my name is Skylar or soojin, but you can call me whatever you want
I have a kpop account where i write smut here
Requests are open if you would like to send in any writing prompts, but please be mindful that i do write for other fandoms as well so it may take longer for me to get to certain requests
I'm okay with you requesting smut prompts as long as it isn't anything to do with scat, feet, or rape (CNC is fine tho)
I can also write age regression fics if you would like as I myself am a little
He says "don't do this, Cas." Not "what are you talking about?" He says don't do this. Because he knew. He always knew about this slowly blossoming thing between them that he was always too scared to acknowledge. And you say IT WAS PLATONIC????
Warnings: none really. Poorly written (it's currently 4 am and i wrote this in like 10 minutes) not proofread. Dean calls reader darling and sweetheart, does include crying, mention of a pad
Genre: fluff
Word count: 652
You, Dean and Sam were working a case in a small town in the middle of nowhere, it was supposed to be a quick salt-and-burn though it was being dragged out due to the ghost being cremated; you guys couldn't find the object it was tied to. All of you decide to turn in to the hotel for the night, Dean saying something about how 'sleeping it off’ will help. You and Sam were sitting in Baby while Dean checked you guys in. A few minutes went by of you and Sam talking about the case, before you saw Dean walk outside with a sour look on his face. When he got in the car, he turned to look at you and Sam before speaking
“They only had two rooms available, and both of them are single beds, so someone's gonna have to share” he explained. Sam sighed, disliking the idea of sharing a bed with someone, especially his brother.
You all decided that you and Dean would share, and went to your respective rooms. Once inside, you sat your bags down before going to take a hot shower to alleviate your tense muscles. Leaving the bathroom, you saw Dean sitting on the floor on a few blankets watching old western movies on tv.
“Dean, what are you doing?” you ask, looking at him confusedly
“watching tv?” he replied, confused
“not that, I meant why are you on the floor?”
“so you can have the bed” he said casually, not removing his eyes from the television
“you realize we can both sleep on the bed, right?”
After a few minutes of arguing, and him trying to prove his point of how it's the ‘’gentlemanly thing to do”, you finally give up, and collapse onto the mattress. You fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow, exhaustion making you slip into a dreamless sleep.
You wake up a few hours later to a sharp pain in your stomach. Sitting up, you bring your knees to your chest, and cuddle against your legs, hoping maybe that would be enough to make the pain stop. You manage to make it to the bathroom, to put a pad on, before wobbling back to bed, stumbling when you begin to feel lightheaded.
You try to find a way to lull yourself back to sleep, though nothing is helping, and you keep tossing and turning. Sitting back up, you can't help the tears that start pouring out of your eyes. You put a hand on your mouth, trying to stifle the sounds your uneven breathing, as you don't want to alarm Dean.
‘*Dean’* you thought, and you mindlessly crawled to the floor next to him, resting your forehead again his back as you continue to silently cry. He stirs, and turns around, still half asleep, he opens one eye to look at you
“what’re you doing” he asks, his voice laced with sleep “wait, are you crying? What's wrong darlin’?” he sits up pulling you up with him. He sees you clutching your stomach, and realizes what's wrong. He pulls you into his chest, and cradles the back of your head.
“do you wanna try to lay back down on the bed?” he asks, and you nod. He stands up, before offering you a hand. Guiding you to the bed, with a hand on your lower back, he helps you sit down, before walking to the other side of the bed, and getting under the covers.
“c’mere, lay down ” he says, and you lay your head on his chest. “shh, it's okay, I'm right here, sweetheart” he says as your tears finally stop. He begins drawing light patterns between your shoulder blades, as you listen to his heartbeat; his steady breathing paired with his warmth, and comforting scent lulled you back to sleep
How about Spencer X female reader having a cozy Sunday in with books and coffee. Maybe Spencer teases her about reading a romantic book while he reads something academic?
Cozy Sunday - Spencer Reid
Your favourite day of the week was Sunday, it was the one day in the week that you could relax with your lovely boyfriend, Spencer, with both of your schedules being so hectic. Waking up in the late morning, finding spencer already awake, making the two of you coffee, messy hair indicating that he had woken up mere minutes before you.
“Good morning, love. or should I say afternoon” he says giggling, as you wrap your arms around his waist from behind, as he stirs the sugar into your cup.
“Morning, Spence” you say as he turns around to face you, wrapping his arms around you, and placing a soft kiss on your forehead.
“I made coffee for us” he says, his little awkward smile tugging at his mouth. You just nod, before quickly pecking the corners of his mouth, and running away with your cup of coffee in hand. You take your place on the couch, grabbing the book you’re currently reading, Spencer soon finding a spot next to you, book in hand. The two of you enjoying the comfortable silence that always seems to surround you in moments like this. After a while, you can feel spencer staring at you over the rims of his glasses, an amused look on his face.
“What?” you ask, confused, but giggling at his facial expressions.
“What genre is that book?” he asks, eyebrow raised.
“Romance, its slow burn though. Do you have a problem with my choice in books?” you reply, smiling. He just laughs and shrugs his shoulders.
“And what’s your book about? Cause it looks like an encyclopedia to me.” you say, peering over to the book in his hold.
“It is actually. Do you have a problem with my choice?” he says, using your previous sentence.
“Not at all, Doctor Reid” you say smiling, before he pulls you into his side, cuddling you and rubbing soft circles into your arm. You both go back to your respective books, and before long, you can feel your eyes grow heavy, and you fall asleep cuddling your love.
Since he was a young adult in the ‘80’s and ‘90’s he’s definitely into r&b and 90s rap, especially the sex songs from people like 50Cent, lil wayne, young money, R kelly, and more. So he definitely has a sex playlist on his mp3 with their music on it, and sometimes he plays it when you two have sex, especially when he eats you out for a long time
I feel like he would be the type to follow the beat of the music
and he most definitely lives between your thighs.
The two of you could be doing something random and mundane, like watching a movie, or you could be reading a book and drinking tea or something, and all of a sudden, your pants are gone, legs spread, and your boyfriend has his head shoved between your thighs, and his fingers are shoved inside of you, curling against your gspot over and over.
Also the type to hold hands during sex, especially if you guys have been going at it for a while (he can last a long time) and either of you start to get overstimulated. He also just really likes to do it when you guys are being slow and passionate, like when he comes back after a long case
Is either really teasing or really soft, but there is no in-between
He is also the type to have makeup sex, and it happens a lot, especially if you work with him, cause he worries about your safety so much, and it causes some arguements
Warnings: none really, writing does include illusions to anxiety and talk of pda, but other than that, it's pretty pg
Derek would be the type of bf to order for you at restaurants while you hide behind him, holding his hand. He would honestly do that with any public speaking you would have to do tho, he thinks you relying on him for things like that is the cutest thing. He's also the type of person to put his hand either on your thigh or over your own hand when he sees that you're getting anxious, and he smiles when he feels your body relax under his hold.
I feel like we already know this, but Derek's really protective of you, and gets jealous easily, so if you are out in public together, his hands are on you at all times, especially when he sees someone eyeing you from across the room. And if they were to come up to you, trying to hit on you, he'd be right behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist as his head rests against your shoulder, right against your face, and if the other person still doesn't get the message that you're taken, he may even start peppering kisses along your jaw and down your neck
Warnings: none really, writing does include illusions to anxiety and talk of pda, but other than that, it's pretty pg
Derek would be the type of bf to order for you at restaurants while you hide behind him, holding his hand. He would honestly do that with any public speaking you would have to do tho, he thinks you relying on him for things like that is the cutest thing. He's also the type of person to put his hand either on your thigh or over your own hand when he sees that you're getting anxious, and he smiles when he feels your body relax under his hold.
I feel like we already know this, but Derek's really protective of you, and gets jealous easily, so if you are out in public together, his hands are on you at all times, especially when he sees someone eyeing you from across the room. And if they were to come up to you, trying to hit on you, he'd be right behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist as his head rests against your shoulder, right against your face, and if the other person still doesn't get the message that you're taken, he may even start peppering kisses along your jaw and down your neck
