#also me: let me write paragraphs on how he undresses reader with his eyes and his stupidly cute smirk

[touyaz]

1.2k words in and nao is finally touching da bussy 🤕🤕🤕

[slowpoke-fics]

Migraine

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean x reader, platonic Sam x Reader

Summary: reader is scared to let the boys in and tell them about the chronic migraines she suffers from, after a hunt the truth comes out and you're shocked with how they respond

Warnings: smut, no a too whole lot, two paragraphs on 3000 words, nothing too triggering I think, medicine, as always, I might have missed something read at your o w n risk

A/N: It might be a little long, tbh I dont know what a long/short fic looks like but it's def one I could've split and didn't. I really enjoyed writing this one, am having a little bit of a block after writing six fics in a day. shout out to my first smut in at least five years.

You had been hunting with Sam and Dean for a couple of months, finally feeling like you had earned your place. You didn't feel comfortable letting them know your weaknesses, which is why you didn't tell them you had migraines. You were able to cover for the most part, hiding it from the family you've come to know quite well. Most of the time. Sometimes you just couldn't, the pain overbearing and you just had to stay in bed all day, "It's just cramps." You lied to the boys, who assumed that you were covering your face and curled up like a child because of your embarrassment and pain. Sooner or later they will find out, and that's just what happened on this witch hunt.

You were the first one back into the motel, just wanting to lie down, Sam and Dean following suit. Dean slammed the door, causing you to jump with a jolt of pain to your head, reminding you of the already particularly bad headache you had. Thank god you'd be home soon. You went into the bathroom, wanting to shower after a long day of hunting the witch down, turning the lights off as you shut the door, you sighed, the pain growing. You turned the shower on, making it just a little warm, undressing and sitting down, putting your knees close to yourself, held together by your crossed arms with your head on your knees just enjoying the relief the water brings you.

You must've lost track of time because the next thing you hear is Dean, pounding on the bathroom door, basically screaming, "Y/n, damn, we want hot water!" You groaned, "Fuck off Dean! I'll be out in a minute," you shouted, much harsher than you wanted. You heard Dean grumble but couldn't understand it. Ignoring him, you finished washing your body, head already hurting bad enough it was too much to have to stand and wash, worried you might puke if you moved around more than you needed.

You came out of the shower, laying on the bed, closing your eyes, waiting to leave when you heard Sam speak up. "Did you get hurt and not tell us?" You rolled your eyes, then rose up and looked at Sam. "What?" You were confused, why would you not tell them if you got hurt? You looked over your body for any marks as Dean spoke, "Why else would you take so damn long?" You glared at him, "Sorry, I guess I won't enjoy my showers anymore." You laid back down, Dean looked at you with a pang of guilt you didn't see. He was just, in his own way, trying to check on you.

When both Sam and Dean had showered, you packed up your stuff, not caring if you left anything behind, you led out the door, crawling into the backseat of the impala. As you started rolling out, you realized it was going to be a long trip when the first wave of nausea hit you. Leaning into the window, enjoying the cold, you closed your eyes, knowing sleep would not come.

About two hours into the trip back to the bunker, after not saying a single word, you finally spoke up. "Dean," he looked at you through the rearview mirror, "pull the car over, Sam you gotta let me out." Dean was a little shocked, "What," he said quickly. "Pull the car over, before I hurl in your baby." At that, the car near immediately stopped, Sam quickly allowing you to get out. Almost as soon as your foot hit the ground, before you were even all the way out of the car, vomit spewed from your mouth. Sam was rubbing your back, not sure why you were sick, as you'd never gotten car sick.

Dean got out of the car, circling it to come to your side, worry written all over his face. Dean replaced Sam, Dean whispering something to him that you couldn't hear over the splashing on the road. You heard the car door shut, and felt Dean pull your hair back. Once you were done, Dean, helping you raise up, asked, "What's going on?" You looked at him, worry still plastered on his face.

"Nothing, I just got car sick," still feeling like you could throw up, you took a deep breath. The pain of your headache intensified by the fit. Dean laughed a little, "You've never gotten car sick in your life," shaking his head and adding, "I mean," down to a whisper, "are you pregnant?" You had to laugh a little, regretting as pain soared through your head, "No, Dean, why would you even ask that?"

"Well, in the same night you take an hour longer showering than you usually do and vomit on the side of the road." He smirked, reminiscing, "I mean after our encounter a couple of months ago-" You had to interrupt him, "We fucked once, I also recall telling you I was on birth control." Dean chuckled, "What can I say? I've got strong swimmers." Smug son of a bitch. "I'm not, can we please just go home? I got car sick, it happens."

Dean got very serious, "Not until you tell me what's going on, I'm worried now." Silently panicking, afraid that if you told them you had chronic migraines they'd think you couldn't go on hunts and you'd be alone again, but really not wanting him to worry, you finally spoke up, "It's just a migraine." Dean's face contorted in confusion, "A migraine? Since when do you get migraines?" You looked away from him, toward the trees lining the side of the road, "They're chronic, I've had them for years." Deans face softened, he reached for his passenger door and opened it for you, allowing you to crawl in.

"You all right?" Sam spoke from the backseat, thankful you didn't have to crawl back there again. You just nodded, bringing your knees to your chest and lying back against the window with your eyes closed. Dean started the car and after a few minutes he couldn't keep his mouth shut, "Why didn't you just tell us?" Sam didn't say anything, also wanting to know why this was such a big deal for you to keep a secret.

You took a sharp breath in, not moving a muscle, not even looking at them, "I was afraid you'd tell me I couldn't hunt with you guys anymore." Dean looks at sam through the rearview, the guilt on Sams face matching his own, "We would never-" Dean gripped the wheel a little tighter, "We would have worked around them, so you can be home when they're this bad. It wouldn't be puking on the side of the road horrible." Dean shook his head, reaching across to you to rub your arm, you looked at him, and he jerked his head in a come here motion. You did as you were told, starting to scoot over, he redirected your movements so your head was in his lap. His fingers running through your hair, his hand finding the back of your neck apply just a tiny bit of pressure right at the base of your skull, rubbing up and down softly, alleviating some of the pain, somehow letting you sleep the remaining trip.

When you woke up Sam was already out of the car, Dean opening your door you sleepily sat at the edge of the seat, head throbbing. Putting your hand on your forehead, elbow on the back of his bench seat, eyes still closed, you felt Dean pull your hands to his neck. "No," you jerked back, eyes filled with tears at how bad the morning light was making you feel, "I can walk." Dean huffed, "Shut up and let me carry you." You resigned and put your arms around his neck, laying your head in the crook of his neck, loving how he smelled.

You noticed as he carried you in, every single light that could be out, was. Sam must've done that for you. Opening the door to his room, you started to protest, "Shhh," he gently laid you on the bed and pulled the covers up for you, "just let me." Dean left the room, you're not sure where, but there was a pang of sadness in your chest, wanting to be near him. He came back and placed a cool rag on the back of your neck and one on your forehead, he touched your lips, slowly dragging his thumb over your lips, speaking softly, "Open up, let this pill dissolve on your tongue okay? It might be a little nasty, but it'll help." You took the pill, as it started to dissolve you scrunched up your face at the nasty taste, causing Dean to chuckle.

Dean headed to he door, it was now or never, "Will-" you started and your voice broke a little, you're not sure out of embarrassment or pain, "will you stay?" Dean smiled at you, coming to the side of the bed, crawling under the covers with you, "As long as you want me." You rolled over to him, laying your head on his chest as he put his arm around you. He started playing with your hair, running his fingers up and down your arm.

You wanted to be able to properly enjoy this, but your head hurt so bad. After about fifteen minutes you couldn't help but cry, silently, wanting the headache to go away. Dean noticed, feeling his damp shirt, he didn't say anything, just kissed your head. "They're not normally this bad," you sniffled, "I can usually push through them." Dean started rubbing your back, knowing how nervous you were to tell them, not really understanding why you'd believe they would say you couldn't hunt with them. "Y/n," he contemplated on what to say.

"You don't have to hide anything from us, you don't have to push through them, if you're in pain it's okay, we all have our faults, you don't ever have to be afraid that we'd tell you to leave. You're our family now, we need you. I need you." Your heart skipped a beat, did he really need you? In what way does he need you? "What do you mean?" Dean had to admit it, had to come clean, now or never.

"I don't mean just hunts," you looked up at him, shocked, tear stained eyes which broke his heart. He gently cupped your face, leaning forward and bringing his lips to yours, you instantly responded, pressing into the kiss, letting him slip his tongue into your mouth, he pulled back, "God you taste better than ever." You laughed, laying your head back down, "Okay, I understand." He couldn't do chick flic, it was hard enough for him to say he needed you, but he needed you to know.

Sam came in, replacing your rags, "You want some more medicine?" You nodded, pushing your hand on Dean's chest so he knew he couldn't get up. "Sammy, she'd love that but doesn't want me to get up." Sam laughed, your cheeks flushing, "No problem, Y/n." Dean placed his hand on yours, "I feel like a bath might help, I can run you one." You shrugged, "lotta work." Dean copied your shrug, "Not really, just gotta start the water and put the bubbles in." You instantly responded, talking over him, "Not you, me," you pause and lifted your head to looked at him, eyebrow cocked, "bubbles? I don't have bubbles?" Dean laughed heartily, "Not you, me. My bubbles and my work, I'll do it all, nothing I ain't seen before." He winked at you, smug bastard. You laid your head back down on his chest, shrugging again.

Sam came back, Dean lifting his hand up to take the medicine from Sam as you lifted yourself up and grabbed the cup from him, "It's coffee, it might help." You couldn't turn to face him, didn't want to, "Thank you so much." Sam smiled, but you couldn't see, "Of course, anything." You heard the door close softly as you took your place back on Dean, resting the cup on his chest.

After a few minutes after you had taken the medicine, Dean slid from underneath you, taking the coffee cup, causing you to groan in displeasure. Dean chuckled, and headed toward the bathroom. Once in there he lit a singular candle, started the water, and put the bubbles in. Coming back to you he wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you move your limbs to where they needed to be.

He sat you down on the bathroom sink, while he took his shirt off you removed your own. He reached behind you, unclasping your bra and pulling it off you. Dean wanted to tell you how gorgeous you were, wanted to touch you, but he knew you were more than not up for it. He knows when to be respectful and when to be downright filthy. You slid off the counter, you pushed your pants down, just enough so they could effortlessly fall off of you.

Dean stepped into the tub first, holding his hand out to you. You happily took it, just wanting to lie back down. Dean put your back to him, wrapping an arm around you he slunk to the ground, water splashing lightly. He pulled you back to him, allowing you to lay your head back on him. His fingers found their way to your scalp, applying a small amount of pressure, taking some of your pain. You had no idea that the Dean Winchester could be this, soft.

You just laid there with Dean, letting the water sooth you, letting Dean make this better. You couldn't think, just lay. You don't know how long you laid there, laid in complete silence with Dean taking care of you. "Do you want me to touch you?" Dean spoke, barely loud enough that you could hear him, you hummed, wordlessly asking what he meant. "I did some research while we were in the bed, lots of women have said that masturbating can seriously help." Still speaking softly, making sure that you weren't going to get overstimulated. You thought for a minute, all the times that you had touched yourself in hopes for the pain to lessen-all the times it worked. "Mhmm." Dean just continued rubbing your scalp, "Say it." A twinge of need pooled inside you, "Touch me Dean, I want it."

Dean needed no further encouragement, he needed to know this is what you wanted, needed you to admit it. He wasted no time, slowly working his hands to your nipples, fingers teasing, tickling their way to touch you. He twirled your nipples between his thumb and index finer, gently pulling them up, eliciting a whimper from you. "Don't worry good girl, I'm gonna make you feel better." Deans hands trailed to your waist, pulling you up a couple of inches, giving him better access.

Dean's right hand tiptoed to your clit, gently rubbing your bundle of nerves, rubbing circles until your hips bucked forward, wanting more. Dean's left hand moving to your lower stomach, resting lazily. You opened your eyes and stared into his eyes, a soft moan falling from your lips, "More." Dean smirked, quickly raising his left hand to push your head back, nonverbally communicating for you to rest, just enjoy this, then returning his hand to it's home.

Dean's thick fingers slid inside you with a thrilling stretch, you gasped, forgetting how good he filled you up. "Good girl, I know you can take it," Dean started to pump his fingers slowly, curling them upwards to hit just the right spot. "Mmmm," you hummed, almost singing, "please." Dean sped up, his fingers hitting your g-spot, palm rubbing your clit, you clenched tightly around him, slowing him down but making him damn near growl. You bucked your hips forward, panting, squeezing his wrist with one hand and grabbing the side of the tub with the other. "Gonna make you cum," Dean nipped your earlobe, a whimper. "Gonna show you that you need me," moved to your neck, a moan. "Gonna remind you what it feels like to gush around me," another nibble, another kiss. A desperate desire pooled in your belly, pussy clenching, clit throbbing. "You gonna cum for me? Cum on my fingers like a good girl?" Dean pressed his left hand down, the pressure sending you over the edge, you spasmed around his fingers, legs shaking, juices leaking out of you and into the tub. He let you ride it out, until your legs had calmed and you had stopped pulsating around his fingers. He moved his hands back to your scalp, continuing the previous scalp massage.

You tried to catch your breath, his thick cock resting between your legs, you could almost see it throb. You reached in-between your legs, starting to pump his cock but he moved your hand. "No," he kissed your lips, then your forehead, "once you're feeling better we can discuss it." You moved your hand to rest on his thigh, "can we just lay here a minute?" He hummed in approval, letting you close your eyes and enjoy the moment of bliss.

After awhile, you had almost fallen asleep, Dean started to get up, slowly dragging himself out of the tub careful not to disturb you too much. Once Dean had found the towel in the under lit room he reached his hand to you, helping you stand up. You stepped out of the tub, reaching for the towel but he pulls it just out of your reach. Dean sighs, "You may feel a little better but I still want to take care of you," starting to pat you dry, making sure to get the dripping tips of your beautiful hair, "I want to, please let me." You let him finish drying you off, let him slip his own shirt and boxers on you, wondering when he'd have gotten them. You even let him carry you back to his bed. Once he laid down, you were immediately beside him, filling the perfect spot next to him. "Sleep." He commanded, it was not a suggestion, and you did.

When you woke up, your back was facing Dean, his chest pressed to you, arm wrapped tightly around you like you'd run. You turned a little to look at his sleeping form, surprised when his eyes fluttered open, "Mornin', any better?" You turned towards him, placing your leg between his, your own arm underneath his and wrapped around him, "Manageable." You laid there, for how long you weren't sure. Eventually Dean spoke up, "We should go get some breakfast." You nodded, reluctantly rolling to the side of his bed, swinging your legs over.

You and Dean walked to the kitchen, Sam already cooking, hearing you cross the threshold into the kitchen he spun around. Upon realizing you guys had gotten up he immediately grabbed the coffee pot and filled up the cup sitting next to a few pills on the counter and creamer. You gently chuckled, "What a saint," you slapped Deans arm. "I told you," Dean started as you sat down and he moved to get his own cup of coffee, "we could've helped you manage."

You started fiddling your thumbs, not able to look at the boys, "I know-sigh-I was afraid, I'm sorry, I know it's dumb but-" looking to Dean, "I was afraid I'd be too much, lose the family I've come to love. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." Sam turned to you, pausing from the breakfast. "It's not dumb, Y/n. If you're hurting, if you're struggling, if you're afraid, we face it together, all three of us. Because you're right, we're family, and you belong here. Your problems are ours." Dean beside you now, hand placed on your back, thumb drawing small figure eight's, "We can help you, face anything this hellhole throws at us, stick together and say fuck it together," a kiss placed on your lips, pressing into you with loving force, "you just have to let me."

[ajokeformur-ray]

Hey we talked earlier. I just wanted to send my request before I forget. Can you write a fluff piece where the reader has an emotional break down and Arthur comforts her? One day it gets to be too much. She screams and starts to cry. Arthur comforts her, helps her get a bath and cuddles in bed with her. Thanks so much ❤️

Hi, my love! Yes, I remember asking you to send this in to me so I didn’t accidentally forget about it - it’s so hard to keep track of DMs and I really appreciate you taking the time to send this in to me.  I’m really sorry that I wasn’t able to get this out to you in time, life has been... quite difficult lately and it’s gotten in the way of things I want to do. I hope you like this, darling, and that things get better for you!💚

TW; dissociative tendencies, general sadness, non-sexual nudity (Arthur gives you a bath), ONE reference to being suicidal right at the end of this piece (Arthur’s thoughts; canon). If you think that any of these warnings may negatively affect you in any way then please consider skipping this piece. Take care of yourselves, loves!

Word count: 2, 874. 

You could feel how close you were to breaking down. It was approaching you a little bit closer every single day and at this point, there was little to nothing which could be done to stop it from happening. You were too far gone and, if you were really being truthful with yourself, you didn’t want to even try to stop it from happening. What was the point? It would happen whether you wanted it to or not, such was the stage you had reached within yourself. You didn’t have the time to break down emotionally, but that was the difficult thing about feelings. They demanded to be felt and you could only wait it out and hope that the resulting destruction wasn’t the wrong kind of chaos.

You knew not when the oncoming storm would become the incoming storm, but you knew, somewhere deep inside your tormented soul, that it wouldn’t be long. You could feel yourself beginning to crack around your rough edges. You could feel the world becoming both too loud and yet too quiet. Everything was muted by the roaring of blood in your ears and yet heightened was it in sound by the pounding in your head, which only made you more susceptible to headaches caused by stress. When Arthur touched you, it was like electricity was crawling across the surface of your skin. You were hyper aware of every moment during which his arm brushed against you when he walked past you in the apartment; the touch both accidental but also something which Arthur needed so that he knew you were right there beside him. When someone spoke, it was too loud and yet too quiet. Whenever you had a moment to yourself, you became aware of how desperately you needed to cry, to scream out to the world about your pains.

You felt invisible...

... But not alone.

Never were you alone when you were with Arthur. You had known great loneliness in your life, and horrible bouts of isolation when situations and circumstances bigger than you had taken your loved ones away from you for who knew how long, but since the day you had met Arthur, a seemingly ordinary way which had witnessed the very birth of serendipity, you hadn’t ever felt truly alone. Even in your perceived invisibility were you seen by him, just as you were the only one to see him when he, too, thought himself to be invisible.If anyone understood what you were going through, it was Arthur. He, who had been so abused, neglected and mistreated in multiple ways across his three decades and some of life. He, who had been tried and tested, used up and left for dead. He... who held your battered heart in the palms of his weathered hands and desperately tried to help you with the strength of his death defying love for you. There was nothing which Arthur wouldn’t do for you, just as there was nothing which you wouldn’t do for him, and each and every day did the two of you prove this depth of love to the other person.

You were this close to breaking down emotionally. You both hoped that you were alone when the storm tailored to your experiences hit, and wished that Arthur was there to see it happen so that he could be there for you. All, if not most, of the old wives’ tales which you had been raised on had even a small amount of truth to them, and so you should have known to be careful what you wish for. 

In the end, all it took was for Arthur to look at you.

There was nothing... special about the look on his face. He just glanced over at you from where he was stood in the living room, his sea green eyes sought out your own and... you lost the fight. Your breath caught in your throat and you coughed a little, as if to clear your airways. But there was nothing to be cleared. Your breath caught again and your sharp inhale made Arthur’s gaze sharpen as he looked at you, as he really looked at you. He had known that something wasn’t right, he had known that you were suffering, but he also knew you well enough to know that he couldn’t push you to tell him. With patience and persistence and a great deal of worry had Arthur simply waited for the inevitable, just as you had. All at once did everything come crashing down and Arthur saw the precise second that your ceramic mask, the one you put on every day before you left the apartment, slipped off your face and shattered all over the floor into a thousand pieces. A scream had an ice cold grip around your tried heart and it clawed its way up to your throat, up, up. It was right on the tip of your tongue and you clamped a hand down over your mouth to muffle the desperate noise which escaped you.

Arthur’s dark brows were furrowed and almost touching, so deep was his concern for you, and he cooed in understanding. “Oh, Y/N,” Arthur opened his arms, ready to welcome you home. His tone was soft and his words were gentle. Arthur was everything you needed in this moment but his sympathy, as warm as summer, only made you feel worse, somehow. You took one step forward, and then another, and a paragraph from a page in Arthur’s journal which you had accidentally read once slipped into your mind just as you fell into Arthur’s arms. Step step step step step. “Come here, darling. I’m here. Not going anywhere.” You remained in Arthur’s arms for only a few moments, tears beginning to blur your vision. The urge to scream was still there, but you didn’t give into it. Instead, you found yourself wanting to cry. It was a more peaceful mode of self-expression and you tried to be casual in the way you swiped a hand over your face. But Arthur knew you like he knew the backs of his veiny, weathered hands, and he saw you. “Why don’t we get you a bath, hm?” You nodded, your breaths coming faster now, and quicker. Arthur shushed you gently and his thin lips, cool to the touch, pressed a tender, lingering kiss to your temple. 

You closed your eyes to fully enjoy and to take in Arthur’s gentle, tender affections, and the man cooed in sympathy once more as he walked with you to the bathroom. His steps were slow and measured and you thought that you picked up on his humming of Slap that Bass, though you were unsure due to how beautifully off-key Arthur was. Your own mind seemed far away and yet so close to you and through a television screen did you watch Arthur turn the taps, the tendons in his wrists so prominent as they seemed to almost protrude through his skin. Oh, how badly you wanted to press a kiss to his pulse point. To feel his heartbeat against your lips, to feel the most real proof of his existence right there. You wanted Arthur in the most emotionally intimate of ways and you knew that Arthur knew exactly how to give that to you. The bath filled quickly with water and you got yourself undressed. You were shy about your body, especially in front of Arthur, but you were too emotionally distraught to do much about it. The gentleness with which Arthur took care of you as he washed your hair only caused tears to come into your eyes and Arthur shushed you quietly. He meant not to tell you to be quiet, he meant not to tell you that you couldn’t cry, but he was meaning to tell you that he was there with you. That it was his deft fingers in your hair as he used the right amount of each of your products. Somehow did he know that you liked to leave your conditioner in while you washed yourself over to give it time to work with your hair, and Arthur kept you focused on him and on his actions. He refused to let you sink deep inside yourself, knowing was he that what you needed right now was some tender loving care.

You needed him and Arthur felt a secret thrill run up his back. He loved how much you needed him and, truth be told, he needed you just as much. Soon were you physically taken care of and Arthur helped you up and out of the bath, wrapping his best towel around you. It only had two holes in it. He felt a stab of guilt that he didn’t have any towels which weren’t falling apart at the literal seams, but he reminded himself that you wanted him for all that he was and all that he would ever be, and the love which swelled in his frail chest at the thought brought a smile to his face. 

Love.

“What do you want, Y/N? Dinner or cuddles?” Arthur’s quiet, soft rasp broke through your silent reverie, shattering it much like your carefully applied mask every morning had broken when you had finally laid eyes on your Arthur less than an hour ago. How time flew when you were with him. 

“’M not hungry, Arthur,” You dashed a hand over your face and roughly dried yourself off. Arthur frowned in disapproval. Didn’t you have any patience with yourself? He wondered how you could treat yourself so awfully but be so tender with him, but he knew the answer already, for he did the very same thing. “Can’t we just go to bed? Please?”

Oh, help him. Arthur cupped your face in his cool hands and used the calloused pads of his thumbs to wipe your tears away. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you bit back a sob. Fuck, you loved him. He was always so good to you. You could only hope that you were just as good to him. He deserved nothing less. “Yeah,” Arthur nodded, granting you what you wanted easily. It was only early evening, not yet nine, but he was exhausted, too, and all he wanted was to climb into bed and cuddle you until the world melted away and all he knew was the two of you. On this night were your wants and needs aligned. “We can do that.” Anything for you, sweetheart. Arthur choked on his next words and so he was unable to finish his sentence, but you heard them anyway. You would always hear Arthur, just as he would always hear you.

Arthur headed out into the living room, subtly leaving you to get dressed into the clothes you preferred to sleep in while he cleaned up the mostly tidy apartment. The man of the house took care of messes, he never created them. Dirty plates were piled in the sink to be washed tomorrow. Overflowing ashtrays were emptied and the ashes which were spilled over were deftly swept into his hand and put into the rubbish bin which sat underneath the coffee table. Everything was taken care of with hasty movements, rushing was Arthur to be with you, his one and only who understood him. After he was done, Arthur retreated back into the bedroom and the door shut behind him with a quiet but firm click. You could wholly let go, now. It wasn’t that you couldn’t have let go before, but there was something about cuddling in bed with Arthur, your nightly ritual and your most favourite tradition, that made it easier for you to be your entire self.  Lying in bed were you, the duvet pulled up to your chin and Arthur’s side of the bed was pulled back. You were waiting for him. You teared up again at that thought, so sensitive were you in this moment that the smallest of things were setting you off. You had been waiting for Arthur for your entire life, it seemed. No one comforted you like Arthur did. No one made you laugh like Arthur did. No one soothed you, encouraged or supported you like Arthur did. No one motivated you like Arthur did. No one was there for you like Arthur was. You had been waiting for him for your entire life. Arthur had been waiting for you, as well. The both of you had been so alone without each other, but now did you have everything you had ever needed or craved within another person, and never again would either of you be alone.

Arthur cooed to see you curled up so cosily in bed, to see that you had pulled back the duvet for him, so considerate were you, and to see you crying. “Come here, Y/N. I’m here.” He crossed the room in a few easy strides and slid easily beneath the duvet, pulling you towards him. He was rarely this confident in his movements, but you needed him and that worked miracles on the things Arthur could do. He knew exactly how to comfort you, intuitive and perceptive was he, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for you. “Not going anywhere.” Those same words had been spoken earlier that evening and you curled in on Arthur, your tears flowing freely now as they poured, hot and fast down your face. You choked on another scream and Arthur rested his head on the pillow beside you, his mahogany curls mingling with your own hair as every part of your bodies intertwined. You pressed yourself into Arthur and he hummed in thought, letting you arrange yourself as you wanted to before he got comfortable, too. The both of you were settling in for the night, now. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I get it...” Arthur sighed. The sound was heavy in untold truths and even in your own distress did you feel your heart breaking for him. “It’s hard. I know.” Arthur’s nose, cool to the touch - always so cold was he, warm was his soul - nuzzled against your cheek and you pushed into his touch, trying to shuffle even closer to him even though you were already pressed together. Arthur chuckled and rained kisses down upon your face, his lips drying out your damp, tear stained cheeks. 

You nodded, clamping your lips together so that you couldn’t scream or cry. You weren’t sure what was building in your throat but you knew that it would be a loud noise. You just wanted to sleep now. You just wanted Arthur.

“I want you, Arthur. So much.” Your bottom lip trembled, still so overwhelmed were you, and Arthur could only love you more. You were always so honest in your feelings for him and it was something he had always admired within you.

Another coo, another kiss, and his arms squeezed around you. “You’ve got me, Y/N. Always. Won’t let go, okay?” His voice was quiet, his words full of a future you had always dreamed of, and his tone was kind. He was your everything and that had never been and would never be any different.

“Promise?” Your voice was so small, defeated but not defeated were you by the world, and Arthur felt his heart break. What had the world done to you? Bitterly did he know that it had done the same to him, and though he was already falling, too late was it for him, it wasn’t too late for you and he would be damned if he took you down with him.

“I promise. You’re my one and only. I’ll do anything for you.” A Joker though he would one day be, that was a vow which he would take seriously.

You shut your eyes, nuzzling into Arthur, and he only managed to hold you tighter despite how physically and emotionally close you were together. “Thank you for taking care of me, angel. It means a lot to me. No one’s ever...” More tears soaked into Arthur’s bare chest and you kissed the evidence of your own pain away from his skin. “No one but you.” Was all you could stomach to say. You had had enough now and you just wanted to sleep.

Arthur nodded knowingly. He always knew what you were trying to say, even and especially when you didn’t. “You’re welcome, darling. I love you. So much.” With another kiss, a tender squeeze and a gentle smile, Arthur helped you to put your mind to rest as finally, finally... did you sleep. He wouldn’t sleep much this night, haunted by insomnia and nightmares was he, but with you beside him did he think that perhaps he, too, would get some rest. You were his one and only, his reason and his purpose and the one reason he didn’t cash in on his refund for life itself, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

You were his Y/N, and he would always take good care of you, just as you always took care of him. It was what you deserved and Arthur was beginning to think, thanks to your reverent love, that so did he.

AF/J @impulsiveclown   @astheworlddturns @fluffedstar @jokersqueenofchaos @germansarechill @tsukiakarinobara  @lynnesm @sagyunaro  @greghouse  @flowerglitterwoman @ben-solos-writing-avenger @jokers-doll @arthurjokersgirl @antonija89 @lilliryth @hotpacino @obsessedandthirsty  @call-me-harley-quinn  @cacklinghyena @arcanealaanais

[vampiresuns]

A and/or K for your full set from the nsfw alphabet asks? I am taking notes, my pen is ready

You got it, under the cut for 🍋

A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?)

First thing I gotta say is none of them are porn watchers. Porn readers, maybe, I’ll see what they tell me.

✴︎ Anatole

Most likely to masturbate because he can’t sleep and he knows it’ll take him out. Masturbates around of 3 to 5 times per week if he’s not sharing a bedroom with his partner full-time. In that case, he’d just ask to have sex.

While he’s not opposed to erotica (art or written, as long as it’s well written) he mostly uses his imagination if he is imagining anything in the first place. His fantasies when he masturbates tend to be pretty nondescript and he focuses more on sensations.

Sees masturbation as taking care of a need, or at most to explore his own sensuality/sexuality.

Toy positive in general (he kind of has to be, the dick did not come included and he likes using that), so he obviously incorporates them into masturbation. What he incorporates depends on his mood, but vibrators are his main go-to are vibrators. His favourites would be the Tracy’s Dog Clitoral Sucking Vibrator (yes, the one with That One Review) and the Lelo Sona Cruise. If the reviews are good and he thinks they’ll adapt to what he likes, he doesn’t go cheap in toys.

His second go-to are adding a butt plug, for fun. While he likes penetration, keeping the pace with a dildo is not his favourite thing to do, but if he’s in the mood, he’ll go for it.

❥ Amparo

The mood here is ‘Sex With Me’ by Rihanna because while she can masturbate just because she’s horny or to scratch an itch, this is a ritual for her.

She likes to set ambience. Candles, adequate light levels, maybe music if she’s in the mood for it. Most likely to read some good erotica while she takes a bath, moisturise while she feels herself and masturbate afterwards.

It’s part of her night time routine from 2 to 4 times per week.

Likes to imagine specific fantasies as she feels herself. She also likes to do it in front of a mirror and watch her own expressions and movements.

Toy friendly always, because they’re fun, but when it’s for herself she likes a plug, vibrating or not she doesn’t care, and her own hand around herself the best. Prefers sex-safe glass plugs the best.

Always thinks her tits look the best when she’s masturbating. If modern au, would stop sometimes at the middle of it to take a tasteful nude, or as tasteful as can be.

She likes thick lubes over runnier ones.

Wouldn’t touch herself on lingerie unless she took a detour from undressing for the night, but would definitely do it in a robe. Like I said, she likes ambience, she deserves it, she demands it from herself even.

Also most likely to edge herself.

☽ Milenko

Does one need a reason to do it? Milenko thinks not. He just does it when the mood strikes, given he is at home and not distracted. He is the most likely to masturbate because he’s bored, or to take breaks. Was he writing and the horny manifested? Well, he’ll finish this paragraph or stanza and come back to it later.

Has the most vivid imagination out of all of them, and will set up a whole scene in his head, like a script. He wants to imagine a Lover of determined characteristics depending on what he’s in the mood for that day and let it flow. 

He’s very likely to fantasise about giving head.

Doesn’t have a predetermined preference for incorporating toys, but likes anything that vibrates around his dick —a ring, a sleeve, it doesn’t matter— a lot. That’s where he usually ends up going for if he has the time.

Sometimes he’ll spice it up but working on the angle so he can fuck himself with a plug, his fingers or a dildo (whatever feels more comfortable for that day) ass up, chest down.

Never does it in the shower or in the bath. Yes, it’s always water with him but he has to concentrate too much on not zoning out and that makes it harder (pun not intended) for him to get it going.

⟡ Artemisia

Also a ‘masturbates because I can’t sleep’ type, but most likely to do it explicitly because she’s horny.

Sometimes the yearning gets very, very horny for her and listen, if she can’t take good care of herself then who will?! It’s about standards you know. Besides, half the reason why she has such good sheets is because of this. She’s very sensorial for it, and she likes thing that feel nice to the touch.

Most likely to have an app that narrates stuff for her as she goes for it. She’d like the feeling of closing her eyes and letting the sound and the touch envelope her (as an aside, if you’re dating her, please talk into her ear she’s gonna go a little wild).

If he can’t find any audible, or whatever that gets her going, she has a playlist specifically for this.

Also very keen on vibrators she can control externally while she lies in her very soft sheets and plush blankets, and her many throw pillows.

Doesn’t like using her own hands too much because she doesn’t love getting them dirty just for the sake of masturbation, but she will if she needs a little extra getting there.

If she fantasises, she’ll go for having oral done.

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?)

✴︎ Anatole

First of all, this man likes to get body worshipped and to eat his partners up so jot that down.

Personally, aside from lips, his favourite are ears, neck, collarbones, ribs, just bellow his navel for that extra Hmph, inner thighs and calves. He loves ankle grabs, and ankle kisses too, but his calves???? Hooo Boy, HOOO BOy.

He’s a a neck, collarbone, chest (he’s a tiddies man) and hipbones kisser the most, but whenever that feels more pleasurable for his partner, he’ll go for it. Inner thighs are best for biting.

He loves markings. Getting them and inflicting them, but please do it in non-visible places when you do them for him. He, however, will leave them anywhere unless you’re opposed to something. Invest in turtlenecks, just in case.

❥ Amparo

Put her titties in your mouth, just do it. She’ll reciprocate too. Sideboob lovebites are a yes.

So her favourites are Titties, between her chest, stomach kisses, inner thighs. Wrists too.

Will mark you if you ask her. Specially when giving head, inner thighs are perfect for leaving contraband love-bites.

As for being marked, it depends on whether she currently is on a theatre production with dancing, or a ballet production at the time. If the answer is yes, she’d rather you didn’t because she will be grabbed by dancing partners and she’d prefer not to have bruising marks squished.

Otherwise, feel welcome to, but don’t overdo it.

☽ Milenko

He’s a surprise stew, and the true chaotic vers-switch, so while he does have his preferences, the first rule of Milenko is unless it’s one of his hard Nos, if it turns you on it turns him on.

So if you’re into being marked he will deliver. He’s also a big body worshipper so he’ll leave them wherever he finds softer or juicier for him, unless you have specific preferences.

Most mindful of not leaving them in visible places unless you ask.

As for him? If you’re going to do it, you might as well dom him while you’re at it and completely obliterate him. Mark him all you want he’s your canvas, baybeeey.

Zero regard for visible hickeys/lovebites on himself. If you are, he’s sorry you don’t have a sex life as exciting as his :/

⟡ Artemisia

While she does like some roughplay in sex, she doesn’t like any sort of bruising marks, because she doesn’t like bruising. So it doesn’t matter if you do it softly, or the lovebite is the most tender thing ever delivered. She just doesn’t like bruising.

You’re welcome to kiss her everywhere though. As long as you leave her feet out, she likes it, it makes her soft.

However she is very likely bite a buttcheek or a hip while you’re at it. If she’s eating her partner’s ass, she will definitely kiss your thighs and bite your butt. 

She’ll leave marks with her mouth if you ask, she prefers to leave the steady mark of a good grip on her partner’s ribs when she’s riding them.

[kylorengarbagedump]

Line of Kylo Ren’s Dialogue (NSFW)

Read on AO3.

Summary: Being that this was a fanfiction written by kassanovella, it was to be anticipated that the Reader-character would, in fact, do something that resulted in violent sex with Kylo Ren. 

What that would be was difficult to discern, as neither the title, summary, or tags gave any sort of helpful hints as to the content of this one-shot.

Words: 980

Warnings: egregious parody, dubious consent

A/N: I just wanted to make fun of myself because I'm sick of my own bullshit.

"Oh, boy," said the Reader-character (that's you, by the way), "I sure hope nothing happens today that will end with me having violent sex with Kylo Ren!"

That was the statement made by the main character indicating foreshadowing of future events. Being that this was a fanfiction written by kassanovella, it was to be anticipated that the Reader-character would, in fact, do something that resulted in violent sex with Kylo Ren. What that would be was difficult to discern, as neither the title, summary, or tags gave any sort of helpful hints as to the content of this one-shot.

The Reader-character continued throughout her day, doing nothing of value or worth remembering, as this was a one-shot, and her motivations were wholly unimportant. It was only after a short set-up and half-assed attempt at plotting that the Reader-character came into contact with the only person the audience actually gives a shit about: Kylo Ren.

"Kylo Ren," she said. "It's you!"

Kylo Ren looked blank, because writing that is an easy cop-out to make him look complex. "Yes."

"Wow, you sure are big," said the Reader-character, immediately throwing the audience out because that's something they would never say to Kylo Ren. "In comparison to me, I'd say you're massive!"

Kylo Ren took his big ol' enormous gigantic massive overwhelming hands and snatched the Reader-character's neck. Then he said nothing, since the author couldn't think of anything useful or exciting for him to say.

"Let me go!" In this moment, the Reader-character was articulating the exact opposite of what the audience wanted to happen. "I'm both angry and turned on by this!"

"I am annoyed by your shouting."

"This is my only way of demonstrating any sort of personality!" she said. "I have less than 3000 words to establish engaging characterization!"

"Enough." Kylo Ren was becoming inexplicably turned on by this, something that the author never decides to explain or elaborate on. "If you continue, we will have violent sex."

"Oh, no!" replied the Reader-character. "I only halfway want this to happen!"

"I know," said Kylo Ren. "One of the tags is Dubious Consent."

"What? How did you know that?"

"I looked up and read them."

The Reader-character scoffed. "That sounds like a waste of time. You know the author only uses tags to make luke-warm jokes, rather than filling them with useful information about what to expect!"

"Yes." Kylo Ren's face continued to be stoic, which the audience apparently needed a reminder of. "But I think this one might be accurate."

It was at that point Kylo Ren leaned in and started the sex scene, a signal to the audience that they should not have started reading this fanfic on the bus.

The Reader-character's thighs probably clamped together as she pretended to resist Kylo Ren for the benefit of the dubious consent tag. "Why do I never get to start the sex scene?"

"Because writing characters with agency is too difficult."

Kylo Ren then made obvious his thick erection, which was shocking to the Reader-character in its size and girth. Seriously, it was so big that it too could be described with words such as massive enormous gigantic and overwhelming, but those words were already used to describe other parts of Kylo Ren's body. The Reader-character made noises and experienced bodily reactions that were described with lots of adjectives with the intent to drag the scene out as long as possible.

Meanwhile, Kylo Ren refused to take his clothes off as he prepared to enact violent sex. This was both infuriating and baffling to the audience, because they came to read Kylo Ren porn, yet he never bothers to get undressed in any fic on this author's page. It was after some drawn-out foreplay that penis-in-vagina finally, finally happened, though it was written in a way that imitated a bad porno.

"I'm going to fuck your little pussy and make you cum, whore," said Kylo Ren.

"You do that every--fuck--every time!"

"But this time is different," he replied through ragged breath, "because it's happening in a scenario that the author hasn't written about."

The sex was very aggressive and violent in ways that would not appear pleasurable to any typical human. There was also, likely, a bizarre kink or two thrown into the scene, as creating a good or interesting story is always secondary to inserting whatever gross garbage the author has a taste for that week.

Finally, after some dirty talk and more verbal humiliation, both the Reader-character and Kylo Ren came simultaneously in orgasms that were written about in language that failed to capture the reality of most orgasms (disappointing). They breathed and stared at each other in acknowledgement that the sex scene was over and their relationship was now different than it was at the beginning of this fanfiction.

The audience was then forced to read through overwrought flowery paragraphs where the author was clearly trying to shove in as many metaphors and analogies as possible in order to look like she knew what she was doing. Of course, she didn't, and never does, but by opening a thesaurus and beating people over the head with as many different words as possible, the author believes she is tricking people into thinking she is competent. At some point italics were used for emphasis on words she couldn't bother to try and make important through showing versus telling.

"That was a lot of nonsense for one little sex scene," said the Reader-character. "Is the story over yet?"

"A line of Kylo Ren's dialogue."

"What?"

"The author can't think of titles, so I needed to say something she could use as a title."

"Oh."

Kylo Ren continued looking blank and vacant. The Reader-character ruminated on the change in status quo.

"So..." she asked. "How is she going to end the story?"

His eyes glimmered with an emotion. "Like this."

[taeguboi]

“Would You Rather...?” Drabble 06 - Reader x Yoongi [Suga] (Angst / Smut)

Would you rather fight with Yoongi a lot only to have the greatest makeup sex or have sweet sensual sex with Jungkook only once a week (or less) cuz he’s so busy?

This is a lot angstier than a situation I’d actually choose and is faster paced than what I usually write since I tried my hardest to make it a short piece [it’s still like 2.5k words though lmao] so I’m sorry if it loses the vibe because in one paragraph something’s just starting and in the next it’s already done hahhahaha

My new fic masterlist is here (I will no longer be updating the old one)

One last note: I remembered the ‘keep reading’ link this time to not take up your feeds - sorry for before

Send me BTS “Would You Rather…?” questions in my ask box for a drabble

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“Say You Love Me”

An aura of suspense filled the room as you were alone with your ex boyfriend for the first time since you two had broken up. It was so bitter towards the end when the two of you were slamming doors and raising voices. It was only a few weeks ago since the two of you mutually decided to break things off in the midst of both your frustrations and anger towards each other.

But now he is standing here in front of you, it feels just like yesterday. Any hint of progress you made in moving on, vanished. Any rational thoughts about what went wrong, faded. Any moments you were convinced you don’t need him, forgotten about.

You only came back to the old house this evening to collect a few things after realising you left a few important documents here. It was just your luck that at the exact same time you had decided to make a visit, so had he. Who is he? Yoongi Min.

“What are you doing here?” you huffed at the sight of him entering the poorly lit living room just moments ago. It seems the electric had been cut off already probably from not paying the bill. 

“Hello to you too” Yoongi had retorted.

“Look I’m just here to get a few papers and then I’m outta here so I’d appreciate it if you could just give me my space” you instructed, fumbling about in drawers for what you needed.

“Now why doesn’t that surprise me?” he sighed and although you weren’t looking at him at that time, you could actually hear him folding his arms.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Never mind. What’s the point? We’ve been here already” he grunted.

“You’re right, I think I do know what you mean” 

“Yeah, but did you really y/n?” he questioned, voice raising. “Because from what I could tell, I was about to give you my fucking everything and you threw it all back in my face because, and I quote ‘too intense’!”

Things had escalated super fast as he was full on yelling at you once again, just like in the argument that broke you two up.

“Well excuse me for wanting some me time!” you protested, finally finding the sheets of paper you were looking for. 

“You call that ‘me time’? Constantly pushing me away whenever I showed you any affection? Dismissing the things I would say about how much I loved you?” he blared in frustration before toning it down again. “You broke me y/n. What else was I supposed to think when all you did was…”

“And you should have trusted me!” you interrupted. 

“And I trusted you! I trusted you so fucking much! You pushed me to breaking point though!”

“Just because I didn’t want to spend everyday with you didn’t mean I stopped loving you” you muttered.

“Sorry, what was that?” Yoongi asked in shock. It made your heart sink too.

Love. It was a feeling you were too scared to ever admit. Your heart felt irreparable after the hurt a previous relationship brought you a long time ago. You were frightened when you realised you’d fallen hopelessly in love with Yoongi, but you went for it when he expressed that he wanted to be more than your friend. Yet you couldn’t ever find it in you to tell him you loved him. That you still do.

“I said…” you stammered, unable to repeat yourself.

“You used the word ‘love’” he said, eyebrows furrowed and mouth open in disbelief. “You never said that to me before”

Tears involuntarily escaped your eyes and you let out a sniffle. You put down the stupid papers and you could hear Yoongi take a step closer to you as you tried to dry your eyes, bringing you to this point right now.

“I really did love you Yoongs” you admit, the delayed expression of emotion pouring out. “I was scared, I…”

“...should have told me you were scared, y/n. We were supposed to be able to tell each other everything and anything”

“It’s not always that easy” you remind him.

“It’s not too late either” he adds on, watching you take a seat on the sofa, head in your hands.

He walks over to sit next to you, hand on your shoulder to comfort you. You look up at him, face to face for the first time in what feels like years. Perfectly perfect. His face so handsome and his heart so kind. You hate yourself for hiding from your feelings to the extent that you lost him.

You’re looking into each other’s eyes, reading everything both of you are unable to say. Hurt. Regret. But also love that hasn’t gone, not yet.

It’s almost uncontrollable, your urge to feel his lips pressed against yours once again and before you know it, your head is tilting slightly to one side.

Despite the circumstances, this is the best kiss you’ve ever experienced because of how much you missed Yoongi. You want more and it seems so does he as he kisses you back, leading to a string of passionate, heartfelt kisses.

It only feels natural that your hands begin to explore him, that you get to touch his body again, You stroke a hand down his chest and to his leg. Your hand rests on his leg as you continue with just kissing. You might have gone too far however when you allow for your hand to trail up a little and towards his crotch because he pulls away.

“Y/n I-I-I don’t want to take advantage. You’re vulnerable” he tells you, his breathing heavy from the intensity of the situation.

“I promise I’ll talk, for real… I will, I just… I need this” you tell him desperate for his touch, a sudden rush of lust and desire overcoming you. “I need you Yoongi”

“I need you to tell me you love me” he asks of you, longingly, his hand on your still teary cheek.

You kiss his lips again “I love you” you tell him, followed by a kiss on his cheek. “I love you so fucking much” you continue followed by a kiss on his neck which causes him to groan a little and stroke your hair and in return, you hand starts to stroke along his leg once more.

“I love you too, y/n” he pants with a gulp, adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“I missed you” you tear up looking back at his face and he cups yours. 

“Show me how much you missed me” he demands though his wishes are unclear.

“Anything” you reply.

“Let’s go upstairs” he smiles lovingly, standing up and bringing you up with him. He leads you upstairs and into the old bedroom you once shared.

Before you even reach the bed itself, you’re passionately making out, exploring each other’s bodies, lightly undressing each other as his jacket comes off and his shirt unbuttoned and you kick your shoes off.

“Tell me what you missed about me” he instructs as the two of you sit on the edge of the bed, continuing to make out.

“The way you make me feel” you pant, followed by a couple of kisses. “Your eyes, your smile” you continue to list, allowing Yoongi to kiss your neck, wet sounds resounding deliciously into your ear. “Your kind heart… I was so dumb”

He grabs one of your slightly shaky hands and you get to feel his semi-erect cock through his trousers. “How much did you miss this?” he asks menacingly, purring into your ear.

“So fucking much” you admit.

“I bet you missed this the most, didn’t you?” he challenges.

“No” is all you can utter, chest starting to heave as he places a hand on your trousers, teasing at you increasingly throbbing womanhood.

Yoongi eases you backward so that you’re laying on the bed underneath him as he goes on all fours at your side to hover above you.

“Did you… did you see anyone else while we were apart?” he asks.

“No one” you truthfully tell him. 

“Good” he smirks. “Promise me you’re mine” he requests.

“I’m all yours Yoongi” you tell him, providing him with the reassurance he clearly seeks.

Your trousers are tugged at and pulled off in an instant as he swiftly whips them off you to your surprise.

“And this pussy is all mine too then, yeah?”

“Always baby”

Yoongi pushes your pants to one side, desperate to devour you. “I love it when you call me that” he coos, tongue then teasing at your clit.

“Oh, Yoongi!” you exhale in delight even though he’s barely started.

Contrastingly to the kitten licks he just gave you, he presses his tongue flat against you. Sighs of pleasure escape your breath to which he hums contentedly which buzzes pleasurably on your sensitive area.

“So fucking good” you praise as he brings you close to climax.

“Oh, baby” he exclaims, voice vibrating at your clit once more. Yoongi always did love it when you said out loud how good he is in the bedroom. He loves to hear you say his name. He loves to know he’s doing a good job.

“I-I’m close” you moan as his tongue picks up speed with the circles he’s drawing.

At the very last moment, he adds in a finger which slides in with such ease because of your wetness for him. He increases it to two fingers after just a few thrusts and you see stars as he helps you reach orgasm.

“Yoongi! Fuck!” you exclaim at your very peak of pleasure.

“That’s right; say my name” he commands, riding out your high with just his fingers.

“Yoongi… I have to taste you” you state, arousal still high.

“Where did you wanna taste baby?” he teases, fully well knowing the answer to that question.

“Your trousers” you reply, sitting up. “Take them off”

He does exactly as he is told and gets off the bed to unzip and lose the trousers as you climb off the bed.

“Sit in that chair baby” you tell him. “Let me treat you now” you smirk as you watch him sit and then you fall to your knees met by the sight of the bulge that is aching to be freed from his boxers.

You don’t take the boxers off fully; instead you pull them down only enough to reveal what’s underneath.

Yoongi always did have a beautiful cock. It angles a little to his right and his head is a gorgeous, delectable shade of pink. You hold it firmly, precum dripping out onto the back of your hand and you begin to pump up and down slowly, almost painfully slowly.

“Ahhh, don’t tease me babe” he commands, a hand running through your hair. “Let me fuck that pretty little face of yours”

With a few more teasing pumps and licks, you give in, taking him in almost whole the first time he’s in your mouth and Yoongi could swear this is the best your mouth has ever worked on him as he watches your head go up and down. He can’t help but guide your head down to take him in just a little further, hungry for more and it really hits the spot.

“Mmm….” he hums deliciously, pleasure continuing to stir inside of him. “Oh shit, baby, you’re gonna have to stop, I’m too close. We both know I have to be in you”

You lift your head up for a final time, a small pop sound happening as your mouth leaves his aching cock.

As if you read each other’s minds, the shirts finally come off and are slung onto the floor and all underwear is discarded.

You’re back on the bed on your back with Yoongi on top kissing you like there’s no tomorrow. You’re exploring each other’s bodies as if it’s your first time doing this together and you each just have to take in every little detail of one another.

You roll Yoongi over so that you’re on top and guide him backwards to sit up. You straddle him, your wetness pressing against his dick and even this humping brings immense pleasure to the both of you as you sigh into each other’s mouths.

You remember how much Yoongi enjoyed the faces you made for him when he made you feel good, so you’re sure to let him see you biting your lip, eyes closed.

“Fuck baby, I’m not gonna last much longer like this” he tells you, fingers gripping tightly into the skin of your hips as you continue to grind on him.

You transition from grinding on him to allowing him inside you as you guide his cock to go inside you. Moans of pleasure erupt from both of your throats as he enters you. Your arms are now around his neck. He’s looking up at you with loose lips and a relaxed gaze, occasionally staring down at your breasts which bounce up and down as the rest of you does.

Looking into each other’s eyes means everything right now. The eye contact only enhances the feelings of pleasure and raw emotion. You bounce and you bounce on that dick until you feel weak, almost too weak to keep the pace going but Yoongi assists by thrusting deep into you, his hips now going up and down.

“Gonna come” you utter, deeply in pleasure.

“Tell me you love me” he demands.

“I-I-I” you stammer, just seconds away from climax. “Oh my god! I love you Yoongi! I love you, I love you, I love you!”

Your string of proclamations of love seem to really hit the spot for both of you. Tears stream from your eyes both in pleasure and emotion for Yoongi and you appear to simultaneously come for each other.

“I love you too y/n!” he groans as you feel his hot see ejecting into you whilst you also reach orgasm.

You both ride it out just a little longer so that you both can finish until you pull out and collapse onto him. He strokes your hair lovingly and catches his breath before speaking again.

“All that stuff you said; was it for real?” he asks.

Your heart sinks a little at how insecure you’ve made him just because of your own past trauma.

“It was Yoongi. I can’t believe I lost you just because I couldn’t swallow my pride and open up” you sigh, appreciating the feeling of being able to rest your head on his chest.

“I don’t want to push you into doing anything you’re uncomfortable with though, just to let you know” he assures.

“I know, I know… in the morning, I want to do this properly. We’ll talk, like two civilised adults should… That is, if you’ll listen or even consider having me back” you sigh, drawing circles on his bare chest with a finger.

“One step at a time, yeah?” he sighs back.

“Yeah” you agree, yawning afterward.

“You sound tired and it is getting late. Let’s sleep on it and we’ll talk over coffee and breakfast” he suggests, humming in a lazy way.

“I’m sorry Yoongi. For all of this” you apologise.

“I’m just glad to be here with you.”

“Me too”

[cosmichoneyedblossoms]

Dying For A Taste

DEMON Jooheon X Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,571

A/N: This is a shorter one unfortunately, I’m sorry for that, but here it is, but I need some Holy Water

He was that of a blur— heavy stares with dark eyes, thirsting for a taste of human lust, thick luscious lips meant to take souls to heaven, but toy with the senses like sin, long skillful fingers dripping with arousal as he brought the weak to the edge within seconds—

“Y/N?” Fingers dipped down my neck, pulling my attention away from my computer screen and up to the voice that was calling me. The usual dark brown tourmaline eyes grew darker and more intense the longer our eyes stayed connected.

“Yes, Jooheon?”

“Are you almost done...?”

“Why? Do you need something?”

He nodded his head, his fluffy silver hair bouncing as he nodded, “You.” His lips brushed over my forehead.

“How about when I’m done, then I’m all yours.”

“How much more... you know what happens if you wait too long...”

“Yes, I know... just another paragraph and then will you proof read it for me?” I asked, him groaning at my question.

“Seriously...?”

“I have a surprise for you if you read it for me.” I cooed, turning my gaze back to the screen, my fingers clicking away at the keys.

“A surprise?” He questioned and I nodded, my face staying glued to the screen, my fingers keeping at the keys, lascivious laced words flowing out of them. Moments passed, Jooheon sitting on the couch waiting for the sound of the printer to hiss, telling him I was done. Putting my finishing touches on it, I clicked the print button on the screen and the printer clicked then hissed, the pages flowing from the rollers, Jooheon jumped up from the couch to grab the papers before the ink even dried.

“Eager much?” I teased getting up from the table and stretching my arms above my head.

“You’re the one who said that I could have you after I proof read this.”

“Mhm, I did. Will you read it aloud so I can hear if it sounds weird?”

Jooheon hummed, crossing his arms starting to read it aloud, “She was something that he had never seen before, there was nothing too special about her except her scent. Something sweet, but also spicy, her aura conquering his senses, intoxicating him. Her steps towards him were quiet, delicate, almost as if she was floating to him...”

I listened to him talk, slowly approaching him, him not taking any notice of me, “... the closer she got to him, the harder his heart pounded in his chest. He, himself, may be a demon, but she was something else entirely, the air around her almost too heavy for him to breath. Her fingers trailed down his chest, reaching the metal of his belt...” I squatted down in front of him, starting to unbuckle his belt to release his bulge, him stopping his speech, “What are you doing...?”

“Don’t stop reading, continue or you won’t get to have me.” I commanded and he let out a heavy breath, readjusting his stance.

“The clink of his belt coming undone ignited something inside him, something carnal. He shuddered under her touch, her cold fingers undressing him, brushing over his stomach, taking him into her hands...” I slowly pulled down pants and underwear, them pooling around his ankles, his erection twitching as my breath hit it. I wrapped my hand around his length, swiping my thumb over the leaking arousal from his slit.

“‘You really want this?’ She breathed against his throbbing heat and he nodded, impatiently, her flicking her tongue over him, making him shiver...” I smirked, feeling his member twitch under my fingers, I dipped my tongue into his slit, tasting him, Jooheon’s taste being sweet—making me want more of him. He hissed under the sensation of my tongue dragging down his length, his words coming out stuttered, “She d-did things with her tongue that he, him—himself, didn’t know were possible. Her reddened lips left—” Jooheon growled, my lips trailing down his shape, his hands crinkling the papers. “... left open mouth kisses down him, her hands spreading over his stomach, as she then engulfed him in wet heat—” I swallowed around him, him uncrossing his arms to tangle his free hand into my hair.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N... do you expect me to read this whole thing...?” I looked up at him through my lashes, swirling my tongue around him, Jooheon hissing and snapping his hips, my nose meeting his stomach. I grazed my teeth over his shaft, pushing his hips from my lips.

“If you can hold out until the end of that scene, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” I smirked, stroking his length with my hands, my lips finding their way back to him.

“... in wet heat, his erection filling her mouth so well. She hollowed her cheeks, bobbing her head, her mouth feeling as if it were on fire, his hips bucking into her, needing, wanting more friction, needing to feel her more.” I buried his length in my mouth once more, gripping his thighs, my tongue swirling around him again and rolled over his most sensitive areas. His thighs quivered as my tongue, teeth, and lips worked him, Jooheon’s breathing becoming more heavy in trying to finish the paragraph, “She pulled away from him, her lips darken and wet with saliva, his hunger finally getting the best of him as he pulled her up to her feet, rough hands pulling at her clothes...” Jooheon pulled away from me, throwing the papers aside, pushing me down on the floor.

“You’re so sly you know that...” His raven eyes glared into mine, making me laugh.

“Hey, I thought you would’ve liked this.”

“Maybe if I didn’t feel like I was going to break if I didn’t feel you, then sure.” His large hands gripped the shirt I was wearing, pulling it from my body, “Those naughty words of yours... do you write them about us?” He ran his fingers over my valley of skin, over my breasts, the pads of his fingers rolling my hardening nipples, a burn starting to singe my nerves.

“If you kept reading, you may have found out if it’s about us or not...” I whispered, pushing up my hips to meet his, his length rest against my panty clod heat. Jooheon pulled my lace panties from my dripping need, a growl leaving him, I wrapped my legs around his waist, his erection slipping in between my folds. He thrusted his length against my heat, his tip nudging my bundle of nerves, making me whine, “You were so eager before, but now you’re being so mean by teasing me.”

“You started this game, with someone who can do it better than you...” He stroked my entrance, a devilish smirk appearing on his lips.

“What are you—” He plunged his length deep inside me, my back arching off the floor, his hands quickly pushed my hips back down as his hips snapped into me demonically, the sweet Jooheon lost behind his hunger. I gripped his shoulders tightly, digging my nails into his soft skin, “Shit, Jooheon— slow down...”

“No.” He growled, his hands slid up my body, wrapping his extremities around my neck, squeezing enough to cut off my air flow. My mind started to fuzz over, my heart pounding against my rib cage as the knot in my stomach unraveled, his hands releasing my neck just for a choked scream to escape as my body jerked in pleasure under him, “That’s right, cum for me, Y/N.” Jooheon gripped my wrists pinning them above my head, our lips crashing against each other, his teeth biting my bottom lip as he pulled away from me, my high still radiating through my body.

“God, don’t stop!” I begged, my hips bucking against him, a low chuckle leaving his lips.

“You’re so needy. You’re making a mess on the floor after cumming and you’re still begging me to keep going... I love that about you...” Teeth bit into my neck, loud moans from me filled the air around us as he left deep red teeth marks over my skin, him ramming his length into me once more as he reached his release. His hands slid from my wrists to hold himself up as his eyes met mine, my need not completely met.

“Jooheon...” I whispered, lifting myself up on my hands, my legs still wrapped around his waist, “I’m not done...” I hissed, flipping us over, my hips sinking down onto him, “You don’t get to tease me and not finish the game...”

“Hold on, Y/N, I just—” I lifted my hips, rolling back down his length, Jooheon tossing his head back, his hands gripping my hips to stop me. I pulled his hands from my body and held them, anchoring myself against them, slamming his length into me; animalistic groans and wet squelching noise bounced off the walls, bringing me back to the edge of bliss. His eyelashes fluttered, his gaze heavy with lust as my body melted into his, electricity coursing through my limbs; I shivered in pure bliss, my body tightening around him, Jooheon growling as he gripped my thighs tightly, warmth spreading through my stomach.

“Next time...” I breathed, leaning down to him, placing a quick peck against his lips, “Don’t challenge me without coming prepared.” I smiled, his chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily.

“Deal... It won’t happen again...”

[zacharydempsey]

Unexpected | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Smut POV: Second Person's

WARNING: Contains sexual content and swearing!!!

A/N: You guys don't even know how hard this was for me to write. I'm not used to this but I really hope you guys aren't disappointed. I literally had to take a 5 minute break after writing every paragraph. But anyway, this was requested so I kinda had to lol. Enjoy!

Request 1: Do you by chance right smut because Zach smut is my guilty pleasure?? My friend, you wouldn't disappoint me, I promise!! - Anon who requested Zach smut

Request 2:  Hey, I adore your writing! It's sooo good❤. I was wondering if you could do like spending the weekend with Zach and he's your first. Xx (I’m sorry I had to change your request up a bit!)

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It's a Saturday night and you were supposed to go to Jessica's party but you decided to stay home and finish a research paper which was due first thing next Monday. However, instead of actually doing the paper, you find yourself scrolling through Instagram, looking at pictures of your friends enjoying the party you were missing.

You let out a loud groan as you shut your laptop; to be honest you really couldn't be bothered to finish the paper. You kick yourself thinking that you should've just gone to the party tonight, especially since you're home alone because your parents are out of town for the weekend.

Finally, after procrastinating for so long, you pick up your phone and send a message to your boyfriend, Zach Dempsey. He was currently in the party with the rest of your friends.

You: I’m dying here.

A few seconds later and your phone buzzes.

Zach: Aw my poor baby. Well you're not really missing out on much. This party's boring without you. Wish you were here.

You smile at his reply before sending one yourself.

You: Well, I'm wishing you were here too.

Zach then sends out a sad emoji with a heart next to it and you pout as you place your phone down beside your laptop. You decided to open it up again as you stared at the page count. Great 2 pages out of 5, you think to yourself. You need 3 more pages to finish the paper.

You let out a loud sigh as you push your laptop to the foot of your bed. You then proceeded to shut your eyes momentarily. A few minutes later and the doorbell rings which causes you to suddenly sit up and wonder who that could be. You take your phone and your pepper spray as you slowly make your way down the staircase. You send a text to Zach while doing so.

You: There's someone at the door.

You: Babe I'm scared.

Zach: Just open the door babe, make sure to have the pepper spray that I gave you ready okay?

You: If something happens to me, I love you Zachary okay?

Zach: Stop messing around Y/N and just open the door!

Before turning the doorknob, you exhale one last time and finally swing the door open. You jump in shock as you see your ginormous boyfriend standing in front of you with a huge grin on his face.

“Ta da!” Zach exclaims with jazz hands and you laugh at his silliness.

“What are you doing here?! Why did you leave the party?” You ask as you wrap your hands around him and cling your legs around his waist. He proceeds to carry you inside locking the door behind the both of you right after.

“Well I'd choose you over any party, any day babe.” He replies as he puts you back down on your feet.

“Really? Even if it's a Beyonce and Jay-Z party?” You joke and he laughs.

“How's your paper going?” He asks as you two make your way up to your bedroom.

“Meh.” You shrug and he laughs at you again.

“Have you eaten?” He asks again.

"Not yet and I'm actually kind of hungry.” You pout and Zach proceeds to take out his phone and call a nearby pizza place for delivery.

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After a couple of hours of watching a movie and eating pizza, Zach decided to change the channel on your TV. Just then, Game of Thrones starts and a scene with Margaery Tyrell topless comes on screen. Zach turns to face you then puts his attention back to the TV, then again back at you with a dangerous smirk on his face.

"We ate so much pizza, we need to burn the calories off." he suddenly suggests and you scoff at him.

"Well I can think of an activity we can definitely do together." you say as you play with the hem of his shirt. 

You look up at him with a mischievous smirk plastered on your face. He deeply exhales before picking you up from beside him with all his might and placing you down on top of him, your legs wrapped around his waist as he sat up on your bed.

You were now face to face with Zach, his eyes dark with lust. He places both of his hands on your thighs with a gentle squeeze and you involuntarily hook both of your arms around his neck. His eyes trail from your eyes down to your nose and then your slightly parted lips. He then crashes his lips into yours and you moan into the kiss. His lips against yours made everything feel like magic.

A few seconds later and he moves his head on the crook of your neck. He trails kisses from your chin down to the side of your neck. You could feel his warm breath stagger against your delicate skin and the next thing you know, he goes on to bite your neck gently. You could feel his teeth against the part of your skin as he was tugging on it playfully. Your eyes automatically shut in response as you lean your head back in ecstasy. The feeling sent tingles down your spine.

Your grip around his neck tightened and you could somehow feel him smirk against your neck as you pull back on his hair for him to come up for air. You teased him, lightly brushing against his member as you took his shirt off above his head and he does the same with yours. Once you were both undressed, you began to stroke his member, giving him a lustful look.

“Y/N fuck.” Zach moaned. It was consuming to see him go crazy at your touch. It was like you completely had him under your spell and you didn’t mind being in control every once and a while. You wrapped your hand around the base of his member as your mouth slowly traveled up and then down on it.

“Fuck, babe.” he says with his teeth clenched.

You looked up at him from time to time to see the satisfaction painted on his face as he bit on his bottom lip. The harder you went, the louder and deeper his groans were. He was definitely on a high from everything that was happening. Zach pushes you off gently and pins you down on your bed.

He pulls out a condom from the bottom of your nightstand and places it on his growing erection. Finally, he pushes into you slowly, his size filling you perfectly. You moan out as he begins to thrust into you. He starts off slowly then continues to pick up the pace causing you to moan in utter pleasure.

“Zach! Oh my God! Right there!” You exclaim as you hung onto his broad shoulders. Your nails dig deep into his back, motivating him to go even faster.

Soon enough, you both reach your climax at the same time. Your orgasm doesn’t last too long before Zach pulls himself out of you. He rolls on the other side of the bed as the both of you tried to catch your breath.

"You know, my parents are also going away next weekend. I'll try to convince them to bring my little sister with them." Zach jokes in between breaths. I turn to face him and laugh as he pulls the blanket up for the both of us. He pulls me into him from under the covers as he places a kiss on the crown of my head and we sleep the night away in each other’s arms.

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A/N: I apologize for this being too short but I just really couldn't write anymore LMAO. Anyway, I hope you guys still liked it. I really am sorry if I disappointed the person who requested this. :c