what is your function

Dive

Title: Dive

Pairing: Female reader x Dean

Theme song: Dive by Ed Sheeran

Summary: Dean’s catching feelings for the reader and needs to be convinced to dive in

A/N: This song just has such quiet bar vibes. 

Word count: 2,000ish

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The old bartender working the quiet Tuesday afternoon shift had poured Dean another glass of whiskey before he’d even opened his mouth to ask for it. Dean looked up from his hands long enough to give a nod of thanks before pulling the new glass to his lips and taking a sip.

The bartender returned the bottle to its shelf and smiled behind his wiry beard.

“Thought you could use another,” he said, “You’ve got that look.”

“You’re not wrong,” Dean said.  The man waited; Dean said nothing.

“So what is it?” he pressed. “Love? Money?”

“Those the usual culprits?” Dean asked. The bartender kept his smile, waiting. Dean looked down at his glass again and turned it slow in his hands. Pushing away from the counter, the old man grabbed a mostly dirty rag and started away, taking the hint and his leave.

“You let me know if you need another,” he said over his shoulder.

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Hatty

Sebastian Aho x Reader

Team: Carolina Hurricanes 

Warnings: I think there’s a few implied sexual themes?

POV: Second

IN HONOR OF AHOS HAT TRICK( I haven’t stopped crying) CAN YOU WRITE ONE WHERE THE READER GOT TO GO TO THE GAME AND AFTER SHE LIKE RUNS INTO HIS ARMS AND THEY BOTH ARE CRYING OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT? IM LITERALLY SOBBING SO

Literally one of my favorite hockey moments ever, I was an emotional mess when that happened, okay? Like I still am, it was beautiful


Originally posted by puckducky

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Canes were on the power play for what seemed like the seventeenth time this game, when in reality, it was probably the first or second. You weren’t really keeping track– too busy sitting on the edge of your seat, anticipating a third goal from your boyfriend.

“Maybe he’ll get one right off the draw and net a hatty,” Your friend Leeyah said as the ref got to the faceoff circle just next to Steve Mason. 

You smiled nervously, your stomach churning as the excitement found its’ way onto your face. “I didn’t bring a hat.” You mumbled.

Leeyah laughed, “I think I might have one in my bag, if you want?” 

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Your body is capable of almost anything if you treat it the way it deserves to be treated. You can climb mountains, run for miles and bend in ways that make people cringe, with the nourishment and love that you should always be striving to give it. Try loving your body, treat it as if it is a old friend, as if you want it to function into old age, and see what your body gives you back.
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Bodies are made for love by Amy Kennedy

13/03/17

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Understanding Your Natal Chart
  • Sun: Your basic identity; Your purpose and will to exist
  • Moon: Your inward being; The way you experience and understand life
  • Rising/Ascendant: The way others perceive you; Your outward impression on people
  • Mercury: Your ability to communicate with others and understand them
  • Venus: How you enjoy things; An indicator of what you value
  • Mars: Represents your willpower and your actions; Functions similar to Venus
  • Jupiter: Represents growth and flexibility
  • Saturn: Represents your sense of responsibility and morals
  • Uranus: Your ability to problem solve and understand unique situations
  • Neptune: Represents your sense of imagination and your ideals
  • Pluto: Represents change and inner growth

me: we need… to do things

brain: we are

me: we are literally rocking back and forth and thinking very hard about the things being done 

brain: this is how you do things. how else am i supposed to do things 

me: i don’t know??? 

brain: okay, i’m doing something different. are we doing things now? what were we doing? how do we figure out what we should be doing? is this how? 

me: idk 

So I saw a post with a nice little flow chart explaining how the Hogwarts and Ilvermorny houses interconnect, but it didn’t connect all the houses, so, as the over-achiever that I am, I obviously had to make a full version. With color-coding,

I’ve seen this in a few different posts already so it’s not all that revolutionary, but the Hogwarts houses sort by personality traits - the brave, loyal, cunning, and wise. Ilvermorny houses sort more by your dominant function (what you do with your personality traits) - the adventurer, scholar, warrior, and healer. While some combinations will be more typical than others, every combination is possible. 

I took all the dominant traits listed under each Hogwarts house and divided them up among the Ilvermorny houses. This is all subjective and some people may believe some of these categories should be switched, but I tried to take as few liberties as possible. Some just didn’t want to work out nicely. For example, Ravenclaw split up perfectly. I didn’t have to think much about how to match up the houses. Gryffindor, on the other hand, was a bit of a nightmare. 

Take what you will from this, but I thought it might be helpful to people trying to make sense of a strange house combination or just to illustrate that the Ilvermorny houses are not renames of the Hogwarts houses.

Edit: Emotionally volatile = quick temper. It’s a phrase I saw on multiple websites so I used it. It’s not necessarily a bad thing. I think of Draco and probably Ron as emotionally volatile.

(Inspiration from post by @allhailqueenmargaery and @violettsbaudelaires)

Playful

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Requested: Hey love!! How are you? Can i ask you one thing? Alright… I hope you can make an imagine where reader and shawn are all goofy, sassy, bitchy and all those playful relationship. i hope you can make imagine just based on how playful their relationship is. thank you very much.

Note: I thought a lot about how I wanted to write this concept and I finally settled with writing four completely unrelated scenarios or moments to illustrate the type of relationship requested. 

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“Babe, I love you and that song, but shut up.” You tell Shawn partially joking, but also partially serious because Shawn has been singing the same two lines of Barcelona by Ed Sheeran practically non stop for the past twenty minutes and you’re getting to the point where you really can’t take it any longer.

“In Baaaaaarcelona!!!” Shawn sings very high pitched for a reason you don’t understand obviously ignoring your demand for him to stop. You barely even look up from your phone. Instead, you just reach out your hand and place it over his mouth. But you feel his teeth graze your palm and then he moves and bites down lightly on your fingers.

“Ow!” You say, retracting your hand and pretending it hurt a lot more than it actually did.

“Don’t even lie, y/n, you like when I bite you,” Shawn says, and your eyes widen and you immediately look around to see if anyone heard Shawn’s comment because he didn’t even bother to say it quietly and his band is all in the dressing room with you. Luckily, they’re all busy doing their own thing so no one seems to have heard Shawn’s comment.

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Perfect Height (Newt X Reader)

Originally posted by hermiunes

Anonymous asks: Can u make a story where reader chan is kinda short and she’s really jumpy and clumsy around newt!

Someone else also asked for where Reader walks into Newt changing.

No smut.


Newt to you was like a Rubik’s cube. You couldn’t figure him out and he didn’t want you to figure him out. With those two facts, it was impossible for you to even mention any feelings towards Newt, for fear of scaring him away.

You had considered telling him. But always thought better. So you lived your life in pain and confusion, and Newt lived his life in suitcase and harmony. Both of you were shy. Wait, strike that part out, if Newt was considered shy, you’d be labeled as mute and possibly mentally disabled.

When you were around Newt, it was as if all your functions and what little collectiveness you had went spiraling down the drain.

There were some days when you’d dread being around Newt. You’d hang around him for a while then go back to your room and feel sore. You’d realize you were sore because you stiffened yourself up around Newt. You were tensed and hyper sensitive if Newt came within ten feet.

It was a cold day, and you decided you wanted some tea. Tina and Queenie went off shopping, if memory served you right, Queenie practically had to drag Tina with her to go shopping.

To your annoyance, Queenie forgot to fill more teabags in the tin. The box of teabags were on the highest shelf in the cabinet over the stove. It didn’t really help that you weren’t much over five feet tall. In fact it didn’t help much, except maybe made you cranky.

After jumping up and down and screaming angrily at the box, you were aware of footsteps.

Newt entered the room. And you went quiet. “Would you mind being a little quieter? I just got the bowtruckles to bed. They’ve been up all night causing such horrid noises.”

You looked at Newt. He looked like he hadn’t slept much. If at all. His eyes were heavy and you could see stubbles on his chin. The way he was leaning in the door frame, with his hands in his pocket, looking at you, was enough to send you flying high up to the ceiling. And crash your head and probably break your skull.

“Oh,” you said. The way you said it most likely did not give Newt any sensation to fly to the ceiling and crash his head. “Okay.”

Newt frowned slightly. Was there something on your face? You suddenly became extremely self-conscious. “What precisely are you trying to do…?” He asked curiously, slowly making his way to you.

With every step he took, it made you go into freak out zone. “Oh, well Queenie didn’t, uh, do anything and kinda forgot to, uh, add more things to the other thing. So I was trying to get the stuff so I could put it in the thing…”

Newt gave you a slightly amused puzzled look. “Tea? Are you trying to reach the tea?” He pointed to the tea. As if it was obvious.

“No, I’m trying to get the tea.” You pointed at the tea. As if it was obvious.

“You just pointed to the tea.”

“Wait, what?”

“What?!” Newt expressed, completely lost now. “Listen, would you like me to get the tea for you?”

You nodded sheepish, looking away in embarrassment. Once Newt reached to get the tea, the kettle had impeccable timing and decided it would be best and wise to start whistling and blowing steam onto Newt.

Newt shouted in alarm, dropping the tea, which hit the stove, scattering bags everywhere. “Great Scots!” Newt cried, looking down at his shirt. It was slightly damp, but other than that the steam hadn’t burned him. “I’ll be right back…”

You were left to the kettle that had tried to kill Newt and a bags of tea everywhere. After collecting them, you thought it might be nice of you to make a cup of tea for Newt. After all, he was tired and tea was soothing.

So after you cleaned up the mess, you made Newt some tea and timidly made your way to his room. Your heart was pounding. And you were about to run back to the kitchen, had you not forced yourself to stay your grounds.

Newt’s door was opened slightly. You pushed the door opened. “Newt, I made—uuuhhhh…..” The words died out from your lips. You hastily looked away.

You had just witnessed something. Your mind was going crazy. “Oh, erm, let me put on my shirt,” Newt stuttered, you could tell he was all flustered by his voice.

You but your lip, trembling slightly. “I, uh, thought you might like some tea,” you said stupidly.

You looked back at Newt to see him buttoning up a soft cotton shirt. “Y/N…” Newt said hesitantly. He sat on the bed, scratching his head. “Do… do I frighten you?”

You slowly walked closer to him. “N-no.” The way you said it sounded like you were frightened. Curse you and your stupid trembly voice.

“It’s just that… You act so off putting and confused around me. Like you’re frightened by me…”

You smiled a slightly awkward smile. “Oh,” you replied. You wanted to shoot yourself. The way you sounded was not helping your case. “It’s just that… you make me so nervous…” You blurted out.

Newt raised his eyebrow. “I make you nervous…?” He had a slightly hurt expression.

You jumped in a pathetic manor, seeing Newt’s upset and confused puppy dog look. It made you want to hug him and never let go. Creep. “Not like that!” You gushed hastily. “I just…!”

“Do you fancy me?” Newt asked, glancing up at you with an innocent look.

Your face turned red. “Uh. Yes,” you murmured. More like you freaking loved him. “I fancy you…” Like a lot.

Newt gave you a smile. At first you thought he was going to mock you but he patted the bed and said, “What a coincidence… I just happen to fancy you back…”

Those words sunk into your mind. You began to freak out, but you forced yourself to keep cool and not scare away Newt. Don’t do anything to ruin the mood— You tripped. And fell face first into Newt.

Your face was now hot from the physical contact. “I am so sorry,” you stuttered like an idiot.

Newt helped you up, and you took your spot next to Newt. “Don’t be. It’s charming!” Newt smiled at you. “I’m rather tired so I think I’ll have a rest…”

You blinked. “Oh, right. I’ll leave.” You weren’t quite sure why he told you to sit and now was kicking you out of his room. Naturally you were completely clueless.

“Er, well, you see… I was wondering if you’d like to keep me company. You don’t have to. Normally I sleep with Dougal, but he’s with Jacob. I just… Sleep better with someone with… Me…” Newt said sheepishly, looking away.

You thought your heart was going to explode. And not in a good way. “Do you mind?” You asked timidly. The bed was rather small.

Newt pushed back the covers. “Not at all, only if you don’t mind.”

You shook your head. You weren’t about to just pass up this opportunity, sheesh. You crawled over to Newt and he thew the blankets over you. He was rather warm or that maybe it was your face radiating heat. “Do you really fancy me?” You asked quietly.

Newt rolled over to you and nodded, gently poking your nose. “You had me head over heels since I first met you.”

THE END!

Powerful

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In the Salvatore House:

Damon was beyond furious. “You little-”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Kai smirked while shaking his finger at Damon. 

“I told you not to underestimate me, but you did it anyway. Locking me up in a prison world, again.”

“If you touch Elena, I’ll rip your throat out.” Damon hissed.

Kai chuckled and shook his head, “Oh I won’t touch Elena. A little bird told me there’s someone better. Someone you love more than yourself.”

Damon realized Kai found out about you, he tried so hard to keep you secret from him, “I swear if you do anything to her, I’ll-”

“Rip my throat out, yeah I got it, I’ve heard that about a hundred times and you know what? I still don’t care. And as the looks of it-” he paused and chuckled. “The spell is working, you won’t be able to move, until I let you. Sure, I could just kill you now, but I’m going to kill your sister and show you her lifeless body. I mean it wouldn’t be any fun otherwise?” Kai smiled, provoking Damon even more. 

Kai pulled out a knife and sliced  Damon’s hand, and hold his own up, catching the blood. Damon looked at him confused.

“What? First, I have to find her.” 

Kai used a simple location spell, leading him to your exact location, he smiled, “Found her.” then he walked out of the House.

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Kai took a deep and satisfied breath, then used another spell to transport himself to you. He found himself at a Disco. Kai has never seen you before, not even a picture. Damon hid ever since Kai showed up.. but you knew exactly who he was.

You walked right over to him, a drink in hand, and smiled at him, “I guess you’re Kai.”

He looked confused, “And you are?” Still looking around for.. Well, you.

“I am Y/N Salvatore, Damon’s younger sister.” You said, not even a bit afraid. “Damon called me, saying there would be a psycho who wants to kill me.”

Kai stood there, not knowing what to say. No ones ever talked to him like you just did. He didn’t think you would look and act like this. “You are very beautiful and really confident, very different from your brother. At least I don’t have to look for you anymore. Thanks for making my life easier sweetheart.”

You chuckled, “You won’t kill me.”

“And why is that?” he asked smirking.

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In the Woods:

You took his hand in your’s and transported you both into the woods, you wanted to talk to him where it would be quiet and where no one would listen.

“I’m much stronger than you are.  And since you merged with Luke, you’re like a little puppy.” You said sharply, but smirking. “Yes, I know exactly who you are.”

“Well the Puppy wanted to kill your brother just a few minutes ago..” Kai replied.

“Yeah, but you didn’t.”

“Because-”

“-Don’t say because you wanted to kill me first. You wanted to know who I was, you felt my spirit, just like I felt yours.” You responded. “Maybe so you could get my powers too, but definitely  not to kill me.”

You were right, Kai wanted to know why he doesn't felt like the most powerful witch. When he got into the prison world in 1903, he heard that a sister of Vampires was extremely powerful, and over a hundred years old. He knew he needed to find you, so he could steal your powers, but now that he met you, he’s more fascinated by you than he ever imagined.

“I assume,  my brother doesn’t know that you felt me here the entire time.” You asked smiling, while Kai nodded. “Well, if you want my powers, you can try to take them, but it won’t be easy. For either of us, but just so you know, I would be the one to survive, I already freed my brother.. Nice spell by the way.”

“And I guess you never got a call from Damon, because he never told you about me to keep you safe.” You smirked, Kai couldn’t stop smiling, he started to like you more by the second, “So Y/N, what are we going to do now?”

“Glad you asked, first off, you will stop hurting and stop trying to kill  my family and friends-”

“And if I don’t?” Kai asked still with a smile. “Will you rip my throat out?”

“No,” You paused and chuckled, “I’ll torture you and then I’ll call Bonnie so she can do whatever she wants to do with you.” You threatened him. “Or, you could stop being a psycho and we could learn from each other.”

“Like how a girl with Vampire brothers is also a powerful witch, who happens to be over a hundred years old?”

“Maybe.” You smiled. “See you soon.” you said, while you turned around to walk back to your house.

“Wait! Y/N! When can I see you again?” Kai asked shouting.

You turned around and smiled.

“I mean for learning stuff..”

“When you stop being a hot psycho and start only being hot.” You replied and transported yourself to your house, not giving him a chance to respond.

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This Story was one of my old ones which got an update haha. Special thanks to my precious @star-gazer178​ <3

Peep Show

Word Count: 5457

Warning: Smut with voyeurism and exhibitionism

A/N: This story is a tad bit longer than the other ones I had posted. So please sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!

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“I can’t do this anymore. It’s over, y/n.”

You stared at your boyfriend, shocked at the words that just escaped from his mouth. This was not how you saw your two year anniversary going. You had planned a nice romantic evening at your apartment for you and your boyfriend, Chris. He was supposed to come over at six for a cheesy candlelit dinner you had prepared. Followed by a movie on your cozy couch which would result in you two snuggling up together in each other’s arms. Then the night would end with a little physical contact in the bedroom and lots of R&R the next day. But of course, Chris had other plans. He came over empty handed! And not only that, he forgot it was your anniversary! Chris had expressed that he had fallen out of love with you for some time now and he wanted to seek excitement elsewhere. You were blindsided by his confession and completely heartbroken.

“But Chris, can’t we-”

“NO, Y/N! We are over! There’s nothing more you can say that will make me change my mind. Besides, I started seeing someone else.”

Chris left your apartment leaving you on the floor in a balling mess.

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One Week Later…

“Y/n! This is ridiculous!” Your best friend yelled as she pulled the blinds open, letting light enter your apartment. “Besides work, you haven’t let this damn place!”

You lowered your head in shame. You didn’t mean to isolate yourself from the world but the breakup was still fresh on your mind. You had given two years of your life to a guy, thinking that he loved you only for him to tell he was bored with the relationship. It was embarrassing and also insulting. You didn’t look at the situation as if it was his choice but blamed yourself because you couldn’t keep him happy. A few tears fell from your eyes. Your best friend rushed to your side, holding you close.

“Don’t you dare cry over that asshole, y/n. He doesn’t deserve your tears or thoughts,” she wiped your cheeks. “Guys don’t think when it comes to relationships. All they want is for someone, who isn’t their mother, to take care of them and supply them with sex and food. You remembered what happened with my ex?”

You thought back to the many phone calls you two shared because her ex boyfriend. If there was a king of douche bag boyfriends, he would be it. Not only did he cheat on her but he trashed her apartment and stole her money before he disappeared. You two were up all night driving around looking for him. At the time, you were relieved Chris wasn’t like that but you also didn’t expect him to walk out on you.

“Anyways, I learned from the situation. I’m too young to settle down and now I’m living my life just the way I want it. I don’t need a boyfriend and I keep a few guys around to handle my needs. Yep! Life is just wonderful which is why I don’t want you hanging in the house anymore. Let’s invite a few more friends, get dressed up and go out tonight. What do you say?”

You thought it over for a second. To hell with Chris! If he didn’t appreciate you then it was his lost. Eventually, someone will come along and appreciate what an amazing person you were. But that day was not today, so why not go out and have fun?

“Hell yeah! Count me in!” You shouted as you jumped up from the couch, storming into your bedroom closet to look for something to wear.

A couple hours later, you, your best friend, and three other girls stood in line waiting to get inside a club. You decided on wearing a simple black dress that hung off of your shoulders and black stilettos heels. Tonight you wanted to focus solely on having fun and not about Chris and what he could possibly be doing at that moment. It wasn’t long before you were let in and the blast of music followed by people all over made you tense. Your best friend noticed.

“Relax, I know it’s been awhile since you put yourself out there but you don’t have to worry. Just enjoy yourself.” She whispered in your ear. You offered her weak smile and nodded.

As the night went on, everyone was having a good time. Your group of friends were chatting with a group of guys and you danced and drank a little too much to the point that you were tipsy. You heard your friend say something about going to another club and everyone got up to leave. You tried to keep up but ended up getting lost on the street. You checked your phone but had no signal to make a call.

As you walked around looking for them, the cool outside air sobered you up. It had been ten minutes and still no sign of your friends. You were about to hail for a cab and head home until you realized you were standing in front of a club. “Desire” spelled out in red neon lights and just below the name, words in white read “live shows”. Weird. It didn’t seem like the average place to party and held some mystery to it.

“They couldn’t have come here,” you mumbled to yourself, looking around. “What the hell. No harm in checking.”

You entered through the door and immediately felt the change in atmosphere from the previous club. The furniture and walls were white with a luminous blue light reflecting off of it. The slow sensual music was loud but not enough to hear from outside. Overall, you liked the place. Everyone there was wearing all black and a mask across their face, hiding their identity. You noticed they each sported a different color wristband as well. A man approached you. His choice of clothes, although were black, was different from everyone else’s. In fact, only six men wore that uniform.

“Good evening and welcome to Desire. May I ask which show would you be interested in?” He spoke.

“Well, I was looking for my friends. I thought had came in here but I guess I am mistaken.” You told him as you continued to look around. He could sense your curiosity and offered you light smile.

“If you are interested, I could give you a tour.”

He offered his hand to you. You were hesitant but decided to take it. You thought about your friends. Wondering if they were looking for you or if they went to the club or home. He led you through the crowd, handing you a glass of champagne along the way.

“What kind of place is this? It doesn’t seem like a club.” You asked.

“That’s because this is a lounge, for entertainment purposes only. This is the main floor. Some nights the stage is available for musical performances while the guests mingle but that’s not tonight. We offer drinks, food, and music. People pay to relax, make small talk, and to watch.”

“To watch? Watch what?” Confusion etched across your faced.

You two stopped in front a black door, shield away by a black, velvety curtain located in the back. He held the door open for you and you walked through. In this area of the lounge, the walls were red, the furniture was black, and the light shining from above was bright for you to see everything.

“Our peep shows range from whatever you desire. If you have a kink for control, then I would suggest the bdsm shows or if you’re into dress up, there’s the role play shows. Orgies, gay sex, spankings, cross dressing… you name it, we have it for your viewing.” Your head was swimming in thoughts. Out of all the places, you end up in the fetish club. It was all so overwhelming.

“So have you decided on a show?” He asked, tearing you from your thoughts. You nervously rubbed your hands together.

“Actually, this is too much for me,” you admitted, turning to face him. “I don’t even know what my kinks are. I just simply enjoyed sex.”

“Ah! I know the perfect room for you and the show is just about to start.”

The host walked over to you and placed a white wristband around your wrist. Once again he led you to a door. Inside only held a single black chair.

“Which one is this?” You were almost scared to ask.

“This is Jimin. He is the crowd’s favorite.”

“Wait!” You stopped momentarily. “Will I be the only one watching?”

“Of course. For privacy reasons, we only offer one person per room.”

He ushered you inside and entered behind you, shutting the door. You took a seat and stared ahead. The black curtain parted, opening the sensual scene to your eyes. The couple was guarded by a two-way glass screen. A dirty blonde haired man, dressed only in his boxer briefs, was kissing down a woman’s neck. She had long silky dark brown hair surrounding a beautiful face. She could have definitely considered being a model if she wasn’t an exhibitionist.

Both of them were kneeling with their bodies faced towards you. His face was concealed from your view as he kissed down her back. The bra the woman was wearing loosened and she pulled it off exposing her small breasts to your gaze. Their bodies fell forward with their backside in the air. He backed away from her to stand properly. His body was well defined and chiseled but not too muscular. His hand flipped his hair out of his face, locking eyes with you. When he did that, your heart nearly stopped beating. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. You gasped, sitting up straight in the chair.

“I see you like, Jimin.” The host whispered into your ear. You weren’t even aware, he was even there.

“Yes, he is very handsome.” You mumble, unable to take your eyes off of him.

“Maybe your kink is to watch or being watched. Come here often and you will learn why he is the crowd’s favorite. Have a good evening.”

The host exited the room, leaving you to watch the rest of the show. Jimin had turned his gaze away from you and back to his partner. She rolled over on her back, sliding her hands down her body resting on her private area. Her hand moved to the inside of her panties as she lifted her hips off of the bed. You couldn’t hear their voices or sounds but by the look on her face, you could tell she was enjoying the pleasure she gave herself. Jimin watched her with hunger in his eyes. You saw his lips move and immediately she was bent over in front of him. His underwear slid down his thighs, resting at his knees. His hands gripped her hair as his hips thrust forward. You watched him fuck her mouth as yours watered to get a taste. He reached over and slapped her panty covered ass. Your hand twitched as if he just slammed yours. Jimin suddenly pushed the girl on her back, yanking her panties off her legs. You were able to see his thick cock, standing proudly against his abs. It was then you felt a strong urge between your own legs. Closing your thighs tightly, you could feel how wet your panties were. Jimin rid himself of his last bit of clothing and closed the gap between him and his lover. He found your eyes once again as he spread her legs wide and he entered her. You softly moaned out at the same time the girl threw her head back. You watched him fucked her mercilessly wishing it was you. Soon you could see a thin layer of sweat that coated his back. You groaned to yourself. You would give anything to hear their lovemaking.

They suddenly rolled over and the woman was on top. She had braced both hands on his chest was rode him with such forced. Her hair was wild and untamed and both of their eyes were shut as they became lost in the feeling. His hands held on to her hips helping her grind on his cock. You could tell they were close by speed of their movements. The girl frozen her body, her scrunched up and her mouth hung open in a perfect ‘o’. Jimin pushed her off of him and stood. Quickly stroking himself until he came all over her face. The last thing you saw was their heavy breathing before the curtain close.

You sat there amazed at what you had just witnessed. You were on the edge of the chair and your fingers left indents in the leather. Your breathing was just as labored, you may as well have been fucking.

“Shit…” you stated, astonished.

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You lied in bed, tossing and turning at the unrelieved pressure between your legs. Over and over the show played in your head since you made it home. Your friends eventually called and told you they were headed home for the night. You neglected to tell them about your mystery club and instead, wished them a good night. You thought back to how Jimin hammered into that woman. The way his muscles in his ass flexed and the satisfied look on her face, giving her quite a fuck.

“Jimin…” you breathed his name.

There was something about him that intrigued you. The look of hunger in his eyes as you stared at each other. It almost felt as though he was fucking you. You certainly felt the connection and knew why everyone favored his shows. He had a presence that invited you in. Even in that type of setting, you felt welcomed. You wondered how many women left that place panties wet, horny as hell, wishing Jimin would fuck them. Knowing them, they probably just found a random guy in the lounge and brought him home for an easy one night stand. But you… you wanted Jimin.

So it was no surprise that you went back the next night. You stared at the neon sign before walking inside. Immediately, you spotted who you were looking for and smiled.

“Good evening and welcome back to Desire. May I ask which shows are you interested in seeing tonight.” The host asked.

“I would like to see The Crowd’s Favorite. Is he available?” You replied with a smile, handing him your first payment. He smiled back and gave you a slight nod. This time he placed a red colored wristband on your arm. He led you pass the black door to the rooms where the shows were being presented. He handed you a black laced mask before leaving you by yourself.

“Enjoy the show.”

You found his specific room and entered, taking a seat in the chair. You stared at the mask in your hands, debating on whether to wear it or not. You decided not to since people had already seen your face. Taking a deep breath, you waited for the curtain to open and a minute later it did.

The same woman was laid out on the bed, her fingers buried deep within her cunt. She was the only one who was visible and you wondered where Jimin was. Her eyes were shut and her lips were parted. You thought about how it would feel to put your body on display for a man or woman to see. To let them see you spread wide, performing lewd acts by yourself or with a partner. It sounds interesting but you didn’t have the guts. Maybe that’s why Chris decided to leave. You didn’t provide enough excitement in the bedroom and your sex life became dull.

As soon as you shook the depressing thought from your mind, Jimin appeared and climbed onto the bed. He snatched the woman’s hand away from her pussy and held them both above her head. She mouthed something to him as she started fidgeting. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, wetting them before they were pressed against her clit. Slowly, his fingers rubbed circles around the nub. You watched her back arch, lifting her chest in the air. Your breathing increased as well. Jimin slipped one finger after another into her twat until three of his fingers rested inside her. He worked them slowly against her walls, ultimately speeding up his pace. You couldn’t help the sudden rush you were feeling. Your fingers found what they was looking for in the inside of your panties. You were already soaked and wasted no time plunging your fingers into your pussy, trying to match his speed. Your eyes shut momentarily as you moaned out in pleasure. When they opened, you found Jimin watching you instead of his lover. His eyes drifted down from your face to your hand inside your panties. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment but you were too far gone to stop now. You opened your legs wider and used your other hand to massage your clit. Your juices flowed down your ass and onto the leather fabric. Your eyes closed again, imagining it was his fingers. You picture his naked body leaning over you, watching as you were about to cum. You looked past your heavy lids and saw Jimin lick and bite his bottom lip, his eyes still locked on your crotched.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” You chanted, feeling your stomach tighten.

Your head fell back and you screamed out as your orgasm washed over you. You swallowed hard, coming to the reality of what you had done. Your legs twitched from the aftermath and your panties were now ruined. When you lifted your head to face Jimin, he had a smirk on his face and a very hard dick in his boxers. You nervously shifted in your seat before getting up and running out of the room. You left the lounge, walking in no particular direction. After awhile, you stopped to calm down.

“What the hell, y/n! How do I go back after what I just did?!” You yelled to yourself.

“Simple, you just come back and take a seat because I’d love to see what else you have up your sleeve.” A deep voice joined the conversation. You turned around only to come face to face with Jimin. You immediately turned away from him and covered your face.

“I’m so sorry. I was caught up in the moment. I don’t know what came over me?”

Jimin smiled and crossed his arms. “Why are you apologizing? I enjoyed it very much.”

“Really?” You faced him. It was then you noticed his clothes hung loosely on his person, as if he rushed to get dressed.

“Absolutely! It seemed more real and genuine, better than the other shows I’ve seen.”

“That’s because it was. I was horny and I had imagined that it was you that was touching me. Like I said be– WAIT A MINUTE! Does that mean these shows aren’t real?!”

Jimin threw his head back and laughed out loud. “Of course it’s real. We are performers. It’s our job to keep the audience entertained any way possible. But doing the same thing over and over can seem artificial or rehearsed. But I can assure you, it’s real.”

“Oh.” You mumbled, running out of words to say.

“You know, you are quite experienced for a voyeur. Have you considered being an exhibitionist?”

Your eyes widen and you vigorously shook your head. “NO! There’s no way I could do that.”

“Why not? Are you afraid you might like it?” He smirked. You blankly stared at him, unable to answer. There was a possibility that he could be right. Since you came to that place, it gave boost of confidence and a high dosage of sexual excitement that was dying to escape your body. “Do me a favor. Come to the lounge tomorrow night, same time. Wear something comfortable but have on black undergarments. I will meet you in the back.” And with that, Jimin winked at you and walked away.

~~~

The next night, you had dressed exactly how Jimin said. Wearing black cheeky panties under blue jeans and a thin black dress that you pulled up into a makeshift shirt. All hidden under your black jacket. More than the regular share of people were there when you entered the lounge. Tonight, the stage was open and everyone’s attention was on an older woman who softly sung into the microphone. You looked around but couldn’t find your usual host.

“Welcome to Desire. Are you looking for someone in particular or are you interested in a show?” A deep voice asked you.

You faced the man who was dressed as a host but the only difference was that he wore a mask. From your time being there, not once have you seen them wear one.

“Yes, I was looking for you actually.” You stated confidently. Jimin removed his mask and held out his hand which you easily took.

“I had to make sure you didn’t change your mind.”

“If I did, I wouldn’t have come tonight.”

He led you to an unknown area of the club, one you were unfamiliar with. Opening a door, you were present to tiny room with a single bed inside. When you saw the closed curtain, your stomach dropped and you could feel each nerve tighten under your skin. You didn’t know if you were ready to perform such a task.

“Take off your coat and pants” Jimin spoke. He had already shed his clothes and stood in nothing but boxer briefs. Your eyes traced over every inch of him and his body looked even better close up. With trembling hands, you removed your clothes and handed it him. He sat them off to side and pulled you over to the bed. He stood in front of you, taking in your figure. You took deep slow breaths to calm yourself. Jimin picked up on your mood.

“You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I won’t be upset that my beautiful date for the night decided to leave me.” He joked. You smiled, feeling a bit bashful.

“Well I already came this far and I wondered what it was like to be watched.”

“But I already watched you.”

You thought for a moment before answering. “Yes, but it I wanted to experience being watched while someone does explicit things to my body. Knowing that you were watching me, only lit the flame and what I want is a forest fire.”

Jimin walked closer, his lips barely touching yours. “Was I the one doing explicit things to your body?”

“Every time.” You breathed out.

“Relax, close your eyes, and tell me about it.”

You close your eyes and felt his presence move away from you. You cheered yourself on in your head, trying to recant your fantasies. “First, you would approach me quietly, leaving wet kisses on my neck. Your hands would roam over my breasts, lightly massaging them.”

As you spoke, you felt Jimin’s hard figure behind you. His hands gently traced up your sides, moving from under your arms to cup your breasts. He fondled the mounds of soft tissue, rubbing his thumbs along your now hard nipples. His head leaned against yours and you felt his warm breath in your ear.

“What kind of shy girl leaves home without a bra? I guess you’re not as innocent as you think.” You moaned out feeling your wetness coat your underwear. “Come on, don’t slow down now, baby. Tell me what else I do to you.”

“One of your hands goes inside my panties and you tease me before finger fucking me.”

He lifted your right leg in the air, hooking his arm under it. His hand eased their way inside your panties, rubbing his fingers along your wet lips. Your head fell back on his shoulder and your hand massaged his scalp. His other hand slipped under your dress and pinched your nipple. Spreading out his fingers, Jimin was able to play with clit and tease your entrance. You were so wet, you were dripping down your thighs.

“Open your eyes.” He whispered in your ear.

You opened your eyes and lifted your head back into its position on your shoulders. The curtains were wide open and a woman sat in the chair in front of you. She was wearing her mask so you couldn’t see her face but the look in her eyes told you everything. She was just as interested as you had been when you first showed up. Jimin lowered your leg and moved his hands away. He turned your body to face his as he gripped your panties and yanked them down your legs. He pulled the neckline of your dress down, stretching it as he bent his head to capture your areola in his mouth. As he sucked, you felt his tongue flicking at your nipple. His tongue traced up your body until his mouth found yours. The kiss was a very heated one. Your tongue explored every inch of his mouth and vice versa.

“Let’s give our guest the proper performance, shall we?” He stated. You smiled and nodded. Jimin help pulled your dress off. “Lay on the bed on your back with your head hanging over.”

You followed his command, staring at his upside down figure. Jimin pulled down his boxers, showing off his semi hard cock. When he leaned over to touch your pussy, you came face to face with his genitals. You felt both of his arms wrap around your waist before you were being lift in the air. Almost immediately, his tongue invaded your other lips. Steadying one hand on his thigh and the other around his shaft, you sucked down the mushroom tip. Like a cock hungry slut, you eagerly shoved his cock in your mouth. Taking in as much as you can. Jimin groaned as he lapped at your clit. He licked to your opening, shoving his tongue in as deep as it could go. You were the wettest you had ever been and he was drinking down every drop. You could feel yourself tightening around his little pink muscle.

“Hold it in. We are not done yet.”

Jimin lowered you to the floor and maneuvered you over to the glass screen so that your body was pressed up against it. In one stroke he entered you, squishing your breasts to the glass. The woman almost fell out of her chair at the view she was getting. Jimin pounded into your pussy, spreading your ass cheeks to sink in deeper. You were a moaning mess, the element of pleasure plastered across your face. You pushed your backside against him wanting to feel more.

“Lift your leg up so she can see what I’m doing to you. I want this image burned into her mind.” Jimin growled, sinking his teeth into your shoulder blade.

You did what he said only to feel his hand come around your waist. He pinched your swollen clit between his thumb and middle finger, using his index to flick the bundle of nerves. His hips picked up speed occasionally grinding himself into you. Your sweaty hands slid down the screen, as you were on the verge of cumming. If only you could witness what the woman was seeing. This was your third come coming to the club, it all boiled down to this moment. Falling apart in front a stranger’s eyes all because of Jimin’s actions. Your breathing increased and you could no longer hold back your excitement.

“Oh God!” You screamed out, releasing so hard Jimin’s cock was forced out of your cunt.

You gasped for air, still feeling your high as your juices puddling under you. Jimin watched you in amazement. He had his usual pleased smirk on his face. But the show wasn’t over just yet. Falling to your knees, you grasped his cock in your hands stroking him to release. You opened your mouth and held out your tongue, waiting on his salty white liquid to land on it. It wasn’t long before his legs buckled and rope after rope of sperm spurted all over your face. There was so much, it almost covered your face entirely.

By now the curtain had closed and Jimin was cleaning you up with a fresh towel. As soon as he finished, he pulled you down onto the bed so you two could rest. Your mind raced with thoughts of what you had just done. A big smile spread across your face. You didn’t think you could do it but you did and was proud of yourself. You suddenly felt like a different person.

“You know, you never told me your name.” He chuckled, interrupting your thoughts. You slapped your palm against your forehead. How could you be so forgetful?

“Oh my God, you’re right! I don’t know when I became such a daring person. My name is y/n.”

“Well y/n, it is nice to meet you. But I think you’ve always been that way and you’re just now finding out what interests you. You are a natural born exhibitionist and I would like to help you explore more of that side. Plus more.”

You were silently hoping that this experience with Jimin wouldn’t just be a one-time thing but you also weren’t ready to show your body off every night like he did.

“Let me think it over, okay?”

~~~

One Month Later

You didn’t know how in the world you found yourself sitting across from Chris at a restaurant but you were. He had suddenly called you up out of the blue asking if you were available to talk. And you agreed because he denied you the talk you wanted when he walked out. He stared at you, taking in your appearance. He smiled as he talked.

“I’m glad you decided to join me today. It’s good to see you, y/n. I don’t know what it is but you have this glow about you. You look nice.”

“Thank you. What did you want to talk about?”

He cleared his throat and moved nervously in his seat. “Well, I want to apologize for what happened the last time we talked. I was a jerk for how I treated you and I’m sorry.”

“Mmm…” You raised an eyebrow, sipping on your drink. Your phone dinged and you picked it up to check the message. Chris rubbed his hands together and leaned forward.

“And I was wondering if you could give us another shot? I miss you and I realize you are the woman for me.” He smiled. You felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest at his words. You didn’t think you ever heard him say it. You put your phone down and stared into his eyes.

“Is that how you really feel, Chris?”

“It is,” he took your hand in his. “I really want this. I love you y/n.”

You smiled. “That’s good to hear… but I think that’s the problem. I’m too much of a woman for you,” you stated as you pulled your hand away, gathering your things to leave. “I don’t want to be with a guy who is quick to toss me aside because he thinks I’m no longer valuable. Not once did you talk to me and express how unhappy you were. Instead you decided to leave me looking for something better and judging by how you are back in my face asking for a second chance, I assumed you didn’t find it. I’m sorry, Chris but I’m not someone you drop and pick up every time you feel you want a girlfriend.”

You stood to leave but decided to offer a few choice words to your ex boyfriend. “So to put it frankly, you don’t deserve another second of my time. Fuck no and fuck you! Have a nice life.”

You blew him a kiss and walked away. You smiled brightly as you walked up to Jimin, who was waiting by his car. He looked damn good in all black with his blonde hair blowing in the wind. When he spotted you, he returned your smile and opened his arms when you embraced him. You two shared a brief kiss and Chris, who was watching the entire time, turned his head away in anger. Jimin helped you into the passenger side before he hopped in the driver’s seat. He pulled off, driving to nowhere in particular. You took his hand in yours and the two of sat back and enjoyed the ride.

Your best friend was right. You were young and didn’t need a boyfriend. Not when you had your favorite performer ready to dick you down and turn you out when you needed it. Yes, life was marvelous!

Nearly Lost You

Characters – Sam x Reader

Summary – A hot meal after a hunt goes south fast – can Sam act fast enough to save the reader’s life?

Word Count – 3,314

Warnings – Allergies and severe allergic reactions, some angst, and some fluff to make up for the angst.  

A/N – Fluffy Sam request from a sweet Nonnie: “Is it alright if I request a Sam x reader angsty-fluff? Plot being that some how the reader has an allergic reaction (personally I’m allergic to peanuts) to something and Sam freaks out. Then like when Sam has trouble finding the readers epi pen or whatever he confesses his love to her because he’s scared to lose you. But can the reader live please?! Thank you!! Stay awesome darling! Xoxo”

Requests are definitely open, and thank you, Nonnie, for yours!  I hope you enjoy it!  As always, feedback is much appreciated!   And special thanks to @waywardlullabies and @sleepywinchester for granting this story the “Dad’s Journal II” Award for Lauren’s Favorite Fic at their Tumblr Awards.

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You were freezing. You made a note to yourself – no more hunts in north Minnesota in the winter.  Rubbing your arms to attempt to get some heat and feeling back in them, you glanced behind you at the boys.  They made their way over to you with the body of the ghoul you’d just dispatched and threw it into the pit you’d dug.  Lighting it up, the three of you stood there, trying to stay warm by the fire of the burning corpse while trying not to gag on the stench. Finally, it was too much for you.

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Crying

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Requested: Can you please do an imagine where y/n is crying bc she feels herself so bad (smth hurts or she’s giving birth) and Shawn hates it cause he can’t do anything about it?

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When you’re really sick, you have a tendency to cry or whimper in your sleep. You’ve been doing this for as long as you can remember. It used to freak your parents out because you’d be asleep and they couldn’t help you without waking you up, and then the same thing happened with your roommates once you started attending Uni. While it is happening, you are vaguely aware of it, but not fully because you’re actually asleep so you can’t stop it unless you wake yourself up.

“Shhhh,” You hear your boyfriends soft voice cooing in your ear as one of his arms is wrapped around your shoulder holding you securely close to his chest, while his other hand is gently pushing your hair from your tear stained cheeks and wiping the tears from your face. “Shhhh,” He tries to comfort you more as you slowly wake up and realize what is happening. “It’s okay y/n, I got you.” His voice is low and soothing. He knows you were asleep and making all these noises in your sleep, but he’s still trying to comfort you because he doesn’t know what else to do. 

Your eyes open, and it feels like your headache gets even worse if that’s even possible. You move slightly and he looks down at you to see that your eyes are open, he exhales audibly, “Oh thank God you’re awake. I don’t know how much more of that I could take” he says honestly. And you know he’s talking about the way that you were crying and whimpering in your sleep.

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