and hold the handle in his mouth

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Requests: “You are one of the only blogs that write quality Barry Allen smut, so thank you. Can you please write a Barry smut where he always is gentle with the reader because he doesn’t want to lose control with his powers. One night she confronts him and a night of vibrating hands and speedy enhancements occur? Thank you 💕” Credits to gif owners!

It was the same thing every time. Slow thrust, kiss, whisper your love for each other and then hand holding. You loved every second of that. Barry told you every single hour that he loved you. And all he did was make love to you, nice and slow, where you could be close to each other and rest your foreheads together. You loved Barry with all your heart but slow just didn’t cut it for you anymore.

The first time you confronted Barry about it, he reasoned with you, sped up a little bit and you made a really strange noise (indicating you loved it) and he figured he hurt you by accident because he was too fast. If Barry even thought about thoroughly fucking you, he would start to vibrate. But he’d never touch you when he did, his excitement about his fantasy would scare him into thinking he would lose control.

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This is not the end;

She’s never going to see him again. And he was perfect.  

Lily meets the love of her life in Tesco Extra at 10pm.  read on ao3

Happy birthday to the cutie-pie ria @gxldentrio

The first time Lily Evans meets him is at the self-checkout service at Tesco Extra. He’s got these tall, gangly legs that look like they could go on forever and (from what she can tell from the back of him anyways) an unruly bed of jet black hair.

And, if first impressions were anything to go by then he was also an absolute fool. Clumsy and, to be honest, bordering on idiotic.

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skirt (m)

Title: Skirt 

Pairing: Jimin + Reader

Theme: Five litres of smut with a light, sprinkle of fluff. 

Warning: Coarse language, Explicit Sexual Content, and Mature Subject Matter. 

A/N: Re-post. The one on Ao3 is fixed if you would prefer to read it there. 

Originally posted by sosjimin

Part I: 

Morning

There’s sweat dripping down his face and neck. He dabs it off with his hand towel and proceeds to dig through the contents of his duffel bag as you watch from around the corner. You know it’s wrong but you can’t stop yourself from staring. He’s one of the most simultaneously loved and hated students at school. Kind and considerate when you’re on his good side, and a complete nightmare when you’re on his bad side. Just last week, he made your friend cry after she accidentally spilled tea on him in the cafeteria. It was a total disaster. You went home furious that night, praying for the chance to get back at him … and now you have it.

For whatever reason, the academically challenged jerk-off is using the girls locker room. All you have to do is scream bloody murder and the school administration will handle the rest. It’s fool proof … but the second you open your mouth, he reaches back and tugs his shirt off. You rapidly lose focus. Whatever you were going to say is shoved all the way down your windpipe, and you watch in quiet disbelief, holding your breath as he undresses in front of your eyes.

The soft th-thump in your chest grows louder and heavier as you pan a look down his body.

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Did you book?

Request: “Hii mmhmh, I just want to say that I like your blog so much, I think you’re cute and I would ask for a fic where Bucky and reader has to share a bed so he has a hard time trying to hide how turned on by reader he is. Smut, if possible. THANK YOU.”

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, SMUT (OH, YAS)

taging: SORRY, I totally forgot to tag people last time xd . @magellan-88         @bellastellaluna  @all-the-fandoms2  @nyu-kun69  @fashun–deevah  @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x @marvel-fanfiction  (again sorry if I’m missing someone, please let me know if you want to be tagged in my next series, or untagged!) :) Thank you XX.


Part 2. 

4.32 a.m

Bucky has problems. Serious problems.

Nearly an hour ago something has woken him up from his slumber. This “something” has been your leg spread freely over his tighs. It seems that in to the nigh both of you have moved and now, for his dismay, you are laying peacefully on top of him with your crotch dangerously near to his.

He has tried to move you a couple times but didn’t had the guts to wake you up, you seem so relaxed and you deserve it so much… So, every time you move in your sleep and rub your knee over his dick you stick another nail on his coffin. Bucky gulps nervous when your arm shakes a little in his chest as if you are dreaming, he knows from the start that sharing a bed with you was not a good idea. For fuck’s sake, how he has let you convice him of that? If he can’t bare with feeling your knee againts his when you dinner with the team, how is he gonna bare with the feeling your warm, half naked, body squashed againts his? He commit the mistake of taking a deep breath

- Fuck… - he mutters. You smell so well… And it was not the shampoo, that’s for sure, because the one in the bathroom doesn’t smell like anything. It’s your natural smell, and he can’t help imagining that same fragance saturating his nosetrils when he digs his head on your neck while burying himself deep inside you… - Virgin Mary… - he mutters under his breath, extremelly unconfortable when his dick twitch on his sweatpants at the vivid image.

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when i dream it happens in blue

When team Voltron is split up by a wormhole, Lance is thrown onto an icy and desolate moon. After two weeks of waiting, he reluctantly realizes he can’t stay put any longer if he’s going to survive. Across the universe, the other paladins manage to regroup, but they’re missing a critical link: the heart of team Voltron.

Set after season 1 because I think that Lance got absolutely cheated in season 2, this fic follows the Blue Paladin and his journey across the stars to find home.


Death is inescapable. There comes a certain point in a young person’s life–usually when they leave childhood behind–that this is somewhat accepted, tucked away, ultimately known but not realized. It’s not usually until much, much later in life that death becomes more tangible.

Defenders of the universe know no such luxury.

In the few months that Lance had been in space, he’d had some harrowing experiences, sure. But staring at the sickly purple barrier of the Galra force-field that had cut off any chance of escaping caused a sensation he wasn’t quite prepared for. He felt hollow, staring at the massive battalion they’d have to defeat to stay alive. He knew it was impossible, yet he knew he’d try anyway. His heart sank, and his gut soured, and he just knew. Lance knew that he would fight until he couldn’t anymore, fight until he died. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t think of a way out, a way to lift the team’s spirits. A joke bubbled in his chest but died on his tongue like a desert wasteland.

The purple flickered for a moment, then vanished.

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Triplicity (M)

Originally posted by etherealkt

=> Yoonseok x Reader Poly!AU

Summary: Distance is a cruel thing, and when you find yourself going astray, they are there to help remind you of just where exactly you belong.

Warnings: Explicit smut. Includes M/M smut as well. Slight angst. D/s themes.

Words: 11,191

a/n: 11k of smut. This is a new low.


“Well, what do we have here?”

Voice thick with irritation, spitefulness leaking from plush lips that supported the thin cigarette hung loosely from his teeth, a threatening gaze sized you up and left you feeling defenseless and weak under the scrutiny of coffee eyes, depths uncertain and unknown.

You weren’t exactly sure how you managed to find yourself in this predicament, hands held at the small of your back, wrists overlapping each other as a much stronger hold pinned you in place. You could feel the drumming of Hoseok’s heartbeat against your shoulder, grip tightening around your skin as you poorly attempted to gain back any control you once had, which hadn’t been very much to begin with.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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new beginnings.

2,402 words | fluff; warnings: none.
meeting at a coffee shop au + shin hoseok

a/n: ramen shop owner!wonho is a concept that most definitely needed to be written. and who knows? perhaps i might even take requests for this~

(i really have been considering taking requests after i’m done with the ones in my inbox. just like drabbles / companion pieces to things i’ve written like heaven is a place on earth, rule breakers, cave me in, etc.)

Originally posted by wonhontology

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GOT7 Reaction #2

 Request:”…GOT7 reaction where they get in a huge fight with their so and say something really hurtful but regret in an instant when they see their so start to cry…”

soo, I finally downloaded the snow app! Let me know if you guys want to add me <3


Mark: He stared at you realizing that you were crying because of something he said. He watched as the tears rolled off your face and fell towards the ground beneath you. He looked at the floor feeling the feeling of guilt take him over. He quickly went towards you and wrapped his arms around you before letting you go to make sure you were okay. Your eyes were still puffy and red but your sniffles and tears had came to a stop. He took this time to apologize to you.

“This will never happen again. I don’t want you to cry because of me ever again”  {ignore the caption on the gif}

Originally posted by 1996yj

Jaebum: He tries to take back his words immediately. He never really liked seeing you cry in the first place, so now that you were crying because of him, it was game over. He gave you a kiss on the forehead and quietly said something in your ear. Knowing that you were upset with him, he let himself out the room. He felt bad bc of the way he made you feel and knowing that you didn’t want to see him at the moment.

“I just want you to know that I said those things out of anger and didn’t mean them at all. I’ll be in the other room if you need me. I Love You.”

Originally posted by saranghaeyojw

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anonymous asked:

Request! How would the RFA react to an MC that looks delicate innocent and all that, but then shES A TOTAL MEMESTER *dabs* AND SWEARS LIKE A SAILOR 24/7

lololol this is so me except I’m neither delicate nor innocent looking I’m just abnormally quiet but look I will swear just to put emphasis on other swear words ok

also pretend that in the chats, MC acts ‘normally’ I guess, since she wanted to make a good impression. But now that she’s gotten more comfortable with the RFA, it’s time to let loose. 

also also sorry not sorry for my cringey memeing

also also also (really sorry) I think swearing like a sailor and knowing good insults are part of the same package so…tah

-Sevensity


Yoosung:

  • AW BABY
  • at first, he thinks you’re an actual angel
  • you’re sweet, and pure, and so incredibly precious, you’re probably the most gent-
  • “Ay it’s my bitch- I mean boy, Yoosung!”
  • Did she…did she just call me her bitch?
  • not that he really minds though whoops 
  • This boy is s hOOK
  • When he grew up, he was the kid that thought “heck” was a terrible word
  • and now the love of his life just said the big ‘b’ word/?//???
  • MC the boy will cry actually he’s kinda scared that his mom is going to jump out from beneath a table holding a bible
  • Without realizing it, he’ll cover your mouth with his hand to ‘prevent’ you from saying any other bad words
  • then he realizes what he’s done and just sort of goes ah I hate myself
  • proceeds to curl up into a ball of solid misery
  • you: ಠ_ಠ
  • telling him memes just freaks him the fuck out because who is this person????
  • Yoosung hates surprises tbh
  • He calms down a bit once you revert to your chat room self, but this is only to lessen the blow, and you’ll gradually release your own beast all in due time
  • he’s fine with memes, not fine with swearing
  • but seriously when you guys live together he has a heart attack every time you stub your toe because you just yell profanities at the top of your lungs
  • “HOLY JESUS SWEET MOTHERFUCKER ” 
  • “o h  f O R THE LOVE OF SATAN’S FIERY BALLSACK10/10 for creativity
  • your neighbors are like uhm is she ok I don’t think she’s ok
  • meanwhile Yoosung is sobbing on the floor
  • ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


Zen:

  • Actually with Zen, it’s a little while before you openly started to swear and meme-out in front of him, since you are a bit afraid of his fans’ reactions
  • But at some point, Zen is acting with a really shitty excuse of a human being
  • This guy has some sort of god-complex (also he wears khaki pants and keeps screaming about death and ruling the world) which just makes you want him in his pretty face
  • As they wrap up a scene, he begins to complain about everything that went ‘wrong’, and proceeds to storm away after his tantrum
  • He shoves people out of the way, and Zen tugs you to the side before the shit kid can touch you
  • But you can’t keep your cool, and just-
  • “Woah excUSE me, fucking douche canoe coming through.”
  • You feel Zen’s fingers just freeze around your arm
  • Did those words really come out of your sweet little mouth? 
  • Starts to wonder how else your mouth can amaze him *wink wonk* jfc this kinky piece of shit is too much for me
  • Basically after that incident, you don’t hold back anymore
  • Although Zen doesn’t get used to it for a while after-all your words and appearance are so completely different, he secretly loves it when you swear
  • Especially when you mention body parts 
  • Specifically when you mention his body parts
  • He thinks he could handle any other surprise you throw at him
  • You prove him wrong during an RFA get-together one day, where you all go to visit Jaehee’s cafe together since she just began to sell new things I like to believe they have their happy endings no matter what route you choose see sometimes I can be optimistic
  • You buy one of the fresh baguettes, eye it for a moment, then your tongue darts out and-
  • “Babe, just what are you doing?” you hear Zen’s concerned voice
  • Everyone is looking at you
  • Meekly, you reply “I lik the bred.”
  • Seven doubles up in laughter, since he’s basically the only one who gets it this nerd
  • Zen thinks you’re ill
  • You have to explain to him that it’s from a meme, and horror dawns on his face
  • “I’m dating a female version of Seven.”
  • But it’s fine, he loves you anyways, and insists you teach him about the world of memes so he can try to understand your references
  • Though it’s like teaching the average mom how to use a computer
  • No matter how many times you explain, he just doesn’t get it

Jaehee:

  • Ok first off lemme just say rip Baehee
  • When she sees you for the first time, she is glad to see how sweet you look; your tender smile and innocent eyes wash away her stress and fatigue
  • That is, until you promptly grab her hand and say, “Damn, I’ve really hooked myself one bitchin’ fine-ass lady.”
  • Excuse me w h a t???????
  • Jaehee is physically unable to process what you just said
  • MC is that really you?!?!?!
  • “Jumin can really be a such dickhead sometimes. I’ve always wanted to say that to you,” you continue, scratching your head.
  • good job MC you just done gone and b r o k e the bae
  • How can someone so innocent-looking have such a foul vocabulary?
  • She thought the swearing was shocking enough
  • But boy was she not prepared for the memes
  • As soon as you two spot Seven, you just proceed to dab the fuck out and narrowly miss hitting Jaehee square in the face with your hand
  • oh no, she thinks
  • Seven reaches into his pocket and pulls out a few HB chips
  • seems like Dat Boi stashed a bag in big suit
  • “Bröther may i have some öats?” you say
  • on nO, she thinks again
  • “Sorry bröther, I’ve already begun eating the öats.”
  • “I have very few öats bröther, I must procure yours.”
  • Oh NO JUST WHAT DID I SIGN UP FOR??
  • Jaehee promptly collapses from the shock and let’s just say that it takes a while for her to recover 
  • She has you limit your swearing to when you’re alone together, if at all possible
  • But she cannot hold back your occasional meme streams while working at the coffee shop

Jumin:

  • When Jumin first hears you swearing, a puzzled look flashes across his face, but there’s no grand reaction
  • He just accepts it as part of who you are, and thinks it’s an interesting part of ‘commoner language’
  • There’s a business meeting with some dudes whom you despise, mostly because of their lewd comments directed towards you, which Jumin merely brushes away
  • You walk up to your babe during a break
  • “That guy is an absolute fucking asshole, it’s a pity that you have to do business with such an obnoxious smelly ballsack.”
  • “Um princess he’s still here.”
  • said obnoxious smelly ballsack is fuming, starts cussing right back at you
  • You summon up all your hate for him and hiss “Cash me outside, howbow dah?”
  • Everyone in the room: ?????????
  • “MC what language was that just now?”
  • “The language of memes.”
  • *asks Seven what this language is*
  • "Can you please teach me how to speak it?”
  • Jumin’s very first meme, hear me out, is not about his gayness
  • It’s the heavy breathing cat
  • and oh my god does he spam it
  • So much that Zen just basically stops taking part in any chat that involves Jumin
  • The Memeing Ways Part 2: How to Keep a Meme Relevant by Saeyoung Choi
  • and actually, surprisingly enough, Jumin also becomes a memer
  • also becomes a meme himself


Seven:

  • Apart from the mutual memeing in the chats, Seven considered you to be more of a demure, down-to-fuck earth kind of girl, and this idea was only strengthened when he saw your sweet looking face
  • As soon as you spot the tomato in the crowd at the RFA party, you dart over to his side and say
  • “Well just fucking bend me over sideways and fuck me twice there are so many people?!”
  • Seven blinks at you
  • A slow grin spreads across his face as he realizes o h he’s been deceived
  • *pretends to be shot in the chest*
  • “Hmmmmmm watcha saayyy,” you sing, slowly backing away
  • Seven is gonna die he loves you so much???? like what she’s also into memes????
  • Adores your cussing, and y’all nerds start to make up your own insults, even if they really don’t make any sense to other people
  • His personal favorites are “white crayola” and “factory edition Vanderwood″
  • You guys order your very own none pizza with left beef, but it tastes to bad
  • #firstworldproblems
  • You start making memes of each other
  • MEMES ALL DAY EVERY DAY
  • NEED I REALLY SAY MORE? ? ???

babygurltaetay  asked:

Hi can I request an jay park ambw smut where you guys are at the club and you've been needy and misbehaving and he punishes you

No Touching:

“Are you going to apologize for what you did?” Jay asked as his stripped off his clothes slowly, his toned body becoming revealed to you.

Letting out a shaky breath, your eyes that were tapped open starting to water as you looked at him hating the fact that you couldn’t breathe but you decided to play his game. Your arms tied behind your back, lets spread wide with a vibrator pushing down against the top of your panties but only frustrating you and not giving you pleasure. “I did nothing wrong.” You bit your bottom lip as he took off his boxers and drug a chair in front of you sitting down on it.

“Oh really? Nothing that you did in the club that you are sorry for?” Jay asked you as he gripped at vanilla scented lube, popping open the top as he started to pour it on his hardened shaft.

You knew that you were in for shit the moment you had let Reddy grip at your hips and pull you closer to him. You had asked Jay to take you home more than once, the alcohol mixed with how fine he looked made you want to just jump on him. But he had shooed you away mostly because he was trying to plan something for your upcoming anniversary but to you, it seemed like something else was going on. In your moment of rage and wanting attention you decided to misbehave. It’s not the first time you’ve done this going around the club or any setting talking to different men so that they would pay you attention. But it was the first time that you had let a man push against you, his hips against your ass or your hips. How his chest pressed against your plump breast. Jay saw it all and he was beyond tired of your attitude and princess complexity. He had let you get away with it that night and if matters weren’t worse he received pictures from Simon of how you were all over a few backup dancers while you all practiced the next day. Anger filled his system and it was clear that you didn’t know your place. He waited until you were home, and he jumped on you almost literally grabbing at you and dragging you to your shared room. He proceeded to handcuff your hands behind your back using tape to tape your eyes open. He had grabbed at one of his favorite vibratos placing it in your shorts against your panties but not aiding you with more pleasure than that. He was already hard thinking about countless of times he fucked you and how he fucked you.

“I didn’t..” You lied once again truing to roll your hips and close your legs against the toy to give yourself more pleasure.

“I’m tired of you lying you keep doing this to get yourself out of trouble and it’s not working. I saw you all over Reddy last night and I have the pictures I heard about what you did today. You are so needy at times it amazes me that I’m enough to keep you here. I thought about all the ways I could punish you but I know you would just want to be touched by me. You kept complaining about it last night even when we got here, throwing your shit everywhere and sleeping with your ass right against my dick.” He chuckled gripping his shaft stroking his heated flesh with his slicked hand now biting on his bottom lip as he watched you. “So now you get to watch me touch myself and get myself off while you do nothing about it.” As he spoke you shut your legs tighter biting on your bottom lip nervously.

You watched his skilled hand move up and down his long thick girth, his veins pressing out against his skin, his body starting to heat up as he kept the slow leisurely pace. His thumb caressed the tip of his member, using his free hand to pour more oil on his shaft making it sound slick and wet, lewd and very loud. He knew you loved the sloppy wet sounds when you both fucked each other, his eyes holding yours as he spread his legs out wider.

“I bet you want to taste it, don’t you? I know how much you love choking on daddy’s dick.  I know how much you like burying it down your neck, how it stretches out your mouth. How you like pressing your tongue against my sensitive spots.” As Jay rasped out at you, your legs shut tightly the wetness increasing causing you to soak out your panties and whimper slightly. At first you thought you could handle this but you saw that this wouldn’t be easy.

“Oooh that’s right shut those legs baby girl. I like seeing you play it off like you’re not affected by what daddy is doing to you. If only you could’ve behaved then I could be touching you or fucking you like this.” Jay licked across his plump lower lip. He sped up his hand movement flexing his muscles a bit as he eyed your body groaning. “Do you want to see how I want to fuck that tight little pussy?” He asked smirking. “My hand is your small hole. And my dick is going to destroy it as soon as I forgive you for what you’ve done.” Jay groaned as he thrusted his hips up against his closed fist snapping away at his hand pretending it was your wet pussy though it was nowhere close. Small groans left his lips as he continued to fuck stroke himself, his lower stomach clenching as precum started to drip from his member, he was loving how much torment you were going through, your large brown eyes staring down at his member, he could see it in your eyes in how your body moved and twitched your hips bucked unconsciously because you wanted to ride him.

“I’ll ask again. What did you do?” Jay asked in a low tone slowly down his hand movements. You shook your head defiance in your system and frustration. He nodded smirking, his dick twitching as he got closer to his orgasm. “Alright then.” Jay stood up, walking towards you letting his dick bounce with each step. He got into your face, gripping at your hair he moved your head down until you were sticking your tongue out thinking he was giving in. “See, that’s what spoiled girls get. Surprises and no rewards.” He smirked keeping your head in place a few inches from his dick. Stroking himself off he kept going until he was shooting out thick ropes of cum, landing it on your chin and between your parted legs. His dick was so close you could see the organ twitching, you could feel the heat from his body. You were so horny, you had wanted Jay so bad and he denied you, tricked you into thinking you had got away with it. Once he had released himself he let your head go moving to grab a towel from the bathroom he cleaned up everything and he grabbed the keys to the handcuffs placing them in your hands looking in your eyes.

“You think you know what’s best then you can uncuff yourself. And I hope you have fun with your toy because it will be a while before you’re hopping on my dick. I was trying to plan our anniversary trip, but now I see you’re not even deserving of that. I’d watch what I did next time, or I will pack a bag and spend my time in some other woman’s arms since that’s what we do right?” He shook his head kissing your nose as he walked off from the room making you feel bad for lying and misbehaving so much so that you planned on a way to get him back for the better, not even pleasuring yourself that night.

What Are Friends For?

Originally posted by bangthebae

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 2200

“Y/N, we’ve been friends a long time right.”
“Yeah, I’m the only one who’ll go to museums and bookstores with your nerdy ass.”
“ANYWAY. We’re both going through a bit of a drought now. Ya know, sexually.”
“Excuse you Kim Namjoon! I’ll have you know I am NOT in a sex drought. It’s like a monsoon of dicks raining around me.”
“Oh really, when was the last time you had sex?”
“Before I came over,” you said smugly.
“Masturbating isn’t sex.”
“Oh, in that case…what year is it again?”
“Exactly my point! You have needs, I have needs and neither of us have the time or social skills to do this with anyone else.”
“Wait! Do what? I’m not dating your crazy ass.”
“Good thing I’m not proposing that then. Not that I wouldn’t mind,” he said smirking.  “What I’m saying is, you’re my best friend and I trust you with everything. I’m hoping this is a reciprocated feeling.  But since we trust each other with everything else, why not trust me to supply you with mind melting orgasms.  What are friends for, after all.”
“Well, when you put it like that. Let’s go.”
“Go?  Where?”
“To my apartment, duh. Unless you want Kookie to hear you moaning my name,” you say smirking and heading to the door.

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Just Me, Coffee, & My Big Mouth

Originally posted by subcas

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Characters- Sam x Reader, Mary
Summary- You can’t leave it alone, so you have to say your piece. All you can do is hope she’ll listen, and that Sam won’t be too upset.
Word Count- 1,620
Warnings- mild cursing? Also kind of calling Mary out a little on her bs about “needing space”.
A/N- This is for Hazel & Dreamer’s 1k/2k ‘Sammy Says’ Writing Challenge! My prompt was “I mean, what if there’s something…not natural?” I’m sorry it’s a little late, ladies but I hope you enjoy!


You know you shouldn’t be here, and yet you are. If Sam knew, you were sure he’d tell you to leave it be. He’d tell you that it ‘doesn’t matter’. Like hell it matters, you think. You knew it mattered to him. To Dean, too. They were your broken little family and if you could do anything to fix it, you would.

That’s why you were in Oregon. Tracking the phone hadn’t been that hard- the tricky part was setting up the meeting in the old diner to look like coincidence. You angled yourself just right, right at the bar where you knew she’d sit and waited. It wasn’t long until she showed, blonde hair curled nicely and clothes not too unlike what you were wearing. You watched her out of the corner of your eye, her eyes tripping over your own figure before she beelined toward you. You act nonchalant, pushing yourself to act natural.

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Dream a Little Dream

Title: Dream a Little Dream
Link: AO3
Square filled: Spitroasting
Ship: Demon!Dean x Reader x Soulless!Sam (No Wincest)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: NSFW, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (male and female receiving), threesome, rough sex, unprotected sex
Summary: A threesome with you, Demon!Dean and Soulless!Sam. Need I say more?
Word Count: 1114
Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret
Author’s Notes: Written for @spnkinkbingo. Also fulfills #67 Threesome on the 100 Kink List.

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Originally posted by bottomsquall

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Dangerous Curiosity

Request from Anon:  this is a request maybe for later idk!!!! a one-shot where pan gets ahold of Pandora’s box, hearing of the powerful being inside, aka the reader, who’s been trapped for many thousand years….desire and fascination ensue….

Note: Not sure if this is exactly what anon had in mind but I hope you all enjoy it :)

Peter Pan x Evil!Reader

Words: 1642

Warnings: A little bit of violence and some smutty behaviour. (Last GIF used in this piece should probably be classed as NSFW)

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

Pandora’s box. An item that had held so much mystery behind it for centuries, maybe even going on millennia, and a source of unimaginable power that drove even the kindest people to end the lives of anyone who prevented them from obtaining it. Yet even now there was no written record of anyone having witnessed the being that lay trapped inside of it. So many people had tried to discover it but each one of them had failed in their attempts.

“Peter…..”

An incredible source of power and it had chosen to end up in the hands of the King of Neverland himself…..Peter Pan. Of course he would believe that he had managed to come across the box himself but that wasn’t how it worked…the being that resided within in chose who ‘found’ them very carefully. If they were to end up in the wrong hands then all hell could break loose. No, only those who were deemed ‘worthy’ enough had the chance to feel the heaviness of the box in their hands and should they manage to keep it in their possession long enough their eyes would soon behold what lay inside.

Someone was yet to accomplish that task and Pan was determined that it was going to be him.

“Peter Pan…..”

Every time the box was within his grasp he heard the angelic voice calling out to him, increasing his curiosity in the ancient artefact, but right now as he sat by the flickering flames of the campfire the voice was speaking out to him more and more. His sharp green eyes were transfixed on the markings that decorated it as he wondered just how he was going to get it to open for him.

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Roleplay

Norman Reedus x Reader | Daryl Dixon x Reader | NSFW | Smut Warning | 18+ Only

Summary: So I had this idea where Norman and the reader have been dating for over a year now and the reader really loves Daryl’s character. She has asked Norman to roleplay Daryl in the bedroom before, but Norman always turns her down. It’s the reader’s birthday and Norman lures her onto the set of Alexandria one night and has a surprise for her. He roleplays Daryl and rough smut, that turns into some lovey dovey Norman smut happens. Sounded so fucking hot! So I had to write it! (Sorry this one took freaking forever!)

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Your feet hit the loose gravel and you heard it crunch underneath your weight as you walked swiftly toward the house with its porch light on. You looked down at the note in your hand which was from Norman, who you had been dating for over a year now. It instructed you to meet him on the set of Alexandria and go to the house with the 312 marking it. You confirmed this was the right house and walked up the stairs with a giddy smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach.

It was your birthday today and the note in your hand said he had a surprise for you and to meet him here. You hadn’t seen him since this morning when he left you with a sweet smile and a slow kiss on your lips as you smiled and fell back into your slumber in the early morning hours. He made you so happy. He was the sweetest, sexiest man you had ever known. You sometimes still couldn’t believe he wanted you.

You place your hand on your stomach, trying to calm your anxious belly. You rub around it a few times and take in a deep breath. You opened the door and walked into a dimly lit hallway, which flickered with the glow of candlelight shimmering across the plain beige wall, making it appear to be alive with fire.

You smiled to yourself and slowly breathed in the vanilla scent, closing your eyes to experience it more deeply. You followed the small hallway until it opened up into a living room, with a kitchen on the right side, which was completely dark. The candle glow came from the living room, which was modest, but cozy.

Your heart melted when you looked down and saw a bouquet of wildflowers, your favorite, on the table in front of the couch. You smiled widely and walked over to pick up the notecard that was propped up next to the flowers that had your name on it.

           “I don’t know what I’d do without all the light you bring into my life. I have something you’ve been wanting, waiting upstairs for you. – N

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I Don't Care What They Say- Draco x Reader

A/n: warning:: there’s some slight cursing nothing too bad besides who cares I swear all the time.

He felt like an absolute idiot. He regretted everything he said to girl, he pushed his fists into his long platinum blonde hair, clenching until his scalp went sore. He leant over a bathroom sink staring at his tear stained cheeks, damming himself for being so weak all because of y/n. He replayed his words over and over again wishing he could change them, he wanted to tell her is wasn’t true.

“Draco, please I’m really trying here I just want to kno-”
“Y/n, shut the hell up! You never cared until now why do you deserve to know what’s wrong with me!” The girl stepped away from him, the tears of anger and upset burned her eyes.
“Draco, I think I-” she’d had enough of being weak, subjecting to her boyfriends will. She had enough of being in a one sided relationship. He had truly broken her.
“I want to fucking know! I don’t know about you but seeing as I have stayed with you, I have been your one and only true friend. I fucking loved you, so so much!” The tears fell freely. She. Was. Broken.

Draco stared at the furious girl in front of him.
“I don’t give a shit y/l/n, I never loved you” he seemed to say it so quietly but the words he whispered hurt more than his dismissive tone. The girl turned quickly and ran away, her hair flowing behind her…


Draco took himself off to bed, without y/n for the first time in a whole year. He didn’t sleep, he couldn’t the girl he had always called his, he wished to call her, his for as long as possible hopefully, forever but he ruined it. Deciding he knew how badly he hurt the girl, he couldn’t stand to listen to her distance cries and occasional comforting comments from Daphnie and Tracy.

Draco stormed out of the dorms thought the common room, where y/n’s sobbing had become louder. He barely made it up the stairs when he, himself broke down into tears. Draco collapsed onto the staircase Holding his head in his hands. The sleeves of his shirt had fallen down before his wrist, the open mouth of a snake peered out seeping into his skin.

He couldn’t handle it anymore he wanted nothing to do with Voldemort or in fact his father.

“Dray… I-” The looked up to be greeted by the puffy red eyes of his …ex girlfriend.
“Y/n! I’m so happy you’re here” She looked back at him as he jumped to his feet to embrace her.
“Draco, please no. You’ve hurt me enough I- Dray, have you been crying?” She looked into his grey eyes with her eyebrows furrowed, studying his features.
“Yes, I have, and it’s all because I can’t stand living with myself, knowing how much I hurt you. It’s killing me. I meant nothing that I said to you.” He stumbled over his words as they poured out of his mouth. “I love you, I always have. I love you so so so much”
She stared back at him, forcing her hands ,which he so desperately wanted to hold, through a tangle in her hair.
“You really, hurt me Dray. How do I know if I can trust you again. What you did really, really hurt. I don’t want to go through that again” her last words gave him hope you that she felt the same as him, that she wanted to stay with him forever.

“Y/n, please. I promise with all my heart that I could never hurt you ever again. If I did I would never be able to live with myself. I love you so much Princess I can’t bare to see you in pain. Especially if I’m the one who caused it.”

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips as gentle as possible.

“I don’t care what they say Draco, but I’m in love with you”.

-hope you enjoyed it. Please leave requests and I will get back to you as soon as possible.
Sorry for being inactive since I posted the ‘I Win’ Smut but it’s GCSE season and I have been frantically writing new Imagines this half term so hopefully I can start posting them soon.
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Family Troubles (Jughead X Reader)

Summary- The reader has family issues just like Jughead. When Jughead finds out he is mad that he didn’t know sooner. (Based when jughead lived in the Drive In.)

Warnings- angst, kissing, crying, alcohol, maybe triggering??

Requested- Yes! by @bvreathe

A/N- My fist real requested imagine! Also, I’m like really busy with school and stuff so ya don’t expect your requested stuff to be on time lol. ALSO my ear hurts rlly bad rn so ya. Anyways… enjoy!




“Leave me alone!” You yelled at your mom as she came closer to you.

“Just give me the money, Y/N!”She screamed back.

You had a little bundle of money in your hands that you had earned from working shifts at Pop’s. It was rightfully yours and your mom was trying to take to buy god knows what. 

“No! It’s mine!” You yelled stuffing it in your pocket.  

Your mother looked at you with cold eyes, like you were the worst person on the entire planet.

She suddenly reached out and tried to take the money from your pocket. 

“Stop!” You screeched and stumbled back.

“Y/N. I swear to God. Give me that money. NOW!” You mom reached for the money again but you leaped back, colliding with the couch and falling into it. 

“Get a job if you want money so bad!” You yelled as you dodged your way out of another one of your mom’s attacks. 

You mother suddenly pinned you down on the couch. You looked into her eyes with fear as she grabbed an empty beer can from the floor and held it over your head as if to hit you with it.

“Give. Me. The. Money.” She said quietly as you quickly grabbed your money out of your pocket and handed to her. 

She let you go and put the money in her pocket. 

“Now get out. You’re such a pain. And take your brother too… I’m sick of his crying.” She said as she plopped on the couch, opening a bottle of hard liquor and turning on the T.V. 

“W-what?” You stuttered, tears welling up in your eyes. 

Your mom had never kicked you out before. Where were you going to go?

“Am I speaking Chinese?” she exclaimed, “Get. Out. I’m sick of you right now.”

Tears began to run down your cheeks.

“Where am I gonna go?” You asked quietly. 

You mom looked at you and shrugged, “Don’t know… Maybe you can find your father and tell I’m to get back here already.” 

You gulped and ran for your room. 

You swung open the door and quickly ran to your dresser. You stuffed everything you could into the bag and then went into the bathroom and grabbed your toiletry stuff. 

Once you had finished packing, you went over to the small bed beside yours.    A small boy that had all of your features lay sleeping in it. He was four. You quickly waked him.

“Wake up, John… We gotta go.” You picked him up out of bed and set him on the ground. 

“Wha?” He rubbed his eyes. 

“Get some clothes and put them in this bag.” You handed him a bad and he did what you said. 

“Now, Get on your coat. It’s cold.” 

Once he did so you both headed out. The living room was silent except for the T.V., which was playing a cop show. Your mom was asleep on the couch, the liquor bottle still in her hand. You sighed a long and sad sigh.

Your mother was a good person at heart. She really was. But, ever since your dad left, 2 years ago, she had turned completely different. She turned to alcohol to make her feel better. She lost her job. She went spilling downward. And she took me and my brother with her. 




As the hour neared mid-night, it was cold. the wind rustled the tree branches as you walked with your little brother down the streets of Riverdale. You didn’t know where to go. There was nowhere to go. You couldn’t let your friends know about this… They already had their own troubles. 

Maybe we can rent a hotel… you thought. But then you remembered: your mom took your only money. 

“Y/N, I’m tired.” Came a whiney voice from John.

You looked down at the sleepy boy. He sucked his thumb and rubbed his eyes.

You had to find a place for you to stay. 

Then you saw it: The Drive In.

It was dark and no one would be there this late at night.

“Come one, John just a little further.” You said and pulled him along.

You neared The Drive In and quickly helped your brother through a tight entrance in the gate. You did the same. 

You neared the little building where they projected the movies. You would sleep there tonight. 

As you fumbled with the locked door handle you neared a noise from inside.

maybe its just some rats… you thought to yourself. 

CRASH! 

A huge crash came from inside.

you gasped. That was not a rat. 

You quickly grabbed John and hid on the other side of the building. 

Creek.

the door had opened. 

Holding your breathe, you cupped a hand over your brother’s mouth for him to stay quite.

“Hello?” A voice came from around the bend. 

It sounded familiar. Very familiar. 

“Jughead?” You exclaimed and looked around the bend.

“AHHHHH!” A scream escaped the mouth of the tall and thin teenage boy that you looked at. 

His dark hair under a beanie and he wore dark clothes, it was your boyfriend Jughead. 

“Calm down! It’s just me!” You exclaimed, touching his arm. 

“Oh my god! What are you doing here, Y/N?” Jughead asked, looking around.

You shifted uncomfortably. 

But wait. What was he doing here?

“Wait a minute… What are you doing here?” You said pointing at him.

He sighed and took your hand leading you inside. 

“Wait!” you said, “My brother.” 

You grabbed your brothers arm and took him inside with you. 



“Oh my god Jug! I can’t believe that. I’m so sorry.” You said in a whisper as your brother lay sleeping in a sleeping bag. 

You were sitting in the projector room of The Drive In. Jughead had just told you his story, he was homeless and lived here.

“It’s ok. It’s not your fault.” He replied.

You looked at your brother and sighed of relief. He was safe and so were you.

“Ok, now to answer my question… What are you doing here?” He asked, eyeing you.

You look at him seriously. 

“I got kicked out.” You say, a lump in your throat forming.

“What? Why?” He asks. He looked so concerned for you, so caring.

“I got money, for working a few shifts at Pop’s. I was going to use it to buy some good snacks for John and maybe some new school books for myself.” You say, “But my mom took it. She takes all the money I ever get… Birthday money, working money…. I know it sounds stupid but I need that money. She never buys me and John good clothes or good food or hardly anything. I have no money to actually go do fun things. Like get ice cream or go to the movies. All I wanted was to keep some money. But she took it, to buy…Who knows what. She doesn’t always hurt me or John… Only sometimes. When she’s really mad or wasted. Im just glad she kicked us out instead of hurting us again.”

A hot tear runs down your cheek as you finished your last sentence.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asks, a bit of anger in his voice.

But you could tell, he wasn’t mad at you, he was mad at himself for not knowing sooner.

“Im sorry. It was my own problem and I didn’t want to drag anyone into it.” You say.

“I’m so stupid. I should have known. I should have guessed. I should have looked at signs.” He began to say to himself, angrily. 

“No, Juggie. Don’t bring yourself down for this. It’s not your fault. It’s no ones fault I’m in this situation.” You tell him.

“I could have kept you safe, Y/N. And I didn’t.” Jughead stated, looking deep into your eyes. 

“Jug. There is no use fretting about it now. It’s over for now. Don’t beat yourself up for this. It will only make me feel worse.” You whispered and smiled. 

Jughead nodded and then took you in his arms. Wrapping his long arms around you and pulling you in close to his warm body. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. You can stay as long as you need.” He says into your hair. 

He hugged you tightly before letting go and kissing you on the top of the head. 

“Thank you Jughead.”

God, I love you Archie. Archie Andrews x Reader Imagine

Summary: Archie has left his guitar at school and breaks into school on a Saturday night with his best friend (reader) to get it back to record a song idea he has had stuck in his head for the whole night. They face a problem as they find out that they are trapped in the music room, which soon turns into a positive for both.

Word count: 1,700

Author: oharchiekinss. I hope you enjoy this, this is my first imagine and feel free to send me requests you want for Archie or KJ imagines. I’ll try to write them as soon as I have time.

You pull on the school’s back door slightly and look at your best friend Archie who was concentrated on the handle with suspense. The door clicks and the slides open.
“Yes!” you yelled out in excitement as the door wasn’t locked.
“Shhh!” Archie said whilst holding his hand over your mouth softly.
“Sorry…” you whispered with a smirk as he took his hand down and started to step into the quiet and dark school hallway.
All of the lights were off and all rooms were empty. You knew there was a security guard at the school on weekdays but it was 3am on a Saturday night and you weren’t sure. You had to keep quiet incase he was roaming the school hallways.
Archie had left his guitar at the school and he had a melody stuck in his head that he had been humming for the whole night. He needed to write down the chords and try it out, he couldn’t wait longer. Archie reached the music classroom and the door was slightly open like all the other rooms.
“Wow this is easy”, he whispered as he opened the unlocked door further to get into the music room. You followed him inside and the door closed behind you. You could hear a small click as the door got into it’s place. Archie stood there looking at his guitar to make sure it is okay. The only light came from the yard outside through the small windows close to the ceiling of the room. The light bounced off of Archie’s sharp features and red messy hair. You found yourself staring at him in the light as he turned around and looked at you with a smirk.
“You’re staring at me again Y/N”.
“Why wouldn’t I”, you joked around and he raised his brow before laughing quietly.
“I’m flattered”, he says turning back to his guitar. You look at him questioning about what he means.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know how good looking you are Y/N”, he said shaking his head with a wide smile, still investigating his guitar.
Your heartbeat raises and you bite your lip as you break your stare from him. He didn’t know how much his comments affected you. Ever since you had started high school you started to develop serious feelings for him, and it wasn’t just a crush. You couldn’t imagine yourself with anyone else.
“You’re tired, you don’t know what you’re saying”, you said going closer to him so he could hear you better without talking too loud.
“Hey, I know what I said. It’s true Y/N you are extremely beautiful, why do you doubt that”, he said as he looked up at you now sitting on a chair with the guitar in his lap.
“Archie…” you said wishing you had the guts to tell him right then and there. He didn’t break his stare and followed your eyes as you looked away in embarrassment.
“Don’t look at me like that!” you said laughing.
“Like what?” he smiled, “Admit that you’re good looking Y/N!”
“Hey! Don’t tell me what to do Andrews!” you said jokingly pushing him. He would usually compliment you but they felt more like pep talks than compliments to you, as he seemed to see you just as a friend to him.
He shakes his head giving up and goes back to his guitar. He starts to play, and the soft sound of his acoustic guitar flowed and filled the room as the red warmth slowly left your cheeks. You sat down next to him listening to him finally play out the melody he had been humming for the night, admiring his skills. You found yourself staring at his lips as he bit down on them concentrated. He tested out the chords until he had the whole melody figured out. He looked up at you smiling and you shifted up to his eyes.
“Finally got to play it and you don’t have to listen to me humming it again, I recorded it on my phone”, he said as he stood up placing the guitar into it’s case and closing it quietly. You still wrapped up in his eyes nodded and stood up to go to the door. You grab the handle of the door and push it down. The door doesn’t open.
“Archie… come here”, you whisper panicked.
“What’s up?” he says now next you at the door. You nod down at your hand and try to open it again, unsuccessfully.
“It’s locked?” he asks as he grabs the handle himself using a little force, but the door is standing still in it’s place. He sighs and looks back at you. “This is how they catch someone stupid if they came into the school at night”, you said laughing at the situation. Archie smirked but then slowly the smirk faded into a worried frown.
“Y/N… It’s Saturday. Who’s going to open the door without us getting caught?” he said and leaned on the door.
You look back at the room behind you and see the small windows at the top of the ceiling. Archie looks up at them too and you know you both thought of the same plan.
“But the windows are really high up, how are we going to climb through them?” he said looking around the nearly empty room, as you pointed at the tall desk in the corner. He nodded and approached the desk now lifting it up into his arms. You looked at his muscles flex as he lifted the desk up and placed it in front of the windows. He motioned you to come to him.
“Do you want me to go first or last?” you said and he thought about it for a little bit.
“You first…” He said smiling as he lifted you by the waist to sit on the desk. You felt shivers down your spine from his strong grip. He was now facing you and your faces were nearly touching as the desk lifted you up to his height. You saw his gaze travel down to your lips as the window behind you reflected blue light onto his face. You sat there for what felt like ages, studying each others eyes and lips with Archie’s hands still strongly gripped around your waist.
“Do you want to stay here for a bit?” he whispered leaning in to your ear and you felt his warm breath on your neck which gave you chills down your back.
“Uh… sure”, you said unsure of what he meant by this. Soon enough his breath on your neck turned into a series of soft kisses as you gasped in surprise. He met your eyes again before slowly leaning into press his lips softly onto yours. You felt your whole body shiver as he moved his hand up and down your back embracing you. You had never thought Archie would be like this, especially with you. You would pull out of the kiss for a breather but Archie couldn’t resist pressing back in as he saw your (Y/E/C) eyes look up at him.
You slowed down after a few minutes until you both pulled back to take a breath. You leaned back into the wall behind you still sitting on the desk and breathed heavily in the same rhythm as him.
“Y/N, I need to tell you something” Archie said as he took your hands and pulled you in closer.
Your heart stopped for a second as he kept his grip on your wrists whilst staring down at your eyes admiring. You were speechless, but nodded him to continue.
“I know we are bestfriends… and a lot of friendships are ruined by people trying to make it into a relationship. But…”
“What, Archie?” you asked holding your breath.
“I’m done acting like I don’t have feelings for you. I love you Y/N, always have”, he said as he breathed out in relief. You were speechless. It’s like he was saying the exact words you were always too scared to speak out. He now stepped back and looked down as the silence filled the room.
“I’m sorry, I thought you felt the same…” He said sitting down onto the chair he had previously sat on whilst playing his guitar, now looking down at the ground rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
You gathered your words and jumped up to cup his face into your hands, “I love you Archie Andrews.”
He looked down with the biggest smile on his face before pressing his lips onto yours. You could still feel his smile as he pulled away. He tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear that had fallen onto your face. His touch still gave you chills and you smiled back at him.
The lights in the music room suddenly light up as the lock on the door opens. A tall security guard stands in the doorway as you both jump up.
“What’s going on here?” he asks in a dark tone. You look at Archie and he grabs his guitar. You both start sprinting through the door whilst the guard gets pushed out of the way. As you ran through the hallways, Archie grabbed your hand to make sure you don’t fall behind. You could hear the guard yelling far away to stop, but you both just laughed as you ran through the doors of the school.
You were now far away from the school in a quiet neighborhood and you both stopped to catch your breath. As you both settled your breathing, you let out a loud laugh and he joined you.
You started to walk back home with his arm around you and the guitar case in the other hand. This is what you have dreamt your whole life with him, to have him this close and to know he is yours.
“God I love you, Archie” you blurted out as he looked back at you in the streetlights. As he looked at you with the light bouncing off of your hair and your soft features, he knew that, he loved you even more.