Authors Note: To the Anon that requested it end in fluff, I hope you’re okay with the ending! It’s not all that fluffy, but it’s all I could come up with, especially with putting two similar requests together! But I still hope you enjoy! Also, I’m very aware that the ending of this is kind of rushed and I apologize!
“Thank you SO much Gil! I really appreciate you taking over my shift!” You exclaimed, your hand reaching out and taking your friends hand as you made your way off the lower part of the dock.
“No problem, Y/N!” He smiled, his voice so full of enthusiasm that it sounded as though he was going to burst. “You’ve been put on watch every night this past week. I think you could use a break.”
You laughed, your shoulders bouncing in a ‘what can you do’ type shrug before slouching in acknowledgement. “Well, I guess that’s what happens when you start a fight with Uma.”
Gil let out a giant laugh, his eyes lighting up in childlike innocence before nudging you in the side.
“Yeah, I guess.” He agreed, quickly taking his sword out of his belt and laying it on his chair. “But you better be careful. She might try to throw you overboard next time, and I don’t think Harry would be able to stop her.”
You rolled your eyes playfully, the image of Harry even trying to stand up to Uma roaming your mind and making you laugh.
“Harry would let Uma throw me overboard without a second thought.” You joked, not once meaning your words, but knowing that Gil would find them hilarious.
Gil let out a small giggle, his shoulder nudging yours once again as he led you back into Ursulas Fish and Chips and toward your dorm.
“Anyway, thanks again, Gil! I really do appreciate this!” You proclaimed, your arms wrapping around Gils’ waist in a friendly hug. “I promise I’ll pay you back somehow.” You playfully winked, the joking nature of your friendship with Gil as innocent as it was flirty.
“With what? Candy? Popcorn? Candy AND popcorn?”
“All of it you can eat.” You replied, a small laugh escaping your lips before gently pulling away from him and making your way into your room.
You let out an exhausted sigh, the air heavy against your skin as it warmed you from the cold wetness of the dock. Breathing in deeply, you removed your belt and walked towards your drawer, your hands reaching down and removing you shirt as you prepared to change out of your ‘watch’ clothes.
Then, suddenly and without any type of warning, a loud bang rang through your room, the sound catching you off guard and making you stop in your tracks. Lifting your shirt so that it covered your barley covered chest, you reached down and grabbed your sword, immedietly pointing towards the entrance and at whoever dared to barge into your room without a reason. That’s when you saw your best friend Harry standing at your door, his eyes staring straight into yours as he completely disregarded the fact that he had walked in on you in a personal state.
“What the hell, Harry!? I could have killed you!” You shreiked, immedietly throwing down your sword and putting on your shirt.
“C’mon, love. You and I both know that that would never happen.” He slurred, his accent thick and rich in your ears as he made his way inside and shut the door behind him.
You rolled your eyes, quickly making your way over to your bed in order to take off your shoes.
“Yeah, whatever. What are you doing here?”
Harry breathed in deeply before making his way closer to you, his eyes showing an intense amount of anger that you weren’t used to seeing from him.
“What’s your problem?” You questioned, a light giggle leaving your lips as you assumed he came to rant about something Uma made him do.
Harry cocked his head to the side, his lips curling into a playful smile as he stood mere inches from you.
“Are you and Gil dating now?” He questioned, anger and sarcasm heavy on his voice as his darlky outlined eyes bored straight into yours.
“No.” You laughed, immedietly pushing him out of your way and heading to your closet to put away your shoes.
You had never even considered the idea of you and Gil dating, and you didn’t understand why anyone else would either. Gil was one of your best friends, and you did seem to playfully flirt with him a lot, but still. Everyone on the Isle knew that you’ve had a thing for Harry for years now. You were in love with him and it was completely obvious.
To everyone but Harry, that is.
“Really?” Harry suddenly continued to question, the glare from his hook bouncing off the wall and shining into your eyes as he made his way over to you. “Then what’s with all the hugging, huh? And the flirty comments?” He asked, leaning against the wall beside you. “I saw you just now, and people don’t talk like that with people that are just friends.”
“Then you obviously don’t have very many friends, do ya stud?” You joked, a small shrug leaving your shoulders as you heard him give you an angry sigh. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Harry. Gil and I aren’t dating.” You continued, not understanding why he would care so much about it in the first place. “Besides, why is it any of your business who I date?”
Harry looked at you in disbelief, his eyebrows furrowed in a strange mixture of shock and anger before he leaned away from the wall and hovered over you.
“Damn, Y/N. Are you really that blind?” He seethed, his voice so full of venom that you felt as though you’d been bitten.
“Hey, back off.” You demanded, completely confused as to what had made Harry so mad at you all of a sudden. You and Harry had had plenty of fights during your friendship, but he had never been angry at you. Not like this.
But the fact that he was angry at you wasn’t even the problem. It was what he was angry about. He had no reason to question you about your completely non-romantic relationship with Gil, and if anyone had a right to be mad, it was you for his complete inability to see that the only person you wanted to date was standing right in front of you.
“What the hell’s your problem, Harry? Why are you questioning me all of a sudden?” You asked, quickly walking over to him and poking him in the chest. “Besides, you may be my best friend, but you don’t have the right to get angry with me about something as personal as dating. That’s none of your business.”
“Best friend? Just…seriously, Y/N? Don’t you see that that’s the problem!” He scoffed, his eyes becoming glassy as his anger turned into disbelief.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, confusion filling your face as you questioned why your friendship was suddenly a problem for him.
“Because…” He started loudly, his voice fading to a whisper as he realized what he was about to say. “Because I just…” He continued, not being able to find the right words as his eyes traveled across your confused stricken face. “Oh, screw it.” He breathed, his hands suddenly reaching out and bringing his face towards yours.
Letting out a surprised squeal, you couldn’t help the shock that crossed your face as Harry’s lips connected with yours. You were frozen for a moment, your eyes wide open and looking into space before you finally gave in and kissed him back.
The kiss was slow at first, the deep flavor of sweat and saltwater heavy on your tongue as you pulled him closer to you. Harry pressed against you softly, his hands quickly leaving your face and wrapping around your waist as he lightly dug his hook into your lower back.
Giving you a relieved sigh, Harry removed his hook from behind your back and pressed you against the wall, his hot tongue immedietely making its way towards your lips as your nails ran diligently down his sides.
Letting out a gasp, you pulled away, the need for air becoming too strong as your mind tried to register what exactly was going on.
“I…I um…” You started, your speech completely gone as you tried to figure out what to say. “I..I -”
“That,” Harry interrupted, his face mere inches from yours as he continued to press against you. “That’s why I wanted to know.”
Apparently some people in this fandom (read White People) have a problem with authors writing for readers of color, since I am a real Bitch and I’m fresh out of fucks I decided I was gonna write not one, but two POC Reader inserts, this is one of them. The next one is gonna be Black!Reader and Bucky. This is dedicated to that anon @papi-chulo-bucky got last week who was crying about Haunting Me being a POC reader insert and, of course, to all the other bitches who want to complain about POC!Reader inserts being discriminatory towards White People.
so…hey, this is a long one. Might wanna get comfortable, put the kettle on because it’s gonna be a wild ride. This ones for @xbetter-than-wordsx my love, my heart, my pistachio gelato lovin muffin - you’re too good for this world.
I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I will never rust
If you like your coffee hot
let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots
I wanna be yours
- I wanna be yours, Arctic Monkeys, original words by the poet John Cooper Clarke.
She wakes up and doesn’t know where she is.
The room is foreign to her, it’s dark and crowded, cluttered and new – smells like Pepsi and smoke and she frowns into the cloudy ceiling. It’s when he moves from next to her that she realizes, and it doesn’t make her feel any less nervous.
Rubbing her eyes, she tries to come to terms with the fact that he’s fallen asleep at her house, come to terms with the fact that her parents are asleep a few metres away, and no matter how good it felt to fall asleep to him running his fingers through her hair, she can’t shake the anxiety off.
She briefly wonders why her room feels so different, but when he mumbles something incoherent into her pillow she finds her answer.
Turning around, she sees his silhouette splayed out above the covers, hair tousled over his sweaty forehead and mouth agape, light snores drifting out of the pearl colored crevices.
He looks so content like this, and she leans over to brush the chocolate curls from his forehead, but she stops herself. Tells herself no, it’s not like that, and she sits up on the bed.
It’s pitch black in her room, unsettlingly dark, so reaching out she turns on her bedside lamp and- “Ah shit…fuck me that’s bright”
“Shit sorry” she hisses. His voice is a groggy, sleep slick tenor, like an ashtray personified and the groan that rattles from his throat reaches her gut, floods lower – makes her heat a little.
Namjoon stands in front of you with his hands in his pocket. He seems confident, his plumped lips stretched in a little smile. This challenge amuses him but he already knows how it’s gonna end. He looks at you and waits for you to be completely ready. Then, he leans towards your mouth and lightly brushes your lips with his. After a few pecks, Namjoon begins to play with your mouth, his delicious lips tasting yours. He literally takes you to another world just by kissing you and you try hard to keep your hands on your lower back. Namjoon is slow, his tongue sensually brushing your lips, asking for more access. You give it to him without even thinking how hard it’s gonna be for you to resist him. He’s just too good. He knows exactly how to move his tongue, his lips, he knows exactly how to breath with you, and he knows exactly what drives you crazy. It’s just a fucking game, why is your body so tense ? As Namjoon bites your tongue, you arch your back and struggle not to moan. You’d never thought it will be that hard to keep your hands still. The heat grows between your thighs with every licks of his tongue against yours. The way he looks down at you when you catch your breath just before kissing you again… The way he manages to act impatient and yet teases the fuck out of you… It’s too much. You can’t do it anymore and grabs his shirt, pulling him closer to you. Namjoon smiles against your mouth and immediately grabs your ass with one hand, his other hand on your neck. The kiss gets naughtier than ever and you’re literally craving his touch. Namjoon pushes you against his bed and stares at you while he undo his belt, a cocky smile on his mouth.
He’s excited about this challenge and can’t stop giggling. You stand in front of him and ask him to stop fooling around if he really wants you to do it. Taehyung puts his hands in the back of his head and smiles playfully. He’s ready to play. You put your hands behind your back and kiss him gently. Tae’s tongue quickly finds yours & it became hard to focus. You know your boyfriend is in his « Naughty mode » and it’s gonna be difficult for you to resist. But you can’t lose against him, no way. You bite his lips and pulls it while you stare at Taehyung. He hisses, his hands moving from his head to the air, opening and closing in vain. He begins to swing his body from one foot to the other but you follow his lead and get even more sensual. Tae sighs against your mouth but quickly changes his method : with a playful smile, he begins to leave wet kisses along your jawline, his mouth ending on the crook of your neck. You bite your lips, quietly cursing at him. Taehyung chuckles and kisses your neck before biting it. He sucks your sensitive skin and leaves his mark, then do it again, and again. It kills you every time and you don’t know how you’re still standing, your hands still on your back. However, Taehyung gets lost in it, forgetting the game as his hands slides on your waist to get you closer to his body. He’s licking your ear and biting your lobe, making you moan as you grind against him. Useless to say Tae couldn’t care less about his defeat.
Gosh, this movie sucks. It’s been only 24 minutes and you’re already bored. You look at Jin to see if he’s into it but it seems like he’s not enjoying it at all. You can’t help but laugh at his annoyed face. « What ? » He gently pushes your leg with his knee and you straighten up to face him. « Do you want to play a game ? » Jin raises his eyebrows and whine « Why so sudden ? What about the movie ? » You get closer to him as you reply « What ? Do you really want to see the rest of this stupid movie ? » Jin takes a look at the tv screen and pouts « Ani, this is pure garbage. What’s your game, honey ? » You explain the challenge to him and, as you expected, Jin starts to giggles. It takes you quite a long time to get him into it but when you give him a naughty glance, Jin finally calms down and smirks, waiting for you to kiss him. His hands behind his back, Jin kisses are slow, soft and sweet. But then, he decides to spice it up and starts to tease you. His plumped lips against yours, his hot sighs, his skilled tongue, his impatient way to show you he wants more… You forget everything and get totally turned on. You begin to slowly suck his tongue, moaning quietly without realizing it. Jin whine, his fingers clenching on his knees as he tries hard not to touch you. You press yourself against him, hands almost on his shoulders, growing the kiss hotter and hotter. Jin can’t take it anymore and grabs your waist, pulling you on his lap as your hands slide on his hair. « You lost » you giggle against his mouth before rolling your eyes behind your eyelids as Jin begins to fervently kiss your neck.
You’re watching Hobi stretching before his dance session. Leaned on the floor, head on your hands, you press your thighs together. You don’t know why, but you’ve been thinking about fucking him all damn day. Is it because of the way his forehead is showing today ? Or because of his tiny ripped black pants that show how tempting his thighs are ? Maybe it’s the way he’s staring at you when you’re not looking, his beautiful eyes undressing you without even hiding it… It doesn’t matter. You’re horny anyway. You smile and sing his name before your straighten up to get closer to him. Hoseok smirks, already knowing you got something naughty in mind. You ask him if he wants to play and Hobi nods his head toward the camera « You know I’m recording, right ? » You look at the camera and whisper as you get closer to his face « I don’t mind. » Hoseok chuckles and puts his hands on his pocket, looking confident as fuck. Yes, you know you’re gonna loose, but it’s gonna be fun at least. You put your hands behind your back and lean to kiss him gently. Hobi immediately takes control of the kiss and, his smirk still on his lips, begin to devours you slowly, his body getting closer and closer to yours. The warmth of his body against yours and the way he makes it swing with the music drives you crazy. Hoseok bites your lips and sucks on it before biting it again, then kisses you deeply, his tongue caressing yours and making you moan. It’s way too much for you to handle. You loose by jumping on his arms, your legs around his waist and your arms circling his neck. Hobi grabs your ass and whispers as you both stop kissing to catch your breath « We should turn the camera off… »
Yoongi stands in front of you, his resting bitch face on. You had to beg him to do this challenge so you don’t want to fuck it up by complaining. You get closer and, after putting your hands behind your back, you begin to kiss him softly. Yoongi lets you kiss him without really responding to it, but it’s kinda hot. This kid is a real punk. You smile and bite his lower lip, looking at him playfully. Yoongi snorts and gets a little closer to you, his lips brushing yours. Then, he leans his head on the side and deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding on your lower lip to ask for access. You press yourself against him, his hot breath against your mouth giving you shivers all over your body. As you get really into the kiss, you gasp when Yoongi pushes you against the mattress. He goes on top of you, grinding his crotch between your thighs as his hands firmly goes down from your neck to your core. His mouth against yours, he smirks « Oops… Too bad, I lost… »
You’re on Jimin’s lap, kissing his cheeks while he giggles softly. « Do you want to play a game ? » Jimin smiles and asks you what game you wanna play. You explain it to him and smile when he nods, his eyes already darkening. He leans on his arms behind him and watches you put your hands behind your back. He bites his lips, waiting for you to make the first move. You lean towards him and kiss him teasingly, already eager to devour his plumped lips. You deepen the kiss, the sounds of your mouths and tongues filling the room. It turns you on so much… The sweet sound of his tongue stroking yours, the way his breath gets jerky when you suck his lower lip… Park Jimin is driving you crazy. As you bite his lip, you begin to grind on him without realizing it. You’re just too lost in the kiss, your fingers clenching on your wrists as the kiss grow sloppier. Jimin begins to moan and straighten up, struggling not to put his hands on you. As the kiss transforms into a hot make-out session, you’re getting desperate to touch him. The moment you’re about give up, Jimin looses by slipping his hands on your thighs to finally grip your ass, moving up to your waist. He’s so rough, his hands firmly grabbing you to pull you closer to his body. You moan against his mouth and let him touch you everywhere.
You’re alone in the dorm and it’s the last challenge of the night. You don’t know how it gradually went from innocent and funny challenges to the one you’re about to play, but you can’t loose, no matter what. This little fart won too many times tonight and it’s time to shut his pretty mouth for good. Jungkook stands in front of you, his hands resting on his sides. He still got his stupid smirk on his face and stares at you, wanting to annoy you a little more before the game starts. You get closer to him and put your hands behind your back, your eyes glued on his. Jungkook takes the final step towards you and kisses you. One peck, two pecks, and in a blink of a eye his tongue is driving you crazy. You stand on the tip of your feet and begin to kiss his ear. Jungkook hisses as your tongue works on his earlobe, one of his weak spot. You slightly bite it and moan against his ear, knowing exactly how much it turns him on. When you think you’re gonna win, Jungkook strikes back. He pushes you against the wall without touching you, making you gasp when your back hits the wall. Jungkook puts his hands on the wall, just above your shoulders, and starts to grind on you, kissing you feverishly. You moan against his mouth, his hard member against your core making you hornier than before. You clench your fingers on the wall behind you, struggling against your need to touch him, but Jungkook’s moans against your mouth are enough for you to give up. You grab his shoulders and let him lift you up to bring you to his bedroom.
Imagine: After a loooong day of press, all Tom wants to do is sleep and cuddle.
Note:This is my first Tom/Spidey imagine so idk ???? I have no clue what I’m doing but if you enjoy it, like n reblog I guess !!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ PSA this is uneventful and a mixture of a lotta stuff but I’m trynna find my groove don’t judge !!
Word Count: 1100-ish
“Spiderman: Homecoming is out right now! Tom, it’s been a pleasure mate,” the interviewer spoke happily.
You looked up from the essay which was situated on your lap, your eyes meeting Tom’s for a few seconds, a distracted smile flashing across his face before he continues to thank the man in front of him. You clicked your pen mindlessly as Tom stood up from his chair. Harrison sat next to you, scrolling through Instagram quietly. Peering over his shoulder, you looked down to the small digital clock which signalled that it was 11:09pm. Letting out a loud yawn, you stretched your legs.
“Christ, you look like hell,” Tom snickered. He leaned over you, wrapping his arms around you to place a kiss on your head.
“That’s what happens when you actually have to go to university and do assignments,” you replied sarcastically, looking up towards Tom expectantly. There was a slight pause before his reply.
“Hi love,” Tom smiled cheekily, placing a quick peck on your lips. You smiled in return, looking up lovingly to him.
“Um, where’s my kiss honey?” Harrison spoke mockingly, pursing his lips slightly.
“Don’t be such a dick,” you laughed tiredly, punching Harrison lightly in the shoulder. The two boys let out a hearty laugh at your playful behaviour. Smiling, you stood up, eager to leave the stuffy, dark press room as soon as possible.
“Are you allowed to leave yet?” Harrison queried, his eyebrow raising as he observed the basically empty room.
“I’m sure that was the last one for the day. They said I’d be finished by ten, so surely…” Tom wandered off, his voice getting softer as the sentence went on. Shrugging his shoulders, Tom searched for his press manager, James. With a quick two-finger salute, all three of you were on your way to your hotel rooms.
You led the way, your tired eyes drooping as you made your way towards the elevator. If you were this tired, you couldn’t even begin to fathom how tired Tom was feeling.
“You must be wrecked,” you chimed into the mumbling conversation the two boys exchanged as you walked through the lobby. Tom opened his mouth to answer, his arm making its way around your hip.
“Tom! Tom- wait!” Simultaneously, you all stopped to turn back towards the room where you had just left.
“Would you mind staying back for a little while longer? We need to do a quick debrief before we continue tomorrow,” James questioned, his eyes hopeful.
“No, yeah, of course! Jus’ give me a minute, yeah?” Tom spoke, forcing a smile onto his face. Nodding swiftly, James manoeuvred his way back towards the press room.
“We’ll wait mate,” Harrison exclaimed, a reassuring smile tugging at his lips.
“Yeah, you won’t be that long. We’ll survive a little while longer,” you spoke encouragingly.
“No- no. We all know I’ll be in there for at least another hour. You guys head up. I’ll be there soon,” Tom assured.
Your eyes gazed over his wavy hair, which was in fact, a lot frizzier than you remembered it being at the beginning of the day. Pressing a slow, soft kiss to his lips you hummed.
“I’ll see you in a bit,” you whispered.
After removing yourself from the steaming shower, you had half expected Tom to be laying down. However, when you came back to find an untouched bed once again, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
Picking up your laptop, you settled yourself on the bed. Your paper was propped up beside you, letting out a loud yawn, you stared back down at the bright. The clicking of the door’s lock signalled that he was finally finished work for the day.
“Jesus Christ,” Tom exhaled, his body crashing onto the bed, his head dropping to the pillow which your elbow rested on.
You hummed, pushing your laptop away from you. Letting out a huff of frustration by the papers which flopped pathetically to the ground, your eyes flickered down to the brown-haired boy who lay, curled up, his eyes closed. The room felt silent as you gazed at the eyelashes which rested on his cheeks.
Carefully lifting your hand, you pushed your fingers delicately through the smooth strands of his hair. Your fingers moved from the front of his fringe to the back of his head, something you had learned Tom was very fond of.
Dozing in and out of consciousness, Tom gently grabbed your hand, bringing your wrist down to his mouth, peppering small kisses across it. A soft smile grew on your face at the simple, but loving gesture. You moved to lay down, resting your head just above his. With your right hand still clutched in Tom’s hands, you brought your left hand up towards his head once more, moving your body closer to his. Leaning down you pressed a gentle kiss to his head.
“I’m so proud of you,” you whispered, your voice cracking slightly. You felt Tom’s face move upwards, his body shifting so he faced towards you. With his eyes closed, he brought his arm around your waist. Humming in response to your words
.“I love you,” he murmured, as you continued your caressing. An odd sensation of happiness streamed through your body as the words tumbled from his tired mouth. Those three words sounded like a foreign language as you realised how much time you hadn’t spent with him since his press tour had begun. Your quietness, nevertheless, had caused his bright eyes to meet your face, confusion ghosting his face.
Biting the inside of your lip, you couldn’t help but smile whole heartedly, letting out a loud laugh. Yet, this only caused Tom’s frown marks and confusion to grow.
“I love you,” you spoke sweetly, your face suddenly falling as you fell into a daze as you quietly overlooked his handsome features. Gently moving your hand to cup his jaw, you met his.
The dull lighting of the bedroom created the situation to become ten times more intimate. Tom hummed, licking his lips as he moved a stray piece of hair away from your face, tilting your head back slightly in the process.
Suddenly, his lips were on your lips, your collarbones and your neck. Searing heat began pumping through your veins, provoking a loud moan to tumble from your lips. Gasping slightly as Tom pushed himself above you.
It was a faint thumping on the wall behind you, however, which caused you both to almost jump out of your skin.
“Stop shagging! These are thin walls you know!”
Although muffled, Harrison’s annoyance was perfectly clear. Melting into a pile of giggling, you could both barely contain yourself, attempting to catch your breath. A mischievous smirk fell over Tom’s face, the tiredness in his eyes now replaced with a glint of cheekiness.
Warning: Smut, dom/sub dynamic, cursing, hair pulling, rough sex, spitting, spanking, orgasm denial/delayed. (I suck with warning tags so if you think one needs to be added, please tell me.)
Notes: My first threesome and let me tell you it was hard to write! First time writing Hvitserk too, I hope it went well. Sorry for the length, I don’t know how this monstrosity ended with so many words but I hope it’s worth it. Thank you for your advice concerning it. Ivar and Hvitserk love each other in this (take notes Hirst). Again, sorry for any mistakes! Enjoy, sisters!
and his great army advanced through England quite easily, pillaging and killing
every single person that stood on their way. Today was a great day for the King;
he had won the ultimate battle that raged for almost four months. He had slaughtered
the entire royal family without a second thought and had taken the praised crown
of York. Soon, the news would spread, giving Ivar the fame he craved, the fame
he deserved. For he was the most brutal yet the most worthy man you ever met. The
kind of man you dreamt of but never could admit it out loud. It didn’t help
that he was unfairly attractive. So attractive that even Balder, the most
beautiful god in Asgard, would be jealous.
to fight the attraction you had for him but you couldn’t fight the feelings you
felt in his presence. You couldn’t deny the wetness between your legs every
time he roared one of his clever speeches, perched proudly upon his throne or
his chariot. You couldn’t deny the dreams you had. Him above you, taking
whatever he wanted from your willing and helpless body.
Imagine doctor Dean Winchester flirting with you while coming to check up on you on the hospital.
A/N: I was in need of the doctor!Dean cuteness that someone suggested and here it is! It’s a LOT like the “drunk Dean flirting with reader” mini series I wrote a while ago, so if you liked those flirty (and dirty ;)) remarks you’re gonna enjoy this one too!
“And I fucking told you I don’t want anybody just checking up on her other than me!” your eyes almost widened as you heard the rough voice. You could recognize it anywhere and although it usually made your heart warm up and your entire body relax this time it actually made you jump in your place.
“This is no a job for newbies, and I have made it clear that nobody interferes with my patients. Especially miss (Y/l/n).” you heard his voice become louder as he approached your room and this time you realized he wasn’t just angry or frustrated, but he sounded tired as well. Of course they wouldn’t notice, nobody did but you’d like to admit you knew your doctor more than you should.
“Y-yes doctor, we’ll let them know.” you heard a nurse stutter and footstep hurry away as another pair approached your room.
“Bunch of amateurs.” you heard him let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand down his face as he wanted into your room. The moment his eyes fell on you, you saw his expression soften and a definitely more calm one take over.
“Morning, sweetheart.” he breathed out as he closed the door behind him.
“Morning, doc.” you grinned “What’s with all the fuss today?” you asked although you had a slight suspicion.
“Because nobody seems to be able to do their fucking job right.” he said with a small growl and you raised an eyebrow “I told them I didn’t want anyone checking up on you but Mer and it seems like I was talking to a fucking wall.”
“So it is about Doctor Evans?” you asked with a small smirk, leaning back in your comfy pillows as he looked down at the papers he had concerning you.
Dean let another growl at the mention, his hands clenching in fists “I told him in specific that you were my patient, and mine only. But he had to come and take you for your regular check up because apparently he didn’t have any more patients to take care of!” he huffed and you bit your lips to keep yourself from giggling, but obviously failed.
His head moved up and his eyes locked with yours as a frown set on his face. You placed a hand over your mouth “Sorry” you breathed out, still smiling “I just- I find it cute how you get all over-protective and possessive with me.” you shrugged, looking down at your hands and feeling your cheeks heat up as you realized what you had actually said.
“Do you do that with all the patients, doctor?” you asked again, looking at him through your eyelashes. You felt better, despite your blush that at least you could make him smile. Gosh how you loved that smile. It felt as if it could lit up an entire room and you hated when things like this happened and he was all moody or, even worse, burdened, like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.
He was a wonderful man, he didn’t deserve this. He lived for saving people and he had actually done so numerous times. But it wasn’t just how much of an amazing doctor he was, more like how much he liked his job past the prescriptions part. He always made sure to talk with all of the patients in the hospital, doing his best they felt at home and of course they all knew and respected him deeply. You never really thought that after your car accident finding yourself in a hospital with him as your personal doctor would be the best thing to happen to you. The first few months had been the hardest but your injures had been taken good care of thanks to him, and the emotional part helped a lot. He was great to you, kind and funny, sweet and soft when needed and never forget flirty. It didn’t harm that he was so good-looking. Your self-confidence needed a boost and with a man like him it was so much more than that.
“Only for the pretty ones.” he said with a smirk, winking at you as he flipped a page and focused back on the numbers in front of him.
“Right, and are there… a lot of pretty ones lately?” you asked shyly, chewing on your lower lip.
His eyes didn’t leave the papers but the smile remained on his face “Nah not really. So far only one, and she really is the most damn beautiful of all. Honestly-” he set them down at the end of your bed “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” he said as he approached you.
“Is that so?” your eyebrows shot up “She must be something really special for you to say this.”
“Yeah, she’s unique.” he breathed out, giving you that boyish grin that always made you thankful you were sitting or else your knees would have given away.
“I’m sure.” you mumbled “For doctor Winchester to take a liking to her.” you shrugged subtly and he shook his head with a chuckle.
“You really want to hear it, don’t you?” he asked, resting his weight on his arm on the head of your bed.
You looked up at him, biting your lip “Maybe a little?” you asked shyly and he laughed at you.
“You’re one of a kind.” he muttered as he pushed some strands out your face “Do you even have any idea what you do to me?” he asked, almost as if accusing you but still with a playful smile on.
“Probably just as much as you don’t.” you shrugged, eyes still locked with his as he flashed you a big smile.
“I would probably lose my job to this but: careful there sweetheart, cause I already got you in a bed for me.” he winked as you couldn’t help yourself but giggle at his remark.
“Gimme your hand for a second.” he said as you extended your hand.
“Here” you whispered and he gave you a soft smile.
He held your wrist for only a minute to check your heartbeat. He smiled as if to tell you you were alright as he ran his fingers up your arm, creating goosebumps in the meantime. You knew very well he was aware of it because there was no need to check on your scratches and bruises practically every day and he still did it, fucking tease. It had become a routine but if you were entirely honest you did enjoy the feeling of his rough calloused hands holding your smaller ones, they way they fitted together almost surprised you at first. But again it made you feel at home, at peace and relaxed and you didn’t care about anything else. You let him pull out that small flashlight you sometimes enjoyed fidgeting with, even if he’d give you a warning look most of the time. He brought his finger in front of your eyes, and you followed it with your eyes just like every time. Soon followed his stethoscope and this time it was impossible not to shiver when he ran his hand up your spine. He took his sweet time placing the end of it on your back, according to him it was just about checking your injures but you always knew better. And you would never complain.
“You know, Dean I never asked you but judging by its looks it seems old. How come you haven’t changed it? Considering you have plenty of them laying around here.” you asked looking at the old stethoscope.
“Nah it’s my brother’s gift, when I first decided I wanted to be a doctor. Back when we were kids.” he said with a fond smile “It’s more for the memories and emotions and… all that stuff you girls know better.” he shrugged, trying to play it of as nothing.
You scoffed “Sure thing, doc.”
He grinned as he looked up at you “Besies, this one really helps me listen better to your heart. I’ve got to learn most of your secrets this way.” he said casually.
“Oh really? Like?” you asked back with a smile.
“You know, how it aches for a certain smile or how it is tired of you only listening to your mind and not letting him close or even more how it beats a little faster when a certainly doctor is around.” he said with a shrug.
“Oh really? And was she out of breath when she told you that?”
“Absolutely!” he exclaimed with a wide grin and you laughed, looking down at your hands.
“I can’t believe you sometimes. If flirting was a job you’d be the best at it, Winchester.” you shook your head.
“Thank you, I’ll take it as a compliment. But it really depends on the person, you just inspire me.” he winked “Although I know there are some good ones out there like-” he licked his lips and you almost got distracted a little too distracted “Blood is red, cyanosis is blue, I get tachycardia when I think of you.” he said with a grin and you actually smiled as well.
“Oh wow, I’m impressed doc. Did you also learn this in med school?”
“No, but I remember I was bad in one lesson in specific. Hey (Y/n), wanna go study some anatomy?” he said suggestively and you giggled.
“I mean when I finished med school I didn’t plan on specializing but to be honest- you seem pretty special to me.” he continued with a cheeky grin.
“Ok!” you felt your face heat up “I get it, you’re good at this!”
“I mean-” and oh of course he continued “I am thinking about being an ophthalmologist now, ‘cause I really can’t stop looking into your eyes.” he winked and you bit hard on your lower lip.
“Are we gonna play 'Doctor’ now, doctor?” you asked, and he shrugged.
“Maybe? I’m up for any suggestion from you, sweetheart.” he chuckled “But on another note- You seem a whole lot better today.” he said with a pleased smile, mostly a relaxed one and you could swear you heard a sigh of relief leave his lips.
“Yeah, my doc’s taking good care of me. And I’m being a good girl too, I take all of my meds.” you said with a chuckle and he grinned at you.
“Good, before you realize it you will be in no need of your doc.” he said a little bitterly and your own smile fell. Before he could pull away completely you took hold of his hand, maybe you were testing your limits here but the boundaries between you were always blurry.
“I’ll always need you, Dean.” you whispered “You didn’t just save my life in a physical way, you know that.”
“Sweetheart-” he brought his other hand up and brushed a few strands of hair out of your face “If anything, you are the one that saved me.” he smiled softly at you as he brought your hand up anc kissed your wrist, all playfulness gone. He was serious about this, about you… and about you and him.
You felt your heart swell inside your chest at his words but somehow you felt something hold you back, because maybe it was holding him back. You tilted your head as you looked him deeply in the eyes and he let out a heavy sigh, eyes casting down.
“It wasn’t just about Evans, was it?” you asked in a low voice.
“No, although I have to admit that when I found out he even dared to come in here I saw red.” he breathed out a low chuckle “I blame it on your pretty eyes and breath-taking smile.” he looked at you with a half smile and you shook yourhead.
“Nice, but sweet-talking me won’t get you out of this, Dean.” you squeezed his hand.
“Shame, cause I was only saying the truth. What?” he shrugged “Can’t I be jealous if someone else wants to get close to my favorite patient?”
“Dean” you said a little more sternly this time “As fllattered as I am about all of this- You’re doing it again, but whether you like it or not I am a persistent one. Tell me about everything… how many did you lose?”
“I know, and that’s why I am going to tell you. At some point, but not today and not now.” he said and before you could protest he continued “I’ll tell you everything, tomorrow.”
“But tomorrow you… have a day off.” you frowned, blinking.
“Exactly, and I plan on spending it with my most favorite girl on the world.” he smirked, winking at you “What did you think? There’s nothing else I would rather do, sweetheart. I already planned on taking you out for a few hours too.”
Well, this was something you never thought you’d hear.
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you trudged along the cool tile of the Dolan household kitchen. You opened up the fridge and grabbed the carton of orange juice, careful not to make too much noise. You hadn’t got much sleep the night prior and Grayson was the only one to blame. He had woken you up in the middle of the night, hornier than ever, and you had no choice but to give in knowing that he would keep bugging you until you caved. You ended up fucking for hours with so many orgasms you could hardly breathe afterwards.
pairing: sehun x reader, jongin x reader, yixing x reader genre: fuckboy!au, college!au, angst?, series summary: there was good in the world to balance the bad, but when it comes to boys are they good for anything except breaking hearts and causing trouble?
A/N: I started a sentence with but which goes against 2 entire years of english language courses but nothings real so its okay
Sehun [13:27]: hurry up Sehun [13:27]: theyre so boring Sehun [13:28]: come save me 😥
Your heart thumped loudly in your chest as you read the incoming flood of messages while walking down the street.
Jongin [13:29]: ur still in the gc loser Yixing [13:29]: sehuns boring us Y/N 😒 Yixing [13:30]: come save the better looking boys
It was odd, very odd indeed, how you melded into an unlikely group of friends. Unnatural you would call it, how the people you’d avoided the most made you the most comfortable. Sure your initial shyness was still evident, how could it not when they would throw harmless comments around about how they found you attractive. How could you not be reserved when the boys of your fantasies casually flirted with you?
From the moment you received the goodnight message from Yixing, the butterflies and the adrenaline from a new experience never truly left you. At times you’d become submerged in the fantasy that this was all an illusion causing you to feel numb until a lingering touch from one of them brought you back to this new found reality.
Yes the weeks you had spent getting to know Jongin, Yixing and Sehun were short. But they were filled to the brim with spontaneous meet ups forced upon you by the boys showing up outside your room with intentional messages that held slight sexual connotations, but who were you to complain?
Sure your friends had noticed you were in your room less often, they even questioned you; however for some reason, something inside you wanted to keep this from them. You wanted it to be your little secret how the best looking guys on campus wanted to spend time with you, how they were incredibly sweet and caring of you. You didn’t want it to be taken away, not even by your friends.
OMG BOO YOUR WRITING IS SO SNAZZY! May i request a Harry Hook imagine where his gf is the daughter of The Mad Hatter and she’s having him try on almost all of the hats she’s made (basically using him as her model) and she begins to doubt her work but he reassures her? Super fluffy please!!!
Authors Note: I’ll be honest, I’m not very happy with this. I loved this request but I had a LOT of trouble writing it, particulary the end because I was trying to make it super fluffy. I just feel like it’s kind of rushed and doesn’t really involve as much comforting as what was probably wanted, but I still hope it’s enjoyable!
IMPORTANT: As you read this imagine you may notice that the Mad Hatter is kind of off character. That’s because, as of writing this, I have yet to see Alice in Wonderland or any other portrayal of the Mad Hatters character. I immedietedly made him seem more mean due to the fact that I thought he was a villain, and I am now realizing that his personality is a bit different. Please understand, and know that I will definitely do more research on characters that I don’t know of in the future.
“Just a couple more and I promise we’ll be done!” You encouraged, your hands lacing through your boyfriends’ thick locks before placing yet another hat upon his head.
Harry had been sitting in your room for hours now, the simple routine of trying on hat after hat quickly becoming boring to him as time went on. This wasn’t something that was new to the two of you though, as you were the daughter of The Mad Hatter and it was something you forced him to do quite often, but it still didn’t change the fact that he never found any enjoyment in it. Ever.
“Come on, babe. We’ve been doing this for hours now.” He slurred, his eyes heavy on your own as he tried to distract you from using him as your own personal model. “I’m bored, and we’re in your room. Alone. Don’t you think we can find something much better to do with our time?”
You laughed, your boyfriends ridiculous attempt at flirting completely catching you off guard. Giving him a small smile, you walked toward him again, your hands finding themselves a spot on his shoulders as you crouched down to meet him face to face.
“Just a couple more. Please?”
Harry let out a breathy sigh, his hands reaching up and removing yours from his shoulders in order to take them in his own. “You said that an hour ago, Y/N.” He pushed, “Besides, what’s the point of even doing this?”
You gave him a strange look, almost as if the answer should be obvious. “This is how I make a living, Harry.” You reminded, your hands squeezing his as you stood from your spot on the ground. “Besides, you know who my father is. He’ll kick me off the Isle himself if I don’t make top quality hats to sell in his pathetic excuse for a shop. I need to make sure they look good on an actual person before I give them to him.”
Harry looked at you in suprise, not fully understanding what the problem was. “But you already make top quality hats. Why are you stressing about it?”
“Not to him.” You sighed, the sadness in your voice all too obvious. “He told me that the last few hats I made were the ugliest things he’d ever seen and that if I didn’t start doing better he’d make me work in the shop 20 hours a day as a ‘learning experience’.”
Harry let out a small growl at that, the anger evident in his voice as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “He’s ridiculous.”
“You think I don’t know that?” You laughed sadly, quickly pulling the hat off of Harry’s head and replacing it with another one. “But he’s not wrong. I’ve been really distracted lately and the last few hats I made weren’t the best.”
“Now you’re being ridiculous.” Harry exclaimed, quickly standing from his chair and making his way in front of you. “Everything you make is fantastic! Not only are all your hats well made, but you can tell how much work you put into them! ” He comforted. “Besides, you shouldn’t worry about what your dad says. He’s crazy. Literally. It’s in his name.”
You looked at Harry and laughed, your heart swelling to the size of a balloon as you realized that he was trying to comfort you, which is something he, not surprisingly, didn’t do very often.
“Well, I’m glad you feel that way.” You admitted softly, quickly leaning forward and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “That means a lot coming from you.”
Harry smiled widely and pulled you closer to him, his face no more than a centimeter away from your own as he looked at you warmly.
“I’m your boyfriend. I’m pretty sure it’s what I’m supposed to do.” He joked, his lips gently resting on your ear as he hugged you closer to him. “Besides, if you ever want me to…talk to your Dad, that can be arranged.”
You giggled, gently pushing Harry away from you as you realized that ‘talk’ really just meant ‘threaten with my hook until he starts treating you better.’
“Thanks, but uh…I think it would be better if you didn’t.” You chuckled, “He really lives up to his name and I dont want you getting hurt.”
“Like that old man could ever hurt me.” Harry scoffed, “I mean, what is he now? 90?”
You shook your head and sighed, a playful smile stretching across your lips as you pulled Harry closer, his sudden abundance of comfort and warmth making you want nothing more than to hold him against you.
“Just come here.” You whispered, gently pulling him closer and letting his lips meet your own.
Letting out a surprised groan, Harry reacted quickly, one hand tightening on your waist and the other making it’s way into your hair. Placing your hands flat against his chest, you held him against you, the sharp edges of your nails digging into his skin as you scrunched the fabric between your hands, pulling him closer.
“I love you.” You whispered suddenly, your lips gently rubbing against his own as you whispered the 3 words that neither one of you often said.
Harry took a sharp intake of breath at that, the surprise evident on his face as he quickly pulled away from you. He continued to look at you in shock, a small smile playing on his lips as his fingers began to softly run through your hair, the muscles comforting and strong as they traced patterns and lines upon your skin.
Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester - Chapter 6
Title: Picture Perfect
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 5,503
Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please and thank you
“Hope you’re happy.” you said in a hoarse voice, tears having welled up in your eyes as you crosed your arms over your chest and walked away from both of them.
“Neither of us is.” Dean spoke up as he approached you “But we know that she has to learn the truth, sooner or later. And at this point- it wouldn’t make any difference. She already loves Sam, she doesn’t see him as a stranger so that’s what matters.”
“Right, because it’s more convenient.” you scoffed, shaking your head “Liten to me here, we’ve been through tons of shitty situations. We’ve lived moments we never thought we’d go through and that other people would have been torn apart in but this- it’s no longer just the three of us. That kid upstairs is my life and I don’t care what I’ll have to do but I am going to protect her happiness with everything I’ve got.” you got closer to both of them, forgetting for a moment that Sam would probably see the marks Dean had left on your neck. That and the fact that you were actually wearing his shirt.
“And I know she has to find out, I agree that she has to. But I need you both to understand one thing: no matter what goes on amongst us she stays out of it. I don’t want for a second to see her cry, and I need you both to know that.” you said in a stern tone and after a final look you were making your way upstairs.
Your mood seemed to be changing every five minutes as it seemed but you didn’t care anymore. You were slightly angry, yes, mostly at Dean for having gone to talk to Sam without you there. It almost seemed behind your back and you didn’t want to admit that it mostly scared you about what else he had in mind to do.
“She really hasn’t changed one bit.” Sam whispered and the corners of Dean’s mouth lifted into a small smile.
“Yeah” he whispered in a hoarse voice “She really hasn’t.”