flies will come into your mouth

But what if the princess was in the tower because she was the dragon?

Like the queen gives birth and oops it’s this adorable little scaley lizard with tiny wings that she can never quite seem to fold right

None of the King’s advisors or doctors can explain it, no one can remember anyone who might have cursed the royal family, plus sire she’s clearly yours still I mean look at those eyes

They just kind of accept it and keep her in a tower so no one tries to slay her

The queen or castle servants reading bedtime stories to the toddler princess, who’s made a nest of her favorite toys and some jewelery she stole off her mother, and when she laughs little puffs of smoke come out of her mouth

The king being so proud when she flies across the room for the first time

And once the princess comes of age, confused knights breaking into the tower to find a twenty foot long dragon sitting at the vanity getting her horns polished by her handmaidens

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oh wow, I was not expecting this to be popular at all @_@

Due to popular demand I am… going to attempt writing this. By all means, that doesn’t mean anyone else who said they wanted to or who might already be doing so has to stop, especially because I’m sure we’ll have different takes on it. Just, yes, I am going to write it, and yes it will probably take a while but you’ve all gotten me excited enough that I really want it to be a thing, one way or another.

best of me | (m)

pairing— park jimin x reader | feat. jung hoseok
genre/warnings— angst, implied smut, mature content, unrequited love, cheating, friends to lovers, mixed povs
words— 7,554

:: summary— Jimin has been in love with you, his best friend, since as long as he can remember. Struggling with his feelings he makes a terrible mistake, but maybe there’s a silver lining…? Maybe he can make you see what’s right in front of you…

note inspired by treat you better // serendipity // lean on me

:: prequel drabble here.

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Romanian Fun

Request: Hiii, are u taking request? If you are not feel free to just ignore this ☺️ could you do a Sebastian x Reader where they are in an interview about civil war or infinity war idk and he says something to her in Romanian (dirty or not) and he is surprised when she answers and Romanian because he didn’t know she could speak it

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: fun n stuff, language, hints @ smut

A/N: I get a little uncomfortable when writing for a celebrity. Like I’m fine writing for the celebrities characters that they have played in movies but when it comes to them specifically, I dunno. I don’t really know how to explain it.

p.s. all the Romanian spoken in this is from google so don’t come at me.

p.p.s. the ending insinuates smut so if any of want, you can write it and I’ll be happy to reblog :)

“Now let’s welcome our special guests, the cast of Captain America: Civil War!” you hear Jimmy Fallon’s voice and a crew member gives you a signal to start walking out. “Ladies and gentlemen, say hello to Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr, Scarlett Johansson, Anthony Mackie, Jeremy Renner, Elizabeth Olsen, Sebastian Stan and Y/N Y/L/N!”

You all walk over to the couches and you end up sitting between Sebastian and Elizabeth. Once you all are situated, Jimmy starts.

“It’s such an honor to have you all here tonight.” He smiles.

“I was debating whether or not to come.” Robert says. “I was gonna blow thing whole thing off for pizza but Chris wouldn’t let me.”

The audience erupts in laughter and Chris shakes his head.

“Chris is one of those ‘keep-to-the-schedule’ type of guy. He keeps us on track.” Jeremy adds.

Chris chuckles. “I’m a proud, organized, team leader!”

“Woah, woah, woah, who said you were the team leader?” Anthony questions and you playfully scoff.

“Anthony, we probably wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for Chris.”

The audience laughs again.

“You make a valid point, Y/N.” Anthony points to you while nodding his head.

The laughter dies down and Jimmy smooths out the front of his suit before leaning against the desk he was sat at.

“Alright, so, tell me about the filming…”

The interview goes on, everyone making jokes and laughing every now and then until the spotlight hits Sebastian.

“So, Sebastian, it’s no secret that you speak Romanian, correct?” Jimmy folds his hands on the desk as he waits for Sebastian to respond.

“Correct.” The brunette nods.

“Would you mind speaking some for us?”

“Right now? Oh, I don’t know I kind of-”

“Aw c’mon!” Jimmy then turns to the audience. “Do you want Sebastian to speak Romanian?”

The crowd goes wild with cheers and whistles and screams – even your friends are cheering him on. Sebastian lets out a laugh and tucks his hair behind his ear before nodding.

“Alright, alright, I’ll do it.” the crowd cheers again and Sebastian looks over at Jimmy. “What do you want me to say?”

“Anything. Say anything you wa- actually, I’ve just thought of something better.” He says. “Choose someone, anyone, and tell them what you’re thinking about this very moment.”

Sebastian smiles. “Alright, should be easy…” he pretends to think about who he was going to choose before shifting in his seat so that he was facing you.

“Oh boy, here they go.” Robert teases.

Now, there’s no doubt that something was going on between the two of you. Nothing major though, just flirting here and there. Your costars could sense the tension between the two of you whenever you were in a room with each other. You liked Sebastian and Sebastian liked you but nothing had come from that. Yet.

“Mă gândesc să scot rochia de pe tine chiar acum.” (I’m thinking about ripping that dress off you right now).

You breathe in sharply, the tone of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Ți-ar plăcea asta, nu-i așa?” (you’d like that, wouldn’t you?). He continues.

Sebastian scoots closer and drapes an arm around you innocently.

“Nu știi cât de prost vreau să te duc acum.” (you don’t know how badly I want to fuck you right now).

You gulp and look up at Sebastian who was smirking at you.

Glancing around you see everyone with their eyes on the two of you, waiting for a reaction from you. You clear your throat and smile at the brunette beside you. “Vom avea o mulțime de timp pentru asta după acest interviu.” (we’ll have plenty of time for that after this interview).

Sebastian’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open at your response all while everyone else goes crazy, cheering and clapping.

“It looks like you’re not the only one who can speak Romanian, Seb.” Scarlett smirked.

“He’s speechless, look at him!” Elizabeth points out and your friends burst into laughter.

Anthony waves a hand at Sebastian while trying to contain his laughter. “Close your mouth seabass, you don’t wanna catch flies.”

Sebastian snaps out of it and regains his composure.

“What did you say?” Jimmy asked, still trying to control his laughter.

Sebastian licks his lips, cheeks tinted pink as he steals a glance at you. “I asked her how her pussy was doing.”

Everyone fell back into laughter and Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“Sebastian!” Jimmy exclaimed while laughing. “This is a PG-13 show!”

“Wha- oh come on! I was talking about her cat, you perv! Get your mind out of the gutter!” the brunette joked.

Once the laughter died down, Jimmy moves onto the next topic. While he talked to Robert and Chris about their characters rivalry, Sebastian leans in towards you.

“You and me, after this interview, right?” he whispered.

You giggle. “You gotta take me out to dinner first, Stan.”

Sebastian bites his lip, ghosting over your ear. “You’ve got yourself a deal, baby.”


A/N: I just really love Jimmy Fallon o k a y

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keep quiet (m)

Originally posted by nnochu

pairings: jungkook x reader

genre: smut and ceo!au

word count: 3,473

a/n: im back after like a 4 month break lolol !! this is for @jinxkook​ idk how i wrote this and yeah lemme cry for a bit. (ignore this part if you wanna but here’s a lil disclaimer)

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I Like It When You Do That (Isaac Lahey)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Summary: However this ends, he’s a fool if he does nothing or a fool if he gives into the sweetness of temptation.

Author’s Note: I’m glad I’m finally done with this story. I had debated on a while on how far to take this. But I’m glad that I decided to push the envelope and go all the way with the smut. Enjoy!


Nights like this were always innocent.

They would curl up under the covers of her bed and watch movies until they both fell asleep. Suspicions never rose when they spent hours together behind her bedroom door; often times it wouldn’t open until the early hours of the morning and it was time for Isaac to leave so he could head home to get ready for school. It was entirely innocent…until it wasn’t. Her parents should have expected that it would turn out that way eventually.

The night starts out like every other one. They had watched two movies and thirty minutes into the third (some French film remake with an obscenely long title), she was sound asleep. The movie was a thriller; it was on the subtler side but the heroine was hot and that kept his attention mostly.

Then there was a sex scene. Of course there was a sex scene. Not that he was complaining too much. The guy okay looking, but seeing the actress naked, enjoying being eaten out, being thrust into from behind—the whole scene made his cock twinge with desire.

Isaac feels a shift beside him. Looking down, he sees [Name] burrowing herself further into the covers of her bed. Lying on her side with one arm tucked under the pillow and her legs pulled towards her stomach, she looked like an angel. She looked so peaceful (and not his girl) and there was a desire in his blood to touch her. It should never have been a thought that entered his mind. It was wrong. She was his friend and asleep, and he was turned on by a movie. He should have just gone to bathroom to jack off. Isaac licks his lips as his eyes travel across her sleeping form.

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Requested: #30. “Darling, we’re going to be- wow.” & #39. “It’s taking everything that I’ve got to not fuck you right here, right now.” From the prompt list. Thanks for requesting! x


Today was the day of the official Dunkirk Premiere. Harry had been buzzing all week, talking about how excited he was for Y/N to finally be able to watch him in action.

“Yeh almost ready, sweetheart?” He calls from downstairs, pacing around the room as the nerves start to build up.

“Give me a second, just touching up my make-up!” Harry sighed at your response, shaking his head slightly before taking a seat on your shared sofa.

Ten minutes had past and you still hadn’t come down, “Darling, we’re going to be- wow.” He sucked in a breath once you came into view. You wore a long, silky red dress that had a slit on the left side, exposing from the top of your thigh to the bottom on your feet. Your hair was perfectly curled as you made you way down the stairs.

“You best close that mouth of yours, don’t want to be eating any flies now do we?” You chuckle, placing a kiss to his cheek before grabbing your bag. 

“Yeh look incredible.” He finally says once you both reach the elevator, his hand finding it’s way around your waist, pulling you closer to his side before dipping his head down, “It’s takin’ everything that I’ve got to not fuck yeh right here, right now.” His voice raspy as his warm breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Keep it together, H.” You smile up through your eyelashes. The elevator doors finally open, allowing the both of you to enter. It was silent at first, both of you didn’t know what to say, secret glances were shared as the both of you remained still.

“Fuck it.” He grunts, pushing you forcefully back onto the elevator walls, you let out a huff before his lips attacked yours, his tongue immediately roams your mouth, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck. His hands trailing down your body, taking in every curve before landing on your exposed thigh, his cold rings against your skin was enough to leave you dripping. The familiar sound of the bell, indicating that you were on the ground floor, chimed through your ears. You both split, you quickly fix up your hair before the two doors open once again.

“We’ll finish that tonight, yeah?” He winks, wrapping his arm around your waist.


This is what I’ve always wanted.

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Haircut

A cute little fic where Baz gets a haircut and Simon just can’t hold his tongue anymore.

Simon

My hand automatically flies to my side to summon my sword when I open my bedroom door and see someone I don’t recognize.

His back is facing me, and when he hears me come in he whips around. “Woah there, Snow, no need for the sword.”

My eyes grow wide and my jaw drops. It’s Baz. Except he’s cut his long black locks short, that’s why I didn’t recognize him. I’m speechless. He was attractive before but now he’s..I don’t even have words for it.

Beautiful. Gorgeous. Perfect.

“Close your mouth before flies get in there, Snow.” His hands move up to tug at his newly short hair and I can’t stop staring. His eyes look bigger without hair falling in them and I never noticed before but his eyebrows are bloody perfect.

“You-You,” I don’t even know what I’m trying to say but whatever it is won’t come out anyway. “Yes?” He questions with a cock of one of his perfect eyebrows. “You cut your hair.” I manage to spurt out.

He smirks. Dear Merlin, he looks good. “Very observant aren’t you?” He says in a sarcastic tone. He walks from where he was standing in front of the wardrobe to sit on his bed. I go to sit on my own.

“When did you decide to do that?” I’m still staring at him. I cannot believe how good he looks, he’s got his short locks pushed up into a quiff. “Just today.” He touches his hair again self-consciously. This is a side of Baz I’ve never seen, he seems nervous.

I want so badly to tell him that it looks good but I don’t want it to come out the wrong way, so instead I just keep my mouth shut.

We’re just sitting on our beds staring at each other for what seems like an eternity. Baz scratches the back of his head and breaks our eye contact. “Well, I better get going, see you later Snow.”

He gets up and begins walking toward the door. I can’t let him leave without telling him, it’ll eat me alive. “Baz, wait.” He stops in front of the door and turns around with a curious look on his face. I don’t like how far away I am from him, so I get up and walk toward him.

“It looks good.” I say, shoving my hands in my pockets so I don’t reach up and touch his hair. He gives me a confused look. “Your hair, your hair looks good.” I pull a hand out of my pocket and point stupidly at his head.

He gives me a look and I can’t describe, it’s something between longing and hurt. And Merlin and Morgana, when a slight blush begins to form on the tops of his cheeks, I almost lose it.

“Thanks Snow, I have to go.” He turns but I don’t want him to leave. I reach out and grab his wrist. “Stay.” I whisper. I don’t know what exactly I mean by it, all I know is that I don’t want him to leave, not now.

He doesn’t turn around, just stands there with my fingers wrapped around his wrist. Suddenly I feel ridiculous and take my hand away.

“What do you want Snow?” He turns around and I realize his eyes are the color of the sky on a stormy day. “Nothing, I don’t want anything, I just-” I stop myself, I’ve never been good with words and right now is no exception.

“You what?” He grabs the wrist that I was holding and begins rubbing it, like I hurt him. I don’t ever want to hurt him. “I-” I start again, and fail again. “Spit it out, Snow.”

“I like looking at you.” I don’t want to see the look of disgust he’s about to give me so I look at the floor. For a while all I hear from him is shallow breathing.

“Simon.” He breathes rather than says. It sends shivers through my whole body, he’s never called me Simon before. “Yea?” I reply, keeping my eyes glued to the floor.

“Look at me.” he says quietly, it makes my heart fall to my feet. But I don’t want to, can’t, look at him. I can’t be looking into his eyes when he spits his venomous rejecting words at me. “No.” I say simply. The way I say it reminds me of a child on the verge of crying.

“Fine, I’ll just have to make you.” He says before taking my face in both his hands and kissing me so hard I forget who I am for a second. I never realized it before this moment, but I’ve wanted this for a long time. I wrap my arms around his middle and bring him closer.

He slowly leans out of the kiss, leans in close to my ear and whispers “I like looking at you too.”

Curls (Shawn Mendes Smut)

requested: eh… not really.

pairing: reader x Shawn

warnings: smut

a/n: this is based off of a conversation @starrynightshawn & I had over the personal offense we took upon learning that Shawn cut his hair. Let me know what you think!

(picture is not mine- credits go to owner)

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The Shy One // Stanley Uris

Word Count- 1255

Summary- You’re a shy loser, and you surprise the group after Richie makes a few comments

Warnings; N/A

A/n; WOW I’M ACTUALLY POSTING AN IMAGINE?! WOW! (catch is I didn’t proofread so it’s probably terrible but hey its a post!!)

Requested; Yes!

req;  hi! can i request Stan Uris x fem! reader where the reader is really shy and one day richie is making inappropriate comments about her and stan and she totally goes off on richie and stan thinks it’s the cutest thing ever? lmao i just thought this would be cute idkk

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Today, the Losers’ club had decided to go swimming at the Quarry. This wasn’t a one-time occurrence; in fact, they went quite often. Only typically, you didn’t like going swimming with the boys because of how shy you were. Being the only girl in the club didn’t help, because, well, I think you get the idea. But today, the boys had invited Beverly Marsh, who happened to be one of your close friends, so you’d agreed to come.

You bid your parents goodbye, telling them you’d be home later. You skipped out of the house, jumping on your bike, and riding to Beverly’s house. The two of you had made plans to bike down together, because her dad likely wouldn’t have let her go out to meet boys alone. He actually liked you, probably only because you were a girl. “Hey, Bev!” You greeted, and you two shared a quick hug before biking up to the Quarry. Upon arriving, you saw all the boys were there, in their underwear. Including him. You blushed, looking away.

Beverly sent you a knowing look. She was the only one who knew of your feelings towards a certain tall, lanky, curly haired brunette. That’s right. You liked the one and only, Stan ‘The Man’ Uris. You had for years; but you were much too shy to even think about saying anything. You struggled to actually have a normal conversation with him, let alone confess the feelings you’d bottled up for so long. Besides, he wouldn’t like you back. He probably liked someone like Beverly.

Nonetheless, you snapped out of your thoughts when Beverly began to undress. Then it hit you. You were going to be almost naked in front of Stan. The thought alone made you turn red and cross your arms over your chest subconsciously. “Come on, Y/N!” Beverly whispered, excitedly. “Let’s show these boys who’s boss!” You laughed at her attitude, but hesitantly did as told. You dropped your clothes, and were now standing in your underwear. You took in a shaky breath, and Beverly looked at you concerned.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” She asked, worriedly. “Just a bit nervous..” you said, glancing at stan, quickly returning your gaze to the ground, hoping Beverly didn’t see. She did. “Hey, it’s okay. Well go together, okay? Here, take my hand.” She said, offering her hand. You gladly took it, smiling thankfully at her. “3..” Beverly started, and you got ready to run. “2..” She looked at you, and you nodded. “1!” she screamed, and you both took off towards the edge.

“Look out, losers!” Beverly called, and all the boys looked at the two of you, eyes wide when they saw your undergarments. They didn’t have long to process it, though, because you took off, jumping right off the edge. “What the fuck?!” Richie exclaimed, making you giggle, and you hit the water with a huge splash. You laughed as you surfaced for air, high-fiving Beverly. “That was awesome!” You exclaimed, adrenaline rushing through you.

Richie looked to Stan, whose cheeks had flushed and his eyes were glued to you, blown wide and his jaw slack. “Hey bird boy, close your mouth. You’ll catch flies!” Richie called, laughing along with the other losers, while stan broke out of his stupor. “Wouldn’t want Y/N to think you’re stalking her!” “Shut up, Richie.” Stan said, rolling his eyes, and acting as if he didn’t care. He did. “So, um, do we have to do that?” Stan asked, changing the subject and looking down at the water nervously.

You glanced up and giggled at the awestruck expressions of the group of boys, pointing it out to Bev. She looked up, rolling her eyes at the hesitant looks on their faces. “Come on, sissies!” She yelled, and you could see (even from so far down) the boys gulp and take a leap off. You cheered as they came down, particularly loud as Stan landed with a splash.

The seven of you splashed around happily, having the time of your lives. Richie, Beverly, Bill and Ben were began wrestling in the water, while Eddie watched from a safe distance, making sure no one got hurt. Typical Eddie. You and Stan were chatting quietly amongst yourselves, and you were enjoying every bit of it. It was hard for you usually to find conversations with your shy nature, even with Beverly sometimes. Though right in this moment, you felt fine. Everything was perfect.

You all climbed out of the water, smiling and laughing as you all made your way up the large hill once again. As you reached the top, the group decided to stay and hang out for a bit longer while the seven of you dried off. you and Bev laying down on the ground to tan while the boys opted for sitting on the big rocks to dry off.

“You know, Stan, if you’re gonna keep staring at Y/N, at least do it subtly!” Richie whispered, though everyone heard the comment. You and Stan turned bright red, you immediately covering your chest with your arms, suddenly wanting to disappear. “Shut up, Richie.” Stan mumbled, mortified and angered.  “What? I’m just saying! You’re practically undressing her with your eyes; even though she’s basically naked right in front of us!”

A sudden anger flared within you, and you weren’t sure where it came from, but the thought wasn’t really that important as your anger bubbled over. “First of all, Mr Richard Tozier, I’m right here, and I’m not some object you can talk right over and toss around like a toy. I’m a person, a human being, and if you have a problem with me or have something to say to me, say it to my face, trashmouth. Just because I’m shy, doesn’t mean I’m incapable. Oh, and by the way, I didn’t see you looking away from Beverly and I either, so I wouldn’t be talking. Just so you know, Sunglasses are see-through.”

Everyone was silent. The shy girl they all knew, the one that never quite fit in, yet was their missing puzzle piece, was not the girl they’d just seen. “Well, shit.” Eddie whispered, astonished. Richie, for once, was speechless. “Damn, girl.” Beverly said, clapping her best friend on the back proudly. Stan, who knew what was going through his mind. His expression blank, but if you looked close enough into his eyes, you could practically see the rush of thoughts flying through. He was stunned.

Stan always knew he liked you; that much was obvious. Your quiet, adorably shy nature always appealed to him. Seeing this side to you, however, sparked something in him. He’d never seen, or even imagined, that you could’ve done something as amazing as shutting up THE trashmouth Tozier. He was proud. In a spur of the moment, Stan stood up, walking over to where you stood face to face with Richie, grabbing your waist and spinning you around, smashing his lips to yours.

Again, Silence. As it sunk it, you quickly kissed back, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment. All the previous anger you’d felt against Richie melted away within the few seconds your lips were pressed gently against Stan’s amazingly soft ones. “Holy shit, he actually did it! He kissed her!” Richie exclaimed, astonished. A chorus of cheers and whoops followed suit, and as you and Stan pulled away, looking at each other with a soft smile, you both turned to Richie, yelling in perfect sync. “Shut up, Richie!”

Flirt - Theo Raeken

Originally posted by onlyharryforever

warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual activities, lotso alcohol so underaged drinking, very belated request
word count: 4535 (THATS WHAT IM TALKIN ABOUT I WROTE IT IN 1 DAY)
requested by anon! again sorry the request took me forever to get to ya, but i didn’t forget! although I did change some things around… hope you still like it tho


“Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist right?”

 You turned from where you stood on the steps of the school, and rose an eyebrow at Theo Raeken.  He winked, bounding up the stairs towards you.  “And how are you this mornings, darling flower?” You rolled your eyes, but let him walk next to you anyways.

 “I am absolutely wonderful now that I have Mr Raeken escorting me into the building.  And you?”

 “Well I do find myself fancying walking with you, flower” He replied.  You laughed to yourself as you headed into the school.

 “Nice chatting as always Raeken.  See you later”

 “Adios Chica”

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Scaredy Cat - Leonard McCoy

Summary: Power goes out on the Enterprise while you’re in a much dreaded physical. You’re afraid of a lot of things, including the dark. But Bones is there for you. (requested by @outside-the-government)

Warnings: Language

A/N: first bones fic in ages whooooo


Even the nurse that retrieved you saw it. The paled knuckles, the colorless lips, the thin sheen of sweat. You were sure she could hear it, too. The labored and elongated breaths, the soft words of encouragement you gave yourself, the swish of your red uniform as you constantly adjusted the fabric which had never felt so tight.

You stayed a few steps behind her, unable to return the smiles passing physicians and nurses sent you in greeting. You nodded when she said something to you, something you didn’t catch beyond a hum, and entered the exam room as soon as the door swished open.

You shut your eyes as you as you stepped in, the lights seemingly brighter in the small room than the other parts of the medbay. You jumped at the sound of the door hissing shut, your eyes snapping open.

“You all right there, sweetheart? Lookin’ a little pale.”

You shook your head, placing your hand on Leonard’s shoulder as he approached you, his head tilted. You met his deep hazel eyes and let a breath leave your parted lips. “You know this stuff freaks me out. Doctors, and what not.”

“Just a physical,” he told you, his eyes not wavering from you even when you found it difficult to keep your gaze steady. “No hypos today.”

You managed a smile at that. “Promise?”

“Cross my heart,” he smiled back. He motioned to the flat biobed before facing the counter and washing his hands. “Strange two of the only people I can tolerate on this floatin’ metal disease incubator are terrified of doctors.”

You hopped onto the bed and gripped the edge of it with all your might, letting out a deep exhale. You watched the blue uniform wrinkle and stretch with his every movement, you tried to concentrate on that. “Yeah, it’s a little ironic.”

He hummed as he faced you again, one of his signature scowls over his lips— it was a neutral scowl, though, not one of particular discontent. “And you’d think after my lifelong search for irony, I’d be a li’l more satisfied ‘bout things turnin’ out this way.”

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Feeling Heartbreak..

Originally posted by spiderster

^ tbh this scene had me cryinggggg. His tears looked so genuine. 

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter and Reader are out on a date. Peter’s spidey senses aren’t quick enough in an attack causing the Reader to die… won’t say how so read (,:

Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL. Plus Tom swears too :,) Mentions of death. Angst,sadness, all the :( emotions. I cried while writing it. I’m just emotionally unstable but..I still cried like a lil bitchh.

Word Count:1,219 (so short :,( I’m sorry you guys..)

A/N: Writing this while i’m doing leg press and leg workouts. This has no connection to my Deadly Sins post btw :)

[Reader’s POV]

“Peter! Let me go” you laugh trying to get out of his grip.

“You can never escape the clutches of your precious boyfriend” he teases tickling you more. You had no strength compared to his Spidey strength.

  Tonight was your date night and Peter always tried making it fun for the both of you. We graduated High School together six months ago. Peter was going to have to leave Queens and join the Avengers. You knew it was going to be hard without him being around. He distracted you from your awful life at home. Peter made your life seem a lot brighter than the dull one you have. He distracted you from depression and abusive parents.

  Even though Peter’s identity was figured out when a villain attacked him at school our senior year. Mr. Stark had to announce he was joining the Avengers as Spider-Man.  Sure people at school freaked but it wasn’t insane. He didn’t get that much attention besides having to move to a new place with his Aunt May for their safety.

Life was good with Peter, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“I love you babygirl” Peter grins bringing your hand up and kissing the back of your palm. The gesture immediately bringing a smile to your face. The two of you walked to your favorite spot in the park. Hand in hand,enjoying each others touch. Peter’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink after you place a kiss to his cheek.

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anonymous asked:

my only desire in life is to have harry unbearably horny for me. like, just imagine him eyeing you as soon as he wakes up because for some reason he's craving your sweet cunt even more than usual. it starts with him getting a bit hands-on and you're just giggling because you're so unaware of the effect you have on him. I WANT

OH GOD

“What’s gotten into you?” you’re snickering as his large palms sweep up under your shirt and brush against your breasts, “You’ve been up for ten minutes and you’ve already tried to grope me at least seven times.”

“Can’t help it,” Harry mumbles, resting his forehead upon your shoulder. His thumb and index finger come together to cheekily pinch at your left nipple, and your body twitches as a gasp flies from your mouth. You can feel his lips curve up into a smug smirk, and he subconsciously presses his groin a bit more securely against your ass.

“Harry,” you whine, “I’m tired.”

“Me too, but you’re makin’ me mad, love,” he says, acting as though he has no control over his actions, “Jus’ wanna be close to you.”

“You are,” you point out, but he shakes his head, his short, wavy hair tickling the back of your neck. 

“Closer,” he utters, “Wanna feel yeh, all snug an’ tight ’round me. ‘M aching fo’ it.” 

To emphasize his point, he reaches for your hand, guiding it so that you can feel the slight bulge in his briefs. His cock twitches when you let out a soft “oh”, your fingers reflexively curling around his girth. Harry lets out a quiet, pained groan, his tongue flicking out to lick at your shoulder before he’s sucking a bruise into the skin. 

“Understand now?” he asks, and you nod, eyes fluttering shut. Harry smiles, satisfied because he knows that he’s got you right where he wants you.

“Good. Know you’re tired, pet, but don’t worry. I’ll do all the work.” 

Novocaine-Chapter 9

Summary, Dean tries to pull you back.

Pairings: Bucky x reader, Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Swearing

WOrd Count: 1499

Deans POV

He had grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet hidden on the far side of the lounge, and contemplates commandeering the couch to drink himself into blissful oblivion. It was something he would do at the bunker, but a nagging thought at the back of his mind had him hesitating. He could smell the danger, feel the corrosive quality of despair in the air. It was something he was intimately acquainted with.

Loss, heartache, anguish.

He takes a swing from the bottle, the amber liquid burning a comforting path down his throat, extinguishing the roaring fire in his chest. The hole you left was filled to the brim with alcohol and regret. He knew he didn’t deserve a second chance, hell, he hadn’t deserved the first chance with you. He was Dean Winchester, hells favorite toy and heavens favorite scapegoat. He broke everything he touched. People died when they got to close, it was a family trait.

Dad, Jo, Ellen, Bobby, Aileen, he begins to list before he cuts himself off, not having the strength to go down that particular rabbit hole. He gulps down another swallow, the persistent feeling something had gone balls up making his skin crawl. He scans the room quickly, fingering the butt of his gun that’s tucked safely in the waistband of his jeans. It brings a modicum of comfort.

His shoulders relax and he shrugs it off, chalking it up to a new place, new surroundings, new people. He strolls down the hallway, coming across a roof access sign, peers up the stairs, making out faint yelling coming from the roof. His hunter instincts kicking into full swing. He races up the stairs, the whiskey bottle crashing heavily to the ground as he runs, his heart beating wildly with adrenalin as he reaches the top.

It shudders and nearly stops in his chest as he takes in his surroundings.

The super doosh is back peddling, yelling desperately at you to calm down. He’s begging and pleading, not knowing how to handle a full Shadow melt down. It’s the sight of you that does his head in.

The anguish on your face breaks his heart, the pain conveyed in your muscles sets his teeth on edge. Your hair whipping around your face, a broken, prolonged scream leaving your lips as you hover a few feet in the air, chunks of concrete vibrating dangerously threatening to punch a hole through someone’s head. Your features are dulled and blurred, not a speck of discernible humanity can be found. Your pain has taken form, the air around you is dark and menacing.

A feeling of deep unbounding sorrow leaks into him, settling in his bones. He sucks in a breath, taking a step forward only to be yanked back by the super doosh. “You wanna lose the other hand, too?” he snaps at Bucky his eyes planted firmly on the flesh hand of the super soldier.

“She’ll tear you to pieces!” Bucky yells, almost frantic with panic.

“Super soldier or not,” Dean says calmly, “I will shoot you in the face if you don’t let go.” He rips his hand out of Bucky’s grasp when it loosens, striding forward confidently. It wasn’t the first time he had pulled you back, he just hoped you still felt enough for him for his plan to work.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says softly, placing a single finger on the inside of your wrist.

Your head snaps toward him, a dull flicker of recognition in your eyes.

“It’s okay, baby, you’re okay,” he says as he draws the finger up, slowly making his way toward your elbow.

You drop a few feet lower, your eyes begging, pleading for something, anything to make it stop.

Dean grits his teeth against the emotion he finds there, the brokenness of your soul crying out to his own battered one.

You shut your eyes tightly, almost vibrating with power.

He ducks as a piece of debris when it flies past his face. “You’re okay. Breathe. Just breathe. Open your eyes. Come back. It’s okay. It’s over now. You’re okay. Wake up. Please wake up. Don’t do this to me. C’mon, baby. Fight! Don’t do this to me! I love you so much. Come back!” he begs, moving in front of you, grabbing both of your hands in his.

Your eyes fly open, your mouth falls into a silent scream as the power seems to drain out of you. Floating lightly to the roof, the clunking of concrete hitting the ground goes largely ignored as you gasp for air, like you’ve been winded, tugging your hands from Dean’s so you can place them on your knees. You suck in a last breath, and the tears begin to fall once more.

“I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry!” you whimper, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I didn’t mean too! I couldn’t control it! I’m so sorry!” you yell rapid fire, the words so garbled he can barely make it out. You’re nearly hyperventilating with the speed of your breaths, your chest rising quickly as you attempt to rein yourself in. Your eyes are wild, hair a mess, shaking violently with guilt.

Having seen enough, Dean sinks to his knees in front of you, and rests his head on your abdomen. Gently, almost reverently, his hands wrap around your slender ankles as he waits for you to come back. Your breathing seems to even out some at his touch, and he thanks Chuck, and Cas, and anyone who’s listening that he could still bring you back.

“It’s been seven years, and I still regret what happened at the field that day. It was never suppose to play out that way. We were never supposed to play out that way,” he says slowly, enunciating every word so you would hear and understand him. “Next to Sam, you and Cas are the closest thing I have to family. I’d do anything, anything to take it back.” Ignoring the burning tears in his eyes, he jumps slightly as you sink to your knees and wrap your arms around him.

You bury your face in his neck, crying noisily, the tears soaking into his red flannel shirt.

“I’m so sorry, baby, so sorry. I fucked up. Forgive me? Please say you’ll forgive me!” he says softly, stroking your hair. “I know the hurt I caused, I know the pain, and I’m sorry,” he continues. “Lisa wasn’t who I wanted, wasn’t who I needed. I did it for Sam. The dying wish of my brother. I was stupid to leave. I should have told him, should have made you mine,” he adds, his voice cracking with the weight of his guilt. “I regretted it the instant I left, the moment you disappeared from my rear view. But I felt like I couldn’t take it back. You deserved better than me, sweetheart, better than a Winchester. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’m asking for it anyway.”

When he gets no response, he does the only thing he can. He begins to sing.

The song that started it all.

Your song.

I can tell by the look in your eye
I can tell by the way you sigh
That you know I’ve been thinking of you
And you know what I want to do


Oh Jean

Your whimpers begin to quiet, your body relaxing slightly as he croons softly to you, feeling the spark of hope igniting in his chest as he continues to sing.

When you smile I see stars in the sky
When you smile I see sunrise
And I know you’ve been thinking of me
And I know how you want it to be

Oh Jean

When you sag completely, he picks you up bodily from his crouching position. You wrap your legs around his waist, his hand never leaving your hair.

He turns to face a solemn Bucky, and Dean shoots him the most venomous, hate filled look he can. Not bothering to speak to the Super Doosh, he walks past him, solely focused on you, and your wellbeing.

I can tell by the things you say
I can tell that you know the way
And I know what you want me to do
Oh, I’ve got hearts and flowers for you


He takes the stairs carefully, moving down the hallway, hoping he would run into someone who could tell him where you slept.

You needed time, you were a mess, needed comfort and by the looks of it, a couple of years of sleep and a tumbler of Whiskey.


If you leave me you’ll make me cry
When I think of you saying good bye
Oh the sky turns to a deeper blue
That’s - that’s how I’d feel if I lost you

Oh Jean

Whether forgiveness would be forthcoming… he would have to wait and see. For now, he was happy just to be taking care of you again, and keeping you away from the tin man.

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Mistake (Tom Holland x Reader)

I know this is a big stretch but like can you write like an imagine where Tom invites the reader to the BAFTAS to finally make a move on her but she meets another dude and dances with him (not grinding or anything weird cuz the reader is a child of Jesus and does not participate in that shit 👌🏼😂)and stuff like that and he’s kinda heartbroken and stuff (some emotional tom would be nice cuz Ima sucker for men showing emotion ;) ) idk you can write the rest cuz you the shit fam lmao xoxo💋

Originally posted by spideycentral

This was his chance. If he invites you to the Baftas as his date, you’d get the hint. He’s been trying to get you on a date with him since he was sixteen and now, at twenty, his chance has finally come. He knocks on your front door hesitantly and stood waiting. He knocks again a few minutes later when there is no movement behind the door. 

You open the door to him while wearing your fuzzy sweatpants and a tank top tucked in. Hair all mussed like you’ve been sleeping. He chuckles, “It’s three p.m. you know. You should be up by now.” “Don’t you start,” you complain with a smile, “Mum called me this morning at eight and told me the same thing.” He closes the door behind him and follows you to the kitchen. “Coffee or tea?” you ask. He stares at you as if he’s confused why you’re asking. You begin to make some tea.

o“Will you come to the BAFTAS as my date next week?” he asks hopefully. You drop the spoon and hastily go to pick it up again. “Sure, Tom, but uh, why?”. He doesn’t answer verbally, just shoots you a small smile.

*

Your red dress flows around your ankles, a sliver of skin showing just above your waist. Hair, makeup, and wardrobe done, you walk downstairs to greet Tom. When he sees you, he can’t help but gawk. Your hand raised to his jaw and pressed his mouth closed. “Keep your mouth closed or you’ll catch flies,” you tease. He takes your hand in his and leads you to the car, opening the door when you go to get in.

*

At least I won an award, Tom thinks, I’d have rather won her. You aren’t by Tom, instead, you’re dancing with a new man he had never met. He’s seen his face in a few movies, sure, but never met him in person. You hadn’t introduced them. The unnamed face flew in minutes ago and wrapped an arm around your waist to whisper secrets Tom wishes he knows into your ear. He led you to the dance floor at a quarter to eleven. It’s ten past now. 

Tom isn’t angry. He’s glad that you’ve met someone here who you can dance with elegantly. He’s glad that you can smile and laugh with someone here, and that he doesn’t hold you too close or in an inappropriate manner. He is happy that this man is a gentleman. He isn’t happy, however, that the man who gets to twirl you around the dance floor isn’t him. He’s not happy that you’re laughing and smiling lovingly at another person. He’s sad that it’s not him.

*

“How was your night?” you asked the next day when Tom delivered your Sunday coffee. He hummed and responded with an ‘alright, I guess. You?’

He regrets asking how your night was too. He regrets listening to it too intently. He can’t help it, though. He loves you, and you’re too enthralling to ignore. So what, you got his number. So what, you’ve got a date on Friday. He smiles at you because he knows that this is just a phase. He knows because you had to google his name.

anonymous asked:

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good morning, angel.”

Warnings: Smut!

Notes: I have a Kevin request coming up, so keep your eyes out. 



You came home from shopping one night, tired and exhausted. It had been a long day, especially when you bumped into paparazzi. After finally being official with dating Ezra Miller, the press has gone wild. Articles on him dating someone who isn’t famous, etc. Luckily, Ezra didn’t care. You met each other at a concert you both loved, and by the end of the night, you were inseparable.

You fiddled with the house keys, trying two of them before you could actually get the door open. You didn’t know, you never knew, if he was home yet because he has debuts, interviews, premieres, and more.

Walking in like you owned the place, you started singing, loudly, and very badly. “I’ve been there all night… Ariana
I’ve been there all day… Nicki Minaj
And boy, got me walkin’ side to side…
Let them hoes know…”

You took out the groceries from their paper bags and placed them on the bleached marble counter. You missed your baby, so to restore the empty feeling inside you, you texted.

‘Hey’

“I’m talkin’ to ya,
See you standing over there with your body,
Feeling like I wanna rock with your body…”
You belted from your gut, nodding your head to the beat as if you were listening to the song.

“Are you singing about me?” I heard a familiar voice from behind me, making you jump to a stop. A small shriek escaped your throat, who would’ve expected it. “Ezra…” You could feel your cheeks burn with an embarrassed scarlet blush. He begins to close the space between you and him, and you notice how pretty and beautiful he was.

His bone structure was fine and perfectly symmetrical, his rich chocolate locks curled into his eyes, and you can tell he hasn’t showered yet, but you didn’t care. The way he strode over to you made your heart drop down to your stomach, his head faintly cocked to the right, teeny smirk splayed on his lips.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and lightly pressed his lips upon yours, your fingers tugging on his hair. You pulled away, “Let me put,” Ezra kissed you again, not letting you finish. “the food away.”

Ezra gave you a friendly eye roll before turning to help out. “What’d you do today?” You questioned, taking the gallon of milk and placing it on the top shelf of the fridge. When you spun around to look at him, he was studying you, like the way you did when he walked to you. “Thought about you.” You saw the half smile pulling on Ezra’s lips, it was sincere. God, you love him.

After finishing up the groceries, you both had a moment of staring at each other. He raised an eyebrow in response to you biting your lip as sexily as you could. He prowled towards you, grabbing your ass and lifting you up to carry you. He brought you over to the bed, where he lay you down. You let out a satisfied gasp. Ezra unbuttoned and unzipped your denim shorts, leaving love bites on your neck. Your hands traveled down his back, and to the end of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He groaned, excited.

He pulls your shorts down a bit and sticks his index and middle finger in your panties. You’re already wet, which gets him hard. “Fuck.” He exhales, beginning to rub your clit in slow circular patterns, teasing you. Your chest expands, the fact that you were dating a celebrity was pure delirium, but the sex was blissful.

You drag your hands down his back, to his stomach, and to his bulge. You begin to palm him, slow at first, but progressively picked up speed. Ezra’s hips start to thrust against my hands, his erection hardening. He can’t take it anymore and undoes his jeans. He flips you over onto your stomach, kissing the back of your neck in the process.

He takes his hardened cock and slips into your slit, a hard swallow coming from him. “You’re so tight, baby.” A loud gasp flies from your mouth. Your head rolls back, eyes shut from the heavenly feeling of him inside you. He pressed deeper into you, a moan now trailing off your lips. “Ez.. Ezra.” You begged for him, “More… please.”

The whines that you wailed caused Miller to fasten the speed he pushed his cock inside you, so reckless that he fell out of your flower once or twice. You were both so into it, you had small beads of sweat falling down your cheek, his fingers were pressed hard into your sides, and you could feel the bruises already forming. You rolled your hips on his, the sensation becoming even more rapturous.

You could tell he was going to cum when his breathing started getting loud, and his thrusts were slowing down. “Y/N…” He moaned into your neck, keeping his girth inside you after his climax.

The two of you laid down for hours after that, naked, unaware of the world outside of the bedroom. You knew dating a celebrity would be wild, but nothing as unpredictable.

Ice Queen (Cheryl Blossom x Reader)

Summary: Cheryl Blossom, as we all know, is the queen bitch of Riverdale High. Some would even say she’s an Ice Queen. Well, everyone knows this except you, especially since your the only one she’s nice to, Like actually nice. You never questioned it, it was always your relationship with her, until your friends shared the well known news of her other personality. You go looking for answers from the source herself and soon learn why she’s only nice to you. 

Word Count: 1799


Cheryl Blossom was a cold hearted bitch to everyone she met. The spite and malice was hidden behind red lined lips and sparkling doe eyes but everyone knew who she was. Except you, because for some reason Cheryl Blossom never said a single hateful thing towards you. She was sweet and kind and one of the nicest people you’ve ever met. You always assumed people were just over exaggerating. That was until your friends saw how you two interacted and decided you had to learn the truth.

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Redecorating (Jason Todd x Reader)

Request from: @introvert-wallflower
Prompts: “Well obviously nothing is going on here!” and “By the look you’re giving me something is going on here!”
Warnings: Swearing.
A/N: My computer started acting up and I was starting to get really worried I was gonna lose everything and not be able to post this, lol. Sorry for the wait, I hope it’s worth it :)

You’re opening the door to your shared apartment with Jason when you hear the sounds of scrambling, things being knocked over, and just the sounds of a struggle in general. When you rush to the room all the noise was coming from, your eyes practically bulge out at the sight in front of you.

There’s blood drops here and there, the furniture is all skewed, and then there’s Jason who’s panting while leaning his entire body against the closet door, as though it’s the only thing keeping him standing. He smiles at you as though nothing’s out of the ordinary.

“Hey, babe!” He wheezes out between breaths. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here so soon.”

“Jason, what the fuck?” You say, staring at the bruises that are beginning to form on his face and arms. “What happened?”

He scoffs, “Pfft, what are you talking about? Nothing happened.”

“What’s all this then?”

“Our furniture.”

“Don’t you dare get smart with me, Jason Peter Todd. Why is it all scattered like this?”

He laughs, and seems to regret it if the wince and him raising an arm to his side is anything to go by. “I thought the place could use a little redecorating!”

“With your blood?” You fold your arms, growing tired of your boyfriend’s antics.

“It gives more personality, don’t you think?”

“Damn it, Jason! What is going on here?!”

“Well obviously nothing is going on here!”

You march up to him glaring at him dead in the eyes. You feel a tiny sense of satisfaction when his confidence falters and his guilty eyes do their best to look anywhere but at you. “By the look you’re giving me something is going on here!”

He opens his mouth to retort, but before he’s able to speak up, the door behind him shoves him forward a little, though he’s very quick to shove back and all of his desperate attempts to keep you from finding out whatever was happening die right then and there.

“Jason who’s in the closet?” You ask, concern in your tone.

“No one!”

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I took a look,” You say, grabbing at him in order to move him aside, but of course he stands his ground.

“It’s just the Boogey Monster, he’ll leave when the sun rises!” He grits out.

“I’m not sure that’s how the Boogey Monster works, Jay!”

“It’s a wild animal, then!”

There’s muffled screaming behind the door and you’re becoming just as frantic to open the door as Jason is on keeping it closed. Finally, you full on body slam into Jason, causing both of you to tumble to the floor, and as the door flies open you feel something land on your legs. When you look to see what it is, you take a deep breath in.

“Jason. Why is your friend tied up and beaten up? And why does he have sock shoved in his mouth?” You ask as calmly as you can.

He remains silent for a moment before muttering: “He started it.”

“Oh my god, what has my life come to?”

“Hey, at least I was being honest about the wild animal part!” That statement earns Jason a kick from Roy, and an extension to this headache for you.

“Why are you guys like this?”