and you will keep your teeth off my flesh

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Warnings: Smut (NSFW), Fluff , Love

Words: 2,028

Requested: Hello! I would like to request a Loki x reader 💖 It’s Loki’s and the reader’s wedding night, they go back to Loki’s chambers and they get down and dirty for the first time ;) but the reader is very nervous because it’s there first time. And Loki is doing his best to make her feel loved and safe. Thank you 💖

A/N: Hey, Lovelies. this is my first Loki x reader, sorry if it’s bad and sorry for any misspelled or errors, but I really hope you enjoy it!! :) 

                                   Request are closed for now!

You were standing in a plain white room, standing on a pedestal while the maids fixing your long elegant green dress as they were done fixing your dress, you were now looking at yourself in the mirror.

Your (h/l) (h/c) locks were braided back from your face, not a single strand out of place. Queen Frigga had passed onto you a beautiful silver necklace and crown with amber gems in the center of both.

Today was your wedding day, you were excited and nervous at the same time. You were marrying the love of your life, Loki was your best friend, when you grow a liking to the young prince and that liking turn in love as years passed you both finally confess love for each other.

Your father and two guards came into white room as the maids leave. You walked away from the mirror as your father came over kisses your cheek.

“You look magnificent, darling. you’re mother would be so proud of you” your father says, you smiled.

You took your father’s arm as the two guards escort you and your father to the throne room.

You both walked the whole way in silence, you already had a single tear trickling down your face. At this moment you were so happy, you wouldn’t want to change it for anything. You and father pause at the giant double doors, you took a deep breath.

The two guards push them open, you were met with those beautiful blue eyes and thousand others, as you and your father walk down the aisle. Odin and Frigga on his throne, The Warriors Three stood to the side as the groom’s men, and Lady Sif was your maid of honor.

Frigga smiled softly at you as you and your father made it down the aisle, you were now in front of Loki who had a cute smirk on his face as he wearing his golden crown and green and gold cape.

“You look….STUNNING” Loki says looking you up and down, you blushed as Odin moved swiftly through the ceremony. When the time for “I dos”

“Do you, Loki, take Y/N L/N to be your wife, To be her constant friend, her partner in life, and her true love? To love her without reservation, honor and respect her, protect her from harm, comfort her in times of distress, and to grow with her in mind and spirit? Odin says, Loki smiles "I do”

“And Do you, Y/N, take Loki Laufeyson to be your husband, To be his constant friend, his partner in life, and his true love?. To love him without reservation, honor and respect him, protect him from harm, comfort him in times of distress, and to grow with him in mind and spirit?

"I do” you smiled. “As I Odin, pronounce you husband and wife,” Odin stated.

“You may kiss the bride.” You were wrapped up in Loki’s arms and pressed against his chest. His lips pressed to yours with all the love and tenderness he could manage, his hands holding your hips. More cheers and applause flowed through the room as he held you close.

You both pulled away, and walked down the aisle. You and Loki were finally husband and wife.

You and you’re now husband Loki were walking hand in hand to his Chambers, Loki had got you away early to have some alone time, Loki promised that he would take you somewhere special for the honeymoon. you honest don’t care if you both went anywhere or not, you were just happy you got to stolen his last name.

When you both got to Loki’s room, immediately Loki made a “do not disturb” sign with his magic. He whisked you up off of your feet and carried me in, shutting the door behind him. He sat you down gently.

Loki’s arms came up to your waist, his fingers slipping softly down them. “I can’t believe that you’re mine now, Mrs. Laufeyson ”

“Me too, Mr. Laufeyson” you reply blushing. Loki chuckles as he pulled me into him and stealing a kiss.

Soon that small kiss turned into more, and you both slid across the floor to the bed, the back of your legs hit the frame of the bed. Loki let a smile paint across his face and his hands went to the back of your dress and slide zipper down, He turned you around and started to slide each little bit off, kissing the skin that would be exposed.

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oral fixation in fics: always chewing on a pen lid, oral sex champion, cute little character quirk 

oral fixation irl: ripping skin off of the inside of your mouth with your teeth, ripping skin off of your lips with your teeth, chewing on every fucking thing you can find, biting your tongue, flecks of paint from destroyed pencils in your teeth, chewing on a pen for a full minute before realizing where the fuck it’s probably been, buying like $30 worth of fucking mints because you go through so many just to keep from biting out chunks of your own mouth flesh

Ruby Red II

Pairing: You/Yoongi 

Genre: smut (gang!au)

Word Count: 4,729

Warning: smut, car accidents, swearing

Summary: You’ve been involved with Bangtan gang for a short while now, and you stole the massive ruby, Satan’s Heart, for them. None of you could predict the repercussions, or the feelings that might spring up in the midst of the violence.

A/N: This is Part II. You don’t have to read the first part to understand (wink wink), but it might help. Let me know what you think!

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for the love of a daughter || charles xavier

Originally posted by julee-art

So I’m home with my brothers because my parents are out of town, and they both woke up at an ungodly hour this morning so to put it kindly, I’m exhausted. 

BUT NOW I’M GETTING REQUESTS FOR CHARLES XAVIER AND I’M SO EXCITED TO WRITE THEM. Let’s get to it! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

DOFP Charles is my favorite. With his long hair. Oh my! But this will be a sad one, would you mind doing an insert where the reader has kept it a secret that Charles and her had a child. Once she learns from Beast about his state, she visits him and introduces him to their child in hopes he would better himself. Maybe have a small bonding scene with the kid who has his powers.

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The First Ever Halloween Party at the Citadel

I got this idea before laying down for a nap earlier today and I am desperately fighting the temptation to do one for Ardyn as well (why do I always swear I’m not gonna write for someone and then write them anyway?) 



The laughter erupting from your chest was wheezy from the past three or four hours of giggling and fun as you both collapsed in the backseat of the waiting cab. The Halloween party at the Citadel was unexpectedly wild and ultimately a success, with many a drunken person stumbling around due to the spiked daemon’s blood punch bowl in the common area. You and Noctis had detected the tang of alcohol mixed in with the sweet punch at the first sip, but Noctis had insisted a couple of glasses weren’t too big of a deal and you were having too much fun to find any fault with that argument. Not quite drunk yet, but still tipsy enough to slightly slur Noctis’ address, the cab headed off into the the streets of Insomnia with the streetlights occasionally lighting up Noctis’ face before it faded away into the darkness of night once again. 

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Dark Times

Summary: Hvitserk was the one man that the Reader loved the most. He’s haunted by a tragic past that turns him into a pill addict and finds himself running to the Reader for help. Two practical strangers are brought together and are forced to face the one tragic past they both share. And they don’t even know it.

Warnings: major drug abuse, drinking, angst, possible triggering (mentions of non con will be in later chapters), language, sexual tension… I think

Originally posted by alien-trippy

Originally posted by drogonstone

Hvitserk was the one man that always tugged on your heart. He was once a handsome man who went to college but somewhere in that time his life had taken a turn for the worst. You had loved him all through high school, and when you tried admitting it to him he nearly laughed at you.

You didn’t know what had made you so attracted to him, but with a simple look he always brought butterflies in your stomach. Even after he had broken your heart you still loved him and from time to time you had always wondered if he was okay. If he was even alive.

But you were getting that answer right now. At 2 o'clock in the morning. The sound of a fist pounding on the door woke you from a deep sleep. You slowly approached the door and remained silent. It was a mystery how the stranger behind the door had gotten into the apartment building. Someone must have let them in.

“Y/N, it’s Hvitserk. Please …open up…” Slurred words came from behind the door.

You unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door. Hvitserk collapsed onto your cream colored carpet and started to slowly crawl into your apartment. A gust of cold wind blew into your home and made you shiver. You quickly closed the door and looked to see Hvitserk laying on his back.

If it wasn’t for his voice you would have never recognized him. The Hvitserk you knew and loved had always been well kept and clean. He kept his hair short and neat. This one had grown his hair out and it was slicked back with only half an effort. He was only in a black shirt and black jeans which was stained with vomit.

He reeked of alcohol, most likely tequila and bad body odor. His eyes were searching you up and down, glazed and bloodshot.

“Hvitserk, why are you here?” You asked quietly as you folded your arms over your chest.

You were in a pair of dark blue sweatpants with a long black night shirt that had long sleeves. But you couldn’t care what he was thinking. You thought you finally forgotten Hvitserk. Why did he have to show up on your door step of all people.

Hvitserk groaned and began crawling towards you. He was so high he could barely move.

“I was feeling really good. I tried calling you but your numbers changed. I wanted to tell you something.” He replied as he stood on his knees and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

Your heart pounded in your chest and your stomach was doing flips. His cold fingers lifted up your shirt and pressed his face into your abdomen. You flinched at the feeling of his cold cheek pressing against your stomach.

“Hmm, you’re so warm.” He whispered while pressing a light kiss to your navel.

“Whoa! Hvitserk!” You tried breaking free of his grasp but it only caused him to tighten his embrace around you.

His tongue dipped out from between his lips and dragged across the patch of skin just below your belly button. That caused your stomach to clench as heat flooded your thighs.

“I wanna taste you.” He began moving lower.

You wanted it so bad. This was the kind of thing you dreamed about since high school but you could tell he wasn’t in the right state of mind. You would never forgive yourself if you took advantage of him.

“Hvitserk no. How about you take a nice hot shower. Sober up. I’ll try to call one of your brothers.” You again tried wrenching his arms off but they stiffened.

He dug his teeth into your soft flesh and you yelped. “Mmm don’t do that. I want to stay with you.”

His words were making tears build up in your eyes. You had to keep reminding yourself that he didn’t really mean it. He was just .. fucked up.

“Hvitserk, if you don’t let me go and take a shower right now I will scream!”

That was just an empty threat but you prayed it would work.

Hvitserk smiled and retracted his arms from your waist only so his hands could grasp your hips. “As long as it’s my name I won’t have a problem with it.” He winked.

Your body shuddered. “No, Hvitserk, let go of me!”

He scowled and pushed you away from him. You stumbled back a few steps with widen eyes. “If we were in high school…” He swallowed a lump in his throat. “You’d say yes.”

His words hit a soft spot on your heart. You blinked back your tears and headed down the dark hallway. You turned to the first door on your left and flipped the switch to your bathroom. You reached in the shower and turned on the hot water.

Hvitserk stumbled behind you. When you turned around you saw that he had removed his shirt. You quickly spun back around.

“Come on.” Hvitserk’s words made your eyes widen even more.

He stepped into the shower. “I need help.”

You turned to chastise him but then you saw him slump into the corner. He could barely stand. You removed your shirt and pants but remained in your bra and panties as you stepped next to him in the tub.

You rubbed the soap onto a face cloth and handed it to him. He dragged the material lazily across his body with one hand while using the other to grip your shoulder.

You helped him stand up under the hot water. He leaned his head down and you watched as the water ran through his hair and dripped down his chiseled jaw. It was hard not to stare.

“Now, my hair… Please.” He grumbled.

You poured some shampoo in the palm of your hand and ran your fingers through his messy hair. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes as the soapy water ran down his perfect sculpted body.

“All done.” You reached behind him and shut the water off.

He nodded his head. “Thank you.” He whispered.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks and stepped out to grab the both of you a towel. Hvitserk ended up in a pair of your ex’s flannel on pants with a big grey shirt. You went to your room and changed your bra and panties before changing back into the pjs you were in before.

As you picked up his dirty clothes you turned and watched as Hvitserk headed for your room.

“Wait! That’s my room!” You ran into your room and found Hvitserk hurrying himself under the covers on your bed.

He leaned against your pillow and sighed. “The bed is big enough to share. Come here.”

You huffed and threw the dirty clothes in the laundry basket. “Hvitserk, why are you here? Where’s your brothers?”

He seemed annoyed at the question. “They’re back in Kattegate.”

You furrowed your brows. “Then what are you doing here?!”

He blinked and looked at you with his dark watery eyes. “I need help. You’re the only person I can think of that will be nice enough to help me.”

“You barely know me.” You shot back.

“I know you enough.” His lips curled into an innocent smile that made your heart melt.

“What do you mean by you need help?” You questioned.

He groaned. “I sort of have this problem…I don’t know how to explain it but when I think of you it kind of helps. I just need a place to crash for a while until I get my head straight.”

You didn’t understand his words but decided to leave it at that.

“Fine. I’ll sleep on the couch. Tomorrow I’m calling your brothers and they can come get you.” You reached for the pillow by his head but he grasped your wrist.

“Please don’t leave me. Y/N, can’t you see I’m here because I need you. Not some random girl to hook up with. Not food, not water…just you. Please…help me.” His eyes filled with tears.

“Jesus, what did you take?” You asked as you sat on the bed.

“You would have better luck asking what I didn’t take. I used to be strong like you. And healthy like you. But now? I’m a prisoner to my addictions and I can’t stop. Please just make them stop.” He sobbed.

“Ssh, it’s going to be okay.” You laid beside him.

He wrapped an arm around you and burried his face in the crook of his neck.

“You know they have clinics that can help. With professionals and sponsors you can call to help keep you on your feet.” You whispered.

He reached up and threaded his fingers through your soaked hair. “I don’t want a fucking clinic. I just want you. Please.”

Your body turned hot being so close to him. His warm breath scorched your neck and made you shiver. Hearing him plead for you made your stomach turn.

“Hvitserk, you hate me. Why did you come to me?” You asked as you reached up and smoothed your palm over his hair.

“Because I know you’re the one who will help me. You won’t judge me like everyone else.” He sniffled and tightened his embrace around you. “The people I thought were my friends only keep pushing me to more drugs but I don’t wanna do it anymore. I just need to stay somewhere safe and your the only person I could think of.” He cried.

You let out a sigh and traced over your thoughts. You weren’t sure what to make of this. Hvitserk turned into a drug addict over the years and he was begging for your help. Your heart squeezed at that. This was the one man you still somehow loved. And now he was in your bed crying for help.

A part of you wanted to kick him out. If you were smart you would have done so already. But the other half was screaming to help him. After all, isn’t that what you do when you love someone who needs help?


This is a mini series I will likely have finished and posted today. I was up all night working on it. This series is based off the song Dark times by The Weeknd 

@sweetvengeancee @rekdreams247 @actuallyivar @fawnbrrry @ivarthefuckboy 

Bathroom Sink

Requested by @oraclegazes

Pairing:  Pete Dunne/FC

Category:   Smut

Tags: @lclb13 @lunaticfringe216 @not-that-kinda-gurl08 @houndofjustice-imagines @swedish-strong-style @tvrnbvckle @keep-ydgn@devittsbalor @artemisapalla316 @narwhalneglect @brezhonegselkea  @earl-01 @sjbh @wrestlingismyfavourite @laziestgirlintheworld @smolsassynalilsmartassy@kurominonsense @i-ship-it-okay @anerdysouthernbelle  @blondekel77 @spot-of-bother  @imagineyourwrestlers @shadow-of-wonder @omegachronicle @theomegachronicles @lahey-trash @phyreblue @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @theworldiscolorful @wrestlingnoob @indywrestlinglover-life

“You need to leave”

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Dreaming With You

So this is a compilation of the community-written Dreams with a better title, slightly easier to read format. Every writer is being tagged at the beginning of their post/posts to make sure they get credit. I own NOTHING in this story.

I have NEVER been a part of a Fandom quite like Solavellan Hell! From being welcomed with open arms by others I now call friends to seeing brilliant and creative minds posting their theories, headcanons, and work of art on my dashboard every day to supporting each other when other people are nasty and rude about those aforementioned posts. Solavellan Hell is my home, my family and all of you are AMAZING, WONDERFUL people!


No one needed to add more to this story (the smut probably helped a little, lol) but you all did! Those that read and commented made every writer squeal and likely turn quite red. Those comments may also help one budding writer (you know who you are, I’m looking at you, and no, I won’t stop pestering you to write MORE) keep writing!

The original Dreams post. *This post now contains two wonderful endings!

NSFW! Solas x Reader/Solas x You, mention of choking, biting, begging, dom! and sub! Solas, fade sex, Post-Trespasser

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anonymous asked:

Concept, from Tattoo anon: Modern AU. Sebastian. Stripper Sebastian. Wearing skin right black leather. Open chest. High heeled boots. Long black nails. Face fresh to death with make up. The lights are dim. The music is loud. Ciel. Tired, lonely, board college boy. A look. A smirk. Sebastian walks like a young god through the crowd. He asks if the boy would like a dance. The boy says yes.

What’s worse than a break-up? Letting yourself get consumed by the pain. What is the solution then? Taking your mind off of things and doing what makes your soul happy. Ciel tried reading books, since that’s what makes him happy, but his soul still seemed to not be at peace. He didn’t realize where he was until he was sitting at the bar of some strip club, but he was sure that letting himself go for a night would be a perfect distraction. So there he was, sipping a drink that was a little too strong for him, and trying to shut out the loud music that definitely did not fit his taste. Briefly, his gaze wandered over the people in the club and very soon it returned to the drink he ordered. Watching everyone drown in carnal desire made him feel filthy so he began to question his choices.

Somewhere in the crowd, a pair of predatory eyes was searching for a prey. It didn’t take long for the burgundy gaze to fall upon a little beauty that did not belong in a fowl place such as this one. Thin lips spread in a pleased smile.

Ciel didn’t notice how behind him the crowd was making way for the most beautiful man that nature bestowed upon this world. With a body of a Roman God clad in a tight leather and latex suit styled as a butler’s uniform, the stripper walked like a model on a catwalk toward his potential client. Ciel finally broke out of his thoughts when a gentle hand was placed upon his shoulder. He turned his head and lifted his gaze to look up at a pair of wine-red eyes. Briefly, he noted the heavy make-up that mainly consisted of black eye shadow, highlighter, and black and silver glitter. Not a word came from the boy and he didn’t even realize that he was holding his breath.

“My name is Sebastian.” The stripper introduced himself. “What might yours be, little lamb?” There was something mischievous in his voice when he called Ciel a ‘little lamb’.

“Ciel…” The boy answered absently. He still couldn’t take his gaze off of the beautiful devil.

“Mmm,” the man purred. “Sky, Heaven. That’s a beautiful name. No wonder you stand out in this godforsaken place.” He lifted a finger and brushed underneath Ciel’s chin. For a moment, Ciel looked down before looking back up into the man’s eyes. “It’s obvious you aren’t here because you like these kinds of places… So why don’t we go somewhere private and you can tell me all about what happened.”

Ciel didn’t know how the other man knew, but he slid off the stool and followed the tempter. His drink was left on the counter. It was bad anyway. Soon, they found themselves in a little round room with couches along the walls and a pole in the middle.

Sebastian pushed Ciel down to sit and crouched before him, his hands on the boy’s legs. “How about a little dance, honey?” He said as he took Ciel’s hands into his own and brought them to hold his cheeks.

“I don’t think I even have the money needed to pay for something like that…” The teen who became legal for a place like this not too long ago admitted.

“Not a problem.” The incubus of a man said as he rose to straddle the young one’s lap, bringing the boy’s hands to stroke down his sculpted chest and abdomen. “For a pretty little thing like you, I will do it for free. Just tell me what you want.” Sebastian knew there wouldn’t be a problem with a boy like this. He was too innocent to wish for something extreme.

Ciel pressed his lips together and averted his gaze for a moment, then looked up into the unblinking, waiting eyes of the man. “Make me forget…”

“What would you like to forget, pumpkin?” The devil purred.

“Everything.” Ciel whispered.

Sebastian smiled at the answer. “Your wish is my command, My Lord~” He leaned down and captured Ciel’s lips in the softest of kisses before catching the bottom lip between his teeth. He tugged on the tender flesh gently before it slipped from his hold. Then he stood up, Ciel’s hands sliding off of his body, and walked backwards until he turned to the pole.

At first he walked around it, keeping his gaze upon his young client, then crouched down and spread his legs. Ciel’s cheeks blushed a rosy pink. One wouldn’t be able to tell in the dim lighting of the room, but Sebastian noticed. The kind of athletic prowess and graceful movement that ensued later was absolutely seductive. Ciel didn’t think he could ever be seduced by a man, but here he was with an erection in his pants. The way the stripper looked at him also didn’t help his case.

Sebastian slowly and gracefully turned himself from his upside down position to stand on the floor and then strode toward the timid youngster. Ciel tried to avert his gaze but couldn’t look away at the same time. When Sebastian stopped right in front of him, Ciel looked up and swallowed softly. Sebastian moved on to his knees on the floor and sharply spread Ciel’s legs. Instantly, Ciel’s hands flew down to cover the tent in his pants. Sebastian’s eyes widened at the speed of the reaction which showed just how flustered and aware of himself and the situation his little prey was.

“Ah! S-sorry!” Ciel apologize with a bit of a tremble in his voice.

Sebastian chuckled lowly in amusement. “How innocent.” His hands slid up the inside of the other’s thighs before they came to Ciel’s hands and removed them off the ultimate prize. “This shall be my reward for my efforts.” Ciel’s blush deepened and his sapphire eyes widened when Sebastian undid his pants and took out his member. He was no bigger than average. Then again, his size corresponded to his small build and short height so Sebastian wasn’t disturbed in the slightest. He smiled in admiration at the beautiful penis. It looked just like a fruit leaking with juice, so he intended to eat it like one; gently.

Ciel gasped when he felt a kiss over the tip, the little member twitching in response. Then came the sensation of a wet, soft muscle running over his glans before circling it. Sebastian made good work of licking and kiss the cock all over before he would take it into his mouth. He planned to tease Ciel longer but when he saw that the boy was ready to burst, he decided there would be no place better for that seed other than his throat. So he engulfed the member in the wet heat that was his mouth and milked it for all that it was worth. The alcohol was certainly effecting Ciel and it didn’t take him too long to cum. Sebastian stilled when the boy burst into his mouth and swallowed down everything before pulling off, sucking the last bit from the tip of the member, and licking his lips. Ciel watched him, his eyes half lidded and shining with arousal. “Do you… Do this for everyone?” He spoke in a soft, a bit out-of-breath voice.

The question hurt the man a little, but it was expected so he didn’t even dwell on that. “No, little lamb. You are special.” He punctuated his words with a wink before tucking the boy in and fixing his pants. He then sat up beside Ciel and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. A big hand was placed on the side of Ciel’s head and the little male was made to lean a little against the older. “So, feel like talking about what made you so down?”

Ciel gazed absently at the floor. His eyes closed and he shook his head a little once. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

lemon juice

more snowbaz fluff 

summary: an internet challenge on YouTube and simon’s camera shy. involves lemons 

warnings: none

(btw it’s like midnight and im tired so if there’s grammar or spelling mistakes im sowwy)



I would curse the Internet if I had a wand.

I would curse it so it never sees the light of day ever again. There would be no selfies or YouTube because you can’t see anything in the dark. (obvs)

Well, I hope there would be no YouTube. Making videos is stupid. Making challenge videos is stupider. Especially the ones involving your mouth. 

Baz sits next to me as we prepare to begin to film. He gets up and check the lights and monitor one last time. Then, he sits back down and turns to me. “You ready?” he asks.

“I guess so,” I mumble, looking down. Laying in front of us on the bed are two lemons. One for each of us.  

“Hey,” he says softly, placing a finger under my chin. He lifts up my chin, and looks me straight in the eyes. “Everything’s fine. It’s only a challenge,” he laughs. 

“I know.”

“Okay then.” He leans in and pecks me on the lips. As he pulls away, he puts on a small smile. Then, he reaches over and presses Record on the camera. 

My stomach knots.

As he sits back down, he starts the introduction. “Hey guys! In case you’re new to my channel, I’m Baz. And this magnificent boy right here is Simon. He’s showing up as a special guest today because we have a little treat for you all! We’re doing the lemon challenge. Now, if you don’t know wh…”

I drown Baz out. I can’t concentrate on his words if I’m thinking about his face. He’s so energetic on camera and seems so kind to his audience. I wonder how he does it. Get on camera, record yourself for the world. If it were me, I’d be unraveling right now. But he keeps himself together. It’s impressive. 


“Huh?” I ask.

“Are you ready to start the challenge?”

“Oh, yeah,” I blush. This is why I don’t get in front of the camera. 

He bends over and picks up the lemons off camera. He hands one to me. ‘Thank you,’ I mouth. 

‘Your welcome,’ he mouths back. 

We both take our own cut up lemon and place it in front of our mouths. “Okay, remember,” Baz says to me. “The first one to flinch or take out their lemon has to fill the other’s requests for the rest of the day.


We both bite into our lemons. As my teeth sink slowly into the tart flesh, I try my best to keep a neutral face. I look over and see Baz struggling. He keeps on sinking h teeth in, but these lemons are fresh from the fridge. They’re cold.

And Baz’s fangs are temperature sensitive.

After what seems like forever, Baz’s face makes a tiny twitch. “Aha!” I yell. 

“What?” he asks as he takes out the lemon. 

“You flinched!”

“How could you tell?”

“I’ve got hawk eyes,” I smirk, smug.

“Okay, yeah. You’re right. You w-”

“I win!” I completely forgot the camera was there as strut out my victory dance around Baz. He sighs.

“Okay guys, I’ll see you next time.” He pushes out a smile as he stares at my ridiculous moves. “Bye.” He leans over and presses Stop on the camera. 

“so, how was it?” he asks.

“It was fine, I guess. I relaxed more as the video went on.”

“I figured you would. I’m very proud of you, Simon.”


“Yeah, but my question is… what’s my first servant task?”

I smile and pull him closer to me. I’m breathing on his very close lips.

 “Get me some cherry scones.” 

Then, I laugh and pull away.


Title: Strong

Pairings: Jimmy Darling x Female!Reader, Dandy Mott x Female!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol. Implied smut. Swearing. Possible season 4 spoilers. ANGST!! But happy ending

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Y/N could feel Jimmy’s brown, glossy eyes burning into the side of her head. She nervously picked at the hem of her dress, heart racing, pounding against her chest, her eyes - like Jimmy’s - glossy with tears, shining in the moonlight in the most tragic way. Her eyes flickered around the room, adrenaline was coursing through her veins in the worst way. Y/N frowned, forehead creasing slightly and head tilted to the side as she tried to focus her attention on Jimmy’s clustered caravan instead of the sincere silence that was almost deafening.

Y/N scrambled to her feet, wrapping the blanket around her bare body. She stumbled, legs sore and wobbly after the previous nights events, a night full of love and romance, lust and need. Her hair resembled a bird’s nest upon her hair, knotted and flying out of the braid it had been in.

Stirring from his slumber, Jimmy reached out for Y/N, her warmth absent, his figure effortlessly angelic and beautiful amongst the bundles of blankets and the odd strand of grass. Y/N could hear the camp just miles away, a faint chatter heard from where she was standing. She was tempted to leave Jimmy there, not wanting to wake him from his peaceful slumber. He looked so innocent when he was sleep - like he didn’t have a care in the world. His hair matted against his forehead - a few strands of grass found mixed in the mop -, the corner of his mouth tweaking up into a faint smile, his hand - exposed and for the world to see - draped across his stomach, twitching ever so slightly when the long grass brushed against his ankle. Y/N smiled, kneeling down to place a kiss on his head. 

The brisk April air nipped at her shoulders, reminder her she only adorned a blanket that was pathetically draped over her. She scrambled to collect her clothes and pull them on, by time she was done, Jimmy was sitting up, supporting his weight on his elbows, a dazed smile playing on his slightly bruised lips. 

“Good morning, sleepy-head.” Y/N smiled over her shoulder, pulling the strap of her dress onto her shoulder before twirling around. Jimmy collapsed back onto his back, elbows giving up under him as he released an exhausted sigh.

“Morning.” Jimmy grumbled, Y/N’s smile only grew - Jimmy had never been a morning person in all the years she had known him.

“Do you regret last night?” Y/N queried, raising an eyebrow. Admittedly, she would be hurt if he said yes, but she couldn’t not know, she couldn’t live not knowing if she was just like any of Jimmy’s other flings or she actually meant something. The previous night could be responsible for the end of their life-long friendship and Y/N couldn’t bare to have Jimmy not by her side. 

Jimmy’s brown eyes widened as he shook his head quickly, the stray grass strands flying out. He fumbled to his knees, perching himself below Y/N. His brown eyes once more blown with lust as he admired her pebbled, bare lower thigh. He licked his slightly chapped lips, leaning forward to place scatters of kisses upon the welcoming and soft flesh, the flesh Jimmy had previously nipped at, suckled and stroked as they made love under the stars. Y/N’s head lulled back on her shoulders, eyes fluttering shut. She didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to leave this moment when the pair of them were so hopelessly in love and without a care in the world.

“Do we have to go back?” Jimmy mumbled against her thighs, nuzzling his nose into the warm flesh. He inhaled, he could still smell himself on her skin and it drove him wild. His boxers tightened and he let out a breathless moan, teeth scraping against her thighs. 

“We must, Love, people will be wondering where we got to, especially your mother; she’ll chew my ear off for keeping you out all night long.” Y/N laughed, squeezing her thighs together slightly.

Jimmy groaned, hesitantly standing up, joints clicking in protest. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders bringing her into a warm embrace. Y/N’s hands fell on his back, making him hiss slightly, the scratches, - a reminder of how Y/N dug her blunt nails into his flesh whilst professing her love for him - red and raw.  Y/N apologised, smiling sheepishly up at him. 

Jimmy untangled himself from her, bending down and pulling up his trousers and pulling his shirt over his head, thankfully the love bites Y/N left behind were below the collar, not visible to anyone.

The two strolled back to camp, arms wrapped around one another, stumbling occasionally; drunk of each others company. 

Weeks had gone past and far too much had changed, Ethel was dead, Jimmy was a drunk and didn’t speak to Y/N anymore, and Y/N had found friendship and comfort in an unlikely person; Dandy Mott. 

Y/N smiled as Dandy strolled into camp, head held high - Y/N didn’t expect any less - she knew he wasn’t fond of Y/N’s fellow camp mates, frankly despised them. Dandy spotted her and waved, speeding up slightly - keeping his upper class strut nevertheless. He plopped down on the creaky bench beside Y/N, rolling his eyes when he noticed Jimmy stumble into camp; although he didn’t bother to inform Y/N.

“How have you been, Love?” Dandy asked, reaching out and rubbing his hand up and down Y/N’s bare arm, goosebumps rose from her skin as the chilled metal of the rings that adorned his fingers brushed against her skin. 

“Been feeling sick recently, Des got me an appointment at the local GP, thinks it could be seriously. ’m not too sure what it is, probably ate something dodgy.” Y/N explained.

The sight of Dandy touching Y/N sent a undeniable chill down Jimmy’s spine, his eyebrows knitted together as he glared at the pair. What was Y/N doing with someone like Dandy? A self-righteous, pretentious whiny person like Dandy. It confused Jimmy. Anger and jealousy bubbled inside Jimmy as he watched Dandy lean down and place a kiss on Y/N’s forehead, the way Jimmy had done in the past. He staggered forward, alcohol clouding his better judgement. He abruptly stopped in front of them, Y/N’s eyes flew up, an expression of pain and sadness washes over Y/N as she soaked in his state. Y/N was quick to her feet as was Dandy, who wrapped a protective arm around Y/N’s waist. Jimmy frowned, glaring down at his Dandy’s hand, did Y/N like Dandy because he wasn’t a freak like Jimmy?

“Take your hands off her.” Jimmy slurred, stepping forward and pointing his conjoined fingers into Dandy’s chest, making him stagger backwards before balancing. 

“Jimmy, please don’t. Dandy’s merely a friend, don’t cause a scene.” Y/N warned, placing a gentle hand on Jimmy’s bicep, however Jimmy was quick to shrug it off.

Jimmy frowned even more, he was a friend and look where they ended up, on a field, littered in love bites and scratches after a night of passion. 

“You’re the one causing a scene, basically throwing yourself onto him.”

Y/N frowned, that was most certainly not what happened. Perhaps it had appeared differently from Jimmy’s point of view, but Y/N knew herself and she knew she wouldn’t just throw herself at someone she didn’t love.

“Can you just stop? I was certainly not throwing myself at Dandy and Dandy, I think it’s best you leave.”

Dandy nodded, collecting himself and waving at Y/N before strolling off. Y/N looked back at Jimmy who groaned, rubbing his temples. 

“Go to bed, Jimmy.” Y/N demanded before walking off, leaving Jimmy to his own insecure thoughts.

Y/N sobbed into Eve’s shoulder, how could  this have happened? She was pregnant with a drunk’s baby, someone that she wasn’t even sure reciprocated the same feelings as she did him. She felt disgusting, Ethel had always told Y/N to settle down with a man who she loved, not someone she felt she needed to be with for money or whatever the need was. Yet here Y/N was, pregnant and single, the man she loved couldn’t possibly feel the same. Y/N was smart, she read books, saw couples, she knew what love was, and Jimmy did not seem to show the slightest ounce of love for her, apart from the night they made love, which was over three weeks before.

“Darling, it’ll be fine… Jimmy’ll come around, he’ll see. You wont have to worry about going through this alone, the whole camp loves and adores you, we’ll be by your side this whole time.” Des smiled, rubbing Y/N’s back as she hiccuped and choked on sobs. “Us women are strong, Darling, we don’t need no man to raise a baby.”

“But I love him, I’m not like you, I’m not strong; I need him like a heart needs a beat.” Y/N blubbered.

“Then tell him, Love. That’s the best thing to do.” Eve smiled sympathetically down at the girl.

Y/N inhaled, finally gaining the courage to steal a glance at Jimmy who was lost in his own thoughts.

“Please, Jimmy, say something - anything.” Y/N begged, eyes fluttering shut. Her hand placed protectively over her non-existent baby bump. “I’m having your baby, please, I need you to say something.”

“I don’t know what to say.” Jimmy admitted. “You’re having my baby…”

Y/N nodded, trying to persuade both Jimmy and herself, it didn’t seem real; like any second she’d wake up and be in her own bed, she would’ve never had sex with Jimmy, Ethel would still be alive and things would’ve been… normal

“Are you sure you even want me to be the dad? Wouldn’t you prefer Dandy to be the father? I didn’t even have a father myself, at least Dandy could give you a nice house, buy toys and clothes for the baby. I can’t even afford a milkshake at the diner.” Jimmy frowned, his insecurities getting the best of him. If only he knew. “What if the baby’s born with my hands?”

Y/N shook her head. “Then I’ll love them as much as I love you, Jimmy, probably even more. I don’t want Dandy, I want you, I’ve always wanted you. I’ve wanted you since we were twelve, Jimbo.” Y/N confessed, watching as the tears streamed down Jimmy’s flushed cheeks.

“You want me?” Jimmy questioned, not believing it. The words were something he had imagined a hundred or more times, dreamed about, but something he couldn’t believe someone - someone as beautiful and caring as Y/N - was saying. 

“I want you.” Y/N confirmed. “And I want this baby. I want you to raise our baby with me. I want you to teach them how to ride a bike, how to kick a ball. I wouldn’t want anything else.”

Jimmy nodded, not trusting his voice not to falter and break. He pulled Y/N onto his lap, a small tearful laugh escaped her as she wrapped her arms around him. The pair holding one another impossibly close, scared that this was all a dream. But it wasn’t, it was very real indeed. The love of Jimmy’s life loved him back, entirely, and was having his baby. The love of Y/N’s life wanted to be with her too, to raise their child in a welcoming and kind family. 

Stockholm Syndrome;

Stockholm syndrome: feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim towards a captor.

Genre: Abduction AU

Word Count: 3.7k

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader x Namjoon

A/N: I’m finnaly done with exams so i’ll be able to post more regulary during this next two weeks^^

Summary: In a life of luxury it’s hard to find fault, nothing could go wrong, at least that’s what you thought. Models have stalkers, it’s common but what if that one specific stalker begins to act on his obsession? All Hoseok ever wanted was your picture but now he wants so much more, he wants you, all to himself. 

>> Part.1 | Part.2 <<

“Excuse me, Miss.Y/L/N?” there was a tap on your shoulder, and when you turned around you found a dark haired male before you, “-You dropped your phone” he extends his palm out with your phone in hand.

“Oh my gosh… thank you so much” you never even realised you dropped it to begin with but luckily he found it, “You’re a lifesaver” you thank him again, about to walk away when he speaks up, this time asking you if he could get a picture.

“Sure,” you say with a bright smile, posing for one or two shots before you bid him goodbye but just like before he speaks up causing you to turn around once again,

“You’re really beautiful,” he says whilst looking at what must be your picture, “Thank you” you blush slightly because you found him kinda cute for a photographer “No really-” he continues with his set of commentary “–No wonder you’re a model… your smile is really-”

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My teeth were made for tearing flesh,
Not biting my tongue
When you feel I’ve said enough.
I’m not your princess,
I could tear you limb from limb
With the words you taught me to keep to myself.
Get ready to hear me scream baby,
Because I made friends with the dragon you shoved down my throat,
And I’m coming to make your ears bleed.
—  I Cut Both Your Hands Off And Now There’s Nothing Covering My Mouth
No School like the Old School

Original Imagine: Imagine Dean finding your old (and incredibly small) school dress and asking you to put it on for him.
Author: deansdickberrypie
Reader Gender: female
Word Count: 1,572
Warnings: surprisingly not much cussing and not
totally like the imagine displayed above, but similar

Little opening summary: Reader finds out that her parents placed some belongings into storage before the house fire that happened many years ago and instantly goes to storage unit to gather her remaining belongings and memories of her childhood)

Admin Clara note: Remind me not to challenge you to do something awful lol.

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This Kid - Brett Talbot Imagine

Request: Hi! So I don’t know if you’ll take it, but would you be willing to write a Brett Talbot imagine? Something where maybe his girlfriend is from Beacon Hills, and she gets hurt during one of the attacks by some monster. He has a freak out, but she ends up being fine. And maybe she’s a little older than him too, so sometimes, she teasingly calls him kid? Like when he’s about to hit Stiles or something?

Also a note to my followers, you should all go check out Arin’s Teen Wolf blog pupsofthepack because her writing is amazing and so is she!!

“You really shouldn’t be here Arin.” Scott gave you a questioning look, holding a branch out of the way for you pass through then letting it go to snap back into place.

“Dude!” From behind the two of you Stiles began to spit out leaves and rub his face, “Such a gentleman aren’t you.”

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