portable dock

Nyko announces the first portable Nintendo Switch HDMI dock

Portable Docking Kit is a compact docking station that allows players to easily connect the Switch console to a TV without carrying their home dock everywhere with them. Powered by a USB Type-C AC Adapter, the kit keeps the Switch charged while playing on the TV and includes a built-in stand to keep the console upright, with ports for the HDMI cable and AC adapter.

Darling (Happy X Reader)

I’m still in mourning but luckily for y’all this mourning process has proved beneficial to my muse. 

First and foremost thank you to the legend; Prince. This one-shot would not exist without you. You are the embodiment of sexuality. 

Second - I don’t generally write smutty filled things but today is a special day. 

Third: My recommendation is to listen to the song that inspired this short. It’s hot as f**k (link below) 

Enjoy. 

Part I | Part II | Part III

Originally posted by oreilysamcro

WARNING: Straight up smut. 

Playlist: Darling Nikki - Prince

He drove past the sleek black mustang parked on the opposite side of the street without taking notice of it. Had he seen that particular car sitting there, he wouldn’t have been surprised to see that his house had been broken into. Nonetheless, he continued on, oblivious to the fact that there was someone awaiting his return. He pulled into his driveway, turned off the ignition and pushed out the kickstand. 


You heard as he killed the engine and grinned to yourself. It was about time. You rolled off the bed, stretching your arms above your head. Game on.


He moved to insert his house key into the lock but when the metal ground against the door, the latch jiggled and it creaked open. His nostrils flared. He shoved his keys back into his pocket and yanked his gun out of the back of his jeans. He used the tip of his firearm to nudge the door further open and peered around the corner. All the lights were out. This was shaping up to be the M.O. of an ambush. His teeth clenched together, the tick showing in his jaw, as he stepped through the threshold.


You shed your leather jacket, dropping it haphazardly on the floor. You heard the click of the door opening and chuckled. He was playing right into your hands. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and plugged it into your portable dock. You had your little set up arranged on his dresser. You scrolled through your playlists, finding your song and pressed play when it came up. You adjusted the settings to play the song on repeat and then turned up the volume.


He heard a rustling from down the hall, coming from his bedroom. He took a cursory glance around his living room before confirming that it was clear. He was inching down the hallway when he heard it. He could recognize that song from the first two notes.


You swayed on the spot, using the beat of the music as momentum to pull your shirt up over your head. Any second now he was going to come barging through the door, demanding to know why you were here. You popped the button of your jeans through the fabric and were just bending over when his door swung open. You tossed your hair over one shoulder, and gazed over at him, your body still bent over.


“Y/N.” His deep rasp sounded.

He watched as you bit down on your lip and he growled.

“What are you doing here?” He demanded.

You gave him a sweet grin, “Can’t a girl visit her boo?”

“You say that every time.” He exasperated.

You shrugged, tugging your jeans down over your bottom and down your legs. You stepped out of the pooling fabric and advanced towards him. He froze as you approached, his fingers tightening around his gun. You ran your fingers down the edge of his arm, starting at his shoulder and ending by circling around his wrist. With delicate fingers you pried his gun away from him and set it on the dresser next to the speakers. Without giving him the chance to recover from your touch, you stuck your tongue out and licked his clavicle across his chest and up his neck. When you reached his ear you nipped.

“I missed you.” You whispered to him.

He groaned and attempted to back away. You grabbed his wrist and hooked his hand between your legs, stroking his fingers against your already soaked panties. You watched as he rolled his eyes at his welcoming. He threw all caution to the wind and reached around your back with his other hand, snapping your bra strap open. You laughed at his enthusiasm and let the undergarment fall off of your body. He leaned against you, his lips crushing into yours. His hands roamed your body, getting his fill of all the bare skin showing. You began backing up until the back of your knees hit the edge of his bed and you tumbled backwards. His body barreled towards yours, his hands landing on either side of your face to stop him from crushing you. Using all the muscles in his upper body, he launched himself up and tore his shirt off, jumped out of his jeans and crawled on top of you again. You yanked his face towards yours and bit down on his lower lip. He pulled your legs apart, rolling his lower body against yours. You arched your back, throwing your head backwards and let out a moan of anticipation.

“You want me that bad, Y/N?” He grumbled.

“Oh god… Yes Happy.” You let out another moan and he ran his fingers along your body over the flimsy fabric.

He hooked his fingers into your thong and ripped it off, destroying the only underwear you’d brought with you. He slide two fingers into you and bowed his head at the feeling.

“No fore play?” He growled into your ear. 

You wrapped your legs around his hips and using his body weight as an anchor, flipped him over onto his back. You raised up, smacking his arm away and positioning him in place. You sent a brief prayer to whatever higher being there was out there, thanking them for IUD’s and then dropped down on him, burying his member deep within. You both let out strangled groans. His hands snapped up and ground into your hips. You rocked your body against his, placing both hands on his chest to keep yourself upright. His gaze was glued to the area of your body’s that were slamming together, the sound of slapping skin overpowering the soundtrack.

Before either of you could create a rhythm, Happy shoved you off of him, pinning you down on the bed and forcing his tongue into your mouth. He yanked away, grabbed you by your upper arms and flipped you over onto your front. His body loomed over yours and you felt his hot breath on the back of your neck.

“You know how this has to end.” He reminded.

You curled your fists into his sheets and pushed your entire lower body up into the air, “Yes Happy. Please, finish this.”

He slapped your ass hard enough that there would be a mark there in the morning. You yelped in absolute pleasure and whimpered, wanting him to stop teasing you. His hands connected with the sides of your body and he tugged you towards him. He plunged deep into you causing you to cry out. Your bodies rocked with the momentum and you could feel the heat in your body start to settle in your pelvic area. You slammed your hips backwards into him, matching him thrust for thrust. You could feel his movements become erratic and you knew that you were both close. He pulled out, smacked you across the bottom a second time before plunging back into you. You whipped your hair backwards and screamed incoherently as your orgasm grew closer.

“Say my name.” He grunted.

“I’msoclose.” You jumbled the words together.

He smacked you for a third time, “Say.My.Name.”

He pounded into you, waiting for you to hit your peak. He was having trouble keeping pace, keeping his own orgasm at bay. He wanted you to come undone first. You pushed back into him even harder and felt as your body began to quake.

“Happy!” You cried out as your orgasm boiled over.

He let out a satisfied huff and thrust five, four, three, two, and finally one last time before his own pleasure took a hold of him. Completely spent, the both of you dropped down onto the bed. A damp layer of sweat covered both your bodies as you laid there, side by side, breathing heavily. You flung one arm out and laid it across his chest. He dipped his arm under your neck and tugged you closer.

“We have to stop meeting like this.” He murmured into your hair.

You gave a breathy laugh, “Let’s talk about it in the morning.” 

He didn’t respond verbally but you felt the shock your statement caused through his body. He froze for a brief second and then he relaxed.

“Alright.” He agreed.

You snuggled together until your breathing evened out and your eyes fluttered shut.


You woke up an hour later, gazing around the room. It was still plenty dark outside. That gave you just enough time to get out of town before he woke up again. You rolled out of the bed, careful not to make an unnecessary noise and picked each piece of your clothing back up. When you reached for your ripped up underwear you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. You slid the speakers off his dresser and tiptoed out of his bedroom. You made your way to the kitchen, pulled on all your clothes and then rummaged through his drawers until you found a paper and a pen.

“Until next time, boo.” You wrote and drew a heart next your name. With a final touch, you placed the spent thong on top of the note.

You shoved your speakers into the duffle bag you left on the kitchen table, tucked your phone into your back pocket and then slipped out his front door. You skipped down his driveway, across the road and up to your mustang. You unlocked the door and dropped your bag into the passenger’s side seat. You pushed the keys into the ignition and turned, letting the engine roar to life.


He jolted awake, hearing the sudden roar of an engine and reached for you. His eyes popped open when he found you missing. He flung out of bed, swiping up his boxers and running towards the front door. He reached it just as you sped off down the road. He punched the door, pissed that you’d run out on him for the millionth time. He whipped the door shut behind him and tread into the kitchen. He flicked the light on and spotted the note right away. He read it and produced a feral growl. He fell for your tricks again.

“Dammit, Y/N!” He grumbled into thin air, “Not again.”

Toasted Skin

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Toasted Skin (Skeptics and True Believers pt 3)

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually)

Word Count: 1,051

Warnings: language, drinking

Song: Toasted Skin - The Academy Is…

A/N: I’m so glad you guys are enjoying this!! I loved this part and I’ve got some pretty crazy things planned for the rest of them! I hope you like it and leave some feedback! Also, don’t forget to send in some drabble requests for my 100 follower celebration! 

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