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The Girl Next Door [Tom Holland Smut]

Request: “ #695 for tom holland 😛 [[know you’re busy but i feel u, take your time]] “ [anonnymous] 

Words: 1.7+k

Rating: Explicit

Trigger warings: Smut, cheesy romcom story lmao

Summary: You just wanted to take a shower and relax in bed after a rough day.

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but I made it into a full imagine to fulfill the thirst of my sweet sinful followers that have been requesting Tom Holland. Y’all give me life. I hope you like this. Also I wanted it to be short but whoops. 

As soon as you walked into your apartment you slipped out of your shoes and started peeling off your clothes. You knew your room mate wouldn’t be home at that time and you couldn’t care less if your creepy neighbor was staring at you through the window. Not today. You were too tired to think about it. Too sweaty to stay on this hideous polo shirt that was the bookstore uniform. All you needed right now was a nice shower and lay in your bed reading one of those erotica books your sister gave you because not even your brain were working right to read anything with depth. You needed to relax.  

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Cooking a meal for them - Seventeen (hip hop unit)


Cheol is so touched when he comes home to see you cooking dinner for you two. The table was set and a candle was lit in the middle. For a second his heart rate sped up, did he forget something important?

“Babe?” He puts his bag down and walks into the kitchen hesitantly.

“Hey sweetie.” You wrap an arm around his waist and press a kiss to his lips.

“What’s all this for?”

“Just because I love you.” You smile at him and stir the food once more before turning the burner off.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“Hmm I’m not sure but~ if you love me you’ll do the dishes after.” You throw him a smirk and he nods wholeheartedly.

“You got it babe.” He helps bring the food over to the table and pulls your chair out for you.

“Happy anniversary.” You burst out into laughter as his face drops.

“I’m kidding!!” He clearly doesn’t appreciate your joking as he throws you a look that could kill.

“I love you~~” You grab his hand and his face eventually breaks into a smile.

“Yeah yeah I love you too.”

Originally posted by saysvteen


Everyone knows Wonwoo is extremely helpless in the kitchen, so when he came home to you cooking a meal for everyone he’d never felt more relieved.

It was his night to figure out what everyone should eat and of course they all wanted something home cooked. Much to his displeasure he couldn’t get out of it, but thanks to you it’s not a problem.

“Did you call her?!” Mingyu looks a Wonwoo.

You nearly dropped the utensil in your hand as all thirteen boys came in the kitchen.

“No! She didn’t know, I swear.” Wonwoo defends himself and walks up to you, kissing your temple.

“Didn’t know what? I just thought you guys would like a nice meal when you got home. Sorry for not telling anyone…” You practically shrink as all the boys stare at you.

“No no Y/n it’s fine, thank you. Ignore them. It was Wonwoos night to cook but he sure got lucky didn’t he?” Seungcheol tells you, partially scolding the others.

“I really am lucky, thank you for saving me.” Wonwoo laughs a little and brings you in for a proper hug.

“Alright anyone wanna set the table for me please?” You ask and of course Mingyu springs into action.

“Remind me to thank you in another way later tonight.” Wonwoo whispers in your ear, making you bite your lip.

“Wonwoo can you not stay off her for even a second?” Han asks making your boyfriend equally as flustered as you.

Originally posted by i-wonwoo


Mingyu was coming home from dance practice and was so ridiculously tired. All he wanted was to come home to you and cuddle for the rest of the night.

When he walked in and saw you in the kitchen with his apron around your waist his heart practically melted. You were still unaware of his presence in the kitchen and jumped when you turned around.

“Jeez Gyu you scared me! Why didn’t you say anything?” You put the soup ladle down and wipe your hands on a rag before walking over to him.

When he doesn’t respond you’re immediately on red alert.

“Babe?” Your hands end up around his neck and he just sets his face in the crook of your neck.

Your fingers start absentmindedly stroking his hair.

“Rough day?” You ask and feel him nod in response.

“You go shower, I’ll finish up here okay?” You pull away and plant a kiss on his cheek.

He complies and walks to the bathroom knowing he’s the luckiest guy in the world to have someone like you.

Originally posted by moncheriwonwoo


When the thirteen boys walked into the dorm to the smell of something amazing they all looked at Vernon.

You hear their whispers and murmurs from the doorway and you walk into their line of sight.

“Anyone hungry?” You ask and all the boys nod.

“Perfect! Everything should be ready in five to ten minutes so you guys can go ahead and relax.” You smile sweetly at them and they all let out relieved groans.

Vernon walks into the kitchen instead of following the other boys to the couch. He notices your apparel and pulls you away from the stove and towards him. You look at him with a weird look and he chuckles.

“What? Your apron says kiss the cook so…” And with that said he cupped both hands on your cheeks and kissed you lovingly.

“Thank you for being so good to us.”

You pull away with a huge smile on your face and pat his head. “It’s my pleasure, now if you don’t mind…”

“Right right sorry I’ll let you cook.” Vernon kisses your cheek and goes back into the living room.

You hear a bunch of yells and hollers from the boys when he joins them again.

“Dude you’re so whipped.”

Originally posted by sneezes


Request ⇾ can you do a bill x reader where her sibling is best friends with Georgie and they become best friends and have a crush on eachother?

Warnings ⇾ none!

A/N ⇾ Keep sending in requests, via private message, and asks! I love answering them!


Bill and Y/N had been friends for as long as either could recall. Bill always held Y/N so dearly to his heart, she was such a high and important point in his life. He truly adored her and it was no secret. Whether that be Stan, teasing him, or an innocent onlooker, who had no relationship with either, it was obvious to them all that he had a crush on her. Everyone except Y/N. Of course, she knew they had a special bond and thought of him as high and as important as he did her, but she thought that was where the feelings stopped. They were friends, friends and nothing more - according to her.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want them to have a romantic connection, in fact, she wanted more than anything for that to be a reality. It was all down to the one factor that was: she was simply too terrified to even instigate it. Every time she looked at him, she got butterflies. That didn’t stop of her dreaming, however.

Little did Y/N know that the eldest Denbrough, the boy with the kind smile and comforting eyes, the loser who everyone knew as ‘Stuttering Bill’, her best friend, had been harbouring the exact same feelings for her. Whenever he even thought of her, he got butterflies. To some, it would be considered an innocent crush, but the people closest to Bill and Y/N knew it was more of an infatuation. Some people may even dare to say the two loved each mother.

However Bill, being a rather shy and anxious teen, struggled to even think of how he could confess his feelings to her. He, alike to Y/N, was too scared of ruining the perfect harmony the two had made with one another and would rather risk not telling her, to make sure he never lost her.


“Y/N! Hurry up! You’ll be late, you’re supposed to be taking Jakey to play with George in ten minutes!”

Y/N sat at her dressing table in a frenzied panic, she was supposed to be leaving in ten minutes? She had barely finished her hair! And she wanted to look perfect, she was going to see Bill!

Y/N continued running around her room, doing the last finishing touches and making sure everything was put back away. She had just finished buckling up her shoes when she heard her frantic mothers call once more.

“Please hurry, Y/N! You have to go!”

“I’m coming!”

And with that, Y/N ran down the stairs of the L/N household. She grabbed her brothers hand, much to his surprise, and yanked him out of the house to start their journey.


Bill heard the sharp ding from his room, alerting him that Y/N and her brother had arrived. He shot up quickly, too excited to keep his nerves under control. He raced to the door and paused before it. He took a deep breath and opened it. Upon opening it, Bill saw Y/N standing with her rain mac covering most of her head. What he could see of her face was her delicate and excited smile peeping out of the bottom. It was so beautiful, he was sure he was the colour of a tomato. He was interrupted from his trance when he heard Y/N’s little brother, Jake, call out.

“Hi, Bill!”

“Hi Jake, h-hi Y/N!” He exclaimed, rather too excitedly.

He welcomed the two into his home, watching as Jake and Georgie ran off together into Georgie’s room.

“Take your shoes off!” Y/N exclaimed, “And don’t make too much of a….” she trailed off, knowing the little boys were having far too much fun to be listening to her ramble on. “Mess.”

Bill laughed at Y/N’s attempt to mother them, they both knew they were two reckless young boys who would do everything in their small powers to, indeed, make a mess.

“Come on, then.”

He led her into his room, silently closing the door behind her.


“You’ve never seen Beetlejuice?” Y/N laughed, in a state of utter shock. “It’s brilliant!”

“No, I’ve never s-s-seen it!” He laughed along side her.

The two were sitting rather close on his bed, discussing their favourite films, as they had just finished watching one prior.

“You’ll have to come over sometime….” she nervously suggested, “you know, so we can watch it.”

“Oh, y-yeah, of c-c-course. I’d love to.”

For a second there, Bill was sure he could see a rose hue flash up onto the girls cheek’s and the sight of that gave him butterflies and caused his mouth to break into the biggest smile. Almost at the same time, Y/N would put her life on the line and say she saw him give the happiest grin he could muster. The sight of that gave her butterflies.

Last Christmas and Cookies (the 25 days of Steve Imagines: Day 2)

Steve Harrington x Reader


Hey! I have request for the 25 days of Steve imagines! Can you do one where the reader is Dustin’s older sister and when they decorate the tree at her house, Steve comes over to help and it’s just all fluffy and adorable? Thanks in advance!

Hihi!! This came out a tad shorter than expected, but I hope you enjoy and that it’s everything you hoped it would be!! I had a good vision for this story, but it didn’t pan out how I wanted it to, so if your not happy with it, I can rewrite it!!! Anyways I hope you enjoy!!


“Dustin! Can you pass me that one right there?” You asked, pointing to a large ceramic ornament, while trying not to fall off the ladder you were perched upon precariously.

“Sure sure,” Dustin said, shuffling over to you, passing the ornament up the ladder.

Christmas music blared from the radio and you began to step down from the ladder, walking back to examine your work. You put your arm around Dustin’s shoulder and patted his arm. “We got our work cut out for us, don’t we buddy?” You joked. He laughed and you both continued to hang ornaments evenly throughout the tree.

“I’m going to go put that dough that’s in the fridge in the oven! All this Christmas makes me want cookies!” You said enthusiastically after a while. You liked decorating the tree, but cookies were always the best. You preheated the oven as you rolled the dough out on the counter. You carefully cut the dough into circles, Christmas trees, and stars using the old metallic cookie cutters your mom had bought so many christmases ago. As soon as you finished, you popped the trays in the oven and setting the timer. When you walked back into the living room, a rendition of jingle bells had just ended and your new favorite Christmas song had just began. “Last Christmas” by wham!.

“Oooh turn it up!” You implored, bouncing over to the player, turning the volume nob.

As you hummed the into music there was a jaunty knock at the door, “Dusty get the door!” You said, as the chorus was about to start.

Dustin looked down from his place on the ladder, irritated, “demanding much?” not moving from his spot.

“Come on I’m vibing???” You begged, still spinning, and the words began.

He rolled his eyes, and walked over to the door that was only 10 feet away from you, but you were too happy to care.

“Last Christmas, I gave you my heat,” you sang, spinning and milling about the room. Picking up ornaments and placing them on the tree carefully.

At the other side of the room, Dustin was stood at the door, “She’s gone crazy,” he said.

At that Steve walked into the room, laughing at you laughing, singing, and dancing throughout the room. You noticed, pointing at him,”Thisss yearr, to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special.”

He laughed, “Okay babe,” as you walked over and grabbed his hands. You span him around and continued to sing.

“I kept my distance, but you still catch my eye, tell me baby, do you recognize me? Well it’s been a year it doesn’t surprise me!”

He just kept laughing, as he pulled you into a hug, while you took a momentary break from singing and dancing to catch your breath, “You’re crazy,” he whispered into your ear.

You pulled back, looking as if you were about to answer, but started, “now I know what a fool I’ve been, but if you kissed me know I know you’d fool me again.” After finishing the line, you pulled his face to yours, pushing your hands back into his perfect hair.

“Gross,” you heard Dustin say from the door to the kitchen. You flashed a middle finger in his direction and rejoined yourself back in the moment.

After you came back up for air, Steve started, “you have a problem,” while giggling.

“Wham is not a problem, it’s a solution,” You answered innocently.

He pecked you lips, “This is why I love you.”

The first I Love you’s May have happened ages ago, but every little one made you blush like crazy. Your face was pink, as you replied, “I love you too.”

“Now, we have a tree to decorate!” Steve said, gesturing to the tree.

You were decorating the tree with Steve for a while when you realized that you never got the cookies out of the oven. You rushed into the kitchen, “what’s wrong?” Steve called after you, coming in shortly after you.

There Dustin was, sitting at the counter, eating a tree shaped cookie. “Oh hey guys, are you done making out in the living room, cause I’d love to get back to decorating?” Dustin asked, causing you to turn red and Steve to choke on air from laughter. You punched Steve’s shoulder playfully and grabbed a cookie off the tray, shaking your head at your brother.


I HO HO HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!! This has been day 2 of the 25 days of Steve Imagines!!! If you have any ideas, like this lovely human, feel free to drop it in my ask box(link in my bio) and if your wanna read anything else I’ve written, feel free to check out my masterlist(link in my bio!!) have a lovey day:)

Midnight Strain (M)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,112

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Description: After a long day at work, you tried to relax for the night but it seems like Jungkook has something else in mind.

Warning: A little bit of sexting, Phone sex, Slight domme!reader, sub!jungkook, Dirty talk, and Teasing

A/N: I promised myself that I wouldn’t write another sub!member fic again because I feel like it’s hard. But look what I’ve been working on for a few months now. I was hoping to have this out before his birthday but.. lets just say this is a late birthday celebration. Feedback and Requests are always welcomed.

[11:30 pm] Jungkook: Hey!

[11:32 pm] Jungkook: I need ur hekp with someyhing

[11:37 pm] Jungkook: ___! Where are u?

[11:40 pm] Jungkook: Hello? Are u slepe?

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femmethem  asked:

sarchengsey, 57: “ Is that my shirt? ”

Ah, look, another roadtrip fic as three kids slowly fall in love.
Word Count: around 1700.

The first time it happens, it’s an accident.

It’s somewhere between cornfields and civilization, following the tracks traced on another one of Gansey’s old maps. Blue doesn’t mind, because she’s never been anywhere, so everything is new, and Henry still feels like he’s somehow cheated his way into the best third-wheeling road trip he could have asked for, and he wouldn’t do anything to jinx it.

So they’re going nowhere, which means Blue can go as fast as she wants. Sometimes they end up in towns when it gets dark and they start to get tired, but sometimes there’s nothing in sight. Henry has watched enough horror movies to know sleeping in a corn field is not a terribly intelligent idea, but him and Blue decide that they’re a really terrible cast for a slasher story, and they’ve already beaten one demon. A killer with a scythe is a little less scary, on the far side of it all.

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I did a thing. It took me forever. Progress pictures are included. I learned a lot from this project… I hope you like it, @juuria. I experimented with a lot of different techniques. The picture is based off of your OC’s, Jamie and Blanca. I hope I did them justice? Also… I hope you like the whales. My friends @darkraven2994 and @p3n-gu1n wouldn’t let me finish the piece without adding whales… Um… bai? I love you? I think you’re a cool dudette?

The Music I Can Give You - Part 12

Summary: Generally, you’re a fairly open person with the team. You tell them about your past and in turn they seem to open up to you as well. The only thing is, is that no one on the team knew of your intense love of music. It was something incredibly personal to you and you kept it close to your heart, not willing to open yourself up to other people’s judgement. That is, until Bucky Barnes came to the Tower. You never spoke to Bucky but the more you watched and observed him, the faster you found yourself falling for the kind, strong man. It’s only after seeing Bucky being tormented by one of his nightmares do you realize that maybe there is something that you can do to help him, and quietly show your love for him at the same time. 

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: The picture of the dress is not mine but is what I pictured the reader’s dress like in this chapter. Enjoy and feedback is always welcome!

Originally posted by sebstansmut


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Girl of Mine || M.H.

Word Count: 2,700
Summary: “Can you write something where 2017 Matty takes care of his girl who isn’t feeling to well? He runs her a bath, carries her to the bathroom, undresses her while whispering positives in her ear, giving soft kisses to her cheek and then he helps her in the bath and helps her wash up and then maybe later on they cuddle?”
Author’s Note: I had way, way too much fun writing this. Thank you for this prompt, anon. Please feel free to send more requests here! Enjoy!

He had flown you out as soon as he had heard. Days and nights of not feeling well, partially due to a terrible cold that did not want to leave and the lack of him by your side on his long tour, had taken their toll. You were ill, unhappy, and frankly a mess. 

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gimmebackmybrain  asked:

for promts: I'd love to see what you'd do with Victor's POV, especially if you subscribe to the headcanon of Victor with depression or similar. I've been wanting a giant Victor Angst Fest with him trying to navigate Yuuri's (unknowingly) 'mixed-signals' and his first ever roller coaster 'he loves me, he loves me not'-crush in season 1, but their time in St Petersburg from Victor's POV would be lovely as well. 'So this is what it feels like not to be lonely. But what if he leaves?' Thank you :)

Working my way through the latter half of prompts - thank you all so much for your patience!!

So first of all, thank you so much for this opportunity - it was so much fun to try! I gave your second prompt a shot. It’s bit more ‘wistful fluff’ than ‘angst’ because I seem to be incapable of making these kids permanently sad, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Also thank you so much @kevystel for encouraging me to post what I had written of this earlier this week! It seriously helped me think through this.

Fic below the cut! Also, mild warning for oblique references to depression (plus a bit of anxiety with regard to sense of self?) Also also, this owes so much to this post.

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Late night out - Sam x Reader

Warnings!: Reader gets drunk, but yeah

Word Count: 1,080

Summary: Y/N goes out for a girls night and when she comes home drunk, Sam helps her get off to bed. 

A/N: You guys, lately my creativity has been a constant stream and i fw it for real. Also, just in general, stay tuned boo. 

It had been a while since you had a night out with the girls. Life was busy as a hunter, always on the move. However, this job landed you back in your hometown and you saw it as a perfect opportunity to catch up with friends.

You slipped on a little black dress and some complementary heels. The leather dress wrapped tightly around your body, outlining your natural curves. Your hair fell over your shoulder as you finished applying your lipstick. Wow. You were pleased with the end result and excitment started to build up. Your phone vibrated and you looked down to see a text from one of your friends. 

‘Be here in 10 minutes. Can’t wait to see you!!’

You grabbed your purse and exited the bathroom. 

Sam and Dean each laid on one of the motel’s beds. Dean flipped through endless pages of whatever magazine he was reading, but Sams eyes immediately looked up from his laptop. His eyes went slightly wide and he did a double take at the stunning image of you. 

“Y/N,” Sam stammered. “Where to?” He looked to be in awe. You laughed knowing you must’ve really caught him off guard. 

“Decided to take a night off.” You said, double checking your purse to make sure you had everything. 

Dean looked up from his magazine and he, too, was stunned. “Who’s the lucky guy?” He teased. 

“Just a night out with the girls.” You laughed, walking towards the door. “Don’t worry though, I won’t be too late.” 

Dean started to say something but you left the room, cutting him off. The boys loved you dearly and you knew they just wanted you to be safe and responsibile. And they never failed to make sure you knew this. Which you did, you were old enough to take care of yourself and it wasn’t their job to babysit you. Afterall, you just worked with them, nothing more. 


Music blared through the speakers as you danced, holding your drink high. This was your fifth drink? You felt a bit queasy but still jumped as the lights roamed over the crowd. In one quick slosh, vodka hit the back of your throat, sending a warm feeling down your throat. Panic rushed through you as you remembered that you didn’t know where your purse was. 

You pushed through the crowd of people who were all dancing on each other and some even tried to latch onto you. You just shook them off though and suddenly the music became more present than ever. Your hands clasped over your ears as they started to ring. Finally, you found your purse and immediately checked your phone. It had been an hour since you had lost track of your friends in the crowd and still no sign of them. Without hesitation, you grabbed your belongings and headed for the exit door. 

The cold nights air hit you when you stepped outside. It actually didn’t bother you, not compared to the heat inside. The motel was only two blocks over, so you began your walk, finding comfort in the cool air. 

Halfway to the motel, you looked up to the sky. It wasn’t cloudly at all, in fact you could see many constellations. Each one was fascinating and more than interesting to look at. You smiled, looking away from the sky and wondering what else could be out there. You laughed as you thought of the angels in heaven. They are out there afterall. One normal night did not mean one normal life. This life belonged strictly to the abnormal. 

You stumbled into the motel, a giggling mess but clasped a hand over your mouth when you saw Dean passed out on the bed. Not wanting to disturb dean, you slowly turned around, closing the door. When you turned around, Sam stood in the bathroom doorway, brushing his teeth. You jumped, startled by his sudden presence. However, you forget that you had heels on and when you landed, you lost your balance causing your foot to fall sideways, sending you to the ground. 

“Damn it!” You cried out, holding onto your ankle. 

Sam rushed over to you, toothbrush still in his mouth causing you to bust out laughing. “Sam!” You exclaimed. 

It didnt take long for Sam to piece together that you were drunk. He grinned, rolling his eyes as you threw your head back laughing. 

“We need to get you off the floor, Y/N. Come on.” Sam struggled to say as his toothbrush still took up space in his mouth. You felt your self being lifted off of the tile floor and placed onto Sam’s bed. 

Sam walked into the bathroom, quickly rinsing off his toothbrush and sitting it down on the counter. 

“I’ll be easy on you since you definitely just sprained your ankle.” Sam pointed out as he sat beside you. 

“You couldn’t be tough on me even if you wanted to.” You laughed, reaching out and poking his nose. “Boop!” 

“Quiet, quiet, if you wake up Dean, he’s going to be pissed.” Sam snickered. Of course Sam wouldn’t be hard on you. He understood that things got hard at times and sometimes it can help to just have even a moment of normalcy. Dean was always more hesitant when it came to you being on your own for anything. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, he just cared too much for you. Dean felt like he had to look out for you. 

You nodded, laying back on the bed and ignoring your ankle, which was starting to swell. 

“Should probably get some ice on that.” Sam suggested. You shrugged him off though. 

“I feel okay, actually would you bring me a bottle of water, my throat is not feeling its best.” You admitted sitting back up. Sam stood up, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a water for you. 

“Heads up.” Sam said, gently tossing the water bottle to you. You caught it in your hands and the cold plastic burned your hands. You unscrewed the cap though and took a sip. The cold water hit your teeth, sending shivers throughout your body. 

“Get some sleep,” Sam said, lifting the blankets up and laying them over you all at once. “Job starts tomorrow.” 

“But Sam,” You asked, a sense of worry washing over you, “What if my ankle isn’t better by tomorrow.” 

“It will be.” Sam smiled at you once more before flickering the lights off. 

Luke Hemmings Smut

“Have you seen Michael?” Y/N asked, coming into the living room.

Luke, Michael’s roommate, nodded his head. “He said he had to go into work for a few hours and that I should keep you company.”

Y/N smiled. She liked hanging out with Luke. They always had fun together, a stress free day.

“What do you want to do?” he asked, patting the empty spot on the couch next to him.

Y/N sat down and glanced out the window at the rain and frowned. “I don’t know. I was hoping we could go into town but it’s raining,” she sighed.

Luke nodded, his blonde hair bobbing against his head. “Why don’t we have a movie marathon instead?”

Y/N looked at the pouring rain, thinking it was the perfect day to relax with Luke on the couch. The best part was she didn’t have to change. She could wear her running shorts and too small t shirt for the rest of the day. She could also get away with having her hair messy. She could tell Luke was still in his pajamas too. His gray sweatpants hung loosely off his hip with his black t shirt showing off his muscles. She blushed at the thought.

In no time at all they had finished the first movie and were onto the second. She still hadn’t heard from Michael and was starting worry that he would be gone most of the day. She had driven almost two hours so that they could spend the weekend together and now here she was spending it with his roommate. Not exactly how she imagined the weekend would play out.

Her body was beginning to ache from the position was she in. Luke was lying across the couch and she was leaning against his stomach but now her back was starting to bother her. Without a second thought, she laid down against Luke, so that they were spooning. This was a much more comfortable position. His arm draped over her stomach and he pulled her against him.

As the movie played, they could both feel the sexual tension rising in the room. She could feel his erection pressing against her back and he was making no effort trying to hide it. His right hand was slowly moving lower down her stomach, towards her aching core.

She knew this was wrong and she didn’t want to hurt Michael but she had always had a thing for Luke. Even before she began dating Michael. Luke was just a great guy to be around and always made her feel good, even when she was at her worst.

She felt Luke’s hand creep slightly slower and she stood up surprising him. His blue eyes, now dark, watched her walk to the kitchen and out of sight. She needed to calm down. Her body was aching for Luke.  

Standing on her tiptoes, she struggled trying to get a cup from the cabinet. Her fingers grazed across the glass but she wasn’t able to wrap her hand around it.

She felt Luke from behind her as he reached up to grasp the cup. His front was pressed against her back and she felt his still evident erection. He placed the glass down on the counter but made no attempt to step away from her.

Instead his hands landed on her hips, moving her t shirt aside, making small circles with his thumbs. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against his shoulders. Taking Luke’s hand in her’s she moved down to the waistband of her shorts.

His hand slid beneath the material and down towards her core. He pushed aside her underwear as his fingers ran across her folds.

“Already wet,” he muttered.

She moaned as his fingers teased her before slipping two in. She groaned as his fingers moved in and out, working their magic.

“Fuck Luke,” she moaned.

Three fingers moved across her folds and came to a stop on her sensitive spot. He began rubbing them against it as his other fingers, moved inside her.

She could the familiar knot already beginning to form in her stomach. It normally took longer for her to reach her climax and she was doing her best to hold it back but she needed release. Her body couldn’t take it anymore.

She felt her walls clench around his fingers and felt her legs grow weak. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the counter, steadying herself. She felt Luke take a step back and she waited a moment before turning around. He was standing against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, a smile plastered across his face.

She glanced at his gray sweatpants, that hung loosely across his hips. His erection was still evident and she was ready to please him the way he had pleased her.

Taking a step across the kitchen, her hands reached towards his waistbands. Her fingers played with the elastic and when Luke didn’t say anything, she gently pulled them down along with his black boxers.

He was much bigger than she had anticipated and she smiled when she saw what she was working with.

She kneeled down, placing her bare knees on the cold tiled floor. Taking him in her hand, she moved her hand up and down. Her finger moved across the tip, spreading the pre cum that had begun to form.

Leaning forward, she flicked her tongue over the tip, resulting in a moan from Luke.

She took him in her mouth, slowly moving her mouth up and down. His fingers tangled in her hair as moved along him, occasionally moving her tongue over the tip. She felt Luke relax the more she ran her mouth over him.

“I want to cum inside you,” Luke moaned.

She moved her mouth up and down one more time before Luke caved. “No more,” he whispered, gently pulling her head away from him.

She had just removed her mouth, when there was a knock on the door. Glancing at Luke, he pulled up his underwear and sweatpants.

“You get it. I’m sure it’s someone trying to sell something. I’ll be in my room, waiting,” he said.

Y/N nodded, running her hands through her hair and making sure that she looked acceptable before going to open the door.

When she opened the door, she came face to face with Michael.

“M-Michael,” she said, surprised. “I thought you were working. And why don’t you have your key?”

“I lost my key. I forgot to tell you. It’s a good thing you’re home. Where’s Luke?” he asked, glancing around the empty living room.

“In his room.”

Michael nodded, glancing at her. “Want to grab dinner?”

“Ok. Let me tell Luke.”

Y/N knocked on the door before opening it slightly. Luke was lying on the bed, staring at her.

“Michael’s here. We’re going to get dinner.”

Luke’s face fell, as his blue eyes glanced toward his obvious erection.

“Well I guess I’ll have to finish my self.”

“I’ll help you next time,” Y/N said, as Luke looked up her a huge smile on his face.

Anyone want a part 2?

Summer Job Series (svt) -  babysitter!seungcheol

This is my first ever scenario but I hope you like it !!!

  • you can’t say you love babysitting
  • it’s not that you were bad per se, it just that you couldn’t really handle all the energy
  • you had younger twin brothers, who were cute and all ,,, until they steal your stuff to see if they can sell it to buy more action figures
  • they were eight and running everywhere, messing with everything, and it was just too much 
  • your parents never let you babysit them by yourself cause they knew you couldn’t handle it
  • and thank god cause even you can’t trust yourself with taking care of them 
  • but also wow I’m in college, I can’t even take care of my brothers smh
  • your parents were having a dinner party with the parents of the twins’ friends
  • so basically wine sipping adults and six year olds running around everywhere ,,, great 
  • it seemed fine cause all you had to do was help set up then you could stay in your room away from the mess 
  • your parents call you down from your room and tell you that the adults wanted to go out for karaoke …
  • and you’re like no, nonononono you can’t leave me alone I cAnt evEN taKE CaRe oF mYseLf!!!! LET ALONE 5 KIDS
  • and your parents are like pls chill, our regular babysitter (who you were pretty good friends with) can’t make it tonight so one of the parents called one of their regulars
  • and you’re like ,,,, ok but this makes it harder cause idk this person gskflsj
  • and they’re like you’ll be fine!!! please do this for us!! the children will be up for just another two hours then they’ll go to sleep !!!! please !!! 
  • you give in cause you don’t really have a choice
  • the parents stay until the babysitter comes
  • the door bell rings and you hear your parents welcome them in
  • you look up from your phone and were genuinely surprised
  • there was a guy, seemingly college age as well, walks into the living room
  • he walks up to you as you stand up from the couch
  • he shakes your hand and smiles
  • and ,,, his hand is really big and is rough but in a nice way??? what 
  • and his smile, it made you melt cause it was just too cute 
  • “hey, my name’s Seungcheol nice to meet you,” 
  • he was too polite and kind it was weird
  • jk it was nice and adorable you couldn’t help but smile warmly and introduce yourself as politely as he did
  • “Seungcheol’s been our regular babysitter for the past 3 years, he’s basically a pro don’t worry y/n” said one of the parents
  • he blushed and was like what!! noooo
  • he was incredibly handsome like you have never seen someone look that good in a plain black tee and jeans
  • as the parents were saying goodbye to their kids, Seungcheol came and stood next to you
  • “umm I kinda heard that you aren’t that comfortable with kids so if you want you don’t really have to do anything”
  • you looked at him with the utmost surprise which made him ??? so confused
  • you began laughing and he’s like what’s funny?
  • then you told him that he’s gonna die trying to take care of this many rowdy kids, no matter how good of a babysitter he is
  • he smirked smugly and said let’s see really confidently
  • and you’re like /// woah what happened to the polite seungcheol??? I miss him now 
  • and now it’s his turn to laugh
  • now in the house its just you two with the kids
  • the first two minutes seemed peaceful enough ,,, then the screaming began 
  • three of the boys were fighting over whose action figures were better 
  • the two girls were watching barbie as the princess and the pauper and were fighting over who was better, anneliese or erika
  • you and seungcheol look at each other and just sigh
  • “as much as I like the barbie movies, I’m gonna go sort out the boys with the action figure fiasco”
  • you laugh and laugh even more when he mentions that he prefers erika over anneliese but they’re both pretty bad ass
  • you go to girls and try to calm them down
  • like hey!!! both princesses are cool !!! anneliese is really intelligent while erika is talented !!! and they’re best friends so you should like both of them
  • the girls were like ,,, thats true ,,,,
  • then the wedding scene comes and the three of you smile and sing along to the cute song
  • seungcheol looked and you and thought ,,, wow ,,, she’s really pretty ,,, and she sings really well ,,,
  • you look at seungcheol and smile at him
  • you’ve always found it adorable when guys are really good with kids 
  • this is the first time you’ve seen it in real life, only in movie and tv shows
  • you see him be like !!! obviously my action figure is better !!! like look at all the weapons that come with it !!!
  • the boys were fascinated and stopped fighting when they realized seungcheol was right ,,, his was way cooler
  • seeing this made your heart melt since like !!! how adorable is this !!!
  • it was already time for bed so you both help the kids get ready for bed 
  • they were in the living room, the boys already tired out from fighting, already sound asleep
  • you and seungcheol watched the kids ,,, standing like proud parents
  • until one of the girls woke up rather frantically 
  • she then started crying 
  • you and seungcheol rush to her ,, worried sick
  • seungcheol pet her hair while she hugged him
  • “what’s wrong mina?? what happened??” he said as he comforted her
  • seeing seungcheol being so caring for this little girl ,,, made your heart hurt from the cuteness 
  • “cheolie, I had a nightmare… can i have some warm milk,,,” she said feebly 
  • “of course, y/n and I will go get it” he said as he gave her one last squeeze before releasing from the hug 
  • she sniffled as you lead seungcheol to the kitchen
  • as much as that was sweet scene, you couldn’t miss out on this opportunity 
  • “cheolie?” 
  • he blushed as you mentioned the nickname ,,, he was too cute you couldn’t stop smiling
  • “yeah, mina was 5 when I first babysat her and she had a hard time saying my name, so she just called me cheolie… guess it just kinda stuck”
  • “awww you’re just too cute” you say as you pinch his cheek
  • “im cute?” he looks smugly
  • you looked away and he just laughs
  • you guys get to the kitchen and heat up the milk
  • you have random conversation, how school’s going and all
  • as you guys walk back to mina with her warm milk you see her smile weakly
  • “are you better honey?” you say as you brush the stray hairs from her face
  • she nods and smiles meekly ,,,, 
  • “cheolie, can you braid my hair”
  • he smiles as he gets to work
  • its a comfortable silence ,, just watching him gently french braid her hair
  • and like he is REALLY good, like he is instagram worthy good
  • as he finishes he shows her how she looks through his phone
  • and mina just ,,, smiles like the cutest lil smile ever
  • she hugs him as a thank you and your heart is practically bursting cause this was the cutest thing you have ever seen
  • “alright mina, you really should go back to sleep now. Y/N and I will be here if you need us again” seungcheol says so warmly
  • mina lays down and closes her eyes, quickly falling asleep
  • you and seungcheol sit on the couch, the room dimly lit while all you could hear are the soft breathes of the kids sleeping
  • you’re siting next to each other ,,, a little too close for people that have just met ,, but it feels really nice 
  • “so you know how to braid hair too huh? what can’t you do” you say making him smile
  • “having been mina’s babysitter for three years teaches you a couple things” he says chuckling a bit
  • you tell him how you can’t even braid your hair half as nice as he can  
  • “want me to braid your hair for you?” 
  • you’re shocked cause ,,, like what a weird thing BUT YES PLS
  • he starts braiding your hair and it’s like heaven 
  • his big hands are surprisingly really gentle, he softly takes pieces of hair and incorporates it into your hair 
  • as he finished you were really giddy and really wanted to see how it looked
  • you saw yourself through your phone ,,, and you were genuinely surprised
  • its was perfect ,,, the braid being loose while also keeping its form really well
  • he had left pieces of hair out to frame your face and you truly felt so pretty because of it
  • seungcheol looked at you happily, noticing how happy and giddy you were from something he did
  • “you are truly amazing, you know that right” you say, beaming at him
  • “well it helps that you are just absolutely beautiful to begin with” he says softly as he comes closer and closer towards you
  • you look away at the sweet compliment but he takes you face gently into his hands ,,, and when you’re looking at him he softly tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear
  • and slowly ,, slowly you just gravitate towards each other
  • the kiss was sweet and gentle, giving you a million butterflies in your stomach 
  • when you guys pulled away you guys were smiling so much it would probably creep out people if they were watching
  • but you guys were just so !!! happy !!!
  • you held hands as you leaned your head on his shoulder ,,, whispering your conversation so you didn’t wake the kids
  • and you were just so … comfortable … that you just started to drift off ///
  • “Y/N wake up, the parents are back” he said softly, nudging you to wake you up 
  • seungcheol thought that you looked so adorable ,,,, all sleepy and beautiful ,,, 
  • you guys stretched once you got up and quietly greeted the parents when they came in
  • you both helped them carry their kids and their belongings back to their car 
  • as the parents left, your parents gave you the money to pay seungcheol then headed off to bed, tired from being up waaay too late
  • as you walked him to the door, you tried to give him the money but he refused
  • “meeting you is worth way more than any amount of money” 
  • as you practically melted and supported yourself on the door frame he looked at you cheekily
  • “although, you could pay me with one last kiss and a date”
  • you couldn’t even reply when he already went in for the kiss
  • when it ended it left you starstruck cause like wow ,,, that was a lot more passionate then the last one
  • “can I assume from you kissing me back that it’s a yes for the date” he asked, smirking
  • you smile and are like well duh captain obvious 
  • you guys exchange numbers and you watch him get into his car and drive off 
  • and you just go and flop down on your bed and think ,,, babysitting isn’t that bad after all 
Adventures in Parenthood

  Amelia Novak was nothing but astute in her search for the perfect couple to adopt her unborn child. She was no more than a child herself, only 17, destined for college, travel, all those things late-teens are meant to experience. Motherhood had no place on her agenda. 

  Dean and Castiel looked to be the perfect fit. Dean was cool, easy-going, the classic ‘dad’. Amelia was almost sure of her choice as soon as she met him, could hear cringey dad jokes lolling off his tongue as easy as the alphabet. 

  The thing that made her absolutely certain was seeing Dean with his husband. Castiel was Dean’s antithesis, politeness and etiquette fitting snugly alongside Dean’s informality, his scruffy attire and easy smiles. Those smiles turned all the brighter when they fell upon Castiel’s stoic face. If Amelia felt a little intimidated by Castiel, the way Dean looked at him was enough to ease her nerves.

  As it goes, she couldn’t have got Castiel more wrong if she tried. Once the papers were signed, sealed, delivered, it was he, not Dean, who called her, texted her almost daily for updates: how she was feeling, did she need them to get anything for her, how was the scan, did she have a copy of the ultrasound. Every time her phone buzzed, she felt another wave of affection for the guy, so well put-together, so seemingly cold-hearted, yet so endlessly caring.

  He was going to be a great father. 

  When her due date finally arrived, baby was punctual, as if they had been marking off the days on a calendar. Amidst the contractions tearing at her insides, she managed the call,

“It’s time, get your asses to the hospital,” she gasped, clutching at the seatbelt of her father’s car, before hanging up and throwing her phone over her shoulder.

  The birth was an agonising 32 hours, start to finish. According to her dad, Dean and Castiel stayed throughout the entire ordeal, hovering in the waiting room anxiously awaiting the news.

  When Castiel came to visit her, his normally perfect hair was mussed all to hell, greasy from his fingers tugging at the dark strands. He bent over the bed, placing a kiss to the top of her head. Tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes, and she wiped them gruffly with the back of her hand.

“Remember, we said no pictures, no news-” she stuttered.

“You have our word,” Castiel placates with a warm hand to her shoulder, “you’ve done so well, Amelia. You’ve been so brave.”

“Take care of her,” Amelia whispered, and the smile she received in response was enough to send more tears hurtling burning hot down her cheeks. She lets herself be pulled into a careful hug.

“I promise.”

  Little Claire was a handful from the start. 

  Dean was absolutely besotted with her, couldn’t take his eyes off of her even if he tried. He particularly enjoyed his husband’s insistence that babies bond better with skin-on-skin contact. Which meant a whole lot of wandering around their cosy little house in nothing but their boxers. All the live-long day. It took him right back to when they first started dating; mornings stretching out forever in the confines of whichever bed they’d chosen the night before, waking to careful touches and warm, hesitant kisses. Cooking their dinner naked, curling up on the sofa with full bellies simply because the world didn’t expect anything else of them. 

  It was a long time since he’d seen Castiel completely relaxed like he’d been back then, but he saw it now. Cas hadn’t styled his hair in days, there was dried milk on his forearm, and his skin smelled faintly of baby vomit. 

  And Dean couldn’t think of time when he’d loved him more.

  He kissed his husband almost as much as he kissed baby Claire. He’d taken to nuzzling his nose into her warm little tummy, blowing raspberries and planting little kisses as he breathed in that strangely addictive baby-smell. He was addicted to it, to her. 

  That being said, there were times he genuinely wondered who her paternal father was. Because, occasionally, tiny-ball-of-adorable-fluff Claire transformed into devil spawn. 

  First it was the sleepless nights, that shattered those first few heady days mercilessly and without warning. During the day, Dean honestly couldn’t fault her, but all of her redeeming cuteness was quickly forgotten when all the lights were off and he was curled tightly around his slightly sticky husband.

  She had a cry that Dean was almost certain could be heard from Timbuktu. That could rouse bats from their cozy caves all the way in England. Almost nothing would quiet her. 

  Dean tried humming his favourite tunes, cradling her tight against his chest. Smoke on the water, bat out of hell, back in black, nothing seemed to work. He’d tried the old whiskey on the end of the pinky trick, much to Cas’ displeasure. He would take her around their little house whilst he fed her from the bottle, showing her photographs of her uncle Sam, grandpa Bobby and granddad John, of her dads on various trips they’d taken over the years. Their wedding album. She would scream through all of it. Castiel fared no better, and it made them downright miserable.

  Days began to blend together for lack of sleep, which made Dean feel even worse when Cas’ paternity leave finally ended, and lie-ins and day-naps were no longer an option for him. Dean’s head swam with advice he’d found from his internet searches, from Ellen’s phone calls. 

  Then, late one Thursday, Dean was woken by something peculiar. Utter silence. He cast a glance to Claire’s cot at the end of the bed, to see his husband bent over the bars, cooing softly at their daughter. Who, for the first time in weeks, wasn’t crying. 

“Hey, how’re you doing that?” Dean pouts, rubbing his eyes and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He wraps his arms tight around his husband, still wrapped in his suit from a late night at the office. He hooks his chin over Cas’ shoulder and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. 

  Claire has her podgy fingers wrapped tightly around Castiel’s tie. And she won’t let go.

“She sort of… just gripped it… help me get it off, I don’t want to wake her up again,” Cas whispers.

  From then on, Claire slept soundly between feeds, the navy blue, silken tie curling around her fingers.

  Then there was Claire’s alarming penchant for destruction. Starting with the rearview mirror in the Impala. Dean will never know how she managed to hit it clean off; will never be able to explain how she reached it, how there was so much power in those tiny arms, soft and rolled. He wasn’t even that mad.

  Mostly he was just impressed.

  And her destructive tendencies didn’t stop there. Next, it was the nice lady in the cue at the coffee shop, who’d offered to hold Claire when Dean had opted to leave the stroller in the car, but didn’t have enough hands to reach his wallet in his back pocket.

  One minute, the nice lady, a Green Earth mid 50s type, had a pair of thick rimmed glasses perched on the end of her nose.

  The next, Claire had managed to snatch them off her face and snap them clean in two. Giggling all the while.

  And then, she set her sights on destroying the Winchesters’ dignity. A relaxing weekend trip to the pool with Uncle Sam, what could be better? Claire loved Sam. She loved him. She would make grabby hands at him as soon as he came in through the door, gurgle happily whilst she pulled on his hair hard enough to make him wince. 

  Castiel had taken her to the baby changing unit, whilst Sam and Dean stood in the corridor waiting for him, towels slung about their shoulders, toes curling in to the damp tiles of the floor.

“She’s awesome, Dean, i’m so happy for you guys,” Sam smiles, clapping him on the shoulder.

  Dean grins so hard his cheeks ache.

  Castiel reappears looking a little ruffled, and that grin is wiped clean off.

“Everything okay?”

  Cas shifts Claire up on his hip, her finding nemo arm bands squeaking with the movement. 

“She won’t poop,” Cas whispers urgently. Sam snorts, but Dean turns a glare on him.

“You won’t be laughing if she decides to do that poo in the pool, Sam,” Castiel insists, his eyes wide with panic.

  Dean turns gentle eyes to his flustered husband,

“i’m sure she won’t poo in the pool, Cas, she’s a lady.”

  Not ten minutes later. Ten minutes. And Sam abruptly stops bobbing Claire waist-deep in the water.

“Is that face a good face she’s making?” he says, panic edging his voice.

“Oh, God-” 

“That’s her poop face, alright,” Castiel affirms, as Dean hastily snatches his daughter, pretty in pink, from his brother’s arms and runs- ”hey! no running around the pool!” the lifeguard shouts- speed walks, to the changing rooms. Castiel and Sam try not to look suspicious as they make a swift exit.

  Claire’s kindergarten life sees a change in living situation. Cas left his job at the office, in favour of a position that allowed him to work from home three days a week. Dean found his calling as a gym teacher at the local high school. Castiel would be lying if he said he didn’t appreciate his husband in those tiny, red shorts.

  And, whilst he enjoyed the shift in responsibility, the novelty began wearing off when Claire’s kindergarten would call him. Almost daily.

“Sorry to bother you again, Mr Winchester, it’s Becky… well, no not exactly… It’s just that we operate a strict no-biting policy here at Little Angels?”

“I understand that she likes her Grumpy Cat, I’m just not sure little Timmy deserved to have a cerulean pencil shoved up his nose for asking to play with it?”

“I’m not quite sure how to explain it, Mr Winchester… she just said she’d seen her fathers do it last night?”

“What about karate? Maybe we should sign her up,” Dean announces after dinner one night, “it might help her get rid of some of that aggression.”

  Castiel crowds a sleeping Claire closer to his chest, “Dean she’s only 5. No, I don’t like that idea at all.”

“You don’t think she can hold her own in a martial arts class? What about Robbie last we-”

“Let’s not talk about Robbie,” Castiel cuts him off with a put-upon sigh.

“Come on, let’s at least have a look,” Dean says with a pat to Castiel’s knee, before reaching for his laptop. 

  Turns out, Master Chau’s classes were the best investment they’d ever made. As they watch their baby punch and kick her way through her class, they give one another a secret high five. 

  Claire’s early teenage years are the worst for the both of them. Claire sulks and moans, she no longer kisses Dean’s cheek, or curls up to Cas on the sofa. She rolls her eyes at Dean’s jokes, where once she would belly-laugh so hard that milk would come out of her nose.   

  She holes herself up in her room, blasting noisy music with angry lyrics (Castiel only knows that because of the amount of time he’s spent outside her closed door, wondering if he’s allowed to knock and see if she’s okay), and running their phone bill through the roof talking to god knows who. 

  After a particularly difficult dinner, brought to an abrupt end before dessert by a yelled “it’s not fucking fair!” before heavy footsteps stomped their way to their bedroom, ending the whole scene with a hearty slam of the door for good measure, Dean reaches over the table to take Cas’ hand in his.

“Hey,” he whispers, squeezing his fingers gently. Castiel wipes roughly at his cheeks, shaking his head. Dean wastes no time getting up from his chair, to crouch beside his husband’s, wrapping his arms around Cas’ hips.

“Don’t do that,” he comforts, rubbing gentle lines into Cas’ sides.

“I just don’t understand what we’re doing wrong.”

Dean can only shrug, resting his head against the soft swell of Castiel’s stomach, sighing when he feels fingers curl at the back of his neck.

“Welcome to growing up.”

  Three boyfriends, a girlfriend and a handful of ‘we don’t want to label it’s whizzed by in a haze of shouting matches over homework and underage drinking, movie nights with ice cream, carpools all hours, and long Summer holidays spent with Uncle Sam, Auntie Jody and baby Alex. In the blink of an eye, Claire had grown from a destructive, kick-ass baby in a karate suit and finding nemo arm bands, to a beautiful, head-strong young woman. 

  A young woman who was looking at colleges. 

  And when she finally accepted her place at Berkley, and began her goodbyes, and her endless packing, she spotted something peculiar in her sock drawer.

“What’s this?” she turns the question to her dad, who’s elbow-deep in her wardrobe, grunting with effort as he tries to pull her collection of suitcases out from the confines of her clothes. 

“What’s that, bug?” Dean huffs, turning around and wiping his hands on his jeans. His eyes turn soft at the sight of the silken blue tie in Claire’s hand.

“Wow, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen that,” he breathes, reaching out to take it from her.

“It’s not mine is it?” Claire says, moving to sit next to her dad on the bed.

“It’s papa’s,” he smiles, throwing an arm about her shoulders, “God, when we first brought you home, Claire, the nights were the worst. You wouldn’t sleep, for love or money, not even for AC/DC-”

  Claire laughs a little at that, feeling a tightness in her throat.

“Then one night, you finally decided to shut up when you saw this tie. I woke up, and papa was leaning over your cot, and I thought he was cooing, but he was really urging you to wake up so he could go to bed, you were so strong, and you wouldn’t let go of it.”

  Claire hears her dad’s voice get a little tight, and she leans further into him with a watery smile.

“You slept with this tie every night until you were 5,” he laughs, threading it through his fingers, “you would hardly let it out of your sight long enough to let us wash it. I had no idea you kept it all this time.”

  The end of that weekend saw Claire’s belongings piled high in the hallway, all three of them making trips to and from the car, trying their best to fit it all in. 

  Claire pulls up short on the sidewalk when she hears her papa sniff. He’s looking into one of the boxes in the hall, and she runs to cover the distance between them as fast as she can.


  Castiel pulls Grumpy Cat from the top of the box, his smile shaking,

“Grumpy Cat’s going with you?” 

  Claire snorts, grabbing the scruffy stuffed toy from his hands and holding it close to her chest,

“Shut up,” she whines, “I… couldn’t leave him behind.”

  The only warning she gets is the loud click of Castiel’s swallow, before she’s pulled roughly into a hug that squeezes the air from her lungs. She recovers quickly, wrapping her arms around his middle and squeezing him just as tight, earning herself a throaty chuckle. She can feel tears dripping into her hair, a couple prickling in her own eyes.

“I’m going to miss you, little bug,” he whispers.

  Dean, never one to miss out on cuddle time, wraps himself around the both of them, causing all three of them to laugh wetly.

“God, look at us,” Cas chuckles when they’ve broken apart, all three of them wiping at their cheeks. Claire watches her dad squeeze papa’s shoulder, planting a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, before Dean turns his affections to her, gathering her up in his arms, lifting her off the floor, covering her cheek in sloppy kisses accompanied by over-exaggerated noises.

“Oh my god, put me down,” she yells through her tears, her heart constricting inside her chest.

“You’re such a dork,” she accuses light-heartedly, wiping at her cheek with the sleeve of her hoodie. 

“Honey, that’s my job,” Dean grins, picking up the last of the boxes, “you sure you got everything?”

Claire nods, turning back to Cas, who’s still cradling Grumpy Cat in his arms. She watches him smooth his fingers over the scruffy fur with a reverence she’s never seen in him, and it makes her want to hold him and never let go. She settles for looping an arm around his waist, earning her hair an affectionate ruffle.

Castiel sniffs, holding Grumpy Cat out at arms length, shaking a finger at him with a faux sternness that makes Claire laugh anew.

“You take care of my Claire, now, you hear?” he says.

Well that spun wildly out of control. Jesus.

Anon: hmmmm… prompt: the next starfall, nesta and cassian make eye contact and bOOM THEY KNOW

Cassian knew he looked good. But he spent the extra five minutes just making sure. He straightened his jacket. He rarely wore clothing this nice, but tonight was a special night. Starfall.

Her first.

He heaved a huge sigh and tried to let all his anxious energy go. When that didn’t work, he resorted to running his hands through his hair. He knew she liked the mussed look anyway.

He couldn’t decide whether he should knock on her door or wait at the bottom of the stairs. Would knocking on her door be too forward? Too informal? Would waiting at the end of the stairs be too formal? Was that a thing around Nesta? He went up to her door, still debating the options, but heard her rustling around and bolted down the stairs. He would wait like a gentleman. He could be a gentleman for a night.

Nesta’s gods-damned hair was refusing to cooperate. As usual. For some reason, the braid was rejecting any and every attempt to stay put atop her head. And once it would sit right, some piece of hair would suddenly appear out of the damned thing and she’d have to start all over again. Thank the Cauldron she had already put her dress on or she’d barely have had time. As she put the finishing touches on what she thought would be the perfect updo…a piece of her sleeve tangled in the braid and lodged yet another strand from the braid free. That was it. With a grunt of frustration she took out all the pins and bands, simply letting her hair hang loose. This would have to do.

As she was stomping towards the door, just wanting to open it and get the night started already, it hit her what tonight really was. Starfall. An important night in Velaris. An important night to this Court of Dreams. She wondered what could be so wonderful, and let a small sliver of hope and excitement soften her anger. Before she opened the door she smoothed her dress and composed herself. When she opened the door and looked to the bottom of the stairs, her eyes lit up. 

There he was.

Holy gods. He didn’t think he had ever seen anyone as beautiful. Anything as beautiful. With her hair down, she somehow looked carefree. But he still caught the fire that burned in her eyes. 

He wondered if he would be able to keep his eyes on the sky that night.

Nesta almost whistled. Cassian in formal attire was…wow. Her mouth began watering. His hair was all mussed up, and it brushed past his jaw. Wow. That jaw. She almost forgot how delicious he looked when he acted so unbearably annoying. And so she walk toward him and descended the stairs.

“You clean up well,” Nesta said to Cassian, trying to keep the desire out of her voice.

He could’ve sworn he heard a twinge of lust in her voice at the compliment. He smirked. “You look stunning.” He watched as she rolled her eyes. How can she not see?

She knew she did not look stunning. Such superfluous language from this bat. She couldn’t help the eyeroll. But she was startled when he grasped her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. 

“You look amazing. Breathtaking. Beautiful. You do.” He regarded her with such intensity that she couldn’t help but to believe him. Almost believe him. He let her chin go. “You’re magnificent,” she heard him whisper. She leaned into him and got up on her tip-toes to whisper in his ear. 

“You’re not too bad yourself.” 

Her breathy voice against his ear nearly sent him over the edge. He clenched his jaw to try to maintain some semblance of control. He looked to her and offered his arm.

“Let’s go,” he said with a grin. She smiled back.

Once outside, Nesta could practically taste the eagerness and anticipation in the air of Velaris. She guessed the entirety of the city was outside, mingling, dancing, eating, drinking. There was music playing, a beat that hummed in her bones. Though she didn’t love parties, she felt she could quite enjoy herself. Maybe.

Cassian glanced down at Nesta nervously. Hopefully she was as excited as he was. As the whole city was, for that matter. Her eyes seemed to be taking in and absorbing the lights of the city. Her eyes were shining. And he felt his grin mirror that glow.

“Come on, it’s about to start.” He pulled at her arm on his bicep.

“What do you mean, isn’t this it?” Nesta looked up at him, slightly confused.

Cassian chuckled. Newcomer. “This is nothing. Come on, I have a special spot.” 

“Oh? A special spot?” Nesta raised an eyebrow at him, trying to keep up with his pace. “For all your females?”

“I’ve never brought anyone up here, Nes.” Suddenly, before she could react, he scooper her up and flapped his wings up, up, up. She shrieked and smacked his shoulder.

Once they landed on the roof he had launched them to, Nesta huffed.

“A little warning next time would be nice,” she said, magnifying the contempt she felt.

“My apologies, Emissary,” he said with a laugh in his voice.He loved it when she got mad at him. He loved…

Suddenly the city went quiet. It was starting.

Somehow, as if she knew what was to happen, Nesta looked up. And gasped. She had never seen anything so beautiful. So…pure. Streaks of dazzling, glowing, sparkling white flew across the dark sky. “Glorious,” she breathed.

Cassian couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He had never seen such a look of amazement on her. It took his breath away. Her face was the most dazzling thing he had ever seen. As if she sensed his awed gaze, Nesta slowly brought her eyes to his.

He felt a snap.

She felt something click into place.


Vernon- No Walking Tomorrow

I went a little overboard with this one. -L

The music echoed around the practice room and Vernon’s sneakers squeaked on the smooth, shiny floors. You sat on the folding chair in the corner, waiting for him to finish for the night. He had promised this would be the last run through for the night, as it was starting to get late. The song built to a crescendo as he danced, finishing out the number. Everything was perfect about him from the way his tight jeans held his legs to the way his hair swayed, heavy with sweat. Well, everything but his face actually. He looked too serious and you laughed to yourself for a moment. The last note echoed throughout the room as he crumpled over slightly, panting and tired. He looked over at your face and you tried to hide your laughter.

           “What’s with that face, babe?” he asked, walking towards you, “Something funny about me?”

           “Not at all, silly,” you replied, smirking. He reached you and leaned down to wrap his arms around your shoulders. “Ew, babe! You’re so sweaty!”

           “Suck it up,” he laughed, reaching for a bottle of water that sat behind you. He stood up and took a long gulp. “I think that’s all for today. Ready to go?” You nodded and stood up, taking his hand and leaving for home.

           Your filled the kettle for tea and turned, hearing Vernon walk into the kitchen. He reached into the cupboard and grabbed a snack. He then continued over to you and laid a quick kiss on your cheek.

           “I’m gonna take a quick shower, okay babe?” You nodded and he left the room. Standing alone in the kitchen, you pulled out a mug for yourself and found your tea from the cupboard. After a few minute the water was ready and you poured it into the mug. It would take a bit to steep, so you decided to go change into your PJ’s. You walked down the short hall to your bedroom. You could feel the steam escaping under the bathroom door as the shower was turned off. Once inside you began to strip down. You grabbed a pair of clean underwear and an old t-shirt and threw them on the bed. Taking the last article of clothing off, you heard a chuckle from the doorway. Vernon was standing there, towel wrapped around his waist and droplets of water slowly dripping down from his hair to his smooth chest below. You raised your eyebrow at him as he walked into the room towards you. You tried to reach over to your PJ’s but he stopped your hand midway. You turned to face him.


           “You look so good just like that babe,” he whispered into your ear, leaning forward. Water dripped onto your shoulder and you shuddered. He reached around you and laced his fingers around your waist. You could feel the warmth of his bare chest against yours.

           “Is there something that you want, babe?” you smirked, laughing as Vernon ran his needy hands all over you.

           “You,” he whispered into your collar, “I want you so bad.” He kissed your neck slowly, dragging his over you as your thoughts were overtaken by his warm breath.

           “Then have me.” The words barely escaped your lips before he turned you around and pushed you back onto the bed. Your head hit the pillow as he climbed over you. His mouth began to explore you starting by your ears and working its way down your torso. He teased your hips and came back up to your collar. You reached up to pull his head to yours. He grabbed your wrists and held them down on the pillows, pinning you in place. You resisted and he just held harder. You whimpered under his control and he just laughed.

           “You have to behave, baby. No touching.” You squirmed under him. “I know baby. Shh. Just let me make you feel good.” His mouth returned to your neck, sucking at your skin until it was dark and bruised. He sat up to inspect his work. Satisfied with it he leaned back down and whispered as he nibbled on your ear. “You’re mine baby…” he began, but was drowned out by a groan escaping your lips. “Does my baby want something?” You nodded. “That’s what I thought. If I let go do you promise to keep still?” You nodded again, squirming with anticipation. He finally released your wrists and shifted back. Looking up at your pleading face he held onto your hips, fingers digging into your ass as he inched closer.

           He started with a slow lick, gradually speeding up. The more sounds you made, the harder he went. Before you knew it, his face was buried deep inside you. He came up for air, smiling and panting, and left kisses up and down your thighs before returning. His tongue on your clit sent a shiver up your spine and he began to suck on it. You squirmed ever more and he took it as a message to go harder. You were practically screaming as he removed one hand from your pelvis and inserted two fingers inside of you. They barely fit as they curled upwards, hitting you just right.  

           “Vernon…ah!” you gasped. Your breath was getting shorter by the second. You strained against the one hand still pinning you to the bed. It was no use. He growled into you and swirled his tongue on your clit, fingers still pushing against your insides. The combination was too much and your mind went blank, your body flailing uncontrollably under him. He kept going through your climax, keeping you at your high for as long as possible. When you finally laid still, panting, he leaned up and rested his head on your chest for a moment. His arms reached around you and held you close. After he regained in own breath he sat up and looked at you lying under him. He groaned and you finally noticed his hard cock pressing against your leg. He realized what you’d just discovered and moved back, giving you space. Sadly, moving back just gave him a better view of you, wet and sensitive. He bit his lip, trying to resist you knowing how sensitive you got after you came. You smirked and beckoned him down towards you. He inched forward to hear your gravelly voice.

           “You can do whatever you want to me, Vernon,” you whispered.

           “You sure, babe?”

           “Yes. Come on, it’s torturous to watch your face like this.” He let out a sigh of relief and took your head in his hands, giving you’re a short by strong kiss. He sat up and looked back down at you again. His hand went down to his hard cock, giving it a few pumps before positioning himself in front of you. He neared you and looked up for the okay. You nodded and he slowly pushed himself inside of you. He groaned and let out the breath he’s been holding.

           “Oh, babe…” he smirked leaning down to give you a final kiss, “You might regret this in the morning.” You looked up, confused. “You’ll regret it when you can’t even try to walk. God, I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

           “We’ll see,” you taunted. He sat up with a devious look across his face.

           “I accept the challenge,” he replied as he took hold of your hips. Before you could even tell what he was doing he pulled out and rammed back into you, taking your breath away. “Mmmhmm. That’s what I thought.” He did it again and again, making your moan. “Oh that’s just the beginning, babe.” He smiled and reached down, lifting you so you were on his lap. “Hold on baby.” You wrapped your legs around him and he held you up as he turned his body and got off the bed. He walked the two of you over to an empty portion of the wall and pushed you against it, pinning you with his chest. He began to pump up into you, suspended on the wall. You whimpered every time his hard cock pushed back in. He growled into your chest as he felt you tightening on his cock.

           “Vernon…I’m gonna…” you managed to force out.

           “Come for me baby. I’ve got you.”

           You felt his cock hit you just right, driving you out of reality again. He kept going, pumping up and down even faster. You had lost control but he held you there. He went faster and faster, groaning as you moaned against him. A moan began to escape his lips and he held you tighter, letting his entire weight lean against you in order to keep you both from falling down. His legs quivered as he came, filling you, and sloppily kissing any part of your skin he could find. When he was done he let out a sigh and carried you back to bed. He laid you down and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

           “I think I need another shower. You okay?”

           “Yeah. I’m just gonna lie down. I don’t think I can walk to the shower right now.”

           “I told you babe.” He laughed as he walked towards the door. “I love you.”

           “I love you too, Vernon


A New Place To Stay

Title: A New Place To Stay

Characters: Sam and Dean

Word Count: 2,241

Warnings: Absolutely none. Might make you laugh though

A/N: This takes place while Sam and Dean are trying to hide from leviathans. They need a place to stay and Sam’s choice turns out to be very different from their usual digs. Enjoy!

“Sam, we’re good. Let’s roll.” Dean shut Baby’s gas cap as he moved to the driver’s side door.

Sam held his finger up to Dean as he finished his phone call. “Yep, mhm, perfect. Great, thank you. Yes, I understand. Thank’s again, you’re a lifesaver.”

“Who’s a lifesaver?” Dean asked as he started the pick-up truck.

“I found us a place to crash for the next couple days while we wait to hear from Bobby or Frank.”

“I could have done that.”

Sam rolled his eyes and looked over at his brother. “Dean the last place you picked we had to leave halfway through my shower because they found us…again.”

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Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: SMUT (but cute and sweet smut so nothing too harsh), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), some sadness, a bit of fluff cause we all love fluffy Dean

A.N: this is my first Dean fic, so CONTRUCTIVE criticism is helpful. And of course, any comments are welcomed!

(GIFs are not mine)

Originally posted by tearinmyeye

Originally posted by sensualkisses

You were locked up in your room at Bobby’s for weeks. Ever since Castiel died, you refused to leave the bed you cuddled his filthy trenchcoat in. He was your best friend, and one of the only angels that still visited you after you fell. Bobby would come up every now and then to bring you food and try to talk you out of bed, but you would roll over to face your back towards him. You would sleep most of the time, but you were either plagued with nightmares, or memories with Cas.

One day, you were awoken by the sound of Sam and Dean coming in downstairs. The three men talked about leviathans and other issues below, and you tried to go back to sleep. Eventually, you were aroused by a dip in the bed and the smell of food, which made your stomach lurch in hunger.

Hey, (Y/N/N), I thought you could use a burger. It’s from your favorite place.“ You didn’t respond. "Well, if you aren’t gonna eat it, I will.” You heard the bag rustling and the wrapping begin to open. Giving into your stomach screaming at you, you sat up and snatched the burger from his hands. He watched you devour the burger with a playful smile of triumph. “There she is. Wonderin’ where you’ve been (Y/N). Why are you never getting out of bed? Bobby could use your help, ya know. We all could. The world’s goin’ to shit…again.”

“I miss Cas.” He sighed at your small words between bites.

“We all do. But you don’t see me or Sam or Bobby layin’ around.” You shot him an annoyed look.

“We all handle grief differently.” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Not the girl that radiated confidence and joy. (Y/N), anytime you’re around, everyone’s happy. I hate seeing you like this.”

“Hence the locked door.” He rolled his eyes at your snide comment.

“Do you remember when we first met?” You looked over at him curiously, wondering where he was going with this, “You were kicking ass at the pool table. You challenged me, and was one of the few times I lost. You talked to me first, and flirted first.”

“And I was so excited that I was going to get laid.” You added. “You were so hot and all the girls were drooling over you. I enjoyed watching their faces as I left with you.”

“Really?” He chuckled. “I was the same way.” You smiled a little and he pointed at it.

“There’s that smile! I knew you couldn’t hide that from me.” He poked your face and you swatted his hand away and finished your burger. He poked you again, but in your side, earning a reaction from you. You squealed as he began to tickle you, your laughter echoing through the room. You tried to push him off, but he was too strong. He pinned you down as he continued to tickle you, your face beginning to hurt from smiling and laughing so much. He stopped and both of your laughter slowed and you realized how close Dean was to you. Your heart pounded as he hovered over you, searching each other’s eyes for a sign of something. You wetted your lips as you stared into his green eyes. He lowered his head and met your lips in a kiss. They were soft and warm. When you parted, you smirked.

“Wanna finished what we started that night those few years ago?” You proposed and he smiled, and your heart fluttered. He kissed you again, this time more passionate and lustful. Your fingers shuffled through his hair as your tongues began to dance along with your lips.

God, this man was perfect. He was so beautiful, and he was such an amazing kisser. His lips moved from yours and his teeth grazed your jaw as he laid small kisses down your neck. You trailed your fingers down and found the hem of his shirt and began to pull it up. He finished for you and pulled it over his head, revealing his beautiful body. You needily ground your hips into his and he let out a slight moan at the friction. He pulled your shirt from your body and you shed you own shorts, leaving you bare in only your panties under him. Dean sat back on his heels, taking you in before he shed the rest of his clothing. He hooked the sides of your panties in his fingers and looked at you hungrily as he slowly removed them from your legs. He had a playful smirk on his face as he crawled back over you, licking a stripe from your belly button, between your breasts, and up to your neck. He used his knees to part your legs and he wrapped one arm around your lower back, lifting your underside up to the perfect angle for penetration.

“You ready, (Y/N)?” You nodded and wrapped your legs around his waist as the tip touched your entrance. Shit, you were so wet, and all he did was kiss you and strip you. The things this man can do to make a woman melt. Dean slid into your slick cave and you both moaned at the painfully pleasurable sensation. He began moving in and out at a slow pace, just to make sure you were okay. When he saw your eyes shut and a slight smile on your face, letting out small moans, he took that as an okay to go on. He began to pick up the pace and your moans became more frequent. You bit down on his shoulder to keep yourself quiet as your nails dug into his back and shoulders. He nuzzled his head in your neck as he began to pound into you, both of your climaxes building rapidly.

You clenched around him and threw your head back on the pillow as you flew over the edge, taking Dean with you close behind. He looked down at you after he pulled out, both of your faces smeared with ecstasy.

“Thank you, Dean.” You panted before you kissed him again. He laid down on the twin bed behind you and pulled you into his body.

“Anything for you.” He whispered as the two of you fell asleep.

Daryl x Reader part 3

Note: This is the last part of this mini series, I hope you enjoyed it!

Warning: cute fluffy smut (FINALLY)

part 1  part 2  

It had been a few of days since you arrived at Hilltop. The doctor there did all he could to help your back heal. After your fall, you had suffered minor internal bleeding which was able to be controlled with a course of antibiotics and nerve therapy. You were soon back to normal and ready to head back to Alexandria. You waited by the wall as Daryl rode in a car to get you. It was weird to see him in a car rather than his bike, but he didn’t have that anymore. The ride back was quick and you were in a talkative mood, which seemed to make Daryl smile.

“Wow. I think in my whole time being with you guys, I haven’t seen you smile once until now” You said, looking over at him almost challengingly.

“I aint smiling” he said, his cheeks turning a shade darker.

“Sure” you said, looking back out the window and smirking to yourself.

Daryl was looking good now. His bruises were fading and the cuts on his face were finally scabbing over. You pulled up to the gates which opened at your arrival.

“Welcome home” Daryl said.

You got out of the car and looked over to the house you shared with Carol. You stopped outside and looked at the door. You really hoped she was at the Kingdom and not inside, you couldn’t be bothered to explain to her what had happened and you certainly weren’t in the mood to be asked loads of questions.

“You alright?” Daryl asked, noticing your hesitance.

“Is Carol home?” You asked, turning to face him.

“Yeah I think so” he replied.

You nodded and looked back to the house. “Do you think that maybe I could stay with you?” You turned to look at him, wondering what his response would be. “I mean I was just wondering. I don’t really wanna be around anyone else right now so-”

“Sure” he cut your rambling off and he looked at you with sincere eyes.

You gave him a small smile before walking with him back to his house. Once inside you stood awkwardly in the middle of the entrance and looked around. You remembered when Daryl had brought you into his living room to look at your back, and you remembered the feeling of his rough fingers on your back.

“I’ll take the sofa” Daryl’s rough voice brought you back to reality.

“What?” you asked.

“You can take the bed upstairs, you shouldn’t sleep on the sofa with your back still a bit-” he paused. “-Fucked”

“Right, thanks” you gave him a small smile as he started to turn the sofa into a makeshift bed. You went up the stairs and made yourself comfortable in his bed.

It was late in the night and you still weren’t asleep. Your mind was awake, questioning what would happen if the saviors ever saw you again. They must have known by now that you were both gone, and they were probably going to start a manhunt. The thought of being back there gave you shivers and you sat up in bed. You decided to go downstairs and see if Daryl was awake.

You crept down the stairs, in case he was actually sleeping, and you walked over to the living room to see him sitting up on the sofa, playing around with a pocket knife.

“You can’t sleep either?”

Your voice startled him as he turned to look at you.

“Na” he grumbled, turning his attention back to his knife.

You walked over and sat next to him on the sofa, tucking your knees into your chest. You both stared off into space for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company even though neither one of you spoke.

“What you did was brave ya’know” Daryl spoke, breaking the comfortable silence.

“What do you mean” you asked, confused.

“At the sanctuary, getting us out of there. It was a brave move”

“It was just my fight or flight kicking in. It happens to everyone” you said.

“I just wanted to say thanks, anyway”

The silence came back between the both of you as you continued to stare at Daryl. He truly was grateful for what you had done, and that made you smile. You don’t know what came over you in that second, but you wrapped your arm around Daryl’s neck and slowly locked your lips with his. You had never made the first move before, and clearly Daryl was always the one who made a move because he froze in his place, not knowing what to do. You noticed and immediately pulled away.

You ran your hands through your hair and let out a small laugh before you spoke. “God, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what just happened-”

You were cut off as Daryl returned your kiss, gradually he started to pull you onto his lap so you were more comfortable. You wrapped your arms around his neck as butterflies bounced off your internal walls. You haven’t felt like this in a long time and it felt great. Daryl rubbed his hands along your thighs before making their way up to your waist and then your back. He broke away from the kiss and looked up at you, the both of you breathing heavily.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.

“Not a lot” you replied, moving forward to kiss his neck as encouragement for him to keep going. His hands slowly glided up your back, his fingertips leaving goose bumps along your skin. You started tugging at the hem of his shirt, he noticed and quickly took it off before moving to yours. You raised your arms up as he swiftly pulled your top off. Your nipples grew hard at the rush of air that hit them and Daryl couldn’t help but stare at them. You watched him look at your body and you realised that for once you didn’t feel self-conscious. Daryl made you feel confident and empowered in your body, you never knew you could feel this way. You ran your hands through his hair before standing up to take your jeans off. Daryl lifted himself off the sofa and pulled his pants off to, leaving you both completely naked.

You climbed back ontop of him and hovered over his lap. Both of you were wanting to touch each other so badly, but you couldn’t be too rough because you were both already bruised. Daryl let his hands rest on your waist and yours found their way onto his shoulders for support. You touched your foreheads together before you kissed one more time passionately.

“You okay with this?” Daryl asked, his voice filled with arousal as he tried to keep his rough behaviour dormant.

“Yeah” you whispered, almost out of breath from the sexual tension building up between the two of you.

You slowly lowered yourself down and let Daryl fill you up. Both of you let out a low moan at the pleasure that took over. Daryl’s grip on your waist tightened as you lifted yourself slowly up and went back down. You moved slowly at first and Daryl let you, you needed to adjust to him before you could go any further. Daryl kissed your neck and finally let his hands roam your body. They were warm against your skin, he left a trail of heat along your shoulders and down your back and finally along your thighs.

He started to slowly buck his hips up into you, letting out a groan as he took control of the situation. You lightly gripped his hair as you left kisses along his chest and neck, loving the feeling he was pushing through you. This wasn’t just casual sex and you knew it, this was love. Both you and Daryl moved in perfect sync with each other, the room was filled with low moans and light hair pulling. Both your body’s craved affection from each other, and your minds craved the others company after what had happened at the sanctuary.

Daryl’s movements sped up and you knew he was close to finishing by the way his hips moved sloppily and his moans were getting heavier. You too were close, and you felt your stomach start to tighten as your walls started to close in. You let out a moan which let Daryl know you were close, and he started to suck on your neck, immediately finding your weak spot.

“Right there” you whispered softly into his ear, nipping his earlobe slightly as you threw your head back in pleasure.

Daryl snapped his hips into you a few more times before you both came simultaneously.  Your tightened walls around his throbbing member set you both off and soon you were both a panting mess as you came down from your high.

You got off of Daryl’s lap and sat next to him on the sofa, both of you regaining your breath. You handed Daryl a pillow and he covered up his parts with it, while you grabbed your underwear from the floor and slipped it on. You sat back down and leaned on Daryl, not caring that a light layer of sweat rested on him. His arm tucked around your neck as he leaned his head on yours. Both of you were silent but the silence soon turned into sleep. You let yourself slip into the dream world as you slept safely in Daryl’s arms. Nothing felt better than this.

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