you and james had a very eventful sex life. ever since you had introduced him back to the bedroom, he had picked up on the modern style of making love like a pro. you had shared in a few kinks, dirty talk, light name calling, even did role playing once. but one thing that you were a bit embarrassed to ask him about was thigh riding. you had done it once before with an ex-boyfriend, and boy, did you enjoy it. every time you got yourself off when bucky was on mission, you envisioned yourself grinding your swollen clit on one his sinfully thick thighs, his large hands on your waist, sweet encouragements spilling from his lips. it got you hotter like nothing else, and god… you wanted to ride one of bucky’s thighs so badly.
so, one day, you mustered up the courage and brought it up. bucky could tell you were a bit nervous about something, with the way you were looking down at your lap and wringing your fingers. you were only ever this timid when you really wanted something, and bucky found it absolutely adorable. you had invited him into the world of modern love making like a pro, but he still viewed you as being a sweet, innocent thing. so, when your request came out as barely a whisper, james made you repeat it just for the sake of hearing it again. “c-can i… ride your t-thigh?”. he bit his bottom lip as your big eyes darted up to lock with his, and god, if you hadn’t melted with the fire deep in bucky’s cerulean eyes…
bucky had you go change into a pastel pink, lacy number that he had adored since he saw you in it for the first time:
and as you sat down on his lap, your shaky legs straddling his right thigh, fingers picking at your soft lips, your eyes avoiding contact with his, he grabbed both of your hands forcefully, pulling them down so that he held them in front of your torso and in your lap, then used his left, metallic appendage to lift your chin up so that your eyes looked into his darkened ones. he spoke lowly and slowly, “don’t be afraid, doll face. you’re going to grind those little hips on my thigh, and you’re gonna cum, hard. you understand?” you moaned and nodded your head.
and so, the game began.
you began to move your hips at a steady pace, sighing lightly at the pressure that you felt in your core. as your hips went faster, your moans grew louder. james looked at you, pupils blown, jaw slack. had he ever seen anything prettier? he placed his hands on your hips gently and helped you gain rhythm and tempo, pushing you down hard enough on his muscular thigh that you cried out. then, the worse thing happened: he began to talk to you. little chants of “good girl” and “you look so pretty, baby” turned into “look at your sweet little face, that look of innocence could drive anyone mad” , “you grind your clit so well on my thigh, love. does it feel good?”, and “god, i just wanna eat you up… you’re so sweet, baby, you’re losing yourself…”.
all of those things were true, of course. he was enjoying this just as much as you were. watching your brows furrow in pleasure, cute little whimpers and gasp tumbling from your lips, your cheeks blushing crimson every time he opened his mouth.
and when you came, he nearly did too. this became a regular, very mutually beneficial, thing between the two of you.
Imagine Dean watching you take care of a baby and realizing he wants to have a family with you when it’s all over.
“Aaaand- we’re done!” you grinned as you placed the small plate on the side and grinned down at the little puddle of happiness. The little baby girl giggled at you as you tickled her tummy.
“All clean and fed, aren’t you a happy little princess huh?” you grinned down at her as she squirmed happily in your arms, lifting her hands and legs as if reaching out to you. You chuckled as you picked her up.
You were on yet another case with Sam and Dean, when you realized that your witch was targeting innocent children of all ages. The baby you were holding as of now had just lot her mother who had decided to fight rather than let her daughter die. You had decided to take care of her until the case was over and you could find her father that, as the woman had said, happened to be out of town. There was no way you’d let her to the cops who would take her who knows where.
“Look at you-” you cooed at her “So pretty, you like your pink shirt? Dean picked it up for ya! Gotta admit, I never expected him to have such a good taste. Who knows, maybe you inspire him.” you winked at her as she giggled, bubblingand trying to say Dean’s name.
“I’ll try not to be offended at what you are actually implying.” came a voice behind you and without even having to turn you smirked.
“Oh you definitely shouldn’t!” you chuckled, picking up the little baby “The clothes you picked are pretty darn good!” you grinned at him as you turned with the little girl in your arms. Your smile flattered only for a split second as you saw a kind of emotion you could not understand wash over his face.
“Geez thanks.” he mumbled looking away and you giggled.
“No problem” you shrugged, looking back at the little girl “What? What is it little one?” you cooed at her once again, making a funny face at her and eliciting a giggle from her.
“Isn’t it amazing?” you asked Dean but still didn’t look at him “She’s always so happy… despite what has happened.” you added with a sad mumbled and heard him sigh.
“At least she has her father, hopefully he’s not going to change after-” he stopped himself and cleared his throat “Yeah”
You dared glance at him for a second and instantly felt the need wrap your arms around him and comfort him. It wasn’t as if things were any easier for him lately, even with Mary’s return. If anything, it seemed that he had one more worry to burden his shoulders.
“Hopefully” you mumbled as silence followed for a moment, but it was broken by the little girl bubbling at you and you couldn’t help a giggle “Besides- look at this beauty! Who could ever resist her?” you grinned down at her as she laughed.
“Yeah” he breathed out but this time you didn’t look up at him, too focused on the little girl in your arms to pay attention to anything else.
Maybe it was your instincts kicking in, you wouldn’t know since you didn’t have nor had thought of having children, but you were willing to make the most of your time with her. And while doing that you were willing to shower her with love and make her as happy as she could be.
“What? What little princess?” you giggled at her as played with your necklace, a gift from Dean on one of your birthday’s “You like the necklace?” you chuckled and she giggled.
“It’s a gift.” you said with a grin “Hey!” you chuckled as she pulled on it alone with some of your hair “Easy there little one.” you pushed her tiny hands away from you for a little “If you want to pull on some hair, we have Dean here for that!” you said and she giggled as you glanced at Dean who was glaring at you.
“What?” you chuckled “She wouldn’t be the first woman to, after all.” you shrugged and he scoffed with a roll of his eyes.
“Dah! Deh- D!” she bubbled and you giggled when she finally exclaimed and Dean himself couldn’t stop a chuckle from leaving his lips.
“She already adores you, unbelievable.” you laughed as you pushed a few short strands of hair out of her face. Although it was not all that hard to believe considering you had such a soft spot for the older Winchester- well, it was much more than just that but you were scared to admit it even to yourself.
“Hey princess, want your stuffed bee?” you asked when you noticed her eyes were on the toy Castiel had brought her.
“Beeee!” she squealed and you laughed, grabbing the stuffed animal and waving it in front of her as she giggled, reaching out her hands with a small pout when she couldn’t reach for it as much as she’d like at least.
“Here” you giggled as she wrapped her tiny arms around it, a wide smile on her face. You chuckled kissing the top of her head, making her big green eyes look up at you in a second. They were so big an beautiful, adorned by long eyelashes that made your heart swell inside your chest.
“You love it a little too much don’t you?” you asked with a chuckle “Uncle Cas made a great choice too huh?” rubbed her tummy, making her laugh adorably. A laugh that cut short by a yawn leaving her lips, making you chuckle.
“Well, someone’s tired, aren’t you?” you chuckled “Come on, princess. Let’s get you to sleep.” you said as got up from your bed and walked towards her port bebe. It was the only thing you had for her to sleep. You tried taking the stuffed animal from her hands but whining she only tightened her grip around it.
“Or not.” you mumbled with a shake of your head, making sure as you got up that the shirt didn’t move much. Dean’s shirt by the way, because you were just too comfortable to take it off and you loved Dean’s smell a little too much.
“D!” she let a soft whine, reaching for something behind you and you turned to look at Dean that was still standing there, eyes almost wide as the little girl reached out for him.
“What? Want Dean to put you to sleep?” you smiled softly, looking between her and the hunter who seemed all the more nervous.
“D!” she exclaimed and you chuckled, looking at him.
“Come on, she wants you to hold her.” you said and he hesitated for a moment “Come on Dean, she won’t bite you.”
“But what if- what if she-” he stuttered, taking tentative steps towards you.
“What? Falls from your hands? Don’t be silly Dean. Alright, see-” you placed her down on your lap “Not hard. Now come here, because I see a crying feat coming if you don’t take her now.” you said a little sternly and he swallowed thickly, complying like a little kid.
“Just put your arms around her like this.” you said softly, guiding his hands so that he could hold her “Told you so, easy.” your hands rested on top of his holding her.
“She’s-” he started, eyes focused on her “She’s so beautiful.” he confessed and you smiled widely, nodding your head softly.
“She definitely is.” you whispered “Just look at her, staring up at you with so much adoration. I don’t know how you do this Winchester.”
“What can I say-” he chuckled “Chicks dig me.”
“Hmh” you hummed, subconsciously rubbing your thumb over his hand “That they do. Must be the charming smile.” you pointed out and he grinned almost shyly “It wins their heart over.”
“All of theirs?” he asked you, finally locking eyes with yours and for a second you frowned at what he could be really asking. But you didn’t have to question it as the little girl spoke up.
“D!” she jumped slightly and you chuckled as Dean’s eyes widened for a moment, scared she’d fall from his hands any given minute.
“Gosh you’d be an amazing father.” you whispered, tucking a few strands of hair out of her face; your eyes moving between her and the hunter.
“Not as much of a wonderful mother you’d be.” he confessed and you smiled shyly.
“I doubt it but thanks.” you mumbled and he gave you a look.
“You wouldn’t if you’d seen all the things I did today.” he confessed and your eyes locked with his, finally realization downing on you like a tone of bricks.
He had been watching you. His eyes had been focused on you the entire time, not the baby. At least not entirely the baby. He had been watching you acting all motherly with her, feeding her, changing het, putting her to sleep, playing with her and doing pretty much everything a new mother would. And all of that while wearing his clothes. All of it now was able to explain the look of nostalgia written all over his face and just why his eyes were glistening with unshed tears. He wanted all of this… with you.
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This is a little something I wrote based off of one of my favorite pictures on the internet. I don’t know the original source, but it’s seriously the cutest thing and I love it.
planned it for a little while. You thought it might be a romantic, cute idea.
But then, when it came time to go through with the plan, you felt like
chickening out. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea.
Sebastian had been together for about six months. You had been sleeping
together for the last three of those. So, it wasn’t like he didn’t like your
body. Even though your curves made you self-conscious. You had pretty much
always been overweight and that had been a big setback for you in relationships.
But Sebastian had made you feel beautiful from day one. And the love making was
proof that he didn’t find you disgusting like you had feared. But would he like
the idea you had come up with?
Lily Sunders Gives Me Hope. Or, How Supernatural Has Upped Its Gender Game Beyond Vigilante Villainesses & Single Man Tears.
@elizabethrobertajones, I think I get a medal for the longest titles to my meta. I imagine something where the name of the medal doesn’t fit on it.
I have to admit, initially, I was at a loss for this week’s challenge of The Great Meta Scavenger Hunt, which asked to draw parallels between “Folsom Prison Blues” and “Love Hurts.” But then, 12x10. The gift that keeps on giving. Now, I could talk about Cas’s female vessel, but then this meta would rival War and Peace in word count. Because I have a lot of feelings about that.
No, I have to say, outside of all the Destiel things in that episode, which I enjoyed (ha - enjoyed. Try “was so deeply in the thrall of I literally couldn’t sleep Thursday night,”) I am just a little bit in love with Lily Sunders.
Not just because I have a thing for redheads with eyepatches (I do), but because she is such a refreshing female MoTW. In that - let’s be honest - she’s not much of a monster at all. Continuing season 12′s impressive track record of being able to cultivate compelling villains (I will soon write about how the BMoL are the most interesting thing to happen to Supernatural in years), she is not wholly innocent nor wholly evil.
I say that this is refreshing because - in the past - the evil female has all too often been one note. Sure, we have recurring characters like Meg and Ruby and Abaddon and Rowena who defy that - but there has never been quite so much character development in a single episode for a villainess … potentially ever?
Rewatching “Folsom Prison Blues” and “Love Hurts” solidified those feelings. Because Nurse Glockner and Sonja are the sort of MoTW that I hate. One-dimensional women with their own agendas who need to be stopped. Ones with a penchant for punishing men. Ones who can be mocked for their motives being “practically feminist” and offed by the Winchesters without any protest.
(I’m not even going to touch any of the Amara stuff in “Love Hurts,” because blegh - I really didn’t like the Dean “pining” for Amara stuff).
What excites me about Supernatural as we wade through the middle of its twelfth season is how much it has grown up as a show. How it has continuously matured, alongside the Winchesters.
OKAY, so back to the episodes at hand. I’m hinting at the fact that women both occupy pretty boring positions within these episodes. We have cold-hearted bitches like Nurse Glockner and Sonja. We have victims like Melissa and Staci. We have ill-advised cameos from characters like Amara. But we also have a nearly nine year gap in the life of Dean Winchester.
Because the guy that does this in “Folsom Prison Blues”…
is literally pulling into the Too Tired Motel in “Love Hurts.”
In which Harry gets the help of a little girl to go on a date with (Y/N)
“Will you do the honors of being my maid of honor, (Y/N)?”, your friend asked beaming at you. She’s been your bestest friend ever since you were young; you knew you had to accept her request even though weddings weren’t your scene. But for (Y/F/N) you’ll do anything.
One day, while you two were setting up the preparations for the wedding (Y/F/N) drops the bomb about Harry being the best man. Her and her fiance have been trying to set the two of you up for months but scheduling a date was always tough. Although, whenever Harry and you would see each other; the two of you would always have some sort of physical attraction to one another. All of your friends were waiting for the day the two of you hooked up.
The big day had finally arrived; you were on a beautiful beach in Honolulu, Hawaii walking down the aisle with the honorary best man. In all honesty, Harry and you had stole the whole show. Finally, (Y/F/N) was walking down the aisle wearing a beautiful mermaid gown.
The ceremony began and the couple were starting to recite their vows; a lot of the braid maids were crying and a sight that had surprised you was seeing Harry tearing up behind the groom.
During the reception, after all the speeches and some more tears. The dancing begun; you being the one that doesn’t do much dancing had decided to go to the bar and just watch everyone enjoy themselves. There is two people that you see on the dance floor that just warms your heart; Harry and a little girl no older than the age of 4. You’ve always heard rumors from (Y/F/N) about Harry being amazing with kids; which is probably the most attractive thing ever in your opinion.
Throughout the whole night, you watch Harry playing with this little girl who you find out was a flower girl named Lucy. They are playing tag and you could probably laugh at the sight of a grown man running away from a giggly little girl. When it was his turn; he would always boop her little nose.
Lucy’s mom stands beside you watching them with you; “I was a little reluctant about bringing her because I thought my baby was going to be alone with all these adults”, she says. “Turns out she’s having more fun than I expected her to have,” you guys both laugh at this.
Little Lucy actually invites you to play with them, “would you like to play with Harry and me please? He says you’re very pretty.” She mumbles in a little baby voice. You and Harry both blush at this; Harry embarrassed because he’s been exposed by a 4 year old.
“Lucy, you were just supposed to ask if she wanted to play with us!”, He said laughing the embarrassment off.
“So what do you say (Y/N)? Do you want to play a game with us?”, he asks holding his hand out. “I would love too”, you say laughing at him and taking his hand into yours.
The three of you guys continue to play until Lucy has to go to sleep. The sweet girl thanks the two of you for playing with her. Lucy manages to whisper in your ear. “please be nice to Harry, he likes you this much.” She stretches out her arms as wide as they can go. You guys bid your farewell to the little girl.
Harry insist on walking you back to your room but you aren’t ready to go back because you enjoy his company; you won’t tell him that though. He suggests the two of you go sit by the beach and watch the waves.
That night you found out so much about Harry; like how he love rom coms, was a hopeless romantic, and how weddings were the favorite thing. He even let you know that the bouquet toss was his favorite.
“I would’ve participated on it tonight but I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself infront of a pretty girl,” he says winking at you. You swear your face became hot from blushing so hard.
Throughout the whole night Harry was a complete gentleman to you; always making sure you were warm. The whole night was basically Harry getting to know you; unlike all the rest of the guys that would just talk about themselves.
“As much as I would love to stay and chat with you for hours, I really think it’s time for us to head back.” He says a little disappointed. “I’ll walk you back, (Y/N)”
There’s a comfortable silence the whole walk back to the room. Maybe because you guys were a little disappointed you two had to leave each other.
“Well this is my room, thank you so much for the night Harry,” You smile at him.
You were about to head into your room until Harry stopped you.
“(Y/N), would you like to do something with me? I mean it’s totally fine if you don’t, I just thought it might be fun.” He asks nervously rubbing the back of his head.
“Sure, Harry. Pick me up at 12?” Harry looks up at you with a pure joy.
“Of course, Love! See you then,” He replied.
You guys say your goodbyes and you had done something bold; kissing his cheek and winking at him.
Now, who would’ve thought a 4 year old was going to be the one that helps you get the date with Harry?
A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this piece !! kinda iffy about this one but here it is :) Thank you for reading this; and dont be afraid to send in request!!!
Can I please request a
Got7 reaction to you teasing them while on your period, thank you in advance.
It’s totally ok to skip this if you feel uncomfortable writing about this 😊
Honestly me a few days ago
“Is it fair Y/n? I’m asking if that’s fair? Now, you are on your period,
huh? But that pretty little mouth can still do wonders? On your knees baby.”
“You are the real form of evil. How could you do this to me, huh? I
became an innocent victim of your evilness.”
“Whatever you do, it doesn’t work. You can continue, but nothing gets me
worked uo like you on my bed.”
“If you excuse me, I’ll go to the bathroom real quick. Someone, you,
made a big mess and now I’ll have to take care of it.”
“Y/n, is this acceptable? Is Mother Earth acceptable? Why? Why now?
Couldn’t you be on your period like…tomorrow? Why today? Why did you do that if
you knew you can’t help me out, tease?”
“Fix this. I don’t know what are you going to do or how you’re going to
do it, but take care of this mess pretty thank you, please. Y/n, where are you
going? Take care of this. Like now.”
“You are one bad little kitty, are you? Just you wait until this week is
over. You’ll have to take your work home. You won’t be able to stay on your
feet. I can’t wait to return the favour you just did for me.”
A/N: ayo! I’m such a hoe. Fun fact about me, jungkook is like a dirty little secret to me. I will tell everyone that he’s not my type but dear god, whatta man. 😍 fun fact #2, I’m still a big hoe. If you want something, go ahead and request it!
P.s.- thank you guys so much for loving my Jimin smut xD also, thank you to @flakandforay for putting it on the weekly recommendation post! ^-^ *blushes profusely*
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"Happy birthday day dear Y/N,“ Hoseok’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you closer to the cake, "Happy birthday to you! Wooo!” The cake was pink, with white frosted lettering- hopefully chocolate inside. You peaked a glance at Jin and gave him a mental ‘thank you’ because you knew he was the one who made the cake. He winked back at you.
"Y/N! Make a wish! You have to make a wish!“ Taehyung yelled from across the table. His boxy smile was contagious and you couldn’t help but smile back at the boy. Closing your eyes you thought about all the things you could wish for. Money, love, success, etc. Hmm. The possibilities are endless, really. You opened your eyes back up and had made eye contact with the boy seated across from you.