inspired by this video (sfw, but a sex toy is being used as car repair, so take that as you will)
“Laura’s gonna flip,” Derek says in dismay, looking at the huge dent in the driver’s side door of the Camaro. Her most precious possession, the car she’d been saving up for forever, the car she waxes and washes every weekend, the car that she let Derek borrow to go to the Mathletes competition in San Francisco because Derek had a basketball game on Friday and couldn’t make the official school bus, the car that Laura made him swear his life on, is now forever ruined.
“Damn, if there ever was a good place to curse, that would have been it,” Stiles says, crossing his arms and looking far more attractive than he had the right to. “C’mon, Derek. Just say it. Fuck.”
Derek blushes, watching the word tumble out of Stiles’ pink mouth. “No, I… there’s gotta be a way to fix it. But if I call her insurance people she’s gonna know…”
“It’s totally my fault,” Stiles says. “I was the one who wanted to go to Tastee Freeze on the way back, and let some dingbat hit you in the parking lot. Actually, it’s their fault, whoever can’t drive.”
Derek shakes his head. It’s his fault. He’d been having too much fun this weekend; he’d spent practically all of it with Stiles. He’d had a crush on him forever— in fact, joined Mathletes at his request, and the whole year of practice, of spending afternoons with Stiles poring over math problems, watching Stiles lick Cheeto dust off his fingers— it’s been too much. Coupled with the fact that Stiles actually just plain forgot to catch the bus on Friday, and then caught a ride with Derek, meant hours in the car listening to him sing along to Hamilton and muddle through the rap bits, and sleeping next to him in the four-to-a-room motel Saturday night, and waking up with Stiles’ face smashed into his shoulder.
Derek had been too overwhelmed by it all, too overwhelmed by Stiles. Getting the chance to spend time with his friend this weekend had just intensified his feelings, and he knows there’s no chance that Stiles will ever feel the same, so he’s just drinking it all in, savoring these moments when he can.
It had been a terrible parking job, the Camaro was at a weird angle, that’s why the person rounding the turn had hit him. Derek sighs. He guesses it’s for the best. He’ll just have to pay Laura back. For forever.
Stiles is studying the door, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Actually, it’s not that bad. They didn’t even scratch it. It’s just a dent. With the right amount of leverage…”
“I’m sorry, do you happen to have a magical car-door fixer in your overnight bag?”
Somehow, this causes Stiles to turn bright red. “Okay. I have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.”
Derek watches, perplexed, as Stiles pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat, and then rummages around in it.
“Promise not to laugh,” Stiles repeats.
“I promise.” Derek is confused, but sincere.
Stiles pulls a bright blue dildo out of the bag. It’s springy, and jiggles a little with the movement. There’s a thick vein running along the side, and the base even has… balls.
Derek’s brain short circuits, an image of Stiles, naked, working himself on the girth of the toy, his mouth open, panting, as he tries to get the right angle, skin flushed pink from pleasure…
A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO
“Reading anything good?” Dean asks.
Sam’s inside the gas station, picking up some snacks instead of listening to this conversation, so your face doesn’t feel the need to flush with embarrassment. Dean already knows exactly what you’re reading.
“I guess,” you tell him. No need to feed his ego by telling him how hot the story is.
“Nope,” Chat Noir admits, trying to
keep any disappointment from sneaking into his tone. He’d never slept over at
someone’s house before. His father was far
too protective to have him do something like that.
Request by: anon -
Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Lucifer x reader where Chuck is like “yeah Lucifer has a soulmate duh” so Sam, Dean, Cas, Lucifer, and Chuck all go to find them (Sam and Dean ready for her to be all evil) but they’re super intelligent and sweet? Thank you!!
A/N: Thanks for the request <3
No one’s POV
Sam, Dean, Cas and
Chuck were all sat silently in the room thinking of ways in which they could
make Lucifer less angry at everything which reduces the risk of him throwing
one of his ‘tantrums’ and destroying his brothers and humanity.
“I guess we could find
his soulmate,” Chuck spoke out loud breaking the silence causing both Sam and
Dean’s heads to shoot up and stare in Chuck’s direction.
possibility,” Castiel replied to his father before continuing to look down at
the lore book in his hands.
Both Sam and Dean just
continued to stare at them in shock. The Lucifer, the very fallen angel which
wanted to destroy humanity, had a soulmate, a human soulmate. A long period of
silence followed as they were both too frozen to say anything.
“Wait what? Lucifer
has a soulmate,” Dean spoke breaking the silence asking the question both him
and Sam wanted to ask.
“Yeah Lucifer has a
soulmate, duh,” Chuck laughed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world,
“I made every angel have a soulmate.”
take us and Lucifer to her?” Sam asked Chuck steadily and Dean looked at him as
if he had just said the most stupid and crazy thing in the world.
I can,” Chuck replied looking over the small group of people within the room,
“It’s just getting Lucifer out of his room and agreeing to the plan that’s
going to be the hard part, I don’t think he even knows himself that he has a
heads drifted to Dean silently, as a group, picking him to be the one to speak
to the angry archangel only a few rooms down from them.
not going in there alone with no defence against a moody archangel.” Dean spoke
you calling moody?” A smooth voice called out causing everyone’s heads to shoot
over to where the sound came from.
stood Lucifer leaned against the doorframe with a smug expression covering his
face, it was the first time anyone had seen him come out of his designated room
almost as if he could sense that the others were talking about him.
come sit,” Chuck spoke causing Lucifer to pull a face which resembled disgust.
here,” he replied. Lucifer still wasn’t back to being 100% father and son with
God (in fact he acted like a teenager) but they seemed to be better than they
were when he first got out of the cage and being moody constantly was better to
Chuck than his son not talking to him at all.
what do you all want, I could hear you all thinking my name from my room,”
Lucifer spoke into the silent room taking notice of the shocked expressions on
the Winchester’s face’s when looking at him.
decided it would be best if took you to see your soulmate.” Castiel informed
evident on Lucifer’s face for a split moment in time before it returned
expressionless to try and hide the emotions he was feeling; it was clear to
everyone in the room that he didn’t know he had a soulmate.
“Well, let’s go do that then,” Lucifer spoke calmly yet inside he knew
he was excited. After the fall and spending so long in the cage, he had begun
to think that his father had not created him a soulmate and was pleasantly
surprised to find out that he still had the ability to feel love like his
brothers and sisters, “It’s slightly better than doing nothing in my room all
day,” he added not wanting anyone in the room to acknowledge his happiness, he
still had the reputation of ‘the devil’ to hold.
“That was easier than expected,” mumbled Chuck to both Dean and Sam
with a chuckle before raising his hand and clicking sending them all to meet
Sighing to yourself, you collapsed onto the sofa, your favourite book
in your hand ready to read the night away. The day had been so busy and you
hadn’t had a second to relax so you had decided to spend the rest of the night
just relaxing, listening to your favourite band and reading. That was until you
heard a knocking at the door.
Thinking it was just some hunters coming to you for information you
decided to ignore the knocking at the door and continue reading, trying your
hardest to relax. They could go to
someone else for help, it’s been too long of a day.
The knocking continued so you sighed placing the book down and made
your way to the persistent person knocking at your door so late at night.
Shock was evident on your face when you opened the door to 5 men
staring at you, two looking slightly scared making you confused as to why they
could be here. You slightly backed away from the door in case they were demons
(which you doubted highly due to the friendship you had with Crowley, although
they could be rouge demons) or any other monster which could have found out you
were helping hunters.
Even though you were nervous, your eyes couldn’t help but drift over
to the man with blonde hair you just wanted to wrap your hands in and gorgeous
blue eyes that you could stare in for eternity, your eyes continued to roam
over his body, as did his with yours. You quickly diverted your eyes away from
him in case he noticed you checking him out.
“How can I help you lovely men?” you smiled slightly looking at them
as a whole.
“We was wondering if we could speak with Y/N,” the guy in the trench
“That would be me, please, come in,” you replied, a smile not leaving
your face, you nervously watched as they all stepped onto and over the welcome
mat which contained a hidden devils trap under it. Your worry slightly lifted
when you saw that none of them had gotten stuck. We are demon free, I repeat, demon free you thought to yourself as
the men followed you into the kitchen.
“Anybody want a cuppa?” you asked happy that you weren’t in danger, if
you were they probably would have tried to attack you by now but you were still
cautious just in case.
A chorus of ‘no thank you’s’ was your reply apart from the blonde
headed man replying ‘please’ causing all of the other men to look at him as if
he had grown another head.
“S-Sure thing,” you cursed yourself for stuttering when talking to him
and you felt your cheeks begin to heat up.
You hummed a cheery tune as you quickly spun around and popped the
kettle on before making a drink for the both of you. As you handed the mysteriously
hot man his drink your fingers collided for a moment and everything felt right
like nothing else mattered in that short moment of time but you and him, sparks
of electricity running up your arm. Looking up into the man’s crystal blue eyes,
you searched for any sign that he had felt the same as you but all you saw was
his expressionless face. Quickly, you grabbed onto your drink before sitting
down and inviting everybody else to do so.
“So, what is it you guy’s wanted,” you smiled taking a sip of your
drink. You had always been a cheerful person, from a very young age up until
now and you had always believed that there was too much negativity within the
world that you couldn’t possibly contribute to that, so you tried to spread as
much joy as possible. It was one of the reasons you started helping hunters
with their boring lore work. Lucifer realised that and admired you for it.
“Well, I guess we should introduce ourselves first, shouldn’t we?” the
tall long haired man said nudging the person next to him who continued to stare
at you like you was some sort of myth or legend.
“Wha- oh yes. Introductions. I’m Dean, that’s…” he paused for a second
whilst pointing in the blonde man’s direction, “…Nick?” he said as more of a
question, “Chuck, Cas, and this is my little brother Sam.”
It was now your turn to have shock overcome your face. Did you hear them right? Sam and Dean
Winchester was in your house, in front of you with the infamous Castiel you had
heard so much about. What the heck would they want with you?
“Winchester brothers?” You asked out quietly, surprised that a voice
even managed to come out of your mouth.
“Yeah… That’s us, how’d you know?” Sam asked slightly creeped out that
you knew who they were.
“Oh come on, every hunter knows about you two,” you stated.
Silence overcame the room as the men processed what you had just said,
the only person to show any form of emotion was Nick, a large, proud smirk
across his face at the fact you were a hunter.
“Well then, since you know about the supernatural, we can properly
introduce ourselves,” Chuck spoke motioning to him and Nick, “I’m God, but I
“Pleasure to meet you Chuck!” You spoke happily sticking out your hand
for him to shake, surprising yourself that you didn’t react massively to the
fact he had just told you he was the God.
He chuckled taking your hand in his, your infectious smile crawling its way
onto his face. Everybody then looked in Nicks direction, you saw him nervously
fiddling with his hands.
“I, uh, I’m,” he stuttered, a hand reaching to stroke the back of his
neck to calm him down as he debated whether or not he should tell you the
truth, “I’m Lucifer.”
You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, for some reason it just
felt right and both you and Lucifer knew it. He sighed into the hug relaxing
instantly when you didn’t freak out over who he was
“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you too Lucifer,” you said into the hug
before pulling away from him seeing a smile on his face. The rest of the group
seemed shocked at his display of emotion yet Lucifer decided to ignore them and
keep smiling at you.
“So,” you spoke suddenly clapping your hands together and reluctantly
turning away from Lucifer, “What brings the Winchesters, God and the angels to
these neck of the woods.”
Lucifer’s metaphorical heart stopped for a moment when you
acknowledged him as an angel, he didn’t think he could possibly fall in love
with something as quickly as he was with you.
“You understand the concept of soulmates correct?” Castiel spoke up
and you looked over in Lucifer’s direction knowing where the conversation
seemed to be heading.
“I do,” you answered Castiel but not taking your eyes off of Lucifer
and him not taking his eyes off of you.
“Well, we found out that you are the soulmate of-“
“Lucifer,” you spoke cutting Castiel off. It definitely was the only
explanation for the strong attraction you were having for him, it felt as if
you had known each other for all eternity.
“Yes, Lucifer is your mate,” Castiel confirmed.
You felt as Lucifer’s hand slid down into yours, fingers locking together
causing a grin to appear on both your face and Lucifer’s.
“Okay let’s leave them to it then,” Chuck said shoving the rest of the
boys out of the room and throwing a wink at you. Sam and Dean still continued
to show shocked expressions at your kindness towards everyone as they were
pushed by God out of the room to leave you and Lucifer some privacy to talk.
“Y/N,” Lucifer turned to you and placed a hand on your cheek the other
still locked between your fingers, “I know we have only just met, but it feels
as if I have been in love with you for eternity.”
“Me too Luci,” you confirmed slightly blushing and ducking your head at
the way in which stared lustfully at you.
His hand drifted down to under your chin as he lifted your head to
make you look at him. Your eyes locked with his ocean blue ones and it felt as
if he was staring directly into your soul. Slowly, with his hand still on your
chin, Lucifer leaned down hovering his lips over yours momentarily as your foreheads
touched due to how close you were before locking his lips with yours. As cliché
as it sounds, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach when your hand reached
up and gripped into his blonde hair. His gentle hand snaked its way around your
waist and pulled you closer to his chest as he deepened the kiss. In this
moment, wrapped in your soulmate’s arms, feeling the best you had in a while,
you knew that you was truly in love as was Lucifer and that he was going to do
everything in his power to protect you.
“Well thanks for coming Harry! Good luck on your album!” That was the last thing Nick Grimshaw said, and frankly, you were relieved because it was 8 a.m, Friday morning, and you did not want to be up this early on you and Harry’s chill day.
You had been sitting in that chair for an hour or two, but you were unexplainibly tired and you back was starting to ache. When Harry rose from his chair behind the glass panel, you had to refrain from springing up. Sitting on the sidelines and not being able to giggle through the jokes by his side had you left in a state of boredom. Now that it was finally over, you couldn’t wait to get back in your pajamas and snuggle back into bed.
But, of course, there was always a draw back. When Harry approached you, the look of apprehension was clear. Coming closer to him, you furrowed your brows and asked him what was wrong.
“M’sorry. Gotta ‘nother meeting for my album love.” He spoke softly as his thumb rubbed nothings onto your hand.
A small sigh of drowsy frustration was bound to escape, but he was already expecting it and just kissed you temples, leading you out to the awaiting taxi hand in hand the whole time.
Your mind was wandering. Everywhere. What else was it supposed to do when he just told you that the next two hours were going to be spent sitting in another office chair discussing contracts and release dates?
You were trying though, and it was hard, because all of a sudden, his ass looked so good. You were halfway to the taxi when you pulled back from his hold a bit, wanting to get a better view. Now that you spotted them closely, the crossed lines and alluring red that swirled along his delicious thighs, you realized that these were new.
He caught on to your slower trail of walking, confused and smiling with an eyebrow raised.
“Whatcha doin’ pet?’
You don’t even try to hide the newfound desperate and whiny lust that slurred your blunt words.
“You look hot in plaid.”
He stopped walking, blinking a couple of times before asking you to repeat yourself. He knew you to be good in bed, hell, he’d seen how riled up you got him, but this. This was new and Harry wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing. He’d play along, he supposed. There’s no harm in a little fun right?
The back of the taxi was small, so his hip bone only inches from your own was tempting and ignited a flame that almost ate you whole. Fire. A feeling that spread between your legs when you gazed at his ring-clad hand.
When he looked over, he couldn’t help but help chuckle with pride. A hot mess you were, with your fingers fidgeting harshly with the hem of your dress, head lolled back and your bottom lip being chewed on furiously. It was clear that he had you going.
“Partition please.” Harry’s request has you coming out of your tense state, a silent curiosity floating through the air as you watch the black screen roll up.
“Harr-” You are cut off when he pulls you onto his lap, his large hands resting too close to your heat for it to be unintentional.
“Jus’ listen pet.” You shivering when you feel his cold rings on your bare thigh. With one small touch, you are already melting.
A whisper of a whimper comes from you lips when his forefinger grazes on the edge of your panties, his lips hovering by your own, never staying in one place. They’re by your ear, and although your want for his round bum is putting a damper on your senses, his command is all but innocent.
“Gotta keep it quiet pet. Don’ want him to find yeh like this, all spread fo’ me n’ wet as yeh think bout’ my arse.”
If he kept taunting you like this, you’d be done for before the 20 minute drive to the meeting was even over.
It was true though. As you sit on his thighs now, with his hands teasing between your legs, the sheer picture of his ass wrapped in those plaid trousers has you practically begging to be fucked. They were hugging his legs in all the right places and he wanted nothing more than for you to have your way as you ride him into the night.
“Harr- What are you doing?” You breath out. You are clutching the back of his shirt and he was leaving wet marks. Harry didn’t answer, leaving your question vulnerable and hanging in the suddenly thick atmosphere.
The traffic began to clear up and the people and buildings become a blur. You and Harry don’t mind though, because his head is being buried into your neck and your grind against him is becoming more ad more sloppy by the minute. Your neck is straining with your arousal, and your thighs start to quiver as your wet panties drag along his thigh.
His hands are doing nothing but slowly rubbing your clit through the barrier. Oh the things Harry would do if he could just take you right here in the back of this run down taxi. The coldness of his jeweled and metal rings makes you jump and whimper into his scalp, hands on his face in search of stability. His reaction was incredible though.
The way his lustful eyes brightened at the affect he has on you. It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t on the bridge of insanity, watching you soak yourself as you moan into your hip’s movements. You were so wet, he could basically see the smear of dampness along his leg.
Hungry off of your own thirst, his hands grasp your swiveling thighs, rubbing and gripping and trailing deep impression onto the heated skin. “Fuck! Baby..“He was too distracted to utter the warning that the destination was a block away and you were about to come on the spot, all over the leather seats. But still, he forced the words reluctantly from his lips, prying his mouth from behind your ear. He could spot the tender and slightly red blotch from the contact. I’ll finish that later, he thought while placing you next to him and back to your original seat.
“Wha?” You exasperatedly sighed in frustration, mad that he had pulled away and leaving you pitifully drenched.
Quickly, with his hands clasped around your neck for one final kiss. He whispered softly to you. “S’alright muppet. Be a good girl fo’ me and keep your knickers wet. Don’ get too worried. M’gonna make you feel good. Yeh know I always keep my word.”
You prayed to god he did.
There was only a few minutes till you arrived at the studio for another interview and you had little time to calm your breathing and wipe your liquids from his pants. It was and hurried, but he only smirked at your wet spot and took a second to fix each others hair. It wasn’t the best, but it will do.
“I was so happy to be here! Thanks fo’ having me.”
Those were the last words that came out of Harry Styles mouth before he dragged you just out of view and into a forgotten one-person bathroom at the back of the studio.
You didn’t even bother to say bye to Jim. Or Johnny. Whatever his name was, you couldn’t care to remember, because Harry had sat down for an hour and a half torturing you with those scrumptious thighs of his.
Wrapped in plaid and hugged along every curve of his legs, your eyes had grown wide when he slid on the counter and hoisted you with him. Immediately, like an old habit, your sex blooms under his watch. He motions for you to sit on his right thigh and you don’t hesitate to obey. With one motion, your hands find his and press them harder in to the marble counter top, craning your neck upwards in a silent request for a kiss. It was a sweet little thing that made you both smile. Although there was tension and not a lot of room in a dingy bathroom for slow and sensual, he still made sure your were comfortable and loved.
“Go ‘head puppet. Make yeh feel good.” He let go of you hands, and settled for a strong hold on your lower back, adoring the way your hips curve and move along his skin. Your hands did wonders when you tugged at his plaid trousers, yanking away the tight and lined fabric. A heavy moan burst through the both of you when you felt your clit rub against his bare skin.
The flaming pit in your stomach ached for the friction, and Harry watched with a awestruck face of his own when you hips flicked a little quicker. Piece by piece, Harry was watching you become unraveled under him and the thought of making you come with his thigh along was enough to have his dick twitch.
“Ahh.. Harry” You spoke mumbles of good feelings and praises in his ear as he roamed you body with his fingertips.
Aroung your ears is were he finally attached his mouth once again. Knowing the sensitivity it would cause you, his words came quick and rushed.
“Yeh can scream if yeh wan’“ His lips matched with flesh of your neck again, but he kept on speaking. “We’re in the back love. Thick walls here an’ everybody is leavin’ fo’ break.”
And you did scream. Maybe a little too loud, but you couldn’t help it when his neck sucking had you barely able to hold yourself upright. With your brows creased, you lean towards him. The leverage and heat of hands as they tugged at your scalp lightly had you closer than ever. He was begging for you to splash on his thigh and moan his name.
There was a destination he was determined to reach, and this time, it wasn’t a studio down the street.
His cock was pulsating in his jeans but he had no room for it now that your were close. Your hands were traveling, snatching anything of his to make it come quicker and harder. They dug semi-circles into his forearm and bruises along his rib cage and spurts of hair mishandled but the look of you withering out shined it all. Everything in his mind screamed you, and eventually, you came screaming him.
“There yeh go fo’ me peaches. Nice an’ easy. Love yeh. Did so well fo’ me.” He chanted this tune of his while you rode him out, diving for the last bits of orgasm left in you. There wasn’t much though. you had spilled an ocean over his plain pants and he didn’t care one bit.
He was slow letting you down from him, holding you up and not bothering to try and hide his pride when you could barely murmur words. Your legs were shaking and your thighs still burned from the delectable pressure. A cream had smeared itself between your thighs, and Harry toyed with your wetness.
“Still wet fo’ me? Gonna have to clean yeh up princess.”
His digits roamed you sensitive center, and he chuckled when a jolt of pleasure claw led at you spine. You weren’t ashamed though. How couldn’t you feel so sensitive when Harry was blowing heat against your neck and grazing the liquid from you core? Teasingly, he raised two soaked fingers of his from your panties and lifted them to his plump pink lips. With your eyes fluttering from the sight, he loaned into his own licks against his skin, cleaning up the remains of your slickness.
“Ugh…Harry! I need-” You were still breathless when you continued you piece-meal sentence. “Need your kisses. Got me shaken down there.”
“S'alright love. Need yeh lips too.”
It was a halfhearted attempt to calm you down, but his kisses remained tight and slow with passion for a minute or two. Sweet, burning, and on the brink of hungry, just the way that had you molded into his arms as he pulled you closer.
The sweet mellow pace of his breath combined with yours slowed as he lead you It of the dingy area. Not long would he keep his love here, were he couldn’t hold her and praise her endearing moans.
He needed to show his girl some proper loving.
The car was waiting patiently when you two finally exited. You had to stifle a cackle by nuzzling into his neck, because his face was almost comical when he discovered it was the same taxi driver form before. This time, the partition was rolled up tight and the greetings were long gone.
“Gon’ be a good girl again? Let me really fuck yeh when we get home princess?” His words were silent to the ears of the driver, but hot and heavy as they floated through the ears of yours.
And all you can do is whimper and wait, because he always keeps his word.
this has absolutely no plot. none. i wanted to make it that way, but i knew if i did i’d make another series and no one wants that right now. i know all you dirty bastards want is sex. i know i do.
warnings(prepare this is a long list i just wanna be thorough): sex, cunnilingus, rutting, multiple orgasms, rimming, slight!anal, fingering, oral(giving/receiving), dub/sub, dub-con, slight blood, biting, slapping, kind of abuse, deep throating, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), talk of impregnation, breeding kink, REALLY ROUGH a lot of kinks okay? just all together really fucking filthy raunchy fuck me running smut. i really wouldn’t advise reading this unless you need mental help like i do. please.
A hopeless, helpless, absolutely fucking pathetic fool. But oh, did playing the fool pleasure you in various ways, words not having the glory to ever come close to explaining.
How he would look at you, a single glance searching through a crowd of people and your lungs would constrict, drowning in his raging ocean. A flick of his wrist, a feathery touch of his talented knives. A single word from his sharp tongue, rolling like thunder to your ears would have you on your knees in a matter of seconds. You were a fool each time for following his careful gaze; when his expression would be light, calling in a frightened animal to his jaws, comforting as he would ghost his fingers over the skin of your neck. His trap was laid out clear, not covered by any disguise, and you would kneel into it every time with open arms.
How could you not?
It was simply nature, you’d like to tell yourself, a false hope on the wings of a flightless bird. He held power, so much power in his tanned hands, and it was not an option to follow your Alpha’s command
— or any for that matter. It was etched into your soul, your very core that dripped with slick down your thighs as you inhaled deeply, his rough fingers gripping your hair tighter, guiding your head downwards. There was no need to command you, you were all too willing to spread your legs for Ivar the Boneless, no matter the condition, but he was sick, enjoying it when you put up a little resistance as though you could actually think for yourself.
There was nothing too it, and yet, it was everything you lived for, your nose digging into his pelvic done as your forced your head down, your skull pounding under his grip. You couldn’t help but whimper just at the scent of him, how it surrounded you, ate you like a wild beast in the night, and with every passing noise that escaped your mouth, he would only laugh. He knew, of course he knew, opening your jaw as wide as you could, glancing up at his sharp features through your lashes, there was nothing but lust in his expression as his nostrils flared and your hips rutted against the air.
You were disgusting, you knew, groaning in pleasure as he wrapped a hand around his cock, wiping the head of it around your swollen lips and tapping it along your outstretched tongue. “Fuck, just look at you..” Just his voice caused your eyes to roll in the back of his head, and the way you thighs quaked you could of come undone as he slid into your watering mouth. You wasted no time, whinning around his taste, never getting enough of his smell as you began working on him; bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue and sucking on him like your life depended on it. “That’s right, little lamb, just like that…” Ivar praised, a growl resonating in his bare chest, and you sneaked a peak up, watching his muscles jerk as her moved.
Despite the hot saliva dripping down your chin, you met his gaze and held it as you continued to take him deeper and deeper — a dangerous move, connecting eyes with an Alpha, but the curl of his lips, mixing with a snarl only egged you further. He loved it when you watched him, when he could see into your soul as you swallowed him down, as you choked on him. “So beautiful. Gods, I trained you so well..” And he pushed deeper, forcing you to do just that, water building in the corner of your eyes as he held himself there, listening to your struggled gasps and gurgling around him.
Holding your life in his hands was his ultimate pleasure.
“Take it all, you whore.”
You keened, curling in on yourself as his pulled back, allowing yourself to breath for only a moment and a damn inside of you broke, your juices flooding the floor around you before he began fucking himself into your mouth. Ivar laughed, thrusting up with harsh, deep movements, keeping a slow pace and holding himself deep for several seconds at a time. Just that one word rolling form his mouth, and he knew all of your secrets, your fantasies that you had shared with him. “Did you cum already? How boring
— you filthy fucking Omega.”
There was nothing that excited you more than listening to him degrade you, put you down, and own you like you were nothing. “Almost useless,” He hissed, yanking you off his slick cock, forcing you to arch you neck at the angle he held you. Mouthing hanging open, you listening to him groan and his neck crack, looking at the pre-cum and spit that rested all around your mouth. “Maybe I should throw you to my brothers, just like this and see just how many times you can cum…” The snarl on his mouth was cruel, and his hand moved from your hair to your cheeks, squeezing them together and pulling your forward by your face. “Would you like that, you little slut? For me to toss you on your hands and knees, all needy and drenched in your slick, your scent attracting my brothers as they used you liked animals one by one until you were nothing but a cum soaked disaster?”
You were drowning, and there was nothing to save you, but your skin was burning as fire licked at every inch of you. You body jerked, quivering at the thought, only moans falling between your lips as you opened them to answer him, knowing Ivar loved it when you used your little voice. When you whined, and begged, told him everything you were thinking and feeling. Everything you wished he would do, only to have him punish you for ordering him around. But tonight, oh tonight, it failed you. There was no pleasure or amusement in him now, his head pulling back before jerking forward, and something warm splattered on your cheek where bruises would surly show soon. “What was that, bitch? Use your words.”
“N-no..” You whimpered, keeping your hands on your thighs obediently, digging your nails into the thick flesh there, wanting nothing more than you reach out and touch him — to remind him that he was all you wanted, all you had, all you ever needed.
“No?” Ivar echoed, quirking his brow and the corner of his mouth twitched up, the dimples displaying a false innocence in his smile.
You shook your head the best you could despite his vice grip, another whine erupting from you, your legs slowly spreading out as you began to rut against the air. Your back arched, baring yourself to him, submitting once more and he loosened up, allowing you to speak. “O-only you, Alpha. Want only you, only your cock..”
He hummed for a moment, his tongue darting out over thick lips, head tilting to the side as he kept a cap on his hormones, despite the clenching you could see the quivering of his muscles, and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Prove it.”
Shock came over your features, and for some reason, you could feel pain erupt within your body. It was no secret that Ivar did not trust anyone, but you? You had given him everything you had, and more if possible. You would give him the world on it’s knees if you had the strength to do so. “What?” Came a dumb reply, your eyes widening.
“Are you deaf?” Exhaling sharply, like a dry laugh, he let go of your face completely, confusing you thoroughly until you were tossed to the side, a burning sensation creeping across your face and tears welled up in your eyes. But if only, it seemed to fuel the slick dirtying your body and the lust pooled in you belly. “If you make me repeat myself one more time tonight, bitch, you will be sleeping outside with the real dogs.”
Reaching down, you whined at his threat and the new grip he had on your hair, pulling you up and forward until you were on your sore knees, the wood work causing them to scrape and bleed. Again to night, you were at his face, but he only hissed at you, bringing up his free hand to stab his finger against your skull. “Since you are obviously too fucking stupid to understand…” Came his snarl, causing you to flinch as his breath ran over your nose and more slick leaked down your legs. “I want you to prove to me that I am the only one.”
Never would you admit it out-loud, but for a split-second, the tone in his voice changed as did the look in his eye, causing a part of you to fall further under his spell and soften, but it was gone as quickly as it came, and he was ready to snap again. “Anything, Alpha
— anything you want.”
“If you are true to me
— you will bare my mark…” He murmured, running the tips of his fingers on his free hand across the mating gland that rested on your neck, but it trailed down past your hardened nipples, to your womb. “And my pups.”
Honestly, just the thought of those two things could of had you cumming and rutting on his leg right there, which you did a little bit, causing him to grin, his hand flying down to your dripping center. Ivar wasted no time in pressing two fingers into your dripping cunt and curling them, causing you to howl in pleasure, grinding down against them, pushing them deeper. “Hmm, something tells me you’d be more than happy too.”
“Y-yes! Alpha, please, I
Pulling his fingers out, he did not remove them from your slick womanhood, only seeming to pet your cunt while he whispered a praise in your ear, listening to you come undone for the second time that night. “Such a good, good little Omega for me..”
You nodded, whimpering as he practically picked you up in his arms, your body curling around his warmth and he turned on the bed, tossing you under him, and you caught a slight glimpse of your slick glistening on his abs and arms. Resting his weight on one arm, Ivar brought up the hand that had currently been pleasing you in front of his face, his nostril flaring as he inhaled deeply, black exploding over the blue in his eyes. “You smell so fucking good…” He moaned obscenely, seemingly having trouble not sucking your juices off. Instead, he peered down at you, offering his hand out to you. “Tell me, little lamb, does it taste sweet?”
Obediently, and oh so good, your mouth opened once more, your tongue rolling forth and waiting for him. They descended with a chuckle, until your lips wrapped around the two fingers and you began to suck, swirling your tongue around them with disgusting noises vibrating against his flesh. He left them still, burning his gaze into your as you drug your head back, your teeth slightly scraping his skin and you popped of them, a string of saliva connecting you. “Not as good as you,” Your voice cracked slightly as you purred, letting your eyes droop at him.
“I can’t wait.” Watching as he continued to smile at you, confusion ran through your brain until the world around you shift with a gasp — you were once again on your knees, supporting yourself with your forearms, and his hands were spreading your legs painfully a part. Skin met skin and you squealed, surging forward until blunt fingers dug into your burning ass. “Do not let that ass drop until I tell you.”
There was no chance to reply when you mouth fell open, a scream erupted from your lips as he began to feast on your succulent cunt, drinking the nectar that poured from you, only for him to drink. But you were burning, sweat slicking your skin as you quivered and shook, your fingers clutching onto the soft furs below you for your life. You could not help the gush of slick that came from your core quickly. He had done so much to you already, teased you, plucked at you, explored you, those things he would say to you. But you had to bury your face forward and shove your back to keep it from falling to the bed, wanting nothing more than to please him. But one orgasm would not stop him from eating like a starving man, despite how sensitive you became.
How he managed to hold out so long, you would never know, but all of the frustration that he would allow to build up, would have you fucked limp by the time he was done with you.
The sloppy sounds of his mouth on your cunt only pushed you on, especially when he pulled back and inhaled shakily, his fingers digging into your flesh to pull you a part even more, causing a slight pain as the skin around your womanhood stretched. “So fucking delicious, little lamb
— could have me cumming before I even get to split you open…” And he continued, once more, his hands exploring every part of your lower body again, even pressing the tip of his thumb against the tight hole right above his destination, letting out a horrific chuckle as you squealed and almost jerked away.
Twice more, he pulled back, and despite how worn you were, your body shaking like an earth-quake, your vision shifting, you looked back over your shoulder to see him caressing your thighs. His face was drenched in your slick, but his tongue just didn’t stop licking the area around his lips. Ivar leaned forward, pressing his hands flat beside your body, and his slick chest slid perfectly against yours as you both met, sloppy tongue and teeth clashing over your shoulder, moaning into his hungry mouth as you tasted yourself on him.
This was the moment you lived for, a weak hand trailing up cautiously and he allowed you to thread your fingers through his thick hair, whinning into your mouth as he met you with growls and moans, the both of you rutting back and forth against one another, and he was so painfully hard against you.
“Are you ready, my little Omega? Ready to fully become mine?” He asked, nipping harshly against your shoulder, and it jerked as a bit of skin broke. His tongue lapping over the tiny wound. This time, there was no punishment for not verbalizing you answer, only him praising you for being so good as you sobbed in pleasure, his cock stretching your cunt open in the most delicious of ways. There was nothing holding him back down as one hand gripped the back on your throat like a vicious dogs mouth, shoving your deep in the bed. He held you both there. “You feel this, slut?” He growled, rutting his hips, pushing himself deeper than you thought possible. “Every inch of me is inside of your soaking cunt, and it’s going to stay there until you’re filled with my knot, and my seed is drenching your womb…”
You only cried, tears spilling from your eyes as he began to move, snapping his his against yours, the sound of his skin beating against your ass as he moved, his nails digging into your neck, leaving red marks that burned in the sweat. “Can’t fucking wait!” Ivar roared, seeming to pick up the past, bruising you against him now. “Gonna fill you up, fucking breed you like the needy little bitch you are!”
Normally you would last longer with Ivar, but tonight was special. Tonight you would give him everything you had, even as you came for the umpteenth time that night, screaming out his name and his title, listening to him resonate a cruel laugh around the room as he dropped forward on you. You fell forward as well, you body jerking in the aftermath of another orgasm, and your eyes rolled back, but he continued his onslaught, pinning you beneath him. How long he was at it, you did not know, losing track of time among the tangled and sweaty bodies you were, you lost where he ended and you began.
The only thing that mattered to you was the swelling on his knot, and the teeth that scraped over your mating gland. You begged, thrashed, tried to plead at him to do it, promising to stay with him forever. You never want another. Never.
It was when he bit down, did you finally see a bright light, you felt another heartbeat in your chest and millions of emotions rushed through your body, filling you to the brim and your mind exploded, more tears cascading down your cheeks as his movements stops, a howl escaping his mouth as his warmth spilled inside of you. He collapsed, still connected to you, and when you could finally think straight again, you were on your back with his hands gently trailing your body, his mouth leaving tiny worships along your skin.
Groaning as you joints screamed and ached at you to move, he looked up from your stomach, his blue eyes filled with slight concern, your fingers carding through his hair. “Are you alright?” Ivar murmured, completely changing from what he was moments ago.
Giving him a lazy smile, he crawled back up your body, sweetly kissing your lips, and pulling you to curl against his chest. “I have never been better, Ivar,” You assured him, bringing your hand down to cup his cheek, watching as he leaned into your touch.
It was his turn to stroke your hair, his mouth running along your temple, his lips curling up. “Allow me to clean you,” He offered.
You simply shook your head, not wanting him to leave you just yet, even if it was only for a moment. Curling in closer, you nuzzled under his chin. “Want to sleep in it.”
Welcome to your 21st year! As per the wonderful tradition of the house of Hale, you will be attending some of the best places to be single that Beacon Hills has to offer today. First, it’s to the Coffee Shop on Main where you will get two lemon zest chocolate chip muffins. Listen to me very carefully, I’m going to ease you into the way this works. Buy two muffins, but you’re only going to eat one. Find someone cute to give the second one to…
The letter went on, but Derek was staring at it in horror, unable to process how terrible that sounded in just the first paragraph. Today was going to suck.
Or: Derek’s grandmother relishes setting her single grandchildren up on Valentine’s Day. Only, less ‘setting up’ and more ‘forcing them to run a singles-only scavenger hunt where the prize is love or at least sex’.
A/N: I felt like it’d been a while since I’d written anything that focused on Yoongi, so I really wanted to write something~ I started this a few weeks ago and then got distracted by life and finishing up college for the semester, but I finally finished it so here I am~ Hopefully you all enjoy it lol
Clubs aren’t your thing—but you give them a chance, because
you don’t want to seem like the party pooper amongst your group of friends.
Despite their efforts to get you to show some skin, though, you still end up
walking into the club wearing a tank-top, skinny jeans, and a pair of laced up
high-tops. You weren’t here to be hit on—you didn’t want some creep trying to
slide his hand up your inner thigh. You were here to socialize, down some
drinks to get over your regret of coming, and then hopefully leave with the
first friend in your group who would call it a night.
So, you saddle up to the bar, waving at your friends as they
scuttle out onto the dance floor—all high heels and short skirts. Once they
disappear into the throng of grinding bodies, you spin on your stool, turning
to rest your elbows on the counter top—
…and the bartender is right in front of you. Skinny, but
well rounded—dark hair hanging slightly into his eyes, black button up fitted
to his torso perfectly. His face remains void of any emotion, but when he
catches your surprised stare and the slight part of your lips, he smirks.
“What can I start you with?” he asks, voice deeper than you
had expected, a bit rough, but still clearly heard over the music of the club.
You pause at the question, your mind blanking.
“I…I’ll take a rum and coke, unless you have something
better to give me,” you say, trying to scrape up your remaining shred of
composure. The male cocks an eyebrow, looking a little contemplative.
“You wanna get drunk? Or do you just wanna buzz so you can
still punch the guy that tries to steal your panties? I mean you gotta throw me
a bone here.”
“I don’t even fucking know, man,” you say honestly, leaning
back a little to motion at yourself. “Look at me. I mean—it’s not exactly like
easy access is written all over my jean-clad legs.”
The bartender hums, reaching down to snag a shot glass.
“I’ve been looking at you for a minute or two now and you’re surprising cute
despite the outfit,” he comments, reaching behind him to grab a bottle of Kahlua.
“Clearly you’re not here to let anyone finger you in the back alleyway,
though,” he continues, chuckling when he catches your blush and stunned look.
With skill, he snatches up a bottle of Grand Marnier and
Bailey’s too, layering the liquors in a shot glass with exact precision. When
he’s finished, he gently slides it towards you, meeting your questionable
“It’s good. Sweet liquor for a sweet girl. Take it—it’ll
help you loosen up a little.”
“Are bartenders usually this flirty?” you question him,
downing the shot in one go (because damn this dude is making you warm already).
“Only to those who perk our interest,” he responds, taking
the shot glass from you after you set down. You laugh, feeling somewhat
“Yeah? Should I consider myself lucky then?”
“Depends on your definition of lucky,” he chuckles, eyes
fliting to the side when another couple up the bar slurs for him. Smile
dropping from his lips, he quickly moves around, throwing some ice into a
glass—filling it a third full with rum and the remainder with coke.
“Suck on that till I get back,” he says briefly, sliding it
to you, and you watch him, brows lifted in surprise as he quickly goes to tend
on other patrons.
Taking the cool glass into your hand, you gently swirl the
contents before taking a long sip.
You’re not sure what that bartender is aiming for, playing
with your emotions like this, but…dammit, you really don’t mind.
Ten minutes later, dark and mysterious bartender is back in
front of you, elbow propped on the counter, interest sparking in his irises as
he listens to you ramble about all the things you don’t really like about
clubs. You hadn’t exactly meant to just…open up to him, but…you’re beginning to
think your tolerance is a bit lighter than you had assumed.
“I’m baffled you’re even here,” he muses, refilling your
glass. “It seems like you’d rather be at home, reading a book, or doing some
kind of other dorky, yet cute thing.”
“Right? I don’t
know, man—I wanted to not seem like the boring friend, but even when I’m here
I’m still hiding at the bar,” you say, sighing, and rest your cheek in the palm
of your hand. The bartender breathes a laugh, regarding you thoughtfully.
“You could always go.”
“Yeah, but…,” you begin, eyes flitting up to his, and his
stare has you feeling a bit weak. “You’re here.”
At that, that man pauses, any movement stopping as his eyes
fall from yours, lowering to regard the countertop. You watch him, cheeks hot,
regret sinking in your stomach. Luckily, after a few seconds—instead of walking
away or anything else that could potentially break your heart—he meets your
gaze again and opens his mouth to respond.
…however, just as he does, the same drunk couple form before
shouts for him at the other end of the bar and, sighing, the dark haired male
hurries away. You’re once again left staring after him, hands fidgeting against
your half-downed glass.
What the hell are you doing?
A little less than 20 minutes later—mister dark and
mysterious having somehow disappeared from the bar without you noticing, you
push your finished drink to the side and slide off your stool. You don’t want
to drink anymore—you really don’t want to be here—and now that the flirty, cute
bartender is gone, you’re not quite sure what to do with yourself.
More than anything, you just want to tap out and go home,
but, before you can, one of your friends spots you near the edge of the dance
floor and hurries over. Grabbing your wrist, she tugs you into the mass of
people, and you can’t think to tell her that you’re really not in the mood for
dancing—especially considering that she has already dragged you into the middle
of the action.
So, reluctantly, trying to let any of your worries go (as
well as thoughts of the dark-haired bartender—who you may or may not have
fallen for), you begin dancing with your friends. At first, things go well—you
loosen up a bit, swing your hips, feel the music—but after a few minutes you
feel a pair of hands land on your hips. Glancing down—catching sight of pale,
long fingers—you realize that this isn’t one of your girlfriends.
“Sorry–,” you begin, taking a step forward, trying to let
the person know that you’re not about that tonight—but the fingers only
tighten, and you feel a males chest lightly press against your back.
“You said weren’t about dancing, yet when I stopped by the
bar on my way out for the night and noticed you were gone, I find you out here
on the dance floor,” the deep, familiar voice speaks, and fuck the heat you’d felt before is igniting your blood once more.
“My shift was over. I left to grab my stuff and planned to come
back to the bar to take you home with me, but—”
“I…what??” you say, flushing red, turning your head to try
and face him, but his fingers dig into your waist, holding your still, and his
lips press heatedly against your neck. That has you gasping, grinding back
against him as his teeth and tongue work at your throat.
“My name is Yoongi, by the way,” he says, sucking
particularly hard, and your knees nearly buckle.
“Yoongi,” you repeat, testing the name on your tongue. But
his name alone rolling from your lips has Yoongi growling quietly, one of his
hands sinking lower to grip your ass through your jeans. You bite your lip to
keep from moaning, lifting one of your hands backwards to tug his hair.
“If you were going to take me home then take me already,”
you breathe, grinding your ass back yet again, and before you can gather your
head you’re being pulled off the dance floor, Yoongi’s grip tight on you wrist.
Dean is aging every day and Castiel can see it in the fine lines when he smiles, the way his eyes crinkle. Every day there’s another line forming and Castiel can see it. Every single one of them. He sees the first small gray hair that starts at the root of Dean’s hair. He doesn’t think Dean can see it, at first, but after a week Dean begins parting his hair differently. Castiel cannot see the single gray strand anymore, until there is a small bundle of them.
With each waking day, Dean’s hands begin to ache in the places that strains when he holds his gun. He pretends not to care, but Castiel knows. He can read Dean like a book he’s read a million times.
Castiel stays the same. Humanity caught up with his vessel in the short while he had no grace, yet now he seems to have stopped aging once again. He stays young while Dean’s knees ache. Small touches let Castiel ease the pain, and Dean catches on to what he is doing. He says thank you with his eyes, that still sparkle a beautiful sage color. The love Castiel has for Dean never dulls, but only deepens the more Dean let’s him heal.
It seems, eventually Dean wants to skip out on hunts. His bones throb too badly, or he’s catching yet another cold. Sam notices, too, but says nothing. It’s inevitable. Dean is much older than Sam is, and not as nimble anymore. Castiel always stays with Dean. Just in case.
Sometimes Dean will let Castiel sit with him while he watches the latest game on television. Usually Dean will fall asleep by halftime, never able to sleep well at night. His head always ends up on Castiel’s shoulder, beer slipping through his fingers that once held it tightly. Castiel puts the beer on the coffee table, and maneuvers to lean back enough for Dean’s head to rest comfortably on his chest. Castiel has no heartbeat for Dean to listen to, but placing a firm hand on Dean’s shoulder lets him pulse power through Dean’s veins, easing any ache or pain. Dean always sleeps better this way. It seems to give him a little bit more life that way.
Dean does not like it when Castiel heals him of his aches. “They let me know I’m still human, Cas. Just let me ache. That’s why they invented Advil.” Dean will say, giving Castiel a glare. But Dean always comes to Castiel at night, or comes to get him when the Advil won’t help his restless leg syndrome, or ease the throb of his nerves enough to get a few un-solid hours. Castiel is always more than willing to place that firm hand on Dean, watching him sleep peacefully like he deserves after a lifetime of restless nights.
“Let me heal you, Dean.” Castiel demands, watching the man he loves practically decay on the sofa. Dean had insisted on going to a hunt with Sam, and had sprained a few bones. They were not healing, and it had been over a week. “Please.” Castiel begs.
“No, Cas.” Dean repeats over and over. Castiel doesn’t care. Dean isn’t quick enough to dodge Castiel’s hand as if clamps around his ankle. It’s healed within seconds, and Dean is angry at him once more. “Damnit Cas!” Dean jerks his leg away, and glares red hot towards Castiel.
“I don’t understand, Dean!” Castiel barks back at him, “You can go on hunts all you want if you just let me heal you when you come back.”
“That’s not how life is supposed to work, Cas. I go on a hunt and I get hurt, if I die from it then that’s how it needs to be! No more loopholes, Cas. I’m gettin’ old, I know it, you know it, Sam knows it. Shit happens, and nature takes its course. It can’t do that if you keep interrupting it!”
“It sounds as though you want to die,” Castiel says dully, and blunt.
“Maybe I do.” Dean says quietly, hardly shocking Castiel. “I’ve lived a long life, saved a lot of people and then some. I’m alright with it.”
Castiel can’t cry, but if he could then he would be sobbing. He can feel it inside, how sad he is. “Dean, I’m not alright with it. My whole purpose of being is because of you. Every day before you, I simply waited for the day. And every day after, I was living for you and fighting for you. There was never a moment I was doing something that wasn’t for you in some way. If you’re gone, what am I supposed to live for?”
“Live for Sammy, Cas. He needs someone, too, you know.”
“Dean, as soon as you’re gone Sam is going to go back to a normal life. And you know that.”
Dean shakes his head, “I don’t want you to interfere anymore, Cas.”
Castiel nods a final nod, and says nothing the nights he still eases Dean’s pains when Dean calls for him. The days go by quickly, as do the seasons. He is worse in the winter, and soon he hardly moves from his worn spot on the sofa.
Castiel leaves Sam with him a single day, saying they need him briefly in Heaven. Dean smiles at him and says he’s happy Cas is off doing angelic things for once. Castiel smiles back and Sam nods. He knows Castiel’s plan.
Castiel comes back over a day later, and Dean is asleep in his bed. When Castiel enters, Dean stirs and reaches for him. He must be hurting again. Castiel gets down to his briefs and slides in bed with Dean, the single brush of skin easing all of Dean’s pains. He relaxes entirely against Castiel. Dean feels very hot, and clammy.
“Are you sick again?” Castiel asks worriedly.
“Yeah,” Dean grunts. “I went out for a drive and got caught in the rain. I think it’s the flu,” Dean grumbles. Castiel brushes a soft hand over his forehead and dulls the fever. “Thanks,” Dean says softly. Castiel is thrown off by the acceptance but says nothing. Dean begins talking. He’s somewhere between sleep, stuck in a limbo. “I am gettin’ scared, every day.” He admits in the quiet air of the bedroom. “Once my light goes out, that’s it. No more chances like I’m used to.”
Castiel interrupts softly. “I could give you another, Dean. We can age together, this next time. If you let me.” There’s a pleading tone in Castiel’s voice that Dean can recognize.
“No, Cas. I need to be a man about this.” Dean grumbles, head rolling to rest on Castiel’s pale chest. “I’m just scared of where I’m going. I always thought death would be easy, that I’d die out on a hunt. It’d be quick, maybe not painless, but I thought it would happen so fast the fear wouldn’t set in. But dying of old age? Slow like this? Every day, man. I can feel it. I’m gettin’ closer. Every time I’m sick it’s like death is just looming, beggin’ me to go to sleep so it can take me. It gives me time to think about it, and the fear gets bad. I hate bein’ scared. I’m scared I’m goin’ to hell, or purgatory again. Or get stuck in the void like Kevin did. I wanna go to Heaven, and be with Bobby and Ellen and Jo.” Castiel faintly realizes Dean is crying silently, tears pooling beneath Dean’s cheek.
“In Heaven,” Castiel begins. “I talked to some of my superiors.” Dean ‘mm-hmms’, quietly. “They would not take my grace, so my age would catch up. But I reserved you a spot, right where you want to be. And I will escort you myself. Not a reaper, or a demon. Me, and I will hide nothing from you. I will hold your hand the whole way.” The love Castiel has for this man is swelling hugely in his vacant chest, and if Castiel could cry he would cry for love.
Dean’s fingers skim past Castiel’s chest to grab his hand. The hold is limp, and weak. Castiel’s worry is at its highest, and he feels the desperate need to go yell for Sam.
Somehow, Sam senses Castiel’s desperation. He barges into the room, eyes wide with worry. Castiel and Sam’s eyes meet and the words don’t need to be spoken.
“Dean?” Sam asks, walking to his brother. Dean let’s out a small moan of acknowledgement, and faintly tells Sam he loves him. The grip on Castiel’s hand is slightly stronger when Dean finds the energy to kiss Castiel’s chest, the words unspoken but there. Castiel wraps fingers through Dean’s damp hair and holds him close.
Sam is crying silent tears and holds back a sob by biting his fist.
Dean goes quietly, in his sleep. Castiel slips from underneath him and makes sure to tuck him in as he goes to console Sam, who has aged as well, but is still young and healthy. Death won’t take him as quickly if he begins to settle down. Castiel makes sure to tell him this.
Castiel explains his plan to Sam over once more. He’s going to lead Dean to Heaven himself. He’s going to be with Bobby and Ellen and Jo. Just like he wanted. Castiel will be there, too, and he will be down whenever Sam prays to him. And if Sam wants, Castiel will walk him through the veil, too.
Castiel’s conversation is interrupted by Dean. A Dean Sam cannot see, but yet the same Dean he knows. Dean has a worried look in his eye, watching Sam cry silent tears. Castiel tells Sam it’s time, and gives him a large hug goodbye. He pleads for Sam to go find a woman, and settle down and have kids. Go back to Stanford. It’s possible. Sam promises he will try, and that he will pray often.
Castiel takes Dean’s hand and vanishes. The veil is shadows and daylight mixing together, like oil and water. Mixing but never becoming one. Dean holds Castiel’s hand tightly, fingers laced. Castiel steps through a very certain strand of daylight. Dean covers his eyes when it becomes too bright.
They’re at Bobby’s. It takes Dean a single moment to blink and look around. Ellen comes from the kitchen, stirring something in a pot.
“Heya, boys. Just in time for supper.”
That night, Castiel holds Dean close. Dean let’s him. After all, they’re stuck in a piece of Heaven where no one dies, aches, or bleeds. Despite Dean’s healthy bones, Castiel still caresses Dean’s body just like before.
BTS Reaction ▾ They tell you they’ve still never had sex
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of sex (forgive me for I have sinned) but not at all detailed.
Jin really liked you. Like more than he should at this point in the relationship. You were exactly what he pictured when he thought of who he wanted to be with his entire life. And thinking that was pretty risky since you guys were still a very new relationship. It gets worse for him because you still didn’t know that he was a virgin. How was he supposed to bring it up? He was ready to get rid if it but he wanted to tell you beforehand.
He finally decided it was best to say it upfront. Be as transparent as possible and at least try to be a little mature about it. So one day, he sat you down for a nice breakfast and once you guys were done, he said he needed to tell you something.
“Uhm, of course Jin. You know you can tell me anything.” You encouraged him, but on the inside, your stomach was in a frenzy of all the possible negative outcomes of this.
“I don’t know how to say this…” He fidgeted with his hands with his eyes down. Oh well. You guessed this was you last breakfast with. Man, what the hell did you do? Your hands were balled into fists under the table.
“Please tell me.” You said quietly. Jin looked up at you and realized you had a pained expression, he was about to ask you if you were okay when it clicked.
“Wait babe, no. I’m not going to say what you think I am. I just- Gosh why is this so hard?” He groaned as he got up off his seat and walked towadrs you to kneel right in front of you. He took your hands in his and kissed them. “I like you okay? I just- I wanted to tell you something about me.” He said, reassuring you. You stayed silent, waiting for him to continue. “I’ve never really slept with someone.”
There, he’d done it. He kept an eye on your face to see if there was any indication of disgust. But you looked more than relieved.
“Jin! You scared me! I thought- Wow I thought you were going to leave me.”
“So you’re okay with this?”
“Okay with this? Of course. I’m a little surprised because you’re so loved around the world and not to mention, not a bad looking guy.”
He fake gasped as he felt lightness fill the room again. “Not a bad looking guy? Is that how you’re going to describe Mr. Worldwide Handsome? Wow, and to think I shared my darkest secret with you.” He feigned hurt as he put one hand on his chest, the other still holding on to you. You chuckled a little as you just stared at him.
You’re glad he shared this with you. At least you know that he trusted you and you made him comfortable enough. “I guess we’ll wait okay? ‘Til you’re comfortable.” You said with a nod and a cute little smile.
“Wait no. I want this label to get off me. I’ve waited long enough. Please, let’s just-” He let his sentence dwindle and you smirked inwardly.
“No, I think we should wait. Like, what if I hurt you? Can you handle being a little rough on your back old man?” You knew this wasn’t the best time to be messing around with him but his reactions really were the best.
“What? (Y/N)! You’re being unfair!” He practically whined. You let out a laugh and leaned over to give him a kiss.
“Alright. We can do whatever you want.”
Making assumptions in your relationship with Yoongi wasn’t the best thing, so yeah you were surprised when he said he’d never slept with someone. You’d been dating a little over five months and in all that time, the both of hadn’t really gone that far. You always thought it was him respecting your personal space because you weren’t the most experienced person. I mean, you had done things but they were a long time ago and they weren’t the best experiences. You told him that much on the first night when things had gotten hot n’ heavy and you’d pulled back. So, thinking he was only waiting for you to be comfortable enough wasn’t that much of a brash speculation. Or so you thought.
“You’ve never had sex?” You repeated his confession back to him. Seeing that he was feeling slightly antagonized you quickly tried to recover. “Babe, I’m not saying that because it’s a bad thing. It’s just- You look like you know what you’re doing. Every time.”
He only shrugged “I only act like I know everything.”
You nodded and placed your hands on his cheeks. You weren’t sure what to do in this situation but you tried to make the best of it. “Okay, then we’ll wait as long as you want me to. I’m ready and whenever you are, just let me know alright? And even if you wanna stay celibate for the rest of our lives, I don’t give a shit because you’re more than that.” You ended with a light kiss on his nose.
Even though this is something he was secretly aware that you could leave him for, he couldn’t help but smile at the fact that you could be with him for the rest of your lives. He loved the sound of that. With that he realized, maybe he loved you.
To be quite honest, when Hoseok had almost told you that he wasn’t as experienced as you’d thought, you told him it was a little off putting when guys didn’t know how to pleasure a woman. You had meant it in a way that you weren’t fond of guys being selfish at times during sex. You hadn’t meant to go ahead and crush is self esteem. He listened to your rant on how it was unfair and childish for guys to be like that and bit by bit, unknowingly, your words chipped away at his confidence he had mustered to tell you. After that, Hobi didn’t bring it up ever again. He was too uncertain of your reaction now.
You began to sense his unease and decided to put whatever’s bothering him to rest. “Hobi, you need to tell me what’s going on.” You said in the middle of the both of you just lounging beside each other in bed, doing your own things.
He decided to play dumb and looked at you in confusion. “What?”
“Don’t do that. You should tell me when things are bothering you,” You said calmly as you scooted over to him and placed a hand on his thigh. “I promise there’ll be no judgement from me.”
He sighed “You think that.” He mumbled, barely above a whisper but you heard him fine.
“Why would you think that?” You asked, worry evident in your features. You can’t believe that you did something to make him feel this uncomfortable. You wanted to fix this because you liked him and never wanted him to feel this way.
“Remember a couple days ago, when I asked you if you’d ever slept with someone who didn’t now how to pleasure you?” His face flushed as he recalled that. So did yours. You were about to ask him to continue when you gasped, finally realizing what the hell had just happened.
“Hobi you’ve never slept with someone?” He shook his head, “And I- I’m sorry baby but that’s not what I meant. I’ve been with selfish guys before and that’s all. I have no problems with someone who’s inexperienced.” Hobi looked a little ashamed. Maybe his mind blew things a little out of proportion. “Babe look at me.” You place your free hand on his chin and turn it towards you. “You’re amazing. You’re the best person I could ever ask to be with and I wouldn’t want it any other way. What I think of you will never change just because you’ve never had sex. We’ve all the time we need so we can wait as long as you need.” You finished finally.
Hoseok’s stomach was doing somersaults now. He can’t believe you made him feel like this with just the touch of your hand and your sweet words. He smiled brightly for the first time in a while and leapt on you with his arms clasped around you. You laughed delightfully as you received a chorus of ‘I love you’s and kisses spattered across your neck.
Namjoon’s left a hot as he left bites and kisses along the side of your neck. His hands held a bruising vice on your hips as you grinded on him. You legs were on either side of him as you let out quiet moans. Thing were getting serious between the two of you and not just right now in the moment. He’d drop constant hints that he was into you and you were constantly teasing him to the point where it led to here. You on his lap with his lips hungrily exploring you. You pulled back only to pull your shirt off of you but as soon as it came off, his lust blazed expression transformed into a panicked one.
You immediately sobered up and asked him what was wrong. “Woah what’s wrong? Am I hurting you somewhere?” You widened you knees a little thinking that you were causing him sort of pain. That only resulted in you brushing against his groin and he flinched.
“No- Ah. No, I’m okay. I- Um- I’ve nevergonethisfarbefore.” He let out so quick that you almost missed it. Not gonna lie, you were taken aback. He always came off as the most sexually forward person to you. You hadn’t expected this. Especially from someone as sought after and famous as him.
You tilted your head in contemplation. “So… You don’t want to do this?” You asked. His eyes widened as he shook his head and slid his hands up to your face.
“No, I want this. I only freaked out because I wanted you to know before we did anything. I still wanna continue this.” After he gave you his permission, you placed a hard kiss on his lips and then leaned into his ear.
“Well, I guess we should stop the wait.”
You had your suspicions. He was way too cute and even though he was very affectionate with you, you did have an inkling of an assumption that maybe he wasn’t the most experienced. Your suspicions would always strengthen whenever you tried to make a move on him. You’ve been dating him for a bit and you guys fill in the spaces with so many other things that you don’t find the time to do more than make out and cuddle. You decided to put your raging imagination to rest by confronting him once and for all.
“Chim, you know you can tell me anything right?” You asked as he helped you wash the dishes.
He gave you a side glance with a nervous little chuckle. “Yes? What about it?” You almost forgot what you were supposed to do because the smile he gave you made you mind go blank for a second.
“I want you to know that no matter what, I’ll always be accepting of you and that I’ll never judge.” He nodded slowly in understanding.
“I know, that’s why I’m with you.” He gave you a toothy smile.
“So tell me this. And I mean this in the nicest way possible. Are you a virgin?” It was silent for the shortest time until it was broken by Jimin going into a choking fit.
You dropped what you were doing, wiping your hands on your apron and patted his back to help him. Coughs racked his body and his face was as red as you’d ever seen it. Part of you thought it was probably because of him choking but you also wondered if he was embarrassed, After his chokes died down and he couldn’t finally breathe proper again. You didn’t want to push him to answer so you quickly tried to make amends.
“Actually, don’t say anything if it’s an awkward question for you. Let’s just finish the dishes and go to sle-”
“I am.” He said, quietly as he avoided holding your gaze for more than a moment. You reeled from his answer but you had expected it so you nodded, still rubbing circles on his back from his little choke fit.
“Okay. That’s okay. Did you feel uneasy telling me?” You asked. He shook his head and looked at you properly this time with a slightly shy smile.
“I was just a little embarrassed. I didn’t want you to think less of me because of this.” His voice still maintained a low volume and he looked so cute that you couldn’t help but coo over him.
“Jimin… I would never think that. I like you because you’re you. Not because I have this superficial idea of you. Just promise me we won’t have secrets between us like this. We’ll both be as open and honest as possible alright?” You didn’t let him answer you back as you left a kiss on his lips that he swore made him dizzy.
He never thought it necessary to tell you. Assumed that you’d already known because he told you you were his first serious girlfriend. It wasn’t until things were getting hot in the bedroom when he pulled back to ask for reassurance that it struck you that he was a virgin.
“I don’t want you to be disappointed so tell me if it doesn’t feel good okay? And it’d be nice if you guided me through this.” He asked, a little out of breath as he looked down on you.
“Guide? What do y-” Your eyes widened, finally picking up on what he had tried to tell you indirectly all this time. “Wait, this is your first time?”
Tae looked at you confused. Did you not know? Even after all the hints? “You’re serious?” He asked.
“Oh no. Why am I so slow? Tae this should be a special occassion and forgive me for being rude but how the hell did you stay this way for so long?” You were thinking aver your words and it was like a waterfall of questions were gushing from your mouth.
“I told you…” He sat up, still with his knees on either side of you. “I never had a serious girlfriend.”
“But… I thought… Girls practically throw themselves at you.” He laughed a little and nodded.
“That may be but I don’t want that. I want someone to like me for being Kim Taehyung. Not V from BTS. My fans are lovely but I haven’t ever met someone like you. And you’re the one I wanna do this with. I don’t even care if there aren’t candles or mood music, because it’s already special with you.”
Your stomach twisted and a warmth spread through your body when he said that. “Tae… Gosh you’re such a sweetheart and I can’t believe that you’re mine.” and with that, you pulled him back onto you and let’s just say he didn’t need too much guidance that night. The boy’s magical with his fingers.
A couple nights ago, Jungkook was literally making out with but since then, he hasn’t even tried to make eye contact when you were in the same room. Had you been to aggressive for him. I mean, you were forward that night but not enough for him to avoid you completely. Unless you’d read him wrong, it was obvious that he liked you right? The other boys seemed to think so when you voiced your concerns. They all assured you that he was just shy and maybe needed some time to recover. You were beginning to think that there was something wrong with you. That for some reason maybe he didn’t like you that way.
Maybe it was just a heat of the moment thing and he honestly wants nothing to do with you. So, you stopped hanging around the dorm. You were close friends all the boys since Namjoon had introduced you to them and you’d made it a habit to visit them a lot. But you couldn’t bear being there if you felt unwelcome by the one person you liked the most out of all of them. It’s been a week since you’d stopped going over to them. Telling them that you were just busy with studying for midterms and purposefully ignoring some of their calls. Jungkook felt it was his fault. He thought that maybe distancing himself for you wasn’t good. He decided to do something about it and actually bring you back.
Next thing you know, Jungkook is knocking on your door. He didn’t know what he was going to say. Maybe he should come clean that he’s never done things lie this at all. You were even his first kiss. When you finally opened the door, your eyes widened almost the size of saucers. “Jungkook?” You asked. Not having expected him to ever see you aye-to-eye again. “Wh-”
No hesitation, Jungkook took one step toward you and gathered you in his arms as he kissed you deep. This kiss was different than the last. Not better or worse. But different. Your toes curled as his lips slid against yours with fiery fervor. He finally pulled back. “I’m sorry (Y/N). I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was only embarrassed because I don’t know what to do with my feelings. It’s the first time I’ve ever done something like this and when you um- touched me there, I kinda freaked because it would’ve been my first time.” You were quiet, listening to his rant while still in his arms. The both of you breathless from the kiss.
You tilted your head and looked at his lips, they looked so inviting and you really wanted to kiss them but his eyes were so vulnerable that you wanted to put his mind to ease first. “Kookie… You didn’t think I knew? You’re so shy and so cute when I’m even a little bit forward. I gathered that a long time ago. Plus, so am I. So it’s alright. We can explore these things together. Wouldn’t that make it more special?” You explained and as you did, you felt him slump his shoulders in relief.
He groaned a little and let out a laugh. “(Y/N) you have no idea the effect you have on me.” He said as he went back in for another ravenous kiss.
A/N: Guys this is my first request and oml I’m dying a little inside because even though I wrote a bunch before (for other fandom) I’ve never gotten a request. Unless you count asking for another part to a story. Thanks for the request because my insides are a garbled mess and I needed that 😊😊 P.s. Also, I don’t really like the word ‘Virginity’ mostly because of the negative connotations of it and the hypersexualization of men and women who are virgins. I just wanted to insert this here because I cringed every time I wrote the damn word 😂 Lmao I’m sensitive af
Alya and Nino have been planning this the whole week. They decided to do it on Friday, to let Marinette cool off over the weekend. Alya and Nino decided to switch Marinette’s spot with Nino’s so Marinette could sit beside Adrien.
Friday morning Alya and Nino came to class early just in case Marinette or Adrien was already sitting in their seats. But Marinette was late as usual and froze at the doorway when she saw Nino sitting beside Alya instead of Adrien.
“Marinette, you’re already late, please go take a seat.” Ms. Mendeleiev ordered, sounding grouchy as ever.
Marinette slowly slumped into the seat beside Adrien, at first not making eye contact, but when she looked over Adrien smiled and gave her a slight wave. Marinette being as awkward as ever, smiled back and returned the wave. She was so embarrassed, Marinette wished she didn’t press the snooze button on her alarm, but she did. She wished her combed her hair more properly, but she didn’t. Marinette hoped Adrien couldn’t smell her morning breath or see the bags under her eyes since she’s been out late last night patrolling Paris with Chat Noir. Behind her, she could hear Alya and Nino chuckling. Marinette quickly turned around and shot them a glare before turning to ask Adrien what she missed. She couldn’t help but smile when Adrien was clumsily trying to explain to her that he was also late.
“Do I have something on my cheek?” Adrien whispered so Ms. Mendeleive wouldn’t snarl at them for talking during a lesson.
Marinette shook her head trying to go back to reality, “Pardon?”
“Do I have something on my face? You were staring…” Adrien repeated, wiping his mouth with his jacket sleeve.
“Oh no, it’s nothing! Haha, don’t mind me-”
“Marinette! You came into my class late, do not disturb today’s lesson.” Ms. Mendeleive sneered towards her.
“Grumpy as always, huh?” Adrien murmured to Marinette.
Marinette laughed, “Yeah.”
“Both of you, detention.” Ms. Mendeleive said as she wrote the Pythagorean theorem formula on the board.
Adrien felt panic, he never had detention before, he has always been homeschooled. He couldn’t believe Ms. Mendeleive’s words. ‘Both of you, detention.’ repeated in Adrien’s head over and over again. What was his father going to say? His dad trusted him when he allowed Adrien to go to public school. Adrien made so many friends at school, Adrien couldn’t bear being trapped at home all day long, only to go out when he needed to model his dad’s new designs. This overwhelming feeling washed over him. He couldn’t lose his friends, Marinette, Nino, and Alya. They were the only people that brought joy into his life since his mother. Tears formed in Adrien’s eyes, and he felt the floor swayed beneath his feet. Adrien tried to stand up but instantaneously fell back into his seat.
Marinette lightly placed her hand on Adrien’s shoulder, “Are you alright?” Marinette wore a worried look on her face.
By this time, Adrien had tears rolling down his cheeks, his face felt hot, and his head felt like it was on the spinning teacups for the 20th time in a row. People started to gather around him, but Nino and Alya made them back up so he could breathe.
“What kind of boy cries during class?” Chloe taunted.
“Be quiet, Chloe,” Alya told her, but of course, Chloe being the person she is continued.
“I mean like, for a boy who has alway smiled at everyone, he’s such a crybaby.” The whole class was listening to Chloe.
“Shut up.” Marinette snaped. She wasn’t making eye contact with Chloe, but everyone knew who it was directed to. Marinette was still watching Adrien, trying to help him go through his anxiety attack.
Ms. Menedeleive walked up towards Adrien and Marinette, “Bring him to the infirmary.” Then she turned to the class, “Alright, back to your seats.”
Marinette slowly led Adrien to the infirmary. She was a step ahead of him, unsure if he had ever been there before. As they walk through the doors, she sat him on the bed, Marinette was about to leave the room and leave him to the nurse, but Adrien pulled on her sleeve.
“C-can you ple-please stay with me?” Adrien asked through tears. His voice was dry and rough from the crying. It was hard for Adrien to talk, he hadn’t felt the lump in his throat in a long time. He has forgotten how much it hurt.
Marinette didn’t say anything, she just sat beside him quietly and waited for the nurse to come back from wherever. Marinette knew what to do, a girl from the other class had an anxiety attack in the halls, and Marinette comforted her. She sat there humming a song from Jagged Stone’s album she remembered Adrien saying how much he likes it. Adrien’s eyelids felt heavy and his eyes felt swollen. Before he knew it, he fell asleep on Marinette’s shoulder. Marinette freaked at first but gently lay him on the bed and placed a blanket on top of him.
“Sleep tight,” she told him. Marinette squeezed his hand before leaving him to rest.
Imagine sitting around the kitchen table, a big window on the wall, but it’s too late at night to see outside. It’s the first few chilly days of fall, meaning you haven’t quite convinced yourself to turn on the heat for the year. Instead, you and S.Coups sit next to each other at the table, sharing a blanket while you both lazily munch on popcorn. Nothing seems relevant, but this song playing quietly around you and how your body curves into Seungcheol’s.
Despite all the curtains open painting the bedroom in a white film, despite how many times you had previously tried to wake Jeonghan up, he refuses. You would pull the covers away, only to see that that didn’t bother him. You would try everything, but somehow he would always find a way to grab your hand and pull you back into bed, wrapping his body around yours tightly. The alarm would still be going off, as it had been for ten minutes. When he pulled you into bed for the final time you would settle after hearing the radio from the alarm play this song. The world had a funny sense of humor sometimes.
Maybe you knew the words to this song, maybe you didn’t; within the moment though, but when you listened to it with Joshua you felt as though these lyrics, this beat, the tone of voice was made specifically for this moment. You had been trapped with Joshua in this recording room for a few hours, however you weren’t really trapped, either of you could have left at any time. It just didn’t feel right to. When this song played, when you rested your head in his lap and laid out your body on the cold hardwood floor, his fingers laced in your hair, you understood why you were trapped. It felt as though the universe had kept you two together to live out this moment, a moment where everything was truly perfect.
Just like the lyrics stated, it was the middle of the night. When you would look back at this day in the future you wouldn’t be able to say why you were out in the first place. You had taken a break from your late night drive in the middle of nowhere, stopping at a gas station. This song would play over the system and for some unknown reason, the moment it started Jun would look at you with such passion in his eyes, such youthful excitement. He would grab your hand and dance with you in a gas station in the middle of nowhere, a smile on his face that matched yours the whole time.
You hadn’t remembered putting this song on your phone, and maybe you didn’t, maybe one day the sky looked down at you and Hoshi, smiled, and gifted it to you. You were walking down the sidewalk of some suburban neighborhood, a car whizzing by you every few moments. One earbud in your ear, the other one in Hoshi’s. This song would play and even though you had never heard it before it just felt… special. Your arms would brush against each other, the bare skin mingling. You felt as though whatever higher power there was above, it had handcrafted you this moment.
Hearing this song wouldn’t be a one time deal, in fact it was Wonwoo’s favorite. It had the perfect mix between hip hop and a chill vibe. Every spare moment you two would spend together, every lazy day, every few minutes you could scavenge together would be spent holding hands, resting on each other’s shoulders, lazily sleeping with this song on repeat in the background. Every time you would hear this song you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.
You two would both be laying in bed, the day just falling into the cusp of evening. You would have your head resting on his shoulder, one of his hands would be lazily gliding over your arm while the other would be scrolling through music on Youtube. It moment seemed perfect the minute he opened up this song, despite the words to them the soft beat and the melodic voice would pull the both of you in. He would rest his head next to yours, and for the next four minutes it would feel like you were the only two people in the world.
The soft lapping of the warm water in the tub would be the only sound besides the beat that this song was creating. You would be resting against Mingyu’s chest in the bath, only this moment wouldn’t feel like a moment of sexual tension, but rather a moment of comfort and sweet intimacy. You felt completely at home in this small bathtub next to the love of your life as a beautiful, beautiful song played ever so innocently in the background.
Imagine driving down an empty road much faster than you should with the car radio and it’s shitty sound system pumping out this song. It’s way too hot out, the windows rolled way down, DK’s sweaty hand clasping around yours with his other hands on the wheel. You two would share a peach lemonade, with only one straw because DK forgot he was supposed to be cute and get another. You would just close your eyes, feeling the wind in your hair and your hand in DK’s. What bliss.
Even though the lyrics to this song aren’t exactly the nicest, the moment he decided to play it in the dance studio you felt as though you had never heard a song as sweet. You two had been in the dance studio for hours, you happily watching and talking to Minghao as he danced every now and then. He would just look at you with a big smile as this song created the most wonderful vibe in the room, even if you hadn’t wanted to dance before you would want to now.
You would be waiting for your flight to arrive and take you back home in the airport, clicking on whatever song caught your eye as you passed the time. Seungkwan’s head would be resting in your lap as he tried to pass the time by sleeping. At one point, he would take the phone from your hands and pick out this song to show you. His eyes would stay locked yours trying to gage your response to it. Seungkwan had the kindest gaze and when the song mixed with it, you could feel nothing but warmth inside.
It had been a day at the beach, the gritty sand had stuck itself under your feet, only you didn’t seem to mind. Vernon had hooked his phone up to the speaker so the only thing you could hear besides whatever song played was the crashing of the waves on the beach. You were sharing an ice cream with this song began, the day finally coming to the end. You would watch the sun set over the beach and hear this song play in the background as Vernon playfully fed you ice cream.
You two had just returned home from a day of sledding in the first snow of the year. Both of your cheeks were stained a deep rosy red as Chan tried to warm your hands in his, every once and awhile blowing hot air into his hands that cupped around yours. This song would play from the other room, probably from one of your roommates choosing to listen to it. The sweet melody of the song would warm you up as you two could do nothing but smile at one another.
Summary: He thinks she wants nothing to do with him. She thinks he can’t remember her. Aelin and Rowan were friends once upon a time. But high school drove them apart. However, one night - one party - is about to change not only their lives, but the lives of their friend as well.
Request: Some peter angst that he doesn’t want people to know that he’s dating Y/n and some other guy asks her for homecoming in front of all the people in school so they (peter and reader) fight because she feels like the other boy is not “ashamed” of her, and Peter gets all jealous and the other day he’s like showing everyone that she’s his girl
Requested by: anonymous.
A/N: So I got a bit confused on your request, I wasn’t sure if you wanted the reader to like say yes to the request or no? So, I thought it’d be better and fit with the story more (also because i’m evil) that she does say yes, but more to see if Peter does really like her.
His questioned stunned you, never in your life did you think that Flash, Flash of all people, would ask you to Homecoming. It hadn’t, also, really crossed your mind that you needed a date to Homecoming because despite not having a date, you had a boyfriend. And even if you weren’t going to publicly share your relationship or act like a couple on the night of Homecoming, in your mind you had a date. Even if no one else knew.
Didn’t mean it hurt any less though, or didn’t nag at the back of your mind that your own boyfriend wouldn’t even ask you to Homecoming.
Looking over at Peter, your boyfriend, for some kind of guidance, you found none. What had been a peaceful lunchtime, chewing on your sandwich as you sat with Michelle at a table, directly beside where Ned and Peter sat, had been ruined, or more messed with when Flash had made his way over. Surprisingly, he hadn’t even given Peter a glance, which seemed to be his number one target for his teases, and instead only focused on you.
And while you weren’t all that popular, you definitely had your fair share of friends. You just chose to stick with Michelle because she’s where you felt most at home, besides when with Peter. But you couldn’t be all that close with Peter in school because… he didn’t want anyone to know you were dating. You weren’t even sure yourself why the reason was, but you’d gone along with it because of the long time you’d pinned after his affections.
“Um…” You found yourself at a loss of what to say, and when looking at Michelle you found even she was shocked. It seemed Flashes unusual question had caught most of the cafeteria’s attention, much to your dislike. “I’m not sure… Flash. I think- I think i’m good but tha-”
“Come on, Y/N.” Flash interrupted your decline, no loss of confidence in his gaze. And while you’d never quite gone as far to say you hated Flash, you most definitely didn’t appreciate the way he treated Peter or the way he held his ego as if he was better than everyone. “You know no one else is gonna ask you, not two days before the actual dance, so why not?”
Okay. That hurt. Not only his comment, but even if you’d secretly been dating someone, no one had even taken the time to offer you or ask you. Flash was the first one. Again, Peter not even mentioning it when alone and if you brought up the topic of Homecoming he’d change the topic as soon as he could.
But still, even if Peter was admit on not having your relationship out to the public, part of your hurt went to him, hoping he’d say something to defend your honour. But he only turned his head away from the both of you, sticking his nose back into his lunch tray. And that. That hurt more than anything else.
“Listen here, you-” Standing up you held your hand to Michelle, stopping her from defending you. Smiling thankful at her, you nodded before turning back to Flash. “Sure.”
“Sure, i’ll go to Homecoming with you.” You repeated, clarifying. You heard the echo of gasp around the cafeteria, probably all expecting you to say the opposite of what you just had. Flash’s expression twisted into one of shock for just a second before he nodded; “great. I’ll pick you up at your house at seven.” You nodded in confirmation, watching his back as he walked away.
If Peter wasn’t going to show his true feelings for you on his own, you needed to give him a little push. You only hoped that he wouldn’t prove you wrong. But, your hopes dropped a bit when you turned in the direction Peter had been only to find him gone, no where in sight and only Ned was left. Before you could even react, a slim hand grabbed ahold of your wrist, yanking your attention back to Michelle. “What the hell were you thinking?” She asked incredulously.
Biting your lip, you shrugged; “honestly. I don’t know.”
For the rest of the day, you didn’t see Peter. Even in the one afternoon class you’d shared with him, he had failed to show up. You’d asked everywhere, anyone you thought could possibly know Peter and either they had no idea who you were referring to (which only lessened your like of the school) or had no idea where he’d gone. All saying the last time they’d seen him was at lunch or before.
Soon enough the end of the day arrived and you found yourself at your locker, packing up whatever you didn’t need. Looking up from the book you’d dropped off, you sighed, your hand coming out to grab ahold of your locker door. Shutting it close, you jumped in surprised when Flash appeared beside you. Holding a hand against your chest, you took a deep breath, turning to your new companion with a glare. “Jesus, Flash. You can’t just sneak up on people like that.”
“So,” Flash started, ignoring what you’d previously said. “If you’re going to Homecoming with me… does that mean we’re dating?”
“We’re dating.” Flash repeated, though this time the questioning tone lacked presence. Opening your mouth, you found yourself unsure of what to say. You mentally cursed yourself, you really hadn’t thought through your decision to say yes to Flash earlier. Even if he was a jerk, he didn’t deserve to be used, not like this.
But still, his question or statement, brought a feeling within your stomach. Flash was so… forward with the idea of dating you. He wasn’t ashamed to ask you both times and certainly was shy or embarrassed to be dating you. Which at the moment seemed to be exactly what Peter felt in regards of your guys relationship. He wasn’t ashamed of you or the idea of him dating you. So, swallowing the lump in your throat, your hand unconsciously found each other, fiddling with nervousness. “Would you be… embarrassed to date me?”
And in a very Flash like way, he snorted, answering like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “No. Why would I? You’re like really hot.” He commented was anything but flattering but still, it meant more then he probably understood.
Flash took your silence as a answer to step forward, his hand moving up to land on your arm. His hand was rough, way more rough than Peter’s had ever been. Anytime Peter ever placed his hand on you, touched you, he was gentle. Probably more gently than he ought to be, but it was sweet. It was calming. Flash was aggressive, quick, and before you knew it his face was nearing yours, dangerously fast and close.
You couldn’t even move away, because even if Flash had flattered you with his denial of embarrassment, you definitely didn’t want to kiss him. Definitely didn’t want to cheat on Peter. But his grip was so tight, so forceful that before you knew it you back was against the back of your locker and you couldn’t get out. You braced yourself before the weight disappeared, the grip left as well and opening your eyes, you found Flash on the other side of the hall and Peter in front of you.
Your mouth opened in shock, stunned by the force it would’ve taken Peter to fling Flash that far. Force a normal teenage boy doesn’t have.
“Peter?” You questioned hesitantly, pushing your back off the wall. Peter turned instantly, making you jump from the speed of it all. Peter wasted no time in grabbed your wrist and while you’d prepared yourself for a tight grip, it was nothing but gentle as usual, maybe a tad bit more tight. Then you were being dragged from Flash, who only stared at the both of you (mainly Peter) in absolute shock.
“She has a date to Homecoming.” Peter snapped before he led your through the hallways of the school. You both said nothing as you were dragged through the halls, still too stunned by what you’d just seen. Had Peter just asked you to Homecoming…?
When you were far away from Flash and in an empty wall, which didn’t surprised you seeing as the bell had rung nearly a half hour ago, Peter was still dragging you. But your semi long walk had given you time to process everything, to think, and you felt anger burn within you. You were quick to halt your feet, stopping Peter from dragging you through the hall and ripping your hand from his grasp. He didn’t fight you, letting you go easy enough. But not without turning around to face you, a baffled expression on his own face.
“How dare you?” You snapped, making Peter’s once frustrated gaze turn into only more confusion. You were quick to answer his questioning look. “How dare you come in here and act like some kind of hero? Especially after everything during lunch and then disappearing and not answering any of my calls or texts-” Throughout your rant, you’d begun beating on his chest repeatedly, leaving no room for a breath.
“Lunch?” Peter interrupted, his voice raising slightly. “You mean where you accepted Flash’s proposal?” You’d never seen Peter so angry, so frustrated. His nose was flaring, his cheeks tinted red and he was huffing and puffing. If you weren’t so angry yourself, you might have been a little scared.
Peter stepped forward, shocking you once again and grabbing ahold of your hands. Effectively he paused the wounds you’d been inflecting on his chest, bringing you so close to him you could feel his breath on your cheeks. You found yourself unable to say anything as he opened his mouth again; “why the hell would you say yes? We’re dating, remember? You’re my girlfriend!”
“Oh, am I?” You questioned, just as flared up as he. You fought his grip, trying to gain use of your own hands but he held fast. It wasn’t even a bruising grip, but for some reason you couldn’t wiggle your way out. And while the grip didn’t necessarily hurt, there was so much strength in his grasp, strength you didn’t even know he had. “I wasn’t too sure anymore since the only ones who know are you and me!”
“Yeah, so what?”
“So what? So what is that I don’t want to be your girlfriend if I can’t even tell anyone!” You yelled, tears bursting from your eyes as all your pent up emotions flooded through you. Peter paused, his grip not slacking but his expression softening. Sniffling pathetically, you tried to hold yourself together but only failing tremendously. “At least Flash isn’t ashamed to date me. Not like you. He’s not embarrassed to date me, love me, like you are!”
Peter said nothing. Nothing at all. Which only made your heart sting even further. So finally, shoving you managed to break one wrist free, pushing at his chest. All his strength seemed to disappear as an expression you couldn’t read washed over his face and he stumbled back. Grabbing your other wrist, you turned, walking away.
Then, something held fast on your sweater, swinging you back towards Peter. You opened your mouth, to say something as suddenly you found yourself back in Peter’s arms, them securely around your waist as he held you against his chest. You looked up at him and then his lips were against your own. Kissing you with such force, and holding your hand so tightly as if he was afraid to lose you. Panting, you pulled away and looked down. “What-?” You mumbled, staring down at the string like web connecting you to Peter’s writs. “H-How? I… don’t-”
“I’m not ashamed to date you, Y/N.” Peter interrupted your rambling, making you turn back to look at him. Still only inches apart, he smiled softly down at you. “I never have been.”
“You-…” You shook your head; “you’re Spider-Man?”
“Yes.” Peter nodded, “and that’s exactly why I thought no one could know. Y/N, I have a lot of enemies. If they knew how much I cared for you, then they’d use you against me. Hurt you.” It made sense. Perfect sense. Even if you didn’t like the fact of it making sense, it did.
Pulling at the webbing on your sweater, you ripped it off, bundling the rest up. Peter watched your face for a reaction but you only kept your head down. Even if there was now a valid reason for why you couldn’t share your relationship with anyone, it didn’t help. Because it’d only go back to being the same.
Hands grabbed ahold of your face, turning your gaze back at Peter. You pouted slightly as he smiled, shaking his head. Rubbing his thumb over your cheek, he chuckled; “but I know now… that that doesn’t help either. I want people to know your mine to, Y/N.”
Hope filled within you, and your lips immediately turned up at the corners into a smile. “You mean?”
Peter nodded, chuckling at your excitement. “Will you got to Homecoming with me?” You threw your hands around his neck in excitement, squeezing him tight as you squealed. “Yes!”
Needless to say, the next day Peter and you walked into school with his hand around your waist and a smile on both of your lips.
Warnings: Dom!Ivar, rough sex, I don’t know what it’s called when you squeeze someones throat but there’s that, fingering
Ivar scowled across the hall as he ate. Watching you dance and laugh with people. They clearly weren’t from Kattegat. The fact that they even dared approach you, let alone talk and dance with you, showed that they had no idea what happened to people who did.
Growing up you have been the only friend Ivar had, outside of his brothers, meaning he’d always been protective of you. Things only worsened when he came to the revelation that you, were a woman. No one could be left alone with you unless Ivar trusted them and after Ivar lashed out at Ubbe for flirtily hugging you one evening not even his brothers were safe from his jealousy.
“We should make her stop before Ivar get’s angry.” Ubbe muttered as he and Hvitserk sat either side of Sigurd.
“Ivar is always angry, does she not deserve some fun for putting up with him?” Sigurd countered and Hvitserk seemed to agree.
“Hey!” I smiled at Harrison, leaning in for a hug. “Where’s Tony?” How did he know Tony was supposed to come? I opened my mouth to ask him but Jacob rushed toward us.
“Yeah, Tom told us you two were coming by. Something about having something to celebrate. I wasn’t really listening.” I laughed quietly, shaking my head. I was about to answer and tell them that Tony and I didn’t work out, but I wanted Tom to be the first person I told.
“Where’s Tom? I need to talk to him about something!” I tried to fight the smile on my face, but every time I pictured Tom’s expression when I told him, the smile just kept growing. “Is he at the bar?” Harrison shook his head.
“Last time I saw him he was sitting in a booth – with Lucy!” My eyebrows pulled in, in confusion. Before I could ask who Lucy was, Harrison was already answering. “Oh, right! You moved in a couple of months after Lucy. Uh, Lucy was Tom’s ex-girlfriend! They actually moved out here together – it was pretty serious.”
“Are they, like, friends?” Jacob shook his head.
“Nah, in fact, I don’t think they’ve talked since the break-up. She just randomly showed up tonight. Tom looked pretty bummed out, and it struck a conversation. Lucy was here to pay her ‘congratulations’, or something.” You nodded.
“Did Tom mention why he was upset?” You chewed on your lip, you knew why he was upset. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell the guys what happened. You hadn’t even thought of how Harrison and Jacob would feel if two of their roommates started dating.
“No, he just showed up a little distraught. But, Tom’s usually in a mood.”
“Well, he hasn’t been,” Harrison added, nodding toward you with a smile, “I think you might balance him out.” You smiled at the thought of being a better part of Tom. “I didn’t like Lucy,” Harrison concluded.
“God, Lucy was a bitch.”
“Jacob!” Harrison scolded, him. I looked at him with wide eyes.
“Well, she was! She treated Tom like shit,” Jacob shrugged and looked at me, “she used to tell him that we weren’t any good for him – she used to call him a loser. Maybe ‘bitch’ isn’t a nice word, but she wasn’t a nice person.” Jacob looked at Harrison, “Am I wrong?” Harrison opened his mouth to say something, but then sighed, shaking his head ‘no’. “Plus, Tom was a dick when she was around. He had, like, major mood swings, didn’t take care of himself. It was depressing.”
“Yeah, Tom knows how to pick ‘em.” Harrison snorted. “He’s never been good at picking girlfriends. For awhile, we thought he might have had the hots for you – we finally approved of his choice of a woman he might want to pursue.” My cheeks burned, I almost asked how they would feel if Tom and I did start seeing each other, but there was one question that was crawling from the back of my throat.
“Well, why would he want to talk to her now?” I tried to reason that maybe it was like seeing an old friend, but I wouldn’t want to see Robbie – he cheated on me, broke my heart.
“Beats me,” Harrison shrugged, “maybe he just wanted some closure. The break-up was pretty rough, he didn’t talk to us for three weeks.” He nodded toward the bar, “But, here’s your chance to ask him.” I turned around and saw Tom picking up his coat. I walked over to the bar, my palms sweating and my fingers shaking a little.
Summary: Dean meets your mother, and you go dress shopping with Jess
Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2,900
Warnings: language, mildly smutty thoughts/discussions… I think that’s it
A/N: Sorry this took so long guys, my life is super insane right now. Some thoughts: I would never fit in that dress I linked to. I don’t know any real humans that would. I just think it’s pretty. Also. There might be some smut in future chapters? How do we feel about this? I’ve never written any before.
SERIES TAG LIST IS CLOSED - I’m sorry, but there are so many. I always tag these installments as #the arrangement if you’d like to find them that way.
Plot: Jungkook jokingly makes fun of you and hurts your feels but makes it up to you
Pairing: Jungkook xReader
Words Count: 2,1k+
Genre: Slightly angst/ Fluff
For Anon, I hope you like it cutie!
Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥
‘Jagiya!!!’ A voice called through your apartment.
‘In here!’ You called from the lounge.
Your handsome boyfriend came walking in with a smile on his face, ‘And just where I left you.’
‘Ha-ha-ha, very funny.’ You mock, jumping up from the couch and into his arms.
He happily received you into his warm embrace as he wrapped his strong arms around your built and lifted you into the air. With one fluid movement, he spun the both of you as your legs wrapped around his waist. Coming to a stand still, you both looked into each others eyes before he closed the gap between the both of you. You accepted his soft touch, as your lips moulded together and he inserted his tongue when your lips parted for him. He tasted every inch as if it was his first time.
Air being needed, you pulled away and pecked his nose, ‘How was America?’
‘Oh sweetheart,’ He carried the both of you to the couch and sat down, ‘It was amazing. Like the language was slightly hard but Joon hyung helped us every step of the way. I wish you were with me!’
‘You know I would have come if I could.’ You stroked his face, ‘I missed you a lot.’
‘I miss you too.’ He replied, brushing your short hair out of your eyes before a teasing smile spread on his face, ‘Yah! Why can’t you have long hair like normal girls?!’
‘You know that I don’t like long hair.’ You rolled you eyes.
This hadn’t been the first time Jungkook teased you about your choice in having short hair. You liked the way it looked on you and to be honest, it was less admin compared to long hair. It wasn’t as if your hair was cut in a boy hairstyle, but being Jungkook, he didn’t ever take that into consideration. You loved him very much, but his childish qualities made you want to run into the wall sometimes.
‘And why can’t you wear skirts and dresses like other girls?’ He joked around once again.
‘Because shorts and jeans are more comfortable.’ You rolled your eyes.
He placed a hand on your leg and tugged at the material slightly, ‘More like sweatpants and pyjamas.’
‘Only when I am home!’ You retaliated, anger running high and feeling hurt, ‘Did you comeback from America just to point out what it wrong with me?’
’Well n-no Y/N -’
‘If you hate the idea of how I dress and look, then why are you with me?’ You pushed him away, tears brimming your eyes, ‘I am sorry that my comfort and choice of clothing does not suit your ideal type, Jungkook.’
‘I’m sorry that I am not like those female idols and models. I AM SORRY THAT I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!’
With that, you ran towards your bedroom and slammed the door with a swift lock, ‘I was just joking….’
Throwing yourself on the bed, you sobbed into the pillow that still lingered with his scent. Angry and pissed, you threw it towards the chest of drawer located close to the door. The object hit a picture frame that came crashing to the ground, shards of glass decorating around the wooden frame. Clutching your legs to your chest, you cradled yourself as the tears flowed from your eyes. Crying, a knock came from the other side of the door.
‘Go away!’ You shouted, ‘Get out of my apartment right now!’
‘Jagiya, I am sorry.’ He apologised, resting his forehead on the door while his fist still stayed attached to the wood ‘I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just joking.’
‘Well you have a pretty cynical way of joking.’ You sniffed.
‘You are just so cute when you get all upset.’ He tried to lighten the mood.
‘Then I must be fucking adorable right now!’ You seethed, ‘Just get out!’
‘But you tease the ones you love!’ He tried to reason.
Sighing, he walked away from the door. Message after message, he flooded your phone.
I am sorry baby!
Please let me in? I never meant to hurt you, I would never do that on purpose!
BABY PLWEAAASSEEE! You know I will beg until you let me. You are my one and only, I tease you because I love you. Baby please….
Eventually the messages stopped going through and he figured that you switched your phone off. Every now and then, he would knock on your door and you would scream and shout at him all over again. Jungkook teased you a lot, and you were okay with it. This time just made you feel lower of the low. He had just visited a different country with thousands of beautiful woman and was surrounded by dozens on a daily basis. It felt as if he was comparing you to something you knew you could never become. You were a simple girl studying animation, nothing more and nothing less. Just mundane.
‘Baby?’ He knocked for the fiftieth time as two hours passed before an idea kicked in, ‘The spare key!’ Running to the counter, he opened it up and found the treasure, ‘Bingo!’ Back before your door, he unlocked it with a victory ‘Jagiy….’ He faded out at the sight of you passed out on the bed, ‘Aish, why did you cry yourself to sleep?’
Stroking the side of your face with his index finger, he pulled the sheets back and tucked you in. You snuggled into the sheets and all but smiled when you felt a pillow in your arms. It was the one you threw away. Jungkook pecked your forehead and walked to the shattered frame on the floor. Clicking his fingers, he ran a few errands before coming back to your place an hour later. Slowly you shifted and sat up, rubbing your eyes. Blinking, you noticed a bunch of roses on your chest of draws alongside the picture. But it was in a different frame. Slowly the door opened and Jungkook peeked in.
‘You awake.’ He beamed, pushing the door more and entering with a tray,
‘Did I not ask you to leave?’ You crossed your arms, glaring at him.
‘You did,’ He agreed, placing the tray down, ‘But you know I don’t listen, I am the maknae at the of day.’
‘I don’t want to repeat myself, Jungkook.’ Your voice cold.
‘And neither do I. I made your favourite by the way, but it’s hot so be carful.’ He motioned to the cup of steaming hot chocolate on the bedside table.
‘Jungkook…’ You were about to complain before he placed a finger on your lips and silence you.
‘Enough with the threats, okay?’ He stated, ‘Listen I am sorry for what I said. Sometimes I speak and think you will understand what I mean, but this time I was wrong. So wrong that it caused you pain, and to be honest baby, I hate myself more then anything. The fact that I made you cry made me want to run into moving traffic.’ He held your cheek, brushing your hands over the tear stains, ‘Those tears should never be anything but good happy ones.’
‘Let me finish. Yes you aren’t an idol or model, but I do not care! If I wanted those types, I would be dating them. Y/N, we have known each other since junior high and I have never been the happiest when you agreed to be mine.’
‘I’m so plain and boring.’ You sighed, pulling away from his touch.
‘You say that, but I see a girl who is interesting and different.’ He encouraged, ‘A girl that doesn’t care what anything thinks,’ He leaned in and brushed his lips against your, ‘A girl who makes me proud and happy that she is mine…and only mine.’
You leaned in thinking he was going to kiss you but he quickly scooped you in his arms, flinging you over his shoulder ‘Yah!! Kookie, put me down!’
‘No,’ He looked behind him with a warm smile, ‘I am still apologising.’
‘Still?’ You asked him with a raised brow.
‘So first, we are adorned with a bouquet of beautiful roses,’ He walked by the drawers, ‘The scent that lingers on you everyday and makes me feel like I am floating. Second we are confronted with a picture of you and I. The picture taken on your senior dance and one of my favourite moments I have shared with you so far, and with many more to come. The frame is a sleek black one because of the dress you wore.’
‘You are so cheesy.’ You huffed.
‘Oh baby, you don’t even know the half it.’ He walked out the door.
Your nostrils were ambushed by the scent of sweet smelling fumes and was lightly light with fairy lights. The furniture was rearranged and pillows scattered on the ground. In the middle lay a tray of all your favourite foods and drinks. The TV was on and before it laid a bunch of DVD’s which were all animation. Walking in, you still hung on his shoulder before he got into the centre of the room. Placing you down, he circled his arms around your waist and kissed your neck as he stood behind your body.
‘Before us we see the setting of our first day,’ He reminded, ‘The night we made a blanket fort and watched movies all night with laughs and amazing food.’
‘Kookie…’ You whispered, all anger seeping out.
‘The movies on the floor represent you and I.’ He pointed at them as you removed yourself from his hold and picked up the films, ‘And since you learning to be an animator as well.’
‘Lady and the Tramp?’ You asked with a raised brow.
‘You are my lady, elegant and beautiful while I am the run of the mill tramp.’ He pointed out.
‘You aren’t a tramp.’ You chuckled before picking another, ‘Tangled?’
‘What more then an artistic girl and a goofy man who fall in love through adventure. I want to have many with you Jagiya.’
‘Beauty and the Beast?’
‘A little rough around the edges but I have found my beauty who will turn me into the prince.’
Tears slowly began to well in your eyes as you looked at movie after movie, finally looking at one with a cocked head, ‘Big Hero 6?’
‘You will always be my Baymax, to hold and comfort me through the hard and rough,’ He knelt before you and kissed your forehead, ‘Someone who will never give up on me and always make me feel better.’
‘Jungkook….’ You sniffed.
‘No more tears…please.’ He pressed his forehead against yours, ‘I have caused enough pain for one day.’
‘But this isn’t pain,’ You looked at him, ‘This is tears of happiness, the only tears I am allowed to shed remember?’ He nodded in agreement, ‘But why are you doing this?’
‘Showing me all this love after I wanted you out?’
He chuckled with a hearty laugh, ‘Because you are my Princess and I am nothing but the little frog that will make you happy even if you don’t see it quite yet.’
‘Princess and the Frog reference?’ You asked with a raised brow.
‘I would say its my life motto, but sure, movie reference it is.’ He kissed your nose.
‘Neither,’ You said softly, ‘You aren’t a frog. You are the handsome Jungkook whom is my prince and man I love with every ounce of my heart.’ You admitted, ‘I am sorry for snapping at you…’
‘No I deserved it. I shouldn’t have said what I said, it was wrong of me and I am the one sorry for teasing you.’
‘Well you know what they say, you tease the ones you love.’ You smirked
‘Yah! That isn’t fair, I said that and you wanted to throw me out your house!’
‘That shows how much I love you.’ You smiled, brushing your lips against his and closing the deal with a sweet simple kiss.
It was nothing but a pressing of your lips in his. There was no movement at all, just the two of you frozen and soaking up each others presences and warmth . He had done a lot to make it up to you and proved that he was dearly sorry and loved you will every ounce of his heart. You felt his thumb stroking your cheek as you pulled apart and looked into his eyes deeply.
‘You are such a tease.’ He said softly.
‘Says the pot to the kettle.’ You shrugged your shoulders, standing up with him in tow. He laughed as he shook his head and lifted you in a tight hug, ‘You are such an idiot sometimes.’
Walking out of buckys room is harder than you thought it’d be. All you want to do is turn back, throw your self in his arms and sleep there . But that’s just not how the cards played out this time .
Did she just- she left . We finally did it , we had mind blowing sex and she just left ? Did she not like it? Pshh there’s no way she didn’t like it, I’m fucking awesome .
Maybe this was only a game to her , but everything else says otherwise . What is her deal ? Ugh. If this is what she wants , then this is how it’ll be . Atleast until I can make her realize just fucking isn’t what I want . I should probably just spit it out and tell her how I feel , but even I know I’m too much a pussy to take that risk. Not until I know for sure how she feels.
The next day
You spent the rest of yesterday locked in your room , you couldn’t handle seeing bucky again just to have him act like nothing happened . Today you have to leave your room though , you have a meeting and then training . Calling Steve and faking sick crossed your mind, but you’re better than that , you’re better than letting someone affect your life like that .
The entire team was at the meeting , apparently all of you need to be present for some big announcement. You’re the last one to arrive , and the only seat is next to Bucky . For fucks sake . You slide into the seat as Tony begins speaking
“ you all met the fantastic four the other night ,correct?” He received various forms of ‘yes ’ from all of you . As you answer , you feel a hand on your thigh, and you immediately recognize it as buckys cold metal hand . Wtf? His finger slide between your thighs, pushing them slightly apart so he can nestle them between your legs. You shoot him a wide eyed look but he keeps his eyes on Tony , his face 100% emotionless . Why the fuck did I wear a skirt ?How is he staying so calm?!
“ well, me and reed agreed that Incase the situation ever should present itself for us to have to fight together , we should all learn the others techniques and skills. So we can work is harmony instead of having absolute chaos trying to work together on a mission.”
As tony speaks buckys fingers lightly brush over your core , making you squirm at the friction on your underwear against your clit . As the other discuss Tony’s decision, bucky only gets bolder . He’s rubbing rough circles into your covered core, but swiftly dips his fingers underneath your panties . You suck in a harsh breathe when he inserts a finger and starts slowly thrusting , while his palm works against your clit . Holy shiiiit, why is he doing this to me . He picks up the pace, and your hand shoots down to grab onto his to try and still it . It doesn’t work how you want , it only encourages him .
“ the others being here means a lot more risk of injuries , and Helen is still out of the country. Y/n you can handle this though right ? In case hot head accidentally burns someone or Ben ends up tossing someone through a wall? ”
“ uh- ye-yeah tony , I can handle it !” You’re tone is a Barely even , but with your advancing orgasm it’s the closest to calm you can get .
“ perfect ! Anymore questions ?”
When no one spoke up, tony dismisses everyone , you rip buckys hand away from you and storm out of the conference room.
“ y/n wait !” He calls after you . You stop dead in your tracks , making him nearly crash into you. After checking to make sure you’re the only two left in the hall , You whirl around and push him until his back hits the wall
“ what do you think you’re doing !? We were in a meeting Bucky! That was totally-”
“ hot ?” He asks with a grin . Your brows furrow in confusion.what is he playing at ?
“ you know , you’re even cuter when you’re angry doll.” He removes your hands as he steps forward , not stopping until your back is against the other wall. Well fuck .
“ I thought I told you this game was over for me , I don’t want to chase you anymore . I just want you doll.”
The way he’s looking at you is odd, his eyes hold a mix of anger , confusion and sincerity all at once . Maybe he does have feelings for me ? Why wouldn’t he just say it then ?
You don’t get the chance to reply , his lips overtaking yours stops any coherent thought in your mind . The kiss is sweet , filled with passion and it’s making your body tingle . Your hands fist in his shirt , pulling him until he’s flush against you. Why does this feel so right ? Why does it feel … so real ? Does he kiss everyone like this ?
He finally backs away for air , your eyes never leaving each other .
“ the fantastic four have arrived and are waiting with the rest of the team for your arrival . Miss y/n you have been requested to be there also , just as a precaution.” FRIDAY announces .
“ c'mon doll. We’ve got work to do .”
Watching the teams fight each other is giving you anxiety . Every time Johnny uses his powers against someone you have to try not to close your eyes , Someone’s going to catch on fire , his aim is messy. Ben managed not to throw anyone through a wall, and reed & sues powers are addicting to watch . One minute she would be infront of Natasha the next , poof, empty air . So cooool . And reed is so … stretchy .
“ what’re you thinking about princess?” When the hell did Johnny get over here?
“ do you think reed is stretchy , everywhere?” you wiggle your eyebrows
“ gross he’s married To my sister dude ! I don’t want think about it !” His have scrunches up in disgust and you can’t control the laugh that escapes you . You hear a loud boom and look up to seem bucky flat on his back with Big orange ben standing over him laughing
“ I didn’t mean to knock you that hard Barnes ! Keep your head in the fight though! ” buckys eyes find yours , jealously& anger clear in his expression .
“ so I take it things didn’t go well with terminator the other night? What a shame . You know I’m still free babe .” Johnnys tone is playful , but you can sense he actually means his offer .
“We - uhm - it went well. Just not exactly how I wanted .” You admit shyly
“ anal?” He questions
You make a fake vomit noise and elbow him “ no you jackass . Gross. I just thought it would be more than sex , ya know? But I was wrong .”
“ by the way he keeps looking over here , I don’t think it’s just sex to him . He looks like he wants to ram me up bens ass . ” at that Johnny raises his hand to wave at bucky, then winks .
“ you’re asking for trouble storm . He probably just doesn’t want to share me .” Makes senses , I don’t want to share him either . Ever . But for entirely different motives
“ I think you two are just misunderstanding-”
“ storm your up against Barnes now !” Tony calls over , oh shit. This is going to be interesting.
Johnny leans over to place a quick kiss to my cheek before skipping over to Bucky on the mats . You watch the two conversing but can’t hear what’s being said .
Fucking storm . Why the hell did he kiss her cheek? And why does he look so
Fucking giddy to fight me ? Prick .
“ you know , she might be blind but I’m not .” He says quiet enough for only me to hear .
“ what the fuck are you talking about ?”
“ you’re infatuated with y/n, not in a ’ I just want to fuck your brains out ’ kinda way. Because if it was you wouldn’t look like you’re planning 200 different ways too kill me when I speak to her . If you have feelings for her tell her , because beautiful girls like don’t wait around forever grandpa . ” with that the starting whistle goes off and we begin sparring , maybe Johnny isn’t that bad .
Thankfully Bucky didn’t kill Johnny , or get set on fire , and no one needed medical attention . Makes my job a hell of a lot easier .
You bolted like a bat out of hell after training , locking myself away in your room before anyone could even try to talk to you . If buckys done with the game, it could mean one of two things :
1.) he has feelings for me .
2.) he just wanted to skip all the foreplay and get right to the fucking .
If he does have feelings for me, why wouldn’t he just straight out say it then ? I mean I didn’t exactly voice mine , but … whatever . I think it’s option #2. Just the sex , which I can’t really complain , it was fan fucking tastic. I’d gladly continue that, but will I be able to do that and keep the feelings at bay? Or will it make it worse ?
Your inner battle gets interrupted by rapid knocks on your door .
“ doll I know you’re in there .”
Your heart jumps at buckys voice , but you hesitate before opening your door . I’m a big girl , why am I acting like a scared baby? You open your door, eyes connecting with the familiar pools of blue .
You don’t speak, instead you inquisitively raise your eyebrows at him . His mouth falls open and snaps closed a few times , and you can see him struggle to get whatever he needs to say out
“ bucky what’s wrong ?”
“ n-nothing’s wrong , I just- uh- ”
You grab his hand and haul him into your room and shut the door behind him.
“ listen , if you don’t wanna.. ya know , repeat the other night again I get it . It’s not an issue-”
“ NO , that’s not - fuck. I’m done with this entire game y/n , I’m not fooling around anymore.”
“ yeah , you mentioned that earlier , but what the hell does that mean Barnes ! ” you snap , you’ve had enough of this . When he doesn’t answer right away you let your annoyance take over
“ it either you either don’t want to have sex with me, want to have sex with me, or you have fuckif feelings for me! So which one is it because I’m not a damn mind reader and I’m sick of trying to diffuse this situation!” You growl .
His eyes widen at your words , but a wide smile plays at his lips too.
He steps closer, making you take a step back for everyone one he takes , until your back hits your door .
“ well doll, I can definitely tell you The first option is out. I can’t wait until I’m between those beautiful thighs again .” His hands land on your thighs , squeezing them as he continues , “ I’ve never had someone feel as good as you sweetheart . The way your pussy clenched around my dick, was absolutely intoxicating . And the way your lips feel against mine , -” his lips brush over yours gently making your breath hitch .
So it is just Sex for him . Your heart falls at the thought .
His fingers gently tilt your face up towards his, he must of seen tour face fall from his words
“You know what makes sex with you so perfect ? The fact that it isn’t emotionless, the fact that my heart leaps out of my chest at even the smallest touch , the tiniest hint of a smile or your beautiful laugh, sends waves of warmth through me . It makes me crave to see your lips curve into that dazzling smile, andto hear your addicting laughter. Everything about you is - breath taking y/n. You made it absolutely impossible not to fall in- ” he pauses quickly “ not to have feelings for you .”
Whoa- what just - did he -
He has one hand cradling your cheek, the other gripping your hip.
I need to answer him , but I- Did you ever get so frightened, that you couldn’t even scream ? Couldn’t even make a sound , the fear just over takes your entire system? Welll apparently shock and pure fucking happiness has that effect too.
His eyes are filled with uncertainty and fear now, you watch as his eyes trail over your face , taking in your deer-in-headlights expression at his confession.
He steps back, his hands leaving your body .
No no NO .
You launch yourself at him before he can take another step , and thank fucking god your bed was close enough to catch the two of you as you topple backwards . You land on top of him , straddling his hips as he looks up at you with confusion .
“ I- you- I thought- ” you stumble through your words , still not fully comprehending buckys confession.
“ doll you don’t have to say anything , I don’t want you make you feel like you have to recipro-”
“ do you ever shut up?” You chuckle , a bright smile dawns on your face , the words you’ve been searching for finally come out ,“ you are an insufferable asswipe Bucky Barnes . ” his face drops , and as he goes to speak you stop him “ I’ve been trying to figure out what the hell has been going on in that mind of yours ; whether you just wanted me as a reliable fuck , or if you actually cared about me like I care about you, I’ve been going fucking nuts! ” You laugh at yourself , the tension finally leaving your body .
“ then why’d you leave ?”
Things shift, Buckys face showing just how your exit affected him the other morning .
“ I may of been a little harsh-”
“ harsh?!? I asked you to stay and you said'fuck no’! That’s a little more than harsh-”
“ I didn’t want to get hurt ! I thought- seeing in your arms , waking up next to you , those are intimate things for me- bucky if this would of been just sex to and I would of stayed that night I would of been wrecked . I couldn’t risk-”
He sits up , with you still on his lap, and cups your face with both his hands ,
“ hey , breathe . I get it , I feel the same way, that’s why I asked you to stay, it was my of kinda trying to get you to realize I wanted more than just sex , y/n I WANT to fall asleep with you, and wake up with your crazy morning hair and bad-”
“ If you say bad breath I swear to God Barnes.”
He chuckles , then pulls your lips to his in a quick , sweet kiss.
“ you know , i never thought falling in love would be this -”
“ you love me? ” you question with a smirk.
His cheeks turned bright red , and he tries to hide his face in your neck but you don’t let him.
“ no way, you’re not hiding from this Buck. I think we’ve had enough communication issues to last a life time . Do you love me ?”
He shyly nods, barely meeting your gaze.
“ you know ,it would of been really awkward if you didn’t . Because I sure as hell love you Bucky Barnes .” There is no doubt in your words, your tone full love and confidence .
His face brightens at your words, and his lips crash into yours, pulling a shocked yelp from you . He smiles into the kiss, while you giggle against his lips. As the kiss heats up, your body moves against his , your hips moving on their own accord as they grind down onto his hardening lap .
The more intense the kiss gets , the faster your hips move , you pull apart to gasp as his hips push up into yours . Bucky takes the chance to suck your bottom lip into his mouth , a moan pouring from you at the feeling.
“ bucky please .” That’s all it took for him to flip you over and shed the clothes from both of you . The second his shirts off , your hands move to trace the lines of muscle across his chest . How is his body so fucking perfect ?
He moves your hands above your head , releasing them so his can roam your bare body . His lips are kissing and sucking down your neck, and you know he’s leaving bruises as he goes . His mouth finally makes it down to your chest , and He pays equal attention to each of your boobs . His mouth sucking and nipping at one , while his hand rolls and tugs at the other nipple . You’re pretty sure you can come undone just from the feeling . You feel a fresh wave of wetness between your thighs , and you rub them together to try and get any friction you can .
His hand grabs onto your thigh, sliding between them to part them.
“ don’t even try it doll , be patient .” He warns , you groan and toss your head back .
“ bucky please , I -oh!” As you speak he plunges two finger into your slick heat .
“ you what doll?” He smugly asks. “God, I love the noises you make, did I make you this wet for y/n? ” cocky bastard
His fingers speed up, the wet smacking noises of his fingers fucking into your pussy adding to the pleasure . You whimper , nodding you head in response to his question . Speaking was not an option right now, coherent thoughts aren’t even possible for you.
You roll your hips down on his fingers as he curls them right against the sensitive spot in you.
His entire body moves down , and his mouth suctions right onto your clit as he finger fucks you. You whimper as your release closes in, right as your on the verge of cuming , his mouth and fingers are gone .
“ you fucking-”
His lips cut you off with a rough kiss, his tongue tangling with yours right away . You both moan into it, and you glide your hand down your body until his hard cock was in your grasp . He groans into your mouth as you start to pump him slowly . You guide him to your entrance, letting him take over when his tip rubs against your dripping pussy . He pushes in slowly , swearing under his breath when he finally bottoms out. He gives you a minute to adjust before pulling back and thrusting roughly back in . You know you both aren’t going to last long , you’re both too wound up. You wind your finger through his hair, tugging him down for a kiss as he pounds into you . His pace is relentless , both of you chasing your releases . As you get closer his hips slow down , instead of smacking into yours , now they are slowing bumping together .
You whimper his name , and he flips the two of you . He has you sitting in his lap , your chest pressing against his as you behind lifting yourself up .
You drop back down onto him , your pace equally as slow as his were . You realize it went from fucking to … well making love . Your hands are on his neck , holding him to you as you passionately kiss him , moaning into his mouth as you ride him .
“ I love you.” You say , your lips hovering over his as your pace begins to pick up a little
“ I love you too doll.” His hands grip your waist a little tighter , allowing him to thrust up into you . You throw your head back at the feeling of him meeting your thrusts and it isn’t long before moans are pouring through the room as both of your orgasms rip through the two of you . You stay on his lap, his softening dick still in you as you blissfully ride out hot highs.
With one last slow kiss, you lift yourself off him and roll to lay beside him. Both of you are on your back , still trying to even your breathing . The only sound in the room is breathing , but it isn’t an awkward silence , but a welcomed one .
A few minutes pass before bucky turns to you , a goofy smile stretching across his lips ,
“ Stay?” He asks , you turn , mirroring his dorky smile .