why are my cheeks so flushed

Babe, where’s my razor?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None (fluff)

Word count: 979

Summary: The reader can’t stand Dean shaving all the time so she takes action!

A/N: Have you guys ever fantasized about Dean’s facial hair? If your answer is yes, this is the perfect fic for you!

It all started on a hunt a while back when you and Dean were stuck in a motel in the middle of nowhere. Dean had forgotten to pack his razor and since there was no drugstore in sight, he didn’t care which resulted in the sexy scruff that was starting to show itself on his cheeks.

Of course you didn’t mind. The opposite was the case actually. Watching him sit at the coffee table with his left elbow propped up, his heavenly scruffy face resting on his hand, was a view you thoroughly enjoyed.

Sadly, the morning after you guys returned to the bunker your new favorite thing about Dean was gone. You could have simply told him to keep it but you couldn’t stand seeing that self-satisfied smirk you were sure would play across his full lips once you admitted your weakness.

The next time you went on a hunt Dean did not forget to pack his razor, much to your disappointment.

But you came up with something that would hopefully work. Now it was your turn to smirk.

“I’m going to grab us something to eat. I’ll be back in half an hour,” your gorgeous, green-eyed boyfriend told you before he left the room.

Time to get to work.

You made your way to Dean’s duffel bag and after searching through it for a few seconds you found the evil object which kept that amazing scruff away from you.

Discarding it quickly you stood in the middle of the room but your victory was short lived. You knew Dean would go to the drugstore next to the motel to get a new one when he wouldn’t be able to find it, so you needed a backup plan.

Some may think that you were crazy for doing this but you didn’t care. You were firmly determined to go to all extents in order to accomplish your mission.

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Movie night

Pairing; Park Jimin x Reader

Words; 3.2k

Genre; Angst (if you squint), PURE SMUT, Fluff (if you look real closely)

Summary; You and Jimin have been in a 6 month long relationship and the most you’ve done is make-out. During a movie night you deicde to push the boundaries but things don’t go as planned.

A/N; I’m still low-key sick so this isn’t perfect but I tried!

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La Dolce Vita.

Genre: Smut. And some fluff too. 

Summary: When your best friend decides to screw you over with the werewolf boy you absolutely hate during your heat~ 

Pairing: Reader [Werewolf AU!] x Jeon fucking Jungkook [Werewolf AU!]

Word Count: 6.9k-ish

Dedicated to my sweet strawberry jelly, @nomoreghostie-anon, Happy Birthday, sunshine!! I hope you like this trash writing of mine ahahah :) 

Also tagging @writeiolite who read this like a billion months ago and loved it, your encouragement always makes me beyond happy!!

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

“Unnie,” you whined, tugging on the end of Jiyoon’s dress, “Don’t go!”

Your heat was supposed to start in a few days and initially you had planned to chain yourself in your room and let her take care of you through it. However her unexpected business trip ruined all your plans. She sighed, turning around to look at you in a mix of understanding and seriousness as she sat you by the edge of the bed.

“Look, ___ I don’t have a choice. If I don’t attend this meeting, they’ll fire me.” She groaned, rubbing the sides of your arm, “But it’ll be okay, you’ve been through this before.”

“Yeah, but I had a boyfriend to help me out then,” you whined, looking at her with pleading eyes. “This is the first time I’ll have to go through it alone.”

“Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” your eyebrows quirked up at her words and you looked at her in curiosity, urging her to go on. “Look, there are other werewolves in my boyfriend’s pack, you know they can help you.”

You groaned in annoyance, knowing full well about Hoseok’s pack and the members, not forgetting to mention their weird habits, but there was no way you were going to let any of them get close to you, especially not Jungkook. Not when you were in heat.

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Sisters in the snow

posted by reddit user MCDexX

I remember it like it was yesterday, although it was decades ago.

My sister and I had been fighting again, like we did so often, like I suspect most sisters do at that age.

This fight got more heated than usual. I screamed an obscenity at my sister before turning to storm out of the room, but then my neck suddenly whipped back painfully and I realised she was yanking my hair. In pain and shock, I spun around and slapped her hard across the face.

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Quickly (Smut)

MASTERLIST

Request: Airplane sex and some fluff.  

Word count: 4,5745

Faint, slightly irritating rumbling sounds rang in my ears, slowly pulling me out of my otherwise heavy sleep and forced my sore eyes to blink a few times, before being able to open them fully. At first, everything seemed blurry and the noises surrounding me seemed rather unfamiliar. 

Slowly, waking up fully, I found myself laying in Shawn’s lap with my feet across the empty seat, I should have been sitting in. 

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Camping Antics – ArchiexReader! Mini Fic - Part One.

hey guys, so this is going to be an ArchiexReader! mini fanfic, probably with two or three parts! This was a prompt sent in by @sweetvengeancee so hopefully it does it justice haha. Part one is basically setting up the storyline :) If you’d like to be added to the taglist, please hit me up, and also send me some feedback in my ask! :)

Summary: (Y/N) and the others go camping, which leads to Archie and (Y/N) sharing a tent for a night ;)

Warnings: THIS FIC WILL CONTAIN SMUT. There are hints of smut in this part, but please be warned, that the second part will definitely be smutty. Could I say smut any more? Yes, yes I could.

PART TWO HERE.

Originally posted by capturingfandoms


PART ONE.

The sky was an inky, midnight blue with tiny pin-pricks of bright white. The chill in the air was evident by the visible clouds of our breath that enveloped our faces. We sat around the small campfire that Betty had expertly lit, and the smell of toasted marshmallows wafted through the air.

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Wicked Game ~ Peter Parker

Summary: Peter Parker’s best friend falls in love with him and holds back her feelings until she can’t take it anymore, but Peter’s heart is already taken by another.

word count: 1,420

Warnings: Angst, couple swears

Based on the song Wicked Game by Ursine Vulpine

Peter Parker was the perfect boy. He was smart, handsome, clever, and kind. Everything

I look for in a guy. I mean I shouldn’t be so surprised I fell in love with him. He’s basically a Disney prince, but ten times more charming. I’ve been friends with Peter since I was 3 years old. Our parents had worked together until they passed away. I confronted him through everything, I was even the first person he told about how he became Spiderman. I was the person who held him after his Uncle Ben died. I was there for everything. Which made me think I had a chance  I was a fool to think Peter actually had feelings for me.

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“Y/n come on we have to get to class” I heard Peter exclaim.

“Yeah whatever, school sucks” I giggled chasing after him since he had gotten ahead. I walked into the school which had definitely changed over night. There were homecoming posters and decorations.

“Are we still on for watching Lord of the Rings tonight Pete?” I asked as we stopped at my locker. As I was twisting the lock I felt Peters breath on my neck.

“As soon as I’m done fighting crime I’ll be over” he whispered sending shivers down my spine.

“Okay,” I said so quietly I’m pretty sure he didn’t hear me.

“Peter let’s go,” I said turning around, but he was already gone and talking to Liz which made my blood boil.

“And again I’m talking to myself because of her,” I said under my breath my voice laced with annoyance. I curled my fists in a ball. The way he looked at her made me so angry and I don’t know why. He’s just my best friend. Nothing else and that’s period. Right?  I walked away from the scene not wanting to witness anything else. At this point, I just want to go home. I could feel my heart ache all day, but why? I can’t be mad at Peter for talking to other girls I’m not the only person in his life. We’re just best friends. I’m just wondering why it hurts so much.

I went through my classes until the final bell finally rang. I let out a sigh of relief and practically ran out the door. I’m 110% sure I don’t want to deal with Peter right now. So I may or may not have run home. Okay, I did, but I mean at least I actually got exercise instead of having my head buried in a book or laptop. I got my keys out of my backpack and as I was turning the lock I heard Peter talking to Ned. It really sucks when the person you’re trying to avoid lives in the same apartment as you. I opened the door and scrambled into my apartment faster than humanly possible and darted to my bedroom. Truthfully I just wanted to be alone. Usually, I come home wanting to read a book, but all I wanted to do is watch sappy romances and cry. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. I felt single tears slide down my face when I heard a knock on the window making me jump and fall out of my bed. I quickly wiped the tear from my eye going to the window and opening it up so Peter could get in. All of the sudden everything was better just seeing his goofy smile warmed my heart and for a split second

I forgot he was even the reason I’m so upset. My world was burning down because of this boy, yet he was the only one who could save me. I flopped down on my bed looking at the ceiling.

“Why have you been avoiding me all day”? He asked

“I am not”

“I literally saw you run from the school I’m pretty sure faster than I can run” he laughed

“Well maybe I just wanted to work out”

“Since when do you work out” he laughed

“Oh my god stop” I giggled grabbing a pillow and whacking him with it.

“Ow seriously,” he said laughing.

“Don’t you have spidey things to do?” I asked

“You seemed upset so I’ll skip it for tonight, I don’t think Queens will go to hell if I take a night off” That sentence melted my heart. He was taking off because I was upset. This boy is literally going to be the death of me. I didn’t realize how close we were. I was staring right into his beautiful brown eyes and all I wanted to do was kiss him. Wait no why would I want to kiss my best friend. I was mentally freaking out so, I quickly sprung off my bed.

“I have to the bathroom” I squeaked, practically running to the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door and immediately shoved it closed and locked the door making sure I heard the click to know it was locked. I went to the sink looking in the mirror. I had this strange feeling to kiss him. I wanted to kiss him. The amount of desire I have for this boy is driving me insane. That’s when it all made sense. I was in love with Peter Parker. He was literally my dream boy. I would have never thought I meet someone like him, But I couldn’t lose him over a simple crush. If love is just a simple crush. My cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment so I swiftly turned on the faucet and splashed water in my face. The cold water wasn’t enough. I grabbed the nearest towel and wiped my face off and then threw it back onto the sink. I sluggishly walked back to my room trying to think of an excuse of why I was freaking out. Why did I have to fall in love? Especially with him. I don’t want to be in love with my best friend. I don’t have a chance so all I can do is a dream, but how long can dream until I go completely insane. I gradually opened the door to find Peter gone. I saw a note lying on the bed. So much for him spending the night with me.

Mr. Stark called it’s super important. I’m so sorry I had to leave. Have a great night Y/N, love Peter

What kind of game is this boy playing? Is he trying to make me fall in love with him? Well if that was the game he won. I grabbed the paper and ripped it in half. I wanted to scream. I was so angry. I was furious. I was so in love with him. Simple crush my ass. I’m drop dead head over heels for Peter. I left the torn up paper on the bed and moved my way over to the bed. I got under the covers, and that’s when I lost it. I was bawling. It was uncontrollable. I swiftly jumped out of my bed. I needed fresh air. I opened up my window and climbed up the fire escape to the roof. I did this when I was upset about something. Now thinking about it. The times I went up here are all because of Peter Parker. Who thought the best thing in my life could cause me so much pain. I sat there, taking deep breaths finally calming myself down. I sniffled wiping the tears from my face.

“Y/N why are you crying” I heard from behind me, scaring the hell out of me. Why does this boy insist on trying to be with me when he the reason for all my problems, but I had enough of it.

“You, I’m so in love with you, and I can’t have you, It took me a long time to realize, but I love you okay, now can you please go away or tell me you feel the same way” I practically screamed leaving him speechless.

“Y/N I-I”

“What Peter just say it,” I said quietly

“I just asked Liz to homecoming” he murmured, and that’s when I felt my heart drop. Why did I fall in love with Peter Parker?

Part 2 maybe ndjwfjkwj

Update! Part 2 has been posted! :)
Taehyung takes being mean to you too far. Part.5

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Originally posted by rapnamu

Taehyung’s p.o.v

I woke up to the scent of vanilla hitting my nose, the scent is pleasant and not too strong. Lying there still with my eyes closed, I felt slight movements in my arms, something that was warm and snuggly. I opened my eyes and looked at the figure I held in my arms, Y/N was lying on top of my left arm whilst I had my right arm draped over her waist, in other words - we were basically cuddling. I lifted my arm and froze there for a second to try and gather my thoughts.

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Thirteenth Time’s a Charm - Peter Parker

Originally posted by vintagejosh

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary:  Prompt List #12: “Try me.” ; #16. You know I love you, right?“

It takes thirteen times for Y/N to realize why, and for Peter to tell her.

Requested: no

Warnings: language

 Okay so I decided to switch it up a bit because I had so many similar prompt requests so ya!! Enjoy!! Oh and I would love it if y'all sent me what your favorite imagine is so far! I love hearing your feedback! And whichever imagine gets the most votes I’ll make a part 2!!:) So pls message/inbox me your answers! Oh and I’m super excited to announce that I will be starting a short fic soon! It will be inspired by sddonald22 because their request was so original and i loved it! So stay tuned!! Love u all<333  masterlist below!

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“I promise tomorrow night, Y/N”

“I’m so sorry, I got caught up with something”

“Had to get something for Aunt May, I’ll see you tomorrow I promise”

Those were just some of the numerous excuses Peter told you almost every night. Every night for the past two weeks you’ve been stood up by your best friend, Peter.

You’d been acting as if it didn’t bother you each time his name would pop up on your phone, indicating another excuse, another day, over and over again. Before something had caused Peter to vanish every night with no explanation, you two were inseparable. Monday and Friday nights were movie nights, while Tuesday and Thursday’s were study nights.

Excitement stormed through your veins as soon as your knuckles hit his door, waiting patiently for Peter, or Aunt May to open the door, inviting you in. You treasured those nights, because Peter was around.

But tonight was different. Tonight was the night you had really had enough. You moved from working on your Algebra homework, which Peter was supposed to help you with, it was Thursday after all.

You shoved your pencil back into your backpack along with your textbook and spiral, zipping it up for the night. Sighing, you shut off your desk lamp whilst grabbing your phone, plopping down on the bed. You gazed at the ceiling, your mind recalling the last movie night the two of you had, the memories so vivid.

“Hey, Y/N/N! I hope you’re ready for Empire Strikes back!” his lips curl into that breathtaking smile you loved so much.

His smile being contagious you laughed, “Of course! It’s your turn to pick anyway,” you threw your hands up and walked in automatically since it’s a place of familiarity.

During the movie, you look over at Peter, his big, bright brown eyes glued to the TV, excitement filling them. Your heart fluttered at his gaze, your feelings becoming stronger by the minute. He catches your gaze and locks eyes with yours, bright brown meeting Y/E/C, both of your hearts beating a mile a minute without the knowledge of the others feelings. You smiled at each other and then focused back on film, realizing these were the nights you cherished the most.

Your phone lit up with a notification, breaking you from your thoughts.

From Pete:-): hey I’m sorry about tonight. Pls find some way to forgive me again. Study hard for that Algebra test tmrw, I know you’ll do great.

You sighed heavily once more, letting the disappointment flood your memory, knowing that whatever he was doing must be more important to him than you.

The next day at school, you were pulling out your Algebra text book to slip back into your locker, getting ready for your afternoon class when you felt a someone lean against the locker next to yours.

“So, you miss me last night?” the familiar voice waking you up from your school daze.

You forcefully slam your locker shut once you see Peter cockily leaned against the lockers, eyebrows raised at you. Your eyes narrow, whipping your head in his direction, anger bubbling deep inside the pit of your stomach. You scan his figure up and down, his soft hair slightly over his head this morning. His eyes played with you while your gaze fell on him, causing your cheeks to slightly flush on instinct from him gaze.

God dammit, why does he have to look so fucking cute today, the day I’ve actually taken into my account of anger at him.

Breaking your trance you roll your eyes at him and turn your body to face him completely, “Not really. After text number thirteen of blowing me off, I’ve seemed to develop kind of a taste for disappointment,” you sassed back, a frown displayed across your lips as you watch his smile fade as your sentence progressed.

His eyebrows scrunched and his eyes dropped in guilt at you, “W-What? Thirteen times?” he stuttered out, his cheeks becoming slightly flushed at the numerous times he’s blown you off.

You shrugged your shoulders at him, sighing while turning on your heel to the opposite end of the hallway, heading to your next class. You couldn’t confront him about it in the middle of the hallway, you’d get so fired up you’d end up making a scene. You weaved in and out of the crowded halls, ignoring Peter’s calls to you as you make another trek to Chemistry without your friend by your side.

“Please, Y/N, please talk to me,” Peter pleaded in your ear while you continue to pour the solution into the flask.

You nudged your goggles up with your forefinger, shaking you shoulders and thoughts as you attempted to focus on the lab and not the pleading boy next to you. His sighs continued since the beginning of class as he attempted to get your attention, his heart sad for leaving you lonely for yet another night.

Peter scooted his stool closer to you, neck craning towards your busy mind as he shoved is elbows on to the lab table, “I’m sorry, okay You know that. I just was so busy that you wouldn’t understand..,” he pleads for the millionth time in a span of ten minutes.

Your brain fought the urge to look over your right shoulder to stare into those captivating brown eyes that sucked you in every time. But no, not this time. This time was different. This time you actually decided to listen to the intellectual part of yourself and realize what Peter has done to you thirteen times, is absolutely ridiculous. The added play was the fact that every time this happened, he would just run out an apology, with no explanation. You never asked for one, because you felt bad. You didn’t want to interfere with his personal life. Even though, you and Ned basically were his personal life.

But, today you decided differently. You would interfere. You would crack him.

Your mind wandered back to reality, your eyes blinking rapidly as his continuous pleads began to ring back into your eardrum. Rolling your eyes, you reach up and yank off your lab goggles, turning to him with an exasperated sigh, sass taking over your demeanor, “Try me.”

Your voice sounded skeptical yet angry at the same time, arms folded across your chest, lips pursed and Y/E/C eyes narrowed at his guilt stricken face. As the words carried to his ears, he felt a lump in his throat begin to form with the amount of lies he’s about to let out in front of you. His hands became sweaty at your intent gaze, worried you may be able to detect the lies about to roll of his tongue.

He cracked his knuckles, head jerking to the side, mouth open as his jaw tightened in frustration before looking back up and stuttering a little, “It’s… complicated, Y/N.”

You eyes roll once again at his seemingly useless and generic reply to your concern for his nightly mishaps. You reach over and put back on your goggles, scooting your chair up farther before muttering to him sharply, “Much too complicated for me to understand though, right?” you sass back, shaking your head as Peter just sat there and looked at you with an intense, yet guilty stare.

Your snarky attitude didn’t stop there. Your previous comment caused something in your brain to click as your eyes met Peter’s in an intense glare, the back of your mind telling you not to stop there.

This is the thirteenth time, Y/N. And every other time you’ve let him off the hook. Not this time, don’t do it.

Your mouth opened widely before turning toward Peter once again, before allowing your mind to take over and let everything you’ve been wanting to say to him for the past two weeks roll off your tongue.

“You know what, Peter? Every other time you’ve bailed on me, I’ve taken it with a grain of salt. I would let you skip your sorry ass into school every day, the usual sappy and half-ass apology on the tip of your tongue as you walked up to me, prepared to hit me with it. But this time, the thirteenth time, I’m fed up. It’s not even an apology anymore, Peter! It’s a game to you! No one in their right mind would make plans with someone night after night and then bail every fucking time!”

Your voice grew louder as each word jumped off your tongue. You knew you had attracted a few of your classmates’ glares, but you didn’t care. Peter never once separated his gaze from yours, his jaw tightening every time your voice grew. His guilty persona allowed you to cut him some slack, slight regret flooding your veins, your heart getting in the way of a heated and concerning argument.

Damn you, feelings. Fuck you.

Feeling your teacher’s eyes on you, you picked up a flask to make it look as if you were working. Your attention snapped back to Peter instantly, head cocking sideways as you impatiently waited for yet another one of his lame, overused excuses to reply to your heated rant.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, Peter sighing as you did so. Your lips stayed pursed as you carefully watched his next movement, which cause your eyes to fill with surprise and shock. Peter’s muscular, calloused hand reached over the lab solution (lol) and placed itself on top yours. The spark instantly ignited your veins by his sweet gesture and heart-warming touches that set you on fire.

He looked over at you softly, eyes settling on yours in concern, and radiated something you couldn’t quite identify in the moment, “Y/N, I know that what I’ve done these past few weeks has been so shitty and such a dick move and I truly am so, so sorry,” he let out, lips turning downward in a sad frown, eyes pleaded into yours, hopeful forgiveness filled them.

You heavily sighed, head looking down and then back up at Peter’s gaze, opening your mouth to say something snarky yet forgiving all wrapped in one. But before you could respond, Peter began to let out his apology once again.

“What I’ve been doing could somehow put you in danger if it turned into something potentially bad, very quickly. And, I don’t know what I would do to myself if something ever happened to you, god. I wouldn’t be able to go on,” his voice stuttered with fear and angst as the thought of your life at risk flashed into his mind.

You felt your heart puddle at the bottom of your stomach, face heating as the soft voice of Peter portraying his immense concern for your being met your ears in a soft trance. A smile formed across your face, eyes smiling as well as your brain processed what your response would be.

Peter cut you off, scooting even closer to you once more before staring deeply into your Y/E/C orbs, “You know I love you, right?” he questioned, voice quiet yet soft as the words danced off his thin pinks lips. Your arms and legs grew weak at his sudden comment.

On a romantic level or even on a friendly one, you knew where your heart belonged and why your concern for bailing on you was so deep.

Whispering lightly between the two of you, you answered truthfully, “I do now.”

His || Jungkook || 0.10

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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A Beautiful Lie

Originally posted by hothothotgg

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Prompt: “Why does everyone think we’re dating?!“

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Requested by: @bringmesomepie56


“Hey Grandma!” Jensen lays his gorgeous, green eyes on his favorite person in the whole world (other than you) at a family get together. He makes a beeline towards her with his best friend close behind.

“There’s my handsome grandson!” Grandma Betty greets with a big hug and kiss on the cheek.

“How’s my adopted grandson?” Betty boasts hugging Jared as best as she can, considering he’s a giant.

“I’m doing awesome! It’s good to see everyone.” Jared answers cheerfully plopping down on a chair at the kitchen table.

Jensen is extremely relieved to be home in Austin, sure he loves his career but the constant travel takes a toll after a while. His mind, body and soul can only take so much wear and tear.

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anonymous asked:

RFA reacting to MC having an "accident" in the middle of the night cause Aunt Flo is here./ RFA when It's MC's "time of the month"

Anonymous said:
I already made a request last night but, I realized it’s similar to another one. The severe period pain one? By that I mean, Mc is like groaning in pain on the couch and unable to move from the pain. Btw can it be RFA +V and Saeran. I’m like withering in pain and tbh I feel like this will make me feel better lmao. Also, I like went through nearly your entire profile. Tis amaze.

Anonymous said:
Ohm. This is a weird request but meh. Do you think you could to a reaction from the RFA + V and Saeran to MC having horrible period pains? So bad that it hurts to stand? Cause like, it happens.


So these are actually some of the latest requests, but this just seemed easier to write, so I finished this as soon as I could to get some content out. Still, it’s almost two weeks late despite that. Our inbox is rotting. Imsosorry ivebeenbusy x.x

BUT ANYWAY! I hope this will suffice? It might not be quite what you guys asked, but I tried ^~^

(had also planned to be for @serensama )

–R.I.


MC on Her Time of the Month

Yoosung

  • Text Message Received. “Hey, I can’t come to the beach today, sorry… >_< It’s that time of the month, so I can’t swim…”
  • He’s never had a girlfriend before. He’s completely clueless when you suddenly cancel on the beach date you’d been planning for days! You’d both been so busy, today was the one day you could actually meet up :C
  • -insert sad Yoosung boyfriend-
  • Instead, he decides to visit, anxiously worrying if you were feeling sick. (his mother makes him bring you some chicken noodle soup, lecturing him about how it was only respectful lololol cmon we all know she would)
  • Hm. You didn’t look feverish, and you weren’t coughing or anything… The only weird thing was how you sat in your chair all curled up into a ball. Curious, he decides to ask you about it, “So uhm, MC… why did you cancel today?”
  • Immediately, your cheeks flush slightly. Didn’t he understand from your text…? With a wry smile on your face, you eventually explained, “Weeeell, I’m on my period… And the cramps have been really bad so far. I can hardly stand. I didn’t want to ruin our date by lying down every five minutes in an attempt to tolerate the pain.”
  • The colour drains from his face.
  • “OH MY GOD MC, ARE YOU OKAY?! NO, NEVER MIND, OF COURSE NOT. L-look, you shouldn’t be sitting here with me if it’s that bad, go back to bed right now and I will make you an omelette because you need good nutrition and rest so pleasepleaseplease go lie down,” he babbles, panic filling his features as he desperately pushes you to your room.
  • He ends up cooking in your kitchen while you bundled up in your blankets, trying to fight off the pain somehow.
  • Brings the omelette to your bed so you don’t have to walk around
  • You fail in holding back a big smile as you look at the beach umbrella drawn in ketchup. (Everytime he made you an omelette, he made sure to draw something different)
  • “I-it’s to represent that we should go to the beach when you feel better,” he sheepishly explained, red tinting his cheeks.
  • Your phone suddenly vibrated, indicating a notification came through. You glanced briefly at your phone before WHIPPING YOUR HEAD to re-read the message
  • Seven: lololol I guess he really wants to see you in a bikini!! What a perverted boy  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Zen

  • You’d been lazily cuddling together in the morning upon waking up after a…. good night together. He’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear, running his fingers over your body… down your back… over your butt… then he stops, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.
  • He suddenly breaks his hold on you, sitting up and lifting the blanket off your bodies. Zen’s eyes seem to be peeled to your legs, or something…
  • You watch him in a half-asleep state, what was he doing so early in the morning? You yawn, stretching slightl- !!!
  • A sharp pain shoots through your lower stomach and you hiss as you clutch at it. What the…?
  • As you roll around the bed, you feel a slight wetness on the bedsheets. Oh. Uh-oh.
  • You heave a sigh, closing your eyes as dread overwhelms you. “Pleeease tell me it’s not what I think it is,” you groan, pulling a pillow over your head. “I’m so sorry for ruining the bed, ugh…”
  • Zen’s eyes soften, sympathy flashing in them. “Honey, it’s okay, it happens,” he says, offering a sweet smile. “I’ll take care of it, okay? Do what you need to, and when you’re done, I’ll go get our breakfast. Don’t worry about anything.”
  • He plants a light kiss on your forehead, gazing gently into your eyes.
  • In mere minutes, he removes and replaces the bedsheets, throws them in the laundry, and heads out to buy some food. You wait anxiously on the bed, groaning as your cramps caused continuous, throbbing pain.
  • “Zeeeen,” you whimper, as if it would make him come back faster.  
  • The front door opens, and you can see that Zen has returned with crepes, cake and hot chocolate in hand. He quickly rushes to your side as he hears your whimpering, stroking your hand as he checks to make sure you’re okay.
  • “I’ve heard that chocolate is supposed to help with cramps,” he says unsurely, holding up the hot chocolate. “And I also got some sweets. I know it’s not a proper breakfast, but I know you love these things around this time of the month. So let me spoil you on days like this, babe.”
  • Despite the lightning bolts of pain you were feeling, you managed to smile from your balled up position, weakly squeezing his hand as a sign of acknowledgment. “I love you, Zenny,” you mumble.

Jaehee

  • From the beginning, she had been aware that you got severe period cramps, and prepared numerous remedies and reliefs.
  • Whenever she noticed that it was nearing your time of the month, she would make you drink water with brown sugar dissolved into them, which was supposed to relax your muscles and make your cramps hurt less.
  • But one day, before your period came, you began to cramp up really badly. Unfortunately, you were still at work, so you had to continue taking orders and serving the customers despite the pain. You couldn’t let Jaehee down, after all.
  • But after doing it for a while, you were sweating profusely, your mouth watering with excess saliva. Your cheeks were flushed, and your legs were beginning to give out.
  • From behind the counter, Jaehee noticed your odd state, and realized immediately what was going on. She dashes out to guide you into the employee room, bringing you a mug of chamomile tea and chocolate cake.
  • “MC, you should’ve told me earlier if you weren’t feeling well!” she scolds you, glaring at you. But her eyes are soft with worry, although she was trying to express her anger.
  • You smile weakly, having no excuse to offer.
  • Her worry morphs into guilt. “I should have given you the day off… I knew that your time of the month was coming soon, I shouldn’t have made you work. I’m really sorry, MC.” She runs a hand through her hair in frustration, ashamed in herself.
  • “But you take such good care of me, I only want to repay you…” you argue softly, furrowing your eyebrows.
  • Your words bring a small smile to her face. “Silly. You’re the one who takes care of me. You’re always considering my feelings, even when I don’t. I can only be so happy thanks to you.”
  • Another shot of pain makes you wince, and you bring your knees to your chest, in an attempt to ease the pain. “Nng… thanks, Jaehee, but I just need to… rest for now,” you managed to say. “Go back to the counter… customers are waiting.”
  • She flicks your forehead lightly. “Silly. I’m going to stay with you of course. I’ll just close the shop. It’s one of the perks of being the owner. Let me take advantage of it, okay?”
  • And so, you end up going home, cuddling together on the bed as you suffered through your monthly hell. At least you had an angel beside you.

Jumin

  • The two of you usually spent your nights together, but you suddenly asked to stay in a separate room one night. A bit disheartened, Jumin inquired you as to why you requested this, and you sighed, begrudgingly explaining what Mother Nature made you go through.
  • “Is that why you couldn’t sleep last night?” he frowned, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.
  • Your head shot up in surprise. “You knew?”
  • “I know everything, my love. You were groaning, tossing and turning the entire night… I couldn’t even hug you properly.”
  • “It’s not my fault it hurts so much!” you protest.
  • “I also had the maids wash the bedsheets, after noticing it had been dirtied. I hope you don’t mind.”
  • Erk, that was embarrassing. It was only the maids, but you suddenly felt like the whole world knew you were bleeding out of your vagina now. Seriously, Jumin could’ve kept quiet about that part. Now you felt mildly uncomfortable.
  • Jumin continued, “It’s okay. Get some rest, okay? You probably didn’t sleep a wink last night. I have a meeting today, but I’ll try to come home as soon as I can. I hope Elizabeth 3rd will suffice as company til then… Is there anything you would like me to bring back while I’m out?”
  • “Not really…” you mutter, cheeks still red.
  • Jumin raised an eyebrow, dubious.
  • “Okay, fine. Yeah, can I get some pizza? That one we had last time, where the crust was perfectly crispy and topped with that fancy stuff you ordered.”
  • He chuckles, kissing your forehead softly. “I knew you’d give in. And don’t worry so much about it being your time of the month. This is nothing to be embarrassed about, compared to your loud screams at night…”
  • SMACK!

Seven/Saeyoung

  • The moment he heard your first whimpers he KNOCKED DOWN YOUR DOOR
  • “Honey?! What’s wrong!!” he panicked, throwing the covers off your bed to inspect you
  • You were curled up, rocking gently side-to-side as you quietly cried, the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes
  • “Saeyoungggg… Mother Nature’s killing me again,” you sniffled, trying to deal with the pain
  • “W-w-what do I do?” he stammered, cheeks flushing as he was unfamiliar with women’s monthly pains. He wanted to help, but he really had no idea.
  • But you couldn’t even answer, groaning as the next wave of pain hit you
  • “I-it’s okay, MC, I’ll call for help immediately! Defender of Justice, 707, off to the rescue!!” he declared, suddenly dashing out your room
  • Wait what?
  • “Come baaack,” you called out, feeling slightly disappointed. Had he just run out on you? What was he even trying to do? You just wanted some Saeyoung cuddles right now…
  • From the open door, you could hear Saeyoung talking vividly on the phone, “Give up the sacrifice!! NOW, Jumin Han, or I will hack into your company right now!”
  • Sacrifice? What sacrifice?
  • “I will steal Elly—no, listen to me, I will call her Elly however I please!”
  • Did he already forget about you? You grumbled, rolling over to hug your blankets.
  • “Good, I’m glad we cleared this up! 5 minutes, Mr. Han, I’m giving you 5 minutes to send her over.”
  • Fuck, was he trying to get Elizabeth the 3rd over? Seriously, that wouldn’t really help with your period pains very much. At all. You didn’t hate her, per say, but you were fucking dying in here.
  • You mentally counted down 5 minutes, when the doorbell suddenly rang, and you could hear Saeyoung’s footsteps as he practically flew to the door.
  • “I’m so glad you’re here! Thank youuuu!!” You could hear him exclaim.
  • “MC?” a soft, feminine voice called out to you from the doorway.
  • Your eyes snapped open, “Jaehee?! I thought you were Elizabeth the 3rd!”
  • Her eyes twinkled with amusement. “Now, why would you think that? I wasn’t aware that spending so much time cat-sitting had resulted into my transformation into a cat.”
  • “N-no.. never mind.” It was always hard to explain Saeyoung’s antics. “Why are you here?”
  • “Seven called Mr. Han to demand that I came to help. I’m very glad to (get away from Jumin) be of help, MC. I brought some painkillers, some hot soup and a few bags of tea for you to drink over the next few days. It should help somehow,” Jaehee explained, holding up a small plastic bag that you hadn’t noticed before.
  • From behind her, you noticed Saeyoung peeking nervously from the doorway, his eyes teared up as he stared at your weakened form.
  • “Thanks, Jaehee. And Saeyoung, you can come in, you know…” you said.
  • “B-but!! I’m a pure girl, darling, what if I get the curse of periods too?!” Saeyoung whined, shaking his head furiously.
  • ….That’s what he was worried about?
  • “Seven… Periods are not contagious,” Jaehee deadpanned.

V

  • He was always prepared when it was your time of the month—even more than you were! He couldn’t help it. For the majority of his relationship with Rika, he’d been doting on her, doing anything and everything he could for her. Old habits die hard.
  • “MC, maybe you shouldn’t be wearing white underwear… it’s almost your time of the month, isn’t it?” he called out as he was cooking breakfast, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.
  • “W-wha?” you yawned. You were only wearing one of his shirts and some panties, but then you realized the date. “Oh, you’re right!”
  • By the time you went to change, you’d already seen the faintest taint of pink on your underwear. Fuck. How many have you ruined by now? …Too many to count.
  • It took a couple hours before the pain started to kick in.
  • Considering this was a reoccurring pattern, V already knew what to do and when to do it.
  • “MC, honey, I prepared a hot bath for you… Would you like to be alone, or shall I join you?” he asked, checking in on you.
  • “Nng… I can’t really walk right now, sorry,” you replied, hugging a heating pouch to your lower stomach.
  • He chuckled in return, “Then I’ll carry you there. Perhaps I should strip you, too?” He winked jokingly.
  • If this had been a normal day, you would’ve taken the chance to jump at him (because V’s hot and a sweetheart) but no, your cramps were killing you today. So no. No sinning today, MC.
  • He fed you chocolate as you sunk into your bath, letting the heat relax your muscles, significantly easing your cramps. He helped to wrap you in a towel, making sure you were warm.
  • By the time you went to bed, the cramps had more or less gone away for the night, and you happily snuggled into his chest, feeling comfortable, relaxed and loved.

Saeran

  • When he finished his morning shower, he found you groaning in pain on the bed, hugging a pillow tightly.
  • He snickered, “Was I too hard on you last night? I didn’t realize it was that bad…”
  • You shook your head, correcting him, “I’m on my periodddd…”
  • Immediately, his smile dropped. What the fuck?
  • “What… what is that supposed to mean?” he furrowed his eyebrows cutely, looking at you with pure confusion.
  • “I’m bleeding from my vagina, what else?” you rolled your eyes, deadpanning.
  • “Erm. Oh,” he stated in surprise. “Does… does ice cream help?”
  • “Ice cream doesn’t solve everything, Saeran…”
  • He frowned, not knowing what to do. Instead, he crawled into bed next to you. “Well, uhm, I don’t really know what to do… but, whenever I’m not feeling well, your hugs really help me, so if you don’t mind, I’m just going to cuddle with you… okay?”
  • You flashed a small smile at him, inwardly gushing at how adorable he was. “Of course!”
  • He smiled back with a hint of relief that he was doing something right. “Tell me if you need anything, okay?”
  • “And what if I said I only need you?” you joked.
  • He plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m the one who needs you. Please feel better soon…”
Stealing Sweaters (Part 10)

harry the oblivious idiot, i love that lol

If you’re new to the series start here! Links to the other parts on the bottom.



Harry sighed and looked through his trunk again, in case he had missed something the first three times he had looked but no such luck. All his hoodies were gone. He stood, letting his trunk fall closed with a clunk and went over to his bed, pulling up the sheets and looking underneath. He hadn’t worn any of them for ages not since things had started to go bad with Draco. He winced at the thought and the ache lodged firmly in his chest tightened.

“Lost something?”

Harry looked over at Neville, “My hoodies.” he frowned faintly, “but it’s fine. I’ll just wear one of my knit jumpers.”

Neville tipped his wand up, the fine mist that had been spraying over his plants stopped. He murmured and incantation and looped his wand over the little collection of plant, encasing them in a bubble like a miniature greenhouse. “Why not just steal one of Malfoy’s?” he suggested, “He’s always stealing yours after all.”

Harry grimaced, looking over at Draco’s empty bed, “No. We’re not… on good terms.”

Neville’s eyebrows rose slightly in surprise, “You two had a fight? Well, I’m sure you’ll work it out.” He looked over his plants again and gave a little nod before turning away, “Do you want anything from the kitchens?”

Harry shook his head, smiling weakly, “No thanks.”

Neville left and Harry realized he was still staring at Draco’s bed and pulled his eyes away. He stopped though when he noticed a green jumper laying over the end of Draco’s bed. It was darker than Slytherin green and was finely woven, unlike his jumpers from Molly.

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dear heartbreaker,
i’ve met someone else. he’s nothing like you. he’s all debates on whether tea or coffee is better, jazz music, clammy hands when he’s nervous and baseball caps. he’s nothing like you. he is fresh air seeping into my toxin filled lungs, which are all thanks to you. he’s nothing like you. I think that’s why i like him.

i’ve learned not to expect anything from men too early. they always seem to come up short on making spectacular impressions. we’re still at bashful sideways glances, flushed cheeks  and holding hands to fill the silence, and so far it has been enough. i remember when you and i went to the beach and i kissed you ankle-deep in ocean water. you tasted like salt and oranges and smoke, and i thought it was the most heavenly thing i’d ever tasted. maybe i was wrong. because lately i’ve been tasting spring rain and strawberries and something bubbly and it’s not as bittersweet as i thought it would be.


i don’t love him. it’s impossible for me to love him now, because you will still enter my mind more frequently than i’d like and leave my hands shaking. but i like the way his smile mixes my insides so i have to smile back, and the way his fingers brush lightly over mine when he wants to hold my hand. i don’t love him, but he makes me feel nervous and giddy, just the way early love should feel. i don’t love him, but i’m not sure if i still love you.


love,
not so heartbroken

—  letters i will never send #1
Padfoot’s patronus

Sirius x reader

For the anon who wanted patronus fluff, hope you enjoy!

Requested

“You’re late, (Y/N).” Mcgonagall commented, taking in my flushed cheeks and windblown hair as I arrived at the classroom door.

I blushed, shifting the strap of the bag on my shoulder. “Sorry Professor.”

She looked at me for a moment as if trying to work out why I looked so disgruntled before brushing away my apology, deciding it wasn’t worth her time. “It’s alright. Take a seat.”

I did as she said and made my way to the back of the classroom where the Marauders, Lily and Marlene sat. Lily frowned as she saw the blush on my cheeks; it wasn’t often I got embarrassed. “You alright?” she asked as I took a seat at the desk behind her, besides Sirius.

“Yeah. Just got stopped by Greenwood. He said my essay on the lunar cycle of Jupiter was ‘unsatisfactory’.”

They all groaned; everyone hated the new astronomy teacher, but for some reason he always appeared to have it out for me in particular.

“He’s just a greasy-haired git, (Y/N). I bet he’ll be gone soon- even old  McGonny can’t stand him.” James stated. “Besides, I bet your essay was better than all of ours.”

I rolled my eyes, but his comment had made me smile. “You know that’s not true James.”

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Blessing - Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader x dad!Stark

Words: 1179
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader x dad!Stark
Featuring: Clint Barton
Warnings: lotta love, cheesy ending.
Requested by anon
Pietro goes to Dad!Tony to ask for his blessing to marry reader. Tony’s not to keen on the idea because it’s speedy, but he makes reader happy and that’s all he can ask for as a loving father. Fluff ‘n’ stuff please.
Authors Note: I’m sorry this took so long to get out, I have been very unmotivated recently. Just happy it’s finally done :)

Pietro Masterlist. Masterlist.


“Tony, I need to talk to you!” Pietro ran around the base all day, trying to find your father long enough to get him to speak. Tony kept dodging Pietro and hiding from him by saying that he had to do work all over the base.

Clint rolled his eyes when Tony ran into the kitchen. “I swear, Tony, if you do not talk toPietro he’s going to explode. Just give him a few minutes to talk. He’s your daughter’s boyfriend, what if it’s important?” Of course, Clint knew what Pietro wanted to talk about; he’s basically Pietro’s father.

And Clint wasn’t lying; it was one of the most important things that could happen. “I don’t want to talk to him; he makes me mad! And to know he is having…intercourse… with my daughter does not make it any better for me,” Tony argued.

Clint cocked his head and rolled his eyes. “Come on; they have been dating for nearly two years. Give him a break; he’s really not that bad.”

Tony slowly turned his head to look at Clint. “You know what this is about, don’t you?” Tony walked closer.

“What? No, no, what gave you any idea that I know what he wants? No, psh, no!” Clint lied as he stood up to get away from Tony.

“Clint, get your ass back here!” Tony shouted and ran after Clint, but was stopped by a gust of wind.

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Perfect

Pairing: Destiel
Tags: High School AU, smut, friends to lovers
Prompt: 52.“Oh, gosh, you’ve insulted me! What ever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scared for years!”
Note: This was a prompt from a long time ago that I owe to @pretentiosity and @mishackl …..hope you like it an sorry it took forever!! <3

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“Oh, gosh, you’ve insulted me! What ever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scarred for years!”

Dean rolled his eyes and shoved Cas’s shoulder, making the shorter teen stumble a bit, “Shut up, Cas.” Cas laughed and straightened his backpack, “You know I hate when you do that.”

Cas ran a hand through his dark hair, “And you know I hate when you act like you accidentally saying ‘fag’ is going to hurt my feelings. I’m gay, Dean, it’s not a secret or anything.”

“I know you’re gay, Cas, but I shouldn’t have said that word,” Dean mumbled, keeping his eyes on the pavement, “I just feel bad talking about it around my dad because you know how he is and-”

Cas steps in front of Dean and places a hand on the taller boy’s chest, Dean’s eyes meet his and Cas falls in love all over again, “I said, it’s fine, Dean,” he repeats, a little slower so that it actually gets through the boys thick skull, “Okay?”

Dean nods and Cas can’t find it in himself to move his hand away from his best friends warm chest, where he can feel his strong heart beat and the way it flutters when he stares at his lips, “Cas?”

“Hm?” Cas shakes his head and pulls his hand away, clearing his throat and punching Dean’s chest to cover the awkward moment, “What do ya’ say we go and get ice cream and junk before we head to my house?”

Dean smiles, and Cas looks away before he stares again, “Yeah, let’s go…” he says as he goes off on a tangent about how it’s been forever since he’s had junk good, when in reality, Cas knows he’s had plenty. Because maybe Cas stays up and makes extra chocolate chip cookies to bring to school for Dean at lunch every Friday, and maybe it’s just to see that bright-eyed smile as he stuffs his cheeks so full he looks like a chipmunk.

Cas has been in love with Dean since the sixth grade and Cas came out in the eighth. He’d been dreading telling Dean because he already knew Mr. Winchester wasn’t the most gay-friendly man, but when he told Dean, the boy just smiled and thanked him for telling him. Cas figured he already knew.

-

“Captain America and Bucky are totally banging.”

Cas nearly chokes on his popcorn and turns to see Dean laughing at him, “What?”

Dean shrugs and pops a handful of popcorn in his mouth, “You don’t think so?”

Cas glances back at the screen and then back to his friend whose cheeks have turned pink, “No, I-I definitely think so, just…you do?”

Once again, Dean shrugs, “Yeah?”

Cas just smiles and shakes his head, turning back to the movie and trying not to focus on the feeling of Dean’s thigh pressed to his. The movie ends finishes and after finishing up the popcorn, they go up to Cas’s room and smoke a little, just enough to get a slight buzz. 

Dean’s smiling and talking about how much he loves Captain America, when he stops and looks at Cas, his head cocked in a way that makes Cas just die a little inside.

“He’s hot right? Captain America?”

Cas’s a little too relaxed to really react, but he nods, “Definitely.”

Dean smiles and starts to giggle, flopping down onto the bed next to Cas, their heads hanging off the side of the bed, “I’d totally let him fuck me.”

Cas pauses for a moment and lets that sink in before he turns and locks eyes with Dean, “What?”

“What’s it like?” Dean asks, and they both sit up, a little dizzy at the rush.

“What’s what like?”

Dean licks his lips and hesitates for a moment, “Kissing a guy.”

Cas’s breath hitches and he finds himself looking at Dean’s lips again, “It’s just…amazing.” Cas smiles, laughing a little, “Worth all the shit I get for being gay, that’s for sure.”

Dean smiles a little, and it’s a soft, happy smile that Cas loves seeing on his face, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Cas nods, swallowing and clearing his throat, “Uh, why’d you ask?”

It was Dean’s turn to clear his throat, “Just…you know, it’s, I was just curious.”

Cas moves a little closer and licks his lips, “Do you….Dean do you think…” he swallows and “Don’t get pissed at me,” he says, and Dean’s lip twitches, “but…do you…do you think you like…guys?”

“What? Cas, I’m not gay I-”

“Dean,” Cas interrupts before his friend gets any angrier, “There’s other…you could be bisexual or-”

“Bi-what?”

“It means you like guys and girls…” Cas said, watching Dean’s face for a reaction, and when his face relaxed, Cas continued, “Do you…is that why you…I mean, you did say you wanted Captain America to fuck you,” he laughed a little, trying to ease the tension, “And I know you like girls so….I mean, it’s not a bad thing, Dean.”

Dean looked down at the Star Wars blanket on Cas’s bed, “You kind of ruined my buzz.” he mumbles, and Cas smiles a little when Dean looks back up at him, “So you…I mean, you’re not bisexual, though, right? You’re just-you like guys?”

Cas chuckled this time and nodded, a blush hot on his cheeks, “Yeah, Dean, I only like guys.”

With a nod, Dean gives Cas a small smile, “Thanks, I guess.” Cas nods and silence fills the room.

“Did you, um, is that why you asked what it was like to kiss a guy?”

Dean’s face flushes red he clears his throat, “No, I mean, yeah, I just,” he shakes his head and looks back up at Cas, licking his lips, “It’s really…Looks nice.”

Cas’s heart is pounding and he swears Dean can hear it, “It is.” he swallows, looking down at Dean’s lips, “Did you-did you have anyone in mind? Other than Captain America?”

Dean smiles a little and Cas can’t take his eyes of his lips, “Chris Evans isn’t available, huh?” he jokes, and Cas watches his throat work before looking up into his eyes that are suddenly a little closer.

“Promise not to punch me?” Cas whispers, eyes locked on Dean’s.

“Yeah.” Dean breathes, “I promise.”

Cas glances at his lips then back to Dean’s eyes and takes a leap of faith and leans forward to press his lips to his. 

They’re even softer than he had imagined (he’d imagined a lot) and he wants to cry when Dean presses back. Cas reaches up with a trembling hand and places it on the back of his friend’s neck, angling his head to kiss him a little harder.

Dean makes a noise in the back of his throat and Cas pulls back, only for Dean to grab him by his shirt and whisper against his mouth, “Don’t stop.”

With a hitch in his breath, Cas goes back to kissing Dean, angling his head and parting his lips, sucking Dean’s plump bottom lip into his mouth and moaning along with Dean. Dean’s hand comes up and slides up his chest, and Cas licks into his mouth. Dean moans and pulls Cas even closer, and sooner than later, Cas finds himself in Dean’s lap, kissing him deeply as the other boy runs his fingers through this hair.

Cas pulls away when he finds himself grinding down onto Dean’s lap, surprised when he finds his friend as hard as he is, “Dean, what are we-”

“Cas,” Dean cuts him off, pulling him close and kissing him again, “I know you-I know you want me.” he says, and Cas blushes, but he’s too strung out to care, so he nods his head, “And I want you, want you so bad.”

Cas lets out a whimper and grinds back down on to Dean, letting the other boy kiss and suck at his neck while his fingers dig into his ass, “Fuck, Dean.” he breathes, feeling like he could come just like this.

Dean pants against his neck and pulls back to help Cas get his shirt off, immediately kissing his smooth, pale chest. His hand’s ghost up Cas’s back as his mouth latches onto a nipple. After Dean’s kissed every inch of his body, Cas gets Dean’s shirt off and slides down to do the same, and he’s pleased to find out that Dean’s nipples are just as sensitive, if not more. When he gets to his hips, Dean pulls Cas back up and kisses him again, and Cas moans when Dean hesitantly palms him through his jeans.

“I’ve never, I don’t know how-”

“You’re perfect,” Cas whispers, “Just do what you like.”

Dean swallows and nods, and after a lot more kissing, they both get out of their jeans and boxers. Cas moans at the sight of Dean’s perfect cock, and he cries out when Dean pulls him down and their cocks rub together. Dean’s panting and grinding up hard against Cas, gripping his ass and thrusting. Cas feels like he can’t breathe but he doesn’t want to stop kissing Dean.

“Cas, fuck.” Dean breathes, palming Cas’s smooth ass while he kisses him.

Cas nips at Dean’s bottom lip and pulls back, looking into his friend’s eyes and slowing they’re grinding, he reaches down between the two of them and taking both their cocks in his large hand. Dean’s back arches when their cocks are lined up and Cas watches with rapt amazement at the beautiful boy beneath him.

“You’re perfect, so beautiful,” Cas mumbles, beginning to stroke their cocks together, “Shit.”

Dean’s thrusting with each tug and his eyes shut when Cas’s thumb swirls over their slits. Cas’s balls drag over Dean’s as they move and he can’t help but stroke faster.

Dean’s perfect chest is rising and falling rapidly, and his face is a picture of pleasure; brows pulled together, mouth parted, and Cas wishes he could take a picture. 

It’s his turn to stutter when Dean’s hands find his hips and he flips them over, shocking Cas when he leans down to kiss him hard. Dean takes over and starts stroking their cocks, and Cas comes, unable to hold back as he looks up at Dean’s who’s stroking his cock.

Dean pulls his hand away and watches Cas gasp and moan with his .eyes on Dean the whole time, and then he’s stroking his own cock until he’s coming all over Cas’s stomach and spent cock. His head is thrown back and Cas wants to taste Dean’s come so bad, but he doesn’t want to push him.

When Dean comes back to himself, he looks down at the mess on Cas’s stomach and then back up to his friend. Cas watches as Dean’s face melts into one he’s seen before, like when his Dad told him he was a disappointment for not starting the first game of the season.

“Dean?” Cas asks quietly, and he’s sitting up when Dean grabs his boxers and bolts to the bathroom.

Cas is stunned and he looks down at his stomach and the cooling come and feels disgusting. He reaches down for a shirt and wipes himself off, pulling on his boxers and sits on the bed, thinking over what just happened. He hears the sink turn on and off and then he swears he hears Dean curse.

After what feels like hours, Cas gets up and walks over to the door, knocking once before opening it. Dean’s sitting on the bathtub’s edge looking up at Cas with wet eyes, and Cas wants to tell him he still looks beautiful.

“I”m sorry,” Dean says weakly, “Cas I didn’t, I’m so sorry, man I shouldn’t have-”

“Dean?” Cas says, walking up and kneeling in front of his friend, “Why are you apologizing?”

Dean stares at Cas like he’s lost his mind and a tear falls down his freckled cheek, “I just-I didn’t even ask and then I just-”

Cas takes a risk and kisses him, pressing harder when Dean hesitates, until they both melt into it. He pulls away and brushes his thumb over Dean’s cheekbone until he opens his eyes, “I never want you to apologize for kissing me or any of that other stuff.” he mumbles, and can’t help but press another kiss to his lips, “You’re perfect.”

“Cas,” Dean whispers, “Stop saying that, you know I’m not.”

“You are.” Cas says instead, and Dean gives him a glare that makes him smile, “I’ve always thought you were perfect.”

Dean sits there silently while Cas soothes him with small touches, his eyes fluttering shut after a while before he leans into kiss Cas, “You’re perfect too.” he says quietly, the blush on his cheeks making his freckles, Cas loves so much, stand out more.

Cas smiles slightly, blushing until he sees Dean’s face fall, “What?”

“I just…” he licks his lips and looks into Cas’s eyes, “We’re still…we’re still friends, right? We can be boyfriends and friends?”

Cas stares at his friend in shock before he smiles brightly, pulling Dean down with him until they both land on the floor, thankfully covered by a rug. Cas laughs while he kisses Dean and soon enough they’re both chuckling. Dean ends up beneath Cas, smiling up at him as Dean smiles back, his eyes wide and bright.

“You called me your boyfriend,” Cas says, his smile only falling a little, eyes still locked on Dean’s green orbs.

Dean blushes and Cas watches his eyes move over Cas’s face, “Is that okay?”

Cas laughs and pulls Dean in for another kiss, one that makes both of their boxers tent, “More than okay.”

Smirking, Dean’s hand trails down Cas’s side, “Is it perfect?”

Cas smiles and kisses Dean again, mumbling against his mouth, “Shut up.”

༺ in the open ✧ bella hadid

❝ and oh — did she quiver with anticipation at the excitement that may ensue. ❞

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The wind fell short as we shuffled into the nearly vacant bus, digits curled around the dark handle of my suitcase as I haphazardly trailed behind Bella. Despite the only other occupants being a gentle elder woman nose deep in a classic piece of text and the impatient driver glaring at us ( as if somehow that would get us to move any faster ), she still found her way to the very back, her own luggage settled in the chair up front. I quickly copied her actions, finding my way right by her side; no space found as the heat of her exposed thigh pressed up against mine. 

And with that, the hour and a half long trip began, droopy eyelids settling and headphones gently playing in one ear while Bella made minuscule observations of the passing landscape into the other. It was serene, really. Watching the way the sun shone against her porcelain skin and captured the very essence of her smile. She was my best friend, and she was beautiful. 

It was about a third into the trip that I had felt it. The back of a smooth palm gently brushing against my kneecap, a spurt of shivers instantly following in reply. My head snapped to attention, eyebrows furrowing curiously in both question and caution; what exactly was she attempting to go for? 

My gaze quickly averted to the grand rearview mirror in the very front of the bus; as if terrified the bus driver had noticed that. But what could he have noticed? A girl accidentally bumping into another in the most innocent sense? It was innocent, wasn’t it? 

And that’s all I presumed it to be— innocent. So I went back into my own world, eyelids drooping in an eager attempt to find my way into sleep. 

However, no more than five minutes could’ve passed before I felt that same feeling. Her skin against mine; this time, more bold. She gently pushed my legs open, her digits curiously traveling against the flesh of my inner thigh; a trail of goosebumps following in her wake. My eyes shot open, teeth sinking into my bottom lip. 

“Bels, what are ya doing, darling?” I mutter, daring to meet her gaze. 

“I’m… experimenting, you could call it.” She replies, so matter of fact and final yet holding that same coquettish lilt it always did. Her eyes, bright and seductive, were darker than usual, a deep shade I’d yet to discover before this moment. It could only be classified as lust. 

And in that moment, our lips encountered one another, the smell of strawberry chapstick infiltrating my senses. My eyes widened in shock, and for a moment I can’t necessarily process just what’s happened. But within seconds, I melt into it, our lips molding for a second before pulling away. The bus driver doesn’t even notice. 

Of course, I feel the need to mention it anyway. 

“Bella, we’re on a bus.” I chastise, cheeks flushed with embarrassment as my fingers grazed over my lips. I can’t shake off the overwhelming sensation of wanting more, vying for that renewed feeling of how soft she felt against me. All the meanwhile, her fingers stay teasingly at my inner thigh, phantoms of patterns gently painted. 

“That’s why it’s exciting.” She answers lowly, and I can feel a shiver run down my spine. I want to throw caution to the wind, I do, but my inhibitions are fighting me. Yet, I feel it, that heat pooling between my legs. She so easily had an effect on me with the simplest of touches. But it was the way she looked, and the tone of her voice, and g o d, her fingers on my thigh. 

“We shouldn’t…” I protest, weak; halfhearted. She simply chuckles, her head dipping down to press against the exposed skin of my shoulder. I can feel her teeth sinking into it, harsh in the most pleasurable sense, her fingers growing closer to where I want them with every second that agonizingly passed. 

My breath grew so shallow in such a short amount of time, and I was unsure if I was shaking out of the sheer anticipation of her touching me, or by the fact that at any second, someone could notice; whether the driver or the old lady, it didn’t matter. But I knew one thing: I was shaking because of how I didn’t care. 

Because at this exact moment, I knew I could keep trying to get her to stop. To say it’s wrong, to say we’ll get caught. But I didn’t want her to. I wanted to unravel for the aspiring supermodel next to me, melt into the way her chocolate tresses framed the porcelain skin of her picturesque face as she sucked on my skin, cerulean gaze darkened with lust as they stared at me. 

My breath hitched in my throat when she finally grazed her fingers against the practically sheer lace of my panties, gripping onto the back of the seat in front of me haphazardly.

“Oh.” I whispered shakily— not necessarily expecting how overwhelming that had been. The cold of her hand against the heat of my aching cunt was enough to send another gush right into my panties.

“Are you already so wet for me, baby?” She teases, pulling away from my shoulder. I can see the dark marks forming already. She soothes it with one last kiss, her fingers rubbing at my cunt through the fabric of my panties; my hips bucking into her hand desperately. I don’t know why I needed this so much. Why the thought of my best friend getting me off inside a bus made me so damn turned on. 

“So wet.” I reply shakily, barely able to spit it out through the shallowness of my breaths. 

“Tell me how bad you want my fingers inside you. Tell me how tight you are.”

“I want it so bad. I want to drench your fingers in my cum. You can make me feel so good. Please, p l e a s e. Please put…” I have to pause momentarily as her fingers apply a slight pressure against my throbbing clit. Close my eyes and enjoy it. But as soon as I stop talking, her fingers stop moving. So I continue. 

“… put your fingers deep in my pussy, Bels. I’ll wrap around them like a good girl, ride your fingers and let you stretch me out while you watch. Whisper your name. Let my cum stain these bus seats.” 

“You’re so eager, aren’t you?” And she relents. Finally. My panties pushed to the side, a single finger slipping in. It’s not enough. Not nearly. And it’s so slow. Painfully slow. I want more. So much more. 

“Don’t tease.” 

“Don’t be greedy.” She coos, her finger curling up and hitting my sweet spot as if I remind me she has complete control of the situation. That I never even had it for a second. 

My hips rock against her hand desperately, aching for it. For her to pound into me, for the sound of her fingers pumping into my slick little cunt to fill my ears but not the bus, for that release. 

“Please.” My fingers grip onto the bus seat, free hand digging nails into her shoulder; nearly breaking skin. It’s almost too much teasing. All the anticipation built up so much, I could explode right here, right now, without her doing any more than this. 

“Three, please. My pussy n e e d s it.” I practically beg, my voice coming out in a low whine. Bella’s teeth sink into her bottom lip, slipping in two other fingers. It stretches me, pain and pleasure in a beautiful mix as I let out a low moan without meaning to. Bella’s hand slams over my mouth to silence me, and I see a glint in her eyes. 

It’s mischievous. 

Without giving me time to adjust, she begins to pound into me, and I can see my juices sliding everywhere. Down my thighs, onto her hand, the bus seat. I’m fighting to throw my head back in pleasure. To know that Bella of all people was showing my poor little cunt no mercy, curling up into my sweetest spot and ramming into it without a second thought was enough to get me off, and to have the actual feeling of that occurring added onto it left me on the verge of tears the the pleasure, every inch of my body shaking with excitement. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” I whimper out, my hips jerking against her hand sloppily. 

“It feels so good.” 

“Oh, right there!”

“Oh, just like that Bella!” 

I can’t seem to shut up. Every part of my brain is telling me to scream out as I approach my climax, as Bella pounds into my little pussy. I’m so close I can taste it. I’m so close, my chest heaving up and down rapidly in pleasure as I bounce against Bella’s fingers, my gaze never leaving hers. 

Her thumb kneads my clit encouragingly, clockwise circles creating stars in my vision as it throbs with each round she makes. 

“Cum for me, baby.” She purrs, so sweet and seductive simultaneously; and I do. 

I let it all go, a silent scream escaping. My mouth wide open, my back arched off the seat, my nails so deep in Bella’s shoulder it draws blood. All while she continues to fuck me through it, never seeming to let loose. 

My toes curl and my eyes squeeze shot, entire body shaking with the overwhelming pleasure. It feels like a lifetime. 

Only once I come down from it all does she slip out of me, though my legs stay spread as she brings up her fingers to her lips, sucking it in and licking up every last inch of my cum. 

“So sweet.” She moaned, popping her fingers out. 

“I wonder what it would taste like directly from the source.” 

༺ Hi, guys! It’s been way too long since I’ve written, but I got so much inspiration to write this, and I thought of no one better to restart my blog with than my baby Bella. I hope you all continue to support me as I start fresh, and that you enjoyed this smut. Much love, Julietta.

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You’re pacing frantically in front of the Austin Fire Station, doing your god damn best to not hyperventilate. The fact that you even made it here is a fucking miracle. You literally sat in your driveway for a good hour, stupidly turning the ignition on and off in your car.

Considering the predicament you’re in, you appear to be quite pulled together. You’re even donning clean clothes and light makeup, a vast improvement over the last few days.

So now here you are at your friend Jensen’s place of employment, meeting him to spill the news that has you in such a tizzy.

“Hey, hun.” Jensen somehow appears out of fucking nowhere, the sound of his simple greeting startling you.

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