Ask Me

Mine

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam (mentioned)

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: SMUT (this is R-rated so please please do not read if you are under 18) - light bondage, unprotected sex, fingering. Some fluff, some angst. Jealousy.

A/N: Every now and then I find some extra time, and thankfully inspiration, to write so yeah this happened... enjoy!

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“That was…” you trailed off in a breathless huff, looking up at the ceiling of Dean’s bedroom.

He chuckled, “I know. We should do that more often.”

It was the third night in a row that you’d found yourself in Dean’s room. The past week and a half had been surprisingly uneventful and after a few days of teasing each other, you’d finally given in and once again added benefits to your strange friendship. Strange because, while you’d known each other for a while, you’d fallen in love with Dean long ago. Not that he noticed, or if he did he certainly didn’t seem to care about you in the same way. Sex was the furthest your relationship with him ever went, having started off in a drunkenly manner years ago. For you it had been the best and easiest thing in the world, and it had given you hope you’d never allowed yourself to have before although all of that was quickly squandered as the following day Dean acted as though nothing special had happened and you’d soon learned that all he was willing to give you would be scattered nights of mind blowing pleasure followed by uneventful days of simple friendship. Knowing that the occasional steamy encounter in the middle of the night was as far as you would go with him, you let it happen for a couple years but lately your feelings had become too much to bear and you’d decided to quit him, cold turkey. He didn’t question you whenever he made a move and you came up with some lame excuse to not visit him, or have him visit you, that night – something you were grateful for. That had started months ago and thankfully, in an odd and definitely selfish way, cases had been popping up left and right which allowed you to keep your mind and body occupied. That was until last week when everything suddenly went cold, no supernatural happenings came up and you were all forced to stay in the bunker for days on end. It was in that quiet loneliness that your weakness seeped through the cracks and before you knew it, you once again found yourself tangled in the dark sheets covering Dean’s bed.

Your eyelids began to feel heavy and you felt yourself falling asleep when you felt Dean stir next to you. Suddenly, his arm draped over your middle and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, having fallen asleep immediately. Startled, to say the least, you were immediately awake once more and remained that way for at least an hour after Dean had begun to snore softly next to you. The butterflies in your stomach had been going berserk and you felt as though your chest might explode with excitement. In all of the time you’d been having this strictly physical relationship with Dean, he’d never once done anything quite so intimate and the little flicker of hope you’d given up on years ago resurfaced yet again. Eventually, you fell asleep peacefully imagining a life in which maybe, just maybe, Dean could finally be yours.

The next day you were awoken by the lack of heat around you. The light in the bedroom was dim as your eyes fluttered open and you realized that Dean was no longer next to you. Unsure of what to do, you decided to head to your room and then take a quick shower. Afterwards, while eating cereal and watching one of your favorite shows, Sam had returned from his morning run and showered, and you’d still yet to see Dean. He was gone most of the day, which made you begin to wonder if something had happened while you were asleep. You didn’t want to think anything bad of him so you chose to ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, choosing instead to daydream about what an actual relationship with him might be, even when he returned in the late afternoon and suggested you all go to a nearby bar to have a drink. From the moment he’d come back into the bunker, he’d been acting nonchalant, though somewhat distant to you but you were unsure if that was just your insecurities making you doubt the connection you’d felt to Dean last night. It wasn’t until you arrived at the bar and saw Dean openly flirting with just about any pretty young thing in the place that you realized what an idiot you’d been. Of course he didn’t feel anything like you had last night, he’d just been sleeping and subconsciously must’ve mistaken your body for a pillow or something while just getting comfortable in his sleep.

That night you drank an obscene amount of alcohol, having started with a beer or two before moving on to hard liquor, anything to numb the pain you felt deep within your heart. Somehow, probably thanks to Sam, you’d made it back to the bunker and in the dark loneliness of your own bedroom you chastised yourself and cursed the feelings you had for a man that didn’t think of you as anything more than just a plaything he could pick up whenever he wanted. Stupid, hopeful, naive idiot. It had to stop, you told yourself. If Dean wasn’t able to give you what you needed, you’d find the strength to turn him down and do anything at all to stop those ridiculous feelings you had for him, once and for all.

The following day, Sam came to you with a case he’d managed to find. You were so grateful to have something to work on that would allow you to put emotional distance between you and Dean that you didn’t even bother asking for any details further than where the case was located and when you’d be leaving. Not long after, you found yourself in the back of the Impala, listening to one of Dean’s five records as you all made your way to Trail Creek, Indiana where women had been going missing for a few months now. It wasn’t until two of them were recently found with their throats ripped out that the police had finally decided to link the cases and make them public. The drive was quicker than you’d thought it would be and soon you were left alone in the motel to do research on the victims while Sam and Dean went to the last place a number of the victims were last seen, a male strip club of all places.

The further you dug into these womens’ lives, the more you realized that their disappearances were completely random. There was no pattern, no physical similarity, no link among them other than the club they’d visited. When Sam and Dean returned, you showed them all the evidence you’d collected and the three of you sat around the room, poring over every statement and clue to try and find who had taken these people.

“I don’t know, guys. I really can’t find anything to link any of our vics,” you sighed. Your vision began to blur as your eyes became tired.

Sam agreed, “me neither. Honestly, I still think we’re looking for a vamp nest but I can’t find anything around here, not even a place where they might be hiding.”

“Ugh, this case sucks already…” you were getting frustrated and it was then that your exhausted brain had an idea. “Wait, that’s it!”

Sam and Dean looked your way, waiting for you to elaborate.

“We need to go undercover, have one of us go in there and interact with all the other patrons. We already cleared the owners and the workers there so one of their customers may know something, they must have regulars, right?”

Sam agreed, but Dean had one important question, “and which of us would go in there? It’s a male strip club and I doubt even Sam’s puppy eyes would be enough manage to convince a bunch of girls to be besties.”

You looked pointedly at Dean and he immediately began to shake his head, “No, Y/N. No way.”

“Oh come on, Dean! It just makes sense! Besides, you two have already gone in there as Feds. You’re more likely to be recognized, but me… I can just go in and pretend I’m just there to have a good time! And who knows, whoever’s responsible for all this might even pick me and take me to their lair!”

“That’s exactly why the hell not, Y/N! You could be killed! We’re not doing it, and that’s final.” Dean put his foot down and suddenly you felt an incredible anger towards him, like you’d never felt before. How dare he? Who the hell was he to tell you what to do, or not do?

“I’m not asking for your permission, Dean. It’s the best plan we got right now and you know it. Besides, I’m a grown-ass woman, I can make my own decisions and so I have. I’m going undercover and that’s final!” you used his same, exact words and Dean huffed in annoyance. He turned to Sam but, surprisingly, found himself outvoted.

“I don’t like it either, Dean. But people are dying, we have to at least try.” Sam reasoned and Dean rolled his eyes at his little brother. Defeated, Dean grabbed his jacket and headed out the door, mumbling something about needing a drink.

You stared at the closed door in anger. He didn’t have to like it but he also didn’t have to be so opposed to the idea. It was almost as if he didn’t trust in your skills to be able to do this and keep yourself safe. Well screw him.

The following night, you were dressed up and ready to go. Dean still disapproved of the plan but you’d noticed the way he’d checked you out when you came out of the motel bathroom. You rarely took the time to really doll yourself up for a night out, usually opting for a more casual and natural look but you’d decided that if you were doing this, you’d go all out, fake lashes and all. Once at the club, you immediately placed yourself on alert which was easier said than done as the atmosphere was much more different than any strip club you were used to seeing. Not that you were a regular but more than once you’d found yourself having to go pick up a drunk Dean from whatever strup club he’d chosen for the night. In those clubs, there was almost sadness in the air, whereas here the ambiance was somehow lighter. The difference being, of course, that a large portion of this Friday night crowd was bachelorette parties just out to have a good time. The male dancers were really putting on a show and after a little while you found yourself having quite a bit of fun as one of the bachelorette parties had somehow roped you in to join them.

Across the room, Sam and Dean were watching your moves as well as those of the people around you. To say they looked out of place was an understatement but they’d managed to convince the club owners to let them act as some sort of bouncers in an attempt to excuse their presence there.

About an hour passed and you were coming up empty-handed as you began to make friends with more of the patrons around you. Though the night wasn’t going like you hoped it would, it was hard to not let yourself loosen up a little as drinks were given to you by your newly found friends and before you knew it, you began to actually notice the dancers in front of you. They were handsome, to say the least, with chiseled bodies and perfect moves. Once they caught your eye, it was really rather hard to not be distracted by them. It was an odd feeling, just watching men strip in front of you, but in all honesty, you weren’t complaining. Hell, if Dean, and sometimes even Sam, were able to go out to strip clubs and have a good time, you could too. Not to mention, the shirtless firefighter currently looking directly at you was actually helping keep your mind off everything that had happened with Dean over the past few days. The man smiled at you as he noticed he’d caught your eye, and winked. A small part of you felt giddy and you joined in with the ladies around you in a round of applause when his show ended. The lights went suddenly dark and after a few confused moments a single red light shone on the stage where the same man you’d made eye contact with earlier was standing, now in a suit and tie, head down and hands clasped firmly behind his back. A mysterious tune began to play in the loud speakers of the club and then man began moving towards the crowd, his eyes scanning through until they found your own and a mischievous smile formed in his lips as he walked straight to you. Without a word, he extended his hand towards you and, entranced, you placed your hand in his. He pulled you up on the stage and in a split second you found yourself being held close, his dark eyes looking straight through you as his body began moving around you. One by one, articles of his clothing were shed on the stage, until all that was left were his slacks and shoes. He grabbed your hands and placed them on his broad shoulders, then reached around you and grabbed you by your thighs, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You weren’t sure how but you had completely surrendered to this strange man and could feel your panties getting wet as he continued his movements, his warm skin pressed up against you, large hands slowly roaming your body. He set you down on the stage and danced on top of you, thrusting his hips much in a manner that you were sure would count as porn had you both been naked. During all of this, you’d even forgotten about the crowd surrounding both of you, far too aroused and enthralled by the man on top of you.

You’d even forgotten about a certain green-eyed hunter that was sitting just across the way, burning holes through the both of you as he watched the skilled dancer somehow flip you so you’d end up straddling him while his long fingers tangled in your hair. He pulled lightly on your hair to tip your head back as he held himself up with his other hand, his lips placing a single, gentle kiss on your neck.

Much too soon, the song was over and you came back to reality as the room turned dark for a second and applause erupted around you. You quickly stood up and the man walked you back to where you’d been sitting, placing a soft kiss on the top of your hand before running to the backstage area. The ladies around you giggled and cheered as they offered you yet another drink, and not long after the night was over. Even though part of you had forgotten about the case, you had been able to spot a suspicious man towards the back of the club and pointed him out to Sam and Dean. You all followed the man as he escorted a drunk woman to his car, tailing them until he stopped in front of a farmhouse. Though it seemed to be a normal home, there was something about it that gave you all the creeps and once Dean got closer, you could see that the people inhabiting the home were anything but normal. Almost immediately you realized these were the vampires you were all looking for and you quickly went to work, having sobered up from all the excitement from earlier. The fight with the vampires was over faster than you’d expected, especially since Dean had single-handedly managed to wipe out at least half the nest. You hadn’t noticed it at first but the way he’d been fighting was different than usual, with an unforgiving anger you’d only seen in him maybe once or twice.

Once you were done and the woman was safely back in her home, you returned to the motel and were ready for much needed rest but Dean had other plans. Without explanation he simply ordered you and Sam to clean up and get ready to drive back to the bunker. When you tried to argue with him, he looked directly at you for the first time that night and the fire in his forest-green eyes told you that he was not to be trifled with. Not today. Sam must have felt the tension in the air because he simply did as he was told and soon you were all on the way back home. The drive was quiet, not even music was playing, and soon you were asleep.

Hours later, you were awoken by the sound of doors opening and closing. You were in the bunker’s garage and Sam was already walking inside. You grabbed your bag and were still so exhausted that when you got out of the Impala you didn’t feel Dean’s presence behind you. You turned to start your walk inside and were startled when you ran into his rock hard chest.

“Oh, sorry.” you mumbled and tried to make your way around him but a hand on your bicep stopped you from going any further. You looked up at Dean confusedly, and for a moment you swore you saw a kind of pain flashing in his eyes. “What are you doing?”

His grip tightened on your arm as you spoke and you noticed his nostrils flare. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“What?” You were so confused by his question and demeanor, so tired from the hunt and the drive, and maybe a little hungover from the club – all factors that made it far too easy for Dean to take you by the arm through the bunker. “What the hell are you doing, Dean?”

He ignored your questions and your feeble attempts at breaking away from his tight grip, and all you could do was follow. Before long, he stopped at one of the random unoccupied rooms in the bunker that were further from the main hub, further from any of your rooms, and opened the door. In a second, you found yourself being thrown against the bed in the room as Dean closed the door behind him and locked it.

“Dean, what is your problem?” You practically yelled as you regained your balance and turned to face him.

“You are, Y/N! You’re my goddamn problem!” His voice boomed and reverberated through the room and you were genuinely scared that you might have accidentally done something wrong during the hunt.

“What? What are you talking about, what did I do?”

Dean glared at you and you felt your chest tighten and your frame automatically become smaller as he walked closer to you. You hadn’t realized that you were stepping away from him until you felt the back of your knees against the mattress of the bed.

“Was that fun for you? Getting on that stage, letting that stupid son of a bitch grope you?”

Really? That’s why he was acting this way? You were in disbelief and beginning to become angry, which allowed you to find your courage and stand tall against him. “Wha- Dean… what do you care? It was just a fun thing, and honestly I don’t need your permission. You’re not my boyfriend or anything so it’s none of your business what I do for fun!”

“IT IS MY BUSINESS, Y/N! YOU’RE MINE!” Dean exploded and before you could process what he’d just said to you, your lips were being crushed by his own as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you up against him.

You tried to push away, angry and somewhat stupefied but the feeling of his lips against yours, his tongue pushing past and invading your mouth, his hands moving down to your ass; it crippled you. You were helpless against his touch.

Soon, you were clawing at his clothes, pulling the fabric in every direction in an attempt to get rid of it quickly. Dean broke the intense kiss to pull his flannel and shirt off as you did the same with your clothes. He turned you around in place and did quick work of taking your bra off, replacing the lace cups with his hands, kneading and squeezing your breasts roughly as he placed open-mouthed kisses on the curve of your neck and you could feel his denim-clad cock pressing against your ass. Your breathing labored and you began to undo your pants in a haste, only managing to get them down to your ankles when Dean stopped you. He pushed you down onto the bed, holding you against the soft surface with one hand tangled in your hair as he removed your panties as well as his pants and briefs. Without warning, he pushed one of your legs up on the bed and entered you, filling you up in one swift movement. You screamed out in surprise and pain, which he ignored as he pushed your face further against the bed and began thrusting in and out of you. Though you were soaking wet, his hard pace was more painful than you would normally take and you tried to readjust your position but Dean didn’t notice, or if he did he didn’t seem to care. His onslaught continued, hard and fast, almost as if he were a man possessed.

Though it was uncomfortable at first, you soon began to feel the knot tighten in your core and couldn’t help the loud moans coming from deep within you. Though he was not always a gentle lover, the sheer force Dean was exerting on you now was new. His movements were rough and savage, there was an anger behind every thrust, and his fingers began to pull at your hair, lifting your head lightly as he continued fucking you relentlessly. The hand that had been holding your leg on the bed in place pulled it down quickly, and his fingers pulled at your hair harder, forcing your back to arch until it was flush against his chest as his pace slowed, teasingly so as you had felt yourself grow dangerously close to release. Whining in protest, you pressed yourself closer to him and heard him groan as your pussy tightened around him.

“No,” he growled. “Only good girls are allowed to cum, and you need to be punished for letting another man touch you.”

Without warning, Dean pulled out of you and spun you around. He pushed you down onto the bed and nodded his head in a commanding manner that let you know he wanted you to climb fully onto the bed. Once you reached the head of the bed, Dean climbed on top of you and grabbed both your hands, placing them over your head. He reached down to the foot of the bed and you watched as he grabbed the belt that he’d been wearing earlier and began wrapping it around your wrists. Though you’d thought about it before, you and Dean had never actually done anything remotely close to bondage but you could barely contain the excitement you felt in the pit of your stomach. He tightened the belt around your wrists and you hissed and moaned as the sting of the leather against your soft skin shot straight to your core. Dean chuckled and looked you straight in the eye as his hand traveled slowly down your arm, past your bicep, fingers slowly dancing along your collarbone before continuing down and stopping at your breast. Aroused, your nipples stood at attention; something Dean did not ignore as he rolled one of your nipples between his forefinger and thumb while lightly biting on the other. Your back arched, pushing your chest further out and closer to Dean as he continued lightly pinching and sucking on your hard-rock nipples. His lips let go of the hard nub with a pop as his hand squeezed your breast lightly before continuing on its journey down to your soaking wet cunt.

“So wet and ready to cum… ain’t that right sweetheart?”

You were biting on your lip in an attempt to control your moans and simply nodded desperately as Dean teasingly spread your pussy lips to reveal your dripping entrance.

“Tell me what you want, baby? I just might be feeling generous enough to give it to you.”

“I want you to fuck me, Dean. Please. Please make me cum.” You begged and Dean smiled triumphantly.

He began rubbing slow circles on your clit and you couldn’t help the loud moans escaping your lips. He captured your mouth in yet another bruising kiss as two thick fingers suddenly entered you. You screamed into his mouth, giving up on holding back as he moved his fingers in and out of you in such a fast pace that the only other thing you could hear in the room, apart from your moans, was the obscenely wet squelching sound of his fingers fucking you into oblivion. Your legs began to close instinctively, keeping his hand in place as you felt your walls tighten around his digits. You were close, so very close when he pulled out as suddenly as he’d entered you and you growled in frustration. Dean leaned away as you writhed impatiently beneath him and whined, chuckling at your tantrum.

“Dean, please! I’m sorry, okay? I swear I won’t ever let anyone else near me, just please!” You were desperate, willing to do everything and anything if it meant you could finally feel the sweet release Dean kept denying you.

“I know you won’t, darling. You just needed to learn your lesson.” Dean climbed on top of you once more and lined his cock up against your needy cunt. In one agonizingly slow movement, Dean entered you, filling you up so deliciously that you forgot how to breathe. He hissed as he felt your tight warmth envelop him completely and stayed in place for a moment. You so badly wanted to move your hips up against him but were scared that he’d want to tease you even more so you waited with bated breath for him to move. Soon, your patience was rewarded as he began thrusting in and out of you, each time pulling almost completely out of you before pushing back in. His hips set a pace that had you writing beneath him in no time, pulling at the belt still holding your wrists together, desperately trying to find a way to break free so you could touch him. Dean noticed your attempts and reached up to undo the belt. As soon as your arms were loose, your hands were on his back, nails lightly scratching at the hot skin as his thrusts turned faster and deeper. He was getting closer and closer to release and so were you. You could feel yourself tighten and your legs wrapped around his hips, ankles intertwining behind him in an attempt to pull him even closer each thrust.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so fuckin’ good.” Dean whispered breathlessly in your ear and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and neither would you.

“Make me cum, baby.” Dean’s pace became sloppy and frenzied, taking you closer and closer to bliss. His cock hit your most sensitive spot with every thrust and before you knew it, your head was pressed back against the mattress, body seizing with your eyes rolling back and you were screaming out Dean’s name over and over again as your walls tightened around him, pulsating and squeezing until he could no longer hold back and let go. His warm seed coated your insides, and he groaned deeply. You were frozen in place for a moment, your body refusing to move as you realized you’d stopped breathing. Letting your breath out, you went completely limp and so did Dean. His body dropped on you and he rolled off, landing on his back and struggling to catch his breath.

“C’mere,” he breathed out and extended his arm so you could move yourself close to him. As you laid your head down on his chest, his arm curled around you and he pulled you closer. Without a word, he squeezed lightly on your arm and you looked up to him. He looked down at you and smiled warmly, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before laying his head back down. That night you slept in his arms, and from then on, you found the one place you knew you truly belonged.

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Hit the Showers - Fred Weasley

Title: Hit the Showers Pairing: Fred x Fem!Slytherin!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Dirty talk, unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of blow jobs, semi public Summary: No one disrespect’s Fred Weasley’s girlfriend, except for well, him. A/N: for the anon who wanted something to do with the fight in OOTP where 3 people have to hold fred back coupled with my recent obsession with Fred and a Slytherin girlfriend!! Feedback is always welcome! Tags: @hufflrpuffforfred​ @wand3ringr0s3​ @whiz-bangs78​ @gcdric​ @starlightweasley​ @allforthexgame​ @pigwidgexn​

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“Fuck off Malfoy,” Y/N sneers as she stalks off the pitch towards the changing room. They’ve just been annihilated by Gryffindor, and all Y/N wants to do is hit the showers and let the warm water wash all of her stress away. But of course, Draco is giving her a hard time.

“They have a Weasel as their keeper, how hard could it be to score?” Draco shouts as he follows behind her.

Despite Draco’s comments, Ron was actually a pretty decent keeper, especially for his first game. At the beginning he let every shot in, but as the game progressed he got infinitely better, and ended up blocking every one of Y/N and the other chasers goal attempts. “What about you, asshat?” she asks, unable to help herself. “Maybe if you weren’t so busy harassing Potter you would have managed to catch the snitch for once in your fucking life!”

Draco jogs to catch up to Y/N and stands in front of her, blocking her path to the changing room. “Oh shove off, Y/N. Catching the snitch is the hardest part of the game, you know that. All you have to do is catch and throw a ball.”

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A/n: hi hello babies welcome to chanie’s version of husband!nct i can’t imagine this sassy bub getting married he’s my child.

Haechan

☆ Proposal

My sassy king

alright

first of all well done for being able to put up with his ass

Haechan is honestly the best friend type of partner

that you fuck ygm

“Y/n don’t wear that”

“why”

“cause you’ll look better than me and i won’t allow that”

my guys only teasing don’t worry

honestly don’t know how you haven’t broken your ribs from laughter yet

well done for making it this far

Haechan was just as happy with your relationship

and was determined to take it to the next step

“hyung what if she says no”

“Jisung please don’t underestimate Lee Donghyuk”

he’s shitting himself

he took you to a lake and rented a boat

yanoe the ones where a guy with a hat and a long moustache and a striped shirt is rowing with a long stick

it’s italian i forgot what it’s called

anYway

it was late so the lakes path way was lit with pretty lights

you were practically crying at how pretty hyuck looked in the light

the boat trip was filled with laughter

and him feeding you weird cheeses

“I can say it ok don’t underestimate my english skills”

once it went past 10 the moon was out

you had a blanket wrapped around your shoulders

Hyuck was humming No longer

you had your head on his shoulder

then he stopped

and you were like

???

you lifted your head to look up at him who was already staring at you

“is there cheese on my face”

he smiled cause your just uwu to him

grabs your hand

rubs your knuckles before kissing them

affectionate hyuck

always a fav

“what’s wrong”

“Y/n, i love you, you know that right?”

now you’re scared

“i know i don’t always say it but you mean so much to me”

if you look closely you can see tears in his eyes

“and i never thought i’d meet someone almost as funny as me”

you snort

“i always want you at my side, we’re a great duo, a team and i want us to be husband and wife”

the way you look at him is just like

wtf

Lee Donghyuk just proposed

wTF

“Y/n?”

“Hyuck are you serious?”

now he’s scared

“yeah-umm”

“well then of course i’ll fucking marry you”

“oh thank god”

oh the ring

Haechan had in a cute little pouch with a picture of you on your first date

he’s cute

love him

☆ Wedding

i think he was more excited than you

literally was so against hiring a wedding planner

wanted to do it himself

“hyuck he’a just trying to help”

“hmph”

put up with it cause he loves you and hates seeing upset

even if he’s your no.1 bully lmao

is it a shock he picked mark as his best man

thought since he was practically breaking up with him it’s the least he could do

mark ran when he tried to kiss him tho

you got married in a church

which was half occupied with dreamies in awe at the decorations

“Chenle don’t touch that”

waiting for you at he alter was hell for him

even Haechan gets nervous

has the members giving him tips from their own marriages to distract him

“i know hyung”

“yes hyung”

“hyung shut up”

then the doors open

and your standing there in all your glory

i think hyuck forgot what breathing was for a sec

accidentally saw your dress a few days ago

but it still didn’t compare to now

the violins and the pianos honestly made the whole thing more breathtaking

when you reached him he was actually speechless

for once

ngl you were kinda shy

cause he was just staring at you like

:0

then the priest spoke and he snapped out of it

the ceremony was sweet

Taeyong cried again

like every wedding he attends

after you kissed

he got a pat on the back from Mark

“well done dude”

the reception was filled with jokes

if you thought you couldn’t get anymore embarrassed

Johnny made a slideshow on how you and hyuck have ‘grown’

throwback pics galore

i think hyuck snarled at Jaemin when he tried to touch the cake

but we act like you didn’t hear it

you had a slow dance with Taeil

“you two look amazing together”

think you almost cried at his words

“promise you won’t miss him too much Taeil”

“i’ll try”

you ended up dancing with Donghyuk after being twirled into his arms by Taeil

that’s when welcome to my playground started

Karaoke with nct

yes please

i think you stole Taeyongs place as main rapper

tha night was literally just a celebration with your best friends

and the love of your life

100 Reasons Why

pairing; classmate!haechan x reader - mention of other members  word count; 8.0k genre; strangers to lovers!au, classmates to lovers!au, angst, fluff, slice of life, slowburn(?) tw; alcohol consumption; (i’m not saying everyone was drinking, it’s just mentioned) pls let me know if there are others.! summary; you’ve been in love with haechan for the longest time, and when both your parents go on a business trip; you’re both left alone. 

a/n: hi, honestly i wrote this with no prior thoughts. mostly written blindly and i wrote so much of it, but i couldn’t just delete it… so i finished it lmao. i hope you enjoy it though, i kinda like it haha. please don’t hesitate to give me feedback >:( yeah… i have no clue. enjoy ♡♡♡

You had a 100 reasons why you shouldn’t be in love with Haechan. Biggest reason? He was your bestfriend’s crush. She fancied him for the longest time, dare say you did longer. But she was vocal about it first. And everyone knows the rules of dibs. You’d sulk around it forever, listening to her words about Haechan, knowing full well and agreeing with all the compliments she’d praise him with. 

You and Haechan are in the same class, have been for years. But the year of blooming cherry trees and spring flowers, you fell in love.

The way the sun peaked through the strands of his hair, the kiss of warmth on his skin and the glow that was shining from his eyes as laughter hugged his smile. You couldn’t help but stare, and you found yourself doing so, shamelessly on different days. His soothing voice echoing through the classroom as he joked around with friends. You and Haechan weren’t the closest pair of classmates, you only had your bestfriend for the most part. But that didn’t stop you from overanalysing every little thing Haechan did in relation to you. That one day he opened the door for you, or when he’d ask to borrow your pencil. Tiny interactions that were all stored in your heart, but… You never really did anything about it. A part of you gave up on the fact that Haechan would notice you anything different than from a classmate. You didn’t really stand out, you blended in the background. Never had top marks, or the lowest. You were average. Nothing in comparison to your bestfriend. Not only did she have the beauty, she also had personality. She was undoubtedly one of the most prettiest girls in your class. But she was a dear friend, someone you didn’t want to fight over with, because of a boy. 

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To the Moon and Back

Summary: Not sure how to summarize this one, but it’s my favorite story so far!

Genre: Fluff, small smut scenes, etc.

Warnings: Light smut, nothing too bad.

Suggested: yes/no

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“Y/N? Y/N?” You hear a familiar voice call out to you, but you groan and refuse to open your eyes.

You feel your body getting slightly nudged, making you smile.

“Open your eyes, babe. I’m here. It’s me.” You do as you’re told and your vision is filled with the Sokovian woman that you love so dearly.

“Mmm, goodmorning, baby.” You say groggily.

“I missed you.” Wanda whispers before she places a kiss on your lips.

“We just saw each other last night! Remember what we did?” You scrunch your nose in laughter at your naughty joke.

“What did we do?” Your eyes roll at her obvious teasing and you laugh as you pull her out of bed with you.

You both giggle all the way down the stairs, eventually reaching the kitchen. You lead Wanda to sit on the island stool as you head to the refrigerator.

“What do you want for breakfast, babe?” You ask.

“Hmmm, what do we have?”

“Well, I could just make you the usual.” Before she can respond, you already begin to get the supplies from the pantry.

“The usual. Sure, yeah, that sounds great.” She replies slowly.

“You got it. You want extra eggs again?”

“Ew, no thanks, I hate eggs.” She grimaces.

“What? You love eggs, baby, don’t be silly.” You laugh a little, mostly in confusion.

“Yes, I was just kidding.” Wanda laughs and you smile at her accent that you love so much.

You finally get all the food you need out and begin to chop the onions. You turn to notice Wanda gazing at you, making you blush from the attention.

“You can watch TV, baby, I’ll bring this to you when it’s ready.” She smiles and shakes her head.

“No, no. You’re all I want to look at.” She gets up and hugs you from behind, resting her head on your shoulder. It makes chopping the onions a little difficult, but you wouldn’t dare tell her that.

“Can I help you, detka?”

“I would love that, but I thought you hated cooking.“

“I have to learn to like it at some point.” You laugh as she waves her fingers.

The eggs swirl with red and begin to crack themselves into a bowl. The whisk follows soon after and starts spinning around, mixing the eggs together.

“You know, sometimes your powers make me feel pretty useless.” You jokingly sigh as Wanda walks over to you.

“I know a different way to make you feel useless.” Her low voice rattles your spine as she kisses your neck.

“God, you’re hot.” She laughs as she resumes her cooking and you continue chopping.

Soon enough, your breakfast is cooked and Wanda gives you her thanks.

“You’re the absolute best.” She says coyly.

“Well, I wouldn’t say the best, maybe one of the” You get cut off by Wanda’s lips pressing onto yours.

Her tongue is quickly inserted into your mouth, making you moan at her taste.

Her hand trails under your shirt and up your back, eventually curving around to your chest. She smiles when she realizes you’re not wearing a bra and begins to slowly graze over your nipples.

You quietly moan in pleasure, as your hands reach up in her hair.

Once she decides she’s done with your breasts, her hands glide all around your upper body, feeling every inch of your skin. Her hands tilt downwards as she rests them right below your stomach, silently asking for permission.

You nod into her kiss, practically begging for it. Her hand slides into your pants and cups your cunt, her middle finger barely grazing over your clit.

Suddenly, your phone rings, cutting you guys off. You sigh as her hand leaves your pants and you are forced to answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Yes, Kate? No, I don’t think you should wear your archer outfit to the party….Why? Because it’s a formal celebration and no avenger prances around in their costume, okay?…Yes, I’ll be wearing a dress. Well, you can wear a suit, I’m sure you’ll look amazing. Now, I was kinda in the middle of something, so I’m gonna go. Okay, bye bye.”

“Who was that?” Wanda asks and you think you can hear a tint of jealousy in her voice.

“Kate.”

“And Kate is…?”

“Come on babe, don’t be mean. I know she’s new to the team, but Clint really likes her. She’s a good kid.” Wanda nods and you get closer to her.

She puts her arms on the small of your back and pulls you in as close as possible.

“So, I was thinking we could have a day to ourselves, today. What do you think?” Wanda gazes at you.

“But what about the party? The one me and Kate were literally just talking about.”

“Screw the party, I wanna be with you today.”

“Normally, I would say yes, but you know how important this party is to Tony.” You are released from her touch as you bring the two plates of hot food to the table.

“What’s it for again?”

“To raise money…for…a charity…I forget which one to be honest. But shouldn’t you know? You’ve been pretty excited about this party for weeks. You love getting all dressed up, babe.” Wanda sighs and sits down at the table with you.

“Yeah, I guess I do.” You both chuckle. “Okay, we can go, but only if you promise to dance with me.” She grabs your hand and you smile.

“Obviously. But I do have to warn you, I will be doing the sprinkler if I am thrown into a dance circle.” You get up and start demonstrating your skills, successfully making your girlfriend laugh.

Once you both finish your breakfast, Wanda takes the courtesy of clearing your plates. She kisses your cheek as she passes you on the way to the sink.

“Oh, I almost forgot, I have to go to the store to get stuff for the cookies.”

“We’re making cookies?”

“Yeah, Tony requested them specifically. I guess I’m just that awesome of a baker.” You smirk as she walks back over to you and rests her hands on your shoulders.

“You most certainly are, my love. But why is Tony asking you to bring homemade cookies to a black tie charity event?”

“That…is a good question.” She smiles and bends down to kiss your neck, causing you to blush.

“I should go to the store soon, they take a while to bake and we also need to get ready.” You get up and head towards your keys, but they fly into the air and land in Wanda’s hand.

“I’ll come with you.” She smiles and you return to her to give her a hug.

“You’re so clingy today, I love it.” Your head rests in the crook of her neck and her arms wrap tightly around you.

“I love you, Y/N. I really really love you.”

“I love you to the moon and back, Wands.” You place a small kiss on her neck and take her hand to lead her to the car.

The drive is filled with conversations about whatever comes to your minds, as well as the songs that Wanda added to your driving playlist a couple weeks ago.

You eventually reach the store and hold hands as you walk in together.

“Okay, we only need 4 bags of chocolate chips, 3 pounds of butter, and like 2 bags of caramel bits. I think we have everything else at the house.” Her eyes widen a little at your request.

“I’m making cookies for an entire event, trust me, this might not be enough.” She just simply nods in response and follows you down the appropriate aisles.

You both find your way into the fruit section and smile when you realize the amount of jokes you can make.

“Hey, Wanda, you know what my favorite fruit is?”

“What?“

“You.” You smile and dodge the light punch on the shoulder that comes your way.

“Well, I happen to like grapes.” Her fingers swirl and you see a grape pop out of its container and fly into her mouth.

“Wanda! That is a crime. I’m telling the manager.” You begin to fast walk away from her, but feel a hand turn you around by your waist.

“It can be our little secret.”

“Mmmm, fine, but I expect a bribe.” She rolls her eyes before she pecks your lips.

“Well…that’s sufficient for now, but I will be needing lots more bribes later tonight.” A laugh escapes her lips as you both walk towards the chocolates aisle.

“Hmmm, which chocolate do you need again, detka? There’s semi-sweet, milk chocolate, bitter, wait who would want bitter?” Wanda questions.

“I don’t know, probably Clint or something. But we need the semi-sweet.” She smiles and nods as she picks up 4 bags of the chocolate and places them into her basket.

You eventually finish getting all the ingredients you need and drive back home. Wanda uses her powers to carry in the bags and unload them onto the counter.

“Okay, I’ll start making the cookies and you go put on that dress that I love so much.” You bite your lip as Wanda nods.

“Yeah, maybe tonight you can help take it off of me. Now where is it again? I forgot.”

“Uh…in the closet?” She nods and heads to your room as you bring out the recipe from your notebook.

By the time Wanda is fully changed and ready to go, you’re placing the cookies in the oven. You turn around and your mouth drops open at your girlfriends beauty.

Her curves are accentuated by her dark red dress that goes down to her feet. Her hair is perfectly curled and her makeup looks absolutely beautiful.

“I would kiss you, but I don’t want to get flour on your dress.” You say in awe.

“You think I care?” She asks as she quickly walks over to me and cups my face in a tender kiss.

“Okay, I’m gonna get ready, can you take these out in about 20 minutes?” You ask after you break apart from each other. She nods and you head into your room to change.

When you’re ready, her reaction to your outfit is a quick, but very intense, makeout session.

“God, I can’t believe how hot you are.” Wanda says in a low voice.

You pull away and realize your hair is a little messed up, but it was worth it. You both head to the car and mingle as you drive to the compound.

You finally make it to your destination and get out of the car, opening Wanda’s door for her. She thanks you with a kiss and grabs your arm so you can lead her into the building.

You both walk through the front doors of the building, arms linked to one another. You couldn’t feel happier next to the woman you love so dearly.

“Well, well, well, I see you guys finally made it. Y/N, those cookies better be with you, or you are out of the avengers.” You’re scared to laugh, knowing Tony could very possibly be serious.

“Relax, old man, I gave them to Happy.” He smiles in relief and pats my back before greeting Wanda.

You take a look at the scene in front of you and get a little anxious, seeing crowds of people. You’ve always gotten nervous towards big crowds, which hasn’t really helped your career in the avengers.

Wanda senses your nerves and gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“I’m right here, baby. Nothing to be afraid of. All these people are probably nervous to meet you, you’re an avenger.” You nervously chuckle and kiss your girlfriends lips.

“Hi, Y/N, hi Wanda!” Kate walks up to you both with a big smile, wearing a fully black suit.

“Wow, I see you went with the suit option. It looks great, honey.” Wanda smiles and agrees with me, making Kate awkwardly chuckle.

“Yelena seems to think so. She’s been complementing me a lot. Kate bishop, you can really pull off a suit, or Kate Bishop can you bend down and pick up my fork so I can stand behind you and look at your ass. Well, she didn’t say the last part but I just know she dropped that fork on purpose.” You and Wanda laugh as Kate mimics Yelena’s accent.

“I bet she has a little crush on you.” Wanda chimes in.

“Oh my gosh, I hope so. Wait…don’t tell anyone I said that. Seriously, don’t.”

“We won’t, we promise.” Kate nervously walks away as I turn to Wanda, quietly laughing.

“She’s a lot younger than I expected.” Wanda says as you lean against her body.

“What? You’ve literally met her like 5 times, Wands.” She shakes her head and pauses for a minute, before smiling at you.

“Right, yeah. I was just kidding, baby.” She replies.

“Oh, okay. Uh- anyways, wanna dance? I hear the lawn is in need of a sprinkler.” She nods, so you drag her into the circle.

Peter is in the middle doing handstands and breakdancing poorly.

“YEAH, PETER, WOOHOO!” Tony yells from your right.

You look at him confusingly, so he leans over and whispers.

“He wasn’t feeling too confident about his dance moves, so I’m cheering him on a bit. The kid needs a little reassurance sometimes.” Wanda smiles and squeezes your hand at Tony’s sweet gesture.

Peter eventually leaves the circle and it remains empty for a while. You look at Wanda and she confirms your silent question, so you quickly push through the crowd of people to go into the middle.

You can hear Wanda and Thor loudly cheering for you. You instantly bust out the sprinkler and the entire crowd laughs and cheers.

You do it for so long, that Thor pushes you out and replaces you with himself.

You laugh and find your way back to Wanda, who has open arms ready to embrace you.

“I know you mentioned a dance circle, but I really didn’t think a black tie charity event would have one.” Wanda laughs.

“Well, yeah…this is what all Tony’s parties are like.”

A slow song begins to play, causing Wanda to grab your hand and bring you to the open part of the dance floor.

You both hold on to each other’s waists and you rest your head on her shoulder. She strokes your hair and kisses your head, holding you tighter than usual.

“This event is actually better than I thought it would be. No offense to Tony, he’s just not the best party planner.” Wanda doesn’t respond, so you use your finger to bring her eyes up to yours.

“Hm? Oh…sorry, I was still thinking about how you actually did the sprinkler in a dance circle.” You let out a big laugh and kiss her on the cheek, before pulling away a little.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom really quick.” You start to walk away and she pulls you back to her by your wrist.

“I’ll come with you.”

“No, no keep dancing, I wouldn’t want to ruin your fun.” You chuckle.

“No, I’ll come.” She pulls you towards the bathroom but you stop walking.

“Is everything okay, Wands? Not that I’m complaining but you haven’t left my side all day.” You chuckle as you sway with her on the dance floor.

“It’s not my fault that I love you so much.” You raise your eyebrow implying that you don’t believe her, so she keeps talking.

“I guess I just….don’t want to think about what would happen to you if you left.” She clears her throat and smiles awkwardly before resuming your slow dancing.

“Why would you think anything would happen to me? I’m right here, Wanda. I’m right here.”

“I know you are. But…but you’re not and I-“ Her voice begins to break as you tilt your head in confusion.

“What do you mean I’m not….?” You can see her struggling to find words.

“You can tell me anything, Wanda. It’s okay.”

“I can’t. Not this. I’m not going to ruin this.”

“Wanda?” You try to coax the words out of her but she remains silent, staring at the floor.

“Wanda? Come on, baby, just tell me.”

“Y/N….” She looks up at you briefly, and you can see tears swimming in her eyes. You sigh as you know what she wants to say.

“Wanda, I know you’re dreamwalking.”

“W-what? Dreamwalking? I’m…I’m not dreamwalking.”

“I’m not stupid, Wands. Wanda told me- or I mean, my Wanda told me about this. About the ways that I could tell if someone wasn’t from our universe. You didn’t remember the night that you’ve been waiting for for weeks. You don’t know simple things about this Wanda’s life. You asked me who Kate was and then about her age. And I mean your fingertips are no secret.” Wanda stares at you with a mix of disbelief and sadness.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers.

“I’m not mad at you.” You keep her level of voice.

“You’re not…?”

“No, of course not. I love you. Whoever you are, you’re Wanda Maximoff and I love you.” You cup her face and she leans into your hand, making you smile at her beauty.

“But you have to let me go.” Wanda’s head shoots out of your hand.

“What? No-no please, I can’t.”

“You have to, my love. It’s not fair to my Wanda.” You squeeze Wanda’s hands, her blackened fingertips interlocking with yours.

She puts her head against yours and closes her eyes as a tear falls down her face.

“I don’t want to say goodbye again.”

“I know. But it’s not goodbye, because now you know that I’m only a universe away, Wands.” She chuckles while the tears continue to fall.

“And Wanda…I don’t know what happened in your universe that made you want to leave it so badly, but just know that my Wanda loves me in this one. So, so much.”

“I know….I know that. There’s nothing I’ve ever been more sure about. I love you in every universe.”

You kiss Wanda’s hands as she gazes at you. And even though you technically met her this morning, she’s Wanda. And you love her.

“I don’t know if I can get through this, Y/N. It’s so hard.” Wanda’s voice falters and it breaks your heart.

“You can do anything. You are Wanda Maximoff and I love you more than anything in the world. In the universe, I guess. Just close your eyes, baby.” You embrace her, putting her head into the crook of her neck.

Wanda’s eyes fall shut, only to be open again in a dark room lit by tens of candles.

She quickly turns her head in every direction, desperately reaching out for you. Tears pour from her eyes as she kicks the darkhold, screaming in anger.

She kneels to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

“I miss you.” She whispers to an empty room.

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Jensen Ackles | Dallas Convention, January 30, 2022 [x] [x] [x]   

Unconventional

Summary: Dean and Y/N are on their very first vacation together. Unfortunately, Dean forgot his swim trunks at home. Y/N finds an alternative that leads to some fun for both of them.

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Smut, fluff, angst, 18+

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: Spoilers for the season 15 finale, explicit sexual content, some dom!Dean, oral sex (both male and female receiving), 69, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), choking, cum shot, cursing, the Rhonda Hurley story

Square filled: Wedding @spnmixedbingo​ 

A/N: This story contains smut! Do not read if you are under the age of 18! I wrote this for @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone​‘s Make-Me-Horny challenge. Congratulations again on reaching this wonderful milestone ❤ I hope you like my contribution to your challenge! 😊 In the gif that I received, the man has longer hair. So, I decided to let Dean grow out his hair for this fic 😉 You can see the gif in the according scene down below. Dividers by the talented @talesmaniac89​ 😊

Dean Winchester Masterlist

SPN Mixed Bingo 2021 Masterlist

“Find anything?”, Dean asked, his gravelly voice bouncing off of the hotel room walls.

“Yup,” Y/N replied, kicking the door shut with her sandal-clad foot. She was holding a paper bag, her eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement. “They didn’t have a lot of variety, so… Don’t get mad.”

He arched an eyebrow at her, snatching the shopping bag from her hand. After taking a single look inside, his face was quick to fall. “What’s that supposed to be?”

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