my skin is slowly clearing up

Heart on the Line (part 4)


You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU

author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1433
warnings: phone sex

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Part of Your World

Summary: Y/N is a Hydra agent wishing for nothing more than to get out of the world she’s always known.

AN: i’m just a hoe for anything disney tbh and this is lowkey little mermaid inspired lol

Peter Parker x Hydra!Reader

// Masterlist //

Originally posted by fandomnationwhore

My fist connected with my sparring partner’s gut. He folded over in pain. I swiftly kicked his shins, knocking him down on the mat. Taking advantage of my partner’s pained state, I straddled his waist and placed an arm on his neck to hold him down. My other arm raised above me, fist ready to deliver what would be a fatal blow.

“Finish him, Y/N.” My mother’s cold voice commanded me.

I hesitated. Even though this was just practice, I couldn’t bring myself to hurt someone. My partner took my hesitation as an opening to flip us over and pin me to the ground. I wriggled underneath his hold and tried to kick him off me but failed.

“Stop.” My mother said. The man got off me and I pushed myself off the floor. “I don’t appreciate weakness, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry.” I wiped the sweat off my brow.

“You need to learn to let go of whatever’s holding you back. Hydra is almost ready to rise from the ashes and it needs us, needs you, to be prepared.”

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Used to This - Part V

Overview: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?

Characters: Dean, Reader

Word Count: 2,434

Warnings: mild language, Dean snuggles, fluff, sassy arguments, weighted decisions, an ending where some of you might scream at me for more and I’ll just smile and wave for the time being

A/N: This is the last “official” part. I keep putting ‘official’ in quotes because I’ve left this to where I could pick it up again easily with a new chapter or some baby drabbles if my mind so leads me. But for now, my soul is happy with this resolution. Thanks for all the love you guys have shown me for this :) I hope you love how it turns out.

Beta’d by: @wheresthekillswitch - “Leave Sammy’s hair alone!”

Also beta’d by: @hannahindie - “I just snorted so hard I scared the cat.”

Read: (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

I found myself incapable of responding. Of moving. Of thinking.

All I could do was feel.

Goosebumps along my spine with every exhale against the back of my neck.

Fire pulsing when Dean tightened his arm around me.

Electricity shooting up my legs when his feet curled around mine.

Heat pooling through every inch of my being like water slowly warming up in the shower. Water that quickly got hot. Very hot.

Dean’s nose brushed my ear as he pulled me closer to him, and my heart rate spiked even more.

This is it. This is how it ends. Internal combustion.

My stiff muscles twitched of their own accord.


Oh shit.

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My skin has been super clear lately. It’s hard to believe that at one point when I was 14 or 15, a doctor told me I had the worst acne he’d even seen. He put me on accutane (☠️) and it destroyed my skin and lips (and stomach.. which put me like $50K+ in debt before I was 21, but that’s another story). I started hiding the pills from my mom so my skin would at least go back to how it was before. Over the years it’s gotten slowly better, but the final kick lately from the t blocking has really allowed my skin some welcome clarity like I’ve never remembered having. I had acne since I was 9 and I’m still not sure how I escaped terrible scarring, as bad as it was. I’m so grateful. I would have paid any amount to clear it up. It’s so crazy sometimes to me still.


Crossposted to AO3

In the East Hall, the Gentry are called Takers-And-Givers. Marie had her best 2B pencil stolen only to find three packs of pencils - different hardnesses, sizes, colours - in her room that evening. Charley’s bottles of milk were stolen in the first week of term but now their whole flat gets weekly deliveries of dairy far better than any bought at the local shops. Sanjeet’s flowers were decimated a week before Valentines, but now they’re the best and brightest blooming flowers on campus.

First they Take and then, later, they Give, something of equal or more value. No one seems to know how or why, it just is, until the new kid arrives in halls - a late transfer, some incident at their last uni dogging her steps, giving her haunted eyes and probably-nightmares and arms clutched close around her chest whenever someone looms too close. 

When people ask, she says to call her Ravenna. That that’s not her name, but her actual name isn’t one she trusts anymore, that it makes her feel unsafe in her own skin. So everyone in the Hall calls her Ravenna, or, sometimes, Blackbird if they know her well enough, and give her space.

She hates beyond hate to be touched.

Marie sees her one day, within touching distance of one of the Takers-and-Givers often seen around East Hall. They go by Darling - an odd moniker for a six foot creature with a greenish cast to their skin and a bird’s nest of hair, but no one would ever dare say anything to them. They stand just within arms-reach of Ravenna, watching down at the short girl with half-narrowed eyes.

“I don’t want to be afraid,” Ravenna is saying. “I'm sick of it. They say you can help with that, that you can take something away and give something in return. Can you take away my fear?”

Marie almost bolts down the hall to Ravenna, almost warns her against making a deal with the Takers-And-Givers, almost warns her against even mentioning the distance they are from normal but Darling only smiles gently, politely, not the predatory way they had when Marcus from Sumner’s Hall had tried to strike a bargain.

“No one can take your fear,” Darling says. “It’s yours. But if you give me a taste of it then I will give you protection when you are fearing.”

Marie starts backing down the hall, back towards her room, but she still sees Ravenna pause, nod, and go completely rigid as Darling bends their head to gently kiss her.

A wind blows down the hall, smelling of chickens and straw and Michaelmas daisies and Darling is vanished.

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Prompt: Lance goes into heat during battle and a galra tries to take advantage of him.

Lance should’ve felt it come on, he should’ve been prepared. It had to happen early. It had to happen now. He wasn’t supposed to go into heat for another week and a half. Not now! Not in the middle of a mission on a galran ship. He froze when he heard the rough voice behind him. It didn’t belong to someone on his was galra.

“You’re dripping. I could smell you from three hallways away blue.” The purple alpha snarled. Lance took a step back, keeping his eyes locked on the galra. He drew out his bayard.

“Get back.” His voice, although meant to come out rough, came out in a whimper. The galra laughed. Lance didn’t know when it happened, it happened so fast. He was pinned against the wall. He squirmed.

“Get off!” He yelled, pushing against him.

The alpha moved him off the wall before slamming him into it. Lance groaned. A hand snuck up his leg, lips kissed his skin, teeth bit his shoulder- then there was nothing. The only thing he could hear over the ringing in his was a faint voice. His vision slowly cleared. It was Shiro.

“Lance? Lance are you okay?”


“Yeah- It’s me.” Shiro picked him up.

“My head…it hurts..”

“I know.” He spoke softly, his grip on the cuban omega tightening. ‘Concussion. Bad one.’ Shiro thought to himself.

“I’m sorry- my heat i-it wasn’t supposed to start yet.”

“Hey, Hey, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Oh my god! Shiro is Lance-”

Protect. Protect. Protect. The only word that flew threw Shiro’s mind. He growled, baring his teeth.

“Get back!” Hunk pulled Pidge back.

“He’s ferral…”

“I- he-”

“Give them space.” Coran spoke through the comms. “Back to the castle paladins. We have things to discuss.”

Teenage Feysand

I saw the post about how 17 year old Rhysand would react to 17 year old Feyre. It’s my first fic so it is probably shit, but I just had to write it. 

Description: 17 y/o Feyre comes into the Illyrian camp that 17 y/o Rhysand and his mother are living in. All 17 y/o Illyrian males want to do is fuck and fight, and Rhysand is no exception, but darling Feyre won’t accept his advances.

I had had my fair share of good romps in the 17 years I’d been in the world, and it turns out that not many girls can resist the son of the High lord. Or so I thought…

           I was in the middle of sparring with Cassian when I caught an unfamiliar scent coming from the direction of the entrance to the camp. My brother must have caught it too because he looked at me with a devilish smirk. The scent was sweet like vanilla and something else, and it was most definitely female. At that moment, my mother came around the corner, her arm around what I assumed was the new mystery girl. I stepped out of the sparring ring and walked to where my mother and the girl stood.

“Ah, Rhysand, I was just looking for you,” my mother said as I approached, “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” She motioned with her hand to the girl standing beside her.

Now closer, I could actually get a good glimpse at the stranger. She looked around my age, but nothing about her screamed ‘Look at me’. She lifted her face to me then, and my snarky remark died in my throat as I looked at the girl’s face. She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. Her pale skin was clear, only marked by light freckles across her delicate nose. Her blue-gray eyes shone with a challenge that I was certainly up to accept.i allowed my eyes to roam further down her body. Slowly, I gave her one of my dazzling smiles that always worked on females, and held out my hand.

“Rhysand. It’s a pleasure to meet you…”

She took my hand gently and shook it once before letting it fall.

“Feyre. Nice to meet you,” she replied, completely unfazed by the look I had just given her. Challenge accepted, I thought as Feyre brushed past me and continued walking toward the barracks at the other end of the pitch.  

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I tried for weeks to get Feyre’s attention, but none of my usual advances worked. She would just smile at me and shake her head and go back to whatever she was doing. The tension was driving me crazy. I had never been one to stumble over words, but this girl, this beautiful girl, with her full pink lips and stunning eyes made me want to roar in frustration whenever she shot down my advances.

I decided to try one last time, so I invited Feyre on a walk with me in the forest surrounding the camp. We had been walking for a good hour, and our conversation had been the same flirty banter that it usually was. Feyre seemed to be in a particularly good mood, so I decided to try my luck.

“You really should consider my offer, Feyre darling,” I said as we walked along one of the mountain streams.

“Oh, should I? Well tell me Rhysand, what would be so appealing about sleeping with you,” Feyre replied, rolling her eyes at me in the process. The way my name rolled off her tongue when she was being sarcastic…

I had to physically stop myself from pouncing onto her as I replied confidently, “I am the son of a High Lord, I am gorgeous, and I’ve never had a complaint about my skills in bed”.

Feyre snorted at this and shook her head, “Hard to get a complaint from your own hand, Rhysand.”

I smiled wickedly at her remark, “Such a foul mouth on such a stunning creature. Show me, Feyre, exactly what that mouth of yours can do”. She simply gave me a smile that left me feeling dizzy and continued walking along the stream.

I made to follow her when I slipped on a rock and lost my balance. I did not have time to catch myself as I fell backwards into the stream. The rush of the freezing water took care of any evidence of what I had been thinking about doing with Feyre’s mouth, along with any pride this amazing female hadn’t already crushed. Feyre stood on the bank now, laughing so hard that she had peeled over. I took this opportunity and grabbed her arm, pulling her into the water with me. She screamed at the coldness of the water, but I quickly pulled her against me before she could attempt to climb out of the stream.

“It’s not kind to laugh at people in distress, Feyre darling,” I said as I pushed back a wet strand of her hair.

She shivered, but I was unsure if it was from the touch or the temperature of the water. My answer came a second later when she took my face into her hands and kissed me gently. I was so taken aback that I forgot to kiss her back for the first few seconds, but I deepened the kiss when I felt her body melt into mine. I gathered her into my arms and laid her down onto the bank before covering her body with my own once again, kissing her like I needed the feel of our lips together to breath. At this point, I did.

Feyre flipped us over without breaking the kiss and straddled me. I made to run my hands over her back, but she grabbed my hands and held them down above my head. She broke the kiss then, and I didn’t realize what she had been doing with my hands until I tried to move them and felt the restraints now around my wrists.

She gave me a wicked smile as she leaned down and whispered in my ear, “If you can get out of these, come find me, and I’ll accept your offer”. I groaned as she nipped my ear and made to stand. She gazed down at me with those beautiful blue eyes and took off running back towards the camp.

I stalked back to the camp mere minutes after breaking the chains with my power, frustrated and cold. I looked for Feyre everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. Cassian took one look at me when I finally came home and burst into laughter. I gave him the finger and made my way up to the bath. I could still feel the sensation of Feyre’s lips on mine, her body underneath me, the way she nipped at my ear before she left me on that bank. Shit, I thought as I sat down in the bath, this girl is going to be the death of me. Even as the thought struck me, I couldn’t help but think, maybe some things are worth dying for.

They’ll all come to see you for what you are

A Jonerys fic

Arrival at Winterfell…

He closed and bolted the heavy door behind them.

“So…that went well I thought.”

With the tiniest roll of her eyes, she turned her back on him, refusing to let him see how upset she was.

“They hate me, Jon. Your family hates me.”

“No, they don’t hate you, they just don’t know you. They don’t trust you. But they will, just give them time. After all, I felt the same way a few months ago, as did you.”

Daenerys spun back around, her hands clasped to avoid wringing them. “Fine, Arya may not hate me, and Bran…is a little hard to read. But the same cannot be said for the Lady of Winterfell. There’s no mistaking her.”

Jon opened his mouth to protest, then thought better of it when he saw her daring arched eyebrow and realised there was probably some truth to what she said. So he tried a different route. “If it makes you feel any better, she hasn’t liked me much most of our lives either. I think she’s always loved me in her own way, but she’s never really liked me. Probably has something to do with her mother.” He looked at the floor, memories of the dearly departed Catelyn Stark flittering through his head, none of them pleasant.

She stepped towards him carefully, lately it felt like every move between them had to be thought and re-thought a dozen times before acted on lest one makes a move the other isn’t ready to reciprocate. But at that moment she didn’t care, they hadn’t spoken much on the subject, but Dany knew his father’s wife was a sore spot for him. After all, she had no great love for those who made her feel like an outsider in her own home either. She placed a small, delicate hand on his callused ones.

Jon looked up and met her eyes, she didn’t speak any words of comfort, nor did he need them, her touch was enough, the gentle smile on her face was enough. He shook his head slightly as if shaking off the reverie and let a playful grin begin to form on his face.

“Besides,” he began to say with a glint in his coal-stone eyes. “There’s only one opinion that really matters to me and he seemed to take to you quite nicely.”

Dany cocked her head to the side and furrowed her thick brows in confusion, then broke out into a bemused smile when realisation hit her.

“Are you talking about Ghost?”

Jon didn’t say anything, he just bit his lip slightly like a cheeky schoolboy making a joke. She loved this side of him, it surfaced so rarely, usually buried under layers of brooding, but when it did it made her heart glow.

“I’ll admit, the fact that he didn’t immediately try to bite my arm off was more of a relief than it should have been.” Dany walked towards the fire in the corner of the room, it had been hours since it was lit and was now barely burning. “‘The Dragon Queen’…bested by a little wolf.”

His eyebrows shot up. “‘Little wolf’?”

The tiniest giggle escaped her lips, reminding Jon how young she truly was at heart, there weren’t many moments like this. “You know what I mean, the animals I deal with are usually –”

“Alright, fair enough. He’s no dragon. But in these parts, he is still considered quite formidable.” Dany could’ve sworn there was something in his voice that sounded offended, but he did a good job of covering it up.

“That he definitely is. A worthy adversary if he chose to be.” She nodded to herself absentmindedly, apparently it was enough to put him at ease.

He walked up behind her and they watched the flames together, dancing and circling each other.

“It wouldn’t hurt you at all, would it?”

The corner of her mouth perked up, she had been waiting a while for Jon to ask her about this, she was starting to wonder if he ever would.

“Not at all.”

“What does it feel like, Daenerys? To walk through fire?” He had been holding this back since the day they met, he’d only heard tales of her walking through flames unscathed, and of course there was the ‘Unburnt’ in her title, but he’d never actually addressed it with her. He just took her word for it.

“Like warmth.” Then, perceiving what that probably sounded like, she backtracked. “Not ‘fire’ kind of warmth, more like…what I’ve always imagined a mother’s smile feels like. A proud father’s hug. The love of a new-born child. It’s the safest feeling in the world. It won’t help you understand it, but it’s the same as when I’m on Drogon’s back, soaring through the skies. I feel invincible.”

They both took a deep breath in, gazing wistfully at the fire, anything to keep them from staring at each other longingly.

“It sounds incredible.”

Daenerys nodded slowly, sadly. “Almost makes up for the fact that I’ll never have anything to compare it to. A mother’s smile, a father’s hug,” her voice broke ever so slightly, “my child’s love.”

Without thinking, he took her hand, squeezing it gently and rubbing his thumb along her pale skin. Boundaries didn’t matter to him, not now, not when the woman he was so desperately in love with was hurting.

“You are the most loved woman I have ever met, My Queen. Trust me, I speak from a place of authority.” Jon, realising what he had just said, cleared his throat self-consciously.

She took a small step back until they were aligned and rested her head against his shoulder. And there they stood, not saying a word, watching the fire die out, relishing the seconds, the minutes, the hours, that they didn’t have to pretend to be stronger than they were.

Confidence // Kim Seokjin


the prompt: could you please do a prince!seokjin fluffy scenario? au i used: “my parents are hosting a royal ball with neighboring monarchs and you noticed me, heir to the throne, shoving food into a bag to steal.”

words: 4425

category: fluff

author note: seokjin deserves all the love in the world i hope he knows how loved he is.

- destinee

Originally posted by jinmini

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Proof Enough?

“Babe look, babe, babe, babe, babe, BAAAABE” w/ Bellamy? Thank you :) (but can you make it that he says the line? thanks :))

Y/N is a grounder and in a secret relationship with Bellamy because they don’t think their friends will understand. But in the end the secret comes out.

There is some swearing and ALMOST smut but, IDK if you guys are ready for that side of me yet ;). Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by youleftme-clarke

K but thank you whoever made this gif you are my god^^^^^

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My father’s assistant// Dylan O’Brien Imagine

Dylan O’Brien is the most attractive human being I have ever laid eyes on. Wait, did I say attractive? I meant sexy. Now would I ever repeat that to anyone? Hell no. Well no one outside of my best friend Saylor. She’s seen Dylan and knows my pain of looking at him every day, and doing that and only that, looking. I can look, but I can’t touch. Well I could touch if I absolutely wanted to (which I do, don’t get me wrong), but my father would kill me…… that is if he ever found out.

Ever since my dad got promoted in his law firm allowing him to have an assistant, I’ve been miserable. He mainly brings his work home with him, which means he brings “that” home as well. Dylan Fucking O’Brien. So, to keep myself tethered down, I always have Saylor over to the house whenever my dad has Dylan come over to help him with something. I’ve tried and tried to get my dad to keep his work “at work” and not bring it home with him, but he’s way too protective of me and doesn’t want me “home alone” even though I’m eighteen years of age. You see my struggle?

Until today, it’s been the same. My dad and Dylan were in his office working on god knows what, while Saylor and I were in my bedroom studying. But then Saylor’s mom had to call her and tell her to come home, and my dad had to run back to the office; leaving Dylan and I alone in the same house. So I didn’t dare set foot out of my room for fear of pouncing on him, and I hope he stays downstairs.

I let my eyes wander over my Anatomy notes until I heard a throat be cleared in my doorway. I nearly jumped out of my skin as my eyes snapped to the door. Not just because it startled me but because of who was in the doorway. “Sorry (Y/N) didn’t mean to startle you.” Dylan chuckled.

“Uh, h-hey Dylan, what’s up?” I asked, mentally face palming myself for stuttering like an idiot.

“Well I finished what your dad asked me to do, so I thought I’d come and be social.” Dylan responded. I watched as Dylan pushed himself off of the door frame and slowly approached my bed, situating himself and the foot of it.

“If you finished, why don’t you go home?” I asked, cocking my head to the left slightly.

“I don’t want to leave till your dad gets a chance to double check everything first.” He said, assessing me with his eyes, sending a wave of heat to my core. I cleared my throat awkwardly and his eyes snapped back up to mine.

Dylan pushed himself up with his hands and moved closer to me, his right hand situating itself on my thigh. I slowly shut my anatomy book staring at his hand with the long slender fingers, that I couldn’t help but imagine buried inside me, which sent another wave of heat through me. I swallowed nervously and looked up, to find Dylan staring at me intently gauging my reaction.

“W-what are you doing?” I asked feeling his hand move an inch higher on my thigh.

“Well you see (Y/N), I’m not oblivious to the lustful looks you give me. But you seem to be, to the returned ones I give you whenever you look away, after I catch you staring. So with your dad gone, I figured I’d come up here and find out what runs through that dirty little mind of yours about me.”

I did the only thing I could think of to respond to that, so I pushed my lips onto his. Before he got a chance to react I pulled away, fixing my eyes on the space in between my crisscrossed legs. Dylan removed the hand on my thigh to under my chin pulling my head up to look at him. Dylan slowly leaned back in until his lips reconnected with mine. He moved his hand back to my thigh once I started kissing him back. I moved my hands to the back of his neck and pulled his lips onto mine harder. Dylan grunted and swiped his tongue along my bottom lip, and I gladly let him in. I moaned quietly at the feeling of his tongue brushing against mine. Dylan disconnected his lips from mine and all that filled the room was our heavy breathing.

“Wow.” I said.

“Wow indeed.” Dylan responded with a breathy chuckle.

I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and pushed my books and notes off my bed, not breaking eye contact with him. Dylan grabbed the back of my thighs and jerked my legs out, causing me to fall on my back, and my head hit my pillows. Dylan ran both his calloused hands up my legs until they landed on my waist. Dylan pulled my shirt up slightly hand planted a light kiss on my stomach, eliciting a little moan from me. He removed his hands from my waist and placed them on either side of my head. He lowered his body onto mine and reconnected his lips with mine, his tongue re-entering the previously explored territory.

My hands went to the back of his head, running through his silky locks. I felt Dylan’s hand move to the hem of my shirt and slip underneath it. His hand grazed my stomach before coming in contact with my clothed breast. I moaned into his mouth and he chuckled at my reaction. Dylan pulled away once again and pulled his shirt over his head. I nearly moaned at the god-like sight in front of me. My eyes ran over the moles spattered across his chest and down to his toned stomach. My mouth watered at the dark trail of hair leading to the place I’ve fantasized about since I first laid eyes on him.

“Like what you see?” Dylan asked chuckling.

“Very much so.” I responded, “but there’s some other places I’d rather see.”

Dylan’s eyes darkened at my words and he pulled me up slightly, yanking my shirt over my head. “Jesus Christ.”
Dylan groaned, at the sight of my black lace push up bra.

His hands roamed to my shorts and he popped the button on them, dragging the zipper down after. His fingers slipped into the waistband and he pulled the shorts down and off my legs. His eyes became impossibly darker at my matching lace panties. Dylan leaned down and connected his lips to my jaw trailing wet kisses down my neck, leaving dark purple marks behind. His lips went down my chest and he kissed the swell of both of my breasts. He reached his hands behind my back and unclasped my bra, pulling the straps down and off my arms. He threw the bra somewhere behind him, and latched his lips onto my left breast. His other hand kneading my right breast.

Dylan switched, giving my right breast the same attention as the left. I moaned, moving a hand to card through his hair, lightly tugging here and there. Dylan pulled away and I pushed him off of me and onto his back. I threw my right leg over him and straddled him, connecting my lips with his. Dylan gripped my waist and I trailed my lips down his jaw and neck. I slipped my tongue out and drug it from his neck down to his happy trail. Dylan moaned at the feeling and I nearly moaned myself at the sound that just came out of him. I pulled at his belt and unbuckled it, yanking it out of his pants, and throwing it on the floor.

“Eager are we?” Dylan asked with a shit-eating grin, earning an eye roll from me.

“I could always stop.” I teased with a wicked glint in my eyes, gripping him over his pants.
I smirked and popped the button on his pants. I pulled the zipper down and pulled his pants off of him, dropping them on the floor. My eyes wandered to the prominent bulge in his boxers, when my back met my bad again. Dylan smashed his lips onto mine and I moaned when his hand came in contact with my clothed core. Dylan pulled away and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, and pulled them off of my legs. Dylan grabbed my inner thighs and spread my legs, blowing cool air on my soaked core.

“Jesus (Y/N), I’ve barely touched you and you’re already this wet.” He tsked, running his fingers through my folds.

I whined as he pushed one finger into me. Everything I’ve fantasized about was finally coming true. Dylan slowly thrusted his finger into me adding a second, and pumped faster. I moaned loudly and Dylan connected his lips to my clit. I felt the familiar knot form in my stomach as Dylan added a third finger. “Dylan I’m gonna-” Dylan pulled his fingers from me and I embarrassingly whined out at the loss of contact.

“That’s for threatening to stop.” He said, pushing his fingers passed his lips and sucking my juices off of them.

I openly gaped at him, and he chuckled at my reaction, pulling his fingers from his mouth with a pop. “You taste great princess”, he said with a wink.

I sat up and pushed Dylan onto the bed, straddling his waist again. I connected my lips to his as I ground my wet core into his clothed bulge. I kissed down his body leaving a trail of purple bruises on his chest and stomach. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled back, letting it snap back against his skin.

“Jesus fucking Christ (Y/N), don’t fucking tease me”, Dylan said with a groan.

I smiled and pulled his boxers down and off his legs. My eyes widened slightly at his size, and my mouth watered. I grasped his base firmly and stoked his shaft a couple of times. I kitten licked his tip, tasting the salty precum. I ran my tongue along the bottom of his shaft and swirled his tip into my mouth. A loud moan erupted from Dylan’s mouth and I hummed around him.

Dylan grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me off of him. “As much and I love your pretty mouth darling, I’d much rather cum with that pretty pussy wrapped around me.”

I moaned quietly at his words, and he rolled me off of him onto my back. Dylan hitched my legs up into his hips and ran his tip through my folds. I whined at the contact and threw my head back into my pillow. Dylan slowly pushed in and I gasped at the feeling of him filling me.

“Fuck.” Dylan said when he was fully seated in me. Dylan waited a few seconds for me to adjust before he pulled away until just his tip was in, and slammed back in.

I screamed out loud and scraped my nails down his back. Dylan did it a couple more times and I screamed each time.

“That’s right baby, scream for me.” Dylan whispered into my ear, as he set a steady pace.

My orgasm was slowly approaching and I could tell Dylan’s was too. Dylan’s hand worked its way in between our bodies and started circling my sensitive nub, and my stomach clenched even tighter.

“Come on, cum for me princess,” Dylan said and my body gave in, ripples of pleasure washing over me. I moaned out his name, and watched as he came apart above me.

Dylan thrusted a coupled more times before pulling out and falling down next to me. We both lied there in silence as we tried to catch our breath. I chanced a glance at him and saw him watching me. Dylan smiled and pulled me over to him, my head resting on his chest. We layed together for a couple moments my eyelids dropping sleepily. Before sleep could overtake me, I heard the sound of a car door shutting.

“Fuck,” Dylan said as I heard my front door open.

Annoying Vampire || Kol M.

I know the title’s sooo creative.

Requested by anon

3. “Quit it or I’ll bite you.”

45. “You look pretty hot in my shirt.”


There were a lot of times when I hated the sun, for example when it burns me, and I mean literally. And like right now, when it’s shining in my eyes and I’m trying to sleep.

I rolled over in bed, coming face-to-face with Kol. He too, was awake and staring at me, and smile ghosting his lips.

“Good morning, love” He said, his voice raspy with sleep, I groan.

“Don’t say that just yet, I still want sleep.” I said, burying my head in his necked chest.

“Then go back to sleep.” He said, laying his down in my hair.

“That’s what I’m doing.” I said and after laying there for the longest time in silence, I knew I wasn’t going to get anymore sleep.

“Oh my god,” I yelled, ripping myself away from Kol, flopping down on my side of the bed, and stared up at the ceiling.

“Can’t go back to sleep?” He said, holding back a laugh, humor clear in his voice.

“Bite me.”

“If you insist.” He climbed over me, planting both hands next to my head, and bit my shoulder, no fangs, and he slowly pulled away tugging at my skin.

“Kol,” I warned light pushing at his chest.

“What you said to bite you, so I did, and I’ll do it again.” He did the same thing to the shoulder, tugging at my skin with his teeth as he pulled away.

“Quit it or I’ll bite you. Mine won’t be as nice.” I said, trying to hold a serious tone.

He looked me straight in the eye, our noses barely touching. “Then do it.”

“You kinky fuck!” I said, pushing him off me, and getting out of bed, he brust out laughing at my reaction.

“You didn’t have a problem with it two nights ago.” I sent a glare over my shoulder as I get off the bed, heading to the bathroom. “You look pretty hot in my shirt by the way.”

I sent him the middle finger over my shoulder as I walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

Lord, what was I going to do with that damn vampire.

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Highway to Hell!

Summary: When Dean is looking for his wallet he walks in on Y/N jamming out to AC/DC. As much as he’d like to walk away, he finds himself mesmerized by her every move.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Language, flirtation, suggestive conversations

Word Count: 1,422

Request:  I know requests are closed, but I was sliding around in my socks listening to music and then I wondered what it would be like if Dean walked in on the reader jamming out to HIGHWAY TO HELL in the bunker? If you can’t, it’s cool. Love you! 😘♥️😍- Anonymous  

A/N: Alright guys thanks for being so patient with me. I’m finally getting back into the swing of things! 

Originally posted by personal-interest-in-you

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Request: Can you write a Justin imagine where he doesn’t feel well and wakes you up in the morning because he’s been ill and feels really sick? Thanks!

Sorry it took so damn long! I’m a terrible author… but it’s here! 

Warning: UNEDITED!!!

Originally posted by beliectionerimagines

The morning came faster then the night fell, and soon the sun shone through the silk curtains displayed against the windows. The house was silent which was odd considering the house usually vibed with energy.

But today seemed to be one of those rare days where I could wake up with Justin in a peaceful manner. No friends to interrupt, no manager to demand places to be, no dogs to bark us back to reality, and overall, no noise.

This was perfect…


A groan to my left was heard not even seconds post my thoughts. A grumble, low and husky having me clenching my thighs and leaving me wet between the legs. 

Miraculously, even with the familiar weight of Justin’s arm wrapped against my waist, I had somehow managed to twist my body and face the person behind me, which undoubtedly had been the corporate of the leg clenching grunt.

Justin slept peacefully now in front of me. Hair a golden mess sprawled out against his pillow, skin uncharacteristically pale compared to his usual tanned complexion and mouth agape just the slightest as small, breathy but wheezy breaths escaped through his god-like lips.

The sight nearly had me pouting as the boy sniffled just the slightest and shuffled around until I was pressed further against his chest. And only the had I realised the difference between his nose and the rest of his face. 

His nose stood out like a sore thumb against his face. A bright red contrasting with the pale state his face held. He looked horrible in terms of his health, which left me worried just the slightest.

Natural motherly instinct kicked in faster then I could even process what my body was doing, and soon I had a hand up against his forehead. 

Comparing to the dry state his skin took, Justin’s forehead was actually rather clammy and radiating with a heat unlike any other. He was burning up a high fever judging by his temperature and that lead the frown that had formed on my face to deepen.

Poor baby was sick and hadn’t even woken up to feel the wrath yet. I just knew today was going to be hell for him.

Deciding against cuddling up to him until he awoke, It hit that the best thing I could do for the boy was to tend to his needs which meant a dose of painkillers and a hell a lot of water. 

As slowly as I could proceed to do, I sat my torso up straight and removed the rough grip Justin had on my waist, pouting when he frowned in his sleep and pressed around for something to hold onto, probably me.

slipping a pillow beneath his arm, I rolled out of bed and ran my way down the stairs, also managing to find Esther along the way who had taken it upon herself to follow after me.

In no less then a couple of minutes flat I had managed to prepare a cold wet cloth, make a warm cup of tea, prepare some toast and place a few painkillers on a tray, taking it all back upstairs to Justin thanks to a little bit of multitasking.

With esther at my feet and the tray in my hands, I managed to creak the door open without waking my poor baby up. As I entered the room, I managed to spot him fighting against the bed sheets, breaking just the slightest of a sweat.

He sniffled once against, swiping his arm against his nose before settling on his side with the blankets pulled all the way up to his chin.

As I fell further into the room, my eyebrows fell inwards as I placed the tray against the bedside table, snatching the cold wet cloth into my hands. 

Remembering what my mother had told me while treating my fever years ago, I pulled the blanket away from his body and let the cold air drown against him.

If you shiver with a fever, keep them warm. If you sweat, cool them down.

The blanket would do no good but make it worse for him. So without hesitation, I began dabbing the wet cloth against his forehead, hoping to cool down his temperature just the slightest.

At the sudden sensation, Justin’s eyes slowly peeled open to reveal a pair of tired, droopy and red eyes, slightly swollen over and glassy. With a chesty cough and small stretch, he managed to pull a confused smile over at me.

The sight of him awake left me smiling myself, leaning over to press a kiss against his clammy forehead. “Morning baby. How you feeling?”

Justin sighed, closing his eyes in agony having me frown just the slightest at the action “Sick.” He growled in a husky voice, suddenly rubbing a hand up against his throat with a grimace of pain. “Very sick.”

“Yeah. When I saw you this morning I knew you weren’t feeling so hot. I could see it in your face.” I began. “Thought I would bring something to cool you down, something for the pain and a little to eat so the medicine will work.”

Glancing off to the side towards the tray sprawled upon his bed side table full of everything mentioned, Justin smiled, pressing a hand over my own still dabbing at his skin, just approaching his chest away from his neck. “You’re too good to me baby girl.” 

Trailing my eyes away from the cloth and back to his eyes, I managed a small smile at his words, leaning down to press another kiss to his face, but this time against his lips. 

He was quick to retract his head, pouting when I frowned in confusion. “I don’t wanna get you sick baby.” He spoke low and sorrowful. To which I smiled. 

“I don’t care. I wanna kiss you.” 

Justin chuckled. “Then who’s gonna take care of me?” 

“Me still, I’ll just mope around the house, fetching you whatever you want.” I giggled.

“Like your mother.” Justin added turning my giggle into a full blown laugh.

“Yes! Like my mother.” 

It wall silent for just a few more seconds, nothing but the sound of the wet cloth gliding around his chest and the small patter of Esther’s paws against the ground until Justin’s face suddenly paled and he suddenly shot up.

“Justin?” I frowned, but it wasn’t until seconds later he ran straight towards the bathroom that I sighed in realisation and scattered to my feet to follow after him.

With the tray in tow and esther at my feet, I drew over to his figure bent over the bathroom toilet and was quick to place the cold towel against the back of his neck, slowly caressing his back.

“Oh baby.” I sighed as he heaved yesterdays dinner into the bowl. It was a long couple of minutes before Justin thankfully cleared his stomach. He was quick to lean up against the wall, a frown etched upon his face. 

The sight for the upteenth time today had me frowning against the situation. I hated seeing Justin sick, it was like bubbly, happy person he was was no more, and wouldn’t be back until he beat this virus. 

Finally placing the wet cloth down, I grabbed the tea and pills off the tray and handed the items to justin. 

Justin glanced up lazily and smiled a painful smile thanking me as he picked up a shaky hand which was once cradling his stomach and drowned the pills, swallowing hard, then managed to hold down a mint I handed him.

Once placing everything back on the tray and out of my hands, I slowly made my way over to Justin’s side and was dropped to the floor, crawling oevr to his side. 

Justin’s trailed up just the slightest, confusion clear in his eyes when I suddenly lifted a leg over his body and placed myself on his lap. Without hesitation he shot out an arm and wrapped it around my waist, despite the confusion and buried his head into the coeck of my neck, sighting against the skin.

The feeling of his now minty breath against my skin had me shivering with pleasure, leaning down to place my head against him, a loving kiss following which I placed against his head.

“How you feeling?” I muttered against him.

“Better.” He spoke muffled against my neck. “Now that I’ve thrown up….And that your in my arms.” 

I smiled, slipping a hand around his neck, where I began playing with the small hairs at the nape of it.

“I love you.” I suddenly said.

Justin’s head poked up from my body, leaning back away with  a smile. He was just about to speak up when suddenly, esther jumped up against him and right onto my lap in between us.

We both looked at the little pup in amusement, laughing at the furry little thin before leaning over and pressing a kiss against each other’s lips, Esther still in between.

My hands cradled over Esther and forehead pressed against Justin, he spoke the words I would die to hear everyday of my life. 

“I love you too.”

Who is in Control - Part 2

10 years ago, you and Tony Stark met and he adopted you.
Today, you are his heir and the newest member of the Avengers.
Your first mission? Help Bucky Barnes.
Oh boy, you wished things were this simple.

Word counting:  1300+
Notes: Keep in mind: Age of Ultron Never happened.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader
Chapter: 2/??
Chapter name: Chapter 1 - The Witch

(Part 1)

Y/N = You name | Y/L/N = Your last name |  Y/H/C = Your Hair Colour |  Y/E/C  = Your Eyes Colour

I don’t own any gif. They’re from google or tumblr. 

Y/N kept a yawning as she walked down the corridor, fixing her Y/H/C over her shoulder and attracting a few looks. She had managed to sleep - or nap - less than an hour the previous night and the result was hateful.

“Good morning, Miss Stark.” One of the secretaries smiled at the young woman. “How are you doing this morning?”

“Very good, thank you for asking, Mary. Can you tell where I can find my father?”

“He’s with the Avengers.”

Y/N nodded and walked towards the stairs, closing the door behind her and teleporting herself through the right door.

“I thought you’d never arrive.” Tony noticed, spinning at his chair.

“You’re hard to find.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “What are we waiting for?”

“Not a what, but “who” are we waiting for.” He corrected his daughter.

It took a few seconds until Steve Rogers walked through the door with a shy look on his face.

“I’m sorry, I…” He cleared his throat. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

Oh, they all knew that he ‘didn’t sleep well’, because he hadn’t even slept.

After an infinite amount pleads, Y/N had finally been able to convince the first avenger to go to a modern party. Long story short, she already knew Steve would never again going with her to any more parties.

“Why are we here?” She looked at the others in the room, finding Bruce, Natasha, Steve and Tony staring at her.

‘This doesn’t look good.’

Y/N had joined the Avengers months ago. Tony had a whole lot of conditions before she could join them. Even with the telekinesis and being able to teleport, she needed to go through physical training and a multitude of tests before her father could agree with anything.

“We have a mission for you.” Tony slowly explained.

Y/N tried not look too excited as the look on his face was too calm for the mission to be so simple.

“We need you to take care of an important mission.” Steve continued.

“No problem.” She waved and a cup of coffee came to her hand. “I do it. What’s the business?”

They hesitated.

“The question is ‘Who’s the business?’ ”.Her father corrected her. “You recently completed your Ph.D. as a both a mechanical and electrical engineer, and you had taken a couple psychology classes as a hobby.”

“And you’re a very good people person, when you’re patient.” Steve continued. “And one of the best negotiators I’ve ever met, next to Tony.”

She watched while he praised her and felt important with his words, but raised her hand to interrupt him.

“Why are you boosting my ego?”

Natasha rolled her eyes and sighed.

“We want you to take care of Bucky.”

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You’re Mine (John x Reader)

A/N: School sucks. Anyway- Hello reader-chans! Here’s the John x Reader. I might have to move Sam’s for next week’s because of homework :(. Anyway, enjoy!

Word Count: 2,157

Warnings: smuuut

Originally posted by ifellinlovewithabrokenheart

You couldn’t sleep. It was alright with you though, having dealt with insomnia for the years you’ve found monsters exist. Currently you’re laying on a lumpy motel mattress, staring into the darkness. The bed didn’t really help your aching body. You were pretty sore after the intense hunt. And exhausted after the aftermath. You roll your eyes. John Winchester is a stubborn man, especially when it comes to help. Cleaning his wounds was no walk in the park. It’s like the man didn’t know what an infection was. You mentally complain, wondering why you’re even here in the first place. 

John and the boys dragged you along with them and you were sure it was mainly because of your medical skills since being an ex nurse. A bonus was also you had experience in hunting battlefield, so you came along for the ride. You had an issue when it came to turning them down. Probably since they almost always end up severely injured or close to death. For them to die was something you really didn’t think the world needed. You curl up further into the blankets, pondering over some other things. 

The brothers had taken quite a liking to you. Sam kept it dialed down, whilst Dean made it completely obvious. They both wanted to talk to you any free time they got. Dean, more so to charm you. He would flirt with you almost all the time. Random compliments, flirtatious smiles, sexy eyes. It was…overbearing to say the least. Sam just enjoyed having conversations with you. You challenged him, he challenged you. You both had fun with your ‘nerd arguments’ as Dean called them. It was fun and you enjoy both of their companies equally. 

But John…you aren’t sure where you stand when it comes to John. He wasn’t much of a speaker. You found he likes to observe and listen rather than talk. He has sometimes had the misfortune to watch and listen to some of Dean’s many inappropriate comments towards you at the bars you’d all crash after a rough hunt. Embarrassment would cloud your mind and it would take some drinks just to numb that feeling. However, you’ve also seen the many rare and beautiful smiles that would curve his lips while you and Sam playfully argued or while the boys themselves argued over the dumbest things, to which you would have to intervene and calm them down. Not to forget the bullheaded stubbornness when he refused to clean and treat his injuries. Or when he argued. But there were moments you’d get a test to his mind and see how truly smart of a man he is. Those were the ones you cherished the most besides his smiles. ‘He doesn’t realize what an impact he has on us all.’

You lift the covers off your body, cringing as it feels like sandpaper against your skin. You sit up on the edge of the bed, hunching over a bit. ‘It has been one hell of a day.’ You raise yourself up on your feet, stretching despite the aching pain. The sounds of a sleeping John comfort you a little. He was currently passed out on the couch. ‘I need a massage.’ And a separate room. It was awkward to have a male presence with you, since you’ve lived alone for such a long time. But the brothers share their own room together and you guess you had to share yours too. You silently walk into the small kitchenette, turning on a dim light so you can somewhat get a visual of it and not wake up the grumpy dad. 

You were looking for a cup, craving some tea. Balancing on the tips of your toes, you manage to raise yourself up to a cabinet, quietly taking out a big ceramic mug. ‘Score!’ You softly close the cabinet door afterwards and fall back on the flats of your feet, lightly setting the mug on the countertop. You hope you’re being quiet enough. A cranky John is a no fun John. ‘Experience that firsthand everyday.’ You silently applaud yourself. ‘Thank you thank you. I’ll be here for a while.’ You prep up some water, setting it in a pot and on the small stove. You wait for it to boil. ‘I wonder how John is in bed.’

‘Wait what.’

 You shake your head. ‘Did I seriously just…’ You swallow. You were thinking about how the oldest Winchester was in bed and he’s lying just a few feet away from you. John, in his own way, is ruggedly handsome and you’ve noticed for the years you’ve hunted with him. Not that the boys weren’t without their appeal (Especially to Dean since he’s tried so hard) but to you, they were inexperienced. You preferred more…seasoned lovers if you will. A blush faintly stains your cheeks. It’s been awhile. ‘I need to stop.’ You watch the water as it slowly comes to its boiling point, carefully taking the pot and pouring the water into the cup. It was complicated since there was no coffee maker. ‘It’s strange, yes.’ You take the tea packet and then put the tea bag into the water, laying the string over the edge of the mug. You dunk it a few times as well to help it brew. You were so focused on your task you hadn’t noticed it had gone completely silent. 

Strong arms encircle your waist, catching you off guard. You let out an awkward noise, flinching. ‘Who are you?!’  “John?!” You manage to choke out, your hands gripping tightly on his forearms. You feel his salt and pepper patterned beard scrape against your cheek as his face brushes past yours. You then feel the small pleasure as his lips caress your neck, planting kisses and sucking the skin softly. A small gasp falls from your lips and you reach your hand to run it through his hair. ‘Wait why- what is he doing- what about my tea though-’ Too many questions zoomed past your mind. “Wait John-” You quickly get out, pushing yourself out of his grip. You turn to him. His hair is sticking up in every direction and he’s staring at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. Your mouth was suddenly dry. Other places- not so dry. Clearing your throat you decide to ask, “Why?” He walks over slowly and places his hands on your hips, tugging you towards. A blush ignites your cheeks. “That’s not an answer John. Unfortunately I’ll need you to voice your response.” 

You notice your voice has raised a pitch. John smiles a bit, looking down at you. “You’re adorable.” You glare a bit, blush spreading. Your hands rest on his shoulders. A serious expression crosses his features and you start to listen. “Y/N. I’ve wanted to do this- you- for quite a while. And before you assume, no- it’s not because I just want your body as sexy as it may be. It’s who you are as a person that gets me. You fight the fight, you’re so great with the boys and I’ve never smiled as much as I have with you. So rather than just your body, can I have your heart, soul and mind to call my own?” He waits for answer. ‘Are…did…yes.’ Your mouth was having an issue with forming words. Instead, you grab his face, pulling him down for an intense and heated kiss. You feel John’s chest rumble in a growl. You simply hum in response, nipping his bottom lip. 

He picks you up without acknowledging he wanted to do so, making you break the kiss to awkwardly squawk yet again. You quickly wrap your arms comfortably on his broad shoulders. He rests his forehead against yours. “I love the small noises you make.” You hear him mumble, causing you to crack a smile. ‘Whatever.’ He tugs at your sleep shirt, staring soulfully into your eyes. You lick your dry lips, balancing your weight and taking off your shirt in his arms. He continues to gaze into your eyes, finding his way over and sitting on the edge of the bed. Your legs relax a bit, ankles resting on the sheets. You feel his lips again connect to the sensitive flesh that is your neck. You let out a soft moan, carding your fingers through his hair. Soon, John stops to take a nice look at your chest. Your top glory was out for him to see. You flush up as his eyes flick up to yours, so many loving emotions swirling in his irises. A big, warm hand cups your left breast, driving away your attention from his eyes as you close yours. “No no. Open your eyes pretty girl.” He drawls, rolling your nipple between his index finger and thumb. You do as told. You refrain from making too much noise, letting small breaths here and there. John watches you the whole while, gaze varying from your breasts to your face. ‘He’s so much in control.’ Soon enough, you feel the undeniable bugle as his arousal presses against your bosom. Your eyes widen a bit. ‘Oh god.’ You feel his mouth latch itself onto a breast, causing you to squeak out in surprise. It’s followed by a moan soon after. ‘If he continues this, I might just break.’ Mewls and small sounds drop from your mouth as he transitions from both breasts, giving each one an equal amount of attention. 

 His shirt came off next. You ran your hands lightly and softly down his built body, feeling his chest hair and admiring the old scars that marred his torso. All the while, he pecks your cheeks, nose, forehead and lips. You lightly chuckle before you feel him throw you onto the bed once he had enough of your fondling. “Alright baby girl. Time to get to the good stuff.” John rumbles, tugging off your pajama shorts and underwear in one go. You quickly cover your folds from his eyes, feeling a little shy and embarrassed. He looks to you, understanding making its way through his gaze. “It’s ok Y/N. I promise I won’t bite,” He winks, a smirk making its way onto his face. “Unless you want me too.” You snort, rolling your eyes. You feel a bit better now. 

Swallowing, you lean back, spreading your legs and exposing yourself. John himself got down to his boxers, erection straining through them. He turns to look to what all is you. “And to think underneath all those clothes such a fine figure was hidden.” John says, looking over all of you. You anxiously smile as he takes off his remaining article of clothing. ‘Hope it’ll fit.’ He lays himself down on his stomach comfortably, gripping your thighs and yanking you towards him, mouth colliding with your pussy. A loud moan immediately exits your mouth, hands curling into the sheets. His beard tickled your soft inner thighs. His fingers crept up and in, thrusting themselves in and out and scissoring to ready you for him. Moans and groans left your mouth automatically, no filter whatsoever. The coil in your belly tightens and you feel your climax slowly making itself known. It was then John stopped, lifting himself up and lining up to your entrance. He coats himself in your slick, watching you as you whimper. “You ready my darling Y/N?” He asks, pausing momentarily. ‘Of course.’ You nod.

Then inch by agonizing inch, his moves his way inside you. You jaw goes slack and your mouth opens in a silent moan. ‘Holy fuck.’ He grunts, moving his way until his reaches the hilt. Your eyes hit the back off your skull. You feel so full. “How’s it down there?” John groans, looking down at your pleasure-filled face. “S-Start moving then! Please?” You struggle to speak, pressure rising in your lower belly. He nods, moving out then back in, creating a pace. You moan, trying to keep it quiet so the brothers don’t hear you next door. You bite your thumb to insure so. But John doesn’t seem to like that idea. He begins pinching and rubbing your clit, making it more difficult to withhold your sounds. Somehow, you succeed in being somewhat silent until John snaps his hips into yours. You let out a half scream finally, clawing the bed sheets. “Don’t keep those noises to yourself princess. I enjoy them too.” John growls, setting out a punishing pace. Your mouth goes slack in a silent scream. Long moans and groans occasionally fall out of it as well. Eventually the pleasure comes too much for you to stand and you cum, calling out John’s name. John follows soon after, grunting out your name. You both lay there, sweaty, tired messes.

“News flash- all people need to sleep! So quiet down!” You hear Dean’s muffled, embarrassed voice seep through the wall. 

 You and John only laughed the awkwardness away.

Like A Sinner In Church

Bray Wyatt/OC: Bray is a preacher with a bit of a secret that no one knows…Or so he thought. Smut. This fic is literally about people fuckin in a church so, if that’s not your thing and you feel like it’s in poor taste, don’t read it.

I’m going to hell anyway so I might as well go out in a blaze of glory ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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I Will Never Leave You

Imagine losing your sibling on a hunt and Dean trying to comfort you.

–idea inspired from Izzie’s mourning in Grey’s Anatomy –

“She’s just been laying in there on the floor like that for how long?” Sam asked his older brother, finally returning from a hunt he was on with Bobby.

“Two days, ever since after the hunter’s funeral,” Dean told him.  

You heard their voices carry from the other side of the door but you tuned them out not caring about anything, not feeling anything.

“Has she eaten anything?” Sam questioned.

No, I’ve tried, believe me I’ve tried, but she won’t move, she won’t eat,” Dean said, “I don’t even think she’s actually fallen asleep. She just sits there, Sam, I don’t know what to do. I can’t fix her.”

“She saw it, didn’t she?” The youngest Winchester wondered, “She saw that shifter kill her brother.”

Dean nodded and looked towards the closed bathroom door. He couldn’t stand to see you like this, he hated that he couldn’t take the pain away from you.

You heard the door open and saw Dean walk in through you blank stare. He came and sat down next to your limp body and placed a hand on the small of your back.

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“(Y/N), sweetheart, how about we get you out of this bathroom?” He asked. “Maybe we could go for a drive, change the scenery for a little while?”

You slowly looked up at him and nodded your head stiffly.

“That’s my girl,” Dean said with a small, sweet smile placed on his lips. “But first let’s clean you up a bit.”

Sam watched from the doorway as you nodded once again.

Dean carefully picked you up and sat you on the edge of the tub that was taking up the majority of the motel bathroom. He grabbed a washcloth and wet it with the warm water that came from the tap.

He slowly wiped away the blood and tears that covered your face then went to work on your arms, clearing your skin from the aftermath of the hunt that had taken place a few days ago.

“Sam, grab me one of my shirts from my duffle,” Dean told his brother as he gently removed your blood crusted shirt. As Sam handed Dean a clean shirt and he placed it on you.

Dean stood up then entered the tub to be behind you. With a brush, he carefully untangled your hair then began braiding it, something you had taught him to do on one of your days off. Once he was satisfied with his work he returned to a crouch in front of you, “You ready for a drive?”

Yet again you nodded and walked with Dean, your arms wrapped around him, to the impala. He opened the passenger’s side door for you and helped you in.

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You placed your head on the window and watched as everything went by quickly. Suddenly you felt the tears begin to wet your cheeks and quickly your silent tears turned into loud, breathless sobs.

Dean pulled his baby to the side of the country road you were currently on and slid over to you, wrapping you in an embrace.

You buried your head into his chest and continued to cry, your tears wetting his shirt. Dean allowed you to cry, and that’s just what you did.

Finally, your tears dried up but you stay latched onto the man you loved, breathing in his familiar scent of leather and mint to calm yourself.

“I know it hurts, (Y/N), and I wish I could take all that pain away from you but I can’t,” Dean began. “Just know I’m here for you, okay? I will always be here, I will never leave you.”

Live Life Golden Part 11

Jungkook x reader

Warnings: strong language

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He was a graduate of the elite class, inherited billions from his father, and lived the life of an international playboy. (y/n) came into his life and made him question it all.

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