sweet up from the feet up

What Passengers Do In Private

Request: “Hi I’d like to request just some jealous sirius, well not jealous more super protective and possessive (is that the word I’m looking for, idk😅) And the reader doesn’t really mind and that’s what makes them the power couple from Hogwarts. Hope you understood everything 😅💚”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: SMUT! POSESSIVE SIRIUS! DADDY KINK UM YES

Originally posted by ferxxy

The vibrations of the moving train cart caused your head to gently bounce on the glass window you leant against, watching the monotonous landscape sweep by while you waited for your friends to come back after packing their luggage away. You peered up keenly as a knock sounded from the compartment door, only to realise it was one of the prefects, a young man named Johnathan. You nodded at him to come in, and he slid the door, quickly coming to sit beside you.

“How are you (Y/n)?” He asked, sitting a bit too close for comfort. “I couldn’t help but notice you’re all alone in here. I’m just in the cart next door.” He motioned with his thumb. “Would you mind if I kept you company?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Always a million questions with this guy; none of which he’d ever wait for you to answer. It was obvious from the way he spoke in a condescending tone that he only initiated these conversations to get into your pants, not caring about actually getting to know you.

“I appreciate it, really Johnathan, but I’m waiting for my friends.” You forced a polite smile, edging away from him.

“Aren’t I your friend?” He questioned, placing his hand firmly on your thigh. At this point your back was up against the train window, attempting to recoil away from his touch. You opened your mouth to reproach him, but was interrupted by the sounds of boyish laughter flooding into the cart, only to be instantly cut off.

Sirius eyed the scene, analysing your uncomfortable posture, as his three friends stood awkwardly in the hallway behind him.

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Lovesick

A Bucky x Reader / smut

A/N: This is a rewrite of one of my SPN fics called ‘Purr’. I haven’t had much of a mojo to write anything new, but I wanted to put some kind of content out for you guys. Also, you’ll be happy to know it’s mechanic!Bucky. I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think ♥

Word Count: 1,629

Warnings:
- SMUT.
- 18 or over please.
- if i see any blog under 18 like this or reblog it, I will have to block you.
- please, always wear a condom.

Tags: (no tags this time besides my peeps, please see the bottom of this fic if you would like to be tagged in future fics)

*gif is not mine.

Bucky had been gawking at you all day like a lovesick teenager. When your eyes would meet his sapphire blues, he’d quickly look away, as if he didn’t want you to notice his wandering eyes. You saw him though, saw his shimmering orbs scan over every inch of your body, stopping at your breasts and lingering there. Sometimes his mouth would hang open just an inch as he stared and you were surprised he never drooled, those perfect pouty lips making you want to attack his mouth in broad daylight.

You’d be lying if you said you were the innocent one, the urge to fuck his brains out growing with each moment you spent with him. When he was practicing his combat skills at Stark Tower, or tuning up Steve’s bike in the garage, you’d watch the muscles work underneath his skin with each movement, longing to run your fingers over each vein.

You’d brought him a bottle of water and watched drops of sweat run down his forehead, across his cheek, and disappear into his shirt. You’d balled your hands into fists at your sides, the urge to taste the salty liquid from his skin overwhelming you. So many times you had thought about what it would be like to feel his huge, strong hands working you over like he did baby’s engine.

“Y/N?” Bucky said sharply, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts. You clenched your thighs together and could already feel the wetness pooling in your panties. “Can you pass me that wrench from the toolbox?” You got up on shaky legs and grabbed the wrench you thought he needed from the rusted, red toolbox on the backseat.

“Thank you,” he started, taking it from your hands. “But that’s not the one. Let me show you.” His hand found the small of your back, leading you to the toolbox. He pulled out the correct wrench and presented it to you. His hand was on your back again, guiding you back to Steve’s bike. “See, this one fits because of the way this bolt goes.” You watched him bend over, admiring the grease that was speckled up and down his forearms and biceps. You were suddenly uncomfortable, your thoughts turning to pure filth as you imagined him smearing that grease all over your naked skin.

“I- I’m gonna go inside,” you stammered, fidgeting with your hands. “It’s too hot out here.”

You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you as you walked to the door of your motel room, your heart beating loudly in your chest. You closed the door behind you and pressed your back to it, letting out the deep breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. Suddenly exhausted, you flopped down on your stomach onto the bed closest to the door, and fell asleep almost instantly.


You had no idea how much time had passed, but sunlight was still shining through the curtains as you fluttered your eyelids open. After your brain peeked through your sleep induced fog, your senses realized what had awoken you. Calloused fingertips ran down your bare thighs from behind you, followed by full hands rubbing your tired muscles. You closed your eyes again and took moment to catch your breath, knowing it was Bucky.

“Is this okay?” You heard him whisper, the smell of oil and leather invading your senses. Suddenly, his hands were right below your ass, cupping the soft flesh there.

“Are you joking?” you asked without thinking, feeling goosebumps rise along your skin at his touch. This is what you’d been dreaming about for weeks. “Please don’t stop.”

As if a switch had been flipped in him, Bucky suddenly had his hands around your waist, flipping you over onto your back. He was still covered in grease, even more so now from working on the bike. His hands moved hungrily underneath your shirt, smearing the black substance along your heated skin. You felt like you were on fire, about to combust, when his lips suddenly crashed into yours. A moan escaped your lips and got lost in his mouth, as he brought your bottom lip between his teeth.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for this? To touch you like this?” He growled into your neck, as he peppered it with quick and lustful kisses. “Too fucking long.”

“I- I saw the way you looked at me,” you managed to say, Bucky’s lips moving down to your collarbone and suckling there. “Like you were undressing me with your eyes.”

Bucky brought his eyes up to meet yours; those beautiful, swirling pools of blue. You felt your breath hitch at the sudden eye contact, your teeth biting on your bottom lip. You swore his face was made of marble, the beautiful creases by his eyes and even the tiny scar on his cheek so beautiful. You brought your hand up to trace the lines on his cheeks, and his eyes instinctively closed at your soft touch.

“You caught me,” he answered with a sly smile, his tongue snaking out to swipe over his plush bottom lip. “Now I want to undress you for real. Do you mind?”

His eyes were glinting with mischief and lust. How could you say no to someone so attractive? You shook your head no, unable to form words. Bucky quickly disposed of your grease covered t-shirt and bra, following with your cotton shorts. You suddenly remembered that you had failed to put on any panties today, suddenly self-consciously naked under his intimidating gaze. Bucky whistled, the sound echoing off the motel room walls.

“Would you look at that pretty pussy?” he groaned out, brushing his thumb softly across your already swollen clit. “Just as I imagined it would be.”

He got down on his knees at the end of the bed and put his palms underneath your ass to pull you closer to him. Your nipples were so sensitive and hard already, you couldn’t help but roll them between your fingers as you watched Bucky’s mouth come closer and closer to your dripping sex. “What do you say I make you purr like Steve’s bike outside, hmm?”

Before you could even answer, his soft lips were wrapped around your clit. At first, his tongue moved in torturous circles around your bundle of nerves, before sucking it into his mouth and making your toes curl. Every few seconds he’d stop, allowing you to catch your breath and swiping his tongue inside you to taste your juices, before sucking your clit into his mouth again and again. You were so close to cumming already and he could tell, your entire body trembling, your legs instinctively trying to close around his head. Bucky inserted one of his thick fingers inside you, growling at your walls pulsing around it.

“Fuck,” he growled, curling up his finger to brush perfectly against your g-spot. “Let me feel you cum, Y/N.”

That’s all it took for your orgasm to crash through you in a violent wave, your entire body jerking on the bed, your moans reaching the ceiling.

“You’re so sweet and you taste even sweeter,” Bucky said, sucking your juices off his finger. Your entire chest and face was flushed scarlet from your orgasm, your pussy aching for Bucky to fill you up.

“Please, Bucky,” you begged, tugging at his belt and pulling him closer.

“Tell me,” he commanded, brushing his thumb along your cheek.

“I need to feel you fill me,” you whispered, and his eyes lit up even more. His pants and boxers were pooled around his feet quicker than you could blink. You gasped at the sight of his hard, thick cock pointed right in your direction. You couldn’t help but reach your hand out to grab it, to feel the ridges and veins glide in your palm as you stroked him up and down. You licked the bead of precum off the tip of his cock, ensuring you made eye contact with him the entire time.

“Lay back,” he said, taking his cock into his own hand and lazily stroking it. He spread your legs apart with his free hand and ran the head along your slick folds, brushing it against your clit with each turn. He eased himself in slow, allowing your tight walls to accommodate his size. Bucky hissed between his teeth as he sunk himself deep inside you, feeling your sweetest spot against his sensitive tip. He pumped his hips into you at a slow pace at first, but you were already desperate for more friction, desperate for him to fuck the ever loving shit out of you.

“Faster,” you breathed out, the desperation in your voice thick and needy. “Harder. Fuck me.”

Bucky pumped into you faster and faster, the redness creeping up his chest as he fucked you deeper and deeper. His fingers dug into your ankles so deeply, he left marks. The sweat from his brow was dripping onto your stomach now,

“I’m going to fucking cum so deep inside you,” he grunted out between thrusts, the feeling of his hard cock pulling at your walls making you want to cum again. “I can’t hold it anymore.” You watched as Bucky’s face contorted and you felt his cock twitch inside you as he came, sending you over the brink yourself. You both moaned each other's’ names as you released, tingles pricking at your skin. He collapsed on top of you, the grease from his arms now rubbing all over you once more. Once you were both able to catch your breath, Bucky propped himself up on his elbow to look at you.

“You’re all dirty,” he said, a sly smirk on his face. “What do you say I go clean you up?”


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love thy neighbor (1)

Originally posted by kookieminnies

characters: jungkook x reader, jimin 

genre: smut, fluff, angst(?)

warnings: language, roughness, smut, oral, mxm references, 

Jeon Jungkook was a pain in your ass but, you would never wish the crushing pain of heartbreak on anyone.

a/n: basically,, u live in an apartment. jungkook lives above u and is loud and annoying. then things happen. i’ve been working on this one for a whileee and i’m actually proud of it so i hope u guys like it :)) there are TWO parts idk when two is being posted but im working!! leave me feedback plz


Your right eye seemed to be twitching again—the second time within an hour. Your fingers harshly dug into the side of your phone, putting your volume as high as it could go. The soothing beats and vocals from your favorite artist—that seemed to always get you through your all nighters—did nothing to block out the loud footsteps and steady tempo from above you. You groaned, slamming your pencil down on top of your notebook, a few flashcards scattering from the impact.

As often as this happened you still couldn’t get used to it. The college aged boy living above you seemed to always have enough energy to run a marathon—which is what you expected he did during his free time—always stomping around and blasting a mixture of music ranging in different genres.

The first time you were disturbed by his loud music and heavy feet was a week after you moved into the cozy apartment. You were trying to catch a nap after hours of unpacking but every time your eyes closed, a booming bass would force them open. After an internal debate with yourself, you marched upstairs, banging on the door like a madwoman. When the door swung open, you weren’t expecting a man so handsome to answer.

You could recall that day so well. He was wearing a white tee—something you noticed he wore quite often— blue jeans and had a pair of bright neon socks covering his feet. His eyes were large and a warm mocha brown, almost distracting you from the sweet bunny smile plastered on his face.

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Such A Sap ~Freaky February~ (S.R)

prompt: Hi, do you think you could write a Spencer Reid smut? Like, he gets jealous of Morgan flirting with the reader cause they’ve been dating for a year or so and has to claim her? You’re an awesome writer, I live for your smut <3

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Word Count: 1.27k

Warning: None(a little long before you reach the smut)

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Rumor Has it... (Version 2)

(Completely rewritten to be less garbage. Now contains 100% more sadness!!)

Eighth year, fluff, angst


Part 1:

Harry stared at the windowsill as the first hint of dawn light crested over the steep Scottish countryside around Hogwarts. All around him, Harry’s dormmates snored and shifted in their sleep, though the heavy brocade curtains pulled around each bed muffled most of the sound. He stifled a yawn, wishing he could fall back to sleep but the vague haunting nightmare that had jolted him awake an hour ago still clung to the edge of his mind.

“…Harry…”

Harry leaned forward, his ears straining after the faint voice he could have sworn called his name.

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Hufflepuff Through The Seasons.

Summer: Waking up to golden light streaming through your barely closed curtains, the sound of birds chirping, nestling yourself deeper into the few white sheets that cover you. Enjoying the longer days in the sun, the warmth and the earthy smells. Spending hours playing silly, child-hood games with your friends or sitting on the front porch with a cat curled up on your lap. Sipping at chilled, lemon tea, and the sound of the soft chink of ice cubes against the glass. frantic water fights, tag-teaming against your other friends. Then watching as the last rays of sun sink beyond the horizon. The pink glow of the dusk filled clouds. Then finally settling back into bed, with a warm cup of tea and a book, while you listen to the cicadas through the open window. A light breeze sending you off to sleep.

Autumn: Waking up with a few more blankets piled on your bed, most fallen off from the still warm nights. The sun still starting to come up and the air slightly crisp. Mist laying on the distant hills.The sound of the kettle as you make tea, drinking it quietly in your warm bed. Sleeping a few extra hours, snuggling deep in your blankets. Walking through trees, laced with red, yellow and brown. Disturbing piles of freshly racked leaves, collecting a few rare beauties as you go. Stocking piling acorns like a squirrel for no reason, then feeling sad when you accidentally drop or lose one. Roasting chestnuts over an open fire. Watching as the days grow shorter and the trees deader in preparation for winter. Watching the rain pour down from the ledge near the window, nestling into a newly brought jumper. Indulging yourself in the seasonal treats. Trick or treating with your friends even though you know you’re already too old. Falling asleep under growing layers of blankets , to the feint sound of trickling rain.

Winter: Experiencing your first frost. Waking up colder than you wished. Burrowing deeper into your blankets to warm up. Eventually crawling up to make yourself a hot cup of tea while still being wrapped in every blanket you own. Feet crunching through frozen grass to get the mail. Puffing out balls of steam, pretending your a dragon. Watching as the snow begins to fall silently. Having brutal snow ball fights with friends and making snowmen and snow angels. Warming your feet up in front of the fire and drying your snow covered clothing. The sweet smell of steam in the warm air. The smell of wood smoke. Setting up the Christmas lights and the Christmas trees. Wrapping paper littering the floor. Smells wafting in from the extravagant Christmas feast. Waving your friends and family goodbye, feeling content. The sound of the kettle as you search for your long lost hot water bottle. Preparing for the cold night a head. Watching as the sun goes down early, the last blankets off snowing drifting peacefully. The dozens of blankets piled on your bed. Snuggling in deep, feeling like a badger or hedgehog. Falling asleep to the warmth of your hot water bottle.

Spring: Waking up to the fresh noise of bird song. Shoving off your blankets as the days get warmer. Snow melting and plant life is popping up everywhere. The fresh, crisp scent, like the morning after a storm. Yellow Daffodils nodding their heads in the soft breeze. Soft rain showers. Green everywhere. You pick bunches of Daffodils, and make daisy chains for all your friends. You watch as you cat turns another year older. You celebrate Easter with more chocolate than you need, feeling sick by the end of it. You watch as the days, once again, grow longer and warmer. You dance around, making dandelion wishes. Picking plums from trees and eating the sweet fruit. Making over sweet Jam with the leftover plums. Watching as sky lines appear more frequent in the deep blue sky. The silent droning of passing planes, that seem a life time away. watching as new born lambs learn to walk and prance around, giddy to explore. Feeling happy as the world feels reborn. Playing on an old chain swing, tied to a small oak. watching as the sun sets slowly. Prolonged, as if it is reluctant to see the new season’s first day die. You boil up a cup of tea and settle in bed, listening to another shower of spring rain. You sip at your tea, as your cat curls up on top of your covers. You fall asleep, dreaming for the next Summer, Autumn, and Winter.

He’s Got Them Thick Thighs (Grayson Dolan x Reader)

Summary: Just a short imagine of you trying something new with your boyfriend. 

Warnings: Smut (ish), thigh riding. 

Word Count: 777.

A/N: shoutout to @thedolangifs and her blurbs for inspiring me to write this !

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Crush (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: Bruce is a dick and Jason storms away. You are the only one following him.

Warnings: eh, light smut? You make out, basically it’s nothing, slight angst

Note: (Y/A) = your alias

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“We have to–”

“No!”

Jason tried to help. He just wanted to help, but Bruce pretended he had just killed someone, what he didn’t, like Jason’s judgment was not good enough to be considered.

“He will escape!”

“You are not part of the team anymore, Red Hood. Stand down!”

This felt like a punch right in the gut. Jason stood there, looking at Bruce who turned to Dick, what made Jason’s throat tighten even more. The world around him blurred and his heart ached with pain and rage.

You watched him. Suddenly the bat on your chest burned and you wanted to rip it off, throw it to the ground and quit.
You stepped forward, searching for words that were pouring from your brain and disappear. You couldn’t understand how Bruce didn’t notice how much it hurt Jason, the uncontrollable anger that rose and was about to spill out of him.

Jason’s jaw tensed. Fine, he thought and just ran. He ran and jumped from roof to roof, not checking if it was safe. No one cared about him anyway, right? He was alone in this city, in this world.
Alone in death. Alone in life.
Would they even notice if he’d die, again.
Probably not.

“No one wants to go after him?!” You shouted at everyone, but mostly Bruce. He gave you a quick levelled look and it pushed you over the edge. “You’re an extra asshole today, Bruce. Screw you.” And with that you followed Jason.

You thought Jason was funny, you didn’t know him well, though and yes, you had developed this little crush on him, but this now was something else.
This was anger and fear.
Anger about Bruce’s behavior and fear that one day he might treated you just like Jason today.
And you never wanted to witness that.

Jason was a few feet ahead of you now. “Jason, stop!” You yelled, but he ignored you, pushing even harder. You look ahead of him and a wave of panic broke free. “STOP!” You knew he wouldn’t make that jump and you were sure he knew that too what made it even sadder.

You acted swiftly, reaching for your grappling gun.
You shot and made it pull you what gave you speed.
Jason jumped, but you just made it in time to grab his arm, swinging the two of you in a half circles and crashing into the sixth floor of some office building.

You laid beside him in the sharp pieces of shattered glass. Your cheek was cut open, blood dripping down to your jaw.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” He growled. Jason was holding his upper arm, trying to rub the dull pain from landing away.

You scoffed. “With me? You were jumping… jump– jumping into death!” You wanted to sugar coat it, but were at a loss of words once more. He didn’t, right? He wouldn’t just want to die again?

“And?” Jason laid his head down, mask facing the ceiling. “My decision.”

“Thought since you knew how it is to die you tried to avoid doing it again.” You mumbled indignant. It just frustrated you.

“I don’t have to talk to you,” he said angrily and got up.

“Thank you, (Y/N). Thank you for being the only one coming after me.” You mimicked his voice before talking in your own tone. “No biggie, Jason. Bruce was a real dick. I really like you and if you ever need company just give me a ring. You are not alone, dude.”

He was stopping right at the edge of the window and his head turned slightly.
You wondered if he was crying under the helmet.

“You’re a good liar.”

“You are bad at spotting lies then, because non of this was a lie.”

He stomped past you. His lethal body now towering over you, making your heart race. You wanted to see his eyes so bad in this moment.

“You hate me just as much as everyone else does, don’t pretend.” He hissed.

You laughed inauthentic, almost sarcastically. “That’s what you think?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I didn’t know you were so desperate for approval.”

Now he was the one laughing inauthentic, almost sarcastically.
You were standing there, daring at each other as if at any second you would kill one another.

You were the first to move, taking a deep breath.
Jason watched your face soften and body relax almost as if he had defeated you and it didn’t make sense to him.

“I don’t hate you, Jason. I hate that I like you.” You paused. “Like in like like. I’m not good with feelings, you know.” You shrugged.

He tore his helmet off his face. His brows were pulled into a tight frown. His eyes made your insides tingle, but they were so full of question. “What?”

“Yeah.” You raised your hands innocently. “C'mon, don’t tell me your self-esteem is so damaged you don’t believe someone has a crush on you.”

He didn’t even blink.

You got more serious now. “I mean, that’s not why I ran after you. Bru–”

His lips shut you up. Soft, warm lips moved against yours, sweet and tenderly asking for permission. One of his hands slipped from your shoulder to your neck and the other one had took a hold of your chin, tugging it up slightly.
You straightened up and stepped towards him. You pulled him closer by his leather jacket before your hand dipped into his dark hair and wrapped around the hot skin of his neck.
The ground underneath your feet shook so blissfully, making both your knees weak.

Each others lips were the best things you two have ever tasted, sweeter than honey and you wanted more; you couldn’t get enough.
Jason’s lips were making your head spin and yours made him forget about all the shit floating in his head for once.
It was an instant addiction. You craved more from one another.

His hands travelled down your sides, slowly, leaving your skin warm and charged with electricity that made you shiver.
All this stupid body amour in the way.
You jump and wrapped your legs around him. Jason carried you to one of the desk that were standing around. The shattered glass creaked underneath his boots.

You trailed kisses along his jawline. Tiny gasps sneaked over his lips as you bit the skin on his neck just so lightly.
It sounded more melodic than music to you.
Jason tugged on your hair. You breathed in sharply and found his eyes which gleamed with passion and lust, seeming three shades darker.

He laid his forehead to yours while his hands held your thighs, rubbing tiny patterns. “Not here.” He whispered, breathing heavily. “We deserve better.” He looked around and a small grin tugged on his lips.

You nodded and he leaned back in, kissing you for some more moment before grabbing his helmet and putting it on. It was so hard to pull away, to not rip each others amour off right there.

You two stood at the edge now, trying to figure out where you were.
He was holding your hand almost as if he was scared you’d vanish or be ripped away from him if he didn’t.

“I think my apartment is close,” he said. “But this hotel is closer. I mean, would be quite funny to just walk in as (Y/A) and Red Hood.” He shrugged. “I already see the article in Gotham Gossip.” His eyes scrutinized your face and he smiled seeing how flushed you were.
He didn’t feel alone.

“That be a real punch in the face for them. They always try to make me and Dick work.” You picked your grappling gun up, handing it to him.

“I don’t ship that.” He pulled you close and aimed at the nearest roof. You laughed while being dragged through the air. He let go of you as your feet touched the roof and you ran jumping to another one as a voice echoed in your ears.

“Red Hood, (Y/A), you copy?”

Jason stopped and you crashed into him. He kept his hands around you. You shook your head, looking up at the red helmet.

“We can’t just– I didn’t know you were so bitter, (Y/N).” The smirk on his lips was audible.

“I’m not bitter, I just have a million other things on my mind now and every single one is you.”

“I– Same, but we have to.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and smile warmly. “You’re too pure, Jason.”

“We–” He was searching for the right words, how to phrase what he wanted to say best. “We have time, right?”

You get on your tiptoes and kiss the helmet where his mouth was supposed to be. This wasn’t just lust. There was so much more beneath the lust and longing. “Right,” you said, smiling foolishly.

“We copy, Batman. Sup?”

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While writing this, this scenario of someone trying to hug Jason and his chest taser is still on, popped up in my mind and made me laugh real hard.
Also, I guess I’ll do a part two. » part two is up

This Is War [3]
Request: jealous!bucky where he tries to outdo the guy in everything and its just ridiculous and funny (Again, wasn’t sure if this was an ACTUAL request, but I thought it would be fun as one :p) 


Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1069

Warnings: This part is a little angsty? Reader is COLD. 

A/N: Here is part 3!! Feedback would be awesome as always! I hope you enjoy this part and thank you everybody for reading!! It means SO much to me. xo

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Shiro/Matt Fic Recs

Cardboard Castles by Agapostemon   // 35k (series, WIP)

A Very Original Modern AUTM. Mostly Shiro-centric. Lots of fluff (mostly platonic). Lots of mental illness feels. Lots of suffering, but always happy endings.

Keith has BPD. Shiro and Matt have PTSD. Lots of Broganes. A bunch of dorky engineers being dorky. Eventual Klance. Slow burn Shiro/Matt. Like… really, really slow. Like nine years worth of slow.

ok,,, this is like my fave series ever,,, shatt is in it but not a huge part of it (in the last fic it is) but its so goOD 

take my hand, take my whole life too by AlwaysRain // 32.5k (multi-chapter; WIP)

“Matt… can you not remember?”


Shiro can hear his own heartbeat in the long silence that follows. It seems like Matt isn’t going to answer, but then he does- so quietly that Shiro can barely hear his voice rasping with disuse.


“… I don’t know where I am.”


Pure angst and i love it. theres aftermath of torture and future butt stuff so u are warned

Like Rubidium and Water by firepaladins // 6.8k (one shot)

“Hey, have you ever seen what happens when you put rubidium in water?” 

SOME GOOD OLD SCHOOL AU where shiro is a jock and matt is a mad scientist, aka he likes blowing shit up.

thats some gay shit by solllys // 16.6k (multi-chapter)

pidge: lance is a harlot
pidge: but he’s our harlot and we love him
lance: i cant believe youre calling me a slut
keithkogay: when the shoe fits
lance: go away emo hermit
keithkogay: no im taking you to walmart get down here you fucking twink

THIS IS SO FUNNY i love text based fics, but this is mostly klance but shatt is in it and its cuter than a baby with a puppy. as u can read from the description, bad words are used ALOT u have been warned

Pardon Me byeso (cazzy) // 2.7k (oneshot)

“Wait,” Lance says, scrambling on the couch until he’s sitting up. “I do have questions about the derivatives, but I’m dying to hear more about this barista that swept you off your feet!”

“You already know everything,” Shiro sighs, moving to pack up his laptop and textbook. “He works at Castle of Lions and we’ve talked a grand total of three times.”

YALL…. pining shiro is great this fic is so sweet and short but i still love it

Love and Other Questions by squirenonny // 43.3k (multichapter; WIP)

One week after news of the Kerberos disaster broke, Pidge receives a new Mark–proof that Matt is still alive. She breaks into the Garrison to find him, only to find herself caught up in the fight for the fate of the universe.

Keith keeps his arms covered so he doesn’t have to watch Shiro’s scars compounding on his skin–but doing so means cutting off contact with his romantic soulmate, who greets him each morning with a new (and terrible) pickup line.

Shiro and Matt thought they were the luckiest people alive when they found out they were going to Kerberos together. But Shiro hasn’t seen Matt’s untidy scrawl on his arm in almost a year, and he has no idea if his soulmate is even still alive.

[Canonverse Soulmate AU with romantic and platonic soulmates (and some gray areas in between)]

im crying,,, this is angsty as heck and is sad but its so good,,,, pls read it. klance is also in this

Holy Shattrimonyby Ikira // 14k (Series; WIP)

Shiro just thought that he was helping Matt out, keeping him safe while they were prisoners, making sure he had enough to eat, that kind of thing. The other alien prisoners, however, see it in a slightly different light. Congrats, Matt and Shiro, you officially just got space-hitched!

this is also a really good series and just… matt and shiro get space married and cute things. smut in the last part of the last fic and skippable

The Trials and Tribulations of Matthew Holt by herekittie // 15k (multi-chapter)

“Takashi Shirogane is my pilot,” he said, voice flat and monotone. “Takashi Shirogane is my pilot, Katie. Takashi Shirogane.”

“Yes…?”

As if someone had flipped a switch, Matt freaked out in a burst of emotion, nearly knocking his head into Katie’s nose when he turned. “Takashi Shirogane, Katie. The Garrison darling! He holds all the records! All of them! Fastest stimulation time, youngest instructor, most liked instructor, and. And.” He looked down at his phone again.

“Right,” Katie said, drawing the word out. “Your crush.”

“Yes,” Matt replied. “My crush.”

A 5+1 thing that started as ‘times Samuel Holt interrupted Matt and Shiro’ but eventually became 'times Matt falls in love with Shiro’

god i love sam holt as much as he loves his peas,,,,, but dang this is cute and i can RELATE TO MATT LOL


ill be adding more to my list if i have time but!!! these are my current fave shatt fics (that i could pull outta my ass in like 10 minutes) but i always want more to read and add to my list!!! 

EDIT: I FORGOT TO LINK THE FICS WHOOPS WOW

Airports

Masterlist

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (mentions of platonic!Harrison x reader)

Summary: You pick Harrison and Tom up from the airport and sleepy boys give sleepy cuddles.

Warnings: mentions of sex, fluff

You weren’t having a particularly busy day. You were trying to do some cleaning done before the boys came home this evening but you had gotten side-tracked scrolling through Instagram so you hadn’t got time to do the vacuuming before Harrison rang.

“Afternoon, ugly.” Harrison’s voice filled your ear and you heard the unmistakable sound of Tom laughing in the background.

“Now is that any way to talk to your best friend?” You berated him, “I take it you’ve landed?”

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Close Quarters

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ao3

Sam shakes his head, laughing at his brother. “Always with the scissors, Dean.”

Dean doesn’t even dignify him with a response. Rock-Paper-Scissors is a sacred, binding contract for laundromat duty and he’s lost fair and square. He picks up the duffles full of dirty clothes and hoists them over his shoulder.

Cas, who has been watching this exchange with interest from the far bed, gets to his feet. “I’d be happy to assist you.”

“Oh, how sweet,” Sam practically chirps. “A laundry date.”

“Shut up, Sammy.” He looks at Cas. “C’mon if you’re coming.”

They try to time things to be back at the bunker before they’re out of clean clothes, but an unexpected addition to their last case had them heading four hundred miles in the wrong direction.

Dean slings the bags into the back seat while Cas searches for to the nearest laundromat. It’s not far from the motel and, from the pictures on the website, it looks fairly bright and cheery
as far as coin laundries go.

Dean parks out front and they each grab a bag. Inside, the washers stand in rows while dryers line the walls. Dean drops his bag on a high counter meant for folding clothes and goes to find the change machine. By the time he returns, his jacket pocket heavy with quarters, he finds Cas standing between two open washer doors carefully studying one of Sam’s t-shirts.

He looks to Dean with the same face he uses when he’s making sure a sigil is correct. “Is this considered a dark or a light?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m sorting.”

“Well, stop it.”

“Dean,” Cas says with the utmost concern, “the label says to wash separately.”

“They all say that, Cas. Time to live on the edge.” He reaches into the second washer and grabs the couple of things that are in there and throws them in with the other clothes.

Cas frowns, but pulls some more clothes out of the bag.

Dean sighs. “The trick is to not touch any of this nasty stuff. Have you met Sam Winchester?” He shudders; there’d been Mexican food recently.

“Of course I have, Dean,” Cas grouses. “And he said I should sort the laundry.”

Dean takes the bag from Cas’s hand and dumps it into the washer, then slams the door shut with a flourish. “Ok, maybe at home that’s fine, but on the road it’s all about cheap and efficient. And as long as there isn’t anything—“ he glances around at the other patrons before continuing, “unnatural on the clothes, you can wash them all together in cold water.” He’s still pissed about the ectoplasm that ruined one of his favorite band t-shirts. Sam knows that shit needs to be treated with vinegar first.

“I don’t understand why clothing comes with rules if you’re just going to ignore them.”

“You,” Dean says. “Mr. I Rebelled From Heaven. You’re judging my laundry law-breaking.”

Cas’s scowl lightens into something close to a smile.

Grinning, Dean hands Cas some quarters. “Go get some soap.”

When the soap is added, Dean slots the quarters one by one into the washer. “This used to be Sam’s favorite part. I had to lift him up so he could reach.”

“You spent a lot of time in laundromats as kids.”

“Yeah, and let me tell you most of them weren’t nearly as nice as this one.” He ushers Cas to a couple of empty seats where they can keep an eye on their washer. He nods toward the sign announcing free wi-fi that hangs over the row of vending machines. “Plenty of times Dad left us in one and went off to a bar.”

Cas gives him that same pinched-brow look he always gets when Dean talks about John, but Dean waves it off. “It was actually kind of fun. Sam and I played a lot of hide and seek in these things.” He nudges the wheeled laundry cart with his foot. “Raced around in these when the place was empty.”

It hadn’t been all bad. Even without a door to lock between them and the rest of the world, laundromats felt safer than motels a lot of the time. They were mostly populated by moms and old ladies and sometimes they shared snacks or gave quarters when John left them lacking in one or the other. The swishing sounds of the washer, the hum of the fluorescent lights, even the startling buzzers from the timers. These were all soothing, familiar sounds that led to the simple joy of clean, warm-from-the dryer clothing. Even after the years of having the bunker to call home, Dean still finds himself hoarding quarters just in case.

It’s funny to think that he learned all this as a child, but now he’s teaching an older-than-dirt angel how to do it. But it’s kind of nice to have him here, tagging along not because he has to but for the sheer sake of keeping Dean company. That’s been a happy realization, since the two of them became…well, whatever the hell they are these days. The way that having someone by your side can make even the most mundane tasks fun. Things like grocery shopping, where Cas studies coupons like they’re instructions for defusing a bomb, or washing dishes, which was inevitably followed by instructing Cas on how to snap a dishtowel. (Cas had gotten surprisingly good in a short amount of time with Dean’s ass as his target.) Not to mention the unexpected bonus of decreased nightmares that came with having this particular warm body next to his each night.

They sit in comfortable silence as the washers whir and the dryers tumble. Cas keeps his knee pressing against Dean’s, and sometimes Dean still can’t believe he spent all the time lecturing him on personal space. Especially now when he’d like nothing more than to pull him onto his lap and kiss him until they are both gasping for breath.  But that’ll have to wait. They’ve still got a few more days on the road before they can head home again. He tries not to think about how they’d be spending their time alone at the motel if Sam had been the one banished here.

Dean’s eye is caught by their washer accelerating into the final spin. Checking that the row is empty of people, he tugs Cas by the hand, leading him over to it. There, mostly hidden from view, he backs Cas up against the washer and kisses him, pressing against him so that the vibrations tingle through them both.

“Soon,” Cas whispers.

“Soon,” Dean agrees.

There’s time for one more kiss before the buzzer sounds.

Photoshoot

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader
Summary: Seb and the reader attend a photoshoot to promote their new movie. Sparks fly, and who knows what will come out of it? 
Words: 1′238


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Brother’s Best Friend - Dylan O’Brien [Smut] (Teen AU)

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(S): Dylan O’Brien/Reader, Brother!Tyler Posey, Daniel Sharman

Word Count: 3153

Notes: Fingering, Oral (female receiving), shower sex, this is much shorter than my usual works - excluding my first two or three works - and it didn’t really take the direction I had originally intended, but it’s cute and I was in a cute mood, let me live. Huge thanks to @stilinski-jpeg​ for her help on proofreading this. She’s my #SinTwin and I don’t know where I would be without her, I love you, Nia!! We all know how much I love drummer!Dylan so lets go fucking overdrive.

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You'll Miss Me When I Go

Part 2:

By the end of the meeting Keith was sure he hated Lance.
He was loud, obnoxious and never stopped talking.
Keith may of been able to forgive most of this if the guy actually had a reason to be at the meetings.
Grieving for himself?
What the he’ll is that supposed to mean?
Like what did he delete his Facebook and decide he needed coinciding for it.
No matter who was talking or what they had to say, Lance had a comment or a joke.
It was like he was laughing at all their suffering.
He was even smiling when Hunk told them all how hard he found it since he lost his grandfather.
Keith was losing it and Allura seemed to notice.
“I think that’s all for today thank you all for coming.” She said standing up.
“But we have at least ten mo-”
Coran was cut off when Allura directed his attention to Keith who had been glaring at Lance for the last ten minutes.
“Ah yes. I do have somewhere to be so we shall bring the group to an end until next session.”
“Sweet I’ll call the bae to pick me up.” Lance joked jumping to his feet and pulling out his phone.
Keith wondered what kind of woman would be crazy enough to stay with that weirdo.
“So any plans after this?” Hunk asked leaning his elbow on his knee to support his head.
“Not really.” Keith shrugged. He had planned on spending the rest of the night at home alone waiting by the phone for any word from Shiro.
“Well you do now.” Hunk grinned standing up and grabbing his backpack.
“Hu?”
“Hunks tradition, after every session we go get ice cream.” Pidge explained trying to look uninterested but something about her tone gave away the fact she was actually looking forward to it.
“I don’t know… I mean I wouldn’t want to intrude.” Keith decided to leave out the fact he wasn’t sure he could stand much more of Lance before putting him on his ass.
“Awww come on, first Lance won’t come, now you don’t want to come.” Hunk groaned throwing his arms up in the air dramatically.
“Wait Lance isn’t coming?… erm I mean sure I suppose I could go for ice cream.” Keith smiled slightly as Hunk threw his arm around him and Pidge.
“I see you’ve replaced me already Hunk.” Lance said jokingly.
“Please you know I’m just after the buy two get one free ice cream deal.” Hunk replied laughing.
“Ah I miss ice cream so much. Almost as much as you three are going to miss me until the next session.” Lance winked flirtingly causing Keith to cringe.
“Yeah miss you like the plague.” Pidge smirked.
“Ah you know you love me young pigeon.” Lance laughed obnoxiously ruffling Pidge’s hair.
“That’s a filthy lie and you know it.” She snapped without any real venom.
“Babe get your ass over here.” A tall man with incredibly long white hair leaned in the door way with a hand on his hip.
Lance’s grin grew as he did as he was told.
The man leaned down wrapping his arms around Lance possessively and kissing him on the top of the head locking eyes with Keith.
“Hey babe go get me a drink I something ok.” He said tilting Lance’s face up to him.
Lance blushed and nodded before running off eagerly down the hall to the drinks machine.
“So who’s this little cutie?” He asked cocking his hip to one side as he ran a finger along Keith’s jaw line.
Keith jerked away staring at his guy who must of been Lance’s boyfriend. “The names Keith and don’t touch me.”
“Oh a feisty little kitten I like that.” He chuckled “well Keith it is simply wonderful to meet you. I am-”
“This is Lotor, he’s Lance’s boyfriend.” Hunk sounded strange. Like he was… angry. Keith didn’t know Hunk very long but he just didn’t seem like the kind of guy that could be angry at anyone every.
Lotor glared at Hunk before his seductive smile returned “as the fatty said I am indeed with Lance… for now.” He winked and Keith felt very uneasy.
He didn’t like what he had called Hunk and despite Lance’s flaws he felt like he could do better then this jerk. But it wasn’t really his place.
“Shut up Lotor Hunks perfect!” Pidge yelled taking a step forward and had to be held back by Hunk to stop her from taking a swing at the man.
“Oh yes I’m sure he is. And that’s why Lance is hanging around him and not me.”
“You know what!” Pidge shrugged Hunk off and looked ready to pounce when Lance returned holding a bottle of coke.
She stopped in her tracks and Keith couldn’t understand why.
Why would Lance being there stop her from defending Hunk?
“Ah thanks babe.” Lotor took the drink kissing him on the head before taking a sip, which he promptly spat out and threw the bottle against the wall causing everyone to jump.
“You know I have diet!”
“Sorry bae I’ll erm… I.”
Lotor sighed “oh my sweet idiot, your lucky your so pretty, no one else would put up with you.”
“Guess im lucky you love me then.” Lance joked but Keith saw a slight shake to his hands and a nervous glance to Hunk.
“Yeah sure I do. To make it up to me you buy some me dinner.” Lotor purred grabbing Lance by the wrist and pulling him out.
“Ok… sure.” Lance glanced over his shoulder waving “I guess I’ll see you guess next session.”
With that he was gone.
“Wow…” Keith mumbled in shock.
“Yeah… Worst thing is it’s the happiest I’ve seen Lance in a very long time.” Hunk said staring after Lance like all he wanted to do was wrap him up and keep him safe from the world.

———————————————part 1: https://langsty-mc-langstface.tumblr.com/post/160449627965/youll-miss-me-when-i-go
Imagine...Dean Making Lunch

Originally posted by supernaturalismykryptonite

Pairing: Dean x reader


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shower sex - t.h smut

warnings; smut!!!! and swearing, also lots of Tom feels (gif credit to dive-into-the-spidey-live)

Originally posted by dive-into-the-spidey-live

You’re woken by the sun softly peeking into the room, blinking your eyes open softly; you feel the presence of your boyfriend behind you, his strong arm laying loosely on your waist, the bare skin of his torso radiating heat through the vest top you’re wearing. You reach for your phone, checking the time - 6:58AM. You groan, knowing you’ll need to get up and ready for your day at work soon.

Tom stirs behind you, tightening his grip on your waist. You turn to face him, his eyes still closed, the shadow of his eyelashes brushing his soft cheeks. You smile at the view of your beautiful boyfriend, looking incredibly peaceful in his slumber. You sit up in the bed, stretching your arms above your head, causing Tom to stir in his sleep due to the absence of warmth from your body. Tom’s eyes flutter open, his eyebrows furrowing of confusion for a second before he realises where you are.

“g’morning, love.” His voice deep, raspy and croaky due to the lack of use overnight.

“good morning, darling,” you respond, reaching down to play with his curls, “how’d you sleep?”

“best sleep i’ve had in a while,” he replies, smiling. Tom had only recently returned home from filming his new movie, he’d been away for months and you missed him like crazy. Your house felt so empty without him, even though you had Tessa with you, you just missed Tom so much.

You smile back at him, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. “Is that because you’re home or because of the incredible sex?” you asked him, giggling.

He chuckles back, a hearty laugh that makes your heart flutter and spreads warmth through your entire body. God, you loved him.

“A bit of both, actually.” he replies, reaching one of his hands up to set a strand of falling hair behind your ear. His touch lingers on your cheek and you lean into the warmth of his hand, enjoying just feeling him. You smile at each other before he leans up to kiss you softly, a precious kiss full of love.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he tells you, your heart once again fluttering at his words.

“I missed you too, baby.” you whisper back, “and as much as I’d seriously love to spend all day in bed with you, I have to get up and ready for work.” you tell him.

He pouts at this, wanting to keep you held close to him all day and do nothing. He whines at the thought of you leaving, sounding like a child.

“Phone in sick,” he pleads.

“Thomas, I’ll only be gone a couple hours, and when I get back I’m all yours, all evening,” you tell him cheekily, finishing off with a small peck to his lips.

“Now, let me go so I can shower, I can’t be late, babe.” You ask him, he reluctantly unwraps his arm from around your waist, still laying in bed. He rolls into his back, reaching for his phone. 7:05AM.

You grab two towels, one for your hair, one for your body, and head to the bathroom. Tom watches you walk away, in nothing but a small vest top and your underwear. He groans, instantly turned on by the sight of your figure - he thinks you’re the most beautiful thing to grace the earth, even when you don’t see it.

Tom gets an idea and scrambles out of bed, hearing you turn the shower on in the bathroom. He grabs another towel as trails behind you, seeing your garments scattered on the floor leading to the bathroom, ‘god, she’ll be the death of me.’ He thinks to himself, discarding his own boxers and stepping into the bathroom.

He closes the door behind him, in case Tessa decides to try and interrupt their shower. You hear the door click and then the shower curtain pull back, Tom stepping in behind you. You’re facing the stream of water, washing your face when you feel his arms snake around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Hello, cheeky,” you say, “I need to shower, Tom, I’ll be late for work.”

He kisses down your neck, his hands wandering the soft surface of your stomach, one going dangerously low, the other dangerously high.

“Work isn’t important, angel.” He says, sucking on your sensitive spot causing you to moan, quietly.

“I don’t understand how you’re so horny all the time,” you laugh at him as he continues kissing your neck, his left hand now skimming your breast.

“It’s hard not to be with a girlfriend this stunning,” he tells you. There’s a sincerity in his tone, he truly finds you stunning and he will tell you at any given opportunity. You blush at his words, grateful for the heat of the shower disguising it as just being too warm.

“Plus, I was away for all that time, I needed to hold you, please you.” This statement makes you wet, along with this groping hand and the kissing of your neck.

“What time do you start work, darling?” he asks, his right hand now teasing your thigh, running a finger up and down the inside of your thigh.

“N-nine,” you reply, his teasing fingers having an effect on you.

“That’s plenty of time for what I have planned, sweetheart.” You feel him smirk against your neck, his right hand pushing your thighs further apart, his left hand playing with one of your boobs - he loved your boobs so much, they were always so soft. He runs his finger up your thigh, teasingly, again. Getting dangerously close to your centre. You reach a hand behind you to grab onto his wet curls, your other hand grabbing his left arm. You feel Tom’s hardened cock on your bum, knowing you had such an effect on him without even touching him making you feel turned on as well as victorious.

His finger runs up to your pussy, sliding through your folds and collecting your wetness.

“Fuck, darling, you’re already so wet for me.” He groans, feeling how wet he made you.

“How could I not be with a boyfriend this stunning?” You giggle, repeating his earlier words. Your giggle soon turns into a moan though, as the tip of his finger now rubs on your clit. Your grip in his hair tightens, he’s rocking his hips slightly onto you.

“Shit, Tom, feels so good.” You whine, his finger rubbing small circles on your clit, his other hand still groping your boobs. He kisses up to your earlobe and whispers, “who makes you feel this good?” Making you whimper, his finger speeding up on your clit.

“Fuck, baby, you do. You make me feel so good.” Your hips are rocking against his finger now, your mouth hanging open, letting out small whines and moans occasionally. Tom turns you around, his finger gone from your clit, you’re about to protest when he pushes you against the shower wall, telling you “need to taste you,” before crouching down and lifting each of your legs over his shoulders, being careful enough so that you don’t slip or fall.

He grips your ass in his hands, leaning in to kiss your thighs, kissing up to your pussy. You’re moaning and writhing, telling him “stop being such a tease, Holland,” he chuckles to himself, you feel his warm breath against your aching pussy. He finally leans in and licks a swipe through your folds, flicking his tongue against your clit. You moan louder, his tongue working wonders on your sweet cunt. He smiles to himself, his grip on your ass tightening, loving the soft flesh between his fingers. He continues flicking his tongue against your sensitive clit, your legs shaking on his shoulders. He brings you closer to him, licking his way through your folds once again. You reach down and grab his wet curls between your fingers, pulling his head closer to you. He groans at the tough tug on his hair, the sound vibrating through to your pussy.

“Tom, fuck, I’m not gonna last,” you let out through moans of pleasure, as Tom is now flicking his tongue through your folds, tasting every bit of your sweetness. “You’re so good, fuck, To-oh god,” you moan out as he inserts a finger into your pussy, tongue flicking your clit.

“You taste so good, darlin’” he tells you, still fingering you slowly. Your legs are shaking uncontrollably, your moans getting louder as Tom inserts a second finger, pumping them faster now. He’s still flicking his tongue against your clit, causing your thighs to clench around his head. Your hips are bucking against his face, he knows you’re close.

“Come, angel, come for me. Let me hear you, let me taste you,” he says against your pussy, tongue still working on your clit, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

The best of the shower mixed with Tom’s incredibly skilled tongue and fingers make you feel like you’re floating on air, your eyes roll back from the pleasure, thighs shaking and squeezing Tom’s shoulders. Your moans are so loud now, you’re so close to coming and Tom can tell. His movements speed up, his fingers hitting your g-spot, erupting a very loud moan from you, while his tongue flicks your clit, the tip flicking up and down.

“‘m gonna come, Tom, fuck” your grip on his hair tightening, the water cascading down both your sides, the steam only adding to the intensity of your pleasure. You come with a last push of Tom’s fingers, he removes them, tongue trailing back down your folds, tasting every inch of you as you come down from your high, him lapping up your juices.

“You taste so sweet,” Tom says, as he carefully lifts your legs off of his shoulders, placing your feet carefully on the floor of the shower and standing up, wrapping his arm around you to steady you.

“Almost came just from eating you out, angel,” he tells you.

“Well, why don’t we make that happen now?” you ask him, smirking, wrapping a small hand around his cock.

He lets out a shaky breath, his forehead resting against yours, his arm still wrapped around your waist; the other coming up to your hair, grabbing it. You twist your hand around his cock, the water from the shower making your movements easier. You stroke up to the tip, which you circle with your thumb, his pre-cum spreading, lubricating him. Tom groans at this, pulling you closer to him.

“You feel so good, darling.” He breathes out, forehead still resting against yours. You lean up slightly to kiss him, your movements on his cock never faltering. He kisses you back with desperation, his grip on your hair tightening, controlling your head movements. Tom whines into the kiss, the feeling of your hand wrapped around him leaving him breathless. He reaches down and stops your movements; “I’m so close, baby, but I want to come inside you.” He says, his voice croaky.

You smile up at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and leaning up to kiss him again. He returns the kiss with fervour, his hands reaching down to grab your ass, Tom brings one hand up and back down on your ass with force, causing you to push forwards into him and groan into the kiss. You pull back from the kiss, biting his lip.

“Fuck, no teasing, darling. Need you now.” He whines, hips rocking forward slightly.

“How do you want me?” You ask, looking up at him innocently, yet with a devilish smirk.

Tom groans at this claiming ‘you’ll be the death of me, angel’ and lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. He pushes you back against the shower wall, the coldness of the tiles contrasting with the heat of your body (from both the shower and your antics). He lifts your arms above your head, holding them there with one hand, the other hand guiding his cock to your entrance. He slides the tip through your folds, teasing you.

“Tom, quit teasing,” you whine as he pulls his cock through your folds again. He pushes inside you slowly, the feeling of his cock filling you causing you to moan.

“Fuck, Tom, you feel so good inside me.”

Tom groans as he pulls out, so that just his tip is inside you, and then thrusts back forward. His one hand still holding your arms above your head, while the other grips your ass, keeping your body pressed against his. He continues thrusting in and out of you, speaking the occasional ‘fuck’ or ‘so tight’ under his breath.

“Angel, you feel heavenly.” Tom tells you, as he picks up his speed. You moan at this, his words and movements having an effect on you. You want to feel him, to run your fingers through his hair, to hold onto his shoulders while he fucks up into you.

“Tom, I wanna be able to feel you.” You manage to let out between moans, as the tip of Tom’s cock is just skimming your g-spot (purposely as Tom is a massive tease), each moan punctuated by a thrust inside you.

“But you not being able to touch me is all part of the fun, darling.” He tells you, looking down at where your bodies connect each time his cock disappears inside you. He smirks to himself, knowing his words are driving you crazy. You need to be able to grab his hair while he fucks you.

He’s close, you can tell. His grip on your bum tightens, his thrusts become harder and faster, he’s chasing his high. You’re close too, Tom hitting every spot inside you, his cock filling you perfectly. Your moans become louder as your orgasm approaches. Tom decides to let go of your arms, letting you finally run your hands through his wet hair.

He reaches down with one hand to rub your clit, the other placed firmly on your bum. You cry out at the unexpected contact, your back arching off the shower wall, your grip in Tom’s curls tightening.

“Sweetheart, you look so sexy like this. Gonna come soon,” Tom grunts, still thrusting into you while rubbing your clit. All you can do is moan and whine, as Tom thrusts up into you, never stopping his movements on your clit.

“Tom, baby, I’m gonna come,” you tell him, one hand scratching down his back now, while the other remains in his hair.

“Don’t hold back, darling.” He tells you, still fucking you while rubbing your clit.

Your back arches off the wall, legs tightening their grip on Tom’s waist, grip in his hair tightening, moaning loudly as you come. Strings of ‘oh, fuck’ and ‘Tom!’ escaping your parted lips as Tom continues fucking you through your high.

“That’s it, baby. You feel so good inside me, Tom, fuck,” you encourage him as he nears his own orgasm, his other hand coming to grip your back now. He thrusts into you one last time, before he comes inside you. He lets out a ‘fuck, baby’ as he comes, still rocking his hips into you after his orgasm. Tom pulls out, and sets you back on the ground.

By the time you’re done the shower is running out of hot water. You reach for the shampoo and pour some on your hand, and then his, shampooing each other’s hair. The rest of the shower is filled with giggles, as Tom tickles you whilst washing your body with the sweet smelling shower gel you get. You giggle as you put some shampoo on Tom’s face, making a white beard. You both finish up in the shower, Tom wrapping you up in your big, fluffy towel, wanting to just hold you. You in turn wrap his towel around his waist and reach up to peck his lips. You make your way back into the bedroom, checking your phone,

“Shit, it’s almost half 8.” You exclaim, suddenly rushing to get ready. Tom wraps his arms around you once again, kissing up your neck.

“I did say phone in sick. Is there still time?” He asks, desperate for you to stay home with him.

You decide on staying home as being with your boyfriend after him being away for so long was WAY better than a boring day at work. You ring your manager telling her that you won’t make it today due to ‘confidential problems’, them being that Tom is needy as hell and wants to stay in bed all day.

After you’re dry, you both put some comfy clothes on and climb into bed. Tom turns the TV on, putting on some film on Netflix. You snuggle into him, your damp hair not bothering him at all, and drift into a peaceful slumber, occasionally feeling Tom reach down to kiss you on the forehead. You’ve never felt so relaxed.

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Bad boy Jughead keeps embarrassing himself every time town sweetheart Betty Cooper is around

Thanks for dropping by, @gay-for-rey1999 . I finally finished your prompt and I hope I’ve done it justice!


Blonde Ponytails And Leather Jackets

Bughead AU: There is no Black Hood, Jason Blossom was never murdered, and Jughead Jones had always been a Southside Serpent. He was never friends with any of the Northsiders.

It was a hot afternoon and all the students in Mr. Calpone’s class were sweaty and tired. Not to mention bored. Jughead Jones was editing an article for Southside High’s school newspaper, the Red & Black. He looked up from his work for a minute to take a look around the room. Sweet Pea was sitting with his feet propped up on the desk, busy tearing up paper to make spit wads. Toni Topaz was sitting next to Jughead, playing with her pink hair. Most of the other students were on their phones, or napping.

“Okay, guys. Listen up,” Mr. Calpone said, clapping his hands. “Southside High is doing a student exchange program with Riverdale High as part of the town’s collaborative society scheme.

“We’ll be hosting fifteen Riverdale High students for a few weeks so that they can see what school is like here in the Southside. Fifteen of you will be assigned to give them the tour and help them over the course of this program. From your class, Ellen, you have Ethel Muggs. Starke, you have Midge Klump. And Toni, you have Elizabeth Cooper.”

Toni groaned loudly but Mr. Calpone just ignored her.

“The students will be coming here tomorrow so I want you all to be kind to them and actively participate in making their stay enjoyable.”

A few kids started to snicker. Mr. Calpone sighed.

“Just don’t do anything stupid, guys.”

The bell rang and the students ran out of the class. Toni’s shoulders slumped as she walked.

“Why is it always me that gets stuck with tours for new students?”

“Because,” Sweet Pea answered, putting his arm around her shoulder. “You’re such a nice and lovable person with a great personality.” He and Fangs started to guffaw, and Toni swatted his arm.

“What was the girl’s name again? Elizabeth something?”

“Cooper.” It was Jughead who spoke up. “I’m guessing she’s Alice Cooper’s daughter.”

“Great,” Toni sighed. “I’m stuck with the daughter of the monster who prints shit about us in that newspaper.”


Southside High. A school that required you to go through a metal detector before you were permitted to enter. It was a very dingy place, and gave off an unwelcoming vibe. Graffiti plastered the walls, and no one had even made an effort to cover it up. The walls were gray, which matched the gloomy atmosphere. Southsiders loitered in the hallways, eyeing the Northsiders who were on their turf.

Betty Cooper shivered. She felt uncomfortable under their hostile stares as she and the fourteen other Riverdale High students made their way to the office. She wished she could have avoided coming but her mother thought that it was a good opportunity to dig a little deeper in the Jingle Jangle case.

“Betty, look,” Kevin whispered to her, nodding his head in the direction of a group of menacing teens. There were about eight or nine of them, all wearing black leather jackets. As one of the boys turned around, Betty saw the large snake embroidered onto the back of his jacket. Southside Serpents. Riverdale’s infamous criminal gang lead by the notorious FP Jones. They were people you did not want to mess with. Betty wasn’t afraid of them though. Her mother had taught her that they were not people to be feared as it would only give them power over her.

One of the Serpents caught her staring at them. He raised an eyebrow at her, challenging her to say something. Betty quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing. She took a quick glance back and saw the Serpent watching her, his gaze unnerving. He was devastatingly handsome, Betty realized with a shock. He had gorgeous black curls, a chiseled face, and intense blue eyes.

“Betty,” Kevin nudged her arm, pulling her out of her thoughts. Betty craned her neck to see Southside High’s principal, a tall, broad-shouldered man named Mr. DeVilio, smiling at them.

“Welcome to Southside High,” he said in a deep tone. “We’re excited to have you here and we hope that you feel welcome in our Southside family. Without further ado, let’s get you your schedules and show you around.”

Betty picked up her own schedule and looked around at the Southside High students waiting for them.

“Elizabeth Cooper?” a voice behind Betty asked. She turned around to see a cinnamon-skinned girl with pink hair, looking at her.

“That’s me,” Betty said smiling. The girl looked….. friendly enough.

“I’m Toni Topaz,” the girl said. “I’m giving you the tour.”

“Great,” Betty said. “And it’s just Betty.”

Toni gave her a small smile. “Sure, yeah.”

She turned around and Betty inhaled sharply. Toni was wearing a Serpent jacket.

Wonderful, Betty thought. I’m being given the tour by a Serpent.

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anonymous asked:

Hi angel ur blog is my haven ive read thru all your posts and it all so beautiful! *ugly shrieking* can i ask for the boys s/o turned into a child? Imagine them dealing with her raucous and mischief omgee 😆😆

Oh, you call me an Angel.  (❁´▽`❁) Thank you for stopping by, love, The boys can’t even take care of themselves, let’s just throw a baby in there for the hell of it!

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“Y/N! Are you okay!”

The purple smoke begun to clear the battlefield, fighting against a new form of deamon who seemed to make it’s mission to go after you, and you alone.  Only to toss something in your direction, before leaving.

“Y/n!”

All four men crowded around the spot that you were last seen, only to stare in shock at the child sitting there in your clothes, no  more than 2 years old.

“Well…”

“Shit.”

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Noctis

“Because you love her.” Noctis found himself repeating to himself, possibly for the tenth time in the last hour. He only had to suffer through 3 more hours of your 24 hours curse before he had back his girlfriend, rather than this deamon spawn you had become.

When you had first turned, the five of you all climbed into the car, you sitting between himself and Gladiolus as you normally did. Noctis’s arm wrapped tightly around your small waist to ensure you didn’t go flying should Ignis suddenly break. The Prince begun to doze off slightly, only to feel you climb into his lap.

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Leave Her Alone Pt. 2 (Draco x Reader)

Originally posted by roguejulian

Part 2 to Leave Her Alone!  A lot of you wanted a part two so I delivered

I feel like this is trash

And I have not edited this yet so it might actually be trash

F/B: Favorite book

F/C: Favorite color


As Saturday got closer, you became more and more excited.

Draco Malfoy!  You thought.  Asked me out on a date!

You’d maybe been on one or two dates before, and it didn’t end up going anywhere.  You liked Draco.

A lot.

And now you were about to go on a date with him.  You wanted to try and get to know him better, and he wanted to do the same with you.  Whenever you passed him in a corridor, he would grin at you and wave, you responding with a shy smile.  Hey, better than nothing.

When Saturday finally arrived, you stood out on the path to Hogsmeade; wrapped in a F/C coat and your house scarf.m  Snowflakes drizzled down onto your hair as you bounced back and forth on your heels, boots crunching in the snow.  You shivered from the crisp cold and sighed, your breath visible in the air.

You turned around when you heard footsteps coming up from behind you.  There was Draco, clad in black and his Slytherin scarf wrapped around his neck.  “Hello, Y/N,” he said, approaching you.  “Shall we get going?” he held out his arm for you and you linked your arm in his.

“We shall,” you replied in a joking manner.

Draco smiled and you both began walking towards Hogsmeade.  At one point you slipped on a patch of ice, but luckily Draco was there to catch you.

“Th-thanks,” you said, still a bit shocked from nearly crashing onto the ground.

“You’re welcome, love.”

Holy shit did he just call me love?  You thought, heart racing.

You both talked nonsense about Hogwarts and your classes as you made your way to the Three Broomsticks where you each bought a butterbeer and then sat down at a table near the fireplace.

Draco took a sip of his butterbeer.  “So, Y/N.  I always see you carrying around a stack of books that aren’t for school or from the library.  What exactly are there?” he asked, genuinely intrigued.

You raised your eyebrows at this.  “Oh–uh–they’re… they’re books from the muggle world.  I’ve grown rather fond of them, really.  They speak of wizards and magic as if they’re nothing more than a child’s fantasies.”

“What are some of your favorites?”

“Well… F/B. F/B, and F/B I’ve grown attached to.”

“Would you mind letting me borrow some of them one day?”  

That shocked you.  Now, normally you wouldn’t let anyone touch your prized books.  But someone was actually interested in them for once.  And that person just happened to be Draco.  “Uh… sure.  Yes, of course you can.”

He smiled.  “Thanks.”

It was your turn to ask a question.  “So, Draco.  Do you have a favorite musical instrument?”

“The violin, I suppose.  I’ve always liked the elegant sound.”

You nodded.  “My mother used to play the violin when I was a child.  She still does.”

“I’d love to hear her play sometime,” Draco replied.

“And she’d love to meet you sometime,” you said out of nowhere, covering your mouth with your hand as soon as you realized what you had said.

Draco chuckled.  “Don’t worry, Y/N.  I think that was cute.”

You blushed and turned your glance to your feet.  “I’m kind of bad with conversation…”

He gently lay his hand over yours on the table; making you look back up.  “So am I.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you joked.

He shrugged and laughed.  “I guess.  Aren’t I sweet?”

“Yes, you are.”

“Fantastic.  Should we start heading back to Hogwarts?” He suggested.

 “Probably,” you answered.  You stood up from your seats and made your way to the front door, him holding the door for you.  “Ah, such a gentleman.”

He smirked.  “M’lady,” he said as you stepped out of the Three Broomsticks.

Draco took your gloved hand in his and began walking with you, leaving two pairs of footprints behind.  

As you made your way back to Hogwarts, Draco removed his hand from yours and placed it around your shoulder.  When he did that, you brought up a hand to hold his hand where it was around your shoulder, leaning into him.  

When you got back to Hogwarts, you were about to go back to your house common room, when Draco grabbed your hand.  You turned around.

“I had fun.  Really.  Thank you for coming with me,” Draco said earnestly.

You smiled.  “So did I.”  You then made a bold move, and quickly leaned in to place a quick kiss on Draco’s lips.  He just stood there with a bit of a surprised look.  You blushed immensely.  “I-I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done th–”

Draco cut you off by leaning in again and kissing you.  This time harder, more

Passionate.  Draco wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to him so that your chests were touching.  You ran your fingers through his hair as his tongue slid over your lip.  Suddenly, Professor McGonagall popped her head out of a tower window.  “No public displays of affection on school grounds!”

You and Draco pulled away and looked up at her, smiling.  McGonagall shook her head and went back into the tower.  You and Draco turned back to each other.

“Care to go somewhere more private?” Draco smirked.

“I’d love to.”

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