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“You know, you don’t have to do this right now. It can wait, if you’re not ready.”

“It’s ok… Thanks for coming with me.”

Docks: Holding Area - in which many feels were had. These two tho, amirite??

how long has it been

Originally posted by iheartgot

pairing: Jon Snow x Reader

summary:  When Y/N and Jon leave each other and their feelings for The Wall and King’s Landing, They go through hell and back, but when they meet back after rumours of their deaths, things start to become tense.

words: 3.1k

part 2

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There they were all 5 Stark children along with Jon Snow were sitting near the skirts of the lush forest along with their loyal companions the Y/L/N children.

Y/N was the Eldest among the 3 siblings, she had flowing h/c locks that went right down to the curves of her bum. Her eyes were as bright s the sky and had a e/c hue to them. She hunted like most of the men and fought like a true warrior on the battlefield. She had near to most of the men of the north grazing over her skills and presence, but it seemed like she had eyes for only one suitor.

Next was Stefan, the proud but shy son of House Y/L/N. He had shaggy golden mops of hair atop of his freckled face, his auburn eyes burned deep into any book he could find and only at 14, he was one of the cleverest and smartest people in the whole of Westeros. Unlike his older sister, Stefan preferred to stay huddled up in a cosy room with the fire crackling instead of learning to wield a sword in the harsh cold.

The youngest child was a little girl with the name of Grayce, though she was small, she had an ever burning energy. Grayce’s wild blonde hair would flow in and out of her mouth as she sprinted around her Mother. She would run with her sister when she went out to hunt for supper that evening and begged her brother to place the books somewhere else and direct his focus onto her ever growing attention.

The Y/L/N and Stark children never left each other’s side. If you saw one House heirs walking down, you find the opposite child pacing next to them. Most of the Time Grayce played with little Rickon and Arya, Stefan stayed close to Bran and Sansa; who he might have something for, While Y/N would constantly play around with Robb and Jon. Out of all of them, Y/N and Jon had the closest relationship, they would spend most nights together sharing secrets and chuckling close to the warm heat of the fire.

The Pair had become quite the friends over the years, Jon had even opened up to her about his heritage, all Y/N would do is look him deep in his dark eyes and simply state that she didn’t think as Jon as The Bastard Of Ned Stark but instead as Jon Snow, A wanting Ranger of the Night’s Watch. Jon would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of Y/N more times than he should’ve. he couldn’t help it though, the way she treated him with nothing but respect and honesty made his cold heart thaw up, even her name sent Jon over the edge in a matter of seconds.

Arya and Bran stood idly by one another in front of the hay archery target, standing right behind them was Jon and Robb has the helped aided the pair to the best of their abilities. Stefan, Sansa, Rickon, and Grayce watched cautiously at the two at a near by tall, old willow tree that offered total shade to the group.

Bran had struggled through the whole process, barely hitting the target once, he hasn’t even hit the board yet, but at least the boy is trying his hardest. Arya, on the other hand, had shot a mere 6 arrows in the centre of the aim.

“Bran, how many times do we have to say this, stop staring at Grayce and Focus boy,” Robb chuckled lowly as he bent down to Bran’s height and placed two firm hands on Bran’s delicate shoulders.

“Where’s Y/N when ya need ‘er,” Jon joked quietly, slightly nudging his brother as he brushed his dark curls out of his eyes.

Suddenly a spotted grey horse came sprinting through the thick trees, though they didn’t get a clear view of the rider, they all instantly recognized the horse as a familiar girl’s trusted stallion; Grey Hoard. The horse turned to face the group of children and revealed the devilish girl holding a handful of squirrels and a beaming smile on her flawless face, sending small vibrations through Jon’s stomach.

Y/N quickly slid off her majestic steed and bounced towards the crowd, still with bright eyes.

“ I brought squirrels,” Y/N laughed as she placed the animals next to her younger brother’s satchel.

“I can see,” Sansa replied in a faulting voice, “remind me why you needed to go out and find yourself a family of squirrels?” she gagged as adverted her eyes up to Y/N’s E/C orbs instead of the carcasses below.

“Supper, dear Sansa,” Y/ smirked widely at the auburn haired girl.

“The mighty Y/N returns,” Robb proclaimed as he bowed towards the giggling girl as she made her way over to the patch of Starks.

“Miss me that much Stark?” Y/N laughed loudly as Bran shot another poorly loosed arrow at a nearby branch.

“Gods Bran, what has your brother been teaching you?” Y/N spoke sarcastically as she strode towards the young lord.

“Only the best archery in the whole of The Seven Kingdoms,” Robb joked as he turned to his brother beside him, Y/N simply scoffed in disagreement before turning her attention to the faulting boy.

“Relax Bran, you’re putting too much stress on your shooting arm,” Y/N spoke softly as her slender fingers danced over Bran’s thin forearm and her face came up next to his, “Use the wind to your favour,”

Bran’s fingers finally let the arrow fly free and it struck straight in the middle of the target. Off near the tree the other cheered and clapped for the boy as Bran took an egotistical bow towards the howling group of children.

“And that’s why you get me to teach you,” Y/N giggled as she ruffled Bran’s straw strands. The whole pack chuckled in amusement and agreement.

“What about me,” Arya whined desperately as she shot another arrow into the middle of the target before turning to face Y/N with big eyes.

“Arya, you’re bloody natural, you require no such training,” Y/N smiled brightly at the young girl as she walked towards the batch of kids, she was just about to place herself net to Rickon when one of her father’s men ran up to her.

“Lady Y/N, your father, and Lord Stark wish to speak with you,” he spoke quietly and harshly.

“Tell them, I’ll speak with them in a moment,” Y/N groaned as she gripped her sword tightly.

“They want you, now,” the man breathed out once again in a distracting voice as he cracked during his sentence. Y/N simply whined and approached Grey Hoard and mounted him.

“Don’t let your brother fuck him up,” Y/N smirked proudly to Jon before she rode off towards the castle and leaving him with a love struck smile, a tight chest and teasing siblings.

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“You wished to speak with me Lord Stark,” Y/N spoke highly as she titled her head towards Eddard as she paced down the long hallway towards The Lord himself.

“Yes, as You know House Stark and House Y/L/N have been loyal allies since the beginning,” Ned started as he placed the familiar firm Stark hand on Y/N femininely clad shoulder.

“We have served you and your house with honour for decades, my lord,” Y/N spoke softly as she looked down at her closed in shoes.

“And you’ll continue to do so,” Ned smiled as she lit up in excitement.

“What are you insisting my lord?” Y/N beamed brightly.

“I’m heading towards King’s Landing, the south is full of vipers that’ll do anything to get what the want, I need someone who has my back all the time,” He warmly spoke to her as Y/N tried her best to compose herself in front of Eddard. “I wouldn’t want anyone else for this,”

“It would be my pleasure to serve House Stark for another generation,” Y/N bowed slowly.

“Wonderful, We set track at noon,” Eddard boomed as he stomped away from her and Y/N simply bounced away, a spring in every step.

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Y/N  was at the gates of Winter fell standing tall and proud as her true fantasy is finally coming to a reality. She was there with her fellow guards, The Lord and Lady Stark abroad two beautiful snowy horse, Sansa and Robb had accompanied the parents on their journey while the other Stark Children stayed behind along with Jon Snow.

“Do you have to go?” Grayce whined as she tugged at her older sister’s uniform softly.

“Yes Grayce, but I’ll be back before you know it,” Y/N smiled weakly as a tear slipped back her long lashes and onto the little girl’s soft cheeks. Grayce clung even harder to her, snaking her tiny arms around Y/N toned thigh squeezing tightly at the skin. Y/N turned to the rest of her family, sure she didn’t feel a lot of comfort from her parents: but they still gave her life, she told them she would write to them as much as they could. Finally, she turned her younger brother, she placed a firm hand on his shoulder and looked deep in her golden irises, “Stefan, I know you may not like what I’m about to say, but you need to learn how to wield a sword,” Y/N told him quietly and sternly.

“Anything,” Stefan spoke softly as he nodded his locks and walked back over to his mother.

It was the time to say her goodbye to her long-time friend and companion, Jon. She felt her heart slowly splitting in two as she saw the brooding man make his way over to her. Her stomach did flips and bounces, as his dark eyes locked with her bright ones. Sure the pair have had their ups and downs and Y/N knew that Jon would just see her as a loyal friend to the end, but they way he swung his sword at his opponents during their training made her knees weak.

“I guess this is goodbye,” Jon spoke weakly as he rubbed the back of his neck and adverted his gaze elsewhere

“You know we’ll meet again once we travel back North after Sansa’s wedding,” Y/N tried to make this whole situation lighter but failed miserably. Tears threatened to spill past her lids but she hid them behind her lashes, although she wanted to profess her love for the Stark bastard before riding off she would disgrace her family’s name by her foolish actions, so she simply kept the fateful words to herself.

“We won’t,” Jon spoke harshly as he peered up at her with his dark eyes but this time they were filled with anguish and suffering.

“What?” Y/N choked out, her E/C orbs fell right into his.

“I’m joining The Night’s Watch, Although I won’t be returning for much of my remaining life, I’ll finally be free of my bastard name,” Jon explained quietly, his orbs searched for anything in Y/N’s ones. Silence and tension filled the air, for the first time in what felt like an eternity Jon finally spoke up, “What do you suppose of that,” Y/N said nothing but instead ran right into his arms, squeezing him tightly as she brought her lips up to his ear.

“Be safe and don’t forget me,” Y/N sobbed quietly into his shoulder as she hugged him for longer than she should’ve, Jon arms had already snaked around her curved waist and brought back the feeling in her lower back.

“Of course and Never,” Jon replied with a small smile, Y/N simply placed her warm lips on Jon’s cold cheek, pressing a small kiss to the area before she walked away and rode away with the rest of them, leaving her feelings behind in Winterfell and with Jon.

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Y/N has escaped another close encounter with guarded men for what felt like the millionth time. She had been on the run since the death of Robb. She felt guilty for his death, if she hadn’t have warned him sooner he would be alive and well, living a wonderful life with his son and wife.

She couldn’t go back home, All of her family were dead, killed right in front of her face. Frey’s men had snuck in, right at midnight at set their home a light, killing all of them, while Y/N was tied up right outside.

Frey’s men had nicked her after the Red Wedding, as she was one of the only people to survive, they tortured her, raped her until she was a heap of blood, sweat, and tears. The memories had etched their way into her mind and would never crawl their way out.

Currently, Y/N had been sitting a comfortable wooden stool and a large pint of Ale, her e/c were gazing out the window, snow falling gracefully against the clear glass, reminding her of the better and more happier times back at Winterfell. Y/N heard a quiet squeak next to her, her orbs danced over to the origin of the sound, to see a small and timid man sitting idly by her.

“So pretty girl,” The man started as he placed his elbow on the splintered table and smirked widely. “Why don’t you give me a smile,” Y/N turned her face to meet his. There sliding down her cheek was a red angry scar, it was irritated and swollen, Y/N wondered how it hadn’t got infected yet. The man flinched back at the sight of the slash and retracted any props to her presence.

“I’ll give you a smile when you get the fuck out of my face,” Y/N sneered and she sipped at her finished Ale.

“How in the hell did you get that?” the man almost shouted, Y/N thought he would start pointing at her sore. She simply rolled her eyes at him and slowly drew her silver sword at him.

“Here want me to show you,” Y/N smirked widely, she pressed the cold metal into his skin almost drawing blood, the man scurried away in fear, she was about to strike him when out the corner of her eye she spotted two much bigger men stand their ground. Although Y/N knew she could take them, she decided to save her energy for a much bigger threat, especially if she was riding north.

Quickly Y/N drew her sword back into its leather holder, threw her payment on the table and stomped out of the Tavern.

“For fuck’s sake, is there not one good place to get some Ale,” Y/N whined as she for what felt like the hundredth time, she mounted her house that she has had for more than 3 years. The Horse softly nudged its head upwards to Y/N, telling her it was hungry.

“Don’t you fret boy, I got you your favourite,” Y/N smiled brightly, she snuck her hand under her thick coat and pulled out a red and ripe apple. Pleased with himself the stallion happily chomped the fruit away from Y/N hand and started trotting in the same pace.

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Though she knew, what she was doing was wrong, but she had to do it. There in all, its glory stood the mighty walls of Winterfell. Y/N had dismounted her house and slowly paced towards the entrance.

She hesitated on whether she should greet her old friends or not. Would they mark her as their brother’s and father’s murderer or not. She had so many concerned that he simply whisked them away and entered the gates.

As soon as Y/N felt the cool normal breeze against her face, a small smile adorned her face as she finally felt safe and welcomed, after 2 long, terrible years he finally had a place to call her own.

Y/N started to address the place a bit closer now, she had noticed, some arrows sticking out the corner of the stone walls, she also saw men laying on the ground wailing for their life. Quickly Y/N raced over to one of them and helped them to sit up. Y/N had helped his drink a special concoction she had traded.

After that Y/N had got back onto her feet and watched the man slowly soft crying for help and started to breathe normal and nod his head towards her for gratification.

Y/N was about to start walking away from the man when a light voice was calling out her name, she had swivelled around to see a young woman with bright red-hair charging towards her. When Y/N caught sight of her cold eyes, she as well started running towards the girl at full speed until they meet one another. The two women embraced each other in a tight hug.

“I thought you died along side my brother,” Sansa sighed into Y/N neck as her delicate hands gripped at Y/N waist.

“I wish I did,” Y/N whined as she pulled away and looked deeply at Sansa’s snow kissed face.

“You did everything you could,” Sansa replied automatically, running her hand across Y/N deep sore. “You must come with me, there is someone you have to see,” Sansa finished as she pulled Y/N wrist and dragged her up the stairs and into a small room. There in the corner was a tall man that was draped in similar fur coats as Sansa, and his dark locks were pulled into a tight bun, immediately signalling Y/N’s stomach to do so many flips that she thought it was slip up into her mouth.

“Jon,” Sansa warm voice filled the air as even his name alone brought tears to her eyes. The man turned around slowly, the sound of the leather against leather made Jon more brooding than the past times she had seen him. 2 years ago she saw him as a shy timid boy, but now he was tall handsome king.

Y/N didn’t waste any time on talking to Jon in between the few seconds of silence but instead, she had sprinted towards him and embraced him in a heartwarming hug, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and his ruggish beard tickling her chin.

After a small minute, his arm had snaked around her waist and brought back the tight grip onto her back and pulled her closer into his torso.

“I missed you,” was all that was flung between the two.

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I Think I Wanna Marry You...(Part 3)

Pairing: Dean X Reader.

Warnings: fluff, mild angst, Dean being a jealous bb

S/P/N- Sister’s Preferred Name.

Word count: 5k O_O

Summary: Dean, trying to get accustomed to Y/N’s family and her life in Boston, finds himself worrying about their very own lives together and what the future holds. Will he manage to find a permanent position in her life, or is it all just a role he must play for these two weeks?

Part 1

Part 2

A/N: I’ve been writing this over a span of two weeks and had initially planned to divide it into two or three parts, but decided against it. I hope you like this.

Tagging: @sassyspn67 , @awkward–jay , @daesunglg​ ,  @hayleynightcore

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Dean prays his nervousness doesn’t show in the weak smile he offers the table of gleaming faces. They all stand as the three of them approach, all with welcoming smiles, all eyes trained on Y/N as she walks to them like a prodigal daughter returning home after so long.

S/P/N goes in for an immediate hug once she’s close enough and engulfs her little sister, squeezing the life out of her. He tries not to chuckle at the way Y/N groans—countless stories about their childhood together, about how close they were and unbreakable bonds and up until today Dean has never once met S/P/N, but he can’t help but find the way she treats her sister amusing.

The grin on her face is wide as she pulls away. “Look at you!” She says, eyes raking up and down Y/N’s face. “You’re so different now, oh my God!”

“Please don’t start with me, we only just got here.” The y/h/c-haired girl replies as she straightens out the creases in her skirt. Before she can even get another word out, her mother is at her side, an ambient smile gracing her face.

“Well, S/P/N’s not wrong.” Her voice is a deep baritone, husky and rich as she gives her daughter a kiss on the cheek then turns to the boys. And that’s when the anxiety comes flooding back.

A queasiness in his stomach, a twitch in his jaw—something basic and miniscule like breathing or blinking, something he does unconsciously, suddenly feels mechanical. Forced. But the elder Winchester masks it with an amiable smile, the corner’s of his eyes scrunching up. Y/N’s mother’s eyes then travel to his own and her face lights up. “Dean…”

“Marilyn…” He smiles.

They hug like their old friends, like this isn’t their third (fourth?) time meeting; that’s the kind of person Y/N’s mom is. Everyone is her friend. Everyone is adored company rather than a burden, and Dean can’t help but feel a bit intimidated by this level of kindness because God, could he pick a leaf.

Her face folds like dough when she simpers. “looking dapper as ever. Sam, don’t think I’ve forgotten you.”

S/P/N cuts in, earning the elder Winchester’s attention. “So you’re the esteemed-Dean, huh?” She asks, brown eyes scrutinizing him; despite being her blood, she looks nothing like Y/N. A few join similarities here courtesy of genetics and maybe some shared habits, but Dean knows Y/N enough that he’d be able to distinguish her if she even had a twin.

“Wow.” S/P/N turns to Y/N with a ribbing smile. “You really know how to pick ‘em.”

“Shut up.” Y/N rolls her eyes, but the pink-tint in her face is undeniable—so she’s nervous, too. Good. Someone has to be, he thinks. Maybe Y/N can take his place in this apprehensive state, salvage him from his feelings.

“The stories I’ve heard about you…” S/P/N says fondly. “Welcome. It’s great to finally meet you.”

“Yeah, likewise. Your sister goes on and on about you.”

“Likewise.”

Dean’s expression then shows hwo taken abck he is at that very moment: his eyes widen a smidge and his brows quirk. Turning to Y/N, he asks, “Does she now?”

The young hunter’s face is a deep red as she shoots her sister a dangerous look, jaw clenched. “Really?”

“What?”

Rolling her eyes, she then links her arm with his. “Come on, Dean. There’s still a ton of more people we have to meet.”She says  as she turns and strings him along with her. They scuttle aside, leaving Sam deeply invested in chatter with Marilyn as they venture into the crowd. Amused, the elder Winchester’s smirk doesn’t leave his face as they move.

He leans in, voice hushed. “So, you talk about me a lot, huh?”

“Shut up, Winchester.”

“That’s not a no.”

“It’s not a yes, either.”

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Y/N then halts to a stop and whips around to face him, face constricted with irritation. Satisfaction floods Dean at the sight; pretending they’re in a relationship doesn’t mean abandoning his liking for razzing the young-girl. If anything, he reasons, it’s a catalyst.

“Dean,…”She warns, her voice as thin as ice. “I’m warning you…I’m not one to shy away from slapping you right in front of all these people?”

“You wouldn’t do that to your boyfriend…”Smirking, he goes to wrap his arms around her waist and pulls Y/N in, tipping his head down to look at her. Her expression then falters for a moment; her face falls and the fire in her eyes fades; but its brief, almost indiscernible, because seconds later her pout resurfaces.

Their bodies are flush together, her nimble waist caged in his hands, and Dean tries so hard to ignore the way the tips of his fingers heat up at the contact.

Instead, he chuckles and loosens his grip. Y/N manages to slip out as she rolls her eyes—even then, her blush is still evident.

“Come on…”She links Dean’s hand in hers, and leads him over to another table crowded with some cousins and aunts. The garden is dotted with various people, all smiling when they see her, all going in for hugs and pecks on the cheeks and all giving such sly smiles when Y/N says that Dean and her are dating. Some congratulate them, some, whom Dean has had the pleasure of meeting before like Y/N’s cousin Garth, hold a teasing glint in their eyes.

They talk to relatives and uncles and eerie aunts who, right in front of Y/N, try to hit on Dean. The garden is buzzing with life from all ends, music floating amongst chatter of guests, people dancing,  and as she talks more and more with old friends and relatives, he can see the young girl gradually unwinding.

Her smile, ever-present and as radiant as star, grows with each second, with each interaction. She’s mirthful. Happy. If that’s the case, Dean wonders, then why was she so reluctant about driving out to Boston? Why had Y/N shown the idea of coming out here such disdain?  The question swims in his mind, but that’s as far as it goes. Dean doesn’t bother asking. That’s not his focus now—his focus now is playing his part and helping her get through these two weeks without any setbacks, and so he allows himself the luxury of sitting back and indulging in the buffet with Y/N. Their earlier hunger returns with a vengeance once they spot the table lined with various foods.

They’re stacking piles of pastries onto their plates, when all of a sudden comes a voice.

“How did you two meet?” Uncle Gary, a burly bull trapped in a man’s body, inquires. He’s got hair as grey as the ash on his cigar, and each time he speaks, the thick mustache atop his lip wiggles like a caterpillar. His wife, Steph, stands by his side, eagerly staring and waiting for a response.

“Uhm..”Dean’s gaze slides to Y/N. She looks back at him, a brief horror flashing on her face. For a few seconds, they panic. Shit.“We met…”

“In the park!”

The elder Winchester, shocked, glances over at his girlfriend. She’s smiling at her uncle, her cool demeanor seamlessly in place. If you look hard enough, you can see the glint of pride in her eyes from just saving their asses.

Uncle Gary’s thick grey brows quirk curiously. “In the park?”

“Yeah…” Y/N affirms. “Well, by the park. I was, uh, walking my dog one morning when all of a sudden this car comes speeding out of nowhere as we’re crossing.” She casts cursory glance at Dean, who tries not to smile, both in appreciation and subtle arrogance.

“Yeah.” He supplements, earning the attention momentarily. It’s kind of funny how synchronal they are—a close call like that, teetering along the line between exposing themselves, but Y/N manages to redeem them, and Dean, like a dancer moving to the tune of her symphony, follows without a beat.

“See, I was on my way to work that morning. I was late, so you can imagine what a rush I was in, right? So there I am, cursing to myself as I speed down the road, one hand on the wheel and the other on my tie, when this fuzzy little poodle—“

“Jack Russell.” She corrects. “ He was a jack Russell.”

Dean raises his finger in benediction.  “Right, Jack Russell. So—all of a sudden, he jumps out onto the road and I’m in shock. “

“Luckily, with quick reflexes like Dean’s, he managed to swerve out of the way. He misses him. ” The young girl plays the role so earnestly, her furrowed brow and weary eyes expression selling her distress. “God, poor Kujo was shaking like a leaf. “

“So, Y/N, pissed as hell, tries waving me down. She’s running after my car until I finally pull over and she comes up to my window, and just starts exploding.” Dean’s eyes widen for emphasis, his hands waving in the air. It’s a known trait of his. Whenever telling story, to try and spice thing up or make them seem much more exciting than they actually are, the elder Winchester will flail around and pull faces, and Y/N won’t admit it, but she find it absolutely adorable.

“She’s going on about calling the cops and road rules and safety, but at that moment all I’m focusing on is how goddamn y/e/c her eyes are.” He explains. He doesn’t notice that, as soon as the words leave him, the young girl’s face flushes red. He goes on, says something more, something that makes Aunt Steph’s face fold and crease like cookie dough as she smiles, and then finishes off with a firm arm around her shoulder.

He gives it a firm squeeze, his eyes crinkled with a smile. “Long story short: I didn’t even show up for work in the end.”

“Wow.” Aunt Steph’s grey eyes go wide like planets. “Unconventional grounds indeed.”

“That story was a rollercoaster from start to finish! Loved it!” Uncle Gary, smile engulfing his face, slaps a friendly hand onto Dean’s shoulder who glances at Y/N.

The pair shares a confided glance, their pride shining in the way they smirk at each other. They’ve pulled it off.  

The elder Winchester offers a proud smile, fighting the urge to turn to his partner, to pull his lips back in a teasing smirk, for the smugness in his eyes to say I told you so, I told you the doggie hit-and-run would sell. Instead, however, he focuses on Uncle Gary telling him about his very own Terrier that nearly got hit by cyclist as she and her aunt wander off to the sidelines.

“Well, well, well…” Someone says from behind them.  Dean instinctively turns; his eyes meet with a pair of deep blue ones staring intently at him, at Y/N, a lopsided grin set onto the stranger’s face. His hair, a deep onyx, cascades down his neck to his shoulders. He’s dressed in a suit, very official, very formal, and it makes the elder Winchester’s stomach turn for a moment.

“Look who it is.” The stranger says.

Dean furrows his brow. “Excuse me?”

“Rick!”

His head snaps in the Y/N’s direction, and his confusions swells even more when he sees the wide grin lacing the young girl’s face.

Her eyes trained on the stranger, she shakes her head slowly. “Oh my God.”

“Missed me?” The stranger smirks at her, then goes in for a hug.

Dean steps aside and out of the way, trying not to bump into the table and almost topples over a tray of croissants. He watches, bewildered, as the two exchange pleasantries. Y/N’s arms are slung around his neck, as she giggles then pulls away.

“Very much.” She smiles at him. “Wow. It’s been so long.”

“Hasn’t it?”

“Dean!”

The elder Winchester, attention grasped, looks to her. She points at the blue-eyed man. “This is Rick—Rick Montoijia! He was my neighbor when I still lived my parents from, like, two houses down. Uhm, rick, this is my boyfriend, Dean.”

“Heya.” Rick stretches his hand out for a shake. Hesitating, Dean eyes it momentarily and then finally accepts the gesture.

“Hi….” His eyes scan the stranger’s face dubiously, his grip firm, trying to assert dominance. And all of a sudden, something has brewed in his chest.

Something hot and vehement in the space below his ribs; an energy, a sense of intimidation. It’s stupid to feel, yes, but Dean can’t help it—his chest floods with a jealousy as he lets go of the other man’s hand.

With an excited smile, Y/N addresses Rick. “What are you doing here? We—I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“S/P/N’s wedding.” He points to Y/N’s sisters standing a few meters away. “Obviously I knew you’d be in town for that. I figured,’ well, when was the last time I saw Y/N L/N?’ and here I am.”

“Here you are.” Dean cuts in.

All eyes shift to him. Y/N peers over Rick’s shoulder, trying to get a better glimpse, and the green-eyed hunter offers a strained smile; one far from genuine, something the young girl is obviously familiar with, because her smile begins to melt away at the sight. Dean doesn’t care. His gaze then shifts to Rick, whose smile is still smeared across his chiseled face.

“Uhm, yeah…”The dark-haired man laughs nervously. “Here I am. So…”His attention averts onto Y/N. “How long are you gonna be in town? We need to catch up.”

“Definitely. I’m here for—“

“We’re here—“

“—for two weeks. Yeah, we’re here for two weeks.” Y/N finishes, voice holding a dangerous edge to it. Dean chooses to ignore it, instead focusing on the way the dark-haired stranger’s face lights up with mirth.

“Wow. That’s great.”

“It really is, Rick. Anyhow, it was great meeting you, but we have to go.”

“What?”

Dean doesn’t give her a chance to object as his hand goes to Y/N’s waist, and he nudges her forward, quickly trying to get away as fast as possible. Luckily, they succeed; standing behind them, Rick offers a weak, awkward goodbye as they move further away. In his chest, dean’s heart thrums rapidly, incessantly.

His jealousy boils like a hot stew, threatening to spill over, and he suffocates it; he’s being irrational. He’s being stupid. That guy is just one of Y/N’s many friends, he reasons. He’s just another familiar face from Boston, a ghost from her past, nothing too serious…

But the call to worry is stronger than reprimand for Dean.

When she notices his stiffness, Y/N turns to look at the elder Winchester. Concern swims in her y/e/c eyes. “You okay?”

Attention grasped, Dean turns to her, finds her imploring eyes set on him. They’re back inside, sitting with Sam and the bride and groom, and the band is playing some variation of Eric Clapton’s Wonderful Tonight.

Trying to stifle his feelings, the elder Winchester regains composure, offering a tight-smile. “Oh, yeah.”

“Sure? You seem…absent. Like something’s bothering you.”

“No, nothing’s wrong.” He lets out a sigh. He tries to steady the quaking in his core, letting his gaze drift across the room. Y/N scoots closer in and rests her head on his shoulder. Her hair tickles his jaw.

“If you say so…”She says with sigh, her breath fanning against his skin. Her body is warm against his, like a tepid lava flowing down his skin, soothing, therapeutic almost.

“Good job back there with nearly killing my dog, by the way. Put on quite the show.”

The elder Winchester laughs. It’s soft and feint but she can feel it in the rumble of his body beneath her head.

“Yeah, well, what can I say—I’m a sucker for theatre.”

“Are you now?”

“Oh yeah, massive fan. Plus, anything to get my story told.” Dean senses it hanging in the air like a string suspended between them, a silent question. It’s quiet for moment.  He then tips his head to glimpse down at her, a smile playing at his lips.

“Say it.”

“I don’t want to.”

“You have to.”

Y/N bites her smile back, a row of her chalky white teeth contrasting the burgundy on her lips, then lets it all bubble out. “Fine! You were right. Your good looks and charm won me over—there, are you happy?”

Dean doesn’t bother to try and mask his smile. “Extremely.”

“What’re you guys talking about?”

His head turns; S/P/N waddles over and pulls out a chair a few seats away, smiling as she sits down. She folds the pleats in her burgundy skirt over.

“Stuff.” Replies Y/N, head still draped against Dean’s shoulder.

“What kinda stuff?”

“Couple stuff. Dean and Y/N stuff. You wouldn’t understand.” She smirks; then Dean pokes her side and she lets out a giggle; it’s a sweet, quiet sound, like the hum of a bird or the wind wisping through the trees, and it makes the pit in the elder Winchester’s stomach from earlier yawn open.

As Y/N speaks with her sister, the elder Winchester feels a flood of melancholy coming on. He can always tell when it’s happening; it’s like watching everything around you happening at a normal pace when all of a sudden things are slowed down, sluggish, delayed. That’s what Dean feels like right now. He loathes it.

The evening is electric and dressed in a celebratory energy. More guests have arrived for the dinner, all pouring in in massive crowds and gaudy sartorial dresses. Dean has to stand when he greets them all, offering an amiable smile, the occasional hug and peck as they all fawn—oh my God, the Dean? Y/N’s Dean?

It gets annoying having to hear everybody so jubilant over meeting him, at a point. They’re excited to be meeting their sister’s boyfriend, their niece’s lover, the man whom she, too, shall bring back here to Boston in a few years to wed. To them, Dean assumes, meeting him is a gateway to another one of this sartorial dinners just a few years ahead.

To him, it’s plain insulting.

Why did he even agree to this? Playing pretend had seemed less tedious in his mind. Doing it now, the elder Winchester is wrought with negative emotions; with jealousies and blind resentments and a bitterness because he shall have anything but this future with Y/N, and God, is he pissed.

“Dean,” She says, pulling him from his reverie. Aunt Steph and good ol’ Gary sit across from them, sipping on some champagne and laughing with Y/N’s parents, and to their left is S/P/N and Japheth. Everyone is laughing and chatting and the air reeks of jubilance, except for the corner where a heavy grey cloud hangs over Dean’s head.

Y/N’s hand is on his as he turns to her, her y/e/c eyes trained intently on his. “What’s wrong?” She pries. He has to say something. Lying would only act as a catalyst for his negative emotions (lying to Y/N, at least). So, instead, Dean heaves a heavy breaths and gathers the feelings in his chest into a single nest.

“Nothing’s wrong.” He says. “I’m just trying to let this all sink in. Your family. It’s pretty overwhelming meeting all the people in your life who mean the world to you.”

“I’m sorry if this isn’t how you planned to spend the next two weeks, Dean.” Y/N’s gaze falters, moving to their hands loosely draped over each other.  

Dean’s eyes follow. He shrugs and, taking her hand in his, slowly links them together absentmindedly. Their fingers fit perfectly, like a key slipping into a lock, like a tight knot, and he tries to ignore it.

“Don’t be, Y/N.” He replies. “Besides—I’m the one who offered this in the first place. I don’t really have the luxury of complaining.”

“Should I give it to you?”

“Keep it.”

“Sure?

When Dean finally looks up, he finds Y/N’s eyes trained on him, her lips pulled back in pleasant smile. In the background, the music slows to a stop as it shifts to the next song. More upbeat, more jazzy and fun. The room’s chatter provides the perfect undertone, but Dean ignores it—all of it, because all he can focus on right now is Y/N.

His Y/N. For tonight, for two weeks.

Whatever.

He’ll take what he can get, even if it’s having the honor of playing her boyfriend for a period of time and then going back to being just her best-friend; to being her Dean and not her Dean.  Going back to a life where she sees their relationship, although intense, as nothing more than a deep friendship.

It’s only been a few hours, but it’s crazy how much can be revealed to you in such a span of time. Dean sees it now—sees Y/N and, even if he didn’t think it possible, even more of her than he already has. He sees Y/N in her element, with her family, with her friends and with a sense of mirth radiating off her…And as great as it is, all it does for him is nudge at the thought that he shall never be part of that.

They mean a lot to each other, he knows that much, but today has made him wonder if he will ever be part of Y/N’s suburban life, whether he’ll breach past their life spent in the bunker and in pages of lore and into that which holds this very idyllic essence.

The thought, daunting and unfortunately saddening, hits the elder Winchester like a ton of bricks. He immediately turns away. He rests his focus on something—anything—that isn’t Y/N smiling at him and causing an uproar in the space behind his heart.

The night simmers on, laced with laughter and chatter and smiles too bright for Dean to bare. He only watches from the sidelines, an observer, a spectator…Y/N is the center of the orbit that is the eclectic crowd. She smiles and the entire room responds with an abundance of simpers; her laugh is a mellifluous symphony overpowering the music, her eyes glint like the stars in the sky and she throws her head back and captivates the attention of everyone in the room. She reels them all in like a magnet, like she’s magic…

And to Dean she is…

She always has been and always will be. She is ethereal and glimmering and inside her is a flame and a tornado and such vehemence that would tear a mere mortal apart, but doesn’t even scratch her skin the slightest.

Y/N is magic and she will always be magic, and Dean knows this. He wishes he didn’t, but he does, and it hurts…Because the hollowness in his chest that comes from watching her so radiant makes him wonder why he said yes to the torture of being just another planet in her orbit in the first place…

~*~

The list is exceedingly long, but what stands out predominantly on the account of things they were meant to discuss before they left home (but didn’t), is the sleeping arrangement.

Standing in their hotel bedroom, the elder Winchester stares at the single bed, at the six fat pillows nested at the head and the vast comforter definitely two huge for two. It’s a lover’s suit; of course the hotel would be expecting customer’s to be doing anything but sleeping in these sheets, but Dean’s case is the exception.

Y/N is in the bathroom getting ready for bed. The sound of the shower running echoes throughout the otherwise silent room and the elder Winchester feels a small welt of nervousness claw at his belly. They’ve shared beds before. This shouldn’t be a big deal…

But…

God, he’s acting like a teenage boy with this. It’s not that hard, Dean tells himself. They can even divide it into two regions if they want, Y/N’s, and then the extremely comfy one with the extra pillow for him. They can sort this out. It doesn’t have to be awkward, eh tries to reason, but something tugs at his gut and tells him otherwise, because Dean feels all sorts of anxious.

Maybe it’s the thought of lying to sleep with her after the mortal sin they’ve just committed throughout the day: fraud. Artifice. Maybe, Dean thinks, it’s the fact that they’ll have to pretend to be together even as they lay to sleep that terrifies him maybe it’s the lover’s suit. He and Y/N are anything but. All the times they’ve slept in the same bed in the past, it’s been in dingy, itchy, sketchy motels, not five stars hotels that probably provide complimentary condoms.

He lifts the thick blanket on the bed and crawls under it, trying to get comfortable. The bed is cloud, embracing him, engulfing him into its form like it’s an amoeba and him its prey. God, this is comfy. Dean’s eyes flutter and he tips his head back in subtle ecstasy.

Right at that moment, the door to the bathroom swings open.

Y/N stomps out in pajama shorts and a towel clasped tightly to her chest, eyes wide as she glimpses around the room. Opening his eyes, Dean then ctaches her gaze.

“Sorry.” She apologizes and points to her beg at the foot of the bed. “I just need my shirt from my suitcase. Don’t look!”

“No promises.” But he doesn’t, instead covering his eyes with one hand. He hears the patter of feet and the rustling of clothes as Y/N retrieves the garment, then rushes back into the bathroom. When she returns, a moment later, this time she’s fully clothed.

“The pressure here is ace.” Y/N says, holding her fingers up in an appropriate gesture as she saunters towards the bed. She hauls her bag off and onto the floor, then climbs up, pushing the blanket aside.

“I can’t remember the last time I took a shower and didn’t want to get out.”

Dean lowers his hand and looks at her; hair wet and clinging to her skin, her face is bare, all the makeup from today washed away into the drain. A few pimples dot the surface of her cheeks and, although feint, there’s a single splatter of freckles just below her jaw line that Dean always finds himself admiring.

“That’s good to know. In other news: the sleeping arrangement. How’s this gonna work?”

“You mean top or bottom?”

“Grow up.”

Y/N’s grin never falters as she laughs. “I don’t really mind, Dean. If it bothers you, you could always take the floor.”

“I never said it bothers me…”

“Does it?”

Her eyes are staring intently into his and he’s trying too damn hard to not get caught up in them. He shouldn’t. the moment is far from appropriate. She’s basically telling him to get out of the bed and spend the night on the floor like a hound, and heaven be damned if Dean is going to let himself focus on anything but defending himself.

So he tips his head back slightly, locks his eyes on hers, and says, “Not at all.”

“Then goodnight, Winchester.” Y/N smiles, before turning the night-light off and wiggling further under the blanket.

Dean mirrors her. He slides beneath it, letting it came up to his chest and closes his eyes. He can feel the steady beat of his heart, the pulse of his blood. Sleep hovers over him like a phantom but never once dares to preside.

Minutes pass and he’s still awake. The elder Winchester fidgets, turning on his side, eyes meeting the bright glare of the moonlight invading the room. He checks his watch on the bedside table. Two am. Still up. His eyelids feel heavy and a yawn pries his mouth open, but Dean can’t sleep, and it’s an insomnia, the worst kind of insomnia, that he’s too familiar with.

He’s dabbled in it in the past; with the mark of cain and in purgatory. When he was demon, when Sam was soulless and when Cas was presumed dead. Dean knows this plague, greets it like an old friend, doesn’t even bother fighting it, but there’s no denying that it’s annoying. He wants rest—needs it. The last thing he needs right now is a visit from this phantom that keeps him up, staring at the blank ceiling.

A few seconds subside when silence is broken by hushed voice.

“Dean ar—you’re awake?” Y/N rolls over, her droopy eyes meeting his.

The elder Winchester nods silently. His eyes burn.

“How come?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? You don’t know why you can’t sleep?”

“That’s what I just said.”

The sheets shift. Y/N props herself up on her elbow, looking at him, her eyes still swimming with sleep. He wonders what woke her, but remains silent as he turns to meet her gaze.

Y/N’s eyes are somber and intently set on him; there’s a weight on her heart for a moment, something that visibly bring out the worry in her gaze. “Nightmares?”

She’s been with him through all of them; all those times mentioned, all those calamites in his life, Y/N has walked through them with Dean. Consequently, she can tell when something’s up. It’s comforting for Dean to know that’s she’s so in sync with him, that they’ve got this visceral connection that alerts her when something’s up, but unfortunately now it’s a bit of a false alarm.

He shakes his head. “No. Just can’t sleep.”

“Oh…” She voices simply and within a moment the solemnity fades. Then comes the sound of the sheets shifting, Y/N sitting up and she turns on the nightlight. The warm light right away glares onto the side of his face. Dean squints, lolling his head to the side.

Y/N’s hair dangles around her face as she looks at him. “Anything I can do to help? Get a glass of water, sing you a lullaby?”

“Rock me to sleep?” He supplements.

She shrugs. “Anything.”

Then, chuckling, elder Winchester turns away and allows his gaze to float back to the ceiling. y/N continues to speak in the background, going on about the day and tomorrow and how everything’s going to go down so that everything turns out as planned. She’s notified Sam already, apparently. Unlike Dean, he won’t have to do much besides be himself and distract Marilyn for the weekend…

But for Dean, Y/N proclaims, it’s going to be a long two weeks: he’s going to have to do a lot more than he’d anticipated; more work, more fraud. For the following days he must wear his disguise as though it is anything but…and the funny thing? Dean knows it’s going to be elementary…

Because they can only get so much closer.

Because they, before today, already spent nights in bed chatting about everything and anything that came to mind; because he already used to walk inches close to her and comb his fingers through her hair and laugh and feel (God, did he feel), and so maybe this is going to be a walk in the park. Maybe it will be easy, Dean thinks—until he’s reminded of earlier at dinner and the gaping hole in his chest.

                                                       ~*~*~

Part 4

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daddyzenpie  asked:

A HC where MC trip and falls onto some random guy, but RFA V Saeran misunderstood, thinking that the guy was trying to do something to MC?? (Imma slut for Jelly Gang)

Dedicated to @masshiro-shiro for her birthday!! (not sure if it’s the right day because timezones x.x) Remember when I asked you weeks ago when your birthday was? nyahaha!! 

I was looking through the requests and thought you’d like this one :3 Sorry, I know it’s not much, but I wanted to do something for a follower (and friend) who’s been so supportive all along >-<

Alsooo thanks Zenny’s lil masochist for the ask~ Have you been a good girl~? Don’t forget, you proposed to me, so you’re mine too! >:0 (But I’m sorry, I think I misread the ask a bit, aaaa)

–R.I.


RFA/Saeran Misunderstands and Gets Jealous

Yoosung

  • You were helping him pick a suit for his friend’s wedding
  • He’d been trying on clothes all day…
  • “I’m getting hungry, MC,” he pouted, his eyes teary as he stared at you with sad puppy eyes
  • You sighed, “I’ll go buy food. You stay here and wait. Let me know if you find something that suits you…”
  • 10 minutes later
  • Yoosung peeked out from the changing room, searching the store for you. Oh! There you were, right at the front… and you were hugging someone?
  • He felt his stomach churn in discomfort (or was it hunger? Lololol)
  • Before he knew it, he found himself between you and the other person, pulling you into his arms. He fastened a glare at the stranger, growling, “Get lost.
  • The stranger turned on their heel, sheer shock in their expression as they sprinted off.
  • “Y-Yoosung… he was only helping me on my feet,” you said, a small laugh escaping your lips.
  • Ohhh. Oops.
  • Red filled his cheeks, and he pushed you away. “I-It’s not like I was jealous or anything!”
  • You only continued to laugh, staring at him adoringly.

Zen

  • Zen had been waiting for this day for so long… YOUR FIRST DATE TOGETHER!!
  • He was pacing nonstop back and forth in front of the movie theatre, his hands stuffed in his pockets to hide his nonstop fidgeting. He’d arrived 10 minutes early, so you wouldn’t have to wait for him (what a gentleman, amirite?)
  • but you were a few minutes late, and his anxiety continued to pulse throughout his body, making him feel more and more nervous
  • Gosh, he wasn’t supposed to feel like this, it’s not like he’d never been on a date before… he had experience. And yet, Zen felt hopelessly anxious at the mere thought of being with you for a whole day
  • He continued to search the crowd for you, not even noticing the stares from surrounding women (and men)
  • His eyes practically lit up when he spotted you, and he raised an arm to wave at you, a huge smile on his face
  • You waved back at him…or so he thought.
  • In the blink of an eye, Zen saw your arms wrap around a man, your figure disappearing behind the stranger. Huh?
  • Had you brought someone along? Wasn’t this supposed to be a date? Maybe that was actually your boyfriend…
  • The thoughts tortured his mind, and his cheeks burned in embarrassment as he remembered how giddy he’d been waving at you, when you weren’t even waving back at him…
  • Feeling heartbroken and humiliated, Zen turned around, unable to watch your exchange with your ‘boyfriend’ any longer. As long as you were happy, he’d let go. He would never interfere with your happiness…
  • “ZEN!!”
  • Your voice rang out to him from a distance, and he turned his head to stare at you, wonder in his eyes. You were running towards him with the sun peeking behind your back, illuminating your figure like you were an angel descending from the heavens.
  • “MC…?” he furrowed his eyebrows, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. Weren’t you with that other guy? He couldn’t see your ‘boyfriend’ anywhere nearby.
  • You were panting as you finally caught up to him, “Z-Zen… Sorry I’m late…”
  • “What about that other guy…?”
  • “What other guy?” You looked at him like he had two heads.
  • He avoided your gaze as his lips curled into a small, dissatisfied frown. “The one you were hugging just now?”
  • “Oh gosh, don’t even talk about it! It was so embarrassing. I-I slipped on a banana peel and tripped on him!” you exclaimed, clearly mortified as you covered your cheeks with the palms of both hands.
  • Zen blinked, a mixture of amusement and relief filling his chest. It felt a lot easier to breathe now…
  • …sorry, that’s a lie.
  • He burst into laughter, finding it absolutely comical that you’d slipped on a banana peel of all things. “Oh g-god, I c-can’t breathe,” he wheezed, tears coming out of his eyes.
  • “HEY! Stop laughing at me!” You pouted, smacking his arm.
  • Well, this had definitely not been a part of his plans for a first date…
  • (Alternate Ending: He stops laughing, his eyes focusing on you. “I’m glad it was only an accident but… the next time you trip, you can only fall into my arms. Got it?”)

Jaehee

  • You’d promised to meet up with her after work, and she was practically prancing down the halls of C&R as she made her way to the front entrance
  • She couldn’t wait to meet you.
  • She almost skidded to a stop when she saw you through the glass doors, embracing someone else
  • The smile had fallen off her face, and she approached you, feeling numb. “MC… I didn’t realize you were bringing someone else,” she commented, staring down the man who you had been touching. Her gaze was cool as ice, filled with irritation.
  • The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and opened his mouth to explain himself, but you immediately pushed him away (frantically, at that)
  • “I bumped into him! There’s nothing going on between us!”
  • (You were desperate for her to know that there was absolutely nothing going on. You couldn’t risk digging yourself deeper into the friendzone than you already were, after all…)
  • “Is… that so,” Jaehee murmured, her gaze softening. She nodded as an apology to the man, then grabbed your hand firmly to lead you away. “Let’s go.”
  • You felt yourself blush. This was the first time she’d boldly taken your hand like this… Usually, you were the one to initiate it…
  • Maybe you should make her jealous more often. Just a little.

Jumin

  • You were returning from the bathroom on a dinner date with Jumin, when you suddenly tripped and fell into the arms of a (handsome) stranger
  • “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you bowed in apology, feeling guilty immediately
  • They shook their head, reassuring you that it was okay. “More importantly… there’s some rice on your face,” they said, reaching out to brush it off your cheek
  • A hand reached in between the two of you, swiftly catching the stranger’s hand
  • You turned your head to face Jumin, who’d restricted them from movement. “J-Jumin?”
  • “Hands off my woman,” Jumin scowled, sending an icy glare at them.
  • The stranger tried to explain, “No, sir, there was some r-“
  • Jumin wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in close to kiss you. “Must I make it more clear? She’s taken. Don’t even think of approaching her. Leave.”
  • When they ended up leaving, you turned to Jumin with a frown (and rosy cheeks.) “Jumin, they were only trying to help wipe this off my cheek…”
  • “I don’t want any man to touch to you except me. Is that so wrong?” He looked down, almost sadly.
  • Aww, crap. You couldn’t deny that look. (But you’d make sure to explain why he couldn’t be so possessive when you returned him later. For now, you let him off the hook.)

Seven

  • Living with Seven meant getting engrossed in watching funny videos, trying out video games and getting dragged into his messy sleep schedule
  • The days would just fly by and you’d hardly notice…
  • No, seriously. You couldn’t even remember which month it was. ಠ_ಠ
  • He’d been on his way back from buying you a (surprise~) gift, hoping to surprise you when he got home. He couldn’t wait!! He just knew you would LOVE his present
  • Oh hey, look, in fact, there you were! Right across the street
  • … with some guy’s arms around you?!
  • Seven sprinted across the street, his eyes zeroing in on the man who was smiling down at you. A car whizzed by him, just barely missing him, but he could care less
  • There was no way he’d stand by while someone else was touching his girlfriend.
  • He took a huge leap and proceeded to jump onto the stranger, kicking him down with both feet. “DEFENDER OF JUSTICE! 707 is here!!” he shouted
  • Poor guy was knocked out. (Seven forgot to hold back on his strength. He was used to attacking people from his previous missions, after all…)
  • “S-Seven… he was only helping me up after I bumped into him,” you explained quickly, eyes wide from the scene that had just played out before you.
  • Upon hearing that, Seven robotically turned his head towards you, “W-wait, what? But I thought he was hugging you…” His eyes mirrored yours, wide with shock.
  • “Still, you didn’t have to hit him with full strength…” you protested softly, although you were smiling. How could you not? It was reassuring that he got jealous, especially since he was usually so joking… it meant that he was serious about you.
  • “Aaah, I wasn’t thinking,” he mumbled, running a hand across his face in embarrassment. (do you ever think??) “I just saw his arms around you and I…”
  • He trailed off, noticing the huge smile on your face, and he couldn’t help but grin. He quirked an eyebrow at you. “Hey, what’s so funny?”
  • You stuck your tongue out at him. “Nothing~ Come on, let’s go before someone reports us for harassment!” you whispered, and grabbed his arm to drag him away.

V

  • He’d decided to surprise you by picking you up at work from Jaehee’s café today…
  • So he sat quietly in the corner, reading a book as he waited for your shift to end
  • A customer walked in, and you greeted them with a—HUG?!
  • V tore his eyes from the page, watching the way your hands were on the other guy (who was smiling pervertedly—in V’s vision, at least)
  • He stood up, walking towards the two of you. “May I ask what’s going on here?” He offered a polite smile to your customer, but it held no warmth whatsoever.
  • Even after hearing the explanation from both sides, V’s smile remained cool until the customer left.
  • “V…?” You stared up at him expectantly, waiting for an explanation. It wasn’t like him to act this way…
  • He blushed, averting his eyes. “I’m sorry. That was childish of me. I just felt a bit jealous that you were in someone else’s arms… even if I know neither of you meant it.”
  • You offered a warm smile, embracing him tightly. “I’ll hug you as many times as you want. You’re the only one I love.”
  • Jaehee coughed from behind the counter, “Sorry to disturb, but, your shift’s not over yet, MC…”
  • sigh. Back to work, then…

Saeran

  • He rarely let you walk off by yourself, to be honest. He liked having you close with him, especially in public. You made him feel safer.
  • But every now and then, he didn’t mind being separated. Like when you were buying ice cream, for example. He watched you contentedly from a bench, anticipating the taste of his ice cream already.
  • He watched as you bumped into someone, and Saeran was at your side as soon as he saw their hand touch yours. He pushed them back, red flashing through his eyes.
  • “Don’t touch MC!” he shouted, staring down at them with his jaw clenched.
  • You tried to explain, “Saeran… they were only trying to help me hold the ice crea—“
  • He wouldn’t hear any of it. Saeran was too caught up in his anger to listen to your words. One of his hands held your shoulder while the other grabbed one of the cones out of your hands and crushed it against the stranger’s shirt. “Fuck off before I fuck you up,” he scowled at them.
  • They sprinted off, terrified by your boyfriend.
  • “Saeran! Calm down, I’m fine!” You tugged at his shirt. After listening to your explanation, he cooled down, and apologized for his outburst of anger.
  • “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again… can I still have some ice cream, though?”

anonymous asked:

How rfa+V react to MC as the dom

HELLLOO EVERYONE MOD SAERAN HERE :D HERE FOR SINFUL SUNDAAAAAAYYYY * HEAVY NSFW* 

Yoosung:
this is for @spankmeyoosung

  • you were tired of vanilla sex… by vanilla I mean the boring missionary style that Yoosung was barely getting use to…. you couldn’t blame the man because he was never inside pussy before and well like he always tell you… your pussy is the ultimate achievement he ever unlocked
  • What yoosung didn’t know about you is that you have tendency to be animalistic…. a tendency to conquer….a need for dominance… you need POOR yoosung to submit his cock and his soul to you… you wants to fuck the life out of him.. you want him to beg for you… to scream your name…. just thinking about it brings chills up your spine… you need to dominate him TONIGHT
  • While he was in class you went to the sex shop and bought the things you needed…. it was going to be his first time being dominated so you didn’t want to scare him off…so you bought handcuffs, vibrators and a gag holder… the night was going to be perfect :’)
  • You went home to set the mood… you cooked his favorite dish and decided to cuddle on the couch… YOU DIDN’T WANT THE MAN TO HAVE A TUMMY ACHE so you waited for him to be ready :) after 3 episodes of YURI on Ice….it was time.. It was TIME TO SHOW YOUR EROS
  • You started to run your hands around his cock…it was soft but not for long “ Yoosung I’m craving you baby…” you continued to rub his cock and you notice his breathing became more heavy… GOOD you love how sensitive he was :’)
  • You moved your body in between his legs and you noticed he was turning red… okay yoosung keep thinking its gonna be a normal blow job :)
  • You unzipped his pants and pulled down his pants with his underwear and his cock sprang open and he was a red mess while you were getting ready to devour your meat…..you slowly went to the tip and started to kiss around the tip and he was getting harder and hard “please baby I can’t handle it no more… please take me” god submitting so easily?? -.- no fun….
  • You told him to sit on the chair and to put his hand behind his back he complied but he was a little worried you handcuffed him and he was like O.O “ Yoosung do you trust me? Do I have your consent of gagging you, near orgasms, whipping and fucking the living brains out of you” he gulped hard but you noticed his cock was growing more… you looked down and smirked cause he was enjoying this “ there will be a safe word…. if you feel uncomfortable or pain just say Stop and I will stop agreed?” He was a blushing mess “ Ye- uh Yes master?” FUCK ME YOOSUNG JESUS CHRIST. YOU SMIRKED AND GOT THE WHIP and glided around his body gently… you noticed he was he was nervous but you tried to go gently at first and then WHIP you whipped his leg and he moaned ????? Okay submissive let’s play
  • You went between his legs and kissed the red area and he shuddered. You then took his cock slowly in his mouth and he was struggling because he wanted to put his hands thru your hair but you wanted to pleasure him because pleasuring him makes your pussy moist.
  • You felt his cock twitch and he was expecting to cum but then you stopped and he was whining while panting “ Baby what the fuck I I need release baby plleeaaasee”
  • You smirked “ SILENCE!! You haven’t earned your release” he was getting impatient he was to pure he was to use to immediate release. “ how do I earn my release master please PLEASE”
  • you straddle his lap and began to grind against his cock….. his cock was being covered in your juices and he was a moaning mess “ you must spank me yoosung. Spank me FUCKING hard. I want your handprint to be on my ass till tomorrow” he wasn’t paying attention so you stopped grinding and BAM another orgasm denial this poor boy was going to cry
  • “FUCK FINE UNCUFF ME AND ILL OBEY MASTER ILL SPANK YOU” and you did just that c: you uncuffed him and you bended over on his lap “ do it not yoosung… SPANK your master” you felt hesitation in his body so you had to yell again “ yoosung SPA-” this boy gave you a little tap…. what kind of spanking is this…. okay time to reassure him “ yoosung I want to feel pain please SPANK me” he gave a little harder tap. You were getting frustrated “ I swear to god I will punish you… you will not come for a whole week enjoy blue balls” you were about to get up and then SLAAAAAPPPP holy fuck that hurt and you loved it “ um more?” “ FUCKING SPANK ME AGAIN YOOSUNG” boy was playing drums with your ass
  • He proceeded to SPANK more and you lived for it. He noticed your juices going down your inner thighs and he had the nerve to wipe it and lick it….you got up and got the vibrator and rubbed it against the side of his cock and you sucked the tip and this man never came so much or so hard in his life
  • He wanted more.

Jaehee

  • you guys had nice sex :’) it was really loving and EVERYTHING. LIKE IT WAS SO FULL OF LOVE AND PASSION. but ….. you wanted to add some spice :’) something to spice up your sex life… you wanted to unleash your inner beast !
  • You told her about how she felt like about her being a submissive and you being a dominant
  • She was a bit hesitant but she was scared because she didn’t know the whole attributions and rules…. JESUS CHRIST her only experience with dominance and submissive is literally 50 shades of grey t-.-t
  • You had to reassure her that it wasn’t going to be like the movie because the movie did a poor representation of BDSM because Christian Grey broke Ana’s trust and everything
  • So you tried to ease her into it. You guys were kissing in the bed and everything and you started to grab her left tit and you caressed her nipple. She let out a small moan because she loved how sensitive you made it. You then left a trail of love bites all the way down to her pants. You looked at her and she gave you a small nod ( consent is always important C: ) you took of her pants and then proceeded to kiss her pussy thru her panties. She was already squirming under your touch. You never done that before and she is fucking living for it.
  • You were thinking….. okay……. slowly but surely dominance…… you pulled her body closer and made her legs rest on your shoulders. Jaehee was like !?!?!?!?. She is waiting for you to take of her panties and get to it. Wtf. I NEED my pussy licked now.
  • But nope. You needed her to NEED you. To feel you. To crave you. You were pushing your face deeper into her panties that you were starting to feel her fat pussy lips spreading. You then start to nibble on the lips and tried to give it a tug. She was growing impatient. She ran her fingers thru your hair and then pushed your head deeper into her pussy. “ Baby…. (y/n) take it OFFFF NOOOOWW”. You were trying to please her but NOOOOOO she wants release right away…. you were gonna teach her a lesson. You removed her legs from your shoulder and got up. She was cussing you out in her mind. You went to the drawer and took two of her toes and a vibrator. You told her if she trust you and she said yes but she was scared. You caressed her head and gave her a forehead kiss. You tied her wrist to the headboard and blindfolded her.
  • You went back to her pussy and continue licking it thru her panties. She was trying to let loose but you tied the tie to tight D:  she was shook. Like what is the pleasure??? What is this??? You then got the vibrator and put it on low and put it around her nipples gently. You put the vibrator on her right nipple and then you started sucking her left one. She was screaming. She was in pure bliss. She was already begging and SCREAMING your name that you had to go quickly to the good part.
  • You went back down and made her get closer to you. You then glided the vibrator down her stomach and you notice her panties was already drenched. You chuckled because you loved how sensitive she was… especially now that her senses are all heighten
  • You then got the vibrator to put it near her pussy. You were going near her thighs and then her inner thighs and you saw her legs ready to shut “ Not today princess “ you made her legs spread even further” you teased her with the vibrator and then you slide the panties to the side and just full force put the vibrator on her clit and you fingered her. She was fucking SCREAMING. SHE WAS SCREAMING that the neighbors were shaking their head. But Jaehee didn’t care. She was about to come
  • You noticed her pussy clenching on your finger and you stopped everything she was furious. But then she felt your fingers touching her lips and she tasted herself. You didn’t let her come for 2 hours. She was dying. When it was about to be the 3rd hour… you finally let her release and she squirted everywhere

SEVEN: *takes place before saving saeran* *quickie*

  • you guys were taking a shower together. It was all romantic and cute because the previous night the both of you had sex. It was full of love and passion. As if he was spilling his heart and soul out to with every stroke and kiss.
  • You guys were suppose to take a quick shower but you thought of why not a quickie. He was washing your back and hair and when he went down to scrub your legs you grabbed his head and forced it to your pussy. He was shook cause this was just suppose to be a quick shower cause y'all had to go. But you didn’t give a fuck. You needed him there and now. You needed to use him to please yourself.
  • You kept grinding on his face and he happily complied because holy shit is she using me as her toy !!?!?!?! You put one of your legs on the shower room wall so he can have better access. You made you come twice and he got up and kissed you. But you weren’t done yet C;
  • He was waiting for you to clean his back and his hair but you had other plans. You grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. You pushed him onto the bed and started to suck him off. He was in fucking heaven. He thanked god he sent the alarm WAY earlier than when he was suppose to. Fuck. You saw his hand trying to grab your wett hair but you stopped sucking and then started sucking on his balls. His cock was twitching. You notice his breathing become heavy. You then got ontop of him and he was so confused like why is everything happening so quickly O: “Baby WE WE don’t have to ru-” you interrupted him by sitting on his cock. He wasn’t use to being man handled like this is not even a quickie D: but he didn’t care because he was honestly getting more hard seeing how you used him like a fucking toy ( kink unlocked )
  • You kept riding and rubbing your clit and he was about to cum because you saw him turning red. You weren’t going to let him cum. Not now. You weren’t there yet. You got up and sat on his legs. You got his cock and put the tip a little but inside you. You then started to rub yourself and you were feeling the heat coming “let me leave evidence that I existed on you “ and fuck he couldn’t take it anymore. Right after you squirted on him he picked you up and slapped your ass and fucked you in the shower.

Zen:

  • it’s been a long day D: your boyfriend STILL hasn’t shown up to the restaurant. You decided to wait an hour more hoping… praying… he will show up soon :(. But right when you were about to leave pist, you got a text from him saying to go to the music music building and you went there pist. You were huffing and puffing till you went to the main stage you saw a rose petal trail to the center of the stage. You continue following the path till you saw your handsome boyfriend sitting on the little dinner set up he did. HOW CAN YOU BE MAD AT HIM NOW. you can’t. He is one smooth mother fucker. You enjoyed dinner together and had an amazing meal… and probably to much wine….  
  • He went backstage and turned on music and you two were dancing. The dance was nice and romantic and you two were kissing. You were rubbing your hands all over his chest and you took off his clothes. He was shook. You didn’t give a fuck. You sat him down on the chair and straddle him and continue kissing him. You started to nibble his neck and he was grabbing your ass hard… like your pussy lips was spreading… HOLY FUCK. you were getting wet and then you looked into his gorgeous blood shot eyes and stared into them. He was staring at your beautiful (e/c) and got lost in them. He was smiling… you were horny. You got up and told him to lay down on the floor. He did what he said because he never seen so much lust in your eyes that turned him on because he knew this was gonna be exciting.
  • You took of your dress and revealed that you had lingerie on. He was getting back up and your eyes pierced thru him “ Be good daddy. If not your gonna get punish.”  He chuckled “ cmon princess you really think you can control me” you went and stood over him and you picked up your high heels and gently push them to his chest to make him lay back down. “ Oh baby can’t you see.. *you slid your panties to the side and exposed your pussy* I always been in charge baby I’m the one that makes you moan.. I’m the one that makes you beg for this pussy” you fixed your panties and smirked and left to the dinner table. You grabbed the other wine and unpopped it “ if you know what’s good for you when I turn around and head back to you.. so expect you to be fully naked. “ you heard clothes being thrown to the ground and you loved how obedient he was being.
  • You gave him a few mins to go back to his original position and you walked back and took of your heels and went to sit on his lap. “Are YOU sure you want more wine princess” you let the wine drip slowly off the bottle onto his chest “ yes I’m sure” you went closer and licked the wine off. You loved the sweetness mixed with the sweat of his skin. You sucked a little harder and he was trying to grab you to take over but you moved his hands away and went in for a kiss but stopped “ you’re gonna be punish if you do one more stunt” he just rolled his eyes and you were thinking that he was gonna pay for that eye roll. You proceed to cover him in wine till you reached his abs. The whole wine bottle was almost done and then you scooted down and went to his cock. You drinked the last bite of wine and then you just pushed his cock into your mouth. He felt you swallow the wine. HOLY MOTHER OF GOD WHAT IS THIS. you continue bobbing your head and he was moaning. He was in pure ecstasy. He was thrusting his hips into your mouth and you stopped. You had enough of him trying to take over.  You went to the candles and blew out the fire. You stood over him and sat down next to him. I’m tired of you being naughty ZEN. Time to get punished. You slapped his stomach and then you slowly dripped candle wax onto his abs and V Line. He was screaming but your notice his cock twitching. He was loving this.
  • You then layed down on your stomach and started to suck him off again. He was losing it. His cock was already twitching inside your mouth. You felt the pre cum forming and you let your tongue lick it up and removed his cock slowly me he saw how there was cum connecting his cock to your mouth. He was begging for you. He needed release. You dripped more candle wax and you saw more pre cumming forming. “ Sit on the chair.” He did what he was told and he sat on his cock and started to ride him. You took off his hair tie and tugged it and you went faster and faster while pulling his hair. He came inside you 10 seconds later.

Jumin:  * listen to 50 shades of grey crazy in love by Beyoncé please”

  • you felt his cock going deeper inside you than ever before “ WHOS YOUR DADDY PRINCESS HUH WHO DOES THIS * He thrusted harder* BELONG TO HUH” you were hanging grabbing the wall for dear life. You were scratching it because this man was fucking you till you saw your brain. He noticed you didn’t respond so he pressed his body to yours even more and your felt the coldness of the wall crawl up your spine. He then bite your shoulder and kept thrusting. You let go of your ass and was only holding you with one hand. Holy fuck this man is gonna kill you. “ he grabbed your face “ speak to when your spoken to princess” he trusted even harder and slapped your tit and he put it in your mouth “ YES MASTER HAN FUCK DADDY ITS YOURS MY PUSSY IS YOURS” you were screaming because you were gonna come. He was sucking on your tits and then he nibbled your nipped. He then grabbed your chin again and made you look into his eyes. You swore you were getting more wet. “ come with me Princess come with me” and he thruster harder and faster. Like how the flying fuck. Fuck. You felt your pussy clench. He then grabbed your hair and pulled it to expose your neck. He started to suck and went faster. You guys came at the same time.
  • *2 days later* you were still sore as fuck. Like you could barely walk. He had scratches, bites, hickies, all over his body. Literally his ear had a bruise. 2 nights ago was the roughest and sexiest sex you two ever had. JESUS Christ you needed another nap. When you woke up you notice Jumin was already home. He was naked… looking like the statue of David. One can even dare to say he was created carefully and precisely just for your legs to fit around his waist. JESUS Christ you did not care that you were sore. You were craving his cock to be inside you. You were craving Jumin Han to be SCREAMING your name. To be begging to be inside your pussy and for his cum to enter your way to your womb. You got up and hugged him from behind. “ I’m surprised you are still able to walk my queen” he chucked and turned around and hugged you. You kissed him and sat him on the bed. “ Jumin do you trust me to try… new things….” he started to laugh “ to try new things !!?!? Kitten we are inventing new positions, new pleasures and even new records!!” You laughed and kissed him “ GOD Jumin im FUCKING in love with you “ Don’t say FUCKING around me princess” he hissed while gently tugging a strand of your hair.  You leaned into him and whispered in his ear “ Let’s try something new daddy please” you backed away and got up and told him to lie down. He complied but there was curiosity in his eyes. You went inside the walk in closet and got the hidden key and opened up the toy room…….;)
  • You got handcuffs, whipps , vibrators, and you put them on the bed. “ should you be the one in my spot princess ?” He said with a matter of fact tone. Cocky bastard. You opened the handcuffs and went closer to him “ nope you are right where I want you to be” you handcuffed him to the bed and smirked. You got the whip and you were touching it and memories came back about how he used it on you and how he made you came with just the whip. You exhaled softly and his eyes were staring at you. You were feeling the hint of the moment and you whipped your tits. You inhaled and let out a small moan escape. You heard him grunt. You needed more. You whiped your self on the tits and one on your ass. You were already marked. You forgot Jumin was there and you were losing yourself in pure ecstasy. You started to pinch your nipples and slapping them. You put your fingers in your mouth and then slowly led them to you pussy. You were imaging Jumin with his firm hands all over your body and SHIT SHIT SHIT.  You snapped back into reality but Jumin thought you were teasing him because his eyes were already fucking you over the table. You smirked trying t play it off and whipped him. He didn’t make a sound. He didn’t even move. What the fuck. You decided to slide the whip past your pussy to collect some of your juices and you passed it through his mouth and you saw a little smile forming. You whipped his stomach again and he tilted his head BACK. You thought he was trying to make you feel better so you hit him harder and he finally let out a moan. You saw his cock become a bit harder if you knew that cock was going to be begging for your pussy.
  • You went to the mini fridge and took out the ice cubes. He was just staring at you and then he saw you with a bucket of ice. Holy fuck. “ Princes. I’m going to punish you so fucking hard after this.” “ Good. But this isn’t about me Mr. Han. And refer to me as Master or you will face consequences for defiance” YOOOOO HIS EYES WERE LIKE O_O you were even surprised like where the fuck did this came from.
  • You put 2 ice cube near his cock 2 on each side of the v line and a trail going down his legs. You got on top of him and put a ice cube on your mouth and you glazed it near his neck. He was gasping. You didn’t care. You love seeing him vulernable. You continue to grace the ice against his shoulder and then you went to the other side and did the same. You kissed him and pushed the melting ice cubes in his mouth. You leaned into his ear and whispered “ you got me… you got me…..” and then you got up and whipped hm again. “ Beg for your master Jumin” and bam you whipped him again and he jerked upwards a little. You knew he wasn’t in pain because his face was started to flush in a light shade of pink.
  • You proceeded to go near his cock and you got the finger vibrator and you were stroking him with it. He was going crazy. He was already moaning. When you decided to put your mouth on him and put the vibrator on his balls he was thrusting his hips up “ FUCK PRINCESSS” you stopped. You got in ice cube and rubbed it around the length of his cock. “ what am I Jumin. What I am”. He was a moaning mess. “ YOURE MY MASTER (Y/N) MY MASTER. YOU GOT LOOKING CRAZY RIGHT NOE FUCK STOPPP. GIVE ME THAT PUSSY PLEASE”
  • *the guards outside were shook. Holy shit a change of pace*
  • “ save me master please….. save me…..”
  • you went ontop of him and looked him into his eyes “ your love got the best of me…. you got me…”
  • and you were fucking riding him. Like the bed was rocking. He was screaming. You put the vibrator to your clit and you were screaming.
  • You then woke up from your nap cause Jumin was shaking you. “Princess are you okay !! He then saw your panties wett… were you dreaming of me baby” you then realized what you needed to do ;). Yes it was a sex dream LOL

V:

  • it’s been 4 whole months since he got his eye surgery. It was a very slow and horrific process for him because when he FINALLY agreed to go to the doctor he was almost fully blind. So the process was going really slow for him :(. He was really sensitive so it was four months without sex. He didn’t really have the energy to masterbate and well you went to the shower and used the shower head. 2 WEEKS past of constant masterbation for you and V actually walked on the shower when you were using the shower head. You gasped and you were embarrassed. He smiled and looked at you “ you are truly beautiful….. I’m glad I got to see what you were doing” how can he sound so romantic when you were doing something nasty??? He is to pure. You guys were taking a shower together and he was looking at every single part of your body. As if he remembering every curve and every line you had. You went closer to him and traced the scars he had because OF THAT FUCKING BITCH.
  • “ My love… uh can we go to the bedroom” awww HE WAS FLUSTERED HOW CUTE. YOU nodded and he led you to the bed. He was expecting you to lie down but you brought him closer to you “ let me be in charge my king” you pushed him gently onto the bed and you heard him grunt. ( YOU WERENT GONNA BLIND FOLD HIM CAUSE THAT SHIT IS RUDE AND AND WEIRD MAN HAS BEEN BLINDFOLDED FOR A LONG TIME)!
  • You were scratching your nails around chest and he was literally staring at the marks you left behind. You scratched harder as if you were trying to mark your territory. You got close to his scar and you just gently rubbed them and kissed him. He sensed your uncertainty that he was feeling guilt. Shit. Our first time wasn’t suppose to be like this. He had to find a way for you to feel comfortable. He grabbed your head gently and guided your way to his lips. His tongue asked for permission to dance with yours and you happily accepted. He broke the kiss and stared into your soul “ please… don’t hold back” YAALLL YAAAAL OKAY OKAY FUCK LOVEY DOVEY LETS GET READY TO RUMMMBLLLEEEEEE
  • Your kissed him again but with more hunger your bit his lip and tugged it. You went to his bench and nibbled on the tender skin and then sucked you sucked your own bites. He was breathing heavily because he wanted to touch you but you keep pinning his hands down. Now this giant can easily flip you over and fucked your pussy tilll you were seeing god but he wanted you to HE in charge he wanted you to be you…
  • Then went to where his heart was and you bit his chest so hard blood was coming out and you even licked the small amount of blood. You were making him yours. You were marking your territory in fear someone would try to get him back. You left bite marks till his V line and you yanked his pants down. Aaaaa you saw his bulge. You started to strike his cock gently through his boxers while your other hand was cupping his balls. His was getting firm and you needed to pleasure yourself as well. So you got on top of him and grinded on his bulge.
  • “ fuuuhhhuukk baby fuck” you kept grinding deeper… faster…. and he was getting harder and harder till your finally felt the tip hitting your clit. You rode him like that and when you saw him about to close his eyes your grabbed his chin “ don’t you ever take your eyes off me… I want you to see how hard you got for me…. how my pussy is gonna fuck you”
  • You guys were forehead to forehead and you looked into his eyes while you keep grinding. It was getting harder for you because you were going to release soon. You grinded faster and you leaned back and finished yourself off. His whole stomach was covered with your cum and you cleaned it up for him with your mouth.
  • You took of his boxers and you slowly went down because you were still sensitive. He felt like he was in heaven. He was staring HOW HIS COCK WAS BEING DEVOURED. You finally grabbed his hands and you grabbed your own breast with his hands and you were riding faster. When he came you got up slowly and he saw how his cum was leaking down your pussy onto his cock. He then flipped you over and fucked you. Hard.

anonymous asked:

Oh my god! I love your writings, you're the main reason I need holy water when reading your fics! You know your iconic Push Over Smut?? C-Can I request Gang Member Jimin...( has me in feels!) like the reader actually gets kidnapped by a rival gang and he goes to save her ? We see a sexy ass fuming jimin with his gang kicking everyone's ass to get his baby back? OH MY GOD IM ON FIRE JUST TYPING THIS

My girl(Jimin’s POV):

“She’s where?!” I asked in frustration, my hands moving to tug through my freshly dyed blonde locks.

“She is with the black knight’s leader sir.” One of my men said nervously on the phone, I could hear how hesitant he was probably in fear that I would fire him. Or worse kill him. It had been a few days since I saw her, she had been gone snatched from me like a dream that I didn’t want to wake up from. Growling low in my throat I asked him again the full situation demanding answers as I pieced it together.

“And how did this happen? Who let it happen?’ I questioned standing up pacing the spot of my grand bedroom, one that felt too empty with the news of my other half being gone.

“S-she went shopping sir, and the mall became too crowded and in a split second she was gone from the view of both men.” The male answered still cautious of what to say. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to not let the anger and rage boom from my voice as I shut my eyes for a moment and slowly opened them.

“Call Yoongi. We need to move out soon.” I said with an icy voice ending the call quickly. I was beyond frustrated in that moment. There were no words to describe how I was feeling. How could they be so careless letting her get that ahead of them that in the split second she was gone.  And not to mention one of my most deadly rivals had her in their possessions. What did they want with her? I had no fucking idea but I knew they would stop at no means to make my life a living hell and I was not about to let that happen with my baby girl.

I moved around changing into straight black, leather pants and a short sleeved black shirt with a studded black leather jacket. White shocks but black combat boots even going so far as to change my studs to black. Tonight, was going to be a messy night and I refused to wear anything that would show the hell I was about to put them through. My anger slowly started to dissipate when I heard the deep voice of my right-hand man outside of the door. Yoongi gave one knock before he was bursting through the door looking at me with disheveled black hair, he was in all black as well a simple button up shirt and loose-fitting jeans. His gun was tucked into his right side, the grip was the only part I could see but I could tell from the fire in his eyes he meant business.

“This shouldn’t have happened.” He stated through clenched teeth. My girl was like a younger sister to Yoongi and he always promised to protect her even if it came down to him giving his own life. I nodded with agreement as I headed towards him embracing him and a simple hand shake before he clapped my back and we started to ascend in to the hallway and descend down the flight of steps that I had.

“I know it shouldn’t have happened and no matter what they have to pay with their lives. The fact that he took something that I loved and he is using her against me. She is mine. All mine and now he is treading on the line of what’s mine and fucking not his or theirs.” I could feel my anger slowly seeping into my body again, my fists clenched my nails digging into my flesh. Yoongi must have felt the air change because soon he was turning to me patting me on the top of my head and I had to bite back a bark of annoyance at him.

“It’ll be fine. We will get her back.” Yoongi promised as we met a few other of my men and we walked towards the car.

It didn’t take us long to get to where we needed to be, the briefing on the events that took place made me more than unhappy and I knew that when this was over all of my staff that was not immediate was fired. It seemed that they were dancing with fire, playing a dangerous game and they had failed to obey my orders and keep my one prized trophy safe. She was my world and everything in between. I had loved her since we were first approaching our high school years. She had been the air I breathed, the purity to my dark and tainted world. And she accepted me, let me in and allowed me to love her to the best of my abilities. I couldn’t ask for more seeing her beautiful face and perfect frame. She was the completed part to my puzzle. We were a true Bonnie and Clyde, I just tried to keep certain things pg13 around her. Walking towards the abandoned gym, Yoongi lifted his foot giving two hard kicks to the door before it was opening slowly revealing the inside of the run-down place. I was the first to enter, following any movement or sound that I thought I could hear. We looked around splitting up and searching for where she could have been. My heart raced, I was scared and that much I could admit. The more we looked for her, the more I panicked. She had to be here. She just had to, I didn’t have time to go around the whole city searching for her. My world was getting scary and starting to seem to small and exposed without her. My world wasn’t complete without her and I needed her beside me right now and it was making me feel a bit uncomfortable with how I couldn’t breathe at the thought of losing her.

“JIMIN!” A loud cry erupted that stopped me in my tracks. I looked around, feeling a drop of cold sweat run down my body as I listened to her cry. Terror gripped me. I can’t even describe the pit that sunk in my stomach. I ran, I didn’t even know where I was going but I ran. Another shout out loud of a broken sob and it vibrated against the walls. I was so confused- I didn’t know which way to go, I was just running wherever my feet were taking me.

“You’re going the wrong way.” Yoongi urged in a harsh tone pulling me towards him before he was pulling me down the hallway in the other direction. We ran together, our feet piercing the ground with quick motions as we got to my baby. The moment we arrived the rest of my men were already there, with one kick to the door it was opening revealing a pair of ten men in the room. All it took was one look of her on the floor with a handkerchief around her neck and hands bound behind her back for me to completely snap. She only had on bra and panties and they look a bit torn. The thought of that fucker putting his hand on my girl repulsed me so much that I lunged forward not thinking of the consequences for my actions. The next moment was a blur, everyone fighting and yelling, a few gun shots sounded off the walls at well.

When I got back to the house I can’t even tell you how we ended up in my bed. All I know was that I hated seeing her so scared and shaken up. I hate that she clung to me so desperately as if she couldn’t trust the outside world. I hated that she was afraid to even come in my house clinging onto Yoongi. He should never have to ask her if she wanted to stay with him for a while.             She shouldn’t have been afraid of my men who I hired to protect her. I wanted to make her forget it all. I wanted her to just be happy, to just be in my arms and feeling safe again. As soon as I got her behind closed doors, I handled a few things making sure that we had trusted guards around the house and the others who let her get kidnapped she had the choice to fire or shoot them. I left it completely up to my doll.

She was beautiful laying under me, bare and naked the fresh shower living up her skin a bit. She smelled of me again, her wet hair pressing against the silk sheets that missed the warmth of her embrace. I leaned down first pressing kisses against her lips, and then lower my mouth went over her collarbones and down her body towards her heat. My tongue delved inside of her tight wet walls missing the place that was home to it and my rock-hard dick. While I feasted on her nectar my hand stroked my own aching shaft. I needed her, I was too impatient to take it slow. Especially with how she cried out my name, her hands tangling into my hair. Her legs squeezing around my head she was so fucking beautiful. Her perky nipples standing taught and hard just wanting more attention that I was eager to give. Kissing up her body I took one of her nipples into my mouth feeding as if I was a new born child. My dick lining up with her soaked entrance, the juices sliding from her pussy onto the sheets. Slowly, I slid into her feeling the warm velvet walls wrap around my shaft and it had been a while since I felt such things. I gripped at her hips, letting my hands trail to hook under her knees and pressing my hands against the mattress I let her have it. Fucking into her hard and fast, jackhammering and drilling my dick into the depths of her warm soft walls. She was so wet, she was so eager to take me, losing herself under me with needy moans and cries of my name. My head tipped back as she dug her nails into my skin, I could feel the tightening of her muscles around my pulsing shaft and I pounded harder, fucking her into the mattress needing to hear my name sound off her lips. Needing to hear how she would become incoherent and a complete mess for me. I loved watching her come undone. One of my hands moved down to her throbbing swollen clit, I knew she needed it tonight. Usually I made her cum untouched but I wanted to heighten her tonight. Shifting my hips, I started to grind into her, making sure she could feel everything my dick had to offer; every vein bump and ridge she needed to remember again. Her breast bounced up and down as I sucked hungrily on her flesh, implanting this image back into my mind as I fucked her with all my might. She was close, that much I could tell. I wanted her to cum, I wanted her to give it all to me once again. I needed it more than anything. With a few more thrusts she was cumming onto my shaft and I was holding her close swallowing all her eager cries with my lips. I made sure to give her a few more strokes, spilling my warm fluids into her pussy. I held her close, my hips becoming an erratic mess as I slowed them down. Riding out our orgasms together I made sure she was sated before I pulled back to lay beside her. Not before watching my cum seep out of her pink pussy, it looked so beautiful, just want I needed to feel better.

Pulling her into my arms I made sure they didn’t lay a finger on her, it didn’t matter anyways I’m sure the ones who were left alive knew better than to come for me and my world again. Playing in her hair I allowed her to drift off to sleep, she would need it for the night I had in store for her anyway.                                                          

anonymous asked:

What about the RFA + Unknown seeing MC's big scar, and she got it because she protected them during a dangerous accident or something??

Oh goodness 
These are gonna be after everyone’s good/after endings so spoilers ^^
Also this is going into how MC got the scars, and it’s in the second person POV, so I trigger warning for getting hurt I suppose? Not sure how to tag that. If there’s anything you want me to tag it as, let me know! 
OKAY so Seven isn’t in this because I’m having a major writers block on his. I intended to go back and add him, but everyone else is done and I hate this ask just sitting in the drafts, as I finished a while ago. So I’ll post this now, and when my brain works right again I’ll add him in. Quick thanks to the other monds for helping me with ideas~!
~Mod L

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You know what kills me every single time? This frame. This frame KILLS me because Erik gets up and sees Christine back in front of him and I swear to god that there is a slight glimmer of hope in his eyes that she came back to him. She came back. And it KILLS ME because after she holds the ring out you can see his hope instantly crushed. And it’s just absolutely heartbreaking

This is awkward

a “we’re exes who got accidentally set up on a blind date, fuck my life” au 
(AO3


“I am going to murder you,” Jyn growled the second Shara Bey answered the phone.

“Honey, you’ve been trying to do that for years,” her work colleague said at once. “C’mon, surely the date’s not going THAT badly?”

She laughed without humour. 

“Yeah, of the millions of people in all of London, you have somehow managed to set me up with my ex from two years ago.”

Shara, far from being the sympathetic best friend she was supposed to be, just burst out into raucous laughter.

“Oh my god,” she spluttered.

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I Hate This (Part II, Ending II) || Jughead Jones x Reader

Show: Riverdale

Request: N/A

Paring(s): Jughead x Betty, Jughead x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Word Count: 1791

Parts: Part IPart II Ending I

Originally posted by aestheticsprouse

Kevin’s POV… (Skip to Veronica’s POV because that’s where it’s actually different from Ending I)

I was beyond pissed. My best friend was sobbing into my lap because of that idiot. What pissed me off wasn’t that she was crying, it was that she was literally the girl almost every guy in the school wanted to date and she wasted her time and energy on an asshole who clearly doesn’t give a fuck about her.

“Come on. We’re going to go for a drive in that car your parents got you and our first stop is going to be at Pop’s. I’ve got a few words I would like to share with him,“ I pulled her up and helped her clean up a bit before we left. When we arrived at Pop’s, I looked at her and asked her stay in the car for a few minutes. I got out of the car and walked inside to see the four people she’s been avoiding sitting in their usual booth, laughing as if nothing was wrong.

“Hey, Kevin!“ I ignored Betty’s cheery voice and walked over ready to deck Jughead.

“What’s wrong, Kev?“ I looked at Veronica right before I got close enough and punched Jughead right in the cheek.

“What the hell?!“ Archie pulled me away as Betty tended to her asshole of a boyfriend.

“You know, Jones, if you were actually a best friend to her and cared about her, you wouldn’t have said anything that you did because some part of you would’ve registered it beforehand. You’re just a fucking prick who never deserved her,“ I didn’t move from the spot Archie pushed my back to.

“If you’re talking about (Y/N), she’s the one who avoided us remember? She has no reason to be upset,“ Betty argued.

“Of course, defend your asshole of a boyfriend. He went to talk to her today and left her crying her eyes out. Unlike any of you, I didn’t let her push me away which is why I’m her best friend. I was there for her whenever she cried because of you. Unlike any of you, I’m not putting up with Jones’s shit just because you’re friends with him,“ I was making a scene and I don’t care at this point. Let me make a scene and call them all out on their shit.

“What are you talking about, Kevin?“ I looked at Veronica standing between me and the rest of them.

“What am I talking about? Did you know, Veronica, that (Y/N) used to have a crush on Jughead and they all made fun of her? Did you know he broke her heart saying that she pretty much had no chance with him?“

“I did not say-“ Jughead tried to cut me off but I beat him to the chase.

“Did you know that Jughead broke her heart again because as much as she hates it, she still likes him? Did you know that he pretty much said that she wasn’t going to be good enough for him?“ I was at staring Jughead, dead in the eyes as I spoke, “I thought you had a stronger friendship than that so I tried to get her to talk to you guys but you ruined whatever friendship existed between not only you and (Y/N), Jones. You also ruined their friendship with her because I know she’s never going to talk to them again. Why? Because you follow close behind. And do you want to know the most fucked up thing about all of this? She still loves you. She’s still going to be there at your disposal and you fucking know it,” I left them all in stunned silence before going back out to the car.

Veronica’s POV…

“Is what he said true?“ I turned to my friends and saw them keep their gazes down, “Answer me. Is it true?“

“It’s true but I never told her that she wasn’t good enough nor did I ever tell her that she had no chance with me. That part wasn’t true,“ Jughead said.

“Then what did you say?”

“Archie told us that she used to have a crush on me. Used to being the key words in that sentence. Well, they started laughing and I said that she and I were better off as best friends and that’s what we should stay as. Which is the truth, she and I have always been better off as best friends than we are anything else. Today, when I went to go to talk to her, I never said that she wasn’t good enough. I lied to her saying that she couldn’t make me happy or calm the screaming in my head,“ I looked at him before letting a scoff fall into the thick air.

“That’s just as bad as saying what Kevin said you did. Do you even feel bad?“

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have let him gift me with that hello. I deserve it. I lost my best friend and the one person who made everything, no matter how painful, feel like it was going to be okay. I never deserved her,“ Jughead got up and walked away with Betty chasing after him.

Jughead’s POV…

“Juggie, wait up,“ I felt Betty tug on my arm so I would turn around but I just kept walking, “Hey, talk to me.“

“What am I supposed to say, Betty? That I’m fine or that it’s okay? I’d be lying if I did. Listen, Betty, you are perfect and amazing and I’m grateful that you chose me but this won’t work,“ I faced her this time as her eyes softened with understanding.

“Jug, you love her. I know you do and I’ve known that you do for a long time. I understand, so go. Get her back,“ Betty smiled at me before she turned me around and gave me a shove.

“Thank you for understanding, Betty. You’re the best,“ I turned around and gave her one last hug before I ran to (Y/N)’s house. Even if she wasn’t there, I was going to wait here until I could talk to her again. I reached the familiar building before walking up and sitting on her porch. Every memory we ever had here was playing in front of my eyes like a movie.

“What are you doing here?“ I looked up to meet Kevin’s hard gaze and see (Y/N) standing behind him with her eyes on the ground.

“I wanted to talk to (Y/N),“ I didn’t look away from her.

“Haven’t you said enough to her?“

“Kev, go inside. I’ll be inside in a few minutes, just let me hear what he has to say,“ I smirked as Kevin walked past me with an unreadable gaze, “Talk.“

“Sit down. This isn’t going to be short,“ I watched her sigh and sit next to me with our shoulders barely touching as if nothing happened between us, “Let me start off by saying what I should’ve said hours ago. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I was being a dick and you never deserved it.“

“It’s whatever,“ I looked up from my lap to face her while she had her head down.

“It’s not whatever. None of this is whatever,“ I sighed and looked forward at the street, “When you first moved here six years ago, you changed my life. The past six years you have been in my life have been way more peaceful than the first ten you weren’t in my life. And it scares me that that’s the impact you’ve had on me. You made everything seem like it was going to be okay and you made my seemingly sardonic life seem more enjoyable.”

“What are you trying to get at, Forsythe?” I winced at the use of my name. She only ever used it when she was mad at me.

“Let me finish and you’ll find out,“ I could hear her sigh and saw, out of the corner of my eye, her gesture hand out in a sign to continue, “When Archie told us that you used to have a crush on me, I was extremely upset at the fact that was past tense and you no longer did. It hurt because I started to develop deeply rooted feeling for the white rose bush that was you. So I played it off as if we were better off as best friends than we were anything else though I so wanted to be more. The years to follow weren’t the easiest either. Every guy pining after the sun-kissed girl who knew how to make everything better.“

“That’s not me, Jughead. You know it isn’t,“ the use of my nickname made my body feel lighter as if a weight three times the Earth’s was lifted from my shoulders.

“Oh but I know it is you, (Y/N/N). You are the ‘it’ girl despite what you think. You’re perfect and it terrifies me because I love you and I’m not good enough for the ground you walk on. Betty made me feel like I was good enough for someone in this world. But it’s you who makes me feel safe in my own skin,“ I finally looked at her to see her looking forward to the street.

“Spoken like a true writer,“ I let out a small laugh while she let a side smile slip onto her features, “But that doesn’t change the fact that I hate this, Jug. You’re with Betty and I don’t stand a chance despite your words.“

“Betty and I broke up. Losing you is more petrifying than anything else and I can’t lose you. I can’t lose the one person who hasn’t given up on me or left,“ she finally looked at me with her (Y/E/C) shining with scared hope and tears. Mostly tears.

“I don’t know, Jug,“ there goes a tear.

“Please, (Y/N), give me one last chance,“ I cupped her face in my hands while I wiped away her tears with my thumb. I smiled when I felt her leaning into my hand.

“Okay,“ it was hushed but I’ll take whatever I can get. I pulled her into a hug as I kissed her hair. She pulled away enough to wipe at her face, “God, I’m a mess,“ she laughed while looking at me with a small smile.

“You’re my mess and by the way, I don’t hate this. Every power couple has to have a story, ya know,“ she rolled her eyes while pushing me slightly.

“I don’t hate this right now, you dork,“ she leaned forward and hugged me again while I wrapped my arms around her.

“How sweet. Now come inside before you get sick. As for you, Jones, I’m watching you,“ we looked back to see Kevin in the doorway before we laughed and got up to go inside.

~Ace~

Dirty Bathwater--Imagine #23

Anonymous said: you should totally write an imagine where your crush wakes you up by neck kisses and then you have a warm bath together. idk you should make it heated. *coughs* its not your babe i swear *coughs*

A/N: I see through your disguise, babe. ;) I see through it! I’m so sorry that you asked for this months ago and I didn’t get around to it ‘til now. Hope you enjoy, dear “not my babe”. ;) <3 


Her eyes were closed, soft puffs of warm air escaping her slightly parted mouth and I felt my chest constrict with the pain that I could never show her how beautiful and precious she was to me. Of course, I told her as often as I could but words felt so weak and actions were still so inadequate in showing her how big my love for her was. 

Her hair was a gorgeous mess, and I smiled to myself as I remembered our passionate coupling last night. Every time with her was just as mind-blowing as the last. 

I shifted myself closer to her sleeping form, in awe of how the first rays of light streaming in through the thin curtains brought out different hues in her hair. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pressed my lips to the part of her neck where her shoulder met her neck. Inhaling her sweet scent, I savored the salty taste of her skin as I lightly flicked my tongue along her tender, soft skin. 

She shifted as I continued my trail of kisses up her neck, each slow enough for me to breathe her in and savor the feel of her skin underneath my lips. 

As I made it to under her jaw, I felt her hand lazily comb through my unruly hair, making me let out a soft moan. She let out a contented sigh in answer and pressed me closer to her in encouragement of my ministrations to her jaw. Lazily, but passionately, I sucked on the line of her jaw, not being able to stop the smile that graced my lips as she let out soft noises of satisfaction. 

Reluctantly, I pulled my lips from her skin, to look into her glazed over gaze, a sleepy, soft smile pulling at the corners of her lips.

“G’morning, love,” I murmured, grinning down at her.

“It sure is,” she replied, running her delicate hands up and down my bare back.

I laid there, half on top of her, staring down into her mesmerizing eyes. Something seemed to dawn on her face after a few moments.

“Last night, I never got to take my bath,” she said, pouting slightly, lightly dragging her fingernails down over my shoulder-blades. 

I shuddered. “Mm, I’m sorry I distracted you,” I gave her a cheeky grin. “On second thought, actually, I’m not sorry at all,” I added. 

She rolled her eyes, but her smile widened. I licked my lips and saw her eyes shift back to mine, a glint of mischief in them. 

“I think I’ll go take it now,” she whispered, slipping out from under my upper body and the sheets. 

I watched her in all her glorious nudity walk away from the bed to the bathroom. I gulped, my eyes dropping to her ass. When she reached the doorway, she turned giving me those fucking bedroom eyes.

“Join me?” she tugged her lip between her teeth. 

“Oh, fuck yes,” I hissed, jumping out of the rumpled bed.

Minutes later we were wet and immersed in sudsy bathwater. My legs bracketed hers, and I gently massaged her back. With a moan, she sunk against me even further, her body slipping down my body gloriously. 

I closed my eyes trying to lock in the sensation of her wet, naked body against mine. Opening them again, I picked up a loofa, soaping it up before raising her left arm in my left as I ran the loofa down it with my right hand. I watched the drops of water drip off her arm, and splash into the water, making it ripple around our bodies. 

She turned her head and leaned it back onto my shoulder to look into my eyes. 

“Something wrong, babe?”

I held back a groan at the way she was looking at me. Eyes hooded, mouth parted just the slightest, eyebrows crinkling with concern. No one had ever made me feel as wanted or cared for as she did. 

“Yeah, actually,” I put on a worried face, my voice rough with need. 

“What is it, c/n?” She asked, turning her body more, her hip now digging into my groin, making me hiss as pleasure shot through me from the friction of her body against mine. 

“You’re not on top of me,” I managed, my tongue heavy in my mouth. 

She looked at my lips once, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. A shy smile lifted the corners of her mouth as she looked back up at me through her long lashes. There was that hint of irresistible sexuality that burned in her eyes right before she took action. 

Using the sides of the tub as help, she twisted her body around. The hot water sloshed around us as she settled her open thighs over mine, resting on my lap. I was completely hard at this point and she knew it. Her heavy-lidded eyes lifted to mine, and she held my gaze as she swiveled her hips over me.

“Mm, sorry, just needed to find the right spot,” she smiled wickedly.

My head fell back as her movements made me involuntarily jerk up to rub up on her. 

“Find the right spot, my ass. We may be in the bath but you’re still playing dirty as fuck,” I hissed out through my lust, forcing my eyes to open so as to take in her beautiful face. 

She simply gave me one of those angelic smiles that would normally make me laugh from how it contrasted with her piercing gaze if I wasn’t under her influence. She was a drug to me, and I craved every part of her. 

She nipped at my bottom lip and I gripped onto her hips, rubbing circles into the soft skin there, pressing her harder over me. She gave into me and started swiveling her hips in a circle over my erection the way she knows drives me insane. The bath water sloshed noisily now, as I hungrily took her lips between mine, our tongues sliding against one another, tasting, savoring, moaning. 

Her wet fingers traced a wet trail of water droplets up my bare back and into the damp hair at the nape of my neck. As our kisses turned even more urgent, and her thrusts over me frantic, her grip on the ends of my hair tightened almost to the point of pain. 

“Shit, goddamnit, y/n,” I growled, moving my lips to her neck, nipping and grazing my teeth down until I bent her backwards so her neck rested on the opposite edge of the tub. 

“C/n,” she whimpered, her legs tightening around me, fingers grasping at me. 

I simply groaned back at her as I watched her hair fall erotically into the water, swirling in the blue-ish water. Her back arched as I cupped my hand to gather water in my palm, letting it poor between the valley of her breasts. 

“I’ve never believed in any god, but when it comes to you it’s all I can do to stop myself from worshiping your body any time I’m around you,” I breathed out, watching how her chest rose and fell frantically. 

“So do it,” she pleaded. 

Her eyes were glazed as I gazed down at her. I pressed a soft kiss to her lips, chuckling when she tried to pull me in for more. Instead, I pulled away, lathering my hands in soap, making it turn into a sudsy thick covering over my palms. 

Slowly, my eyes trying to memorize every detail of her, I trailed a soap covered finger down her collarbone to the middle of her chest. Bringing my other hand up, I smoothed both my palms over her tits and she gasped at the contact. I gave her a grin, as her eyes slid closed. My hands continued their journey down over her waist, swirling the soap over her wet skin. 

“Please–ah–c/n,” she whined. 

“I can’t just leave the soap on you, gotta wash it off you,” I smiled softly, adoration swelling in my chest. 

“Fuck that,” she smirked. 

Before I knew what was happening, she had tugged turned the shower on, letting the spray rain down on us and her body. I watched it wash the soap from her body, mesmerized by how it slid off her body into the water in the tub.

“Now, shut up and fuck me already,” She laughed, pulling me down over her in a searing kiss. 

Journey to Love (aka idk even know what this is)

When Chloe graduated high school everything was finally set. She’d be going to NYU in the fall to do what she loved most in this world: performing.

Chloe was on her way to Tisch as an undergrad student coming from Barden High. She’d be so happy. The only problem?

She was leaving her best friend.


“And we’ll talk every day, okay?” Chloe held onto Beca’s hands as they stood in the redhead’s bedroom, acceptance letters sprawled out onto her bed.

“Of course. We’ll only be a two hour plane ride away,” Beca weakly smiles down at their hands.

“Bec, c’mon. You can’t afford to fly to me every month and neither can I,” Chloe sighed, taking a seat on the edge of her bed.

“I know. I know. God. It’s a twelve hour drive minimum,” Beca spoke angrily, before her gaze turned to longing and love.

They fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments while staring at their feet. Finally Chloe spoke.

“We’ll make this work.”

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look,,,,,,i’m not happy about dean hooking up with that server for many totally justified reasons,,,,,but also,,,,,the dean/me ship really needs a gif of dean all disheveled saying “i’ll talk to you later” for my own personal spank bank

Overwhelmed

(Jughead x Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) breaks down after weeks of holding everything in. Luckily, she has Jughead there to comfort her.

Word Count: 717

Warnings: None

A/N: I’m so sorry I haven’t been writing. I’ve definitely had a bad case of writers block. I’ll try to be better! Anyway, this is for anyone that’s currently under a lot of pressure and needs a little assurance from our favorite crowned character. + SO MUCH FLUFF

Originally posted by bugheadsxchild

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Sk8er Girl CH4 (Trixya)- Squeaky Pink
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Trixya!HS AU. Trixie is a nerdy, girly girl with bows and frills. Katya is a skater chick with scuffed knees and a flazeda attitude. When they’re assigned as lab partners, can they discover chemistry together?

(AN: LAST chapter! We did the angst, hurt, comfort, and fluff. Now - smut! Hope y’all enjoyed the ride)

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C: Some black men make it so hard to be for them because they continue to play games, unconsciously practice colorism, say that they are woke and a good God-fearing man, but literally do the opposite and feel that they can talk to woman any type of way when he doesn’t like the honest truth that she is giving. I’m not judging, just stating facts. For example, if I’m defending my friend by telling this guy to not worry about it, and he had some nerve to say don’t talk to me like that with attitude.

sansaofthehousestark  asked:

Help me I just want some punk! Percy taking care of a sick preppy annabeth and some fluff please help im in desperate need

have some fluff for your needs

Annabeth is not one to complain. She’d rather suffer in silence to her death than let someone think she can’t cope. She will walk in the line of fire with a head cold and will drag herself up the side of a mountain with a broken ankle. Annabeth Chase is hard core, and stubborn, and refuses to give up.

All of which are equally admirable and frustrating qualities to someone who cares about her.

There’s a pep rally bonfire next week for which she has to organise balloons and banners and a damn bonfire to burn to rally a bunch of preps.

“You’re gonna kill yourself over this,” Percy complains for what has to be the hundredth time.

Annabeth shuts her locker with a slam and glares at him. “I’m fine,” she protests, most unconvincingly, he might add, with a blocked nose and sore throat rasping her voice.

“You look like death,” he tells her as they start walking down the hall.

Which was a lie, because Annabeth rarely looks far from perfect. Even with a puffy red nose and chapped lips, she still looks like the model student. Her hair falls in pretty gold ringlets down her back, her jeans, purple blouse, and grey blazer are un-creased even after a whole day at school. She does a great job of making Percy look even scruffier, which is completely unnecessary as Percy can do that well enough on his own.

“Thanks so much,” she mutters.

“Here.” Percy holds out his hands to take her bag and books and she hands them over without protest. “Seriously, Annabeth. Someone else can take over for one freaking pep rally, you don’t have to do everything alone.”

He holds the door open for her and she walks outside. In January, their school campus is tipped with frost, the only trees still with leaves on are the tall snow covered pines. Percy’s bomber jacket keeps most of the cold out but Annabeth shiveres against it, he adjusts her books under his arm and wraps the other one around her shoulders.

“See, this is why you got ill in the first place,” he says.

Annabeth elbows him. “You’re why I got sick! You infected me!”

“Oh, come on! You can’t hold that against me.”

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Mirrors (Part 2)

Request and Song Inspiration: Anon - Can you do a Song-fic with Mirrors by JT and it could be like where the reader gets hurt on a hunt or something? Please and thank you!

Summary: While working a case, Dean can’t shake the feeling that there is something off about the reader.

Word Count: 3100-ish

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, SPN related violence, Angst, semi-original lore (If this might bother you make sure to read the author’s note at the bottom under the tags for more info before you decide - if it doesn’t bother you DO NOT read the author’s note at the bottom first because it is a major SPOILER)

A/N: I can’t thank you guys enough for the amazing response I received on the first part and I really hope this next part turned out okay! Let me know what you think!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“Okay, so House Vic One and House Vic Four were both stepping out on their partners. And…” Dean paused, looking down at the papers in front of him. “And Motel Vic Three was a hooker. That could be something.” He looked up at his younger brother with a hopeful expression on his face.

Sam sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Dean, I don’t think-”

Dean cut him off, standing up abruptly and sending his chair tumbling across the floor.

“It’s been three days Sam, and we have nothing!” He slammed his hands down on the table, not missing the momentary look of shock that crossed his brother’s face. “So unless you have something better to go on don’t you dare try and tell me that I’m reaching!”

Sam shut his laptop, not exactly sure why his brother was letting this case get him so worked up but giving Dean his full attention nonetheless.  “We could sit here all day making up theories, but you know as well as I do that they mean nothing if we can’t find any solid proof to back them. Maybe…” He rubbed his hand over his mouth, looking away for a moment before deciding to continue, “Maybe it’s time to admit that this just isn’t our kind of thing…”

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Perfect-A Josh Dun Imagine

Based off of Ed Sheeran’s song Perfect. Check it out my frens it’s pretty sick. I’ll get on with it. Hope you enjoy.

TW: slight cursing?

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You and Josh had been best friends since you were little. You’ve been attached at the hip ever since he punched the kid that pushed you over and yanked your pigtails in first grade. You went to the same junior high and high school as well, and everywhere you guys went you always got the same question, “Why aren’t you two dating yet?”

At first it always bothered you because you and Josh were best friends and nothing more, and you couldn’t understand why society couldn’t just accept that guys and girls could be friends and nothing more. You were his wingwoman. always helping score dates or kisses with his crushes by talking him up to all the girls or distracting other boys. seduction seemed to be one of your greatest skills, as Josh once mentioned after you would willingly stick your tongue down a guys throat as a distraction. Over time, though, the question bothered you less and less.

Things got harder during college when you went to Ohio State and Josh stayed at home, but you always met up on weekends and days you weren’t stuck with shittons of homework. You were both in the same city, but heading on different paths, but despite that you two were still as close as ever. Soon, however, he got into twenty one pilots, and the friendship went worldwide. It hurt that your best friend was so far away, but whenever he got back in town, you were always the first on his list.

That brings you to now, sitting on Jenna’s couch waiting for the boys to come home while reminiscing about your elementary escapades with Josh while Jenna laughs out of pure entertainment while you retold the story of the previously mentioned make-out distraction which Josh calls ‘the seduction expedition.’ His words not yours.

“So you actually made out with this random dude from your class just so Josh could get some action, really Y/N?”

“We were freshmen, Jen. Would you have rather I strip tease as a distraction?” you laughed at Jenna’s reaction.

“OH gosh no!” She yelled while gasping for breath.

“Could you imagine, Jenna?” you began “little 14 year old me with no tits stripping to help my best friend score?” You both broke into hysterics again only to be interrupted by the doorbell.

“Y/n could you get that I have to grab something to show you.”

“Sure Jen.” You drag yourself off the couch and to the door. Opening the door while shout back at Jenna “Just wait ‘til you hear about Josh falling out of a tree to get a girl’s attention.” You chuckle to yourself turning back to the door. “Oh Tyler. Sorry I was just telling your wife embarrassing stories about our best friend.”

“It’s alright” he chuckles as he pulls you in for a hug. “It’s good to see you again.” You step aside and allow him in.

“Jen it’s for you” you call for Jenna, and she comes bolting down the stairs, and flings herself into her husbands arms. They hug for nearly a minute before they let go, and even then they just stare at each other. Feeling awkward for interrupting you decide to take your leave. “uh, sorry to interrupt this beautifully tearful reunion, but I’ll head out so you two have some alone time.”

“No please, y/n” Tyler begins “I would love to hear all the embarrassing things Josh did before I knew him.”

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“He didn’t?” Tyler giggled at the latest story about yours and Josh’s escapades. 

“He did! He jumped in the 5 degree water because he was trying to impress his crush.” You wheezed while you thought about the look on his face when he jumped in. You smiled to yourself.

“Did it work?” Jenna asked from her spot on Tyler’s lap.

“No that’s the best part. She was so unimpressed.” 

“Did it impress you?” Tyler asked, smirking for a reason unknown to you. 

“A little. I never would’ve done it.” You clutched your stomach, the three of you flailing around with laughter. You were happy with Tyler and Jenna, but you felt a hole because your best friend was missing. 

“You okay y/n?”

“Yeah, Ty. Just missing Josh s’all.” You shrug. “Where is he anyway?” 

“He had a rough couple of nights the past couple of weeks.” Tyler replied. “I’m sure he’s just catching up on sleep. He’ll visit soon.” 

“Is he okay? What happened?” 

“His anxiety spiked, but he’s okay. Calm down y/n”

“I know I’m sorry. I’m just worried about him ‘cause–”

“Cause you’re in love with him.” Tyler finished for you. 

“I-I’m” you stuttered shocked at the accusation. “I’m not in love with Josh. Are you insane?”

“Think about it y/n.” There you sat, thinking about Josh and how he is the only source of light in your life. You think about his smile and his crinkly eyes and his laugh. You think about the times when you hang out together, and how at those times it’s like nothing else matters. You think about all your romantic relationships and how none of them have worked, and you think about the cause and how none of them have made you feel like the way that Josh made you feel.

“Oh my God I’m in love with Josh.”

“Ding ding ding. We have a winner. Tyler you owe me five bucks.” 

“Guys this isn’t a joke! What do I do?” 

“You love him.”

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You go home after a couple of hours with Tyler and Jenna. The revelations taking their toll on you, and as soon as you get home you fall on your couch and fall asleep. 

You wake again, a couple hours later to an incessant and annoying pounding. You check your phone, noting the 3:00 shining back at you. The knocking continues, realizing its the door, you stand, fix your hair, straighten the dress you fell asleep in, and head to the door. “Who the fuck is at my door at 3 in the fucking morning?” you mumble on your way to the door. “What the fuck-Oh Josh?” 

“Y/n!” He grabs you by the waist and pulls you into a hug. Oh how you missed his hugs. “I’ve missed you so much.” 

“I missed you too, Jishy.” You pull back. “What brings you here at this ungodly hour where no one should be standing let alone awake.” You giggle.

“Sorry,y/n. I know its late, or early, or…whatever, but I’m awake and jet-lagged as hell, but most importantly I missed my best friend. Come on, let’s go.” 

“Jish, it’s 3 am. Where could we possibly go? Nothing’s open.”

“I planned a picnic come on.” He smiles that crinkly smile, and your resolve disappears. 

“Alright, Jishy. Let me get my shoes.” You run upstairs to your bathroom to fix your makeup and hair. Grabbing your shoes, you rush downstairs and out the door, locking it behind you, and to Josh’s car. 

“Buckle up, buttercup.”

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You and Josh drive outside of town to a field on the edge of a forest. He pulls out a couple of blankets, a picnic basket, and a small speaker. “Josh this place is beautiful how’d you find it?” He sets a blanket down, and places the basket and speaker down on top of it. Plugging in his phone, he turns on his music turns toward you. 

“I found it a while ago when I needed to sort through some things in my head. I thought it was pretty refreshing.” 

“It wonderful” you said as you stared at the stars. There was little light pollution over the field so you could multitudes of stars, something you always loved to see. 

Josh stared right at you, “It sure is.” 

Unaware of his gaze you turn to the picnic. Slipping off your shoes and taking a seat, you begin to pull out the contents of the basket. “Hey drummer boy, are you gonna join me, or am I going to have to eat this dessert feast by myself?” 

“I’m coming, princess, calm down.” You laugh.

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Josh’s POV

Y/n and I spend the next hour and a half laughing, talking, reminiscing all while stuffing our faces with all different kinds of desserts. Y/n was in the middle of retelling a story about a hobo who she found chasing a rat when the song playing through the speaker caught her attention.

“I found a love for me. 
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead.
Well I found a girl, beautiful and sweet.
I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.”

“Oh my gosh I love this song.” She stood and began to twirl and sway to the music. 

I watched her dance lightly, unable to keep my love for her from showing on my face. Luckily, she didn’t notice. She just danced and danced to the music playing from my phone. “I know. You wouldn’t shut up about it. It’s all you talked about.” I replied. She stopped and stared at me. Her y/e/c eyes met mine, and I felt my heart speed up a little. God, she was beautiful. 

“Dance with me” was all she said. Pulling me to my feet and bringing my hands to her waist, we slowly rocked to the music playing softly from my speaker. 

“’Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling just kiss me slow
Your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you’re holding mine”

“Can I tell you something?” she whispered looking up at me through her eyelashes. She took my breath away. God, why couldn’t I just tell her how in love with her I am. 

“Yeah.” I whispered back. I don’t know why we were whispering, it just felt right, like we didn’t want to ruin whatever moment we were trapped in

“I was with Ty and Jenna earlier, and I realized something” she began  “something that could change everything.” She glanced to our feet, blushing. 

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark
with you between my arms
barefoot on the grass
listening to our favorite song”

“Give me a second this is hard for me.” She let out a breath. “This thing has always been there, you know, and it really didn’t hit me til today…god, I’m a mess.” She let out a breathy laugh, playing with her fingers that were linked on the back of my neck. Why was she nervous. 

“When you said you looked a mess
I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it
Darling, you look perfect tonight”

“Why are you so nervous y/n? It’s just me.” 

“I’m nervous because this could ruin everything!” She stilled,but her hands remained wrapped around my neck. “I’m nervous because this realization changed everything and if I don’t say anything it’ll eat me up inside.” She sighed.  “I’m nervous because we promised that we will always be honest with each other, but this is the only thing that I have ever doubted telling you.” Then quietly, like I wasn’t supposed to hear, “I’m nervous ‘cause I could lose you.”

“Well I found a woman
Stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams 
I hope that someday I’ll share her home” 

“You won’t lose me, y/n.” She looked up, surprised that I had heard her. “Whatever it is it won’t scare me away.” I smiled. “I’m here to stay.” 

“I found a love
to carry more than just my secrets
to carry love, to carry children of our own”

“Okay here it goes.” Her eyes met mine, once again taking my breath, and all my coherent thoughts, away. “I’m in love with you, Josh Dun. I’ve been in love with you for years. I’ve been in love with you for so long that I can’t even remember when it began, and I know you don’t feel the same, and I’m sorry if this makes our friendship weird, but I’m so in love with you it takes my breath away, and I don’t want to be anywhere else when I’m with you.” 

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Your POV

There was a pause. You held your breath waiting for any reaction from Josh. Still there was silence, so you unlatched your finger from Josh’s neck. “I’i m sorry I-I” You pulled away, readying yourself to run. This was a huge mistake. But you suddenly find yourself pulled against Josh’s chest with strong hands holding you still and Josh’s lips moving against yours. Bliss.

“We are still kids, but we’re so in love
fighting against all odds 
I know that we’ll be alright this time
Darling just hold my hand 
Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes”

Josh smiled that Cheshire cat-like grin. “I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” Relief flooded your face and you laughed. 

“Me too, Jishy. Me too.” You pulled him against you again. Chests meeting chests, lips meeting lips. Hearts meeting hearts. 

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark
with you between my arms
barefoot on the grass
Listening to our favorite song
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful
I don’t deserve this 
Darling, you look perfect tonight”

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Josh laughed looking at you like you tend to look at the stars. 

“Because we’re idiots.” You leaned against Josh, burying your face in his neck. He kissed your hair. 

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” 

“And I’m yours.” You smiled. Your lips meet Josh’s once again.

“Now that I’m allowed to do that I don’t want to stop.” Josh kissed all over your face.

“Me either.” 

“I love you so much, y/n.”

“I love you too, Jishy.”

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark
With you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass
Listening to our favorite song
I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect
No, I don’t deserve this
You look perfect tonight”

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