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Trying Something New

A/N: Hey guys! I haven’t uploaded an imagine in a while but tbh I’m so fucking busy it’s driving me mad.

Warnings: smut, kinda (male masturbation, Stiles has an overly active imagination 😉), mentions of blood if that kinda stuff creeps you out (not anything major)

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader


Words: 1500 ish


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By the time Stiles finally drags himself back to his dorm, the sun is slowly rising and his hair is starting to stink with drying slime from the Kanima (most likely) blood that he’s had the unfortunate displeasure of coming across.

Honestly, he thought that when he went to collage he would finally be away from it all, finally be safe. God knows that he’s put his dad through enough stress with all the shit he and Scott pulled.

The guilt gnaws at his insides at night.

It seems like all this shit just keeps following him around. Not that he’s complaining or anything, but it’d be nice if the monsters were a bit more considerate of Stiles’ upcoming exams.

So, all things considered, seeing his roommate, (Y/N), up at the ungodly hour of fuck-that-o'clock making pancakes naked in the kitchen is probably number 12 on the list of Weird Shit That Only Stiles Has To Deal With This Week. (Y/N)’s got her back to him and in the low light of morning, he can only just make out her soft curves and smooth skin.

“Um,” he says, sounding a like a fucking moron who can’t pull four words together to ask *‘what are you doing?’* Luckily for him, his roommate turns around and saves him the trouble.

And suddenly, this entire thing goes up a few spots on the Weird Shit That Only Stiles Has To Deal With This Week list because (Y/N)’s not naked. She’s got a scarf wrapped around her neck that only just covers her chest bits and a - ridiculously tiny, *oh good lord* - pair of black panties on that makes her ass look absolutely. In a second he realizes that the scarf is the one he asked his dad to send over last month.

And oh, *oh* doesn’t that just make whatever blood Stiles still has in his head go south. Because it’s *(Y/N)* and she’s got his scarf sitting atop her bare chest, the only thing shielding his eyes from the glorious view of her naked body.


He feels weirdly possessive.


Stiles very pointedly shoves those thoughts down along with any other inappropriate images that his mind tries to conjure up. It’s a failed attempt.

“Are those pancakes?” He eventually finds the mental capacity to ask, because now that his upstairs brain’s caught up with the situation, this doesn’t seem that odd compared to all the shit (Y/N)’s pulled in the past. The girl in question nods as Stiles continues to stand in the middle of the kitchen instead of getting the fuck out of there.

“They’re shaped like Mickey Mouseâ„¢,” She informs him and Stiles tries not to be jealous when she flips a pancake and it lands back in the pan, and not on the ceiling. “You want?”

“Pass.” He says, knowing full well that the Kanima blood was drying and if she noticed he’d have some explaining to do. He pointedly tells himself that he’s not running away to hide the tent that he’s now sporting in his jeans. “What are your wearing?” And then something else occurs to him. “Did you just say ‘™’?”

(Y/N) shrugs. “It’s laundry day.” She says lightly, her full attention turned to the pancakes now. “Gotta get it all done. Hope you don’t mind. I stole your scarf.”

Her saying it so casually makes Stiles fell scarily possessive, and his brain is already thinking of the best way to get out of this situation right now. “Keep it.” He says, and clears his throat because his voice is suddenly deep and raspy. “It looks better on you.”

(Y/N) looks at him, as if she knows all the filthy little thoughts running through his head, before putting the pan on a cold plate and walking over to him. It takes a great deal of effort for Stiles to maintain eye contact.

“Really?” She quirks a brow. Now, she’s standing right in front of him, so close that he can see the gorgeous tint of her eyes, can smell the remnants of perfume and vanilla extract on her skin. Stiles gulps. “Honestly Stiles. You put your dad through all the trouble of sending it over only to give it to your roommate so carelessly?”

He should look away. He wants to, because he knows (Y/N), knows that she doesn’t do relationships and loves to play games and, if her screams at night are anything to go by, loves to fuck hard and wild until she can’t walk properly the next day. He should walk the fuck away because he knows that if he does, (Y/N) won’t try it again.

But right now, all he wants to do is fuck her senseless, preferably tied to the bed with that damned scarf.

“Umm,” is what he stupidly replies with instead. (Y/N) raises a brow, but Stiles can’t worry about that because she’s got *hands* and suddenly those hands are being placed delicately on Stiles’ shoulders so that her thumb grazes gently over the dip of his collar bone.


He stares at her for a moment, and Stiles quickly realized he could do it forever. She’s so beautiful, she doesn’t even know it. The set of her bright eyes, the smell of her body, that shade of her skin that Stiles could spend years looking for but never actually match, the way her nose fits perfectly onto her face, the arch of her brows and swell of her lips; it drives him mad.

But then those gorgeous eyes are filling with surprise and she’s laughing slightly when she asks him: “Why is your shirt wet?” Suddenly, Stiles is reminded of the reason he’d come back late in the first place, of the blood and gore and *danger* that seems to come along with his life, and he can’t help this primal instinct within him that begs Stiles to *protect* and *fortify* and he knows it. Stiles knows he just can’t.

Even if it was just for one night, he can’t drag her into the hell hole that is his life.

“I need a shower.” He says and pulls away and it takes everything inside of him to ignore the hurt look on her face as he does.

He practically runs to the bathroom, not even bothering to strip down before he stands under the harsh spray. The water’s freezing cold and it turns his face red, but Stiles knows that blood washes off better this way (he also acknowledges that it’s a fucked up thing to know) and honestly, he needs it.

It takes a full five minutes under the freezing spray before Stiles actually strips down. He piles his dirty clothes in the corner and knows that those jeans are probably ruined. As he turns the heat up, Stiles closes his eyes, enjoying the way the water feels cascading down his sore and taut muscles.

And for a moment, just a moment, he allows himself to picture what it would feel like to have (Y/N) in there with him.

It’s wrong, he knows it is, but Stiles can’t stop the thoughts from entering his mind. She’d come in after him, the thinks. Probably when he was just about to step out. He can imagine the way she would look through the frosted glass, the way he would see her delicate hands pull the clothes off her body. He imagines her, finally pulling the shower door open and standing before him, as bare as the day she was born.

Stiles reaches bewteen his legs and strokes his length swiftly, unsuprised to find that he’s already hard. He goes back to the images he’s created in his head. Pictures the way (Y/N) would smirk at the flustered and confused look on his face, and - no.

In his head, this isn’t the first time they’re doing this. In his head, she walks forward with a smile, the genuine kind she gives when she’s high or when Stiles tells a dumb joke. She wouldn’t even wait for him, she’d just step forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders - Stiles pictures the way she had done it moments before - and joining him under the warm water.

He pictures the way the water starts to wet her hair and face, pictures the droplets running down her body. He squeezes himself at the base. He imagines the way her soft skin would feel under his touch, hears her soft gasps and quiet moans as he dips a hand between her legs. Stiles strokes his dick faster, picturing the look of ecstasy on her face when he slides his fingers into her wet opening. His hand’s moving fast now as he imagines pulling away and silencing her moan of disapproval with a kiss as he slides his length into her cunt.

Stiles gasps slightly as he pictures how she would feel around his dick. He hears her moaning gasps as he slides into her, presses love bites to her neck and breasts and she pants and screams and finally, *finally* Stiles is the one making her do so instead of all those guys she brings home. He feels the way her legs would tremble and her body shake as he reaches between them to press a thumb to her clit, he pictures the way she could clench around him as she comes, gripping onto his shoulders and moaning into his ear and -

Stiles almost let’s his shout slip as he comes in his hand.

It takes him a long while to gather himself. He takes deep breaths and tries to fight away the guilt at what he just did. (Y/N)’s his friend and he’s an ass for thinking about her like that, but goddamn* the way she looked and spoke and laughed - it all made Stiles’ head spin.


It is with a belated sense of worry that he realised he’s fallen for her.

Love Someone

Author: @riversong-sam

Word Count: 105

Parings: Sam x Reader

Request: @stareena said:

Prompt!!! Prompt List 4; Prompt number 58 (When you love somebody, you love them entirely. The good parts and the bad parts.); Sam/(Character of your choosing) please. Thank you!!!!!

Prompt: 58 When you love somebody, you love them entirely. The good parts and the bad parts.

A/N:Â  Feedback is greatly appreciated.

You ran your fingers through Sam’s hair as he laid on your lap. He was having a rough day after the hunt he and Dean had just gotten back from.

“Why do you love me?” He asks suddenly “You shouldn’t.” 

“Sam! How could you ask that?!” You frowned down at your boyfriend

“I love you because you’re a strong handsome man who cares about others. Who risks his life daily for others. Sam When you love somebody, you love them entirely. The good parts and the bad parts. I love you for you.”

He smiles shyly up at you through tears, “I love you too.”

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Ben En zayıf olduğum yerden Sınanmış,
En hassas olduğum yerden, Vurulmuşum.
Hangi yanımdan yara alsam
O yanımdan, Ağrımışım.

Taşıyamam, Zannettiklerimi taşımış,
Taşırım zannettiklerimin, Altında kalmışım.
İçimdeki Ummânı, önce Sızdırmış
Sonra taşırmışım..

Anlamışım ki Dünya âlem perdesinde
Ben de gelip geçici,
Ben de bir gölgeymişim.

Asıldan nasibim var ama, şimdilik
Sûretmişim.

Öyleyse hepsine de  M E N N A ..

What He Needs

Author: @deans-wife-has-needs

Word Count: 567

Parings: Charlie x Dean

Warnings: Smut, pwp Â

A/N: Feedback is greatly appreciated. for @charliebradbury1104

“You’ve been a naughty boy Dean” Charlie tsked running the riding crop up Deans inner thigh. Dean whined against his ball gag and tugged his restraints.

Early that day Dean had been playing with fire by flirting with the cute waitress. Dean wasn’t one to beg, to ask for what he wanted. So instead of asking his sort of girlfriend to dominate him, he decide to try to get in trouble. Obviously he got what he wanted.

“Naughty boy, you never learn Dean. I always give you what you need. I will always give you it if you only ask.” She slapped his thigh making him yelp.

Charlie raked her nails down Deans chest, stopping to pinch his overstimulated pecks. Smirking as it pulls a needy moan from her lover. She bends down sucking on one loving the way Dean squirmed beneath her. She puts on the nipple clamps loving the way Dean arches and moans.

“Think Im gonna leave those on a while.” She murmurs tugging one.

Dean whines and bucks his hips as much as he can.

Tossing aside the crop Charlie rifles through their toys choosing a large vibrating dildo and begins to work Dean open with her fingers. He squirms beneath her and she tsks.

“Be a good boy for me Dean unless you want more punishment. He whimpers but goes compliant under her.

“Good boy.” She prasies and works the toy into him slowly. Once it’s fully seat she gives him a minute to adjust before slowly fucking him with it until he’s whimpering loudly and trying to beg. Turning it on she watches his eyes flutter shut.

“I’ll be right back.” She coos and squeezes his hard cock. It was red and angry looking due to the cock ring preventing his orgasms.

Charlie sets up his aftercare taking her time. She wanted Dean as needed as she could get. Deciding twenty minutes was enough she went back into the bedroom pleased to see Dean thrashing and whimpering. She takes off his gag.

“Charlie please! Please! I need to come. Please let me come.” Dean whines and begs.

“I don’t think you’ve learned.” She twists the toy inside him making him yelp as she hits his prostate.

“Please I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Shh baby it’s alright.” She soothes “You can only come inside me and not until I say understand?”

He nods tears streaming down his face. He knew she was concerned but shook his head, he’s safe word if it was too much.

Charlie takes his cock ring off after removing the toy and gives him a minute to gain control. Once he nods she throws her leg over his hip and straddles him lowering herself slowly onto him moaning.

Once shes satisfied he’s alright she begins riding him.

“Charlie not gonna last.” He whimpers

I’m so close Dean don’t you come yet.” She commands and rides him faster.

“Charlie!”

“Now Dean come with me.” That’s all he needs as he comes hard spurting ropes of his come into her pushing her over the edge with him. she climbs off him once they’ve ridden the highs and gently unties him.

“Good boy Dean. Such a good boy for me I’m so proud.” She runs his wrists and ankles gently cleaning him as well.

“Thank you” he mumbles sleepily.

“Welcome big boy” she cuddles and praises him until they both drift off.

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goldenngore replied to your post“goldenngore replied to your post“˜;;  —  O P E N .   Â  Â  Â  Â…”

ho. how is riding the beast scarier than facing its fire and teeth??? imm fight a dragon and prove u wrong.

goldenngore replied to your post“i’m kicking u off the quidditch team tbh”

PLS ALL THIS TEAM NEEDS IS ME

I CAN DEFEAT ALL OTHER HOUSES BY MYSELF

           … i swear 2 fucking god if that dragon ur gonna “fight” doesn’t kill your annoying ass i’m going to

I Want Her P7

I Want Her Masterlist

Author: @riversong-sam
Word Count: 508
Parings: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: character death, memories of kidnapping and assault, angst, comforting!Jensen  
A/N: Feedback is greatly appreciated.

Jensen was shook from his thoughts when you started to whimper and clutch his shirt tighter.

“Shh (Y/N)” he rocks you.

You barely registered Jensen holding you. The memories in your dreams held you too tight.

“No! Please don’t hurt them please.” You cry

“(Y/N)! Wake up!” Jensen was worried now that you started shouting and begging.   

You wake with a start and it takes a moment before you realize where you are. It takes another before you start sobbing and less than that for Jensen to crush you to his chest and let you sob against him.

Jensen looks over to Ryan feeling helpless. Ryan just looks back sadly.

“There’s a bedroom down the hall you can take her to. We’ll be here.”

“Thanks” he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, lying with you on the bed.

“Please let me help you.” He whispers holding you close.

It takes several minutes before you stop crying, and a while longer after that before you talk to him.

“This man..”

Jensen lightly rubs your back waiting for you. He wasn’t going to push you’d tell him on your own.

“I was just about four weeks after my medical discharge from the marines. I was still recovering from the bullet wound I received my last tour. He was in my home when I got back from physical therapy. My son was..” you start to cry again.

“He was so little Jensen. So little barely two years old.” You cling to his warm embrace and it’s another few minutes before you can speak again.

“My baby was on the floor with my husband. They’d both been shot, execution style once to the back of the head.”

Jensen pulls you closer and you hear him sniff. It’s obvious he’s crying too.  

“I called 911. There was a fight with this man and we were gone before the cops arrived. He held me for a year before Ryan and the rest of my old team were able to find me. He did awful things to me.”

“Why didn’t they just kill him?”

You were surprised by his statement, “I don’t know but I wished they did. He swore he’d escape and come for me.”

“(Y/N) I won’t let him hurt you anymore.”

“Jensen no please you can’t help! I can’t lose you too.”

“(Y/N) I love you. It’s my choice to help.”

You look up at him, “You love me?”

He nods brushing your stray tears away, “I don’t expect you to feel the same, but it doesn’t change my decision.”

“Jensen I care for you deeply. I wouldn’t call it love I’m not quite ready for that yet. But I don’t think I could handle you getting hurt or dead because of me.”

“(Y/N).”

“Jensen please he’s very dangerous. I have the scars to prove it.”

“Scars?”

“Ten whipping scars and a few of my stab scars are from him.” you whisper.

Jensen growls lowly and you bury your face in his chest. He’d protect you no matter what.

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