so much grip

“dr. nikiforov are you even listening to me”

“did anybody ever tell you that you look really good in those scrubs?”

“yes. you did. like 25 times a day" 

(part of a yoi medical au that @chantedeer and i are working on in which yuuri is a pediatric nurse and victor is a pediatric surgeon!) (yes, yuuri is wearing poodle scrubs) (you’re welcome)

what if midoriya's real quirk is crying really hard

hmltntrsh51  asked:

OKAY BUT WHAT IF (this a request) NEWT X READER X STEPHEN SMUTFIC OKAY THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I NEED. READER CALLS BOTH OF THEM DADDY (I'm dead) If you don't want to write this just let me know. I won't be upset at all 😊

Okay guys. Here is the promised NewtxReaderxStephen fic. I wasn’t able to get every single thing y'all wanted in it. I went where inspiration took me. This is the first threesome fic I’ve ever written, so yeah…I was like ‘the fuck is going on!!’ The entire time I was writing it lmao.

Hopefully, it came out decently enough. I didn’t proofread, I’m too lazy. So if there’s embarrassing mistakes, my bad. Also!!! I was so into NewtxStephen I may have made this gayer than expected…..if you ain’t into dudexdude leave now….like right now. Lol



Imagine: A threesome with Newt and Stephen.

Stephen sat idly by at the table, flipping through his cards and drawings. He seemed to be looking for something important, but really all he reached for was the silver lighter he stolen off a dead German soldier’s body. In the reality of it all, he would’ve never even thought of doing such a thing, but now, so deep into this war nothing seemed to matter.

“You shouldn’t smoke so much.”

Your voice gained his attention, and he looked over at you lying on the bed next to Newt with a raised eyebrow. As if to spite you, he flicked the cap to the lighter up, never leaving your annoyed gaze as he scratched his finger over the switch and ignited his cigarette. He took one long drag, the burning sensation slowly settling his nerves.

“Go back to sleep.”

Stephen’s tone was exhausted, and you could tell he could use some sleep himself, but the lieutenant was hell bent on staying up every single night. There wasn’t much you could do though, truthfully you weren’t even supposed to be here. You spent months running from the war, you had lost your entire family, and if the German’s found you…you’d just end up right along with them. By luck or not, you came upon Stephen one night. You were hiding in the bushes before a dilapidated building, trying hard to hold your breath because you weren’t sure who was on the other side. Nothing helped though, and with a rough tug you found yourself pulled from the foliage and thrown to the ground by a British soldier. When the young man saw it was just a girl, he backed off, sighing heavily and looking back at his superior with a relieved nod. That young man, Newt, ended up becoming your lover, and in truth as handsome as he was, the very need for human affection is what drove you to him to begin with, Stephen just happened to…fall into the same relationship as you two eventually. All of you seeking the same thing, love in a time of hate.

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

You scolded, rolling your eyes and snuggling back into Newt’s chest as he tightened his grip on you. The younger soldier was asleep already, head nestled between the crook of your neck as he breathed softly. Stephen just chuckled at your hurt tone, still smoking his cigarette without a care in the world. He flipped through the pages of a newspaper, half of it burned off from the fire that happened earlier today. Still, he read what he could if only to gain any knowledge he might not already have of the war.

“Come on.”

With your hand held out, you beckoned for the lieutenant to join you both, wanting him to rest at least an hour or two. Stephen seemed reluctant, but he removed the cigarette from his mouth walking over to the bed and setting it on the ash tray. He took a seat against the headboard, one leg still off the bed as the other bent slightly and allowed you to rest your head on his knee. He ran his fingers through your hair, humming a song to himself as you closed your eyes. You reached for his other hand, curling your fingers between his in comfort. He squeezed it gently, a sign that he was still very much here in every way.

“Stop bloody singing…”

Newt groaned in frustration, his tired eyes opening to glare up at his friend and superior. Stephen just scoffed at him, clearly having no intention to do as he was asked from someone much younger than him.

“How about you bloody fuck off, Scamander.”

Newt’s lips stretched into a grin, his green eyes softening when he tilted his head to look at you instead. “Hello, darling.”

“Morning, Newt.”

You leaned back a bit, kissing his cheek affectionately before going back to resting on Stephen’s knee.

“You’re on trench duty, Scamander.”

Newt sighed into your shoulder, kissing it lovingly as he glanced up at the lieutenant.

“Yes, sir.”

You watched them both carefully, smiling at the way they spoke to one another. It was obvious they both cared about each other, and truthfully, when you weren’t around you suspected they still shared a bed together. There were multiple times you had walked in and they would quickly make a distance between themselves. You didn’t understand why they felt the need to hide it from you of all people, the intimacies you’ve all shared in this very bed was beyond the realm of normal for most these days anyway.

From the corner of your eye you could see Stephen’s hand resting on the pillow next to Newt’s head, and you had no doubt he was giving the younger soldier the same affections he had been giving you earlier when he was running his fingers between your locks.

Newt nuzzled into your neck, kissing you a bit more passionately now as he nipped at your pulse. It was all too clear to you that Stephen had ignited a certain part of Newt that only came out in the privacy of Stephen’s tent, not that you had any complaints. The love you all shared with one another was something beautiful in your eyes, twisted as it may seem to others.

“Have your fun, Scamander. Then resume your duties.”

The lieutenant smirked down at Newt, still brushing his fingertips across the younger man’s hair as he riled him up for you. Newt seemed pleased with this, and he tugged you closer to his body as he pressed his lower abdomen against your backside. You could feel the hardened heat of his crotch pressing into you, Stephen’s touch having already gotten him more than aroused.

A gasp fell from your parted lips, and you instinctively pushed back into him, wanting more friction as the warmth between your legs began to build.


You half moaned his name out, still gripping Stephen’s hand in yours as he encouraged Newt to keep going. Which Newt was more than happy to do. He sucked just below your earlobe, knowing after many nights spent together that you were overly sensitive in that spot. He smiled into your heated skin, loving the way you squirmed in his hold. His hands slowly trailed down your front, unbuttoning the top of your dress as he slipped a hand inside.

The minute his roughened fingertips brushed across your nipple you arched back into him, letting out a long moan that conveyed just how badly you suddenly needed him. Newt pressed his lips into your cheek, whispering out sweet words as he ground his hips into you. The pressure alone was enough to make him want to cum, but Stephen scolded him to stop.

“Not yet.”

The lieutenant slid down the headboard, pushing himself up as he found a comfortable spot and laid down next to you. He turned on his side, now sandwiching you between both men the very heat from their bodies making you yearn for so much more.

You gripped Stephen’s uniform, pulling him down so he could kiss you. His lips smashed into yours, tongues tangling and fighting with one another for dominance that he easily gained over you.

Newt watched you both kiss, his breath hitching in his throat as he tried to control the raging desires he was feeling, but how could he when he saw just how needy you both were for this. Newt groaned deeply in want, going back to kissing your neck as he slid his hand up your thigh, pushing the material of your dress up as he exposed your panties. His finger dipped beneath the hem of them, pulling them off slowly as he bit down on your shoulder. His cock was aching terribly behind his pants, and if Stephen wasn’t going to further his relations with you yet, then he would.

Newt pulled away, the sound of his belt coming undone alerting you both. You looked back at him, biting down your lip as you waited for the younger man to take you. Stephen just chuckled at Newt’s eagerness, and he watched intently as his soldier pulled himself free of his restraints.

Newt’s cock was swollen with need, the head of it already leaking drops of cum as he stroked himself. He looked up at Stephen, a silent agreement between the two of them as Stephen grabbed your thigh and lifted it up. He laid it against his own leg, letting you wrap it around his waist as Newt settled himself behind you.

Stephen kissed you on the lips, smirking into them as you gasped loudly, and he used this to his advantage as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, cupping the lieutenant’s cheek as Newt had begun to thrust into you. His movements were quick, but hard enough to make your legs quiver from the force. The sound of his skin hitting you filled the room, and you whined and moaned into Stephen’s face at the feeling of being completely filled by the younger soldier.

Stephen licked his lips in arousal, eyeing his soldier as he fucked you senseless. If he could just sit and watch this forever he would, but his own need was becoming apparent to him. He needed some form of relief and he was going to get it from one of you. He inched his hand down, snaking it between your body and his as he found your clit. He rubbed at it, creating a rhythm that had you practically screaming at all the sensations.

You threw your head back against Newt’s shoulder, crying out as your body began to stiffen from all the pleasure. Stephen’s fingers worked you wildly, and Newt just kept slamming into you from behind like it was the last time he’d get to make love to you. It wasn’t something you thought you could handle for long, and if Stephen kept that pace up you would be finished in no time.

“Tell the lieutenant how much you like that…”

Newt grunted out, licking the shell of your ear as he smiled over at Stephen. The older man laughed at that, his eyes focused on his soldier as they both awaited your response. You mumbled out a sentence that none of them understood, but you were far too gone to respond coherently.

“You know, it’s considered insubordination if you ignore your superiors.”

Stephen rasped out, his nose pressing into your cheek as he quickened the movement of his fingers.


Newt grinned at your language, not used to hearing you talk like that except for in these moments. But, the very sound of your seductive voice made him just want to move harder, to give you so much pleasure you couldn’t walk for a week or two. He leaned over towards Stephen, his lips inches from his lieutenant’s as he spoke.

“Get inside her…”

Stephen gritted his teeth, the overwhelming desire to kiss the younger man clawing at the back of his mind. He eyed him warily, unsure of what to do, but he simply nodded, removing his hand from between you two and undoing his own belt. You watched with a shade of red on your cheeks as Stephen brought his fingers to his lips, ready to lap off whatever juices from you clung to them. But, Newt grabbed his hand, capturing Stephen’s attention as he leaned forward, green eyes gazing up at his lieutenant as he wrapped his warm tongue around them. He sucked down on Stephen’s fingers, bobbing his head, mimicking exactly what he’s done to him before in a much more intimate setting.

The lieutenant stared in disbelief, not really sure how he felt about Newt doing this in front of you. But, with that sweet mouth sliding around his fingers like that he wasn’t sure he truly cared anymore.


Stephen’s voice was heavy with desire, and you smiled widely, hiding your face between the lieutenant’s neck. You wondered when they’d get around to just letting themselves seek pleasure in each other even when with you. As far as you were concerned, this only made these moments that more pleasurable.

Stephen groaned at the loss of that tongue flicking around his fingers, and he watched as Newt licked his lips, teasing him further. But, he kept his wits about him, swallowing that lump in his throat as he shifted closer. He spread your legs wider, giving himself room to join Newt in pleasuring you.

Both men kissed you, one on the lips, the other on your shoulder trying to distract you from the initial feeling of Stephen pushing inside of you as well.


You clutched Stephen’s jacket, the feeling of being stretched by them both causing a jolt of pain to shoot up your spine. And yet, the idea of it all was enough to make you ease up, wanting to feel both their cocks thrust into you and bring you to completion.

“Bloody hell-”

Newt growled as Stephen’s cock joined his inside your warmth, the feeling of the older man’s length rubbing into his making him want to lose it right then. But, he muffled his moans into your back, grabbing a hold of your hips as he made you lay still.

You let out the breath you were holding, whimpering out as you dropped your forehead against Stephen’s chest. Both men were panting by now, wanting to move but not wanting to hurt you all the same.

“Are you alright?” Stephen whispered into your ear, nuzzling your cheek. You smiled up at him, nodding your head softly as you begged them both to move.

Newt looked at Stephen, his breath quickening when the lieutenant’s eyes met his. They slowly started to move inside you, finally syncing their rhythms as they thrust up and down. By this point, the room was filled with the sound of all your moans and groans, each of you giving into the sensations and wanting more. Newt reached over and grasped Stephen’s jacket, looking at him with such a passion as he pulled him forward.

Their lips crashed into each other, and Stephen finally caved into his desires as he forced his tongue into Newt’s mouth. They kept up their pace, sliding in and out of you as they massaged each other’s tongues. You were far too busy moaning and mumbling out both their names you didn’t even pay attention to them. You just needed to feel that moment of bliss your body so desperately longed for.

Stephen cupped Newt’s cheek, brushing his thumb along his cheekbone as he growled deep into the kiss. He had made up his mind somewhere, that once he was done with you he’d be doing the same thing to his soldier.

“Fuck…” Stephen gasped against Newt’s mouth, shutting his eyes tightly as your walls clenched down around them both. Newt was in no better shape, and he panted out a curse as he came inside of you.

Your body shook with waves of ecstasy, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as your orgasm began to wear off. You sagged back against Newt’s chest, his lips connecting with your sweaty forehead as he smiled.

“Good show, love.”

You giggled, looking back at him as he slowly pulled out of you. Stephen grinned at the younger man’s words, holding your hips gently as he did the same and slipped out.

The lieutenant was still very much in need of relief, but he didn’t press either of you for it. He laid back against the bed, smiling in his current state of bliss.

You looked down at him, noticing his length was still at attention, and you wanted him to reach that perfect high Newt and you already had. With a smirk, you tilted your head back, whispering something to the soldier that Stephen didn’t quite hear or pay attention to.

You lifted yourself up, untangling yourself from Newt’s arms as you straddled the lieutenant’s head. Stephen raised his eyebrow at you, lips lifting at the corner in amusement.

“What are you planning?

You grabbed the headboard in both hands, spreading your legs more and putting your sex on full display for Stephen to see.

“Come on, lieutenant…”

He chuckled at your needy nature, but he ran his hands up your thighs, getting a hold of your waist as he lifted his head. He opened his mouth, tongue coming out as he wasted no time in licking a path up your cunt.

Your nails dug into the headboard, head tilted back as he licked and lapped at your wet folds. Newt looked up at you, smiling when you winked down at him. He rose to his hands and knees, climbing down the bed and hovering just over Stephen’s lap. He glanced up at his superior, licking his lips before he leaned down.

Stephen sucked around your clit, pulling you down more onto his face as you rolled your hips above him. He hungrily buried his face into you, his cock only twitching with need. He was going to reach down and finish himself off, but he released your swollen clit from his lips and gasped out in pleasure.

His head fell onto the pillow, eyes staring up at you as Newt licked around the head of his length.

“Scamander what are-”


You smiled down at Stephen, shushing away his slight discomfort as if to say you knew he wanted this. He simply chuckled, his laugh quickly turning into a drawn out moan as Newt hollowed his cheeks and sucked around him. Stephen closed his eyes, enjoying the heat of the younger man’s mouth around his cock. He gripped your waist once more, pulling you back down and continuing to eat you out. He growled into your heat, bucking his hips up into Newt’s mouth. He was growing closer by the minute, and he muffled as many moans of his as he could against your inner thighs, but you knew he wouldn’t last long. Newt definitely knew how to work his mouth.

The younger man pressed his tongue against the underside of Stephen’s length, his hand curling around him to stroke up and down. The feeling of both lips and hand was slowly drawing Stephen into a mess, and it wasn’t long before you came again, riding out your orgasm astride the lieutenant’s face. He lapped up your juices eagerly, making sure to completely get it all before he too succumbed to his desires.

Newt slid his lips off Stephen, swallowing his seed before wiping at his chin. He took his spot next to you both again, all of you completely spent and sweaty from your love session.

You stretched out on the bed, muscles beginning to relax as the endorphins rushed through them. You curled up next to Stephen, closing your eyes as sleep began to claim you.

The lieutenant kissed your temple, reaching over to the small desk he had and grabbing his cigarette and lighter. He lit the end of it, enjoying the long drag he took. He blew out the smoke, curling his arm around you and tapping Newt on the arm. The soldier looked down at Stephen’s hand, taking the cigarette that was being offered to him.

Newt placed it between his lips, letting it hang there for a second as he rose up and buttoned up his pants again. He slicked his hair back, grabbing his hat from the table and placing it back on his head. He took a quick puff of the cigarette, before handing it back to his superior, and bowing slightly.

“Sir.” He spoke up, giving his regards before heading towards the exit of the tent to get back to work. Stephen watched him go with a smile on his face, knowing he’d be coming around tonight again.


Wowwwww that’s quite possibly the smuttiest shit I’ve written. Lol Ugh. I don’t even know if any of that made sense…..I was so confused half the time. If it did make sense and you liked it, let me know 😂

Kylo Ren x Reader

“You don’t understand”

Note: Master Kylo Ren signmethefuckup


His lightsaber moved towards you in a blinding stream of red sparks. Dodging his blow, you yelled, swinging back at him. He then chased you through the trees of the training area. His long legs carrying him close behind you. Hopping to the side, you interlocked lightsabers. Pushing forward, Kylo fell from your grip and then held the end of his lightsaber by your side. You sighed in defeat, and he twirled his lightsaber steadily in his hand.


“I don’t see why we have to keep-“


Groaning, you took your stance and then lunged at him. Fighting harder than the last, faster-quicker-better. Kylo, however, was better. He beat you again.

Leaning against on of the trees, you tried to catch your breath. The hilt of your lightsaber slick with sweat. Kylo grabbed you by the collar, pulling you away from the tree, and then he pulled your arm up, forcing you into your battle stance. The breeze whipped your hair in front of your eyes, and you brushed it away, clearing your throat.

“You won’t have time to catch your breath during a fight.” He muttered. You swallowed and ignited your lightsaber again.

“Why do you care so much?” You grunted, gripping the hilt of your weapon.

He didn’t answer, instead, the red sparks of his cross blade lightsaber flew up into the air once again, and instead of you, he surged forward. You tried to block him, but he hit the tree behind you.

“FIGHT!” He shouted over the sound of cackling sabers.

“I’m tired-Kylo please.” You cried out, swinging at him. He didn’t relinquish his efforts. Anger built in your stomach, and he felt it because he grinned. You then whipped yourself around, blocking his saber, and then twisting it out of his grip. Kicking him down, you pointed your weapon towards his chest.

With a single click, the hum of your saber died, and you fell onto the ground beside Kylo. After a few moments, Kylo then breathed out, his chest heaving.

“To answer your question…” Kylo sat up. “I care because I don’t want you to lose. I don’t want you to go into a fight unprepared. So, I’m going to push you. I’m going to push you until you break. So that I can glue you back together myself, stronger for when I’m not going to be there.”

Groaning, you grabbed your lightsaber, hooking it onto your belt, and then picking yourself up. Walking away from him with heavy feet… You were tired, your limbs shaking.

Kylo caught up to you, grabbing your arm once he was in reach.

“I thought you wanted me to help you?”

You looked down, afraid that you’d let the real reason you wanted him to train you to slip out into the crisp air. “No… yeah… I got it.”


“What, Kylo?” He bit his bottom lip, sighing. But didn’t say anything. You scoffed and then continued your walk back to your room to clean up. Then, you felt him in your head. Kylo’s words flooded your whole body, and you winced. It always hurt at first, like a dull throb.

Quickly turning around, Kylo still stood where you had left him. Instead of going through your head, he yelled,

You don’t understand, do you?” Within a second, Kylo was only inches from you. “You don’t understand. You can’t see the real reason I agreed to train you, can you…” His words were much more a demand than a question… Hard, thick. You swallowed. Your stomach dropping with the slight ease of his thoughts in your head. Stammering away, you forced him out. He blinked and looked at the ground. “I’m not going to lose you, Y/N.”

“This is a trick.“ Grabbing you by your collar once again, he quickly yanked you against him, slamming his lips against yours. His voice ran through your head again, and you didn’t know if he actually spoke or not.

I want you… And if anyone’s being tricked, it’s me… Can’t you see… Y/N…

“Hmmm…” You let out a small moan. Shocked by your actions, you then pulled away, your face flushed with embarrassment. His fingers still gripped your collar. Holding you firmly against him, his muscles tense against your small frame.

“I agreed to train you… Because I can’t bear to lose you. I won’t lose you like I’ve lost others. I need you to be strong, and I need you to be prepared.”

Squinting up at him, you reached up and cupped his face. Nodding, you then pulled him down. His lips were soft, gentle. Eager, warm against yours. You found yourself wanting more and sensing your desire for him, Kylo wrapped his lengthy arms tightly around your waist. Lifting you up against him, kissing you with such passion that your whole body shivered, you felt the hot sun shining on your back, and with your eyes closed, you may have not understood much, but you did understand one thing: You didn’t want this moment to end.

You know though—poor Mom Kageyama

Woman just wanted to raise a loving family like all her friends and instead got loving family + Weird, Ultra-Powerful, Inexplicable Psychic Phenomena from her baby. I don’t think she has any real strong opinions of psychic powers other than she’s tired of them making homemaking 1000x harder.

And now Mob’s really coming into his own with his powers and he’s probably growing out the phase of weird, unintentional outbursts (save for the occasional bent spoon) and finally Mom Kageyama is living like a 95% normal mom-of-teenage-boys life.

Then, THEN, poor woman—you get the dinner scene in episode 12 with Ritsu unbending Mob’s spoon. Not by turning it back into position. No. God no. By using telekinesis to unwind it. And Mom Kageyama is watching this just Oh no not another one.

Mom Kageyama flies out of bed at 4 in the morning to the sound of literally every vacuum cleaner in the house turning on. (Dad Kageyama remains fast asleep). She goes down the hall, pounds on Mob’s door, “Shigeo, the vacuum cleaners again! I thought you outgrew the vacuum cleaner thing!” Mob answers the door half-asleep, looking around. “I’m not doing it, Mom.” Filled with dread, she knocks on Ritsu’s door. “Ritsu…are you the one controlling the vacuum cleaners?” There’s a stuttered snore from the other side, all the vacuum cleaners turn off, Ritsu answers the door rubbing his eyes “Am I doing what?”

Every single esper-in-training thing that affected Mob, that Mob has since outgrown, now resurfaces in Ritsu. Cleaning supplies inexplicably stuck to the ceiling? Check. Every door in the house locking itself spontaneously? Check. Tiny, self-contained earthquakes knocking everything off the shelves. Double check. (Everything but the accidentally bending the spoons thing—because if Ritsu bends a spoon the boy’s gonna goddamn know.)

Mom Kageyama is reminded of her friend who, just after happily getting their kid past the terrible two’s, accidentally got pregnant again and had to do it all over. Mom Kageyama is on a ladder, trying to pull the dish soap down, which has been bobbing against the ceiling for the last half hour, and she thinks she might prefer another accidental pregnancy to this.

You Won’t Cry Another Tear.

Request from anon: Could I request a Bucky x teen reader? On his time off from avenging he takes some time to help out at a local gym to teach self defense.. there he meets a young teenage girl who’s shy and nervous. He gets to know her and offers her private lessons to make her more comfortable… during a lesson she tells him about her bad home life and it’s why she wanted to learn to defend herself. He watches her family one night and sees how bad things are so he gets Tony’s help with adopting her from them.

Bucky Barnes x Teen!Reader

Words: 2,491

Warnings: Violence, physical abuse, injuries, threatening behaviour and swearing.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators. <3

“Thrust the sole of your foot towards the attacker’s knee to incapacitate him or her, buying you enough time to run….” Bucky demonstrated what he was talking about with one of the older members of the group in the room, a 17 year-old male, before explaining exactly why it was effective. “It is a simple enough move that anyone can do but it gives you a higher rate of being able to get away because unlike the face and groin area the knee is nearly impossible to block….” A smirk tugged at his features as the male fell onto the mat beneath them. “….and people generally need a working set of legs to chase someone down.”

It had taken little over a year for Bucky to get to the point where he felt he could socialise properly in public. They knew who he had once been but they were also aware as to why he had done the things he had, no one feared him as much as they had done during his time as the Winter Soldier and eventually they even came to accept him as part of The Avengers. All of which worked well when he decided he needed to so something more productive with his free time…self-defence classes for vulnerable teens.

New York City seemed to be full of them and given the amount of trouble Steve always seemed to get himself into as a kid, starting fights he could never physically finish, he wanted to offer the one thing he never had done for his best friend (mainly because he always made sure that he was the one who finished the fights for him) and that was to teach them how to defend themselves. The moves he taught were not so that they could go out onto the streets and start fights, he made that perfectly clear from the start, but so they could avoid being hurt themselves or even being taken.

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 20

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: OooOOOooOOOOOhhhhh~  

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Sex with Vinny Mauro would Include

-Hair pulling kink

-More of the “Hard and Fast” type (You know what the say about drummers)

-But can be intimate

-Loves going down

-”Ah ,fuck,baby”

-Fingering king (Look at them hands)

-So much sIN

-Gripping your ass like his life depended on it

-Act’s like he hates it,but he secretly loves it when you give him hickeys

-Fan of public teasing

-Low moans in your ear 


Literally the most requesting smut…Y’all are sin.

Bang me like those drums,Vinny

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something where y/n is a nurse? Thank you!

Harry loved to hear about your day. To him, your job was “way cooler” than his. You were a nurse. He loved seeing you in your scrubs and even took it upon himself last halloween to wear a doctor costume.

Harry grinned from the driver seat as he beeped for you, smiling as he saw you wave to your colleagues before hurrying to his car, getting inside and buckling your passenger seat’s seatbelt before you both greeted each other with a kiss. “Tell me all about it.”

“Teenagers can be so immature! Like, this guy came today, yeah? And he had bruises all over his face and body. Guess why? Because he wanted to attempt to jump from his house’s roof to a trampoline. How fucked up is that?!”

Harry gasped, “No way!”

“Yes way!”

“What else? Did you treat him?” Harry asked eagerly.

“Course I did. He kept whining like a fucking child and I had to remember that I actually love my job to not go all trampoline on him.” You raised an eyebrow, shaking your head.

Harry laughed, looking at you for a second before looking back at the road.

“Oh, wait! Something pretty exciting happened tonight!” You squealed, turning in your seat to look at him.

With a grin, Harry replied. “What?”

“So Rachel, remember Rachel? The one with red hair, two kids, Jake and Sabrina?” You asked him, watching as he looked confused for a moment before he nodded in realization, “She called in sick today and I,” You dragged, drumming on your legs for a dramatic effect, “Was in a baby delivery room with doctor Anthony!”

Harry gasped, “No!”


“How was it?! Did you hold the baby? Was it a boy or a girl? Did the mother scream so much?” Harry asked excitedly, gripping the steering wheel as he grinned.

“It was incredible, Haz! And yes, I held the baby. She was so tiny, like carrying a potato. The mother was amazing, she handled it all so well. Her husband fainted though.”

“This seems like something I’d do.” Harry joked, looking at you and the road back and forth.

“Trust me, you came to my mind.”

After you had arrived home, Harry made sure he got a dose of cool stories from your job before sleeping, you telling him like it’s a bedtime story time.

“I’m so proud of you, love. You’re such an angel.” He ended the night with a kiss on your lips before kissing your shoulder and cuddling you, promising to pick you up from your shift tomorrow.

I know, I know. It’s short. I’m very sleepy. x

commission for the wonderful caitlin with the prompt: cas enveloping dean with his wings! (๑ˊ ꇴ ˋ͈)〜♡

Reggie x Reader: To Hell and Back (One Shot)

(A/N: ANOTHA ONE this is honestly one of my faves will possibly make a series but a slight chance only since I love the air of mystery around it)

WARNING: FUCKED UP CHARACTERS, DEATH, INAPPROPRIATE SEX LOCATION, (slight?) smut, BLOOD A LOT OF BLOOD, gore(?), mental illness, violence, bullying

Plot: The one where they all feared the wrong monster.

Reggie was not angry.

You see, angry would be synonymous to feelings and Reggie does not have feelings.

Well, not usually.

So, yes, Reggie Mantle was not angry – but by God, did he look like it.

With his seemingly permanently furrowed brow, tense physique, and gloomy – borderline looming, aura he looked like he would murder anyone who would dare as much as breathe in his direction. 

It wasn’t that unlikely.

Considering the many serious, almost grave, injuries the opposing players would gain from the many ‘unintentional’ and definitely unnecessary force Reggie seems to give in to his defense and offense on any game causing so much wins since most of the opponents would nearly just part ways when he was holding the ball out of fear. Not to mention, the rumors of many unrecorded fights and mysterious wounds he seems to get on different parts of his body every week.

On instinct, and for the sake of their survival, the students of Riverdale High parted like the Red Sea for the path Reggie decided to take.

Among those, was you, plain, old, normal you. 

The you who just wanted to graduate in peace and not cause any mark on any wall in this institution.

Unfortunately, you may have accidentally lit a firework when you caught the attention and, dare you might say it, affections of the none other than untouchable Reggie Mantle.

“Hello, dove,” he muttered, only loud enough for the both of you to hear, as he trapped you in a random wall, just beside your locker. “, aren’t you just beautiful today.”

You blushed, shifting your weight from one foot to another, still not used to his compliments even two years of pursuit and a year of a relationship.  “Thank you, Reggie,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss the side of Reggie’s lips as a proper greeting making Reggie’s lips twitch into a smile, a smile which you did not miss. “Walk me to class?”

The whole town, even you’re parents, thought of you as crazy when you decided to give the resident nightmare a chance. The judging stares and hushed whispers – the ones, Reggie had threatened to silence in the most violent ways – were more than enough to give you the impression of their distaste

Not that you cared, this was your relationship, not theirs.

And this was your Reggie, not theirs.

You knew him – the real him. 

The Reggie who broke another child’s finger when you were seven because the said bully has kicked down the sandcastle you worked so hard for. The Reggie who threatened to cut a grown man’s filthy tongue, making a very pretty straight bloody line with his small blade across the said tongue to prove that he was far from joking, when he cat-called you when he thought no one was watching. The Reggie who – despite some discomfort considering you were mere strangers then – hugged you and calmed you down after your parents decided to break the news of their divorce to you. 

The Reggie who managed to break your walls down and crush your doubts with his bloody and bruised hands through his persistent hunt for your heart. The wilted flowers, random compliments, and ‘just because’ trinkets was enough to melt your heart and, as your mother would like to call it, sell your soul to the devil.

Every town had their cliches and Riverdale was made out of it. 

So of course they had to have an incompatible couple: the beauty and the beast, the yin and yang, the angel and the demon.

All of the cringey titles were bestowed upon the both of you and you did your best to ignore it – or at least try not to roll your eyes.

If you looked at the both of you in their eyes: hulking figure and gracious curves, tanned scarred skin and flawless smooth exterior, wildly menacing aura and harmless almost innocent ambiance – you could’ve almost agreed.

But they got it wrong.
They got it all so wrong.

Reggie was not the devil, he wasn’t danger – you were.

Reggie was their salvation in disguise.

Because if it wasn’t for Reggie they would’ve had to face an evil that would make their nightmares feel like wistful daydreams. They would then have to realize that sometimes the plainest sheltered girls have the most fucked up minds – fucked up enough for them to mistake a deer’s carcass as an assault from a wolf instead of a knife attack from a pent up and frustrated sixteen year old who just got in between a messy divorce. 

Or think of a ginger boy’s corpse as a murder orchestrated by the Southside Serpents instead of a homicide committed by a victim of extremely subtle high school bullying.

“(Y/N), what have you done …”
Reggie was panting, startled to see the only person who mattered to him laughing and punching a stiff body of a classmate while a handgun was abandoned two feet away.

“… I told him to stop”
you could barely whisper, body shaking so badly from glee, fear, or satisfaction – you weren’t sure. “I begged him, Reggie! But he … they … if it wasn’t for Archie …”

“(Y/N) …”

“Go, Reggie!” you screamed, and Reggie saw the one thing that attracted him to you start to leak out from your eyes – your darkness. It was clear as day even with the tears and sobs that mixed with it. You finally cracked. 

“If they see you … they will blame you,”
you whispered, cradling the side of his face with your cracked nails and bloodied palms, making a sticky red mark on his cheeks that made him insanely more beautiful to your eyes. You were shaking and this time truly saddened because you knew it would be a while, if not forever, before you would get to see his face again.

You whispered, halfheartedly pushing him. He swiftly caught your hand and kissed the inside of your wrists, seemingly not minding the goo that dripped down there that stuck to the side of his lips, with a smile.

“You’re not getting rid of me that fast, dove.” He gave the corpse a glance almost too calmly. “Now, let’s go clean up this mess, okay?”

“But I …” you managed to close your hanging mouth. You pointed a shaky figure at the corpse of Jason Blossom, a satisfying red gaping hole in his head.

“I killed him.” You reminded him, wondering if he actually somehow overlooked the carcass in his eyes.

“I know.”

He stepped closer, you stepped back.

“This is not your problem, Reggie. Go, I don’t want you to be –“

Your ongoing ‘stepping close-stepping back’ battle was one by Reggie as he caught your arm and pulled you closer to him, chest by chest sharing the same breathe kind of close.

“I don’t owe this town – or fucking Golden Boy shit, and I love you,” his familiar confession – one you have heard about a hundred times from his mouth still caused your breath to hitch and your eyes to water. “, you know that.”

“I love you too, Reggie … so much,” you gripped his white shirt dirtying it up further and buried your sobs in it. “, but that’s exactly why you need to leave. I can’t drag you in this mess I created, Reg. I refuse to.”

You could barely make up the smirk that grew on Reggie’s face from your confession you could’ve almost fooled yourself to think it was an illusion but the kiss that followed afterwards definitely wasn’t. The breath taking and mind boggling kiss that was more tongue and teeth than what was considered proper – but you and Reggie were way past that. In that moment the last thing on your mind was proper.

So you let your need win.

You let Reggie pull you up, legs automatically wrapping on his hips and hands leaning on his shoulder for support as you snaked your bloodied hands on his perfect hair swallowing his small groan when you pulled at it. You let him trap you in between his body and a random tree that pricked your back through your thin and stained sundress as he grounded his arousal in your dripping core making you release undoubtedly loud moans that echoed throughout the woods.

He easily tore the thin sleeve of your dress, causing one of your breasts to be exposed to the cold breeze for a second before his mouth was warming you up; sucking and marking, teeth biting hard enough to make it hurt but gentle enough to throw a shot of pleasure in your spine.

You let Reggie in, physically and emotionally because if someone were to understand – it was Reggie.

You kept it from him at first, afraid that the man who had your heart would dash the moment he got a peek of your dark and twisted mind. That he only loved who you showed to the world – the perfect, clean cut (Y/N) that would never hurt a fly.

But you were wrong.

Because as much as he loved your pretense of innocence he also loved the darker, broken, and vicious version of you – not despite it but because of it.

And nothing felt more satisfying when he was deep inside of you, the first and last person to do so, feeling every ridge and length as you rocked back and forth in a harmonious pace even after two orgasms, never wanting to forget the feeling as he whispered sweet soothing words in your shoulders while the continuous sensitivity of every part of your body – the twitching and small shots of pain as a clue – screamed in protest. But you couldn’t bother to stop not when you were too busy studying and memorizing his scent; not when his hands and lips were roaming everywhere, leaving no patch untouched and not when he was looking up at your eyes as if you weren’t something to be feared or controlled – as if your broken facade was more beautiful than any creation God created in his green Earth.

You were all dark, no stars – Reggie couldn’t have asked for more.

“… me back to class?”

Reggie couldn’t help but feel elated at the sudden memory of the fateful day that tied your soul together.

A promise of forever – a beginning, marked by the death of another that would cause the secrets and darkness of Riverdale that they have graciously denied and hidden from each other to start leaking out to the light.

He smiled, taking your hands and kissed the back of your palms twice– thrice, never breaking eye contact.

“I’ll go anywhere for you, darling.”

“To hell and back?” you teased because you knew it would earn you an eye-roll and a kiss. He knew that you knew that he would do anything for you but he decided to play with your little game anyway, leaning down and catching your lips with his for a small kiss knowing you were never one for PDA.

“It would be a pleasure, my dove.”

Just A Little Crush

Originally posted by sonhyunwoomx

requested by my fam @joohoneymoney! i hope you like it <3

pairing: jooheon x [y/n]

word count: 1764

a/n: this scenario is actually inspired by this gif ! tehee, i hope you guys like it <3 i apologize for any grammatical errors. 

Luck was on your side for the first time and here you are, sitting in your seat with so much anticipation. Gripping on your Canon EOS 5D Mark IV with your right hand, you clutched onto your chest, trying to calm your beating heart. 

It’s finally the last fan meet. The first and last fan meet that you’ll attend and there’s nothing more that you could ever wish for but just to see the boys’ face to face. It has always been one of your bucket lists ever since you’ve came to Seoul. 

The whispers of other lucky fans sounded like bees buzzing around a flower. Suddenly, with the lights slightly dimmed, the whispers died down as soon as seven figures came in with such grace. Each and every one of them had different vibes and there was one that has already caught your attention. 

And it’s no other than Lee Jooheon

The rapper that had captured your heart for his passion and talent, not to mention his big heart. Despite the fact that a couple of people told you that he was scary, you didn’t care. You didn’t care since behind that image was a soft, ball of aegyo.

Somewhere deep inside of him, you knew that he was someone that has a beautiful and fiery heart, filled with passion and love. Standing just a couple of meters away from you, you couldn’t help but gaze at him with so much affection. 

A couple of shutters snapped you out from your thoughts and brought your camera up to your eyes, looking through the eye piece, fingers turning the focus ring until it finally focuses on his smiling face. 


Another, and another. He was smiling brightly at different cameras pointed at them. Eyes transferring from lens to lens until it finally lands on yours. Jooheon’s eyes have widened slightly but he quickly regained his composure, he flashed you the brightest smile that he ever has and you didn’t waste any time to capture such moment. 

Thinking that he was going to look at another lens, you were about to bring your camera down when he flashed you a finger heart, totally catching you off guard. However, you were quick and you were able to capture it before he brought his hand down and looked away with his cheeks flushed. 

Nice shot, [y/n]! you couldn’t help but gaze down at your camera, totally admiring how the shot came out and you started to think of ways to tweak it a bit to make it more beautiful. Losing yourself in your own world, a pair of eyes would constantly glance towards your way – eyes filled with stars. 

Jooheon couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of you being cute and beautiful at the same time. Never has he ever felt like this. When his eyes landed on your lens, he couldn’t help but keep his eyes on you until he saw your face. You had a different glow than the rest. 

Noticing a pair of eyes boring into the back of his head, he quickly turns around only to see a teasing smile from Hyungwon, who has been responding to Minhyuk and Changkyun’s question in such model-like manner. 

“What are you giggling about?” Hyungwon asks, slinging an arm around the younger. “Hehehehe, it’s a secret.” Jooheon sheepishly smiled at Hyungwon, making Hyungwon shake him a little bit on the shoulders, making Jooheon burst out laughing before leaning in to his ears, whispering the words that he’s never expected to say. 

“I think I have a little crush on one of our fans.” 

Pulling away to give the younger lad a teasing smile, Hyungwon could help but burst out into fits of giggles along with Jooheon. This was something that the two of them always liked to talk about. It was impossible for them to not have a little crush on one of their fans, but it was something that they’ve never expected Jooheon to experience. 

“Are you serious?” Hyungwon squeaked as he tried his best to calm his beating heart. Man, he was more excited that Jooheon. Jooheon’s frivolous grin was enough for Hyungwon to believe. Giving Jooheon a slight punch on the shoulder, Hyungwon couldn’t help but pull Jooheon back to the table, retreating with flushed cheeks. 

“Which one your little crush?” Hyungwon casually asked, finally regaining his composure. “The one with a cream cardigan with a loose white shirt paired with a light washed jeans and a black and white vans old skool skate shoes.” 

With Hyungwon’s eyes searching for the right match, Jooheon couldn’t help but let out a fruity laugh. “Found her.” In just seconds, Hyungwon’s twinkling eyes finally found its way to yours, only to burst into a smile when he saw your surprised, yet shy reaction when you caught him staring at you. 

“She’s pretty.”

([of/n] – other fan’s name) 

“Ne~ Thank you for coming to see us, [of/n]!” Jooheon beamed as he waved his hand at the red haired girl. Looking around at the venue, his eyes started to search for you but you weren’t there in your seat. Jooheon’s eyebrows furrowed as he strains his head to be able to have a view of those places that has been covered by a couple of things. 

This continued for a couple of minutes until he didn’t notice the person who was sitting right in front of him. 

“Jooheon oppa.” 

A small yet melodic voice called out to him, snapping him back to reality when in the end, the person whom he was looking for was finally right in front of him. His heart skipping really fast that Jooheon couldn’t help but flash her a shy grin. 

“O-oh, I’m sorry for spacing out a little bit… I was looking for you…” The last part came out as a whisper but it was loud enough for you to hear, your pale cheeks starting to heat up from the sudden confession. “I-it’s okay, I’m here now.” You stammered while looking away with your free hand fanning your flushed cheeks. 

It was now Jooheon’s turn to turn bright red. Jooheon was like in a glass box filled with emotions that he doesn’t seem to understand. Flashing you another shy grin, Jooheon looks down and takes a hold of your album and opens it on the page where you placed a bookmark for him. 

“What’s your name?” 

“[y/n]. It’s finally nice to meet you in person, Oppa.” You gazed up at him with your chin resting on your hands, watching his fingers move while writing down your name and his message on the page. His eyes would constantly trail upwards to meet yours, only to look away shyly with his cheeks flushed with a shade darker than before. 

So, [y/n], who’s your bias?” He casually asked with his hands open right in front of you, waiting for you to intertwine yours with his. Your eyes couldn’t help but stare at how his soft, slender fingers before finally intertwining it with his, giving it a light squeeze before winking at him teasingly. 

“You’re my bias.” 

Badump. First warning

Chuckling at how adorkable you are, Jooheon squeezes your hand in return with a follow up question. “Do you have a boyfriend?” You couldn’t help but pause for a moment, thinking if this was something an idol would usually ask. Shrugging your shoulders, you decided to just go with the flow without removing the smile that’s been on your face ever since you sat right in front of him. 

“I do not have a boyfriend since my heart is only for you~” 

Badump. Second warning

Totally taken a back from your reply, Jooheon couldn’t help but let out an embarrassed laugh. His hands untangles itself from yours before it reaches to cover his face. It was hard to deny that you were definitely something. 

Giggling at his reaction, you gently took hold of his wrists and pulled his hands down with a pout, “Don’t cover your face, Jooheony~ If you cover your face then I wouldn’t be able to see that beautiful smile of yours.” 

Badump. Final warning

It seemed like the tables were turned. It should’ve been Jooheon throwing all those smooth replies but because of his jittery heart, he was too embarrassed to do so. Just the sight of your beautiful smile was enough for him to go crazy.

 “Hajima~” he cutely cooed, only to burst out into another laugh, making you laugh along with him. “Jooheon, stop hogging our fan!” Kihyun whined, making you look at him with a smile. Pouting at his hyung, Jooheon sadly slumped his shoulders and sighed. 

“Our time’s finally up, huh? I have to give you to this hamster…” 

“Please, don’t…” you pouted your lips and knew that this was just another fan service. But this wasn’t just a fan service, this also had Jooheon’s sincere feelings. “I wish I could keep you in my pockets but Kihyun would get mad at me for hogging over you… Oh well, it was really nice talking to you.” 

His hands reach over to caress your soft cheeks. “It was nice talking to you too, Oppa.” You muttered while accepting the signed album, only to be stopped by Jooheon’s hand. 

“Don’t forget to check my message later, alright?” Nodding your head in response, you waved goodbye to him and proceeded to Kihyun, then to the remaining members. Everything was too fast for you but when you were in front of Jooheon, it felt like hours but in reality it was only for three minutes.

Heaving out a sad sigh, you opened your signed album and decided to look at their messages. It was filled with such sweet messages filled with sincerity and concern. Flipping through the pages, your hands stopped right on the page where Jooheon has signed moments ago. 

Jooheon’s message was nothing compared to the others. A long and hearty message was written and you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell with happiness. Each and every word was just as beautiful as he is. Trailing your eyes on the bottom, you couldn’t help but gasp at what was written below. 

And, [y/n], I think I have a little crush on you. I hope we can talk again or even better, meet each other again next time! I know this isn’t allowed but here’s my number, +82 ** **** ****. I really hope that we can hang out sometime or something… hehe… Anyways, have a beautiful day with Monsta X ♡

Love lots, 

Lee Jooheon ♡ ♡ ”


A short OQ prompt based on spoilers and my own desires. Photo by Irina @angry_fish on twitter.


He knows things aren’t right. He just feels it deep in his gut.

His therapist says that’s perfectly normal considering the circumstances. After all, who wouldn’t feel out of sorts after waking up from a six-month coma with no memories whatsoever.

Some days he still can’t believe it. An entire lifetime gone. He can’t remember anything no matter how hard he tries. All he knows is what they’ve told him.

His name is Jason Clark. He’s 40 years old. His birthday is June 7th. He used to be a web designer. He lives in Spokane, Washington. In a nice apartment with an English bulldog named Charlie. He lives alone. Doesn’t have much of a family from what he can tell. Not a lot of pictures on the walls. Not a single friend that he’s met, just acquaintances here and there.

A look in the mirror tells him that he has dark brown hair, nearly black, and green eyes. His closet tells him that he favors expensive suits over jeans and hoodies. And judging by his kitchen cabinets he’s apparently a big fan of pasta but none of it sparks a fraction of a memory or emotion. Just more mystery.

His therapist says things will get better. That as time goes by he’ll start to settle and possibly remember more.

But he knows that’s not true.

He’s lived this life for three months and it still doesn’t feel like his.

His apartment doesn’t feel like his home. His face doesn’t feel familiar. Hell, even the dog is acting like it barely knows him.

Things don’t feel right. And he can’t shake the feeling that the life he’s living isn’t his own.

Still, he tries. He takes Charlie on walks, he explores his neighborhood, he tries to find something that will spark his memory all to no avail… until that fateful Friday afternoon.

He’d taken Charlie out to the park, for a stroll near his favorite pond. He can’t remember going there often but Charlie always seems happy there. It’s on their second lap that they run into her.

It’s a complete accident. Charlie had tugged on his leash a bit to harshly and she clearly hadn’t been watching where she was going, so they bumped into each other. He apologizes, only wanting to make sure that she’s okay, when her hand latches onto to his elbow and she stares up at him with wide blue eyes.

“It’s you!” she breathlessly whispers. She says it with so much conviction, her grip on his arm growing tighter as she takes him in. “I’ve been looking for so long…”

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Better For Me (Part Six)

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Natasha (Reader sometimes calls her Natalia), Sam Wilson, let’s just say everyone in the fuckin compound lmao
Warnings: Swearing, cocky!Bucky, sexual tension, eventual smut, it’s a slow buuuurn. 
TRIGGER WARNINGS (CHAPTER 6): Attempted sexual assault, talks of past sexual assault/rape, violence, swearing, almost smut, angst
Summary: You meet one of New York’s richest Bachelor’s. He’s hot, he’s rich, and he’s an absolute fucking asshole. Luckily for you, you’re an asshole too and you could take a challenge any day. Within the first 24 hours of knowing each other, you’ve already pushed each other over breaking point. But when something comes up, you’re both forced to try and get along. Can it be possible?
Word Count: 3K+
Chapter Summary: You and Bucky spend the holidays with your family and he discovers something horrific about you and the only thing on his mind is getting out of there.
A/N: Chapter 7A coming soon! If I missed any trigger warnings, please let me know! If you want to be in the taglist, links are below!


Originally posted by kingsebastian

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Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (Ft. Jackson & Jinyoung)

Genre: Angst

Summary; Things between Jaebum and Jackson turn full circle, and Jaebum has nowhere left to run.

Please note that this series contains mentions of road/car accidents, amnesia and cheating - (violence in this chapter)

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