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azuresquirrel replied to your post: “but rose what if: utena funko pop”:

AKIO FUNKO POP

I apologize for nothing.

OKAY HONESTLY FOLKS THIS WOULD BE THE ONE WAY TO GET ME TO BUY A FUNKO POP

because that would be the FUNNIEST FUCKING THING - short body/big head Akio, mullet blown back in the wind, the white shirt of his prince outfit open to expose ridiculous little abs as he lounges on top of a miniature red convertible.

AKIO SHOULD BE MADE TO LOOK RIDICULOUS 10000% OF THE TIME I WOULD SUPPORT THIS

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

pls comment ily

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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.”

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

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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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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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.

My version of the MC from SLBP 😄 I imagine her as a ridiculously cute person who doesn’t realize it so this is the face that popped in my head haha doesn’t look exactly like how I imagine her but not a bad first attempt 😂 I didn’t want to stray too far from the general design that came from voltage so this is a good starting point (^_^)v

This was a good break for me from drawing the lords since I missed drawing the softer features of female faces…but back to the NPCs who still need attention :D

How do you all imagine your MC?? (^∇^)

@demonintheally here it is!! :)

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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.”

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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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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

MASTERLIST // REQUEST HERE

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.

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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