sir your eyes

Baby girl

CEO!Ash - This is pure fucking filth alright

Words: 6.1k

“Miss y/n, what’s your input on this?”

You heard your colleague’s voice in the background. But you didn’t react to it. You were focused on something else. Rather someone else. Your boss, that was sitting on the other end of the table, twisting and twirling a pen between his long, slender fingers. He was completely staring at you, head cocked to one side in a rather smug attitude. He was young, not much older than you. Only by a year or two. It always amazed you how successful he was for his age, but with that charm - although he most of the time radiated arrogance… and that smile, his success did not surprise you.

You’d lie if you said you weren’t attracted to him. Hell, that man could have his way with you without you even questioning it, you wouldn’t mind at all. In fact, you wanted it. You wanted him to fuck you, and by judging the look he was giving you, you understood he knew that, too. What made your chest rise and your heartbeat increase, was the fact that he tugged on the collar of his shirt. Then, he gazed up at you again, and the look he was shooting you this time made you weak. He wanted it, too.

“Miss?” your colleague repeated.

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Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews announce the Blackhawks’ first pick (29th) in the 2017 NHL Draft (x)

Mine (M)

Prompt: 💕 + Jungkook + “You have no idea what the fuck I’m capable of, babygirl.”

Pairing: Mafia boss! Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: bondage, slapping, killing (a little blood), Sir kink, humiliation, Dom! Jungkook, degrading names, begging, orgasm denial

Notes: For my (very late, i’m sorry) 3k present <3 I hope it’s good enough. 2.2k Words

Originally posted by jeonbase

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Office Drama

Series: Mr. Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Swearing cause when don’t I ever swear..

Word Count: 1,900+

A/N: Mr. Holland will be updated Tuesday, Thursday, & Saturdays for now. I do attend college so if I don’t update on time, know I’m probably studying or working on HWxx


Originally posted by iamlouistomlinson

Yes Louis Tomlinson is your Roomie ^

Let’s get started xx


[Reader’s POV]


   Taking a sip of your tea you rest the mug back down. Your fingers clicked against the keyboard as you typed a new document. It needed to be done by this evening and you knew you could finish it. After what happened at the hospital you were in higher spirits. Seeing Jaelynn smile like that warmed your soul.


   Tom being the cause of her smile made you admire him even more. You don’t know what Marie was talking about he truly has a good side to him. The way he acted around kids was so natural. Moving your mouse to the plus adding another tab you click the search bar. Typing in ‘Tom Holland visiting Hospital kids’ and hitting enter after.


   The screen loads showing tons of videos on Youtube. Scrolling through you click on one of them. Looking at Tom then vs now he looks practically the same. Wondering if he sold his soul to the Devil to look young. He’s handsome without even trying who are you kidding?


   Apparently wherever he filmed he would stop by a hospital to see the kids. The videos you watched made your heart melt. When he pulled off his mask in front of a teenage girl her reaction was priceless.


“Woah you’re really cute!”


   Smiling at the video admiring how much Tom gave back as a celebrity. Still giving back now with The Holy Trinity Foundation. A loud ding fills the air making you snap back to reality. Searching your desk you locate your phone picking it up. Looking at the text you quickly open it and respond.


Lou Boo:

Bitch this place is fancy…


Lou Boo:

What’s your office number?


You:

Just come to the second to last floor, Mr. Holland’s home from home penthouse is on the top floor. Ask the woman at the desk and she’ll point to his office cause I’m literally right next to his office.


Lou Boo:

See you soon love xx Can’t wait to hear about your first day so far xx


   Setting your phone down to the side you get back to work. The office phone rings loudly making you pick it up immediately. Raising it to your ear there was a brief silence. Doing your answering the phone line they finally answer.


“Hey this is Jacob Batalon, is Tom in his office?”


“Yes sir, he’s currently working on signing some papers I can patch you through” you say pressing the number one button on the option sending it to Tom. Resting the phone back down you look  back at your computer screen.


   Looking over at time in the corner of the screen you’re wondering where Louis is. Rolling your eyes because he probably got lost. Typing for another five minutes you stop when you hear a knock on your door. Getting up from your chair you walk over opening the door.


“I’m here, you have so many attractive people in this office.. I had a chat and took some pictures with people, sorry love” he gives you a kiss on the cheek before heading inside your office. Turning around you close the door eyeing the bag he was holding. You were starving and needed food before your stomach roared like the kraken.


   Louis sets the bag on the ground taking a seat across from you. Taking out boxes he sets yours down in front of you and his where he’s sitting. Placing a pair of chopsticks on your box he does the same with his. Pulling out two tea bottles he hands yours over. Opening it up the smell of green tea relaxes you.


“Soooo, what’s it like working for the legend himself?” Louis asks opening up his box of sushi. Breaking the chopsticks so they split you place them in your hands.


“Actually quite lovely to be honest.. he took time out of his morning today to surprise Jaelynn in  the hospital” picking up a roll you lightly dip it into the sauce.


“He actually went to see her? that’s amazing, she loves Spider-Man”


“I know she does.. she’s jealous that I moved in with you years ago cause you have all the cool superhero stuff littered around” you were lucky that you became friends with Louis ages ago. Jaelynn loves hanging out with his son. Right now his son is currently with his mum for the week and Louis’s been sad.


“I bet she would love a visit from you, maybe read her a comic like you used to?” his face perking up at your suggestion.


“We have to talk about this though, is he just as good looking in person? Any man would be look envy with him.. he looks so young for his age.. I look like age punched me ten years into the future” he acts dramatically putting his hand to his head leaning back.


“Louis shut up you idiot” you let out a loud laugh at how he’s acting. Sometimes you wonder if he’s just still a child.


   The door next to you opens making your pause your movements. Setting the sushi back down you turn to see Mr. Holland in the doorway. His eyes looking between you and Louis. You nervously look over at Louis who had a prominent smile on his face. The silence was killing you.


“I didn’t know you were having a -“


“boyfriend, hey I’m Louis Tomlinson.. probably heard of me, I was in a famous boy band called One Direction”


“Louis sto-“


“It ended so clearly I haven’t heard of you, well you and your boyfriend have a lovely time” he turns around closing the door a little harder than normal.


“Fuck you Tomlinson, why the hell did you say that?!” you point your chopsticks over at him almost wanting to stab him with them.


“You should have seen the look he gave me… he’s into you babe” his laughter filling the air making your cheeks turn pink.


“Now he’s going to th-“


“He’s rude saying that to me, I’m Louis Tomlinson.. bitch” he huffs out running his fingers through his hair pouting before putting a piece of sushi in his mouth.


“You’re such a handful.. I don’t know how I put up with you”


“You do because I’m your best friend and cause I got you that Coach bag sitting right there” he points over to your bag hanging behind you.


“Bite me”


“He wouldn’t like that now would he?” a smirk not leaving his lips.

“God Dammit”


-


“Mr. Holland I finished the papers you wanted me to finish” setting the papers down he looks up at you. The tension growing in the air making you gulp nervously.


“Is he really your boyfriend?” he asks setting the papers aside in a tray. You step back nervously as he stands up.


“No he isn’t Mr. Holl-“


“It’s Tom, please call me Tom” his brown eyes looking a shade darker. Your heart beat was raising erratically.


“Louis isn’t my boyfriend we just live together” your chest tightening because that sounds just as bad.


“You live with him?”


“I couldn’t afford a place of my own and Louis is a family friend and has been letting me live with him..”


“So you need a place of your own then?” Tom stands in front of you then leans slightly against the desk. His arms were crossed over his chest and you couldn’t help but see how the shirt clung to his biceps.


“I’m fine Tom, I’m saving up now thanks to you helping out with Jaelynn..”


“Stay at my penthouse upstairs” your eyes widening His penthouse? Why would he offer for you to stay there? Maybe he doesn’t like you like living with Louis.


“I couldn’t possibly stay there Mr. Holland..”


“You will stay there.. plus being here you’re closer to the hospital… I can order a moving service to move your stuff in the guest room there”


“But don’t you live there too?” You ask looking at him as his lip swipes across his lower lip quickly. 


“I do but only when I have late nights so it will be all yours, now I’m not going to say no because you have these files now to do and you’ll be here over night” He unfolds his arms reaching for a file. Sticking out his hand he hands you the thick file. 


“Y-yes sir..” your eyes wide from the thickness of the file, holy fuck this was a lot of paper work.


“Come get me when you’re finished and I’ll show you around the penthouse” turning around he returns to his chair going straight onto his computer. His eyes focused as he started typing quickly.   



     Walking into your office you stressfully plop the file down onto your desk. Leaving you go and make some coffee for the long night ahead. Once you’re back you set up a playlist to listen to while you work. Your fingers typed as quickly as they could transferring the files manually into the system. Typing side notes on what could have been improved or what things were lacking in the company. 



    Hours went by as you tried keeping your eyes open. Minutes felt like ages as they ticked by slowly. Every time you blinked your eyes hurt even more. You were three cups of coffee in and your hands felt jittery. Backspacing on the error you just made you finish the last paper you had to do.


     Turning your computer off you stretch your arms over your head. A button coming undone form your top exposing more of your chest. Not giving a single fuck at this point you pick up the file of completed work. Standing up you feel the blood rush to your legs and let out a sigh of relief after sitting for so long. Picking up your phone you see a spam of messages from Louis. 


    Locking your phone so the screen turns black you stick it in your purse. Once you have your purse on, you then head to the door opening it. Stepping through you see Mr. Holland tapping his pencil against his chin. He turns his head to look at you with a surprised look on his face. Sticking out the file you let out a little yawn.


“Alright love, lets get you upstairs.. you look like you might pass out from exhaustion” he takes the files from you setting them down. Walking next to you he places his hand on the small of your back. 


    The two of you lock your office doors before heading down the hallway. Once down the hallway you turn the corner towards the elevator. Associates looking at the two of you with raised brows. Mr. Holland looks over at them making their heads turn away from you two. The elevator dings opening the doors signaling to walk in. 


   The ride up the next floor was dead silent. A buzzing sound goes off making the elevator stop. Mr. Holland reaches into his pocket pulling out a key. He sticks the key into the hole that was next to the buttons and turns the key. 


 The elevator doors open revealing a gorgeous foyer. Your eyes taking in the beautiful surroundings. The glass windows surrounding showed the city lights that immediately caught your attention.


    Stepping into the living you turn around in a slow circle gazing at everything. Looking back at Tom to see him smiling at you. Blushing from how stupid you must have looked. You’ve never been in a home that looked so extravagant. He walks over taking your hand giving it a small tug.


“C’mon I’ll show you the bedroom…”


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Beyond Delicious

4,500 Followers Drabble

Summary: In her drunken state, the reader thinks that Jensen isn’t a real cop and hits on him.

Pairing: Cop!Jensen x Reader

Halloween Request: @katymacsupernatural


Sauntering down Tremont Street in downtown Boston, your only focus is the click clacking of your high heels hitting the pavement. You’re barely aware of the lingering eyes as they fixate on your sexy inmate costume.

The hardcore pregaming at your best friend’s place majorly attributes to your aloofness. It’s also the reason why you’re venturing out late to acquire more booze on Halloween night.

Gallivanting around by yourself is admittedly not the best idea, especially with the alcohol coursing through your bloodstream. Meh. If it comes down to it, you can always resort to stabbing someone with your pretty five inch heels.

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Under That Trench Coat

Title: Under That Trench Coat

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 771

Warnings: graphic sexual language, implied smut.

A/N: This is just a silly little thing I thought up. I really have no idea where it came from. But, there it is. Woot.

Part 2 - Beneath

Originally posted by subcas

You leaned back in your seat as the brothers chatted about another possible case. They flipped through large textbooks and various websites about ghouls. From the few sentences you actually heard, these were tougher than your usual ghoul. Oh, goodie.

But, you weren’t interested in super-ghouls at the moment. There was something much more distracting and delicious in the room that was holding your attention far better than monsters or the Winchester brothers ever could.

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Yoongi x Reader Smut “Daddy”

Genre: Smut Smut Smut! 

Word Count: 2,634

Warnings: Smut! Oral (Both ways)! Daddy Kink! Hair Pulling! Spanking! Dom! Yoongi! Sub! Reader! Teacher x Student! Fingering! Masturbating!

A/N: Guys this is the first time I have EVER written smut! So please! Please PLEASE! TELL me what you think! I honestly am shitting myself because I don’t know if I’m good at writing smut! So please give me your honest opinions! Plus (cos I’m a pure soul) I don’t actually know that much about sex (position names etc) so please bare with me! (Sorry for any mistakes! I’ll edit it tomorrow! I’m just too tired!)

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Requested By: @minsugagirl18

How you had gotten yourself into this mess you didn’t understand. Your English teacher, Mr Min had given you detention when he accused you of throwing a piece of paper at the back of his head. You wouldn’t of minded if you had done it, but it infuriated you that Mr Min didn’t have any evidence of the crime. At the same time, however, you were kind of glad. For about 2 years you had crushed on your English teacher, you just couldn’t help but have naughty thoughts about him late at night, while you pleasured yourself under your bed covers, suppressing your moans, trying hard not to wake up your family as you inserted your middle finger into your dripping entrance, coating it with your essence.

Tapping your pencil against your desk angrily, you impatiently waited for the bell to ring to indicate that school ended. You planned on getting out of school as quickly as possible because if you stayed with Mr Min for 2 hours of detention alone, you’d seriously loose your mind. With your bag already secretly packed, you had your left hand placed on the back of your chair, while the other was placed on your desk, pencil still in hand, ready to make a bolt for it.

“Come on, come on, come on,” you muttered under your breath, trying not to draw any attention to yourself. After about a minute, the bell rang and you almost ran out of the door. Running through the corridors you pushed through the sea of students pouring out of the classrooms down the hall. Taking a left turn to the main entrance your pace had picked up as you were not sprinting towards the door.

“Almost there,” you said to yourself, hope beginning to fill you up. It had all instantly disappeared however when a hand firmly grabbed your wrist, drawing you to a halt. Spinning around on your heel your eyes locked with a pair of dark brown orbs, glaring back at you.

“Not trying to get out of detention now are we, Miss (Surname)?” Mr Min’s low voice rang in your ears, causing you to subtly rub your thighs together. His voice always did that to you, no matter what the situation. The hallway was not mostly empty with about 6 or 7 students grabbing things out of their lockers or making their way out of the door.

Come with me,” he spoke quietly, almost as if he was trying to suggest something. Tugging at your wrist, semi-roughly he complied and followed behind him, to the detention room.

Upon reaching the room which just so happened to be his office, he pulled you inside the room, and locked the door, preventing you from escaping. Placing your hands on his desk, you took deep breaths, beginning to slightly freak out.

From behind you, Yoongi licked his lips, trying hard not to look and think about the way your skirt had raised up when you leant forward slightly to catch your breath. Clearing his throat, you manoeuvred around you and sat down in the computer chair opposite you.

“For the next 2 hours, you’ll be helping me sort out my exam papers for my students,” Mr Min explained coldly, sending chills down your spine. This hadn’t gone unnoticed as he raised an eyebrow. “Is something wrong Miss (Surname)?”

“N-No, sir I’m just cold,” you coughed slightly through your sentence to clear your throat, as it had become harsh. 

“Very well,” Mr Min stood up out of his chair and made his way to the heater in his room. “I get that your legs are most likely cold from wearing your skirt, so I don’t have any objections to turning on my heater,” he replied as you gave a slight nod.

“Thank you, sir,” you mumbled, as you once again, rubbed your thighs together. 

“Now let’s get started,” he spoke sternly, as he made his way back to his chair and sat down. “You’ll start by counting each paper, making sure there is enough for every 3rd-year student, and there should be about 170,” Mr Min continued. Your jaw almost hit the floor, you could barely think just being in the same room as your teacher alone, now he wanted you to count.

“Yes sir,” you muttered as you leant over his desk you grab the papers. Yoongi couldn’t avert his eyes from your now exposed cleavage, as you bent over. That was the last straw, Yoongi was sick of waiting.

“Stop calling me that,” Yoongi’s voice lowered dangerously.

“Calling you what sir?” you asked, your eyes staring at him in confusion.

That. Stop calling me sir. I much prefer daddy,” Yoongi smirked when he noticed you had choked on air.

What!?” you asked as you began to back away slightly. Yoongi quickly took action, firmly gripping your wrist and pulling you forward again, causing you to yelp in surprise.

“You heard me. I want you to call me daddy, I’m tired of watching to strut around in your tight ass shirt, and short skirt, showing off your underwear every time you bend over in front of me. By break or lunch, I have to quickly make my way to the bathroom and relieve myself because of you,” he snapped, as he pulled you further onto the desk, while with his other hand, he pushed away all the papers.

“An hour and 30 minutes until your detention is over, that’s enough time,” Yoongi muttered to himself as he straddled your waist, keeping you from squirming around.

“S-Sir!” you squeaked. Yoongi glared at you, to which you instantly picked up on your mistake. “D-Daddy!” you rephrased as a smirk played at his lips. “I-I’m not sure about th-” you were cut off when Yoongi silenced you, crashing his lips onto yours.

Shocked you stared at him wide-eyed until he pulled away licking his lips hungrily.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he spoke breathlessly. Leaning down he planted his lips on your again, but this time you kissed him back, slightly startling Yoongi. Once again pulling away, you both panted loudly. 

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” Yoongi muttered into your neck, the tent in his trousers becoming more painful by the second. Yoongi then began to attack your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin, causing a moan to slip past your lips. 

“F-fuck daddy,” you moaned, your hands tightly gripping on his arms, as you felt yourself beginning to soak through your underwear. Yoongi quickly got off of you and laid right in between your legs. 

“Hmm, yes I want to hear how vocal I can make you. Be a good girl and do that for me,” Yoongi breathed into your neck, as his hands rested on your thighs and slowly raised your skirt up. His index fingers hooked themselves around the waistband on your underwear and slowly pulled them down, exposing your heat to a new temperature, making you shiver. Yoongi stepped back and admired your glistening core.

“Fuck you’re beautiful and so wet. Because you’ve been such a good girl, I guess I’ll reward you,” Yoongi growled as he knelt down in front on your heat. “You’ve teased me enough, now it’s my turn,” he muttered to himself, as he dipped his head down in licked a slow strip up your core. A rather loud moan erupted from your throat.

“F-fuck daddy!” you growled, as your hand travelled down to Yoongi’s hair and pulled it roughly. Yoongi moaned into your core, sending vibrations all throughout your body, and yet another moan escaped your lips.

“That’s it let me hear you,” Yoongi laughed, as your grip on his hair tightened.

“Daddy, p-p-please stop teasing me! I-I need you so badly,” you groaned in between.

“Hmm, I don’t know if you deserve it,” Yoongi hummed continued to lick up your slit until he got to your clit. Lightly he sucked on it, as he brought his hand up to your entrance and slipped a finger past your folds and into you. Slowly, he pumped in and out of you, continuing to suck on your clit, only this time it was harder.

Placing your hand over your mouth, you tried your hardest to suppress your moans.

“If you dare try to keep quiet, I’ll make sure you get punished,” Yoongi snarled as he pulled away from your clit with a loud ‘pop.’ Instantly you pulled your hand away from your mouth and went back to gripping his hair.

“D-daddy I-I’m gonna-”

“Come for me then princess, I want to eat every last bit of you until your begging for me to stop,” Yoongi smirked, as he pulls his finger out of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness in your core. But it was quickly replaced with his tongue.

After a few more licks, you groaned as you reached your high, and released into Yoongi’s mouth. He moaned when the warm liquid hit his tongue, as he swallowed and continued to lick you clean like he had promised.

Yoongi crawled back up to you and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself. A sudden burst of confidence came to you as you palmed Yoongi through his pants, making him hiss in pain.

“I think I should return the favour,” you muttered. Yoongi wasted no time to climb off of you and rid himself of his trousers and boxers, allowing you to stare at his length. He was much bigger than you had imagined, considering he was much shorter than the other teachers.

Slowly sitting up and climbing off the desk you knelt down in front of Yoongi and firmly gripped his cock, making him hiss once again. Carefully you ran your hand up and down his length a couple of time, before leaning forward and putting the top of his cock inside your mouth.

“Shit!” he growled, as he gripped your hair, making your moan, the vibrations causing him to pull your hair once again. Taking in more of his shaft you slowly bobbed your head up and down, your hand taking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

“Fuck you feel amazing! You’re a natural,” Yoongi complimented, kicking his head back in pleasure. “Touch yourself, I want to see you come undone as you suck me off,” Yoongi demanded. Quickly obeying his order, you used your other hand and started drawing quick circles on your clit lightly, making you moan once again. “Yes, just l-like that.”

“I’m close, j-just a little more princess,” Yoongi stuttered. Wasting no time, you went as quickly as you could, deep throating him, earning a pleasured moan from his as he released his seed into your mouth. With little to no effort, you swallowed his semen whole, and stuck out your tongue, showing Yoongi you had swallowed. 

“Get up, and bend over the desk,” Yoongi pointed behind you and you quickly followed his command. Leaning over the desk you shivered as you nipples came into contact with the cold desk. Yoongi stood behind you as he kneaded your ass, in an almost comforting manner.

A light gasp escaped your lips with Yoongi brought his hand back and slapped you across your ass, leaving a red mark on your right cheek. A whine left your lips as he struck your ass again, but harder.

“That’s right scream my name,” Yoongi smirked as he continuously spanked you.

“D-Daddy!” you spoke loudly, which satisfied Yoongi.

“That’s it baby girl, just like that. Now I want you to continue to be that vocal when I pound you into the desk. Are we clear?” he asked with an eyebrow raised. Nodding in reply Yoongi smirked as he positioned himself at your drenched entrance and slowly began to slip into you.

A moan slipped past both of your lips as Yoongi went deeper every second. Once fully inside of you, Yoongi waited for a second, allowing you to get used to his size.

“P-please move daddy,” you muttered. Yoongi smiled as he slowly pulled back, and suddenly slammed into you. Loud moans escaped your lips with each thrust. With one hand still on your hips, Yoongi brought his hand down to your sensitive clit and pinched it making you moan even louder. A few seconds later, Yoongi joined in with your moans, as he pounded into you. 

You whined loudly when Yoongi pulled out of you, making you feel empty. Lifting you up onto the desk and turning you around to face him, Yoongi grabbed your shirt and ripped it open, the buttons of your shirt flying to different parts of the room. He then pulled your bra off with one swift motion and leant forward to attach his lips to your left nipple, which his other hand pinched the other.

Melodic sounds fell from your mouth as Yoongi switched between your breasts every few minutes, giving each one of them the same amount of attention as the other. While doing this, Yoongi slipped back into you and firmly gripped your waist with his free hand.

“Touch yourself for me again,” Yoongi ordered. Quickly your hand slithered down your body and came into contact with your clit. Pinching it roughly you arched your back when Yoongi took your nipple in between his teeth and pulled at it.

“F-fuck!” you growled, you hand getting tangled in his hair once again as He mercilessly pounded into you. “I’m close!” you yelled.

“M-me too,” Yoongi muttered. After a couple more sloppy thrusts, you moaned loudly as you reached your high, coming once again other his length. A few minutes later Yoongi had finished and had almost collapsed on top on you.

Lazily, Yoongi stood up and grabbed a couple of wiped from his top desk drawer and cleaned you up, making you shiver in surprise at how cold it was.  After Yoongi had finished cleaning you up, he gently picked you up bridal style and sat you down in his computer chair.

Carefully he helped you get dressed, continuing to not say a word as you sat there and stared at him.

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi finally spoke. “I stepped way out of line, and I shouldn’t have done any of that. You have my deepest apologies, I understand if you want to tell the principle,” Yoongi muttered sadly.

“Why would I tell the principle, I clearly wanted it,” you replied with a shrug as Yoongi looked up at you in surprise.

“Seriously?” he asked in disbelief, to which you nodded. A soft smile spread across his features as he stood up and got dressed. 

“You ripped my favourite shirt though,” you sighed in annoyance you stared at your shirt that lay on the floor in a crumpled heap.

“Sorry about that, here you can borrow an extra one that I keep in my wardrobe, you never know when something could happen,” Yoongi laughed. He quickly made his way over to the wardrobe and pulled out an oversized white shirt.

“Thank you,” you muttered, as you grabbed your bra also and pulled it over your head. “You know, I’ve actually had a thing for you for 2 years now, I was just too shy to say anything,” you spoke shyly, as you buttoned up the shirt, avoiding eye contact with Yoongi.

“Well you’re in luck because I’ve felt to same,” he chuckled when your head shot up and you stared at him wide-eyed. “Sorry I didn’t mention it sooner,” he laughed awkwardly. A warm smile played at your lips and you stood up, made your way towards him and planted a sweet kiss on his lips, to which he returned it.

“I love you,” he muttered, making you nod in agreement.

“I love you too… si- I mean Daddy,” you replied shyly.

“Don’t worry love, you can call me Yoongi, only during sex do I get called Daddy,” he smirked as he stepped closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“So what do you say? Want a second round? We still have 45 minutes,” Yoongi suggested.

“Whatever you say… Daddy…”

Imagine #4 Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier

Imagine… Being an old acquaintance of Erik’s and meeting him at Xavier’s school, where him and Charles both show an interest in you.

Not my gif

Words: 1495

Warnings: fem!reader, typos

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“Uhm, excuse me?”, you asked a young girl passing by you while juggling a bunch of pears without touching them. It amazed you how openly those kids used their powers, as if they weren’t peculiar in any way. Well, they weren’t at this school, you reminded yourself. The girl stopped and eyed you curiously. “Would you mind telling me where I can find Professor Xavier’s office?”, you asked and smiled.

“It’s down the hall, to the left.”, she responded and turned around to pick up a pear she had dropped.

“Thanks.” Your heels loudly hit the floor as you walked past doors behind which you could feel the presence of students and teachers, children and adults. You were neither, you thought, and still, you were here. Right now you were just looking for someone to tell you how to use your abilities. You were hoping the Professor could maybe provide you with some information.

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Graduation Present

Title: Graduation Present

Paring: Teacher!Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,059

Warning: Delicious Jensen smut

A/N: I saw the gif below and immediately thought of Jensen as a teacher bending me over a desk and I thought I should share the fantasy with you all. Enjoy!!



Everyone else was counting down the seconds to the final bell signifying summer, graduation, and the final end of your undergraduate degree.

You were watching Mr. Ackles bend over to grab a textbook and then squat down to take a closer look.

Standing back up and turning his eyes raised to find yours. His signature wink made you shift in your seat as you bit at your lip.

Seconds before the bell rang he crossed to the classroom door and blocked it as kids groaned. “I know, I know, I just want you all to know that I enjoyed having you in my class. Good luck to you seniors, don’t trip on the stage.” His laugh rippled through his body as he looked up at the clock.

Just as the bell rang he turned back to the class, saluting. “It’s been a pleasure, now get out.”

Everyone grabbed their bags, heading out and making plans for the night. You motioned your friends to go ahead, making some excuse you had to talk to him about a grade or something.

“Hey Mr. Ackles,” he just laughed and shook his head.

“I told you guys to call me Jensen, I’m just an associate professor, no need to be too formal.”

“Well, Jensen, I need you to take a look at something for me. I’m turning in a late assignment for another class. We had to write what our goal for this semester was and if we achieved it. Can you take a look at it?” Jensen smiled and took the paper, walking back to the front table, not noticing you flip the lock on the door.

              This semester started with the goal to graduate, pass all my classes, and finally finish my degree. When I saw Mr. Jensen Ackles walk into my classroom though, goals changed. Now all I could think about was ripping his tie off, running my fingers through that sexy hair, palming the delicious looking bulge in the front of his pants, among other things.

              Did I achieve this goal? I’m about to find out.

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Every friggin time I look at the prison scene with Karin yelling at telling Frank that he’s going to rot in a goddamn jail-cell I think about Frank’s reaction. Tell me he isn’t stunned, tell me he isn’t besotted. Because if he would be any more obvious he would wear heart-shaped eye-patches. 

Acceptance

Title: Acceptance

Imagine: John finding out that you’re bisexual.

Request: Saw that your requests are open? Could you do one where the reader is sam and deans lil sister (like 16) and is secretly bi, and john figures it out and she’s scared he won’t accept it but he does and super fluff???? Sorry that was so specific

Pairing: John x daughter!reader. Dean x sister!reader. Sam x sister!reader.

Warnings: None.

Note: Forgive me if John’s character is a little off. Everyone is still in school, in the fic!

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged!


Hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by jensennackels

Originally posted by thewinchesterdaily

“So did you finish the project?” You asked Sam. He sat beside you on the bench. Both you two and Dean were currently waiting to be picked up.

“Yeah. I finished mine yesterday,” Sam went on to tell you on what he did, but you zoned out. You were watching Dean and the girl he was with. Dean would do what he does with all girls, then you all would be gone within the week.

That girl he was with, she had a younger sister in the same grade as you and you liked her. Liking both guys and girls made life a little difficult. Others normally tend to overlook people like you. You’d never tell anyone. Who knows what they’d say? Especially your dad…

“Y/N, are you there?” Sam waved a hand in front of you, pulling you out of your daze. You looked back towards him.

“Yeah,” You shook your head slightly. Sam pointed towards the road and you saw the familiar vehicle pull up. “Great.”

You and Sam headed for the car, with Dean not far behind. You all knew not to keep him waiting. You slid into the back with Sam.

“Everything good? No fights today, right?” John spoke up. He stopped to look at each one of you. There had been a lot of fights lately, mostly between Dean and others, but occasionally, Sam or you would get into a fight.

“No, sir,” Dean shook his head, staring straight ahead at the road. John looked to Sam.

“No, sir,” Sam copied Dean, then they both looked towards you.

“What about you?” John spoke, but you were looking out the back window, staring at her. She was out talking to her sister and you couldn’t help but stare. John followed your eyes. He titled his head ever so slightly, but then resumed. “Y/N!”

“Oh. N-no, sir,” You jumped slightly. Forcing your eyes away and turning back to your father. He rose one eyebrow slightly, but then turned back around and headed for the motel. Your eyes cascaded downward and you stared at your lap.

You felt Sam put his hand on yours and you looked towards him. He gave you a small nod. He always made sure you were okay after a talk with dad. You gave a small smile back and looked foward, awaiting the arrival back at the motel.


“And that’s how it’s done,“ Sam threw the pencil down and leaned back into the chair.

“Oh. Why didn’t the teacher just explain that way, then?” You titled your head, looking at your older brother.

“They just do what they think is the easiest,” Sam told you. You sighed.

“Why is school so confusing?” You grumbled, head hitting the table.

“Well-” Sam began.

“Sam,” John spoke.

“Yes sir?” Sam looked around to his father, you doing the same. A worried expression filled your face. Both he and Dean had just got back from a hunt, and now he was wanting Sam.

“Go stand out there with Dean,” John commanded.

“Can I just fin-”

“Now, boy!”

Sam exited the room without another word. This only left you and John. You watched, through the window, as Sam headed towards the impala, where Dean was leaning against the side of it. You heard John clear his throat.

“So, Y/N, when I picked all of you up a couple days ago,” he started, “I noticed that you were looking at someone.”

You didn’t say anything, but you felt your heart rate speed up. You didn’t dare look away, in fear of why he might do. Dean always told you to keep your head held high and don’t break eye contact.

“You like her, don’t you?” He questioned you. There was no backing out now. You didn’t know what you expected, for the great John Winchester not to find out?

“Y-yes… sir,” Your eyes went downward. You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t lie to him.

“Hey, hey! Look at me,” His voice was strict, but soft. You slowly tilted your head up at him. “I’m not upset.”

“What?”

“I’m not upset,” John sat down in the chair Sam was in, “I’ve seen that look in your eyes before. And as long as they treat you right, then we’re good.” John gave a small smile at you.

“T-thank you,” You smiled. You still couldn’t believe it.

“Just make sure I don’t have to send your brothers to go beat someone up.”



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Angel Fallen for a Renegade

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3208

Warnings: cursing, smut, Dom!Dean x Sub!Reader, a little fluff, use of kinky sex toy (dont want to ruin the build up), orgasm denial, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, getting dirty in Baby, it’s just smut yall, pure, unadulterated SMUT!

A/N: This is the third part to my Vegas trilogy! I have no plans of continuing this series any further! A huge thanks as always goes to @avasmommy224 for being my beta and her amazing reactions after she read it (i was worried it was too much)

Inspiration for this fic came from this song, used some of the lyrics as well ;) no copyright infringement intended!!

Read What Happens In Vegas and The One After Vegas first! 

Originally posted by life-of-a-plaidchester

The next morning you were surprised to find Dean’s arms still wrapped tight around your body. You gently lifted the arm draped across your waist, only causing him to tighten his hold. He shuffled around on his side of the bed before trailing soft kisses down the back of your neck. “Dean, I really need to get up.” you giggled when the stubble from his jaw grazed over a sensitive spot on your neck.

“I’m really surprised you’re still here. I thought you’d be gone like you were last time. What changed?” His kisses suddenly stopped and his grip loosened before moving away from you completely. You turned around and faced him, splaying your fingers over the muscles in his stomach.

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