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Geralt and young Ciri :3

Ever started something, get distracted by playing Witcher 3 for the 3rd time and after you finish it, other shit pops up and before you know it it’s been months since you’ve touched your project?

This was kind inspired by the audiobooks (ain’t nobody got time to read when there’s Witcher 3 to be played) and also a part in the game.

protective or possessive | jughead x reader

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: You’ve been spending more time with your friend Archie lately which makes your other best friend Jughead jealous.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,305

A/N: hello this is the first imagine i’ve ever really wrote? i want to start writing again and im so in love with riverdale and decided to just go for it. this is also based off a prompt and a part two could easily be wrote so !!! let me know your feels <3

Ever since you could remember, you’d been best friends with Jughead, Archie and Betty. Sure, over the year’s things might have happened that caused some of you to grow distant from each other even resulting in branching off into two different groups – you and Jughead, Betty and Archie – but when it came down to it, you were all still best friends. You knew if you needed someone when Jughead was being his usual anti-social self, you could go to Archie or Betty. And, lately you’d really needed someone. Not for any huge reason, just little things that seemed to be going wrong here and there. First it had been a bad date and you’d originally wanted to go to Jughead but – of course – he was too busy writing that novel of his and the last thing you wanted to do was bother him so you turned to Archie. Then there was the time on the way to school where your shoes broke and a car went speeding through a puddle splashing all over your clothes. Betty had been first on your mind that time but when you stepped into school soaking wet, shoes in hand about to step in the Blue & Gold office, you saw her and Jughead working on the paper so decided once again to turn to Archie.

It always seemed to be Archie lately and that didn’t bother you. He was a sweet guy always willing to help you out. It was nice to feel so close to him again – it had been something you’d lost over the years even if you still classed each other as a best friend.

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In the gardens

Pairing: T’Challa x Reader

Warnings: Angsty-ish, bit of fluff.

A/N: I am taking so long with requests but bear it with me, would you? Feedback <3


Originally posted by buchanstan

Ever since Steve’s team arrived into Wakanda, they seemed to be a lot better; well, everyone except for one. (Y/N) was quiet by nature, but after everything that happened, and the people she had lost because of the men’s stubbornness, she decided to build up the highest walls so no one could reach to her.

Her powers had caused terrible damage, and she promised herself to not use them anymore; she was not completely in control of them, and it almost seemed like they controlled her sometimes. The only place where she could unravel them and feel completely free from her fears were the gardens, but they were usually full of people and full of the king’s servants who were kind enough to ask if everything was alright.

One day, as she started wandering, she found a spot that hadn’t been taken care of in quite a while. It was calling her name, and feeling her protective instinct blossoming once again, she went every day for over a month just to take care of the plants that there laid withering. (Y/N) was not at home, and she was most certainly not safe, but that portion of land somehow needed her as much as she needed it. She moved things around with her powers, feeling completely in control of her telekinesis for once in her life. And she even created a small pond with her element-control. Only her part of the gardens could bring a smile to her heart.

She was often seen carrying a book and running away, not even the few teammates she still had in Wakanda could get more from her than a greeting, and the king himself started to wonder what she did all day and why she pushed everyone away.

Until he discovered her little secret. T’Challa found her sitting on a stone little bench she had made all by herself. It was still a bit rough, but comfortable enough to sit there for a while. He cleared his throat to let her know there was somebody with her.

“Mind if I sit?” T’Challa asked as he pointed at the empty space next to (Y/N). She nodded silently and he sat down. “Did I interrupt something?”

“No—king T’Challa—you—” she stammered—“I was just—nothing.” She shook her head and fell silent again, trying to focus her sight on the book, but she couldn’t help but to look at him from the corner of her eye. The man was not only beautiful, but in his presence she felt tiny, and somehow, safe again.

T’Challa cleared his throat and began again. “You know, I’ve always liked this side of the gardens, ever since I was a child; whenever there was some sort of royal happening, I used to run all the way here and my mother would find me somehow.” He sounded absentminded, but in his mind one thought wandered, and it wasn’t even the reminiscence of his favorite childhood memories, but he was trying to imagine how it would be if (Y/N) smiled; he was most certain that he had never seen her like that. “It always felt like an escape. My father didn’t even knew about the immensity of his own palace…” he chuckled, “so how did you discover this?”

“I just started walking and… I got here.” She shrugged. None of them looked at one another, but (Y/N) could feel how fixated he was on her. “The plants needed some help.”

“I think I could hire you as the gardener, would you like that?”

“If it means I can stay here…” she turned her head to face him, “I would.”

“You know… I’ve asked around for you, but the others said you were not talking to them,” (Y/N) bit her bottom lip almost immediately, “may I know the reason why?”

“I just don’t know what I could say to them…” She shrugged. “My mother used to tell me that if I didn’t have anything nice to say, then I’d better keep quiet.”

“Don’t you think that’s a harsh thing to say to a daughter?” He pointed out.

“My mother…” she started, “she was not the kindest woman alive,” she gave him a quick look, “but it doesn’t matter, she’s not among the living anymore.”

“I’m sorry to hear that…” he gulped. “And were the Avengers somehow like a family to you?”

“They were the closest thing I had to a family, and it ended up just like the first one, and probably just as bloody.” (Y/N) pursed her lips in a thin line. “You know, when I was at school nobody really liked me, and not only because I wasn’t popular. People feared me; kids feared me because at kindergarten I spoke to a dying plant and it seemed to come to live again.” She giggled, but it sounded more like a heavy sigh. “Then, things around the house flew for no apparent reason, and that was when my parents started to fear me too and so I ran away.” Her voice seemed to crack, so she remained silent a few seconds before clearing her throat and starting again. “There were some people looking for me, bad people, and they got to my parents because they were the closest thing to me. They died because of me, because I wasn’t there to protect them.” She inhaled sharply and shook her head. “Then SHIELD found me and I became an avenger. I had a family again, a terribly dysfunctional one because let’s face it, none of them knew how to have a family. We were the outcasts, the weird ones. I felt at home but… It didn’t last long.” She looked at her hands and hid them inside her sleeves. “The things I love never last for long, mainly because I destroy them.”

“I’m sorry…” The king softly said. He looked at her and to his eyes, she had never looked more vulnerable, but it wasn’t the vulnerability that meant weakness; not at all. This vulnerability made her so transparent, like a fragile glass, just a stone away from breaking into a million pieces. She looked very differently from how she did in The Raft, where she looked utterly terrified. (Y/N) allowed her walls to fall apart just enough to let him know why she tried to shut everyone away. But her walls started to build quickly up, and before T’Challa could say something, she was slowly walking away.

He followed her and grabbed her hand, trying to make her turn around. Her (Y/E/C) eyes were getting watery, and a rosy color tried to take over her cheeks. He didn’t know what to do, or if what he was about to do was ok, but he went along with it, and taking a deep breath, his hand went up to (Y/N)’s cheek and gently stroke it. She trembled under his touch and in T’Challa’s mind, the worst fears played.

“Don’t do this, T’Challa.” She mumbled. “Get away from me before it’s too late.” She tried to free herself from his grip. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

“How about you let me decide if I want to get hurt or not?” He softly asked, not wanting to let go of her. “And how about you come out of your bedchamber to socialize? I’ll be hosting a party at the palace in two nights, and I’d love to take you as my date.”

“I don’t even have a dress.” (Y/N) stuttered.

“I’m quite sure Ms. Maximoff can handle that for both of us.” He leaned in to kiss (Y/N)’s cheek and bowed his head before saying his goodbyes.

“T’Challa, wait!” She screamed, running her way up to him; who, with long steps, had already gotten a few meters away. “I haven’t even said yes.”

“Well,” he smiled, “I will go by your room in two days and if you’re wearing pajamas, then I’ll know you’ve turned down my invitation.” T’Challa took (Y/N)’s hand and lifted it enough to kiss it, looking straight into her eyes.

And two days from then, King T’Challa knocked on (Y/N)’s golden doors, only to be welcomed by one of the maidens that was in charge of her. Inside the dormitory, Wanda was finishing the last details of (Y/N)’s dress. The king couldn’t help to smile at the sight of such a beautiful woman. She wore a long, navy blue dress that even though it was not tight, it still held on to her curves perfectly. She turned around, almost in slow motion, and smiled back at the dark complexioned man that so fondly looked at her.

She looked like a dream come true; like his own little piece of heaven was on earth, right in front of his very eyes.

“You’re gorgeous,” T’Challa said in amusement, “and you look gorgeous too.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, your highness.” (Y/N) smiled as she bowed her head.

They walked together through the hallway that lead to the big ballroom where a lot of people had gathered for a celebration that (Y/N) was not aware of. The couple greeted some of the guests and everyone kept mentioning how gorgeous T’Challa’s companion was. She did not feel afraid of hurting anybody, because having him by her side was enough to keep her mind occupied. She was very grateful for his ministrations to her, and she wouldn’t have enough life to thank him for everything he had done.

Not only he managed to make her speak of her past, but she also felt like she had a friend, someone she could really count on, and (Y/N) appreciated that the most.

Once the greetings and protocol salutes were over, the two were offered a glass of champagne to start the night; (Y/N) was not a drinker, and mostly because of her uncontrolled powers, she declined the drink as asked for some water instead.

“You never told me what you’re celebrating.” (Y/N) mentioned at the table. They were sitting together, and in order to speak to him, she had to lean in closer. T’Challa shivered lightly at the feeling of her breath close to his skin.

“It’s my father’s birthday today,” he explained, “and it’s a tradition to remember the birthdays of a king or a queen. I suppose mine will be remembered one day.” He replied with a soft smile. (Y/N) corresponded the smile with a soft giggle. “Hey! You’re smiling, that’s a progress.”

“I have a good reason to smile tonight.” She conceded. “You know, I never met your father… but he sure as hell did a great job bringing you up.” She sighed. “You’re a great man, T’Challa, and you’re going to be an even greater king.” T’Challa smiled nervously; he was used to receive compliments about his duty as the new king of Wakanda, but if they came from (Y/N)’s lips, the compliments felt a hundred times better and it made his heart beat faster than ever. “I don’t think I can thank you enough for taking me out of my bedroom… I had forgotten how it felt to be with people, like real people.” She shook her head and giggled. Then, she leaned her head on T’Challa’s shoulder and felt how he tenderly kissed her hair.

“Shall we dance?” He asked, after a moment in silence.

The musicians started to play a slow tune, perfect for a romantic dance. The two stood up and headed for the center of the dance-floor. For the first time, (Y/N) felt extremely nervous and self-conscious around the king. There had never been that little space between them; not even at the Leipzig airport, and not even when they were all rescued from The Raft. She shivered when his big hand softly placed on the small of her back, not too low, but not up high. She took a deep breath before relaxing again and taking the hand that he offered.

When she looked up, she could’ve sworn T’Challa’s eyes were in the shape of a heart. He looked down at her and smiled when he found she was looking at him. He looked away with a winner grin and he led the slow movements of their bodies.

“Is there a special person you left back home?” He softly asked.

“No, I didn’t.” (Y/N) replied in a defeated voice. “Love has not been good with me. I told you, I hurt everyone I love.” She quickly looked away. “I just don’t think I’ll ever be good enough for someone. I mean just look at me—”

“I am,” T’Challa cut her off, “and I have done it for a while… and I have to say it; you’re the most gorgeous woman that I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re just saying it to make me feel better.” (Y/N) shook her head in disbelief.

“I wish I did—” T’Challa let go of her hand and placed it on her cheek, cupping it gently—“but I’m not. It’s hard to put it into words, especially with this many people around us, but you’re good enough for me, and you’re so, so good that I believe I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you, (Y/N).”

“I—I… I just don’t know what to say.” She stammered. “T’Challa—I—”

“You needn’t say a thing,” he assured her, nodding his head once, “just promise me you’ll never say something like you’re not good enough again. You are good enough, you’re more than good enough, and you don’t hurt the people you love, and you have my word about it.”

Out of a sudden, T’Challa felt brave enough to lean in and gently press his lips on hers before she could argue any more. It didn’t take long for her to realize what the blabbering was about; she wasn’t really sure if she felt the same, or even if she was able to feel something for somebody again, but the safety his arms, walls and gates provided were more than enough to make her consider giving that leap of faith.

“T’Challa, I need you to hear me out on this one.” She pulled away from him. “This is not easy for me, and I… I don’t know if I feel the same about you.”

“I will not push you into something you don’t want.” He assured. “Set the boundaries and I’ll respect them. I like you, but I want you to be happy, even if it means without me.”

“And what if that’s exactly it?”

“We’ll figure that out together, then.” He leaned in, but instead of kissing her lips, T’Challa kissed her forehead as they kept dancing.

The Darkness

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Title: The Darkness

Characters: Sam, Lucifer ( or Casifer if you want to be technical), Dean x Reader, Amara, Gabriel x Reader (you’ll see)

Word Count: 1,627

Warnings: angst, slight fluff

A/N: I wrote this a while ago, maybe a month or two ago, and I decided to post it finally. I hope you all like this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

Ever since Dean removed the mark of Cain, there had been this unspoken tension between the two of you.  You loved Dean, and he loved you, but there was one huge problem; the darkness, or Amara as she called herself.  Dean was your boyfriend, but Amara acted as if you didn’t exist.  You didn’t take her affection for Dean lightly.

When you finally came face to face with Amara, she was not pleased with you.  She made sure to note that Dean and her were bonded.  You chose not to give a shit about what she said.  You weren’t willing to lose Dean, especially to Amara.  By the time Amara was done with you, you were beaten and bloody.  Lucifer was the one to heal you.  If it wasn’t for him, you probably would have died of internal bleeding.

“[Y/N] please,” Dean pleaded.  “Amara will kill you.”  Dean’s eyes looked over the blood that still stained your skin and your clothes.

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Be Okay- Harry Styles Imagine

Warnings: Language and self deprecation

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this story I put together! Sorry that the ending isn’t the best, I just really wanted to post it before going to sleep so I rushed it. Thanks lovelies<3

Ever since the boys split up, fans have been looking for someone or something to point their fingers at. Of course, there were some fans that understood that the boys of One Direction just needed to go their separate ways. But others wanted to blame one person in particular, you.

Your relationship with Harry started a couple months before Zayn left and has been going strong since. However, due to the timing of you starting to date Harry, a few fans like to blame you for the destruction of One Direction. Lately, however, the hate has gotten worse. You had prayed that with Harry releasing new music, the birth of Liam’s baby, and the other guys being successful with their dreams, that the hurtful comments and hate would stop. Unfortunately, you have never been more wrong.

Scrolling through twitter, Instagram, and other social media sites often left you in tears as you saw comment after comment about how you’re a “bitch”, “whore”, and much worse. Harry of course, knew about the hate, and he tried his best to help you get through it. But you felt as though he just didn’t completely understand. Here he was getting constant love form all his fans, meanwhile they are trying to tear you apart and break you.

Today was the worst experience with hate that you have seen so far. Although seeing the hurtful comments was hard, this one was nearly unbearable. As you walked out of the store with your friend, you could almost sense that something was off. However, you weren’t sure what it was until you were standing next to your car.

At first you could barely even tell it was your car. It was almost unrecognizable with the spray paint across its blue hood. The words read “die bitch” in white letters. The driver’s side windows were completely smashed, leaving traces of glass all over the seats and the ground.

“We should call someone” your friend says quietly. No words could come out of your mouth, only small sobs, and tears strolling down your cheeks. “Do you want me to call your parents or Harry?”

“No” you choked out. “I’ll be fine. Let’s just call a cab. I’ll take care of this when I get home.”

The ride home with your friend was silent. The entire time you just kept staring at the pictures you took of your car. Disbelief filled your head as you never thought anyone would do this to you. Once your friend was dropped off, you decided to call Harry to see if he has already heard about what happened. As the phone rang, you felt your heart skip a few beats, unsure of how to go about this conversation.

“Hey love” he answers.

“Hi babe, I was just calling to see what you were doing.”

“I’m just finishing up in the studio, but I should be home in about an hour. Why what’s up?”

“Oh nothing” you lie. “I just wanted to see when you’d be home so we can just talk then.”

“(Y/n) is everything all right” he asks. Of course Harry could always tell when something was off with you. Whenever you had the chance to talk to him you would talk for what felt like hours, so he was concerned when you said you wanted to wait until he was home.

“Yeah everything is fine. I love you and I’ll see you later.”

“Alright baby, I love you too.” There was a hint of sadness to his voice, but you ignored it and hung up.

As the cab pulled up to your house, you thanked the driver and paid your fare. Once you set your bags in your room, you sat down in your living room letting out a sigh. While waiting for Harry to get home you scrolled through your twitter to see that the story of your car has already hit media. Worry filled your mind, as you didn’t want Harry to see any of the articles posted, or any of the other additional comments left by some fans.

To your surprise there was a mix of positive and negative responses to the article. Some fans shared their pity and shock for what happened. But others wished someone had done something sooner, or worse, wished it would have been you that was bashed, instead of your car windows. Loud, audible sobs left your lips as you read hurtful comments, one right after the other.

“Babe I’m home” Harry yelled as he walked in.

“Shit” you muttered while you tried to clear your face so that he couldn’t tell you had been crying. “Hi Harry.”

“So what did you do today?”

“Oh I just went shopping, nothing special. How was it at the studio?”

“It was amazing. Words cannot describe how excited I am to start touring again. I just feel like everything is falling into place” he says with a soft smile. “I was wondering though, where’s your car? I didn’t see it in the drive way so at first I thought you wouldn’t be home.”

“It’s at the shop” you say a bit too quickly. “One of my tires popped so I just had it towed there and I’ll pick it up tomorrow.”

“How did you get home then” he questions giving you a look of concern.

“I just took a cab” you answer, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Awe, babe, next time just call me and I’ll come and pick you up.” Harry approaches you, holding out his hands and placing them on your hips. The moment his hands touch your body, an uncontrolled sniffle comes out. He gives you a look of confusion, unsure as to why you were upset.  

“Harry, we need to break up.” You spoke so softly, but Harry still heard every word. His green eyes turned glossy, as if he was ready to cry.

“What are you talking about” he asked through shaky breaths.

“I can’t do this anymore. I’m just not happy.”

“Was it something I’ve done? If it’s because of me spending so much time on the album or the tour, then baby I’m so sorry. I’ll put it all on hold if it means that I won’t have to lose you. Just tell me what I can do to save us.” His voice had a begging tone to it.

“I’m sorry Harry, trust me it’s not you-“

“Don’t give me the ‘it’s not you it’s me’ stuff, because I don’t believe it one bit. Something must have happened to make you feel this way. So just tell me what it is and we can work through it. Please (y/n) just tell me.”

Taking a few steps away from Harry, you take a few deep breaths, debating on how to handle this. Yes, you loved Harry, he was your everything. But you also knew he could do so much better, and have any girl he wanted. If you stay in this relationship with Harry, are you being selfish? Is it wrong to stay with the person you love, even though you don’t deserve them?

“Everyone hates me” you say in a hushed voice.

“Wha-What?” He looks at you confused, having no idea where you plan on going with this.

“You’ve seen the hate I get. Constant messages of how I destroyed One Direction, and am ruining your life. I just can’t take it anymore. I’m sorry.”

“Fuck those guys. Those people who say they love my music but talk shit about you, are not my real fans. They are just jealous of how insanely beautiful and talented you are. I know hearing those things hurt, but don’t care about what they say, just listen to me, and believe me when I say I love you.” His voice sounded panicky and urgent as if any moment he will lose you.

“It’s not just their words anymore Harry. It’s now their actions as well. Do you want to know the real reason why my car isn’t here? It’s because someone smashed in my windows and wrote ‘die bitch’ on the hood. So I’m sorry if I just can forget about it.” You voice cracked every other word and you spoke so quickly you weren’t even sure if Harry understood a single word that you said.

A silence fell in the room as you two stood apart from one another. Slow tears fell down Harry’s face as he watched you shake and sob. Taking slow steps, Harry approached you, and placed his large hands to your cheeks. Your eyes locked with his for a moment, until he moved to lightly place his lips to your temple.

“I’m so sorry baby, I had no idea. We can figure this out. In fact, I’m going to find out who did this to your car. I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore.”

“Harry there’s only so much you can do. I just don’t think we will work-“

“(Y/N) please. I love you so much. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. We can figure this out, please baby.” He locked his eyes with yours, and kept a hand on your chin so that you couldn’t look away. “Tell me that you’re not happy and you don’t love me, and I will leave right now. I won’t bother you about this again.”

“Harry… you’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been and I’ve never felt this way about someone before. I don’t want to lose what we have, but I also don’t want to hold you back. You can have anyone you want, so why me?”

“Don’t you see that you are the girl I want, the one that I need. I don’t care about anyone else but you. I promise I will do whatever it takes to make you happy every day. I promise to keep you safe from all the people who try to hurt you. And most of all, I promise I will love you unconditionally, with all my heart.”

Your body was still shaking from being unable to contain your emotions. Within one smooth motion, Harry met his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and passionate, and exactly what the both of you needed. It just helped reassure that Harry was the person you were supposed to be with. Sure the hate is hard, but with Harry by your side, you could overcome anything.

Kooky for Luci

Title: Kooky for Luci

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 544

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I hope you like Lucifer, because here’s on that I liked writing! I thought the title was witty and cute! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! Request some Christmas drabbles from THIS list? <3

Ever since you ran into Lucifer a few years ago, you couldn’t stop thinking about him.  You couldn’t help but think about how it would feel to be wrapped up in his arms.  You wondered what it would be like to kiss him.  You started to feel like you had a schoolgirl crush on him, except that’s what it was.  You were smitten with Satan.

Dean snapped your attention back to reality when he shook your arm.  “[Y/N], are you ready?  Remember, you’re just going to go down to the cage to talk to him.  See what it’ll take for him to help us,” Dean instructed.  

You nodded, climbing out of Baby’s back seat.  You were immediately greeted with Castiel’s nervous smile.  “So just to be clear, you think Lucifer likes me, and that’s why he’ll help us,” you spoke, trying to keep your excitement to yourself.

“That’s what we believe, yes,” Castiel spoke, his voice serious.  “Come on [Y/N], we must go now.”

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Ballet Dancer Eddie AU

 Saw this prompt somewhere, and I loved it because I do ballet! -Ori <3

Ever since he was 5 years old, Eddie knew he wanted to be a dancer. His mom was watching ‘The Nutcracker’ on TV, and little Eddie watched the graceful girls on their tip-toes, and the strong men, lifting them so gracefully. His mother supported him from the start; she had dreams of dancing when she was younger. So little Eddie went to his first ballet class.

It was something that had stuck with him. Every Monday and Thursday, he was at the studio, honing his skills. Even though he was short and fragile, the years of practice had buffed him up. His arms were toned, legs strong, his chest almost carved.

It was one of these Mondays when the Losers Club decided to go see a movie. Bev, Ben Stan, and Bill were riding together; Mike and Richie were to pick up Eddie from practice. They sat in the parking lot. Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed. 

“Dude, go check on Eds, we’re going to be late.” Mike said to the boy waiting impatiently beside him.

“No way! Why don’t you?”

“Because I’m not madly in love with him.” 

Richie blushes, and gets out of the car. He opens the doors to the studio, and is met by stares from the dancers.

“May I help you?” a blonde lady behind the counter asks, in awe that a new face entered the studio, not to say a teenage boy.

“I-I’m looking for Eddie Kaspbrak.” He softly stutters to her. She points to a closed door.

“He should be in the studio” she says. Richie mumbles a thank-you, and heads through the door.

The room was bright, with mirrors on the walls, and a bar along the perimeter. Eddie turns around at the sound of the opening door.

Richie had seen Eddie shirtless at the Quarry and such, but this was different. He had never noticed the contours of his body, the way his sweat gleamed, his soft, supple skin.

“God Rich, take a picture. It’ll last longer.” Eddie says with a chuckle. Richie blushes.

“Sorry, I j-just.” Richie spits out. Eddie smiles, puts on his shirt, and leads Richie out of the studio.

“There’s more where that came from, Tozier.”

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Lucifer’s Preening

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Title: Lucifer’s Preening

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,209

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: This is a second part to An Angel’s Preening   which was requested by @cadyjay and @mylittlesupertimewolf. I hope you all love this as much as I do <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3

Ever since you preened Gabriel and Castiel’s wings, word about it traveled around in heaven.  You knew Balthazar had to be the one who spilled the beans.  You didn’t want to spend your days preening the wings of every angel in heaven.  You needed to get some air.  You grabbed your coat, brushing past the Winchester brothers.  “I’ll be back in an hour or two.  I just need some fresh air,” you shouted over your shoulder.

“Be careful out there,” Dean yelled, his voice stern.

“Always am,” you shot back.  You smiled to yourself at how protective they were of you.  You climbed the stairs, exiting the bunker in a hurry.  If you had to preen another set of wings you were going to go insane.  

As you walked down the road, your eyes scanned the area around you.  It was peaceful and quiet; just what you needed.  You felt the breeze flow through your hair as you closed your eyes.  Your eyes shot open at the sudden sensation of someone or something else’s hands on you.  When you looked around, you noticed you weren’t by the bunker anymore.  You were in some strange room in a building.

You looked around the strange room, suddenly all alone.  You shrugged, “I guess I’ll just leave.”  You grabbed the blade you kept in your jacket.

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Warm Me Up Part 4

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Ever since they’d gone to get Sonic, Nico seemed a bit distant. He would talk to Will if he saw him, but he’d find a reason to leave. At first he didn’t mind. They were plausible reasons. He had to get his homework before his next class, or he needed to get his charger, or even because there was a show about to come on that he loved.

It wasn’t until he’d run into him while he was smoking that he realized it was on purpose.

He saw Nico at a table outside. He’d just sat down and he was pulling out a carton of cigarettes. He was alone, not really looking at anything in particular. He didn’t have a book or a laptop or any form of homework. It was just Nico in his leather jacket and scuffed boots with a newly lit cigarette pressed against his lips.

He walked over and nudged his shoulder. Nico looked up at him and offered a smile. “Hey,” he greeted.

“Hey. I thought you were trying to quit?”

Nico let out a long stream of smoke, away from Will and shrugged. “I am. Today’s a cheat day.” Will hummed. “Baby steps,” he shrugged.

He scratched his head and took a deep breath. Will nodded and figured he had no right to tell him how to quit. “Well, hey, I was going to watch that new movie that just came out, the one with the obsessed boyfriend or something. Did you want to go with me?”

Brown eyes, so dark they looked like onyx, flickered up to him. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly and sniffed. “I have an essay due online, I can’t. But thanks.” He flicked his cigarette then put it out on the ash tray. “I think I should work on that. I’ve been procrastinating here for a few hours already.”  

Will raised his eyebrows and clenched his jaw. He only hummed. The lie hurt, and it made him wonder what other lies Nico might have told him. The worst part was that Will knew he would’ve believed him if he hadn’t seen Nico walking and sitting down no more than ten minutes ago. And he’d put out a new cigarette just to get away.

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Reyes Vidal Appreciation Week - DAY 3

Ever imagined that Reyes turns into a grumpy racoon when he’s really tired, done with people’s incompetence and sick of being a criminal mastermind? meneither

And Ryder just goes like dude, Reyes, you need to chill

ALSO I’VE HEARD COURTNEY WOODS CHECKS OUT THE FAN ART ON TUMBLR COS OF REYES WEEK, SO IF YOU’RE READING THIS I LOVE YOU HOLY SHIT

Alone Time Pt 2

Part 1 - Part 3

Ever since that night, you couldn’t look at Hoseok the same way. You would make eye contact with him from across the room, and you’d suddenly feel wet between your legs. It would have been an understatement to say that you couldn’t wait for him to spend the night again.  

You were sitting on your couch watching TV when you heard him unlocking the door. Your heart started to hammer in your chest. As he walked in the door, you started to become nervous. He came over and sat next to you, dropping himself onto the couch.

“Did you order pizza?” he asked, looking you in the eye. His leg pressed up against yours, and you could feel your breath start to become heavier.

“Yeah, I called 20 minutes ago; it should be here soon,” you stammered, refusing to look him in the eye. Your face started to heat up, and you were beginning to feel restless. You stood and to walked into the kitchen. As you leaned against the kitchen counter, you heard the doorbell ring and J-Hope answer the door. He walked into the kitchen with the pizza boxes in hand.

“You ordered my favorite; you never do that,” he smirked and walked closer to you. “I must have done something right.” He backed away from you and walked over to the pizza boxes. After you both ate, you watched your favorite TV show, and Hoseok got in the shower. Your show ended, and you hurried into your room. The excitement was building in the lower abdomen; you had been waiting for this moment for days. You stripped off your clothes and climbed into your bed, lying on top of the covers. You replayed those moments in your head as you slid your hands down your body. You remembered his eyes on you as you played with your clit.

“H-Hoseok,” you moaned, wishing his hands were on your body. You heard him shut off the shower, and you began to moan louder, wanting him to hear you. You bought your hand up to your chest and squeezed your nipples the way you wished he would. You waited excitedly for him to exit the bathroom. You wanted him to watch you slide your fingers into your core.

Finally, you heard the bathroom door open, and your heart skipped a beat. His footsteps echoed on the hardwood floors. You continued to pleasure yourself, producing little moans, which he was sure to hear. He stopped in front of your open door. His gaze fell on your naked body. You stopped moving your hand and looked up at him. His body was still a bit wet from the shower; he wore only a towel, and you noticed to how muscular he was. His shoulders were broad and strong, and his abs were glistening from the droplets of water. You moaned unconsciously, thinking about all the things you could do with him.

“You’re eager today, Princess. You couldn’t even wait for me,” he smirked at you; his eyes were raking over your body, drinking you in. His gaze felt as if it was burning holes in you; your dripping core ached for him. You propped yourself on your pillows so you could look at him better. “Let me see all of you,” he whispered, his voice deep and erotic. You spread your legs wide as your fingers put pressure on your clit. You whimpered from the intense pleasure, your eyes never leaving his.

He walked into room, dropping his towel before sitting on the bed at your feet. His hardened length caught your eye; it was bigger than you’d expected. You pumped your fingers into your core as you thought about what it would feel like to have him inside of you. His hand found his member, and he also began to pleasure himself. His eyes met your before they traveled down to your pussy.

“Do you think about me every time you touch yourself like this? Does it make you wet when I watch you?” he asked as he positioned himself between your legs. You were coming undone. His words echoed in your brain, and they made your pleasure even more intense.

“I-I think about you every night. I’ve wanted this for so long,” you sighed. Suddenly, you felt his skilled fingers on your clit; he began to work to in circles. You mewled and moaned as he brought you closer to your climax. His hand never left his cock as he stuck two fingers in you and leaned forward to press his tongue to your core. He flicked his tongue over your clit as you began to cum. You put your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from yelling. His name left your lips as he finished you off with a few more pumps of his fingers. He quickly moved to a kneeling position over you as he began to cum himself. The sticky white liquid shot onto your body and landed on your stomach and breasts. When he finished, he smirked down at you.

“I never thought we’d be doing this,” you giggled, staring up at him. The pleasure of the orgasm still leaving you on a high.

“Well, I always wished I could make you cum like that,” he said, smiling. “We have to do this again,” he added, helping you off the bed and into the bathroom so you could clean yourself off.

“Oh we will,” you cooed as you turned on the shower and stepped into the hot running water.

So I’m dirty

I hope you guys liked the second part. I’m going to make a third part for sure.

~Admin Sugar 

Master Post

You Tricky Devil You

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Title: You Tricky Devil You

Characters: Lucifer x Reader, Gabriel

Word count: 1,040

Warnings: fluff

A/N: Happy Satan Sunday babes! I hope you all enjoy this! It was requested by an Anon! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

Ever since you met Gabriel the two of you had become great friends.  It wasn’t long after meeting Gabriel, that you had met Lucifer.  You were drawn to Lucifer the second you met him, but he didn’t come around often.  You assumed it was because of Sam and Dean.  You would talk to Gabriel about him sometimes, keeping your questions vague and telling him about your dreams.

You and Gabriel were sitting on your bed, munching on pizza as you watched Netflix.  You ripped a piece of your crust, throwing it at Gabriel.  It soon escalated into a small food fight between you and Gabriel.  When the archangel had enough of your shenanigans he reached over and started to tickle you.  Before you knew it, Gabriel straddled himself around your waist, tickling you until your face turned red.

Gabriel casually looked up, surprise washing over his face.  Your giggles soon subsided, wondering what the hell he could be staring at.  You leaned your head back just enough to see Lucifer leaning his back against your doorway.  He did not look pleased.

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