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One Word

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Tags: Smut, slight daddy kink, slight dirty talk

Words: 1639

Note: Shameless smut, pretty much Porn Without Plot.

Originally posted by hunterchesters

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Stormy Nights (Bucky Barnes x Reader One-Shot)

A/N: I’ve been posting too much today, but i’m in such a writing mood, I can’t stop!!! This was requested, and it’s my first smut writing, so please keep that in mind!! Enjoy :)

Word Count: 1,302

WARNINGS: NSFW, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy, kiddos!), oral (female receiving), 18+ ONLY

Anonymous asked: smutttty, maybe theres a storm and they end up having to stay in and then one thing leads to the other

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WARNING - Contains spoilers for the game

On the topic of simplicity in Hollow Knight

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Release and Relief (Part 2 of 2)

Summary: Dean and Rowena have an arrangement that gives them both what they need.

Part 1

Warning: dom!Rowena, sub!Dean, being restrained during sex, rimming and pegging, rough sex

Word Count: 2300

A/N: I got an ask about Dean x Rowena and had never really thought about them before. I was instantly inspired to write them, and this happened. It ended up being long enough for me to break it into two parts. Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO

His turn to get fucked.

Fuck, yes.

Dean nods enthusiastically, not caring if he seems pathetic or desperate or strung out. He probably is all of those things, and that’s the beauty of it. He’s allowed to be those things here, isn’t he?

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moments unforgettable...

Just a little Saturday morning smutlet…happy weekend!

She’s humming to herself as she scrubs at the remnants of cinnamon stuck in the depths of her mug and doesn’t hear him approach from behind, his bare feet making little sound on the hardwood as he cages her in with his arms. He chuckles at her flinch and she flicks the water from her fingers over her shoulder in retaliation.

“Sorry, love, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Yes you did.”

He doesn’t respond, instead seeking the soft skin behind her ear with his slightly wet nose, his lips pressing a smile along her neck when he feels her responsive shiver.

“I was getting lonely.”

“I’ve only been over here for a few minutes…”

Who is she kidding? The way their lives are, a few minutes might be all they have before someone comes crashing through their door with a problem that just must be solved.

The grumble he mumbles against her skin sounds like an agreement to her unspoken thought.

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Study Buddies

Pairing: G-Dragon x You Theme: SMUT Word Count: 1853

A paperball hits you in the side of the cheek and you roll your eyes. Seriously? We are fucking college students for crying outloud. You pick it up off of the desk with a sigh. As your economics teacher drones on and on about monopolies and societal revenue, you quickly and stealthily open up the wadded piece of paper. 

“Pssssst Y/N, I need your help studying! I know the test is tomorrow and I can’t fail it! Pllleeeeaaasssseeeee noona?! -Call Me Mr. Fuckin’ G.O.D." 

You roll your eyes, not at the request, but at how he signed the letter. You smooth out the paper and grab your pencil. 

"Ji-Yong Hyung,  1. I am not your noona… You are literally a whole year older than me.  2. Of course I’ll help you study, but you’ll owe me! ;P 3. If I call you anything it’ll be dipshit… -You’re Dongsaeng.”

You gently fold up the paper into a neat little square and hand it to your neighbor. 

“Pass it to Ji-Yong.” You mouth at them. They nod and pass the message until Ji-Yong is holding the note in his hands. 

He opens the letter with little to no discretion, causing you to fight the urge to face palm. He smiles happily to himself and rolls his eyes before grabbing his pencil to reply. A few minutes later the once again balled up piece of paper is laying on your desk again. 

“Dongsaeng, is calling your Oppa a dipshit respectful… Maybe you’ll tutor me in the ways of economics and I’ll tutor you in the ways of mannerisms. I’ll walk home with you mkay? xx- Oppa" 

You bite back a light grin and when the teacher isn’t looking, turn around and flip him off. He glares at you and you stifle a giggle. 

Later that afternoon as the bell rings once more signalling the end of the day, You walk through the crowded halls quickly. You finally make it to your locker. you unlock it and shove the text books you don’t need inside the small rectangular metal box. As you are shutting your locker you look to the right and then to left. This is when you see Ji-Yong leaning up against the locker beside yours.

"Hey there sweet cheeks.” He says cheekily. 

You roll your eyes and turn towards the exit. You begin walking, with your backpack over your shoulders and Ji-Yong  beside you. Once outside of the large college he links his hand with yours.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You ask him incredulously, a dark blush flowing over your cheeks.

“Shut up dongsaeng. I’m only holding your hand. You wont die.” he replies slightly annoyed.  

“It’s just weird! Since when do we hold hands?” You question.

“Hush, I just wanted to hold your hand, but if you’re gonna whine about it then never mind.” He says sounding more embarassed than annoyed now.

“N-no… It’s fine. I was just surprised is all.” Your blush grows darker.

By the time that the two of you reach your home he is swinging your hands back and forth cutely and your chattering is nonstop. Once inside you both kick off your shoes and drop your bags by the door.

“Snack first?” You ask, making your way towards the kitchen. You two had been friends since you could barely walk and so this obviously wasn’t his first time in your home. Before you could make it more than a few steps away he grabs your wrist and pulls you back. You yelp as you stumble back towards him. He chuckles and pins you up against the door.      

“Is everything okay down there Y/N?” A masculine voice calls out from upstairs. Both you and Ji-Yong freeze. 

“Sorry Mr. Y/L/N! I accidentally bumped into her and scared her!” Ji-Yong calls out. 

“Ji-Yong is that you? It’s been a while!” The voice calls out again. 

“Yes sir it has been a very long time,” he begins shooting you a look that gave you chills, “Y/N invited me over to study for our big economics test tomorrow!" 

"Oh that was a great idea on your part honey!” your father calls out to you this time. 

“Yes sir, he is pretty good at the subject and I figured it would be v-very b-beneficial to m-me.” You stutter out as Ji-Yong licks up the side of your neck before beginning to suck on it. 

“Well I’ll leave you two be! I have a big presentation tomorrow so I’ll be up here in my office working on that! Knock if you need me!”

“Will do sir!.” Ji-Yong responds all the while looking at you with a smirk. You both here the door to your father’s office close and you look at GD incredulously. 

“What are you doing?” You whisper harshly. 

“You asked if I wanted a snack.” He replies with a shrug looking you up and down hungrily, “I figured I’d help myself to what your parents made.”

“Ji-Yong, n-no." 

"When you tell me to stop I will, but for now…” He trails off as his mouth returns to your neck. 

“Ji-Yong, s-seriously. My d-dad is l-literally right up the stairs.” You say biting back moans. 

“But your daddy is right here.” he replies with a cocky smirk, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around him. 

You protest in harsh whispers as he walks you to the kitchen and sits you down on the table. 

“Oh hush Y/N.” he says darkly, spreading your legs. 

You push down the hem of your skirt to cover your crotch. He chuckles before grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling it back. It hurts a little, but it turns you on more. His hot breath fans over your ear. 

“Y/N I’m going to count to three. You better have your skirt lifted up and your hands above your head by the time I’m finished counting. If you don’t this will be a lot harder for you." 

He lets go of your hair and squats down until he is eye level with your crotch. All the while counting slowly to three. His voice has never seemed so sexy to you. You proceed to lift your skirt and raise your hands obediently. He smirks up at you as he hooks his fingers into either side of your panties and gently moves them down your thighs, then down your calves, and onto the floor. You are looking down at him nervously, as he pulls your hips to the edge of the table, his mouth centimeters from your heat. He gently kisses your clit and you shudder. He smiles and proceeds to lick it. You gasp loudly and he looks up at you. 

"You’re father is upstairs.” he reminds you before licking your clit once more. 

You bite your bottom lip and drop your hands to Ji-Yong’s hair. After assaulting your clit numerous times he surprises you by dipping his tongue into your dripping hole. You open your mouth, but no sound comes out, just an face expressing extremely pleasure. 

“You’re so tight Y/N and this is just my tongue. I can only imagine what you’d feel like around my fingers… Or better yet my cock.”

“I-I wouldn’t mind finding out Ji-Yong Oppa…”

He sticks his tongue back inside of you and hums lightly before pulling it out again to look up at you. 

“You’re still a virgin aren’t you Y/N?”

You look away embarrassed by the obvious fact. He chuckles, “Let’s change that." 

You look at him wide eyed as he stands up and unzips his pants quickly. You try to look everywhere but at his obvious erection. 

"You’re so wet I should be able to just slide in. I’ll be gentle with you Y/N, don’t worry.” He looks at you, but this time you see a lot of love in his dark eyes, not cockiness. 

You nod lightly, a dark blush painting your cheeks. He pulls down his boxers and you finally give up on trying not to look at his erection. 

“My eyes are up here ya know?” He questions jokingly, cupping your chin in his hand and lifting your head. He stares deep into your eyes before kissing you lightly. You are the one who deepens the kiss, with a cross between passion and aggression. He raises his eyebrow in a shocked way, but doesn’t protest. As your kiss continues to heat up, you feel his tip brush against your core and you moan into his mouth. He slowly pushes his tip into, while lifting you lightly off the table. He slowly pushes his entire length into you and you tear up. You bite his lip harshly. He groans both at the bite and how tight you are around him. 

“F-fuck Y/N.” he groans out quietly. 

“P-please move Ji-Yong Oppa.” you mumble.

He nods, pulling out and pushing back in. With just the first thrust you are already weak. He is surprisingly vocal; whispering out profanity and a slur of compliments to you. Eventually, his thrusts get faster and his grip on your hips gets tighter. You begin to meet his upward thrusts with downward grinds and when he hits your spot you connect your lips with his harshly. This quieted your moans significantly. 

“O-oppa, I th-think I’m g-gonna… Ahh.” you moan out and he smirks thrusting harder and faster. 

“Do it baby girl. Cum around my dick.” he groans into your ear. 

Right after he says these words you do and he groans. He tries to hold his orgasm in order to let you ride out your high, but he can’t hold it for long and cums. Some inside of you and some on your stomach. You are both panting and sweating. He chuckles and so do you. 

“I never thought you’d be my first.” you say inbetween heavy breaths. 

He smiles widely, “Can I be your last too? And every time in between?”

“Are you asking me out you asshole?”

“Is that a yes loser?”

“Well no shit!” you say as he sets you back down on the table. 

As you try to stand up, you stumble forward and he catches you. 

“So, what you’re saying is I have to carry your fat ass?" 

"Shut the fuck up! You didn’t have a problem holding me up just a few seconds ago!”

He laughs as he pulls his pants and underwear back up. He rolls his eyes and picks up your underwear from the floor and then you. He lugs you over his shoulder and you yelp. 

“TO THE BATHROOM WE GO!” he calls out loudly. 

“Did you kids say something?” Your father calls out from up the stairs. 

You tense up and Ji-Yong answers, “Sorry I yelled in victory. I won our little economics game review!”

“Oh okay! Well, congratulations!” your father calls out once more and then the door is heard closing once more. 

“Nice save douche-bag.”

“Don’t make me drop your ass.” he replies.

You both laugh as he carries you to the bathroom and helps you clean up. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From my Wattpad! COMING SOON: Requested jealous Taehyung SMUT Requested Jhope and fireworks SMUT -Daddy
Without A Trace Part 3

Originally posted by nevermindtheb0ll0cks

A/N: This is going up later than I wanted it to because of technical issues with my Wifi, but here is part three. The is much fluffier toward the end than the last two parts, and there is one possibly two more parts of this story to come. Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Discussion of slightly gruesome injury (nothing too descriptive, mention of rape) 

Rating: T

Word Count: 3k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Sirens blazing, the team drove like bats out hell toward the two locations. Hotch was practically white-knuckling the steering wheel as he drove much faster than the posted speed limit.

“Hotch, are we doing a quiet entry or guns blazing?” Prentis asked.

“Soft entry,” he replied. “If we come in too strong, we don’t know what he’s gonna do. He could kill her off and run.” Coming up to the property, the three agents dove out of the car, SWAT team following close behind, and ran toward the entry. “His car is here. Prentis, get Rossi on the phone and turn them around,” Aaron muttered, as SWAT opened the door with a crowbar. Hotch and Morgan were the first inside, moving as quietly as they could through the house to clear it. “Morgan. Basement door,” Aaron whispered, nodding his head toward the door behind him. A muffled scream rang through the house, as Morgan tried to open the door only to discover it was locked. “We don’t have time for this,” Hotch grumbled and kicked the door in. They both rushed down the stairs, Prentis following close behind.


You heard something smash upstairs. You cried, silently praying for a miracle, and bit down on the rag in your mouth as he dug the scalpel into your skin, running it down your back for the seventh time. You were in so much pain, you were almost ready to give up. You felt so weak and tired. “Daniel Owens, FBI drop the knife,” Hotch growled. Owens seemed to pay absolutely no attention, as Hotch, Morgan, and Prentis came into the room.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset with me,” he muttered absentmindedly, still holding the scalpel right next to your throat. “I was just teaching your lovely agent here some manners and breaking her in.”

“You need to drop that weapon now, or you’re not walking out of here alive,” Prentis snarled.

“Is that a fact?”

“Look man, we do not want to shoot you,” Derek snapped.

“Now see, I don’t really think that’s true,” he sneered, moving the scalpel downward and thrust it forward. Aaron fired off two rounds, both striking Owens in the chest, but not before he’d managed to bury the scalpel in your side. You cried out in pain and Owens crumpled down on top of you. Hotch quickly holstered his weapon and immediately started undoing your restraints, starting with the gag.

“Get him off me,” you sobbed as Morgan hauled the dead man off of you and onto the cold ground.

“I need a medic down her now,” Prentis said as she knelt down to inspect the wound. “I need something to put pressure on this with,” she muttered fanatically looking around for a clean rag or towel.

“Here,” Morgan grunted, tearing off his bullet proof vest, yanking his t-shirt, and handing it to her. “Use that,” he told her and quickly went to work on freeing your feet. As soon as Hotch had managed to free your wrists, you threw your arms around Aaron and sobbed into his stomach.

“Sh, sh, (Y/N), it’s alright,” he said trying to comfort you and smoothed a hand over your hair. You shifted around and started trying to dislodge Prentis’ hands to pull the scalpel out of your side.

“No, no, mama, you gotta sit still and leave it there,” Derek told you as he finally freed your legs. Two paramedics rushed in and started checking you over. You squeezed Hotch tighter as the started touching your back and side.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you,” he whispered. One of the paramedics had Prentis move her hands so he could look at the stab wound.

“She’s bleeding out. C’mon we’ve got to get her to the hospital and into surgery ASAP,” he muttered as they set up the stretcher. “Ma’am I need you to keep pressure on that,” he told Prentis who immediately put her hands back on your side.

“What’s wrong?” Hotch demanded, facing paling slightly.

“The tip of the scalpel has nicked an internal organ which is causing her to bleed out and most likely there is some internal bleeding as well. I need you to help us get her on the stretcher and then keep her awake,” the paramedic explained. Hotch unwound your arms from his middle despite your cries of protest and gripped your shoulders. Morgan grabbed your legs and the paramedics slid under your stomach. The four of them lifted you swiftly onto the stretcher. You immediately grabbed onto Hotch’s hand again, still quietly sobbing. Morgan grabbed one end with the paramedic, and the other paramedic took over keeping the pressure on the wound from Emily. Hotch jogged beside the stretcher was they quickly made their way up the stairs.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N), look at me. C’mon keep your eyes open,” Aaron pleaded with you as your eyes started fluttering shut.

“I’m trying, but I’m so tired,” you cried quietly. The rest of the team was standing outside as they carried you out to the ambulance. You felt the world spinning around you as you faded in and out. They loaded you into the ambulance and you pried your eyes back open. “Please don’t leave me,” you pleaded with Hotch, through teary eyes. Aaron looked at the paramedics who nodded in approval.

“I won’t leave you if you won’t leave me,” he promised and climbed in the ambulance beside you, re-clasping your hand in his.

“We’ll meet you at the hospital,” Rossi shouted as they closed the doors and sped off toward the hospital. The paramedics worked quickly, disinfecting the wounds on your back and trying to slow the bleeding from your side. The stinging of the alcohol against your open wounds was actually helping keep you awake, and you squeezed Hotch’s hand tighter.

“Aaron,” you muttered.

“What do you need?” he asked automatically.

“Talk to me.”

“About what?”

“Anything,” you pleaded, squeezing his hand again as a large burst of pain rushed through you.

“Uh, well,” he mumbled, “Remember when the whole team had a picnic out in the park during one of the mandatory team building exercises that the Bureau makes us participate in? even though if we’re being honest there is no team more in tune to each others’ needs than ours.”

“Yeah, and you brought Jack,” you said, trying to smile despite the pain.

“Yup, and we all had sandwiches and cookies. Then we decided to play soccer. It was you, Morgan, Reid, and Penelope versus Rossi, Jack, Prentis, JJ, and me. Which was hardly fair because you had two of the least athletic member of the team.”

“But we also had Derek, which made up for it,” you replied, starting to feel drowsy again.

“True, and we were playing with a five-year-old.”

“A very talented five-year-old,” you mumbled eyes falling shut.

“Hey, eyes open c’mon visualize with me,” Hotch begged, “Remember, you and Morgan were pretty much carrying your whole team, but the two of you let Jack score a few times anyways? He had so much fun that day.”

“You looked like you were having fun too. It’s nice to see you smile. We all should do that again sometime,” you muttered before your head fell down against the pillow.

“No, no, no, c’mon wake back up,” Hotch pleaded, shaking your shoulder slightly as you pulled up to the ambulance dock. A team of medics rushed out and took you away behind the doors that said: “Medical Personnel Only” leaving Aaron standing in front of the doors face almost sheet white. The team arrived a few minutes later and found Hotch in the surgery waiting area.

“What’s going on?” Rossi asked, sitting down beside him.

“I don’t know. They said that the scalpel had nicked some internal organ and that there might be internal bleeding. She passed out in the ambulance and they took her back about seven minutes ago,” he muttered in reply and put his face back in his hands.

“I’m going to go see if I can find one of the nurses and get some information,” JJ said, wandering off because she couldn’t just sit there. Reid and Prentis wandered off in search of a vending machine knowing that it was going to be a long couple of hours. And indeed they were. Hotch alternated between pacing and sitting in the chair moping, while Morgan leaned against the wall and talked to Garcia, who wanted updates practically every second. Emily and JJ gave some half-hearted attempts at girl talk, but it felt so wrong without you being there to join in they ultimately fell into a tense silence holding hands. Reid and Rossi played chess, though neither seemed to have their hearts in it as they periodically looked over their shoulders to see if any doctors had come through the doors since the last time they had looked. About five hours later, a physician finally came through the doors into the waiting area.

“For, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” he asked. The whole team stood up and gathered round. “My name is Doctor David Smith, I’ll be monitoring and looking after her for the rest of (Y/N)’s stay here.”

“How is she?” Hotch inquired.

“Very lucky to be alive,” the doctor replied. “She had three fractured ribs, a dislocated shoulder, a series of burns varying in type, seven long slashed down her back, and of course the stab wound to the left side of her abdomen. The scalpel punctured her kidney which is what caused the internal bleeding that we thought was there but that turned out to be very minor. She’s banged up and lost a lot of blood, but she’s going to be alright.”

“Can we see her?” Reid asked.

“(Y/N)’s just been moved to a regular room from recovery. She should wake up soon. I’ll have one of the nurses show you the way to her room,” he said and walked over to the nurse’s station to pick up more charts. The team sighed in relief once it was confided you would physically recover. Hotch walked over to the doctor.

“One final question,” he muttered, trying to keep his voice low so the team wouldn’t hear. “The man who did this to her was known to sexually assault his victims as well and-”

“And you want to know if I found evidence of that,” the doctor finished for him. Aaron nodded. The doctor glanced over Hotch’s shoulder at the team who were staring at them intently, before nodding. Aaron grimaced and thanked the doctor for taking care of you before walking back over to the team. 

“What was that about?” Emily asked hesitantly.

“Just asked whether or not she was going to need to be released to someone’s care when she gets out of here,” Aaron replied trying to keep his face stoic and not give anything away.

“Miss (Y/L/N)’s room is down this way if you’ll follow me,” one of the nurses said and the team proceeded to follow her down the long hallway. Rossi hung back slightly to talk to Hotch who was lagging behind the group.

“So what did you actually ask?” he inquired quietly. Aaron pressed his lips together and flicked his eyes over to the team. “Aaron, they already know you weren’t telling them the truth. They just don’t know why.”

“When the doctor listed off the injuries (Y/N) sustained, you should’ve noticed that there was something from Owen’s ritual that was missing. I just confirmed its presence because the doctor neglected to include it,” Hotch muttered in reply. Rossi sighed and shook his head sadly.

“She’s been through a lot and needs her rest, so don’t rile her up too much. She should be waking up any minute,” the nurse explained showing them to your room. The team filed into the room quietly and took in your sleeping form. The bandages wrapped around your torso and chest were peaking out from under your hospital gown, a variety of different sized bandages covered the cuts and scrapes on your arms, and you had a nasty cut on your cheek. Aaron sat down in the chair beside your bed and took your hand in is, smoothing his thumb over the back. The team watched him closely but chose not to say anything, just wordlessly took their spots around the room. You started to open your eyes about five minutes later. You cracked your eyes open slightly and immediately shut them again. All you saw was bright white light and you were so sore. You cautiously opened your eyes and looked around. Relief rushed through you when you saw the team and realized you were in a hospital.

“Well, well, well sleeping beauty welcome back to the land of the awake,” Derek chuckled placing a hand on your shin. You rolled your eyes at him.

“How are you feeling? Do you need something?” Aaron asked leaning toward you slightly. You raise your hand to your throat and mouthed “water”. JJ quickly grabbed your glass off of of your table and placed the straw at your lips. You sucked down have of the glass before you took the glass from her and set it back down.

“Thank you,” you mumbled graciously.

“Glad to have you back (Y/N),” Emily said sitting on the edge of your hospital bed by your legs.

“Glad to be back,” you replied, smiling at her. “What happened?”

“How much do you remember?” Hotch asked.

“Um, I remember the three of you coming in and someone shooting him after he stabbed me in the side, but the rest is kinda hazy. I know that I ended up in an ambulance and you were there but that’s it” you said, looking over at him. “Oh, I also remember that Morgan whipped off his shirt so Prentis would have something to hold against my bloody side and then walked around the rest of the time half naked, so sorry for ruining your shirt,” you giggled.

“It’s ok mama, they have those in stores and they are easily replaced. Plus you know I look good so all the ladies got a treat,” he joked, waggling his eyebrows at you.

“Well, I’ll buy you a new shirt when we get home,” you laughed, wincing slightly as your laughing aggravated your side. “So, what did they have to do to fix me up?”

“You lost a lot of blood. The scalpel punctured you kidney so you had to have emergency surgery,” Reid told you.

“Well, that makes sense,” you said and swatted Morgan and Reid’s hands away from your Jello. “Did they say when I could fly so we could go home?”

“The doctor didn’t-”

“Knock knock,” Dr. Smith said as he walked into the room. “Well, Miss (Y/L/N) it’s nice to meet you and good that you’re awake.”

“Nice to meet you too, and it’s good to be conscious again. I find that’s when I do most of my best work,” you chirped. Everyone chuckled at your comment, grateful that your sense of humor hadn’t been affected. Hotch rolled his eyes at you, squeezed your hand.

“Well, I’m sure that’s true. You’re very lucky to be alive, (Y/N) I’m sure you know that.”

“Yeah. When can I go home? I just really want to get back to Quantico and forget this ever happened,” you sighed leaning back to rest your head against your pillow.

“Well, considering you did just have emergency surgery I’m going to have to keep you at least overnight. If you’re doing well enough in the morning, we can maybe talk about letting you go; however, due to the nature of your injuries, I’m going to have to release you into someone’s care for the next two and a half weeks until your stitches dissolve and wounds close up,” he explained.

“Great,” you muttered closing your eyes. You had absolutely no one to take care of you once you got home. You parents lived in Maine, and both of your siblings lived out of state one in Louisiana and the other in Oklahoma.

“Now, I know you all want to stay but visiting hours are coming to a close and we only allow one overnight visitor that isn’t blood-related, so I’m going to have to ask you all to wrap this up. (Y/N) needs her rest,” Dr. Smith said and walked out.

“Be free my friends,” you giggled, as JJ leaned forward to hug you.

“So glad you’re ok,” she whispered.

“Me too,” you replied smiling.

“Call if you need anything, Mia Bella. The hotel is only five minutes away and we’d drop anything for you,” Rossi told you and kissed your forehead. You laughed at his silly nickname for you, especially since it meant “my beautiful” and you felt everything but beautiful at this point in time. The rest of the team said their goodbyes and walked outside. Morgan made you promise to call Penelope in the morning. You pressed your head against your pillow and closed your eyes, but the door opening again drew your attention.

“Aaron? What are you doing? I thought the team left,” you said, slowly sitting up.

“I sent Rossi to go get my go bag, I was planning on staying the night here if you don’t mind,” he explained dropping down in the chair beside you again.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“And if I want to?”

“If you’re sure, then that’s fine with me. Not sure how much company I’ll be since I’m already feeling pretty drowsy,” you said, smiling shyly at him.

“That’s fine. You need your rest,” he replied, closing his hand around yours again. You glanced down at your hands and blushed slightly. “(Y/N), I want to apologize for what happened earlier.”

“Aaron, there’s no need for that. You were just doing your job and trying to keep me safe. Clearly, I should’ve listened to you,” you muttered squeezing his hand.

“No, I should’ve gone about it differently. Sometimes I let my feelings cloud my judgment when I’m making important decisions.”

“Feelings?” you asked, eyes flicking up to his. Hotch went rigid and was trying to figure out how to backtrack, furious with himself for letting that last part slip. You didn’t need to be talking about that right now.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“No, don’t do that,” you protested. “We get so close to talking about the fact that both of us have been dancing around each other since I joined the team and I need to spill my guts about really being into you or else I’m going to go insane and take the rest of the team with me because they all know, well everyone but you apparently. Now I’m rambling and I can’t stop myself so I’ll-” you were cut off mid rant when Aaron pressed his lips against yours. You practically melted, feeling the warm fuzzy all over, kissed him back. Hotch pulled back slowly, studying your face to gage your reaction. “Wow,” you sighed happily, leaning back against your pillow and closed your eyes. “If this a dream and I’ve fallen asleep on my desk back at Quantico, no one pinch me because I never want to wake up,” you mumbled. Hotch laughed at you and smoothed a hand over your hair.

“It’s not a dream I promise, just a good end to a horrible day,” he replied and kissed your forehead. “Get some sleep. We’ll talk about everything later.”  

“Promise?” you asked cracking one eye open.

“Promise,” he chuckled, pressing his lips against the back of your hand as you slowly drifted off to sleep. Hotch smiled and laid his head down on his arms which were resting on the hospital bed still holding your hand.  

Prisoner (20 Different Pairings #4- Crowley x Reader)

Summary- You can’t sleep, so you decide to have some fun with the prisoner being held in the bunker dungeon.

Word Count: 1900

Warning: smut, dom/sub,

A/N: This is my VERY FIRST Crowley smut, so I really hope you enjoy! XOXO

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Addictively Forbidden

Addictively Forbidden

Summary: It’s forbidden but so tempting and really who could resist.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Characters: Sam, Dean,

Setting: season 11

Rating: M, (here be smut no one under 18 please), NSFW

Warnings: smut, (first time writing Sam smut so I’m very sorry if it’s crap.)

Word count: 2,335 (with lyrics)

Notes: This request has been sitting in my inbox for a long while sadly, I’m so bad at this. At first I couldn’t think of what to do besides PWP, aka all smut. But then @thing-you-do-with-that-thing brought forth her #Kari’s favorite things challenge and boom baby an idea came to me. I do hope everyone enjoys.

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Forever: @winters-buck @angryschnauzer @marvel-lucy@aquabrie @fandommaniacx @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @supernaturallymarvellous @feelmyroarrrr

Supernatural: @smoothdogsgirl@aprofoundbondwithdean @ruprecht0420

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BNHA: Yesterday Upon The Stair, 22/?

Title: Yesterday Upon The Stair

Summary: Midoriya Izuku has always been written off as weird. As if it’s not bad enough to be the quirkless weakling, he has to be the weird quirkless weakling on top of it.

But truthfully, the “weird” part is the only part that’s accurate. He’s determined not to be a weakling, and in spite of what it says on paper, he’s not actually quirkless. Even before meeting All-Might and taking on the power of One For All, Izuku isn’t quirkless.

Not that anyone would believe it if he told them.

(Sixth Sense AU)

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Imagine giving Jon a gift before he leaves to join the Night’s Watch...

Until Next Time

Jon Snow is the only real friend I have here in Winterfell. Everyone else tends to ignore me because of what my parents did. Not too long ago my parents and the Stark family were good friends, however my parents got some news they could not keep to themselves and they willingly decided they should share it. 
But they were caught. One of Lord Stark’s associates was the person given the information and he turned my mother and father in; the next day they were flogged for their treason. Jon was the only person who didn’t see me for anything different. He didn’t see me for my parents crime, just the way I don’t see him as a bastard boy.

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You Make Me So Mad

Vinny Mauro x reader

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: I hate myself because I’m terrible at drabbles.

“You make me so mad!” You hiss, feeling Vinny’s fingers wrap around your wrists as he shoves you back into the wall, his body pressing against yours as his lips land on your neck. “You’re so arrogant!”

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Chapter 17 - What Happens In Vegas?

A Richonne FanFic Series

Previously: Read Chapter 16 - Here.

A/N: Hello Lovelies! Are you all still with me? I hope so! I am sorry about such the long wait! I’ll try to do betta!

Chapter 17

They’re both morning people. Earlier risers. Even with the late-night love making they indulge in, Michonne felt the remnants of sleep leave her as Rick pressed his body against hers. He places soft kisses on her neck, then her shoulder before pulling her closer to him. Against the curve of her ass, Michonne can feel his morning glory. She smiles lazily at the thought of another round of love making before they start with their day.

She pulls her eyes open and chances a glance at the digital clock, the time reads 6:14am. It is the big day. Friday. The day she’ll meet Rick’s son and daughter, Carl and Judith. Apprehension and excitement wrestles within her belly at the thought. Rick wants to be at his mother’s house no later than noon, meaning they had to leave Kings County by nine, no later than 9:30.

Rick places another kiss on her shoulder while Michonne calculates how long it will take to ride him until they both succumb to white hot bliss, take an hour power nap, before showering and leaving for the road. She glances at the clock again, it is 6:16am; she surmises they have plenty of time.

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Trouble-Namjoon Smut

Info: More payback smut because you literally asked for it you little fucker! I hope this wrecks you, I hope it leaves you panting and not ready for school hahaha. @bangtanmacaroon 

 P.S: I Love You 

Originally posted by haru-haru10

Warning:Hardcore smut, Daddy kink to fuck her up, Toys, Choking, Just like smut BDSM okay guys. 

 Also I did not check for spelling errors at all is 4 AM and yeah I’ll probably never check haha. 

Originally posted by ygnj

You were a feisty woman, constantly going against Namjoon and mouthing off just to get a rise out of him. Your most recent scandal may have pushed him too far though. You knew it when he had called you, his voice a rough, dangerous tone as he spoke to you. 

 "Do you really want to play this fucking game baby girl?“ He had growled out the minute you answered the phone with a slightly timid ‘Hello’, your voice betraying you.

 "I’m just teasing Oppa,” You chided, false confidence lacing through your soft voice. He was having none of it though, too tired of our bullshit sass to want to listen to your sorry excuses. 

 "Who?“ His question came a s a sharp snap, even being in the safety of your own home, while he worked, you still flinched at his tone. Part of you grew hot at the thought of him dominating you, knowing you were in for quite a night. 

 "Sorry Daddy,” You replied firmly, he hummed in content on the other side of the line, but you just knew he wasn’t going to accept a simple apology for all the shot you had said to him. 

 "Be ready when I get home baby girl, you’ve been so naughty,“ His voice took a seductive curve, dripping with a sinful promise before the line was cut off. You shivered at the thought of all the things he would do. Some nights Namjoon would cuff you up if you didn’t listen, others he would just spank you till your ass was raw and you were begging. On rare occasions he would hold off your orgasm for so long you felt as though you would burst. Tonight though you had teased a little too much, even going as far as to poke fun at his old debut lyrics. 

In reality you lived the way he wrote and thought, even then, that he was a great lyricist. His voice always smooth and passionate, sure he had improved significantly, but he had never been bad. Maybe comparing him to a child wasn’t the best idea, but you had only been trying to rile him up. The hair thing was also a sensitive topic, you remember how he had come home with a beanie on not wanting you to see the bright teal tresses cut so short. He had warned you against teasing him over the hair cut, knowing you might say something. Which is exactly what you did, commenting on how idiotic it looked on him and how you thought it made his head look like a pineapple. It was all a lie though, he was so sexy no matter what, but now you would have to deal with the consequences of your actions. You would never admit to being in the wrong however, it went against your nature. 

 The sound of the front lock beeping as Namjoon entered brought you out of your thoughts and you hurriedly realized that you hadn’t done as he instructed. You were still fully clothed and sitting at the kitchen counter, phone balanced between your fingers. He entered moments later, his expression was dangerously calm as his eyes locked onto you. Then he smiled, dimples taking over his face as he sauntered over to you. You sat in shock having an 'oh shit’ moment because Namjoon wasn’t slamming doors and glaring. He was calm and collected and ready to fuck you up. He only was like this sometimes, so in control that you grew hot just at the thought of what he would do next. 

 "Baby girl…why don’t you ever listen to Daddy? Didn’t I tell you to be ready when I got home?” He cooed, hands pulling you from your seat, you phone clattering against the counter top as you let it fall from your grasp. Your hands settled into his strong chest, regretting that you compared him to a noodle when his lean muscles were anything but. His body was tall thin and an expanse of tight muscle that belonged to someone who danced regularly. Namjoon’s fingers traced up your sides over the cotton shirt you wore. You met his eyes and visibly shivered at the way he stared down at you. Dark lust and determination painting across his deep eyes.

“So…why don’t we talk about my rapping while I punish you, or maybe my hair…or should I remind you how strong these noodle arms of mine arm,” You could see the hint of a glare on his expression, but it was overpowered by his dominating serenity. 

 "Daddy, I…“ Namjoon cut you off with a chaste kiss leaving you gasping against him at the suddenness. All too quickly though his lips were gone and he was dragging you toward the bedroom. Once inside he shut the door softly and released you. You watched with hitched breath as he went about the room collecting his toys that would be your punishment. Then he dragged his reading chair, a rather large plushy one, over in front of the bed before settling down leisurely. You still stood in the center of the room apprehensively looking at the objects he had placed on the bed. In order were the handcuffs, a blindfold, a small collar with a leash, and a tiny vibrator. You were well aware of what each did and shuddered at the memory of how he had used them all individually before. You hoped he was going to have you pick your torture, but by the way his eyebrows were raised and a smile tugged his lips in amusement, you knew you were in for a rough night. 

 "Strip and then get on the bed,” He ordered, his low smooth voice making your legs shake in anticipation. Without hesitating you began to remove one article of clothing at a time till you were down to your underwear and bra. You moved to the bed, but stopped when Namjoon waved a hand at you. 

 "All, of your clothes,“ He growled a little, gesturing for you to remove everything.  

"But, you like doing that Daddy,” You whined a little, you also liked when he removed your panties and bra. There was a magic to the way he did things, but his steady glare had you quickly removing the small bits along fabric and crawling into the bed. You had a brief moment of embarrassment with your ass on display to him before hastily turning around to sit and face him. 

 "Lay down and touch yourself baby girl, I want to watch you a little,“ He said his eyes looking much darker as they roamed over your body. You hesitated for a moment, though you were comfortable with him it always made you shudder to know he was staring at you in your most vulnerable state. Giving in, you laid back onto the bed and closed your eyes. Hands running down your sides to try and chill your own nerves and to push down the rising goosebumps. You cupped your breasts and squeezed them in hopes to arouse yourself, remembering that he was there watching you every move. 

 "I said touch yourself,” Namjoon’s order sparked a sharp response from your lips, but you choked it back. He was already planning something devious and you really didn’t want to make it worse. Your legs fell open for you as you softly prided your fingers against your own hot center. You were already so wet just from his looks, the way he seemed so calm. You wasted no time in coating your fingers in your own juices before rubbing little circles into your clit earning a tiny whimper from your throat. It had been awhile since you last touched yourself, Namjoon did not like it unless he told you to do so. So the feeling of your own hands felt almost foreign, but you pushed on. Rubbing faster and Reader before pushing two slender fingers into yourself at a slow steady pace. Your back arched slightly with a little gasp from your lips, but you knew it wasn’t enough. He was the one would could tear you apart and put you back together and he was what you wanted. 

 "Daddy please, I want you,“ You whined, propping yourself up onto one elbow to pout at him. The sight left you speechless though. Namjoon had removed his clothing and sat, legs spread, with his cock in hand stroking himself steadily. 

"You’re not getting out of this that easily,” He chuckled, his hand still steadily pumping around his aching member. You had stopped all movement, transfixed on the sight of his hand and every downward thrust. Namjoon abruptly halted his actions and stood, towering over you, he snatched your hand away from yourself and brought your fingers to his mouth. You watched with greedy eyes as his closed while he sucked and licked the juices from your digits before releasing them with a loud pop and letting your hand fall away. 

“Get up there,” His head motions towards the headboard, you scrambled backwards at once watching him as he grabbed the handcuffs and followed you up. He made sure the secure you to the bed before grabbing your ankles and dragging you down to lay flat, spread out for him. His quick fingers then took up the blindfold, securing it to cover you eyes and leave you sightless for the time being. You half expected him to just start teasing you, but instead he was adding yet another restraint to the mix in the form of a collar. He latched it around your throat and tightened it till your breath hitches slightly. You could breath, but every swallow and inhale reminded you that it would be with limited oxygen intake.

“Are you ready? I plan to have you soaking and begging for my cock by the end of this. For you to be on your knees and apologizing,” His teeth nipped at your ear while he spoke, body how wrong over your own, his voice range sharp in the silent room. Namjoon normally spoke dirty things to you, but tonight he was holding out for suspense. Your body shivered when one of his hands trailed along the contour of our side before roughly gripping your breast and tweaking a nipple till you let out a small whimper. Soon his lips were trailing down your throat, biting and sucking on the skin harshly surly leaving his mark as he made his way down to your chest to suck and nip at your other breast and nipple. Your back arched into him, wanting to keep him mouth where it was. Instead though you were met with him pulling away and slithering hot kisses down your body. 

 He paused for a moment, head rating against your knee as his fingers strummed along your abdomen and stroked your inner thigh. He wasn’t thinking, just watching you, waiting for the tell-take whine or snide comment that was always present when being with you. He got exactly what he wanted too. 

 "Fuck please just touch me!“ You finally groaned, arching into his soft touches and trying to coax him into giving in. Of course it never worked and he just chuckled at your attempt. His lips meeting his fingers at your inner thigh while two strong hands pushed your legs apart. You shook when you felt his hot breath on your driving core, but he didn’t move once more which had you wiggling and bucking. 

 "Stop moving,” He growled, not sound of amusement in his voice this time. Instead of listening like a good girl though, you began to struggle harder till a sharp slap to the outside of your thigh had you yelping in surprise. 

 "I said stop fucking moving,“ Namjoon hissed, his voice breathing over your quivering center, he was so close. 

 "Yes Daddy,” was your immediate response. Namjoon rewarded you with a hot kiss to your wet lower lips earning a strangled gasp from you. He let out a pleased hum and hurried his face deeper into the cervix of your thighs. His hum felt lovely and made you shake in anticipation. You wanted him to hurry, but he continued to lazily lap at your folds with the occasional suck and flick of his tongue on your clit. Either way you were withering in his grasp, hands tugging at your restrains as he buried his tongue as deep as he could into your tight walls. It was just enough to tease gasps and whimpers from your lips. He wanted to make you cum though and soon his fingers of one hand came up to push roughly into you. They were much larger than your own and you gasped desperately as he began to pump and curl the digits at a hasty pace. You were now moaning breathlessly, not able to catch a break as the collar restricted you from taking in enough air leaving your head clouded and stars began to dance behind your closed eyes. 

 "Come on baby girl, cum for Daddy,“ Namjoon groaned against your clit before nipping and sucking at the small bundle of nerves. You quivered and moaned loudly at the feel finally whimpering and shaking as you finished to the assault of his mouth and fingers which didn’t stop until you were shuddering in overstimulation. When he pulled away you thought that the punishment wasn’t so bad tonight. That is until the sound of vibrating filled the room. 

 "I’m feeling a bit parched, how about you?” Namjoon asked casually as he easily worked the vibrator into you. It was on a low setting and your body trembled into an intense overstimulation at the feel, but it only got worse. 

“Daddy please,” you wanted to beg him to just fuck you instead, but that wasn’t Namjoon’s style. Instead he chuckled in a sinful manner and turned the little device up to high causing your body to bend off the bed and a loud moan to rip from your lips. Namjoon was hovering over you and shushing you with a hasty kiss. 

 "Shh baby girl, Daddy’s going to go get a drink. Be a good girl and watch my toy while I’m gone. Don’t you dare cum,“ He was teasing you, but the last bit was a threat as he nipped at you bottom lip, sucking he flesh into his mouth and then he was off the bed leaving you to wither and gasp as the vibrator pleasured you all over again. It was too much, but felt so lovely at the same time. You wanted to curse at Namjoon as you distantly heard the sound of the tap turning on, he was actually getting a drink of water. You waited, body growing too hot and arousal coiling too tightly. Your breathless pants became high moans as you spiraled closer and closer to your end with the stupid object inside of you. You weren’t sure how long you could wait, your body shook from the effort. The way the vibrations ran up and down your thighs and stimulated your clit though was too much and you found yourself moaning and grasping desperately at the chains of your handcuffs while you tumbled off the cliff into a second orgasm. 

 Namjoon had heard it, in fact he had been in the room watching you while stroking himself. He knew you wouldn’t last, he wanted another excuse to punish you because he honestly believed you deserved every second. He groaned along with you, pumping quicker as you began to whither and shake from overstimulation, now it was too much. The vibrations from the little mechanism had you panting and soundless moans leaving our lips while it pulled yet another orgasm out of you and you were practically in tears from all the stimulation. 

 You let out a sigh of relief when the little devil device was turned off and removed. Namjoon’s hands sliding up your sides and caressing you sweetly before his lips found your own. The kiss was deep and passionate, his tongue invading and dominate you. Teeth tugging at your lower lip and sucking the swollen flesh. 

 "You didn’t listen,” He grumbled, he almost sounded playful. You wondered if he had planned it all, it wouldn’t surprise you. Namjoon was notorious for planning your sexual activities out in his head before ever starting. They usually always went according to his plan. 

 "I didn’t think you would finish twice though,“ This one he did chuckle and you snarled at him earning a light tap against the cheek for making such an angry expression at him. "Turn over, Daddy wants to spank you now,” Namjoon’s voice was back to a serious tone, hands coaxing you to roll over onto your tummy. You obliged, not having much choice, and anticipated what was to come. Spanking as your favorite, but he wasn’t there just yet. 

 Namjoon grabbed your collar and attached the leash tugging experimentally and loving the way you gasped and moaned in response. Then his hands were uncuffing you only to re-cuff your hands behind your back. You grumbled under your breath, but the protest was hushed when he pulled his leash and cut off your windpipe temporarily. Namjoon never held up on it for too long, but always used it to keep you from being a smart-ass while having sex. 

 "On your knees baby girl,“ He coaxed you up, hands urging you into the right position while your face was pushed into the mattress. You would never tell him how much you loved this position because fuck if you would give him the power. God did you love this position though and so did he. You weren’t sure what exactly he was going to do with you though till his hard cock was brushing along your sensitive folds. You were so wet though that he would have no problem sliding in. Your breath stuttered at the thought of him finally filling you, your hips pushing back to meet his soft teasing. Namjoon’s grip on the leash tightened and his breath came out in a shuddered groan, his other hand smooth in up your back before coming down to grope the soft flesh of your ass.  

"Daddy please fuck me,” You finally spoke up, but instead of getting what you wanted as usual you received a sharp smack to the ass. The sting left you gasping and wriggling back into his throbbing member that was still steadily stroking between your soaking folds. 

 "Apologize baby girl,“ Namjoon growled bucking his hips and smacking your ass again. You mined, but didn’t give in. You weren’t about to take back your words when all you had been doing was joking. He wasn’t playing around though and soon Namjoon was yanking the leash till your back was aga isn’t his chest and one hand steady your shoulder. The lack of oxygen was dizzying, but so was the way he rocked against you and bit down on your shoulder. His teeth scraped up your neck before your earlobe was tugged into his mouth. 

 ” I said say sorry, and then I’ll fuck you so well baby. You want that don’t you?“ Namjoon cooed into your ear, there was a hint of demand under his soft, low voice. His chest vibrating against your back and cuffed hands as he spoke. You didn’t want to give in, but damn if you didn’t feel yourself growing hotter with each pass of his throbbing length between your folds and the way his hand pulled the leash tighter making it harder to breathe. Nodding your head you gave in and he let up, leading you back down to the bed in your original position. 

 "I’m sorry for insulting your lyric writing skills Daddy, you’re an amazing lyricists,” You began, feeling him move so his cock was positioned at your entrance, pushing in and out just barely. Coaxing more apologies to rumble from your lips. “I’m sorry for teasing you about your hair and saying it makes you look like pineapple,” You continued, gasping loudly and mining as he eased himself into your wet heat with a heavy groan. His hand came down after, slapping your ass and causing you to moan again. Surprised that this was how he planned to fuck you. 

 "I actually love your hair, you look sexy with any haircut and it’s such a pretty color…fuck…Daddy please,“ You choked on the end of your heartfelt compliment when Namjoon rocked out of you only to slam back in and meet your ass with another heavy smack causing you to bounce against him from impact. Your face would have been buried into the bed if he handle pulled back out and tugged the leash so you could speak more. 

 "You aren’t a noodle, you’re so strong and sexy ahhh,” You struggled to continue as Namjoon picked up his pace. His hips snapping into you while his hand continued to rain down hard slaps to your ass. “I love your style, you dress so well. I’m sorry Daddy, please,” You finished with a desperate whimper as his assault continued. Namjoon’s breath grew heavy as he abandoned spanning you in favor of yanking you up back to chest. Trapping your arms between your bodies and ducking up into you. One hand bed quick and harsh circles into your over sensitive clit while the other tugged on the leash till you were nearly gasping for air. Occasionally letting up just to hear your heavy moans. You loved the dizzy feeling, the pleasure he brought you win each amp of his hips and his heavy moans by your ear chasing you towards your end. 

“You’re such a good girl, now cum with Daddy.” Namjoon groaned, teeth biting into your shoulder as he thrust harder into you causing you to scream his name in pleasure. With a few more heavy thrusts you were both exploding into mind blowing orgasms. His hot liquid shooting into you as your walls clenched skeins him and had him biting harshly into your shoulder surely leaving a mark. You both panted heavily even when he laid you down and began to clean everything up. You hadn’t completely processed when he removed the handcuffs or collar. Not completely in your right state of mind until his hands were hoisting you up and the two of you were headed towards the bathroom to clean up before bed. 

 "You know I love you so much, but you are such a handful,“ He was smiling, lips kissing your temple sweetly and then your nose. Too tuckered out to respond you resorted to childishly sticking your tongue out and blowing a halfhearted raspberry at him. He chuckled again, loving you for your defiant nature, it kept things interesting. 


 Dear Ash and WinkWonk: Hope this left you a quivering mess you little mtoherfuckers.  

Dear other followers: On another note though I hope everyone else enjoyed this nasty, filthy sin. Lots of love 😘♥️

Pillow Talk - fic

Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, 
Pairing: timdami, implied robinpile
Summary: The doubt wouldn’t win. Not this time. Tim wouldn’t let it. 
A/N: This was inspired by an old headcanon that I’m too lazy to go looking for, where sometimes Damian’s doubt and lack of self-worth just really takes him out of things, and he distances himself/tries to. This is in that ‘verse with Anything It Takes, etc. I realized halfway through writing it that hey - porn. So, that’s a thing. Probably a thing I’m not jumping headfirst into doing, but, you know. A thing. Sorry if said thing is really subpar, as I don’t know what I’m doing. Title based off a song I heard on the radio once, the day I started writing this. ‘Pillowtalk’ by that Zayn guy. This is after Anything it Takes and before What It’s Worth. Damian is probably about 25, and doesn’t know about the deal with Ra’s at this point. For @varevare! Because she’s the love of my life.


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