Author: an-obrienhoe Pairing: Non-famous Dylan O'Brien/Reader Disclaimer: This is my first smut/imagination I’ve ever written. My grammar is complete shit, but I’m working on it. Be prepared to cringe. You have been warned. Also, this may me kind of hard to follow and I’m sorry for that :( I’m not 100% confident in this but I’m 100% confident that I will get better at this the more I write! Please just stick with me through this process :))
Warnings: smutty smut, swearing
There he was, in all his glory. He was leaning against the wall talking to someone I couldn’t care less about. All I cared about was him and how hot he looked. Black t-shirt clinging to his body in all the right places. Khaki pants hanging deliciously low on his hips. That stupid Mets hat he had worn every other time I’d seen him. Dylan was hot and he knew it. Him and all his hotness was all I’ve been able to think about since we’ve met.
“God you’re so hot.” He breathed against my lips. His hands were gripping tightly at my hips, keeping me flush against him and the wall. A moan rumbled in his chest when I pulled at the roots of his hair.
“Dylan. My names Dylan.” But I already knew that. His words were rushed, our intense kissing causing a lack of breath. I struggled to tell him my name as his lips traveled across my jawline and down my neck. His hands were rough against my smooth skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he bunched my tight, red dress around my hips.
“Are we really going to do this here?” I asked, the realization that we were in a hallway secluded from the party but anyone who came down here would be able to tell what’s happening.
“How about we take it to my place?” This sounded like a much better idea. I nodded my head and pulled my dress back down as he lead me out the hallway to the front of the house. We were so close to the door, so close to taking this ‘party’ somewhere else whenever Dylan’s name was called. He turned around to meet a tan boy with brown hair. God damn, all the fine men are bred in this town. They conversed for a few minutes before Dylan turned to me with a mad expression on his face.
“Sorry princess, but I have to leave…” I couldn’t focus on his reason as to why he had to leave because the ache between my thighs was so prominent. I was snapped back to reality whenever his phone was put into my vision. A contact with my name, him waiting for me to put my digits in. I took the phone and put the numbers in before saving the contact.
“I’ll call you soon so we can finish what was started.” He gave me a quick, but hot kiss on my lips before he walked out the front door with the boy from earlier.
That was on of the many times Dylan and I had crossed paths, but for some reason we never got to finish what was started. Each time he promised to call or text whenever he was free to do something, but that never happened. I was pissed he never lived up to his promises because he was a sex god and looked like he’d be so good in bed, but I would never reach out to him because I don’t want to come off as desperate as I probably am.
I stood at the alcohol table with my back faced the majority of the crowd, mixing a drink that I’ll probably regret later. My plan wasn’t to get drunk, but who knows what the night has in store?
Hands roamed along my backside and forward to wrap around my torso, a head resting on my shoulder. I knew it was him because of the way my body reacted to his touch. Where his hands were and had been left a burning sensation, an ache forming between my legs.
“Hey princess.” He whispered in my ear before taking my earlobe between his teeth and biting gently. Goosebumps arose all over my skin as he lightly grazed his lips along my neck and collarbone. I remained silent and tried to not relax into his body. I was not going to get lured into his trap just for him to have to leave again.
I slipped away from his grip and walked toward the kitchen to find some ice for this room temp drink, but mostly to get away from him. He was more intoxicating then any drink I could ever make. Just being in his presence made my mind go foggy and my body buzz.
He appeared back into my line of vision whenever I turned away from the freezer. His eyes were burning holes into me as he stared at me, but I wouldn’t look up to meet his gaze. His footsteps could barely be heard over the music as he sauntered towards me. A hand gripped my chin and tilted it forward so our eyes would meet. He studied my face for a few moments before he finally spoke. “Is there a reason you're ignoring me?” I just looked at him blankly for a few seconds before answering.
“Yes.” He looked a little taken back by my response. His hand left my chin as it ran through his hair. “And why would that be sweetheart?” He was such an ass and so cocky, but it was turning me on so much.
“Well where do I start Dylan?” I rambled on and on about why I was ignoring him. The whole time he just stood there, that sexy smirk plastered on his face. After I was out of breath from the rant I just went on, I leaned against the counter opposite from him.
Dylan tilted his head to the side and ran his tongue across his teeth before his sexy smirk was plastered on his face for the umpteenth time tonight.His eyes raked over my body before he spoke.
“Are you finished?”
His words shocked me. Did I really just say all that shit just for him to ask me if I was finished? Now I was livid. “Yes.” I said through my gritted teeth. Dylan pushed himself off the counter and within two long strides he was in front of me with his hands on either side of my head, caging me in. I took my bottom lip in between my teeth as his eyes bored into mine. His eyes then trained on my lip before his hand came down and his thumb swiped across it to release it from my teeth.
“How about we finish what should’ve been finished awhile ago?” He whispered seductively, his lips going to work on my neck again as one of his hands snuck around my body to squeeze my butt. I shook my head yes, afraid that my voice would betray me because of how good it felt to have his hands on me again. He removed his hands from my body and laced his fingers with mine as he walked towards the front doors of the house.
We didn’t say anything as we made the journey to his car. The tension was palpable, but we both stayed quiet. Whenever we reached his car, he opened the passenger door then walked around to the driver’s side and slid into the seat.
The car roared to life and he pulled out of his spot and started driving down the street. One of his hands had a tight grip on my thigh while the other’s knuckles were turning white because of how hard he was gripping the steering wheel, The hand on my thigh was massaging the skin gently, slowly moving towards my core.
The car came to a halt as the traffic light turned red. Dylan turned to face me, his hand finally coming in direct contact with my heat. “No panties?” The expression he wore on his face was a mix between shock and lust. “No panties.” I stated and bit my lip. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”
The car accelerated again as the light turned green. With a newfound feeling of confidence, I placed my hand on his growing bulge and began to palm him through his khakis. For a second his eyes closed and his head tilted back in pleasure. “Better pay attention to the road, baby.” I whispered as seductively as I could while I kissed along his jaw. “Fuck.” His response made me smirk and just encouraged me to continue.
His hand that was on my thigh left and joined the other one in gripping the steering wheel. I continued to palm him through his pants until he gripped my wrist and yanked my hand away from him. “If you don’t stop I will cum in my pants.” I sank back into my seat in triumph.
Luckily we pulled into the driveway of his house, I’m assuming, a few seconds later. He hopped out the car and came to my side of the car to open the door for me. When I got out of the car, I was pushed up against it and was trapped between it and Dylan’s body flush against mine. “I haven’t kissed you yet.” It sounded more like a statement to himself, but he said it loud enough for me to her. His lips molded into mine while my hands tangled into his hair, pulling at the roots. A moan virbrated through his chest but was silenced by my lips on his.
“Dylan, take me inside please.”
His grip on my waist was released before he took my hand in his and lead me inside. The house was dark, but Dylan had no problem navigating to his desired destination. He ushered me into a room; the walls were decorated with a few picture frames and posters, the bed not made.
“I’ll take my time with you later, but ,” he took a step toward me and I took one back. “Right now,” he took another step towards me and my back hit the door, “I’m going to fuck you senseless.” His lips came down onto mine as his hands went to work on ridding me of my dress and, leaving me in my heels and bra. He took a step back and let his eyes rake over my body, suddenly making me feel self conscious.
He bent down in front of me and took off my heels. I was now almost completely naked and he still had all of his clothes on, expect his shoes that were taken off by the front door. “You’re wearing too much.” My voice was raspy for some unknown reason, but it made me sound like I have more confidence than I actually do.
“Mhm, you’re right baby girl. Mind helping me fix that?” His voice was so hot, so sexy; he was so hot and so sexy. My hands gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it off his body. I dropped to my knees in front of him, a moan coming from Dylan at the sight. I popped the button of his jeans, puling both his pants and boxers down slowly. My hands massaged up his legs gently and a little too slowly for his taste as he groaned impatiently above me.
My hand stroked his member a few times before my tongue licked a stripe along his vein from base to tip. His hands tangled in my hair, gently guiding my mouth on his member. The sounds coming from him encouraged me to take more of him in my mouth, his tip touching the back of my throat. My nose was buried in the dark hair at the base whenever he removed my mouth off of him and pulled me to a standing position. He was breathless, face and neck flushed, and there was a slight sweat on his temples and chest.
He gripped the back of my thighs and mumbled for me to jump as his lips went to work on my collarbone. I complied and was soon dropped onto the bed, my hair splaying in all different directions. He starred at me for a few moments before he went digging in the pocket of his pants that were lying on the floor. After a few seconds he took out a foil packet and set it down on the nightstand next to the bed.
His eyes met mine as his hands trailed up my body. Hands were rough against my smooth back as he went to work on the clasp of my bra before sliding the straps down my arms and throwing the article of clothing somewhere in the room. He showed attention to both my breast attention; the left one with his large hand and the right with his lips attached to the pink bud. The pleasure elicited a moan from me and made my back arch up towards the ceiling and into his touch.
“As much as I enjoy this,” I wriggled out from beneath him and grabbed the condom from the night stand and Dylan sat up on his knees, “I really need you to fuck me.” I pushed the foil packet into his chest and I swear I could hear his breath hitch at my words.
“Yo- you can’t just say st-stuff like that and expect me to no- not cum right then and there.” he stumbled over his words as he tore the foil packet open and slid the condom down his member. Anticipation coursed through my veins as Dylan slotted himself between my thighs and lifted my leg up to rest on his chest.
“Are you ready?” The cockiness that usually filled his demeanor was now replaced with sincerity. I met his gaze and shook my head, waiting for him to slide into me.
A moan sounded from both of us as he slid his length into me entirely and stilled so I could adjust his size. After a couple of moments I opened my eyes and nodded from him to move. He slid out of my entirely and rammed back in, automatically setting a fast and hard rhythm.
My head rolled back into the pillows from the pleasure that was coursing through my body and bringing me closer to the edge. “Open your eyes for me, baby girl.” Dylan grunted from above me and I slowly picked my head up to open my eyes for him. Whenever our eyes met his hips bucked into mine so hard I’m sure they will bruise. “Fuck you’re so sexy. I’m-oh fuck- close baby.” I nodded my head in agreement, feeling my orgasm approaching quickly.
As soon as his thumb made contact with my clit, my orgasm washed over my like a tidal wave and I screamed his name. The shouting of his name and clenching around him was all it took for my name to leave Dylan’s mouth and him to release into the condom.
His thrust got sloppy as we both rode out our highs. He pulled out of me and exited the room for a minute before coming back in a fresh pair of boxers and plopping down on the bed next to me. I got up and was almost out of the bed, expecting to just get dressed and leave, whenever grabbed my wrist and his amber eyes meet mine, confusion etched all over his face. “Where are you going?”
“I was going to get dressed and leave. I figured you wanted this to just be a one time thing.” Dylan let go of my wrist and sat up to come face-to-face with me. “What? Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know. I guess because you never called or anythin-”
“Oh baby,” he cupped my face and pulled me in closer to him, “I was scared. You’re Y/N. Sweet, smart, and unbelievably sexy, and everyone in this town knows it. I would get a surge of confidence for a few minutes then it would go away and I would talk myself down. I didn’t think you would want to hookup with me.” He mumbled the last part and broke our gaze. I know who Dylan is and he obviously knew who I was, but we weren’t in the same crowd. I giggled at the thought of both of us reading the situation completely wrong. His head snapped up at the sound of my laugh and he opened is mouth to question what was so funny, but I cut him off by placing my lips on his. This kiss wasn’t like the ones we’d shared earlier; this one was slow and passionate.
He broke away from the kiss, both of us breathless. “So, you’ll stay?” I giggled again and pressed my lips to his. “I would love to.”
Feedback and requests are always welcomed, wanted, and needed!
(I’ve decided to put the prompts in the end from now on so it’s not like a spoiler or anything)
WARNING: This chapter as you can see in the name, deals with temptation, meaning that Sana will doubt her limits for a moment. I can promise you (even if this is a spoiler to the chapter) that nothing will happen between them because I respect Sana’s limits so much and I would never write something against those limits but I thought that she, as any girl in her situation, could doubt it for a moment but then choose not to act on those thoughts. I’ve written this with all my respect and I seriously hope that this doesn’t upset anyone in anyway. If you don’t want to read this chapter I’ll totally understand it. And I’m really really sorry if this upsets anyone.
Also, this is set around two years after they get together.
Chapter 11: Temptation
looked at her watch anticipating the moment. He was always the one giving her
surprises but this time it was her turn.
finished classes earlier than expected and since her university was pretty
close to Yousef’s work she had decided to give him a surprise and ask him to go
to have lunch together, he was finishing in a few minutes anyway so he would be
entered the kindergarten and looked around trying to find him. She spotted him
in the back of the room circled by kids. She approached him but stopped behind
two girls, one blonde and one brunette, who seemed about her age. They were
standing there, a few meters from Yousef, and they were totally checking him
“How can he be so hot?” the blonde told her friend
“I know!! He’s so attractive”
“And the way he’s with kids? Like my little sister is always talking
“Mine too! She’s always saying that her teacher Yousef is the best, and
I mean I don’t blame her” the brunette said
“I love when my mom asks me to come and pick Emmelie from here because I
mean, look at him” the blonde girl squealed
“Listen, I don’t even wait for my mom to ask me to come, I’m always
offering to pick up Lea” the brunette chuckled
“Huh, I’m going to start to do that too”
“Have you ever talked to him, though?”
not really, like only “hi” and “have a good day” things like that. But he’s
always so polite and cute and well, hot!”
“Same with me. Do you think he has a girlfriend?”
“I really hope not”
“Are you going to ask him out or something?”
“I might…he drives me crazy!”
couldn’t bear to hear those things anymore. It was time she showed those girls
who she was. She walked past them shoving the blonde’s shoulder slightly.
she called him with a lovely voice
up and Sana could swear that his smiled lit up the room. He said something to
the kids and started to walk towards her.
“What are you doing here?”
leaned in to give her a kiss on her cheek. Sana took the chance and wrapped her
arms around his neck to hug him catching him off guard. It wasn’t like Yousef
was going to say no to a hug from Sana so he instantly wrapped his arms around
her waist pulling her closer. She pulled apart after a moment resting her hands
on his chest.
“I ended early and wanted to give you a surprise.” She said kissing his cheek “Want
to have lunch together?”
“Uh, yes of course!” he said grinning
she said giving him another kiss on his other cheek
“Wow, what’s with you today?” he asked chuckling
“What? Can’t I be happy to see my boyfriend?” she said emphasizing the last word.
“Of course you can, babe” he said kissing her forehead “Okay,
I’m out in ten minutes. Can you wait here?”
nodded with a huge smile.
“See you in a bit boyfriend” she almost yelled.
turned around to look at the girls with a smug smile. The girls looked at her
with a disgusted face, took their sisters hands and left the building without a
she heard Yousef calling
turned around biting her lip, he was supposed to have gone.
“Did you scared those girls off?” he asked raising his eyebrow at her
“Wait a minute, is that why you were acting like that? You were trying
to what? Mark your territory?”
titled his head and glared at her
“They were calling you hot!” she whined
“Oh my god, this is the best day of my life. Sana Bakkoush is jealous” he said laughing
“No. I’m not jealous, I’m…protective”
“Sure you are” he chuckled “Okay Miss protective, I’m going to get my things and I’ll be back in a
minute try not to kill any girl while I’m gone”
rolled her eyes at him and crossed her arms on her chest. She wasn’t jealous
but those girls need to know not to mess with her boyfriend.
“You have to come more often to the kindergarten, especially if there
are girls there. You were really lovely with me” Yousef said a few hours later as
they cuddled on Sana’s couch
“It wasn’t because of the girls” she said patting him on the chest.
his arm around her shoulder and she was resting her head on his chest.
“Seriously. Do you think I don’t want to be…you know…touchy…with you? ‘Cause
I do, I just choose not to”
“That’s not what I meant” he said squeezing her shoulder
say anything and looked at the floor
“Hey, look at me” he said
looked up with her head still on his chest.
“I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant”
nodded but kept looking at him. She took a moment to just focus on every inch
of his face. She swallowed really hard, trying to keep her mind straight but
him being so close wasn’t making it easy. She knew she should be backing off
but instead she found herself pulling herself up leaning a little closer.
but she wasn’t listening she was focusing on his lips, his beautiful lips. She moved
a little closer, only a few inches were keeping them apart now.
he warned her
looked from his lips to his eyes and saw a mix of lust and concern which seemed
contradictory but made total sense to her. She bit her lip and looked at his
she shook her head, she couldn’t do it. She backed off abruptly and sat on the
other side of the couch.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I can’t, I just can’t” she said as she covered her face
with her hands
“Sana, it’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry” he tried to calm her but she was
already freaking out.
“I can’t, I can’t” she kept saying, tears rolling down her face and wetting her hands.
“Hey, hey, Sana” he stood up and walked to her, crouching in front of her. “Sana…”
her hands gently and pulled them away from her face.
“Sana, it’s okay”
“It’s…it’s not that I don’t want to kiss you…but I can’t…I made a promise to
myself and I want to stick to it, I’m sorry…” she said between sobs
“Stop apologizing. I know your boundaries and I respect them, you know
that. I’m not here for that stuff”
“But we’ve been dating for two years now and you…you will want to…and I
won’t…and you will get tired of me. You will. You will find another girl who…who
can give you what you want…like the girls from today”
“Wait. Is that what this is about? Those girls?”
“No, it’s not that…but it reminded me of this…”
“Sana I will never get tired of you okay? You are what I want, no one
“You don’t know that”
“Okay, that’s it. Come here” he said standing up and holding her hand.
him get her on her feet and guide her around her house till they reached the
bathroom. Yousef opened the door, turned the light on and placed Sana in front
of the mirror, him standing right behind her.
“Look at that mirror and tell me what you see” he said
“I see a girl who is a mess” she said sniffling.
“Okay, you want to know what I see?” he said looking at her eyes on the mirror. “I
see the girl I love, I see the love of my life, I see my soulmate, I see the
only girl I’ve ever wanted and the only girl I’ll ever want, I see the only
person who can give me what I want and what I need and you want to know what
that is? It’s her heart.” He put his hands on her shoulders and turned
her around to look at him “I don’t want anything else from you Sana,
only your love, only your time, only your smile. That’s it. I will never, ever,
get tired of you. I love you, just the way you are, with your limits, with your
boundaries, with your faith, with your thoughts because that’s what makes you
the girl you are, the girl I fell in love with and I wouldn’t change that girl
for anything. So please, don’t ever think again that you’re not enough for me,
because you’re everything to me. Understood?”
She looked at him still taken aback from what
he had said and nodded.
“Good. Come here” he said pulling her into a hug
“You didn’t need to get that dramatic, this is not a Nicholas Sparks
mumbled against his chest
“Says the girl who’s crying” he chuckled.
away and wiped the tears from her face.
“I love you” he said looking at her tenderly
“I love you” she repeated.
Hey! I would really like to see some jealous Sana who marks her territory, like a girl starts flirting with Yousef and Sana, who’s relatively shy about their relationship, acts on it and says or does something… I don’t know if I’m explaining myself, sorry but English is not my first language. Hope you decide to write it!”
Hey I don’t know if this is something you could write in your multichapter or it’d be better on its own but could you maybe write about Sana going to Yousef’s place of work (the kindergarten) and seeing that a lot of women are gushing about him so she takes the matter into her hands to shut those women up (because she’s “just a bit” jealous…”
“I really want a prompt of yousana almost kissing/sex. I know u don’t want to write it, and I understand cuz I’m in the same place as Sana!! But just ignoring it is unrealistic, I often WANT to do stuff but CHOOSE not to. So I think a prompt of yousef or sana maybe getting a bit carried away and then remembering would be really great and relatable! I just mean, I want to see some lust!! You know? We shy, “ no sex before marriage” girls feel those burning feelings too we just don’t act on them.”
This is it
I hope you’ve liked it and again I really really hope that this isn’t disrespectful in anyway because I promise that wasn’t my intention
Summary: Mutants have just been introduced into the world and people still aren’t sure what to make of them. Y/n finds themselves as one of these dangerous mutants, but they can’t control anything they do. With their power slowly growing it’s become harder to control, and the people of Riverdale start to notice. Desperate, they turn to their closest friend, Jughead Jones. As their power manifests so does something between them and Jughead.
((This is not a request. This is just something I decided to put together because I realized that I hadn’t done anything for Seungcheol in a while. Also, this is dedicated to my beautiful curly-haired, plus-sized, women of color who are K-Pop fans, but don’t really get any representation in scenarios or imagines. We deserve love, too, ladies! More of these will be coming, ya’ll. Stay tuned!))
Genre: Fluff/The barest hint of angst
Word Count: 7,521 (Apparently I go hard for the leader)
Summary: Summer days were on the verge of murdering you, but Seungcheol had a way of making it all better. All he wants in return is for you to be happy…to believe his confession…and to say yes.
Requested:Anonymous asked - are you able to write a chuck x reader when reader is finally introduced to God by the Winchesters and reader blurts out loud that he’s sexy or some shit and maybe chuck starts to flirt with them? :D xx
Warning: swearing, mind reading, dirty talk, fluff
A/N: This takes place kind of with S11E21 “All in the Family.” Just after Chuck teleports the boys back to the Bunker and before they save Casifer. None of this will probably even fit in with the episode, but just go with it.
Also, I’m just going to make Reader a Winchester, because it was easier to write it that way. Plus, I became lazy towards the end, so sorry if it’s shit :(
The starting of Metallica’s Nothing Else Matters played in
the background, silencing the rumble of the Impala’s engine. You hands
absentmindedly tapped against your thighs to the beat of the drum, the lyrics leaving
your mouth as you sung along quietly. Your gaze was stuck on the passing of
trees outside the window, your hearing trained on the music and blocking the
quiet conversation that blossomed between your older brothers, Sam and Dean.
They both had picked you up from a hunt over in Manhattan.
It had surprised you when you returned to your motel room to see the two
brothers sitting on the edge of the bed. It confused you; you never thought you’d
see them again – not for another few months at least. You had left them back in
Lebanon to continue on hunting alone for a few months, in hopes of a break
somewhere along the line.
Your confusion was soon settled and you seemed to get your
break three weeks into hunting solo when the boys said that they had someone
important for you to meet.
“Mind telling me who this important person is?” You’d ask. But
your question was never answered. Instead, the two brothers continued to drive
quickly back to Lebanon, where the so called important person awaited.
You were snapped out of your trance when the music stopped
and Dean turned the engine off. You knew you were at the Bunker; you had been
here multiple times. It wasn’t new to you. Sam was the first to get out and
open the back door for you, allowing you to step out and stretch your aching
muscles. Sam laughed at the small sound you made when you stretched, feeling
your body ease with the release of tension.
Dean had already grabbed your bags and taken them to the
guest room. Sam smiled at you before leading you through the bunker towards the
Library, or as Dean liked to call it, the Batcave. You looked around the War
Room, the main space, always amazed at how the building was still in mint condition.
Your fingers grazed over the table that illuminated the world map.
God, I missed this
place and it had only been three weeks since I was last here, you sighed at
“You hungry?” Sam asked, looking over at you.
You nodded in reply, walking into the Library. You ran your
fingers along the tidy shelves that consisted of many books, becoming engrossed
with the titles on each spine. Sam had obviously used his spare time to reorganize
the book to a more orderly form.
As you sauntered across the room, you hadn’t noticed that
Sam had return with your food and another person, until he coughed to grab your
attention. You turned to look at him holding a plate of ham and salad sandwiches,
before dropping your gaze to the man behind him. The man had facial hair that
had slightly hidden his sculptured jaw, but you could tell he had a jaw that
was sharp enough to cut. You held back a moan when he smiled politely at you,
his grin making him twice as sexy as he already was.
“Y/N, this is Chuck,” Sam placed your food on the Library
You heard him speak, but didn’t bother to reply. Instead,
you walked over the man, now named Chuck, and studied his appearance. He looked
like a normal citizen, leaving you questioning why he was so important that
they had to drag your ass back to Lebanon. Now that you were up close to him,
you had noticed that he had bright blue eyes that were to die for.
Oh my, God! He’s hot,
you gushed inwardly.
“Well, hello Chuck,” you smirked, “wouldn’t mind if I got
your number, right?”
Chuck’s eyes widen as he glanced at Sam, but all Sam could
do was attempt to hold in his laugh as he watched you flirt with the man in
front of you. The man that you had no clue was God.
“I-I,” Chuck stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck
You noticed something move from behind Chuck and seen Dean
bring his hand to his throat, gesturing at you to stop flirting with the poor
man. He came closer and stood beside Chuck, smiling at him, before narrowing
his eyes at you.
“Have some respect Y/N,” Dean retorted, earning a chuckle
from Sam. Okay, who the fuck is this man?
“Am I not allowed to flirt with an incredibly hot man?” Y/N
argued, crossing her arms over her chest.
You and Dean were now having a stare down as you both glared
at each other. He could be so damn rude most times. And too protective. Utterly
annoyed at your elder sibling, you rolled your eyes and looked back at Chuck.
You smiled kindly at the man. Who had smiled in return.
“I don’t think it’s appropriate to flirt with God, Y/N,” Sam
stifled another laugh.
You looked at Sam and then at Dean, before gawking at Chuck.
Bullshit, you thought, this isn’t God! This man is someone who I
would fuck the living shit out of if these two assholes weren’t here.
“He proved it, Y/N/N,” Dean spoke softly, “Kevin confirmed
Your ears perked at the mention of Kevin. You had missed him
like crazy. The both of you had grown close and eventually the best of friends.
You both shared the same interests, and the feeling he brought when you were
around him left you at ease. It made you sad just hearing his name, wanting
nothing more than for him to be here again.
Glancing over at Dean, you had seen that he was already
looking at you with sympathy. You hated when he looked at you like that.
“I don’t remember reading the part in the Bible stating that
God was an attractive man,” you replied, putting on a smile to convince your
brother that you were okay.
Chuck, by now, was as red as a tomato. He kept hearing your
thoughts, and wanted nothing more than to take you up on your offer. He had
lived long enough on Earth to have experienced many things; dating men and
women, having sex, doing things a normal human being would. He’d be lying if he
said you weren’t at all an attractive woman. Because you were. You were
“I’m not, honestly. But I-I,” Chuck blushed furiously, “I’ll
take you up on your offer.”
This left the two brothers confused but you smirked when you
realized that he could hear your thoughts. You could have fun with this. So, God, maybe you should shave your face so
I have somewhere comfortable to sit tonight, you giggled, watching as a
smirk appeared on his face at your thoughts.
“I’ll see you later
tonight, cleanly shaven,” he sauntered closer to you. Your breathing had
hitched, as you could feel his breath from where he stood a couple of inches away
from your body.
By now, the two men had caught on to your little game. Dean
looking at you with disgust before yelling, “Are you fucking seriously praying dirty
thoughts to God?” His statement had erupted laughs between you, Sam and Chuck.
Dean continued to look at you with disgust, as he shook his head and walked out
of the room.
Sam took that as his cue to leave as well, giving you a
quick hug and a light kiss to the forehead before heading off to his room. You
stayed put in front of Chuck, looking at him. He was looking back at you; a
soft smile adorned his face.
“I guess I’ll see you later,” he chuckled, “be ready.”
I can’t believe I’m
going to ride God’s face, you inwardly moaned at the image that flooded
“I can’t wait to have you on my face,” Chuck smirked before
taking off towards his room, readying himself for the events that are to
Fuck me, you
thought, earning a shout from Chuck, “Later!”
A/N: I don’t write a lot, and this was also written impulsively so sorry if it sucks ass.
Spencer groaned, and threw his messenger bag on the ground. He had just come home from an exhausting case. They’d stayed in Philadelphia much longer than expected. Oddly enough, Spencer found himself not tired like he usually was after a long case. He briefly considered calling up some of the team to hang out, but eyed the clock, which read 11:00 PM, and decided the time was likely unconventional for making plans.
Ugh, maybe he shouldn’t have drank 5 cups of coffee on the jet. He looked around his apartment for things he could do to kill time. He looked down at his coffee table, and his eyes caught a DVD that JJ had bought him for his birthday, “Doctor Who: The Complete Series”. It went along perfectly with the DVD player that Morgan had bought him, in a rather insulting manner: “Come on old man, even my grandma doesn’t own a VHS player.”
It was true, Spencer much preferred his VHS player, more traditional, but for the first time the DVD player had come to use, which intrigued him. He walked over to his television set and inserted the disc into the player, and strolled over to his kitchen. He looked for some food or drinks to go along with his Who marathon, but frowned as he opened the refrigerator. There was nothing but an apple and a case of vodka. With the long hours at work, he neglected to go grocery shopping. However, his limited options gave him an idea, he grabbed the case of vodka along with some little Dixie cups he had in his drawers. He sat himself down on the couch, penning some words onto his notepad.
“Drink every time you see a Tardis.”
“Drink every time the Doctor says ‘what?”
“Drink every time the Doctor says a catchphrase.”
“Take a DOUBLE SHOT when something sad happens.”
“TAKE a DOUBLE SHOT whenever trouble strikes.”
“Take a TRIPLE SHOT whenever music from the soundtrack plays.”
Spencer stared at the list momentarily, making sure he actually wanted to do this. He was usually never one for drinking, but alas the boredom got to him. After pondering for a minute, he nodded to himself. He poured vodka into all the mini cups and then he pressed play on the remote. The show immediately opened up to the theme song. Shit. Did that count as part of the soundtrack? Eh, fuck it. He leaned over and downed three cups of the vodka, wincing at the taste. Spencer had always considered himself more of a scotch person. The theme song then displayed a flying Tardis. Not even a minute in, and he was at four shots. It was going to be a long night.
* * * *
Spencer had finished half of a season, and needless to say, he was sloshed. As the Tenth Doctor uttered the words, “I’m so sorry”, Spencer fumbled for another shot. He reached for a cup, but noticed it was empty. In fact, they all were. He looked over to his case of vodka, he’d managed to go through all three bottles. Well, two and a half. He shrugged and supposed it meant game over. He eyed the clock, which read 3:32 AM. Despite how late it was, he still found himself not tired. What else could he do to kill the boredom? His eyes then lit up as he digged his phone out of his pocket.
He called up the second number on his speed dial. After 4 rings, it went to message, which he gladly left.
“Jeeeeeennnniffffffeeer. I neeeed you nowww pleaseee it’s urgent ugent urgent,” he slurred.
With that, he continued looking through his numbers. His next drunk dial victim was his boyfriend Luke, who he had secretly been dating for quite some time. Unlike JJ, Luke answered the phone.
“Helllllllloooooooooo sexy,” Spencer exclaimed.
Luke chuckled slightly, “Babe, are you drunk?”
“Nooooooo youuuu’ree drunk!”
“Fucking hell,” Luke grunted.
“Who is this hell?” Reid inquired.
“Excuse me?” Luke asked with confusion.
“You said fucking hell. I thought you were fucking me.”
God he was out of it. Holding back his laughter, Luke replied, “don’t worry, I am fucking you. No one else. I promise. I love you.”
“I love you toooooooooo sooooo muchhh,” Reid sang.
“Okay, I’m going back to bed now. Please don’t do anything stupid, and drink plenty of water,” Luke ordered.
“Byeeeeeeeeee,” Reid said before he hung up, seemingly ignoring his boyfriend’s advice.
As soon as he hung up, his phone started to ring. It was JJ. He picked up immediately.
“Spence, what the hell? You left me a message saying it was urgent. Is everything okay?” she sounded exasperated.
“Lemme tell you, Jennifer Love Hewitt. I am morrreeee than fine. I am finner than a chilled wineeee,”
It didn’t take JJ too long to realize he had just been drinking. She rubbed her temples before speaking again, “Okay is there something you ne-
“Jenniferr, lemme tell you. statistical facts show 51% of marriages end in divorce. Or murder. So, I just wanna let you know I’ll always be theree for Will.”
“Oh - um I’ll let him know that,” JJ nodded.
“Thank you, I know I can alwaysss count on YOU JJ,” he practically shouted.
“Bye, Spence,” JJ smiled.
The line cut off, and once again, Reid wasted no time picking someone else to call. He pressed a number on the screen and he listened to the ring. It went to message. Just as usual, that did not stop him from expressing his emotions.
“HEY PENNY, I’M WATCHING DOCTOR WHO I WISH YOU WERE HERE OH MY GOD TENTH DOCTOR IS SO HOT I AM BISEXUAL AS FUCK YO,”
With that he ended the message. After all those calls, Spencer found himself dozing off. He laid his phone on the coffee table, laid his head on the edge of the sofa, and fell into a slumber.
* * * *
His eyes weren’t open, yet he see how bright it was in the room. Oh god, what was that feeling? His stomach and headache hurt so bad. Spencer opened his eyes slightly, turning over to the empty vodka bottles on his table. Oh shit, this was a hangover.
“Oh, look who’s up,” a familiar voice called from the kitchen, it was JJ.
“Aw, he had a nice rest,” Garcia beamed.
Spencer shifted himself up so he was in sitting position, “What are you guys doing here?”
“Well, you drunk dialed us last night, and we figured we would be part of the ‘Hangover Cure Crew’,” Luke chuckled.
Garcia rolled her eyes, “Newbie, it’s Hangover Cure Squad.”
“Yeah, well I like mine better,” he retorted.
JJ groaned, “I’ve been putting up with these two’s bickering for the past hour,”
Spencer chuckled, grabbing his head slightly. “What’s that by the way?” He pointed to a plate of something that smelled heavenly.
“Well, see, these two were arguing over whether you would want strawberry waffles or chocolate chip pancakes, so they ended up making both,” JJ explained. “As for me, I made the Spencer Reid classic: sugar with some coffee. With some Advil too.”
Spencer smiled as JJ handed him the warm cup of coffee. Garcia and Luke also walked over, fighting for the plate of food. The two fidgeted so much, they almost dropped it. With much struggle, it eventually ended up on the table next to his cup of coffee.
“Thank you so much guys,” Spencer smiled at all of them.
“Oh, it’s the least we could do for all the entertainment you provided us last night,” Garcia laughed.
“Well, look, we’ve all got plans for the rest of the day, so we’ll be heading out now. Hope you feel better,” JJ smiled, walking towards the door.
As Garcia and JJ walked to the door, Luke knelt down next to him, “Okay, babe I gotta go,” he kissed Spencer on the cheek.
Luke turned around. JJ and Garcia could not believe what they’d just witnessed, their jaws dropped to the floor. In panic, Luke turned to Reid, who met him with a look of, “Nice Going Asshole”.
Cat was out of the bag. Shit.
Omg this was soooo much fun to write. I got the inspo to write this from an ask@reidoneshots answered.
Some people I think who wanted to read it, so I’ll tag y’all:
author’s note: y’all said you wanted this, so here it is! it’s kinda long. *pretend this is set in an alternate universe where rafinha isn’t injured :-(* i hope you guys like it, let me know what you think :-)
“I bought a ring last week.”
Rafinha’s statement is out of the blue, but at this point he just needs to tell someone – he’s been carrying the little diamond ring with him ever since he bought it because he’s too scared to let it out of his sight.
So that’s why the engagement ring is currently sitting in his locker in Camp Nou, while the players head onto the pitch to warm up before the start of another El Clasico.
*A/N: Inspired by listening to Or Nah by the Weeknd at 2am when I was chock full of Jackson feels. I edited it a bit to make it a bit more appropriate for tumblr. I recommend you listen to Or Nah while you read to get the feels going.