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Last Night (Jensen X Reader)




WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, suspected cheating

SUMMARY: Vodka and I don’t mix, and they especially don’t help the next morning when I’m trying to remember why I have a naked man in my bed. 

A/N: One more day of WEDIM guys! Where has the month gone! As suggested by my bab @lindsaylove1226 here’s a Jensen x reader. Not really sure how I feel about this one but the idea is there haha I tried okay!


I woke up with a pounding headache and ringing in my ears. Slowly I opened my eyes, flinching at the bright morning light pouring into my bedroom. Wait… this wasn’t my room.

I was confused for a moment then the memories of last night came back. The bar, the vodka, the darts, more vodka and… oh shit.

I turned to my side and saw what I feared most. There in lay completely naked as the day he was born was the most gorgeous man I‘d ever seen. Jake? Jim? Jack? His name had completely erased from my memory. This was going to be awkward.

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A Moment [BTS Scenario]

Anonymous said: Jin and 67 for kink challenge please

Warning: Contains mentions of voyeurism, oral, group sex (Yoongi x Seokjin x Reader) and boning down. Don’t read this if you’re underage. 

Seokjin’s rushed kisses against your lips cause you to giggle, your shoulders reaching up to your ears as you attempt to squirm away from him. He resists your movements, pressing his hips against yours as he pins you to the wall, an amused smirk playing across his lips.

‘Oppa, stop… You’ll wake the others.’ You hum, finally breaking free from him, only to have his hands snap instantly around your waist, pinning your back against his chest with strength.

‘Just let me kiss you, Jagiya… You look so pretty in that dress, I can’t help but want to kiss you.’ He coos, the breath from his words dusting your nose with the scent of the alcohol he’d consumed at dinner. What was meant to be a simple reunion with a few of Seokjin’s friends had turned quickly as soon as the first bottle of soju had appeared, drink after drink filling his head. Any catching up he had done, you were sure he’d be forgetting in the morning. You’d practically had to drag his drunkenness back to his dorm, begging him to keep quiet so as not to wake the other members.

‘I know you Jin… and I know you do not want to just kiss me.’ A giggle slips past your lips again as his hands shift the bulk of your hair away from your neck, exposing the flesh to him. He blows a gale of moist, humid air against it before pressing his lips there, dotting a spark of pleasure on your collarbone.

‘So what if I don’t want to just kiss you, Jagi?,’ He questions, hands slinking lower down your front, bunching the material of your skirt just above your crotch. His hips jut against you, his now evident erection straining through the fabric of his tight jeans. ‘Is that a bad thing?’

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Aaliyah: A Song In Her Heart

September 2, 2001 | By Michele Salcedo (Staff Writer)

Marsh Harbour, Abaco, Bahamas.

Singing, singing. Always singing.

That’s how people who worked with Aaliyah remember her that Saturday, the day she died. Lip-syncing while shooting the video. Singing between takes. Singing on the way to the airport to catch the charter plane for Opa-locka Airport. The schedule had originally called for Aaliyah and her crew to leave Saturday afternoon. But the taping for the video was a bit behind schedule, and the transportation coordinator changed the reservation they had with Sky Limo to pick up 20 people to the next day, Sunday.

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And Long Past Midnight, Chapter 1

TITLE: And Long Past Midnight


RATING: M, sexual content, language.

GENRE(S): Tom Hiddleston/OFC RPF,Romance, Drama

SUMMARY: Syd Martin is structured, organized, and almost always working. When she spends an off-night in a way she usually wouldn’t, in the company of a man that she never dreamed she could, Syd finds that her actions hold consequences long past midnight.  

NOTES/WARNINGS: This started as a oneshot, previously titled Midnight, but the characters wouldn’t let me be. (You’ll want to read the oneshot first, now the prologue, as this picks up right where that left off.) This is definitely a new challenge for me, and I hope you enjoy where this labor of love goes. Any and all feedback is appreciated, encouraged, and veraciously desired. 


Prologue (Previously a oneshot, Midnight)


As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of my small bedroom, I began to consider the very real possibility that I had dreamt the events of the previous night. Or that I had perhaps read it somewhere, and had superimposed myself into the part of the willing ingenue. Last night felt as if it had indeed fallen from the covers of a book, though, perhaps not one of my books, where the heroine is more likely to pluck out her own eyes than debase herself like that. No, rather one of the paperbacks my mother kept tucked between the mattress and the headboard to read as she fell asleep. The ones I would pick up off the floor in the morning and tuck back into place after she’d tossed it from the bed sometime during the night. The ones I sometimes flipped through to see if I could catch a breath of her perfume, only to place back into the box at the bottom of the closet, unsatisfied.

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