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Please, Oppa

hoseok x reader ; part two of “yes, oppa”

Genre: Smut
Word Count: 5100ish words
Oppa needs a good kitten.

A/N: So Im gonna be honest here and say I did not reread this cuz I promised it would be up tonight, so I’ll go back over it, edit it, make it better, and add a gif later. But here you guys go, please enjoy. I’m going the fuck to sleep because its 5:30am and I have work in two hours. You can thank the mother fucking cameraman for Music Bank, as well as my sunshine because mother of god, Hoseok, keep your goddam hands off your fucking cock while on live television, I swear to god -

It took the entire trip the bedroom plus the time in between being shoved against a wall and feeling Hoseok’s teeth on the flushed skin of your neck for you to come to terms with the fact that this was actually happening. Previous episode on the couch notwithstanding, you were actually about play with Jung Hoseok.

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Giving love a shot part 56

♤Jay’s views ♤

*AOMG OFFICE *

What exactly have I done? Jaeha doesn’t deserve any of that. The next few days all she does is stays in bed and barely eat anything.

Lina: you wanted to see me?

Jay: yeah.

Lina: okay

Jay: look you’re a really great dancer and also working with you for so many years, I realize  that you’re also an good person. But-

Lina: working with me makes your marriage life complicated.

Jay: ye..ah

Lina: I understand. It’s all of my fault

In the end I let Lina go, at the end of the day my family is more important. While I’m not actively performing, I still come to the studio to record.

Dok2: you look like shit

Jay: I feel like it

Dok2: what’s up? Princess is giving you problems?

Jay: the same way it’s always been.

Dok2: what did you do?

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Hunters Don’t Cry: Part 5

Pairings: Dean x Reader x BestFriend Sam

Summary: Catch up here 

The reader and Dean have to make a choice but can Dean step up to the plate?

Author’s Note: Thank you for so much positive feedback, lovies. You are all amazing! If you want to be tagged, please ask. Also I am accepting ideas for one shots/stories! 

Warnings: Language





“Oh, their so perfect, (Y/N).” Sam cooed at his newborn nieces. They were perfect. They were identical, green eyes and ash blond hair. They looked like their father.

“Nine months pregnant and they come out looking like Dean.” I sat in my bed holding one the unnamed newborns.

“He would be so happy right now.”

“I know Sammy, I know.” I looked at these little girls and I saw the world. They were my world and nothing else mattered.

“What are you naming them? This one already has Dean’s mugshot face down.” He grinned and tapped on her little nose. “Bop”

“Brinley Ellen and Brielle Johanna Winchester.” I knew these two were going to be strong, so they needed to be named after strong women. I knew they were going to have hunting in their blood, but that world was behind me and they were ahead.

“You mean to tell me Sam was there the day they were born. Sam was the one who held my daughters? It was fucking Sam?!” Dean was screaming and being dramatic, like normal.

“Well it could have been you Dean, but here we are.” I was standing across the room from him as he packed his bags. Our hunt was over and we were supposed to be taking time off. That wasn’t happening. There was a Ghoul infestation in a small town in North Carolina, people were dropping left and right.

“Yeah, here we are. We are both grown adults now. Do they.. do they even know about me.“ His voice broke as he tossed his shirts on top of the other clothes. He was hurting, but so was I. I walked over to him grabbing his shirts and started folding them, how I used to.

"Of course they do Dean.”

“Do they know me as their father?” He looked at me like I had ripped his heart in two.

“No.” He looked away from me and clenches his fist. “You’re Uncle SamSam’s brother. You travel a lot and that’s why you never visit. The stories Sam tells them, you’re a superhero in their eyes.” I felt the tears coming. “You are their superhero Dean. When Brinley grows up she wants to be like Uncle Dean. Brielle wants to be a mermaid. They are smart and strong. They were born to be hunters, but I don’t want that life for them. I didn’t get a choice. We didn’t get a choice. I want them to be kids.”

I’ve never seen Dean so emotional. I’ve never seen him this hurt. He pulls me into him, holding me but not saying anything. His hand rubbed up and down my back, just like he used to. His face was burrowed in my hair, nuzzling to get closer.

“I’ll show you I’m a decent man. I’ll show you I can be a good father. I want our girls home.” That was the words I wanted him to say all along. “I’m so sorry for ever making you be alone. I would take it all back if I could. I can’t. So I have to live with it. I don’t ever want you to forgive me for what I did to you, to them. I can’t forgive myself. I don’t ever expect for you to love me but know I will love you until the end of time. Know that I will love them and never deny them. Even if one is weird and likes that Justin Beaver. I want nothing more than seeing their booster seats in the back of Baby, with you by my side. I want to accidentally sit on one of those damn Barbie dolls for the millionth time. I want to do it with you. Hell, I want a whole litter of Winchesters. I wanted that since we were young. I don’t know what I was thinking when I let you go. But I fucked up and I’ll never forgive myself. When you’re ready, I would love to finally meet them. I want to know my baby girls.”

I was crying, no, I was sobbing until I couldn’t breathe. I knew Dean Winchester. This was my Dean who was talking. Whoever it was back then wasn’t my Dean. Even then I wasn’t ready, it needed to happen. Not right now though.

“I fucking hate you so much.” My face buried deeper into his chest and he just held me tighter. “I’m sorry I didn’t fight, Dean. I’m sorry I left. I was just done. I was just so hurt and lost. When you said those things to me, it was the straw that broke the camels back. Give us this hunt. It’s going to be about two weeks, give me two weeks to decide.”

“Okay.” He let go and placed a tender kiss on my forehead. “Two weeks.”

“Do you want to see them though?” He looked at me with a bit of confusion. I pulled the photo album out of my duffle, it wasn’t much but it was memories. “From birth to now.”

He started flipping through the album. He smiled and reacted to the photos better than I could have imagined. I pointed through guiding them.

“This was the day they were born.” I was holding both of them, Sam was on my right and Samantha was on my left. “Oh, this was their first bath and this was their first birthday. Brielle loves cake but Brinley loves pie. Everything in pie form, that girl will eat. This was the first time they had spaghetti and here’s Brielle holding a duck.” In that moment, everything had changed. It was real. They were real to him. He kept flipping through the photos as he watched them age before his eyes. “They both love classic rock. Brielle enjoys AC/DC and Brinley swears Guns and Roses is the best thing in the world.”

“Their beautiful.” He wiped his tears and continued flipping through.

“They look just like you and act like it too. They are pure Winchester. You couldn’t denied them if you tried.”

“I would never want to.” He came to the end of the book and was disappointed, he was wanting more.

“Samantha has basically every day of their lives recorded and tons more pictures. I can have her email the videos and we can watch them if you would like?”

“I would love that.” He started to hand me back the photo album but I pushed it back to him.
“I have multiple copies of everything, you keep these.”

“Thank you.” He started looking through again, taking in everything once more.

I walked out of Dean’s “room” and down to the room Tiffany now claimed. I looked through her cracked door as she was packing

“Knock knock.” I opened the door as she looked at me. “Mind if I come in?”

“Sure, come on.” She had more clothes than any of us and nothing was proper hunting attire.

“You know if you are going to become a hunter, you have got to find some form on sensible foot wear.” I grabbed one of the stilettos on the bed, knowing I would die if I wore a pair of these.

“I can’t become a hunter. I’m not like y'all.” She sighed and looked at me, worried.

“Well not with that attitude.” I responded. “You’ve been in this life now, you can’t walk away. With how many things out there that want to kill the Winchesters, you have to be.”

“What’s the point. Dean never loved me. Sam hates me and so do you. Why should I stay?”

“I don’t hate you. Im sorry about Dean and Sam… that one you will have to figure out on your own.” I sat down on her bed and leaned back.

“You busted my face two days ago.”

“You ripped out my stitches.”

“Sorry about that.” She apologized.

“Sorry about everything else.”

“It wasn’t your fault. I was stupid. When I saw Dean in that bar, I made the first move. He pushed me away the first few tries, but after he got drunk, I took advantage of that. I fell for him and I tried to do everything I could to make him love me like he loved you. He talked about you in his sleep, sometimes he would moan your name during sex. I was just a rebound. Dean’s not a bad guy. I didn’t know the truth and I tried to feed on it so he wouldn’t leave me. I was scared I was going to end up back in that town, with my alcoholic father and abusive ex-husband.”

“I forgive you, a million times. You won’t ever have to go back there. It will take some time, but having you around will be a good thing. You’re going to be a great hunter. Also I know this really great guy that I think would be perfect for you.”

“You guys rebound fast from relationships.” She was laughing as she finished her packing.

“It’s a hunter’s thing. Hit it and quit it. But really, he’s a great guy. We are going to meet up with him when we get to North Carolina in the next few days.”

“What’s his name?”

“Garth.” I walked out of the room, leaving her to ponder about Garth. He was a good guy and he deserved a good girl.

I saw Sam in the hall, rolling his bags out by his door.

“I just hear you tell Tiffany about Garth?” He asked, laughing.

“Shut up, they would be good together.” Sam just shook his head, thinking what we both were thinking.

“I overheard you and Dean…”

“And….”

“I think it’s a great idea. Also I’ve missed the munchkins too. I have a bag of things I’ve been picking up for them over the past few months and I don’t have anymore space.”

“You are going to spoil them, Sam.”

“Just wait till Dean starts.” I rolled my eyes at the thought of Dean getting the girls a remote control car or a Swiss Army knife. “I think this is going to be good.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“But what do I say? Hey baby girls, meet your dad, it’s really Uncle Dean?” I threw my arms up and leaned against the rotting wall.

"You’ll figure it out, you always do.” He walked back into his room and shut the door behind him.

I heard whispering from back down the hall. It was coming from Dean’s room.

“I promise the moment I meet you two, I won’t fuck that up. I promise to never leave you again. I’ll teach you how to rebuild a car engine, we can play dress up, and braid Uncle Sam’s hair while he sleeps. I’ll be the best dad I can be. I’ll protect you and love you no matter what.”

He traced their faces with his finger. I knew Dean would make a good father. I find myself a decent mom. The problem is, how will we be good together and save the world at the same time?


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So much Tension: Harry x Plus size reader

Summary: Y/n and Harry build tension

word count: 1.6k  

Smut or Fluff 

School. High school more or less it was something everyone had to go through, a part of life: for some it could be the greatest years of your life; which is sad, or the worst which is also sad. You were the normal girl, well as normal as you can be for a bigger girl, with arm fat, tummy rolls and thick thighs but that didn’t stop you for trying to have fun during your years.

It was the end of the year you were excited because the last year after this you go to uni and actually start living as adult, It was another morning of groaning that you didn’t want to get up for school, sitting up on your bed still asleep when you heard a pounding on your door,

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