so i hope whoever requested this likes it

anonymous asked:

REDDIE PROMPT WHERE THEYRE IN COLLEGE AND RICHIE IS ALWAYS LATE TO SCHOOL AND EDDIE IS JUST LIKE THIS GUY IS CUTE SO LEMMIE JUST,, “HEY DUDE,, YOU NEED A RIDE OR SOME SHIT??” AND THATS HOW THEY END UP MAKING OUT AND ~STUFF IN EDDIES CAR, SKIPPING CLASS THE NEXT DAY

Okay so first off I’m really sorry that this took me so long to get to whoever requested it. this was seriously one of the first requests I got and I should have tried to get it done sooner. that being said I really liked how it turned out and I hope everyone does too!!


Eddie, like most university students absolutely hated morning classes. He seriously had no clue why they were a thing. It should be a law that school can’t start until 9AM. Minimum.

He blamed Bill for the early morning torture he had signed up for. Bill didn’t want to take creative writing alone and since it technically fulfilled Eddie’s English credit requirement, Eddie thought it would be a good idea.

He was completely wrong.

So now instead of having a nice relaxing morning to sleep in he had to wake up at 6 in the morning and drive for 45 minutes in morning traffic, all while hating himself, just to sit through a class that he didn’t really like.

It’s not that he didn’t like it exactly. He just never had anything to write about. Bill could just pull ideas out of his ass while had Eddie struggled to think of a topic for the prompt “Write anything”. There was a reason Eddie had gone the medical route. All he had to do for that was know stuff, and seeing that his mother had basically made him live in the ER when he was younger, he knew quite a bit.

Eddie sat at his desk with his head down, his arms wrapped around him, blocking any light from hitting his eyes. He popped one eye out when he heard something being placed in front of him.

Bill had arrived offering a peace treaty of coffee and a bagel for the campus coffee shop. Eddie reached his hand out and pulled the bagel into his little ‘cave’, nibbling on it sleepily. Bills morning treats were one of the two things Eddie liked about this class.

“Oh come on Eddie, waking up early isn’t that bad.” Bill chirped, much too lively for Eddie to handle at the current time.

“That’s because you’re used to it with your stupid hikes and stuff,” Eddie grumbled pulling the coffee towards him, he was going to try to drink it with his head still down but decided he wanted to start the morning drinking the coffee, not wearing it. So he sat up and rested his head on his hand, looking over at Bill.

“If you came with me sometime, you’d also be okay with waking up early.” Bill replied taking his seat beside Eddie and pulling a binder out of his bag.

Eddie just responded with a sound and reached down to pull his binder out as well.

The teacher started class shortly after that, something about antagonists. The coffee was really doing its job, and Eddie slowly felt less like he wanted to kill someone and more like a solid punch would be okay.

About 20 minutes into the teacher talking and taking mindless notes, the door handle clicked and the door swung open. Since the door was at the front of the room everyone’s attention turned from the teacher to the guy at the door.

He was the other thing Eddie like about the class.

So what if Eddie had a crush on some guy he’d never spoken to, he wasn’t afraid to admit it. accept he was. Not even Bill, who he would consider his best friend knew about the weird crush he had on the guy from their creative writing class that would always come in late.

Like seriously it was almost impressive how consistently late he was.

“Mr. Tozier. Please take your seat.” The teacher instructed without looking over at the door.

Eddie had found out his name was Richie by maybe Facebook stalking him the first time he had heard his last name.

Richie saluted to the teacher and crossed the room to his seat at the back corner of the room. Eddie slyly turned his head to watch him walk to his desk. He fist bumped with the redhead he always sat with as he took his seat.

Eddie assumed that was his girlfriend by the way they acted together. That didn’t mean he couldn’t look, right?

So that was how Eddie spent most of his mornings, barely listening to lectures and sneakily glancing over his shoulder at the hot guy that sat at the back of the class. Once Richie got there the class seem to move a lot faster.

The teacher wrapped up her lesson and dismissed everyone. Eddie had been zoning out looking out the window for the past ten minutes so when Bill shook his shoulder his head jerked down in surprise. Everyone was packing up.

He was looking up at Bill confused when he heard a laugh come from the back of the room. He looked over his shoulder to see Richie covering his mouth with his hand and staring right at him.

Eddie quickly spun around to face the front of the room.

Had he zoned out staring at Richie? He didn’t think so but he couldn’t be sure. Great now Richie was going to think he was some weirdo who stares at people blankly during class. He shot out of his chair, threw his backpack on, and grabbed his binder from the desk. Rushing out of the room, leaving a very confused Bill at behind.

He stopped when he was in the hallway and moved out of the way of other students trying to get to class. Leaning against the wall he waited for Bill, hoping he would get the memo and hurry after him before Richie left the classroom.

Of course he didn’t and Eddie stood there, sinking further down the wall, trying to be as unnoticeable as possible when Richie and the red head walked out of the class and right passed him. The girl was talking as they passed but Richie turned from her to look straight at Eddie and laugh.

Eddie was sure his face was bright red. How was he supposed to come to class after this?

Bill followed shortly after and found Eddie by the wall, red-faced and slightly freaking out. The two left the building, Eddie refusing to explain to Bill what was going on. They meet Mike out on campus and walked to the next class together.

Eddie felt like he was having a midlife crisis at twenty. He made it through the rest of the day and headed home that evening dreading coming back to school the next day.

But of course the next day came. And Eddie hated missing classes, even stupid morning ones where the guy he liked was there and would probably laugh at him and God Eddie really hoped Bill brought something really good this morning because the other reason he went to this class was really stressing him out. The weather mimicked his mood as it began to rain.

He resentfully got into his car and realized he was actually earlier than usual. Great, so now he was going to get to class extra early and have to sit there and wait for like half an hour. 

Absolutely not.

Eddie decided to take a longer route than he normally did, hopefully killing enough time so that he would just get to class on time.

He turned down an unfamiliar road and followed it for a bit. Getting slightly lost and unable to see the street signs through the rain. He turned down another side street, this one seeming to be completely dead. Completely dead except for a single person walking along the sidewalk.

They had a hood pulled over their head and they were soaking wet.

Why would anyone be walking right now, there were bus stops everywhere and by how wet they were, it was pretty obvious that they had been walking for a while.

Eddie slowed his car down and watched them. It wasn’t until he got relatively close that he realized who it was.

Of fucking course, it was Richie. Who else would it be. Eddie must have pissed off some god. what else would explain the slim chance that the one person he was trying to avoid was the only person walking down a street that Eddie never went down.

He was about to step on the gas and get as far away as he could but stopped when he noticed Richie shivering.

It was too early to be dealing with moral dilemmas. Eddie slowed his car down even more and stayed about a car length behind Richie as he walked. Maybe he had his car park somewhere up here and was just walking to it.

“I’m not being creepy; I’m being a concerned classmate.” Eddie justified to himself as he followed Richie for another block.  

When two more blocks passed Eddie was convinced Richie planned to walk the whole way. But there was no way, the university campus was still another fifteen-minute drive.

Eddie took a deep breath and speed up a bit coming to a stop a little in front of Richie. He rolled his window down and stuck his head just out of the window

“Hey there.” He called, immediately mentally slapping himself. he probably looked like the biggest stalker right now.

Richie looked over at him confused before recognition filled his face and he pulled an earbud out and approached Eddie’s car.

“Hey yourself, you’re from writing class right?” Richie asked as he leaned an arm on the top of Eddie’s car. Eddie honestly didn’t know which would have been worse. If he recognized him or if he didn’t. this was pretty bad.

“Yeah,” Eddie said laughing awkwardly. This was worst. “So um, are you planning on walking to class today?” He continued, trying to get right to the point. Eddie wasn’t the best “small talker”.

“Yeah, I was. It is such a beautiful day. Shame to waste it.” Richie joked nodding up towards the sky. Eddie laughed awkwardly again. He wasn’t serious, was he. Eddie wasn’t 100% sure but he figured it would take another 30 to 45 minutes to get to the campus from here.

“I’m heading that way if you want to um, catch a ride with me or something,” Eddie asked.

Richie stared down at him and smiled.

“I’d get your car all wet. But thanks for the offer. I’ll see you in class.” Richie said as he pushed off from Eddie car and headed back to the sidewalk. Eddie didn’t move for a few seconds before inching forward and stopping just in front of Richie again.

“This cars pretty shitty already, and if you walk from here you’ll be late.” Eddie pointed out

“But if I’m not late what will your excuse be for watching me walk to my seat.” Richie laughed as Eddie’s face lit up. He started to stutter which only made Richie laugh harder.

“Okay, okay I’ll take the ride if you calm down, I was just joking,” Richie said between breaths as he approached the car, this time rounding the front. Eddie rolled his window up gawking at where Richie had been. He saw his reflection in the closed window and saw how red his face was. Well, he had gotten what he wanted.

Richie pulled the passenger seat open shook off as much water as he could before entering the car.

Without saying anything, Eddie stepped on the gas and sped off towards school.

“So do you offer rides to all the boys you stare at or am I just special?” Richie asked after a few minutes of silence past between them. Eddie’s eyes widened as he drove.

“I don’t stare at you.” Eddie defended, biting his lip.

“You sure about that?” Richie laughed, looking at the side of Eddie’s face. Eddie could see the disbelieving look Richie was giving him from the corner of his eye.

“Okay, so what if I stare at you.” Eddie challenged. He had no clue where the sudden confidence was coming from but he knew that he needed it to get through the rest of this car ride.

Richie looked taken aback by his answer for a second before a smile broke out across his face.

“I do too.” He said, still grinning at Eddie. Eddie turned his head from the road to look over at Richie in surprise.

“W-what” He stuttered, turning back to face the road when he almost ran into the car in front of him.

Richie laughed again from beside him.

“Yeah, all the time. You do some pretty cute things in class. Like almost falling asleep.” Richie turned to look out the front window. “I was going to talk to you after class yesterday actually, but you looked like you were going through some stuff.”

Eddie was beyond confused. Was he on some kind of TV show. There was no way that this was his real life right now. Eddie made the turn into the student parking lot and pulled into his parking spot.

“That was umm, nothing. Forget about yester…” Eddie said turning to face Richie, who had quietly moved his face so it was right in front of Eddie’s when he turned. Eddie froze and stared. Richie leaned in slightly closer

“I never asked for your name,” Richie whispered leaning in even closer.

“um, E-Eddie.” He whispered back, unable to move.

“well Eds, Thanks for the ride.” He placed his hand on Eddie’s thigh.

Eddie was the one who finally closed the gap between them. He softly pressed his lips against Richie. Richie hesitated for a second, thrown off my Eddie’s boldness but quickly gathered himself and pressed back.

The soft kiss quickly escalated into Richie leaning over the console to push Eddie back against the driver’s door. Eddie, not wanting to be upstaged in the impromptu make-out session was the one to intensify the kiss by licking his tongue along Richie’s bottom lip

Richie moaned at the feeling. He returned the favor by pressing Eddie harder into the door and exploring his mouth with his tongue.

This is really not how Eddie saw today going. Like, he wasn’t going to complain but it really was a curveball.

Eddie pushed on Richie’s shoulders and they separated, panting for breath but not moving too far from the other.

“Wait, wait. Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Eddie asked starting to panic. He was not down with being a homewrecker.

“Girlfriend? Who Bev?” Richie looked extremely confused and then he laughed loudly when Eddie blushed a deeper shade of red.

Richie raised his hand to Eddie’s cheek and kiss him lightly.

“Bev is like my best friend, almost like an annoying little sister. I’m only taking this class because of her.” He reassured before leaning in to kiss Eddie again. Eddie kissed back enthusiastically before abruptly pulling back.

“Fuck. Class.” Eddie shrieked looking down at the clock. They were ten minutes late to class.

“Shit.” Eddie reached into the back seat and grabbed his backpack before throwing the driver seat door open. Richie laughed as he watched him, and jumped out of the car. Eddie grabbed his hand instinctively and pulled him as he ran towards the English building.

He flung the classroom door open, dropping Richie’s hand and froze when everyone turned to stare at him. Eddie dropped his head and half ran over to his spot, where Bill was gaping up at him. Eddie dropped down beside him and hid his face in his arms.

A second later he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll take another ride sometime,” Richie whispered into his ear as he walked past him towards his seat.

Eddie’s entire face lit up but he smiled into his arms.

Today definitely didn’t turn out the way he thought it would. And he was definitely okay with that.


Hope everyone liked it!


Tag list (I’ll get it right this time!)

@smol-and-annoying @donvex @richietoaster @reddieornotasshole @williumbyers @eds-trashmouth @curlylemonhead @gazebo-reddie  

“It’s My Job” protective!harry

Authors Note: Guess who’s back after a long ass hiatus. I had some free time and magically got a request so I'm convinced that yall can feel my lack of busyness. Anyways here it is I hope you enjoy, this is dedicated to my baby Carolina aka @antisocialandcute stay strong babes and I love you.Credits to whoever created the gif, I legit got it off google search lol/ Enjoy and find more of my writing here 

Warnings: Mild violence

Request:  Could you write something about a similar situation happening in between harry and the misses like the one that happened with louis and el at the airport? Maybe a bad fan experience and and protective!harry?


To say that you were two were tired would be a complete understatement. The travel back from Holmes Chapel back to New York wore you out every time you and Harry chose to visit Anne and his family. You spent most of your flight snuggling into each other and catching blissful Zzzs as your private plane took you home. But alas your privacy wouldn’t last long, after your seven and half hour flight you still had to make it through the terminal and drive home. This wouldn’t be that big of a challenge, except your boyfriend just so happens to be Harry Styles and traveling with him means being met with annoying paps and angsty fans at almost every corner. You held onto Harry’s as you entered the terminal, he kept you behind but as close as he could knowing how bad it can get when the paps are involved. It was not long before you two finally encountered a pap, Harry tried his best to use his charm giving the pap a wave and a half-hearted cheeky smile but it wasn’t enough. This pap was determined to bother you, his camera constantly flashing in your direction shouting your name and snapping at you to get your attention as if you wee some type of dog.

“(Y/N)!(Y/N)!(Y/N! Look over here doll face!  I won’t bite hard cutie!”

You heard Harry let out a small growl, the tone territorial and annoyed. He pulled you in front of him swiftly, his forearm securely wrapped around your torso.

“Listen to me kitten, I need you to go ahead of me”, he whispered in your ear.

“Wha-Why? “

“I’m going to get rid of this asshole and once I do I will be right back beside you”, he glared at the pap as he continued his slur of perverted comments.

“Are you sure”.

“ ‘solutely, I’m right behind you love.just speed walk as fast as you can and I’ll be there soon”, he assured you. You nodded your head agreeing to the plan, Harry placed a kiss on your forehead before letting you go from his grasp.

You immediately began to pick up your speed, trying your hardest to not look back at Harry and the pap. So caught up in your own movement you didn’t realize that the pap was the least of your problems. The fans caught word that you and Harry were now exiting the terminal, while some were lined up outside two had found their way to the gate you had exited from.

“(Y/N)! Can we get a picture please”

Despite the pap situation, you didn’t see the harm in taking 2 minutes to take a picture with the two fans.

“Why of course”, you smiled walking toward the girls. As one girl held up her camera and posed with you other went behind the two of you.

It all happened too fast. The camera went off. You let out a small laugh. Next thing you knew you were on the floor. The girl behind you had pulled your hair and the one by your side had smashed your face with her phone.

Your initial shock prevented you from reacting, but you heard Harry’s voice yelling your name which instantly snapped you out of your shock. You brought yourself to your feet, the girls’ steel crowding around wiggling as you gained your balance.  

You felt the anger rush over you but just before you could swing your arm to clock one of the girls in the jaw, Harry had already come running toward you picking you up and pulling you away from the girls.

“What’s wrong(Y/N), can’t defend yourself”

“She always makes Harry do all the work, lazy bitch”

You pushed against Harry trying to break from his grasp. “Harry let me go! Let me go! They can’t just get away with that”. Harry placed you down and cupped your cheeks, still holding you back from attacking the girls.

“(Y/N) look at me. Hey hey look at me !”, you tried your best keep from making eye contact with him. You never got angry or cared about what people have to say for the most part, but this was different. They touched you and that couldn’t be taken lightly.

“(Y/N) please. I will never let anyone hurt you again, that starts by getting you out of here. ‘S not worth it”.

You knew he was right and you hated him and loved him for it.You let out a huff,”Okay let’s go “.

He placed a kiss on your forehead and whispered a thank you before wrapping his arm around you and guiding you out of the terminal

Once you two arrived home, Harry treated you to a bubble bath and your favorite takeout. He apologized over and over again for not being there when you needed him most, each time you shut him down not wanting him to feel guilty for something he could not control. As Harry washes the dishes, you walked into the kitchen and wrapped your arms around his torso.

”Thank you”, you mumbled as you kissed bicep.

”For what”, he turned  around placing a kiss on your lips and stroking your

“Protecting me today”, you smiled as you looked up into his eyes.

Harry let out a slight snicker, making you smile slightly fall

“What’s so funny?”, you pouted crossing your arms”

“You thanking me for doing my job”. His hands pulled your arms apart pulling you close to him.

“Well I like being polite”

“And I like protecting my baby”, Harry smile beamed down at you before leaning down and kissing your lips.

best friend!mark lee

• lame
• honestly the lamest boy ever
• but like the literal best friend you will ever have
• refers to you as a square
• because one time you couldn’t come to the party
• and because you weren’t there you’re a square !!!!!!!!!
• always has snacks on him
• insists it’s because he gets hungry
• but it’s more like he knows you love snacks

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It always happens in the garden

Originally posted by maryxglz

Request: Jealous!Loki x reader

Author’s Note: Finally after a very long time and overcoming a writers block tonight, I am able to post this :)  So this was requested, there weren’t any specifics, so I hope whoever requested this, likes it 😊 And again, leave comments or feedback or whatever you like 😊 And I would like to get a feedback from the ano that requested it. Thank and Enjoy!

Love, Lis 😊

Growing up with Loki meant having a different adventure every day. Playing pranks on each other, but him playing unfair with his magic. After all he is the trickster. When you grew older the image of your “brother” and best friend, turned into your crush and then into a love. He was of course oblivious to it. He always showed off being the smart god, but when it got down to feelings he didn’t know a thing.

As you got older, you were getting closer with Thor, too. You were always his brothers best friend and the two of you played pranks on him, too. But now you were interested in fights, were the best at hand-to-hand combat and he got more and more interested in you, which didn’t go unnoticed by his father Odin.

And here you are, practicing hand-to-hand combat with Loki as his brother rushes to the two of you, calling out your name.

“Quite busy now Thor. What do you want?” you ask, dodging a punch from Loki, throwing one back at him, which he in return dodged.

“My father wants to see you.” He said, out of breath. That catches yours and Loki’s attention.

“The All-father wants to see me?!” you ask, getting nervous and glancing over at Loki, who looks at you confused.

“Did he tell you why he wants to see her?” Loki asks his brother, concern written all over his face.

“No, but he wants to see you right now, so you better hurry up.”

You give both of them another nervous glance and then hurry out of the room towards the great hall. The guards nod at you and open the door. You hurry inside and quickly kneel in front of the throne where Odin is seated.

“You send for me, all-father?” you ask, looking at the ground.

“I did, child. Let’s take a walk.” He says, standing up and making his way over to you. You look up and just nod at him.

“Of course.” You answer and he leads you out of the room towards the balcony and down to the garden. You stay quiet the whole time, waiting for him to talk and not even glancing at him, getting even more nervous, as he usually doesn’t take anyone on a stroll through the garden.

“You might ask yourself, why ordered you here.” He says.

“Yes, I do.” You say, still not looking at him.

“Well, it came to my attention that you spent a lot of time with my sons.” He says and you swallow  hard.

“I do, all-father.”

“And it came to my attention that my son, Thor, is rather fond of you.” He says and you shoot your head up looking at him surprised.

“I didn’t know, sire.”

“Well I do and I came to a decision, that you would be perfect at his side.” He says, stopping and looking at you. Your eyes widen and you don’t know what to say.

“A King needs a strong Queen, love. And you would be perfect for Thor.” He says with a slight smile.

“I-… I’m honored but …” you start but get interrupted by him.

“You don’t have to make a decision yet, because it has also come to my attention that you have a rather strong bond with Loki. But I do want you to accompany Thor to the ball tomorrow. Be by his side at all times and see where the evening leads you.” He says.

“Yes, I will.” You say and give him a slight nod. He bids you farewell and leaves you there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do or to say. You move over to a bench nearby and drop down to it.

You don’t know how long you have been sitting there, thinking about what Odin told you over and over, until you hear two sets of footsteps running in you direction. As Thor and Loki see you they both call out your name and rush to your side. You must have looked really pale, because Loki immediately kneels down in front of you and holds your face in his hands.

“Are you alright? What happened ? Where is our father?” he asks, looking for reassurance that you are okay in your eyes. You nod at him and put your hands over his, to assure him, that you are indeed alright.

“I’m fine, your father went back inside a long while ago.” You say.

“What did he want from you?” now it was Thor’s turn to talk.

“He wants me to accompany you to the ball tomorrow night.” You say, recognizing happiness in Thor’s eyes, but something else in Loki’s. Loki let’s go of your face and stands back up.

“Why?” Loki bluntly asks.

“I don’t know. He just said, that I would be great next to Thor.” And it hit Loki immediately.

“He wants you to get married to him.” He says, but it’s just above a whisper and he looks down to the ground.

“Yes.” You say, not being able to look at any of them.

Thor is a little taken aback, too but quickly recovers and smiles at both you and Loki, oblivious to the fact that he stands in front of two heartbroken souls.

The ball came even faster than you wanted it to be and now you are standing in the great hall, right next to Thor who had his arm around your waist, smiling politely at the people that he was talking to. You didn’t pay attention when they were introduced to you.

But since you arrived you had two sets of eyes on you the whole time. Odin and Loki have been watching you the whole time, from different parts of the room.

The whole situation made you uncomfortable and nervous and sick to your stomach. You couldn’t marry Thor, not in a thousand years. He was your best friend and more importantly your loves brother.

You feel like this night will never end and Thor keeps on introducing you to people and you don’t even make an effort at remembering their names. You hated balls and dressing up and pretending to like this all.

Loki new that, after all he was the closest to you. He had an eye on you since you walked in the room with Thor by your side and an arm wrapped around your waist. He saw that you never paid attention to what was being said, but still smiled at Thor whenever he looked at you. Now you are standing there wrapped in Thor’s arms as he keeps on talking. He feels this anger boiling up inside him. Why Thor? Because he was the first born? Why not him? Why would his father want you to marry Thor? Did he not deserve a wife like you?

Next time he looked over, his breath is caught in his throat. There you are, still wrapped in Thor’s arms as he gives you a kiss to your cheek. You close your eyes and smile and then start to giggle as Thor’s beard tickles your cheek, making Thor laugh, too.

Jealousy floods him, he throws a death stare into your direction and then to his father and stomps off, leaving the ball.

You stand there and just smile at Thor as he wraps both of his arms around you from behind. He keeps on talking and joking, but you are too caught up in your thoughts to bother. But then he smiles at you and you give him an assuring smile back. He leans down and gives you a kiss on your cheek, making you giggle, because of his beard. He chuckles, too and gives you a little squeeze.

But out of the corner of your eye, you see Loki. He gives you and Thor a death glare, then glances over to his father and leaves the room abruptly.

You free yourself of Thor’s arms and excuse yourself, hurrying behind Loki, knowing exactly that Odin is watching you.

You hurry outside and move down to the garden, knowing exactly where to find Loki. You see him standing with his back to you. You clear your throat and move closer to him.

“Don’t you have to be in my brother’s arms?” he asks.

“Not when my best friend needs me.” You say, stepping yet another step closer to him.

He doesn’t butch but sighs and drops his shoulders.

“I don’t need you and as far as I see, you have another best friend.” He answers.

You quickly walk up to him and wrap your arms around him from behind. He feel him tensing up but he doesn’t push you away. He just closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“I don’t want to be with Thor.” You say, pressing your cheek against his back.

“Didn’t look like it back then.”

“Odin wanted me to. He said I will have to accompany Thor and should stay by his side at all times.”

“You still didn’t mind, being wrapped in his arms and him smothering you with kisses.” He remarks and pushes your arms away and turns around, anger visibly seen on his face. And you can see jealousy, too. He moves to walk away and goes around you.

“I imagined it to be you.” You whisper, tears stinging in your eyes. Loki freezes in his steps and slowly turns around.

“Wh-What?” he whispers back.

Your eyes widen, you didn’t expect him to hear you. You turn around and look at him.

“I imagined it to be you. I don’t love Thor, I could never be with him.” You honestly say to him.

He takes two steps to you and cups your face in his hands and gently presses his lips onto yours. You immediately relax into his touch. After a little moment the two of you part and he presses his forehead against yours. You both keep your eyes shut and you move your hands to his face, holding him close.

“I imagined to be in my brother’s place, too.” He admits to you.

You smile at him and press another kiss to his lips.

“We just have to tell your father. Although I feel like he knows already.” You say and you see movement in the corner of your eye. You look to the side, seeing Odin on the balcony and you recognize a small smile on his lips. Loki turns around wide eyed just as Odin turned around and walks back inside.

“Well he definitely is the all-father.” He mumbles, making you chuckle and gives you another kiss, wrapping his arms around you.

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.

Poison Pen Letters (mobster!steve drabble)

Originally posted by lilith-lestrange

Mobster request for Steve rogers. He’s been in love with reader for years (she has no idea who he is or that he even knows she exists) and he’s been trying to find a way to get close to her. Finally he’s able to blackmail her father/guardian/whoever to get to her and…. you can provide the rest. Hope this request helps.

Requested by @breenieweenie

A/N: y’all can hate me, but this ends on a cliffhanger and i’m not writing another part to this so don’t ask.

LEAVE FEEDBACK. I WILL BE TAKING YOU OFF THE TAG LISTS TODAY. THERE ARE PLENTY OF YOU WHO FAIL TO LEAVE FEEDBACK.

Warnings: some swearing, otherwise, it’s kinda fluffy??

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: an incident involving tripping the Brooklyn King’s henchman turns your life around like a carousel.

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“Y/N!” you heard your father shouting for you from the kitchen. You groaned heavily as you placed your laptop on your bed before standing and stretching your limbs.

“Yes, daddy?” you asked, stepping off the last stair and striding down the hallway, bringing your arms across your chest as the wooden floors caused a shiver to run down your spine. “What is it?”

He silently handed you a letter, disapproval written across his face, making his aging lines look even older than he was. “What is this?” he asked, annoyance in his voice.

You scanned the letter with your eyes quickly, mouth falling open before you had even finished the first paragraph. “Daddy, I-”

“Explain to me why the king of new York wants to meet with you.” he scolded. “I thought you weren’t involved with those fools? What happened?”

“I bumped into Bucky at the supermarket a few days ago. It was an accident.

“Bucky’s his name, is it?” he asked, a frown etched into his eyebrows.

“His right hand man, according to the papers.” you explained, backing into the hallway, the letter gripped tightly in your left hand. “Steve, he’s just a fool. This is a trap, or something. It has to be.”

“How did he get this address, Y/N?” you dad scowled at you. “Tell me.”

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“Did You Miss Me Baby?” (Harry Styles Smut)

Summary: Due to stress and missing Harry, Y/N is sexually frustrated. She tries to deal with it herself, but Harry surprises her by coming home early, and helps her out.

Requested: yes

Warnings: masturbation, blow job

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! This past week and last week have been EXTREMELY busy! I apologize to the person who requested this a while ago. At the time I got this request I was so focused on finishing up the “Come Home Harry, Come Home” series. So, to whoever requested this, thank you! And I hope you enjoy!

*Gif probably doesn’t match but like look at him, how I could I not love and use it?*

Originally posted by ohstylesno

“Did You Miss Me Baby?” (Harry Styles Smut)

For the past few weeks, you have been home alone since you needed to finish exams, and Harry has been traveling around from NYC to LA for his album promo.  In between study breaks, you would turn on either the Today Show or the Late Late Show.  Being away from Harry for a while, you were starting to get horny. You didn’t know it yet, but it wasn’t until you saw Harry in the pink suit on the Today Show, then the patterned and the black velvet suit on the Late Late Show.

With the mix of the stress, and missing Harry, you were frustrated.  Sexually frustrated. You were horny and Harry wasn’t there.  So, you had to deal with yourself.

You push your books off your bed and begin to take off your big t-shirt and sweatpants. After you take off your bra, you lie down of your back. You first move your hands up to your breasts. You close your eyes, and think of how Harry would move his hands over your body. You squeeze each of your breasts, and then pulling at your nipples.

You moan when you feel your nipples start too harden. Next you slowly move your hands down to your underwear, and pull them down to around your ankles. You bend your knees up, and open your legs. You take one of your fingers, and slide it down your slit feeling how wet you are. And then your slowly move your finger back up to your clit making circle shapes. You moan at the feeling. You think of when Harry taught you how to masturbate. Some morning, Harry laid behind you, and you laid your back on his chest, and opened your legs. He first played with your breasts, then moved his fingers down to your core. And you repeated exactly what he did. You first started slow circles, then faster circles on your clit as you got closer. But, Harry always told you to hold off on your orgasm, so when you do, it will be more intense.

So, you slipped one finger into your core, pumping it in and out slowly. Then you added another finger, pumping them faster. As you curl your fingers hitting your sweet spot, you take your thumb and rub it against your clit. Right when you are about to cum, you hear a thump noise and you jump up in fear. Because you were so into what you were doing, you did not even hear Harry come into your apartment calling your name to surprise you. The loud noise you heard, was Harry dropping his bags at the sight of you masturbating.

“Ah baby, that was a lovely sight to see when I first get home.” He says smirking, pulling off his shirt.

“Lay back down princess. Just relax.” He says kneeling down on the bed, putting his head down to your core.

He takes one lick, then looks up at you and raises his eye brows and goes, “Did you miss my baby?”

You just moan back in response.  Looking down you can see him smirking. And then he goes to work. He first licks your whole core with a flat tongue, but then focuses on your clit. He flicks it, moves his tongue side to side on it, and sucks on it.

As you feel yourself getting close, you beg Harry, “Fingers, please. I need your fingers.”

Harry does not remove his mouth from your clit, and adds one finger slowly. After feeling that you have adjusted to his finger, he adds another finger. This time, he removes his mouth from clit, to look at his fingers moving in and out of your core. He is mesmerized watching his fingers disappear, and then when he pulls them out to be covered in your wetness. Then Harry pumps his fingers in and out, faster and faster, curling them. He curls them until he knows that he hit your sweet spot.

Your breath hitches, and your toes start to curl in excitement.

“You wanna cum princess?” He asks not stopping pumping his fingers.

“Yes.” You breathe out.

“Cum.” He orders.

Harry then puts his mouth back on your clit, and continues to push his fingers in and out faster, curling them, helping to bring you to your orgasm. As you cum, you grab his hair, and toes curl.

“Yes, Harry. Yes, yes, yes!” You yell out cumming.  Your orgasm was so strong because you hadn’t cum in a while, and because you prolonged.
When you come down from your high, you pull Harry up and flip you two over so that you are on top. You kiss him, then kiss down his neck, chest, down to his v-line. Down to the hem of his pants.

“I need you cock baby.” You say, unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down.
Harry folds his arms under his head, and looks so at peace. When you pull his pants down, you pulled his boxers down with them. After throwing his clothes on the floor, you see his hard cock spring up onto his chest.

Without any teasing, you start blowing him off. You first swirl your tongue along the head of his cock. When you look up at him, his mouth is slightly open as he groans, and his eyes close with furrowed eyebrows.

Wanting to make him feel good, and to hear him moan, you take him all into your mouth. You starts bobbing your head down, and what you cannot fit you use your hands.

“Take my cock baby.” Harry moans, looking down at the beautiful sight of his girlfriend going down on him.  “Show me how good your mouth is.”

You begin to tease him, by bobbing your head slower, but when you pull your head back, you hold his cock, and with a flat tongue you lick his head, and then go back down on him.

“Babe, if you keep going I’m gonna cum, and I wanna cum in you.” Harry begs.
Reluctantly you pull back with a pout.

“Don’t pout baby.” Harry says flipping you over, so that he is on top. “I am going to make you feel good.” He says giving you a kiss.

He then open your legs, and pushes himself in. You both groan at the feeling. You are groaning at the feeling of being filled up, and he is groaning at the feeling of how you squeeze around him perfectly.

“Babe, I’m not gonna last long, you feel so good.” Harry moans, thrusting into you fast.

“Ugh, yes Harry. I missed you.” You say kissing him.

“I missed you too love. You make me feel so good.” He moans.

“Faster Harry, faster.” You moan.

Harry then grabs your hips and begins thrusting faster. You moan as you hear the wet sounds of him entering you, and your skin smacking together.

Overwhelmed with pressure, you scratch down his back, which causes him to groan in pressure.

“You fill me up so good, so deep.” You moan in his ear.

“You close?” He breathes out. Before you could answer, he takes his thumb and starts making circles on your clit, and you start tightening around his cock.

“Yes” You moan.

“Cum for me.” He says, thrusting faster into you, circling his finger quicker. With his words, you let go. You scream out his name with your legs wrapping around his waist.

After you relax, you begin moaning in Harry’s ear, “Cum for me baby. Fill me up. I want to feel you inside of me. Cum.”

With your dirty words, and seeing you a moment ago cum, Harry releases inside of you, groaning out your name, thrusting hard and fast into you. When he comes down, he rolls over next to you, and puts his arm around you, pulling you close to him, kissing your forehead.

“I miss you baby.” He said, running his fingers through your hair.

“I missed you too baby.” You say, kissing his chest.

“Thank you for my welcome home present.” He says smirking.


A/N: Sorry this took so long to post! I wrote it last night, then got so distracted by the Stanley Cup that I forgot to post it! Tell me what you guys think!

Title: Coach Negan

anonymous requested: Can you do a coach negan fan fiction where he looks out for one of his students because they’re getting bullied or somet thanks x

Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse)
Summary: Coach Negan takes a liking to you and after he witnesses the bullying that you endure, he shows you just exactly how special you are.
Word Count: 3,448
Warning: SMUT!!! 
Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who sent this request in! I was so excited to write this story. I mean, a Coach Negan fic? Yes, please. So, I hope whoever sent this in, enjoys this one-shot! I figured I’d add some smut because I just couldn’t help myself lmao. Enjoy! :-)

Forever Taglist: @disfigured-it-out || @chunex || @jasoncrouse || @oceanicseries || @dixonsbait || @negan–is–god || @see-you-then-winchester || @sable-the-trans-ham || @k4veggies || @labyrinthofheartagrams || @purplemuse89 || @ladyynegan || @scentofpineandhazelnutlattes || @may85 || @a-girl-interupted || @spn-cw123 || @multireality || @ashzombie13 || @constellationsolo || @isayweallgetdrunk

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Drunk Confessions

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1,337

Warnings: Drunk!Reader, Annoyed!Dean, feelings confessed, fluffy Dean at the end

Request: Hey can u do a dean x reader where the boys go on a hunt and they come back to the reader blasting music, dancing on the table, with a bottle of Jack in her hand and she admits her feeling for him

Author’s Note: If you want to be a Queen or a Dean Bean, let me know and I’ll add you to the lists! So sorry this is out so late, I hope whoever requested it, that you like it!

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Originally posted by debatchery

Being alone in the Bunker was fun. It was big and spacious, giving you more than enough space to do the things you wanted to do without Sam or Dean bothering you. Ah, Dean Winchester. Him and his brother were out on a hunt right now but that didn’t stop you from thinking about him.

He was always on your mind, whether that be his voice, his body, his eyes, the way he cooked or cleaned, the way his fixed his car up, the way he held a gun or anything for that matter, the way he hustled people in pool, the way he drove, and especially the way he killed monsters.

He was just a hero to you but there was no way you’d be able to tell him your feelings. You haven’t been with the Winchesters long enough to really know Dean. You’ve heard stories about his past and you even spent a night or two talking with Sam about Dean.

Sam knew about your little crush with Dean and tried to tell you everything but there were some things that Dean needed to tell you himself. Which was fine, you didn’t need to know everything now but you got what you needed from Sam anyways.

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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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Momma Hale

Originally posted by procrastinationismyfriend

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

Pairing: Derek x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, cuteness

Word count: 816

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 was additional info 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.

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

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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 the 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.

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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.’

“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!

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“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.

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 heart-breaker. 

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.

Masterlist

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.

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Bikinis and Jealous Wolfies | Theo Raeken

pairings: theo raeken x reader

a/n: can we address the title for a sec? like seriously i swear my humour is so low theo can see it from the hole he fell in.

request: can you do another protective theo/cody imagine? 💗

a/n: to whoever requested this, it turned out more of a jealous theo rather than protective theo. I know its not exactly what you requested but i hope you still enjoy this.

creds to @thaeken for the inspo: (x)

“babe i’m outside.” Your phone lit up with a message from Theo. You quickly put on your shoes, took your bag and went outside, instantly spotting his car parked in your driveway.

“Hi.” You said sweetly as you pressed a quick kiss on his lips as you got in to sit next to him in the passenger seat.

“Hi babe. So, where to?” He asked.

“Lydias.” You answered as he started driving towards her house, resting his hand on your thigh just moments later. He loved how your heart skipped a beat every time he did it but you just loved how it calmed him down knowing your here with him.

After Theo parked the car you both got out and made your way to Lydias house, even from far away you could see and hear the dozens of half wasted teenagers going wild in her household. But you couldn’t wait, with all of the supernatural drama going around along with as well as some non supernatural drama that came along with being a teenager the pack felt you all needed a well deserved break and with summer just around the corner, a pool party was just what you guys needed.

The both of you entered Lydias house and were quickly greeted by Miss Martin herself.

“Hey you’re here!” She said enthusiastically giving you a small hug.

“And not in a bikini, go change!” She joked, earning a small chuckle from you.

“Where can I change?”

“Um, go up to my room and change there. You can put your stuff there too.”

“Okay thanks.” You said giving her a small peck on the cheek before grabbing Theos hand and walking him towards Lydias room.

“I like where this is going..” He smirked.

“Wrong idea Raeken but if you’ll be nice we can have some fun afterwards.” You smirked back at him before opening the door and stepping inside before locking it shut.

“I just need to change that’s all.”

“Can I at least watch?”

“Nope, turn around.” You smiled cheekily as he groaned before turn his back to you unwillingly, now resulting both your backs facing each other.

“I can feel you staring at my ass Raeken.” You say after taking off your shorts.

“It’s not my fault you have a great ass.”

“Shut up.” You joked as you threw your shorts at him jokingly, which he caught with ease.

“If you wanna throw your shirt at me as well I won’t mind.” He smirked.

You then turned to take off your shirt leaving you in your bikini.

“Happy?” You joked throwing the shirt at him.

“Very much thank you.”

“You know you’re suppose to take your shirt off too right?”

“Yeah but I prefer to do that in front of the rest of the party.” He said coming closer to you, wrapping his hands around your waist.

I’d prefer to not have everyone drooling over you, can’t have some girl try to take you away from me.”

“Trust me, no girl is taking me away from you, ever. I  just wanna show everyone what a hot and sexy boyfriend you have.”

“It’s a good thing you’re modest.” You chuckled.

“Yea I get that a lot, now come on let’s go.” He said giving your a bum a small squeeze.

“If you do that out there I swear I’ll kill you.“

“Won’t happen when your half my size.”

“I could end you.” You sassed.

”Sure fun-size, Now come on.” He said pulling away from you as you two made your way back to the pool area.

“Now can you take your shirt off?” You groaned slightly when you reached the pool.

“Someones eager.” He chuckled as he lifted up his shirt revealing his tight toned chest and muscles. You couldn’t help but smirk and giggle a little bit.

“Eyes up here fun-size.” He said when he notices you staring at his physique.

“Your chest is literally in front of my face, you can’t blame me for looking at it.”

“You’ve got a come back for everything don’t you.”

“They say we’re meaner cause we’re closer to hell.”

“Been there, done that. You wouldn’t last a day there.”

“Yup, they’ll kick me out cause I’m so hot the fire will feel insulted.”

“And you wondered how I got out of there.” He chuckled


For most of the party you two just hung out, talking, drinking a little bit even though Theo was very strict about it with you considering you’re human and plan to go swimming later on he doesn’t want you getting hurt. Occasionally you two broke away to hang out with some others friends, but he would always glance your way and listen to heartbeat just to make sure you were okay.


“Babe.” You nudged his arm to grab his attention before handing him his drink.

“Thanks, Y/N this is Ethan, Jordan and Austin.” He introduced you to the three shirtless friends in front of him.

“Hi.” You smiled at them softly with a small wave as they all sent their smiles and smirks back at you. You stayed with them a couple minutes, occasionally joining into their conversation before notifying Theo you’ll be in the pool with Malia and Kira.

After chatting with them for a bit and dancing in the water to the music thumping through out the speakers Lydia put up you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, knowing very well who it was you giggled as you relaxed against his chest.

“Excuse me ladies but I’ll be stealing her for a bit.” He said to Malia and Kira as you chuckled a bit when he started pulling you towards the deeper end.

“What are you doing? You know I can barely stand here.”

“I think I can solve your little problem.” He smirked as you felt his arms sneak down to your thighs, lifting you a little higher so you could wrap your legs around his waist; finally not struggling to keep your head above the water.

You looked at him for a couple moments, testing his face expressions and the way his body held you; something was a little off.

“Something’s on your mind.” You said softly as your rested your arms on his shoulder, crossing them around his neck.

“It’s nothing.” He insisted, feeling a little bit better when he saw you immediately realised something was on his mind. He loved that, how you could easily understand him, even though you were no more than human and Theo was rather a hard person to read you always knew when something was up.

“Come on, I know something is bothering you.”

He let out  a soft sigh and looked to his side, “The whole time you were with us Austin kept checking you out, and when you turned to walk away I swore his eyes never left your ass.” He said through his clenched jaw.

“Well, beside that fact that you can’t blame them that you’re girlfriend is smoking hot, which I know you are very well aware of.” You started sarcastically as he raised his brow at you and had his well known smirk on display.

“You know that the only guy I want is currently lifting me up in the pool so I don’t drown in five feet of water.” You chuckled softly.

“But seriously..” You said stroking his cheek. “You have nothing to worry about, I love you. No one else.”

“I know.” He said lifting you up a bit so he could get a better grip on you.

“I love you.” He said leaning in to press a kiss against your lips, which you immediately accepted.

The kiss turned a little heated as you moved to press your hands against the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. You felt his tongue swipe gently against your lower lip, as if he was asking for permission; but Theo as Theo is gave your ass a small squeeze causing you to let out a soft gasp which gave him exactly the entrance he needed. Your tongues danced together but he quickly took over control.

You two would’ve kept going but the realisation that you were at party suddenly hit you, you pulled away much to his dismay. But seeing you with your lips swollen and painted red, your face a little flushed was enough for Theo to smile on the inside knowing he was the only guy making your heart race and your lips swollen.

“Um, Theo.” You pointed out.

“I think Austin took the hint.” You chuckled as he looked over to where his friends stood, Austin giving a thumbs up to Theo, causing Theo to laugh at his friend.

it hurts; connor murphy x reader

Request: Would do do a fic where the reader calls (Evan or Connor you choose!) Really late at night because her brother is out and her dad is working nights and she’s having bad pains in her chest because she’s got problems with her lungs and has had surgeries in the past and thinks she needs to go to the hospital so whoever you choose freaks out while the reader is crying and in pain thank you!

I went with Connor for this, I hope that works! This prompt honestly broke my heart, I really hope I did it justice.

(also I know I skipped around in my requests but I thought this hella spoke to me)

Word count: 921

TWs: A N G S T, reader is in a lot of pain, cursing, very very brief mention of past surgeries


2:26 AM

Your heart was pounding faster and faster. This was it. This was how you died. In your own bed, alone, sobbing like a child. Your brother was out somewhere that you didn’t know, and your father was working the night shift again. Just your luck. Of course, that wouldn’t have been a problem if your chest hadn’t felt like it was going to explode, or maybe implode, you weren’t sure exactly which. You figured you probably needed medical attention. This wasn’t the first time you’d dealt with things like this. You’d had surgeries before since you had problems with your lungs, but now you were alone and you needed to get someone to drive you to the hospital, or at least try and calm you down. The combination of crying and barley being able to breath was dangerous.

You grabbed your phone from next to you and shakily scrolled through your contacts, looking for someone in particular. If anyone was going to be awake at this time of night, it was Connor. You did your best to take a deep breath and clicked the call button under his name, praying to every higher power imaginable that he would pick up. After a few rings you heard a familiar voice.

“Why the hell are you up so late?”

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Shy Sleepovers

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman x reader

A/N: Hey bbys! I’m still taking request so fill it up with whoever and whatever you want! I write all kinds expect any that cross boundaries, but I do write smut just no breath play and all that. This is pretty short, but I hope you enjoy!

Request: This was requested, but I can’t remember where so lemme just tell you guys that it involves a very shy (Y/N) who is tied up by Diana and like its smut so yeah just read to find out. 

Warning: NSFW veryyyy dirty so please be cautious when reading 

Originally posted by usagirotten

You weren’t the best when it came to talking to other people. You tend to stutter and lose eye contact as anxiety attacks you once again. You loved the introvert life anyways, Netflix and ice cream were practically your best friends. Your computers were the one thing you loved more than your own life. So when you got really good with hacking, that’s when the Justice League came into your life.

You were new to the whole thing and having all the intel and secrets from team was still really scary. They were kind especially Diana, who was very touchy and ecstatic that a new girl was finally joining the team. Even if you worked behind the doors. She loved hugging and cuddling up to you, and she would never stop touching your hair and face as she stood so much taller. That’s when it all hit you. You liked her, actually more than liked her. But you know that you guys could only be friends. Just friends.

Days roll around as you noticed how close you and Diana have been. She’s taken you to her favorite ice cream parlor and she brought you to the park for a picnic. She recently had asked you for a sleepover at her place and of course you said yes.

Now here you are standing in front of her house. You rung the doorbell several times until you heard fast feet in house come to the door. The door opens to show the woman of your dreams standing there in a grey loose t-shirt and unicorn pajama shorts.

“Wow. You look um amazing.” You can’t help but stare at this literal goddess in front of you.

“So do you.” Her hand pulls you in and takes your bag out of your hand. She sits you down next to her as the tv flickers on. You were kinda enjoying the moment as you slowly leaned your head on her shoulder.

“You wanna play a game?” You rose up and decided to say yes since it is her sleepover.

“Yeah sure.”You smiled sweetly as you pulled out a chair to sit on the other side of her living room table while she sat on the couch.

“Okay, we’re gonna play never have I ever. You know the rules right?”

“Um ye-yeah I guess.”

“This time let’s make sure you’re not actually lying by using my whip.” She smiled sweetly hoping you won’t back out. You’ve lied to her many times before so you kinda knew this was going to happen.

“Is it going to hurt?”

“No sweetie don’t worry.” Sweat was already pouring out of your head as you slowly shook your head up and down. She took you hands and wrapped them with the rope. The she poured wine into your cup along with hers.

“Yay great! Okay so I’m going to start first. Never have I ever owned a puppy.”

You shook your head yes so she put the cup up to your mouth.

“Okay my turn, never have I ever traveled on plane more than twice.” She took a sip smirking towards you.

“Time to get more personal. Never have I ever had a crush on one of the members of the Justice League.” You looked down and quietly said ‘yes I have’.

“Oh My God, (Y/N) who!” You were going to say no one, but it slipped right out of your mouth.

“Diana.” You shut your mouth as quick as you could hoping she didn’t catch that.

“Wait, me? Oh My Goddess.”

“Wait Diana I didn’t mean th—Yes I did I meant that so much and oh my goodness the way you look everyday just turns me on and I can’t help but to stare at your wonderful figure especially that ass.” You couldn’t believe that all came from your dirty mouth like you don’t even cuss, what is happening to you? This is going to ruin everything between you guys.

“(Y/N). If I knew, I would’ve done this slumber party sooner.” Her dark lustful eyes stare at you as her hands glide between your legs. Her hands start to pry open you legs as you look closely at her delicate fingers working their way towards your center.

Soon enough she starts to circle your still clothed crotch listening closely to your whimpers.

“Oh My God. Diana, touch me please.” You decided the best thing to do is to bite your lip down.

“God if you keep whimpering and biting that lip of yours, I might just have to take you right here right now.” You groan out hoping she’ll get the sign that you’re willing to take that chance also.

“Please Diana.”You whimper noticing how you’re already wetting the seat below you.

“Please what baby?” She is really testing you right now.

“Just fucking touch me.” You strangle those few words out as you beg for her to do what you ask.

“As you wish.” Finally.

She slowly pulled down your shorts and underwear as her wondering eyes stayed still upon your center.

“Beautiful.” The word she just said made you just melt inside.

Her fingers stroke the outside in circle motions as you moan out her name several times, but somehow you still haven’t cussed yet. She touched them like they were thick petals in the way of her nectar. Her face reached closer and closer to her prize as you felt her breath hit the surface. Tingles arose as you heart beat louder than ever before.

“Before I do this (Y/N), are you sure you want to keep going?” She didn’t have to ask you twice as you blurt out yes several times. Wow you were too demanding. You shut yourself up as you redeem yourself.

“Oops, um I mean please?” You winced out, but she chuckled on how adorable you were in such a hot moment.

Her tongue stroked up upon your clit as you jumped up in pleasure.

“Oh my starssss. Yes ugh right therrree fuck meeee.” Your eyes rolled all the way to the back of your head as her tongue explored the many corners that even you haven’t tried to reach.

The taste to her was sweet like the honey suckles back at the Myscira. Diana teased the labia and used her tongue strongly against the layers. Your legs have found its way wrapping around her head as your hands were still tied together.

“Pl-please give me more Diana.” Then her two fingers slowly glided deeper as they pumped softly inside. You’ve never tried something this hard in your life so you knew you had to get used to the feeling first. She pushed slowly back and forth and gradually pushed faster and faster inside.

“Hm Diana baby, oh my zeus.” The double pleasure was driving you over the edge as she continued the rhythm by using her tongue along with her fingers.

“Yes use that tongue of yours! Ugh fuck baby fill me up.” Then her finger curled in and reached your g spot earning a very vocal moan from your mouth. Diana smiled against the wet lips as you finally came on her mouth and fingers.

“Diana!!!” You shrieked out as she curled her finger so far up and finally let you ride out your orgasm. She cleaned you up and then herself while you tried to get out of this lasso. She chuckled as she helped you regain control of your wrist.

“You are very loud (Y/N), I’ve never heard you cuss like that, I would love to hear more.” You blushed deeply as you looked down at the ground.

She pulled off the chair and then reached for the edge of your shirt pulling it upwards. Her arms wrap around your waist while her lips sucked softly on your neck. She pushes you to walk to her bedroom still latching onto your lips and neck.

“Let’s carry this on in the bedroom now shall we?” She grins as you start pulling her now.

“We shall.” Let’s just say you weren’t as shy as it seemed especially after that night.

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)


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