let me do dirty things to your face

Joker Imagine - Toy Box *smut*

Originally posted by gochaseyourself

Originally posted by jennnym88

!!WARNING!! Extremely smutty, sub/dom

Your P.O.V.

It was late at night and J and I were finally home. We had been at his club discussing a heist and the night ended with a small heist. We robbed a jewelry shop and I had teased J a lot. I ‘accidentally’ brushed against his cock and I said dirty things innocently. I had no idea why but I got a thrill from it.

Now we were in our bedroom and he was getting undressed. I was going to go and wash my make-up off but he didn’t let me off the hook so easily. ‘’What was your behaviour today?’’ He asked me and gave me a dark glare. A shiver ran down my spine as I faced him, seeing his green hair that was a bit messy now.

‘‘What do you mean?’‘ I batted my lashes at him and pouted my lips. That made him growl and he threw his gloves away. I flinched because I didn’t expect him to get this angry with me.

“Oh do you think it’s fucking fair to do that” J asked me with a raspy voice. His pupils dilated and made his pretty blue eyes appear dark and cold. “Do what?” I asked him rather innocently. I played with a strand of my hair as I watched my nearly naked boyfriend stand up.

He didn’t answer me which was either because he was angry or because he thought the answer was obvious. My nerves tangled up as J walked into our walk-in closet. His muscles were tense and he seemed a bit mad at me.

I didn’t need to be alone too long. He came back with a purple box in his strong arms. I watched as he put it on his nightstand before he joined me back in bed. “J what’s in there?” I asked him quietly. He chuckled at me and then he opened the box. I still didn’t see inside it so obviously I grew curious. It also made me a bit nervous.

“Kitten I know you like playing games since you’re always playing with me..” J started and grabbed something from the box. I gulped as he continued. “Now it’s my turn to play with you. I’ll punish you for being so damn naughty,turning me on in the middle of business and all” he let me know and that’s when I knew what that box was. In his hands I saw a pink, fluffy collar.

‘‘Put it on’‘ He told me and handed it to me. Since I had been naughty all day, I decided to push my luck. ‘‘No’‘ I snarled and covered it with a smirk. J seemed surprised by my answer. He crawled close to me and then pushed my head against the soft pillows. Before I knew what was going on, he wrapped his strong arm around my throat. I just smiled at my angry J.

‘‘You dare say no to me?’‘ He growled angrily. ‘‘Sorry Daddy’‘ I giggled a bit. He choked me a little bit and gave me a warning gaze. ‘‘You’re not sorry yet’‘ He said deeply and then laughed. As he let go of my throat, he wrapped the collar around me. I couldn’t help but to think of everything else he had in that box.

J grabbed a chain leach and attached it to me and the bed. I couldn’t leave our bed. I watched as he got up and he started searching for something else. ‘’What’s that box for?’’ I asked him innocently. ‘’Toys’’ I got a short reply. I couldn’t help but to get turned on. I wanted to touch him but I couldn’t get close to him.

‘‘Play with me daddy’‘ I encouraged him. He had a boner that I couldn’t wait to get to. ‘‘Maybe later but I need to punish you first’‘ J let me know. That’s when he grabbed a whip with a leather handle. I gulped as I looked at it in his strong arm. I’ve been very bad to deserve this.

‘‘You’re not smiling anymore. What’s the matter?’‘ J teased me while getting back to me. I just stared at the whip and tried to think how bad I’ve been. ‘‘I just..um’‘ I mumbled and then shut up. J laughed and grabbed my by my collar, dragging me above his legs with my ass in the air. It was the perfect position to punish me. For now, he was rubbing my bum with his hand.

‘‘I’ll make sure you’re sorry kitten’‘ He said seriously. Then he hooked his finger into my panties and started dragging them off.I helped him a bit by moving my legs. ‘‘You’re wet. Do you enjoy being under control hm? ‘‘ He asked me a question. His voice got raspier as he got hornier.

I opened my mouth to reply but I couldn’t. He whipped my bum and I screamed out in surprise. Then I squeezed the sheets hard because it stung. J laughed at me and then whipped me again. I cried out in pain but damn I loved it. ‘’You’ve been so bad..’’ J told me angrily. ‘’I’m so- Ah!’’ I whimpered as he whipped my sore bum once again. ‘’You’re not sorry you little slut’’ He growled and whipped me harder. I gritted my teeth and felt a tear rolling down my face. I couldn’t help but to get wetter tho.

‘‘Your pussy is glistening. Are you enjoying your punishment, huh?’‘ Joker asked me dangerously. I nodded a small nod for him. It made him whip me again. I flinched and cried out in both pain and pleasure.

‘‘Punishments aren’t supposed to be enjoyed’‘ He let me know darkly.Then he used his hand, spanking my ass hard and I heard it echo in our room. I groaned and hid my face in the covers. J wanted to see my face so he grabbed my collar and dragged me up so I was supporting myself with my arms.’‘Keep your eyes at me’‘ He demanded and I wouldn’t dare not to listen.

I looked directly into his dark blue eyes as he smacked me with his hand again. A couple tears rolled down my face but I smiled. ‘’I’m so sorry..daddy’’ I whimpered after his spanking. My ass was sore and it stung but damn it was worth it. He hummed and then rubbed my bum with his hand, calming the skin down.

‘‘Naughty naughty naughty..what will I do to you?’‘ He thought out loud. I didn’t answer because he was obviously going to punish me and whatever I said was too mild. Suddenly he got up and grabbed the box. ‘‘Say a number’‘ He told me while looking into the box. It made me curious again. ‘‘six’‘ I said a random number and tried to get closer, but the collar would choke me if I did.

J laughed and picked something out of the box. It was a black vibrator. ‘’I know just what to do with you’’ He let me know and then met my eyes. I was both excited and nervous now. J wasn’t mild with punishments. ‘’Get on your back’’ He told me while grabbing some other things as well. I did as he told me and rested against my pillows. I needed to feel him so all this waiting made me impatient.

I heard chains as I waited here. Then I felt the cold metal against my ankles. ‘’What are you doing?’’ I asked him  and looked down. ‘’Watch me’’ He replied darkly and chained my ankles to the bed post. He even put a pole between my legs so I couldn’t close them. I almost moaned because this turned me on so much. I was naked and tied down to the bed. Joker could do anything to me. Just the thought made me wet for him.

‘‘You’re so beautiful’‘ He purred as he started to tie my arms to the bed. I bit my bottom lip and smiled. ‘‘Too bad I need to punish you. If you were a good girl..’‘ He started and tugged the chains to make sure I couldn’t escape.  Then he got really close to my face, holding my jaw with his arm. ‘‘..I wouldn’t need to punish you like this’‘ He finished his sentence and sent tingles in a low place.

‘‘What could be so bad?’‘ I asked him. J smirked and grabbed the vibrator. Then he turned it on and the buzzing sound made me even more excited. I tried to arch my back, but he tied me down so well that I couldn’t move. J placed the vibrator on my clit and I gasped because it felt so good.

‘‘Ah J’‘ I moaned and tried to get more friction. He looked at me darkly and then let go of the vibrator. It still touched my clit and I couldn’t move so it would fall. I was holding back moans but it was hard. The friction on my needy clit felt fucking amazing. 

‘‘I hope you’ll enjoy yourself’‘ J said mysteriously. I gained my strength to ask him something. ‘‘What?’‘ I breathed out heavily. It sucked that I couldn’t move but the pleasure was so great. I felt helpless in a good way. ‘‘I know how girls need their space. I thought I could go and grab a drink and maybe see what’s on tv’‘ J let me know evilly. My eyes widened as I stared at my boyfriend.

‘‘Wait- J’‘ I tried to speak without moaning. He turned around and started walking out of our room. ‘‘J!’‘ I screamed and then moaned loudly. ‘‘I’ll be back in less than an hour’‘ He yelled and then left me all alone. I was already close to an orgasm and I couldn’t take the vibrator off. I held onto the chains and then I tried to hold back my orgasm.

Damn J!

///Joker’s P.O.V.///

Y/N had been alone, tortured by pleasure for already 40 minutes.She was screaming my name and then crying out in pure pleasure. I was listening to her while watching TV. Honestly, her sexual sounds were more interesting. Yes I was horny and I couldn’t wait to fuck her, but I was having too much fun.

Finally, I thought she had enough of it. I walked back into our bedroom and saw her. Y/N’s cheeks were red, tears had ruined her makeup and her lips were plump. It even looked like she had squirted. ‘’J.. p-p-please’’ She whimpered tiredly. I noticed that she was trembling a bit. ‘’Are you sorry?’’ I asked her just to be a tease. She cried out and nodded.

‘‘I need to hear it’‘ I growled and ran my hand up and down my stomach, tingling her a little bit. ‘‘Yes! I’m so s-sorry daddy! Please take it..off’‘ She legit screamed to me. That’s when I grabbed the vibrator and turned it off. Although I took it away, she was still trembling a little bit. Her breath was shaky and she kept moaning lightly.

‘‘Oh kitten’‘ I cooed and then started freeing her from the bed, starting with her ankles. I couldn’t help but to notice how fucking wet she was. As her legs were free, I got between her legs. I knew her pussy was sensitive but I knew she liked it. ‘‘J what are you doing?’‘ Y/N breathed out a bit weakly. I grabbed her legs tightly and got closer to her throbbing cunt. ‘‘Tasting what I got’‘ I replied and then licked her juices and attached my mouth to her clit. It made her moan really loudly and I liked it.

‘‘J..oh shit’‘ Y/N gasped while I started eating her. She was squirming beneath my touch and it boosted my ego. ‘‘You’re such a dirty slut you know that, right? First you come multiple times and now you’re letting me eat your pussy’‘ I started talking dirtily. While I used my mouth to speak, I pushed two fingers inside her warm walls.

‘‘Mmh daddy I’m such a bad girl’‘ She breathed out. I fingerfucked her tight little hole harder and loved her facial expressions while I pleasured her. ‘‘You’re a slut, my little whore’‘ I growled darkly. It made her moan. ‘‘Say it baby’‘ I told her and took out my fingers. I had to feel her the real way. I couldn’t wait no more.

‘‘I’m a dirty whore daddy. But I’m all yours’‘ She whimpered to me. ‘‘Good. Only I can touch you like this’‘ I reminded her while getting in position. I placed the tip of my cock on her entrance and then pushed my length inside of her. Y/N gasped and she looked like she saw stars. Damn all this teasing and punishing her got her really wet. Her warm walls hugged my cock tightly, making it feel magical.

‘‘Fuck me J’‘ She encouraged me. We were both hungry for friction. I didn’t need to be told that twice. I started pounding myself into her. It felt fucking amazing. ‘‘You’re still so tight’‘ I grunted deeply. I could hear our skin slapping together as I fucked her. 

‘‘You feel so fucking good daddy’‘ Y/N gasped as I hit her G-spot. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she kept tugging the chains that held her arms. She desperately wanted to touch me but it was a part of her punishment. I leaned down and started kissing her neck while I rammed myself into her hard.

She was a moaning mess underneath me. I bit her skin so there would be marks on her later. ‘’You take me so fucking good’’ I purred to her. As I kept pounding in and out of her tightness, I noticed that she was getting close. So was I. 

I took advantage of the signs and I used all my strength to push her closer to an edge. Y/N gritted her teeth together but it didn’t stop her from moaning. I started breathing heavily as pleasure grew more intense. ‘’I’m gonna..J I’m gonna cum’’ Y/N screamed. ‘’Cum for me kitten’’ I told her and squeezed her tits. All the pleasure mixed together and pushed Y/N over the edge. Her walls tightened around me as she came. Y/N gasped and started cursing as her orgasm took over her.

That’s when I pulled out.I grabbed my cock and jerked off to finish myself. Finally, I felt pleasure taking over my senses. I growled as my cum shot landed on Y/N. Now I felt like I saw stars. It was overwhelming.

I just watched as my cum covered Y/N’s chest and man, it was a sexy sight. She was panting yet she kept a smile on her pretty face. I freed her arms and took off her collar. Then I finally lied down and caught my breath after such a good night. ‘’I’m dirty J’’ Y/N whispered into my ear. Her hand was on my stomach and she traced the outlines of my muscles. I looked into her eyes. There was a sparkle in hers.

‘‘What will you do about that?’‘ I breathed out. Suddenly she wiped some of the cum off of her with her finger. I watched closely as she brought it to her lips and then licked it off like a good girl. ‘‘Dirty girl’‘ I chuckled. ‘‘You taste so good daddy’‘ Y/N purred happily and finished cleaning herself.

‘‘If you keep calling me that, I might have to take you up for round two’‘ I warned her. I doubt neither of us would actually mind that..

Perfect Morning Part 2

Summary:  When your boyfriend Bucky comes back from a mission all you want to do it’s to spent the day cuddling with him and make up for the lost time. Unfortunately, life has other plans and Bucky is called to work right away.

This is my submission for @buckthegrump writing challenge where my prompt was  “Or you could…ya know, stay?”

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1516

Warnings: Very, very dirty. Masturbation, dirty talk, thigh riding, unprotect sex and somehow this is all kind sweet at the same time? I don’t know man, my brain works in a very weird way.

Part 1

Originally posted by wildenvy

Bucky lays you in bed, taking off his shirt out of your body “You are so beautiful, sweetheart.” He says kissing your neck; his beard tickles you, making you laugh.

These little moments make you notice how much you missed him “You are such a cliché, Bucky Barnes.” You say playful, tugging his hair. He rolls his eyes at you pinning your hands above your head, with a smirking on his face.

“I am only saying the truth, sweetheart. Can’t you see what I see? A beautiful girl, looking like an angel… lying underneath me, only with her white bra and panties. You look so pure and innocent, that should be a crime do all the things I want and will do to you.”

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Owned - End

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

Now it was surreal. This was to be your child’s room. A child. His child.

You saw it in his eyes, how much he loved this baby already. The excitement in your heart seemed to explode every moment you met his eyes.

“I can’t.” You but your lips nervously, hand shaking and looking at him for help.

He smiled and it was perfect, that moment. He put his hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it, pushing the door open and watching for your reaction.

You gasped and felt speechless.

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Restricted. (Seungcheol Ficlet) [M]

So, it’s been a while hoes. 😁 this is gonna be hella short because i just felt like writing this for no reason, i just felt like it and i was wondering if you’d like for us to post short stuff like this?

Also, we are STILL on hiatus, i simply just wanted to post this to see whether or not it will receive good feedback so we know what to serve everyone once the blog is up and running again. 😁😊

-kate

word count: 544 words

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Lena calling Kara, Daddy, and it triggers Kara taking her right there in the hallway of her apartment and not even bothering to take her inside.

Rated M for sMut!!

This is the prompt that started it all.

Making this fic for some of my more dirty tumblr prompts! so it may turn into a multi-chap if I feel inspired!

Love Me Harder

Read it on AO3-  http://archiveofourown.org/works/9935561


Lena has always had a rather … eclectic social media following.

There were those fans who follow her because she’s a Luthor and they expect her to follow in her brother’s footsteps. They’re her least favorite type of fan- all anti-alien and anti-Supergirl; and she makes a point to block them as soon as they show themselves. She doesn’t need that sort of negativity, and neither does Kara. Plus, any sort of contact that reminds her of Lex makes her a little sick to her stomach.

Then there are the fans that have a sort of morbid curiosity about her. Those that are just waiting for her to fall from grace. It’s like her life is a real life reality show that people can’t help but watch.

She opens her Instagram page, eyes widening when she sees the ridiculous amount of notifications.

Ahh, yes - she had added a picture of her and Kara the other day, and there was nothing her fans loved more than a good couple pic.

It isn’t even that ground breading of a picture, they’re eating ice cream for Pete’s sake. But something about the way Kara’s hand is settled possessively around her waist must set people off, because her inbox is full dirty comments, one in particular catching her eye.

“Tell me Lena Luthor doesn’t call Kara Danvers daddy in bed.“

She’s in so much shock that she doesn’t even hear Kara creep up behind her.

“Daddy? Why are they calling me daddy?”

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Sisters and Misters

“So you and professor Tyrion, why, how and when?” Arya said dumping her school bag in Sansa’s bed and letting her stuff spill all over the sheets “talk, now” she ordered giving her older sister the look that warned her against lying

“We kinda, might have, sort of….slept together this one time the day Joffrey dumped me for Margaery” Sansa had the decency to look ashamed, this was Arya, not Bran, although if Arya was here then it was probably because Bran knew, and that was way too many family members keeping tabs on her

“Wait! Didn’t Asshat dump you during summer camp? How did you go from there to having sex with your political science professor?” now Arya was intrigued, one thing was to hear it from Bran’s Three Eyed Raven surveillance system and another was to hear the details from the source. Normally Sansa was an insanely private person who only trusted a few of her girlfriends, but she was also the only source of feminine wiles that Arya would ever listen to, so finding out she was not as perfect as mom and dad thought was exciting as hell.

“I didn’t know he was a professor at King’s Landing’s University when I met him! Let alone Joffrey’s uncle” Sansa hissed “to me he was this short man in a bar who was also getting publicly dumped, we comiserated over our sorrows you know, he was funny and witty and…”

“And you had drunk rebound sex I get it” Arya stopped her sister before she got to the dirty bits “Doesn’t explain what happened after though, let’s face it Sansa professor Tyrion is not exactly your…type”

“Why do people keep saying that? Lyanna said the same thing” Sansa huffed crossing her arms over her chest “so what if he’s not tall dark and handsome, he’s witty and devious and terribly funny, we can talk for hours and still want to see each other next morning”

Apparently the last part went right over Arya’s head “Wait a minute Lyanna knew you were banging your professor before me? Who else knows?, I’m your sister, I should come before Lyanna Mormont”

“Lyanna knew something was up the first time she saw my scooter outside the tower of the hand, nothing escapes that brat” she remembered she’d been so completely frozen when she arrived late to her first day of class only to find out that her new professor was the Mr best-sex-ever that she hadn’t been able to concentrate on his lecture at all, which was fine because she later she found out he only talked about KLU’s honor code on loop for forty-five minutes.

Tyrion had asked her to stay back in order to apologise and Sansa had willfully misinterpreted the whole thing to avoid his apology so he’d asked her about her political ambitions and they ended up sharing a meal in his office while Sansa bitched over how creepy Petyr Baelish was.

“Also I’m not banging him!, we just have lunch together a lot….and maybe dinner, he takes me to all these exotic restaurants and I like dragging him to Hot Pie’s for some good northern cusine, its nothing bad, we just talk about class and family and stuff, sometimes we see a show in the Targaryen Arena or go driving around town”

“But no sex?” Arya observed Sansa closely, so far she’d been truthful “not even a handjob under the desk?” Sansa shook her head which made Arya laugh “Does he have brain damage? What man in this universe has a one night stand with you and never tries getting into your pants again?”

“He said he wouldn’t, well not unless I ask him to that is” Sansa blushed “Tyrion isn’t like that, he’s very respectful”

“Are we talking about the same Tyrion Lannister?, Founder of the ‘God of tits and wine’ wet T-shirt competition back when he was a student?” Arya snorted “You’re crazy”

“Maybe he doesn’t like me that way, ever thought about that?” Sansa muttered picking at the threads of her floral pajamas “Maybe he feels sorry for me, after all he knows Cersei pulled strings and kicked me out of Royal House sorority when Marg got together with Joffrey so he’s trying to make it up to me”

Arya looked at Sansa’s blush, turned her face to the side and studied the way her lips suppressed a sigh “But you WANT to, oh my Stranger I’m so telling Jon about this!” She made to leave but Sansa tackled her to the ground

“Don’t you DARE, Jon will tell Sam who will tell Gilly who will tell Roslin who will tell Robb who will tell Dad who will tell Mom who in turn will DEFINITELY kill me”

“But professor Tyrion practically adopted Danny, don’t you think Jon should know you’re dating his unnoficial future father in law?”

“WERE NOT DATING” Sansa growled clasping a hand over Arya’s mouth “Besides Tyrion isn’t like a father to Danny, he’s more like a fun uncle, or an annoying elder brother, if anything Danny adopted Tyrion not the other way around”

Arya twisted out of her tackle and licked Sansa’s hand to make her move it “Sansa hate to break it to you miss prissy but if he’s taking you out to nice places, spend your weekends together and ditch family dinners to meet up in the library while you secretly want to bang in the nearest surface” Arya levelled Sansa with her best bitch face “That’s called dating” she started to head for the door again

“If Jon hears about this Arya I swear I’ll tell him about the greasy mechanic from Fleabottom that you like so much” Sansa shot back crossing her arms over her chest “let’s see who wins the prize for 'most disappointing significant other’ in our parents eyes this year”

“Go ahead!” Arya called her bluff “I’ll even invite Gendry over to tonight’s Thanksgiving dinner, because unlike you I’m not ashamed of my friends”

“You mean it’s serious with the guy? I’ll have you know I’m not ashamed of Tyrion! I’m afraid dad will kill him, there’s a difference” Sansa was actually very proud of him and would have loved to parade her non-relationship all around campus if it wasn’t for the fact that “He’s also my professor, people will think I’m with him because I want an easy A” Cersei would definitely make it look that way

“So?” Arya deadpanned “Jon is practically married to a pyromaniac distantly related to him by blood, Robb hooked up with Roslin Frey, who’s the daughter of the biggest creep in Westeros, I have Gendry who I really like, Gendry who dropped out of highschool and currently works for less than Rickon’s allowance, Bran has both Meera and Jojen because he thinks he’s the next Oberyn Martell all that was missing in the table was your addition to the list”

“You’re right, dating Tyrion could only make him lose his job and get me expelled” Sansa felt like the worst, but Arya was right she had to face the music “all right, if you bring Gendry tonight, I will drag Tyrion up here for Turkey, besides who in this family could disappoint mother more this year anyway?” And then Sansa’s eyes lit up “unless…”

“Sansa NO” Arya warned her big sister “I know that face, it’s not going to work!”

“But Brienne likes you, ask her to come over with Jamie, she won’t say no to you” Sansa begged with her best puppy eyes “it works in your favor too, mom will take one look at the Kingslayer and we’ll all be off the hook because she hates him since his last reality TV show”

“You’re not wrong” it was a testament to how much Arya liked Gendry that she was seriously okay with throwing Brienne to the big wolves “as far as extreme disappointment goes, short of dating Tywin himself there is no topping off Jamie Lannister in mom’s mind and Brienne doesn’t have to live with mom, unlike us, she can walk out of Thanksgiving dinner unscathed”

“So you’ll ask her?”

“Yes” Arya bargained “but only if you convince professor Tyrion to come too, I don’t want Gendry to be the only one suffering”

Sansa considered it for a minute and sighed extending her hand “it’s a deal” this was going to be the most awkward Thanksgiving ever

Wrath | Seven Deadly Sins Series

Lust - Part One | Envy - Part Two

Dean x Reader

This is a 7 part series with each part related to a one of the seven deadly sins.

A/N: Thanks for showing this new miniseries some love! You are all amazing and I love all your faces. Tag list is at the bottom <3

Summary: Dean’s hurting and wants you to hurt just as much, he isn’t considering what it might do to Sam. You talk him out of saying anything to him but Dean’s still angry and things take an interesting turn.

Warning: Smut ← dom!dean // dirty talk // rough sex

Originally posted by thejabberwock

“You’re not mad at me Dean, you’re jealous.” now your eyes are narrowed “you’re jealous that Sam has been apart of my life this whole time.”

Dean lets out a dark chuckle “Maybe I am a little jealous. Maybe I envy what you and Sam share.” he admits “but I wonder how envious Sam will be of me when he finds out I got it first” Dean’s grin is almost as dark as his laugh as he scans your body “I think I should just go tell him right now” he begins to turn away but you grab his arm.

“You wouldn’t do that to him” your eyes pleading Dean to calm down.

“Watch me” Dean yanks his arm free from your grasp and heads towards the door to the bunker.

You quickly run after him. You have to walk twice as fast as him to catch up, his strides are so long and the anger boiling beneath his surface adding fuel to the fire. You can’t believe he’d do this to his brother, just to hurt you. He didn’t even want to listen to reason. He just saw what he saw and that’s it in his eyes. He knows what he needs to and now he’s going to ruin his relationship with Sam, your relationship with Sam and your relationship with him.

“Dean, Dean.” you’re just on his tail, almost caught up to him when you reached out and almost missed his arm but your fingertips curled in and latched onto his sleeve “DEAN!” you shout at him as you yank on the flannel fabric of his sleeve “Dean please” you’re voice much more quiet now, not wanting to tip off Sam that anything might be wrong.

“Stop Y/N” He finally turned around and froze in place. You’re so close to him that his sudden paused made you run directly into his broad chest, his stubble scratching against your forehead as you run into him.

You stumble backwards a few steps and look at him. His nostrils flaring with every deep breath he takes in through his nose. His face red, knuckles white as his fingernails dig into the palms of his hands he’s balling his fist so tight.

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Punishments

A/N: Finally posted this! Please take note that fics will be posted late due to laptop difficulties. -Admin Uni

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content

“Naaaammjoooonieeeeee” You called out, seeking attention from your busy boyfriend. “Naaaaaamjoooonieeeeeeeee” You repeated, allowing yourself to stress the vowels in his name and let the slight irritation voice itself.

Yet again, his attention was focused on his laptop and listening to whatever he was listening to. You were beginning to become more irked, you haven’t seen him face to face for five million years and he was always sending his horny ass texts like “Baabyyy I misss youuu” or “You don’t know the dirty things I’m going to do to you once I get back” or your favorite: a dick pic followed by “Can’t you come over and suck me off?”. Goddammit Namjoon, if you really meant it you’d be fucking me into next month by now. You were starting to feel slightly neglected, a little offended that he’s putting all this work in front of you. You were sure that if you collapsed and died, he

wouldn’t notice the thud your body would make and continue working.You were needy, after eternity without any physical affection he’s here and ignoring you for work? You were having none of that bullshit.

Suddenly, an idea popped in your head. You raced upstairs and shut the door to your shared room when he was even there. You peeled off your cozy sweats and replaced them with something much more appealing. You had recently decided that you were going to spoil yourself, and that led to buying piles upon piles of lingerie. You were pretty sure that you’d be broke if you didn’t have Namjoon. But he wasn’t there to control you, and that was more reasons that he should pay more attention to you. You slid the panties and garter on with ease, and clipped the intricate matching bra as well. You pulled the stockings on and clipped them to the garter and glimpsed at your reflection. Namjoon better like what he sees or you were going to scream, those screams not being of pleasure. You took off the ponytail and watched your hair cascade and fall down to its length. You finally did your makeup in a sultry way, not holding back.

You sauntered down the stairs, proud of your work. There was Namjoon, still furiously working. So devoted to his work, if only he could devote that much attention to you. You smirked lightly and came close to his face.

“Namjoonie..” You stated his name seductively, making sure you came off more appealing than normal.

Namjoon finally looked up from his damned work and took a glance at you. He finally set his laptop aside and took out his earbuds to take in the sight in front of him.

You slithered onto his lap and began rocking your hips in a steady rhythm. Namjoon rested his hands on your ass, looking up expectantly at you. You simply bit your lip and began to trail your hands along his torso, chest and his delicious collarbone.

“Baby..what are you doing? You know that daddy’s busy” Namjoon replied darkly.

You let out no response and just hummed and lifted the hem of his shirt and slid the useless piece of clothing off. You proceeded to kiss along his jawline and suck on the flesh of his neck, marking him as yours. Your actions came to an abrupt end when you sensed yourself being picked up off his lap and carried into the bedroom. You yelped in a high pitched voice as you were effortlessly tossed onto the soft sheets of the bed.

“Baby, what did I tell you about bothering daddy when he’s working” He questioned with authority.

“To not to..but daddy. I need you. Please?” You responded innocently.

“But you broke a rule, babygirl. You need to be punished. You know better than that. Now. On my lap” He commanded, taking a seat and gesturing to his lap.

You huffed and bent over his lap, wiggling your ass to a small extent to tease him a bit. Namjoon simply rubbed your ass gingerly before placing a harsh slap on your cheek. He kept repeating the motion of rubbing the area lightly before spanking you, alternating between the paddle and his hands. You squirmed, and kicked out your legs as a reaction to the stinging sensation. Namjoon chuckled quietly at your action before sitting you up on his lap again.

“Now, are you going to behave like a good little girl or is daddy going to have to discipline you more?”

“Hmmm…no. I like being punished by you, daddy.”

Namjoon growled and flung you onto your back. In one swift motion, your bra was being ripped off of you. The next thing you knew, you were being fastened to the headboard with the ribbons. You pouted as the silk tie went from his hands, and made its way to cover your eyes. Namjoon peeled off the laced garter and panties, leaving you bare and vulnerable to his lustful wishes.

You heard footsteps venture into the closet, with several objects being placed onto the nightstand beside you.

“Such a dirty girl..you like being punished, don’t you, you little slut?”

He was only met with silence as he began to ruthlessly attack your neck with harsh bites and suckles that were going to leave a noticeable purple color the next day. You tilted your head back, enjoying the sensation of his mouth, and the overall dominance beginning to present itself. His glorious mouth started to leave a line, lingering on the attacked place before trailing down to your breasts. You started to breathe heavily as he took one into his mouth and kneaded one roughly with his large hand. You bit back your moans while he toyed around with the rosy buds, biting and sucking on one, while the other was being pinched and rolled between his fingers.

“N-Namjoon” You breathlessly said between pants.

Again, your reactions were met with a deep yet quiet laugh and simply proceeded to trail his hands and mouth down your navel to your soaking core. You were positive that your wetness was slowly dripping down your thigh and onto the bed beneath you, ruining the sheets.

“Oh? What’s this? The only thing I did was tongue your tits for a few minutes and you’re already this wet?”

“Sh-shut up and just pleasure me already, daddy!”

“I don’t think so..you’re still being punished, remember princess?”

You let out an exasperated groan and lifted your hips, hoping he’d finally just let you release by now. Instead, Namjoon just rubbed your clit, while teasing your slit. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he began to suck on your swollen clit while pushing a digit inside of you. He picked up the pace and begun to suck harder before going at an agonizing rate again. You knew exactly what this fucker was doing with you, and he sure as hell knew that you didn’t like one little bit. You cried out as small vibrations began to pulsate through your body, Namjoon knew you were close. And he decided to toy with it, switching on your vibrator to the lowest setting and thrusting it into you. You began to moan uncontrollably, out of the pleasure coursing through your veins and the vibrator oh so teasingly bringing you to your release but not quite.

“Babygirl..I can tell that your close. But don’t cum yet, or you’ll only get punished more.” Namjoon dangerously warned.

You had enough of this merciless teasing, you ignored his caution and climaxed, releasing onto the vibrator.

“Baby, what did I tell you about cumming? You’re really going to get it now.”

You smirked, not knowing what was going to come next but still smirked out of anticipation. You cried out in surprise though, as the riding crop was being brought down onto the sensitive bundle of nerves on your thigh. You then felt the tail of the whip crackle onto the valley between your breasts. Namjoon knew you were sensitive there and only decided to toy with you even more. Unawaringly, the vibrator was turned onto a higher setting, being thrusted at a quicker pace.

“You wanted to cum this badly? Go ahead, sweetheart. See what it’ll get you into” Namjoon teased, amusing himself from your visible frustration.

You felt a sucking pressure being applied to your clit once again as the vibrator was taken out and replaced by two long and slender fingers. You didn’t even know how many times you came by now, the only thing you knew was that you needed him inside you. You released one more time, before the fingers and tongue were taken away from your aching core.

“Hmm..are you ready for daddy now? Are you ready for your pretty little core to take all of daddy’s cock and finally let me fuck you? Answer me, babygirl.” Namjoon commanded, pulling your head close to his.

“Fuck, daddy. I don’t give a shit anymore, just please fuck me already! You’ve teased me for too fucking long, I need your cock so fucking badly!” You irritatedly exclaimed.

“Fine. But first..” The silken tie and the ribbons fell away and you were being forced onto your knees. Your head was being pushed down to Namjoon’s pulsating member. You reluctantly took all of him into your mouth, and eventually throat. You didn’t get why he didn’t have you ride him, but you obliged, willing to do as he wished for you to do. You bobbed your head in a slow pace, hollowing your cheeks. Namjoon began groaning and thrusting into your throat, fucking your mouth. He then quickly pulled out from your throat and tossed you back onto the bed. The mattress shifted underneath his weight, as he climbed on top of you.

“I think you’re ready for daddy’s cock. Are you now, babygirl? Are you ready to melt under daddy’s voice as he pleasures you, finally letting you cum all over his cock? Is that what my dirty little babygirl wants?”

“Daddy please..stop teasing and fuck me.”

You got into his favorite position, onto your stomach with your ass up. You yelped and cried out as without warning, Namjoon slammed into you. He began to pound into you with so much force, that you had to grip the sheets until your knuckles turned white to keep from flying forward. Your moaning was uncontrollable now, the sensory overload and the pleasure was too much for you to take. You could have sworn you were seeing stars, you were on cloud nine now. Namjoon’s filthy words were only helping you to achieve your heavenly climax, you were going to release sooner than you thought. Your words were turned to unintelligible vowels, moans turned to screams. The only word that could be made out was “Namjoon”. You then tightened around Namjoon, screamed out that dirty name of his, and released all over his aching member. Namjoon soon climaxed after you, with several grunts and an elongated groan.

The both of you collapsed onto the bed after your mind blowing orgasm and looked lovingly into each other’s eyes.

“Hey babe? I’m sorry for ignoring you. But..I was writing a song for you. I wanted it to be the best, but I didn’t realise that I was neglecting you.” Nams sheepishly scratched his neck, smiling dorkishly, those damn cute dimples appearing.

“Just don’t do it again. Unless you want me to do what I just did again.” You replied, masking your flattery and excitement.

“Babe, if I’m going to get you into that lingerie and you grinding all over my lap, I’m sure as hell going to do it again”

You rolled your eyes and smacked his arm, proceeding to fall asleep cradled snugly into his arms.

How To Save A Life // A Jughead Jones Imagine

Prompt: You realize Jughead isn’t happy with you


You stopped dead in your tracks in the door way of the editing room. Betty and Jughead were talking, you could tell it was deep, and Betty’s hand on his arm let you know you wouldn’t be welcomed.
Silently, you left the room and headed for the foot ball field to find Archie. Your mind was racing, you found yourself on autopilot making your way out of the building. He was there, working on the one day they didn’t have practice, his shirt discarded on the bleachers, his water bottle empty. Instead of grabbing his attention, you ran back to the student lounge to get him some more water and ice. When you returned, he was standing by the bleachers, hands on his hips, eyes squinted, looking around.
“Hey Arch, sorry, I saw you were out and got you some more water.” You explained as you quickened your pace.
“No problem, thanks, (Y/N). Whats up? You never come near me when I’m dirty. Besides, I thought you and Cheryl were having a thing with Ronnie and Jughead.” You shrugged and pushed your hair out of your face.
“Jughead canceled it. He and Betty had something more important to do.” You said, hoping your voice didn’t betray how upset you were.
“More important than you?” His eyebrows raised. You sat down on the bleachers, smoothing your dress over your thighs, and let your shoulders fall.
“Yeah.” The red head shook his head and plopped down beside you.
“No, absolutely not. What’s going on?”
“I dunno Arch, I just. I feel like- Like maybe I’m not the right person to be with him. And he knows it.”
“What are you even talking about, I’ve seen the way you two look at each other.”
If only Archie knew. Tears slowly formed in your (e/c) eyes.
“Its not what you think, he doesn’t talk to me, but when he does, I feel unwanted, like I’m boring him. I feel like Im not the right type for him you know?”
“No, actually.” You sighed, he sounded angry.
“Archie I’m dramatic, and shallow. I hang out with the mean girls, I read old southern gothic books, and dream in black and white. I shop and gossip and care more about my hair than I do about half of my friends. Jughead, he’s smart and intelligent, he hates everything I am. I know he doesn’t like to associate with me in public, he hates being around me, especially when I’m with Cheryl.”
“(Y/N) please don’t say that.” Archie said. You sat in total silence for a few moments, tears trickling down your face. “I’m sorry you feel that way.”
You smiled sadly over at Archie. “I’m not.” He looked away, shoulders hunched. He was running his nail over the pad of his thumb, a tick he developed in ninth grade that only reared when he was upset.
“You know, he’s so happy with Betty. Do you think- Should I let him go?”
Archie was quiet for a minute, contemplating. You refused to look at him but you could feel his eyes on you. “I just want you to be happy.” He said finally.
“I have to go.” You said abruptly jumping up, your mind made up. You threw your bag over your shoulder and started walking back towards the building.
You knocked on the door, Betty and Jughead looked over their shoulder at you. Jughead smiled at you. “Hey.”
“(Y/N)! Hi!” Betty called out.
“Hey Betty!” You responded and wrapped your arms around her shoulders from the back. “So good to see you! Hey, uhm, can you give Jughead and I a minute?” His face fell.
Betty left with no complaint. “What’s going on (Y/N)? You look upset.” He noted as you sat in the chair Betty was previously in.
“I’m fine, Jug. We just need to talk. I need you to listen, not say a single word, just listen.”
He nodded. You explained to him everything you told Archie and how you just wanted him to be happy and how you knew it wouldn’t be with you.
“(Y/N),” He started. “I don’t think you’re a bad person because you spend hours on your hair. You’re one of my best friends. You’ll always be one of my best friends-”
“And you, mine.” You cut him off. “Take care of Betty or I’ll kill you.” You said, attempting to laugh, and wiping your eyes softly. “There is somebody I need to go find, so if you want to hang out with me this weekend, let me know.”
Jughead stood up to hug you, you held him for just a second before turning to leave. You ran down the hall towards the locker rooms, barging in without knocking you came face to face with your (thankfully) clothed friend.
“Archie.”

Talk Dirty to Me (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Dean Winchester Tag List: @mega-mrs-dean-winchester@tinkerbellafan @amillionfandoms-onlyoneme @tiffany-tumblerr@ria132love @partytillthenightsout @pinkleopardss @spnfan-96@letmusicguideu Dean x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: aprox 1367

You had been dating Dean Winchester all school year, and it was finally summer. He decided to take you to a drive-in movie. Which seemed like a great idea, however your hormones were screaming when he picked you up. Being a teenage girl had its perks. Your boobs were still perky, your face wasn’t in need of crazy amounts of make-up, and you were able to sit for as long as you wanted without your back getting stiff. But it also meant when you saw your boyfriend- Dean, you wanted to go the whole nine yards. Which Dean has only let you do once, on your birthday. You sat in his dad’s old Ford pick-up as he put the car in park in the back, shielded by several bushes.

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Jesse Mccree Headcanons

I love this dorky cowboy so much!

Warnings: Some nsfw headcanons


SFW

  • This boy is so full of love it’s amazing
  • He didn’t have the best upbringing so he’s gonna show you as much love as possible and make sure you never feel that aching loneliness that still haunts him
  • He’ll pull you into his lap constantly
  • Wraps an arm around your waist whenever you walk past him
  • Loves hugging you from behind
  • Loves hugging you, period
  • His kisses are soft and gentle and filled with emotion
  • He treats you like royalty and insists that since you’ve made his life so much better, he has to express his gratitude
  • He’s not afraid to tell you he loves you
  • He wants you to know what you do to him
  • THE NICKNAMES
  • Never is at a loss for something to call you
  • Your favorites are ‘sugar’, ‘darlin’, and ‘sweetpea’
  • You’ll never get tired of how they roll off of his tongue


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The Mistress - Chapter 14

Summary: The OC (reader) has a visit with Negan’s wives that turns into a forceful situation before ending with Negan giving the reader an ultimatum.

Characters: Reader (OC), Negan, Negan’s Wives, Dwight & Daryl

Notes: Just a pre-warning: for part of this, there is a threat of forcing sexual contact onto someone without them wanting it. It’s not terribly awful, but I know some things can seriously bother people, so I just want to give it a pre-warning.

Warnings: Swearing, Negan still being a dick, Forceful Sexual Situations & Angst

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9366677/chapters/25927998

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Denial and Reward

Requested by @castielscamander

Pairing: Kenny Omega/FC

Category: Smut

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“Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”

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It had been an ordinary day, for you at least, your boyfriend had gone off to his job as a spy and you were off to do some food shopping to try and take your mind off the fact that the man you love could be killed at any time. Everything had changed though, and this time you were the one causing Eggsy to be worried.
On your way home your chest had become tight, your breathing becoming laboured as your heart was racing. All the way home you’d repeated in your head ‘just get home’, ‘just get home’. As soon as you arrived at your front door and started to root around in your handbag for your keys, the world suddenly went black. Your shopping slipped from your hands, crashing to the ground along with your body. The contents of your handbag lay strewn around you, and a small amount of blood started seeping through your hair as it lay messily on the concrete. Luckily your neighbour was on their way out and as they stepped out of the house they saw a bottle of coke laying on their mat, then looked over to you on the ground unconscious.
“Shit!” Matt gasped as his eyes scanned your limp body. You could faintly hear his voice, but couldn’t make your body respond to anything. You heard him ring an ambulance in a panic, giving them the address, then comforting you as he waited for it to arrive.
“It’s okay, (Y/N), the ambulance is coming, it’s okay,” he soothes, picking up your boys around you and putting them neatly back into the shopping bags. He then gets your phone from your bag and uses your finger to unlock it.
“I’m just going to phone Gary for you, don’t worry,” he says, letting you know of what he was doing.
“Hi, Gary, it’s Matt from next door… Yeah, try not to worry mate, she’s collapsed outside your house, I’m just with her waiting for the ambulance now… Okay, no worries… Looks like she went out shopping… Yeah, of course I will, talk soon,” Matt hangs up the phone, putting it back inside your handbag, then he sees your eyes fluttering open.
“Hey, try not to move (Y/N), you’ve got a nasty cut on your head. Gary will meet you at the hospital okay? He’s asked me to take the shopping inside for you when the ambulance comes, so I’ll look after your keys until you get home,” he explains as you try to say something, but can’t form a coherent sentence. The ambulance arrives seconds later, the paramedics jumping out and hooking you up to all sorts of things before putting you on a bed and rolling you into the back.
“Gary, her boyfriend, will be at the hospital when you get there,” Matt says as they jump in the van and head off. He kindly takes your shopping into your house and even puts things away in the fridge and freezer, then locks your door as he heads off to where he was going when he found you.

“(Y/N)! I’m here, it’s alright love, I’m here,” Eggsy says as you’re wheeled through the sliding doors of a&e.
“Gary?” One of the paramedics asks.
“Yes, yes that’s me,” he replies, “what’s wrong with her?”
“That’s what we’re here to find out. Don’t be alarmed by the blood, it looks a lot worse than it actually is,” they explain as they wheel you into a bay and nurse surround you. Eggsy stands at the edge of the cubicle, looking on at everyone bustling around you, asking you questions, taking blood and hooking you up to monitors.
“Does she have any history of panic attacks?” A nurse asks Eggsy as she stands there with a clipboard.
“Erm, yeah, I think she had a couple about a year ago when I… erm… wasn’t well for a while,” he stutters, thinking back to when he got shot on a mission and Roxy had to look after you when you had a panic attack after you found out what happened.
“Okay, thank you. She should be able to go home in a few hours, we’re just giving her some fluid as she was dehydrated, but it seems like it was a bad panic attack that she had. The cut on her head has been given a couple of stitches, so you’ll just need to come back in a couple of weeks to get them removed,” the nurse explains.
“Thanks so much for looking after her,” he nods, biting his thumb as he looks over at you lying on the bed. He slowly makes his way over to you and sits holding your hand as you sleep. A few hours later when your stats have returned to normal, you’re discharged and Eggsy drives you home.
“Tell me what you’re worrying about,” Eggsy pleads as he tucks you up in bed.
“You,” You say weakly.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you say as the first tears start rolling down your cheeks.
“Oh my love, I’m not going anywhere. What on earth made you think that?”
“Every time you leave the house, I don’t know whether you’ll be coming back to me in one piece. It terrifies me.”
“Babe, I’ll always come back to you. Roxy, Merlin and Harry will always make sure of that. Please don’t worry so much about me, I’ll always be here for you no matter what.”
“Promise?”
“I promise. Now you rest and let me take care of you.”
You give a small smile as he starts putting things away in the closet, then taking the dirty laundry out to wash. When he sets the washing machine up and puts the clothes in, he comes back to your side, getting in bed next to you, leaning up on his arm as he looks down at your peaceful face.
“Stop staring at me,” you whisper, your eyes still closed.
“How did you-?”
“I can feel you breathing on my face,” you laugh.
“Damn it! Do you need anything?”
“A cuddle, please.”
Eggsy leans back against the headboard, carefully pulling your upper body onto his stomach, then wrapping his arms around your back as you lay over his lap. He strokes your hair gently, whispering to you as you snuggle into him.
“You’re the most precious thing on this earth, and I’ll never ever leave you. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you,” he soothes, “please don’t be scared, I love you too much to let anything happen.”

Jack Maynard - Naked

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy :) And don’t forget to send in your requests!

Word count: 863

You currently in London visiting a couple of friends and just having a little holiday for yourself. The Maynards and Josh had very kindly offered to let you stay over at their place. You really appreciated their kindness, but the lack of space was starting to get a bit uncomfortable. You were rooming with Jack, since the both of you had been friends for the longest time.

You had cooked them a nice dinner, and was in the midst of clearing up. The boys really don’t get a lot of proper home cooked meals so you wanted to treat them. And they also clearly didn’t know very much about cleaning up. You took it in turns to teach the boys how to look after themselves and keep the pests away. Today was Jack’s turn. He barely knew how to clean a plate well. “Jack. Don’t just put the dishes in the dishwasher will you? At least give it a little rinse.”

“What’s the point of the bloody dishwasher then?”

“There’s broccoli and chicken skin stuck on it Jack”, you pointed out. Huffing, he pulled the plate back out to rinse it. You gave him directions to rinse the other dishes as well. When he tried to get soap onto the sponge, it ended up flying right into your eye.

“Shit. You okay (Y/N)?” he asked laughing.

“You idiot! I’m gonna go blind now!” you exaggerated. He laughed, helping you to wash the soup out of your eyes. You felt goose bumps form on your arm as his body was pressed against yours, bending around you. He had one hand holding your hair back, out of your face, while the other was helping you wash the soap out. You blinked the water out of eyes, finally able to open your eyes and see clearly again. Stepping back, you noticed Jack’s eyes widen considerably, and he tried to awkwardly clear his throat.

“Uh (Y/N)? Erm you’re uh-you’re not wearing a bra”, he trailed off awkwardly. You stood there, stunned, as your cheeks burned.

“Well yeah I mean I never wear bras at home.”

“It’s just uh I can, I can see everything” he tried to get his point across.

“FUCK!” you looked down to realise that the water had made your t-shirt pretty much see-through and it was sticking to your bare chest. The cold water was also making your nipples poke through the thin t-shirt.

Conor walked into the kitchen then and his gaze immediately fell on your chest. “Woah (Y/N)!”

Jack quickly jumped in front of you to protect your nakedness from his brother. “Don’t look you twat!”

“What’s all that racket about?” Josh called, joining in.

“Oh my god! Get out all of you”, Jack wasn’t sure why either, but his face held a deep blush.

“Erm I think I’ll just go change then”, you mumbled, trying to manuver around the three boys, while awkwardly covering your wet chest.

“Woah okay what did I miss?” Josh’s eyes widen as he took in the view of your soaking figure, that was quite well on display for them all.

“Stop perving will you?” Jack was flustered by time, but also wanted to make sure the boys did not see anymore than they had too.

“I think Jack got lucky mate”, Conor sniggered. Josh and Conor high-fived on Jack’s behalf, while the main man in question turned a bright shade of red.

“Damn! Jack!” That earned the boys a couple of whacks from Jack.

Jack walked into his room where you were getting changed, just as you had put on his guns ‘n’ roses t-shirt. “Don’t mind do you? I can’t exactly walk around like, that” you asked him, referring to your exposed chest.

“Nah. Looks better on you anyway”, his eyes lit up as he smiled at you. His gaze lingered on you a little longer than usual, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him either.

You narrowed your eyes in confusion as you heard shuffling coming from the door of his bedroom. Walking over, you swung the door open, only to have Josh and Conor stumble through. In their wake, they had pushed you down with them lying on top of you. Their combined weight was definitely more than you could handle. From your position on the floor you could see Jack huffing as he made his way over to pull the guys off you. Well, he more like kicked them off you. “What the hell are you doing?”

The duo looked at each other, then you, and back at Jack. “We just thought y’all’d be getting down and dirty. Ya know,” Conor spoke first as he started to make inappropriate gestures with his hips and hands.

“Oh Jack don’t tell me you’ve been able to resist?” Josh teased.

Jack’s face heated up for what might have been the millionth time that day. “Just get out will you? And stay away from my room”, he added. “Sorry ‘bout that”, he mumbled.

“Jack, since when have we ever let something like this make things awkward between us?” you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him. You felt his body relax against yours, as you both moved over to his bed, where you spent the rest of the night watching random videos and reliving your most embarrassing moments.

Mad Princess

Originally posted by ludwigvondracula

Spoilers if you’ve not seen the film!!

So I don’t know how many of you had read many comics with Captain Boomerang in but he is a real fuck up and everyone hates him but that’s why I love him. Like, they made him a lot more likeable for the film, even though he tricks Slipknot in the comics too. 

I watched this yesterday and wrote this on the train home.

Captain Boomerang/ George ‘Digger’ Harkness x Reader
Adoptive Family!The Joker  x reader
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 Initially you’d simply been a good investment to The Joker.

Having a Meta-human completely devoted to working for him and all he’d have to do is give you a place to live and food and clothing? It was a no brainer.

You didn’t question it that night, you were a preteen living on the streets of Gotham, you counted yourself as lucky as followed the young man. At the time The Joker didn’t have an empire but he was on his way and ambitious, he knew an opportunity and how to manipulate.

It didn’t work with you and he knew it but you continued to work for him because he gave you a comfortable life and valued you as an asset. Not only were you skilled in hand to hand combat, Joker paid for all your lessons, but with your powers people couldn’t really put a hand on you. You could control electricity; it flowed through you as though you were made solely to be its vessel.
The manifestation of your powers crackling through the air towards someone was truly mesmerising, a stream of blue sparks careening towards its victim with a crackling roar.

It wouldn’t be until years later, when you met El Diablo that you’d meet another capable of melding and moving such a violent source of power.

The dynamic between you and The Joker shifted when you hit Nineteen.

After all the years you had shared and the times you’d saved each other from gangs or Batman you’d grown fond of each other and a few days after your birthday The Joker introduced you to a potential ally as his daughter.
You were floored but you couldn’t stop the wide grin that came over your face, almost as wide as the one tattooed on the back of The Jokers hand. It was obvious that you couldn’t be his child, there less than a decade in age between you both and unfortunately the guy you were meeting decided to point it out.

The Joker killed him.
He got you to use your powers on him first, and from then on it went unquestioned. If Mr J said you were his kid then people better fucking believe that you were his kid.

It was you who’d dragged Harley into both of your lives as a means of getting your pseudo-father back from Arkham Asylum, you couldn’t use your powers to break in and get him as they’d made his room completely out of an insulating material to stop electricity, a pet project of Batman’s since you’d hit him with enough electricity once to shoot the Bat out of the window.
So you took one of The Jokers henchmen and made him pretend to be insane, with some electroshock convincing, with the task of getting in touch with The Joker and then making a miraculous recovery so that he could give you Mr J’s instructions.
He came back with a simple message: Dr. Quinzel.

You tracked down her home and posing as The Jokers incredibly sane sister you knocked on her door and sobbed until she let you in. It was hard to keep the tears up, acting wasn’t really your thing, but she seemed to buy it and promised to take over his case as you sobbed and told her that you really wanted someone to save him. So that one day he could settle down and be loved by a good woman. That seemed to be the clincher.

While he was locked inside working Harleen Quizel into his own mad image, The Joker got a message out to you, he needed you to go and steal something from a vault that belonged to an enemy to show how powerful he was even under lock and key.
So you left the business in the hands of Johnny Frost, The Jokers chauffer and most useful henchmen, as you travelled to the bank across state and that’s where you first met Captain Boomerang.

He was a massive asshole and he didn’t think any higher of you, even though he continued to flirt outrageously with you and try to slap your backside on more than one occasion even after you’d
electro-shocked him the first time.

But you needed each other for this job.

You could shut down and destroy all the technological measures and disarm the guards with your electric to get you both in. But the item that you wanted was in an old school safe within the back of the bank, your powers would do nothing to help you break into it which is exactly the reason why it was in there and that’s where Boomerang was going to be helpful to you, he had experience with those safes.

“Tit for tat doll.” He’d slurred as he finished his can and threw it over his shoulder.
You rolled your eyes at him, “Can we hurry this up, I’m worried that if I stand near you any longer the smell will stick.”
He gave you a smarmy smirk, “What’s a nice girl like you doing robbing a bank anyway?”
“I’m only breaking in, you’re robbing it. My dad wants it so I’m getting to for him.” You corrected as you started to let the currents of electric buzz through you, strands of blue buzzing energy sparked dangerously in the palm of your hand.

“Ugh you’re one of them.” He sneered and you scowled at his dirty face hoping you could get him to shut up while you concentrated on the pulsing energy in your hand.


“Meta-humans, fucking waste of time, ooh I can run really fast. Oo I’m all electric, get me a car battery and I can do the same thing sweetheart!” he mocked his hands coming up to do mocking little actions.
Ignoring him you fired your electric at the bank, the result was instant, the front of the bank exploded debris flying everywhere. You ducked smoothly out of the way of half a desk that was shot your way while Captain Boomerang dramatically threw himself to the side swearing.
“Can you do that with your car battery?” You mocked and you both entered the building, you silenced the blare of the alarm with another blast.

After the heist you were both hid out in an abandoned house, both laughing and drinking cans as you listened to the sirens driving by as the police searched for you. It was unusual for both of you to have finished a job with the partner surviving it so you drank and you drank and once completely alcohol fuelled you fell into bed together.
The next morning you took your prize from your robbery as you went to leave Boomerang stopped you with a lustful look and handed you some paper with his number scrawled on it.
“Digger?” You asked with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk.
“Only to friends, in case you’re ever in need of my services.” He had stepped up close to you and gave you a playful wink.
“I think I can handle bank robbing on my own thanks.” You assured him but tucked the number away anyway knowing that you’d definitely save it.
“Not the services I was talking about.” He gave you a suggestive look and half waggled his eyebrows at you. You laughed at him and when you turned to leave he slapped your backside hard, you gave him a mild shock with your powers for amusement and shot him a wink of your own as you left.

When The Joker asked Dr. Quinzel for Machine Guns you were the one that she came too, you were ready though as you’d been stockpiling weapons knowing that he’d want something big for his escape.
When he was out he was happy that you’d done as he’d asked and kept his territories for him, it was good having a second in command that could inspire such terror. He was unhappy that you’d been with a man in his absence, not so much the act of having sex but rather that he didn’t know who. He didn’t want anyone to turn your head from your ‘family’ and if anyone were to ask he was just a concerned father.

But it was then that he found the benefit of his other investment; Harley.

You’d been genuinely surprised to see her alive and as a mad mirror image of The Jokers insanity but you had to admit you liked her this way, she just seemed so free and you could tell she was head over heels for your father and that love extended to you.
The Joker was her Puddin’ and you were her little Pumpkin’.

If she had a bad day you’d call her Mumma and she’d be back to her ecstatic self, it was for all of these reasons that you told her about your tumble with Digger and she gave you motherly advise in return: which mostly consisted of her trying to find your phone so that she could call him and arrange for him to meet her and Mr J.
The Joker was happy to find that it was a criminal who had turned your head and stopped pestering you about it, instead focusing on making new contacts and arranging date nights with Harley, even though she continued to try to get hold of your phone.
You hid your phone from her after that but you did keep contact with Digger, even met up a few times for drinking, sex or heists until the Bat came for you.

The night Harley was taken The Joker ran to you, his would-be daughter, to help him get her back only to find that Batman had already taken you and that in one night he had lost both his Queen and his Princess.

Belle Reve Penitentiary was your idea of Hell and in your little padded cell, made of the same insulating material that they’d used in The Jokers at Arkham, you reined supreme.
You’d been put down stairs next to Killer Croc, out of sight out of mind, they hoped.

You’d often hear him humming to himself and breaking the bones off of the pigs carcasses and you habitually talked through the wall until the guards would come to punish you for being social. They had to be careful, they tended to stick to drugging you because if they got close enough to touch you would electrocute them.
Last week when they were trying to take you out to speak to some Solider, who had come to bother both you and Killer Croc, you’d killed three men and got all the way to Harley’s cell before they’d managed to stop you.

That’s why you were surprised when they drugged you with a dart gun, how classy, and dragged you out to have your neck stabbed. And that’s how you found yourself at the first Suicide Squad meeting. You were happy to see Harley who threw her arms around your neck and squealed happy to see her lil Pumpkin’ again.
You watched the soldiers around you all tense as she embraced you but their attention was quickly taken as more soldiers arrived carrying an angry shouting bag between them. They dropped it heavily to the floor and you groaned in annoyance as you recognised the voice.
“Oh for fucksake.” You hissed, which caught Harley’s attention, as the bag was unzipped and out sprang Digger, swinging his fists and swearing like the mad man that he was.
A few soldiers jumped his way only to get socked in the face with a heavy fist until one of them caught a hold of him and slammed him against a pole.

“Digger just stop, you idiot.” You snapped at him and he stopped, his gaze falling on you and looking more confused than the first time you’d zapped him.
The solider dropped him and he made his way over to you, “So this why you weren’t answering my calls.”
“My prison cell has awful reception.” You said dryly and next to you Killer Croc grinned.
Harley stuck out her hand and straightened her back and greeted, “Harley Quinn, Y/N’s almost mother, nice to meet ya. I’ve heard all about you.”

Your face fell and you flushed bright red and refused to look at Digger who was shaking Harley’s hand and giving you a smug smirk.
You were cut off by Rick Flag interrupting you to threaten all of your lives, no wonder your neck hurt if it was a bomb they’d stuck in you.

It had been an eventful evening.

You’d got your personal effects back, had Digger tell everyone about your skills when he’d been teasing El Diablo back at base, been shot down in a helicopter and had Harley let you know that The Joker was coming to get the both of you.

Now you were walking into, what was essentially, the jaws of death and you wondered the streets heading towards what was clearly the place to avoid in the city.
With Killer Croc and Harley on either side of you, you watched as Digger walked ahead with Slipknot and you could tell that he was up to something dangerous.
“I like him!” Harley offered as you both watched your friend with benefits swing around and try to attack Katana. You narrowed your eyes at him, that wasn’t his fighting style; his swing was so weak as he moved.
It wasn’t until Slipknot’s head exploded straight off of his shoulders that you realised what Digger had been up too.  As you all continued your on foot journey, you moved so that you were next to Digger, “You’re a dick, I liked Slipknot.”
“That’s a lie you don’t like anyone.” He countered and gave you a wink, “So if that’s your mum what’s your dad like?”
“Mad.” You responded curtly as Harley smashed a window to take a purse.
“Runs in the family then.” Digger snickered to himself and pulled a can out of his massive pockets and took a drink before offering you some which you took.

You sat on top of the abandoned cars next to Deadshot as Harley repeatedly smashed her bat down on the face of one of the creatures.
“Hey enough!” Deadshot called.
“What it flinched, I saw it move! See!” She protested and nudged the body with her foot.
You laughed at her antics but stayed on top over the car and away from them, during the fight you’d tried to keep your powers as central to yourself as possible but it had left you somewhat charged and you were trying to let the energy escape you slowly while you calmed.

“Hey you were some help princess.” Digger antagonised El Diablo as he returned to the group.
“Trust me its better this way.” El Diablo advised waving his hand to make a face of fire appear in front of Digger.
“Ah you’re the fire guy eh?” He mocked and took out a lighter, “Look fire! If Y/N can control herself and she’s insane, then you should be able too.”
“It’s hereditary.” You joked and rolled your eyes at him, “We can’t all have as little self-control as you Dig.”
Harley waved her bat at Digger, “That’s my pumpkin’ you’re talking about.”

Deadshot and Flag argued briefly, the creatures you’d fought were human, or used to be, and they didn’t look like Terrorists at all. You all filed out and continued on your way towards the massive cloud of trash and danger in the sky.
As you walked under a crashed propeller Harley pulled you to one side and gave you a massive grin, “Puddin’ is on his way.”
You gave her a small smile and made your way over to Digger.
He was drinking from a can and gave it to you before pulling another out of his pocket and starting to drink from it.
“Thanks.” You mumbled to him and he gave you a sideways look at your tone.
“What’s up with you?” He asked.
“I have a mini bomb in my neck and we’re all certainly going to die.” You replied dryly and he looked to consider your answer before drinking more, you’d fallen behind the rest of the group and you could see Flag looking back to check for you.

“Could be worse.” He shrugged after a while.
“How so?” You asked confused.
Digger leaned down so that his beard scratched the side of your neck, “We could be dying and have no beer.” He shook his can slightly in front of you and kissed the side of your neck before pulling away.

“And I’m supposed to be the mad one.” You laughed and reached out your hand to his to give him a playful shock. He swore at you loudly and pulled his hand away to slap your ass.
“Ass hole.” You cursed.
“You love it.” He gave you a sleazy wink as you headed to what was almost certain to be your deaths.

Part one - Mad Princess
Part two - Dig and Sparky
Part Three - Ugly on the inside
Part Four – Crazy ones
Part Five – Shoot to Kill
Part Six 
- Final Part - Heathens

Bare (Bucky x Reader)

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

Prompt: Could you please do an imagine where bucky wants to cut his hair bc he thinks that way he can let go of his past and but you convince him that you really like it and and you say why? ( can please do it fluffy 😊😊☺?)

Word Count: 871

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How about 91 and 58 for Yixing? Thank youuuuuu! 😘😘

Tomber Amoureux

Yixing x OC

Words: 1667

Genre: angst

Summary: Yixing gets into a bar fight.

Inspired by this prompt list

Originally posted by fawnave

The sounds of tires rotating on pavement combined with the soft purr of the silver Hyundai’s engine filled the car. Her blurry eyes were focused on the skyscrapers outside of the passenger window, the annoying murmur of her voice filling her mind as she tried to figure out how the night had turned so upside down. One minute her group of friends were all laughing and drinking, and the next Jongdae and Minseok were pulling Yixing off of her boyfriend.

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Baby Boy | Theo Raeken Imagine

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request ; Here is my request: cuddly Theo. He’s sick, or you’re sick, (I don’t care I’m not picky) and the two of you just cuddle and talk and stuff, and it’s very fluffy and cute :) please and thank you.

word count ;  1046

warnings ; none.

a/n ; i made theo the sick one, bc i had many ideas. also, this isn’t exactly that fluffy, but tbh i loved it. the imagine title & the cody gif makes me go all asfngsnfljgk if u get what i’m sayin’ 

Theo Raeken was, without a doubt, the biggest baby when it came to being sick. You pardoned him only because werewolves weren’t supposed to get sick, so when they did, it was a hell of a lot worse than a human getting a minor cold. He was your boyfriend, so you took care of him as he always took care of you, but he was really goddamn annoying when he was sick. 

You were busy in the bathroom, searching his cabinets for an Ibuprofen or an Advil to ease your pounding headache, all credit to your wonderful boyfriend’s incessant moaning and groaning. You heard him let out another loud cough, then a sneeze, then he groaned really loudly. You rubbed your temples, sensing what was coming next. 

“Babygirl,” he called, voice raspy. He only used that nickname when he wanted something, or during sex. Obviously you weren’t having sex. “Can you get me some water?” 

“Sure thing, babe,” you called back, your tone betraying your slightly pissed off mood. “You want a blanket, or a damn foot massage, while we’re at it?” You grumbled the last part under your breath, though Theo heard it anyway. Damn that boy and his werewolf hearing. 

“That’d be nice, baby, but I can tell you were being sarcastic so I won’t suggest it,” he said teasingly as you entered the room, throwing him a bottle of water and rolling your eyes. You plopped down into one of his armchairs, arms folded with a scowl on your face. “Aw, lighten up sweetie, I was joking. Don’t be mad, I appreciate everything you do for me. I swear.” 

“Mhm,” you mumbled, examining the top of his desk for some sort of book or magazine. 

“Y/N, baaaabyyy,” Theo whined, realizing you weren’t paying enough attention to him. Kicking his sheets back to make room for you, he whined, “Baby, baby, babygirl, baby, babe, love of my life, sunshine, princess, beautiful, angel, lovely, darling, sweetheart, Y/N!!!”  

“What now?!” You exclaimed angrily, dropping one of his snapbacks that you had been examining on the floor and turning your head toward him. He could almost see the fire blazing in your eyes, the way your jaw was clenched and your eyes narrowed. He couldn’t help but tease you a little bit, poking fun at his girlfriend was one of his favorite pastimes, even when he was sick.  You were cute when you were angry. 

“Cuddle me?” He smiled broadly, holding his arms out for you. Despite your previous annoyance, you laughed, walking over to his bed and settling in beside him. His arms went around your waist as he snuggled further down, his head resting on your stomach. Your fingers ran through his hair, something only you were allowed to do. He became beyond irritated when someone other than you messed his hair up playfully, or even tried to touch it. You were the obvious exception, a content smile gracing his face as his shut, your touch soothing him. 

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, hands running up and down your waist. You had smooth skin, he noticed. 

“You can’t even see me,” you giggled, tracing his jaw with your finger. He was letting his beard grow out, stubble decorating the lower part of his face. You loved the stubble and the beard sort of thing, which was the reason he was growing it out. 

“But I just know, I’m picturing you right now,” he smirked, eyes still closed. You laughed again, shaking your head. You knew what he was picturing, and it certainly wasn’t your face. 

“Do not try to dirty talk me while you’re sneezing and coughing all over me, Raeken,” you said, hitting his shoulder lightly as he grinned slyly up at you. 

“I’m…I’m…I’m…” He didn’t get a chance to finish because he sneezed, directly onto your shirt. You gasped, staring down at your top. “Well that wasn’t very sexy of me,” he snickered, watching as your expression went from calm and relaxed to seriously furious. He bit back the loud laughter that threatened to spill from his lips. 

“You sneezed on my freaking boobs, you weirdo!” You shrieked with disgust, pushing him away from you as he laughed and laughed and literally would not stop. When he finally recovered, he went right back to his usual flirty self.

“Want my help cleaning up?” He quirked his lips, eyes darting quickly to your admittedly tight shirt and then back up to your face. 

“No, you’re sick and sweaty and sneezy and gross. But, I do need another shirt,” you said while Theo gave you a fake-offended look. You stood up, walking over to Theo’s dresser and stripping your soiled shirt, replacing it with Theo’s old, but still his favorite, basketball jersey. “How do I look?” You asked, giving him a spin and smiling. You were definitely keeping the shirt, you thought. Payback for sneezing on your own favorite shirt. 

“Beautiful as always, even more so with my name on your back,” he declared, pulling you back into bed and not even caring that you were going to steal his shirt after you left. You cuddled into his side, Theo planting a kiss on your lips, the stubble that you adored purposely tickling your cheek. His hands ran up and down your bare arms, tracing patterns in your skin as your eyes drifted shut. 

“Sorry I got mad because you were sick and being annoying,” you sighed dreamily, half asleep and loving the feeling of Theo’s strong arms wrapped you protectively. 

“Sorry I’m such a baby,” he replied softly, knowing that you were going to be asleep soon and not wanting to wake you when you looked so relaxed and peaceful. “I’m your baby, though, so it doesn’t matter all that much.” 

“Mm hm, my annoying baby who won’t shut up when his girlfriend wants to take a nap,” you murmured, opening your eyes briefly to give him a small kiss on the lips. “I love you, though.” 

“I love you too, now go to sleep. I’ll watch you like you always watch me, alright? Sweet dreams, babygirl,” he gave you another gentle kiss on the forehead. That nickname had always been your absolute weakness, and evidently, so was Theo Raeken. 

Things my mom has said to my cat

“C'mere you little shit, let me rub Neosporin on your cuts.”

“Oh you’re home shit face.”

“He hunts rats and sleeps in my bed why the fuck do we have a cat.”

“Get off the sink, you’re dirty, and smell like sweat.”

“Rat breath.”

“Fuck off I don’t want to cuddle, no. Go away.”

“Gross.”

“How long do you live?”