lift your chin

between the devil & the deep blue sea (m)

cr. 

Words: 28,455. (rip)

Genre: Pirate Jimin au + smut, fluff, angst.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader.

Summary: “No matter the endeavour you were on, no matter the storms you encountered on rocky seas, or the possible threat of encountering blood-thirsty pirates, no one intrigued you or intimidated you more than the thought of him, of Park Jimin, the most notorious of pirates, the most brutal of men, the devil incarnate.”

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Open To Interpretation: Negan x Reader

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

A/N: Ya’ll. I’m so fuckin’ swamped in responsibility. I feel a lil guilty about coming back with something non-Rami but fuck it. Some other things I wanna say: Send me anything. Send me asks. I wanna answer you guys’ questions. Be nosy as hell. Also, I have something you might be interested in coming up after my birthday which is in like 2 weeks. Please feel free to request more Negan stuff, I’m branching out bitches.

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Warnings: Inappropriate teacher/student relationship (student is of legal age in the US and UK), smut, the usual. Also, I wrote the character a little more like myself bc I feel like I keep writing the same kind of reader and its getting tedious. Hit my inbox if this is you af. ALSO HIT MY INBOX IF YOU’VE EVER HAD ANY KIND OF TEACHER/STUDENT RELATIONSHIP? SPILL THE TEA I’M NOSY.

Word count: 4448  


“Preserving innocent life, orderly living in society, worshipping god, educating children, and reproducing.” His deep, gravelly voice fills the lecture hall. All his students are enraptured, a rare thing for many teachers. He pauses before continuing. “What are the issues with these precepts that Aquinas put forward?”

You bite your lip anxiously. Answering questions in class isn’t an issue for you, in fact your teachers often tell you to give the other students a chance, but your Philosophy and Ethics professor makes you somewhat nervous. Tall, late forties, gorgeous black beard with silver streaks and piercing hazel eyes. The recipe for a crippling medley of anxiety and attraction.

Despite this, impressing him and getting your grade is often the reason you manage to pluck up the courage to respond to his queries, his opinion of you is something you are very conscious of. You glance around the room to see no one has raised their hand. You decide to take one for the team, slowly lifting your arm from the desk.

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Cleanse

Bucky x reader

Notes: WARNING! physical abuse, threats, protective Bucky, fluff. 

A/N: I found this little thing hanging around on my phone. It’s a little dark, but fluffy too. 

Originally posted by wintersthighs

1 new text message from Y/N, 10:23 PM:

‘Bucky, can you please come over?’

Bucky checked his phone when he heard the familiar sound of an incoming message. His brow furrowed at the sight.

“Gotta go” he mumbled hurriedly, and jumped up, grabbing his coat as he ran out the door to the elevator.

“Hey! Where are you goin’? Thought we were going out!” Sam yelled after him; but the elevator doors already closed.

“Don’t take it personally, Sam. It’s probably Y/N” Steve quipped with a smirk.

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Run To You: Part Three

Originally posted by bigbadroman

Originally posted by mistress-gif

Part One   ♔   Part Two

Word Count: 3,544

Pairing: Billy x Reader

Warnings: SMUT 💦, swearing, mentions of abuse/violence

Disclaimer: I do not condone Billy’s behaviour or views on the show, nor do I intend to romanticise racism or abuse.

Authors Note: I got a bit carried away on this one lmao. Hope you all like it! Let me know! I’m also accepting requests for Stranger Things. To everyone that has read the previous parts and sent me messages, thank you so much! Your support means the world to me. Also so many thanks to @juiceboxxortiz for reading through and checking it even though you don’t watch Stranger Things. You are the best 💕💕💕

Tagged For: @pinklux -  @fabulouskilljoyonpatrol

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BTS Reaction to You Flinching During an Argument

Requested by Anonymous, “bts reacts to you flinching? ive seen this one a lot but i want to know how my favorite writer will have this down ((:”


Jin ➳ He didn’t mean it at all, the words slipping from his lips and his tone maximizing as each second passed by wasn’t what he had intended to happen, and especially when you clenched your eyes shut as he had hastily grabbed onto your shoulder — he instantly felt despair wash him over as his limb was quickly retracted. “No, no, no” he quickly said, eyes painted in a thin layer of mist as he gulped, “I could never bring you physical pain, you believe me, yeah?”

You didn’t respond, looking away as you bit your lip whilst sniffling; and when his hand reached up slowly above your frame, it froze, wondering if the moment he decided to lay a finger on you, your image would disappear like the ripples erupting inside the sea.

Originally posted by akaishinkirou


Suga ➳ He was cold, black wispy bangs covering his obsidian orbs like a sheer curtain, but, you could still see the gems gleaming in lividity as his impassive tone was soon laced with a ferocious growl, and even though he had only threw his hand up in the air to point towards the direction the man that had confessed to you had walked down after trying to kiss you inside your own home, you stagger in fear of being hit by the swinging arm — soon landing on your bottom as you let out a weak cry.

“Babe, I'm–” but he stopped, only staring to you in remorse as he believed it wasn’t his place to apologize, wondering how he could have let the argument go so far to the point that you believed he could hurt you.

Originally posted by yoongiyi


J-Hope ➳ It was just a teeny fragment that had chipped from his heart the moment a teardrop of translucent crystals had slithered a trail down your skin, but when you had brought up both arms to hug your face when he had only took a step forward; his heart blasted, immediately causing the man to burst into silent tears. Using the sleeve of his shirt, he wiped the tears away because he knew he didn’t deserve to cry or try to explain himself, yet, his emotions still spoke for him.

“Do you really think that little of me?” He cracked out, reaching over hesitantly as he pulled you into his chest, his other hand lifting your chin up to lock eyes with him, “never will I hurt the one I love, (y/n), never.”

Originally posted by d-boy93


RapMonster“Please!” He yelled, turning to you in a frenzy as you stood at the door with an expression slowly morphing into sadness, “just get out!”

He didn’t know what had overcame him, he didn’t even realize when he had abruptly got up from his revolving chair just to charge towards you and before he could softly push you out from the bedroom, you had squeaked as you nearly toppled over your own footing as he quickly grasped your arm, apologizing to Namjoon in fear that he would hurt you and he knew it. He was heartbroken, letting go of you in the speed of light as he knew he couldn’t trust his own self, slapping his cheeks with his hands to calm his feelings down.

“I would never lay a finger on you,” he muttered, “the day I do, I’d be way past dead.”

Originally posted by just-namjooned


Jimin ➳ It was just a small, stupid argument over something so innocent, yet, he had let his jealousy get the better of him. He wasn’t yelling, only laughing sadistically as he looked to the floor with his fingers softly tapping the marble kitchen table and a small smirk adorning his features which scared you to bits. His kind demeanor was nowhere in sight, and when his head snapped towards your build with his fist slamming against the table and making you yelp — his eyes widened once your back stumbled into the wall just to get away from him.

“I’m sorry.” His whispered, quickly walking away because he knew he was in the wrong, and he also knew he didn’t want to see the expression you made ever again because that was enough to nearly burst his heart in pain and regret.

Originally posted by jinmini


V ➳ He saw the tears trickling down your skin, he noticed the way your pupils blasted with terror but he didn’t care, his anger painted him in colors so morbid that the moment he took a step closer to you, you couldn’t help but raise your arms up in defense as you flinched away. It was in a matter of seconds that the lone gesture had him apologizing immediately, quickly walking away from you to cool down and try to erase the image that would soon haunt him in his dreams.

“I love you, you know that, right?” He whispered into the spacey room later that night, slowly pulling you into his chest. Digging his face into your neck, he pressed a soft kiss as he waited for you to slowly fall into slumber.


Jungkook ➳ He was boiling with rage, his anger threatening to scald you as your yelling only further cackled the fire simmering the large pot of water that was slowly evaporating into thin air. Here he was slamming his fists onto the table, against the walls and once he stepped towards your frame as his hand reached for your shoulders — you flinched, squeezing your eyes shut as a tear slid down your cheek.

Jungkook froze, previous emotions flying from his mind as his heart began to shatter in many pieces, quickly pulling you into a hug and running a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry,” he said, and although you could only laugh at the situation, his arms tightened around you, “I would never hurt you, please, believe me..”

Originally posted by kookiesforjimin


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Pretend | Park Chanyeol

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Royalty AU | Arranged Marriage AU | Slight Angst 

Summary: You’re unsure but hopeful about your arranged marriage to the handsome Prince Chanyeol of the neighboring kingdom. But you’re in for an unpleasant surprise when you find out he’s in love with someone else, and completely despises the idea of being married to you. 

Word Count : About 5.5k (i don’t know how this got so long)


A/N: I was originally considering making this a series because it’s so long, but I think it works as a super-long oneshot? I do hope you enjoy this, it’s probably the most ambitious thing I’ve attempted to write :) 


“Are you ready, your Highness?”

“I will be in just a minute!” you said, as your lady-in-waiting, Lily, gently placed the delicate tiara on your carefully styled up hair. You took a deep breath and stared at your reflection in the mirror.

“You look absolutely radiant, Princess,” she said, smiling. “I’m sure Prince Chanyeol will be swept off his feet with one look at you.”

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The Morning After.

Marauders Era

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Reader || Sirius Black x Reader || Remus Lupin x Reader ||  Lily Evans x Reader || Severus Snape x Reader .

Warning: Somewhat sexually themed altho not explicitly described.

A/N: I knew that these are more than 3 characters (as stated in the rules) , but I wrote these on my own according so … Ima break my own rules. That doesn’t mean you should, but just a a note, because I probably will do this again in the future. 

Also I tried to keep the reader gender neutral, I hope I justified that idea. 

Please let me know what you all think!

Anyways Enjoy!


Loves,


- Admin Blue

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Soft

Harry X Reader: Smut

In which Harry loves your boobs and hates when you sleep.

Request? Yes:

Omg please write something about harry and his missus boobs I’m dying for it


Harry has been in a mood since the moment he woke up, hands roaming your body under the sheets, cupping the underneath of your breasts, lips sponging over the back of your neck. He woke you up with his feely touches, much to your annoyance.

“Harry, leave me alone,” you mumbled, rolling away from him. The two of you were out late last night and had a long day ahead of you. You needed all the shut eye you could get.

“Jus’ wan’ some cuddles, love,” he complained with a tired whine, fingers snaking over your hip in an effort to pull you back to him.

“No, you don’t. Let me sleep.” You had to shove his hands away twice more before he finally relented, climbing out of bed to get ready for the day. You were thankful for the peace, but no matter how hard you tried, there was no getting back to sleep.

Now, here you are, yawning through the doorway after a busy schedule of meetings and catch-ups, toeing off your shoes in the entryway. Your feet lead you to the couch where you collapse onto your back, eyes resting closed. A wave of relieved bliss washes over you until it’s broken once more.

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Devotion

Jasper Hale imagine requested by anon. “hi! could you do a jasper fic where the cullens all leave for a hunting trip to lo-key give jaz and y/n some alone time in the house? like theyve been dating for months and jasper and y/n make love for the first time and shes super nervous because shes a virgin and its super tender and sweet? thanks!” Hope you like it!

WARNING: SMUT

Your parents were under the assumption that you and your boyfriend’s twin sister were spending the weekend in her adopted parents’ home while the Cullen boys went camping on Mt. Rainier; as innocent a gathering as could be expected. In their eyes, there was absolutely nothing to be worried about; their daughter was spending time with a respectable family, under the watchful eye of the doctor’s lovely wife Esme, surrounded by her charming boyfriend’s female sibling… only the camping trip wasn’t as exclusive as you had let on, and you would instead be spending time at the Cullen residence with Jasper. He had come to escort you to his home, dressed to the nines in the best hiking gear money could buy, shaking your father’s hand with a polite smile before leading you into the passenger seat of the silver Volvo he had borrowed from his brother. It may have been suggested that his brother’s car was a safer option than his motorcycle, and with the understanding that you preferred your father didn’t collapse into cardiac arrest, Jasper had agreed to sacrifice his preferred mode of transportation for the unassuming vehicle you now found yourself within. Jasper slid effortlessly into the driver’s seat, bidding your parents goodnight before settling in beside you, sealing the normalcy of the world away with the hushed suction of a closing door. It wasn’t long before the delectable scent of him flooded your airspace, perfuming your world with hints of lavender and sandalwood, intoxicating you with the sheer beauty of his presence. His eyes remained glued on the rear-view mirror as he backed out of your driveway, exhibiting proper driving technique while in your parents’ line of sight, proceeding down your street for at least a minute before his hand found yours between the seats, the chill of his skin soothing the worry from your brow. The entirety of his family was as far north as Canada on a hunting trip. You and Jasper would be completely alone.

“Hey, relax, darlin’. It’s just me,” he whispered, his butterscotch eyes finding yours within the dimly-lit cabin of the Volvo, his features illuminated by the neon of the dashboard instruments. He had no need to look at the road; his peripheral vision was just as attentive as his eyes were on you, and his reflexes quicker than anything that could possibly present as an obstacle in front of your vehicle. His thumb traced circles against the backside of your hand, massaging the stress from your body, if not your mind. Sure, it was just him. He couldn’t have stated the sole reason behind the surges of anxiety that flooded your body any simpler than that; it was just him, and just you, alone together for an entire weekend. It was a major advance in your relationship, and he was a poster child for collected calm, as if tonight were no different than any other. You ducked your head, squeezing his hand lightly, marveling momentarily at the give of his alabaster skin… so hard, yet so soft. You wondered, briefly, how the rest of him might feel… You straightened your thoughts, tidying the corners of your mind until every last straying image was safely swept into order, thanking your lucky stars that Jasper wasn’t the family’s mind reader. Jasper didn’t ask what had you so wrought with tension; you had a good idea he knew, but was far too polite to voice his suspicions, a perfect Southern gentleman to the very end. Instead, his mind flooded through the stagnant air and into yours, warming your limbs in waves as a feather-light cloak of ease hushed over your body, his eyes fighting to coax yours out of hiding before he settled for merely gazing in your direction. “I love you,” he promised, his whisper low and aflame with the heat of his truth, the tenor of his voice ringing with honesty as his eyes burnt twin holes in your temple. You lifted your gaze to his, losing yourself briefly in the honey of his stare, his smile eliciting your own as he turned the steering wheel, his grip so certain, so sure, his eyes only leaving yours for a moment. When the hypnosis of his eyes was broken, you redirected your eyes to stare aimlessly out the window, watching the cedars pass in blurred patches of emerald darkened and diluted by the ink of the night.

“I’m okay, Jasper. You don’t have to… calm me down,” you chuckled, your laugh almost foreign to your own ears, speaking to the reflection of his eyes mirrored in the glare the utilities projected onto the glass of the window. “I’m good, really. Thank you, though, for offering. You’re a sweetheart.” Jasper’s brow lifted in disbelief, hearing the confident lie roll from between your lips on the back of a wave of compromising emotion, your unease as plain to him as your voice was clear. You rolled your eyes, smirking as you tightened your hold on his hand. “Alright, I’m a little upset that Rose won’t be joining us. You’ve caught me.” Jasper let loose a quiet laugh, his lips thin as he fought the urge to bend to your humour, his mind still obviously distracted by your physical discomfort. Even if he were unable to taste the tone of your emotions, he would have heard the stammer of your heart as it frantically sought an escape route through the spaces between your ribs. He shook his head a fraction, as if to align his thoughts, his palm spreading over your knee, gently smoothing over your denim with a more human breed of comfort, leaving your reasoning to stand alone, no prodding or inquiries involved. You watched the forest flash by, your heart thrumming in your chest like the wings of a hummingbird, your pulse skyrocketing as Jasper pulled into the extended driveway leading to the Cullen household. He sighed to hear so obvious a sign of distress, his lips pressed into a fine line when you turned to address the sound, his eyes concerned as he analyzed the winding path through the thick of the forest. You were silent when the car pulled up before the intimidating house, your hands clasped in your lap as Jasper removed the keys from the ignition, quieting the engine and enhancing the leaden stillness that surrounded the two of you. He exhaled deeply, turning in his seat until he was facing you straight-on, his hands reaching for yours, the smooth marble of his skin sparking against you, adrenaline coursing through your veins like venom.

“Y/n, would you please let me help you?” he asked, his voice pleading and sincere, you met his eye, smiling halfheartedly, your cheeks burning with the flow of blood that rushed to warm your face. His brow knotted with helpless worry, his eyes bright with the extent of his agitation to see you so restless. “At least tell me why you’re so nervous?” he pleaded, his palm covering your own, sending thrills roiling through to settle in the pit of your stomach, your body warm beneath his comparably frigid touch. You shrugged, searching for words polite enough, innocent enough, harmless enough that you wouldn’t end up offending or causing any confusion. Jasper’s hand extending toward your face, cradling your cheek in the silken palm of his hand, his thumb working over your cheekbone, brushing just beneath your eye. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. You can tell me anything, darlin’, it’s part of the package. Trust me, there’s nothing you could say that would drive me away, nothing you could say that’d… wound me. I’m virtually indestructible, remember?” you giggled then, surprised at the tremor in your voice, your eyes watering just slightly, your cheeks burning brighter as you became aware of the sensation. Jasper’s hand remained on your cheek, his fingers coaxing an answer from your lips, or perhaps your mind, his eyes anxiously awaiting your reply. You felt the air rush from your lungs, your brain resolving to spill your fear at his feet before your body could revert to your more primal instincts and reject your intention.

“I’m just…” you paused briefly, your heart seizing in your chest, prompting Jasper to respond with a much-needed surge of calm. You cleared your throat then, your eyes finding his in the dark. “Thanks. I’m just… I know what this is about.” Your words hung in the air, speaking volumes while saying so little. Jasper’s jaw clenched visibly, catching the intention behind your blanketed statement, his hand moving downward to rest against your neck, your pulse racing beneath his palm, his skin tantalizing yours. He didn’t make any move to speak, or to leave the vehicle, awaiting further explanation despite his clear understanding. “I mean, I guess it’s just… we’re alone, Jasper. Truly alone, and I…” your voice trailed off, your eyes melting into his, the tides of borrowed calm lapping at your feet as Jasper lent you the ease to continue. “I’ve never done this before.” Realization flickered behind his eyes for the briefest moment before quickly, professionally, he returned to his previous standing, his features open and curious. “I’m just nervous, is all.” Jasper grinned sympathetically, his eyes dancing on yours.

“Terrified, it feels like.” You lowered your gaze, embarrassed, only to find Jasper’s index finger at your chin, lifting you back to meet his eyes, his features soft and gentle. “We’re not going to do anything you aren’t prepared to do, you have my word as a gentleman. It’s enough for me just to spend time with you, no time constraints, no prying eyes, no interruptions. I’m in this for you, Y/n, and nothing else. I love you. If you want to go slow, we’ll go slow. We can crawl forward, for all I care, so long as we’re together. I am perfectly content with whatever you choose to do.” You smiled, thankful, leaning toward him to close the space between you, your lips pressing against his. He returned the tender affection you offered to him, his lips molding to fit yours perfectly, his hand winding through your hair, holding you as delicately as if you were made of glass, separating only when the car’s headlights clicked off from lack of movement. “You ready? To head inside, I mean?” You giggled, nodding your confirmation to his double-edged inquiry, your heart leaping in your chest when he disappeared from his seat, your door opening swiftly at your side. Within a single breath, he had lifted you from the seat, holding you in his arms like a newlywed bride, kicking the door closed before walking as easily as if he were unburdened towards your house, abandoning your overnight bag in the backseat. You laughed aloud at his pageantry, his eyes rolling at your reaction. “It seemed appropriate, Miss, to walk you over the threshold. I’m attempting romance; don’t go injuring my ego.” He continued forward, smirking when you mumbled pointedly about his claim of indestructibility. He strode over the polished floorboards, pressing a kiss to your hairline when you clung to his shoulders after he set you on the couch. You wrapped your arms around his neck, refusing to release your grip as he moved to stand, your heart racing as he playfully fell on top of you, bent by your iron strength. His lips pressed against your throat, his honey hair sweeping against your cheek as he wrestled with your human weakness, contorting until you were cradled in his arms, his eyes glowing warmly behind the thick fringe of his eyelashes. He paused, then, noticing for the first time the subtle shift in your emotions. “What…?” he began, your lips pressing to the corner of his mouth.

“I’m…” you began, your voice feeble and weak, your fingers threading through the golden strands of his hair, his eyelids fluttering at your touch, searching yours for answers you had yet to properly advocate. You returned his open stare, your hands trembling as they cupped his cheeks, your thumbs stammering over his cheekbones. “Jasper…” His breathing was shallower, quicker, his lips parting as he prepared to speak.

“I thought you were…” you inhaled the scent of him, so much stronger now that you were all but pressed against each other, watching him come to his conclusions. “You said you were nervous? You’re still nervous, I can… I can feel it, but…” his voice trailed off, his head shaking once between your hands. “Y/n,” he breathed, your name an oath on his lips. “Do you want this?” Your cheeks burned under his stare, your heart thrumming with a strength you hadn’t imagined possible, your head nodding when you found your voice had failed you. Jasper swallowed then, his voice producing a soft, sensuous tone, blossoming into the silence instead of interrupting it. “You’re sure?” You nodded once more, pressing your lips to his as you finally spoke your reply.

“Yes.” He moved against you as you had never known him to move, his tongue darting over your lip with a slow, sugared patience, his arms wrapping securely beneath you before he moved to stand, hoisting you once more into his arms, his lips never parting from yours. His body was marble-hard beneath your hands as he ghosted up the stairway, moving with inhuman speed to the sanctity of his bedroom. He laid you atop his sheets, resting your head against his pillows, moving to hover over you in the same movement, his weight suspended above you. He tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingertip lingering on your jaw, his eyes lavishing you as if you were the most precious stone, or perhaps an idol forgotten by all but him. He waited for your approval, his eyes watching yours, a delightfully warm sense of calm licking at the soles of your feet when your nerves tightened in your stomach. “There’s no need. I’m okay.” He arched his brow, his influence retracting as you stroked his cheek, your touch tender as you worshiped his flesh. “I love you, Jasper.” His eyes burned from within, his lips repeating your vow as he descended on your lips.

“I love you.” He melted against you, his every muscle, every inch of his skin pressing against your body, his fingers working the fabric from your waist, parting from his kiss to remove your garment completely. You shied away from his gaze for the span of a minute, opening once again when he had removed his own shirt, his hands tentatively caressing the skin at the bottom of your rib cage. “So beautiful…” he whispered, his lips lowering to press slow, honeyed kiss to your abdomen. Your hands instinctively tangled in his hair as his hands worked the button of your jeans, undoing your pants and working them from your legs, leaving you bare before him in your undergarments. His hands found your hips, then, lifting you from the sheets until you were pressed against his chest. Your fingertips trailed curiously down the center of his chest, reaching lower and lower until you discovered the waistline of his jeans. His breath caught with your own when, surprising the both of you, your hand wandered further south, brushing timidly against the bulge his pants concealed. His eyes met yours then, blurred by the relative darkness, boring holes into your very soul. He was still in your arms, moving only when you did, your hand shifting along the coarse denim as you traveled upward to unbutton his pants. His chest expanded beautifully, his lips crashing against yours, moving swiftly to the line of your jaw, marking you with fervent kisses. You worked the button loose, and Jasper was standing by the bed, kicking his pants off entirely before crawling above you, his hand ghosting over the cup of your bra. You thrilled at the contact, arching your back to make the process of unhooking the garment easier. You wriggled free of your straps, watching Jasper’s eyes devour the sight of your uncovered chest, his hands moving with a patient slowness to cup your breast in the palm of his hand. Your breath rushed from your lungs, Jasper’s eyes flitting to your face, your lips parted in bliss. He smiled, then, before his fingers were working beneath the waistband of your underwear, slipping the fabric down your legs until it no longer clung to your body. He pulled you once more into a kneeling position, his eyes hungry on yours.

Your heart hammered in your chest, your nerves alight with naked electricity as Jasper knelt before you, removing the last piece of clothing that masked the full glory of his chiseled body, his eyes never leaving your face as he worked himself free of his underwear, his erection uncovered, the both of you bare before each other. You inched toward him instinctively, his body reacting in a similar fashion, his hands closing around your waist as he dissolved the distance between you. His palms stroked your hips as his lips found yours, his passion translating fluidly from his mouth to yours, his hands clinging to your back as he settled you back against the pillows, his body arching over yours. Your hands moved to tangle once more in his hair, stopping suddenly in their path as Jasper’s hand caught your wrist, his eyes on yours as he kissed the tips of your fingers. You pressed on, your hands at the nape of his neck, his eyelids closed in bliss as your lips found the muscle of his shoulder, a small sound of pleasure escaping from between his lips. He hovered over you, straightening moments later, his hands parting your legs with gentle precision. He nestled himself between your thighs, his eyes never once leaving your burning face, his hands massaging the creases of your hips. You nodded, almost desperately, reaching to pull his body back over yours as he prodded against your entrance. Your mouth opened at the carnal contact, your cheeks warm with the fire of your blood as Jasper eased himself inside of you, his eyes burning with a heat you didn’t know him capable of as he shifted his hips, working himself deep within you. He moved slowly then, until he stilled, his lips at your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek before speaking your name. Your fingers clung to his back, urging him forward.

He obliged, thrusting deep within you, his movements subtle and captivating, his every shudder sending you gasping for breath where none existed. He rolled his hips, his lips on your neck, your hands grasping for a holding on his shoulders. He moved slowly, patiently, enjoying and allowing you to enjoy every sensitive inch of him inside you, his hand moving to grasp your hip as he thrust within you. He rolled sideways, lifting you with his movement until you rested on top of him, his arms propelling him to a seated position, his hands deftly re-positioning your legs until they wrapped more securely around his waist. His eyes, heavy-lidded, were locked on yours like a magnet as he lifted your hips and lowered you onto him, your breath rushing from your lungs, carrying his name on a low moan. He smiled, pressing his joy to your collarbone as be repeated the movement, your voice producing sound without formulating words. Jasper’s movements became faster, though never rushed or hurried, his hands grasping your hips with a tender security, his breathing laboured as your body began to tremble. Your mind was clouded, the pulses of his hips meeting your own sending deafening waves of pleasure through your body, concentrated at the meeting of your bodies. Your mouth was open over a wordless cry as you clung to all you could, holding his gaze with the will of one desperate for salvation, your breathless whisper of his name the last conscious sound you made before you collapsed against his chest, your body humming with ecstasy. He shuddered beneath you, thrusting through his high, his hands smoothing over the curve of your spine before he stilled within you, his head tipping backwards. You lifted your face from his shoulder, resting your forehead against his, catching your breath together, your fingers tracing the lines of his cheekbones. He smiled, breathless with love, his hands cradling your cheeks to bring your lips to his, punctuating the night with the sweetness of a kiss.

He held you as you both collapsed to the sheets, your legs tangled blissfully, your cheek resting on the firm muscle of his chest. He reached blindly for his bed sheets, covering what he could of your body before resting fully against the pillows. You traced the lines of his chest, your heart calming as your breath regained stability. Jasper’s fingers toyed absentmindedly with strands of your hair, his quiet breathing lulling you to sleep, your bodies melted together as evidence of your devotion, safe in the comfort of his loving arms.

BTS Reaction: Them finishing quickly due to it being so long since they’ve had sex with their s/o

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Yoongi

You felt him fill you up over and over as his thrusts became harder, making it impossible for you to keep quiet. You clung to his body tight, missing him against your body so much while he had been on tour for months. The unusual loud grunts and the occasional low growl from him told you just how much he had missed you too. Being too lost in the moment, you barely noticed his head move to the crook of your neck, and his hips stuttered in their movement before a deep groan left his mouth. He stopped his movements, panting hard as he looked up at you, slightly apologetic. 

“Yoongi did you just?”

He kissed you slowly as he pulled out of you. 

“Sorry baby, you felt too good. I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to take that as a compliment instead of being annoyed.

“Well, you better be ready to work yourself up again, because if you’re going to be lasting this long in the time I’m with you we’re going to have a problem.”

He laughed at your bluntness, slowly moving south down your body.

“Awe baby, you love my tongue just as much.” 

You bit your lip hard as he rested his head against the inside of your thigh. 

“Mark this as round 1. I love your tongue, but I love your cock more.”

Hoseok

His grunts were loud in your ear as he had you pinned up against his studio door, pounding into you at an insane speed. You could almost see stars, making you forget about anyone else that could possibly see through the fogged glass of his door or hear for that matter. It had been so long for the both of you and the feeling of him inside you was just sending the both of you crazy. When you felt him pull you closer to his body, his mouth attacked your neck, marking you all over your exposed skin. 

“Y/n…”

He muffled against your neck and his hips snapped against yours harder than before, causing a loud gasp to escape your mouth.

“Y/n, I can’t…”

His words were cut off by the long moan that left his mouth, his hips stopping for a second before he slowly rode out his orgasm. 

“Hobi.”

You whined as he pulled out of you, the embarrassment clear on his face. You pouted towards him and his eyes finally met your own.

“Sweetie, I’m really sorry. It’s been a while.”

He grabbed onto your hand softly, holding it against his chest as he leaned down to kiss you. You kissed him back softly, running your hands through his hair. 

“Are you gunna make it up to me?” 

You said, batting your eyes at him. He giggled towards you and pulled you over to his chair. 

“I’m going to make round two all about you sweetie.” 

Seokjin

He had made the effort to set up his bedroom all romantic for your arrival back to Korea, clearly planning out exactly what would have naturally happened anyway. At this point, the candle light and rose petals were a blur in your vision as you felt him thrust into you deeply against his bed. He peppered kisses all over you, from your neck to your jaw, and down to your chest. Being away from him this long didn’t do either of you any good but definitely made these times more intense. He had one hand pinning your arm above your head as he kissed you deeply, his other gripping your hip as his thrusts picked up a little. He suddenly parted from the kiss and you heard the shaky sigh that left his mouth as he hung his head against your shoulder. As you felt him fill you up, you sighed contently even though the experience was quick. As he pulled out, he kissed you quickly, moving to the side of you with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. 

“Missed me so much you couldn’t hold it in a bit longer hm?”

You said, holding back a small laugh, hoping to not offend him. 

“Jagiya, I’m sorry. But I did miss you a lot. It’s so hard when you go away for that long. I lose my control.”

He giggled softly at his own remark. You cuddled closer to his body.

“It’s ok, we have a lot of time to build up your control again.”

Namjoon

He was the type to either take his time and cherish your body, or fuck you for hours until your throat ran dry and you couldn’t keep back the tears of pleasure prickling down your cheeks. Though tonight, after not seeing you for months due to work, he was acting a bit more needier than what you were used too. He was usually controlled and very aware of how he wanted things to pan out, but tonight was wild. He had you naked on the kitchen counter as he fucked you hard, his hands roaming all over your body, trying to feel every inch of your skin as his hot breath hit the side of your face. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and surprisingly, you were so close to your release. The way his hips slammed hard against you were driving you crazy and just before that heat could start building up, his teeth sunk into your shoulder, muffling the low growl he let out, his hips slowly coming to a halt. 

“Joonie no.”

You gasped out, whimpering as he pulled out slowly. He lifted your chin with his finger so your eyes met with his, a small, cocky grin on his face. 

“I would say sorry, but the way you just whined out my name was so sexy babygirl. Sexy enough for daddy to go another round and make you feel good.”

Jungkook

The boys had been cockblocking the two of you all night. Unfortunately, Jimin’s idea of throwing a dinner party right when you had returned to the country wasn’t such a good idea for the tension between you and your boyfriend. Which is what led the two of you sneaking away to the bathroom while the boys were preoccupied with a dumb drinking game. The two of you stood in front of the bathroom mirror as he took you from behind, your skirt hiked up above your waist and your panties pushed to the side as he fucked you hard. One of his hands were hidden under the front of your shirt as he played around with your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra, while the other was covering your mouth to keep you quiet. The sound of his hips hitting your ass was the loudest noise in the room though you couldn’t find the sanity to care as he fucked you faster and harder. Your eyes never left his as you watched each other through the mirror.

“F-fuck, y/n.”

You heard him stutter as he slammed into you hard one last time, an audible gasp leaving your lips through his hand as you felt him fill you up. As he pulled out, he took a second to catch his breath as you fixed yourself up. 

“That didn’t take long. Almost as quick as when I took your virginity.”

You smirked and looked towards him as he zipped the fly of his pants up. He stared towards you with a dark expression, then suddenly, spinning you around quickly, he lifted your skirt up again and smacked your ass hard. You yelped softly, enjoying it more than anything. You saw him with an evil grin in the mirror and tried to hold back your laughter by biting your lip. His hands gripped your hips hard as he came up next to your ear.

“Watch what you say princess, I might just not let you cum later on if you’re going to be cocky about it.”

You bit your lip and shot him your sexiest stare, rubbing your ass against his crotch. 

“Was that wrong of me? Am I going to be punished when we get home? Have I been a bad girl?” 

You whined out. He just laughed evilly, smacking your ass lightly again as he pushed you towards the door. 

“You got no fucking idea baby.”

Jimin

You had been teasing him the whole trip home, groping him, pulling his hair, whispering dirty things in his ear and also delaying the time it could’ve taken you both to get home by stopping into the shops. It was dark when you pulled over into an almost empty car park and that’s when he took the opportunity to shut you up. You were quickly sprawled out on the back seat of your car, Jimin fucking you hard and fast, not caring about who heard the two of you from outside. The windows were already fogged up and you found the fact that he got so worked up over your actions earlier so hot that the heat in your body was rising quicker then usual. It had also been so long since the two of you had been together, causing a huge amount of sexual tension and cravings. You decided to test the waters though. 

“Jimin Oppa.”

You moaned out softly. You watched his breath hitch in his throat and a little choked moan came out of his mouth as he stared down at you.

“Y/n, don’t.”

He whispered in a slightly seductive tone. You didn’t care though, ignoring what he said.

“Oppa.”

You moaned out louder then before, causing him to thrust hard into you a few more times as you felt him cum inside you. 

“Shit.”

He said breathlessly, laying on top of you. There was a small silence before you spoke.

“Did that really set you off early?”

You said giggling. He shied away a little bit as you both sat up, attempting to get dressed quickly. 

“Hey! You’ve been messing with me all night. Plus I haven’t seen you in months. Plus, You haven’t called me Oppa since we were in high school.”

He said the last part hushed and you could tell he was embarrassed by it.

“But you liked it, right?”

You watched him nod slowly, finally his eyes meeting with yours. You laughed towards him, scooting closer to hug him. 

“I missed you Oppa.”

Taehyung

You had offered to pick your boyfriend up from the airport on the day he arrived, but quickly shutting you down, he didn’t want to put you out of your schedule for the day. It was a little odd seeing as you hadn’t seen him for months, but you took the time to dress up in something you knew he’d like when he arrived to your apartment. When he had finally shown up at your front door, you opened it wearing only a white-floral, mesh bra that tied up around your neck, basically see through, along with a matching, white thong that had a small crystal hanging above your backside, making you feel extra seductive. His reaction was clearly what lead you both to the bedroom. Disregarding your underwear all over the floor of the living room, obviously desperate to get what he wanted. He lay beneath you as you rode him slowly, his length filling you up exactly how you remembered and exactly how you missed. You watched his eyes roam over your body as you placed your hands on his chest. His hands wondering from your hips, up your stomach and then finally, to your breasts. Your body finally felt content having him home again and just as you were about to speed up, he flipped you over onto your back.

“Tae.”

You said breathlessly as he sped up, thrusting harder into you, making it impossible for you to keep quiet, as well as him. His forehead rested against yours as he kept moving, his eyes baring into yours and then, they fluttered shut and his movement slowed right down as his mouth hung open, choked moans escaping his lips. He moved off of you slowly, laying on his back next to you as he calmed down. Then he reached his arms out to you, pulling you against his chest. 

“Sorry.”

He said slightly laughing at the situation. You sat up suddenly pouting at him, and he laughed even more and attempted to sit up as well, but you pushed him back down. 

“No, no. You’re helping me out until you’re ready to go again.”

You said quickly climbing on top of him, positioning in between your thighs above his head. You saw the smirk on his face as he hooked his arms around your thighs, pulling you down closer to his lips. your hands moved down and gripped his hair softly. 

“It won’t take me long, I missed you too much so get ready for an all nighter.” 

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I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE GIFS CREDITS TO GIF OWNERS

A/N: As you can see, the more I wrote, the more I got carried away and detailed. Actually, Writing Jungkook’s killed me. Like every time I write something about Jungkook, I start thinking about him and I wanna tell him to swerve because he ain’t my boy but like, he’s too god dam sexy! dw Tae you still the number one like slay me now! Anyway I really hope you all enjoy this! I had so much fun writing it and more requests will be posted soon! Mwah! x

BTS Reaction to Their S/O Being Lovey Dovey

incognito; hi! i was wondering if you could write a reaction maybe?🙈 to their s/o hugging them from behind and whispering “i love you” with their head on his back/shoulder (it depends😹) -this is so soft😭- thank you!

Note: Of course, it’s totally fine anonnie! i needed some fluff to ease my depressing mind from the angst ive been writing lately lol *credit to gif owners*


Jin ➳ As far as he knew, you didn’t like much pda when you two were around the boys or when he was even performing in concert, so when he had gone backstage just to find you engulfing him into your arms and mumbling how much you loved him; a wide grin would situate itself below his nose.

He found you extremely cute, feeling all sorts of giddiness run through him as he gave you a peck on the top of your head, soon lifting your chin to place a sweet kiss onto your lips.  

Originally posted by mochjim


Suga ➳ The both of you were at the amusement park, and when you turned to Yoongi to find him looking bored and annoyed, you felt extremely horrible for making the boy come along. So when your arms slithered around his waist, he quickly turned to you with wide eyes and flushed cheeks before you said, “I love you.”

The boys began to catcall, Yoongi smiling brightly but immediately covering his face with his hands to hide his embarrassment even though he wanted more than anything to kiss you and hug you back.

Originally posted by the9397


J-Hope ➳ He was only in the studio talking to Jimin, conversing about the new dance routine when you decided to wrap your arms around him while pressing your cheek to his chest. “Ah, you want me.” He teased, knowing you would only flush and look away but you always ceased to surprise him.

“Always,” you whispered, “I love you so much.” Jimin looked around to try and hide the smile playing on his lips when Hoseok soon picked you up and spun you around; loving how lovey dovey you were being before blowing raspberries to your cheeks.

Originally posted by koreankitties


RapMonster ➳ The moment you began to lay your head on his lap while he watched tv on the couch, he was shocked once you wrapped your arms clumsily around his waist and muttered an “I love you.”

He looked around frantically, already feeling his cheeks turn several shades of red before a very nervous chuckle would skip past his lips and calm his rapid breathing heart. Running his fingers through your hair and smiling to himself, he knew you meant every word since you barely spoke your feelings which meant everything to him.

Originally posted by tae-eyebrows


Jimin ➳ Butterflies were bursting in a chaotic furry inside his heart once he felt your tiny arms encircle his waist from behind. His face was gleaming in the color scarlet, smile nearly ripping his cheeks once he turned around just to witness your head slowly lean up to stare at him with your bottom lip tucked out. “I love you,” you told him, and he only laughed.

“What do you want this time?” He asked and you frowned, quickly letting go of him to walk away before he grabbed your arm and yanked you back into his arms. “No no, don’t leave.” He whined, giving your forehead a quick peck.

Originally posted by jihope


V ➳ He was gaming all night and you couldn’t sleep without the man, so, when you found him in the living room, wanting to scold him until you found a large bear between his arms you couldn’t help but squeal internally. Rushing to jump on the couch, you snaked your hands around his body as you told him he was cute, and soon telling him you loved him.

He paused his game, taking your words in before he flashed you a boxy smile. “I love you so much more,” he said, throwing his bear to the side to pull you onto his lap instead.

Originally posted by kookieinfirestae


Jungkook ➳ The boy looked so out of place when his friends started to pay more attention to you, ripping you away from having your attention on him and talking it up to you like there was no tomorrow. He looked annoyed, quiet even, and your eyes softened before you ignored Hoseok and grabbed your boyfriend’s hand.

Tapping your cheek, he looked to you questioningly. “I love you,” you said, and a very cheeky and shy smile would engrave itself onto his features as he placed a kiss onto your cheek.

Originally posted by jimiyoong


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“To you, matters of the heart have always been simple. You’ve always lived by three rules: you don’t do emotions, you don’t do attachment, and you don’t do love. That is, until you meet the enigma that is Kim Namjoon- a man who shakes your entire world upside down.”

pairing: namjoon x reader
genre: smut, angst
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kneel || bill skarsgård

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warnings: a bit of daddy kink, oral (male on female), choking, swearing, general filth

“Get on your knees.“

The words, familiar words, were forthright, demanding, said without so much as a thought due to them being used so often. When they were spoken, it was certain their recipient was supposed to obey. 

But then the word "no,” was uttered, which turned everything over on its head.

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okay but just imagine you guys are like roommates that hate each other and he comes home late from a party one night and you’re pissed because he woke you up and you have work the next day. so you storm out into the kitchen where he’s getting a drink and you start yelling at him and he turns around and he’s only wearing a jacket and for some reason his shirt is missing and your voice kind of falters, but only for a fraction of a second. but he notices anyways and he starts to smirk and he’s all like “baby calm down”. and you reply with “i told you to stop calling me that. do it again and i’ll take your ass down. i don’t care how freakishly tall you are mendes” and he starts to slowly walk towards you saying in a low voice “i like when you say my name. but even better, i’d love to hear you moan it”. and you start to walk backwards as he’s still walking towards you and eventually he has you pressed against the wall and you can practically feel your heart beating out of your chest and you can feel warmth radiating from his bare chest and you stare at his neck because you know if you make eye contact with him you’ll break. and he starts murmuring in your ear about how you both can’t keep denying you want each other and you manage to whisper that there’s nothing to deny because there’s nothing there. and so he lifts your chin up so you meet his gaze and he says “look me in the eyes and say that”. and all you can do is stare at him and weakly swallow and he’s like “say it baby. say it and i’ll walk away right now”. and before you even know what you’re doing you turn him around and slam him against the wall and you kiss him with so much force he has to catch his breath. and your hands are roaming all over his chest, tracing every line. and he grabs your ass and squeezes causing you to open your mouth, which he gladly takes as an opportunity to slip his tongue in. and as you two are making out your hands start to wander down and you start to unbutton his pants and right at that moment you realize you’re kissing the person you hate most and so you push off of him and take a few steps back and stare at him. and you can see that he’s all flushed and his hair is messy. and he looks at you and smirks and he says “do you wanna finish baby girl? or should i take care of this myself?”. and you mutter a “fuck it” before rushing back to him and harshly pressing your lips to his and you’re hands are just wandering everywhere and he’s grabbing and squeezing. and then he grabs the back of your legs and pulls so you jump and he starts to carry you to the bedroom and oH JESUS IM GONNA STOP THERE BECAUSE THIS IS TOO MUCH AND HOLY SHIT OKAY I’M DONE

Night Owls--Harry Hook x Reader

Disclaimer-I don’ t own any of the Descendants characters all credit goes to the creators and producers of Disney Descendants 

Summary-You are a part of Uma’s crew, and you have a crush on Uma’s first mate, Harry Hook. One night, you get caught wondering in the deck by Harry himself.

Originally posted by unchxxrted

You take in the sight around you. The fresh salty air blowing through your hair as you breath it all in. Oh how you loved the sea. You hoped to one day be able to set sail on the open waves once again, but that was impossible, since the magical barrier prevented anyone from leaving this foul place. 

 It was dark outside and every one of the crew members were asleep. Being one of the lower ranked members of Captain Uma’s crew, you never really get a chance to enjoy the view of the ocean and horizon. You were mostly instructed to stay below deck, watching all the supplies to ensure nothing went missing. The only times you ever came above deck was when you went out to get a meal at Ursula’s Fish and Chips shop. Not much ever really happened on the Jolly Roger. The only reason you really stayed in this crew was because of Harry Hook. 

He was Uma’s first mate, son of Captain Hook, and the only person able to make you blush by just glancing at you. His tall, tanned figure towered above you and and the majority of the crew members. His clothes consisted of red and black, and many layers of leather, with a hat that shields his hair, though you occasionally saw him without it, revealing a thick mane of dark hair. Even his facial features were sharper than the hook he carried around to seem more like his father. 

But what always caught you’re attention the most were his eyes. He had blue eyes that were lighter than the sea, and stood out even more when he outlined them with black liner. They mostly held a stern look, but occasionally held affection and care. They showed his passion, his triumph, and his determination to make it known that Uma and her crew were not to be messed with. You admired that to most. 

But you never got to spend time with him. He was always commanding the others, carrying out Uma’s demands while you listened to his voice from down below. His Scottish accent was never hard to miss, and hard to resist. Even when the crew was at the chip shop, you sat on the far side of the counter while he was by Uma’s side, causing mischief with other members by shoving them and showing his dominance over them. He did that to the entire crew. 

Well, everyone except Uma. 

And you. 

Too busy in your own thoughts, you failed to hear the scuffle of boots along the deck. With a clearing of his throats you turned your head, and your breath hitched. 

There, before you in all his glory, was Harry himself. He was without his coat or hat, only his leather pants and belt clung loosely on his waist, his torn undershirt over his chest. His hair was uncovered, all tangled and rearranged, from tossing and turning in his sleep you assumed. He smirked a little, and slowly walked towards you. 

“Well, well, well,” he smiled, his stare never leaving your own. “What do we have here? A little night owl hovering about?” 

His voice seemed playful, but then again, he always used a playful tone when he knew he had the upper hand. You gulped, not wanting to respond. “Aw, why so quiet, catfish caught yer tongue?” 

You remained silent, which only made him chuckle. He came closer, making you pull away. You knew you were gonna be in trouble, since you weren’t supposed to be up and about in the middle of the night. It was one of Uma’s rules. 

He continued to snicker, watching you tremble under his gaze. You shifted your eyes to the ground, catching the glare of his hook on one of his belt loops. You began to pant. 

“I-I’m sorry, H-Harry,” you whispered, still shaking. 

“Ah she speaks!” He mocked, taking his right hand to lift your chin. “What are ye doing wondering around late at night. Uma would make ye fish bate if she found out.” 

You took a deep breath. “I-I don’t know, couldn’t sleep I guess.” He didn’t respond. For awhile he looked at you, as if he was trying to remind himself where he had seen you. Then, he remembered. “You work below deck, don’t ya?” You nodded the best you can, since his finger still held your chin up. He smiled a bit, but not in a evil way. “Uh huh, I’ve seen you around, you talk with that Gary fella, right?” 

Gary was your friend, though he wanted to be more. You always rejected him, but continued to talk to him nonetheless, since you didn’t really know anyone else. 

“Y-Yes,” you stuttered. 

“Poor fella, I’ve seen his attempts, yet ye never give him the light of day.” He snickered again. “What’s your name, little owl?” 

“Y-Y/N.” 

He kept looking at you, watching as your chest rose and fell at a steady pace. Then he spoke again. “So tell me, Y/N. Why don’t ya give the lad a chance, aye?” 

You thought about it for a moment and said, “He isn’t my type.” Your courage began to grow slightly as the lack of space between the two of you increased by the minute. 

His hand move from your chin to rest it on the post that pinned you, just to the left side of your head. His toned biceps came to view as he barely whispered, “And what, my little owl, is your type?” 

You couldn’t help the shiver as his breath fanned over your lips. You didn’t know what to do, what to say. Here you were, pinned to the mast post, in the middle of the night, by the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, who is asking you what your type was. You so desperately wanted to tell him that the only person to make your heart soar and butterflies to erupt was the one standing in front of you, but you couldn’t. You froze. 

Harry waited for your answer, but then he spoke up, “Well, do you know what my type is?” He smiled, leaning closer to you. You shook your head. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and back, smirking at your obvious heavy breaths. 

“My type,” he said barely above a whisper, “is a shy, timid girl, one no one really likes to point out.” You were confused as you why he was telling you this, but let him go on anyway. He pushed back a piece of hair behind your ear with left hand, letting it gently stroke your cheek as he continued. 

“My type is a girl who tries to steal glances of me, thinking I can’t see her, when I actually catch her every time, trying to do the same thing.” His hand continued down, stroking your jaw and collar bone, down your shoulder and arm until he grasped your right hand. He looked down at your two hands and smiled. 

“My type is the one who doesn’t fight for my affection, the one who only need to laugh to make my head spin.” He spoke, lifting your hand ever so carefully, sensing your ease as your shakiness subsided. He looked straight into your eyes, bringing your hand closer to his lips, gently placing a kiss onto it, and never breaking eye contact, not before he spoke, with a voice barely audible, “My type is you, Y/N.” 

His words ran a shiver up your spine, your eyes meeting his light ones. You wanted to tell him you felt the same way, but your heart was racing at his confession. His smile grew at your reaction, evolving in to a full on grin. He took this moment to admire you. 

Your long H/C hair circling your face as the wind blew it and how the moonlight reflected the glow in your E/C eyes. His thumb gently touched your bottom lip, which were oh so tempting. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. 

He leaned in and captured his lips with yours, caressing both your cheeks as he did. To say you were shocked was an understatement. Your eyes were wide, as you didn’t know what to do at first, until you kissed him back. Once he felt you giving into him, he pulled you closer by your waist, allowing your right hand to stroke up his arm. He went to deepen the kiss, biting your bottom lip and giggling when you let out a little squeal. He picked you by your thighs, pushing you harder against the post, never letting the kiss end. You let out a gasp as you felt his lips leave yours, only to latch onto your neck, and up to the sensitive skin by your ear, nibbling it ever so slightly. Your fingers ran through his hair, earning a groan from him as you did so. He soon returned to your lips, picking the pace back up. 

Eventually, you pushed against him, your breaths heavy, leaving your hands to rest against his chest. He looked up at you, a cocky smile on his face. 

“So, I guess I’m yer type then, aye?”

fine line

pairing: steve harrington x you

fandom: stranger things

prompt: you have a nightmare, and steve comforts you

warnings: pining!!!! so much pining!!! also, a brief description of a gory nightmare, fluff mixed with angst

author’s note: i fucking love steve harrington, goodnight

His fingers grasp the edge of the low roof. He hauls himself up, slumping on the inclined plane. He wiggles into a sitting position, then slowly stands up. Crouching, he walks towards the window and knocks on it.

No answer.

He frowns, knocking again, a bit louder, but quiet enough for only the room to hear.

A muffled sob answers him.

Alarmed, he peeks through the window. The sight makes his heart clench. He knocks harder and faster. 

“(y/n)!” He whispers, gaining your attention. He smiles weakly as you sit up from your bed, sniffling, eyes puffy and red. You reluctantly slide the window open, and greet him with a blank stare.

“What are you doing here, Harrington?” You mumble, hand wiping your nose.

“Babe…” he sighs, sadness coating his gaze. “Can I come in?”

You don’t say anything, which makes him nervous because he desperately wants to know what’s wrong, to hold you, to tell you it’s okay, to help you. When you sidestep, gesturing inside, he exhales in relief. So, he jumps in, a bit too eagerly, and staggers slightly before he straightens up. A small smile breaks your lips due to his clumsiness, which gives him a bit of hope. 

“Like I said,” he gives you a goofy grin, “a ninja.”

You roll your eyes, but the little smile widens just a bit. He notices.

“Babe…” He hooks his pinky with yours, tugging it slightly, respecting your boundaries, albeit he did barge into your room, but you had agreed with the visit earlier on the day, so he’s here and he’s worried. “What’s wrong?”

You sigh. You roughly pull your hand away, inciting a hurt look to cross his features. He starts to panic. What happened? Why are you crying? Why are you upset? Is it because of school? Is it because of him?

Then, you crash into him, clutching at his shirt, burying your face into his chest. The whirls of questions dwindle as he wraps his arms around you, his hand snaking into your hair, the other rubbing your back gently. He hums, fighting his own tears as he holds you. He holds you as you sob into his blue shirt. He holds you.

Both of you stay like that for a while. He sways a bit, kissing your head now and then, waiting for you to let it all out. 

And you do.

You disentangle yourself a bit, still pressed against him, but distant enough to glance upwards, meeting his eyes. His hands leave your hair and your back to cup your face. His thumbs gently wipe away the tears as you sniffle. 

You chuckle nervously, “I must look like shit." 

He leans in, placing his forehead against yours. "No. You’re beautiful.”

You frown, because this all feels like he’s treading the line. The fine line of friendship  that both of you had accommodated to for years, had complied with for ages. But lately, it had been thinning with the late nights that he'd initiate either calling or visiting you, the stolen glances that you both sometimes caught each other giving, the flirty exchanges and nicknames that send you both blushing madly, and the stares into each other’s eyes that neither of you could drop. Now, as your hands are placed on his toned chest, as his hands cup your cheeks, as your forehead presses against his, as his lips stand inches way from yours, the line is too thin to see.

His cheeks burn, because he’s so close to you, something he has longed to be for so long. He has yearned to know what it would feel like to press his lips against yours, no matter the situation. The taste of your lips against his. The mix of your breath with his. The feel of your hands tugging his hair. The sound of your moans filling his ears. He’s imagined it over and over again and he’s so close to you. He’s so close to you. 

But, you’re crying. He can’t act on what he wants. It’s not what you need, so it’s not what he gives you. Instead, he steps back, dropping his hands to grasp yours. And the line is seen again.

You drag him into the bed, sitting with him. He looks at you as he waits. 

“You don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to, y'kno.” He nudges you, trying to lighten the mood, making you more comfortable. Which works.

“I had a bad dream.”

“Oh.” He runs a hand through his hair, because he knows.

“We were all surrounded.” Your voice is terribly low that if it wasn’t for the fact that he was close, he might had missed it. Your stare is concentrated in front of you, and he can’t make out what you’re looking at. “The demodogs attacked us, started…eating us, and everyone was there, the kids were there, you were there. And we were…we were dying.” 

He sees some tears forming once again, and he quickly embraces you once again. “Hey…hey,” he manages to say through his clamped throat, “we’re safe now, y'kno that, you’re safe.

You nod, burying your face on the crook of his neck, sighing in relief, drinking in the warmth of his skin and the aroma of his cologne. “Maybe.”

“No, we are.” His fingers gently lift your chin. “I got my bat, you got your hammer, Nancy and Hopper got their guns, and, most importantly, Lucas got his sling-shot." You giggle, and he joins in too. "Because, we are definitely goners without his sling-shot.”

“Huge goners.” You grin, and he can’t help but mimic it. “Umm…” Your gaze drops, fingers start fiddling nervously, and he knows you well enough to know you’re embarrassed about something. “Can you stay with me tonight?”

“Yes.” He says, too eagerly, too rapidly, but he doesn’t care. He just doesn’t care. All he cares about is to be close to you, to comfort you in anyway possible. 

“Like…i-in the bed…” You stutter.

“In the bed?” He deadpans, his cheeks turning a darker shade of red. “With you?”

“Only i-if y-you don’t uh don’t mind…” You glance at him nervously with a red face.

“I don’t.” He grins, willing the blushing away. He stands up to shrug off his shoes and jacket while you move to get under the covers and make space for him.

“If you need some sweatpants to change in,” you say, eying the rough material of his jeans, “I can find some.”

“Or I could sleep without ‘em.” He winks.

You laugh, shrugging. “Fine by me," 

“Wait, what?” He gapes at you.

“I mean,” you say, “you’re wearing something underneath, no?”

He can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Well, y-yeah.” He says, completely flustered at the thought of sleeping semi-naked with you, and you being completely fine with it, and the line thins and thins.

He takes off his pants, highly aware that you’re staring. He feels the kick of insecurities on the back of his mind. But, when he sees how you’re already snuggled in bed and looking at him lazily, there’s not a single trace of any insecurity. He immediately gets under the covers, already feeling his shoulder brush against yours, sending shivers down his spine.

“You’re cold?” you yawn, drawing him closer to you. He smiles widely and positions you in his arms, your back pressed against his chest, his chin resting on your head. He’s hyper aware that both of your bodies are so close together, and he isn’t wearing any pants and you aren’t wearing any bra, and it’s so intimate. It’s just so intimate. He can’t imagine how else bliss could feel.

“This is perfect,” he mumbles into your hair. You hum in response, snuggling close.

“Safe,” you whisper, “you make me feel safe.”

He doesn’t know what to say. All he knows is, as he falls asleep with you in his arms, that he can’t deal with that fine line. 

Epinephrine

A/N: This is my first piece of smut, I hope it doesn’t completely suck ass. Unless you’re into that, then I hope it does. That’s cool too. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!


Maybe skipping on wearing panties wasn’t the greatest idea, you thought as you felt Harry’s cum making your thighs stick together.

or,

making the most out of the aftershow adrealine.


You could see it in his face when he walked backstage. He was glowing, a mixture of sweat and adrealine, a smug smirk on his face when he spotted you sitting on one of the sofas. His wide eyes were dark and glossy.

All the praising and love did wonders for him, his confidence soothing to the roof, making him all that more desirable. To be honest, it was difficult for you to watch him dancing and going crazy on stage, just knowing that you’ll get to touch him later.

You gave him a sweet smile as he took a hold of your hand, but squealed when he started pulling you through the hallways of the venue towards his dressing room. By this point you knew what was going on, but you could never be prepared for it.

Once reached the right door, Harry slammed it open and thanked the Lord that there was no one to be seen. He pulled you inside, and pushed your body against the cold door. With a quick flick of his wrist, he locked the door and did the same with his lips on yours. His hands were everywhere - pulling you closer by your waist, squeezing your backside, moving up to massage one of your breasts as the other one found a place on your hip.

Nothing could ever beat Harry’s kisses.

The way he can be so gentle and demanding at the same time makes your legs weak. His soft, raspberry lips feel like heaven on your own pair, making it impossible for you to ever get enough of them. As the kisses grew hotter ad heavier, pieces of clothing were removed and thrown somewhere on the carpeted floor.

His expensive floral blazer was the first to go, leaving you at task of popping open the buttons of his shirt. Harry rid you of your skin-tight dress, the fabric now pooling around your feet. His hands roamed around your body immediately, grazing your smooth skin.

“No knickers, huh?” he raised his brows at the sight in front of him.

Over the years, you two have discovered all the things that made the other one go crazy. Quite frankly, skipping on wearing panties was one on Harry’s list.

He knew that neck kisses were your absolute weakness, so he took his sweet time planting soft, wet kisses all around your neck, up to your jaw, then down again to your collarbones. You could feel your breathing picking up the pace, the familiar feeling slowly taking over your body. He moved your bra straps down so he could lay a few kisses on your shoulders before unhooking the clasp and throwing your bra on the pile of clothes on the floor.

His eyes flickered down to your chest, his other hand smoothing the soft skin as his lips found yours again. Your hands were placed on his tattooed chest, slightly scratching as you let them wander down lower and lower. Harry backed you towards the leather sofa in the middle of the surprisingly spacious room, and pressing you gently against the back of it. When he was pleased with your position sitting on the sofa, he spread your legs and stood between them. You felt his hand lifting your chin so he could lock his eyes with your blurry ones.

“Feelin’ naughty today, then? Wanted to tease me like this, yeah?”

His words made you want to roll your eyes back. As much as you loved sweet, lovemaking with him, you equally loved when he was in this mood. In a mood to have his way with you, taking you, using you. Harry being a man with few words, he sure did know how to use them to swoon you over and over again.

Your hands found their way to Harry’s trousers, starting to rid them of his long legs before he slapped your hands away.

“I asked you a question, love,”

“Did you leave those pretty, little panties at home because you wanted daddy to punish you?”

You closed your eyes at that, he knew that him controlling you was one of your biggest turn ons. Your breathing was rapid now, you could feel yourself getting wetter with each word that left his newly swollen lips. His hand landed on your throat, the gentle pressure making your eyes open. His brows were raised, lips apart, his short curls were wild and he looked like he was carved by angels, even with his palm around your throat.

You just nodded for an answer, fully aware that at this state there was no way you could form a proper sentence.

“Such a brat,” he mumbled under his breath as his hands worked on his trousers, pushing the expensive material down his legs. His hardening cock was covered with a pair of Calvin’s, but the sight alone made your mouth water. Suddenly you were reminded just how good his cock would feel on your tongue, how your hand worked on his shaft as your lips suckled on the sensitive head of his cock. How his hips would thrust forward when you took him down your throat, his hands in your hair, holding it away from your face just so he could watch you making him feel ‘so damn good‘, as Harry would say.

You cleared your throat, your dainty hands landing on his ferns. You looked up at him, your eyes glossier than the moment before and mouth salivating.

“I want to taste you.”

With furrowed brows and the oh so familiar smirk on his lips, he pushed your hands away once again.

“No,” he chuckled.

“Like I said, this is your punishment, remember?”

You groaned and rolled your eyes at him. You wanted, hell, needed to feel him in your mouth. He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Lose the attitude, or I won’t let you suck my cock for a week.”

He dropped to his knees and licked a broad stripe up your slick folds. You gasped, your hands flying straight to his hair. His mouth worked its magic on you, the way he sucked your clit got you seeing stars. His soft tongue lapped up your juices and his groans made your legs shake.

“Oh, God..”

Harry rested his head on your thigh as he sucked on two of his fingers before slowly pushing them inside of your wet pussy. You let out a loud moan when he moved them back and forth against your walls - curling them just at the right spot. He sped up the movement of his digits and his mouth landed on your clit again. He suckled gently, softly nibbling on the sensitive button, watching your body writhe underneath his touch.

He’d told you so many times how he loved to touch you like this, seeing how your body reacted to his touch. Whether it was how your body immediately relaxed when he pulled you in for a hug, or how your back would arch and legs shake when he made you cum.

Your balance was at risk on the back of the sofa when you got closer and closer to your orgasm, your grib on the leather so hard it made your knuckles turn white. Breathless whimpers left your bitten lips when Harry’s other hand came up to massage your breast, flicking his thumb over your pert nipple. He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting the spot which made you curl your toes and delicious moans leave your lips. You felt the lovely tension building up, you were so close,

“That’s enough,” he pulled his fingers out of you and pushed them past his lips.

Your blurry mind took a minute to figure out what was happening and when it did, tears started coating your eyes. You wanted to kick him in the jaw, but the sight of him, chin wet because of you, fingers in his mouth, tasting you - was too much to handle. He stood up then, took your hands and helped you to steady yourself on your wobbly feet. He slipped the Calvin’s down his legs and took a hold of his now straining cock, giving it a few pumps. He looked at you, the need evident on your face. You licked your lips as you watched his hand easily moving up and down on his thick shaft, a dribble of precum leaking from the swollen tip.

“You wanted to have a taste?” he teased, as his hand lifted your chin and his eyes met your glossy ones.

Your tongue wet your lips and you nodded your head at him, barely audible yes’s coming from your eager tongue.

“Too bad,”

He twisted your body and bent you over the back of the sofa. A surprised squeak echoed in the air when his hand smacked against your ass, making the skin there blush.

“I hate you” 

With a light snicker he smacked your backside again,

“Yeah? Care to explain why your cunt is soaking wet then? Why it’s so easy for me to - ahh fuck -” he swiflty entered his hard cock into your needy cunt.

“So easy fo’ me to fuck you, huh?”

Each one of his thrusts were harded than the one before, and your moans only got louder and louder, his hand smacking your ass every now and then - the skin rosy and stinging in the best possible way. His hands wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady as he watched his cock moving in and out of your dripping pussy.

“Ahh, yes”

“Are those moans I’m hearing? You were supposed to hate this, weren’t yeh?”

Once again his hand collided with your ass, the bite of his rings made you bite your lips and your eyes roll back. You could feel your pussy clamping down on Harry’s cock, the girth of him scretched you out so good and you couldn’t help it.

“More,” you managed to rasp out, your throat feeling like the Sahara desert.

The crack of his hand meeting with the skin of your bare ass echoed in the room, making your legs tremble. Harry snaked his arm around you, pulling your body against his. His sweaty chest met your back as the other hand wrapped itself around your throat, the slight pressure mixed with the pace his cock was pounding inside of you made all the colours on the spectrum burst behind your eyelids.

“Cum for me, love. Do it,” his own breath was now faltering, a sign of his own orgasm creeping up. The arm that was around your waist lowered down, two fingers rubbing sloppy circles on your clit, pushing you over the edge.

You felt your body scatter, your legs jello, skin flushed as the delicious tension was released. Your hand flew to the back of Harry’s neck, desperate to have something to hold onto. He was close, his groans, grunts and moans proved that. His thrusts were sloppier now, losing the rhythm a bit but the force was still there.

“Fuck, ahh ‘m gonna cum..”

You scratched the nape of his neck, words of encouragement spilling out from your lips.

“Daddy’s gonna cum for me? Gonna fill me up nicely?”

With the final thrusts and loud grunts, you can feel his hot cum spurting inside of you. One, two, three ribbons later his body relaxed against yours. You just stood there for a moment trying to level your breaths before Harry pulled out. The feeling of emptiness made you wince, but then you could feel the warmth leaking out from your sensitive core.

“Well, would you just look at tha’’ ”  he chuckled at the sight of you standing there, on your wobbly legs, wild hair and flushed cheeks, his cum making your inner thighs glisten.

“Oh shut it, I still hate you.”

I Can’t Let You Go Until I Win

A/N: I really liked what I came up with for Wonwoo in my Seventeen as the mafia, so I decided to turn this into a scenario.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

Summary: Played poker with him once. He lost. Now he wants a rematch but you keep denying his challenge.

Genre: Mafia AU, suggestive

Word count: 1,476

Originally posted by wonwoowho

“Straight flush” you said laying down your cards.

It wasn’t your first time playing, no but you must admit that you get lucky most of the time and tonight was one of these nights. You were the only woman in the room and everyone’s eyes followed you as you took all of their money. Especially the one’s sitting opposite you.

“This can’t be right. I never lose.” the man spoke.

“Well you just did.” you smirked and walked out.

“Hey!” he shouted after you but you decided not to be bothered by him and went to the counter to get the chips exchanged.

“Don’t you ignore me goddammit.” someone grabbed you by the arm.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Keep your hands to yourself.” but he didn’t let go.

“This can’t be right, you must have cheated. I demand a rematch.”

“Are you crazy? I won fair and square, I can’t say the same about you though.”

He seemed surprised by your statement.

“How did you- Never mind that, I can’t lose to you.”

“Why? Because I’m a woman?”

“What? No, you don’t-“

“Is this man bothering you, madam?” a security guard finally came to your rescue.

“No. He. Isn’t.” you said taking your arm out of his grasp. “Right?”

He just looked at you and turned to go.

“We will see each other again.”

▲▼▲▼▲

You were kind of creeped out by what he said and decided not to stay in the casino for any longer than you should. You took the money and went to your car.

“What the hell was his problem.” you thought driving away. You couldn’t sleep well that night, thinking about what happened. You were too tired to make anything for yourself for breakfast and went to the café downstairs to get your coffee.

“The usual.” you said.

“I will take the same thing as the girl.” you turned to your right and saw the man from before leaning on the counter. You were about to say something when he spoke.

“I said we will see each other again.” but you didn’t expect him to actually do it.

“How did you find me?”

“I have my ways.” he smirked. You looked around. You don’t feel safe with him.

“Are you searching for escape routes already? That’s sad, I mean no harm. I just want to talk.”

“Yeah right.” you thought.

“Let’s play.”

“What?”

“I don’t need the money, I will get them back when we have a rematch. I just have to win.”

“Is he serious?” you couldn’t help but start laughing.

“What’s so funny sweetie?” he took your hand. “I’m Wonwoo by the way.”

You looked at your hand in his and quickly pulled it out. You took your coffee and went out the door but he followed.

“Hey don’t be so mean! I just introduced myself. At least tell me your name.”

“I’m sorry I have to go.” you said almost running to your car. You had no intentions of getting friendly with the likes of him. For all you know he could be a stalker or something. You looked at him through your rear view mirror and you could swear you saw him wink at you. You had trouble concentrating in work and couldn’t wait to go home and back to bed. You were about to leave when your co-worker came in your office.

“Y/N there is someone waiting for you at the entrance, he said his name is Wonwoo. Do you know him?”

“What? No no no. This can’t be right.” you thought descending down the stairs. You waited for a while before turning the corner thinking if you should really confront him. He seemed dangerous.

“Are you hiding from me?” he smiled coming up to you.

“What are you doing here? How do you find me?”

“Let’s play.” was the only thing he could say. “Come on, it could be fun.”

“I don’t want to. If I give you the money I won, will you leave me alone?”

“I said I don’t need the money, I need a rematch.” he said looking you in the eyes. Somehow you could tell he wasn’t lying but didn’t want to admit that. You could feel this ending up badly if you said yes, so you decided to ignore him and just go.

“Aish, what’s with that girl. It’s not like I’m asking her to do the impossible.” Wonwoo thought.

“Well you will have to play with me sooner or later.” he said to himself, looking at your ID on his phone screen.

▲▼▲▼▲

Lately he’s been getting on your nerves. You’re not scared anymore, you’re annoyed. He shows up out of nowhere at the most random places and always asks for a rematch. You have no idea how he does that but he’s persistent, you will give him that. You actually found him really handsome and were interested to find more about him but avoided doing so, as practically everything about him said trouble. You sighed and got into your car. You almost spilled you coffee when you noticed him sitting in the back seat.

“Wonwoo!? What the fuck?”

“Ooh you finally called me by my name!”

“Get the hell out of my car.”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“Come on Y/N, let’s play.”

You only thought for a second where he knew your name from as you never mentioned it to him before answering.

“Geez, can’t you get over it already? I’m not playing your stupid game.”

“I didn’t want for it to come to this.” he said and you gulped when you saw how serious and dangerous his face has become.

“We are going to my place.” he said taking his gun out and pointing it at you.  Your eyes widened at the sight of the gun. Relax. It can’t be real.

“Are you seriously threatening me right now?” you asked him, trying to hide your shaking voice. “Get out of the car.” and to your surprise he did but he quickly came up to your side and opened the door.

“I could say the same for you.”

Not wanting to risk anything you got out. He wrapped his arm around your waist.

“We’re going with my car.” he said guiding you to it. It was a very fancy black car and you started thinking that maybe he really doesn’t need your money. You kept silent the whole ride, only glancing at him every so often.

“Look. I’m not going to kill you.” he told parking the car. He seemed to be living in some sort of hotel. He took your hand and went to the elevator. You couldn’t help but be amazed by the luxury in his suite.

“Welcome.” he laughed. “Have a seat.” he said pointing at the armchair near the table. He went to the other room and came back with a suitcase. He opened it and started sorting the poker chips out.

“I never said I will play with you.”

“But you’re here aren’t you?”

“You took me by force.”

“Then I will put this here.” he said setting the gun on the table. “Just in case.” he smirked.

“Ugh, fine. But only this one time and then I hope to never see you again.”

A very genuine smile spread on his face and you tried not to think how cute he looked.

“Finally.” he said.

▲▼▲▼▲

“Full house.” you laid down your cards.

“Fuck!” he shouted, shoving everything off the table. “Why does this keep happening?”

You stood up. It was kind of scary seeing him this pissed.

“Sit down.” he said calmly but you took a few steps back. He looked you in the eyes. “Sit down.  Don’t let me repeat it for the third time.”

He seemed calm but you knew he’s planning something, so you decided to just fuck it and turned around and ran to the door as fast as you can when he grabbed you by the arm and slammed you to the nearby wall. He pinned your hands above your head and leaned in closer, his face just inches away from yours. His eyes were dark and he looked incredibly sexy. You blinked a few times.

“What the hell Y/N?! Don’t let his good looks deceive you.” you thought as he lifted your chin up, so your eyes would meet his.

“What’s your secret? How come I can’t win against you?” you could feel his breath on your skin.

“I played with you as you asked. Now let me go.” you said.

“I can’t do that. I can’t let you go until I win.” he whispered into your ear. Being this close to him was bad but this made you blush like crazy.

“I have another game in mind.” he said pressing his forehead with yours and nibbling your lip. “Strip poker.” he smirked.

Make You Mine

I’ve kind of had a craving for angry, jealous Dean lately… 

Gator @salvachester - this one’s for you <3

You climb out of the back seat, tugging your skirt down self-consciously. Dean is staring at your legs, his jaw clenched, and even Sam swallows hard, then turns away.

“Does it look that bad?” you ask, worried for a moment that maybe you’re not dressed appropriately to be an FBI agent.

Sam clears his throat, and Dean growls out, “You look fine.”

You straighten your jacket, lift your chin, and get into the head space you need, a little condescending, a little no-nonsense, like you’re used to getting what you ask for. Dean gives you one more glance and, looking like he’d like to eat someone, leads the way into the police station.

You and Sam trail Dean to the front desk, standing a step behind and flashing your badges dutifully when the officer on duty asks if he can help you. “What can we do for the FBI?” he asks, just a touch of snark behind his words, and you can almost feel Dean’s thunderous frown. He’s been on edge for days, and this day seems to be a bad one. His temper has been unpredictable, his level of patience almost zero, and you cringe a little internally at what his reaction might be.

“Is your superior officer around? Maybe the big boys should talk,” he snaps, and the officer behind the desk stands up, all six feet and at least four inches of him, maybe even a little taller than Sam.

“Listen, Agent Hetfield. We don’t take kindly to feds coming in and throwing their weight around. If we can help, fine. But don’t go making demands like we owe you. We work for a living around here, too.”

You can almost feel Dean’s chest swelling, his temper ready to blow, and you step forward, one hand on his arm as you push your way in front of him. “Sorry, Officer – Thomas, is it? Please forgive my partner, this case has him a little wired.” You turn to look up at Dean, your lips tight as you speak to him in a pleasant voice, aware that he will hear the anger beneath. “Agent Hetfield, Agent Hammett, why don’t you go get that coffee we were talking about? I’ll get what we need here and meet you outside.” You narrow your eyes at him, the threat behind them clear.

“Yeah. Why don’t we just do that,” he grinds out, giving a curt nod to the officer and turning on his heel to stalk to the door, flinging it open without a pause. Sam smiles politely, then turns to follow him.

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