Learning 2 Share - Stilinski Triplets + Mitch Stilinski [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(s): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Stuart Stilinski/Reader, Thomas Stilinski/Reader, Mitch Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 5668

Notes: Here y'all go. Finally here. So, there’s a lot of warnings for this one, let’s go. *cracks literally every fucking none in my body as preparation* Oral (both receiving), Fingering, Orgy, Multiple Orgasms, Spit Play, Anal, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Squirting, Double Penetration, Thigh Riding, Face Riding, Marking, Biting, Scratching, Over Stimulation, Shower Play, Exhibitionism, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Begging, Dominance, Older/Younger, Orgasm Denial and Choking/Gagging. Huge thanks to Steffy because even though she doesn’t like butt stuff, she proofread this for me. If that ain’ true friendship then I don’t know what is. I love you @dumbass-stilinski​ <3

Originally posted by headintheclouds-lostinthequotes

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Fighting Words


Advance, assail, assault, beset, charge, drive, foray, hurtle, launch, lunge, maul, press forward, push, rush, storm, surge


Blast, breach, carve, cleave, cleft, crack, cripple, crunch, demolish, destroy, disable, disfigure, disintegrate, divide, fragment, impair, mangle, mar, perforate, pulverize, rend, rift, ruin, rupture, sever, shatter, snap, splinter, split, wreck


Access, barge in, barrel in, horn in, infiltrate, intrude, invade, penetrate


Blow up, bomb, burst, detonate, erupt, fragment, go off, ignite


Collapse, descend, dive, drop, fall prone, header, lapse, plummet, plunge, slip, slump, sprawl, topple, trip, tumble


Agile, electric, fleet, hasty, nimble, quick, rapid, speedy, swift


capture, catch, clasp, grasp, grip, latch on to, nab, seize, snag, snatch, take


Bat, batter, bash, blow, bludgeon, box, buffet, bust, chop, clobber, clout, cuff, flail, hammer, haymaker, jab, knock, lash, paste, pummel, punch, rabbit punch, slap, slug, smash, sock, strike, swat, swipe, thrash, thump, uppercut, wallop


Bounce, bound, hop, jerk, jolt, leap, pounce, rise, skip, spring


Annihilate, behead, dispatch, eliminate, eradicate, erase, execute, exterminate, extirpate, finish, immolate, liquidate, massacre, murder, neutralize, obliterate, purge, slaughter, slay, snuff, terminate, waste


Bolt, dart, dash, escape, flee, gallop, hurry, lope, pace, scramble, race, rush, sprint, whisk


Bark, bellow, call, cry, holler, howl, roar, screech, shout, shriek, wail, yell, yelp


Blast, fire at, gun, open fire, nail, pick off, plug, pop, pull the trigger, salvo


Cut, gash, gouge, hack, hew, impale, incise, lacerate, pierce, prick, puncture, slash, slice, stick, thrust


Avert, bar, block, cease, check, defend, deflect, fend off, guard, halt, hold off, keep at bay, lull, obstruct, parry, push back, prevent, rebuff, repel, repulse, resist, shield, stave off, stun, ward off


Cast, catapult, chuck, eject, fire, fling, hurl, launch, lob, pelt, pepper, pitch, project, propel, shoot, shower, sling, spray, strew, toss


Accelerate, ambush, barrage, barricade, beat, bombard, buck, bushwhack, brandish, careen, clash, cleave, clench, clip, collide, crash, crawl, creep, crush, damage, dance, disappear, dodge, emit, exhaust, expel, fence, fly, freeze, frenzy, glance, grapple, grind, hasten, heave, hem in, hook, leave, lift, lurch, maneuver, net, onslaught, overtake, overwhelm, provoke, pursue, push, rally, reach, recoil, regress, retreat, rigor, rive, scatter, shove, shrivel, slip away, smatter, splatter, step, strain, stretch, strive, stroke, struggle, suppress, swerve, swing, swish, swoop, thrash, twirl, upset, urgent, vanish, vanquish, volley, waylay, wield, wither, wrestle, yield

The Virgin and The Sex God Chapter Two- Dean x Reader

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Two
Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love.
Word Count: 2,100
Warnings: Sexual Content.  Language.

Originally posted by trisgrimes


I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me…
From Addicted by Saving Abel

You groaned as you dragged yourself into your motel room.  The night had been long and hellish.  Not like you had thought it would be.  You thought that you and Dean would sit around trading stories about hunts and chugging beer.  Never ever, would you have thought that he would try to get into your pants.  He hadn’t shown any interest in you at all over the last three years. You blushed as you remembered the last words that he had asked you on the way.

“Do you like me enough?”

You had made a high pitched noise in your throat as your only response.  Dean had outright laughed at you that time.  Like a full on belly laugh. He had to to stop the car in order to get it out.  That was when you had concluded that he was indeed teasing you.

You grunted as your hands went up to rub your temples.  You were starting to get a headache just thinking of that man.  What in the world had gotten into him?  You couldn’t say it was the booze.  He hadn’t really had much to drink by Dean standards.  Maybe you could chalk it up to him trying to get revenge on you for scaring off his piece of tail for the night.  Then there was the other conclusion that you could draw.  Dean was actually attracted to you.

A flash of very unfamiliar emotions flashed through you.  Suddenly it hit you- just how much you liked  Dean.  As in, you wanted to keep him around as your friend.  If anything happened between the two of you then shit would just get weird and complicated.  You didn’t do complicated.  Complicated would only make life harder than it already was.

You glanced at the red numbers on the digital clock side table.  It read eleven and you groaned.  It was still really early- you could never fall asleep before two.  You contemplated watching T.V., but you knew that their would be nothing that would keep your attention.  Too many questions were playing over and over again in your head.

The shuffling sound from next door caught your attention and that was when you remembered something important. Dean was your neighbor.   Not only was he  your neighbor but he had a door that was connected to your room.  You hadn’t thought anything of it when you checked in, but now you wanted your money back.  Plus, you were pretty sure the lock for the door was on his side.  

You let out a very dramatic screech as the thoughts of him just beyond the door made your skin heat up.  You wouldn’t go there.  You couldn’t go there.  This wasn’t going to happen.  You weren’t going to lose your virginity to the sex god and heart breaker called Dean Winchester.  You knew it was just sex, but it was more.  Losing someone else wasn’t something you could handle.

You had lost your dad to hunting and your mother to how you choose to live your life.  She had given you the opportunity to get out, but you had chosen to go back.   Shaking the memories away, you decided to strip out of your grimy clothes.  A hot shower was the best bet at this point.  That always helped you wind down for the night.  Once you were down to just your birthday suit, you padded your way over to the restroom. 

Stepping into the tub, you allowed the hot water to take away the stress of the evening.  Reaching out, you grabbed your shampoo and poured into your palm worked up a good lather.  Once you felt that it was a good enough scrub, you tilted your head back so you didn’t get shampoo in your eyes from the running water.  As your eyes drifted to the ceiling, you let out a scream that would make a banshee jealous.  

A big, hairy, and black nightmare was crawling above your head.  You absolutely hated spiders and this son of bitch had to be the one that crawled straight out of hell.  Losing your footing, you slipped backwards and fell against the cold title.

Gripping the the slick wall in desperation, you stood frozen.   You screamed again as the spider began to crawl towards you.  The bathroom door bursting open caught your attention.  This time you let out a scream for another reason.  Dean stood in the doorway looking flabbergasted.   

His gaze wasn’t on your face.  Realization hit and your arms went up to cover your breast and you  crossed your thighs.  You could only pray that he didn’t get a good show.  Your brain went haywire for a moment when you watched as his eyes roamed over your body.

 The way his jaw clenched made you feel that pesky tingle between your thigh again.  The original reason for your screaming suddenly made itself present.  The eight legged beast was now right beside your head.  Your hands shot up and you pointed wildly at the your living nightmare.  

“Kill it!  KILL IT!!” You cried as you animatedly pointed to the spider.  

Dean’s eyes were now officially glued to your bouncing chest.  His mind had gone completely to the gutter. The images that were running through his head were enough to make his cock twitch to life.  He couldn’t help but imagine you bouncing on top of him.

 Your lips parted as you alternated between little moans and high pitched wails of his name as he started to pound into you.  His hips snapping upwards as he hit you in the sweet spot.  Your slickness flooding to cover his cock as you came hard.  He reached up to grab your hips to hold you in place while he stretched and filled you to your limit.

Back in reality, you had stopped bouncing and calling for him to kill the spider.  Instead you were now screaming at full volume as you perched precariously on the tub edge.  You had decided that the look on Dean’s face wasn’t worth leaving the tub  and the damn spider had now climbed to the bottom.  You were trapped between your two biggest fear-spiders and intimacy.  You were hoping that the shower spray would scare away the damn spider, but the fucker kept crawling.

It finally reached the other side of the tub and began to crawl upwards.  As you watched on in horror, you decided that Dean was the less scary option and scrambled backwards.  A squeak of helplessness escaped your lips when your foot slipped and you fell backwards.  You quickly closed your eyes as you awaited the impact.  The impact that you got wasn’t what you were expecting.  Your back fell into a soft warm embrace as two strong arms gripped you.  Your eyes fluttered open and you found yourself looking into a sea of green.

Dean smiled down at you and shook his head.  You really were too cute for your own good. Scooping your legs from their place on the tub, he picked you up bridal style in order to carry you to the bed.  You were yelling for him to put you down as your legs kicked.  What in the world was even happening?

Dean gently laid you across the bed and stared down at you.  He couldn’t help but drink you in as you lied there.  Your breath was coming in short spurts and he could see the flush washing over you body.  He bit down hard on his lip as a moan threatened to escaped his lips.  You were looking at him like a deer caught in headlights.

Even though you knew you were completely exposed to him- you couldn’t bring yourself to cover yourself.  Instead, your eyes glued to Dean’s jeans.  The outline of his harden cock was pressing against the zipper.  Your eyes widen when it twitched violently under your stare.  Embarrassment ran through you as squealed.  Turning over, you grabbed a pillow to cover your head.  You didn’t even think to about the gift you had just given Dean.  

Dean eyes darken when you gave him a good view of your pretty little pussy.  He groaned loudly when noticed the sheen that leaked out from your inner lips.  Not being able to take it anymore, he was moving towards you.  He bent over you as his hand ghosted over the shape of your hips.

“Fuck Y/N.  You’re fucking perfect.” He groaned as his hands slipped over the mound of your behind.  You instantly shuttered under the touch, but pressed yourself closer to the bed.  You weren’t ready for this.  You would never be ready for this.  

“Dean stop.”  You mumbled into the mattress, but the squealing was soon replacing words.  One of Dean’s long fingers had reached out and gently pressed to your clit.  The pleasure that ran through you from that simple touch made you quake.  You really were a virgin to everything sexual.  You had never even touched yourself.  

Dean’s finger began to trace circles on your hardening bud and you hissed through your teeth.  Was this what you had been missing?  Well slap your ass and call you Sally.

You groaned as the pressure from his finger increased and a wave of fresh pleasure flooded you. Biting your lip, you let out a little moan of his name and Dean nearly lost it.  He just wanted to toss his clothes to the side and pound into you.  For your sake and somewhat for his amusement, he was going to drag this out.  Teasing  you was the most fun he in a long while.  So pushing back his thoughts and readjusting him, he pulled away from you and gave your ass a smack.  You rolled over to glare at him and he smirked down at you.  

“What the hell, Dean?!” You roared as you rubbed your sore butt cheek.   Dean simply gave you a lopsided smile before turning to go back to his room. 

“When you touch yourself make sure you think of me.”  He said with a devilish wink.  A sounding laughing echoing through your room as you let out a scream of pure hatred into your pillow.  

The loud blaring of the alarm on your phone woke you up with a start.  Groaning, you reached over and slapped it.  The sound was grating on your nerves.  Once you had your number one enemy was under control, your thoughts drifted back to yours dreams.  Dirty dreams about one Mr. Dean Winchester.  

You groaned when you realized that Dean was starting to get under your skin.  You had been with him for the last two days because some local hunters had asked for help on another case close to the same area.  Since that nigh at the bar,you hadn’t been able to sleep without dreaming about him.  Not one dream was alike other than they all involved some sort of sexual contact.  

Groaning as you reached up to groggily wipe your hair out of your face.  Your stomach protested at being empty and you decided to see if Dean was awake.  You climbed out of bed and scurried over to the adjoining door and gave it a knock.

“Dean?  Are you up?”  You called out as knocked.  The sound of footsteps from the other side of the door gave you the answered.  

The door opened slowly and your heart jumped in your throat.  Dean stood in all his glory in front of you.  He was clad only in his boxer briefs and his messy hair.  He gave you a groggy smile before yawning. 

“Mornin.”  He said sleepily.  His hand reaching up to rub the sleep from his eyes.

You tried to swallowed but your mouth was completely dry.  Dean gave you another lopsided smile and you blushed.  When the hell did he get so cute?  You bit your lip before asking him if he wanted to get breakfast.  You cursed yourself when your voice broken a little as he  nodded.  He looked almost angelic half-asleep.

He mumbled something about a shower and turned around.  He left the door open and allowed for you to get the whole view.  His well defined back muscles made you almost shiver as they flex from movement.  Finally, as your eyes roamed his body, you came across a gift from God, Dean Winchester’s ass.  

The groan that escaped your lips was beyond your control, but the low chuckle out of his made you stop short.  You watched as he turned back towards you and gave you a wink. Slowly his fingers dipped into the waistband of his boxers before he slide them down his muscular thighs.  Your eyes widen in shock as you turned away from him.  A dark chuckle came from behind you before his footsteps indicated that he was walking away.  You glowered as a thought struck you.

The little shit was teasing you again!  A smirk grew on your face as a singular thought ran through your mind.  This meant war.

AN:  So I really need to get some sleep.  LOL  So please forgive the grammar in this one.  I will go over it better tomorrow. I hope you’re enjoying this series as much as I am!  Please note that I am taking the next few days off from writing.  I will be back Monday.

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fantasie-traum  asked:

Omg I am in love with this blog 💕💕 I love how well written everything is!! So I read the rules and I wasn't sure if I could request only one character or if I had to do RFA+the characters I wanted;;; but I was hoping for some kissing headcannons (like how they kiss, etc.) of the RFA+V please and thank you!

Oh hi~! Thank you for your support! You can have individual characters or the whole gang when making a request. :) We don’t normally do Vanderwood (or Rika, or Driver Kim lolol), but for HCs, we usually write for the five main characters + Saeran and V. ♥

This was fun to write, so I hope you enjoy~!!!


Kissing HCs


  • You were surprised when he first kissed you at the party
  • He seemed so… confident.
  • But he becomes a blushing mess when you initiate kisses
  • Likes eskimo kisses, rubbing his nose against yours, and then finishing it with a quick peck on the lips
  • Attacks you with multiple kisses on the face when you call him cute
  • To the point where you’re already holding his face away from you and he’s still puckered up like a cartoon octopus, trying so hard to reach you
  • “Yoosung, nooooo~“
  • “But whyyyy, emshee jush one mooorreee pweeeeaaash“
  • Makes obnoxiously loud smooching noises until you give in
  • Will steal kisses when you’re super serious or unaware
  • Expect a moan or two when you bite him during makeout sessions
  • Loves it best when you’re cuddling and he reaches from behind you to kiss your cheek.
  • “I’m sorry MC, I just can’t help but want to kiss you ‘cuz you’re so cute!“
  • Yoosung, what’re you talking about you’re the one who’s cute asdfghjkl

Zen / Hyun Ryu

  • Good night kiss. Good luck kiss. Goodbye kiss.
  • Basically makes each and every excuse just to give you kisses.
  • Chooses the highest seat on the theater just to make out with you
  • “But Zen, we won’t be able to properly watch the movie from up here…“
  • “You don’t need to look at anything else but me, MC.“
  • Who needs 3d and 4d when you’re always having a very interactive movie experience™?
  • But he really lives for morning kisses
  • Chuckles at the sight of you since your hair is always a disheveled mess
  • Starts with kissing the top of your head and then tucks away some loose strands so he could kiss your forehead
  • You always automatically roll away from him, exposing his favorite part to kiss : the crook of your neck
  • Lmao Zen are you a vampire
  • He goes to wrap his arms around you, burying his nose at the junction between your neck and shoulder, breathing in your scent before he licks a path just below the shell of your ear
  • And then he goes back, peppering said area with small kisses
  • Doesn’t care whether you’ve brushed or not, nothing will stop him from kissing you on the lips when you turn to face him
  • “Good morning, jagi. ♥“
  • What a good morning, indeed.


  • Was really shy at first, so she wouldn’t kiss you much.
  • But she gradually gets used to it since you usually rain kisses on her.
  • Would give you a quick kiss when you least expect it.
  • And blush innocently.
  • Baehee what did we do to deserve you aaaaaaaa
  • Sometimes though, she would just rest her forehead against yours, and give you butterfly kisses, your eyelashes touching as you lazily kiss
  • She’d smile and laugh with you afterwards
  • There was one time when you had icing on your cheek and she was feeling adventurous
  • So she gathered her courage, and then…
  • “MC, there’s icing on your cheek.“
  • “Eh? Where?“ you ask, touching the opposite cheek
  • “No, no, not there. Here, I’ll get it for you“
  • She reaches out, and then licks the icing off of your cheek in a way that it made you shiver and feel light and tingly inside
  • There was an awkward silence right after, until she coughs and then carries on with work as if nothing happened
  • (≖ ͜ʖ≖)
  • You made it a point to smear some icing on your cheek from then on and pretend that you didn’t know you had it on


  • Tries so hard to act cute with you sometimes, it’s almost painful to watch
  • Jumin, please stop watching cheesy dramas and copying it; we’d still love you even if Zen calls you a bore
  • Pretty shameless when he kisses you on the lips during parties, much to his father’s disdain.
  • “As much as it’s a pleasure to meet your daughter, I only have eyes for my wife.“
  • He doesn’t kiss much, but when he does, it’s always the back of your hands first.
  • And then the forehead, then the lips.
  • Or forehead, eyelids, tip of your nose.
  • When you’re being intimate with him, he’d gently gather a few locks of your hair in his hand and kiss it
  • Also loves kissing a path from your knees down to your inner thighs ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • Hickeys on your neck, collarbone, chest, upper arms; he likes marking what’s his.
  • Would sometimes take you out for evening walks, and then kiss you under the fireworks or when you’re alone at an observation deck on a tower or a cruise ship
  • “Wha… what was that for???“
  • “Do I really need to have a reason to kiss you, my love?“
  • It usually leads you to melt on the spot, but he’s always there to catch you ♥

707 / Saeyoung

  • Spiderman kiss? Lizard kiss? Australian kiss?  ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ)
  • Name an unusual type of kiss, and he’d convince you to try it with him.
  • Saeyoung, stop trying to hang upside down from there, it’s dangerous pls stop
  • On a serious note, he’s more likely to casually flop on your lap when you’re on the couch and ask for a kiss.
  • Or he would distract you from a card or board game with a breathtaking kiss to win. Lmao you cheat
  • Biter. Also a tease.
  • His favorite part to kiss is your tummy, then making his way down, down, down… but then he suddenly backs up to give you a deep kiss when you think that he’d kiss there
  • Also loves kissing from your back down to the swell of your butt, where he proceeds to bite.
  • “Saeyoung!“
  • “Eheheh. Sorry, I got carried away, it’s just so soft and bouncy, I couldn’t resist!“
  • There are also times when he’d take you out on a drive
  • He’d spread a blanket on a dry, grassy patch and you’d just lie side by side, holding hands while star gazing.
  • When he thinks you’re starting to doze off, he’d hover over you
  • “Hey, don’t fall asleep on me, MC,“ he says, caressing your face and then tilting your chin upwards.
  • Proceeds to place soft kisses on your lips, moving to the corner of your mouth and then your jaw.
  • And then he stops and flicks your forehead.
  • “It’s getting late, we should head back home.“
  • ( ಥ ʖ̯ ಥ) ….

Unknown / Saeran

  • Polar extremes
  • You’d have to either coax kisses out of him, or he would slam you against a flat surface and aggressively kiss the crap out of you.
  • “Saeran, you rarely kiss me. C’mon, pleeeaaase? With mint chip ice cream on top?“
  • “Fine, but you better live up to your promise“
  • Gives you a half-assed side kiss, then carries on with his task
  • “Saeran that’s not even a proper kiss“ ( ಠ ʖ̯ ಠ)
  • “Beggars can’t be choosy, MC.“
  • He might say that while sporting a bored look, but he’s really screaming inside.
  • Very embarrassed bean. Give him space. Let him scream. Give the boy his ice cream.
  • Likes giving one-lip kisses, either kissing your upper lip, or biting your lower lip and then making a swipe inside your mouth with his tongue
  • But there are also times when he’d ask nicely for a kiss on the lips.
  • “Can I kiss you, MC?“ kiss. “I want to kiss more. Can I kiss you again?“ kiss. “Another.“ kiss.
  • This usually leads to heavy makeout sessions.
  • Lets you take the last weiner, cake, nugget, etc., but then he steals it from you through a french kiss before you could even chew
  • “It’s your fault for not swallowing quickly.“

V / Jihyun Kim

  • Will randomly pull you in for kisses when he’s in a happy mood
  • His favorite is when your back is turned to him and your nape is exposed.
  • Will hug you from behind and starts with a number of soft kisses on your nape, going to your shoulder.
  • And then he’d just rest his chin on your shoulder and smile at you as he watches you work.
  • “I would take a picture, but I don’t think I’d be able to perfectly catch this moment on camera, MC.“
  • Would usually lead to you accidentally cutting or burning your fingers when he does this during meal prep
  • “Oh no, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for you to get distracted! Here, let me see your hand.“
  • Unconsciously puts the burned/bleeding area to his lips, lightly sucking on it.
  • “Uhh… V, the… the first aid kit… “
  • “Hmm? Oh. Oh, right. Just stay there while I get the kit.“
  • Likes to lightly nibble on your earlobe, neck, collarbone, shoulder, and hip
  • Showering together? He would kiss your back while you’re both under the shower spray.
  • Most likely to take you skinny dipping, and then make out with you in the water
Just Like Always

Word Count: 1467

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Flangst 

A/N: Season 13 spoilers read at your own risk. Unbeta’d all mistakes are mine

Feedback and Constructive Criticism Always Welcome

The silence in the Impala was deafening. Sam and Jack in the back seat, Dean and you in the front. Dean’s jaw clenching every few seconds, his bloody fist gripping the wheel so hard the wounds threatened to reopen at any moment. He wouldn’t speak. He wouldn’t look at you. Dean had retreated completely inside himself to grieve for Crowley, to grieve for Mary, and to grieve for Cas. Dean’s cycle of self blame and pushing people away had begun, and you weren’t about to let him push you away. Not this time. You needed each other if you were going to get through this, but most of all you had to be strong enough to support him.

As soon as you got back to the bunker you headed straight to the bathroom to clean up and strip out of your dirty clothes, changing into fresh, comfortable sweat pants and a t-shirt. The t-shirt exposed your arms, leaving all the bumps, bruises, and scratches completely exposed. Dean’s words to Sam from earlier echoed through your head as you cleaned the wounds with antiseptic. “We’ll take him back to the bunker where the only people he can hurt are me and you.” He was going to try and kick you out again, just like he did when he had the Mark of Cain, but this time you weren’t leaving.

You made your way back into your shared bedroom, fully prepared for what you were about to face. Dean’s back was to the door; shoulders slouched, hands down at his sides. “You need to leave.” He murmured. “I don’t want you here.”

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Draco wasn’t sure who said it, or even the exact words that were used.  They said Hagrid was carrying Harry.  There was only one reason he would be carried back to Hogwarts.  Draco was right; Harry was dead.  He felt a sob rip from his chest as he scribbled down one last line in his journal before shoving it in the pocket of his jacket.

Draco stepped into the courtyard.  His eyes moved past Voldemort but didn’t reach the crowd of Death Eaters advancing on the school.  Draco only had eyes for Harry.  Harry, in Hagrid’s arms, looked so small.  The usually chilling voice of Voldemort was nothing more than a roar in Draco’s ears.  The smell of blood and smoke faded around him.  The slight chill in the air was gone.  Draco was near losing himself completely when he heard his mother’s voice.

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Jason is secretly an amazing singer, but nobody except for Alfred, Roy, and his mother (or at least she used to) knows about it. That is until one day Cass was walking through the manor and happened to pass Jason’s room. She stopped when she heard a muffled noise coming from his bathroom, one that sounded oddly melodic. She let herself into his room and listened against the door to his ajoined bathroom. Aside from the loud sound of the shower spray, she could hear Jason actually singing, something she’d never heard before. He was belting out Demi Lovato’s Skyscraper, and it was so soulful and emotional that she was taken aback by it. She quickly left the room and grabbed Tim from where he was lounging on the couch, tugging him by the arm to Jason’s bathroom. When they got there, he too heard Jason’s beautiful singing, and he was just as shocked as Cass was. Before long they’d invited everyone else in the manor to listen, and they were all were shoving past each other in an effort to get closer to the door and listen to Jason’s incredible singing. By the time he started a rendition of Rachel Platten’s Fight Song, Dick, Stephanie, and Barbara were full on sobbing, and even Damian was choking back tears. Bruce was especially moved, though he didn’t show it of course. But nobody missed the silent tears on his face. 

Jason soon finished his shower and the music ended, but no one left. A few minutes later Jason emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and humming quietly, only to find his entire family crowded around the doorway and sobbing in a heap on the carpet. He walked away awkwardly, not understanding what their deal was, leaving his family to ugly cry all over his floor.   

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Andreil x "was supper pissed and went to the gym/punched you" au . Thank you 🎑

There was a time when Neil was cautious.

He remembers it sometimes when he catches a wisp of someone else’s cigarette smoke, or when a car drives too quickly past his apartment, or sometimes at the beach. Having eyes on the back of your head, looking in mirrors before turning corners, burner phones, hair dye, contact lenses, fake license plates, fake names.

That was a long time ago, though.

He hits the punching bag again, as hard as he can. Again. Harder. Again. Harder.

There’s a part of him that hates exy. Or no, not exy—how much he cares about it. Everything would be easier if he just cared a little bit less.

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The hollyphant is a celestial creature primarily associated with Chaav and Lastai, two gods of joy, acting primarily as their messengers. Most of the time a hollyphant is seen, it will appear as a petite flying elephant, about the size of a small dog. But if it needs to attack, it will shift into a giant, more threatening shape.

While small, the hollyphant is immune from all spells. It loses this protection when it shifts into its larger form, trading defense for offense. Despite the size change, it remains just as nimble both on ground and in the air.  It has as many magical spells, but it’s main attack is it’s trunk. As well as knock enemies about in it, the hollyphant can either release a shattering bellow or spray a shower of light (deadly to evil).

Note that both forms of the hollyphant are it’s true form. If viewed through a true seeing spell, both its large and smaller selves will be seen at the same time.

This is one of those creatures that I always kinda rolled my eyes at when I saw it. The illustration of the big winged elephant thing is not that good. But then I noticed there was a CUTE TINY GOLDEN FLYING ELEPHANT hiding next to it and I was like yesssssss.

I chose to do this as two illustrations instead of one because the CUTE TINY GOLDEN FLYING ELEPHANT deserved to be more noticeable than it is in the book. Some liberties were taken with the design of the big form. It’s supposed to have wings, but I like to think it can still fly with its ears. Just a huge bulk kept aloft by vigorously flapping tiny ears.

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Woah woah woah. You can shave with coconut oil??? Hit me with the pros of this plz


  • Smells really good
  • Makes your legs, etc. really soft
  • Gives a closer shave than shaving cream, conditioner, etc.
  • It doesn’t wash off if it gets in the shower spray bc it’s oil and water just bounces right off that shit
  • Your skin is so soft
  • It’s so much easier to wash the hair out of your razor (ew ik I’m sorry), like it just kind of slides right off
  • Soft skin
  • Helps prevent ingrown hairs (another hoe tip: put deodorant on your dry legs after you shave, that and the coconut oil will basically guarantee no ingrown hairs or razor burn)
  • Did I mention soft ass skin?
  • It also helped me grow out my eyebrows (even tho they’re already thick af), so put some of that on ur brows if that’s another goal of yours
  • Good overnight lip balm too
  • It gives you soft legs
Wrong Place Wrong Time (14)

Do not reuse, edit or copy and of my work(s). ©
Part 14 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 4,566 (Sorry🙊)

“This isn’t your room!” He screamed repeatedly smashing his fist into the wall beside your head. “It doesn’t belong to you! It doesn’t belong to you…it belongs to him.” Minseok’s fist slowly became still, he slid down into a slump on the floor. You still had your hands over your neck, guarding it so you wouldn’t fall victim to being strangled again and your eyes were tightly shut. When you realised you could no longer feel Minseok’s hot breath against your ear, you began to open your eyes slowly. You heard a quite sobbing; confused you looked down at your feet to see Minseok crouched into a ball, tears streaming down his face. Your mouth fell open in shock and your eyes widened. Minseok, the fiery, dangerous and resentful man that you had grown to be petrified of was crying on the floor. He looked small, like a helpless lost little boy, rocking himself backwards and forwards. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears you weren’t sure which one of Minseok’s extreme behaviours frightened you more. The violence or the crying.

“What’s happening?” You whispered, slowly shifting to the side, further away from Minseok.

“Sehun told me first. And I didn’t want to believe it; I didn’t want to believe you were in this room. But he was telling the truth. Why are you in here Y/N?” You stood there silently for a while, processing the fact that for once Minseok had addressed you by your name and not by profanities. It felt weird hearing your name roll off of his tongue, and it made you shiver somewhat, you felt like a child who had been naughty and was being scolded by their parents.  

“Why are you in here?!” He shouted after you still hadn’t answered him, he looked up at you through wet lashes, his body shaking violently.

“I –I needed some space, Baekhyun brought me here.” You stepped back further away from him, scared that he would leap up and attack you at any moment.

“Baekhyun?…” He breathed through controlled sobs, shaking his head. “Why would Baekhyun bring you here?” He punched the ground with his fist “I told them we should’ve killed you to begin with, you cause so much trouble. I feel like it’s your mission to piss me off.” He rose from the ground, wiping the tears from his eyes fiercely with the back of his hand.

“Y/N I –” You looked up to the door, Minseok spinning around to look at the owner of the voice. Jongin stopped at the entrance of the room looking between the two of you. “What’s going on in here?” He frowned stepping inside and walking up to you. “He didn’t hurt you did he?”

Minseok scoffed smiling disappointedly at Jongin. “Wow, since when did you care whether or not people got hurt in this place, isn’t that what we do for a living. How desperate are you to get into her pants Jongin? You know if you hold a gun to her head she’ll spread her legs for you willingly there’s no need to take the long route.” He walked over to the shelf and picked up the picture that you saw the other day. The one of him standing next to a man. “I didn’t hurt her Jongin, she hurt me by being in this room. The fact that Baekhyun allowed her in here and the fact that you knew she was in here but didn’t attempt to get her out. You guys make me sick.” He looked down at the photo in his hand, stroking it with is thumb. “Him and Sehun. The only two that showed me any respect in this damn place, this room is worth more than for scum to be standing in it.” He shot you a dirty glance.

“Stop playing the victim Minseok we all went through it, we all miss him.” Jongin said, dragging you behind him and shielding you from Minseok’s wildly erratic and unpredictable behaviour.

“Playing the victim?!” He laughed in disbelief. “I’m not playing the victim Jongin. I am the fucking victim! All my life I’ve been the bloody victim. I lost my best friend that night! My brother! How dare you tell me I’m playing the victim? He never meant as much to you guys as he did to me and Sehun!”

“That’s not true, we all grieved in our own ways, we’re still grieving until this day. Do you think this has been any easier on us than it has been for you? For Sehun? Because then you’re mistaken Minseok! It’s been hard for everyone, but we’ve had to move on. We had no other choice.”

“Well I don’t want to move on Jongin! I don’t want to ever forget the friendship I had with him!”

Jongin sighed, stepping towards Minseok and lowering his voice so that it was just about audible. “Minseok, Luhan is gone and so are the other two. You have to accept it and move on. You can’t keep letting your emotions get the better of you and you can’t take this out on Y/N. I know it’s hard it has been for all of us, but you need to let it go.”

So that was the other man’s name, admittedly he didn’t look like a Luhan. You assumed he was the one who died, the one that Baekhyun had been telling you about. You looked over at the picture in Minseok’s hand, he must’ve been an amazing man to have the ability to make Minseok smile like that, a smile full of genuine happiness, something that you had never witnessed from Minseok. The only thing you had seen were evil smirks and bitter smiles, one’s that made you uncomfortable and made your blood run cold.
Minseok laughed condescendingly, placing the picture slowly and carefully back on its shelf and turned to face Jongin.
“Oh really Jongin? Because last I heard from Yixing you were the one that killed him. You never really did like Luhan did you?”

“Are you being serious right now Minseok?! I don’t know what Yixing has in for me, but we all know Luhan died on that battlefield. Why would I take out one of my own brothers! He meant more to me than you’ll know.”

“Oh really?” Minseok scoffed, walking forward and banging his forehead against Jongin’s. They were staring into each other’s eyes, the pair of them breathing heavily filled with adrenaline and anger.

“Stop this! Please!” You stood in between the two of them, pushing them apart from each other, you were too tired for more conflict, and there was only so much you could take. “Everyone is a victim because everyone in this house has lost someone in one way or the other, that’s why you’re all here and…” You trailed off, remembering that Yixing had told you all of this in confidence and you probably shouldn’t have let all of that slip. The both of them looked at you confused, as to how you knew so much.

“Of course.” Jongin smiled in disbelief throwing his hands upwards. “Of course, Little Miss Princess Yixing told you everything, didn’t he?” You looked down at your feet and shuffled about uncomfortably in your spot, it would be stupid to deny it as Jongin knew for a fact that it was Yixing who told you. You cleared your throat and began to speak.

“That’s not the point. The point is I’m sure you’ve all felt heartbreak at some point. Maybe that’s why you are the way you are…” You looked at Minseok and flicked your eyes back down to your feet again, shuffling backwards closer to Jongin. Minseok was a ticking time bomb and you really didn’t want to push more than you already had done since you arrived here.

“Don’t analyse us and act like you know us, you’ve been here for two minutes yet you’re acting like our mother’s. You’ll never be my mother.” Minseok sneered at you taking a step closer in yours and Jongin’s direction.
You decided to play your wildcard, you were aware this could either go really well or terribly wrong as it was a very touchy subject but you decided to go ahead with it anyway.

“I know I’m not your mother Minseok. I’m not trying to be. But think about it, would your mum be happy about the way you treat everyone, the way you handle things. The way you treat me? I’m sure she’d be disappointed. You’re so angry all of the time and no mother wants that for their son.”
It was silent at this point, all you could hear was the heavy breathing of the three of you in the room. Then Minseok’s expression turned dark, it was as though a switch had been flicked, his eyes growing sinister and his body trembling. Before you had time to register what was going on, Minseok charged his body forward. You were flying back with him on top of you, shaking you violently, you felt like you were about to break. He was pulling your hair, ripping your clothes. It was as though he’d turned into a beast, an animal, like you’d never seen before. He was growling above you a shower of his saliva spraying over your face. You clawed at his face in attempt to get him off of you, managing to scratch under his eye, but it was though he was immune to the pain, he couldn’t feel a thing.

“Minseok Stop it!” Jongin shouted, running up behind him and dragging his body off of yours. You panted for breath where you lay. Jongin had pinned Minseok down to the ground, restraining him. Minseok’s chest was heaving up and down violently.

“Don’t you ever! Speak about my mother again! EVER!” Minseok screamed, spitting in your direction. “What gives you the right! You bastard! My parents lost their lives at the hands of Red 8 years ago! I have no family left, I’ve made it through on my own for almost a decade, what gives you the fucking right to think your advice is in anyway valid to me, how dare you!” Minseok screamed, trying to free himself from Jongin’s grip but failing. “I’ve been in this fucking house for 8 damn years! Yet no one respects me! I’m the oldest here, yet nobody does what I say. Including a fucking nobody like you, you don’t even listen to me. I’ve lost everything I’ve ever had, all I want is some fucking respect I deserve that much!” It was at that point that Minseok broke down, sobbing uncontrollably into Jongin’s chest, he looked so defeated and so tired, and it made you begin to cry too. You had never imagined that you would see the scariest man in the house in this state. “I just want someone to hear me out Jongin, why is that so hard?” he weeped into Jongin’s chest, his body shaking violently. You realised the way Minseok was acting was due to all the pent up anger kept inside.

“What the fuck is going on in here? What’s all this noise? Minseok…?” You looked up to see four familiar faces standing at the door; Kyungsoo, Chanyeol, Yixing and Sehun. Yixing and Chanyeol rushing over to you, whilst Kyungsoo and Sehun rushed over to Jongin and Minseok. You felt a warm pair of hands cradling your face, looking up you realised that they belonged to Yixing.

“He didn’t hurt you did he?” He looked down at you through worried eyes.

“No. No. I’m the one who hurt him.” You burst out crying unable to contain yourself. Yixing wrapped his arms around you rubbing your back. You looked up at Chanyeol who was frowning at the pair of you and left the room. You decided to think nothing of it and closed your eyes leaning your head into Yixing’s chest, allowing him to rock you back and forth. You and Minseok were both blubbering messes and all that the both of you needed right now was comfort.


3 Weeks had passed and your mood had improved massively, you were beginning to spend a lot of time with Baekhyun, Yixing and Jongin. Junmyeon would speak to you freely now and Kyungsoo didn’t particularly mind if you spoke to him first just as long as it was something relevant. By this time Jongin, Chanyeol and Yixing were healed and back out on missions, Jongdae was still recovering but he more or less did inside work with Baekhyun, Sehun and Chanyeol. Sometimes Baekhyun would request you come and help them out too by watching over CCTV footage, or piecing together bits of information which may have been overlooked and fixing any loopholes. Jongdae decided he’d keep quiet for now about what you had done to him in the Op room only because you helped out the night of the hotel incident, however he made it very clear that if you slipped up from here on out, he’d tell the others and have you killed. Minseok kept his distance from you and Sehun didn’t like you since you had upset Minseok and returned to Luhan’s room, but for the most part you had the rest of the boys on your side and so you were contempt. You had fallen into a routine now and knew mostly what they boys liked and disliked and things they did. Every afternoon Baekhyun would run around the whole house three times, he claimed he was still a ‘growing boy’ and needed his exercise. Kyungsoo would complete a crossword puzzle everyday. And every midnight Jongin would take a walk outside of the house. You first caught him fully clothed one night slipping out of his room, when you were on the way to the toilet.
“Where are you going?” you asked him.

“Oh. Just for a walk around the block, It kind of helps me unwind. I don’t tell the others about it though, I feel like it makes me come across less masculine not being able to tackle my problems head on like the others. Luhan was the only one who knew but he…you know.” You nodded your head and let him go, making sure you kept it a secret from the others, it wasn’t your place to tell them and embarrass him.

The guys had just successfully come back from a mission earlier that night, so you and Baekhyun decided to cook a big dinner and have a ‘family night’ in to celebrate how ‘well’ the last few weeks had gone for them. Successfully keeping dangerous men and dangerous substances at bay. You all sat down in the living room watching a comedy. Sehun had suggested a horror but you protested arguing that something light hearted would be the best.

“Where’s Minseok?” You asked at the beginning of the film, handing some bowls of popcorn down the sofa that you were sat on.

“Oh he said he had a headache he went to lie down. I reckon he just wants to be alone.” Jongdae said grabbing a hand full of popcorn from Yixing’s bowl and laughing at the disappointed pout on his face. You nodded settling down, just in time for the start of the film. Everyone was laughing and it was a foreign sound to your ears, but it was good at the same time, and although you could never truly be happy here, you just had to accept the fact that you were stuck, like the boys had and get on with life as best you could.

“I’m going to top-up anyone want a refill.” You stood up half way through the film holding your bowl of popcorn in the air.

“Yeah me!” A bowl came flying at your head from your left side. You turned around to see Baekhyun sticking his tongue out at you.  Shaking your head you picked up his bowl and headed off to the kitchen. “Hurry up Y/N, the best part is coming up!”

Filling up both bowls to the absolute top, you went over to the sink to have a glass of water before going back. You heard shuffling behind you, looking over your shoulder you saw Minseok opening the fridge and taking a bottle of something out. He was fully clothed with a coat and shoes on.

“Where are you going?” You asked finishing your glass of water and placing it into the sink. It didn’t seem as though he knew you were there as he jumped almost dropping the bottle in his hand. Straightening himself up again he cleared his throat and looked at you blankly.

“None of your business.”  

“I thought you had a headache.” You said walking over to the bowls of popcorn on the counter opposite from where he was stood.

“I didn’t know it was impossible to have a headache and go outside at the same time.” He said sarcastically. “Just because you’ve seen me emotionally at my worst it doesn’t makes us friends.” He scoffed, turning on his heel and leaving the room. Wherever he was going he didn’t want to be seen, as he snuck out quietly, and slipped away into the dark night. You wondered where he was off to.

“Hey, Y/N what’s taking you so long?” It was Jongin. You felt awkward alone with him at times, after the night you kissed you didn’t really know how to feel. You didn’t know whether you liked him or not but you knew that that could never happen even if you did. You two never really spoke about it after which actually kind of just made things more awkward than they were. But you would catch him staring at you sometimes when he thought you weren’t looking, or giving you provocative looks across the table at dinner time or in the board. It made your body shiver in a good and bad way.

“Sorry I was just getting myself a drink of water. I’m coming now.” You smiled at him, just then Yixing walked through the door, giving Jongin a funny look and smiling at you.

“Do you need any help Y/N?” he asked walking towards the bowls of popcorn on the counter.

“I’ve got it, there’s no need.” Jongin quickly grabbed the bowls, walking past Yixing knocking their shoulder’s together and disappearing into the living. You shook your head at how childish the two men were still being, walking past Yixing and towards the front room, when suddenly he grabbed your wrist pulling you back.

“Hey I told you Jongin is not to be trusted Y/N. Besides, he’s only looking for a way to get inside your knickers I’m sure of it.”

“Yixing, you two need to stop this. He’s totally fine, stop all of this worrying it’s getting childish.” You tried to snake your arm out of his grip but he had a firm hold on you.

“You seem to talk to him a lot nowadays, even more than me and Baekhyun. We were here for you first Y/N.” He pouted, he looked like a school kid and it made you roll your eyes.

“You’re overreacting honestly stop.” You tried to pull your arm away from his grip again but this time he was walking into you, making you back up against the counter.

“Who do you like more Y/N. Me or Him?” He whispered into your ear, his hot breath making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your body tingle.

“Yixing, stop…”

“Answer this correctly. Me or Jongin.” He brought his hands up to your waist and began to kiss your neck, his lips massaged slowly over the sensitive part of your skin, making your knees weak. 

“Yixing…stop this…” you breathed, but admittedly you wanted him to continue.

Pushing you against the counter a little harder to prevent you from falling, he brought his face directly in front of yours and began kissing your lips it was slow and seductive. This had a different effect on you than Jongin’s kiss. You felt more excited and you were beginning to feel light headed. You slowly lifted your arms up wrapping them around his neck, deepening the kiss. It was heated and passionate now and neither of you were showing signs of breaking away.

“What the fuck is going on?!” You heard a voice half shout. Hurriedly you ripped yourself away from the kiss, you and Yixing whipping your heads towards the door. Chanyeol was standing there with an empty bowl in his hand, you were assuming he was coming to refill it with popcorn. He was still stood in his position at the door, looking intently at the both of you. Yixing removed his hands from your waist clearing his throat.
“Chany –”

“I said what the fuck is going on?!” Chanyeol repeated this time taking a step into the kitchen and looking you up and down.

“Chanyeol, calm down, please. It was nothing.” Yixing laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

“What do you mean it’s nothing? So you’re telling me I just imagined what I saw?!”
You were beginning to get hot with embarrassment at this point. This wasn’t even supposed to happen and Chanyeol definitely wasn’t supposed to see.

“Why don’t we go and enjoy the rest of the film. I’m dying to know what happens at the end.” You walked speedily out of the kitchen, leaving the two men behind.

You watched the rest of the film in silence; you didn’t even laugh at the funny parts. You were too distracted by the situation in the kitchen. Every now and then when you glanced up you’d catch Yixing looking at you and Chanyeol looking at both of you in a disgusted way. Jongin would look up at Yixing every now and then scowling at him too. Everything was such a mess. As soon as the film ended, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom even though you didn’t need it at all but you just needed to get away from all of that tension. You walked quickly down the corridor past the bathroom towards the room that was once Luhan’s, when you felt a hand grab you back by your arm.

“We need to talk. Now.” You looked up, it was Chanyeol and he looked less than impressed. Dragging you into his room he shut the door locking the both of you in there.
“What the heck was that Y/N!?” He hissed at you, pointing his index finger in the direction of the kitchen.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you Park Chanyeol.” You huffed crossing your arms over your chest, although you were slightly panicked about the whole situation and him catching you and Yixing in the act, you didn’t feel obliged to tell him anything. You didn’t owe him anything.

“No, you’re not going to do this to me Y/N, shut me out like you have been for the past month. I’m sick and tired of being ignored by you.” He grabbed both of your shoulders shaking you lightly.
You took a hold of his arms and pushed his hands away from you.

“What do you expect Chanyeol!?” You raised your voice at him, tears involuntarily rolling down your face. “You got me into this shit! My life is a fucking tragedy because of you! You know I’ve never liked clubs why did you take me to one, why did you take me to a club where you knew fucking gangsters would be lurking about, where you knew danger was around the corner. Why would you risk my life like that Chanyeol, I’m stuck here because of you! Yes, I have been avoiding you because I don’t want to speak to you, I don’t want to see your face!” Finally you had said it, it felt somewhat good getting a month of issues off of your chest. To your surprise tears began streaming down Chanyeol’s face he was looking at you through sad eyes.

“You think I don’t know that I’m a shitty person!? You think I don’t know that I’ve failed you Y/N?! I think about it every day and I fucking hate myself for it! If me dying meant you could be free, that you could be rid of this, then God knows I’d die a thousand times over and over Y/N. I’ve failed you as a friend. You hate me and I get that, you have every right to. I tried keeping you safe and away from all of this for 4 years and then I landed you right into the middle of it. I just wanted to go out with you Y/N. Have a good time, get drunk, have fun like we used to, like the good old days! Because every day I woke up I was scared it would be the last time that I got to see you, to laugh with you, to hug you! Every day I wanted to see you one last time before I died. And I couldn’t leave this earth knowing that you’d blame yourself for not seeing me one last time before I died Y/N because that’s what you would have done.” Chanyeol was right. If he had died you would’ve blamed yourself for not seeing him more often, for not seeing him one last time before he left. You tried to steady you breathing.
“I’ve known for the last couple of months now that I was the next target. Someone I knew would be the next to be killed. That’s how Red does it, he takes out our loved ones so it weakens us eventually to the point where we can’t cope anymore and he can take us all out. I couldn’t have him take you Y/N, so I created this illusion in my head that if I kept you near me at all times you’d be safe because I could protect you from whatever was coming your way, like your own personal body guard, but Christ only knows how wrong I was. I’ve let you down,and your family down. I’m a bad person. I wake up now and I don’t even know what I’m living for, a dad that’s dead, a mum that thinks I’ve disowned her and now a best friend that won’t talk to me.” He weeped sinking to the ground in a heap and it was your automatic instinct to comfort him. Although you’d been through hell because of him this past month, you could also never erase the ten years worth of great memories that you shared. Chanyeol was your best friend and you loved him dearly.

“I’m suffering Y/N. I’ve been suffering for four years, and I’ve experienced so many bad things, but you ignoring me is by far one of the worst, please stop. I can’t take it anymore. All you seem to want is Baekhyun, Yixing and Jongin. You have no place left in your heart for me and I can’t take it anymore…”

“That’s not true Chan. It will always be us against the world.” You enveloped him in a hug cradling him backwards and forwards and you wondered how many times you’d have to go through upset and tears to even feel remotely happy in this place.

The door swung open and Sehun ran into the room, with a phone in his hand staring down at you and Chanyeol. “Oh for fuck sake there you are, we’ve been looking all over.”

“We’re kind of having a moment.” You looked up at Sehun scowling at him, still rocking Chanyeol back and forth in your arms.

“I can see that I’m not blind, but I couldn’t give a shit about your ‘moment’ right now.” Sehun made quote signs with his fingers. “We have a problem. A big one.”

“Why, what is it?”

“Someone knows who we are and where we live. We’ve been found out.”

As Usual

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Baron Corbin/Unnamed OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Business!Baron, what’s not to love? Tagging our usual suspects of @tox-moxley and @oraclegazes, as well as the head of the Baron’s Bitches Pack, @writergrrrl29 and but of course it would not be Thirst Party Saturday without our Steerforth, @hardcorewwetrash! Enjoy!

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Your Love Bizarre

OK folks, I have combined three challenges into this doozy! All prompts will be in bold; song lyrics in italics. Also a shout out to @ilostmyshoe-79 and a really late birthday fic!!

@chelsea072498‘s Prince’s Let’s Go Crazy Challenge: The song I choose was “Love Bizarre” with Sheila E and my prompt is: Seeking shelter from the storm, they made their first mistake.

@melissaj616‘s Follower and Birthday Celebration: My prompt is:  “Maybe I have a few secrets you haven’t discovered yet.” (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!)

@iwantthedean‘s SoCo Summer Writing Challenge and my prompt is:  “I will be singing only to you.”

Although not SUPER kinky, it is probably the kinkiest smut I have ever smutted. 

Word Count: just shy of 3200

Warnings: Threesome, use of a DP strap on; DP; Dom/Sub relations; Skype sex; anal sex, vaginal sex, all kinds of sex, unprotected sex, cum feeding

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (no Wincest)

A huge thank you to @helvonasche, @madamelibrarian and @when-the-day–met-the-night for the beta. 

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Originally posted by shaabanahmontana

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Hungry yet?

I stepped into our room. In my hands was a tray full of food. A bowl of strawberries, chocolate fudge, whipped cream, and two glasses with ice in them. Dan had turned all of the lights out but one, the fire screensaver on his desktop was an excellent touch. Dan himself was scrolling on his phone, lying in the center of the bed above the covers.

Completely naked.

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Raising Demons [Jungkook]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut; fluff
Words: 10324
Author: Chloe
Description: Summoning a demon had probably been a mistake on your part, but summoning a demon who couldn’t get turned on without setting the world on fire was probably the bigger mistake, if you really, really thought about it.

Author’s Note: This is my longest fic I got carried away again oh no I swear I don’t have a thing for demon aus at all oh no I was just so ready to please the people who wanted this (ahEm @taehxyung​ and @jvng-soheok)… please enjoy I have sinned for this…

Sequel to: Spellbound [Jungkook]

There were perks to dating a demon, that was for sure. You had a personal heater as long as they were around. They were amazingly strong, and agile, and ready to explore anything from the human realm, making each date interesting. Their tails could act as hangers or bag holders, and those personal souvenirs from hell were at the very least interesting, and at the very most extremely dangerous, and potentially a bringer of imminent death.

There were downsides to dating a demon — that you had to admit. These included the hell-smell that always seemed to somewhat linger, the weird recipes they seemed to love, and of course their tails, which would constantly light up on —


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Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Summary: There’s a case to be solved but is it really ghosts or just some crazy human??

Warnings: Smut (I’m sorry), blood, violence, someone dies.

Word Count: 1,136

A/N: This is for @roxy-davenport’s SPN Birthday Celebration. I hope you enjoy hun and happy belated birthday.

Originally posted by faramaiofnerdwoodforest

“Dean! Dean! Are you even listening to me?“

Dean turned to you looking annoyed. “I was listening.”

“Ok then tell me what I said.” Silence fell in the room. “Exactly you didn’t hear a word I just said.” You snapped in anger. “Look Dean, I don’t have to be here. I have a case to take care of, and spending time with you puts everything I have at risk. If people knew I was spending time with a demon, well they’d hunt me down.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey ~ can you write something about how shower sex would be with Ten ? Thanks ♡

A/N: I’m just going to answer it this way^^ [idk y but I keep thinking of this coming about as I listen to Versace on The Floor.]

We’re going to have him be a bit dominant here.

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

  • You’d be so close.
  • There’s something about the way water clings to you that draws his attention. The little droplets that slid down your warm skin tantalizingly slow, the droplets that would collect on your dark lashes as you glanced at him. It’d be almost like art.
  • His demeanor would change from horny & corny to more of a soft and sensual one.
  • Neither of you would wash, saving it for after you actually got ‘dirty’
  • He’d be so slow- but not exactly gentle. He’d want you to feel everything, taking his time to make sure everything is perfect.
  • I think he also would have a thing for dirty talking whilst in the shower, his warm breath fanning your neck as he took your from behind, the cold tile your cheek pressed to contrasting to the warm lingering of his lips upon the other cheek.
  • The way your soft hiccuped moans and gasps would echo- it’d get him every time.
  • Hot water doesn’t work as such a great lube so you two would probably end up out of the way of the showers spray, letting your slick walls provide the lube.
  • He might get fed up with the awkward positions tho, your foot slipping from the edge of the tub as your legs trembled.
  • I think he’d get impatient and leave you, sitting down in the tub, patting his thighs for you to sit.
  • He’s so tall, he’d use his feet to reach the other end of the tub for leverage as his hips snap up into your own, your frame lazily bouncing atop him, your hands using his taut chest as support.
  • It’d really be a sight.
  • After you’d both be tired, lethargically washing one another’s hair as you quietly began to talk.