so i hope whoever requested this likes it

Bts reaction to you giving them a blowjob in the dorm

Request:  Can I request a bts reaction to their gf giving them a blowjob in public like at the dorm while the other boys are around


Jin

“Y/n, I don’t know what are you thinking but be fast…B-baby. If you do that, I can’t keep quiet.”

Originally posted by chimcheroo

Yoongi

“Y/N, let them hear. So, now you are shy? Faster baby. Move this perfect mouth of your.”

Originally posted by bestteamofsoulmates

Namjoon

“At this point…damn it, don’t tease. Do this one more time and at this point, I won’t give a fuck who hears.”

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Hoseok

“Although no one will come, I suggest you being…that’s it baby, a littl-little faster.”

Originally posted by morekpopmore

Jimin

“Are you aware that anyone can come and we’ll…oh fuck. Fuck what I said, continue.”

Originally posted by theholyshiteu

Taehyung

“They have heard how I fuck you, I’m not sure they care at this point. Deeper baby, you can take it deeper.”

Originally posted by kaiinyourarea

Jungkook

“Look at you, a little pretty thing. Why do I feel like you have a kink of being caught? Don’t worry. I don’t exactly care who comes in either.”

Originally posted by jikookfantasy


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CONFESS YOUR SINS, LOVE OR WHATEVER EMOTION YOU FEEL TOWARDS WHOEVER. WHAT HAVE YOU IMAGINED? MOMMY,A.K.A ME, WILL LISTEN.

Also we are playing “Would you rather” so tag along.

*Requests are closed*

Preference “How they act when they get possessive”

(I guess…Yay for our faves being creeps and a little crazy…I know this was supposed to be smutty but in the end i did some smutty and some not really cause i felt it was better that way :3 Sorry again if some of them are really creepy and disturbing…I mean…that is what i think of being possessive…so yeah…Yay for Jerry and Aiden :3 first! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :D Gifs not mine/found them in google/credit to the original owners.)

Negan-Whenever he gets possessive of you, his fun and quirky behavior would completely disappear as he would order whoever is flirting with you to leave and tell you to go to your room. He’d go to you once he’s done with his work, only to instantly give you the order to take you clothes off and to go lay on the bed. He’d then walk over slowly to tie you to it before doing you until the only thing you can think of is him.

Daryl-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d put himself between you and whoever is flirting, only to tell them to back away from you and to leave you alone from now on. He’d then turn over to you and just pull you into a tight hug before getting rather aggressive with the way he would pull you towards the nearest place he can have you to himself.

Rick-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d spend most of the day glaring over at you and ignore your pleading looks just to try to get whoever is flirting with you to leave, only to later in the night end up having you handcuffed to the bed. He’d make you get a restless night until you realizing and understand that he’s the only one you need.

Merle-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d patiently wait for the person flirting at you to be done before grabbing your wrist to leave. He’d walk pass the most crowded place to let them know you’re his, only to finally take you to one of the hidden rooms in Woodbury. Once there, he’d managed to strap you to the chair and do things that would make you moan his name.

Glenn-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d grab a hold of your wrist the whole time during dinner. He’d keep his hold over yours as if not wanting you to ever leave him, especially after seeing you still acting kind towards the person who was flirting with you and simply never let go of you, even when you have to go the bathroom. He’d just smile reassuringly and tell you that everything is fine.

Carl-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d go by your room to give you a few of his flannels and tell you to wear one of them for the day. He’d grow tired of people flirting with you that he needed to let everyone know and especially you, who you belonged to. So with a friendly smile, he’d hand you which one he wants to see you in and make you wear it.

The Governor-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d order you over to come meet him in his room immediately, making you leave everyone behind. You’d then be lead by the sound of his voice towards the hidden room inside and as you’d get there he’d make you lock the door behind. He’d then make you sit on his lap and kiss you feverishly, asking you who do you belong to.

Abraham-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d order you to instantly get yourself ready, as you’re going on a run with him, not caring for an instant whoever is talking to you. He’d drive you as reasonably far as he can think and make you spend the day with no one else but him. He’d keep close to you at all times and even at one point, just kiss you to make you realize it’ll lead to something else.

Eugene-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d walk over to you and tell you he needs your help with the bullets, making you leave with him only. As you’d get to the factory, he’d lock you in with him and pretend to have lost the key, acting innocent to make you unsuspicious as you spend countless of hours with him, all while looking for a key that is actually in his pocket.

Ron-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d act rash and get himself in trouble with the person flirting with you as he’d always act smug and shove your relationship down their throat. He’d want them to hear it from him that you’re his but rather than making his message clear, they would all come out as threats, making the other person get aggressive.

Jesus-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d sneak into your room, in Alexandria, later at night and surprise you the moment you walk in by locking the door behind. He’d ask you about your thoughts on whoever was flirting with you and just grow jealous with each kind things you’d say about them, making him pin you on the bed and kindly ask you to deny it all.

Dwight-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d trick you into following him, only for you to end up locked in one of the cells, he had kept clean for you. He’d spend most of his time keeping his eyes on you and take extra care of you, giving you everything he knows you like and whatever you want him to do to your body but never letting you out until you tell him that you understand that you belong to him and only him.

Morgan-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d walk over to grab your hand as someone is flirting with you too much just to pull you away mid conversation with no warning. He’d lie to you that he needs your help with something, only to lock you in the cell he had made in the basement. He’d keep you company on the other side, saying that unless you prove to him that you’re his, he won’t let you out.

Shane-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d follow your every move and just hug you out of surprise once you are finally both alone. He’d whisper to you about how much he loves you and how much you hurt him, letting that person flirt with you that way. He’d resolve to kiss your neck and pin you to the ground as he keeps showering you with affection, making you tell him that you’re his only.

Milton-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d patiently wait for the other person to be done with you before asking you to help him with his work in the lab. Once there, you’d work together and he’d ask you countless of questions that would lead into you answering that you do love him. He’d end up getting closer and closer just to strap your wrist to the stretcher before asking you to prove it to him.

Aaron-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d give you countless of gifts to express his love for you, only to let it slide that you should be returning him the favor for each gift. His hands would linger over yours as he’d give the presents and his gaze would prove to you that someone around you had rubbed him the wrong way, making you thank him just as he wishes.

Gabriel-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d put up an act to make you trust him that he isn’t jealous, only to kindly tell the other person that he needs a word with you and leading you into the church. Once inside, he’d lock you in with him, reciting verses from the bible that suits what you’re doing to him before getting closer to warn you that he won’t let you out until you understand who do you belong to.

The Wolf-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d take you away by pulling you over in his shoulder and just tell the other person to back off. He’d walking you back to your shared tent and just ask you to repeatedly remind him as to who you belonged to, making you obviously tell him that it’s him but him thinking it isn’t enough and having to prove to you that you’re his once inside.

Noah-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d glare at whoever is talking to you just to make them uncomfortable and leave. He’d pretend to not understand what was the problem and just grab your hand to walk away with you. He’d walk you to your room and once there you’d realize some of you clothes are missing, making you walk over to his room and staying for a while.

Simon-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d put on a fake smile but from his eyes and his tone before calling you over to come closer to him, you could tell he isn’t happy. As you’d approach him, he’d grab your hand to lead you into that particular person’s room just to do you in their bed and have you moan out his name, making you and them understand that you’re his and his only.

Ezekiel-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d act as his usual polite self but make uncomfortable jokes about keeping you to himself. He’d simply approach you and whoever is keeping you company and mention his love for you, only to end up saying that he’d just love to keep you the way he keeps Shiva so close to him at all times, whether it be on a chain or in a cage.

Benjamin-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d get you to help with him in the library and end up keeping you inside with him as long as he can. He’d just want to spend some alone time with you that he’d come up with a lame excuse. Once there, he’d lock you in with him and throw the key out the window without you noticing, making you both have to wait for someone to notice you both missing.

Caesar-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d injure himself in front of you and whoever was next to you on purpose just to be able to stay so close to you. He’d do and show you whatever it takes for you to take pity on him and just have take care of him by his bedside. Whenever he’d seem to feel better, he’d deny it and hold you from leaving as he reminds you that because you love him, you have to stay.

Spencer-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d purposely get drunk and walk over to you and whoever is flirting with you, just to bother you both, making you have no choice but to care for him. He’d yell at them saying you’re his and hold onto you no matter what. He’d be a mess from being happy to crying about his love for you and just beg you to tell everyone you’re his.

Richard-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d get quiet and just call you by your name once, making you follow him out of curiosity. He’d lead you out of the walls and into his hidden RV making you think he has prepared something romantic. Only to be surprised by him just grabbing your arm to walk you in. Once inside, he’d lock the door and forbid you from leaving until you show him how much you truly love him.

Nicholas-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d ask you to help him on a run and offer to be the driver. Once inside, he’d drive as far as reasonably as he can, only to suddenly coming to a stop. He’d ask you countless of ways to make you answer that you’re indeed in love with him. Him suddenly getting quiet and telling you that because he’s so proud of you, he’ll prove to you that you’re his.

Gareth-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d somehow trick you and manage to have you blindfolded and your wrists bounded as he keeps you on the bed. He’d want to have you at your most vulnerable state and would’ve convinced you the instant you walked back to your room. He’d talk about how you made him feel earlier and warn you that he’ll make you understand who you belong to.

Tobin-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d invite you over for dinner at his house at night, only to beg you not to leave until the morning. He’d just think about how you seemed so carefree around whoever was flirting with you and stare at you coldly, only to change the moment you look at him in the eyes. He’d smile and put a hand to yours, asking you who is it that you love before begging you.

Jerry-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d still be his friendly self and walk over to you to offer you countless of your favorite meals he had just cooked, inviting you back over to his place as he ignores completely whoever is next to you. Once there, he’d just keep you to himself by giving you more and more food, making you unable to leave his side for the day, especially once you’re so full.

Aiden-Whenever he gets possessive of you, he’d act smug and just be blunt, asking you and whoever is flirting with you as to what you are both doing and thinking. He’d tell them that they have no business flirting around with you as you’re his and his only, making them uncomfortable and leave. He’d then turn to you and make sure you understood how much he meant those words.

Michonne-Whenever she gets possessive of you, the way she should express her affection towards you would seem much different than usually and it wouldn’t even seem to matter that there was someone else next to you. She’d grip your hand rather than hold it and leave lingering touches and glances at you, that indicate to you how much you’re hers rather than just simply being because she loves you.

Maggie-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d walk over to you and just ask you to help her out with something, only to end up having a light talk with you. She’d just act overly sweet and tell you all about how much she loves you and how it would devastate her if you ever thought of leaving her behind. Gradually, you’d just feel her hold your hands closer and closer to her.

Andrea-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d make you understand that you belong to her only by making you have an unforgettable night. She’d notice how casually kind you were towards whoever was flirting with you and come up with any excuse to have you follow her back to your room before she starts to make you weak.

Jessie-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d invite you over for dinner, only to discover that you’re not “feeling well”. She’d pretend to notice how red you are and fake a temperature for you, just to have the excuse that she can keep you in her house. When you would tell her that you’re fine and all she’d get upset at you for not trusting her, making you have no choice but to let her.

Beth-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d just want people to know that you’re hers, making her spend time leaving hickeys all over your neck. She’d seem to notice people’s gaze over you and how they act around you and take it as competition. She’d then find the perfect way to mark you as hers and just make you have a hard time concealing all of them.

Sasha-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d ask you over to come and help her keep watch in on of the towers, only to “accidentally” kick the ladder away, making you stuck with her for a good amount of time. She’d just notice someone making you smile from afar and have the need to take you away, so she’d just call you over and lead you into her trap.

Rosita-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d walk over to you and completely ignore the person flirting with you and just trick you into her room saying you forgot something in there, only to be locked in. She’d laugh on the other side to hear you panic and just kindly tell you that you need some time to reflect on who you belong to for the meanwhile and that her belongings will certainly help you be reminded of it.

Enid-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d sneak into your room as you’re taking a nap and just wake you up, asking you id you want to hang outside for the moment. She’d do her best to convince you and then tell you to be quiet about it simply because she doesn’t want the person flirting with you earlier to come over and bother, making her have you all to herself.

Tara-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d be her kind and friendly self in front of everyone, only to change and be completely different once you are both alone. Once the doors of your house are closed, she’d instantly ask you as to who you love and such. She’d then surprise you by handcuffing you to her and tell you that unless you show her, she doesn’t understand your meaning.

Carol-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d catch you off guard in the house and just tie your arms behind your back before pulling you to the room. She’d notice how kind you were to whoever would flirt with you and just have the urge to remind you that you’re actually already taken, making her just having to show it to you in a way you might finally get it.

Arat-Whenever she gets possessive of you, she’d glare at you and whoever is flirting at you to the point where you both acknowledge her. She’d wait for you to walk over to her before asking you as to what you were doing. She’d then tell you about how her feelings for you and how you’re hers and just gradually getting more mad about what had just happened, making her tell you to kiss her right now, in front of everyone to see.

Gone (Part 1)

“Can I have a request about dean and his wife the reader are fighting about whatever and dean says something about regretting marrying her and she says fine and leaves. He’s devastated and it’s up to Cas and Sam to save the day and reunite them”

“It can be a two part if you’d like”


Requested by: @nervousmemzie

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: Angst

A/N: Here I am! For one thing, I’m sorry it took me so long to write your request; anyway, there you go. I hope you like it, and how you asked, is divided into two parts. The second part I will publish it in a few days. Promised. So .. have fun to read!

Word Count: 1234

*flashbacks in italics*


4.35 a.m.

This is the time that I see light on my phone; a loud noise woke me up suddenly. I get up quickly from the bed and I go out of my room. I know exactly what causes these strange noises. Indeed whoever. I go into the kitchen, and there it is, my husband Dean Winchester, with his head inside the refrigerator. Dean and I have been married for three years; I would have never imagined that he would make me the proposal, we never talked about marriage, and, with our very ‘busy life’, marriage is not something we think about every day. Instead, Dean asked me to marry him with a ring, and he is kneeling. I will never forget that moment; I thought he was joking.

“Hey, Y/n.”
I raise my eyes from my plate, and I see his eyes fixed on me Dean. This is a special evening; after all this time, Dean and I decided to stay a little ‘alone, and to live a night like a normal couple. And so, he took me to dinner at a nice restaurant by candlelight. Perfect.
“I though .. you marry me?”
The water I’m drinking from the glass I almost go sideways, I begin to cough; without giving him an answer, I look at Dean, and I start to laugh, convinced that he is joking. Suddenly, Dean gets up from his chair and walks over to me. As he kneels in front of me, I’m out of breath. I try to talk, to say anything, but in vain. I am too shocked and surprised by what is happening.
“Y/n, will you marry me?”

I approach Dean, and he, hearing the sound of my footsteps, looks up; when he sees me, a smile forming on his face.
“Y/n!”
Dean comes to me, but he loses his balance, and nearly falls to the ground.
“Dean, what are you doing?”
He tries to kiss me, but I avoid him, and walk away from him. I cross my arms over the chest, and I stare at my husband with angry look.
“Y/n.. come here. We can drink together.”
“You’re joking, right?”
Dean looks up at the sky, and going to one of the chairs at the table, he sits. My husband puts his hands near the head, and began to complain. I roll my eyes, and I get close to him, ready to make him a scolding.
“It’s always the same story with you. You go out, go to drink, and then go home. Heck Dean, by now, you will always smell like alcohol!”
“And do you care what I do?”
I open wide my eyes; the alcohol must have melted his brain. I’m his wife, it is normal that I care for him! It do this a wife who loves her husband? I pass my hand through my hair, and I try not to scream, not to wake Sam.
“For God’s sake, I worry for you. I’m your wife, Dean! ”
“Yeah, maybe I was wrong to marry you.”
I freeze. The breath begins to miss, as I hear the words of Dean that keep buzzing in my head. I look down, and without saying a word, I go striding from the kitchen. I, at first, I headed to the bedroom where Dean and I sleep together, but during my walk in the corridors of the bunker, I change my mind, and I go to my room. As the door closes behind me, the tears start to fall on my face. At first a few sobs, but in the end I burst into tears. I feel my legs weaken, and slowly I sit on the floor, my back against the door. I can’t believe I heard those words from his mouth. Yes, we had some disagreements, and sometimes we fight, but all married couples do. In the end we could always forgive each other. I need him by my side, and not locked up in some seedy bar to drink always. But he really thinks what he said? Dean regretted of marrying me?


When Dean wakes up in his bed, the first thing he notices is the severe headache. Right now, it looks like someone is hitting him with a hammer, just behind the center of the head. Dean turns in his bed, and the second thing he notices is that his wife Y / n is not at his side. The part of the bed where she normally sleeps at the moment is empty. The hunter leans on his elbows, and rubs a hand over his eyes; his head still hurts. Despite the pain, Dean sitting at the edge of the bed, and tries to remember what happened the night before. Dean remembers that he went into a bar, not far from the bunker, and drinking, and many more. A girl had come to him, and had flirted with the hunter, but Dean had not thought twice about sending her away. He’s married, and he loves his wife. In the end, Dean remembers coming home, and that he had spoken with someone.. with Y/n.

.. you get out, go to drink, and you come home late!
.. you smell like alcohol..
..what do you care..
..I matter, I’m your wife!
..maybe I was wrong to marry you..

Dean opens his eyes, remembering his words.

Fuck.

The hunter quickly gets up from the bed, and heads to the kitchen; he hopes to find his wife there while is drinking coffee. She will be very angry with him, maybe she does not even speak with him. How the hell has thought Dean to say such a thing? He loves his wife more than anything else, and he never repent of marrying her. She’s his life.
Dean finally arrives in the kitchen, but the only person he sees is his brother Sam. The smaller of the Winchester brother is sitting at the table with a book in his hands; when he feels the presence of his brother, Sam looks up from the book, and frowns, not understanding why Dean is so upset.
“Did you see Y/n?” asks Dean breathless. Sam gets up from his chair and walks over to his brother. He tells to Dean he doesn’t see the girl from the night before, and suddenly, Dean feels the panic and fear invade his body. The hunter tells what happened with Y/n to Sam, and without thinking twice, both Winchester brothers begin to look for the girl down the bunker. Dean and Sam look for in any room, as long as Dean can’t think of a place where Y/n may be hiding. What a fool not to think about her old room from the start. Arrived in front of the door of the room where slept Y/n before, Dean knocks a few times, but no response is received.
“Y/n? Please, answer me! I’m sorry.. for what I said.”
..silence.
Dean decides to force the doorknob to enter, but he realizes that the door is not locked. He comes quickly into the room, but it soon becomes clear that it is empty. There is nothing in that room, just him.
“Dean.”
Dean turns to his brother, he feels the tears filling his green eyes; is not really happening, Dean thinks to himself.

This is just a bad dream.

“She’s gone. Y/n is gone.”


Gone (Part 2)


Forever Tag: @hotwinchester
@deadinside-muser
@doro7winchester
@iamthenewthor
@frickin-bats

Supernatural Tag: @27bmm
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Dean Tag: @love-charmer-sketch

Options (NSFW)

Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: I apologize to whoever requested this, I know it took a long time for me to write it. Honestly I had never thought about this pairing before so it took me some time to come up with a concept. I hope you like it.


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“But, if I didn’t get jealous, then we wouldn’t be here, would we?” (Luke Hemmings Smut)

“But, if I didn’t get jealous, then we wouldn’t be here, would we?” (Luke Hemmings Smut)

Summary: Luke gets mad at you, but you two make up with kinky make up sex.

Requested: yes

Warnings: Daddy kink, swearing, eating out, fingering, fucking, hickies

A/N: This is the first smut I’ve written, so I hope you all like it! Thank you to whoever requested it! Sorry it took my so long to post it, I was trying to figure out how to write smut!

Originally posted by coupleaims

“But, if I didn’t get jealous, then we wouldn’t be here, would we?” (Luke Hemmings Smut)

“Luke, calm down, it’s not that big of a deal.”  You say as Luke storms into your apartment.

“It’s not that big of a deal? Are you fucking kidding me?”  Luke’s voice booms as he throws the keys on the table.

“Luke nothing happened, I’m okay.”  You say reassuring him.

“No, it’s not fucking okay! You’re my girl and some fucking douche comes over trying to grind on you.  Grind on my fucking girl.”  Luke says throwing the keys across the room.

But as Luke keeps talking, you aren’t listening anymore.  You are too distracted about how sexy he looks when he’s mad.  His chest is rising up and down fast, as he talking, his biceps flexing, you keep growing wetter and wetter with every word his voice booms.

“Are you even listening to me?” Luke yells at you getting your attention.

You were about to say yes, but you like it when he’s mad so you answer, “No”, innocently.

“I’m thinking about the way that guy felt pressed up against me.  You didn’t dance with me all night, so all I can think about is him.”  You say walking closer to Luke.

“This isn’t funny Y/N.  This is fucking funny, I’m not in the mood.” Luke begins to say but you cut him off.

“The way he held on to my hips and grinding them onto his cock.  It’s getting me wet just thinking about it.” You say walking even closer to Luke.  “But right when I was getting so wet, you pulled me away from him.  What a shame.  I was so close, I mean you know how sensitive I am.”  You say smiling at Luke innocently.

Luke at this moment grabs your hips and pulls you close to him that your chests are right up against each other. “You are mine, not his. Mine.”

You feel the wetness pooling as he shows his possessiveness.  You look him straight in the eye and say, “Then prove it.  Fuck me.”

At that moment, his lips crash into yours, and you are up against the wall.  His hands move down to your ass, down your thighs, and he pulls you up so your legs are wrapped around his torso. As you’re wrapped around him, he begins grinding against your sensitive core, and begins kissing down your neck.  When he gets to right below your ear, he groans sexily in your ear, “You liked the way he grinded on you baby girl?”

You nod your head.  The moment you nod, he begins grinding on you harder and deeper.  You start moaning out, “Yes Luke, yes Daddy.”

“That’s it, baby girl.” He says kissing your neck.  “No one can make you feel this good like Daddy can.”

As Luke keeps kissing and sucking your neck leaving hickies down your neck to your chest, he pulls your dress up.  Your dress rides up to your hips, then slips your thong to the side.  He runs his finger up your slit and says, “Oh baby, you’re so wet.  Who made you this wet?”

“You Luke.  Please, please.” You say begging for his fingers.  

Without a pause, Luke sinks his middle finger into his wet core.  You moan at the feeling of his finger pumping in and out of you.  He then adds another finger and pumps them in and out.

“Do you hear that?” Luke moans in your ear.

You listen and hear the wetness of his fingers going in and out of you.

You moan in response.  As two of his finger pump in and out, he takes his thumb and starts rubbing your clit.  You moan out loudly and tangle your hand in Luke’s hair with one hand while the other is digging into Luke’s bicep.  

Luke kisses the sweet spot right under your ear, and continues fingering you.

“You’re close baby girl.  Just let go.”  He says quickening his fingers.

“Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke!” You voice gets louder as you climax.

After your climax, Luke, holding you, carries you to your bedroom.  Right when you get to the bedroom, you back Luke up so that he is laying on the bed.  He tries to stand back up, but you push him back down on the bed so he is sitting up watching you.  You stand in front of him and slowly strip down into just you bra and underwear and heels.

You walk towards Luke as he is sitting on the bed.  You stand in between his legs as Luke just keeps looking at your body, infatuated.  He puts hands originally on your waist feeling down to your hips looking at you with so much lust.  

You loved this part whenever you and Luke got romantic.  The way Luke looked at you made you feel like you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.  You feel safe, wanted, and loved.  

Luke stand up, brushes your hair behind your ears, and grabs the sides of your face and kisses you passionately.  His hands move down around you waist and he pulls you close to him.  After kissing, your hands move under Luke’s shirt which motions for him to take it off and he does.  As you two kiss more, your clothes and his clothes were off and you were laying on the bed with Luke hovering over you.

Luke first begins with making out, the starts leaving more hickies down your neck.  He stops at your breasts, and takes one of your nipples in his mouth and pulls at it.  He sucks on your breast until your nipple is perked, then does the same to your other breast.  As he sucks on your nipples, your hands tangle up in Luke’s hair.  After Luke was happy with the work of art he made on your chest, he kisses down your stomach, kisses up your thighs and opens your legs wide.
Luke first begins by licking up you wet core slowly, then goes down on you.  He licks and sucks on your clit, and you moan in response.  Your hands are running through Luke’s hair as he lifts your lefts so that they are hanging on his back. His tongue darts into your core feeling your walls.  He then replaces his tongue two of his finger pumping them in and out.

“Ugh yes Luke, yes.” You moan out tugging on his hair where he groans meaning he liked it.  

Luke’s fingers pumped in and out of core faster and faster, as he feels your core tighten around his fingers, he curls them and hits your g-spot.

“Cum for daddy, babygirl.  I want to taste you.  Come on baby girl, cum for me.” Luke says hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

You toes curl under, and you tug on Luke’s hair hard.  After you come down from your high, Luke tastes your juices and moans at your sweet taste.  When Luke lifts his heads up from between your legs, and when he makes eye contact with you, you grab his hand and suck his fingers.  He moans at the sight of this.

“Now, I’ve been pleasing you all night, now time for my pleasure.”  Luke lays down with his hands motioning for you to come over.  You know exactly what he wants.

“Daddy, you’ve been pleasing me all night, I think you deserve to feel good now.”  You say looking up at him with innocent eyes.  You pull down his boxer to reveal his hard rock cock.  You wrap your hand around his cock lightly, but not tight enough for him to get any pleasure from it.

“Please.”  Luke groans.

You pump your hand up and down for times, and lower your mouth on the head of his cock.  You swirl your tongue around the head, and then lower your mouth down.  You lower you head, then lift your head of letting his cock out of your mouth with a “pop”.

Luke grabs a fistful of your hair, and guides you head down on and up.  You begin to feel Luke getting close, but you take your mouth away.

“Babe, babe” Luke whine.

“Shh” You say kissing Luke while lowering yourself onto his hard cock.

You both moan in unison as you sink down completely.  

“Uh, yes, yes.” You moan bouncing up and down.  

As you bounce on his cock, you breasts move up and down, in which Luke grabs and kneads them.  

“Yes, baby.  Ride Daddy’s cock.“ Luke says as you ride him harder.

“Yes Daddy, yes.”  You scratch down his chest as you feel yourself coming close.

As Luke feels you coming close, he flips you two over and starts pounding in your relentlessly.

“Yes Luke, yes. Fuck me, yes.” You say as you start to cum.  Your nails scratch down his back, as you release.  Your legs are wrapped around him as Luke pounds into you through your orgasm.

You grab Luke’s head and pull his ear down to your mouth as your dirty talk him to his high.

“Come on Daddy.  Cum into my tight, wet pussy.”  At your words, Luke releases inside of you, his thrust become sloppier.

After you come down from your highs, Luke lays next to you, with his arm wrapped around you.

“You know you have nothing to worry about.” You say after a while.

“I know.” Luke says kissing the side of your head.  “But, if I didn’t get jealous, then we wouldn’t be here, would we?” He says cutely.


A/N: Thank you for whoever requested this a while ago! Sorry it took me so long to write, I just wanted to get this right.  Thank you!! Requests are open.  I will be updating my stories soon, hopefully.

Your first time ♡ Grayson {smut}

Request: ‘’Can I have a Grayson smut imagine where it’s their first time; he’s being super sweet, he keeps asking if she’s alright and he’s being super gentle and adorable. Gahh I’m in my feels Lmao. Thanksss xx‘’

Response: Thanks for your request! ♡ Ah, I wanted to write this for so long! Whoever gets to lose her virginity to these angels is lucky as hell hahaha. Anyway, I hope you like it :)

Warning: English is not my native language, so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

Grayson and you had been dating for over eight months now. He was eighteen and you were seventeen. You absolutely loved spending time with him and he always made clear that he loved spending time with you as well.

Most of the time you guys were together. Sometimes you went to the cinema or a chic restaurant, but most days you just stayed in, watched a movie and cuddled. He could never get enough of you. Tonight was one of those nights.

This evening it was Graysons turn to pick a movie, and he decided to watch Troy, one of his favorites. You were watching the movie as he kept playing with your hair and stroking your cheek, while constantly watching you. ‘Eh, I thought you wanted to see this movie,’ you laugh and look beside you.

Grayson has a dreamy smile on his face and his eyes are still focused on your hair. ‘Yeah…’ he says absently, but he doesn’t stop playing with your hair. ‘What is it?’ you ask. Instead of answering he shoves closer to you and puts a kiss on your lips, opening them with his tongue.

You’re surprised, but don’t pull back. You kiss him back, cupping his face with your hands. You thought he would eventually stop, but his kisses were getting deeper and rougher. A soft moan escaped your lips, causing him to grin. Of course you didn’t mind making out, but you didn’t really know where this was coming from. He grabs you by your waist and you change position so that you straddle his lap.

Eventually Grayson pulls back, reluctantly. ‘Wanna take this upstairs?’ he whispers out of breath. Your eyes widen. What was he up to? ‘Sure,’ you chuckle. Grayson lifts you up effortlessly while you put your legs around his waist. While he walks up the stairs he starts placing sweet kisses down your jawline and neck.

He holds you up with a hand under your butt while the other one closes the door of the bedroom. Grayson gently places you down on the floor and goes sit down on the side of the bed. He then pulls you closer while his hands are on your upper back.

You look down at him and he looks up to you so that his head is in his neck. Graysons eyes are filled with anticipation. Your hands are cupping his face again. You smirk at the fact that for the first time he’s shorter than you. Or it seems like it, in this position.

He doesn’t break eye contact while he smoothly slides off his shirt, revealing his toned torso and abs. You blush and finally realise what he was up to; he wanted to have sex with you. God, how were you always so naïve?

He looks up to you, asking for permission. You nod, biting your lip. He slides of your shirt too and the touch of his warm hands make you get a pleasant shiver.

He starts unbuttoning your jeans, but you place his hands on his arms. He stops, looking a bit confused. ‘Gray… It’s not that I don’t want this, but - you know - I’m still a virgin.’ Your words came out a little stammering and you feel your cheeks heating up. You knew he wasn’t a virgin.

And you didn’t really care about that, but you did care about the fact that you had no idea how to have sex or even the way to please a boy. And you sure as hell wanted to please him. But you had never done any of that stuff.

Grayson smiles and kisses your belly button. ‘That’s okay. If I’ll do anything you don’t like, don’t be afraid to tell me. Tonight is all about you.’ ‘Okay,’ you quietly say, smiling.

Step by step he takes off your clothes, leaving you only in your underwear. He couldn’t keep his eyes of you. After every piece of clothing he took off he stroked and kissed the place where your skin was naked now.

He kissed your whole body; your belly, hips, thighs… You liked that he did everything to calm you down and ease your nerves. He wanted to make you feel special, especially tonight.

Grayson takes his jeans off too. You can’t help but notice the bulge in his boxers. He takes it off, revealing his massive erection. Worrying about how that would ever fit into your small body, he helps you taking off your underwear.

You giggle at his shaking hands which are trying to open your bra. Finally he slides it off and he pushes you softly onto the bed, so that you’re lying on your back. Grayson climbs on the bed and hovers above you.

You feel very exposed and place your hands on your boobs, trying to cover them. Never in your life had a boy seen you naked like this. Grayson pushes your hands gently to the side.

‘Don’t cover yourself baby. You are absolutely beautiful…’ He looks down at you with a proud smile. You let out a nervous giggle. ‘I’m not.’ ‘You are,’ he assures you. He kisses the top of your breasts, which turns you on. 

You pull him closer and soon you’re having a heated make out session. You were complete putty in his hands. While his hard member is stroking your core, you felt yourself getting wetter with the minute. Grayson could feel it, too. He bites your lower lip and you nervously spread your legs so he could position himself between them.  

After putting on a condom Grayson hovers above you again, leaning on his elbows. ‘Are you sure you want to do this? We can wait, if you want. I would wait another ten years for you. I don’t want to just fuck, I want to make love to you.’

Your heart flutters at his words and you stroke his cheek. Oh, how you loved this boy. He smiled, but you could see that he was concerned. It was so obvious Grayson really cared about you. He never forced you into anything.

‘I’m ready, Gray. You’re the only one that I want to lose my virginity to. I want this.’ And after those words he places one last kiss on your mouth. He uses one hand to slowly guide the tip between your slicked folds.

At first you don’t think you can handle it and with closed eyes you gasp at the burning pain. He waits, letting you adjust to his size. He slightly strokes your cheek with his fingers.

Then he slid in more, going still very slowly until he was fully in. You feel yourself tighten up around him while he filled you all up. God, he was huge. You knew that the first time would hurt, but you didn’t know that it would hurt this bad. Grayson studies your face worriedly, his forehead frowned. He knew he was hurting you.

‘You okay? Do you want me to stop?’ Grayson asks caringly. You inhale deeply. ‘No no, it’s okay. Just be gentle…’ ‘I will, don’t worry,’ he says with a sweet voice. After some time the pain luckily starts fading away and you look at him. ‘I’m ready.’

Grayson nodded and he began thrusting into you, never taking his eyes from your face. He needed you to feel comfortable. But you felt more than comfortable; you felt amazing. The pain had slowly turned into glorious pleasure. He starts sucking your neck, trailing down to your collar bones.

You enjoyed every minute. It felt like your bodies were melting together, like your body belonged to his. You stroke a hand through Graysons fluffy hair while he kisses your lips again.

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‘Faster,’ you whisper into his mouth. Right after those words had left your mouth he starts picking up the speed, pumping faster. He still was very careful with every move he made, making sure he didn’t hurt you. He was worried you were too fragile for his size.

‘Grayson…’ you cried out his name. He had to know that he could let himself go, that he could enjoy it too. Everything felt so good; Graysons large hands touching your body, his hips pressed to yours, his husky breath in your neck.

You start clawing his muscular back with your fingernails, causing him to groan. ‘Good girl,’ he panted. You felt a heavenly sensation rushing through your stomach as Grayson grinded his hips harder to yours, pounding against your g-spot. You breathed heavily.

‘Oh, I’m close,’ you cry out. The sight of your closed eyes and bouncing breasts made Grayson slowly reaching his high, too. ‘Me too, baby. Look into my eyes when you cum,’ he demanded and you did as he said. Dirty talk made him ten times sexier.

After a minute you couldn’t hold on any longer. Loud moans escaped your mouth while arching your back. Every muscle in your body tensed as you reached your climax at the same time as Grayson reached his. He let out a long, deep moan, his body shuddering. His face was concentrated as he brought his pumps slowly to a stop to ride the orgasms as long as possible.

You couldn’t believe that someone could made you feel this good. Grayson pulled out and collapsed heavily breathing next to you. He stroked your belly as he pushed himself up with one elbow.

‘You alright?’ he asks. ‘I’m perfect. That was amazing,’ you say, turning on your side to kiss him passionately. ‘I’m glad. I love you so much,’ he murmured with a soft voice. Your lips curl into a big smile. ‘I love you, too.’

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Words: 3,843
Cas x Reader
Warnings: description of injuries, blood
Summary: Y/N patches Cas up after he’s injured.
A/N: angst and FLUFF! This was requested like a year ago, so whoever you are, I hope you are still reading, and thanks for the request!


Your name: submit What is this?

“Get him in!” you urged Sam and Dean. They were each supporting one side of Cas. You slammed the hotel room door behind the trio and rushed in behind them, tossing your bag of gear down and flicking on lights haphazardly.

”Easy,” Dean said as they lowered him to sit down on the bed. “Easy. Okay. You’re alright, Cas. You’re good.”

You grabbed the bag of first aid stuff out of your duffel, carelessly kicking it aside and rushed back to Cas. You glanced over at the brothers who were both worse for wear too. “Dean, your face,” you said, stepping closer to him. “That eyebrow needs stitches,” you said. “Sam—“ Sam was again pressing a hand to his shoulder.

”We’re fine. Just take care of Cas. We’ve got more supplies in our room. We’ll patch each other up,” Sam said. He patted Cas gently on the shoulder and looked alarmed when he only winced and hunched over farther in response.

”What about you?” Dean asked. “You’re gonna be sporting a black-eye tomorrow.”

You waved him off. “I’m fine. Just—come grab me if you guys need help.”

The brothers nodded and limped through the adjoining room door, shutting it quietly behind them.

”Y/N…” Cas’ voice was weak and the grit in it was heavier than usual.

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Okay so I really loved this idea a lot, so I wanted to use Their normal colors as well so i hope you dont mind. I did use the color palette you chose for the outfit which i actually really like <3

so here you go a stevonnie that would happen if steven and connie fused at prom lol 

thanks for the request anon! i hope you are also well :D

Or Nah?: A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: could you maybe try doing a smut based on somo - or nah? 💖💖❤️

So, I was a little reluctant about writing this because I’m not very good at smut, and there are certain words in this song that make me feel a little uneasy. But after some extreme editing, I kinda wrote it based off the song in my own interpretation. To whoever did request this, I hope you don’t mind, and I’m also really sorry that it took so long and that it might not be what you wanted. So this is pure smut, there is literally a very subtle storyline, and I may have edited the lyrics at little (you’ll notice it). Enjoy x

Do you like the way I flick my tongue, or nah?

Sex with Kol Mikaelson was not exactly a rare occurrence in your life. If anything, it had become a significant part of it. 

It wasn’t anything romantic. It was just convenient. 

At this exact moment in time, you were in his house. On the edge of his bed. With his head between your legs. 

“Fuck.”

His hands clamped down on your thighs, as you threw your head back. His tongue darted in and out of you, tasting every inch of you that he could. At your cry of pleasure, he quickened his pace, savouring every moment of it. 

You felt the knot begin to build in your stomach, and just as you were about to release, Kol withdrew his head.

Words were not exchanged as you glared at him, his eyes dancing with mischief. 

“Sorry, love,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He often liked to tease you in this way. 

“You’re not sorry.”

“You’re right I’m not. But it’s just more fun this way.”

I’m not the type to call you back tomorrow

But the way you wrap around me is a problem

After a night of pure passion and lust, you left the Mikaelson mansion. Kol lay in his bed, the sheet covering just below the waist. 

His hands were behind his head, as he sighed in pleasure. 

He knew he wasn’t going to call tomorrow. So did you. But you still niggled away at him. 

Just the thought of you did things to him he couldn’t explain. In his millennia of existence, he had never met someone who could do the things you could do. 

When he first slept with you, he assumed it would be the same as all the other girls he’d been with. One night and then that’s it. The typical heartbreaker. 

He was just as surprised as you when it became an almost daily occurrence.

He needed you.

Took her to the kitchen, Fucked her right there on the table

Kol pounded into you as you gripped onto his shoulders, your legs wrapped around his waist. 

You had barely walked through the door when you were pushed against the wall, Kol’s lips attached to your neck, his hands under your skirt and his fingers making figure of eights on your clit. 

Your bare ass was planted on the kitchen counter, the marble adding to the already amazing sensations you were feeling. 

“Shit, shit, shit.”

It was only when you were with Kol that you realised how much you missed him. His touch. His tongue. His, well, you know. 

If his addiction was human blood then yours was his. 

You wanted to merge with him. Be his for eternity.

Would you die for a singer vampire or nah?
Would you lie to a singer vampire or nah, or nah?

Of course, you knew that things wouldn’t last. 

They’d probably end in your death. Well, that’s what you’d heard about the Mikaelsons.

Kol twisted your hair in one hand, while the other made its way down your bare stomach. 

“How much do you want this, Y/N?”

He had the ability to turn you into a writhing mess. You wiggled your hips in frustration, whining.

He smirked, his nose trailing up your neck. 

“I said, how much do you want this? How much do you want me?”

“So much,” you breathed. 

Kol’s hand moved lower, his fingers brushing your core. 

“Enough to die for it?”

You stopped. You’d never been asked something like that.

“What are you suggesting, Kol?”

“Would you want to be like me, Y/N? So we can do this”, he inserted one finger into you, “for eternity?”

You considered his offer while trying to ignore the pulsing in your core. The feel of his finger exploring you. 

“Yes.”

With that, Kol inserted another fingers and you two were the only ones in the entire world.

Photogenic

Can you do an imagine where one of the boys,(whoever you want) finds like a secret stash of pictures or like a photo album dedicated to the accomplishments of them as their superhero identity? Does this make sense? 

@batman-robin I hope this is what you meant by your request. I did it based on my Jay-Bear and  I tried really hard on this at 12:16 in the morning. I hope you like it!! 

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“Hey Y/N. Have you seen my black boots anywhere?”

You were too busy in the shower to actually look for his boots for him so you went ahead and yelled back at him. “They’re under the bed Jason.”

“I already looked under the bed hun.” he replied, looking under the bed again.

“Well maybe you didn’t look hard enough…” you mumbled under your breath.

“What was that sweet cheeks?”

“Uhh…I said I’ll be out in a minute to help you look for them.”

“Yea. That’s what I thought you said.”

You rolled your eyes as you rinsed the rest of the soap off of your body. You and Jason have been dating for over a year now and you guys have been living together for over 3 months. It’s been pretty good, considering the fact that Jason has been working night shifts from his job. You never noticed how many times he gets hurts on his job, with the amount of times he comes home bruised and bloody. You are concerned. Hell, you were just flat out worried. You don’t say anything though.If he’s happy, then you are happy. Besides, you have your own little hobby after he leaves for work.

You grab your (f/c) towel and wrap it around you. You then walk into the bedroom to help Jason look for his shoes. “Alright Jason. Last time I saw them, they were under the bed. So unless they got up and walked themselves straight out of that door, they have to be under the bed.”

Jason didn’t say anything to you when you walked in. You thought it was strange because Jason is NEVER quiet. EVER.

“Jason? Are you alright?”

That is when you saw it. Your little “hobby” that you have worked hard on for almost a year. It was your box. And inside that box, there were photos. Not just any photos. Photos of the vigilante himself, Red Hood. Every night, you would go out and look for the Red Hood. where ever he was, just to snap a photo of him. Whether it was fighting a bad guy or protecting a citizen, you were there with your camera getting every heroic deed. And now your boyfriend has found your little secret.

He looked at you with questioning eyes and all you could do was shrug. “You mind explaining these?”

You walked over your drawer and pulled out some underwear. “Where should I begin?”

“The beginning would be fine.”

You sighed as you looked for your favorite pair of underwear. “I’ve been taking pictures of the Red Hood.”

“For how long?”

“A little over a year.” You found your underwear and pajamas and motioned with your finger to tell Jason to turn around. When he did, you proceeded dressing. “It was a little bit before we were dating.”

“I can see that.” He sat on the bed and looked at some more photos. When you were done dressing, you came to sit next to him and looked at the picture he was looking at.

“This one was one of my favorites.” You said, grabbing the picture from him. “He was saving a little girl from a burning building on this date. I think it was April 23rd.”

“Do you have a crush on the Red Hood or something?” he asked, getting tense.

You looked at him questioningly. “It’s not like I have a crush on him. I admire him. He does a lot of good for the city.”

“But you know he is a bad guy right?” he said, “He killed a lot of people, ruled over crime bosses. Hell, even almost killed Batman. How could you admire him.”

You shrugged again. “Yeah well, I only get the good shots of him. He still does good deeds. He’s like Batman, but not in way. Batman puts fear into his enemies but Red Hood does things that Batman won’t do. He also does some heroic stuff of his own, Jason. Sure he’s done a lot of wrong but…” You took another picture out of the box and showed it to Jason. It was a picture of him hugging the little girl. “…he does a lot of good for the city too. I admire him Jason. I really do. I hope one day I could meet hi-.”

Jason interrupted you with a kiss. It wasn’t his usual kiss that he gave you. This one was like a sigh of relief kind of kiss. You didn’t know why he would feel that way but you gladly took the kiss anyway and holding him tight.

“You know I think you are crazy right?” he replied after the kiss.

“You’re the crazy one if it gets you hot and bothered from me talking about another man.” you replied. You got up from the bed and headed towards the living room. “I’m gonna order a pizza for dinner and put Netflix on. That cool?”

He smirked. “Sounds like a perfect Netflix and Chill night.”

“Say that again and you won’t get any “chill” tonight.” you said, smacking your ass as you walked away towards the living room.

He looked at all the photos again as he put them all back into the box. He would tell you that he was Red Hood eventually, but right now he just wants you to be able to live a normal life. Though hearing you say all that stuff about him and how you admire him, makes him feel a little more better about himself.

“Damn I’m so photogenic. I beat Dick by a mile. Can’t wait to tell him this.” He put the box under the bed and headed towards the living room with you.

Sirius Imagine 6

Request: Hey it’s my birthday and I was wondering if you could do a Sirius x reader but it includes all the marauders and it’s just really fluffy and sweet but Sirius is I dunno he’s just the best

lol i 100% agree he is the best. and happy bday!!! sorry this took so long I’ve been super busy and i have to do my requests in order :( but anyways i hope u like this!!! 


“Y/n!” 

You looked around, trying to find whoever was shouting.

“Y/n!!!”

You looked around the Great Hall again.

“Over here! Over here!”

You saw James Potter waving his arms frantically. Remus was sitting next to him, his face red with laughter as he and Peter were watching Sirius with his head in the hands, like he was trying to hide from the world.

You walked over to the Marauder’s slightly confused. You could never be too careful around them, and prepared yourself for a prank as you approached the table.

“Hey guys,” you said, sitting down slowly next to Sirius.

James, Remus, and Peter were giggling like idiots and Sirius was trying to hide in his cloak.

“Y/n,” Remus said laughing, “Gue-guess what Padfoot just said.”

Sirius groaned and you got a glimpse of his beet-red face when he wiped his face with his hands.

“What?” You asked, suddenly curious.

“H-he, h-he- Oh Merlin I can’t,” Remus fell over.

“He said-” Peter began but James cut him off, howling with laughter.

“You, and I quote, make him ‘feel like the sun is always shining on his heart.’”

Sirius let his head fall onto the table and groaned. 

You laughed, “Aw, how cute. Someone’s got a crush!!”

Sirius lifted his head up and glared at you, he was still blushing furiously and trying not to laugh from embarrassment, “You’re my girlfriend!!”

“Still..” you winked at him.

“Ughhh!! I hate you,” Sirius put his head back down on the table. 

You put your head on the table next to his and he moved his so that the two of you were looking at each other.

You both remained silent for a moment and then both exploded into laughter. 

You both sat up and after you quit laughing you smiled at him, “Do I really make you feel like that?”

He moved his face closer to yours and winked, “All the time.”


ok so this is short but its super cute!! happy birthday!!

Asshole

Pairing:  older!Damian Wayne x reader

Relationship: romantic

Request: yes, by anonymous.

Plot:  Based on prompts 2 (moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed) and 3 (kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s) from the kissing prompts,

Key: [Y/N] = your name, [H/C] = hair colour

Words: 872

A/N: I hope whoever requested this likes it! I’m sorry it took so long, it took me a while to find a direction in which to take it, that I liked.


“You’re an asshole!” [Y/N]’s anger caused their words to come out in a growl as they stood with their arms crossed over their chest and their eyes glared daggers into the head of the raven haired man in front of them.

Damian let out a sigh and turned to face their companion now, having previously turned away from them as he returned his book to the shelf, “And you’re insufferable.” With a roll of their eyes, [Y/N] walked, well more stalked with heavy footsteps, towards Damian, the glare they previously held forming into a look of disbelief as their hands also feel from their crossed position as they took one of their fingers and jabbed it into the chest of the tall man.

“I was doing perfectly fine on my own before you intervened.” Another stab of their finger to their chest,”You are the reason I am now of patrol for two weeks.” Again, [Y/N] stabbed their finger into Damian’s chest while their voice continued to lower into an almost growl. “I would not have gotten injured if you had left damn well alone.”

As they went to jab at him again, Damian grabbed [Y/N]’s finger in his hand as his gaze turned into a small glare and he looked down at them. “If I hadn’t intervened you would be dead.” With a scoff, [Y/N] moved back and rolled their eyes once again, “That’s bull and you know it Damian. How are we supposed to work as partners if you don’t trust me to take care of myself?”

Walking backwards, [Y/N] ran their hands through their hair in frustration and looked around the room. “Maybe…” This time, instead of the low growl that had left their lips only a minute before, [Y/N]’s voice came out in a small whisper, “Maybe you’re dad was right.”

Damian looked at them with shock as his eyes widened, his father had said something to them when they were teenagers and first started dating and he continued to repeat his thought throughout the time that the pair had been dating, “Maybe we shouldn’t be working together if we’re a couple.”

Brushing a stray strand of [H/C] behind their ear, [Y/N] looked to the ground avoiding the gaze of Damian as he moved closer to them. “Do not say that Beloved.” He wrapped his arms around their smaller frame and pulled them close to his body, “We work best together, we push each other to do better.”

With a sigh, [Y/N] nodded. They knew he was right, they worked best together and were each others perfect partner in crime but it could get a bit hard when their feelings for each other got in the way during a fight. Like it had tonight.

Placing his hands on the sides of [Y/N]’s face, he forced them to look him in the eyes, “I am sorry for tonight.” [Y/N] nodded and wrapped their arms around his neck, “I’m sorry too.”

With a small smile in recognition of the apology, Damian leaned down and pressed a kiss to their lips. The kiss was meant to be an innocent kiss to show his love, but he guessed they were both pretty frustrated after the fight and so that frustration quickly turned to passion as Damian started pushing [Y/N] backwards towards the desk in the library.

In the process, he managed to nearly trip on a potted plant and fall directly on top of [Y/N] but he managed to save it last minute so that neither of them fell. This caused the kiss to break as small laughs broke out between the two of them before their lips found each others again.

This time, the kiss was slightly more frenzied as they battled for dominance and [Y/N] arched their body into Damians, fitting perfectly in the curve of his chest as he was leaning down to kiss them. Damian took advantage of this and lifted them into his arms so he could set them down on the desk quite easily, and when he did the couple separated momentarily to clear the desk of whatever was on it, throwing it to the floor in their haste. Which might not have been the best decision.

But in that moment they didn’t care, as Damian moved to lay [Y/N] with their back on the wood of the desk as he moved to trail kisses down their neck and his hands moved to lift their shirt ever so slowly to expose the skin of their stomach and chests.  Of course, the pair were too distracted to hear the bang on the floor beside them and the bang from outside the door as Damian’s older brothers feel to the floor after trying to spy on the two.

What did, however, break them apart was the voice of Alfred as he chastised them for breaking something and almost causing the boys to break something. They winces slightly at this, but let out small embarrassed giggles as they sat up and looked at the door imagining the scene outside it. Causing their giggles to evolve into full blown laughter.

Destruction, In The Name Of Love [Damon Salvatore x Reader].

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creator.


Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Hey could you please do a Damon Salvatore one shot where the reader is a newly turned vampire and she has a crush on Damon but thinks he’s so massively in love w/ Elena cuz she’s like this perfect vampire? So like in the beginning her humanity is on but eventually she gets fed up and turns it off & reeks havoc? & like Damon was helping her adjust…hope that makes sense haha but yea in the end the end up together please? I also don’t mind whoever writes it. Both of u r great writers!

A/N: Oh goodness! There’s so much within this request and definitely a lot of places I can take this; which is really good! I’m so proud of this, I think it’s my best Damon one so far. Thanks so much for requesting, I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with! Thanks also for your kind words, Admin Kat and I really appreciate them! - Admin Erika💖  


Title: Destruction, In The Name Of Love [Damon Salvatore x Reader].

Type of piece: Fic.

Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Reader, hints of Elena x Damon (the reader thinks they’re in love).

Word Count: 1,888 words.

Warnings: Thoughts of unrequited love, possible violence because of humanity being turned off, not much fluff, more angst but happy ending. (Let me know if I’ve forgotten anything, love’s.)

Disclaimer: I don’t own TVD but L. J. Smith does!


You looked after Damon, watching as he walked away, counting each step he took without consciously realising it. You sighed, a ball of tension settling deep in your gut as you once again reminded yourself that Damon was in love with Elena and could never fall in love with someone like you. There was no way that you could ever compare to someone like Elena; she was beautiful, smart, popular, and you were… well, you.

The tension in your gut moved, churning in your stomach and making you feel sick. It’d been so long since you’d acknowledged your feelings for Damon, and yet you still hadn’t come clean about them to him. You’d told Stefan, who had been sworn to secrecy on pain of spilling his embarrassing secrets. Stefan had told you to give it time, and you had. But how much time? You’d given it years, waiting for your feelings for Damon to die down, fizzle out, but they hadn’t. If anything, all you’d seen him go through had just solidified, strengthened your feelings for him. There was no end in sight for you.

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anonymous asked:

if you're still taking requests, how about noct and prompto (or whoever really) in the winged!au? only if you feel like it, of course ^_^ you have a lovely art style, and your colouring is goals tbh. anyway, hope you have a good night!

this was such a lovely ask! thank you so much! I hope you’re having a good day and that you like this picture! here’s Noctis being hurled up off the ground by his best friend in the winged!au

Feel Something

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Characters: Sam x Siren!Reader, Dean, OFC

Word Count: 2002

Warnings: Spn-like death/murder/violence, Angst, Some Fluff

Request: This idea may seem weird but what if reader is a mermaid. Now stay with me I know you already thinking this idea is crazy but let me elaborate. Reader is a mermaid who feeds off of people’s thoughts. And she believes that she isn’t harming anyone but when people started dying from like brain deca that’s when the duo goes to investigate. Idk this idea came to me after I watched Just My Imagination and this is really long but can you make this happen. Pairing whoever you want(please pick Sam)

A/N: @diesintheshower, I’m so sorry this took forever.  My life kind of spiraled out of control there for a while.  But I really did love your request!  I hope you like this/ I did didn’t muck it up.


You stirred your latte, drawing patters in the foam.

You feigned attention to your book, to your coffee, pretending you were paying attention to anything but the man across from you.  

Still, you found yourself staring at him more than you should be.

Another man would have thought you were flirting with him.  But he was a writer and had eyes only for his work.  What was more, he was in love with one of his characters.  You could feel it, see it in his mind.  

You delved deep into his thoughts, into his work, drinking in the new ideas and the new stories he’d brought with him to the coffee shop today.

He came here daily, to write uninterrupted.  

And you came here daily to feel his stories, to feed off that creative drive.  

You drew your spoon from your coffee, wiping the foam off on a napkin before taking in your reflection in its convex surface. 

Your reflection, a siren’s reflection.

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Momma Hale

Originally posted by procrastinationismyfriend

Tagged peeps: @sallyp-53 @december-sunrise @beaconhills17@winchesterreid@helvonasche@fly-f0rever @kaitlynnlovegood

Characters: Y/n, Scott, Stiles, Liam, Derek(mentioned)

Pairing: Derek x Y/n (Female Reader)

Word count:815

Warning: Swearing, fluff, cuteness 

Summary: Scott and Stiles require Y/n’s help when they have a frightened Liam in the bathtub. 

A/N: This is based on a request i got from an anon-I absolutely love love your pack mom series. Could I request something similar with a female reader like at the beginning of season 4 Scott and stiles kidnap Liam and Scott calls the reader telling her to come attend a “pack mom” or “momma hale” emergency? Thanks x

There were additional info i was given, but I can’t be bothered to add them into the A/N, but i did stick to them mostly. So i hope u like this, whoever requested it. 

Also read my other series The Beginning Of The End- Part 1 link. other parts found in the masterlist below.

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“Shit, what the hell are we meant to do?” Stiles whispered to Scott, afraid someone might hear them despite the fact that the only person other than them that was in the house was the poor boy they had tied up and duct taped in the bathtub.

They wracked their brains, wondering how to sort this out. They couldn’t call Scott’s mom or sheriff, they’d go crazy. Lydia would just give them a lecture. Everyone else was basically useless when it came to things like this.

“You think we should call her?” Stiles asked, knowing she would be the best one to help.

“I don’t know, won’t she tell him?”

“If we ask her not to, she won’t”.

Scott nodded, grabbing his phone and handing it to Stiles, who dialled the number and waited for her to answer.

“Stiles, why are you calling?” she asked.

“Hey Momma Hale, listen so we kinda have a situation over here and we were hoping for some help”

“Wait, what’s happened? Do you want me to send Derek over?” she began panicking thinking maybe someone was after them again.

“What?! No no. Don’t send Derek over. We just need you here. Now please” he begged.

She agreed, leaving Derek in the loft as she placed a kiss on her husband’s lips and took the car, driving over to Scott’s house.

“Guys, what did you need?” she shouted as she made her way into the house. The boys rushed downstairs, seeing the woman and pulling her up into the bathroom. Pulling the shower curtain back, they revealed the frightened, freaked out boy sat there, looking at them like they were all crazy.

“What the hell Scott, who the fuck is this?!” she yelled, appalled that this boy was in the bath, obviously unwillingly.

Scott looked at her wide eyed. He hated getting scolded by her. Being the wife of Derek Hale, y/n was actually a whole lot nicer. But at the same time, when she needed to, she was a whole lot more frightening than Derek, even if she wasn’t a supernatural creature of any sort.

“He-he’s the new kid i-in school” he stuttered out, terrified of what she might do. “He-he’s suspicious, I think he might be a werewolf” he said in a hushed whisper, making sure the boy didn’t hear.

Y/n rolled her eyes, knowing this innocent kid most likely was not a werewolf at all.

“Just-just get out” she sighed, pushing the two moronic boys she had come to love out of the bathroom and shutting the door. Turning back towards the other boy in the tub, she kneeled and attempted to calm him slightly.

“Hi there sweetie. I’m y/n. I’m gonna take the duct tape off now. Is that ok?” she asked, her voice gentle and calm. The boy nodded, hoping she wasn’t going to hurt him. She didn’t seem like she would. She seemed nice.

Y/n moved forward and removed the duct tape from his mouth, smiling at him when he thanked her.

“What’s your name sweetheart?”

“Li-Liam. Liam Dunbar” he answered, still slightly frightened.

She smiled at him, attempting to ease his fear.

“Hi Liam. Listen I don’t know what those two morons thought they were doing” she said as she began removing the massive amount of tape from his body, “but they were just being silly I think. No one’s gonna hurt you sweetie. I promise you that” she said as she ran a hand through his soft hair.

He closed his eyes at the feeling, knowing he was going to be safe. After she removed the tape, he clung to her side, grabbing onto her hand as she opened the door, Scott and stiles standing from the bed and stepping forward.

“Ah ah. I don’t think so. You idiots stay here. I’m gonna take him back home and then were gonna have a chat. Is that understood” she asked, her voice stern and strict.

The boys dropped their heads, ashamed and embarrassed, nodding and mumbling yeses.

“Good. Come on now sweetie, let’s get you home” she said, taking Liam to the car and driving him home, Scott and Stiles dreading her return, knowing they were in for a good ass whooping from their Momma.

“Thank you for that” Liam said as she drove, grateful for her help.

“No problem sweetie”.

“Can I ask-why do they call you Momma Hale?” the boy asked, curious as to the origin of the nickname.

Y/n chuckled, “My husband is Derek Hale. He’s sort of the ‘leader’, if you will, of their little group. So I’m Momma”.

Liam nodded as she pulled up to his driveway.

“Thank you. You’d make a really good Momma” he commented, climbing out of the car and walking into the house.

Y/n smiled at the compliment, her hand rubbing her belly, knowing she would be a real Momma in six months’ time.


So yea, fluffiness, even though Derek isn’t actually in this, i had to make me happy with him, cos it’s Derek 

Obvious: A Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Request from Anon: Stiles being jealous because you spend a lot of time with Theo and then admitting his love for you when you two get in an argument and you just kissing him because you actually love him as well

First things first…STYDIA IS REAL CAN I CRY NOW PLEASE THANK YOU I’M SO HAPPY AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH (So naturally the gif below used and it’s appropriate).

Secondly, whoever requested this, I’m sorry it’s taken a while, I’ve been bogged down with so much coursework, but I hope you and whoever else reads it likes it! Enjoy x 

It was obvious. 

Stiles was jealous. 

He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help the way he felt. Especially when it was Theo the girl he loved was hanging around with. 

Especially when the girl he loved was Y/N. 

He couldn’t help the way his heart beat sped up every time he saw her. He couldn’t help the way the anger flowed through him every time he saw her with Theo. 

He’d already wanted to punch the guy in the face. Now that desire was just so much worse. 

He was watching them now. Y/N and Theo. They were standing against the lockers, him being his smug, stupid self, and her being the perfect human being he knew her to be. 

The small things that nobody noticed about Y/N were the things that Stiles deemed to be obvious. The way her mouth would quirk up at the corner when she smiled, the way she’d tuck her hair behind her ear when she was nervous, the way her eyes would gleam when she was talking about something she was passionate about.

These were the things Stiles noticed. The obvious things. 

It was what also led him to notice that she didn’t tuck that lock of hair behind her ear this time. It was Theo who did that. 

And that was what led Stiles to lose it. 

He marched over, grabbing the front of Theo’s shirt and pushing him against the lockers, the noise reverberating through the corridors of Beacon Hills High School. 

“What’s the matter, Stilinski? Jealous?”

Yes. Oh my god, yes. 

Stiles was about to respond with a simple fist to that smarmy bastard’s face, but was pulled away by a fuming Y/N. 

Her nostrils flared, and her eyes were full of fire. Any normal person would have been scared, but Stiles was far from normal. All it did was make him love her more. 

She pulled him into the nearest classroom before she spoke.

“What the hell was that, Stiles?”

Stiles didn’t answer.

“He’s my friend! I know you don’t like him, but God, that was just petty! What the hell is your problem?”

Stiles thought for a moment before answering. He was going to come up with some lame excuse and let her be angry at him for all the wrong reasons. But instead, he figured that now was a better time than any to tell her.

To tell her the truth. 

“I love you,” he mumbled, meeting her eyes. Her perfect, oval shaped eyes with their angel-like glint that made his heart flutter. 

“What?”

He shrugged. 

“That’s it. That’s my problem. I love you. I’ve always-”

He didn’t have time to finish his declaration of love as he found Y/N’s hands on his cheeks and her lips on his own. 

She was kissing him.

Y/N was kissing Stiles. 

Y/N’s heart had done somersaults when Stiles had told him he loved her. She just couldn’t help but kiss him. 

Because the truth was that she loved him too. More than anything.

Kissing him was more than she could have imagined. The way his lips melded perfectly with hers, the way his hands rested against the small of her back, the way their foreheads rested together when they’d both pulled apart for air. 

It was like a dream. Except it was reality. 

“What was that for?” Stiles whispered, his eyes closing as Y/N’s breath fanned over his face. 

“Because I love you too,” she whispered back. 

Stiles pecked her on the nose, fully savoring her words. She loved him. She actually loved him. 

He laughed.

“Why are you laughing?” she inquired, her thumb stroking his cheek as she worshiped the moment, never wanting it to end. 

“You love me. You actually love me.”

“Yeah. I know Stiles.”

“I just can’t believe it, that’s all.”

“Why not? I thought it was obvious.”

anonymous asked:

ooo if you're still doing requests could u do a fakehaus kovic please??? thank u so much :0 <3

I know Adam is usually the boss or sad badass of fakehaus situations but. Nerdy hacker boy Adam who never leaves the haus apartment and who helps with heists in a tshirt and boxers and has adopted 4 cats since moving in and is basically the mom/beloved housewife of the crew