day or undressed and before she bathes.

He kisses up her back until he reaches the nape of her neck, “The marks should stay for a while, till I get back in a week.”

She nods hastily, she likes having things that remind her of him, makes it easier to hold out for him. She’s breathing loudly as he guides her hips back to him.

“Right Princess, you’re gonna be good? Good for me?”

She nods lethargically, out of it but needy between her thighs.

“Words love, need your words.”

“Yes.” She whispers.

“Yes what!”

“M’gonna be good for you Daddy.” She looks back at him desperately.

“Take all of me in yeah? Always do that nicely.” He bites down on the warm skin of her neck. She nods hastily and he pushes into her swiftly. Her mouth opens in a silent moan when he fills her.

He’s quick to begin his rough thrusts at that spot inside of her. And she’s moaning loudly in relief along with his throaty curses. He’s deep and big and stretching her just how she wanted, “So good—fuck you’re big.

He’s leaving marks on her hips from where he’s steading her. So he can can fuck into her deeper. She’s doing so good and he tells her so. “Wish you could see what m’seeing Princess.” He groans as he continues driving into her wet folds.

“Taking me in so nicely into that sweet little cunt of yours.” He whispers to her. “You feel it don’t you, feel me deep inside of you, must be since you’re taking every inch into it.”

She whines loudly, pushing back on him, needy for every bit of him. She’s getting him nice and wet, covering him with her wetness that’s been pooling for much too long. He watches them, watches him pull back slick from her before driving hard back into her.

She’s so good he remembers in detail, exactly how she feels, how warm and soft she is.

He’ll never get used to how good she feels. It’s like the first time each time.

“God I love you—really fuckin in love with you.” He hovers over her, tangling a fist into her hair again to make her look to him. He kisses her cheek softy as he thrusts into her again and again.

She whimpers against his lips every time he meets the spongey spot inside of her, his groans pull their lips apart as well. “Stretching so well love, wrapping around me like my cock was made for you.”

She’s certain it was.

“We fit so nicely don’t we Princess?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“M’filling you up huh love?”

She nods barely, out of breath to answer but she she swears he’s reached her stomach. She’s taking all of him, just like she always manages. He’s in her so deep that every thrust of his brings her ass back to his lower stomach.

She turns her head, to look back at him taking her.

“Tell Daddy what you want Princess.”

“Don’t stop—just fuck me. Keep fucking me please.”

She hardly finishes her sentence before he’s taking her hips roughly, bending her further and pounding into her.

She can’t stop crying out, chanting his name and begs for him to keep going. She’s whimpering loudly, letting out cracked exhales as he hits deeper, harder.

When his hand collides with the already red skin of her bum she yelps. She’s taking all of him, the sensation of having him this deep mixes with the sting and throb of her spanked bum and she’s getting dizzy.

He does it again before driving into her hard and he gets that sound out of her again. He couldn’t explain it if he tried it’s just the filthiest moaned cry that keeps him up at night when he isn’t with her to make her do it.

She pushes back against him, needy for it all. She’s so full of him, stretching around him so nicely but she keeps pushing back onto him for more. He reaches around her for her clit, rubbing rough fast paced circles against her.

“Full.” She whimpers. She feels so full. She knows this feeling, the buildup of it, like a balloon filling up with air. She used to be wary about this feeling, tell him to stop because she knew she was about to make a mess onto whatever surface had been chosen. She’s close now, about to make a mess too and he’s craving it.

He knows she’s there, at that place. Full and ready to spill onto him. When he plants one foot of his on the floor so he can take her deeper, change the angle a bit she nearly screams and those blown out eyes of hers water slightly.

“You love this huh love,” he asks rhetorically over a whimpered cry of hers. “Getting fucked this hard till you can’t speak.”

She answers him with a choked out cry. She’s close, so close and she’s begging him to let her this time. The obscenities leaving his lips make her stomach tighten.

“Princess has got a sweet and tight little cunt doesn’t she?”

“M’- M’gonna—”

“Not yet Princess.”


“Belongs to me doesn’t it,” he groans loudly as she pulses around him. “I’ve got the best one don’t I, best one belongs to me.”

He’s relentless with her, so she’s just spilling out, ‘Yours, yours, yours’ desperately over and over again. She can’t think of anything else to say or that she’ll be able to manage.

He goes mad, can’t stop fucking her, the sounds she lets out spurring him on. The sounds of the fucking, her ass hitting his lower stomach, the sounds of her wet sex driving him into a craze.

She’s so wet, they can hear it, can hear her wet skin take him in, can hear him fucking her hard like she needed.

He pulls her hair, her neck stretching back as he bends her body further, shifting the angle he’s pushing into her.

“Fuck!—Yes, Harry.“ She gasps.

She cries out when he stops, only realizing what she had done when he stills inside of her.

“What was that Princess?” He growls.


“Don’t go silent on me now Princess.”

“Daddy.” She corrects herself hurriedly.

“There it is.” He groans in response, before driving back into her roughly.

He’s just as close as she is, feels like he’s just about ready to explode, his body tightening, his muscles roping in, working into overdrive.

“Fuck!—Come Daddy please! I need you to—come inside me.”

“Look at me love, look at me.” He whispers harshly. Her eyes are barely open and she can’t comply to anything at this point. He does it for her then, taking her jaw turning it towards him as she looks back at him. “There, wanna see you come.” He’s holding her in place to make sure she keeps her eyes on him. And she’s looking at him desperately, with watery eyes. “Come for me Princess, go on.”

He’s done for once he feels her come around him, squeezing him so tightly he’s seeing things hazily. He’s fucking her past her orgasm, with whatever strength he finds. Her release coating him as he drives into her with sloppy rapid thrusts. She’s properly crying out now, her body flooded with overstimulated nerves as she tilts her head back, wobbly at the knees.

He’s got his hands on her hips, holding tightly to them as he nears his finish. He knows how sensitive she is, she’s squeezing him so tightly he can barely get into her. ‘Christ—tight! Bloody—Fuck!—’ He moans loudly. It’s both her tightening around him and that desperate look in her eyes as she’s looking at him, that unravels him. He’s cursing loudly, holding tightly to her hips as he comes undone. He’s spilling into her hot and heavily, she whimpers and whines when she feels him shudder inside of her, coating her walls.

He pulls out of her slowly, wet and sensitive, cursing at the feeling of losing her. He groans deep in his throat as he watches him ooze out of her, leak wouldn’t even do this justice more like watching him pour out of her.

She needs to lay down, he does so carefully, makes her lay on her back as he pushes the hair from her face.

“Good?” He asks rhetorically over his heavy pants. She nods barely with whatever energy she has left. “Not bored anymore?” He bites down on the skin of her shoulder. She shakes her head before he leaves a kiss at her forehead.  

“A lot—you came really hard, can feel it still.” She mumbles.

“Christ you did too,” he pushes his hair off his face. “Felt you soak me.”  

“Is that me or you then?” She smiles sleepily feeling it run down her legs.

“If I give it a good look m’gonna get hard again.” He groans turning to her. “M’already in enough trouble.” He laughs tiredly. But he’s not complaining about this distraction, not one bit. They can wait.

“Say you had to rescue a cat from a tree.” She offers. “You were being chivalrous so they can fuck off.” She mutters and he laughs loudly pulling her to him.

“M’never gonna be able to get any work done in here, ever. You’ve ruined the space.” He says.

“Is it because there’s come on the floor now?”

“That too.” He chuckles.

“I love your cock.” She sighs, a wide grin spread onto her face. “A lot.” He hums against her, smiling against her warm skin. “M’a lucky girl, get it all to myself.”

“Haven’t said anything about the who attached to it.”

“Yeah, he’s alright.” She shrugs. “Bearable.”

“Oh, that’s good then? Bearable is always good.” He buries his head into her chest to bit down on her collarbone. She squeals loudly as he sucks harshly on the bitten skin.

“He’s my favorite,” she wraps her arms around his neck bringing herself closer to him. “But it’s better he doesn’t know, gets a bit cocky that one.”

“I love you too.” He grins.

“A bit awkward love, who said I was talking ‘bout—”

“Shut up.”  He bites down on the soft skin of her breast

“God you’ve ruined me,” she pushes her now tangled hair out of her face. “Nothing’s ever gonna be as good as that or all the other times.”

“Are you planning on—”

“No, plan on fucking you for the rest of my life.” She says and he hums contently. “Can’t go back to a life of mediocre sex where m’nearly dangling off the bed dressed like a Mary Poppins explaining what the clit looks like.”

“S’oddly specific.” He looks up at her.

She laughs loudly as he kisses her, she attempts to kiss him back while laughing still. “It was Halloween, three years ago.”

“Glad you’re mine then. No dangling Marry Poppins, none of that.” He says and they both erupt in laughter again.

“Can we go out tonight? Check a few things off my list?” She runs her fingers through his hair, setting aside some messy strands.

She makes a list of places and things she wants to do with him whilst he’s gone. It’s her way of creating something to look forward to when he’s gone for so long. When she’s got lots to wait for and it makes the waiting easier. And she likes sharing things with him, doing new things with him they both can remember and keep when they aren’t together. She likes having memories that are just for them.

So he doesn’t mind at all when she drags him to a cooking class, or to a nursery to get plants they can plant in their back garden (she sends him pictures of their growing plants whilst he’s away), or that one ice cream place with extremely odd flavors.

“Yes,” he kisses the tip of her nose. “Let me just finish this and m’all yours.”

She nods as he gets himself off of her, the idea of working is a lot less appealing now he must admit. She’s still panting slightly on the floor as he walks back to his desk.

“You pressed record.” He groans pulling his jeans back up.

“Should use that for something then.” She grins getting up to look for her clothes. “Would you look at that? You didn’t even have to slave over or write something new to send out. Your welcome.” She grins walking out of the room with her clothes in hand.

“Love for Christ’s sake the gardeners are outside! Put your clothes on!” Harry regrets buying a house with her with so many windows now. She likes big windows. So he got her big windows.

“Make me.” She calls back from the hallway she’s already walked down. “It’s my home and I’ll walk around naked in it if I fancy.”

“No you won’t!” He laughs exasperatedly. Not when the windows are open and when there’s people outside.

“M’not about to slip my shorts back on when I’ve got your come running down my legs still.” She rolls her eyes. “Come clean me up, we could use a bath. I got you sticky too.”

She’s really getting to him today. Sending him into a craze and he doesn’t know how to explain this to the people waiting to hear from him about the things he had to do today. He most certainly is not going to get anymore work done today or meet any of his deadlines.

He gets up from his desk abruptly, “a menace.” He groans as he hears her running the bath. “A fuckin menace.” But he’s nearly running down the hallway to their bedroom at the end of the hallway.

Jeff Atkins Imagine #1

Yay im adding 13rw to my list of imagine… things anyways

I hope this is good because I legit love jeff but tony is my fav… and HE DESERVED BETTER and this takes place before Hannah and Jeff…. *cries*


Originally posted by cynicalsunset

    Most of the time, you were the one in the relationship to get extremely mad. Sometimes your boyfriend Jeff was too nice for you, too calm for everything and that made you angry sometimes. Especially when you wanted him to yell and let his true feelings out. You could see veins throbbing in his muscular body when you two fought and it made you worried that one day he would explode. You wanted Jeff to get mad at you because it worried you if he didn’t.

And one day you had enough. You two (more like just you) had been fighting over the fact that Jeff seemed to be spending more time with Clay and his other friends more than he had been with you, and all Jeff could do was sigh and tell you he was sorry. 

“Y/N, baby I’m sorry. Clay’s been hanging out with Hannah and I know he likes her and I just want him to be happy. He hasn’t liked someone this much since kinder.” Jeff said as he watched you pace in the library, where Clay had just left from after helping him with his paper. 

There he was, giving valid excuses. Excuses that you actually thought were cute and didn’t want to stop, but you were so angry that he just didn’t tell you off. You would have liked it better. You hated that you were the bad guy in the relationship. 

“Come on, baby.” Jeff said, getting up from his seat and wrapping his arms around you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder as you stared ahead. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you to the movies tonight if you want? I’ll skip one practice just for you. The new Ouija movie came out yesterday and I know you want to see it.” 

You felt the heat bubble under your skin as you thought of his kindness, and when you didn’t answer Jeff placed a kiss on your temple. “You know I would spend more time with you if I could, Y/N. Please…”

“Jeff, stop!” You said sharply, pulling away. He looked at you while his jaw tightened. You could tell he was angry that you were still angry. You knew he hated that he was being honest and you were still being a bitch, and you hated yourself for walking away too. 

You ran out of the library, running at the back of Clay’s retreating backside, calling out his name. “Clay, wait up!” 

Clay turned around with his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth open slightly. “Hey, Y/N… weren’t you just fighting with Jeff?” 

“Jensen when you witness someone get into a fight you don’t ask questions three seconds later.” You sighed, before laughing at his expression. 

“Right.” He said, nodding and then continuing to walk. You walked with him, only glancing back slightly to see that Jeff was standing at the door of the library with his arms crossed. 

You turned away quickly. “You want to go to Rosie’s with me? My treat.” You asked Clay, fixing your shirt. 

“Uh, well,” Clay looked back as well but you stayed looking ahead. “I have work at seven so…” 

“It doesn’t take that long to eat a meal, Jensen. Come on.” You hooked your elbow with his and put on a fake smile, beginning to tease him about Hannah, who just so happened to be one of your new friends. 


It had been a few days since your fight with Jeff, and since then you had been ignoring him to your greatest extent. You wanted him to confront you, to tell you you were being a bitch, which three people had told you so far. You wanted Jeff to act normal. But yet despite the severe case of bitchiness you were showing him, Jeff still went out of his way to send you goodnight, goodmorning, and just in general cute texts. He kept apologizing, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to be a human and get angry and yell, sometimes his perfect collect and physique got you. Sometimes it made you feel insecure because you weren’t like Jeff and you felt like you didn’t deserve him. Jeff deserved better

But on this particular day, after three consecutive days that you had been ignoring Jeff, you guessed it got too much for him. It was after a baseball game, and the minute that the game had ended and Jeff had won the game for the team you shot out of your seat like the rest of the crowd, yelling loudly. 

You threw your half eaten hot dog to the ground and ran off of the bleachers as the baseball team was walking to the locker rooms. Bryce Walker, a friend of Jeff’s, was walking right in front of your smiling boyfriend, both of them covered in red dirt and giving high fives away like candy. 

“Bryce!” You yelled out, catching the attention of both men. This was your last try at getting Jeff mad. At giving him a chance to explode on you. At being a little less perfect. 

“Y/N?” Bryce said with a little confusion and a lot of excitement. He held out his arms hesitantly and you shrugged before giving him a giant hug, laughing loudly. 

“Good game, Bryce! You did good out there.” Your eyes went wide when his hands lingered too low on your waist, instantly pushing him a little with laughter. “Any plans for celebration? I’ve got weed.” 

Bryce raised his eyebrows and grinned, twisting his bat in his hands. “Wow, didn’t know you smoked, Y/N! Well me and the guys are getting together for a little fun stuff. The hot tub will definitely be put to good use. Any chance you wanna share the stuff?” 

You could see Jeff out of the corner of your eye, his neck and temple throbbing with veins. He was getting angry. You still ignored him. 

“Hell yeah, I’ve got a new two piece I have to show off.” You winked cheekily and Bryce coughed loudly. 

“Of course your boyfriend would be coming too.” He said while glancing at Jeff. 


It all happened in a flash, one second you were walking next to Bryce and the next there was the clatter of a bat and you were swept off of your feet and thrown over someone’s back. It was Jeff and he was completely ditching his route to the locker rooms and was carrying you the direction of the parking lot, which was slowly clearing out. 

“We still on?” Bryce called out. 

You nodded while struggling in Jeff’s tight grip. Jesus, you had a good view of his ass and muscular arms. “Fuck,” You cursed. “Jeff, ease up a bit on the grip, I bruise easily.” 

Jeff said nothing but obliged to your request, his breathing hard and fast. Honestly, you were scared a little bit. You knew this is what you had wanted, but you didn’t exactly know what was in store for you. Was he going to break up with you? Murder you and throw your body in a ditch. Angry Jeff was unpredictable because he hardly ever existed. 

When you two arrived at his car he set you down a little roughly, throwing his baseball cap off of his head and running his fingers through his hair. “What did I do?” He asked softly despite his rough demeanor. 

You thought you had heard wrong. “What?” 

“WHAT DID I DO?” Jeff yelled loudly, his face going red. “WHAT DID I DO TO MAKE YOU SO COLD TOWARDS ME! I LOVE YOU, BUT Lately you’ve been acting like such a- such a- BITCH!” 

Part of you was relieved that he had called you that, but not when the guilt suddenly ate his features. “NO- no, Jeff! It wasn’t you oh MY GOD! It was me, Jeff, I was a bitch, I am a bitch don’t apologize.” 

“No, you’re not oh my God, I’m so-” 

“JEFF! Please don’t apologize! Do something! Call me names, yell at me, look at this point I don’t care! Punch me, let out your anger, Jeff! God, I hate seeing you like this, angry but you don’t do anything.” 

Jeff was confused, his chest heaving. “Baby, you know i hate being angry. It makes me feel like a bad person.” 

You let out a huge breath of air as you turned around in a circle, tugging at the roots of your hair. “Jeff,God, Jeff does that mean I’m a bad person? Jeff, you’re human it’s okay to be mad and it’s okay to yell every once in a while. Do you know how it makes me feel when you can do everything with so much kindness and positivity? It makes me feel insecure because I’m not as pure as you and I’m a big bitch. God, I love you, Jeff, but please just get angry at me. It is my fault.” 

Jeff stood there for a second, staring at you and processing your words. His eyes gazed over your face and you shifted uncomfortably after a second. Then, without warning he surged forward and kissed you sweetly and despite his sweaty hands and body he tasted like mint. 

When he pulled back he smiled and shook his head. “You ignored me for three whole days because you were angry that I never get angry? That’s kind of ridiculous, babe. Listen, I do these things, I put up with you even when you’re irrational because I know you feel bad when you do it. I know that it doesn’t matter how long it takes you always apologize. Let me guess this way your last attempt?” 

You grumbled slightly because Jeff was grinning down at you now, his hands on your shoulders as his fingers squeezed you lightly. “Yes.” 

“Baby, in so many ways it makes you better than me, because I bottle those emotions up. One day I told my mom off because I was angry at Zach and I didn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t know that breaking my lucky bat was wrong because he thought I was okay with it, because I didn’t get angry. Please, Y/N, don’t feel insecure with me. We’re both a little rusty on our humanity skills baby.” 

You nodded and Jeff did so too, placing his forehead across yours as he smiled before enveloping your lips in his, his teeth grazing your bottom lip teasingly. “I love you, Jeff.” 

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

“More than anything in the world.” You both said together before kissing once more.

“Now let me tell you how hot you look when you’re yelling, Jeff.” 


Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

Sinful. (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut, smut, smut (with some fluff bc it’s chimchim).
Word count: 5.4k

Summary: In which painting a naked Park Jimin escalates and takes an interesting turn.

WARNING: sub!jimin, teasing, babygirl kink, light choking, dom!reader, handjob, dirty talk etc. just straight up filth ok brace yourselves and prepare some holy water - Reader Discretion is advised.

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Ride (Jimin/Reader)

Prompt: Can I request a Jimin smut where you like to ride his thigh and he have fetishist for ur boobs because they’re kind of sensitive? Anyway bless this blog

Genre: Smut

Words: 1,285+

Author: Admin Em

Summary: Each moment spent with Jimin was incredibly precious to both of you. And well those precious moments had some extra special times, times where you and Jimin would be one, panting, groaning sweaty bodies moving in sync…. 

Tags: Thigh riding, slight babygirl!kink, porn with little plot, etc. 

Originally posted by sosjimin

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Just Remember

Alright, so, this is probably going to be my last Fic post in THIS blog, it will still be active, it will still post Voltron stuff, I just start posting the fics from my WRITER Blog, so everything is orginized and stuff :D

Anyways, I was having a shitty morning with myself so, I wanted to scream but I couldn’t bc I was in traffic and like, so many people around so I did the best thing: I wrote. 

Langst but also happy langst. Even Lance have these moments guys, they are valid and okay. 

Ps. Hope it’s not too hard or stressful to read? 

Disclaimer: Voltron dosen’t belong to me. 

Shiro’s disappointed glare.

Lance punches the bag.

Pidge’s annoyed roll of eyes.

Another punch followed by a kick.

Keith’s exasperated scoff.

Kick, punch, shout.

Hunk’s exhausted sigh.

Punch, kick, punch, tears.

Coran’s shake of head.

Tears, punch, shout.

Allura’s skeptical frown.


Lance screams and shouts and curses. He lets it all out. He lets his words and shouts echo around as he falls to his knees in the middle of the training room. He hiccups as sobs shake his body. He doesn’t bother to wipe away his tears, he lets them fall to the ground and stain the mat below him.

He curses loudly and lividly for every part of him that makes him feel unworthy. He weakly punches the mat as he whimpers and his shoulders lose their strength.

Shiro’s disappointed glare turns into a concern one once he catches Lance’s weak whimpers as he cradles his own hand to his chest.

Frowning in worry, Shiro steps into the training room and takes a seat besides the brunet as Lance tries to hide his injured wrist.

“Lance, buddy, there’s no need to push yourself, I told you.” He reprimands gently, giving him a look when the brunet doesn’t allow him to get a better look of his wrist, “This training is new, you don’t need to be an expert the very same day you learn it.”

Lance sighs as he lets Shiro takes his wrist into his hands and the older teen inspects it carefully. and just hums dryly as an answer.

“Buddy, you’re already our sharpshooter, it’s okay to take your own pace as you learn to improve yourself.” Shiro says quietly after a few minutes in silence as he wraps Lance’s wrist in a white bandage, “You are getting used to the new form of your bayard, these things take time.”

“I know.” Lance answers softly, a small frown on his face, “But I feel like I’m letting you all down if I don’t learn to use it fast enough. What if we are in the battle field and because I still don’t know how to use or if I shot someone innocent or worse, one of you guys, by accident and -”

“Lance.” Shiro cuts off, not unkindly, “You’re our sharpshooter. The entire team and I have full faith in you.” He offers a proud smile at the brunet, “You would never miss a shot.”

Lance takes a deep breath as he let go of his abused lower lip. He sighs, wiping the thin line of blood coming from the corner of his mouth as he raises his head.

“It’s all in your mind.” Lance tells himself, placing a hand over his eyes to block out the light. “It’s all in your mind, it’s all in your mind. It’s okay. It’s valid. Just remember.”

The brunet takes a deep breath. “Just remember.”

He stays in silence for a little longer.

Pidge’s roll her eyes annoyed as Lance cheers in victory when the screen in the break room flashes the words of ‘Victory For Azul’ in big gold letters.

“Yeah, ok, you win this round, Mister.” Pidge says, shoving him by the arm, smirking when the brunet’s laughs, “I will win the next round, for sure.”

Lance chuckles as he raises his hand and ruffles Pidge’s wild bed hair. “We have been playing this game for like two hours, Pidge, aren’t you tired of me already?”

Pidge scoffs as if the mere question offended her. “Pick up your controller, Mr. Spanish; I’m kicking your ass.” She declares as she presses a few buttons and the screen shows the announcement of Round 4.

Pidge wins until Round 10.

Lance’s mouth twitches as his brain keeps filling him with the missing scenes with his team.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

He falls back on the mat and lays down, closing his eyes as he repeats his breathing exercise.

“You’re okay.” He breathes out softly, “You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay.”

Keith scoffs exasperated as he watches his boyfriend hog the entire blanket in their bed.

“Lance, no.” He whines, stomping his foot against the floor, “Stop hogging the blanket every time I go take a shower.”

“Nop.” Lance replies from the bottom of the mountain of blankets, “You’re the one who wants to train so late, bear the consequences, buddy.”

“Babe!” The black haired man shouts annoyed and Lance suppresses his snickers as Keith’s pouts.

“Nope.” He repeats gleefully before yelping in surprise when a body slams itself from above, successfully crushing him, “Keith!”

Keith laughs playfully as he lays above Lance comfortably on his stomach, meeting Lance’s bright blue eyes easily even in the darkness around them, “Hi there.”

Lance snorts before he smiles. “Hello, hello.” He answers softly, reaching towards his boyfriend and Keith quickly meets him halfway.

“You’re comfy.” Keith confesses quietly against his lips and Lance laughs.

“Oh, hush.” He says as he smiles and nuzzles his face against Keith lovingly.

Lance hums quietly under his breath as his breathing goes back to normal after a few minutes.

He taps the surface of the mat he’s lying in with the tip of his fingers, following the rhythm of the song he’s humming.

Hunk sighs exhausted as he takes in the sight of his best friend covered in food goo.

“Lance, buddy, what’cha doin’?” He asks, fighting back the grin that threatens to appear as the brunet blinks surprised.

“Uh…” He starts, voice trailing unsure, “The mice made me do it?”

Said group of mice squeak at the accusation before Hunk accepts his losing battle as he laughs.

“Let me guess?” Hunks say and Lance nods, waving his hand as permission, “You tried to make my goo cookies?”

A pause.

“No…?” Lance answers, smiling innocently as some goo falls from his hair and Hunk shakes his head.

“Dude, if you wanted some you could have just ask me.” He says, stepping into the kitchen and wiping some of the goo from his friend’s hair and then grabs a clean cloth from the counter.

Lance pouts as he accepts the cloth and wipes his face. “I didn’t want to bother you.” He confesses softly.

Hunk snort amusedly. “Buddy, baking, food and you will never be a bother for me.” He reassures, smiling big and bright at the sheepish brunet, “Now, come on! Let’s do some baking!”

“I heard baking!” Shiro’s shout echoes around them as the leader of Voltron slides into the kitchen with a bright smile, “I call dibs on Lance’s biscuits.”

“No, no, those are mine, Shiro!” Come Keith’s shout as the younger brother jumps on Shiro’s back to fight him.

Lance and Hunk start baking, ignoring the wrestling brothers on the floor.

The brunet takes his training gloves as he sighs calmly when the door of the training room opens and closes and steps makes their way towards him.

He doesn’t need to open his eyes to acknowledge the warm body lying beside him.

He takes Keith’s hand into his own in silence.

Coran shakes his head and Lance’s face fall.

“Hey, come on, now.” Coran says as soon as he notices the brunet’s sad eyes, “You are doing great, Lance! You got 9 out of 12 correct!” He praises, smiling big and proud at the brunet sitting in front of him.

Lance pouts. “Well yeah, but still, I’m still nowhere good. I can barely understand it! I will be a miracle if I’m ever able to speak it with you guys.”

Coran’s face softens at the words. “Oh, Lance, the mere fact you want to learn Altean is enough. Allura and I are so grateful that you are giving us this small time of normality that allows us to remember our roots.”

He leans forward to ruffle Lance’s head. “You’re doing great, mikró ílio.”

Lance blinks before he beams. “Little sun.” He translates softly and Coran smiles back just as brightly, pride clear in his eyes.

He doesn’t know how long they have been lying there, but at some point, Lance’s humming had stopped but Keith’s voice had filled in the silence, singing softly and quietly under his breath,

Lance allows himself to smile.

Allura’s skeptical frown turns into a confused one as Lance points at the corner of the screen.

“Okay, I understand your point, but wouldn’t it be easier to create a distraction and then just take the quintessence?” She asks and Lance taps his chin in deep thought.

“Well,” He starts, “It’s an option, but remember that the quintessence is something real valuable to the Galra, specially to Lotor now that Zarkon is out of commission. Their guards have been doubled since out last attack.”

Tapping twice into the screen, the video of their last mission appears. “See? The room is filled with druids plus some Galra Soldiers and the occasional Supervisor making rounds. A direct attack would only put them in higher alert even when some of us are sneaking in.”

“So sneaking in from the start is the best option.” Allura muses and Lance shrugs.

“It’s our best shot.” Lance declares, smiling when Allura nods her head at him and smiles.

“Well, you’re our sharpshooter, there’s no way we’re missing this.”

“Thank you, amor.” Lance says softly, turning his head to meet Keith’s face and his heart flutters when Keith’s blue eyes meet his own.

Keith stops his singing to smile gently at his boyfriend, “You okay?” He asks quietly, reaching out to brush Lance’s bangs away from his face and his eyes turn tender when the brunet nuzzles his face against his hand.

“Nah, my mind is still being a bitch.” Lance confesses, turning slightly to drop a small kiss against Keith’s palm, “But you being here kicks its ass, so I will be.”

“And I will be here.” Keith says, leaning forward to drop his own his against the brunet’s forehead.

“Thank you, amor.”

All Or Nothing - Smut

Originally posted by dylanmysunshine

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 6,244
AN: College AU, all human. This was never meant to be published tbh but you can thank @writing-obrien​ for it getting done. Also shout out to @hardladyheart​ for her late night motivation and @sarcasticallystilinski​ for spitballing title ideas with me.

The song that’s sung is obviously not mine, it’s by State Champs. Listen HERE.

You transferred into Berkeley college in the beginning of your sophomore year. You hated starting a new school, but at least it was college and not high school. You’d been here a few weeks. You hadn’t made any friends yet, just your roommate, but you were more acquaintances. She was an art major and a little quirky, plus her boyfriend lived off campus so she wasn’t around much.

Being a music major had it perks. There were a lot of hot guys in the music department, but most of them were too involved with their own projects to notice you. You were pretty quiet, always lost in your own head. No one would have guessed that you weren’t the least bit shy. And you liked to keep it that way.

However, life had become boring. You finally had the hang of your classes and schedule but you needed to find something else to do with your time. Which is why you found yourself in the music building, standing in front of the bulletin board. Most of the notices were the same, people selling instruments or looking for them, people looking for practice space, advertisements for open mic nights. But one flier in particular caught your eye.

It wasn’t fancy at all, maybe a little creased and wrinkled from being in someone’s pocket. It was plain white, written on with black Sharpie.






There was a crudely drawn Chewbacca next to it, holding what looked to be a guitar. You chewed your bottom lip in thought. You could do that. You fit the qualifications. You pulled out your phone, typing the number in and saving it to your contacts for later.

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anonymous asked:

Hey dude how do you feel about all the pewdiepie drama lately? Honestly I still love him, he made mistakes trying to make a joke and he realized what he did was not cool and apologised. I dont think he deserves all the backslashes and hate he's gotten. But anyway what do you think?

(this post is talking to people generally, not specifically to you, the person who asked. :>) 


cuz I’m getting so many asks on it. 

I was in California for when this situation happened in Long Beach comicon from an event I literally came back from tonight, and I’m, both disgusted, and I’m not even surprised that this happened. If anything, I’m surprised it took so long for everyone else to finally chip in and see the vulgarity that the media is placing on Pewdiepie. 

I watch Pewdiepie’s videos every day. I also watch him more often and favor him over literally any other channel for he’s even apart of my daily routine. I wake up, watch the new vid that came out, and then draw. He’s by far my favorite channel, (I know, CRAZY! innocent little me doesn’t seem like the type to enjoy his entertainment, but I truly do, and will be a bro forever. XD lolol) and because I’ve been actively watching him without fail as a big fan of him for the past year, I’ve seen from the beginning how the media has placed attack after attack on him, warping what he says out of context to make him out to be a monster, when he is infact NOT. because I would watch the videos first and see the context of his videos before the media threw lies at him. The proof, in my opinion, is undeniable that pewdiepie is being attacked. It’s actually because of how I see raw proof of evidence of how disgusting the media is that I don’t trust a lot of news I see anywhere, even regarding politics because the media targets that like it’s a gold mine. (because for them it is. it’s all about money to the media, NOT morals or standers, click bate and ad rev and controling people’s views and opinions so they can keep wracking in more money for later scandalous news articles and reports. it’s all a fake greedy glutenous ploy for money.) So seeing what happens to pewdiepie, I don’t trust most media, because they are the same people that make news on everything, even to people I don’t always agree with or support such as Donald Trump. I will say that I am definitely not a Trump supporter, but the media does the same thing to him as they are doing to Pewdiepie, they are in the same position, Just… food for thought… 

Now when I say this, I want to make it clear that my point when I say this is that, be careful what you believe when it comes to hollywood, news, the media, the press, even when it comes to people you hate, or love.  

I may be only 22, so it’s probably not saying much when I say this, but I have NEVER seen the media, the press, news, even the bias of some teachers in education, Hollywood, etc become so full of lies, let alone people be so GULLIBLE as to believe whomever gets to them first, and then believe it without question, or do any background check, or research. The people that think Pewdiepie is what the media is making him out to be, is just as ridiculous to me as the media itself who is accusing him of these horrendous labels. Like seriously, the least you can do is watch his videos to actually see what’s going on. it takes all of 15 minutes. I don’t understand how people can be so disgustingly violent and ready to believe and hate and disrespect someone so quickly just because someone pointed the finger to them, let alone with false evidence, when they have NO idea what the story is? HOW Can you people be so hypocritical to call someone scum, and then act like scum, TO SOMEONE WHO IS INNOCENT!

basically, the media is disgusting, and I’ve seen it’s vulgarity for a while, and I find the people that believe it to be wrong too, especially when they spread hate themselves and lets the media control their views.  

Look, I’m not saying that Pewdiepie’s jokes were in good taste, and that labeling it as “oh it’s just a joke” justifies the bad joke he made, and I can understand why it would be offensive to some. but an offensive joke is something worth forgiving, that’s just a mistake, and it’s a COMMON mistake that many do, everyone is guilty. it only matters because he’s in the public eye. like it’s not like he raped someone, or committed murder. and unlike those things, a joke, does NOT define a person for what they truly believe in, that’s why it’s a “joke”. So to call pewdiepie any of the horrendous names that the media is labeling him under, is absolute slander and bull, it’s disgusting, it’s inhumane considering the fact that it’s literally an all out attack to give attempts in ruining his career, Just So the media can make money off of a story that isn’t even true.

I see other’s such as Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, h3h3, CToastKen, even The Amazing Atheist who hates pewdiepie, etc. defending pewdiepie, and these hypocritical “social justice warriors” who’s blindly follow the horrific media trying to tear down Markiplier and all who defend pewdiepie with hate, and calling them homophobic, racist, nazi, kkk, antisemetic etc. I even saw people accusing Markiplier, one of the most genuine and respectful people on youtube’s platform, being called these things today…So originally, being a small tiny youtuber in comparison to the giant youtubers who are being attacked just for defending a friend who is innocent…. I was scared to talk about this subject, because unlike them, a lot of hate for me defending pewdiepie can seriously hurt my channel…. And chances are, I will receive hate for this post, and will be labeled the same things as them. but ya know what?… I don’t care… And if people don’t agree with me and think I’m a homophobe, or a sexist, or a racist, and attack people and tell people to go die over a situation you don’t even know, (despite that I’m a female, feminist, liberal that is apart of the LGBT community) you can gladly unsub to me if you so desire. And I will respect that. because respect, is important. it’s not easy to respect someone you don’t agree with, or even someone who hurts you, it definitely takes the bigger person to respect something you don’t agree with, And it seems like a lost trait these days… 

So I’m ready and prepared for whatever is thrown at me once I click that little blue button saying “post” in the bottom right corner of my post. 

I completely 100,000% defend Pewdiepie, and stand firmly by him. The Media is disgusting.

Transference (M) – Chapter 01

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Summary: During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card and figure, what the hell. The business arrangement becomes…mutually beneficial. Y’all know where this is going.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2,061

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, discussion of BDSM, sex work, profanity.

A/N: This work is a byproduct of about 6 months of insomnia and 60-hour work weeks, which resulted in a series of recurring dreams about Jung Hoseok which were…*fans self*

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

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parkjiminbiased  asked:

hey so i know you do head canons and i was wondering if you'd write an andreil one about them adopting a kid thanks

i have this issue where i start headcanons and they end up being fics so enjoy

  • Okay so Neil and Andrew are on the same professional Exy team
  • They live in like the small urban part of Missouri or something, and they have a lot of free time because it’s the off season
  • So Andrew goes to the library every afternoon like clockwork
    • He’s studying up on law and entertaining the idea of going to law school after they retire 
    • Neil tags along sometimes and loves browsing the crime/mystery section
  • The library workers recognize them as the famous exy-playing assholes, but they’re all older women who have nothing better to do than gossip behind the desk
  • Mary, the senior librarian, runs the children’s programs during the summer and makes sure to invite all the kids from the nearby elementary school
  • It’s raining pretty hard outside when Neil and Andrew stumble in one afternoon during Mary’s dramatic reading of The Fox and the Hound
  • Andrew saunters off upstairs while Neil heads to the bathroom so he can wring out their wet raincoats 
    • (Nicky got them matching raincoats for Christmas that year, insisting that he needed to “keep up the theme”)
    • (Andrew refuses to wear the matching red rain boots)
  • Neil hears muffled crying from one of the stalls, interrupted every now and then by a small hiccup
  • He knocks hesitantly on the stall door
  • “I’m in here!” the kid shouts
  • “Everything okay?”
  • “Uh.. yeah,” he sniffles, “I think”

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Just Watch

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers

Summary: It’s birthday sex as usual, but Bucky wants Steve to watch. 

A/N: This is my submission for @bucky-plums-barnes 100 Banging Kinks for Bucky’s 100th Birthday.  My kink was “a third person watches”.  I dk how i feel about this though… I guess we’ll see.  

Warnings: NSFW; smut, voyeurism, unprotected sex, oral (mr); it’s just crappy smut

Word Count: 1555

tags: @feelmyroarrrr @malindacath @daybreak96

Happy Birthday Bucky!

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You love me, right?

A/N: Maybe not exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy. 

“Don’t touch me!” you giggled. But Harry didn’t listen as he continued to reach for you, narrowly avoiding the bicycle kicks you were sending his way.

“Oh, come off it, m’hands aren’t that cold,” he said with an eye roll as he finally got you to settle beneath him. His hands rested on your sides, and while your flesh was protected from his chilly fingers by the thick fabric of your sweater, you could feel the coldness hovering above.

“They are freezing, Harry.” You looked around best you could with Harry keeping you still, trying to find some way to escape. But you were trapped in the middle of the bed like a raft out to sea with no sight of shore.

“Fine, fine. Won’t touch you.” His shoulders slumped in dejection, bottom lip protruding pathetically. You looked for signs of movement; you’d been in this relationship long enough to know Harry never gave up without a fight. “But yeh know, love, cold hands mean ‘ve got a warm heart.”

Your eyebrows raised, mouth in a hard line. “That is the biggest load—”

The words hardly left your mouth before Harry’s hands infiltrated your warm sweater. He roamed the expanse of your warm body, squeezing and tickling all the spots that made you squeal. Maybe it wasn’t his cold hands, but the sound of your laugh echoing throughout his bedroom did make Harry swell with warmth.

“Harry…Harry, please,” you pleaded through heavy breaths, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “My tummy hurts…think you’ve given me a cramp.”

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The Morning After

Request: I would love a Bucky smut where him and reader have to go undercover as a married couple.

Summary: You were supposed to go on a undercover mission with Steve, not the man you despised- James Buchanan Barnes.

Warnings: smut, sexual tension, fluff

A/N: I have another draft of this written up but it was all over the place and I didn’t like it so I switched to this one.

“I know you were expecting to go on this mission with Steve, but we have a job to do.” Bucky threw a towel over his shoulder, heading toward the door of the hotel room.

“Well, once you took Steve’s place this mission just got exponentially harder.” You stepped out of the bathroom, towel and sunscreen in your hand.

“How so?” He smiled, cocking an eyebrow at you.

You jutted your hip out, rolling your eyes at him. Your bikini was nothing special; it had a pushup top that accentuated your breasts perfectly, but that was about it. The top and the bottom matched with blue and white stripes. You topped the outfit off with red sunglasses; the suit was meant to get a chuckle from Steve, not Bucky.

“Because now I have to pretend I’m head over heels in love with you, not Steve.” You flipped the light off. “Let’s just go check out the damn pool.”

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punsbulletsandpointythings  asked:

Your myth retellings are gorgeous. Would you tell another please? Maybe something with Hermes?

Pandora is made from earth, shaped by the hands of Hephaestus and made in the image of his beloved wife. Aphrodite gifts her with grace and charisma. Athena teaches her to weave and bestows cleverness upon her.

She stands in front of Hermes, and the god frowns and touches her with a single fingertip on her chin, moving her head one way than the other. “They’ll eat you alive,” he says, and she doesn’t understand.

She tilts her head to the side and smiles a vacant smile. All of the cleverness in the world will do her no good without any context. “We are the same,” she says, pressing a hand to Hermes’s chest. She is made from earth and has the skin to mach. He is a celestial god, and his skin is the same rich shade of brown.

He did not ask to be born any more than his mother asked to bare him. His creation, just like hers, is at the whims of Zeus. All for some little lost fire, all because Prometheus wanted his people to be warm, and, well, he is the god of the thieves after all –

So he gifts her with deceit, with selfishness, with cunning. Her smile leaves her face all at once as she’s filled with self-awareness. “He’ll be angry with you,” she says, “I am not what you were supposed to make.”

“Gods have short memories,” he says, and doesn’t bother to hide the contempt in his voice. “Do not worry about me, gifted child. You have larger problems than my fate.”

He has turned her from something pure into – something more like him. Her face darkens even further as her perfectly crafted mind slots all the pieces together, and he can’t help but find her lovely. It’s how she was made, after all. “I can’t stop it, can I? Whatever they’re planning for me to do?”

“No,” Hermes says, “but now you might be able to survive it.”

“Will I want to?” she asks, and he doesn’t answer. She doesn’t expect him too.


She hides from everyone, lives in a cave at the edge of the city. The gods had called her the first woman, but that’s not true, she can see.

There are women. They smile and laugh have work roughened hands. She aches to join them, but she has the beauty of a goddess. They will know. If she joins them, they will know she is not of them, and it will set into motion whatever trap Zeus has planned.

She is not human, not in the same way, molded from clay by a god’s hands. But she is of humans, and not eager to bestow upon them the harm she’s destined to bring them. She bathes in streams where only nymphs reside, steals into the city in the cloak of night and pilfers from the baker’s trash.

“When they said they sent my brother a wife,” a low, amused voice says too close behind her one night, “I had not expected a begger.”

She whirls around, hard bread clenched tight in front of her, an incredibly inefficient shield. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees him, dark and tall and eyes like the night sky. He looks like Hermes. Like her. “Who are you?” she demands. They’re in an alley corner, and of her gifts flight is not among them. She’ll have to fight him to get away.

She’s not afraid of him. Maybe another mortal would be, cornered in the middle of the night by a man she doesn’t know. But she’s no normal mortal woman, and besides – he has something comforting about him, like the hearthfire attended by Hestia. Something warm.

“I am Prometheus,” says the man, and no wonder he reminds her of fire. “What do they call you?”

“You are meant to be in the deepest pits of Hades’s realm,” she snaps, and shifts her grip on the stale bread so that she can throw it at him. He’s the whole reason she’s here to begin with, him and his thievery.

He shrugs and walks closer to her, watching her like one would watch a wild animal. Good. Here, in this dark alley where no one would find a cooling body until morning, it is he that should be afraid. “Gods forget,” he says, “and Hades had grown cold in his place beneath the earth.”

She pauses, considers. “You stole fire for Hades?”

“No,” he corrects, “I stole fire for the people. But Hades benefited as well. Enough that he was willing to forget the terms of my punishment.”

“What do you want?” she asks for the second time. “Why are you here?”

He stops, too close to her, “The question is why are you here?”

She steps into his space now, following him as he backs away from her, “I am here because of you, fire-stealer, because gods may forget but they do not forgive, and I am the punishment they have unleashed upon the world.”

“What a punishment you are,” he says, looking at her lips, and she forgets to hate him only long enough to kiss him.


Hermes watches her, watches them. He doesn’t know Zeus’s plan, if this is part of it or not, but he watches her, and he worries. He thinks it is, he can see Aphrodite’s magic clinging to Pandora, but he doesn’t know why.

He would go to his mother, but she’s always difficult to find, Gaea preferring to live in streams and rivers rather than face the man she bore a son for. But his mother’s father, on the other hand, is always in the same place.

“Grandfather,” Hermes greets, touching lightly down onto the earth, “How are you?”

“How am I always, boy?” Atlas grunts out, legs and arms straining as he holds up the sky above the earth. “Tired.”

Hermes lips quirk up the corners. Some days, he thinks he’s more Atlas’s grandson than he’s Zeus’s son. “I need some advice, Grandfather.”

Atlas raises an eyebrow, “I’m listening.”

So Hermes tells him everything, from beginning to end, because he can’t figure out what his father’s plan is, but Atlas might. He’s known the man for longer, at least.

Atlas nods, slow, and says, “A bride of gods, a gifted child. I can think of only one reason to create such a child.” Hermes waits. Atlas sighs and says, “There is a jar, within Olympus, that becomes sealed when it leaves the realm of the gods. After that, only a being neither mortal nor celestial may open it.”

“What are they planning to put inside?” Hermes demands, heart spiking. What are they planning to unleash upon the unsuspecting earth?

His grandfather smirks, “It doesn’t matter. What matters is this – what are you going to put inside?”

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Costar || K.A.

Originally posted by kevinkeller

Word Count: 1536

Pairing: Kj x reader

Summary: You’re are nervous for an upcoming sex scene with Kj, so he invites you to his trailer to help calm your nerves.

Warnings: sex, blowjobs, cussing, sex in a trailer

Requested: nope

Part 1 (Ross’s part)

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Beautiful - Jughead Jones

xfightxthexfairiesx said:

Could you maybe do a jughead x reader where betty and veronica want the reader to tryout for cheerleading with them but shes to self concious too because she think shes not pretty or skinny enough to be one. Then maybe jughead tells her how he thinks she beautiful and society tries to make everyone think they have to look like a supermodel to be pretty. If there can be alot of fluff that would be great. And then she decides to try out and she makes the team. Thanks

Originally posted by thejugheadjones

This was so fun to write! I just wanted to say before you start reading that if you are struggling with your looks, gender, sexuality and that makes you feel bad, everyone is going through this too. Some have made it through it already and some are still struggling. If you need to talk to someone you can message me. You’re wonderful.

It started as a joke, something you would’ve never done unless it was in some hypothetical universe where you just weren’t you. Where you weren’t ugly or fat, instead where you were skinny and beautiful. There were unspoken rules that cheerleaders had to be the best of the best; beyond pretty and gorgeous. The whole idea of joining seemed impossible, but with Veronica and Betty breathing down your neck, it was hard to say ‘no’. So you didn’t, instead you just avoided the two girls all day. Somehow you managed this feat and made it through the day without joining the cheerleading squad. Granted, the tryouts weren’t until tomorrow so you would have yet another day of avoiding your friends.

When school ended, you went straight home and didn’t dare move from your room in the fear your friends would see you out and about. With boredom nipping at your heels, you found yourself thinking about your looks, then criticizing your figure in the mirror. Too big there, too jiggly here, you started to judge every limb and appendage. At first, you didn’t even notice the tears in your eyes, until one started to roll down your cheek. You quickly wiped it anyway, marking down another thing you hated about yourself: too sensitive. You weren’t as strong or as stunning as the celebrities on the internet and the TV screens, no, you were just below average you. Before anymore poisonous thoughts could enter your brain, you heard your phone go off. You walked over to your desk where it was and saw that it was your neighbor, Jughead Jones. You felt a sense of relief that it wasn’t Veronica or Betty.

Jughead : Hey can I come over? I don’t understand this geometry homework.

You : Sure, but I don’t know how much help I’ll be.

Jughead : Okay, be there in two.

You turned towards your window and saw Jughead leaving his room in the house across from yours. His family had lived in the house across from yours as long as you could remember. You had been friends since the first grade, when the Jones’ family moved in. You walked back over to the mirror and an horrid idea struck you. From this angle, Jughead could’ve had the perfect view to see you standing in front of the mirror, to see how upset you were. A pit grew in your stomach as you heard your front door open a shut, followed by the sound of Jughead running up your stairs.

You turned as your friend opened the door, barely making eye contact. You noticed his hands were empty and your heart fell. “Where’s your Geometry book?” You asked hopefully, trying to pretend that there was a chance he didn’t see you judging yourself in the mirror. You glanced up from his hands and saw his steady gaze. “Do you really think about my Geometry homework?” You swallowed at his words and your shoulders sagged. “There are these things,” he started, walking over to your window, “called curtains, that if you want to judge yourself in private you can just…” He reached up and gently pulled on one of your curtains, blocking the view of his bedroom window. “I wasn’t, I was just,” you stumbled over your words.

“I overheard the new girl trying to convince to join the Riverdale Vixens,” he said, faking school spirit by waving his hands with minimal effort. “I assume, you and your mirror were having a conversation about it.” You knew that there was no fooling Jughead, he could read you like a book. No lie could cover your bad self image and he wouldn’t buy it anyway. “I’m not pretty enough,” you whispered, feeling tears in the corners of your eyes. Jughead took a step towards you, leaning down to look into your face, “Say again?” You almost started to sob, “Jug, please don’t,” but your friend wasn’t having it. He placed his hands on your shoulders, slowly turning you to look into the mirror. “Now,” he murmured in your ear, “say it again.” You stared at your reflection, studying the features that you so hated. You were about to say it, but with Jughead looking at you with those eyes, you just couldn’t. You felt his hands travel from your shoulders, down your arms, and to your waist where they wrapped around your middle. You back rested against his chest and he rested his chin on top of your head. “You are so beautiful Y/N. Nothing can worth changing yourself for.” You turned in his arms to face him now and felt your cheeks grow hot at the closeness, “Jug…” He was just staring at you now, mesmerized by every detail.

“You’re so lovely, don’t let the world make you think you’re not,” his hand was on the side of your face, with his fingers in your hair. He was so utterly taken by your grace, he had been since grade school. It was killing him that you didn’t see yourself as he did and he was desperate to make you see it; but now wasn’t the time. He backed away a little, pulling his hand away from your face, “You should try out, you’ll blow them away Y/N.” You snapped out of your puppy-love induced daze and nodded. “T-thank you, Jug. I will.” He gave you a bright smile that met his green eyes. He opened his mouth once more, most likely to mention your shared moment, but he phone started to ring. He picked it out of his pocket and scowled at the screen. “I gotta go,” he said, walking towards the door, “but I’ll see you at the game, and you’ll be in a snazzy uniform.” You let out a laugh as he walked out of the room. When he was gone, you let out a sigh With a renewed sense of confidence, you texted Veronica and Betty.

You : I’ll be seeing you both at tryouts tomorrow, yes?

Veronica : Hell yes!

Betty : This is going to be so fun.

You paced around near the bleachers, pulling your jacket more securely around your shoulders and chest. Jughead had texted you a few hours before the game saying that he’d be near the right side of the bleachers. You stopped your pacing and looked out at the field, wondering if you needed to move. You almost screamed when someone put their hand on your shoulder. “Am I that scary?”

You turned and smiled at Jughead, who wore a playful expression. “How’d tryouts go, you never told me?” He asked with raised eyebrows. You bit your bottom lip, giving him a sly smile. “Did you not-” you cut him off by pulling the sides of your over sized jacket away from your body. He smiled when he saw the cheerleading uniform, “See what did I tell ya!”   

You blushed but before you could say anything you heard a whistle go off. “I believe that’s your que, River Vixen.” You gave him another smile and was about to walked away when you spun around. You faced Jughead, planting a hand on his face, pulling him in. Your lips met softly, but as soon as he put a hand to your waist, the kiss became frenzied. You pulled away breathless but smiling widely, “I’ll see you after the game, Jughead.” You murmured and Jughead just nodded dumbly. “See you later, beautiful.” He said and your felt a blush rise to your cheeks. You walked away then, leaving a smile on Jughead’s face.

Broke My Dream

Characters: Sam x Reader

Word count: 4442 - sorry not sorry blame @a-sea-of-fandoms

Warnings: fluffy fluff, smutty smut, a bit of angst if you squint

A/N: Anon Requested: “Can you write one about Sam x reader. Reader is shy quiet bookworm who is in love with Sam. She knows he would never feel the same way. So she fantasizes about him seducing her. Then it really happens. Thank you” Hope this is OK!

You couldn’t focus on the book in front of you. The bunker was quiet enough, the light warm enough, your legs comfortably resting over the arm of the armchair you were laid in, but you just couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was an uncharacteristically quiet day, and it was supposed to be the day you finished this book you’d been trying to finish for weeks. But every time the main character was mentioned, your mind wandered and you thought back to the tall, long haired, broad shouldered man you knew in real life. You weren’t even halfway through this thing, but you wouldn’t give up on it. You’d never given up halfway through a book and you didn’t plan on starting now.

Clearing your throat, you tried to refocus.

You felt your eyes growing heavy and before you knew it you were drifting off to sleep, your head resting on the other arm of the chair, the book still open and perched against your thighs. You felt yourself smile as you saw Sam move towards you, his hand coming up to hold your face before he crashed his lips to yours. You were suddenly against a wall, his hands on your waist holding you in place as he deepened the kiss. You gripped the fabric of his shirt as he let his hands wander down, his lips moving to suck a mark under your ear.

A moan rumbled past your lips as you felt his fingers slip under the top of your jeans and you suddenly started awake.

You jumped up, sitting up in the chair, realising you’d fallen asleep and were having one of your not-so-infrequent fantasies about the younger Winchester. It had been a long couple of weeks and sleep had been severely lacking for all of you as you worked the case.

“Dude you were out,” you heard Dean’s voice and laughed. “And making some serious happy noises,” he winked, and you instantly cringed, your cheeks flushing pink.

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Pleasant Surprises

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Tags: lots of kissing, fingering, smut, public sex

Words: 2538

A/N: I’m sorry it’s been so long ):

Originally posted by zest-wincest

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