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anonymous asked:

Since bitty is (I think?) the first openly gay player in the NHL in the fics, what about other players hitting on him when they play the schooners, or even better, during the all star game when jack is right there?

The game so far has been nothing memorable, just another pre-season exhibition against Edmonton that neither team really want to give their all because why risk anything before the season even starts?

“Bittle,” Burig, a second line Oilers winger, flags Eric down at the end of the second period, with a look of grim determination that gives Eric the sense he’s about to be sucker-punched.

“Yeah?”

“You, uh,” Burig hesitates, gnawing on his mouthguard and twisting his stick in his hands while he comes up with whatever he wants to say. He huffs and looks around for any teammates that might be watching the exchange, finding the rest of his line distracted, he leans in close. “You doing anything after the game?”

Eric blinks. “What?” 

“Just,” Burig shrugs, face flushing pink, “wanted to see if you’d like to grab a drink or something.”

“Oh. Oh!” Someone from the bench yells his name and Eric is faced with a dilemma he knows he can’t resolve in the next 15 seconds. “Wait for me after the game, we can talk.”

Burig nods tightly, beet red, and skates back to his own bench.

Just another thing for Eric to think about while coach yells at him for missing an unnecessary pep talk.

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Burig is waiting for Eric when he leaves the locker room, hair still damp and his suit slightly rumpled like he’d thrown it on in a rush, which makes Eric feel worse for some reason.

“Hey,” he perks up when he sees Eric, sliding his phone into his gear bag. “You wanted to talk?” He sounds so earnest it hurts and Eric motions to a meeting room just off the hallway.

“It’ll be a bit more private in here.”

Eric doesn’t waste time when the doors close, Burig isn’t the first player to approach him and he certainly won’t be the last.

“You’re very sweet, but I have a boyfriend.”

“Fuckin’ knew it,” Burig curses, shouldering his duffel bag. “No way someone as hot as you is single. Worth a shot, right?”

“Were you looking for a hook-up or?”

“No, not like that, I just kinda,” he hesitates like he’s afraid of saying too much.

“Safe space,” Eric waves his arms to indicate the empty room. “Be honest.”

“I’m tired of Grindr and puckbunnies and bar hookups, you know? I want something real.”

Eric immediately runs through a list in his mind of the few single players he’s met in similarly awkward situations. “You play in Vancouver next week, right?”

Burig’s eyes go wide and Eric holds up a warning finger. “Hold your horses. I may have a friend in a similar situation, but it’ll be on his terms if he wants to reach out. Give me your number, and I’ll pass it along if he wants to meet. Okay? No promises.”

_______

“You want to tell me why we’re watching Vancouver slaughter Edmonton when we could be doing literally anything else?” Jack bemoans from the couch, poking and prodding at Eric to distract him.

“I’m invested, alright? You plant seeds, you watch ‘em grow.”

The clock runs out on the second period and Eric keeps his eyes trained on Vancouver’s goalie, Crivier, who waves Burig over in a moment of calm. The two talk, barely visible over the shoulder of a commentator, but moments later Burig skates away with a very prominent smile on face. 

“And boom goes the dynamite,” Eric whispers, grabbing the remote to switch over to the new season of House of Cards.

“You playing matchmaker again, Bits?” Jack laughs, pressing himself against Eric’s side and nuzzling at his neck.

“You know how much competition you’d have if I didn’t set up all the guys that hit on me with each other?” Eric breathes, sliding his fingers through Jack’s hair. “I could have a harem.”

Jack groans and squeezes Eric tightly. “I’ll fight everyone,” he murmurs, “even the guys I like.” 

La Dolce Vita.

Genre: Smut. And some fluff too. 

Summary: When your best friend decides to screw you over with the werewolf boy you absolutely hate during your heat~ 

Pairing: Reader [Werewolf AU!] x Jeon fucking Jungkook [Werewolf AU!]

Word Count: 6.9k-ish

Dedicated to my sweet strawberry jelly, @nomoreghostie-anon, Happy Birthday, sunshine!! I hope you like this trash writing of mine ahahah :) 

Also tagging @writeiolite who read this like a billion months ago and loved it, your encouragement always makes me beyond happy!!

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

“Unnie,” you whined, tugging on the end of Jiyoon’s dress, “Don’t go!”

Your heat was supposed to start in a few days and initially you had planned to chain yourself in your room and let her take care of you through it. However her unexpected business trip ruined all your plans. She sighed, turning around to look at you in a mix of understanding and seriousness as she sat you by the edge of the bed.

“Look, ___ I don’t have a choice. If I don’t attend this meeting, they’ll fire me.” She groaned, rubbing the sides of your arm, “But it’ll be okay, you’ve been through this before.”

“Yeah, but I had a boyfriend to help me out then,” you whined, looking at her with pleading eyes. “This is the first time I’ll have to go through it alone.”

“Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” your eyebrows quirked up at her words and you looked at her in curiosity, urging her to go on. “Look, there are other werewolves in my boyfriend’s pack, you know they can help you.”

You groaned in annoyance, knowing full well about Hoseok’s pack and the members, not forgetting to mention their weird habits, but there was no way you were going to let any of them get close to you, especially not Jungkook. Not when you were in heat.

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You're a Lester, Danny

Summary: In which Dan attempts to piece himself into the seemingly complete puzzle that is the Lester family on the first night of the Orlando holiday.

Word Count: 889

Genre: Pure fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: I have no apologies for the title, it was too funny not to use. Also, I wrote this on a whim last night after being inspired by pseudophan’s mega feels-inducing headcanon. I hope you enjoy!!

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Jughead x Reader | Texts

Originally posted by evenstoast

This has been requested by this lovely anon: 

I absolutely adore this imagine!

/ GENDER NEUTRAL FRIENDLY /

Plot: You and Jughead are texting, they live next to each other but can LITERALLY just go to the others house, but it’s late at night and the two of you are bored. Just a short lil fluff I guess

based on show

Warnings: None

“Ugh I can’t believe it finishes like that!” You shouted to yourself. You just finished an amazing movie which had the worst ending in the entire world of movies. You grabbed your remote and switched the TV off. You sighed and scrolled around on Netflix looking for something better to watch. You put on an old episode of your favourite show and sat chilling for a while. Just eating Cheez-Its and trying to stay awake. You were determined to have a good Thursday night.

You got up from your bed to grab your laptop from your desk which faced your window. You looked outside and up at the moon. A full moon, it spooked you out a little as you thought about Jason Blossom death and how his killer is still out there. You shivered and looked up at your neighbour’s window Jughead Jones, the ‘boy next door’. Well… More like ‘the weird spooky boy next door’. You’d known him since grade school and have been friends with him ever since you defended him against a bully.

What you didn’t ever mention is that you liked him a whole lot. He was always there after a breakup, you confide every emotion in him and basically share everything. A lot of your stuff is at his and a lot of his is at yours.

Oh god you’re wearing one of his shirts right now…

Your parents would constantly ask ‘when are you two settling down?’ or ‘shall I send out a Save The Date?’ obviously they were mostly jokes but sometimes you found yourself imagining living with Jughead and waking up next to him in the morning and-

But they were silly daydreams, you knew he had an interest in someone else. Betty Cooper, the actual ‘girl next door’ she was so lovely to everyone and especially you, you were close. Her and Jughead worked on The Blue and Gold. You could sense there was something going on in his head. But you wished it was you. You grabbed your phone from your bed and sent a text to Jughead.

You: You up?

The ‘seen’ message came up almost instantly, he was probably bored too.

Jughead: Yup… Stuck on homework… You?

You smiled and typed away.

You: Bad movie… Hey I can see you!

You walked up to your window and saw Jughead walking round his room looking down at his phone. He looked up, pissed off

Jughead: Creep

You: Pervert

You laughed and kept your eyes on him and saw him texting.

Jughead: I’m a pervert? Wouldn’t a pervert rather see someone undressed?

You smirked and noticed Jughead looking up at you. You mimicked taking your shirt off but stopped before Jughead shielded his eyes.

Jughead: That came out wrong, and you’re immature

You: You’re annoying

Jughead: Why don’t you just come over instead of awkwardly standing in front of your window?

You: Cause it’s almost midnight, I have a curfew. Plus I need my beauty sleep for the Pep rally tomorrow

You almost forgot you made it on the cheer squad. You tried out with Betty and Veronica, the three of you got in. You looked over at your very cute uniform and smiled.

Jughead: Oh yeah… I didn’t think cheerleading was your thing

You: It became my thing once I found out I looked so good in uniform!!

You noticed Jughead smiling and you put your hand up before ducking away from the window. You quickly changed into your cheerleading uniform and walked back up to the window. Jughead chuckled and looked down.

Jughead: Give us a twirl Y/N

As he said, you did a little spin and a few poses. He watched you, a little mesmerised and smiled a whole lot more. He leaned on the window frame.

You: Like what you see Juggy? ;)

You smirked at the text and put your hand on your hips.

Jughead: You’re so annoying.

Jughead: Yeah you look okay

Jughead: I guess

You blushed, he rubbed the back of his neck. You couldn’t see but he was blushing too.

You: You look good too

Jughead: I said okay…

You: Yeah but I knew you meant The Most Amazing Person On This Planet.

You saw Jughead chuckle.

You: I’ll be mad if that’s not my new contact name.

Jughead: Go to sleep!

You: Make me ;)

Jughead sighed and you shut your curtains to change into your pyjamas.

Jughead: Where did you go?

You: I’m changing, wanna see?

Jughead: Not this again…

You opened your curtains, to reveal you just in your pyjamas. And Jughead shook his head smiling. You also opened your window. Jughead did the same.

Goodnight Jughead.” You said

“Goodnight Y/N.” He said. You closed your window and walked over to your bed. You got under your duvet and shut your eyes. Until you heard another phone notification. You picked up your phone and read the text.

Jughead: You’re really pretty

Jughead: I’m sorry for that

Jughead: Do you wanna get a burger and milkshake tomorrow?

You blushed furiously and smiled.

You: I would love to Jug <3

You smiled to yourself adding a cute heart emoji at the end. You put your phone away and went to bed.

Jughead was in his room smiling down at his phone. Blushing furiously.

(Hope you liked it!!)

@what-the-flug
The idea of mad! Flug came from that beauty! Try checking out their blog before reading! :D
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“Flug!!” Snarled the annoyed voice.
The anxious scientist made his way towards his boss, tripping on his feet along the way.
“S-sorry sir! W-what is-” Dr. Flug pauses midsentence to gasp. There in Black Hat’s arms was a knocked out super hero. A wide grin stretches across the scientist’s hidden face.
“We’ve brought in another one. 5.0.5 managed to grab him after destroying half the city. The hero knocked right out after he was used as a chew toy.” Sneered Black Hat. The demon dropped the hero to Dr. Flug’s feet.
“Do… Whatever you do with those heroes. I’m surprised you manage to keep them quiet wherever you put them.” Muttered Black Hat, walking off. As soon as he laid his eyes on the unconscious hero, a million thoughts ran through his head on what he’d do. Flug immediately began dragging the body away. Dragging the body was easy for him, picking it or lifting it up long distances was another. He could only pick them up short distances. Enough to make it from the lab to a trash can out back that later burned trash periodically. I mean, what else was he gonna do with corpses? Leave them to rot and stink? He was evil, but he was not trashy, no. Flug dragged the body into the lab, and behind his desk. He glanced around, making sure he wasn’t followed. As soon as he saw the coast was clear he opened a small patch on the floor, tossing the body down, before climbing down himself. The room was dark, dimly lit by a light in the middle of the room, which shined above a glass dome over a large pit. Where Flug kept heroes to rot. He tossed the hero he had been given into the pit from a small opening in the dome before sealing it shut as he always did. He studied the hero, mumbling noted out loud.
“Hero appears to be.. Cumulus. Abilities include controlling the amount of water in the air along with weather to a small extent.” He searches around the table he had beside the pit, finding a needle beside a multitude of blood samples from different heroes from the past. He tied a small cord around his body before hopping down into the pit holding a remote and a small needle. He gets on his knees beside the sleeping hero, poking her skin with the small sharp object. As he did this, the hero squirmed with discomfort.
“Hey! Hey. Hey, sshh. It’s all fine. Doc just needs a bit of blood is all. Then we can poke you and cut you and potentially zap you until you make your way to the little gates down below!” Dr. Flug giggled softly. His voice wad smooth as silk and clear as day a polar opposite to him outside the room. He pulls the needle away, with a considerable amount of blood in the needle, the blood a grayish hue. He sighs, getting up. “Too bad too. You were such a cool hero.” Dr. Flug sighs.
As he begins walking back, the hero shoots up with loud gasp, snapping her neck towards the villain.
“you.” She spat. “Where am I!?” She raises her hand, shards of ice forming in the air at rapid speed as Flug presses a button on the remote. As the shards fly towards him, the rope around his waist pulls him swiftly out of the pit, missing the shards just barely! He slams the pit’s opening shut and giggled frantically.
“Hahaha! You almost got me there you little hero, you!!” Dr. Flug cackles. The hero stands up. “where am I!? Let me go you bastard!!” She snarls. Dr. Flug ignored her, setting the blood sample inside a vial labeled the hero’s name, setting it right along side others.
“interesting note to add! Not only can you affect the water levels in the air, you can also change temperature as well! You’re blood could make a great freeze ray!! Ohh, how exciting!” He grins.
“Let. Me. OUT!!” Roared Cumulus, shooting a multitude of ice shards at the ice. The loud thud of the ice’s impact against the seal made Flug jump with surprise. “it’s no use doll!! Impenetrable!” Sang Dr. Flug. Cumulus snarls. “So- so what!? You gonna test me? You gonna torture me? Brain wash me? Control me!?” The hero growls out. Flug taps his chin. “you know. Giving the villain, the person with the upper hand, options is not a good move. However! I will happily accept torture!!” Cheered Flug. He presses a button on the table and arms flung out the side of the pit, grabbing the hero’s arms and legs. Flug hops down yet again with the remote, walking up to the hero who’s now unable to move. She squirms and tugs at the arms trying to break free, alas it was no use. Dr. Flug walks up to her, reaching his hand out. The girl immediately flinched making Flug laugh. He lightly grabs her chin, looking closely at her face. The girl shakes her head, snapping forward to bite his fingers. “You won’t get shit out of me.” She spat. Dr. Flug chuckles slowly, his laugh chilling and dark, unlike his normal self. “Oh sweetie. What do you think I’m torturing you for? Go on. Guess.” He eggs her on.
“Info? Weaknesses? Any villain would be stupid not to want that.” She scoffs. “Not necessarily now! A smart villain tortures for info because he lacks it without others to give him the info. A GOOD villain tortures for fun because he already has all the info he needs.” Dr. Flug grins.
“What? So you’re torturing me without reason? How stupid!” Cumulus cackles.
“See now you’re learning! Evading me from my true goals! Good! Good! But you know, the thing is. When you have a reason, once that reason is reached, you no longer have a reason to hurt! Its a stopping point for pain. A way out for heroes,”
He grips her chin rougher than before, making her unable to shake him off, “See, I don’t want that way out for you. You’re trapped here. No matter. What. You. Do!” Dr. Flug spins himself, harshly kicking her dead in the face making Cumulus let out a choked roar in pain. Flug spins back around to face her, punching her on the opposite side of her face, knocking out a tooth. She spits blood onto the doctor. “Fuck. You.” She pants. “Aww! No thanks.” He hissed, running back and kicking her in the stomach. She yells scratchily, doubling over in pain, gasping for air as she hack up blood. Her body falls weak. She’d have fallen on all fours had if not been for the arms holding her in place. Flug punched her face upward, staring her dead in the eye.
“Go on now. Do something about this. Drown me, freeze me, stab me with a weak little shard!” Dr. Flug teased.
She growls and Dr. Flug bounced out of the way and as he looks away the hero lets out a scream as he hears the sound of sharpness puncturing flesh. He spins around on his heel seeing she had accidentally stabbed her self in the stomach with her own ice shard. “Ohh! That works EVERY time! You heroes are SO gullible!” Dr. Flug smiles. She feels blood dripping from the ice. “S-so you gonna k-kill me huh?” Cumulus coughed. “Damn. Here I though I’d die by a successful villain.” She chuckles weakly. “Oh but honey. I am a successful villain. The disappearance of Unit, Mr Frost, Jubilee, oh what’s his name uhh, Storm clock? Yeah that’s it.” Dr. Flug lists. “Pfft. Idiot. Everyone knows it was Black Hat who killed them.” Cumulus scoffs. Dr. Flug stiffens, before walking closer. He put his hand on the ice shard, pushing it inward making her scream. “He. Did. NOT. A good villain does not boast. A good villain. Does not get caught. A good villain. Is not. That fucking. DEMON!!” Dr. Flug roars. He clicks another button on his remote, tossing it in the air. The metal shifts and reforms and by the time it hits Dr. Flug’s palm, it’s already a destabilizer ray.
“Black Hat. Is no. Villain. He is just a cocky. Arrogant. Self absorbed. Fuck.” Flug growls past gritted teeth. Cumulus grins. “Damn. You must really hate him.” She sighs. “Yeah well he pays the money and brings in the heroes like you I get to play with.” Flug sighs, twiddling with the ray in his hand. “So. What are you gonna-” “God damn it. All this Black Hat talk has ruined the mood. You’re not fun anymore.” He pouts. He repositions his body, shooting the hero straight in the head, blood splattering across Dr. Flug’s bag and the ground. He sighs, as the arms around the girl let go and retract into the walls letting the hero’s body fall limp on the floor with a loud thud. Flug shakes his head. “These new toys get worse and worse.” Flug sighs. He digs out a key from his pockets, unlocking a hatch on the wall before dumping the hero’s dead body into the chute to slide out into the garbage. He switched his ray back into the remote, pulling himself out the pit without a care. He showed no pity, no remorse. Like a good villain. He switched out his clothes and bag for a cleaner pair before turning to head back up. As he turns, he stops dead in his tracks, staring at a wide-eyed, trembling, whimpering Dementia. Flug sighs. “How much did you see you little cretin?” He snarls. Dementia’s voice was barely above a whisper. “a-all..” She whispers. Dr. Flug shakes his head, walking up to Dementia. He switches his remote to the ray, the device making an intimidating hum as he slowly held it up under Dementia’s chin, raising her head up making her whimper with fear. “You do not speak. Of what you saw in this room. Black Hat does not know and he never will. Understood.” Dr. Flug growls. “Y-yes.” She whispers. Dr. Flug puts away the ray, patting her head. “Good pet.” He says calmly. As he walks to leave Dementia halts him. “W-wait! I-I just have one question.” She stutters out. Dr. Flug turns around, tilting his head. “why don’t you ever act like this in front of the rest? Wouldn’t black hat.. Y'know. Like it?” She asks. Flug shakes his head.
“If a person has a double life, it is to protect the people in the primary life. People have faces. Different ways to act under different situations. No one is sane when no one is looking, Dementia. Besides. Don’t you think if I acted this way for you all, I would have shot that demon in the head by now?” Dr. Flug replies. “Come now. You have your jobs and I have mine.” He smiles. They get out of the room, and Flug shuts the door against the floor. As soon they get out, they hear black hat aggressively calling out for Flug.
“FLUG!! WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU!??” he screeches. Flug sighs, looking over at the scarred girl beside him.
“remember. No telling~.” He winks. He takes a deep breathe before running for the door. “C-coming boss! O-oh gosh!!” He calls out, flustered.

005 / 101 kisses

005; stay the night
♡ optional bias (second person)
♡ best friend!au
x; when he gently kisses your closed eyes

letting out a sigh through his nose, he held up the remote control and switched off the tv, letting the dim, golden hue of the side lamp illuminate the living room on its own. he was expecting you to make some sort of comment on the end of the movie he had selected for you two to watch for the evening but he should have known better when you were fairly quiet for most of the showing.

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Chicken

Summary: Dan is worried that his social anxiety is going to mess up his job interview, but that becomes the least of his problems when he gets his vibrator stuck up his butt the night before.

Warnings: smut, unsafe anal practice, vomit, hospitals, puns

Word count: 10k

A/N: This is a weird little idea I had one morning about Dan getting a vibrator stuck up his bum, then I somehow managed to fill it with chicken/egg puns. Enjoy! (It was a hard decision whether to post this or another fic, but I decided you guys deserve the long one as I haven’t posted in over two weeks)


Dan was nervous for his job interview. He was as prepared as he could be: he’d thought about all the questions he might be asked and how he would answer them. He’d even made notes about the company in case he was expected to have any background knowledge.

Still, he couldn’t relax. Dan had tried a few things to help him relax: a warm bath, some relaxing music, a cup of tea and a good book… but nothing seemed to be doing the trick.

Dan only had one idea left, and laying back on his bed, he decided to give it a shot. He needed an orgasm, a moment of bliss, with the relaxed exhaustion that followed. He wasn’t just going to aim for a standard, hand job on the penis, kind of orgasm through. He’d been experimenting with anal play recently, having achieved a prostate orgasm a few times with his fingers, and more recently, with a new toy. He wasn’t an expert on the world of sex toys and vibrators, so he thought he’d start out small. He’d purchased this little egg shaped vibrator, not wanting to get anything he couldn’t cope with and so far, it had been amazing.

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Rabbit Hole

Dean starts being honest with Sam when Sam is asleep and it turns into a habit.

“You remember,” Dean begins conversationally, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel, “when we were young and dad was the one driving? I was never any good at sleeping in the car but as soon as we hit the road, you’d drop off right away against my shoulder in the backseat.

I remember that one winter — you must have been eight or nine… The heating didn’t work and we wrapped ourselves into that god-awful excuse of a blanket. It was so scratchy and stiff and literally did nothing to keep us warm, and you still managed to sleep like a dead person.”

He pauses, glancing over at his brother’s sleeping form. Curled into himself, his breath fogging up the window where he’s got the side of his face pressed against it, he makes the occasional sleep noise and barely even stirs when the car hits a pothole on the uneven road.

Dean can’t stop the smile that’s tugging at his mouth from growing wider so he doesn’t try, giving in to it instead.

It’s too easy to lull himself into a false sense of security. Even if the world is studiously headed for damnation, in these quiet moments, nighttime on the road, nothing to keep Dean company but the engine and his brother’s breathing, it’s easy to have hope. Hope that everything is going to work out after all in the end.

Dean doesn’t believe in fairy tale endings.

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Shameless - CALUM SMUT

there has been a ton of requests for this sort of thing and i got inspired. basically this is pure nsfw smut plz read with caution.

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“This is a bad idea.” Calum swallowed thickly as he adjusted his tight jeans.

“You are not backing out now.” You grinned, holding the small remote in your hand and adjusting the settings fast in an attempt to sway him.

Calum lurched forward, his mouth wide as he moaned freely; completely at your disposal as you toyed with the settings of the remote control vibrating anal beads currently in him. You squealed as he lunged for the other remote on the dresser - the one that controlled your own vibrating underwear - quickly getting his revenge and swivelling the dial to the highest setting.

“Godammit.” Calum choked out, almost on his knees with how good the vibrations felt pulsing through his prostate.

“Calum I’m in my dress turn it off!” You squeaked, desperate not to cum in the original Yves Saint Laurent before you’ve even stepped out the house.

You were both meant to be preparing for the AMAs, walking the red carpet in just under two hours. But the scandalous idea had hit you when playing with your own full size vibrator one night, astounded by the purrs from your boyfriend as you experimentally ran the toy up and down his cock. The revelation spiralled and ended up with both of you daring the other to wear remote controlled vibration devices at the next public appearance you both attended.

And that had landed you in this situation today. You didn’t let your gaze stray from the panting boy as he plucked the small remote from your hands and turned his anal toy off, then turning yours off.

“Jesus, we’re never going to last the whole night.” You panted, propping yourself up by your elbows on your kingsize bed.

“Speak for yourself.” Calum said confidently, giggling at you.

You rolled your eyes and stood up on weak legs, lightly hitting his arm. You moved to the full length mirror in the corner of your shared room, smoothing out your dress and checking your makeup in the glass.

“We need to get going.” You spoke as you received a text from your Uber driver.

He would take you to the rest of the boys and their respective dates, and then you would all arrive at the red carpet together.

“Don’t forget this.” Calum handed you his remote, winking deviously before switching your vibrations on for a split second and cackling as he left the room, closely followed by you.

The car ride was uneventful, neither of you working the other up too much in front of your friends. They’d all caught you in compromising positions anyway, it was far more fun to build the sexual tension and watch Calum twitch as you ran your fingers along the remote in the pocket of your dress.

“Ready?” Calum laid his large hand on your thigh as you neared the venue, the car buzzing with excitement.

“As I’ll ever be.”

Shivers ran down your spine as the door of the car slid open, your vision faced with an onslaught of flashing lights and ears deafened by high-pitched screams from the crowd.

Neither of you dared to make the first move as paparazzi clamoured around you. One picture is worth a thousand words and both of you had boundaries. Your jealous nature meant you didn’t want Calum’s orgasm immortalised and shared around countless magazines and websites, and you were sure the feeling was mutual. However as the less intense interviews started, so did the fun.

You had been singled out by MTV, asking you who you were wearing and which acts you were excited to see later on that night. The interview was going well until you flinched at the all too familiar feeling of vibrations from your underwear. You glanced over at Calum, who was beaming at you, his hand in his pocket as he discreetly fiddled with the speed, switching from lowly vibrating to the bullets’ fastest setting. You felt your cheeks get hot as you tried to control your breathing and stay upright in your heels as your legs quaked.

You were overcome with relief as the interview finally came to a close and you could return Calum’s little favour. You caught his eye from across the bustling carpet and shook your head, a sly smirk decorating your face as you slowly turned on his toy. You watched hungrily as Calum’s entire body tightened, only making the sensations stronger for him. He narrowed his eyes at you before having to answer a question the bright-eyed female reporter addressed to him. Even from a few meters away you could tell he was struggling to keep his voice from cracking. But before your head got too big Calum flicked his own remote again, bowing his head and chuckling as you almost had to lean against a barricade to keep yourself standing. You had nearly given up trying to hide your inevitable orgasm; you were fighting to keep your eyes open and your mouth closed as the harsh vibrations wracked your body. You turned Calum’s toy off in surrender but he didn’t return the gesture. Your breath was hitching and before you could moan the incessant trembling in your soaked underwear ceased. You let out a whimper which was easily drowned by the non-stop shouting from fans and would have collapsed if not for Calum’s impeccable timing. His arm wrapped securely around your waist, giving your weak legs a break and allowing your body to stay standing. He kissed your cheek as you were heckled for more photos, but guided you both indoors, courteously waving at the electric crowd.

“God…” You laughed as you tried to collect your fuzzy thoughts.

Calum had led you both to a quiet corner and you propped yourself up against a wall, your breathing pattern slowly returning to normal.

“You okay?” Calum asked, the look on his face telling you he was wrecked from the teasing too.

You giggled again and held your head in your hands, “We need to get seated.” You exhaled loudly and took a ginger step forward, testing the strength of your legs.

You walked in front of Calum and jumped as he slapped your ass, whispering, “I’m going to make you cum so fucking hard during those performances.” As he took your arm, ignoring your jaw going slack at the thought.

Once you had found the other boys and their dates, you had almost forgotten about the secret you both were keeping. As the musical performances started you both couldn’t help but cheer along with the roaring crowd and get completely distracted by the acts. However, as the awards started getting announced, you both got fidgety. Teasing each other for so long without a release just had you itching to get the other alone. But you were restricted to your seats as the award 5SOS were nominated for was finally announced. You gave Calum’s hand a squeeze and held your breath as the presenters waited for the end of a tension-filled drum roll that felt like it would lasted forever.

“And the winner is… 5 Seconds Of Summer!”

Calum leapt up, quickly joined by his overjoyed bandmates and you. Calum was greeted by high-fives and handshakes from the surrounding crowd and a gigantic hug you engulfed him in. As the supportive cheering died down it was time for the boys to collect their award on stage but Calum quickly hugged you tight again. You tried to draw away after a few seconds but he held you firm, you stiffened as he whispered in your ear.

“Don’t you dare play games with me whilst I’m up there.”

You didn’t reply, too stunned from their win and his threatening tone to think of a sassy comeback. Calum kissed your cheek gently and left your side to join his friends and the presenters on stage.

You sat back in your seat, tossing the small remote in your pocket and pondering whether or not you should comply to Calum’s demand. As the microphone was handed to Calum you mentally exclaimed ‘Fuck it.’ and twisted the dial which switched on Calum’s toy.

You bit back a laugh as Calum’s words became choked and short and his heavy breathing was audible through the mic. He was chewing the inside of his cheek and his hands were shaking, and on the big screen you were sure you could see a layer of sweat beginning to form on his flushed face. To the audience it would seem as if he was just nervous or excited but if he stayed up there longer than a few minutes you both knew it would suddenly become a very different televised event. You watched eagerly as Calum handed the microphone over to Ashton and reached his hand into his jean pocket, deftly returning the vibrations in full force. You bit back a squeal and squirmed in your seat, the highest setting making you giggle uncontrollably as you knew Calum was definitely angry at you for potentially embarrassing him. The people next to you gave you smiles, innocently thinking you were just overjoyed for your boyfriend and his band, little did they know. Your stomach was in knots and your toes were curling against the soles of your shoes, you were sure you were about to explode from all the edging that Calum had put you through tonight. In the meantime Calum was sweating next to his peers, praying that his boner was concealed by his long shirt and that the boys would get ushered off the brightly lit stage soon. He slapped a hand on Luke’s shoulder, to others it would seem congratulatory, but truthfully it was because he wasn’t sure how much longer his legs would hold up against the assault of the vibrating toy.

As soon as the presenter ushered them offstage Calum was rushing back to your side, glaring at you and gritting his teeth to hold off from cumming in his jeans. He grabbed your hand and took the remote from you, switching his toy off. You couldn’t put up a fight even if you wanted to, at this point you were trying - and failing - to steady your breathing and your hands were brutally digging into the arm of your chair. You were close and Calum knew it. He took out the remote control for your underwear and held it on his thigh where you but no-one else could see it. He watched you closely, examining your breath and the scrunching of your eyes.

He was waiting.

Tension was pooling in your belly and you could hardly stop yourself from thrashing around and causing a scene. Just as you were about to moan out in pleasure Calum flicked the remote off, instead causing a disappointed whine to leave your mouth, which earnt a few strange looks. You almost had a strop in the huge venue but hastily decided against begging for Calum to let you cum in front of a few thousand people.

You silently seethed as Calum had all the power now. You were now forced to wait until you reached the comfort of your own home before finally getting the release that currently had you completely wet and quaking.

You bounced your legs nervously in the taxi. You were riled up and internally screaming for Calum’s touch to push you over the edge, but he had deliberately ignored you for the rest of the night, letting you take his arm but refusing to acknowledge your tugs on his sleeve in an attempt to get him home.

He finally complied to your silent request just after midnight, bidding farewell to his fellow musicians and gripping your hand a little too tight as you walked out of the grand doors of the venue and into your arranged car.

By the time you arrived home and got inside you were practically sweating from anticipation, but Calum simply swanned over the threshold, hardly paying any attention you. Just because he had been treating you this way the entire night, didn’t mean you had gotten used to it and you were far from happy with being looked over. You pouted dramatically and huffed as you sat down on the sofa, waiting for Calum to check on you but he didn’t. You heard footsteps echo into your bedroom and crossed your legs and arms, pursing your lips even more and furrowing your eyebrows.  You sighed loudly and eventually resorted to following Calum, trailing into the room stroppily before stopping dead in the doorframe.

Calum was lying on your bed completely naked and jerking himself off leisurely, his remote control toy discarded next to him. He lazily turned his head towards you as you walked in, giving you a nod in acknowledgement and biting back a smirk at your reaction to his position.

“What are you doing?” You gulped.

Calum’s hips bucked as he sped up, unwilling to admit he liked you just watching him hungrily. You could only stare in awe as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He glanced over at you, still stuck in the doorway, and chuckled lowly.

“Don’t look so lost princess.” He grinned as he fucked his fist.

You doubled over, the vibrating in your underwear suddenly violent as Calum took control of the remote again, rendering you weak for the fourth time that night. He waved the remote tauntingly, luring you over to the side of the bed. Your legs ached and you surrendered, collapsing on the bed next to Calum, who was in turn wrecking himself.

“Turn it off!” Your legs spasmed as you swatted at Calum, who kept the remote way out of reach, stroking himself more deliberately as his eyes swept your quivering body.

“Calum!” You practically yelled your boyfriend’s name, your hands grabbing fistfulls of the sheets.

Calum complied to your request at the last second you could hold on for, reading your body like a damn book. You relaxed on the bed, somewhat disappointed but glad he relented for just a second. Before he could start his torture on you again you hastily stood up and wriggled out of your dress, throwing it over a chair and making a mental note to hang it up later.

You looked Calum dead in the eyes as you unclipped your bra, sliding it off your shoulders and throwing it down at your feet. You gaze locked as you bent slightly to slip off the underwear. Calum swallowed the lump in his throat, the hand on his cock frozen. He didn’t have control over you anymore.

You moved slowly towards the bed, basking in the attention Calum was now giving you. You knelt on the edge of the mattress, eyeing up the boy suspiciously as he had a mischievous smirk on his face. As you predicted, he launched himself towards you once you were close, flinging his body on yours and pinning you against the soft sheets.

“Wanna race?” His eyes were glinting evilly and with those two words you knew that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

“That’s not fair, you’ve been teasing all night!” You protested.

Your ‘races’ with each other rarely occurred, due to how wrecked it left the both of you. The aim of the game was to cum last, doing all you could to make the other cum first. Calum never let you top when you raced because the position allowed you to have more control and he liked winning.

“Loser buys dinner?”

“It’s like 2am, Cal.”

“I’m hungry.”

“Eat me.”

Calum dropped his head into the crook of your neck and scoffed at your remark, his lips finding your collarbone nipping at it gently.

“After you cum around my cock.”

His sudden dirty talk startled you but sent a flood of warm tingles through your body. Game on. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him in tighter to you and moaning yourself when his hard on brushed against your wetness. Grabbing the back of his neck forcefully, you pressed your lips to his and quickly realised how inevitable it was that you were going to lose. Calum’s lips worked magic and you were soaking under him just from a few seconds of making out, that boy had you utterly wrapped around his finger. You were kissing him as if he was oxygen, passionate and deep, your tongue flitting over the plump lips they knew all too well.

“Need you…” You whined, gasping for breath as Calum sucked a bright hickey on your neck, knowing he’d have to pay for it later.

“What was that?” His voice mocked your desperation, he knew exactly what you wanted.

“Calum! Please, I need you.” Your ragged breath was making it hard to talk but you spat the words out.

He said nothing else, just let you watch him in anticipation. He reached his hand between your two bodies and grabbed his length, pumping a few times before teasing you with his tip.

“For fucks sake!” You squirmed, about to burst from the need to feel him inside you.

“Patience babygirl.”

His words drove you crazy but you needed to at least try to win the race. Your jaw went slack as Calum finally indulged you, pushing in gently and pacing himself slowly to get you warmed up to his size. After all this time his size still stretched you and you couldn’t stop yourself hissing at the burning you were so addicted to.

Somehow you found each other’s lips again, soft gasps escaping your mouths as Calum thrusted gently. You both knew this wasn’t the aim of the game but you couldn’t help basking in the effortless love you both showed for each other… Even if it occasionally involved embarrassing each other in front of huge crowds. Uncharacteristically he groaned, his hips stuttering and biting his lip hard.

“Close, Cal?” You teased, grinding your hips down on his length and watched cunningly as his eyes fluttered and rolled. It was a competition after all.

“Shut up.” He growled, surprised himself at how the toy had worked him up so much.

He connected your lips again, kissing you swollen. His thrusts became animalistic, pushing deep trying to hit your sweet spot and keep his winning streak. It was working, but his panting told you he was a split second closer to cumming than you were. He rested a hand above you on the headboard and he drove into you harder, both of you moaning with abandon as you tightened around him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whined, thrashing your arms and dragging your fingernails down Calum’s taught back, rendering him weak.

“God… fuck!” Calum faltered, exploding inside you and doing his best to not completely crush you under his weight as his arms struggled to hold him up.

The feeling of him inside you was the last straw and tipped you over the edge, sending you spiralling out of control as your hands curled into fists and you came hard around him, “Calum” being the only coherent word your lips could form.

You lay weak, Calum’s torso pressed tightly to yours and arms wrapped around each other before Calum carefully pulled out of you, rolling on his side but still remaining close to you. Both of you lay in silence, bathing in the afterglow and catching your breath.

“I won.” You muttered, giggling as Calum sighed loudly.

You turned your head to look at him and raised your eyebrows, unable to erase the cocky smile from your face. He wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead and leaned in to peck your lips before standing up, placing a hand on the wall to steady himself as his head spun from his orgasm for a moment.

“Your regular, yeah?” He confirmed, moving to retrieve his phone and sticking to his end of the deal.

“Yup!” You smiled contently as you watched his ass wiggle out the door, “You should probably get dressed babe!” You called as he disappeared down the corridor, murmuring to himself about how he’d rather eat you for dinner.

Put A Ring On It

♥ Hi Guys, so here we go with another fulfilled request. I hope you guys like this one and @moderndeathsblog as well. Like always feel free to leave some feedback, send a request, drop an ask, whatever is on your mind. Found any mistakes feel, free to tell me I would love to fix them. Deutsche Version auf meiner Masterlist!


Request: Hi! Can you do one where tony and the reader are engaged but he postpones the wedding a lot so she starts to get mad at him and gives him the silent treatment and at one party steve flirts with her thinking they have broken up! Lol smut then!


  • Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader
  • Summary: Tony postones your wedding and it was just a question of time, til you get mad.
  • Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, brief fighting
  • Words: 1873

A wide smile graced your lips as you walked with bulging shopping bags through the  shopping center. You got yourself the one or another new piece of clothing, which would  your fiance love as well. 
You were on your way to the exit to go back home. When you arrived at the escalators, your eyes fell on a electronics shop, in the shop windows were huge flat screens on which the news were running.

Your heart stopped beating and your breath caught in your throat as you read the headlines, followed by a picture of you and your fiance.

~ Wedding of Tony Stark and Y/N Y/L /N postpones for the third time! How stable is the relationship of New York’s dream couple really? ~

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Chill » Conor Maynard

Requests: Can you do an imagine where you’re dating Conor and get on well with the boys. You’re all round Conor’s, the boys are watching footie and you’re feet are up on the couch and up over jacks lap as you’re leaned up against Conor with his arm wrapped around you. And you’re all screaming at the game and eating pop corn. Fluff. Fluffy sheet.

Can you write something about Conor fracturing his ankle and y/n looking after him?


You had been seeing Conor for around six months now, and his friends and family had only found out two months ago, as the both of you had decided to keep your relationship a secret for a while. Gradually, you were introduced to his brother, his friends, his parents and his sister but you had yet to be introduced to his fans. You were so glad that you got on well with the people Conor had chosen to surround himself with, albeit not getting along with his brother at first because it meant that you could hang out whenever you wanted.

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Perfection

Characters: Clint x Reader

Summary: After a string of less than perfect dates maybe your Mr Right has been in front of you all the time.

Word Count: 2580 words

A/N: By popular demand (and a great prompt from @feelmyroarrrr) here is Part 2 of Perfect.

The mission had taken its toll on you all and a heavy silence had descended on the Quinn jet as you all metaphorically licked your wounds.  You were sat on the floor towards the back when Nat slid down beside you.  “So, I was thinking…”  she began, causing you to roll your eyes.

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Three’s a Crowd (Part 11)

Originally posted by kths

Member: Taehyung x Reader x OC

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11.

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Not the One

Summary: The reader has a massive crush on the Winter Soldier but he has eyes for a red headed 

Warnings: Cussing. Angst. Fluff? I honestly don’t know. 

Author’s Note: I have been feeling really down lately so I wanted to do something to get it out. 

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Y/N was a very unique addition to the team of superheros. She was an excellent  sniper, she had the power of fire, mind control, and a few other powers. Y/N mostly kept to herself and was mainly found in the library but during any events with the team, she was there. 

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Do What’s Best

Originally posted by supernatural-jackles

This is for @riversong-sam​​ Sam’s 700 Follower Celebration. I chose the song, ‘Why Don’t We Just Dance-Josh Turner’, the quote, ‘You’re joking, right?’, and the gif that is included in the fic. The song is sorta woven into the fic and the gif is meant to be Sam and Amelia. Even tho it doesn’t look like them, just accept it.

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam, Amelia

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Angst, argument, injury to reader, strained relationship, Dean being a dumbass, angst at the end

Word count: 1806

Summary: An argument strains Y/n and Dean’s relationship, but will Dean say what he needs to in order to fix it?

A/N: Ok, so…angst? It’s basically all angst, but the ending isn’t too definite…sorta!!! Iunno…it’s all angst. Also, it’s an AU. Nothing specific. Just a non-hunting AU, cos…that’s how it happened. And sorry to the peeps who don’t like Amelia with Sam, I hated Ruby 2.0 and Jess wasn’t even a character except for like a single ep, so Amelia was the one I had to go for. Hope u like it!!

Tagged peeps: @waywardsons-imagines​ @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname​ @sallyp-53​ @vixenwinchesters​ @helvonasche​ @notnaturalanahi​ @wayward-mirage​ @riversong-sam​ @nerdflash​ @miss-miep​ @impala-dreamer​ @unknown-chronicles​ @chelsea072498​ @deals-with-demons​ @plaidstiel-wormstache​ @impalaimagining​ @deathtonormalcy56​ @the-latina-trickster​ @aingealcethlenn​ @squirrels-angels-and-moose @meganwinchester1999​ @cubs2019-blog​ @lucifer-in-leather​ @p–trick​ @straightestgay-voice​ @professsionalsinner​ @deantheotherkingofkinks​ @50shadesofyes​ @lucis-unicorn @whispersandwhiskerburn​ @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell​ @colespriverdale​ @daddysxlittlexsunshine @atc74​ @wonderange @mogaruke​ @aiaranradnay

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Dean watched as you stared at the TV, barely giving him a glance.

Things had been strained between the two of you.

Ever since Sam had moved out, finally getting a place with his fiancée, Dean had been more on edge.

It wasn’t anything to do with you. But Sam was his kid brother.

Ever since their mom died in a break-in gone wrong, Dean had promised to protect his little brother.

Once John died, Sam stayed close to Dean, knowing he was the only one his brother had left in his life.

But once y/n and Dean had finally gotten serious, Sam decided he’d spend more time with his friends than his brother.

And Dean didn’t mind that either.

Being with you was a breath of fresh air.

Dean had never had time for relationships. Not really.

There were a few people, but nothing that ever stuck. Not until you came along.

So when Sam began sending less time at home and more time with his girlfriend, Dean didn’t mind, because he had you.

And the two years you spent together was amazing.

Dean was never the type who fell in love.

He’d had maybe three girlfriends in his entire life and a couple of one night stands. But you took his heart and filled it with love and happiness.

Love that he never knew he needed.

But that all came crashing down when Sammy left.

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La Vida Mocha (1/?)

Summary: Months after the fall of the infamous Fake AH Crew, gang activity is still booming. Jeremy was left in the dust after the crew he worked with was busted for selling out the Fakes, and now he’s returned to underground fighting. Despite money running thin, he has found himself spending every afternoon possible with the cute new guy at Starbucks. Little does he know that Ryan is actually far less innocent than he seems.

My Notes: If you don’t already know, this is a Jeremwood Coffeeshop/FAHC AU that spawned from a whole bunch of posts and asks. If you want to see the origins of this AU (and get an idea of where this fic is heading, probably some spoilers though), please check out the tag I have on my blog here, or the masterlist here. I don’t know how long this fic is going to be, all I know is that it’s probably going to be a monster.

Also, this first chapter is kind of a prologue, there will be a timeskip next chapter. :’)

Words: 6241

AO3

CHAPTER ONE

By all standards, it’s a fairly ordinary day when the Fake AH Crew goes under.

It’s summer in Los Santos, which means it’s humid as all hell, traffic is marginally better than most other times of the year, and gang activity is skyrocketing. In fact, Jeremy’s been recently hired by a small crew by the name of Pyrite. It’s no Fake AH Crew by any means, but it’s a name he actually recognised when their frontman approached him after another win at the underground fighting syndicate. He may only be doing grunt work for them, but it’s the first time he really feels like he might be moving up in the world since making the move to Los Santos.

Jeremy and another brute are delegated to play bodyguard for the frontman at a potentially dangerous deal, but it all goes over smoothly. Him and the others leave the deal pleased, frontman swinging a briefcase from his hand. “The boss will be very pleased about this information,” he says with a wicked smile. And Jeremy thinks nothing of it. Jeremy actually hasn’t even met his boss yet – he’s barely been working with Pyrite for a over a week.

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