drive that baby home!


JIN : You did enough giving birth. Now I will do my part.*looks at the baby*  WAIT ?!!  Why did you give him your eyes ? I gave you the perfect DNA why ruin it ?? WHY ??

SUGA : *Adopts* I will teach him how to sleep 22 hours in one go so our love life will not get affected. (min yoongi genius)

JHOPE : *Plays Lion king song* HAAAAA ZIVENYAAA HERE’S YOUR HOPE CHIWAWA ! *Armys applausing and jumping and crying*

RAPMON : Drops the baby. The baby breaks the floor … no DNA test needed.   

JIMIN : *jealous* He is cute but I was cute FIRST just so you know … 

V : I heard if you eat blue berries this time, our next one will turn blue ! 

JUNGKOOK : The baby walks and talks and can break dance already. His dad is a fetus so the golden baby drives his parents back home from the hospital.

Fighting Panic

Requested: I was wondering if I could request a caring Shawn one where maybe you two get into a fight and you leave and then you have a panic attack or something and you call him and even though you two were fighting he still comes over and cares for you? Sorry if that didn’t make sense lol


Your name: submit What is this?


“Stop, y/n.” Shawn says, his voice full of anger. “You can’t keep holding it against me. It’s my career, my job, don’t you understand?”

You swallow hard, trying to keep your emotions in check. “I’m not holding it against you, Shawn. I just need to know you’re not forgetting about me!”

“I’m not, I don’t know why you would say that!” He says, his voice just as loud and terrifying as it was a minute ago. You can’t match his tone. You don’t know how to scream back at him, and you don’t want to.

“You’re always busy, and even when you’re not, you’re thinking about all the things you need to get done, which I get, but I feel like you don’t even remember that I’m here, that I’m your girlfriend.” You reply, honestly.

“How could I forget, y/n? I can’t forget, and I don’t.” He spits back.

You only wait a beat before replying, still trying to absorb his last words, “Do you want to?” You ask, your voice full of fear and sadness.

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Masterlist / My writing

Dan Imagines: 

Something Great 

Youtuber Party part 1 

Youtuber Party part 2 

Youtuber Party part 3

Shower | Dan

One Night Stand 

Snow Fight

Valentines Day Surprise / smut 

Let’s make a baby / finished

Let’s make a baby part 2

Let’s make a baby part 3 

Let’s make a baby part 4 

Let’s make a baby part 5

Let’s make a baby part 6

Let’s make a baby part 7

Let’s make a baby part 8  

Let’s make a baby part 9

Let’s make a baby part 10

Let’s make a baby part 11 {first part}

Let’s make a baby part 11 {second part} 

Let’s make a baby part 12 

Let’s make a baby part 13 

Let’s make a baby part 14 {last part}

Game Over

Kitchen Counter / smut


We don’t like each other tag 


Boyfriend part 2 *last part*

First Time / smut

Sofa blurb


Have you back 

Tease / smut

Beach Day


I found his jumper / finished

I found his jumper part 2

I found his jumper part 3

I found his jumper part 4 

I found his jumper part 5

I found his jumper part 6

I found his jumper part 7

I found his jumper part 8

I found his jumper part 9

I found his jumper part 10

I found his jumper part 11 / smut 

I found his jumper part 12

I found his jumper part 13

I found his jumper part 14

I found his jumper part 15  {last part}


Wet dreams and Nightmares

Wet dreams and Nightmares part 2

Dating Dan would include

Fake Girlfriend

Fake Girlfriend part 2

Fake Girlfriend part 3

Fake Girlfriend part 4

Fake Girlfriend part 5 *bonus

Christmas with Dan

Stage Kisses

Pushing his buttons

Pushing his buttons 2

My brother’s best friend

My brother’s best friend 2

My brother’s best friend 3

My brother’s best friend 4

Big Weekend 

The girl no one noticed

The girl no one noticed 2

Breaking her broke me 

Breaking her broke me 2

10 seconds  

10 seconds part 2


Almost part 2

a drive home

a drive home part 2

Phil Imagines:

Can we make a baby already ?



I love you, why can’t you love yourself ?

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Life is

Bail (pre-apocalypse!DarylxReader)

Hi guys! Since I’m so ridiculously obsessed with the idea of young Daryl before the apocalypse, I’ve made yet another pre-apocalypse!Daryl fic where he’s once again up to no good. I think I might make this into an AU series, but idk. Let me know what you guys think!

Characters- teenage!Reader, teenage!Daryl Dixon, and Merle Dixon.



When Merle takes Daryl out with the intention to cause trouble, the two get caught, but Merle gets away and Daryl gets thrown in a jail cell. Not wanting to get his brother in trouble, he takes the blame. He doesn’t want his father to bail him out as he knows that he isn’t getting home without a beating, so the only choice he has is to get his girlfriend Y/N to bail him out. Y/N is ridiculously angry, as this isn’t the first time that Merle has gotten Daryl into trouble and Daryl has just rolled over to protect him once again. 

Warnings- strong language, fluff, angst, a little bit of violence.

and also sorry Merle stans, but I made him kind of an asshole in this, but don’t worry, it’s all for the purpose of the plot and the Daryl feels



Originally posted by van-is-mine

“Who am I calling, son? Your parents?”

“No… no, God no.”

“You need to get someone to come and get you. You got a friend that drives? A girlfriend?”

“Yeah, my girlfriend drives. Fuck, I didn’t want her to find out.”

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Sex Bomb (Smut)


Request:  Yo can you make an imagine about buying the sex bathbomb and taking a bath with shawn that leads to some slow passionate sex ?

Word Count: 2,217

Sex Bomb

“Are you done yet, please?” Shawn whined at me.

I was holding another dress up in front of me, looking at myself in the mirror.

“Soon babe, I promise” I assured him.

He stuck his tongue out at me, obviously very annoyed with me. It just made me laugh, though. He was cute when he got frustrated. Shawn leaned against the wall in the store, doing his very best to let me know, he surely wasn’t happy with me.

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Daddy’s Home

Because I need a sugar daddy AU, here ya go. This is gonna end up as a series. Enjoy!

           He rolled up in his lemon-yellow Lamborghini and rolled down the window. You gave a little wave, and he leaned over from the driver’s seat. “You ready, baby?” Bambam grinned and peered over the top of his sunglasses.

           You smiled from the curb, your Louis Vuitton bag in your hand. “Of course.” He pulled the handle of the door open and you slid into the passenger seat. Bambam’s hand automatically slipped to your thigh when you sat down. Once you were situated, he ensured you had your seatbelt on before taking off down the street. “How was your day, princess?”

           You grinned. You loved it when he used that nickname. “Well, between being too busy to think about anything other than how I was going to sneak away to spend time with you this afternoon,” you paused, putting your hand on top of his, “and my boss yelling at me, nothing else really happened. I guess you could say I had a day,” you said.

           “Baby… I really think it’s time you quit your job…” he chose his words carefully. You stared at him, trying to figure out what to say.  

           Bambam glanced away from the road long enough to catch the look on your face. “I know what you’re gonna say,” he began, “but I make more than enough for both of us, and I’d love it if you let me take care of you.”

           “Babe,” you started, but he lifted the hand that was still on your thigh.

           “I’m just saying, I want you to think about it.”

           You let out a gusty sigh, and he squeezed your thigh again, causing a smile to pull at the corners of your mouth.

           “Now, who’s ready for some shopping?” Bambam asked in a singsong voice as he pulled into the parking garage. “Will that make daddy’s princess happy?”

           You grinned and nodded at him. “Good, let’s get you in there, then.” He walked around the car and opened your door for you, his hand extending to help you out of your seat. He took you by the hand and tucked it in his, pulling you just a tad before you caught up.

           “My legs aren’t as long as yours, babe,” you said.

           Bambam turned to look behind him, laughing. “I forgot, my bad.”

           “Good evening, welcome to Chanel,” the doorman said, punctuating his sentence with a nod. You smiled at him, and Bambam turned to the closest salesperson he could find. “I need to get my princess here a watch,” he said to a tall woman with auburn hair who was impeccably dressed, passing his hand over the back of your upper arm.

           “Well, what’s her style?” she asked, looking to you.

            You grinned. “Anything that sparkles,” you said sheepishly.

            The lady—looking at her nametag, you realized her name was Paula—smiled warmly at you, then led you over to the watch case. “Then I have good news for you, we definitely have ones that sparkle.”

           You looked at Bambam, and he nodded at you. “Anything you want, baby.”

           “I really like this one,” you pointed to a watch that had a silver and black band, a black dial, and diamonds laid into the rectangular beveled edge.

           “Ah, the Premiere Mini,” she said fondly, pulling it from the case, “excellent decision.” She placed the watch in your hands and you paused, marveling at the beauty that had just been put within your reach. You grinned again, and Bambam put a hand on the small of your back. “What do you think?” he whispered.

           “I love it,” you said in a hushed voice.

           “We’ll take it,” he said to Paula, who took the watch back from you, placed it into a long, rectangular box embossed with the word CHANEL, and then placed it in a shopping bag. You beamed as she handed it to you.

           “It’s just seven,” she said to your boyfriend as he slid his gold card.

           “That’s fine,” he murmured, scratching his nose.

           “Congratulations, you’re now the owner of a beautiful Chanel piece,” Paula cooed. You shook her hand and Bambam waved, and you both exited the store.

           “Where to now, baby?” he’d said, a grin spreading across his face.

           “Louboutin?” you asked.

           He nodded, took your hand in his, and led the way to the escalator.

           Two hours later you were on your way back to the Lambo, and Bambam insisted on carrying all your shopping bags. He’d bought you an entire new outfit, complete with a new pair of heels and that beautiful watch. Bambam had bought himself a pair of flats to match yours, and had taken a photo of both your and his feet for Instagram.  He’d done it all with a huge smile on his face. “Anything for my princess,” he’d said, and passed a hand over your ass, gently and discreetly.

           As soon as he’d put the bags in the trunk, he slid into the driver’s seat and pulled you close to him, his left hand cupping the side of your face and his right hooking around the back of your neck. “Is daddy’s baby happy?” he whispered, his lips centimeters from yours.

           You nodded and licked his lower lip. He crushed his mouth to yours, the hand that was on the back of your neck moving to your hair, pressing your face to his with so much force that you thought it’d break your jaw. You let out a soft whimper and his mouth moved to your throat, switching between tiny kisses and pulling your skin into purple hickeys. Bambam released you once he reached your collarbone, breathing heavily. “I got a little carried away, sorry baby,” he said, grinning at you from the driver’s seat. You beamed back at him, taking in the tent in his pants. Home was over a half an hour away, not including traffic, and you didn’t know if you could wait that long.

           Bambam put on his seatbelt and started the engine, his eyes too focused on the road to notice you staring at him. He smiled to himself and, seemingly absentmindedly, placed his hand in its normal spot on your thigh.

           “Daddy…” you began, your voice sultry, “your princess wants to play.”

           Bambam sighed huskily. “Baby, I’m driving. Can you make it until we get home?”

           “Nope,” you purred, fingers dancing along his thigh.

           He shook his head wryly, but scooted his seat back far enough that you could slip your head between him and the steering wheel.  

           You grinned and leaned over the center console, fiddling with his zipper. “Daddy,” smokiness was pouring from you. “I’m gonna suck your dick so hard I’ll make you cry.” The response you issued from him with just a few words was overwhelmingly positive. He licked his lips and swallowed hard, his hips twitching just a tad underneath you. “Then what, baby?”

           You placed a playful kiss on his stomach through his shirt. “Then I’m gonna let you fuck me with nothing but this watch on until I can’t walk,” you purred, “and then I’m gonna get up and make you breakfast in bed,” you grinned and nipped at his stomach again. A low groan fell from Bambam’s lips, and you knew the dirty talk had turned him on enough to make him hard again.

           You unzipped his pants and he tilted his hips up enough for you to drag them down so you could access his now-erect member. Bambam shivered but kept his eyes on the road as you blew lightly on his tip. A strand of saliva slipped from your mouth and you rubbed your hand over his dick, squeezing and stroking him simultaneously.

           “Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” he groaned, glancing down at you, then back up at the road. You moaned in response. Your lips finally met the tip and you pulled his cock into your mouth without hesitation. Bambam inhaled sharply and you grinned around a mouthful of dick, positively ecstatic that you had this kind of power over him. You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked hard, finding a steady rhythm as you wrapped your hand around the part of his shaft that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You felt the car swerve just a little to the left and heard an “oh, shit,” leave your boyfriend’s lips, then a giggly scoff. You looked up at him and giggled, then went back to bobbing your head as fast as you could manage, swirling your tongue around his tip as you came back up for air.

           Bambam moaned loudly and as the car came to a stop at the light, he pulled your face to his, his lips crushing to yours. “You make daddy feel so good, princess,” he said, and you grinned, a sexy laugh escaping you. “You’re so fucking hot,” he breathed, and you kissed his lips again before you went back to work. You pulled his cock back into your mouth, sucking as hard as you could and moving your head as fast as the position would allow. He inhaled sharply and cursed under his breath, one hand leaving the steering wheel to get the hair out of your face. He took the left turn to his condo and pulled into the driveway, breathing hard and fast as he turned off the car. “God, let me fuck your throat,” Bambam moaned.

           You nodded and he gathered your hair in both his hands while you hollowed out your cheeks and held your head still. His hips rolled into your face and you hummed low in the back of your throat, his speed increasing with every thrust. “Fuck, baby,” he breathed. Tears were rolling down your cheeks but you didn’t care, it was making you wetter by the second. He was into it too, by the way he was moaning and writhing underneath you. You closed your lips around his shaft and he stopped for a second, letting you control the speed, but not for long. “I’m so close, princess. I want you to swallow my cum,” he said, and you nodded as he thrusted faster and faster into your face.

           “Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come,” he breathed, and to help it along you swirled your tongue around his tip. Bambam thrusted into your face a few more times, and you felt him throw his head back in ecstasy as he exploded in your mouth. He pulled out to let you breathe, then you slipped your tongue along his shaft, letting the cum roll down the back of your throat and ultimately swallowing it. Bambam took your face in both his hands and kissed you with fervor, his hand tangling in your hair.

           “Good girl,” he said, “you’re so good for me, princess.” He stroked your hair with his other hand.

           “Let daddy take care of you now,” he said, and led you out of the car and into the house.

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as we were driving home i noticed that there was a baby cow (calf) stuck in a fence in a pasture so we turned around & pulled up to the gate & the weather was/is disgusting but we helped it & i just started cry*ng for like.. no reason at all.. but! safe cow! i got to wave to it & the other cows 🌾🐄✨

The Fantastic Four!

Team USA – Chris Fogt, Curt Tomasevicz, Steve Langton, and Steve Holcomb, AKA The Human Torch, The Invisible Man, Mister Fantastic, And The Thing, Hope To Slide To Gold In The Second week Of The Games!

Drive That Baby Home, Mates!

He’s Home - Mark Tuan SMUT

Mark is away on tour so you decide to surprise him by picking him up at an airport in nothing but a trench coat and a pair of stilettos. 

Rating: M, or SMUT 

Word Count: 2586 

Originally posted by jinqki

Today was finally the day. Mark was coming home! Mark Tuan was your boyfriend, and you guys had been together for almost a year now, but in the short time you have spent together, you enjoyed every moment of it.

You see, everyone thought that Mark was sort of a quiet guy who was extremely introverted and shy, but that wasn’t so true. Maybe it was the language barrier, but when he was with you, Mark was a whole different person. He would never shut up and he didn’t have the innocence everyone thought that he had, especially in the bedroom. He had an extremely dirty mouth, not that you minded, but it was a definite contrast from what he appeared to be.

You thought about what you should do to surprise Mark, and thought about picking him up from the airport yourself. Suddenly a thought came to your mind and you started rummaging through your closet until you finally found it. A trench coat that wasn’t long at all, but just long enough to cover your most intimate parts. You decided to pick Mark up wearing nothing but the beige trench coat and a pair of stilettos.

You started taking off your PJs and any underwear that you had on until you stood completely naked. You put the trench coat on and loved how comfortable it felt. You walked to the shoe closet and pulled out a pair of black stilettos and slipped them on. You untied your hair and let your long hair flow freely. You knew it would drive Mark wild, and after being away from you for so long, you knew just as well that Mark was craving your touch as much as you were his.

So you left your apartment as fast as you could with the keys in your hand and drove to the airport. His flight would arrive soon, and so you parked and ran to the gate. You had your shade on because you had no doubt that fans would be there, and so you kept your glasses on. You walked into the airport unnoticed and saw all the fans. Your relationship was pretty open and the fans were pretty nice, but some people were unhappy about it and you received some death threats, but it was fine.

You pushed into the airport and one of the employees from JYP saw you, and you waved, “Ah, are you waiting for Mark?” He asked you.

You nodded and he escorted you to the front where everything was barred off so fans wouldn’t be able to push through, but once they put you at the front, they started recognizing you and began screaming and you waved and smiled at them. There were sudden flashes in your face, and people were yelling your name, but you stayed waiting for Mark. And suddenly the glass doors slid open and you saw 7 figures emerge.

Of course the first person you recognized was your boyfriend, even though your could barely see him because of the mask and the hat, but you smiled anyway and the rest of the boys said hi to you as they continued walking through, but not Mark.

Mark walked right up to you and put his arm around your shoulders and you put your arm around his waist since you were shorter than him and everyone went mad, people started screaming Mark and you whispered into his ear through all the noise, “I brought the car so we can go directly home from here.” You kissed his ear real quick and the two of you paused.

He bent down and whispered in your ear, “Oh good, because I really missed you baby. I can’t wait to go home, there’s so much I’ve been wanting to do. Those late night phone calls and skype calls were not enough for me. Also, what are you doing in those stilettos? You know what that does to me?” He growled through his mask.

“If you like the stilettos, then you’ll like what I have under this coat even more.” You told him.

He raised his eyebrows at you, “And what would that be?” He asked you.

“Nothing.” You smiled at him.

And Mark took his hat off and pulled down his mask slightly and you could see his eyes wide open and he grabbed you by the arm and you both rushed out of the airport. Fans were going crazy and you were holding on to the bottom of your coat to ensure that nothing would be revealed. Fans rapidly started following so you ran quickly, “Did you bring your car?” He asked you.

You nodded your head, “It’s on the upper level so I don’t think they’ll be able to follow us there.” The two of you kept on running and you were struggling to keep up. “Mark, I’m wearing stiletto high heels! I can’t keep going like this.” You told him.

You stopped and fans were starting to catch up, but then you removed your heels, picked up your heels in one hand, and ran for your dear life, the was until you got out on the street, “Babe you can’t go out barefoot like this. I got you.” He picked your up bridal style and ran across the parking lot, and you started laughing and tried to cover yourself.

“Wait…you aren’t even wearing underwear?!” Mark asked you shocked,

You nodded shyly while in his arms and he just laughed, “Well that motivates me to run even faster.” He said picking up speed.

You two eventually made it to the car and Mark put you down and you tossed him the keys and the two of you rushed out of there and Mark sighed with relief, “Okay, so where am I pulling over because I can’t wait to go home. I need you now.” He said pulling out of the airport while fans were still snapping pictures.

You laughed, “Nope, you’re just going to have to wait until we get home.” You leaned over and kissed him smiling.

He rolled his eyes, “You know you can be such a tease sometimes.” He told me. “Don’t tell me you have nothing on and then make me wait!” He whined.

You laughed, “It’s a short drive baby, in two exits we’ll be home! Also…” You said inching your hand towards his manhood, “I promise you that it will be worth the wait.” You smiled at him.

Mark picked up speed after and the two of you were home in no time. He started getting out of his car quickly and rushed to the door. He opened the door for you and as soon as you entered, your heels were clacking on the floor, and it made you feel like an absolute boss.

Mark shut the door quickly and pushed you up against the door flying you back and you gripped onto his arms.

His lips met yours immediately and you smiled into the kiss realizing that it had been so long since Mark has kissed you like that. “Dear God I missed you so much.” He whispered as he moved down too your chin and eventually towards your neck. “Your lips, your neck, your everything. I’m going to leave marks all over your body to make sure you remember who you belong to.” His eyes became fierce.

You smiled at the pleasure you had been receiving, “Should we move upstairs?” You asked him.

“Nope,” He whispered into your skin, “Right down here should be perfect.” He said moving back to your lips and you began laughing. Mark’s kisses were sloppy and they were especially needy, which doesn’t mean they were bad. He bit down on your lower lip hard and got a gasp out of your and slipped his tongue into your mouth and your tongues began to twist around each other’s.

Biting was something that Mark did a lot. The boy loved biting, and you would let him do anything and everything to you. This continued for a while and Mark pressed closer to you, and you felt his throbbing manhood against your thigh, and you moaned even louder. Your legs were becoming weak and your heels were still on and all you wanted to do was kick them off.

Mark began to unzip his hoodie, and for only a moment he broke the kiss to take his shirt off, but then he was back on you. Your hands began to roam his chest and you finally settled on his abs and began to trace the outline.

Mark was getting tired of things and he wanted you naked already. He began to unbutton your coat until everything was unbuttoned and the coat fell to the floor and you kicked it away. Just as you were about to kick off your shoes, Mark squeezed your butt and whispered in your ear, “Baby, the heels are so sexy, how about we fuck and you keep them on?” He suggested as he pinched your erect nipples and you let out a gasp. Unable to say anything, you just nodded and he continued to work on your breasts.

He gave one a firm squeeze and rolled one of your nipples in between your fingers. And you started moaning, “Are you moaning for me baby?” He whispered, “Let’s make it a little louder. He lowered his head towards your chest and began to suck on you, while working his hand on the other and you lost it and you were suddenly in a fit of moans and you could not control yourself.  

He took one of his hands off and you began to whimper missing his touch, but he moved his hands and traced the slit of your womanhood, and you almost could not breathe, and this was just the lightest touch. “Baby you’re so wet I barely did anything yet.” He lifted his head up off of you. He removed his finger and put it in his mouth, “Baby you taste so good.” He said to you and this time you pushed him back and on to the couch.

“It’s your turn to be satisfied Mark.” You told him. You pulled down his sweats and the mere sight of you made Mark lose his mind. You grabbed his manhood and began to jerk him off a little and you placed your lips at the tip, and that got Mark going.

You started off slow and then began to bob your head up and down alternating between fast and slow to get the most moans out of him. At one point Mark grabbed your head and pushed it down while he simultaneously thrusted into your mouth hitting the back of your throat. It made you gag, but you would be okay and usually when he did this, it meant he was close. You began to pick up speed until your felt your mouth fill up with Mark’s hot liquid and you swallowed it all and licked your lips.

Mark was panting and sweating and you wiped his mouth. He pushed you onto your back and you became why and closed your legs. Mark smirked and he spread your legs wide open and ran his thumb through your slit and tried to find your clit and began teasing.

“Baby, you don’t even understand how hungry I was. I’ve been starving for days.”

You smirked back at him, “JYP not feeding you enough?” You asked him.

He smiled, “JYP is feeding me fine, it’s you that has kept me starving all this time.” He buried his head between your legs and licked your opening like a lion drinking water after weeks of thirst and shudders ran through your body.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful.” Mark said looking up to you. “I love you so much.” He said before burying his face in between your legs again. “I’m going to make you feel so good right now.” He said.

He placed kisses in between your legs and kept licking you. His tongue flat up against you, and it searched you looking for the right spot, and then suddenly he hit it. He hit your clit and your legs were absolute jelly as he began to suck, and you were in a fit of moans.

He began to finger you simultaneously and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Baby, you taste so damn good.” He lapped you up, and you were trying to be quiet but your moans would not stop coming out, but it wasn’t enough you still needed more, you needed him. ALL of him.

“M-Mark,” you began, “I need you inside of me right now.” He lifted his head up and smiled.

“Baby, I am inside of you though.” He wriggled his finger in your sensitive spot and whispered, “You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that baby.” He whispered to you trying to go deeper inside of you.

“Mark…I w-“ He wriggled his finger more in you and you could not speak, “Mark, I wan – I want your dick inside of me.” You told him covering your face.

He took his finger outside of you and he smirked, “On all fours. Now.” He told you and you scrambled up off of the floor and Mark grabbed your arm and adjusted you. He kicked off the sweats around his ankles and stroked his manhood positioning himself.

He slapped your ass hard and you let out a gasp and Mark rubbed your womanhood and stretched you out a little bit and suddenly it was gone. You missed his touch and suddenly it was replaced as he plunged into you and you let out a gasp.

He pulled out immediately and slammed back into you once again. “I hope you know, that everything up until now was a warm up. This is where the real fun begins.”

He started off slow and he was hitting your bundle of nerves and a knot in your stomach started developing and then Mark began to pick up speed. Everything was going blurry and Mark smacked your ass again. “Tell me what you want baby.” Mark said.

“Fuck me Mark. I want you to go hard and fast, and I want you to cum inside me baby.” You said to him moaning.

“That’s a dirty mouth you have there, we’ll have to do something about that. Later though. I guess I’ll have to satisfy you first.” He said before slamming into you more and more. He tried to go deeper and deeper into you and kept slamming into you until finally it hit you.

Your orgasm. It started and you couldn’t control your brain, “Baby I know you’re at your limit but I’m not done yet so hold on for this ride.” Mark kept giving it to you and your brain wasn’t working. But your satisfaction kept going and it would not stop.

“Baby, I – I can’t anymore.” And you did something you were not anticipating. A scream ripped through you and it drove Mark to cum. His seed shot straight into you and he rode out his own orgasm. Until finally he slowed down and eventually stopped. There was sweat on his forehead and he slapped your ass one more time and bit down on your shoulder and kissed you.

You turned towards him in a hot and wet mess, “That was amazing.” You said.

“Oh baby, that was only round one.” He smirked tackling you to the ground again.

digital get down

Title: Digital Get Down (Hourglass Pt. III)
Pairing: Josh/Reader/Tyler
Rating: Mature
Warning: Daddy kink, dirty talk, name calling, some more light slash, and idk risky shenanigans via Facetime.
A/N: Oh, hey surprise, assholes, here’s another one for you. This part is a little bit different than the others, and I hope you guys like it because I’ve been crying over it for the past several weeks. AND READ THE WARNING FIRST DUDES.

Originally posted by skeletonclique-top

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Distance Hurts

In which Simon can’t sleep at night because you’re travelling and he misses you.

Requested? Yes. I’m slowly but surely getting through all 23 requests 😳😳

As soon as you walked out of your meeting, books and binders held in your arms messily, you could finally check your phone. It had been going off for a while and you wondered what in hell could have been going on that someone needed to contact you so desperately. At first your phone had rung, after which you put it on silent against your will, but it kept vibrating, so you had to turn it on ‘Do Not Disturb’ in the end.

Stepping outside into the busy streets of New York City and waving around for a cab, you quickly unlocked your phone.

5 new text messages from Si 💕

2 missed calls from Si 💕

You quickly checked your watch to see what time it was, and then did the mental math to work out what time it was back in England, where your long term boyfriend was.

Simon was struggling a little to be alone. I mean, he was still living with the rest of the boys, but he claimed that without you there, it didn’t feel right. Simon wasn’t usually the type to feel clingy, but hen you weren’t within a fifteen minute drive, it seemed like he needed to tell you he missed you every time a minute passed.

You pouted down at your screen as you read his texts, standing on the edge of the road and listening to all the cabs drive by.

I miss you baby 💕💕

When are you coming home? I want to cuddle xx

Where are you right now? When will you have wifi again?

The boys say they miss you too

Pls come home soon 💔xxx

It honestly broke your heart to see how upset he felt when you weren’t there. You looked up and waved at a cab, who flashed his bright lights at you to say he was coming your way. You looked down again and decided to call Simon.

He picked up after the ringer only went off twice.

'Y-N?’ Simon said straight after answering the call.

'Hey Si,’ You said with a sigh and ruffled your hair, letting the cold air pass through. It was overly hot in the meeting room, but you didn’t want to ask to open the windows in case someone else was cold. There was a lady from India sitting next to you, who still had her winter coat on.

'I’m sorry, were you in a meeting?’ He asked. His gorgeous deep voice suited his thick British accent, and for a second it felt like you were home again. You had gotten used to all the thick American accents by now.

'Yeah, I was. It was probably the longest meeting ever,’ You rolled your eyes although he couldn’t see it. 'What are you doing, why are you still awake?’ You asked.

'I can’t sleep,’

'Si, it’s five in the morning there. Usually you’d be asleep by now.’ Concern laced your tired voice.

'I know, but the bed is cold and I don’t have my perfect, beautiful girlfriend to curl up to. I really miss you, Y-N.’ He croaked, and sniffed at the end.

'Are you crying?’ You almost whispered, feeling your own bottom lip tremble.

'W-when are you coming home again?’ He avoided my question, knowing that it would upset me if he told me the truth.

'Tomorrow night. It’s only a couple more hours, love.’ I forced myself to smile as I sat down in the cab and quickly told him the hotel I was staying at. 'I’m in a cab right now, and when I’m at the hotel I’ll have wifi again so we can FaceTime.’ I told him, excited to see his handsome face.

'I’m not sure you want to see me right now,’ He uttered throatily.

'Simon, I don’t care if you’re crying or if it’s dark in your room. Of course I still want to see your lovely face and your lovely blue eyes and your soft blonde hair. Oh my God, I miss you so much.’ I whispered the last part, tears completely covering my eyes now. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and let the tears run down my face freely.

'I love you,’ Simon whispered back equally softly. You sniffed your nose and smiled, telling yourself to calm down.

'I love you too, I’ll call you in about fifteen minutes, okay?’

'Okay, bye-bye.’ He said and I could almost hear the weak smile in his voice.

Writing this made me a little emotional :(

Mel xx


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It’s always been you Part 5

You and Bucky had instantly clicked as soon as you arrived at the Avengers Facility, and soon became best friends. He trusted you implicitly and ever since heard you sing, he felt himself falling faster as the days rolled on. So when you start to pull away from him, he feels betrayed and upset. Thinking it’s something to do with him and his past.

Little did he know that it was nothing to do with his past, but your shame in your body, your feelings of self-loathing and your ever growing love for your best friend.

Bucky + Plus Size Reader

AN: Hey Dolls! Couldn’t leave you all hanging could I? I’m sorry if it’s a little bit cliché, but I’ve always loved a little bit of cheese! Hope you enjoy this, cause it was really enjoyable to write! It’s getting’ juicy! Also, if you would like a backstory of how you came to be an Avenger, do let me know, as I’d be happy to do it! <3

Tags are still open and as always my inbox is always open for requests!- Rae xo

Word Count: 1445

STORY TW: Weight Issues, Fat Shaming, Swearing, Violence, Smut (Maybe? Idk yet)

CHAPTER TW: Drinking, Swearing, Ultra Mild Smut, Implied Smut

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Part 5 – Shit, I’m in deep.

Song :



Darlin, you give love, a bad name’

 The music kicks in and you’re automatically dragged back to your performing days. You’re turned away from the growing audience. Ruffling your hair to make you look a bit more rock n roll, you smile to yourself, silently admitting how much you’ve missed this. You’ve missed moving in time with the music, swaying your hips to the beat sexily and holding the microphone in your hand like it’s an extension of you.

 ‘An angel’s smile is what you sell,

You promise me heaven, then put me through hell,

Chains of love got a hold on me,

When passions a prison, you can’t break free’

You turned around when the verse starts, loosening up as you do so, your voice oozing sex appeal. The crowd of people at the party, especially your fellow team mates, filled the dance floor, dancing and singing along. Their eyes glued to you as you strutting around the stage, working the crowd just like you used to, slipping straight back into old habits.

‘Oh, you’re a loaded gun, yeah,

Oh, there’s nowhere to run,

No one can save me,

The damage is done,’

You pointed your finger gun at Tony and pretended to shoot him, sending him sexy, but friendly wink as he starts laughing at you, knowing exactly what you’re doing. You change your gaze to Bucky, who is stood at the back of the group, with the same look in his eyes that he gave you earlier at the tower. You knew what that look was now, Lust. And the way he was clenching his jaw, hell, you would have let him take you then and there. His darkened, clouded eyes burned into you, and you knew you were done for. You carried on with the song, moving provocatively, knowingly playing with him. You thought the poor guy’s jaw was going to grind into a pulp with how taught it was.

The guitar solo came up and the lead guitarist moved closer to you. You were back to back and you slid your way down to the floor, on to your knees. He turned around and continued the solo like that in front of you, with you in a compromising position. The crowd of people were going crazy, cheering and hollering for you, you even caught a few wolf whistles, which made you giggle and blow kisses to the offenders. You got up off your knees and finished the song, egging the crowd on to join in and have a good time. The room went nuts and you thanked them all for their applause, searching the sea of people for those piercing blue, now navy eyes, when you couldn’t find them, you tried to hide your disappointment and headed back to the group.

Tony just giggled as you sat down. All of the team were simultaneously ogling you, and smirking.

“What?” you ask as you bring your cold drink to your lips.

“They’re just feeling the call of siren is what they’re doing.” Tony quipped sending you into a fit of giggles.

“I wasn’t even being that sexy” you said between laughs.

“Oh bullshit Y/L/N, you almost made me cum in my pants, let alone those horny bastards” he joked, nodding his head in the direction of the rest of the team, sending you into a full on belly laugh.

“Yo-, You we-, You were amazing Y/N. Damn, you were good” Steve stammered, running his hands through his hair nervously, and breaking the ice, his face flushing with a slight red tint.

“Holy fucking shit girl, your voice gave me an eargasm, fuck.” Nearly tripping over his words, they flew out of Sams mouth.

“Woah kid, that took balls.” Clint said from behind you, he must have joined them while you were singing, you gave him a hug, and carried on looking for the only person who really mattered to you at this point.

“He’s outside. Probably gone to crack one out at you practically eye-fucking him the whole song” Natasha smirked at you, noticing you looking for him, shouting across the table.

You stood up real fast and walked out onto the patio into the cold of the night, goose bumps appearing on your exposed skin. You stopped when you noticed him looking over the railing at the vast gardens of the expansive building. You stood in the middle of an archway for a moment, wondering what to say to him, your eyes burning into the back of his head. He turned around, feeling your stare on him and walked towards you with purpose.

“Why did you lea-“ you were cut off by his lips, crashing against yours with such force that you nearly fell over. You pulled your arms around his neck, stabilising you. His hands flew to your face as he deepened the kiss, and then fell to your ass giving it a squeeze. Your hands roamed his hair as he pulled you closer, putting your bodies flush together. You felt the bulge through his trousers graze your thigh and all the nerves in your body swam to in between your legs. He pulled away all too soon for your liking and rested his forehead on yours.

“I had to leave because I couldn’t stand seeing the guys look at you like that. I couldn’t control myself. And, if I’d have stayed in that room for one more second with you looking at me like that, I would have fucked you in front of all those people, and I don’t think you would have approved.” He let out a small laugh. His now messy hair fell over your cheek, tickling it. The thought of him taking you, claiming you, in front of that full crowd made you blush.

“Oh really, Sergeant?’ you looked up at him innocently through your full, wispy lashes and bit your lip suggestively, teasing him, and testing the waters.

“Stop. Don’t do that to me, doll.” His tone almost like a warning.

“Stop what? Stop this?” you bit your lip again and Bucky pulled you in for another mind blowing, universe halting kiss. More needy and desperate than the first. His hand trailed up your body and landed on your chest, softly kneading your breast, feeling your sensitive nipple harden under his touch. You moaned into his mouth from the sudden contact and he growled in response, feeling it vibrate against your lips, the feeling at the bottom of your abdomen grew stronger. He pulled away and grabbed your hand, dragging you through the crowd, into the lobby of the grand building.

“Bucky, where are we going?” you squeezed his hand and he pulled you into an embrace, nuzzling his face into your neck to find your sweet spot, kissing and nibbling at it, driving you crazy.

“Home, baby girl. I’m not letting you out of my sight tonight,” he whispered into your ear. He spoke the words in such a seductive and domineering tone, that they went straight to your core. You clenched your thighs together in hope to get some relief, but no such luck. You start to feel your arousal seep into your panties and instantly knew you’d been defeated.

‘Shit, I’m in deep.’

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I Don't Know How To Stay

*This is lowkey based off of Lorde’s song - “Green Light”

Warnings:  heartbreak, and I guess this qualifies as angst

Originally posted by hunterchesters

You had been dating Dean Winchester for a couple months, if you could call it dating.  I mean, you had  hunted together for years, and you had no doubt that he loved you, but you didn’t do the normal things that couples do.  Obviously.  

You were fine with that life.  For a while.  You understood that the Winchesters led a complicated life, and that caused a tremendous amount of stress, but you were completely done with having to pick up a drunk Dean every night at the nearest bar.  At the same time, it had been such a long time since you had been completely on your own.

Sam understood your problems, and tried to help, but it didn’t really work.  He and you would often have talks about Dean, his drinking and staying out late, but Sam didn’t understand the real problem.  The real problem was that, even though Dean had known you for years, you weren’t enough to keep him out of the bar every night.  And it killed you.

There was a routine.  You would wake up, without Dean being next to you.  Like he should be.  He would already be up, drinking his coffee and whiskey.  You, Dean, and Sam would read lore or work on a case, then after a day of headache-causing work, you and Sam would stay at the bunker or motel and watch a movie.  At about 8, Dean would decide to go out to the nearest bar, and get drunk.  After about three or four hours, Sam would be passed out, and you were sick of worrying.  Time to go find Dean. Woohoo.

You walked into the bar, and immediately saw Dean about to pass out in the corner with a bottle of whiskey.  

“Alright, Dean, let’s go,” you said, with an annoyed voice, not that he could tell.  “Y/N, just leave me alone and go back to the bunker,” Dean said, with slurred words.

“Dean I really need to talk to you, and that requires you to be sober, so lets go,” you said, calmly.

“Fine,” Dean said, clearly annoyed.

As you drove home in Baby, you listened to constant driving tips from your drunk passenger.  When you got home, you put Dean to bed and laid out two Advil and some water on his nightstand.  “Goodnight Dean, love you,” you said, knowing that he was already asleep.

The next morning, you were the first awake, to your surprise.  You got up as quietly as you could, trying not to wake Dean, and went to go make breakfast. Sam was up soon after you, sitting down to read some lore.  Sam was practically your best friend, and you knew you could trust him.  You finally let go, of all of it.

“Sam, I’m worried.  I’m worried about him.  There’s rarely a night when I don’t have to go pick him up, drunk as he can be.  It’s not good for him, and I’m scared.  I’m scared for him, for me, for us, and I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”  you said, breaking into tears.  

Sam walked over and made you look him in the eyes and said, “Y/N, I know.  I know how hard it is, I’ve dealt with his problems for as long as I can remember.  And I know that you shouldn’t have to deal with it, and it’s your decision, I’ll help you find another place to stay if you need to leave,”.

But that was the thing, you didn’t want to leave.  Dean was the best thing that ever happened to you, at some point in your life.  Not anymore though, and it killed you to admit it.  

“Okay, but I need to talk to Dean and tell him about what’s going on,” you said, drying your eyes.

Dean woke up about that time and stumbled into the kitchen. You poured him a cup of coffee and served him breakfast, which he declined. “Dean can we talk?” you said nervously. “About what?” he said, clearly agitated. “Come on.” You walked into your shared bedroom, Dean sluggishly following you. Annoyed as he could be. “I don’t know any other way to say this, but, Dean I’m worried about you and…” he cut you off, “You don’t need to worry about me Y/N. I’m fine.” You quickly said back, “But Dean, I am. I’m worried all the time. If you’re not drinking, you’re engulfing yourself in a case. You don’t sleep more than 5 hours a night, and you never have time for me or Sam anymore,” you said, breaking into tears once again. “And I don’t know what to do anymore, Dean! I understand you have a lot going on right now, but you don’t have to do this! And- and think I need to leave.“ “Y/N, don’t leave, I love you,” Dean said, honestly. “I don’t know how to stay.” From that day on, you and Dean never talked again, as much as it hurt you. Sam checked in on you occasionally, and you him, but things were never the same, and you could never let go.