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Call me when you're done being a bitch PT 2. Joshua Imagine.

((I AM SORRY THE SECOND PART TOOK SO LONG TO POST!!!!))

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You awoke the next morning feeling alone and vulnerable. You didn’t want to go to work because you knew they’d all ridicule you about Joshua not turning up. You hung your head in sadness as you finally got up and dressed.

After arriving at work you tried to avoid as many people as you could before slipping into your office practically unnoticed. When you checked your phone to see no calls or messages from Joshua, the reality of the night before came flooding back.

You began to sob uncontrollably, holding your head in your hands on the desk. You remembered the mean things Joshua had said last night and you just couldn’t stop the tears.

Your emotional state was quickly halted by soft knocking on your office door. ‘Come in!’ You said quickly dabbing your eyes and sitting upright. 'Hi… I was walking past your door and I heard you…’ It was one of the girls who was there last night.

'If it means anything Y/N… I do believe you about him,’ She said smiling sweetly to you. You stood up from behind your desk and sighed. 'Thank you…’ you replied quietly. 'Are you okay though?’ Your friend asked placing a caring hand on your shoulder. You nodded your head at her, 'yeah he just forgot about it because he was busy at practice and we had a big fight and…’ She sweetly nodded her head before smiling and leaving. You spent the rest of your day trying to avoid your colleges before returning home still in a sour mood.

You hadn’t been home long before you were curled up on your couch under a blanket with a glass of wine feeling sorry for yourself. Your spiralling thoughts were disturbed by soft knocking on your door.

Slowly you dragged yourself from your position on the couch and opened the door. 'What are you doing here?’ You asked, seeing Joshua stood sheepishly before you holding some red roses. 'I just felt so guilty about everything. I couldn’t sleep knowing all the things I’d said to you… I wanted to call but I just couldn’t because I knew you’d ignore me.’ He sighed between sentences. 'I didn’t mean any of those things I said… I was just exhausted and drained and it was just a bad day. You are important and your plans were really important to you, so they should’ve been important to me. I wanted to say sorry in person and well, every woman likes flowers right?’ He said with a smile on his face.

'Yeah well I’m still mad at you…’ You said turning to close your door. He placed himself between the door and the wall. 'Y/N…’ You heard him say, you felt him gently place his hand on your arm. 'Sorry I don’t know if I’m done being a bitch yet.’ You stated, still sour from his words the night before.

You turned and walked away from the open door and he followed you inside. He sat beside you and sighed. 'You know I didn’t mean that…’ You let out a simple 'Hmm.’ In response. All you really wanted to do was turn round and hug him, but it wasn’t going to be that easy. You just couldn’t get away from how embarrassed you’d felt.

'Please just…’ You continued looking away from him, staring out of the window onto the city without speaking. Joshua let out a deep sigh breaking the silence. 'Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it Y/N…’

You didn’t even have a response. You were done with being mad at him. You finally decided to turn to face him to see him holding the bouquet of flowers out to you. 'Please just take them, Even if you’re still mad. There’s 100 red roses there…’ You instantly softened at his gesture.

'Joshua…’ You said quietly taking them from him. 'They’re beautiful.’ You said leaning away and placing them down on the coffee table. 'Just like you…’ He said as you sat back up. You raised your eyebrows at him, 'What was that too cheesy?’ He asked with a smile.

'Oh my god you’re so clichè…’ You mumbled trying not to smile back. 'Y/N can we please be done with this…’ He asked noticing your change in attitude. All you did was pull him into a hug and that was where you stayed for most of the night as Joshua continued to mumble his apologises and I love yous.

Vibrating Panties (Luke smut)

Summary: With this title do I even need a summary… Luke teases you with a pair of vibrating panties and then fucks you realllll good ;)

Warnings: This is ridiculously smutty + involves the use of vibrating panties

Word Count: 2.6k 

A/N: If you don’t know what vibrating panties are, they’re basically a pair of underwear with a vibrator over where your clit goes. The pair used in this uses a remote to control the speed of the vibe! 

Originally posted by queenlukes

“L-Luke,” You stammer, tugging on the sleeve of your boyfriend’s shirt. 

When you receive no answer, you tilt your head and look back to see him talking to Michael, his face lined with concentration.

The conversation between the two friends seems calm, both of them chatting about guitars. You want to laugh. 

Michael wouldn’t have that smile stretched across his face if he knew what was going on between your legs. 

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Corre (Part 1)

Summary: It was meant to be a one night thing, friends resolving the tension between them. But it turned into so much more.

Word Count: 699

Warnings: None.

A/N: So, I’’m excited! Hope you all enjoy! :D 


Pacing back and forth wasn’t helping, but you knew it was the only thing you could do in order to keep yourself sane. Keep moving, keep going, don’t stop.and stare down at the stick that was either going to give you relief or break you down until you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

Raking a hand down your face, you groaned loudly as you glanced over at your phone. You had set a stopwatch for three minutes and yet only one and a half had gone by. And yet it felt like you had been in here for your whole life.

“Come on!” you screamed at it, knowing how ridiculous you must have looked. But you looked away, head pulled back to look at the ceiling. “Oh God, I can’t. I can’t look. I just can’t.”

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this is so ridiculous and stupid but here you go

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“PHIL WAKE UP ITS BEGGING AND I DONT KNOW WHAT IT WANTS!”

Phil blinked slowly, groaning and rubbing his face sleepily. He sat up, stretching his arms over his head and reaching for his glasses on the bedside table.

Wait… begging?

“What’s begging?” He shouted back, his voice husky from sleep.

“The dog I got you for your birthday, obviously!” Phil could practically hear the smirk in his tone.

“WHAT?!”

Phil was up in seconds, sprinting to the lounge. Dan was leaning over by the couch, holding tightly to the collar of a small golden puppy which was straining against his hold. When the dog saw Phil it yapped, immediately fighting against Dan harder to get to him.

“Morning,” Dan muttered, flashing Phil a smile. Phil stared at him.

Phil walked forward like a zombie, dropping to his knees in front of the puppy, and Dan let go of its collar. The puppy yapped, jumping on Phil and licking his face frantically. Phil slowly and calmly petted it, his hands shaking as he stroked the soft fur.

“Oh look, he stopped begging.” Dan smiled. “Looks like he just needed his dad.”

“This is a dog,” Phil stated. Dan nodded.

“Yes, that is correct.”

“Our dog…?”

“Your dog.” Dan shrugged. “But I already named him Winnie, hope you don’t mind.”

Phil licked his lips, glancing between Dan and the puppy currently scrambling to climb as high as possible on him. His face melted into a huge grin, and he stood up, pulling Dan forward by the shirt and hugging him as tightly as he possibly could.

“Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou,” he breathed against Dan’s shoulder, nestling farther into his neck and squeezing. Dan laughed.

“I love you too, dummy. Happy birthday.”

Phil lifted him off the ground, spinning him around and Dan shrieked, wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist. He pressed his forehead against Phil’s, reaching up to trail his fingers down Phil’s jaw.

“Oh my god, I love you so much, Dan,” Phil muttered, leaning forward to press his lips against his boyfriend’s. Dan smiled into the kiss. “Like, really, I don’t think it’s possible for me to love you more right now.”

Dan laughed, hopping down and using Phil’s hand to spin himself around, kissing him on the cheek. Phil pulled him back into his arms from behind, wrapping his arms around Dan’s waist.

“I love you too, babe.” Dan smiled, turning to look back at him. “Sosososo much.”

“Prove it?” Phil hummed, kissing a line up Dan’s neck. “I figure you deserve a reward.”

“Mmh,” Dan made a noise, tilting his head slightly and closing his eyes before pulling himself away. “No, not right now. I’m not in the mood.” Dan smiled. “Besides, you have a new puppy to play with.”

Phil raised his eyebrows, searching Dan’s eyes. He knew that with an excuse like that, Dan was most likely planning something. Phil shrugged.

“Alright then,” he said, choosing to play along. “Later?”

Dan nodded, smirking slightly. “Yeah. Later.”


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Phil went to the store midway through the day; Dan insisted they needed more candles, and he was too tired to go. Phil didn’t buy it for a second, but went anyways.

“Dan?” He called into the quiet flat, closing the door behind him.

“In here!” Came Dan’s voice, sounding like it was from Dan’s room.

Phil carried the bags to the door, knocking gently. “Can I come in? I bought your stuff.”

“Yeah, come in,” Dan said, a hint of something in his voice that Phil couldn’t detect. Maybe mischievousness.

He opened the door, and dropped the bags. He stared at Dan, his mouth open in awe, who was currently laying on his bed, covered in whipped cream and strawberries.

Dan raised his eyebrows like nothing about this was odd, spraying a dollop of whipped cream into his mouth from the can.

“Hey baby,” he said casually. “What’s up?”

Phil kept staring; he couldn’t tear his eyes away, his breath catching. He pressed his lips together, clearing his throat.

“Dan…” he stared slowly. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, just getting ready to surprise my boyfriend.” He smirked. “Oh wait!”

Phil took a cautious step into the room, not taking his eyes off Dan. “Nice outfit.”

Dan looked down at his mostly naked body, other than tight black panties and whipped cream, and grinned.

“Thanks. I made it myself.”

Phil took another step forward, standing next to the bed.

“You look stupid, but oddly appealing.”

“That’s what I was going for.”

Phil tugged his shirt off over his head, unable to look away from his boyfriend as he leaned over him, kissing him passionately. Dan kissed back, tangling his fingers in Phil’s hair and smiling into the kiss.

At the last second Dan grabbed the can, squirting whipped cream all over Phil’s head. Phil pulled back, wiping it off and all over Dan’s sides, making him giggle.

“Ew, stop it,” Dan got out through laughter, squirming away from Phil’s cold hands. “It was in your gross hair.” He grabbed Phil’s wrists, attempting to keep him back, which didn’t work.

Phil laughed, intertwining his fingers with Dan’s and leaning over, attacking his neck. He nipped at Dan’s most sensitive spot, making him shiver and moan softly.

“So, are you gonna fuck me, or…?” Dan asked, tilting his head to the side, making Phil laugh. He unbuttoned his jeans, still working at Dan’s neck, and let them fall to the floor.

“I was planning on it,” he muttered against Dan’s skin, climbing on top of him, straddling him in only his boxers.

“Oh good, I was starting to get worried.”

Phil chuckled, rolling his eyes and kissing Dan again, possessively tugging at his hair with one hand and palming his crotch with the other. Dan whimpered against his mouth, grinding against Phil’s hand.

Phil slid down his body, kneeling in front of him and kissing him inner thigh.

“Dan, I can’t believe you-” he sighed, shaking his head. “Jesus.”

Dan laughed, which cut off into a gasp as Phil licked a long stripe up his stomach, collecting whipped cream on his tongue. He kissed Dan again, transferring the sugar to his mouth.

“Damn that was hot,” Dan breathed, squirming as Phil smirked and went back to sucking at his inner thighs.

Phil played with the hem of the panties as he worked, pulling at them enough to release Dan’s hard on and then letting go, letting the elastic slap against his stomach and make Dan cry out.

“You look so pretty, all dressed up for me,” Phil all but growled, pulling them all the way down, dragging his bottom lip up Dan’s length. Dan moaned, clutching the sheets tightly.

“Daddy,” he gasped as Phil took his tip into his mouth, sucking gently. “Please.”

“Hm? What was that?” Phil asked, pulling off and moving up Dan’s body again to bite under his chin; the dip in his throat which he knew was Dan’s weakness.

“Please, daddy, please fuck me, fuck me so hard, need your cock, need you,” he gasped, arching his back and digging his nails into Phil’s shoulders.

It was a trick Phil had learned; get Dan so worked up he doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore. Like that Phil could make him beg; he could basically make him say anything.

Phil moved between Dan’s thighs, smoothing his hands over the cream on his stomach and picking up a piece of strawberry, placing it between his lips and leaning forward. Dan kissed him immediately, the strawberry between their lips as Dan pressed their mouths together.

“You want daddy’s cock?” He breathed, leaning close to Dan’s ear and licking the shell. Dan shuddered.

“Yes, fuck, please.”

Phil tugged his boxers down, tossing them aside and scooting up Dan’s body so his dick was near Dan’s mouth, and he was hovering over Dan’s chest. Since Dan’s arms were at his sides he was pinned down, unable to move an inch.

Phil pressed his tip against Dan’s lips, moaning when he opened his mouth and kitten licked Phil’s tip.

Phil gripped Dan’s hair roughly, pushing into his mouth a little farther. “Come on Danny, no teasing today. It’s my birthday.”

Dan nodded, making eye contact with Phil as he sunk down on his cock, getting almost to the base before he stopped. Phil moaned, tugging at his hair, thrusting gently down his throat.

Phil sped up his thrusts, going deeper, and Dan gagged, tears brimming at his eyes. He moaned against Phil’s dick, taking as much of him as he possibly could.

“God, you’re such a pretty little slut, such a good boy, taking me like such a good boy,” Phil groaned, fucking Dan’s throat, whipped cream or precum (Phil couldn’t tell) running down Dan’s chin.

Phil pulled back finally, chuckling softly when Dan whined and tried to take him again.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop, and then I can’t fuck you.”

That shut Dan up and he nodded, his hands gliding down Phil’s hips.

Phil moved back down, pulling Dan’s legs over his shoulders, kissing Dan’s inner thigh.

“Do you need stretching?” He asked softly, lubing himself up with whipped cream and Dan’s spit. Dan shook his head.

“Did it before you got home,” he elaborated, smirking up at Phil, which earned him a sharp slap to his thigh.

“Naughty,” Phil mumbled, lining his body up with Dan’s. “But I suppose it came in handy.”

Without hesitation Phil slid in, bottoming out in an instant which made Dan cry out, moaning loudly. Dan wrapped his legs around Phil’s waist and Phil pinned him down by the wrists, pounding into him with not a second to adjust.

Dan whimpered, throwing his head back. “Fuck, daddy!”

Phil bit down on Dan’s shoulder, snapping his hips roughly, groaning as Dan’s tight heat enveloped him again.

“God, Dan, so fucking good,” he let out a shuddery breath, thrusting harder and quicker. “So fucking good, angel.”

Dan was a mess, falling apart beneath him, continuous moans and curses falling from his mouth as Phil fucked into him without mercy, skin slapping on skin.

Phil gripped Dan’s hips tightly, digging his nails in enough to leave marks the next day, thrusting roughly. He wrapped his hand around Dan’s cock, jerking him off in time with his thrusts, which made Dan whine loudly and thrust towards his hand.

“Fuckfuckfuck, daddy, please, gonna cum, so close.”

Phil groaned, aiming for Dan’s prostate. “Cum if you’d like, but I’m not stopping until I do, baby.”

Dan nodded, his thighs shaking as he let go, his head thrown back and angelic noises ripping from his throat.

True to his word Phil didn’t stop, fucking him harder than ever and Dan cried out, sensitive to every touch.

“Ah- Phil,” he gasped, whining and flinching away from his thrusts, but Phil held him down.

“C'mon baby, so close,” he muttered, biting down on Dan’s shoulder and snapping his hips.

“Fuckk,” Dan breathed, his voice high pitched and desperate, his whole body shaking as he gripped the sheets beneath him.

“Good boy, such a good boy,” Phil moaned, his thrusts getting more sporadic and falling out of rhythm. “My good little cockslut, letting me use you like a toy. Good boy, Dan.”

He came with a few more thrusts, Dan’s noises of desperation and his clenching pushing him over the edge, digging his nails into Dan’s hips.

He rolled off of him after a moment, grabbing Dan’s hand and holding it to his chest. Dan smiled at him sleepily.

“Happy birthday,” he yawned, moving so he could rest his head on Phil’s chest. “Was that a good present?”

“One of the best,” Phil muttered, grinning and running his fingers through his hair. “Other than a dog, of course.”

Right as the words left his mouth there was a scratch at the door, as well as a soft whine.

“Poor thing,” Dan giggled. “He’s gonna see some shit.”

Unexpected (Part 7)

Yoongi starts to make amends with everyone and tries to get his life back to the way it was before the breakup.

Warning: Sex stuff, ridiculous amounts of dirty talk, I don’t even know why I bother warning people – if you read my writing, 99% chance of utter filth will be incorporated in the plot.

Parts: 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8 (final)  8.5 (bonus)

It was late when Yoongi finally left your apartment to head home.  You had asked him to spend the night again, but he declined saying that he had to go back and try to make things right with the other guys after messing up practice yesterday and blowing it off completely today.  You understood, but still had difficulty letting go of him as he tried to exit and begged him not to change his mind. Yoongi kissed you and promised that he was sincere and wouldn’t be easily swayed again.

He was nervous as he stood outside the door to his apartment, thinking about what he would say to the others when he went in.  If Yoongi could have his way, he would have liked to just pretend that he hadn’t been a miserable asshole to everyone in his life for the past few weeks and let things go back to normal on their own.  That might have been an option if he hadn’t had that fight with Tae and disappeared for a full day, but now he would be forced to actually make amends.

Yoongi took a deep breath, exhaled, and opened the door; everyone was sitting around the table together eating some chicken they had ordered in.  Jungkook noticed Yoongi walk in first, calling out to him, “Hyung, you’re back!  What happened to you?  I was getting worried.”

Before Yoongi could answer, Jimin jumped up from the table and motioned for Yoongi to come sit next to him. “Hyung, are you hungry?  Come have something to eat.”

Yoongi walked towards the table while Jimin made some room for him.  All eyes were on him, except for Taehyung who kept his eyes on the food sitting in front of him, absentmindedly picking the meat off the bone with his chopsticks.  Tae’s bangs obscured his eyes, but Yoongi could still see the bruises, his face was partly swollen and a scab had formed on his lower lip from where the skin had been torn.

Namjoon turned to Yoongi and spoke, “So, have you been at your ex’s place this whole time?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi replied sheepishly. “I got blind drunk and passed out in front of her place last night so she took me in.  After I woke up, we talked and worked things out.”

Jin looked sternly at Yoongi and asked, “Are you saying the two of you are back together?”

“Yes,” Yoongi answered, “we are officially back together.”  

Tae slammed his chopsticks down and got up from the table, mumbling that he had lost his appetite and was going to his room.  Yoongi felt pangs of guilt as he watched Tae walk down the hall.

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Imagine Raphael making you jump during your ranting through stress.

Originally posted by brooklynsergeant

Originally posted by kimberlylemon

Raphael sat casually on the seat and watched you pace growing more frustrated by the moment. Finding Valentine’s was getting trickier as time went on and you were running out of time.
“This is ridiculous. This is so ridiculous. I hate this. I don’t even know what to do. I always have some idea of what is happening but ever since he came back I have had no clue! I can’t even think, my brain is fried.” You scratched at your head in frustration as you took heavy breaths.
You jumped when you saw Raphael directly behind you through the mirror in front of you. You hadn’t heard him.
You and Raphael, had a liking for one another but neither acted on it. It was too soon.
You silently watched him as he scraped your hair into a bundle in his hand. His nails lightly scraping your scalp making you shudder and any knots he carefully and gently tugged free. He seemed to smirk slightly before concentrating once more. He tied your hair into a ponytail.
You eyed your wrist to find your hairtie no longer on your wrist. Raphael then planted his hands on top of your shoulders looking at you through the mirror. “You seem to concentrate better with your hair tied back.” He smiled

Imagine having to share a bed with Dean.

A/N: This is set S1E4 Phantom Traveler right at the beginning of the episode.

Dean’s age-26

Sam’s age-22

Reader’s age-15

Bottom gif is from google

Originally posted by plaiding

You felt Dean shifting next to you and let out a groan, “Too early De.” You said in a sleepy voice while pulling the blankets over your head. You tried to drift back to sleep but then you were wide awake when you felt Dean tap you three times. That was his signal when he wanted you to act like you were sleeping. It was a ridiculous code you had made up with him when you were four and were certain the monsters from under your bed were trying to get you. He would tap you twice then “handle the monsters”.

You heard someone walking around in the room and felt Dean quickly move to see who it was, that’s when you heard Sam say “Morning sunshine.” You relaxed back into the bed, realizing that there was no threat.

“What time is it?” Dean asked.

“About 5:45″ Sam replied. You grabbed a pillow and put it over your head; you just wanted more sleep.

“In the morning? Where does the day go?” Dean said in a tired voice.

Sam handed Dean a coffee as Dean sat up. “Did you get any sleep last night?” he asked Sam, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours.”

“Liar. Cause i was up at three thanks to someone kicking me and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial.” Dean said while giving you a shove with his foot.

“What can I say? It’s riveting TV.” Sam replied back to him.

You dramatically threw the covers off yourself while sitting up, grabbing your brothers attention. “If you aren’t gonna sleep Sam then I’m taking your bed, cause Dean snores right in my ear and it’s beginning to drive me nuts.” You said. You leaned over and grabbed Dean’s coffee and took a sip of it.

“I do not snore…and give me back my coffee.” Dean said as he reached for his coffee in your hands. You stood up with it and walked towards the bathroom.

“Uh, Y/N.” Sam called for you somewhat nervously, “I grabbed you a hot chocolate and a cheese danish. It’s on the table.”

You smiled, “Thanks Sammy.” You walked over and handed Dean’s coffee back to him and gave Sam a kiss on the cheek. “But, if you don’t start sleeping I am taking over that bed.” You walked over to your hot chocolate and pastry, letting Dean handle the Sam drama.

12 days of Kissmas #7

Originally posted by daystilchristmas

Plot Summary: Bucky’s promised for the next 12 days until Christmas to surprise you with a different kiss each day.
Day 1|Day 2| Day 3|Day 4|Day 5|Day 6 |Day 7 |Day 8|Day 9|Day 10|Day 11|Day 12

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, seven swans a swimming.

‘What are you doing?’ Bucky asked, looking up as you climbed a ridiculously large tree.

Not looking back, continuing upwards you replied ‘I want to watch the sunset!’

‘And you couldn’t have done that on the roof of the Avengers Tower?’ 
‘Sometimes you gotta go out and grab life’ you said, just as your foot slightly slipped on a branch, making you gasp loudly.

Bucky had been watching below, seeing your foot slip made him panic. 

'I’m coming up Doll’ 
'Thought you didn’t want to watch the sunset?’ You shot back.
Bucky shook his head, grinning. 'I just said the Avengers Tower could offer the same thing - anyways, if I don’t stay you’re probably going to fall and break something’
You huffed, pulling yourself up another branch 'the only thing that will be getting broken Barnes, is that jaw with your smart ass remarks’ 
You peered down to see Bucky beginning to climb up the tree to meet you.

You climbed up a bit further until you saw the perfect place to stand. 
Using another branch to grasp, you looked out at the sky, a mixture of reds, oranges and yellows colliding together across the sky. 
'It’s a work of art’ you whispered to yourself, when you felt a hand wrap around your waist.
'you’re not wrong doll’ Bucky said, resting his chin on your shoulder. 
'Glad to hear you can finally appreciate natural beauty Barnes’ still not taking your eyes off the skyline.
'Always do Doll’ he replied, not taking his eyes off you; but you were unaware of his gaze.

Bucky peppered kisses along your shoulder.
You smiled at the tickling sensation from the stubble on his face.

He started to sing ‘On the seventh day of Kissmas, my true love gave to me a shoulder to caress, a kiss blown that’s soaring, a soft haaaaaand embrace, several eskimo kisses, a flutter of butterfly wishes, a good luck forehead peck and a smacker right on the cheek!’
You placed your hand over his on your waist and gave it a squeeze.

'Bucky?’ You asked
'What’s up doll?’ He replied, huskily.
'I have no idea how to get down from this tree’
His eyes widened and mouth agape 'Are you being serious? Why did you come up here? I knew-’ Your laughing interrupted him.

 You squeezed his hand that bit tighter 'I’m just messing with you Buckster…’ You look at him, grinning’ ’…the look on your face though!’

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Damon x Young!Reader

Requested By Anon

Part One 


When Stefan came home he found you both sat on the sofa watching the newly installed TV. Damon had his feet slung up on the coffee table and a glass of whiskey in his hand, you were sat in the same way, little legs not reaching past the edge of the sofa. For a minute he was worried the glass tumbler in your hand continued liquor but when he moved a little closer it was obviously apple juice.

“So have you two done anything other than waste time watching reruns?” Stefan asked as he lent on the back of the sofa.

“Don’t be ridiculous Saint Stefan we’ve restocked the blood fridge downstairs.” Damon smirked and rolled his head back to look at Stefan.

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charm me. (m)

Pairing : Jin x Reader

Genre: Smut + Gryffindor!jin

Description: You have a test in charms tomorrow, and you know that you’re completely screwed, but luckily your boyfriend Jin, who is an expert in the subject, offers to help—however you quickly learn that he might actually be a bit too good at them. 

Word Count: 2,012 

A/N: This was requested to be a fluffy/smutty drabble, but it turned into just a short smut, I’m sorry. And hardcore HP fans please do not take me seriously for using these charms as plot devices for my sexual mind. I know it’s ridiculous, but it was just so fun to write lol. 

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“I’m going to fail!” You groaned out in defeat as your head fell back against the sofa.

“You’re being a bit dramatic now don’t you think?” You turn your head to face your boyfriend Jin, quickly shooting him a nasty glare at his lack of sympathy.

“Yeah, well that’s easy for you to say. You could probably fail tomorrow’s charms test, and still be passing the class.” You whine.

“Actually I could fail the next two tests.” He chuckles, and your annoyance only grows further.

“Okay, well I’m going to the library, because sitting here with you obviously isn’t helping anything.” You quickly stand up from the couch, getting ready to leave Gryffindor’s common room, but as soon as you take a step forward, you’re immediately pulled back down.

“Jin, I need to study—” You begin, but he quickly cuts you off.

“I’m going to help you study.” He says it with a sweet smile as he begins to rub his hand against your back in comforting circles.

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anonymous asked:

4 with Sirius Black please

Sirius Black x Reader
4. “I thought you’re a good girl.”

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

Panting hard, you running down corridors to corridors, fighting your way through the crowd, tyring to be as far away from Filch’s office as you could. You just slowed your pace as you thought you finally escpaced succesfully, but then you heard a too familiar and ridiculously frightening meow, so you turned around, rushing again, but a moment later you bumped into Sirius Black.

No time to explain and having no idea which way you should go next, you grabbed him by his collar, dragging him into the broom closet in your left. You let out a big sigh as you slammed the door behind you, pressing your head to his shoulder for a moment before you pulled back.

„So… why are we hiding?” – he whispered slowly when he recovered from the shock; you can feel his hot breath on your face.

Biting your lip, you started slowly. „Maybe… just maybe, I set fire on Filch’s desk.”

„You… you did what?” – he asked, a clear amusement could be hear on his tone.

„It was an accident! Or maybe it wasn’t.” – you added, a small giggle escaping your mouth.

As he let out a loud laugh, you hit him in the chest. “Quiet.”

He leaned closer, whispering. „I thought you’re a good girl.”

„Bless your little delusional heart.” – you said with a sweet voice, patting cheek. Even if there was almost completely dark in the tiny room, you could see an enormous grin on his face.

„You know, it’s not that I’m not enjoying this situation, being pressed to your little body in this small room, but why exactly am I here too?”

With narrowed eyes, you were thinking for a few seconds. „Oh, I don’t know. I was too distraught.” You leaned closer to the door. 

„I think we can leave now.” – you said, but your hand leaving the handle as you felt Sirius’ grip on your waist, his raspy voice murmuring into your ear.

„I don’t even get a little kiss? Afterall, I helped you.”

You cocked an eyebrow, and though you didn’t want to give him what he want, but in the next moment you grabbed his neck, pressing your lips against his, kissing him fiercely. It’s hard to pull away from his passionate kiss, but you finally did, opening the door of the closet.

As you were stepping outside to the dimly lit corridor, you turning back, seeing as Sirius is still in there, pupils dilated, a small smirk on his lips. „It was so bad you rather stay there?”

„No.” – he started, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to the closet. „It was so good I think both of us should stay a little longer.”

I never liked brown eyes until it was Tuesday morning and you were going off about something incredibly ridiculous with your friends. You rolled your head back, laughed, and stared at me with buckets of beautiful dark gold that singed the edges of my vision forever.
—  Now you’re my favorite color #11
Dolled Up

Young Sirius Black x Reader

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Thank you @loonylittlemoony for being amazing and so sweet and making me want to write, you are lovely.

Originally posted by spaceythangs

> marauders era

> warnings: one swear lol

“Y/N, you are taking forever.” Sirius whined from your bed. You were sitting on the floor, applying some eye shadow for the party that was happening tonight in celebration of winning the Quidditch match. You lowered the mirror that was stationed in front of your face and raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend.
“I’m sorry but I want to look nice.” You said pointedly, closing your eyelids one at a time to make sure that it was even. You could hear Sirius chuckling at the ridiculous expressions you were making.
“Why are you putting on makeup?” He asked, laying himself back down on the bed and tucking one of his arms beside his head. His shirt tugged up, you had to stop yourself from staring at his boxers that were poking out of the top of his pants. “I thought you hated it.” He said while drumming a beat absentmindedly on his stomach with his free hand.
“I don’t hate makeup, actually I really like it. I just hate the time it takes to put it all on before class. Waking up early to do my makeup just isn’t my thing.” You told him. “I like looking nice for parties, it takes everyone off guard.” You said, your lips curling up into a grin. Sirius suddenly turned onto his side and threw you a stern look.
“You know you always look nice.” He frowned, accusation clear on his face.
“Thank you.” You muttered, a blush rising on your cheeks. You raised the mirror again before he could see your reddening face and began to apply your mascara. When you finished you blinked at your reflection and grinned; you loved dressing up. Quickly you stood up, brushing off the back of your jeans before turning to Sirius.
“Okay, out you. I need to change.” You shooed him, all he did was lay there and smirk at you. Sighing, you placed your hands on your hips. “I’m-” You stopped yourself before you could give him another opportunity to pull out his all time favourite joke. “I’m not joking, out!” You tugged on his arm and began dragging him out of the room. “I’ll be quick promise.” You assured him.
As soon as he was out of the room he turned with a pout on his lips. You pecked his pout before closing the door. He sighed before leaning onto the door. You pulled your new black dress out of the closet and put it on. Humming to the beat of the music that began to play in the common room. Once you were changed and ready, you flattened your hair one more time before walking over and opening the door. As soon as you pulled the door towards you, Sirius fell into the room. He let out a small yelp, before quickly straightening himself up.
“Babe, I love you but you take forev- Fuck where did that dress come from?” He growled as his eyes raked down your figure. His eyes met yours and you let out a small squeak at how dark they were. He glanced down at your lips and his tongue poked out to wet his own. His hot breath was fanning against your face and you could feel your head getting fuzzy. Suddenly his lips were on yours, his hands wrapping around your waist to pull you as close to him as possible. He moaned into the kiss before pulling away breathlessly.
“Sorry babe but I think we’re gonna be late to the party.” He breathed hotly. You could only nod your head before reconnecting your lips. Sirius kicked the door shut, and flicked his wand to lock it as he began to back you into your bed.

Josh Dun Imagine

@songbirds-sweet : “Y/n works as a techie for TØP, she has a crush on Josh, which leads to Tyler and Jenna setting them up.”

Pls, send more requests, I’m horrible at ideas


“You have a staring problem,” Jenna said casually as she plopped herself beside you at the snack table, unwrapping the base of a cupcake in the process.

You immediately looked away, embarrassed, and refocused your attention to the clementine you were halfway through peeling.  “I was watching the set being put together,” you lied, “you know, I am new here, I still have stuff I need to learn.”

“You’re so full of shit,” Jenna said, shaking her head.

“I’m not full of shit, you’re just being ridiculous.”

“You’re the ridiculous one,” she mumbled back, lacking a better comeback.  She nudged you jokingly with her shoulder and opened her mouth, a sign that she wanted some of your food.  You plopped a wedge in her mouth just as Tyler skipped over towards the both of you.

He bent over Jenna, kissing the top of her hair and stealing a large chunk of her cupcake as he wrapped his arms around her frame.

“Hi,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut and looking backwards at him.  They shared a moment and you went back to focusing on your orange.  The perfect distraction.

“What’s up with her?” you vaguely heard Tyler mutter.

“She’s trying really hard to break the habit of staring obnoxiously at Josh,” Jenna chuckled, “which apparently includes burning a hole through that orange instead.”

You dropped the clementine and stared annoyingly back at the couple, rolling your eyes and scoffing.  Like the idea of you staring at Josh was so ludicrous, you couldn’t possibly imagine it.  

“Ah,” Tyler said, finally understanding.  “Well you know, he’s even cuter to gawk at up close.  You should try it sometime.” He threw you a wink.  

“I definitely don’t gawk,” you protested.

“You actually had your mouth open, I don’t think you were blinking,” Jenna teased.  

“Oh here,” Tyler said suddenly, standing up from the back of Jenna’s chair and leaning towards you, he brushed the corner of your mouth, “Just some drool—“ he snickered.

“I hate you,” you stated, standing up from your seat.  

Jenna laughed.

“And you,” you said.  “I actually have to go work for a living, so see you later.”

You left Jenna and Tyler in a laughing state as you went backstage to see if you could help with anything.  You were fairly new to this whole thing.  In fact, you were still amazed that you landed this internship for school.  Your professor had given a seriously monumental reference, and getting really close to him these past four years really paid off in the end.  You were still so humbled to be part of something so intimate and incredible.  

Of course you didn’t actually have any work to currently do.  The stage managers and security were lifting heavy equipment and truth-be-told, you’d probably just be in their way if you tried to help, so instead you wandered to the front of the venue, plopping down in one of the seats in the arena, taking it all in.  

You checked your watch briefly, the time reading half past four.  You still had a while until showtime, you thought.  As you looked up from your watch you saw Josh up on stage.  He was helping the crew position his drum set.  Probably needed it at a perfect angle or something stupid.  You watched him move, his tank top all but torn on the sides.  He might as well be shirtless, you could see his entire chest anyway.

Jesus, maybe Jenna was right.  You looked away immediately, forcing your eyes to go anywhere but towards Josh.  It really was just a stupid crush.  Of course you found him insanely attractive.  And you’d been around him enough to know how funny he was.  He could always crack up an entire room.  But you’d barely had any personal, one on one conversations with him, two or three tops.  You really shouldn’t be this hung up, you thought as your eyes wondered back on stage.  Only, when you looked up, you saw Josh jumping off stage and making his way towards the right side of the arena.  Making his way towards you.  He had his head down, watching his feet as they skipped up the few steps separating the two of you, and without hesitation, or warning at all, he sat two seats down from you, kicking his feet up and resting his arms.

“It’s all coming together,” he said.

“Yeah,” you sputtered, your nerves flaring for no reason at all.  “Good thing, show time is in a few hours.”

“Mm,” he agreed, “so you like it all so far?”

“Hm?” you asked, you were having a hard time paying attention to anything other than his stupid nipple poking out from his shirt.

“You know, the tour life.  You like it? The busses and hotels and different-city-different-night kind of thing?”

“Oh, yeah,” you say, “I mean, I suppose.  It’s all a bit hectic pretty much constantly, but I like that.  Keeps me busy.”

“Busy,” he repeated, a hint of laughter in his voice.  “That’s the understatement of the century.”

We both laughed at that, agreeing that our lives were a chaotic mess.

“No, but really though, I moved around a lot as a kid.  My mom and I never stayed anywhere long enough for me to be attached. I never really had a house or town that I considered home.  It was just constantly adjusting to a new school or friends or whatever—“ You pause. “I’m not trying to make it sound all horrible either.  I mean, I liked it.  I liked the attention of being the new kid.  I liked driving on the highway with our old car, crossing state lines.  So this tour stuff, this constantly on the go, it’s kind of all I know,” your breath hitches after realizing how much you just said.  Nothing dire or overly personal, but just the ease of which it all came out.  

Josh nods, “I’m the total opposite,” he laughed, “I lived in the same town my whole life, same house actually.  I walked the same path to school for twelve years.  I had the same friends.  We even put the Christmas tree in the same spot of the house every year.  And I love it and all, but it’s kind of a relief to get out, you know? Cause a lot of people don’t.  A lot of people just stay, and live their whole lives there.  Which isn’t bad, I guess.  Just not what I wanted.”

You nod, “There’s too much to see to stay in one spot.”

“Exactly,” he said, breaking out in a huge smile as you made eye contact.  You couldn’t help but blush.  You tucked your hair behind your ear like a cliche maniac and shyly looked away.  

“So, remind me again what your job is here?” Josh laughed, was he blushing too?

“I work with the tour publicist,” you laugh, “don’t feel bad,” you object when you see him shaking his head embarrassed, “there’s so many people around here, I can’t keep track either. What do you do again?”

He chuckles, “I’m like, assistant to the lead singer and you’re like assistant to the tour publicist?” he asked.

“More like the assistant to the assistant,” you chuckle, “not even, I’m an intern.”

“Ah, college gal?”

“Boston University.”

“I didn’t know we took interns.”

“You don’t,” you say honestly, “I got really, really lucky.”

Josh pauses, fiddling with the fabric of his shirt before saying, “So did we,”

He’s beckoned then.  Right on cue.  Tyler’s calling him from the stage, waving his arms like an idiot, something about soundcheck.

“Right, that’s my sign,” Josh mumbled, patting his knees before standing up.  “See ya later then.”

You nod, baffled and stomach fluttering.

JOSH’S POV

“Hey man,” Tyler said, snickering.  He had this awful, shit-eating grin on his face, “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt the moment.”

Josh laughs, nodding, “Yeah, you did always have excellent timing man.”

“She’s cool, yeah?”

Josh nods, “Yeah, she’s cool.”

“You like her?”

It’s really not a question, more of a statement, but Josh doesn’t bother pointing that out, “I mean, I don’t know her all too well.  I mean we’ve talked a little- had a few conversations. But yeah, I guess I’d like to know her.  I guess.  I mean, I don’t know, she’s—“

“You’re rambling,” Tyler laughs, giving Josh a little nudge in the shoulder.  “I’ll tell you, Y/N’s definitely got it in for you.”

Josh’s eyes snap up, a slight grin appearing on his face, “What?” there’s laughter and disbelief in his voice.  

“Yeah, I mean Jenna catches her gawking at you at least twice a day. She won’t admit it though, stubborn that one.”

Tyler pulls his ukulele out and begins tuning it, giving the instrument a few strums as he continues, “She’s definitely interested though, if that was a fear or anything.  I think you should go for it.  Just like ask her to dinner or something.”

“Not like we get much time off for dinner—“ Josh interjects.

“Ask her to dine on the tour bus then, I don’t know.  Just something,” he puts the ukulele down, “And don’t look too smug, I saw you gawking at her too.”

YOUR POV

The show was killer.  As usual.  This was the eighth one you’d witnessed and the guys smashed it every time.  

You were helping clean up backstage, just getting last minute gear packed away, whatever you could do really, while the guys did meet-and-greets backstage.  Jenna was helping you, holding a trash bag as you picked up loose trash here and there.

“Thanks, Jenna,” you mumble tiredly, grabbing the trash bag from her and tying the top.  “See you tomorrow, yeah?”


She nods, and you both part ways.  Her going to find Tyler.  You going to your van.  Just as you were turning, you heard someone call your named, you turn around, assuming you forgot some trash, and are utterly surprised to see Josh running to catch up with you.  His hair is a frizzy mess and his skin is still glowing with sweat.  

“Hey,” he said breathlessly, “How’d you, uh, like the show?”

You nod, giving him a thumbs up in a approval, “Yeah, you guys killed it, nice job.”

He smiled wide, making you nearly go weak in the knees.  His eyes got all crinkly cause his smile took up too much room.  

“Thanks, yeah-,” he paused scratching the back of his neck, “So I was wondering if you wanted to come chill with us on the bus tonight?”  

You raise your eyebrows, sure you heard Josh wrong.

“I mean, it won’t be much, we’ll probably just play some video games, maybe some scrabble if Tyler gets his way,” he chuckled nervously, clearly waiting for a response.

“Um, yeah,” you say, “Yeah, sure.”

“Yeah?” he repeats nervously, scratching the back of his neck again, his elbow wavering near his head.  

You nod, smiling and continue to walk beside Josh towards Tyler and Jenna.  

“She coming?” Tyler asks.  

Josh nods beside you, giving Tyler the lamest thumbs up.  It was adorable.  

“Cool,” he says, wrapping a lazy arm around Jenna and slandering outside towards the tour bus.  

The night was rather uneventful, just like Josh suggested.  But it was perfect.  The boys battled against each other in some stupid video game while Jenna and you watched, laughing at their attempt to insult each other.  Tyler won and Josh threw his controller dramatically on the couch cushion.  Tyler threw a movie on before running to the recliner, sitting down with Jenna sliding in on his lap.  She was asleep within minutes.  You and Josh lay on the couch, his back against the wall, with his arm wrapped around the top.  You tried so hard to pay attention to the movie, but between Josh smelling so good, just out of the shower, and your eyes feeling so heavy, you just couldn’t.  You slowly let your body rest against Josh’s, practically falling into his lap like a child.  You felt his arm gently wrap around you as your head slid to his shoulder, felt his finger tips brush up and down your arm, sending chills up your spine.  You fell asleep like that, wrapped up protectively. You had the best nights sleep so far on the tour.

Sleepy Cuddles (BTS)

“Bts reaction to their sleepy gf cuddling on them”


(gif credits to the original owners)

Rap Monster:
It would startle at him at first; he thought you were asleep. But, he would quickly adjust to the feeling. That big contented smile he always has would appear, embellishing the rare cuteness you were exhibiting at that moment. He would lay back, allowing for you to lazily strew yourself across his torso. His steady breaths and soothing voice mumbling sweet nothings to you would undoubtedly send you to sleep.

“My babygirl should get more sleep, hmm?”

Originally posted by taestylips

(by golly he is the purest. i couldn’t find one of that exact derpy smile he does, but y’all know what one it is.)

Jin:
This cutie would snatch you up right away. His strong arms would pull your head into his chest and he’d have to stop himself from squeezing you half to death. Your sleepiness was one of the main things he found ridiculously cute about you. So, he wouldn’t be able to contain himself. He would eventually relax, his arm slung across your back protectively. He would peck your forehead affectionately before you fell asleep.

“Ahhhh you’re so precious, I wanna’ squish you!”

Originally posted by syubbie

(he’s so adorable, how?!)

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