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A Good Little Girl: On the Edge (Part 10)

The Winchesters. The only two people who know what you need. The only two people who can give it to you. The only two people you will ever belong to.

Prequel Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Summary of On the Edge: The boys are gone on a case, but it doesn’t stop them from having some fun.

Word Count: 2700

Warning: smut, dom/sub dynamics, polyamory, edging, masturbation, vibrators and butt plugs, Skype video sex

A/N: Enjoy a polyamorous relationship with the boys (no Wincest). Let me know what you think!

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Let Me Love You

Pairing: Y/N/Ashton

Rating: NC-17

Request: No

Words: 2.750+

Summary: Y/N and Ashton went from being best friends to friends with benefits, but when Ashton wants more and Y/N gets scared he needs to prove to her that she’s more worth it than just a simple drunk fuck

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Title: say please

Rating: M

Word count: 4,775

Warnings: porn, smut, gruvia, light spanking, fluff, porn without plot, SIN

Summary: “Juvia is being thorough. Very thorough. Juvia is going to clean every inch of Gray…”

In which Gray really likes Juvia’s butt and Juvia really likes showers and I really should go to church (•̀⌄•́)

Juvia ducked her head under the spray of her shower, feeling the hot water soak into her skin. Her sore muscles groaned in delight and she uttered a happy sigh as she slicked her hands through her hair.

A hot shower was the best after a long, tedious job.

Her eyes were closed as she relished the hot water pounding against her shoulders, the steam kissing her skin. Her troubles and thoughts melted away as she stood there, her body growing loose and relaxed. Juvia loved water; water had no form and could be gentle and easy or hard and unrelenting, just like her.

When she was in the water, her troubles just washed away. Not that she had very many when her Gray was around, but still.

She was so caught up in the euphoria of the moment that when the shower door opened and another body slid in behind her, Juvia didn’t even open her eyes. Instead, she shifted until her back met a warm, bare chest.

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Mind Reader - Dean x reader

Imagine: Dean, your crush, takes a potion to read minds in order to solve the case you’re working on. However, your thoughts are too loud and dirty for him to ignore.

Characters: Dean, Sam and reader.

Warnings: A few dirty thoughts and a bit of fluff, I’m sure you can handle it.

Word count: 2,934

A/N: Yes, I interrupted the Sam spam for this but I couldn’t help myself. I was watching TV with my brothers and I saw this guy who could read minds (on a cartoon) and thought “this one could work” and I couldn’t imagine it with anyone else but Dean. 

Requests are open! 

**The dialogs written in italics are thoughts.

None of you were sure the spell would work, but Dean took it anyways. You were hunting down a vengeful spirit, even had a few guesses on whose bones to burn, but no one in that goddamn town dared to say anything; they covered each other up. Therefore, when Sam suggested that one of them took a mind-reading spell to see if that worked, Dean didn’t thought twice.

“Feel anything?” Sam asked. Dean shook his head.

“It tastes like crap.” Dean complaint.

“Maybe because it does have crap.” You muttered and Dean almost fainted at the thought. Sam chuckled and palmed his brother’s back.

“Easy there, Dean. Don’t throw it up, maybe it ends up working.” Sam said and his brother nodded.

After a few hours of waiting, Dean was positive that the spell hadn’t worked at all. Sam and you groaned and went back to doing research, looking for something else to make the natives speak. Dean walked toward the mini bar at the hotel room and kneeled down to grab a beer, everything was fine until he heard a voice on his head.

Is it bad that I like his ass so much? I mean, just look at it, he fills his jeans perfectly.” It was your voice, “And oh my God, his eyes are so pretty, like how can someone have that colour of green… ugh… You’re wandering again (Y/N). Maybe if he wasn’t that handsome I could focus on the research, poor Sam is doing the whole work again… Fuck Dean Winchester and his fucking perfect ass and eyes and… Oh yes, fuck him, I want to…” Dean blushed fifty shades of red and snapped his head at you. “Oh fuck, he’s looking over. Act normal, (Y/N).” You looked down at you laptop and started reading the text in front of you.

Ugh, they’re doing it again.” Now it was Sam’s voice, “Their eye sex thing is killing me. Next time I’ll get my own room… I’m sick of those two, why don’t they kiss already? They’re both stubborn asses, maybe I should find a way of getting them together.” Dean stood up and drank his beer completely before speaking.

“Um… My head aches, I’m going to sleep early… Er… (Y/N), are you sharing bed with me or with Sam?” The hunter asked, barely looking into your eyes.

YOU, PLEASE, YOU OH MY GOD. I don’t know, Dean. Whatever you guys want. I don’t mind sleeping on the couch especially if you’re by my side… For God’s sake, control yourself (Y/N)!” You replied calmly, although your thoughts were beginning to become dirty.

“Actually, if you don’t mind, I’d rather have you share bed with her maybe the proximity will convince you to stop being an ass and confess your feelings for her” Sam gave Dean his best puppy eyes.

YES! YES! Good job, moose! That’s why you’re the smart one!” Dean furrowed at your thoughts.

“Hey!” He bursted offended and you and Sam gave him a curios look. “Sorry, the spell is playing with my brain… I thought I heard (Y/N) say I… I smell like… Never mind.” Dean stuttered.

If only! You smell like whiskey and leather and… Okay, calm down, breathe. Oh wow, well I was actually thinking that we could search for a truth potion… Like the one in Harry Potter?” You explained.

Liar. Oh yeah, sure… You look for that, I’m off to bed.” Dean excused himself and left. His head ached so much he fell asleep almost instantly, and didn’t wake up until two hours later when you joined him.

Oh my God, he looks so cute when he sleeps. Fuck, you woke him up! Shhh Dean, it’s me. Sorry I woke you, go back to sleep.” Dean nodded and relaxed again, unconsciously pulling an arm around you. “Yeah, I can definitely get used to this… Hell, I would kill to have this daily! Good night, Dean.”

The next morning, Dean woke up first. He was glad to be able to breath without your thoughts smashing inside his brain. He took a quick shower and, by the time he came out, you and Sam were already awake.

Hottie! Morning, Dean.” You said, brushing your hair in front of a mirror close to the bathroom door.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He replied, walking past you to leave a small kiss on your cheek.

OMG Dead, I’m so dead… He can call me sweetheart any time he wants… Although he already does that, but yeah.” You smiled at him like that was the most normal thing to do in the world and kept brushing your hair until it looked like you wanted.

Great, they’re doing it again. You might as well just have kissed her on the lips, jackass! Moring, Dean. Like, you’re so comfortable flirting with girls, why don’t you ask her out already?” Sam said with his usual morning voice.

“Hey, lil bro.” Dean cheered.

You big goofball, I can’t believe I took advice from you! That’s why I never got a decent girlfriend. You suck at girls, did you know that? You’re acting weird, are you okay? Or did you have a wet dream of (Y/N) again? It would be a lot better to do it in real life you know?” Sam inquired, frowning at his brother’s strange behaviour. Dean was smiling like an idiot.

“I’m great, Sam! Except…” Dean leaned closer to his brother, “I don’t like to be called a big goofball, I think asshole describes me better.” Dean whispered, winking his eye at his brother. Sam’s eyes opened widely.

Oh, crap.” Dean chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I thought when the spell started working.” Sam started opening his mouth to ask questions, except that Dean could read his mind and answered before Sam could even finish formulating the question. “I got it yesterday… Yes, I heard everything… No, I won’t tell you what I heard… I didn’t hear anything while you two slept, why are you so worried about that? Oh, that’s disgusting, bro.” Before Sam could ask more, you joined them.

“Hey, boys! Is everything okay? Sam looks weird, what’s up with him… Maybe Dean, oh Dean, told him a dirty joke and… dirty…” Both brothers looked at you. Dean had a dirty smirk on his lips while Sam was looking as pale as a ghost.

“The spell worked.” Sam simply said and your mind stopped thinking. Your cheeks blushed red for a split second and you had to shake your head in order to dissimulate.

“Really? Fuck!” You asked, trying to act as normal as possible.

“Really, sweetheart.” Dean replied, dragging the last word seductively. This time, the blush on your cheeks appeared redder, there was no way in hell you could cover it.

Fuck, fuck, fuck… Since when?” You asked, moving your head so that your hair fell and dissimulated your redness.

“Last night.” Dean had a very cheeky smile on his face, which only made it a hundred times worse because you knew very well what you had been thinking about.

I’m screwed, like super screwed. Oh crap; shut up, he can hear us… you… me… whatever, shut up. That’s great! We can now interrogate the locals and finish this case.” Dean chuckled and licked his lips.

“Oh for God’s sake, would you stop? It’s making me uncomfortable. Dean just buckle up and tell her…” Sam rolled his eyes and Dean snapped his head towards his brother.

“Shut up, Sam.” Dean said, “I’m going to get suited up and then we can go back to interrogate.” Dean winked at you and walked over to his duffel bag, grabbing his suit and locking himself in the bathroom. Your mind had been silent until then.

“What the actual fuck, Sam?” You whispered and Sam shrunk his shoulders.

“I don’t know… He won’t tell me what he heard and… I don’t know; just try not to think much until the effect is over.” He advised and you gave him a death glare.

“Oh yeah, sure. I’ll just turn my mind off, no big deal!” You replied sarcastically.

“Just, try to.” Sam insisted and you nodded. Dean came out of the bathroom, with his suit on and his hair fixed in place.

How ho… How excited I am for finishing this case! Really, (Y/N)? Omg shut up!” You thought and Dean laughed, he obviously heard you.

“Ready, Sam? Sweetheart?” Dean asked, again dragging the word on purpose.

“Sure!” Sam and you both said, stiffening and giving Dean a forced smile.


You were now on the car, listening to The Doors play swiftly on the radio.

Don’t you love her ways? Tell me what you say. Don’t you love her madly? Wanna be her daddy?You sang in your head, “Why doesn’t anyone love me like that? Is it because I’m weird? Maybe that’s why I’m such a perverted… If I had had a few more boyfriends in high school… Nah, Dean had a lot of hook ups and girlfriends and he’s still a dirty bastard.”

“I heard that!” Dean spoke and you let your head fall on the edge of the window, hitting your forehead.

Sam had chosen to read during the whole trip, that way his mind would be focused on images, which Dean couldn’t see, instead of thinking.

Yup, Sam is very smart… I wish I had brought a book… Ugh, stop thinking!” You groaned. Dean laugh filled the car. “What are you laughing at?” You asked Dean, leaning over to be closer to him.

“Oh nothing, just you trying to stop your loud mind to stop thinking.” Dean mocked.

“It’s not funny!” You argued in a childish tone.

“Yes it is! We can never get you to stop talking; I can’t imagine how hard it is for you to shut up your own mind.” Dean laughed again.

Do I speak a lot? Is that why nobody likes… SHUT UP FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, (Y/N)” Dean laughed again. “Stop it, Dean!” You pouted and Dean turned to look at you, his green eyes hypnotizing you for a second.

“I don’t think so… Sweetheart.” You blushed heavily and pressed you back to the seat, looking out to the window in order to let your blush fade. Dean chuckled and focused back on the road.


The interrogations were so easy for Dean, he ended up doing them alone. Sam and you just stood behind him while he and the suspect sat at the metal table to talk.

“So, Mr. Collins, where were you the night the murders took place?” Dean asked in his FBI agent voice.

“I was at home Queen’s crown pub, with Phyllis.” The last suspect was a lot dumber than the first three Dean had interrogated already.

“Right, and what did you order to drink.” Sam smirked, knowing his brother was about to close the case.

“A pint of… wait what? He discovered you, he know you and Phyllis were lovers” Dean leaned back on his chair.

“Sir, we know you and the victim were lovers, also that you too were at the Queen’s crown pub. What I don’t know is who killed Mr. Winston, any ideas?” Dean had his eyebrow lifted, you swore the suspect was about to pee himself.

“I know nothing! Phyllis did I swear! I’m innocent because Phyllis killed his husband! Please let me go!” Dean chuckled.

“Thank you for your time, sir. You’re free to go.” Dean got up and guided the man out of the room, closing the door quickly. “So, Collins and Phyllis are lovers, Phyllis kills his husband and then the dead husband comes back and kills Phyllis; afterwards, he goes to slaughter Jon, Phyllis best friend who also happens to be the one who introduced Collins to Phyllis. Then the ghost attacks Collins but he manages to escape… Now, I calculate we have like three hours before it attacks again.” Dean sounded like the cops on TV, so smart and so hot.

Fuck me. Good, we already know where the husband is, so let’s go. He is so hot while he’s suited up and acting like a real life cop… SHUT THE FUCK UP” The brothers nodded and the three of you walked towards the door, Sam walked out first and Dean kept the door open for you to cross it.

“Before I forget: thanks.” Dean winked and you furrowed your eyebrows. “I never liked being suit up but I guess I do, in fact, look hot.” You blushed instantly and walked out of the door, looking down to the floor not daring to meet those green eyes ever again.


After the easiest salt and burn on Earth, the Winchesters and you came back to the motel to spend the night before driving to the bunker the next morning.

“Um… I’m hungry, I’ll go get something to eat.” Sam said and both Dean and you nodded. “Make your move now or I swear I will tell her when I come back.” Dean pulled his middle finger out for Sam before he left.

“So, you’ve been quiet. Managed to control your mind, already?” Dean asked, walking over to your shared bed, where you were laying playing on your phone.

“Yeah, I guess I found a way of shutting me up.” You chuckled.

“That’s a shame; I really liked hearing all those dirty thoughts about me.” Dean laughed and, once again, your cheeks turned bright red. “You’re pretty when you blush, you know that?” You grabbed a pillow and covered your face with it, your mind started talking again.

Fuck, fuck, fuck did he really just say that?”

“Yes, babe, I really did.”

Babe? Fuck! Shut up, okay shut up, you can do it.”

“Please don’t.” Dean whispered, pulling the pillow away from your red face. He moved your chin forward as he scooted closer.

He’s getting close; omg is he really going to….”

“Yes.” He said and captured your lips with his.

Oh my…” Your mind stopped talking; every thought was shaken and thrown again by Dean’s lips.

You grabbed his shirt between your fists and pulled him even closer. He was literally above you, kissing you like no one else had ever kissed you before. His tongue didn’t let a single inch of your mouth unexplored, and his lips moved in perfect sync with yours. You were in heaven. Suddenly, a terrible idea invaded your mind.

Maybe he just wants a one night thing… Do you really want that? You would never feel the same around him and maybe it’ll screw up everything… Just…” Dean broke the kiss and stared into your just opened eyes.

“Don’t think that, (Y/N). Don’t ever think that, ever again.” His voice sounded somehow sad.

“Dean, I…” You started but he interrupted.

“I’ve had feelings for you from the second I laid eyes on you. Sam has been ranting about how much of an ass I am for not telling you and he even left us alone for me to make a move. You’re not a one night thing, you’re not even a two month thing… I want everything with you.” You shivered at his confession. His eyes were watery and he looked so vulnerable.

“Dean…” You whispered and pulled him closer to kiss him again. This time, the kiss was sweeter, more romantic and it lasted hours. You would only break it to get air and then immediately get back at it.

I will definitely get my own room next time. Although, I’m glad the old man finally got her.” Dean broke the kiss and snapped his head to the door where Sam was standing awkwardly.

“Who are you calling old man, bitch?” Dean asked, acting like he was offended.

“You, jerk.” Sam chuckled and the three of you laughed.

Dean helped you up from bed and led you to the table, where Sam had placed the food he had bought in. You all sat down and had dinner before going to bed. It was the best night ever; you could finally cuddle Dean without worrying if you were being too obvious and the fact that you could now kiss him anytime just took a big frustration of your shoulders.


The next morning, you were packing up our stuff. Dean and you sharing glances from across the room; you were thinking loudly on purpose, trying to tease Dean.

You know, when I pushed you to confess your feelings to her, I was thinking this whole eye fucking thing would stop, but now it’s worse.” Sam complained loudly.

“Shut up, Sam. I’m trying to listen to my girl.” Dean punched his brother’s shoulder and looked back at you. A smile formed on your lips at the sound of him calling you his girl.

You know, when we get to the bunker we should do that thing where…” You started, but suddenly Dean stopped listening. It took him five seconds to notice that the effect of the spell had passed.

“No! No! God, no!” He shouted and you immediately changed your flirty smirk to an embarrassed one, thinking that the thing you suggested was way past Dean’s limits. “I can’t hear you anymore!” Dean pouted and you relaxed. Sam laughed loudly and his brother gave him a death glare.

“Poor thing.” You mocked, “You’ll have to guess what I’m thinking from now on.” You winked and grabbed your bag, walking out of the room sassily.

“Good luck with that, man.” Sam chuckled and he too left the room.

“Soon a bitch…” Dean mouthed.

What a fun ride that was going to be.

when I go onto my favorite writers page, all i see are these god-forsaken asks…

“When will you update???”

“When will you post part ___???”

“Please make the next part longer!”

“You make us wait so long lol”

Everyone just needs to STOP

These writers take time out for their personal lives to write you guys these fanfictions because they enjoy it not because they think they have to put something up.

But then, it eventually becomes that way.

They start thinking, ‘If i dont update, theyll get mad’ ‘If I dont post this by tonight, people will unfollow’ ‘No, i cant sleep until this is finished because they wanted a long part”

People like this make them grow to hate the thing that made them happy in the first place

They loved to write, before they ever posted on here, you know that, right? 

But they sacrifice their mental and physical help to please their followers, and when people say stuff like that, it makes them dread writing.

I had a friend, wonderful writer; great girl, who got huge popular on Wattpad, because she loved this one show and decided to write a fanfic on it.

Eventually, she started to get writers block. She couldn’t write anything, but she would always get very nervous when people started to get angry with her, asking when shed update, and all that. She started to get messages telling her that she MUST update, no questions asked.

Until she finally told me, with a sad look on her face, “I dont want to write anymore.”

So for all of you claiming to “love” these authors,

Leave them be. Let them update when they want to. Theyre health matters more than you wanting your fiction-fix.

Hello, baby. Part 13

Originally posted by perfectfeelings


I kiss him and thenI let out a sigh, “Well, my mom was beautiful from what I remember. She had long brown hair and bright green eyes. I remember her voice being so soft and gentle. As for my dad, well he wasn’t much of anything.” I look at him and he still has his eyes on me.
“He was a drunk and in some deep trouble with drugs. He would make me go on runs with him because he figured people wouldn’t shoot at a little girl. When I was 11 I, I actually killed someone to protect him, I still don’t know why. He was never happy, no matter what. He was really violent. I remember my mom never tried to stick up for herself, she would just take it so I wouldn’t have to, but she killed herself when I was 8. I started to become her, i took her place.” He squeezes my hand letting me know he’s still there.
“I realized why my mom always had a full face of makeup around me, it was to cover the bruises. I had to start doing the same. I was heading down the same path as my mom. So, I moved out when I was 17. I didn’t want to end up like her, or like him. He died a couple years ago and it felt like I could breath again.” I let out a deep breath.
I haven’t had to recall those memories for a long time. They still feel like fresh wounds. He leans down and kisses my forehead.
I give him a forced smile.
A few silent moments fall between us.
He lets out a sigh to break it, “I don’t remember much of mine. I don’t remember a mom or dad, or where I grew up. The last date I remember is, well I don’t really remember it, I just sort of have pictures that flash through my head. It was when I was a teenager I think, I was standing there, smiling. That’s it. Nothing else was happening in the picture.” He has his head resting back on the couch.
“I started getting into the crime world and I was good at it, so good at it darling. Still am.” He smiles at me.
“Things went wrong when the Bat showed up. The first time we met he thought he killed me, but he just turned me into a better version of myself. See, my skin wasn’t always this white and my hair wasn’t always green.” He laughs and I give him a smile.
“Falling into a chemical bath, well that might change your looks a little bit.” I look at his skin and his face and can’t imagine him looking and different.
“I came back and I was better than ever baby. I showed up and created the mayhem I desired. You know how strong my desires can be darling.” He runs his finger down my bottom lip.
“I did get caught once more, an asylum this time. A chemical bath and electric shock therapy, that does things to ya baby, and that’s how I became what I am today doll.”
He’s looking straight in my eyes. “Does that scare you?”
“Not in a million years.” I pull him down to kiss me.

I can feel him smile as we kiss and is cause me to laugh a little bit. 

 “What time is it?” I mumble as our lips are still attached. 

He pulls away and his bright eyes are staring deep into mine “It’s morning.” He kisses me again.
I look up at a window and see the sunrise, “Well Mr. J.” I stand up and stretch, “That was a lovely first date, but I must get home.”
I laugh and take one step, he pulls me by the waist and I land on his lap, I start laughing. 

“I’m pretty sure you needed to be punished for God knows what you did earlier,” he bites the back of my neck. 

Originally posted by danielteleki

I get up and his hands fall to his side, I face towards him and straddle him on the couch, he growls. “Now, Mr. J, you can’t punish me for something you don’t know if I did or not.” I kiss him slowly, “but I’ll let you get away with it, just this one time.” I lean close to his ear and give it a soft bite, he grips my ass and groans. 
He picks me up and tosses me on the couch, he rips off my clothes “I think I have waited long enough for dessert.”

“J! People are going to be waking up and coming in here! Can we at least go to…”

His mouth covers mine, “Darling, if you keep talking I really will punish you.” He finishes undressing me.

I start laughing because i’m nervous that someone will see us, but I know he doesn’t care. ‘I’m sure they will hear and just not come out here, right?’

He flips me over and has me bent over the back of the couch and my knees are on the cushions, I am still laughing because I can’t believe this is happening. 
J spanks me, hard. I let out a small scream.
“What the hell J! That was really hard!” I laugh towards the end of my sentence. 

“You must of forgot doll.” He grabs my hair and pulls it, by back arches and my ass sticks out toward him more, “I get to punish you, remember? You were the one that asked for this baby.” He pulls harder and a moan escapes my mouth. 
“Thats right.” His voice is low I can barley hear him.

I feel his dick between my legs, as if I wasn’t already wet. He pushes himself against me and I wiggle myself back, he slaps my ass again, harder.
“Fuck!” I say under my breath and bring myself back to the position he wants me in. 
“You do as I say. Ok baby?”

“Yes, daddy.” I reply and don’t say another word.

“Now, play with yourself.” He commands

I do as i’m told, he is still pulling my hair and it gets me even more turned on. I moan his name as rub my clit. I hear him growl from behind me.

He releases my hair and my head falls forward, he positions himself and slowly slides himself in me, I can hear him groan and it forces me to let out a moan myself. He picks up his pace and one hand is pulling my hair back while the other is holding my hips in place as his thrusts get harder. 
My moans and screams and loud and I cant stop them, I can feel the orgasm approach.
He pulls out.
I let out a loud scream and wait a second. 
“The fuck J!” He still has my hair in his hand so I cant turn to look at him.

“This is your fault darling.” He rams himself back in me and I scream his name.

Im getting close again and my knuckles are white from gripping the couch, he spanks me again and it only brings me closer this time.
He pulls out again.
“FUCK YOU!” I scream out, my breathing rigid.

“Oh my, the princess has a filthy mouth when she doesn’t get what she wants.”
He goes back to fucking me again, he goes slow. The sensation causes my legs to shake. He lets go of my hair and has both hands on my hips, holding them up. He keeps the pace steady.

“Darling you are fucking fantastic, do you know that?” his voice is low, almost a whisper. 
His words send a chill down my spine.
His pace picks up and my back arches again, I cant take this much longer.
I am biting my lip scared to make a noise, the fear that he might not let me cum again.

He is grunting and moaning himself, i know he’s close. I meet his rhythm.
I scream out “Daddy!” and we only last seconds after. 

I fall onto the couch, my body feels extremely weak. He leans over and kisses me.

“Don’t fuck with me again, princess. It will only get worse and trust me, I don’t mind.” He smiles at me. I can’t even answer, i just nod my head and close my eyes.

He puts his pants back on and wraps a blanket around me, “You might want to get upstairs darling.” 
I forgot other people were here, but my legs are weak.

“J, I honestly can not move.” I laugh and he joins.
He picks me up and carries me up the stairs, he places me in my side of the bed and covers me with the silk sheets. 
I fall asleep quick.


I wake up, my body still wants sleep but my stomach is screaming for food. The sun is shining bright through the windows.
I throw on a shirt and some shorts and head downstairs. 
I open the bedroom door and I can hear J yelling in his office, I decide to avoid whatever situation is going on in there. 
Jackie has the house smelling delicious.
French toast today, I make myself a plate and sit at the table alone. 
J’s screams are muffled from the door but I don’t hear anyone else. Then again, who would actually raise their voice at him other than me. I smile at myself.
I eat the entire plate, I wash the dishes and then go sit on the couch and turn the T.V on.
 
Gunshots, like a machine gun. My first instinct is to run to J.
I run upstairs and I hunch down by the door, waiting to hear anything. I don’t know who is in there, my heart is pounding, I swear they could hear it on the other side of the door. 

The door slams open, I fall backwards on my back.

“What are you doing Kat?!” Its Lucas, he looks mad.

“I heard all, i heard the gunshots, I just wanted to make sure everyone was ok?” My voice is shaky. 

“Do you know how mad he will be if he sees you this close to all this? Go! Now! Run to the bedroom!” Hes whispering but I feel the urgency in his voice.

I stumble getting up but I run to the bedroom and close the door lightly. I stand there catching my breath. I get myself together and open the door.

“Good morning! Whats with all the noise?” I smile as I walk out of our room.

J just walked out of his office, “Just some business that needed to be taken care of darling. Nothing to worry about.” He gives me a smile and I cant help but smile back. “I have a surprise for you tonight, we will be leaving shortly doll. Nothing too fancy.” He winks at me. 

“A surprise?” I squeal.

“Yes darling, go get ready while daddy cleans this up.” He gives me that smile again, my knees feel weak. ‘Will I ever get used to that? To him?’

I go back to the bedroom, I throw off my clothes and raid through the closet. I pick out a black t-shirt and some jean shorts that I know will drive J mad. I pull out some purple ankle books that have a good size heel to them. They make my legs look long and that confident feeling comes flooding over me. 

J walks into the bedroom, he looks irritated, i ignore it.
He goes to the closet and changes into a white shirt and more low jeans.
‘Do you even know what those low jeans do to me J?’ I smile at him and at my thoughts.

“You ready doll? We have a detour to make.” He is at the bedroom door, holding it open. 

I walk over to him, “You look nice too baby.” and walk right by him, down the stairs and straight out the front door. 

He meets me outside, and wraps his hands around my waist, “You have my full attention darling.” He kisses behind my ear.
He’s forgiven.

He opens the car door for me and we get in the back, Jay and Lucas are with us as well as a car full of guards behind us.

“Whats the detour?” I ask looking at the car behind us.

“Work baby, don’t worry about it. I’ll be in and out.” he winks at me and i give him a small laugh.

The drive took about 20 minutes. We come to a stop and its in front of  a building that is well lit. There are huge windows all around it. it looks like it used to be an storage unit of some kind. Im sure its still a storage but for very different things now.


J open the car door and gets out and I scoot towards the door, “Oh no, no, no. You are going to stay here doll. I am going to have 2 guards on either side of you, ok?”

“I, I have to wait here? While you go in there?” I give him the puppy dog eyes, they don’t work.

“It’s not going to work. I’ll be back quick. Ok? Vic and Sam will be outside the car till I get back.”

“Come back to me J.” I pull at him to kiss me, he does.

“Every time doll.” He smiles and walks away.

Sam and Vic are very huge men, I feel pretty safe. 
Vic is on the left side of the car, his body tilted toward the building with a gun drawn. Sam is on the right side, he is facing the street and he has his gun drawn with a light on it. 
We sit, and we wait.

It doesn’t take long before my ears are ringing from the sound of a gunshot.
I can’t move.

Originally posted by weaponslover


Another shot, blood is all over the left side of the car, Vic slides down the car.
I can’t move, I can’t scream.
Sam opens the door and pulls me down so I am laying on the seat. He stands back up and starts firing at one of the windows, i hear a man fall and hit the cement below him.

“Miss, you need to stay awake. Do you know where you are?” His hand is on my face and he is making eye contact with me but I can’t say anything.
He reaches for his phone and hits one button, “She’s hit. Vics down.” 

Seconds pass and J is next to me, he puts my head on his lap, “Hospital fucking now!” He yells at Jay and Lucas.
“Fuck!” he keeps screaming over and over. His voice sounds painful.

I reach my hand down under my shirt to my lower stomach and lift it up to my face, its covered in blood.
I still can’t feel anything. I grab onto Js arm as tight as I can, I can’t concentrate on what has happened. My mind hasn’t wrapped myself around it.

He lets out a painful grunt when he sees my hand covered in blood, “Im fucking sorry Kat. I fucked up. Im, I can’t.” 

I cant even enjoy the fact that he said sorry just now. 
J pushes the car door open before we even come to a complete stop at the hospital. He tries to be as gentle but as quick as he can getting me out of the car.
He carries me inside and there are 4 of his men behind him.

“I need the fucking doctor!” He screams when we walk in. 
Everyone stands in fear of The Joker.
Lucas let off 3 shots, “The doctor. Now!” 

Nurses scramble, and a doctor comes forward. He is sweaty and you can smell the nervous feeling on him.
“Ye-Yes Joker?” He stands a few feet away.

“Fix her, save her.” J walks up to the doctor. “She’s shot, lower abdomen. If she dies, so do you.”

Fo-follow me.” He walks J and his men back to an emergency room. “Set her down here.” 

J lays me down, my eyes are heavy, its hard to breath, and i am freezing.
“Im right here baby girl, everything is going to be fine.” 

I try to smile at him. I don’t even know if my face actually moved.

The doctor cuts off my shirt, “I-I uh need to get to that side of her Sir.”
J was knelt down my the wound, he snarls at the doctor but moves to the other side, he grabs my hand, I have no energy to grab his back.

“I need 2 nurses, their names are Hannah and Gloria, I need extra hands.” The doctor looks at J.

“Go get them Lucas.” J doesn’t stop looking at my face. 

Lucas comes back and both girls are crying, they look at the doctor for instruction.
“Shes lost a lot of blood, I need a transfusion now!” They don’t move out of fear, “He will kill us if we don’t save her, move!” the doctor yells at the 2 girls.
“They need that arm Sir. I have an IV in this one,” The doctor doesn’t look at J, he is busy addressing the gunshot wound.

J stutters to move but he does. The girls rush in and get to work.

Tears roll down the side of my face into my hair line, I can’t feel anything put a lot of pressure. I’m just scared. Really scared. 

One of the girls brushes my hair back, “Its ok, everything will be ok. You won’t feel anything other than the pressure you are feeling already, ok? We gave you pain medication through the IV.” she points to my other arm but I cant turn my head.
“I promise you, you will be ok.” Her smile is soft and warm, i believe her.

J has his eyes locked on me. I can feel the pain radiating off him. 
The medication has swept through my body. 
I close my eyes.

“Don’t, don’t sleep, Kat wak..” He is yelling.

“She is fine Sir. Its just the pain medication, she needs to sleep.” She puts her hand up to J and I know he wanted to kill her right then and there.
She turns round and goes back to helping the doctor.

“It went straight through, that’s a good thing. Its cleaned and everything is fine internally. Stitch her up.” The doctor tells the girls. 

He takes his gloves off and turns to J. “She is going to need a lot of rest, she is going to have a hard time getting up and she will need a lot of help for a while. In about 2 days she will need to start walking so her muscles don’t get tight around the wound. It needs to be cleaned morning and night everyday till we get the stitches out. It is going to hurt, she is going to be in pain. She will live though. You can cut the stitches out in 3 weeks or bring her back here.” The doctor walks past J and out the double doors.

One nurse smiles out of fear and leaves, while the other sits next to me. 

“She’s ok Sir. She’s tough.” She gets up and walk out after adjusting the IV one last time.

“I know.” He says under his breath.
He comes to my side and kisses my forehead.
He doesn’t say anything. He puts his head down on the table next to my arm and lets out a long sigh.
He looks over at the stitched up hole, “Kat, I’m not safe for you. I’m no good for you.” he grabs my hand again, i still can’t return the pressure. “Lets get her home.”

He has Lucas and Jay grab the IV’s has he carries me out.
Not a word is spoken on the ride home.

J takes me upstairs and changes my clothes, he throws everything I was wearing in the trash.
Lucas sets up the IV’s in the bedroom and J lays me down and covers me with the sheets.
Lucas closes the door behind him.

J gets in bed next to me, he pulls me close, “Im so sorry Kat.” 

Originally posted by painfulblisss



I wake up in the morning, I can barley breath from the pain. I try to sit up and fall back gasping for air. I look around for J, he’s not there.

Wake Up

Summary: When Bucky wakes up from a nightmare, you tell him the reasons why you adore him…then he proves to you that your reasoning was right.

Bucky x reader. ANGST/COMFORT, FLUFF, SMUT. Word count: 2,560

TW: nightmares/night terrors, oral sex, unprotected sex (control the population-wrap it before you tap it), language.

A/N: I’m still sort of just getting into writing smut, so parts of this may be a little rough (no sexy pun intended). Feedback is always appreciated! I hope you enjoy this sinful little fic!!


Originally posted by dailyteamcap

You woke up to the feeling of your bed shaking. In your half-asleep haze, your brain’s first thought was that an earthquake was shaking the tower, but then you heard him screaming.

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I’ve actually seen that yesterday (AnotherMan Magazine), he’s heading down the right lane - he’s got a movie coming out, he’s doing his thing.
—  Niall talking about Harry
workout [oneshot]

Characters: Chanyeol

smut

Chanyeol and I had planned to go out today, but I still stood in front of my wardrobe and couldn’t decide what to wear. The whole bed and floor were already covered with clothes, but nothing seemed to look acceptable on me.


“Just take this one!” He said and pointed at a dress on top of the pile on my bed.

“Noooo, it’s too uncomfortable. And my legs look fat.”

“Then this one.”

“Noooo, then I have to suck in my belly all evening.” I said and sadly looked into the mirror, judging myself hard.

Chanyeol hugged me from behind, burying his face in my hair. 

“You will look good whatever you wear.”

“No, i won’t. I will look fat.”

“But you can’t go out naked, can you…”

“Can’t we just stay at home?” I said and pouted, trying really hard to look cute to get what I wanted.

“Just on the condition that I get to decide what we are doing!” He said and laughed.

I turned around, laid my hands around his neck and came closer, playing with his hair.
“Whatever you have on your mind.”

“Nope not that. You need to earn it first!”

“Aaah waeee?” I whined and stuck my bottom lip out, although I already knew I couldn’t convince him right now.

He took my wrist and dragged me to the living room. Then he moved the sofa and the little table to the side, creating a lot of space.

“Okay, I’m a little bit scared. Don’t tell me you found something strange on the internet.”

“Nope. We will do a proper workout now!”
He grinned and turned on Growl on his phone.
I just moaned and let myself fall on the sofa.

“I don’t wanna! Oppaaa, I tried that before, it’s too hard.”

“Come on, fighting! I don’t want to stay in the flat forever just because you don’t fit into your own clothes.” He said with a cheeky smile.
I stared him dead into the eyes.

“Come on. If I was able to learn it, you can do it as well.”
“Fine.”
I  reluctantly got up.


He started teaching me the first few moves and I still remembered some of them, but as soon as he wanted me to dance to the music I forgot everything and just stumbled over my own feet. He laughed and showed me again how to do it.
“No no, you need to bend your knees.”

“It’s too haaaaard. My legs hurt. Can’t we do something different?” I said and put my arms around his waist. I kissed him very softly, slowly pulling him closer. First he went along, but then he figured out what I was doing and gently pushed me away.

“I know what you are trying to do! Come on, just the first part. It’s not that hard.”
He placed himself behind me and held my hands. In slow motion he moved my arms and told me where to go, but since he was so close and smelled so good it was a hopeless case for me to concentrate.
After a few more desperate attempts, I just laid down on the floor and crossed my arms, refusing to get up.
Chanyeol pulled my arm, trying to persuade me, but I didn’t react.


“No, I’m giving in, I can’t do it.” Finally he just laid down next to me and we both stared at the ceiling.

“Fair enough. I like your little belly anyways.” He chuckled and pinched my stomach. 

In a swift motion he swung himself onto my legs and started to tickle me. I laughed histerically and tried to stop him, but he pinned my arms down above my head. We looked into each others eyes for a moment, still panting, before he started to kiss me, lightly and gentle at first, but going deeper very quickly. He released my arms and let his hand move down to my thigh. 

“Does somebody want a different workout now?” I chuckled as he started to kiss my neck.

“I guess that’s the only way to make you exercise.” He said and took off my shirt, leaving a trail of kisses on my body.

I already felt the heat in between my legs and quickly wrapped them around Chanyeol’s waist, signalising him to move to a more comfortable place.

He stood up and carried me to the bed, gently laying me down and instantly kissing me again.

I bit his bottom lip, then pushed my tongue into his mouth, showing him exactly how needy I was, knowing that he wasn’t unimpressed by our actions either with his length pressing against me under his jeans.

Not wasting any more time, my hands wandered under the fabric of his shirt, gliding up to his chest and then pulling it over his head.

We helped each other out of our jeans.

His hungry stare at my exposed body sent pulses down to my core, even more when he started kissing down in between my breasts, then my belly button and finally where I wanted him.

My heart beat increased when he started doing what he was so good at. Soft moans escaped my mouth, making him look up to see the expression one my face that was just for him.

My back arched and I grabbed his soft, messy hair when he added his fingers, curling them inside me against my walls.

A disappointed whimper left my lips, when he stopped and pulled away.

„Not yet, baby.“

The bulge in his boxers pressed hard against the fabric and he already groaned when I pulled it down his legs.

I swung myself onto him, immediately feeling the desire burn even more inside me as his hard lenght pressed against me.

Our kisses got hungrier, lips crashing, tongues twirling.

I started grinding my hips against him, painfully slow, restraining myself, while simultaneously wandering over his chest with my fingertips, hardly even touching him.

„Jagi..“ He panted. „Stop teasing.“

His grip on my hips tightened, as I lifted myself up and guided his dick into me, slowly taking him in and filling me up.

I started riding him, but he couldn’t resist anymore and turned us around, then thrusted into me in his own pace, hard and fast.

My hips kept bucking up, reacting to the strong sensation as I whimpered underneath him, building up really quickly.

„Chanyeol…“

„I know, babe. Come for me.“

My heart raced when I spilled over the edge, tightened around him, squeezing my legs together around his body.

He groaned and came inside me before letting himself fall down, giving me a lazy kiss and grabbing my hand.

He sleepily blinked a few times and started grinning.

„What?“

„I knew I could make you work out.”


Since admin l kept blessing you with smuts, I thought I would try my best to do that as well. Part 2 of ‘Crushed’ will take a bit longer. It’s all in my head, but I can’t put it into words, so frustrating.

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Harry getting home from the shoot and telling you that he managed to bring a necklace home for you for it. He has you stand in front of your mirror and tells you to close your eyes-- "it's a surprise." And boy oh boy are you surprised when you feel the leather wrap around your neck, his fingers skillfully doing up the buckle. And you're even more surprised when you open your eyes to see a collar on your neck and Harry's dick rapidly growing in his pants.

“Knew you would look good but fuck…. This is even better than I imagined…” His eyes wild and you can see he’s breathing heavily as he pulls your shoulders to the mirror so you can see. You watch him place a sweet kiss on your shoulder as you look in the mirror, your fingers touching the leather, running over the smooth metal hoop at the front. “Want you to be my slave” he says on your skin darkly, “want to fuck you until you see stars” his hands are on your waist and you can feel yourself start to breathe heavily, too. He looks up from your shoulder to look straight at you in the mirror, his hand roaming down your stomach, dipping into your sweats and fiddling with your panties until he’s successfully in them, too, rubbing circles on your clit, “want you to scream my name… All night” he bites your ear, “wha’ D’ ya say, hmmm?” And you’re not speaking because he’s already got such a firm grip on you just using his words, but you’re nodding, furiously. He smirks and pulls out a rope from what looks like he was hiding in the back of his jeans, “let’s get you tied up. C'mon” he pulls your hand over to the bed and turns you around, pulling your wrists together. A smile dances on your lips as he starts to tie…. You love being his. His slave.

I Promise

Warning: Alcohol Use, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Symptoms of PTSD , Mentions of Abuse

Summary: Bucky makes a promise

Author’s Note: Thank you for the love on my last fanfiction, so here’s another. Hope you enjoy! 

I woke up suddenly from the sound of shuffling and loud shrieking. I turned to the side seeing my poor boyfriend Bucky, tossing and turning, having another one of his ‘episodes’, for the fifth time this week. 

“Bucky.. Babe.. Wake up.. It’s okay. I’m here.” I cooed to him, wrapping my small arms around his brooding frame. 

His bloodshot eyes shot open, gripping me harshly by my forearms, something dark coated over his no longer blue but now silver eyes, giving me the sense that he was going to lash out and hit me like that last time. I heard his breath hitch and his grip loosened, his gaze dropping to the side of me. 

“Buck-” I was interrupted by Bucky abruptly standing up, storming out of the room.  

Ever since Bucky came home from that last mission with Hydra, the waking up in the middle of the night, the nightmares, verbal and physical abuse has been non-stop. I know that he didn’t mean to but I can that we both were on the verge of breaking. I couldn’t bare watching him wake up in a pool of his own sweat and tears every night after having those nightmares about , god knows what. There would be times when I heard him whisper unpronounceable Russian words in his sleep. I did everything possible in my being to help better him. During movie nights and dinner, he would leave his untouched plate and give some sorry ass excuse on how he was so tired or that he wasn’t hungry. I decided to let him be alone, I knew during times like this , he liked to be isolated…

I woke up for the second this night, this time to complete silence. I turned to the side, seeing nothing but ruffled sheets and a half folded pillow. Was he still downstairs? I sat up from the bed, slipping on one of Bucky’s white t-shirts. I walked out into the hallway, seeing the glow from the dim living room light cascading over the staircase. I quietly tiptoed down the stairs, but still silence. “Bucky?” I walked towards the couch, rubbing my tired eyes.

I was soon startled when Bucky popped his head over the head of the couch, a vodka bottle in hand.

“Hey baby..” He spoke, his words slurred.

He stumbled to his feet , wrapping heavy arms around my waist, sloppily placing a kiss on my lips. His breath reeked of heavy alcohol and his cheeks were flushed. He knew I always hated when he was like this. He was well aware of that when he came home that night piss drunk after a night with Steve and the rest of the guys. I sighed, shrugging him off of me, folding my arms over my chest. Bucky gave me a childish pout before pulling at the hem of his shirt that I was wearing. His cold silver fingers brushing against my stomach.

“No, Bucky. You’re drunk.” I shoved his hand away, Bucky attempting to lift my shirt up again. He grabbed me by my face hard, his fingertips digging into my cheeks causing me to flinch. I felt him pull away, shaking his head, his metal fingers going up to run through his disheveled hair. Tears started to run down the apples of my cheeks.

I was breaking piece by piece just like he was.

“I’m sorry-”

“I can’t do this anymore..”

I didn’t give him a chance to speak before I darted upstairs, slamming the bedroom door behind me. I buried my face into the satin pillowcases, black blotches from yesterday’s mascara staining them. I heard the door slowly creak open, my eyes immediately shutting. I attempted to pretend as if I was asleep as I felt the right side of the bed shift next to me, false soft snores escaping my mouth. There was a awkward moment of silence before I felt Bucky’s bare arms wrap around me and chest press against my back. Swollen lips brushed over the small of the crook between my neck and shoulder, hot breath coated in strong peach flavored vodka stinging the small hairs in my nostrils. He pulled the matching satin sheets over us as the A/C hummed through the large bedroom. 

“I’m so sorry.. You know I never meant to hurt you. I’ll fix this..я обещаю, моя любовь.

I promise, my love. 

Was all I heard before I fell into a deep slumber of my drunken lover’s arms. 

I woke up for the third time, not to yelling nor to lonely silence, but to the sweet scent of blueberry pancakes and freshly brewed coffee. Before I had the chance to entirely sit up, I was soon greeted by brown bedhead and the culprit of the delightful aroma. I pushed up on my palms, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as a sober Bucky placed the tray over my lap.

“I felt really bad about last night..I hope this will make you forgive me at least a little bit..” Bucky blushed, scratching the back of his head.

I clenched my jaw, not wanting to think about the rending events from last night. I dug my fork into the fluffiness of the pancake, the warm maple syrup sliding pass my bottom lip onto my chin as I placed the pancake chunk into my mouth.

“You got a little something..”

I lifted my hand to my face before Bucky brushed it away, rubbing the soft pad of his flesh thumb over my bottom lip, catching the bead of syrup soon taking his sticky thumb to the tip of his tongue. I watched as his plump, pink lips puckered around the thick digit, sucking it clean, leaving my mouth agape.

I quickly focused my eyes back onto my barely eaten breakfast, ignoring the handsome brute in front of me. I didn’t think fucking him senseless was the right thing to do after an heated argument. But boy, was he a tease.

My mouth was completely stuffed with blueberry pancake when Bucky’s metal hand casually slipped underneath the thin, oversized t-shirt I was wearing. I glared at him, swallowing hard.

“Bucky..” I warned.

“I wanna make it up to you..”

Bucky picked up the breakfast tray, placing it on the nightstand beside us, advancing more in between my legs , his cold fingers caressing the supple skin of my inner thigh, my breath hitched as I felt the bitter cold of the steel cling to the delicate material of my panties. My bottom lip sucked between my teeth feeling the metal connect with satin encased clit. I threw my head back slightly as Bucky cupped the back of my legs tugging me towards the edge of the bed, his knees thumping to the floor.

“You smell so good..” He purred, his thumb hooking onto the waistband, yanking down my panties.

I let out a soft moan when I felt the cold air hit my hot heat, sending chills throughout my body, I bit my lip harder as Bucky’s lips instantly made contact with the quivering bud between my folds.

“Oh Bucky..” I whimpered taking a fistful of his brown locks, the hair curling around my fingertips.

He lapped up my juices burying his face more into my pussy, causing my stomach to clench and my toes to curl. I was soon greeted by bedroom eyes, my release nearing. My eyes rolled back due to the pleasure of complete warmth and wetness from his skillful mouth.

“You gonna cum for me, doll? Huh? You gonna cum?”

The edge in his voice caused my body to spiral out of control, my climax finally rising to the surface, my fist yanked at his scalp, pulling some long strands out of the follicles causing him to wince a little.

“Sorry.“ I murmured, coming down from my release.

He chuckled heartily, licking up my leftover nectar around his mouth. I pulled him towards me by his face with my legs wrapped securely around his waist , tasting the tartness of myself on his tongue. His stubble scratched against my jaw as he sucked crimson red bruises onto the trail of my neck. My fingers latched onto the waistband of his low rise sweatpants, pushing the cotton pass his muscular calfs. I smiled as his member sprung free, my thumb brushing away the pearl tinted bead on the slit of his swollen tip. My palm wrapped around him earning a soft grunt from Bucky as I guided him inside my welcoming entrance. He wasted no time to push deeper inside me, speeding up the pace momentarily. My fingernails clawed at his broad back leaving bright red marks that would be sure too noticeable in the morning. My mouth formed into a small ‘o’ as he pulled out almost entirely then buried himself back inside me.

“James.. Fuck me..Harder.”

I watch Bucky’s eyes widen and dilate as his real name rolled off my tongue as if it was a small verse from his favorite song. His eyes stayed glued to mine as he made deep slow thrusts earning soft mewls from me.

“I want you to cum with me, beautiful.” Bucky whispered against my neck , nipping at the freshly bruised skin.

I nodded my head vigorously , my eyes closing shut, the familiar feeling surfacing to the pit of my stomach.

“No, no.. Look at me. Look at me.” Bucky growled, wrapping his steel fingers around my throat, my breath hitching slightly.

My eyes opened, tugging at his wrist as his hand was clenched tightly around my neck, and the slight pain caused me to contract around him. Bucky groaned out as both our orgasms hit, sending shockwaves through our jointed bodies. Bucky rode his orgasm out, and I engulfed him close to my body, letting him collapse on to the side of me. He wrapped his sweaty biceps around my torso, almost covering my body whole. His legs also intertwining with mine as we both attempted to control our breathing. My face pressed up against his chest and my hair slicked to the coating of sweat.

“I’ll never you hurt you again, я обещаю, моя любовь.“

I smiled at his genuine words , curling up closer to his restful body, nuzzling into his chest, tracing the deep scars that led to his metal arm.

“I forgive you. I love you, James.”

“I love you more, мой ангелочек.

My Little Angel

The Coffee Shop Incident [Tom Holland smut]

Request: “ ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) daddy kink tom holland” -  @shirokirito-sao

Words: 1.7+k

Rating: M

Trigger warings: Smut

Summary: Tom gets jealous and you take advantage of the poor boi’s kink.

A/N: This came from a chat we had on the sin chat with the x-fam so I hope you like this sin.


Tom have been acting up throughout the whole day.  Ever since you left starbucks this morning he hadn’t let go of you, with his possessive grip on your hand or an arm around your waist. He had been grumpy all day.

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#25 “Are you drunk?”
#72 “Take it off.”

With a giggle you nibble on the skin on Negan’s neck, hearing him growl quietly.
“Fuck. Are you drunk?” He asks rough as your face appears in front of his, your hips circle against the bulge in his pants.
“Maybe a little.”
You go on your knees and push up his shirt to play with the hair there.
“Take it off.” Impatient you try to open the knob on his pant until he has mercy and helps you.
Negan sits down on your bed, enjoying your little doing. Another growl leaves his mouth as you lick over the tip of his cock, his salty precum tingles pleasantly on your tongue.
“Motherfucking fuckedy fuck.” He groans as you swallow his cock almost completly, bobbing your head up and down in a fast pace.
The vein on the underside of his cock throbbing against your tongue as you massage his balls, making you suck harder in him.
“Fuck woman.” Negan groans, his pulsing cock shooting hot cum down your throat and you swallow everything he gives to you.

anonymous asked:

oooh okay what about Bellamy teaches Clarke how to drive + smut in the back and against the rover?

“Now ease up on the break.”

Clarke lifts her foot off the pedal and the rover lurches forward. Bellamy curses, and she slams her foot back down, causing them to stop short. 

“Jesus, Clarke, I said ease up.”

“I did ease up!” she snaps, turning her head to glare at him. 

Vous allez être la mort de moi,” Bellamy sighs. 

Clarke’s eyes widen. “What?”

“I said, ‘you’re going to be the death of me’, which, realistically, is quite possible.” [AO3]

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Tricksters are Wish Granters (Sam Winchester X Reader Smut)

I was bored so this is a quick and unedited piece but I hope you enjoy.

It was a strange night to say the least. You were on a hunt for a trickster but you didn’t even notice that Sam had disappeared. Only when you reach behind you to grab Sam did you realize he was gone. “Dean…” Dean turned around holding his flashlight military style. “What is it?” You took in a deep breath. “Sam’s gone.” Dean begins to curse and then suddenly the wall next to you two opened and only you were pulled through. You could hear it shut and Dean begin to yell. After a moment you realized you were alright and shouted so to Dean. After that you began to wander through corridors and after a few turns you came to a bright room. You covered your eyes for a quick moment but slowly lowered them to let your eyes adjust to the room. After they did you felt a bit cooler and not the normal material of your jeans. Instead you looked down to see yourself wearing light gray lace lingerie. Your face heated up. “What the hell!” You pulled your arms around yourself and continued to walk with more alarm than before. Then you noticed a four poster bed but there were black curtains blocking the inside from view. Curiosity got the better of you and you walked over to open it. Inside what you saw had literally made you quiver. Sitting there chained to the bed was Sam, but he was shirtless with a chain around his neck, he wore leather pants, and had leather on his hands and arms. Sam looked up, confusion and embarrassment very obvious on his face. “Y-Y/N, wow.” His eyes seemed to scan my figure, staring at everything the lingerie didn’t cover. “Sam I swear to God if you don’t look away right now.” With that he turned his head to the side and you crawled onto his lap, trying to uncuff him from the bed. Then you heard the laugh of an unfamiliar voice. You looked over to see your trickster. You froze and began to think. Silver, you needed something silver to kill it. Then you remembered your bracelet. It was sharp and silver. You sighed and got off of Sam’s lap. You strode over to the trickster and tried your hardest to look seductive as you could. You snaked your arms around his neck and grinned. “I like what you’ve set up here. It would be even better if you joined in on the fun.” The trickster smirked and began to lean down to press his lips against yours but instead your bracelet found itself jabbed into his head, killing him. You took it out of his head and cleaned it on his shirt. You had expected for everything to go away but you were still in lingerie and Sam was still on the bed. You walked over ready to uncuff him but noticed a large bulge trying to make its way through his leather pants. “S-Sam.” He looked away, his jaw clenched and his face a deep red. You were about to just begin to free him again until you felt an idea brewing. “Hey Sammy?” He still looked away. “Yes Y/N?” You smirked. “Do I turn you on in this? Do you want me in this?” He slowly turned his head towards you with wide eyes but he nodded. You strode over to him and sat on his lap. You began to grind him. You bit your bottom lip, trying to keep in your own noises so you could hear the moans and groans of Sam. You couldn’t believe how wet the lingerie you wore already was. You could feel the blush on your face but then you lightly grabbed the chain around Sam’s neck and pulled him forward a bit. You then proceeded to leave a mark on his neck. He seemed to moan a word bit you didn’t even notice. You were too busy trying to begin to get his pants off. You easily succeeded and managed to gulp when you saw the bulge through his boxers. It managed to look bigger and even after having sex so many times in your life, you never had anything that big. You wondered how it was going to fit and you hadn’t even seen him without boxers yet. Then Sam gave you a look that asked you to remove something from yourself, anything. You pulled off the top of your lingerie and Sam stared at you like you were a piece of art. You smirked and moments later both of you were wearing nothing as you began to lower yourself onto him. You gasped which slowly turned into a pleasure filled moan. “Oh Sam!” You grabbed onto his shoulders, leaving scratch marks as you began to move yourself up and down. Explicit words began to leave your mouth and you could feel Sam’s lustful stare on your figure. After mere moments both of your moans were filling the room and you didn’t even know how long it was before you began to feel dizzy and have a tingling sensation in your stomach. At the same time you felt the cock inside of you swell up. “Sam!” He only mimicked you. “Y/N!” Within moments you could feel an overwhelming warmth and you had to hold onto Sam to keep your balance. Then the warmth slowly began to drip down your legs and you let out another moan before shakily pulling off of him. You fell back next to him and said, “best. Sex. Ever.” Sam laughed and said, “well that was exciting.” And then you heard the yells of Dean coming from far away. You looked over to see the trickster’s body gone and your clothes back. Sam’s chains were gone too. You both hopped out of bed and pulled on your clothes and positioned your gear as fast as possible. Then Dean walked in. He smiled and ran over to hug you both. “Where the hell did you two disappear to?” Sam and I looked at each other with big grins. Dean put his hands up in defense and said, “I’m not even gonna ask. Anyways, the trickster is dead so let’s hit the road.” You and Sam nodded and the brothers walked out. Sam passed you and whispered, “next time I’ll make sure you’ll be a good girl.”

Cloaked in Evil pt. 3

Originally posted by sehun8gfat

Yixing AU

If it’s too easy, you’re doing it wrong

Happy Reading Hornies

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“The kind of love letters I write are the ones you read in bed, stretched out under the sheets with one hand between your legs.” -Michael Faudet

You stood in the kitchen, cloaked in flour.  Clothing covered, your feet picked clumps up with every step.  “This was a bad idea.”  You mumbled, looking at your failed attempt to make breakfast.  

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well shit ;; jaebum

Originally posted by defsouljb

WORD COUNT: 575


i woke up in a cold sweat, my body jerking up in a haste. looking at the clock on my bedside table and saw it was 3 am. i’ve been having these dreams frequently about 1 guy. that being im jaebum the leader of got7. there was no way i could have thought about him like that. i saw him occasionally as i worked for jyp but i’ve never had a conversation with him. he was way to high up on the scale. i was merely an intern that grabbed coffee for everyone. i was basically the water girl for a big football team that is jyp. 

but that doesn’t explain why i keep having this dream about the walking adonis that is jaebum. 

pulling the sheets closer to my body, lying back down processing to close my eyes, sighing that the night will end quick so i can won’t experience of such torture. the dream was far from clean. it was steamy and heated, just thinking about it made me wanna take a cold shower maybe that will cleanse me. 

clearing my mind of everything, i feel into a dreamless sleep which was amazing, my mind wasn’t preoccupied by him. it felt like i had slept for 2 minutes when i heard my alarm scream at me to awaken from my sleep. 

sighing as my hand reached out to stop the blaring from damaging my ear drums. 

already feeling the fatigue take over my body, my body screaming for me to take only 10 more minutes but i fought against it because if i said 10 more minutes, i was never going to get out of bed. 

ripping the covers off my body, i allowed my bare feet to make contact with the carpeted floor causing my toes to wiggle in them slightly. allowing a yawn to escape my mouth, i padded over to the bathroom to get ready for my day.

staring at the clock that sat in my bathroom it told me i only had 20 minutes to get to work. 

that was fine. wait 20 minutes. i was going to be royally fucked. 

rushing out the shower, quickly drying myself off before running into my bedroom to my wardrobe to pick out some random clothes which were sweats, a jumper and some beaten up vans. collecting my phone, keys and an apple from my kitchen downstairs i ran out of the door allowing it to slam shut and dashing to my car. unlocking my car with the press of a button, briskly opening the car door with force as i slid my body in. glancing at the clock i saw i had 15 minutes left. 

it took me 15 minutes to get there anyway. it was going to work out fine.  taking a deep breath i started my journey.

pulling up with just 2 minutes to spare, i quickly found a parking space, grinning because the lord was on my side today when some asshole took it from me. 

slamming my fist into the car horn angrily giving whoever it was the bird, i wasn’t sure who it was but i was mightly pissed the fuck off. i guess the lord wasn’t on my side today. 

seeing the tinted window roll down, my eyes met with that’s right you guessed it. 

im ‘lord have mercy on my soul, why did you create such a greek god’ jaebum. 

i was truly fucked.