sitting in your hotel room with your best friend without pants on

Worth It

Summary: You’ve been secretly dating Jared for almost a year when he slips up at a convention, accidentally revealing your relationship to the fans. He makes it up to you in your hotel room.
Words: 5.4k
Jared x Reader, Jensen (mentioned James Lafferty and Chad Michael Murray)
Warnings: good-natured bullshiting between a loving couple, smut
Square filled: Fingering
A/N: this was requested by @blacksiren after donating to my justgiving page, and it’s written as part of this year’s @spnkinkbingo

Your name: submit What is this?

Keeping relationships hidden from the world was something you’d gotten used to over the years of working in TV.

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~ A Scrapped Fic: Honey ~

Request: I would love a Bucky smut where he and reader have to go undercover as a married couple.

Summary: You were supposed to go on an undercover mission with Steve, not the man you despised- James Buchanan Barnes. 

Warnings: smut, slight angst

A/N: This was the first attempt for an old request that I ended up writing a whole different story for and I reread what I had written and decided I didn’t actually hate it. So, I finished it and thought I’d post it. Here you go! Also, it’s 5:09 in the morning, I haven’t gone to bed yet, and I just finished writing this so I do apologize if anything is incoherent. Enjoy!


“You’ve got to be shitting me, Steve! I am not going on the mission with him.” You pointed at Bucky, dropping your bag to the ground. 

“Nat needs me on a mission with her, (Y/N), you two will get along fine.” He smiled and rested his hands on your shoulders. “I swear, it’ll be a painless mission. Just pretend you’re a married couple attending the wedding, alright?” 

“I can’t pretend to be married to him! He’s an ass!” You backed out of Steve’s grasp, frustrated that you knew there was no other option. “Damn it, Steve.” You sighed.

“Please, (Y/N).” He shot you his famous puppy dog eyes and pouted his lip. 

“Fine, but you fucking owe me one.” You picked up your bag and pushed passed him, avoiding eye contact with Bucky as you approached the Quinjet.

“I thought Steve was going on the mission with you…” Clint spun around in the pilot’s seat, looking worryingly between the two of you.

“Steve’s out helping Nat with a mission, he asked me to take his place.” Bucky flashed a smile at Clint.

“Fair enough.” Clint turned, starting the engine.

You were fuming. You hated Barnes; the two of you couldn’t be in the same room together for more than five minutes without chewing each other out. Barnes was just going to complicate things, he was going to ruin the mission.

“Be safe you guys!” Clint called to the two of you as you stepped out of the jet, and started walking into the airport terminal. You thanked Clint for having an inside friend at the airport, allowing him to land there and not in some random field. 

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anonymous asked:

Seungcheol eating you out in the bath please

not THE Cheol smut, but still a Cheol smut 😚 hope you like it! ♥ there was a also a request for “bath smut”, which I’m now taking the freedom to join with this, since eating you out is smut. 😘 if someone still wants to read about going all the way in bath with him, your chance is when we open our requests.


You were eating dinner at the hotel restaurant when Seungcheol glanced at you, and with a small smile playing on his lips, spoke up. “So… I was thinking about having a bath tonight.”

His almost innocent tone made you giggle, and you raised your eyebrows meaningfully as you took a sip of your drink. “And you’re telling me this because?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to join me,” Seungcheol admitted bluntly, showing you a wide grin that slowly faded into a suggestive raise of his eyebrows. “We always have fun bathing, don’t we?”

You almost choked on your drink at the mention of your past baths, most of which had ended with one or both of you very sexually satisfied; whenever it was only one of you, it was fixed afterwards in bed. It wasn’t that you couldn’t bathe without doing a bit of something, it was simply that it was rather often that you were unable to keep your hands off of each other while doing so.

“I wasn’t going to say no,” you said with a small grin and moved your eyes from the candle between you two to Seungcheol’s deep brown eyes, staring right into yours. 

He gave you a smile before returning to his food, and you continued talking about more casual things, such as your common friend Jun and how he was coping with his most recent break-up as well as what food you’d be having the next day, when you would return home from your small holiday spent at a rather luxurious spa hotel. Had it not been for his parents, you probably couldn’t have afforded one.

The evening went on as per usual, with the two of you working on your assignments in your hotel room, because as much as you wanted to just relax, you had things to do, until the excitement about having a bath got the best of you.

“It’s getting late,” you said nonchalantly as you put your laptop screen down and put it away, and side-eyed Seungcheol. You could see the right corner of his mouth tug upwards.

“It is, isn’t it,” he mumbled and turned off his own laptop before putting it aside. After that, he turned to you, his hand slowly moving to rest on your thigh. “Shall we go?”

With excitement already building up inside of you, you placed your hand on top of his and leaned closer to him to kiss him by his ear. “Do you have any predictions about how it will end?”

Seungcheol chuckled darkly and squeezed your thigh, moving his hand a bit higher on it. “If all goes according to plan, with you cumming on my tongue.”

You jolted at his words as your breath hitched in your throat. Even as you spoke, all you could think about was how wonderfully close his hand was to your crotch. “Very well.”

He cupped your cheek with his free hand and brought your face away from his neck, and as soon as your eyes had locked with his, he pulled you into a hungry kiss, during which your eyes fluttered shut. You placed one hand on his shoulder and one on his thigh, trying to get some support as you replied to his kiss with just as much hunger.

It didn’t take you too long to decide that sitting next to him wasn’t enough, and soon you were climbing to Seungcheol’s lap, your fingers tangled in his hair as you desperately deepened the kiss, your hips rocking against his on their own accord. His hands were starting to slide into your pants, and it wasn’t until his fingers began tracing the crotch part of your panties that you forced yourself to detach your lips from his.

“Let’s go,” you breathed, letting out a quiet sigh when Seungcheol gave you a slow stroke with one of his fingers. His lips curved into a grin when he felt the thin fabric of your panties get a bit damp.

“Hold onto me,” he murmured and gave you a quick kiss before placing his hands snugly on your ass and standing up. You obliged readily, your ankles hooking behind Seungcheol’s lower back as soon as he stood up, your arms already around his neck.

He carried you to the bathroom of your suite, just as luxurious as everything else in the hotel. It was rather roomy, decorated with white and beige as the main colors, and the bath tub  was one that you had fallen in love with at first sight. 

The tub, too, was quite big, and very comfortable in other ways, too. The ends weren’t too upright and the edges were smooth; all in all perfect for relaxation, whether it was just soaking in the tub or doing what you were about to.

Seungcheol halted his steps when he had reached the bath tub, and before letting you down, he hummed and leaned in for a kiss. You smiled against his lips and began uncrossing your ankles, ready to get down. Once your feet were steadily on the smooth tile floor of the bathroom, Seungcheol turned to the bath tub, put the plug on and turned on the water while you undressed.

You had just pulled your shirt over your head when you felt Seungcheol’s hands on your hips and his lips pressing to your shoulder. “Get comfortable in the tub, baby.”

A playful smile spread to your lips at his words, and you turned your head a bit towards him. “Gladly.”

Tossing your shirt to the floor - you knew you wouldn’t use it until you had washed it back home anyway - you turned to face Seungcheol and wrapped your arms around his neck loosely. He rubbed his thumbs gently into your hip bones, grinning at you. “What?”

You shook your head with a smile still on your face, and leaned in to give him a quick peck on his cheek. “Nothing. Mushy stuff.”

Seungcheol snorted and gave you a kiss on your forehead. “You gotta open that up later.”

With a nod, you unwrapped your arms and, having already taken off the rest of your clothes, got settled in the tub while waiting for it to be full enough. While doing that, you had your head turned to Seungcheol, and you excitedly watched him undress. No matter how many times you had seen him undress, it always felt like foreplay of a kind; there was something very arousing to see his toned body be exposed little by little, especially when you knew you were about to have fun.

And well, some of that might’ve been because because Seungcheol knew you loved watching him, and that was why he always put on a subtle show. Not that you minded.

When he was naked, he turned to you with a lopsided grin, biting his lip a little. “That’s enough water, don’t you think?”

You looked down to see the water level, and knowing he’d get into the tub as well, you nodded. After all, you didn’t want the water to overflow - more than it would when he ate you out, anyhow.

Seungcheol got into the tub on his knees, facing you, and ran his hands up and down your legs in the water. “Are you ready?”

Letting out a content sigh when his hands reached high on your legs, you nodded. “When am I not?”

He sat fully down, crossing his legs a little, and began lifting your legs. You moved a bit higher on your end of the tub - it was good that it was as gentle as it was - and let out a yelp accompanied by a giggle when Seungcheol got your legs over his shoulders in one swift movement, chuckling afterwards.

You placed your arms on the edges of the tub and looked at Seungcheol’s hooded yet playful eyes, peeking at you from between your legs. And just like that, with his eyes locked with yours, he gave you the first, slow lick with the tip of his tongue that made you sigh in satisfaction already.

“Relax,” Seungcheol said lowly, and you hummed as you closed your eyes and tried to relax, as difficult as it was with his plump lips pressed to your pussy that was gradually starting to show signs of arousal.

He kissed your lower lips and moved up to your clit, which he spent a good while pressing gentle yet utterly amazing kisses to, each one making tingles travel up your spine. Quiet sounds left your lips, whether they were hums, sighs or almost whimpers, as you let Seungcheol do his magic.

He brought his tongue out slowly and began giving you licks, the first few ones teasing and kittenish, but it didn’t take long for him to move on to slightly longer ones that always lingered a bit longer on your clit.

“Seungcheol,” you whimpered when he took your clit lightly between his lips, only to let it go and do it again, and tightened your legs on the sides of his head a little. He chuckled and moved his hands to your breasts, squeezing them.

“I love the way my name sounds on your lips,” Seungcheol murmured, teasing your erect nipples while swirling his tongue around your clit. You whined and bit down on the inside of your lower lip, your hands starting to grip the edges of the tub rather tightly. He noticed every little reaction of yours, and each one of them turned him on. “Do you like it when I do… this?”

Right after emphasizing the last word, Seungcheol began poking your clit with his tongue so fast that it almost felt like you had a vibrator pressed against it, which was more than enough to have your back arching and a moan ripping from your throat. 

Yes,” you whined, your hips bucking against Seungcheol’s face. He grinned into you and returned to just running his tongue around your pussy, up and down as well as sideways, circling your clit as well as rubbing it. 

Seungcheol always got really into oral, so it wasn’t that surprising when you not only felt his mouth get more desperate, but also started hearing him moan quietly into you and the water splash as he was unable to keep his body still. His hands had moved from your breasts to your hips, and he was trying to pull you closer, but in vain.

But oh, how it turned you on to know that Seungcheol enjoyed eating you out that much.

With him getting that desperate, it felt like he was everywhere, and only in a good way. By then you were already soaked, swollen to the point of being extremely sensitive to everything Seungcheol was doing, and it all only made it so much better. 

Your breathing started getting more labored, your legs shakier on his shoulders and your hips more restless by his mouth, and moans started slipping through your beautifully parted lips more frequently as your orgasm approached you. Seungcheol took note of everything, and every small detail of yours added to his arousal.

Your face was contorted in pleasure, your lips were absolutely gorgeous in his eyes, you tasted absolutely fantastic, and knowing you were that close to coming only drove him further.

“I-I’m going to cum,” you whimpered, your hands balling into fists on the bath tub’s edges and your toes curling. Seungcheol hummed into you and continued eating you out, his tongue rubbing your clit in the best ways possible until you were letting out high-pitched, satisfied moans and quiet whimpers of his name as you came.

Seungcheol continued running his tongue up and down your wet slit throughout your orgasm, lapping away at your release that leaked out. You let out content sighs as you slowly began letting your back slide down the wall of the bath tub, and it didn’t take long for Seungcheol to gently let your legs down from his shoulders and lick the area around his mouth clean.

“That was fucking fantastic,” you said, slightly out of breath, and giggled quietly when Seungcheol pulled you to sit on his crossed legs. 

He smiled widely and hugged you, looking up at you with affectionate eyes. His dimples made you feel as giddy as they always did, and you found yourself poking them gently with your forefingers, which made Seungcheol laugh out loud.

“I knew it was a great idea,” he said a bit smugly and gave you a long kiss, into which you smiled.

It was impossible to ignore what was poking your crotch, though. You grinned against Seungcheol’s lips. “Is it my turn to take care of you?”

His voice was amused yet playful. "If you could, I wouldn’t mind.”


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Omegle - All Boys *

Really cringey first attempt at a smut so beware. This was also posted really early on. Probably a year ago at the minimum. My writing has improved. Also the summary makes me cringe but what can you do?

Summary: Y/n goes on Omegle to waste time. She’s met with lots of things but she comes across a black screen aka Michael Clifford and friends. They start talking and the boys have some… needs to attend to.

Today is a lazy day for me. I’ve done nothing productive all day. I’ve sat back, with my laptop in front of me, and I’ve been on mindless games all day. While I was playing happy wheels, an ad popped up. ‘Omegle, meet new people, new friends, and just strangers with common interests for free!’ Well, I’ve got nothing better to do this fine Saturday. I know, it’s Saturday and I’ve got nothing to do, I’m a loner. I don’t give a fuck. I clicked on the ad for Omegle and a new screen popped up. It brought me to omegle..com. There was a box in the center of the screen that said interests, obviously, I typed in 5 seconds of summer because, they are life.

     I clicked on video to start off because the whole point is to meet new people. It started loading and the first person I saw wasn’t a person, it was a dick. I made a disgusted face. People can be so rude online. Like, what if there were children on this site. Just some kids who liked 5 seconds of summer. They would be accustomed to nudity. Oh well, what can you do, the whole generation knows about things they shouldn’t. I clicked on skip and next popped a girl. She seemed to be about 15, that’s about four years younger than me. I’m 19 if you can’t do simple math. Sorry, that was rude. The girl smiled at me, and then she skipped me. “Well ok then.” I mumbled as the next person came on. It wasn’t really a person, all I could see was a black screen.

Stranger is typing… the screen said. Ok, so it is a real person I’m talking to.

Hi. Asl? the stranger said. (Stranger will be in italics)

Hi. And wtf does that mean.

Stranger is typing… it means age, sex, location.

Oh, well I’m 19 I live in Australia and kinky;) jk I’m a girl, and not that kinky.

Stranger is typing… Ooo you’re funny, I’m Michael, boy obviously, and 21 in Australia. You know you don’t have to type right? I can hear you.

I looked down embarrassed. “Oh, I didn’t know that. Sorry Michael. Also are you going to talk too?” I asked. Stranger is typing… No I’m not going to, I don’t like speaking because of my voice. “Oh, well that’s ok. I was just curious. So I love your name by the way. Michael Clifford is the best ever!” I exclaimed as I smiled brightly to the camera.

Stranger is typing… I love Michael Clifford, in the best way possible, like, he’s a great guy. Well, seems like it.

I smiled at the camera. “You understand! Finally somebody. Everyone else is like, ‘why waste your time on someone who doesn’t even know you’ and I’m like, ‘why waste you time breathing when your going to die anyway?’ They obviously have serious issues.” I giggled.

Michael Clifford’s P.O.V


 I’m talking to this Y/n girl and she’s really interesting. She’s hilarious that’s for sure. All of the boys are here sitting in the hotel room around the laptop. We’re just watching this girl without her knowing about us. All she knows is that Michael is a guy from Australia. The boys and I laughed at the last thing she said. We have our sound turned off so she can’t hear us. Our video is off to so she can’t see us either. “Hold on. I’ll be right back. I’m going to get food.” She was about to get out of her chair but she sat back down. “Please don’t leave, it’s really nice talking to you and not seeing little dicks everywhere.” She pleaded with a serious face until she giggled. Luke started typing. We’ve decided to each type whenever we want.

Ok, I won’t skip you. Just hurry before I get bored.

She read over the message and smirked. “Oh, am I that fun and entertaining to you?” She chuckled. “Ok well, don’t be too bored I’ve just got to warm up some pizza. Mmm, supreme pizza with everything on it.” She smiled and sighed. “Be right back Michael.” She got out of her chair and revealed her tiny booty shorts. “Holy fuck.” I cursed under my breath. “Shit guys. She’s hot.” Ashton sighed. Calum and Luke nodded their heads in agreement. She came back with three slices of supreme mouthwatering pizza on a plate in her hands. She smiled at us. “I’m back and I see you didn’t go anywhere. Unless I’m talking to myself.” She looked at the screen skeptically. “Well, it isn’t like I don’t talk to myself.” She muttered. I took the typing.

That’s cute. How often do you talk to yourself?

She read the message and a light pink dusted her cheeks. “Not that much.” She mumbled in embarrassment.

“Ok, so Michael,” she got up and made a weird face. “This fucking wedgie. I hate it. It’s like a thick thong and it’s uncomfortable. I’m going to change my pants hold on a minute.” She walked to the side but there was a mirror where the camera was pointed so we could still see her. “Oh shit guys.” Luke swore, “she’s going to be undressing in front of the camera.” As she searched through her drawers with the wedgie still prominent, we could see her ass just hanging out. Luke started rubbing himself through his jeans. I looked over at him, “Really mate?” I asked, he didn’t respond, but looked back towards Y/n. She grabbed another pair of shorts, just a bit longer than the ones she’s wearing now. She took her pants off and showed her black lace underwear. “Shit man.” Calum swore as he started palming himself too. Next thing I know we’re all going at it jerking off to the thought of Y/n undressing. Loud moans were filling the hotel room and soon we all came. “Holy fucking hell Michael. I couldn’t even find a decent pair of shorts. The ones I tried on were too wedgie prone so I went with my leggings.” She smiled and lifted her leg to show plain black leggings.

“So what’s going on? Hopefully I haven’t bored you out too much.“ Ashton grabbed the laptop and started typing.

Not at all princess, it was totally fine.

“Dude, seriously? Princess? You stupid.” Calum argued. She read it over and a pink blush was prominent. “Glad I didn’t bore you too much. Um, is there anyway I’d be able to see what you look like? Just so I know I’m not talking to a fifty year old pedophile.” She asked cautiously. I looked towards the guys.

Sure thing, but we’ve got to go in about half an hour so could we have your number to stay in contact?

The boys yelled at me when I pressed send. “Michael! You said we! As in more than one!” Ashton argued. She looked at the screen unsure. “Um ok.” She typed in her number. I texted her immediately. I said, 'This is Michael from Omegle. Hi.’ She looked at her phone and laughed. “Hi Michael. So I was wondering if I could see you guys now. I mean, there is more than just you right?” She asked.

Yeah, my three friends are here too. Hold on let me put the camera and audio on.

She smiled and squealed. “Oh, I’m so excited to see what you look like. What all of you look like.” I sighed and looked towards the boys who nodded there heads. First I put on the audio. “Hi Y/n.” I said as I put on the camera so we all could be seen. She stopped smiling and her face paled. “You’ve got to be fucking joking with me.” She mumbled. “I am not speaking to 5 seconds of summer. I am not.” They boys and I chuckled. “No babe, it’s really us.” Calum said smoothly. “Well,” she sighed, “its better than a fifty year old pedo.” We started laughing a bit.

“You’re really funny Y/n you know that right?” Luke asked her. She blushed again. “Thank you.” She whispered in a quiet voice. She’s literally so cute. She got up, “I’ll be right back ok? I’ve got to put my dirty dish away. It’ll take about a minute cause I’ve got to go downstairs.” She rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. Her butt swayed every time she took a step. Ashton groaned and went to lay down on his back. “What the hell man? She’s so gorgeous.” Ashton sighed. “We’ve got audio on now.” I whispered. “Yeah but she went down stairs. She’ll never know.” He said as soon as she walked in. “Never know what?” She asked. Luke made the 'oh shit’ face. “Never know that you’re really hot.” He said with a small blush.

     Y/n blushed as well, “Oh. Thanks again. For complimenting me that is.” She said awkwardly. Calum yawned and I looked over at the time. It was about midnight here and we’ve got a show tomorrow. “Y/n, we’ve got to go, it’s midnight and we’ve got a show tomorrow. I’ve got your number so we’ll call. I’ll give the others your number too ok?” I asked her. She nodded her head. “Yeah,” she smiled, “I’d like to talk some more later. I guess I’ll be going to, I feel like doing absolutely nothing for the rest of my day.” She said looking out into space. “Ok, we’ll talk to you later Y/n, goodnight.” I said. “Night Y/n!” The boys screeched. She giggled. “Goodnight you guys, sleep tight.” She blew a kiss and smiled with her tongue out and a wink, then left the page.

I shut the laptop and sighed. “That was one hell of a night you guys.” Ashton said as he walked over to his bed and got under the covers. “But yeah, goodnight.” We all got under our covers and went to sleep. “Goodnight.”

Lucky Goals

Word Count: 1723

Player: Carter Hart (Everret Silvertips/Philadelphia Flyers)

Warning/s: wjc loss mention

Originally posted by kevinhayes

“Wait. What if he doesn’t want to see me? I’m not family-”, you whispered hurriedly while Mrs. Strome was steering you to the locker room door. 

Most of the families were already inside and the rest entered, searching for their boys to be there for them and cheer them up. If cheering them up was possible. Not a minute after they lost most of them started crying and you couldn’t think of a different way to react. All of them were disappointed for sure. They had fought so hard to reach the gold medal, falling short to USA hockey so close to their goal.

But it wasn’t their fault. They played with their heart out there.
Shootout goals? More like luck goals.
But you knew that Carter would think about that differently, now that he was the one who tried to stop Troy Terry.

“Sweetheart trust me, he’ll want to see you now.”, Mrs. Strome assured you, finally pushing you through the door. 

You walked into the locker room quietly, watching the Stromes disappear to where you could see Dylan. The locker room was packed with the boys and the people they loved. Some of them had calmed down but a lot of them were still sitting in their stalls, crying or with a blank expression. The rest was scattered all around, talking to their friends or pacing in frustration.

From previous games, you knew that Carter’s stall was right next to the door, so the goaltender didn’t have to walk that far with the knee pads. And Carter was there. Like the other guys, he had taken off his gear and skates. Instead, he was wearing a simple shirt and shorts, hair still wet from the quick shower.
Carter’s gear was on the floor in front him, and he himself was slumped down. He was leaning onto his knees, hiding his face in his hands.

You caught the eyes of Connor Ingram, who was sitting right next to him. All you did was gave him a sad smile, not sure what to say. Connor just nodded at you and slid across the bench so he was almost in another stall. You needed a moment to get what he was doing before you realized it. Connor was giving you space so you could sit next to Carter!

Carter didn’t notice you at all when you sat down next to him. He only looked up when you scooted closer to him and rested one of your hands on his thigh. Making eye contact for a split second, you noticed the hurt look on his face. He was sad and angry, but mostly sad. 

You wanted to give him as much space as possible. Just in case he wanted to be alone, contrary to Mrs. Stromes beliefs. But the space he needed didn’t seem to be much since Carter broke eye contact quickly to hide his face in the crook of your neck.

In the year that you had known him, this was the most broken down that he had ever been. You felt bad for him, bad for Canada. Seeing him like this broke your heart. You wanted to be there for him, give him some comfort. That was your duty as his best friend and since you had come because his parents couldn’t. So you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close. That was all that you could do at the moment.

Carter didn’t cry. In fact, he didn’t move either, just blocking everything out.

“Everyone is so proud of you”, you mumbled into his hair, causing him to press further into your neck.

Making awkward eye contact with Dylan over Carter’s shoulder he shot you a half-hearted wink, obviously concerned about his goalie. You tried to tell him you’re sorry without actually moving, but Dylan seemed to get it.

Carter didn’t move or didn’t say anything. He just stayed there in your embrace for as long as possible, until the family members began to file out of the locker room, so the boys could suit up and do their post game interviews.
Which was cruel. The boys just lost, why drag them in front of the cameras to say that, when there was a whole day for press coming up?

“I have to go.”, you muttered as Mrs. Strome motioned to the door.

“I’ll be at the hotel if you need anything. Just let me know. I’m really proud of you.”

You gave him a light kiss on the top of his head before you stood up, Carter glanced at you with sadness and guilt all over his face. He had planned the whole evening so different. You tried to give him an assuring smile and pressed his arm gently before you followed Mrs. Strome out of the room.

“See. I told you.”, she whispered, showing you the right way out of the arena.


You drove to the hotel where you showered, dried your hair and changed into your sleeping clothes. But you couldn’t sleep. Thoughts about Team Canada bugging you, making you sad. So you started packing your stuff into the suitcase you had come with, to take away some of the work that was waiting for you the next day.
That was when your phone vibrated.

Carter: Come over

To Carter: Sure. Imma changes out of PJs and come. Be there in five.

Carter: Don’t change. Just come over

You frowned but put your phone into the pocket of a sweatshirt that you pulled on. Your pj’s consisted of a shirt with the word nap on it and comfortable shorts. You wouldn’t count those to the kind of clothes you wanted to be seen in. But after carefully looking around, you made it to the elevator and to the player’s floor without getting seen. 

The only one that you ran across was Barzal, but he was too distracted to actually realize what you were wearing. You just exchanged a nod as you went up to Carter’s room and knocked softly.
The door jumped open a few seconds after, only a little gap. You pushed it open and closed it behind you, eyes getting used to the dark room.
Carter was sitting on the bed, still in his suit and he was staring at his hands. You sat down next to him, right next to the headboard.

“It’s my fault.”, he blurted out.

“It’s not. You own all of Canada’s asses. You did the best you could.”

“It wasn’t good enough.”

“It was, Carter. But shootout goals are lucky goals. Troy Terry got lucky, you had nothing to do with it.”, you insisted. 

He didn’t reply, so you tried to make him feel better differently. Sliding his suit jacket off his shoulders you carefully got his arms out of it and hung it over a chair. He had already gotten rid of his shoes, and he was watching you absentmindedly as you opened his tie and put it on the suit jacket. 

“Let’s get you into more comfortable clothes.”, you tried to animate him, starting to open his shirt. You pulled it off and put it to the rest of the clothes, turning to the closet.

“Come on. Where do you stash your comfortable shirts?”

“Bottom shelf.”, he muttered quietly.

You opened his closet to find what you were looking for. You picked out the shirt that looked the most comfortable. Turning back around to see that Carter was following your lead and he had rid gotten off his socks and pants, leaving him only in his boxers. He pulled on the shirt that you gave him as you went back to the space next to the headboard.

Carter’s gaze dropped back down to his hands when he felt your eyes on him.

“It was still my job to make the save. I failed everyone.”, he breathed.

And when he looked up you could see tears shining in your best friends eyes, revealing how close he was to crying.

“Oh Carter.”, you whispered as you both went in for a hug. You fell back with your back against the headboards, as Carter rested his face on your shoulder, sobs going through his body violently. He was trembling and crying and it took him a while to let it all out.


When Carter was done crying he just remained in his spot, with your arms around him. He had his own arms wrapped around your waist as he was looking for comfort.

“You know that every guy on the team probably blames themselves? Dylan will blame himself. You do. Barzal, Chabot. All of these guys will blame themselves. You know why? Not because it’s their fault, but because they know that the fault isn’t with their teammates. They just can’t accept that there’s no one to blame for this. Not Stromer. And certainly not you.”, you whispered into his ear, hands driving through his hair. You played with a few streaks of it, calming Carter down.

Carter didn’t reply, he just listened. He needed to hear all of this. He needed to hear that it wasn’t his fault because otherwise, he might not believe it.

“You gave it your all out there, everyone saw it. And everyone is so proud of you. Your parents are for sure, even though they couldn’t be here, your teammates, your friends. You didn’t fail. You’re not a failure. You’re an astonishing goalie and while it might seem like the end of the world now, you’ll have a great future in the NHL.”

The silence that followed your words was comfortable. Carter was still upset, but he was exhausted too. Your hand in his hair got him to relax, making it hard to keep his eyes open after some time.

“You’re falling asleep. I should probably go back to my room now.”, you murmured at the boy who was basically lying on top of you.

“No. Stay.”, he insisted. 

“Ok.”, you breathed as a reply, using your other hand to paint little circles on his back, ignoring your pounding heart.

Jar Of Hearts

Summary: Jensen and Y/N had a love that happens once in a lifetime, until it slipped through their fingers. Years later, he has moved on, but deep in his heart she will always be the one he dreams of. Y/N returns with a secret he’ll never know.

Characters: Jensen, Reader (Y/N)

Word Count: 2935

Warnings: ANGST, fluff, romance, sadness, guilt, pain, regret, tears…. I could go on.

A/N: originally written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s Anti-Valentine’s challenge, but got hopelessly delayed. Based on Christina Perri song by the same title. Lyrics are bolded, flashbacks/back story are italicized. Beta’d by the lovely @eyes-of-a-disney-princess and @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid

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Originally posted by spn-spam


JAR OF HEARTS

You sit at the small coffee bar table all alone, fingers worrying at the cup of forgotten coffee going colder every moment, your knees are pressed tightly together below the tabletop, ankles crossed and one foot bouncing in double-time to the heartbeat you can feel at the back of your tongue. A shadow passes across your hands and you glance up to the glass door and expansive floor-to-ceiling windows. Hipsters in their chill wide cropped pants scoff at the new professionals in knockoff Stella McCartney. Still, every one of them has a phone pasted to their cheeks. Sun spots like camera flares from adjoining windows draw the straggling hopefuls in to see and be seen. Everyone chooses their part to perform. Great. This makes it easy to get lost in the slew of fake laughter and too-wide eyes.

‘This is pointless. Why did I even bother? What do I hope to accomplish?’ you whisper to yourself as your eyes range over the table top and the usual spotty utensils strangled in a paper napkin next to your elbow. A presence stops next to the chair opposite you. Without raising your head, you take your  hands from the cup and curl your fingers into fragile fists, eyes clenched shut in a silent prayer for mercy. With the contained effort of purpose, you lay your trembling palms flat on the surface in front of your cup. Only then do you open your eyes and turn your face up. To him. That one special “him”.

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I Will Be [Ravus/Reader] Finale

Originally posted by eternal-nox

The long awaited final part to I Will Be. Playing through Chapter 13.2 of the new update was harrowing, by the way. I can’t believe they made me watch Ravus die. :( I want to cry, but I’m incapable of tears as of this moment. Too much sadness in FFXV, too many people need hugs. I wanted to keep this final part light hearted, but I fail in light hearted writing when it comes to tragic characters.

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Well, Since You Begged (Sami Zayn) - the reader suffers from an injury and her best friend Sami cares for her. Afterwards, Sami mentions feelings he has, leading up to some domineering Sami plowing her into next week

let me know what you think, y'all. also, i have tons of free time now, so i’m going to start taking requests. enjoy the read, hoes. it’s a long one, buckle up for the ride

WARNINGS: smut, language, spanking! 

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Jeff Hardy; Bar Games

A/N: This took SO LONG and I’m super sorry! I just recently got adopted by a baby squirrel and I’ve been taking care of him, making sure he’s okay. I named him Buckwheat! He’s adorbs. This was requested by @ittybittywriter. Also, can anyone tell me how to do the “read more” html on the app for the phone? I don’t own a laptop/computer

A/N Part 2, Heart Complications update: I’m working on Part 3 as we speak and BE WARNED, IT’S GOING TO GET VERY DARK. There’s going to be a few jealous men, some stalking, slight abuse, harassment. It’s going to get dark, so I figured I’d warn you first off before I post it.

TAGS: @neeadinghugs @deseraysmiththings @panic-angel3314 @ambrosegirlforever @queen-twerks-a-lot

Word Count: 2,585

Style: Reader x Jeff Hardy

Triggers: Alcohol?

Type: Smutty, Fluffy.

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You’ve been friends for years, but what happens when Jeff talks you into a night at the bar?

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Originally posted by youtappedout

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun to go out. You know, something you don’t know how to do?”

Jeff was right. You didn’t know how to go out. Hell, you barely knew how to get out of your pajama pants into jeans half the time. You were always a shy person, even after four years of being best friends with the youngest Hardy brother. You two had met at a house show where he managed to botch a move, throwing himself over the barricade into your lap. The accident started a beautiful friendship.

You look down at your half assed attire. Black skinny jeans and a normal purple cotton shirt. You roll your eyes and sigh.

Fine, you win. I’ll have to.. dig something nice looking out of my bag”.

You can hear Jeffs smile pulling from ear to ear.

“I’ll meet you at the club after the show. I’ll text you which one we decide one. See you there?”

“Well obviously, you already talked me into going out. See ya later”. You hang up with him, turning around to face the big balcony window.

You grab your duffle and rush over to the edge of the hotel bed. You begin shuffling through your duffle bags, hoping to find a miracle you threw into you bag when your packed it, half asleep, before you took this trip with him.

Throughout the years, Jeff always tried to get out into the scene, getting you out of your comfort zone of staying in your hotel room. It never worked, no matter how many times he begged you to go throw beers back. Finally, you feel the familiar, soft touch of silk. Your miracle in a duffle bag. The dress you bought before the tour. It has a low plunging neckline with a strap halter and a slit from on the right hip from the waist to the middle thigh where the dress stops. It’s a beautiful light green, which contrasts perfectly against your skin. You lay it on the bed and check the time on your phone. 9:49.

Good you think. Enough time to get ready. You waltz over to the desk, which has a giant vanity mirror on it. Grabbing the makeup bag you managed to find before leaving home, you begin putting on a little mascara and foundation, to make yourself look like you’re not tired. Your phone buzzes.

Jeff: Hey, we’re going to The Underground. Meet us there around 10:30?

You put your bottle of foundation down, picking up the phone to start typing.

You: Yeah, I’ll be there. I’ll maps it to find it.

Your phone buzzes a minute later.

Jeff: ♡

The phone reads 10:14. You didn’t realize how long you took on your appearance for something you’re not even going to enjoy. You also zoned out the fact that you put on eyeshadow. You get up and walk to the bed, sliding the pajama pants off your body to the floor. You pull your shirt up off your torso and glide yourself into this silky, beautiful dress.

Next is the worst part. High heels. You grimace at the black spiked heels, knowing you’re not the best walking around in them.

“Fake it ‘til you make it, I guess”, you mumble as you pull the heels over your delicately soft feet. You spray a bit of perfume on and off you go out into the dark streets of Chicago. Your hands clenched into your smartphone, following maps down blocks of city sidewalks. A text pops up on your phone.

Jeff: Where are you? You’re late! :P

You smile softly at the semi-worried, semi-joking text as you hit the reply button.

You: Do you know how long it takes for me to look good?

You take a left, finding a brightly lit street of neon signs and loud human activity.

Jeff: Not very long. Getting the balls to come out? Probably about 3 ½ hours of crying and telling yourself you can “do this”. :D

You walk down the street, multiple men and women turn their heads to look at you as you strut passed them.

You: Eat me, Jeff.

Jeff: ;)

Ahhh, The Underground. Finally finding the building as you quickly glance up to read the signs. You turn your phones screen off and push the door open to the night club. Instantly looking for your little party of Jeff and the gang. Multiple heads turn as your legs stride with your walk, checking you out from every angle.

Deans sitting with Jeff, along the likes of Alexa, Renee Young, and Seth. They’re around a little round table, pounding back shots of mid shelf tequila. The burn of the smooth alcohol twists everyones faces into indistinguishable looks of approval. Seths head comes back down, his eyes landing on you. Almost instantly he starts elbowing Jeff. Finally, he looks your way. He takes his swallow of alcohol in surprise before his mouth lays open, the sight of you sending his heart racing. He sways over to you, his tight blue jeans hugging his hips almost too perfectly.

“We started without ya”, ha places his hands on your bare shoulder, “buuutttt, we saved your shots”, his smile beams through the dark lighting of the venue, “you’re three behind”.

He takes your hand and walks with you over to the table, fully noticing that Seth can’t even say a word to you, let alone look at you.

Jeff chuckles, “Cat got your tongue?”

Seth shakes his head, “nah, (Y/N) does”. Bayley smacks him in the arm before laughing.

You take your first shot and instantly wince. Tequila. You wish someone would have told you, so you could have licked some salt. The burn trails down your throat. Before you know it, you’re six shots in, thirty minutes past midnight, laughing at Dean and Renee attempt drunken karaoke. Jeff struts over with another round of shots. As he reaches the table, he eyes you up and down before a light pink spreads across his face. He hands you another shot.

“What was that look for”, you ask, “impure thoughts?”

A grin cracks across his face, “very impure”. He places salt in between his thumb and forefinger. You shake your head and dust it off. “I have a better idea”.

You take the salt from his hand and smile your prettiest “almost beyond drunk” smile, then lick your thumb. You rub the wet thumb on your collar bone and pour salt on it as Jeff raises an eyebrow. You bat your eyelashes, “body shot”? He grins, almost evilly, before pressing his lips to your collar bone, sliding his wet tongue across it, before taking his shot and biting into a lime.

He brings his head to your ear, “your turn”. Jeff empties off the table before jumping onto it to sit, leaning back against the wall. You look him from head to toe, then back up, as he drunkenly pulls his white shirt tshirt up to his rib cage. He then mimics you, licking his finger, rubbing it right above his belt on his hip. He pours a little bit of salt, then hands you a lime and a shot. “Go ahead, princess.”

You smirk, cocking an eyebrow at him before slowly bending your head down to his belt. You slip finger underneath the hem of his pants and tug down slightly, before licking your tongue against his hip slow, as he bites his lip watching. Your head comes back up, to take the shot of tequila. That’s when he grabs your hands and leads you out to the dance floor as a bassy, dirty, EDM song comes on.

Before you can even blink, he’s got his arms wrapped around your hips under the darkened, strobe lit, and black light paint room, as you both begin to grind on each other. Your hips touch as he slides his hand down to the cut of your dress. When did this happen? Why is my heart going a million miles a minute? Your soaked hair pulls against your skin as he again brings his hands up from your hips to your waist, watching your lower body move against his. He spins you around, so your back is placed against his chest as you both continue to sway against each other, getting completely lost in one another’s bodies. He holds your hips so they stay connected to his, the bubble of your ass firmly pressed into the crotch of his jeans, which continue to get more strained every second.

He grabs your arm and whispers “I can’t handle it anymore”. You mouth back, “handle what?”

Bad question.

Not even ten minutes later, Jeff pushes you against your hotel room door, your mouths wrestling against each other for dominance as he scrambles to find the door key. You pull on his cotton tshirt, flicking your tongue against his lips as he nearly rips the key card from the pocket of his pants, forcefully shoving it in the slide, almost breaking the door off the hinges as he swings it open, pushing you both into the room.

He pulls his shirt off without any effort, dropping it to the floor before fumbling drunkenly with his belt. You grab his hands and pull them away, before placing your own hand on his green studded belt, pulling him towards the bed. You strip yourself of the dress with your empty hand, letting it fall to the floor as you lead him to the edge of the bed, pushing him down slowly as he sits on the edge.

You climb up behind him on the bed, pressing your breasts against his back, taking your hands and rubbing them down his shoulders, to his chest, and back up before reaching up and taking his hair of the bun it’s in, allowing his hair to fall against his shoulders. He stays quiet, quickly glancing over at you as you climb back down and place yourself on your knees in front of him. You run your hands from his knees to his belt buckle, his bulge fully straining against his pants, the imprint taking you by surprise. That’s gonna be more than a mouthful.

You undo the buckle, then work on the button and zipper, as he pushes up to allow you room to tug his pants down from his waist and off his body. You look back up at him as he begins to palm himself, the pressure from your tease barely controllable. You watch him for a couple seconds, noticing the wetness forming between your legs. You take the band of his briefs and slowly pull them down, exposing the thick, hard cock in front of your eyes.

As he helps you kick them off, you lap your tongue against the tip. Jeff lays his head back as he leans himself on his elbows. You watch him bite his lip as you fully surround the head of his cock inside your mouth, again licking your tongue around it. You hear a soft moan slip from between his lips. You slide your head father down his shaft as your face comes in contact with his lower body, fully engulfing him in your hot, wet mouth. You pull back and begin to do it again as you feel him twitch inside you. He pulls your hair slowly until he’s out of you, standing you up.

“As great as that felt, that’s not how I’m getting off when I’m with you”.

He stands up and pulls your panties down to the floor, his fingers leaving trails of fire as they run back up your body, before slowly laying you down against the bed, your legs still off of the mattress. His evil grin reappears, as he takes your legs in his hands, pushing them to your sides as he takes in the view of your body. It’s almost mesmerizing to him. He aligns the tip of his still hardened cock to your slick, hot entrance, before pushing the tip inside of you. He gives you no time to adjust as he buries himself inside you directly after. The high pitched, shaky moan you let out, instantly receives a growl from him. He begins to slowly pull out a little, before snapping back in hard, keeping your legs pinned to the bed. Your fingers grip the blanket.

He pulls out again, snapping back in harder, your moan getting louder. That’s when he begins thrusting at a bruisingly fast pace, feeling every inch of him fuck you into the mattress. The bed here’s every time he repeatedly buries his cock inside you, his own moans spilling out. His eyes lock with yours as you’re moaning out swear words, you turn your head to the side, clinching your eyes shut as pleasure completely starts taking over your body.

He scratches your thighs hard, “fuck”, he moans out, breathily. Your pussy begins to clinch around him, keeping yourself from exploding, Jeff puts a hand on the bed to keep himself from collapsing from it, continuing the bruising pace on you. The sweat soaks his hair, as he grinds his cock in you, your expletives getting louder against the blanket as your orgasm begins to take control of you. He knows what’s coming, and it’s you.

His devil grin forms against his lips as his thumb presses against your clit, tempting you to explode.

“You want to so bad, don’t you”, his words like fire from a dragons mouth, only pushing you closer, “my little (Y/N) wants to come, huh”?

Your head nods fast, biting your lip.

“Just how long have you wanted me to do this to you?”

Your head turns to him as your lust filled eyes sends him directly over the edge into his own orgasm.

Mmmmfuck, (Y/N)”, he slowly rubs your clit in circles, allowing the coil to burst inside you, pulsing against his cock, before he agonizingly slowly pulls himself out of you, catching his breath. With the little bit of energy he has left, he picks you up bridal style and lays you under the blankets, wrapping your sweat soaked body against his own, placing fiery hot kisses along your shoulder and neck before you both drift off to sleep.

The next morning you wake up, and Jeff is already awake. He’s kept you close to him as you slept, watching your chest rise and fall as you breathe.

“We need to talk”, he mumbles.

Your heart starts racing with anxiety. Those four words only almost always means bad things are coming.

“Mmh, okay, what’s up”?, you rub your eyes, taking a moment.

“What happened last night…”, he pauses, your blood runs cold, “…I want that to keep happening”.

“…Jeff what?”

“I want that, between us, to keep happening”.

You look up at him, “can I ask a reason why”? His face turns red as he looks away from you. “(Y/N), I love you.”

The breath from your lungs escapes your mouth as you stare up at this messy haired, beautiful man. He looks away again, “I just know last night you were very drunk and I know you’d never have feelings for someone li-“

You instantly cut him off by placing your lips against his.

“Jeff, I love you too. I have since I met you”. Jeffs beautiful green eyes light up like neon signs, gripping you tight in his arms.

“You’re my forever, (Y/N)”.

Elorcan Werewolf AU Part 3

Summary: Frankly, this is just a filler, but full of info. Elide’s gone and Lorcan’s a whipped bitch, so what can a male do?

“Everything I’ve ever let go

has claw marks on it”

Elorcan Werewolf 3

Elide hated that she loved how Lorcan fit against her chest. His entire body was a furnace, warming not just her body in this night cold, but her heart as her mate. His muscular arms and broad shoulders engulfed her small frame, wrapping around her. Never had she felt so safe and content.

She wondered how many other females he had comforted.

Lorcan noticed her abrupt stiffness. “Mate,” he growled. “Mine.”

Elide slowly inched away him as far as she could in the seat. “You damaged the car.”

He pulled her towards his chest, growling softly. “You ran away from me, little mate.”

Little, her ass. If anything, he had felt so little he had to fuck half of the she-wolf population so his cock wouldn’t feel so little.

Rather than risk capital punishment, she settled for slapping his hard arm, which did more damage to her knuckle. “Maybe because someone was going to whip me again?”

The male’s eyes turned pitch dark at again. “Who hurt you.” A command.

Her attempts to push him off her lap failed. His hulking size covered half her seat and the emergency brake. Clearly he had done more damaging in his life than healing.

He let out a low, guttural noise, a sound that resounded to her very core.

“Who touched you.”

When Elide remained silent, his claws slid out, slashing against the seats. She swallowed. Hopefully Aelin wouldn’t be too pissed. She wouldn’t mind if her Alpha set this male in front of her on fire. Her pyro tendencies earned her the pack name right from the start.

Elide started up at the male that shadowed her. She felt zero attraction other than the desire to reject him. This male had no more claim on her than any other dirty one. If he had truly treasured the mate bond, then he would have never laid a hand on any other female.

But here she was, looking straight into the dark eyes of the Lycan who had laid with half of the she-wolf population.

Disgust rippled through her.

Lorcan took it the wrong way, and let out a fearsome roar. “Who hurt you.” His actions caused the entire car to, goddess forbid, shake. Elide let out a whimper as he gripped the glove box with unnecessary force, leaving an indent.

He must have realized the Elide was shaking with fear because he immediately fell silent. Slowly, he reached out to touch her cheek. Her traitorous hands reached up and cupped his palm.

A purring noise erupted from Lorcan’s throat. Stars above, she was barely touching him. Had not one of his past lovers ever shown him affection?

Lorcan’s eyes dropped as she stroked his hand.

“Elide,” he murmured.

That was the last straw for Elide. How many other female’s names had he cooed and how many other females had he seduced that was not her, his mate?

She ripped Lorcan’s hand away from her, and yanked the gear violently on drive. She ignored Lorcan’s bark of protest as she slammed on the pedal as hard as her tiny body could manage, and jerked the wheel to the left, watching in satisfaction as Lorcan’s body flew out the hole where the door would have been.

Serves him right for tearing apart the door. From a rutting camaro.

Elide didn’t look back and she pushed the car to its limits. It was time for plan B. Flipping open the sunglasses container, she pressed her thumb against a button along the rim. After a beep, a second set of controls appeared on her right.

Without a blink, she slammed her palm on the red button. A vapor mask instantly dropped from the ceiling, and Elide quickly tied it around her face. Seconds later, smoke of wolfs-bane flooded from the car and erupted in the surrounding air.

A howl of pain and longing pierced the air as the car speed away, and a piece of Elide ripped away as she felt Lorcan losing distance on her.


She didn’t blame the horrified glances directed her way as she pulled up the to hotel. She chose the most the most run-down looking one as so much to not rouse suspicion, but humans were curious things.

The valet worker stuttered out his greetings as Elide parked the now three-door car into an empty slot. She ripped the mask off her face and dropped it into a trash bin. He quickly opened the door for her as she stalked in towards the front.

“No luggage, miss?” the clerk said, eyeing her almost suspiciously.

The only baggage I’m carrying is my mate, she thought bitterly to herself. 

Elide merely shook her head. “A room just for one night, is all.”

The clerk nervously entered the information into the computer. “I’m guessing you’re paying with cash.”

She pulled out the wad of bills she found stuffed from the glove container. The clerk’s eyes widened to saucers. 

Great, she felt like an assassin completing her assignment, rewarded with none other than hard cash. She almost felt compelled to add to the clerk that she had about two knives shoved down each boot and that Aelin’s ruined camara itself was a weapon with a nuke in the trunk. Aelin never did anything by halves, and Elide supposed it had its perks. 

The clerk eyed her grimy hands, and chipped nails. She wondered if he’d call the police for murder.

Well, you did just about reject our mate, running from him, her wolf scolded her. That’s as good as killing him.

Elide almost puked. Her wolf had long been absent ever since Vernon had chained her up.

He lost us as soon as he laid with the first female, Elide said firmly.

Her wolf had nothing to say after that.

The clerk took the bills quickly, and slid the key across the counter tops. He dismissed her with a quick glance, and before Elide headed up the stairs, she gave a quick glance back.

No one was on her tail. 

She made it out. 

A flood of relief poured through her. Lorcan couldn’t bother get her now in the human city. She belonged to no one without her permission, much less a higher force determining her chance of love.

The sound of the clerk loosing a dramatic sigh caught her attention. Elide turned around, watching with little amusement as he dabbed his head with a handkerchief.

I thought she was going to kill me!” he let out a tiny wail, fanning himself.

Good riddance, Elide thought to herself as she went up the stairs. Humans were so extra.


Elide couldn’t sleep. For once, no nightmares of her Uncle Vernon plagued her, nor the memory of pain and loneliness. No一she kept expecting the searing pain in her stomach that would occur whenever a mate cheated on his other significant other.

Surprisingly, none came.

Are you rutting alive? Manon blasted down the pack link. If Lorcan touched you in any way, I’ll chop off his tiny balls and feed it to the rats.

Aelin pitched in. Lorcan is sitting on his ass in your rutting room, waiting for you to return like a pathetic gods-damned dog.

Elide frowned. Why isn’t he going back to any of his female toys?

A pause. Then一

Maybe because you’re his mate? Aelin sighed.

Manon huffed. You don’t need a mate given by the moon goddess to determine love. If the boy loved you, he would have kept his cock in his pants and waited. I don’t care if he’s almost as old as I am by eons. If you love someone, you will wait an eternity.

Elide groaned into her pillow. What about Rowan?

Stop rutting setting the walls on fire! Manon roared, and Elide stifled laughter hearing Aelin’s protest. Rowan apparently hates Aelin as much as she does he. He thinks she’s too improper to be princess but Aelin keeps throwing into his face that he has consorts, another improper act. So they’re at a stalemate.

At least Aelin is loyal in every way, Elide said firmly. Please kick Lorcan out. I don’t want to see him when I get back.

This is what we have to talk to you about, Elide. Aelin let out a nervous sound Elide felt even through the bond. I think it’s best if you finish your medicinal studies in the human realm. If you come back, Lorcan will mark you. And then you can never escape him again.

Elide yanked the blankets off the bed. Are you kicking me out of the pack? Her heart beat faster. Stupid Lorcan for ruining her life. She wanted someone to love her without doubt, and make her feel like a queen not with materialistic things, but clear actions.

And Lorcan had already ruined that.

No, no. Aelin reassured her. Once you finish your studies, still see if you want Lorcan. Once you finish your studies, come back. Then decide if you want to reject Lorcan or accept him as your mate.

Elide looked out the window where glimpses of the sun’s rays were already rising. She had a future already planned out, one with hope and one without fear. She was no longer that naive girl that trusted and would give herself over wholeheartedly without a reason. Life in the dungeons of the Morath Pack taught her that. If that was even considered life.

Realizing that she wouldn’t be getting much sleep, she walked to the bathroom and splashed water on her face. Staring at her rugged reflection in mirror, she opened the pack link.

Relay the following message to Lorcan for me.


Lorcan had reached an all-time low. His once chance at happiness did not want to love him. He hated the Alpha bitch for feeding his precious, little mate Elide with barbed words for her to hate him even more. Then his gods-damned friend Rowan had to have his mate as none-other than the entitled bitch.

He felt the sympathy the others from the cadre shot down the bond. Gavriel had empathized with Lorcan the most.

Fenrhys, however, had been absolutely delighted. You have lost your charm! She probably finds another more manly than you! You and Rowan can chew on your own wolf dicks because now no one will want to!

Rowan had tackled Fenrhys, and Lorcan had tossed him out the window. Vaughan was wisely chosen to remain silent, merely shaking his head in distaste, and then went to the kitchen to search for food. Gavriel had mended Fenrhys’ shattered elbow.

Elide’s door banged open, and his heart soared.

And then sank.

The hybrid beta stalked him, snarling at him. “I am going to rip off your balls. And it’s not going to hurt you, because you’ve had other females touch your junior.”

“Junior?” Lorcan snarled.

The half-witch paced around the bed. “You don’t deserve her. None of you rutting Lycans do. Sticking your nasty stick wherever you can find a hole.”

It took all of Lorcan’s will to not crack Elide’s headboard. The audacity of this filth—

“Lycan’s urges are different from werewolves’, mutt. We have casual fucks because our Lycan side needs to be soothed that way if we don’t have a mate. You think we have a rutting choice? You think I like touching another female other than my little mate? Seek the moon goddess if you don’t believe me. You wouldn’t know only being half-Lycan.”

Manon cocked her head. “You better hope what you’re saying is true. Even then, you’re too late.”

He breathed in Elide’s scent permeating the room, calming down the murderous rage seeping through him. His Lycan side jerked around inside of him, demanding to cut off the half-witch’s tongue and hunt down his mate. Even if it broke down every law. “Too late for what?” he snapped.

“Elide’s gone to the mortal cities.” Lorcan’s heart stalled. He could not protect his mate within human infested cities lest he break Council laws. “So if you really want her, then you’re going to have to win her love not through the bond, but through love. And I don’t know how long she’s going to be there. It’s your move now, junior.


Elide inspected the cottage. It was on the outskirts of the city, but close enough that no Lycan could trespass. The landlord had agreed for Elide to rent it out without a set date as soon as she accidentally spilled a pouch of money across the table.

The place was dimly lit with comfy looking furniture. She lit the fireplace, soaking in the warmth. Manon and Aelin had promised to keep her updated with any pack new from small to urgent. Sorscha had instructed her to seek out the Terrance Dome Hospital, where other immortal or supernatural creatures worked. If she managed to acquire a degree there, then she’d be ranked as a Healer without a doubt.

Sighing, Elide slid the couch along the floor. She’d focus on re-decorating tomorrow and have to buy some more knick-knacks to liven up the place.

A thud against the door had Elide palming a knife. She slowly crept to the door, and peeked through the door. Seeing no one there, she uncertainly opened the door. If Manon was playing a prank on her—

A bark had the knife sliding out of her hand.

Elide looked down.

Sitting on her front porch was a massive, midnight pelted dog wagging his enormous tail. A coo went through Elide’s throat before she could help it and the dog’s tongue lolled out. A thick collar wrapped around his neck, and Elide hesitantly reached out for it.

When she bent down, the brutish dog licked her palm eagerly, settling onto its hind legs. Elide turned the collar over, scratching the soft skin between his ears, reading the letters engraved onto the leather.

Lory.

{PART 3} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (ft. GOT7)

Genre: Angst

Summary: Jaebum arrives at the hospital to wait with Jackson and the other boys for news about your surgery. Will he be able to tell them where he really was?

Please note that this scenario contains mentions of road/car accidents, cheating, hospitals, surgery, blood and comas.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4}


Arriving at the hospital in record time, Jaebum sprinted his way towards the escalators – running as fast as he could to the top while managing to frighten the younger looking receptionist behind the desk, doing her daily night shift as she often did.

“My girlfriend” he gasped as he felt his lungs burn now that he stopped to catch his breath “My girlfriend (Y/N) was taken here a few hours ago and now she’s in surgery, can you tell me where she is? My friends are here waiting for her – there’s 6 of them” he said all in one go, leaning over the desk and feeling like he was about to pass out. The receptionist gave him a strange, unfamiliar look while she checked your information on her computer.

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Word Count: 6.1k+

Rating: Smut

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Overwhelming

Pairing: Jon/ Reader// Warnings: Smut, Cheesiness lol// Rating: Mature// A/N: This was requested to be a more tame smut, so if you’re not into it, I’m sorry. Also, this is the completed version. The other one that was uploaded was a complete accident.

Originally posted by j-bellion

Being on tour with Jon was probably the best decision you had made in a while. Second to being his girlfriend, although, you were always labeled as cheesy if you said so. Currently, you were off to the side part of the stage watching him perform. You felt like crying at every song, so proud of him and so thankful for everything good that came his way. Throughout the night he would sing and point to you, smile, he always made you feel noticed. You couldn’t help but have the urge to let him have his way with you right then. Let’s be real. The way he was so energetic and sweaty, and muscular. You were getting hot just thinking about it. The end of the concert was nearing as he took a final bow and ran off stage, directly towards you. “Baby that was so good!” You say, wrapping your arms around his torso, and pulling him tightly against you. He hugs you back and pulls away slightly, kissing you gently. “Only because I had you to motivate me” he says, letting go but grabbing your hand and walking out of the venue. You get onto the bus behind him and sit on the couch, mindlessly on your phone while Jon talks to his crew. The bus finally pulls into the hotel and everyone piles out, you and Jon walking slower behind. His arm is draped over your shoulders and he’s leaned into your ear to whisper. “You know, you looked so pretty on the sides, cheering for me. Wouldn’t be bad to hear you say my name again” he says, the chills immediately running up and down your spine. Truth be told, every single time you two tried to have sex, something happened. Whether it was someone walking in, one of you wasn’t in the mood, or Jon got called away, whatever could happen, did. So that meant the entire year the two of you had been dating, there wasn’t any sex. You did the normal stuff, making out, pictures, dirty talk, but were always interrupted. Hearing him say that made you want to jump his bones right there, but you contained yourself. The two of you got your keys and headed up to your room. As soon as you got inside, the kissing began. It was hot, passionate, needy. He wanted you desperately and the feeling was mutual. He lead you over to the bed and picked you up, setting you back down on it. He took off your shirt and licked his lips, clearly enjoying the sight. He took off his own shirt before dipping his head down and kissing your neck and…the door flew open. “Oh, shit sorry” It was one of Jon’s friends. “My room got double booked so I just wanted to see if I could stay here, and you must have not heard the knocks, but the door was open and..” Jon stops him. “No, it’s okay. Of course you can stay” He says. You were suddenly fuming. Of course you wanted to be a good person and help him out with this, but you also just wanted to finally have sex. You roll over and decide to go to sleep. The next morning, there was a lot of sound checks going on, which is what woke you up. You found that you were on the bus with everyone, so they must’ve moved you without you noticing. “She’s alive. We really thought you might’ve died” The same friend from last night says. You laugh and pinch yourself. “Nope, guess I’m still here” you say. The day consisted of the sound checks, a lot of food, and just a good time with good people. The evening finally rolled around and it was time for Jon to get back on stage. His openers go, and they were great. You were on the side, as usual, and Jon was finally walking out as the crowd erupted with cheers, yours included. The second show was even better than the first. Every show seemed to make him more excited and energized for next, which was truly amazing to see. About halfway through his performance, it’s as if he was enlightened in some way. He runs off stage, and runs over to his opener, sending him back on. Everyone is visibly confused, even the opener was not sure what to do. Jon runs around to where you stood and grabbed your hand, running to God knows where. “Jon, what the hell are you doing? Where are we going?“ You ask. He doesn’t respond, but instead, he leads you to his dressing room, shutting the door behind you. He pushes you against it boxing you in with his hips. He puts one hand on the door beside you and locks the door with his other. “I need you” he says, ghosting over your lips. “I can’t just get interrupted again. Now is all we have, and I just…I need to touch you” he says pushing his hands under your shirt gently, rubbing along your midsection. You pull on the Hem of his shirt, indicating for you wanting to take it off. He complies and removes his hands, letting you pull it and off. You rub your hands along his torso, quickly attaching your lips to his. He picks you up by the back of your thighs, and you wrap them around him, letting him carry you over to the couch. He lays you down gently, hovering over you before laying gentle kisses along your neck and jawline. You sit up a bit to pull off your own shirt, and throw it over to join his. You also unclasp your bra as he begins to suck and nip gently at a spot on your neck. He unbuttons and slides down his pants, never taking his eyes off of you. He helps slide down your own pants, leaving you both just in underwear. “God, you’re so beautiful, sweetheart” he says, gently running his fingers along from your chest to the Hem of your panties. The sensation made you get goosebumps and your nipples to harden. For some reason, you were nervous about this. It was almost as if he could sense this, as he used one hand to cup your cheek while using the other to slide your underwear down your body. “You okay?” He asks. You nod and bite your lip as he starts to slide his own underwear down, revealing his length. He grabs a condom and rolls it over himself, and leans back down. He rubs himself along your folds slowly, softly, before gently sliding himself in. He was admittedly the biggest you’ve ever had. Jon could tell you needed to adjust to his size, so his thrusts were more slow and steady, letting you get used to it. After a minute, you were completely adjusted and everything he was doing felt amazing. It was better than you even expected. His hands slid up to your hips and gripped them gently, his thrusts becoming a bit faster. With every thrust, he was hitting deeper, diving into the hilt. He leans back down to kiss you, making everything much more passionate. His kiss was sloppy, as his thrusts were more important to him. He moves one hand to your breast, cupping and massaging, while his other hand moves between your bodies, rubbing figure eights into your clit. You start moaning louder and he pulls away, as if he wanted to hear it. “Baby, that feels so good, don’t stop” you say, encouraging him. He finally gets his rhythm down of rubbing and thrusting at the same time, and you know you’re coming close. You start to speak, but he cuts you off. “You don’t have to say it, I know. Just wait for me” he says, continuing everything he was doing. His thrusts have become harder, faster, sloppier and you can tell he’s almost there. You couldn’t wait any longer, so you finally released, yelling profanities and moans. As soon as you’re over your high, he finishes, riding out his own orgasm. “You really couldn’t wait?” He asks, slowly sliding out. He throws the condom away as you laugh at his comment. “Shut up. Now get back out there, finish your show, and we can go for round two” you say, kissing him gently as he smiles and runs back out onto stage after he’s dressed. “I’ll hold you to that”
Double Booked

Pairing: ReaderxReid

Gender: Female

Words: 3,125 (sorry)

Warning: None really. Not super romantic tbh. Cursing like one time 

Summary: As per usual, everyone stays at a hotel during a case, but when you try to check in the staff double booked a room so now you have to share a room with Reid. One bed two agents.

 

It had been a painfully long day. You were working a case in Colorado and the unsub was slipping farther and farther from everyone’s grasps. Everyone was jumping down each other’s throats so Hotch decided to call it a day and have everyone get at least one full night of sleep. Not that everyone would manage to sleep.

The car was painfully quiet as Morgan and Reid got into it and then Hotch stepped in. The three of them were testing each other’s limits all day. For some reason this case was hitting home for everyone, and it didn’t help that this was the teams’ third back to back case. You fought against the urge to sleep the ride to the hotel, which thankfully was short.

You parked at the hotel and everyone slumped out of the cars, grabbed their go-bags and went to the lobby to check in. JJ and Hotch talked to the receptionist in hushed tones for what seemed like an hour. You sighed impatiently and sat down on the cleaner of the two couches in the lobby which still had more than enough questionable stains to make you groan. Rossi looked over to you and followed suit, seemingly falling asleep in a matter of seconds. Reid was already in a corner next to Prentiss, reading a book with a title in a language you couldn’t understand. Morgan was pacing and clearly very tense. You were about to tell him to relax and sit down when he snapped.

“What is the issue?” He nearly yelled, stomping towards the help desk

“I am sorry sir but it appears we only have 5 rooms.” The receptionist said, almost cowering away from Morgan’s’ dominating stance

“There must be a mistake. I have 7 agents. There should’ve been previous accommodations made” You could tell Hotch was trying to remain calm but he was clearly irritated.

“I am sorry sir. I have checked multiple times.” The receptionist nearly pleading with the intimidating agent

“There aren’t any more rooms available?” JJ asked remaining professional

“No I am sorry. I could refer you to one of our branch hotels?”

“Guys come on” Prentiss stood up, clearly over it at this point “It’s not a big deal two of us will just double up. JJ and I have one and two other people will have the other.” She was already grabbing her bag, making it clear she wasn’t asking.

You look around at the three men that had been fighting earlier, understanding they would not be sharing. You made hopeful eyes at Rossi who was now woken up, although you almost thought he was faking his sleep to avoid the situation.

“As much as I would love to (Y/L/N), I’m a few too many years old to be sharing. I need my rest. Alone.”

You sigh, annoyed at the situation and can’t censor yourself from the stating what no one else is “Well since the three of you are clearly not going to work out whatever it is you’ve been fighting about then I’ll have to share with one of you. So you three can make that decision. I haven’t slept in three days so please make it quick” You stated, harsher than you intended but their bickering, your lack of sleep, and the son of a bitch unsub pushed you over the point of politeness tonight.

The three of them exchanged glances, ending up with Hotch and Morgan both starring at Reid, the near obvious choice since Hotch was more near your father’s age than yours and Morgan was your friend but you were closer to Reid than anyone on the team.

He sighed louder than you would have expected and said “fine” shortly.

With that everyone grabbed their bags, their room key cards, and dragged themselves towards their rooms. Luckily yours and Reid’s was on the first floor. You thought he would spout out some statistic about first floor and fires hazards or murders or just general Reid things but he was quiet the whole walk.

He unlocked the room with a swipe of the card and as you walked in first, turning on the lights you sighed at the sight of a single queen bed in the middle of the room.

You waited for Reid to see it too. “You’ve got to be kidding- this can’t be right.” He turned to look at the door number and card number.

“It’s fine Spence. The bed is big enough. I’m tired and feel like death. At this rate we’ll only have like 6 hours of sleep anyways. Just please” You say turning to him, pleading with your eyes for him to just be fine with it. “It’s just one night.”

Without a word he turns around, locks the door and sets his stuff down. Examining the room, clearly displeased with the furniture that looked like it was from last century. You knew he was about to tell you some fact about bedbugs or bodily fluids found in hotel beds so you cut him off

“Okay so I’ll change out here and you can change in the bathroom” you already state grabbing your sleepwear out of your bag, hoping he’ll leave quickly so you can just go to sleep as soon as possible.

“Uh, uh yeah okay” He’s fumbling around more than usual but you’re too tired to analyze it, already fighting your eyes to not close.

He moves to the bathroom and you quickly and haphazardly remove your clothes, pondering for a second whether to take your bra off or not, you decide to anyways, silently thanking yourself for bringing a baggy shirt and sweat pants to wear instead of just a shirt. You immediately jump in the bed when you hear the bathroom door creak open slightly

“Are you dressed?” Spencer asks shyly.

You stifle a laugh at his politeness and reply with a “Yeah, you’re good”

He walks out with a Doctor Who, TARDIS shirt and thin grey sweats. You chuckle at his shirt as you crawl into bed.

“What?” he asks, confused

“Just your shirt. It’s nothing bad. Sorry I’m just delirious.” You sit up in the bed waiting for him to get in it but he just shifts on his feet, next to the bed, looking uncomfortable.

“Look Spence, if you’re that uncomfortable with it, I can sleep on the chair” You say jerking your head towards the sketchy looking chair in the corner.

“No it’s not that it’s just. I don’t know. I’m sorry.” He climbs into the bed, clearly trying his best not to touch you, even though you are a good two feet away from him.

“No worries. Goodnight Spencer” You say, reaching over to turn the lamp off on the nightstand next to you.

You lay down, shifting on the stiff mattress trying to get comfortable, feeling Reid laying completely straight, as close to the edge of the bed as he can get. You decide to let him deal with it and are starting to doze off when he whispers

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah?” You mask your slight irritation at his interruption

“In the lobby earlier…the way I acted when they said I had to sleep- stay with you tonight. It was rude and I apologize. I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings.”

You were shocked at his apology. Admittedly, you were slightly wounded at his reaction but you didn’t take it to heart.

“No, no Spencer” you say gently as you turn over to look at him, even though you can’t really make him out in the dark “You didn’t hurt my feelings. I get it, it’s been a long day for everyone. I didn’t take it as an insult but thank you for caring Reid, really” You smile at him, hoping he’ll somehow sense it.

“Oh, okay good” he lets out a sigh of relief and you feel like he smiled too.

“Goodnight (y/n)”

“Goodnight Spencer”

 

You work up in the middle of the night, of course. You sigh in frustration as you get up at walk to the bathroom to pee. You quickly return to the bed taking note of Reid’s sleeping position; on his side, legs making the figure four. He still had his glasses on which were now crooked on his face and the book he was reading open, faced down next to his stomach. You padded over to him, leaning over him you grab the book, remembering the page he left it open on, even though you knew he would, and put it on the nightstand. You then reach down, gently removing his glasses which causes him to stir slightly, which you have to admit was pretty adorable.

Turning his book light off, you walk back to your side and plop down with your back towards him, feeling your eyes grow heavy again. You were about to drift off when you felt an arm run up the exposed small of your back, making you halt your breathing as the hand reach over your hip to your stomach. A chill went up your spine as you tried to grasp what was going on. Before you could, the arm pulled you towards him, causing your entire body to shift back a good foot and a half to feel the warmth of Spencer’s body against your back.

He turned your head as much as you could to see if he was awake but his eyes were closed and he was mumbling something incoherent.

You turned your head back around and as you did you felt his head rest in the crook of your neck, tightening his grip around your body. You didn’t know what to do. Normally you would love to cuddle with your friends and you did, but this was definitely not platonic cuddling and he was asleep for Christ’s sake. What if he was dreaming of Maeve? That nearly ruined him, you were so scared to lose your best friend when her death shook the team to the core. Loosing Spencer for that time was so hard for the team to cope with. You nearly cried the day he came back to the team.

As you were trying to figure out what to do, you lost track of time, he started mumbling again, this time you heard some words that didn’t make complete sense but then he said your name. You hoped he would’ve said more but he seemed to fall asleep again. You told yourself it was okay. Just harmless cuddling with your friend.  

You couldn’t help taking a moment to feel his body against yours. Surprisingly strong and lean, curving around yours. You felt safe. It felt natural. It felt like home. You shook the thought away and cursed at yourself for allowing the idea to come to your head in the first place.

You slowly felt your body relax against his as your eyelids forced themselves shut. You smiled feeling the warmth of Spencer Reid against you.

Spencer woke up before you at around 5. He always did. Like clockwork. He woke up smelling something appealing and as he forced his eyes open he woke to the sight of the back of your head, your (h/c) sprawled out behind you, and against Reid’s face. As he pulled away he felt his arm wrapped around you and his heart skipped a beat becoming aware of your two bodies pressed together. He wanted to jump out of bed but was scared he would wake you, not wanting you to know he had pulled you towards him last night, wanting to feel the warmth of another person. He couldn’t help but take a second to feel your smooth curves fitting almost perfectly to his body.

He cursed himself for thinking of you in that way. Not that he hadn’t before but you were his best friend. He cherished you, you who helped him when he felt completely broken over Maeve. You who reminded him to call his mother even though you both knew he wouldn’t forget. Who got him presents every chance you got and always things he would talk about even though he thought no one was listening. But you always were. When he would uncontrollably go off on a tangent he would look around to see everyone looking down, making an annoyed face, rolling their eyes but yours was always looking right at him. He never told you, truly, but he loved you. First as a friend but now he questioned his true feelings and he peeled away from your sleeping body.

He turned the lamp on, grabbing his clothes to change into for the day starting the coffee pot even though he was sure it would taste awful. He took the time to look back over at you sleeping. Your mouth hung open slightly, hair tousled and a mess, sprawled out. He smiled at your beauty, even in sleep.



You woke to Spencer gently shaking your shoulder, standing over you already dressed with coffee in hand.

“Hey (Y/N), it’s time to wake up. We have about an hour to get back to the station”

You grumble and roll over. Making Reid laugh. You sigh and practically roll out of bed, grabbing your entire bag and heading to the bathroom. As you get dressed and apply simple makeup you hear Reid turn on the TV in the room to the local news. Mumbling commentary at their anchors, no doubt, complaining about their incorrect statements.

You walk out of the bathroom in your casual work clothes ready for another day, but feeling a whole lot better than yesterday. As you see Reid sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to the TV you recall last night and a sudden blush goes to your cheeks as you hope that he didn’t wake up with his arms around you and that it wouldn’t be awkward. But as he looks up at you and smiles you know it’s still the same Reid as yesterday, still your friend and your partner.

You walk over and sit down next to him on the bed as he hands you a cup of coffee, just how you like it.

“Thanks. So what did they get wrong today?” You ask, sipping your coffee, gesturing towards the local news anchors on TV

He smiles over at you “Where do I even begin”

You two spend the next thirty minutes like that. You drinking the coffee that was far from what coffee should be, but was getting the job done, and Reid pointing out the fallacies of the news reports.

Then he pointed out it was time to head to back to meet the team. You both gathered your bags and headed towards the lobby where you saw JJ and Prentiss face timing Garcia at a table in the corner next to Rossi who too busy enjoying his free centennial breakfast at the table next to them to pay attention. And Hotch and Morgan were surprisingly talking and smiling. As you two walked in you joined the girls at the table as Reid walked over to Hotch and Morgan.

They smiled at you as you walked up

“So did you two have fun last night?” Emily obviously teasing you with a devious grin, causing JJ to giggle

“Wait. What?! Doll, what is Emily referring to?” Garcia asked, clearly offended she was out of the know

You laugh at their games “Nothing Penelope. Me and Reid just had to share a bed last night and-“

“What?!” all three of them simultaneously yell loud enough for the entire team to glance at you

You shyly smile back at them, turning back to face the girls “Shhh” you lean in and they follow, even Garcia gets closer to her screen. “It’s no big deal. Nothing happened. We both knocked out and that was that” you said. Trying to control your facial expressions.

“She’s lying” Emily said pointedly grinning at you and leaning back

“You think?” JJ smiled, playing along

“Wait turn the screen around, let me see her” Garcia said with childlike impatience and excitement

They did as she asked and looked at you through the tablet screen

“Oh yes she’s definitely lying” Garcia said in a playful yet honest tone.

“Oh whatever, you guys. I would obviously tell you if something did but it didn’t okay?” You look at each of them, trying your best to not crack.

“Do we believe her?” Garcia asked

“Hmmm. It is yet to be determined” Prentiss looked at you trying to analyze your every feature

JJ laughed “Come on guys we got to get going. See you soon Garcia.”

“Keep me updated on pretty boy and pretty girls’ love affair” Garcia quipped happily

“Will do Penelope” Prentiss teased, grinning at you

“Goodbye my lovelies” Garcia state before clicking off the screen.

“You guys are absolutely ridiculous” You laughed as they playfully put their arms around you as you walked out to the cars to be joined by the four men. They walked off as Spencer approached you, making obvious eyes and silent kissing noises that made you blushed and mouth curse words at them, which only caused them to laugh and duck behind the car to put their bags in the trunk.

“Hey (y/n) what was that all about?”

“Oh. What?” You asked very nervously

“In the lobby earlier when you all screamed” He slightly laughed, holding your eye contact

“Oh yeah that. Nothing. You know them and Garcia, always messing around” You laugh nervously.

“Oh” he laughed “okay yeah. Here let me get that” he said as he reached down towards you to grab your bag.

You tried to protest “No- Spence. It’s fine really-” but he already grabbed it and was walking towards the trunk.

You felt everyone’s eyes on you and sure enough as you turn around you see the rest of the team, leaning against the other car, opposite you, with shit eating grins, and laughs. Morgan silently cheering. You even saw Hotch crack a smile and slightly shake his head at the way his team was acting.

You laugh with them as Reid walks up next to you

“So are we going now?” he asks looking only at you

“Yeah we’re on our way now” You smile at his obliviousness and at your wonderfully lame team.

Okay. So this is… less impressive than i was hoping for. It has a lot of details about relationships and all but its not great. Sorry lovelies.

Words: just over a thousand.

Warnings. SEXY TIMES


The show quickly came to a close. You waved at the crowd and thanked everyone. While walking off stage, you walked up next to Brendon and slipped you hand in to his. He smirks at you as the two of you walk back to your hotel room.

As the two of you walked, you made small talk, he talked about what he enjoyed about the show, and you talked about what you liked. The two of you had your fingers intertwined. Brendon had to quickly let go of your hand anytime someone came around a corner as the two of you weren’t allowed to publicize your relationship and you didn’t want it getting out because you were holding hands.

You couldn’t imagine that it could stay a secret for very long after tonight’s performance. There were only a few more turns until you could kiss Brendon.

A fan walked down the hall and asked you to take a picture of them with Brendon. You smiled and took the picture. Brendon was great at dealing with fans and interacting with them. Soon, the two of you were on your way.

The corridor seemed to be never ending on the way to the shared hotel room. Brendon slid the key card and opened the door, immediately pulling you in the room and shutting the door. He pressed you against the door and started kissing you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Brendon ran his hand down your leg and pulled one leg around his waist so you had no choice but to wrap your other leg around his waist. He pressed you harder against the door and wrapped his arms around you so you were supported. He held you in the tight embrace as he walked to the bed so he was sitting and you were straddling his lap. You readjusted so you were more comfortable on his lap.

His hand trailed up your thighs and came to the hem of your shirt. He pulled your shirt up over your head and through it to the floor. You pressed your hips against his, eliciting a quiet moan from Brendon. You pulled his shirt over his head as he unfastened your bra.

You could feel the bulge in his pants and you grinded against him, his response consisted of a groan and quiet plea of your name. Your mouth collided with his again, his lips hot and excited. You feel him move as he stands up and lays you back on the bed, him hovering over you. His hand slips down your side and under the waist band of your shorts. You let out a small moan against his lips as he gives you some friction by massaging you through your underwear.

You tugged at his pants and he unbuttoned them and took them off. You pulled him back to you, kissing him again.  He returned the same action and pulled your pants off slowly, letting his fingers softly run down your legs. He pulled off your underwear and kissed you again, putting more passion in to the kiss as he slowly pressed a finger in to you, you felt breathless, anytime you were with Brendon, he managed to take your breath away in one way or another.

He inserted two more fingers and pumped them in and out, excruciatingly slowly. You bit his lips lightly to express your frustration. He smiled at your gesture and pumped a little bit more quickly. In an effort to frustrate Brendon as much as he had frustrated you today, you ran your hand up his thigh lightly and ran your hand across the bulge in his underwear.

The two of you had an ongoing game of seeing who could get the other more sexually frustrated before both of you were completely nude. The two of you almost always gave in at the same time. Brendon slowly took his fingers out and pressed his lips against yours again.

“Do you want to go farther?” he asked quietly. The two of you had explicitly expressed the need for consent in your relationship when you had first started dating. Now Brendon just asked on principle.  The two of you had a very healthy relationship. The two of you were in a relationship, but you were also best friends and cared a lot about each other. You said that you wanted to go farther and he pulled you back to his mouth.

You felt him pull off his underwear. You were almost aching in anticipation. He put his hand on your hip to steady himself, you felt him align himself. He kissed you as he slowly pushed himself in to you. You tangled your fingers in his hair as he gave you time to adjust.

He, then without warning, started thrusting in to you. You yelled out in surprise but you were quickly enveloped in euphoria. He was thrusting harder than usual; you were practically play-doh in his hands all the time but you could usually keep yourself together.

Brendon held your hips as he thrusted in to you relentlessly. You felt the heat pooling at the bottom of your stomach and your eyesight started to go black around the edges.

“Bren, I’m going to, going to cum.” You stuttered as you got closer to the edge of euphoria. Brendon’s thrusts become more and more erratic. His breathing becomes ragged. He reaches between your legs and starts to massage your clitoris. You yelp as your body climaxes.

Your breathing becomes labored and your walls constrict around him as he cums with you.  He slowly pulls out of you and collapses next to you. The two of you lay quietly next to each other as you try to catch your breath.

Brendon pulls you in to his chest and presses a kiss to your forehead. You smile at him.

“I am so in love with you. I give you so much grief on stage and you still put up with me.” He says, his hot breath hitting your neck. You smile and press a small kiss to his lips. He sits up and pulls on of his shirts from the dresser and hands it to you. You pull the shirt and your underwear on as he pulls on his boxers. He moves back to you and pulls you back to cuddling with him.

You lay your head on his shoulder as he starts to fall asleep with his arms wrapped around you. You nuzzle yourself closer to him as you fall asleep as he whispers ‘I love you”.

Love you the mostest

-M

Cold as Ice (Part 4 of Faking It)

And the kinks continue. Enjoy.

Read Faking It, Just Breathe, and Sex Hair and Blindfolds.

Warning: SMUTTY SMUT, light bondage, ice cubes (is that a warning?), use of a vibrator

Word Count: 3200ish

“Cheeseburgers and fries,” you grinned. “I should have guessed.”

“Fancy cheeseburgers,” Dean corrected. “With gourmet fries. This is the good stuff.”

You sat down in the chair next to Dean’s, the seat cold on your bare legs. You had only bothered to put on Dean’s flannel button-down shirt because it felt strange to go to the table completely naked. Dean was wearing his blue jeans and nothing else.

“It better be,” you told him. “I’m starving.”

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High Women Tell No Tales-Sons of Anarchy Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: some swearing and violence

A/N: it’s going to be another general imagine since not enough people voted for a particular pairing.

Originally posted by karladahmer

 All Y/N could feel was pain, a deep throbbing, annoying ache that reverberated throughout her entire body. For a second, she thought it hurt to blink, but she realized it was just her imagination. She glanced around her surroundings for a second before recognizing that the white walls and the monitor beeping next to her signaled that she was, indeed, in the local Charming hospital.

   “Crap,” she muttered.

   “Sleeping Beauty finally woke up.” Y/N winced as she turned her head slightly to see Jax sitting in the chair next to her bed. His shoulder length blonde hair was messy and his eyes had bags underneath them.

   “You look like sh-t,” Y/N said.

   “Well, I was up most of the night worrying about you, like the rest of SAMCRO,” Jax said.

    “Where are they?”

    “In the waiting room. Tara is making us take turns to see you.”

    “Sounds like her.” 

   Jax stood up, walked to Y/N, and ran a hand over her head. “What happened to you?”

   Y/N swallowed as she tried to remember what exactly had landed her in the hospital. “Me and Y/B/F/N and her roommate went to this bar near the strip. There were a lot of drinks and bikers around.”

   “Did someone in particular catch your attention?” Jax asked.

   Y/N closed her eyes and remembered a hazy, red-colored view of a large man in a biker jacket. He had stereotypical biker tattoos and he wore a dark scarf around his hair. 

    “All I know is that he smelled like Miller Light and had a deep voice.”

    “We’re gonna catch this guy, Y/N, I swear,” Jax said, anger seeping into his voice.

    “If I can remember anything. You talked to the guys in Vegas, yet?”

    “We’re waiting for an update.”

    Y/N tried to relax against the pillows but hissed in pain. “Where’s the doc with my pain meds?”
    Right at that moment, Tara walked in, hands shoved into the pockets of her scrubs pants. “I’m right here and I’m guessing you are not feeling well.”

    “I want all the painkillers you have: morphine, Vicodin, whatever,” Y/N groaned.

     Tara walked over to the other side of Y/N and she examined her wounds. “Well, it looks like you’re healing up nicely but you’ll have to stay here for the next couple of days for observation.”

    “That makes me a virtual sitting duck,” Y/N said.

    “No, we have adequate security to keep you safe,” Tara said in an attempt to be comforting.

    “Whoever did this to her will probably be able to get past your security, Tara,” Jax said. “I’ll have a couple of guys stick around here to watch her.”

   “Or, someone could just give me a gun or bat and I’d be equipped to protect myself,” Y/N said.

    “No way. You are not in any condition to wield any sort of weapon let alone stand up,” Tara said.

   Y/N grumbled. “I hate hospitals.”

  “We know,” Jax said.

  “I’ll have a nurse come in with your meds, okay?” Tara said.

  “They better be strong enough to knock me out,” Y/N said.

  “We’ll see.”
  Jax leaned down to Y/N. “I gotta go now. Try not to get too high off of your meds.”

   “No promises.”

   Tara pursed her lips as Jax kissed the top of Y/N’s head before walking out of the room with him. “So, you haven’t had any updates on who could’ve done this to her?”

    “We’re working on it. You just have to focus on getting her better and keeping Unser and the other cops away from her. They’ll screw everything up investigating this,” Jax said.

   “I’ll do my best, but I don’t know how much I can do to keep them from seeing her,” Tara said. 

   Jax simply nodded and they continued walking back to the waiting room. Juice was passed out in his seat; Tig was fiddling with his thumbs; Chibs was fake reading some magazine; and Opie looked worried. Gemma and Clay were no where to be seen.

   “Hey, where’d my mom and Clay go?” Jax asked Opie.

   Opie blinked and looked up at Jax. “Your mom’s outside smoking and Clay left to call around. How is she?”
   “She’s awake but she doesn’t remember much,” Jax said.

    “Poor lass. We’re gonna have to teach whoever did this a lesson,” Chibs said.

    “Yeah, if we can find them.” Tig elbowed Juice and he jumped up.

    “Wh-what happened?” Juice asked.

    “She’s awake but Tara’s about to give her some meds to get rid of the pain so there’s no use in anyone else going to talk to her right now,” Jax said.

    “Oh, that’s convenient: Y/N gets drugged up only after you see her.” 

   “I didn’t make the call, Tara did. Don’t get your panties in a twist, Juice.”

   “Too late,” Tig muttered.

    The other guys burst out laughing while Juice chose to punch Tig in the arm.

    “Anyway, we have to have some of the guys stay here just in case whoever attacked Y/N tries to come back. I don’t think she saw anything she wasn’t supposed to but she also doesn’t remember much.”

    “I’ll stay,” Juice said.

    “I might as well too,” Opie said.

    “Great, the rest of us’ll help Clay and the others find the son of a b-tch who tried to mess with our Y/N,” Jax said.

    The other men nodded.

    “The only other thing we have to worry about is the cops. Even though they hate us, they’re obligated to investigate something like this. When they come in, try not to bust their balls too much. Besides, Y/N knows how to handle them anyway. The main priority is to keep her safe and to catch the people who landed her in here. Understood?” Jax asked.

    “Yeah.”

    Back in her room, Y/N couldn’t feel any pain. She felt numb and light thanks to the morphine. She would’ve tried escaping from the hospital then, but the numbness and cords attached to her helped keep her down. Though she was fully conscious, she felt the meds lead her into some sort of dreamlike haze. Soon, she was no longer in the hospital but back in that dimly lit bar in Vegas.

    “Y/N, what are you doing?” Y/B/F/N asked through a laugh.

    The music was loud and Y/N couldn’t tell whether it was country or rap. The people in the small bar were dancing and it was hot and sweaty. Y/N was standing on the bar, dancing and waving her hands above her head.

    “Living!” Y/N shouted.

   She tossed back another shot of tequila, grinning at the burning sensation as it ran down her throat. She spun around on the bar, men and women yelled at her and she couldn’t tell whether it was out of praise or drunken belligerence.It had been years since Y/N had danced on a bar without trying to get tips from drunken bikers. She felt calm and free.

    “Nice moves, little lady,” some man with dark hair and piercing gray eyes said.

    “I know,” Y/N said.

    “Why don’t you come down here and be my partner.” He had a thick southern accent and he wasn’t terrible looking at all. Then again, tequila made everyone look good to Y/N.

    “Make me,” she teased.

    Swiftly, the man grabbed her and pulled her down from the bar, ignoring the playful swats Y/N gave him. He set her on her feet and they began dancing. He wore all black and some sort of black leather vest. 

    “You’re not too bad yourself,” Y/N called over the music. 

    “Thanks.”

    Suddenly, Y/N was out in the parking lot, her two friends trailing behind her. The guy she had danced with was gone and she was ready to go back to her hotel. Y/N bumped into someone and shoved them away.

    “Watch where you’re going!” she snapped.

    “Y/N, shut up,” Y/B/F/N’s roommate warned.

    But her warning fell on deaf ears. Y/N hadn’t picked a fight since she came to Vegas and she was itching to punch someone, anyone. The man turned around but Y/N couldn’t make out his face or anything.

    “What did you say, b-tch?” 

    And then, Y/N’s eyes snapped open and she jumped a little when she realized Juice was standing by her door. 

    “Hey, Y/N,” Juice said. “How are you feeling?”

    “Great, Nurse Ratchet gave me some drugs.” Y/N lifted the hand that had the IV in it and beckoned to Juice. “Come closer.”

    Juice hesitated before walking closer to Y/N. He looked worried and angry at the same time. “I’m not really supposed to be in here, you know. I just wanted to see how you were holding up.”

    “I’m great,” Y/N said with a laugh. 

    “You look good, you always look good,” Juice said.

    “Don’t flirt with me right now, I’m hideous.” Y/N covered her face with her hands.

   “No, you’re not. Listen to me, Jax, Clay, and Tig are looking for the bastard that did this to you. Opie and I are staying here in case they come back. The cops might come to interview you but hopefully you won’t be as high as you are right now if that happens,” Juice said.

   However, he knew his words were falling on deaf ears as Y/N cocked her head at him in confusion. This was definitely going well.

   “Redneck,” Y/N said.

   “What?”
   “They’re looking for a redneck,” Y/N said slowly, sounding more sleepy.  

   Juice’s eyes widened and he leaned forward. “Are you sure, Y/N?”

   “I got into a fight with a redneck at…at the bar.”
   “Do you remember what he looked like?”

    “Bigger than Opie,” Y/N said with a giggle. “I’m gonna go to sleep now.”

    “Y/N,” Juice hissed.

    However, Y/N had already drifted back to sleep. Juice sighed as he stood. Hopefully, Y/N really had realized something in her high state because this information did help narrow down suspects. Juice walked into the hallway and ran right into Tara.

   “Why are you just leaving Y/N’s room?” Tara demanded quietly.

   “Don’t worry about it, doc, it’s all under control,” he said.

   Tara stopped him from getting past her. “Look, Y/N’s my friend too and I’m trying to help her get better. You trying to talk to her while she needs rest is not helping. I’ll let you know when you can talk to her again.”

   “Whatever you say, doc.” Juice smirked at her as he continued walking into the waiting room.

   Opie stood. “Did she say anything?”

  “She said that it was a redneck and I think she might be telling the truth. She is on morphine after all.”

   “Alright, I’ll call Clay. Hopefully, it’s a solid lead,” Opie said.

   “Yeah,” Juice said, “hopefully.”

~Happy Birthday Drummer Boy~<3 :3

Josh Dun turns 28 on June 18th, what better way to celebrate than with joshler smut right? 

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They have a show on Josh’s birthday, which means Tyler’s definitely going to give him more attention onstage than usual and surprise him with something special afterwards. He also sent him a couple texts. Josh was innocently going about his day, when his phone buzzed and he opened the first one. It was a simple text:

I’m yours after the show tonight. Don’t touch yourself. 

Josh could not stop thinking about what he wanted to do to him, and how he was going to absolutely wreck that boy. His cock ached, but he refrained from touching himself like Tyler said and busied himself with random things. 

The second one was a picture with a caption, and Josh almost lost it. Tyler literally took a picture of his bulge and it said “thinking of you”. Josh immediately gasped and moaned Tyler as he ran a hand under his shirt, pinching a nipple between his fingers. When he felt his cock stir, he whispered dammit and tried to focus on something else besides the throbbing in his pants. 

It got to a point to where every time the phone buzzed his dick twitched, until he seen it was a message from someone else like a family member. Then he’d just feel kind of guilty and gross. But when it was Tyler, he’d respond with Ty, why do you get off on torturing me on my bday? To which Tyler would reply with yes.

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They met later at soundcheck, but they had to act normal. They were giving each other sly looks the whole time. At one point, when Tyler walked over to tell Josh something, Josh quickly brushed his hand over Tyler’s ass because he just had to feel what he was going to get later. Tyler scolded him, slapping his hand away and muttering later, it’ll be worth it

It was almost time, so they went into their rooms to change into their suits. Right before going on stage, Tyler whispered in Josh’s ear. 

“Hotel, just me and you. I’m going to make you glad you were born.” Ty promised, causing Josh to blush.  

“Come on Tyler, I do not need to be hard in front of thousands of people.” Josh said, making Tyler laugh. 

“You love it.” Tyler said. Josh couldn’t deny that, but he kind of wanted to choke him. 

“Alright, let’s go!” A crew member announced, and they went their respective ways, joining up again on stage. 

Something about a show was so exhilarating when you knew you were getting laid by your best friend afterwards. Josh allowed himself to get absorbed into the music, drumming his heart out, and endured all of the praise Tyler was throwing his way as everyone cheered. He pretty much gave up on trying to suppress his boner. It caught Tyler’s eye when they did their bow at the end. Once they left the stage, Tyler had a word with him. 

“Josh, everyone could see that you were excited. That doesn’t help much with the rumors.” Tyler almost whispered, grazing his lips against his and sliding his hand all the way from his chest to his crotch. His touch was electric, and Josh’s breath hitched. But just before he could touch him, Tyler turned away and walked towards his room. He silently cursed him, but understood. Tyler waved at him and smiled walking backwards, faking a conversation. 

“Yeah, it was a good show! Showers, then pizza?” 

Josh just played along. 

“Sounds good, see you in a bit.” 

After the meet and greet, which was fairly quick, their buses headed to the reserved hotels. Josh was practically trembling with anticipation, now that he knew it was close. He would have his best birthday present of all.  

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Josh’s phone buzzed, another text from Tyler. 

Go to your room first. I’ll knock on your door at 11:30.

By then, everyone would be in their rooms. Josh checked the time and it was 10:49, and the buses were just pulling into the parking lot. 

It felt like almost forever, but at 11:30 he heard a knock on the door. He got up to open it, and none other than Tyler was standing there, grinning like an excited kid. 

“Happy birthday, Josh!” He blurted, throwing himself into Josh’s arms once the door was closed. They began making out and stumbling backwards towards the bed, until Josh fell on his back. Tyler fell on top of him, laughing and greedily running his palms over Josh’s smooth skin when he noticed he was just in his boxers. He moved his kisses to Josh’s neck, sucking and drawing out a moan before sitting up and straddling his hips to pull his own shirt off. 

“Fuck, Tyler baby.” Josh groaned, reaching up to run his hands down Tyler’s sides to rest on his hips. Tyler let him this time, smiling and grinding his ass down against Josh’s erection. Josh moaned at the friction and teased his fingers down Tyler’s happy trail, unbuttoning his pants. Tyler leaned forward, allowing Josh to shove his hands down his pants and grope at his bare ass while thrusting his hips up.

“Mmm you’re ready for me, aren’t you birthday boy?” Tyler breathed, softly kissing behind his ear. He carefully lifted Josh’s boxers up and over his erection, like he was unwrapping a present. His hard, flushed laid against his lower abdomen, and Tyler leaned down to lick a tantalizingly slow stripe up Josh’s length. Josh moaned loudly, letting out a string of curses as Tyler held his hand and took him all the way in his mouth, sucking and moaning around him as he hit his throat. Josh tried to buck his hips up, but Tyler held him firmly down to the bed, moving his mouth up and down over his cock. Suddenly he pulled off to gasp for air.

“I love you, Josh.” said Tyler, breathing heavily and wiping some drool off his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Love you too, Tyler.” Josh said, lovingly staring into Tyler’s eyes and caressing his cheek. Tyler crawled back up to straddle his hips again. His cock was solid as well, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum and twitching. He sucked two of his fingers before prepping himself while stroking his cock in tandem. It was practically the hottest thing Josh has ever seen. 

“Yeah, you look so beautiful like that baby.” Josh praised, running his hands over the heated skin of his thighs and stomach. 

It only took a minute, before Tyler was taking Josh’s cock in his hand and slowly impaling himself on it. Josh’s hands flew to Tyler’s hips and Tyler covered them with his own as he rocked his hips down. It wasn’t long before he was bouncing up and down, crying out as he angled his hips just right. He was leaning back, holding himself onto Josh’s legs as he pulled up and slammed himself down onto his cock. 

“Fuck baby, just like that, I’m gonna cum.” Josh said between breaths, rocking his hips up to meet him. Tyler’s hard cock was bobbing around as he bounced up and down, and Josh took it in his hand to begin jerking him. Tyler squealed, moving faster as his muscles squeezed around Josh’s cock. In one swift movement, Josh slammed Tyler onto his back without ever disconnecting and began thrusting into him. Tyler made more inhuman noises accompanying the sound of skin slapping. Josh bit Tyler’s collarbone to keep from moaning too loudly.

Tyler’s cock was pressed between their stomachs, and he rolled his hips up in search of more friction. Josh noticed, so he reached between their bodies and began jerking him again.

“I wanna cum when you do.” Josh suggested. His deep voice and the way he said it made it sound so tempting, so Tyler whimpered and began cumming over both of their chests and stomachs. Josh joined him, hips jerking and shooting as he rested his forehead on Tyler’s chest, gasping with every spasm. When he was done, he lifted up to place a soft kiss on Tyler’s lips. 

“Best birthday gift ever.” Josh said, completely satisfied. 

Mine - James March x Reader

REQUESTED:  Can you do one where reader comes back to James completely drunk ? Love your work =) - ANONYMOUS

Anon, James ran away somewhere with this. Like it started out funny, and then it went places I was not intending. Sorry. Hope you like it though. :)


Your friends had pushed you out of the cab in front of the hotel, leaning out the window and promising to call you the next day. You stumbled in through the front door, waving at Sally, who was sitting on one of the lounges in the lobby.

“You’re wasted.”

“Me? No way.” You slurred.

“Oh, he’s going to be really happy with you.” Sally rolled her eyes, her voice thick with sarcasm.

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