i should go take a cold shower

Sick and Sleepless

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night feeling sick. Luckily Steve is there to help you.

Words: 1160

Paring: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Just fluffy 

Thank you @amrita31199 for beat this;

credits to the gif owners

“Shouldn’t you be in bed? You are a workaholic, Steve.” You woke up half hour ago feeling awful, you felt dehydrated and your throat hurts. You hate being sick, all you want is to sleep and get better.

You didn’t expect to find your best friend on the couch, working on some reports looking tired and angry at the same time.

“I should say the same to you, what are you doing up? It’s almost four in the morning.” You sit by his side on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder “I was going to make some tea… I feel sick. I wasn’t expecting to find you here. What is happening in this pretty little head of yours?”

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I Lost It (Part 2 of 3)

Summary: We follow Bucky as he describes the three times in his life where he has ‘lost it’ with you.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader (from Bucky’s POV)

Warnings: none? kinda sad? Idk

Word Count: 1,000ish

A/N: So, instead of quitting, I’m gonna to post instead. This is tiny, little, mini-series to dip my toes back into the water. I’d LOVE to get some feedback and be re-inspired to create once again. P.s. SORRY about this one.


Originally posted by buckybass

We’d finally settled into our daily routine as husband and wife, which meant a race to the bathroom in the morning. Per usual, I’d beat her down the hall and inevitably give into her puppy dog eyes when she begged to get a shower first.

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Tell me neither of you bit her! A Thiam!Threesome Smut

Malia had warned me about my heat. She told me that the only reason she got through it was because she had Stiles and now she has Scott. Scott had Deaton tell me exactly what it was and how long it would last. I was told to stay away from the other males in the pack. According to Deaton a female in heat was nearly impossible to resists. A male werecreature can smell her pheromones and will try to mate with her. As for the female she will want to mate. Her heat drives her crazy since she is highly aroused. He suggested that I stay home from school and take a lot of cold showers, and masturbate. He said I should masturbate often to keep my need to mate at a minimum.

I was two days into my heat and already I was going crazy. I had gotten my mom to tell the school that we would be out of town for a family emergency. It got me out of school for a week and Scott told the pack to leave me alone. The girls knew why but Scott kept it from the boys, mainly from Theo and Liam.
I had already masturbated six times and it wasn’t helping. I wanted more than just a buzzing toy. I wanted to be dominated and owned. I wanted to be pounded into oblivion. I needed someone to screw, no scratch that, I needed someone to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk. I groaned loudly as I was hit with another wave of arousal.

I walked to my room and laid on my bed. I had stopped wearing underwear since it just made everything worse, I just wore a light skirt I had taken from my mom’s closet. I grabbed my vibrator and turned it on high. I started rubbing the tip against my clit, moaning loudly. I just started fucking myself with it when there was a banging on my front door. I growled trying to ignore it but it was hard with all the yelling. Once I focused on it I could make out the voices of Theo and Liam. “Y/N, we know you’re in there.” Liam yelled. “We can hear your heart beat.” Theo added. “Come Y/N, we just want to know you’re ok. Scott won’t tell us why you’re not at school, or why we can’t see you.”

I got tired of their yelling so I tossed my toy to the side and angrily stomped my way to the front door. I yanked it open and glared at the two boys. “I’m fine!” At first they were shocked but then their expressions changed. Both of their eyes flashed to amber before they moved forward and trapped my body between them. I was gonna push them away when Liam started kissing my chest and Theo started kissing my neck. I gave in to their touch immediately and they knew I was theirs’.

Theo gripped the neckline of my shirt and Liam gripped the hem, together they ripped it in two. Liam’s lips went straight for my exposed breasts. His tongue lapped at my nipple while his hand squeezed my other breast. Theo let his hand worm it’s way into my skirt, letting his fingers rub against my pussy. I moaned loudly and was ready to tell them to have their way when I felt a cool breeze against my heated skin. “My room, we should go to my room.” Liam kicked my front door closed and both boys followed me upstairs.

Once we made it to my room I was pushed on to the bed and Theo was on top of me. He spread my legs with his knees and shoved two fingers inside me. “So wet baby.” He purred in my ear as he started fingering me. Liam growled and pulled Theo off me, I groaned at the loss of contact. “Boys don’t fight, last time I checked I can take you both.” My words had a double meaning and the boys knew it. Liam and Theo both growled, the smell of their arousal growing.

Theo smirked at me and pulled me up, ripping my skirt off and tossing it to the side. He kissed me roughly. “Hands and knees baby.” He lifted me up and placed me on the bed, I got down on my hands and knees facing Theo. He walked up to me and gripped my jaw. “Open wide.” I looked up at him as I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out slightly. Theo wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and tapped my tongue with it before sliding into my mouth.

He gathered my hair into a make shift pony tail, using it to hold my head in place as he fucked my mouth. Liam climbed onto the bed behind me, rubbing my aching core with his fingers. Theo pushed his cock as deep as he could causing me to choke. I pulled off Theo, moaning loudly when I felt Liam’s tongue start lapping at my clit. Theo pushed his cock back into my mouth, fucking my throat raw. Liam started tongue fucking me while rubbing my clit with two fingers.

It was the most attention I’ve gotten since my heat began. All my senses were on high making my body shake. “I think she’s gonna cum Liam.” Theo smirked as he held me in place, shoving his cock deep in my throat. I started gagging making him moan. Liam got behind me and lined his cock up with my entrance. I pushed back on him when he slid his dick inside me. Liam gripped my hips, I could feel his claws digging into my hips, as he started thrusting.

Theo pulled out and looked at Liam. “Let her ride you.” Liam growled, not liking being told what to do by Theo. “Let me ride your cock Liam.” I moaned as I sat up on my knees. He kissed my neck before laying down on my bed, Theo gestured for me to turn and face Liam. I did as I was told before straddling Liam, and sliding his cock back inside me. Before I could start bouncing Theo pushed me down and lined up his cock. “You said you could take us both. Were you lying baby?” I shook my head ready to beg for him to fuck me. “Let’s see about that.”

He pushed his cock inside me slowly, stretching me more than I’ve ever been before. I clawed at my bed, growling in pure pleasure. “Fuck!” Both boys started thrusting at the same time, pinning me between them. It took every ounce of control I had to keep from shredding my bed to pieces. “Fuck Theo, holy shit Liam!” Their thrusts sped up, Theo slamming into me causing my bed to rock.

My body tensed up as I felt my orgasm build. Theo gripped my hair and yanked my head back. “You gonna cum baby?” I growled out a yes while digging my claws into my mattress. “I don’t think so baby. Not unless I say so.” My fangs showed as I growled at Theo. Liam reached between our bodies and started rubbing my clit. “You can hold it baby.” Now Liam was getting dominate. It took all my power to hold off my climax, my claws were buried deep in the memory foam of my bed, my eyes were golden, and my fangs were bared.

Theo started thrusting faster as Liam started slamming into me. “You wanna cum don’t you baby?” Theo growled in my ear. “Fuck! Can I cum please?” I didn’t want to beg Theo but I needed to cum and they weren’t giving me what I needed. “Keep begging and maybe I’ll let you.” Both boys started to slow their movements making me whimper. “Please Theo let me cum? I wanna cum so bad. Fuck baby let me cum!” I growled loudly just as they both started slamming into me.

My orgasm hit me hard making me see colors. My pussy clenched around their cocks making them cum with me. Theo and Liam roared before sinking their teeth into my neck. They kept thrusting slowly, riding out their highs. When they calmed down they released my neck. Theo pulled out of me before laying down next to Liam, I rolled off Liam and laid between the two boys. “For the love of god! Tell me neither of you bit her!” Scott roared from my door way.

Part Two

Black [M]

A/N: this one is a little long, sorry :( 

characters: dean x oc, zico x oc, crush, rome

genre: angst(ish?), university au

rated: m, alcoholism, stoners(lol), violence, abuse, sexual content(not in this ch)


chapter 2:

dean let go of me and heoyang immediately ran to him. she grabbed his arm and without hesitation he yanked it back.

“dean…why would you believe someone you met a month ago?! I’m your-“

“leave” dean’s eyes were so cold and she noticed that right away.


“LEAVE” he spat. I didn’t know what to do, I stood there frozen, watching them.

“but dean, please just-”

“what part of LEAVE don’t you fucking understand?! are you fucking deaf?!” he growled at her, everyone was just..watching like me.

“all of you fucking leave, if you don’t live here get the fuck out.” he looked at the crowd of people. christian pushed through them all and took a hold of dean’s arm but again, he yanked it away.

“don’t fucking touch me. get all these people the fuck out of here”

“calm down man, let’s go inside”

“NO, EVERYONE FUCKING LEAVE” he shoved everyone aside and made his way inside to the dj. christian followed him and within seconds the music had disappeared. heoyang began walking towards dean but I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her back. I got close enough to her, making sure she could smell the alcohol I had in my system.

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dvastatedr  asked:

Hi. I felt like I creep I spent the whole day reading all your Voltron Family AU prompts. And when I say all, I mean all 44 pages in your blog. It was a lot but so worth it. I cried, I laughed and cried again. It's just so fluffy and wholesome I felt like I witnessed a whole family grow. If I could give a prompt, what if one of the daddies caught one of the boys watching lewd videos? Hilarity ensues, I hope? :) Thank you again and you're amazing for doing this for a year!

Dude. OMG? That’s hella lot. I hope you took a break and all that. But thank you! This dedication makes me smile :’D <3

[The Voltron Family] It was Lance. Of course it had to be Lance out of his two boys. Hunk wouldn’t do such a thing, that perfect angel of his. Lance, however, Keith knew one day it was going to happen but not this early.

Keith was walking down the hallway after doing his business in the bathroom when he passed by Lance’s room. The door was slightly opened and he saw his son watching… lewd videos. Keith’s eyes widened in shock and quickly made his way back to the master bedroom, a hand on his chest. He couldn’t tell Shiro about it, it was embarrassing enough that he saw it himself. 

He had to deal with this alone.

So he walked back to Lance’s room quickly and knocked. He heard “Uh! Just a sec!” and Keith had to close his eyes and prayed to all the possible gods that could hear him. After a loud strained “Come in!” from Lance, Keith went inside and saw that Lance’s laptop displayed Google homepage. Of all things! A Google homepage. How lame could his son even get?

Keith: *eyes the bed suspiciously and sits down beside Lance* Sweetheart.
Lance: Hmmmm? *smiles*
Keith: You’re 15 now. *furrows eyebrows*
Lance: I am aware, yes. *nods*
Keith: *gulps* There are things that are—well… inevitable, you could say. You’re at the peak of your curiosity and you tend to… well, for the lack of better word, get curious about things—certain things. And you might think there’s only a linear way to get things done, but you see, that’s not really the case. 
Lance: *confused* Daddy Keith, I’m not quite sure I’m following?
Keith: *sighs and looks up* I’m a damn best-selling author and I can’t even articulate words. Oh my god. I’ll need reinforcements. 

And by reinforcements, Keith meant Shiro. He quickly told his husband about it and he was expecting Shiro to be shocked, but instead, he was highly amused. They both went back to Lance’s bedroom and faced their son.

Shiro: *smirks* Your Daddy Keith saw you watching por—
Keith:lewd videos. I caught you watching lewd videos.
Lance: *blushes in embarrassment* *buries face in his hands* Oh my god. 
Shiro: *laughs* Don’t be embarrassed, Lance. *stops to rethink* Actually, no, you should be embarrassed. It’s pretty much the law that you need to lock your door when you’re planning on watching… *looks at Keith pointedly* lewd stuff.
Keith: *crosses arms* *mouths* Thank. You.
Lance: I don’t know what came over me. I kinda just—
Shiro: *hums in amusement* That’s what we all say.
Keith: Shiro. Not helping. *glares*
Shiro: *chuckles* Okay, but seriously. It’s normal. You’re a teenage boy and we’ve all been there.
Lance: *snorts* Yeah, I could understand you. But Daddy Keith probably hasn’t even wat—
Keith: *still crossing his arms while shifting his weight* I have.
Lance: *head snaps towards Keith* YOU WHAT?
Shiro: *smirks while looking at Keith*
Keith: *gulps and looks away* I had to find out somehow that I’m ace, yknow?
Lance: Ohohohoh! So, what? It didn’t work for you?
Keith: *groans* Yeah, it didn’t. Nothing did. 
Lance: Oh my god. *chuckles* So how do you get rid of it then? *glances at Shiro and comes to a realization* Oh my god. Does Daddy Shi—
Keith: I take a cold shower, okay?! *panics* What were you even thinking?!
Lance: *laughs* I wasn’t even thinking of—
Keith: Yes, you were! And to answer that, no
Lance: Oh. *looks at Shiro expectantly*
Shiro: *winks*
Keith: Takashi, stop giving our son the wrong idea. *rolls eyes*
Shiro: *pouts* He takes a cold shower… with me. *winks*
Keith: Oh my god. *has had enough* Your father and I don’t do anything in the showers aside from showering just to clear that up.
Shiro: Boo. You’re no fun. *frowns*
Keith: Who even is the child here? *points at Shiro and Lance* *shakes head*
Lance: *goes to hug Shiro* It’s okay, Daddy Shiro. One day, you and Daddy Keith will have fun in the showers.
Shiro: *hugs back* *sniffs dramatically* I hope so, too, Lance. I just want a little hugging and kissing—
Keith: I’m right here!!!
Lance: *looks at Keith* *laughs* Sorry, what was it again?
Keith: What I was trying to say all along was, in case you want to have other options when we’re all at home, you should just take a long cold shower.
Shiro: Or clench your thigh muscles really hard if you wanna go the medical way, yknow just to give you more options aside from the shower. *thoughtful*
Lance: *steps back* Wow. All of these just because I accidentally clicked an ad and I didn’t know how to get rid of it, so it started playing a video.
Keith: YOU WHAT?
Lance: *laughs* Yeah, my bad, my bad. But yeah, honestly thanks for the tips I guess? I’ll keep them in mind. 
Shiro: *smiles* Oh, also, peeing. 
Keith: *looks at Shiro in disbelief*
Shiro: What? In case of morning problems! 

A Helping Hand (Ch 4/?)

Summary: My girlfriend just dumped me and I’ve gotten piss drunk and somehow managed to get into your apartment instead of my own. I’m trying to masturbate my feelings away and boy were you surprised. Based on a Tumblr prompt that spiraled out of control.

Rated: Mature

Also available: AO3 FF.N

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3

Emma didn’t really know what the hell she was doing. She had gone from being upset and trying to suppress her thoughts about her new neighbor, to forgiving him and offering him friendship. The next minute she had her tongue down his throat and her hand around his cock. And now she was about to have him in her bed.

She could tell that he had still felt awkward about the other night. She still had, too. When she had hugged him, she couldn’t stop the memories from flooding her mind. The images of his muscular and toned naked body as he took his long, throbbing length in his own hand. The image of him in only a towel as it hung low at his hips, the hard abs that her fingertips had actually touched. She had known exactly what was underneath the towel and yet she was hoping it would have fallen at his feet.

With those memories fresh in her mind, the feeling of his warmth against her had sent shockwaves of lust through her entire body. It ignited her in a way she didn’t expect. So she decided to uncoil the awkwardness and tightly drawn tension that was still dawdling between them. She thought that if she offered him a similar type of view that he had given her, then maybe she would no longer feel the ache in the pit of her stomach every time she saw him. Even with him living across the hall now, she knew that nothing could come from this, which made it so much more appealing. His heart had just been shattered into a million pieces, and he said himself, he wasn’t looking for anything serious. And neither was she.

Yes, having a good, satisfying fuck with the gorgeous Jones brother was for the best, she reasoned.

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A Puck and A Date- JVR

Originally posted by pavszacha

Ok anon gave me free reign of players and I haven’t done a JVR one in a while and I need my fix! Lol! Also check out @nhl-hockey-fanfic! She has a William Nylander 14 parter that is awesome as well!

Warnings: None!

Anon Request: Hey could you do an imagine where a player hits you with a puck and he feels really bad about it and asks you out on a date? The player can be anyone, sorry if that doesn’t make any sense. I love your writing by the way 💙


              You don’t remember it happening.

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It just isn’t Viktor Nikiforov’s day, it seems. Who knew his bandmates were such traitors, abandoning him to the cruel wastes of Yakov’s summer camp for wannabe singers? What did he ever do to deserve such heartless treatment? Just because he completely forgot his favour to Yakov…

He calls Yurio again. The blond picks up on the third ring. “We’re not coming back,” he snaps. 

“Oh, come on!” groans Viktor. Out on his left, the lake sparkles in the midday sun. Viktor barely spares the scenery a glance as his feet automatically take him along the dirt path behind one of the practice cabins. “Surely the joke’s gone on for long enough? I’ve learnt my lesson, Yurio. I showered in cold water and looked at a tree. It’s been three hours since you abandoned me, so can I please have my hair products back?”

He can hear Yurio’s smugness over the line. “Maybe it’s time to embrace the natural look,” the blond drawls. “Not like it’s going to make you look any uglier than you already are.”

You should appreciate the beauty of nature more!” chips in Georgi. “Go and have fun!”

Fun?” demands Viktor. He really shouldn’t show his anger. But it’s so very tempting to. “Guys –”

They hang up.

Viktor rounds the corner and is greeted with screaming. 

Fans. The History Makers have many fans, obviously, and he really should’ve expected that some attendees of Yakov’s summer camp for wannabe singers would be fans of his. And yet facing down an entire horde of screaming fans without the protection of his body guards sends a chill down Viktor’s spine.

So he bolts.

He rushes around the practice building, diving into the first set of bushes he can. Heart racing and breath gasping, he waits within the prickly branches and leaves (which are all, of course, getting into his hair) for the frantic footsteps of his fans to fade away. After the screaming dies down, all he hears is the sound of some bird flying overhead, and – 

I used to find my path alone, and never dreamt of reaching home, until I met you…”

Viktor pauses, craning his ear up towards the open window of the practice cabin. Someone is inside, playing the piano. A light, gentle voice – male? Tenor, probably, or a contralto. Their fingers fly over the keys in a lovely accompaniment to their voice. 

But suddenly the way is clear, and I can see my way from here, because I love you…”

Viktor’s heart beats faster in his chest. This mysterious singer’s voice is so sweet, so heartfelt. He has to know who they are. Maybe having to record the followup to hit single “Stay Close to Me” with the winner of the Final Jam won’t be so painful, now that he knows there’s at least one talented vocalist in this bunch. 

You’re the first one to the gold, the first I’ve wanted to hold. So please just stay by me…. and never go.” 

Viktor cranes to listen for the sound of his fans. There are none; only the sounds of the piano and this mystery person’s voice fill the air. Viktor’s heart almost feels like it’s going to burst. Gritting his teeth, he decides to try and see who the singer is.

But when he does get into the practice cabin, it’s empty. Viktor scowls, but then he suddenly gets an idea.

After all, if he finds and coaches this person to victory in the Final Jam, then he won’t have to worry about recording the next “Stay Close to Me” with that obnoxious Canadian singer.

working on a gifset and I had to stop because I legit stared at this gif for a solid 5 minutes, I am completely mesmerized, like, I feel I should take a cold shower right now…

I will pay everything I own to make this the PP3 ending ...

Chloe: Guess what just happened!!

Beca: Chicago told you he loves you, you told him the same, and you’re gonna run off and have beautiful babies with him and I’ll end up rotting alone.

Chloe: I was gonna say that Chicago confessed his love-

Beca: I KNEW IT! I BLOODY KNEW IT! I WAS TOO LATE! I LOVE YOU CHLOE! I love you and I was too late. I should have kissed you at the end of the ICCAs and again in the tent. You’re so fucking beautiful that I can’t take my eyes off of you even for a second. You are the sunshine to my darkness, the warmth to my coldness. Your smile is worth waiting for and when it’s directed at me, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. I love you, please don’t run off with Chicago. You’re right, I was looking at you in the shower, and our duet is the moment I experienced heaven.

Chloe: …

Chloe: I was going to say that Chicago confessed his love to Aubrey.

Beca: Oh.

Chloe: But I like this outcome way more

In The Waves

Pairing: Spencer X Reader

Warnings: none

Request by anon where Spencer and the reader share their first kiss at the beach.
Here it is ❤

You had just finished your morning workout when Spencer called. You answered and tried not to sound out of breath. “Hey, Spencer.”

“Good morning!” He sounded like he had already had three cups of coffee today. “Do you have any plans today?”

“I have to run to the store in a bit, but that can wait until later. Why? Did you want to do something today?”

“Well, do you remember what you were telling me about last week?”

“Do you mean when I said that I wanted to go to the beach as soon as the water wasn’t freezing anymore?”

“Yes, that. The water is supposed to be warmer today, still a little cold, but at least it should be bearable. Would you want to go today? I mean you don’t-” You stopped his cute rambling before he could talk himself out of it. “I’d love to, Spencer.”

“Great!” He sounded relieved. “Um.. should I pick you up or do you just want to meet down there?”

“Pick me up around eleven? I’ll be ready.” Even you could hear the smile in your voice as you talked for a while longer. You said goodbye and hung up, quickly taking a shower and putting on your light blue bikini. Throwing on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top, you brushed your hair after it dried. It was nearly time for Spencer to be there, so you grabbed your purse, and a bag with a few towels and sunscreen, slipping into your flip flops.

You opened the door to find Spencer with his hand raised, ready to knock. He had on swim trunks, a t-shirt, and a pair of flip flops. His dark sunglasses hid his eyes from you. He slowly dropped his hand, instead taking the bag with the towels and waiting for you to lock the door. He surprised you by taking your hand and leading you to his car, opening the door for you.

After you sat down, he closed the door and walked around to the other side. He threw the bag in the back seat and started the car, the drive there being filled with talk about work and how the last case had gone.

The beach was fairly popular today, so you took Spencer’s hand and led him along the shore until you found a spot just on the other side of a few boulders. It was a secluded spot that you had known about for years. The shallows stretched a bit further here, and there was a sand dune that blocked the other people from your vision.

You set out two of the towels on the sand, taking off your shoes before sitting down next to Spencer. You thought you could feel him staring at you, but couldn’t tell because of the sunglasses that still adorned his face.

Hours went by before either of you got up. You stood up first, turning to him. “I think I’m going to swim for a while. You coming?”

“Yeah.” He stood up and slipped his shirt off. Despite being tall and lanky, he was surprisingly well toned. You couldn’t help but stare as he put his shirt in your bag.

He could feel you staring at him throughout the day. He had been so nervous when he called you, thinking that you’d say no just like the rest of the team usually did when he asked them to go somewhere with him. He’d been over the moon happy when you’d said yes.

He had seen you biting your lip as you glanced at him earlier, as though you had wanted to say something, but had decided against it. He had liked you ever since you first started at the BAU, so when he turned around and witnessed you take your shirt off, your shorts already on your towel, he was happy that his glasses hid his eyes. He could feel them widen considerably as he took in your form, running to the water and diving in immediately.  

He was quick to follow, coming up behind you and splashing you lightly. You turned around, a smirk on your face as you splashed him back, diving under while he was distracted. You accidentally touched his leg as you went by, giving away your position. He grabbed your arm and pulled you up, throwing you over his shoulder and marching back to the shore.

Stepping onto the sand, he slipped, dropping you and landing on top of you, his head landing on your chest. You giggled as he lifted his head, his face red from embarrassment. “S- Sorry, (Y/N). I didn't… That wasn't….”

You stopped his apology by placing your hand on his cheek and tugging him up to meet your lips. His were slightly chapped, gliding against yours as he deepened the kiss.

When he pulled back, questions at the ready, you pecked his lips one more time. “I like you, Spencer. I have for a while. Maybe we could go for coffee tomorrow? As a date?”

He smiled down at you. “I’d love that-”

Your phone started ringing a minute before Spencer’s went off. “I guess we’ll have to do it when we get back. At least they didn’t call us in for a case earlier.” He kissed you again before tugging you up off the ground and collecting your things, leading you back to his car.

@dontshootmespence @criminally-yours @crimindsaspe @criminal-minds-fanfiction @valiantlyprofoundcheesecake @mishacastiel @hanny-bananny @milkandcookies528

anonymous asked:

Can someone write me some Hades smut?😥

Sure thing lovely;)

Quick and short cause I have some other things to work on for y’all. Maybe hades!harry, maybe not. winkwink.


It’s cold. You have no idea why the underworld would be cold, all set aflame, but it is, yet it also makes sense because it’s under everything, gets no sun, and it’s also winter. The moment you walk into the realm of shadows, it turns to winter over your head, out there in the world. That was the deal.

Hades, Harry, is by the Styx, talking to the souls, a frown upon his face, he hates when the souls wail and beg, for prayers don’t appease to him. Harry himself is rarely seen outside his domain, and to those on earth his intentions and personality are a mystery, but you, his Persephone, his Kore, his love, you know he is nothing but hospitable to the souls. You know he doesn’t enjoy much whenever he has to torture them, or scream at them. To you he isn’t a mystery to be solved, but a god to be loved.

You wait for him in your room, sitting comfortably in the middle of the large bed, covered in silky red sheets and velvety golden cushions. He’s taking so long today, you think to yourself. Rowing down the styx and probably having to contain his anger at the annoying wails of desperate souls, as he does when you’re around. He tries not to scream, or not to bother you with the yells of agony the souls let out, for as long as you’re around. He already has you for 3 short months, he’s not about to let anyone or anything take that away from him.

You run yourself a hot bath, not being able to stand how cold it was today in the underworld. The gold tub is cold to the touch but you take a moment to breathe in and out and let the warm water calm you as you close your eyes and rest your head back.

The water feels warmer and warmer and you open your eyes startled at the quick change in temperature, only to find Harry standing there in only a robe, a smirk on his face showing his dimples, as his hand in the water heats it up.
“ Cold, love?” You bite your lip and nod. Harry is quick to drop a kiss on your lips before disrobing himself shamelessly and getting in the tub with you. “C’mere, I’ll keep yeh warm” he says lowly and you scoot yourself closer to him, laying between his open arms, your chest to his, straddling him. 
“Missed you today” you mumble to him kissing his strong jaw. He moans. It’s the sweetest sound you know.
“Mmm… Been busy today pet… But I missed yeh as well”

Soon you become a mess of groping hands and tangled limbs under the water, as your lips crash against each other sloppily, tongue fighting with tongue, and you start pulling at his hair. You feel his warm hand lay on your thigh, almost burning but not quite. He never burns you, just a bit, just how you like it, just enough to make you tingle. Just how he knows it gets to you. You hiss.
“ I… I want…”
“ Tell me… What do you want?”
“ I want you, my king” The words leave your lips easily. You can feel him against you under the water and the desire builds up with each passing second of his burning touch on your now hot skin.
“ Yeh want me?” he teases, acting surprised, laying kisses on your neck and shoulder blade and back to your lips. Licking, biting, sucking. You grab a hold of his arms, feeling like you might fall backwards from just the feeling of him so close and warm, and the feeling of him rubbing against your pelvis. You nod once more. Yes, you want him.
“ Please. Please make me feel good, Harry, my king… Please” you sigh the last word against his lips as you move your hips slowly against his growing member. You’re begging and he twitches under the water.
“ Yeh know you’re the only soul I want to hear begging, don’t yeh?” he smirks as you bite at his earlobe, and wraps his arms around your torso, easily picking you up, carrying you out of the water and walking towards your bed.

He removes the silk cover-up while he still holds you up, only to let you fall on the soft material of the bed. He hovers above you, warm as ever, and immediately kisses you. Hard. Passionately. With lust.
“ Harry…” the moan of his name escapes your lips, between kisses. His mouth is hot against your neck and soon you feel him at your entrance.
Your king will make you feel so good, y/n” He says as he thrusts deep and hard inside you, making you let out a high pitched yelp, followed by a string of moans as you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

His hips move in a delicious rhythm, that has you seeing stars. You don’t feel cold anymore with his hot body on top of yours and the way he holds your leg in a position that makes him reach the deepest part of you. His eyes squint in pleasure and he grunts at the way you squeeze tight around him, so warm and ready for him. His hands roam your body, gripping at your sides and leaving red handprints from the hotness of his touch. The closest he is to his orgasm, the less he can control his flames. He’s careful to never burn you, but his hands are warmer and warmer with each thrust of his hips, and each moan that escapes your parted lips in a panting voice.
“ Harry… More, p-please.” Your mouth hangs open in an ‘O’ shape, as Harry pulls out of you for just a moment, adjusting himself underneathe you, and moving your legs to slam into you rough, harder. You scream when you feel him fill you up to the brim.
“ That’s it, y/n. Scream.” He says. 

It’s a feat he loves, how no one could really hear you scream his name from the underworld, or so he thought. That feature filling him with pride when Zeus once came around, asking if you were ok. “I’m fine, why?” you asked, only for Zeus to say he thought he heard screaming, not necessarily from the souls, leaving Hades to smirk while he heard the interaction. He’d done that. Made you scream so much, his brother could hear it sitting at his throne, up there at Mount Olympus. And Hades promised himself to make his Persephone scream just as loud ever since.

Harry could feel his climax, right there, right at the brim of explosion, as he flipped you around so that he was back to being on top. Your back arched off the mattress, as you could feel yours as well. It was so close. You were so close. Harry’s hands become hotter and hotter, now leaving slight burns wherever he touched, marking you once more. You hissed at the feeling, and screamed when his hot hand played with your clit. It was an overwhelming sensation, the burn and the pleasure mixing together perfectly.
“ Yeh like that? Gonna cum for me, pet?”
“Harry! Harry! Oh, I’m going… AAAHHH!” you couldn’t help but scream and moan and wail as tears filled your eyes when you felt your orgasm take you over. Coming in waves of unbelievable pleasure and scratching at Harry’s back.

He rode out your orgasm feeling himself become hotter, the flames on his head rising, as he settled to his knees, rocking into you with all his might, the bed shaking in rhythm with his hips. “I’m… Oh, I’m there, y/n”, but he didn’t have to say much. With one last slam he let himself go. His orgasm taking over him and you feeling him come in thick hot spurts inside you, and leaving a burn across your stomach. Pulling out of you and looking intently at the glistening strings of his cum and yours dripping out of you, Harry sighs and pants, tries to catch his breath.
“ Such a nice… King” you breathe in and out, still short of air. “ Thank you for fucking me like that”
“ Should fuck yeh again for that dirty mouth” He caresses your burns and peppers kisses on your face.
“ Should I beg?” you say before feeling his member twitch against your thigh.
“Yeh know you’re the only soul I want to hear beg” He whispers and flips you over so you’re on top of him, his shaft still glistening and ready for you once more. The stamina gods can pack is amazing.


anonymous asked:

I really enjoyed reading the Status Infirmos series. Could you write a cute sweet oneshot about the Chocobros taking Reader (from the real world) to the Moogle Carnival?

Hey non, so glad you enjoyed them, I love reading and writing real world reader so here’s some more!


The sun is starting its slow descent, the sky slowly turning from blue to pink, the clouds splashed with colour, and there’s an excitement in the air that sets your heart racing and puts a smile on your face.

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Summer Days

Hey guys! I am so sorry for not posting for a while. I am working on some great pieces and it’s been a little hard because my computer has been acting up but I keep an eye out cause I am going to be posting a lot more hopefully. 

Summary: Dean, Sam, and Reader are stuck with no air conditioning on a hot summer day and decide to have a little fun with their buddy Cas. 

Warnings: None I guess 

Originally posted by totallysupernaturaloneshots

Of course during our staycation, the air conditioning in the bunker went out. Sam, Dean, and I were all sitting at a table with the fan blowing back and forth on our skin. All of us had been drinking beer and trying to cool down the best we could in this 100 degree weather. As the sweat dripped down my back, I felt the cool wave of the fan blow over me, “When is the air conditioning going to be fixed?” Dean cleared his throat, “I ordered a part for the air conditioner and it should be here tomorrow hopefully.” Sam groaned, “ I hope so because this is so miserable, I want to take a cold shower.” Dean nodded and I finally thought of the perfect way to cool down. “I have an idea, don’t go anywhere. I’m going to run to the store really quick and be ready to get wet,” I winked at the two men still sitting at the table.

I took the keys to Baby and left the bunker, ready to find the necessities for a hot day like today. As I pulled up to the small store a few blocks away, I ran inside and quickly located the outdoors aisle. I picked up a 500 count water balloon container, some popsicles, a package of water bottles, and some watermelon for at least Sam and I to share. As I got up to the checkout counter a sweet old woman looked at me, “You must be a great mom, kids love water balloons.” I smiled and nodded, “Oh you have no idea.” Then I raced home giggling.

As I walked into the bunker and unloaded everything into the kitchen, I was met by Sam and Dean leaning on the counters. Dean looked at me excitedly, “So what are we doing that’s supposedly going to cool us down?” I laughed, “Well I just so have happened to buy some water balloons, popsicles, and watermelon.” Sam groaned, “Really (Y/N)? Water balloons?” Dean scoffed, “Dude their balloons filled with cold water, what’s not to like?” Sam shrugged. “But seriously (Y/N), why watermelon?” I laughed and walked towards Dean, placing my finger on the tip of his nose, “That is why I bought you the popsicles, which are cherry by the way.” Dean grinned and then we all started filling up the water balloons.

It didn’t take much time to finish filling the water balloons, so I found myself outside of the bunker with the boys carrying a laundry basket full of water balloons behind me. As soon as we got Cas to show up, the water balloon fight began. Cas got soaked within the first ten seconds and then he finally got Dean, Sam, and I pretty good. I was running around throwing my balloons when I noticed I was almost out of ammo and I needed to get back to the basket for more. I also noticed that lumberjack also called Sam Winchester and I planned my way around him. As I finally approached the small white basket I felt a huge rush of water down my back, when I looked up both Dean and Sam had broke a few balloons over my head.

As soon as I started to run, Dean was right behind me and grabbed my waist before I could land on my feet. Dean swung me around so that I was faced towards Sam and I felt multiple Balloons land on my legs that were pulled up around me. I grabbed my last water balloons and threw them at both boys. Each shot hit the both of them, Dean got hit in the face by one and Sam got hit in the chest. Which followed Sam’s dramatic reaction to getting hit and him slowly falling to the floor. Dean made a surprised face, “Ow.” I looked over to Cas who was running over to us with the last of the balloons, “Run!” I screamed and all of us took off in different directions, Cas went after Dean first and then Sam. When I finally found a hiding spot behind a tree, I looked over to the boys and saw that Sam and Dean were soaked. Then I saw Cas laughing at his victims and I started laughing. Cas immediately came running after me and I took off behind the tree and dived over to the basket. I placed the empty basket in front of me as a shield, hiding myself from the wrath of Castiel and his water balloons. As I ran I heard Dean, “(Y/N)!” I turned my head towards him and found Sam right behind me, he grabbed the basket out of my hands and then held me so that Cas could get me. Cas caught up and threw the water balloons at me. Drenching the shirt and shorts I was wearing, I screamed and then laughed as I tried to fight my way out of Sam’s arms. Dean came up and grabbed my legs, so now both of the boys were carrying me back towards the bunker with Cas close behind us. “You guys suck.” I said to all three of the large men. They all laughed, “Sweetheart, you just suck at hiding from us.” I pouted showing the defeat on my face.

As we got back into the bunker we felt refreshed, although it was still hot it was a little more bearable from the water fight we had. We all took our places at the table, Dean, Sam, and I all with a bottle of beer and Cas just hanging out with us. Even though the air conditioning was broken I am sure glad I these guys were here to get through it with me.  

No eating in class

+ Luke smut +

Your English teacher Mr.Hemmings, was teaching some pointless crap from the text book and you couldn’t be least bothered. The only reason you even took English was a) He was only 20; three years older than you. b) He was soo hot, and c) He had a lip ring which couldn’t arouse you anymore than it already had.

There was one class more before lunch and you were hungry af. You always kept emergency cookies in your bag, because you knew how hungry you got. You snuck one out and ate it quickly. You took out the second one stealthily, but not enough because you heard Mr.Hemmings voice booming. “Y/N! No eating in class.” “Sorry Mr.Hemmings!” you squeaked. “See me after class!” he grumbled. You cursed under your breath and hit your head to your table quietly. 

~After class~

The bell rang and all the students rushed out of class as usual. You grudgingly got up from your seat and walked over to his desk. “Theres a no eating in class rule Y/N you know that!” he said. “Yes, Mr.Hemmings, I know but I was just so hungry. Just send me to detention and get this over with” you said slightly exaggerated. He chuckled and said “Oh Y/N your not going to detention, I have a special punishment for you, thats if you don’t mind” he walked closer to you and placed his hands on your hips. You shook your head no and he lifted you up and placed you on his desk. He walked over to the door and locked it.

Your hormone level spiked and you felt yourself getting wet. He stalked over to you with a seductive smirk on his face. He pushed your legs apart and stood between them. “Now I’m going to eat you out slowly, and you are not allowed to cum until and unless I say so.” you nodded your head and he lifted up your skirt. He hooked his fingers in your thong and slowly but surely slid them down your legs. He tossed them to the other side of the room and ducked his head down. He blew on your core and you let out a strangled moan. “Please Mr.Hemmings” He licked your centre and then started sucking on your clit. You let out many moans and a string of curses under your breath.

His lip-ring made you feel things at a whole new level. He slid one finger inside of you pumping faster and faster each time. He thrusted another finger in and you let out a loud moan. “Oh god, Mr.Hemmings I’m close!” He lifted his head up. “Why’d you stop?” You asked; confused, hot and bothered. “Because you’re not allowed cum just yet” He kissed you hard and plunged his tongue inside your mouth, his lip ring working wonders everywhere. He pulled away and whispered in your ear, “Finish it yourself.” You rubbed your clit and few times and thrust a finger in. You moaned and groaned imagining his fingers and mouth. Soon after you released and he had a raging hard on.

“I have to go take a cold shower now, I hope you’ve learnt your lesson. Next time I won’t let you off so easy” He said and scurried out of the room. “Wait,” you called out just a second before he was out of the door. “What should I call you?” “Mr.Hemmings is just fine” he smirked and left, leaving you to clean up yourself.

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Soul Punk Patrick x Reader : Couch Cuddles

“Patrick!” you grinned, giving him a hug after he got off the stage. “You did amazing.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he smiled sheepishly. You fixed his bow tie, running one of your hands through his long blonde hair, feeling the sweat dripping off him. He was always extremely exhausted after preforming a Soul Punk show. You handed him an ice cold water bottle and followed him into the dressing room, where he sat down on the couch and caught his breath, drinking water and closing his eyes, regaining his energy. You sat down beside him, handing him a towel, and he wiped off his face and gave a goofy grin.

“You should go take a shower,” you suggested.

“Nah, I want to spend time with you,” he laughed, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you close to his chest. You could feel the heat radiating off of him.

“You were phenomenal out there,” you smiled. “The show was great.”

“Not as great as you,” he replied, giving you a light kiss on your forehead. You went to kiss him on the cheek and then pulled back, giving him a smirk.

“You’re sweaty,” you joked. “Go take a shower.”

“But I want to spend time with you,” he protested, hugging your tighter and snuggling his head in the crook of your neck.

“You’re being silly,” you rolled your eyes, laying your head on the back of the couch. “Come on, Stumpy.”

“I don’t like being called that,” he mumbled into your shirt, and you giggled.

“I’ll keep calling you stupid nicknames until you go take a shower,” you teased. “Come on Trick.”

“Stop,” he resisted a laugh, burying his face deeper into your shoulder.

“Pat,” you joked.

“Y/n,” he groaned, shaking his head as you went on.

“Come on Patty,” you kept going, and he finally lifted his head, trying to glare at you but failing, and ended up bursting out in laughter. “Okay, okay. You got me.”

“Go take a shower,” you insisted. “You’re all sweaty and you have to change out of that sometime.”

“But I want cuddles,” he whimpered like a little kid, burying his face into the fabric of your t-shirt again, and it was so cute you almost hated to keep insisting.

“We can cuddle when we get to the hotel,” you told him. “Come on.”

“Promise?” he lifted his head and raised his eyebrows.

“Yup,” you sifted your fingers through his blonde hair.

He stared into your eyes for a long time, a serious expression, as if he was trying to read your thoughts, and then he nodded. “Okay,” he sighed. He got up, unraveling his arms from around you, and walked to the bathroom, leaving you on the couch alone. You could hear him humming Michael Jackson in the shower, and it made you smile. You rested your head on the couch, closing your eyes and listening to him hum the tune, and before you knew it, you were already half asleep. You fluttered your eyes open, waking up to hearing you name, and all of a sudden, there was someone wrapping their arms around you from behind. “Hey sleepyhead,” the person greeted. It was Patrick.

“Hello,” you mumbled. His arms snaked around your figure, hugging your waist and pulling you towards him, your back pressing against his chest as you both laid down on the couch, and you were too lazy to move.

“I thought you said we were going to cuddle at the hotel,” he teased.

“I know,” you murmured. “But now I’m sleepy.”

“Are you?” he wondered.

“Yeah,” you sighed.

“You’re cute when you snore,” he joked.

“I was snoring?” you raise an eyebrow, opening your eyes and turning to look him in the face.

“Maybe,” he laughed. “Come on y/n. Let’s go get some sleep.” He carefully got off the couch, and then picked you up bridal style, carrying you down the hallway.

“What are you doing Patrick?” you asked, blinking the sleep out of your eyes and trying to figure out what was going on.

“We’re going to go to the hotel,” he grinned, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, wondering why the heck he was carrying you to the car.

“This is ridiculous,” you rolled your eyes. “Put me down. I can walk on my own.”

“But you said you were sleepy,” Patrick insisted.

“I’m fine,” you giggled. “Come on.”

“No, at least let me bring you to the car,” he persisted.

“Fine,” you shook your head and closed your eyes.

“Oh don’t fall asleep on me again,” he groaned.

“No promises,” you chuckled, laying your head on his shoulder as he carried you.

“You promised me more cuddles,” Patrick reminded.

“I know,” you smiled. “Don’t worry. You’ll get some.”

“I hope so,” he teased.

“I love you Patrick,” you sighed.

“I love you too y/n,” he grinned.

Ducklings Part One

I saw a video about ducklings last week and sure enough, this happened. I doubt it will be more than two maybe three parts. Not my best work but it is after all just for fun. :) Sasuke and ducklings? Yes please.

It was a ridiculous situation. 

He stared at the rain pouring down and the puddles growing on the side of the leaf strewn sidewalk. A river had formed, small but powerful at the curb and sitting in a huddle together were what appeared to be dirty little balls of lint. Except for when they moved, and occasionally a small duck bill fluttered weakly in the half light of evening. 

God damn it.

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Day6 As Early Mornings

Sungjin: the “Nothing like hot coffee on a brisk fall day” morning

Stands on a balcony to take in the fresh morning air while sipping their song Ethiopian blend and humming a little tune with a smile on their face.

Jae: the “20 minutes late cause my alarm was set for pm” morning 

Hair isn’t brushed, two different shoes on, still wearing pajama bottoms on under their pants, and skips brushing teeth in exchange for a half a glass of orange juice and a breath mint found in the depths of a pocket. 
“Where are my damn keys??”

YoungK: the “How the fuck did I get here??” morning

Found themselves already sitting in class with a full page of notes and a half drunk latte in front of them. Can’t remember taking a shower (but they smell good). Can’t remember taking a train (but they have the stub). Can’t remember getting coffee (but it has their name on it). 
…..How the fuck-??? 

Wonpil: the “Birds are singing and I smell pancakes” morning

These bastards look good sleeping. They wake up perfectly dishevelled. They float into the kitchen where breakfast is ready and waiting for them. The fruit is fresh, the pancakes fluffy, and the milk ice cold. Everything goes great for them…

Dowoon: the “Fuck it’s already 4??? I should go to bed” morning

Has been sucked into the depths of the Interweb for hours. Doesn’t even realise it until they hear the shower run in the other room. Logs off, closes their laptop, and dives under the covers in record time for a short nap before they have to leave again. 
Cue zombie-mode for the rest of the day. 

Lion Rampant

Author Ladyoftheteaandblood

Standing in the shower at the end of a long day working at the kids playgroup, I let the water pours over me and the paint, glitter and glue of the day, wash down the drain. I heard the front door and held my breath, it would either be good news or bad. 
Tom found out today if a much loved projected he had been working on would finally be made, and if it was yes, he’d be an unbearable happy, bouncy bunny. If no he’d have the look of a smacked puppy and be in his basket all night.
The door opened. The tall frame appeared round the door and the light showed the biggest grin EVER!
This would be a long but happy night.
“So are you now going to tell me what you are doing, or is it all still hush, hush and secret squirrel?”
He didn’t say a thing he just undressed slowly, with as much teasing and “look at me I’m hot”, as he could. I’ve have yet to see a man who can manage to take off his socks in a sexy way but there you go. He ended with his trade mark bum wiggle, and then opened the shower door and joined me under the hot water, giving me a big hug.
“Shit! you’re really cold”
“Well do your duty women and warm me up" 
So while my hands and body did the talking, with the help of the soap, he final told me all.
“It’s official, The film will go ahead and I get to Play Robert the Bruce” The grin was huge
“Does this mean Scottish accent, beard and curly hair?” I asked, thinking this with a kilt would be all my Christmas’s rolled into one.
“Yes my lady it does” he said in the lovely Scottish accent of his father.
“Oh do that again” I sighed and let my soapy hands wander a bit further down his body.
“Madam you seem to have me at a disadvantage, things seem to have arisen between us.”
I giggled and carried on my washing, massage, and general enjoyment of my hands going over that firm body and all those lovely muscles and little places I knew made him go Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
“My lady should you carry on in this way I will have to take you where you stand” my hands didn’t stop and his mouth found mine
He moved my body around pushed my back against the cold tiles of the shower wall and with the sound of slapping flesh on flesh and tiles he showed me how rampant the lion could be.

Picture not mine I just played.

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