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Hot Mess

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Request: Can you do a Damon Salvatore smut where he and the reader had a fight and she just walks out and leaves the boarding house for hours and doesn’t answer any of his calls or texts until she listens to a voicemail where he sounds so broken and she goes back and they have rough make up sex and she asks him to use compulsion on her to make her cum multiple times? So yeah definitely compulsion kink can be a warning idk I just love to think they can use compulsion for that kinda thing 🤷🏼‍♀️ thanks! - @fuckkoffcourtney (I’m sorry, the tag isn’t working)

Pairing: Damon x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warning: Angst, smut, compulsion kink, slight praise kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys and gals) 18+ only

Song: Hot Mess by Cobra Starship

A/N: Italics are flashbacks. I hope you guys enjoy this <3 -Jo

“Damon stop fucking calling…” You muttered to yourself as you heard the ringtone for your boyfriend go off for the tenth time that day. You let that call go to voicemail too, still unable to bring yourself to talk to him. After the phone stopped ringing, you just turned it off and tossed it in your bag.

You marched into the Salvatore boarding house, Damon slammed the door behind you. “You’re not going anywhere until we talk. That bullet wouldn’t have killed me, Y/n.” His voice was law, his tone dangerous.

You knew you shouldn’t poke the bear but he was making it difficult for you. Your pride was also an issue. “And it didn’t kill me either, Damon.” You tried to make your tone match his. You didn’t want a fight, especially since everyone made it home in mostly one piece. “I knew Matt wouldn’t shoot to kill me, and I knew you’d take care of me.” You grinned, trying to cozy up to your boyfriend. You just wanted to diffuse the situation, get him to calm down.

Damon wasn’t having it. He gripped your upper arms almost too tightly. “Don’t you get it?! This… self-sacrificing crap doesn’t work when you’re human and incredibly breakable!” He barely had a hold on his temper anymore as he shouted at you. You continued to stand your ground, even as he squeezed your arms a bit harder as if to prove a point.

“I’m not as delicate as you make me out to be, Damon.” Your expression hardened before you winced slightly at the pressure from where he held you.

His eyes tightened as he relaxed his grip on you. He’d seen your flinch. “I beg to differ. What if I hadn’t gotten to you in time? What if you had bled out and I couldn’t save you, huh? Where would you be?” He all-but shoved you away from him. You stiffened, eyes filling with tears that you didn’t dare let spill over in front of him. “You’d be dead. And I don’t know where I’d be. You’re just a pathetic, fragile, little human who thinks she can play with the big kids because one of them is her boyfriend.”

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Keeps His Word

“Well thanks for coming Harry! Good luck on your album!” That was the last thing Nick Grimshaw said, and frankly, you were relieved because it was 8 a.m, Friday morning, and you did not want to be up this early on you and Harry’s chill day.

You had been sitting in that chair for an hour or two, but you were unexplainibly tired and you back was starting to ache. When Harry rose from his chair behind the glass panel, you had to refrain from springing up. Sitting on the sidelines and not being able to giggle through the jokes by his side had you left in a state of boredom. Now that it was finally over, you couldn’t wait to get back in your pajamas and snuggle back into bed.

But, of course, there was always a draw back. When Harry approached you, the look of apprehension was clear. Coming closer to him, you furrowed your brows and asked him what was wrong.

“M’sorry. Gotta ‘nother meeting for my album love.” He spoke softly as his thumb rubbed nothings onto your hand.

A small sigh of drowsy frustration was bound to escape, but he was already expecting it and just kissed you temples, leading you out to the awaiting taxi hand in hand the whole time.

Your mind was wandering. Everywhere. What else was it supposed to do when he just told you that the next two hours were going to be spent sitting in another office chair discussing contracts and release dates?

You were trying though, and it was hard, because all of a sudden, his ass looked so good.
You were halfway to the taxi when you pulled back from his hold a bit, wanting to get a better view. Now that you spotted them closely, the crossed lines and alluring red that swirled along his delicious thighs, you realized that these were new.

He caught on to your slower trail of walking, confused and smiling with an eyebrow raised.

“Whatcha doin’ pet?’

You don’t even try to hide the newfound desperate and whiny lust that slurred your blunt words.

“You look hot in plaid.”

He stopped walking, blinking a couple of times before asking you to repeat yourself. He knew you to be good in bed, hell, he’d seen how riled up you got him, but this. This was new and Harry wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing.
He’d play along, he supposed. There’s no harm in a little fun right?

The back of the taxi was small, so his hip bone only inches from your own was tempting and ignited a flame that almost ate you whole. Fire. A feeling that spread between your legs when you gazed at his ring-clad hand.

When he looked over, he couldn’t help but help chuckle with pride. A hot mess you were, with your fingers fidgeting harshly with the hem of your dress, head lolled back and your bottom lip being chewed on furiously. It was clear that he had you going.

“Partition please.” Harry’s request has you coming out of your tense state, a silent curiosity floating through the air as you watch the black screen roll up.

“Harr-” You are cut off when he pulls you onto his lap, his large hands resting too close to your heat for it to be unintentional.

“Jus’ listen pet.” You shivering when you feel his cold rings on your bare thigh. With one small touch, you are already melting.

A whisper of a whimper comes from you lips when his forefinger grazes on the edge of your panties, his lips hovering by your own, never staying in one place. They’re by your ear, and although your want for his round bum is putting a damper on your senses, his command is all but innocent.

“Gotta keep it quiet pet. Don’ want him to find yeh like this, all spread fo’ me n’ wet as yeh think bout’ my arse.”

If he kept taunting you like this, you’d be done for before the 20 minute drive to the meeting was even over.

It was true though. As you sit on his thighs now, with his hands teasing between your legs, the sheer picture of his ass wrapped in those plaid trousers has you practically begging to be fucked. They were hugging his legs in all the right places and he wanted nothing more than for you to have your way as you ride him into the night.

“Harr- What are you doing?” You breath out. You are clutching the back of his shirt and he was leaving wet marks. Harry didn’t answer, leaving your question vulnerable and hanging in the suddenly thick atmosphere.

The traffic began to clear up and the people and buildings become a blur. You and Harry don’t mind though, because his head is being buried into your neck and your grind against him is becoming more ad more sloppy by the minute. Your neck is straining with your arousal, and your thighs start to quiver as your wet panties drag along his thigh.

His hands are doing nothing but slowly rubbing your clit through the barrier. Oh the things Harry would do if he could just take you right here in the back of this run down taxi. The coldness of his jeweled and metal rings makes you jump and whimper into his scalp, hands on his face in search of stability. His reaction was incredible though.

The way his lustful eyes brightened at the affect he has on you. It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t on the bridge of insanity, watching you soak yourself as you moan into your hip’s movements. You were so wet, he could basically see the smear of dampness along his leg.

Hungry off of your own thirst, his hands grasp your swiveling thighs, rubbing and gripping and trailing deep impression onto the heated skin.
“Fuck! Baby..“He was too distracted to utter the warning that the destination was a block away and you were about to come on the spot, all over the leather seats. But still, he forced the words reluctantly from his lips, prying his mouth from behind your ear. He could spot the tender and slightly red blotch from the contact. I’ll finish that later, he thought while placing you next to him and back to your original seat.

“Wha?” You exasperatedly sighed in frustration, mad that he had pulled away and leaving you pitifully drenched.

Quickly, with his hands clasped around your neck for one final kiss. He whispered softly to you. “S’alright muppet. Be a good girl fo’ me and keep your knickers wet. Don’ get too worried. M’gonna make you feel good. Yeh know I always keep my word.”

You prayed to god he did.

There was only a few minutes till you arrived at the studio for another interview and you had little time to calm your breathing and wipe your liquids from his pants. It was and hurried, but he only smirked at your wet spot and took a second to fix each others hair. It wasn’t the best, but it will do.

“I was so happy to be here! Thanks fo’ having me.”

Those were the last words that came out of Harry Styles mouth before he dragged you just out of view and into a forgotten one-person bathroom at the back of the studio.

You didn’t even bother to say bye to Jim. Or Johnny. Whatever his name was, you couldn’t care to remember, because Harry had sat down for an hour and a half torturing you with those scrumptious thighs of his.

Wrapped in plaid and hugged along every curve of his legs, your eyes had grown wide when he slid on the counter and hoisted you with him. Immediately, like an old habit, your sex blooms under his watch. He motions for you to sit on his right thigh and you don’t hesitate to obey.
With one motion, your hands find his and press them harder in to the marble counter top, craning your neck upwards in a silent request for a kiss. It was a sweet little thing that made you both smile. Although there was tension and not a lot of room in a dingy bathroom for slow and sensual, he still made sure your were comfortable and loved.

“Go ‘head puppet. Make yeh feel good.” He let go of you hands, and settled for a strong hold on your lower back, adoring the way your hips curve and move along his skin. Your hands did wonders when you tugged at his plaid trousers, yanking away the tight and lined fabric. A heavy moan burst through the both of you when you felt your clit rub against his bare skin.

The flaming pit in your stomach ached for the friction, and Harry watched with a awestruck face of his own when you hips flicked a little quicker. Piece by piece, Harry was watching you become unraveled under him and the thought of making you come with his thigh along was enough to have his dick twitch.

“Ahh.. Harry” You spoke mumbles of good feelings and praises in his ear as he roamed you body with his fingertips.

Aroung your ears is were he finally attached his mouth once again. Knowing the sensitivity it would cause you, his words came quick and rushed.

“Yeh can scream if yeh wan’“ His lips matched with flesh of your neck again, but he kept on speaking. “We’re in the back love. Thick walls here an’ everybody is leavin’ fo’ break.”

And you did scream. Maybe a little too loud, but you couldn’t help it when his neck sucking had you barely able to hold yourself upright. With your brows creased, you lean towards him. The leverage and heat of hands as they tugged at your scalp lightly had you closer than ever. He was begging for you to splash on his thigh and moan his name.

There was a destination he was determined to reach, and this time, it wasn’t a studio down the street.

His cock was pulsating in his jeans but he had no room for it now that your were close. Your hands were traveling, snatching anything of his to make it come quicker and harder. They dug semi-circles into his forearm and bruises along his rib cage and spurts of hair mishandled but the look of you withering out shined it all. Everything in his mind screamed you, and eventually, you came screaming him.

“There yeh go fo’ me peaches. Nice an’ easy. Love yeh. Did so well fo’ me.” He chanted this tune of his while you rode him out, diving for the last bits of orgasm left in you. There wasn’t much though. you had spilled an ocean over his plain pants and he didn’t care one bit.

He was slow letting you down from him, holding you up and not bothering to try and hide his pride when you could barely murmur words. Your legs were shaking and your thighs still burned from the delectable pressure. A cream had smeared itself between your thighs, and Harry toyed with your wetness.

“Still wet fo’ me? Gonna have to clean yeh up princess.”

His digits roamed you sensitive center, and he chuckled when a jolt of pleasure claw led at you spine. You weren’t ashamed though. How couldn’t you feel so sensitive when Harry was blowing heat against your neck and grazing the liquid from you core? Teasingly, he raised two soaked fingers of his from your panties and lifted them to his plump pink lips. With your eyes fluttering from the sight, he loaned into his own licks against his skin, cleaning up the remains of your slickness.

“Ugh…Harry! I need-” You were still breathless when you continued you piece-meal sentence. “Need your kisses. Got me shaken down there.”

“S'alright love. Need yeh lips too.”

It was a halfhearted attempt to calm you down, but his kisses remained tight and slow with passion for a minute or two. Sweet, burning, and on the brink of hungry, just the way that had you molded into his arms as he pulled you closer.

The sweet mellow pace of his breath combined with yours slowed as he lead you It of the dingy area. Not long would he keep his love here, were he couldn’t hold her and praise her endearing moans.

He needed to show his girl some proper loving.

The car was waiting patiently when you two finally exited. You had to stifle a cackle by nuzzling into his neck, because his face was almost comical when he discovered it was the same taxi driver form before. This time, the partition was rolled up tight and the greetings were long gone.

“Gon’ be a good girl again? Let me really fuck yeh when we get home princess?” His words were silent to the ears of the driver, but hot and heavy as they floated through the ears of yours.

And all you can do is whimper and wait, because he always keeps his word.

anonymous asked:

DAI companions reacting to the Inquisitor being badly injured? Romance companions as well please?

Cassandra: She’s scared and worried, of course, but she knows what to do. She gets them out of harm’s way, pours some healing poultice over their wounds, and warns them before she does that it will sting (it does, and she apologizes as she applies it), and gets them to a healer. She lets the healer do their job, but as soon as they’re out of the tent, she asks about their condition. Later, she visits them and warns them to be more careful in the future. If Romanced: It proceeds largely the same, except only if the healer allows it, she stays with him while the healer works, clutching his hand as he moans or even screams in pain, depending on what the healer does– be it potions or poultices or stitches or surgery. “I know it hurts. Stay strong and stay still. I’m here with you, and you’re going to be okay. Hold on for me. Please…”

Blackwall: He hauls the Inquisitor out of danger and hurries to camp in search of a healer. He’s panicking and running as fast as he can go, heart palpitating with fear as blood trickles down from them onto his armor (he doesn’t mind). He passes them to a healer and stays nearby, wincing when he hears their cries from where they’re being treated. If Romanced: He stays by her bedside as the healer works, holding her hand and squeezing it, wincing if she screams in pain. “I’m so sorry I didn’t do a better job of protecting you,” he apologizes, “I won’t leave you now. I’m not going anywhere. Breathe.”

Iron Bull: He picks them up and books it to the nearest healer, and stuffs one of Stitches’ poultices down their throat for good measure (in spite of their disgusted cries). It doesn’t bother him in the least how much they squirm or scream or kick or cry; his only thoughts are getting them to a healer and somewhere safe to recover. He stands guard nearby as the healer works, and offers them strong booze later to take some of the pain away. If Romanced: He acts the same, but on the inside, he’s fucking terrified. He stays with them through it all, squeezing their hand and talking them through it. “I know, Kadan, I know it hurts. I’m here. You’re going to be okay. It’s going to hurt like a motherfucker, but you’ll be okay…”

Sera: She curses, loudly, and hurries to the Herald’s side, trying her best to get them up (if conscious) or rouse them (if unconscious). She’ll shoot anyone that isn’t a party member that gets too close. “Stop dying, you!” she orders, shakily and angry. She manages to get them to a healer, and she promises them booze as soon as they’re all cleaned up by the healer. If Romanced: She stays with her as the healer works, griping her hand as she groans or even screams. “I’m here, love, it’s going to hurt but it’s going to be okay. You have to be okay.”

Varric: He curses and drags them out of harm’s way if they can’t walk, and applies healing poultices until someone else can pick them up and carry them back to camp. If they’re conscious (and either moaning or screaming in pain) he tries to soothe them as best he can. “Come on, Boss,” he hums nervously, “it’s not time for the hero to die. Not yet.”

Cole: He’s at their side in a flash, tending to their injured areas as best he can, knowing exactly where it hurts and how much, with or without their shouting. If he can do so without hurting them more, he actually uses a potion to knock them out, because they won’t feel as much pain. “You can’t die. People need you. So many will hurt if you die…”

Dorian: Lets out a steady steam of Tevene curses as he rushes to their side and begins casting as many healing spells as he knows and snapping at anyone who gets in the way if they aren’t a healer. He gets someone to then carry them back to camp where a healer is, and stays nearby, willing to help however he can. If Romanced: The same as above, but like the others, he sits in with them while the healer works, murmuring reassurances and silently pleading that they make it.

Solas: He handles it practically, casting healing spells to stabilize them, then getting them to camp. He checks on them periodically, sometimes to cast more healing spells, others to simply to ensure they’re alright. If Romanced: He’s much more panicked as he tries to tend to her; he can’t bear the thought of her dying, not now, not ever. He barely leaves her side until she heals, sleeping or awake, the former of which is the only time she doesn’t feel as much pain, so he tries to keep her relaxed while in the Fade– less stress, less pain.

Vivienne: Like Solas, she handles it in the most efficient and practical manner, stabilizing them, taking note of where the injuries are and how severe they are, and relaying them to whatever doctor takes over their care. She always seems to come by when the pain flares up the most, with a potion that handles the worst of symptoms. “Please,” she urges, “feel better soon, Darling. Let me know if I can help you any further.”

Josephine: She finds out after they get injured. When they come back to Skyhold to recover, she makes sure their room is clean and comfortable, that they have good food and clean baths, and the best of the healers on hand to help them. She visits them in their quarters with cookies and a card that reads Get Well Soon, and checks on them at least once a day. If Romanced: She panics and darts to their side as soon as they arrive in Skyhold. Every moment that does not require her work or attention, she’s with them, doing her best to keep their spirits up, and to reassure herself that they’ll be okay.

Leliana: She finds out quickly by her messengers, and comes to visit the Herald once they get to Skyhold. She does not flinch as they cry out if the doctor’s treatments hurt or as their pain rises; she just reassures them that they’ll make it. She has someone stationed nearby the whole time just to make sure no one tries to attack the Herald while they’re already down.

Cullen: He winces when he hears it, and if the injuries were the result of an attack, he ups the amount of soldiers following the Inquisitor, much to their chagrin. He visits now and again to wish them a swift recovery. If Romanced: His heart sinks when he finds out, and spends the time waiting for her to come back to Skyhold a nervous wreck, pacing and working incessantly. Once she’s actually there, he waits for her at the gates, sees her to her room, and spends any moment he’s not working with her.

Monsta X Reacts too.......

Request: I was wondering if you could do a monsta x reaction to when the boys are a little too rough & end up making y/n bleed a little down there. They’re very apologetic & refuse to touch you after that even though y/n has said you enjoyed it. Kinda make a part 1 & 2 where the 2 is when y/n is sick of their behavior after a week (or two, your choice) & tell them again that you enjoyed it & love them with all your heart & other things that convince them that you’re fine & suggests to take it upstairs for a round

Sorry it took so long. Its a long post and hella kinky shit is in here LOL. I dont know what came over me. SMUT SMUT HELLA SMUT

Part 1 (Hyung Line) 

Part 2 (Maknae Line)

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Part 1- Carter Baizen

Pairing: Carter Baizen x Reader
Part: 1/?
Warnings: Smut
Summary: You and Carter ride home in his limo after a gala. 
A/N: This is the first part in a series based on this post. Each part will be a different character and we’re starting off with Mr. Baizen. Please come let me know what you think!
Word count : 1,642

Originally posted by kingsebastian

“Mr. Baizen! Mr. Baizen!” the paparazzi were but a caucus of noise to Carter who was used to the attention by now. He shielded you and escorted you directly into the limo. You shifted your satin gown and sat back against the leather with a smile.

“Finally,” you shot Carter a smile who you could tell was thinking the same thing by the deep breath he let out.

“I thought it’d never end” Carter chuckled, running his hands through his hair before discarding his coat. The gala had run for hours and both of you were eager to leave so when Carter put his hand on the small of your back and whispered, “let’s get out of here” you both practically ran.

He leans back against the leather seats, his warm hand on your thigh the high slit of your dress allowing the access. You watched as the boyish smile faded from his face replaced with a predatory glare, his blue eyes darkening as they travel down your form. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” he asks his hand stroking your thigh gently, raising goose bumps in their wake.

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flip a coin, roll a dice (m)

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

in which you are unquestionably drawn to park jimin, and when chance provides you with an opportunity, who are you to ignore it?

Member: Park Jimin

Word Count: 4.3k

It had been a long time coming, but you had finally begun your Park Jimin detox. It was a decision that you felt at the time, and during the weeks after, was the best for you.

But you knew yourself, and you knew it wouldn’t last.

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The Dirty Truth

Originally posted by dianapforlunch

Diana Prince x Female Reader

Reader learns what additional capabilities Wonder Woman’s Lasso of Truth has.

Warnings: f/f smut, dirty talk, cursing, oral sex, fingering, restraints. WC: 1741 On AO3 

A/N: Ok, so I wrote girl on girl smut. But can you blame me? Have you seen Gal? This is inspired by this imagine. And me and @roxy-davenport​‘s conversations about Diana’s probable experiences in Themyscira. So surprise, I found another smutty trash-bin for me to fall into. Enjoy my first Diana fic. 

You can’t help but whine underneath her. Diana’s strong thighs anchor next to your hips, her hands holding your wrists down as she teases the two of you with her rolling pelvis. Just the pressure of the powerful goddess on top of you prompts a rush of arousal down to your core.

“Diana,” You mutter, trying to lift your wrists so you can touch her. “Let me touch you, princess.”

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Prompt: “Could you write a fic where the reader and Spock are on a mission and they run into trouble and he does everything he can to protect her since he is madly in love with her?” - Anon

Word Count: 2,023

Author’s Note: Long time, not post, eh? It’s been longer than I’d like, but here’s a piece to make up for lost time. I hope you like it, Anon. Thanks for the wait. 

The snap nearly stopped your heart. Gut-wrenching pain coursed up through your body as you fell to the ground, bruising your side on impact.

The ringing in your ears drowned out the cry that erupted from your chest.

A pair of hands closed around your arms and started dragging you, adding the burn of the pull to the mounting pain.

The dragging stopped and a hand touched your face. The breath was sucked from your lungs as your consciousness melded with Spock’s.

Lay still. I will protect you.

His hand left your skin and you opened your eyes to see where he brought you.

You lay between two close pieces of machinery. Spock crouched at the entrance to your hiding place and fired back at the enemies down the hall. Your leg peaked twice, once at the knee and once at the fracture point. Your pants were dusty and grey, not a drop of blood in sight. That would make this easier to deal with.

Spock fired again before looking over his shoulder at you.

The muscles in your leg twinged and you cried out as it blossomed a fresh wave of pain.

“Y/N,” Spock raised his voice before turning back to fire another handful of rounds.

You moaned back at him, tipping your head back against the wall and screwing your eyes shut.


“I’m awake,” you groaned.

“You must make contact with the ship. Initiate a transport with Mr. Scott,” Spock said, glancing back at you between shots. “Are you able to do that?”

“Maybe,” you pawed at your pocket, sliding your communicator out and triggering a fresh wave of pain from the injury.

You flipped the communicator open and held it to your face, panting with the effort it took not to cry out in agony.

“Y/L/N to Enterprise,” you hissed into the device.

“We’re reading you, Lieutenant, what’s going on?” Kirk’s voice came through.

“I’ve sustained a critical injury,” you took a deep breath as the pain washed over you again. “Mr. Spock is keeping their security team at bay, but I don’t think we can hold them off much longer.”

At that moment Spock cried out and fell back, clutching his shoulder.

“Spock!” you cried out as the shock caused you to clench your muscles around the fracture.

Three huge, heavily armoured humanoids stepped up to the entrance of the inlet. Spock raised his weapon and the closest guard kicked it right out of his hand, bringing his boot down hard on the side of Spock’s head with a second swing.

Your entire body clenched and the blood-curdling scream that ripped from your throat mixed anger, fear, and pain.

The humanoid guard bent and dragged Spock from the space by his ankle. Another, the smallest of the three, slipped between the machines and reached down for you. The last thing you saw before you lost consciousness was the enormous, gloved hand reaching for your chest.

When you next awoke, you hung from the ceiling by your wrists. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, but the pain in your leg made the situation additionally uncomfortable. The sheer weight of your leg weighing the fracture apart tugged at your muscles in the worst way.


You cracked your eyelids and looked around a startlingly well-lit room. Spock hung next to you, the hem of his shirt riding up with the strain of his arms over his head.

“Spock,” you whispered.

“I am awake,” he muttered.

“Are you hurt?”

“Not as seriously as you,” he muttered. There was a clatter in the hallway outside of the room. “Did you make contact with the Enterprise?”

“Yeah, but clearly they didn’t get us.”

“Stay quiet,” he said as he watched the door, hearing the locks being turned. “I will stall for time. Perhaps the Captain will be able to send a rescue team if we can afford them enough time.”

“What about you, I don’t want you making yourself a target!” you hissed.

“Stay silent, Y/N, please.”

The door opened and two of the guards stepped in. They spoke in rumbling voices, their language fraught with glottal stops. You must have been stripped of your universal translators sometime after you lost consciousness.

“If we are to converse, we require a medium of assistance,” Spock said. One of the guards took a heavy step forward.

Each guard wore a heavy brass coloured face mask attached to their helmet. The mask had great twisting tusks and squared-off teeth.

The one that stepped forward held out one of your communicators. It was open, but inactive.

“The button,” Spock said, tipping his head gently toward the device.

The guard looked down at the device and pressed the button.

“Can you understand me?” Spock asked.

“Yes,” the guard rumbled. “You have illegally boarded our ship.”

“You are in possession of stolen property,” Spock said.

The ache in your leg twinged with each muscle spasm. You hung your head and closed your eyes, no matter how badly you wanted to keep an eye on the situation. Spock asked you to stay quiet, so you needed to stay quiet.

“We are in possession of no stolen property,” the guard growled. “You are here illegally.”

“You are in possession of a supply of radiation medication belonging to the Ossilian outpost on Lazarus IV,” Spock said. “We were charged with retrieving it.”

“And now you die for your mission,” the guard grumbled, taking another step forward.

“Killing us would be unwise,” Spock replied.

“And why is that?”

There was a clamour of armour and the other guard stepped up to you, his cold gauntlet closing around your chin and wrenching your head up.

“The Ossilians are willing to meet your price!” Spock said with a note of distinct urgency.

“This one is injured,” the guard before you said. You looked into the eye holes in its mask and saw sheer obsidian reflecting your own sweat-sodden face back at you. How big are their eyes, you wondered.

“The Ossilians are willing to meet your price,” Spock said again. “I will act as an agent to get you what you want.”

“How do you know we don’t have what we want?” the guard closest to him said. “If we wanted their money, we would have overturned their bank. If we wanted their ships, we would have raided their shipyards.”

“You need the medicine,” you said.

Spock turned sharply toward you, his body swinging slightly on his chains.

“You’re sick,” you said.

“Do you consider yourself a scientist then?” The guard before Spock walked up to you. “I see your stripes. You are a security officer. All brawn and no brains.”

He reached out and grabbed your leg right where the bone cracked.

You let out a cry that deafened the inside of your head. There was only white-hot pain and reverberating sound.

After many minutes another sound wound its way into your head. It was a deep, single note. Spock cried out over the sound of your waning scream. There were sharp sounds as he thrashed against his bonds.

There was a sudden crash and the hand left your leg. Your vision whirled in a dizzying array of colours and shapes as a scuffle ensued before you. One constant shape remained still on your right: Spock dangling from the ceiling.

You focused on that shape until suddenly it, too, was gone. You processed the change in your vision as a pair of strong arms wound around you from the front. There was a phaser blast and your arms fell to your sides.

“Go!” you heard someone shout.

The arms readjusted you so that your torso fell over their shoulder and they began to run. You moaned as soon as you got into the hallway.

“I am here,” Spock grunted. He braced his arm around your hips, above the break, but with each heavy footfall your fracture pulsed.

He suddenly stopped and his grip loosened.

“Can you stand on your other leg?”

“I think so?”

He gingerly lowered you until your good foot touched the ground and his arms were around your waist. He had a communicator behind your back which he dialled furiously as he stood with you in the hall.

“Please get me to sickbay, I can’t do this anymore,” you said as your stomach gave a massive heave. You held your breath.

“I am endeavouring to,” he muttered as he pressed just the right button.

“Spock to Mr. Scott.”

“Mr. Spock! Stand by, I’m locking onto your signal.”

“Two to beam directly to sickbay, please,” he said, gripping you tighter as your stomach lurched and you convulsed with it.

“Aye,” came the response as you felt a weightlessness in your stomach.

“Spock,” you said.

“You are safe, Ashayam,” Spock placed his hand holding the communicator on the back of your head as you dissolved into so many atoms.

Somewhere in the flurry of activity you ended up on a bio bed in sickbay, McCoy fussing around your leg with a handful of nurses and Spock standing by your head, watching the medical team perform their procedures to correct the damage.

“Spock?” you whispered.

“Are you awake in earnest this time?”


“You have suffered severe tissue damage around the fracture site, but Doctor McCoy is confident that he will be able to repair it,” Spock said, looking down at you.

“What?” you asked, seeing the stony look taking over his face. “What’s wrong?”

“I should have been able to help you. I should not have allowed us get captured.”

“You got shot, if I remember correctly.”


“Yeah, he did. Want to tell him to accept some damn help with that?” McCoy grumbled, his face a few inches from your leg as he affixed some sort of regeneration device around it.

“Spock, have you not been seen to yet?”

“No,” Spock admitted. “You are my priority at present.”

“You’re going to get yourself into serious trouble one day if you keep putting me first,” you shook your head. “Spock, don’t second guess yourself, alright?”

“I find it difficult not to, in hindsight.”

“Of course in hindsight,” you blinked up at him. “You did everything you could have in the situation you found yourself in. I’m actually in one piece, more or less, thanks to you.”

“I shouldn’t have let you get captured.”

“If I hadn’t been captured, you’d probably be dead. That guard was going right for you before I interjected.”

“And then you were attacked.”

“But neither of us died.”

“Alright, alright, you were both very heroic and many lives were saved,” McCoy grumbled, standing back up to full height. “Pointy, get your ass to the next bed and let M’Benga patch you up. Jim needs you on the bridge, I’m sure Y/N can handle things here while you get back to your job.”

Spock straightened up.

“Go,” you urged.

He exchanged a soft look with you before obeying your request and stepping to the next bed.

“Honestly, you’d think you were on the warpath to see which one of you was the most goddamn noble,” McCoy quipped. “You’re going to spend a few hours under this thing and then we’re going to take another look. You’re benched for at least three weeks while this heals up. You can do paperwork and order people around, but you’re not getting in on any of the action.”

“I think I can be alright with three weeks of low action,” you nodded, looking past the Doctor at Spock. “How hurt is he?”

“Just the burn from the shot,” McCoy said. “His head’s fine. I’m glad neither of you died, but can you try to keep yourselves in one piece next time?”

“I’ll do what I can,” you grinned.

McCoy stepped away from your bed and Spock turned from watching what the nurse was doing to his shoulder to look at you.

“He says I’ll live,” you said.

“I am relieved,” he said, his eyes softening. “Sleep, T’hy’la.”

You let your eyes close and the thrum of noise in medbay washed over you, lulling you to sleep.


Title: Toxic

Genre: Smut

Characters: Reader / Do Kyungsoo

Notes: all im gonna say is sorry, cause i think this is the best fucking thing i’ve ever created. also, i guess go leave a request?

Summary:  All those bad boy stories you used to read, you never believed them. You never believed an innocent girl like you could fall for someone like him. But you caught yourself in your own bad boy story.

Words: 2,718

Warning: Drugs (Marijuana), Age Gap, Blonde Kyungsoo (cause fUCK)

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do you ever just... think about waking harry up with a blowjob... because i think about that a lot and it's probably concerning how much that's on my mind

Okay, so this is something me and @nips-and-tats have talked about so many times.. Enough for it to be tattooed in my brain forever.

Harry would first be a little confused to see you under the covers, your head between his thighs, but the confusion would turn into a smirk on his lips. Harry’s hair all messy and curly from the shower he had the night before, leaving it smelling like fresh green apples. Knuckles lightly stroking your cheek and and his hand sliding in your hair, scratching your scalp right behind your ear.

He’s so sensitive, full of heavy touches and puffs of air coming from his mouth as you find a rhythm with your hand along his shaft. You can feel him hardening as his hips stutter under you. A moan leaves his lips as you wrap your lips around his raspberry tip and suckle him, flicking your tongue on his sensitive slit. 

His head tips back, but he still keeps eye contact with you, fighting to keep his own open when you go down on him, taking him fully in your mouth. You gag slightly, and Harry’s hand flies back into your hair, but he’s too tired to tug on it and keep you on him. 

Just to tease him, you kiss the insides of his strong thighs, nibbling the soft skin. Harry whimpers as his hips shift, when you place a few kisses on his balls, making his tummy jolt.

“Good morning, angel.”

Masterpiece (Chanbaek)

Title: Masterpiece

Pairing: Chanbaek

Genre: Smut, fluff

Warnings: Morning sex, fantasies, self touch, kinky stuff

1.2k words

This is my first smut. I usually only write fluff and a little angst but i thought why the hell not? It’s 2017! Enjoy if you dare. :)

It was around 6:45 am when Baekhyun couldn’t sleep anymore. He rolled into his side, his eyes meeting the boy sleeping soundly next to him. His red hair a gorgeous mess over the white pillow, dark eyelashes lightly ghosting over his cheekbones.

If Chanyeol could be anymore perfect, Baekhyun wasn’t sure that could be possible. All he saw was perfection and he wanted to in case this memory in his mind forever.

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“F-uck, Daiki,” Kagami gasped, arching his back so the kitchen counter pressed almost painfully into the small of it. He had his legs wrapped around Aomine’s hips, his hands clucthing onto the edge of the counter that he was barely on.

Aomine huffed a laugh, thrusting into Kagami harder. Another arch, and Aomine squeezed his hold on Kagami’s hips.

“Feel good?” he asked, between breaths, and Kagami didn’t even raise his head, tussled hair fanned out on the counter. All he did was give a loud, obscene sort of moan in response. The kind that had Aomine shuddering. He thrust in particular deep, watched Kagami’s cock jump, flushed and completely untouched against his belly.

It was almost a blur how this had all started. Aomine had tried to lure Kagami when they were still in bed, but the redhead had been so damn cuddly that he’d ended up laying there for a good extra half hour, just enjoying it. After all, one didn’t just deny a sleepy Kagami Taiga cuddles when he asked.

That had turned to Kagami scrambling around his kitchen to get some snacks, to Aomine pressed up against him, rocking his hips gently, and Kagami falling back so easily against him. Then from sweet neck kisses ended in a frenzy tongue fest. And suddenly here Aomine was with Kagami clinging to him with those ridiculous legs gasping and moaning like this was the first damn time Aomine had touched him.

He sounded like this almost every time. It still blew Aomine’s mind. Always would, he was sure. He was in such utter awe of Kagami, even if he kept it to himself. Always had been.

“Dai…Daiki,” Kagami gasped, bringing Aomine back to the present. “…right there…good,” He arched again, the counter digging into his back once more, and Aomine gripped his hips tighter. He was afraid if he let go Kagami would fall- didn’t matter how strong either of them were, maybe this hadn’t been their best decision, position wise. But it was hot, Aomine wouldn’t lie.

“Get yourself off for me,” Aomine breathed and lower his voice, “C’mon Taiga, I know you can.”

Kagami released his white-knuckle grip on the counter edge with one hand, wrapping it around his cock, stroking up and thrusting into his hand, before back down on Aomine’s cock. The bluenette eyes rolled back for a moment, nearly losing himself right then and there with that obscene hip movement.

God, Kagami was a dream.

“That’s it,” Aomine breathed, feeling his own orgasm so close. No, not yet, but it was so hard to keep at bay, with Kagami being so utterly perfect beneath him. “Just like when I touch you.”

Kagami gasped, squeezed the head of his cock, losing his rhythm quickly as his movements became desperate, until he was coming with a loud cry, Aomine’s name broken in the string of sounds.

Aomine didn’t even make it three more thrusts before he was following suit, bowing his head down and groaning, hips jerking a few times as he filled Kagami, before stilling. They were both panting, and carefully, Kagami released his other hand from the counter, managing to push himself up on his elbows, glancing up at Aomine through his tussled hair, smiling.

Aomine was smiling back when there was a key turning in Kagami’s apartment door, and a moment later it was open, slamming shut, and a voice was calling out, “Hey Taiga~ you up?” Neither could move before Alex rounded the corner to the kitchen, pausing with her mouth open, ready to say something else. But the words were lost.

He stared for a minute, both Kagami and Aomine staring back, before she grinned.

“You guys better sanitize that counter really damn well. I make food there.” she pointed out, and Aomine glanced down at Kagami, saw his cheeks flushing deeply. His own cheeks felt hot- god, he was still inside Kagami, and Alex just folded her arms, staring at them with a smug smile.

“Uh,” Aomine started, before Kagami cut in,
“Can you give us a minute?”

“Yeah, sure,” Alex said, turning and waving her hand behind them. “Seriously guys. Clean the counter. I mean scrub. Clorox wipes aren’t enough.”

Alex walked out of the room, and Aomine slowly pulled out of Kagami’s body. The redhead shuddered, once, hating that empty feeling, as Aomine helped to support him as he untangled his legs, feet planted firmly on the floor a moment later. He tried to straighten up, felt his his liquid trickling down his thighs, and shuddered. His lower back ached, and he knew he’d feel it even more later.

“You okay?” Aomine asked, grabbing their clothes off the floor. He handed Kagami’s to him, and he stepped into his underwear, not bothering with his sweatpants.

“Yeah. Just gonna feel this later.” He reached back, rubbed at the small of his back. “I forgot I gave Alex a key. Since she’ll be here for a while.”

“Well. We won’t forget that again.” Kagami nodded, running a hand back through his hair.
“I’m uh…gonna go clean up.” Aomine nodded, watching Kagami hurry from the kitchen. He stepped into his own underwear and sweatpants, before leaving the kitchen, heading towards the living room and finding Alex sitting on Kagami’s couch, her laptop pulled from the bag, which she’d left on the floor.

“You know, when Taiga gave me a key, he said just make myself at home and don’t be a stranger.” She glanced up at Aomine. “Probably should have figured I should still call. Or something.”

Aomine shrugged a shoulder, walking around the couch and sitting down.

“We uh…probably would’ve missed your call,” Aomine admitted, and Alex grinned.

“Uh-huh. I guess it doesn’t matter then.” She didn’t look up from her laptop, but continued speaking. “Not that I blame you Daiki. I mean. Points for holding him in that position and all.”

"Fuck….” Aomine felt his cheeks going hot again, glanced away.

“Dammit what’s Taiga’s wifi password?” Alex glanced up now, “I forgot and my laptop didn’t save it last time.”

“Uh…” Aomine shrugged. “I’ll go ask him.”

“Thanks Daiki!” Alex kissed his cheek.

He pushed himself up, heading towards the bathroom and leaning against the door. He could hear the shower running. He knocked once, then, “Hey, Taiga?”

“You can come in.” Aomine opened the door, shutting it behind him quickly. The room was hot, filled with steam already, and Aomine could see Kagami’s silhouette behind the shower curtain.

“Alex wants your wifi password,” he started, as Kagami pulled the shower curtain back, just enough so that Aomine should see a single shoulder, his pretty eyes, the way his wet hair clung to his forehead and neck. There might have been more to his speech, a comment or something, anything, but it died in that moment. All he could do was stare.

Kagami said something, and Aomine barely registered. Only when it was his name did he snap out of it.

“Oh, uh.”

Kagami rolled his eyes, repeating himself.

“Keep staring like that and you might forget how to breathe, Daiki.“ Kagami chuckles at him.

God that smile. Aomine cleared his throat, fighting down the urge to just pulled Kagami and making him a mess again.

“You’re just…you know. Pretty and all. And sometimes I can’t believe I’m actually here. With you.” A nervous shoulder shrug, and Aomine watched Kagami blush. He’d probably blame it on the hot water.

Aomine didn’t need to get into the crush he had harbored on Kagami when he’d been his rival, when Kagami had become Kuroko’s new light. Kagami knew everything. He knew it all, from weak moments in the dead of the night where Aomine opened up, far more then he ever meant to. But really- so much had gone wrong in Aomine’s life, that it was strange to think something as right as Kagami Taiga could actually happen to him.

“I’ll…go tell Alex,” he said, but Kagami shook his head, lifting one hand so it was visible and gesturing Aomine over with a curl of his fingers. Aomine listened- was there ever a question of him not- stepping closer until Kagami would reach out, sink a wet hand into his hair and pull him in, kissing him. Slow, sweet, the kind that had Aomine feeling like his inside were melting, mixing together, diluting into an utter mess of everything he was.

“You know,” Kagami whispered against his mouth, “I love you, right?”

Aomine nodded, slightly, felt a single drop of water roll down his neck, from Kagami’s wrist. And Kagami smiled at him, the kind that stopped Aomine’s heart. The kind that was just for him. He’d seen it so many times and he could never have hoped he’d see it now.

“Now, go tell Alex before she goes into a rampage not getting to catch up to her soap series.”

Aomine chuckled, pulling back, turning and walking to the bathroom door. He tossed it open, calling out to Alex the password.

“Thanks! Took you two forever.” came from the living room, followed by, “Now go clean the counter! I want Taiga to cook me something.”

Aomine rolled his eyes, but walked towards the kitchen anyway. Smiling. He wasn’t sure he would wipe this smile from his face, even if he tried.

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I like that (3) - You owe me (FP Jones-Riverdale) *

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Summary: Y/N’s Jughead’s friend who works at Pop’s where  FP Jones saves her from a creepy fratboy and that intrigues her.

Summary for part 3: Y/N decides to tease FP a little but ends up the one that’s left hot and bothered. (Smut)

“Hey, I thought I should make up for last night.” Hermione said walking in to the dinner at 1:30 AM. more than an hour and a half before when her shift started.

“You didn’t have to.” Y/N smiled, just cleaning up after some costumers, with FP sitting at the far end of the bar.

“I did. Get your things and get some sleep.” Hermione insisted, her hand gently caressing the girls cheek.

“Thank you.” Was all the younger girl said before giving her  a thankful smile and walking to the back of the dinner to collect her things.

“Good night, Hermione.” FP said and walked out of the dinner, trying to make it seem like he and the other waitress won’t be leaving the dinner together.

“FP.” She nodded, confused as to why a south side serpent would be at Pop’s instead of the Whyte Wyrm, at this hour of the night.

Y/N soon walked out of the dinner, her eyes soon landing on the red truck from before, on which FP was now leaning on. “That’s where I know it from.”

FP raised an eyebrow at her comment as he opened the door for her, letting the girl get in to the passenger seat.

“The truck, I saw it drive by me and Juggie when we were walking over to Pop’s after school.” She explained, setting her backpack between her and the window, letting herself sit closer to where FP will soon sit.

“Ah.” He nodded to himself before walking around and sitting behind the steering wheel. “You two seemed to be having fun.”

“Mhm.” She nodded, noticing the change in his voice when he said that, but letting it slide.

“You two were laughing. What was so funny?” He asked as he turned on the engine that undertone in his voice still detectable.

“Umm I think he called my ass little and i got offended.” The girl said smiling at the memory.

“My boy clearly needs glasses then.” He said shaking his head a small smile on his lips as Y/N grabbed his hand in to both of hers. “There’s nothing going on between you two, right?” He added out of the blue.

“Me and Juggie?” She asked surprised  that he even thought about that. “No, no, he has his eye on the Cooper girl, Betty.” She explained her eyes studying their hands. One of his was almost bigger than both of hers.

“Good.” He said smiling down at their hands.



“Pull over.” The girl said calmly as they were driving on an empty road.

“What? Is everything okay?” He asked looking at her before pulling up, a bit out of the road.

“Mhm.” She said looking at him with an innocent look in her eyes “But, you know, this..” she said looking around the car, “is not the kind of ride i wanted.” She added her lips curling up in to a wicked smile, making FP’s eyes widened for a second before he mimicked her smile, turning off the engine, his eye not leaving hers.

Within seconds he pulled lifted his hand to her chin, gently pulling her closer to him, letting their lips touch. They kissed, finally. Yes, they have kissed before, but this.. this was different, this was a real kiss. No teasing, no playing games, this was what they wanted, what they needed, both of them.

A minute of kissing has passed when Y/N pushed FP back and climbing on top of him, straddling him. He waited no time, letting his hands explore her exposed thighs as soon as she leaned down and pressed her lips to his once again. She wanted to get out of the diner as soon as possible so she didn’t change back to her normal clothes. Besides the uniform was more… practical, in this situation.

FP grabbed her hips, making her rock back and forth, letting her silk covered heat rub against his lap. She moaned in to the kiss at the sudden friction.

“You like that?” He whispered, kissing down her neck, biting on her collar bone.

“Mhm.” She moaned out in need, tugging on the hair at the back of his head, making him look up at her before leaning down and kissing him again, now grinding harder and faster against him. One of his hands making it’s was up to her breasts, cupping them trough the uniform as he bit on her lower lip. She pulled away with a smile, grabbing the collar of his shirt and starting to unbutton the buttons as he did the same with  her uniform. Her fingers were faster, as she finished with his shirt in a couple of seconds, pushing it off his body as much as the small space in the truck allowed her. She leaned down and started to kiss his neck as she got an idea. She pushed her body backwards, sitting far enough that her hands were able to undo his belt and his jeans. She pulled away from the kiss to look down and bite her lip as she sees how hard he is already.

She gently grabs his, now, free member and run her fingers up and down the shaft. The feeling of small gentle hands on his cock, making FP throw his head back and closing his eyes, enjoying the feeling. Which only intensified as she leaned forward to suck and kiss on his neck.

He let out a low growl as she started to pick up the speed and twist her wrist, making her  smile against his neck when she felt his hands roughly squeezing her ass.

“You like that?” She said in the same tone he did before. He just looked at her and that look told her more  than words ever could. She crawled off his lap and got on all fours in the seat besides him before bending down and taking the tip of his cock in to her mouth sucking on it as she twirled her tongue around the head.

“Mmm” He let out what sounded like a mix between a moan and a growl as he reached behind her pulling her dress up so he was able to grab her ass again, before slipping under her, running his fingers over her silk covered pussy making her moan against his member, sending small vibrations along his skin. As his fingers started to apply more pressure and pick up the speed she mimicked his actions  and started to bob her head up and down letting the tip hit the back of her throat every now and then.

After a couple of minutes she could feel him twitching in her mouth, she pulled away and looked up at him with that wicked smile of hers. He looked down at her, the need for climax clearly visible on his face and all she did was sent him a wink before grabbing his member and running her fingernails over the head very slowly and very gently, barely touching him but she could see and feel that he feels it as his cock started pulsing in her hand.

“Fuck-” he let out a low raspy moan as he grabbed her pony tail and brought her lips back to his member, guiding her head up and down on it and she let him, reaching for his balls and massaging him gently.

“Fuck!” He repeated again, throwing his head back as she could feel a hot substance explode in her mouth. She kept bobbing her head up and down, letting him shot every last drop of cum in to her mouth before pulling up, letting his cock out of her mouth with a pop. She sat on her knees as she looked him in the eye and swallowed what was left of his cum in her mouth.

He was left speechless as she whipped her lips on the back of her hand before sending him a sweet smile.

“Where have you been all of my life?” He asked, still breathing heavy as he cupped her cheeks and pulling her in to a heated kiss. She gladly kiss him back as his hand made its way back to her panties, pushing it aside and letting his fingers run small circles over her clit.

“FP..” she moaned against his mouth, making him smirk and continue rubbing circles, chaining up the speed and pressure, slowly going faster and faster. “Y-yes.” She could feel her legs start to tremble.

Suddenly they were hit by a strong red and blue light, followed by a loud siren.

“Fuck!” FP quickly pulled his hand away and pulled up his jeans.

“Wha-” Y/N was about to whine before she realized what was going on, still dizzy from the orgasm that slipped from reach because of the blue and red lights. 

“Fix yourself!” FP ordered quietly as he tried to button up his shirt as far as he could.

She did the same with the buttons on her uniform, fixing her hair and sitting in a normal manner.

A second after FP buttoned his third to last button they heard a knock on his window. He took a deep breath and rolled down the window. “What seems to be the problem, officer?” He asked in a bored tone as they came face to face with Kevin’s dad.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, noticing FP is not alone, the sheriff pointed his flash light straight at Y/N’s face making her wince at the sudden direct light.  “Y/N?”

“Hello Sheriff Keller.” Y/N smiled in a friendly manner.

“Is there a problem, Sheriff?” FP asked, clearly annoyed.

“Is everything okay?” Sheriff asked ignoring FP.

“Yes, Mr. Jones is just giving me a ride home, he was at Pop’s just as i finished my shift, so since I’m his son’s friend he offered t take me home. You know, after what happened to Jason… i don’t feel that safe on this roads in the middle of the night, so i gladly accepted the offer for a ride home.” She lied with ease as she looked from FP to the sheriff.

“And why are you parked in the middle of nowhere?”

“That’s totally my fault. I was playing with my ring while Mr. Jones drove and I dropped it by accident, so i asked Mr. Jones to stop so i could find it. It was my grand mothers, it means a lot to me. I really hope we didn’t break any rules.” She said looking the sheriff straight in the eye, effortlessly making up the story as she went.

“That’s okay. Just find it and get her home.” Sheriff said with a smile at the girls direction and a stern look meant for FP.

“Thank you, sheriff.” Y/N smiled as the man walked away.

“You’re scary good at that.” FP said as he rolled up the window.

“Lies or blowjobs?” She smirked.

The older man looked at her with amusement. “Both.”

“I’m just that good.” She smiled, noticing that the police car is still behind them. “I guess you have to really take me home now. I’m pretty sure they will follow us all the way to my house.” She sighed.

“Good point.” FP said before turning on the truck and driving off slowly.

“You owe me one, you know that right?” The girl said looking at him.

“Oh, I know.” He said, his hand landing on her upper thigh. “Don't  worry baby girl, I’m a man who pays up his depth.”

“I sure hone so.” She said more as a joke but closed her eyes as his hand traveled up, beginning to run his fingers over her silk covered panties, again.

“We’re here.” FP said as he stopped the car, making the girl whine at the loss of contact. She wanted to get at least a kiss before she went in to her house, but the god damn sheriff was still behind them.

“Thanks for the ride then.” She said with a sight as she gathered her things.

“I’ll make it up to you.” He said with a wink as she walked up to her porch, turning around to see both him and the sheriff drive off.

“Oh well.” She said to herself unlocked her door and walked in. She walked up the stairs, took a shower and got to bed just as the clock showed 3 AM. She wanted to take care of the ‘situation’ FP has created in her panties but she was so tired she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.


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"That's Not Fair."

Prompt (from Anon): Heey, so first of all I wanna say that I absolutely love the Accident, seriously it’s so amazing and cute, thank you for blessing us with that fic <3 aaand, since you’re up to anything riverdale rn, I thought I’d share this imagine idea I saw a few days ago “your OTP passionately making out, person A starts scratching down person B’s back, which drives them nuts, whining into the kiss that that’s not fair"idk what you think about this but omg I can see a lot of fluff and ahfksmzbka pretty please 

 A/N: first all of thank you so much I’m just happy people are enjoying my work :3 and of course this sounds like such a good fic so here we go! I know there’s a lot of build up to get there but I kinda wanna do a part two? Like/reblog if you want part 2! 

 Fandom: Riverdale Characters: Archie Andrews

Pairing: Archie x Reader (anon didn’t specify so I’m running with this)

Warnings: steamy make out session 

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 Right after school, your classmate (whom you must add have had a crush on since sixth grade) Archie Andrews met you as you closed your locker. "Well if it isn’t the Riverdale football star himself,” you greeted him with a casual smile. “What brings you here?" 

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Genre: Kim Taehyung x reader smut
Word count: 1.6k
“Teaser”: Your boyfriend that’s currently touring the world with his band-members, unexpectedly calls you in the middle of the night with a “problem” ;-).
Author’s note: Heyyyyyy guys! I haven’t been around lately, cause I’ve been busy living my life. Tests, friends, obligations etc. got in the way of me and this blog - pretty much life has made it hard to post things. I’ve been writing up quite a few scenarios, but I just haven’t finished any of them. This is just a random idea that came to mind and I just went with the flow. I hope you guys like it, since quite a few have been asking me for a V smut…. so here you Tae-lovers go! I tried to proof read it, but it’s so late and I probably read over some of the typos! Sorry about that! I’m tired af! Enjoy hanas!

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Looking pretty great aren’t I? I’ve been going to my trainers gym for eight months now and I think it’s working pretty well… accept for my stomach, I can’t seem to lose that fat.

Around when I started my trainer told me about a trade secret to losing weight, and it would feel WAY better than regular exercise. So, of course, I had to know! He gave me a funny wink and told me he couldn’t explain it, he’d just have to show me.

He told me to pull off my work out pants (they get in the way) then lean over a nearby bench. I trust him, so I did. Just as I turned to ask “what next?” Something hard poked my inner thighs. I wasn’t sure what he was doing but pretty soon it didn’t matter! The long thing slid into me really fast, stretching me a bit.

I felt his hips hit my butt then he pulled it back. Pretty soon he was pounding that thing into me, making me moan. He grabbed my hips, his fingers squeezing me and started pumping harder, making me squeal. He was right! This felt more amazing than anything!

“A-and this’ll- keep me fit?” I moaned between gasps, leaning heavily on the padded bench.

“Don’t worry, in a few months your belly will be completely tight and smooth,” he grunted, thrusting harder.

Deciding I’d put in more work for myself, I pushed back, meeting his strong thrusts. His warm balls kept slapping my thighs as we went. Suddenly he groaned loudly, squeezing my hips tighter. His thing started to swell and pulse, not stopping as thick, steaming goo started to pour into me! It felt like he was filling my stomach with the hot stuff and I just moaned.

That’s the training regiment, but my stomach is still like this. My trainer said we just had to keep going, only a month or so before my belly is completely flat. I can’t wait! I’ll have the perfect body after that!

Ladies' Man - Issac Lahey

Genre: FLUFF and some slight smut if you squint

Pairings: Isaac Lahey x Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 1412

Summary: Since Isaac finally got a lazy day after all the craziness going on in Beacon Hills, he decided to spend with you and being the ladies’ man he is he decided to try to use some pick up lines on you, his girlfriend.

Author’s Note: I have only watched up to Season Three of Teen Wolf, so if I don’t portray any of the events or characters wrong, please be nice. I just thought that Issac would fit nicely in the situation that I chose to write about. Hope you enjoy my writing.

Originally posted by maryjosez

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