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defenders of the universe

(Request by anon: could you do a reid smut where they’re at a party and the reader is down about something and her friend jokes that she deserves a guy who’ll put her needs;) first and so reid gets all dominant and stuff?)

(This isn’t my first smut - I write smut over on Wattpad - however, it is my first Spencer smut so please go easy on me, aha xD)

Warnings ~ smut


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“(Y/N), hun, are you ready?” You heard Garcia knock on your bedroom door.

Rossi was throwing another one of his parties which just so happened to coincide with your breakup. JJ and Garcia had flocked over to your house so you could all get ready together. You knew what they were all doing and you found it sweet that the team were trying to cheer you up.

You sighed. “Yep. Coming.” You grabbed your purse and followed Garcia outside where JJ’s car was waiting.


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You had eventually sneaked over to a secluded part of Rossi’s garden to be alone. You sat on a chair, drink in hand and deep in thought.

“Are you okay?”

The voice came from behind you and you jumped before realising it was your friend, Spencer.

“I’m still kind of reeling from the whole breakup. Part of me is upset, part of me is glad. Should I be glad?” You looked over at Spencer who sat on the chair opposite you.

He nodded. “You should. The guy was an asshole, (Y/N). He didn’t deserve you.”

You smiled at your friend. “You’re too sweet to me, Spence.”

Your phone beeped in your purse and you quickly pulled it out. Your best friend (Y/F/N) had been texting you all night making sure you were okay. This text was different though.

“Oh, my God. She’s lost it.” You let out a laugh as you read the text.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing. (Y/F/N) just says ‘You deserve a guy who would willingly wrap your legs around his neck’. She’s nuts.” You snorted, taking another sip of your drink. You glanced at Spencer who was licking his lips, his gaze at the floor.

“Come on.” He finally said after a few moments of silence, grabbing your hand and pulling you back into the house.

While everyone was busy chatting and drinking, Spencer continued to pull you upstairs into one of Rossi’s bathrooms. Unsure of what was happening, you opened your mouth to speak before you were pushed against the bathroom door.

Spencer’s lips descended on yours, his hand reaching over to lock the door as his other one gripped your waist. His tongue traced the bottom of your lip as his hand fondled your ass. Your slight whimper at his touch granted him access, his tongue skillfully roaming your mouth as your hands reached up to tug at his hair.

Spencer’s hands trailed down from your waist to the backs of your thighs and you jumped, legs wrapping around his waist. He turned and placed you on the tank of the toilet, his cold fingers making you shiver as he inched your panties down from under your skirt. Throwing them to the side, Spencer sat himself on the lid of the toilet seat.

Parting your legs and positioning them over his shoulders, his tongue delicately licked your clit. You hissed at the contact, your hand instinctively reaching for his hair. Spencer smirked against your sex before beginning to suck at your clit.

Your head rolled back, eyes closing. “Spence, stop teasing - Oh!”

You let out a moan as his tongue dipped inside your folds. His tongue continued to be relentless by thrusting in and out of you, rapidly wiggling up and down your sex, focusing on your clit for a long while. He didn’t bother to use his fingers - he wanted to make you come with just his tongue.

Spencer groaned as you started thrusting to meet his tongue, your moans spurring him on. He responded by capturing your clit between his lips and sucking hard, his tongue drawing small patterns against it.

“Spence, I’m going to- oh, God.” You clamped a hand over your mouth, afraid the team would hear your moans and think something was wrong. Your hand gripped his hair tighter as you felt your climax descending over you.

Spencer’s hands gripped your thighs tighter to prevent you from falling as you rode out your orgasm. As you sat there panting trying to catch your breath, his fingers traced small circles on your thighs.

Very gently, he placed a kiss on each thigh before standing up and cupping your face. You tasted your own arousal on his lips as he kissed you sweetly, his demeanour changing from dominant back to his usual timid, sweet self.

You pulled away, still trying to catch your breath. “Where did that come from?” You smiled at your friend.

He gave you his usual lopsided grin. “You deserve someone who would willingly wrap your legs around his head.” he recited. “And I’m more than willing to do that.”

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I’m going to hell for y'all. Keep the requests coming! I’m splitting my time between finishing my requests on wattpad and my requests on here but for once, I’m actually ahead of schedule aha. 💕

        I have no words …
To explain how happy you guys have made me for the past few months ( year maybe ? ). I can’t remember the exact date in which this little goof came to life, but I can tell you I was absolutely petrified about what the community would think, merely because Belle is such an iconic female symbol and having a pretty boy thrown in her place and claiming to have issues too sounded like such a dick move from my part. I wanted Beau to experience and represent different things. I wanted a guy to heal a woman’s wounds and endure her darkness. I wanted him to be considered a handsome man and still be able to cry and be frail without his masculinity ever being put into question ( well at least outside of his little town ). People have been so kind to me and I am simply overjoyed by all the plots and blogs and wonderful muns who have endured my sudden hiatuses and just general trashiness. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart. Thank you to            


THE OLDIES THAT ARE ABSOLUTE GOLDIES;

@monstrcs / @txnderhearted / @glassgunslinger / waifu , @beastslain , @judgmentcast , @dxdger , @presdnt , @sangrantc@asundrop​  , @adellaenchanted / @travmsoldat.

THESE FUCKING MAGICAL BOUQUETS;

@finalpetal , @mywhataguy , @roseruin , @coredecay , @ignatiius , @indxstress , @ashtoil , @skilledhclm , @cgsworth , @luminctte , @untilmiidnight , @snakemade / @depoussiiere , @ncgrave , @chippercup , @plutotbizarre , @slipperborn , @princelycharmed , @lacecrown , @floreatetona , @neveroutofsight , @thornedbloom , @meddlingheels , @vinos / @rightmoves , @kingoftabor , @jeveuxaventure , @howjust , @candlstk , @petalbound , @traversina , @beyondappearance , @amaranthinelost , @bovariesme , @thicves , @littlclctte , @moranument , @sanctamater , @searisen , @lionwept , @fracturedportrait , @faceofabotticelliangel , @hishonor , @antlerdecor , @sauvagi , @vraiebete , @reinemalheureuse , @servesthegods , @hereforevermore , @cantsayit , @petalwritten , @bargesized , @decoratedhunter , @cluefound , @rabbitfell , @bcastmade , @bcllerose , @redlocked , @gcston, @boorishbrute … 

I am sure I am missing a lot of people. But I do appreciate you all and I hope we can all plot together. Also sorry about me being so quiet oocly, I’m not ignoring you, I’m just a pile of little baroque turds. Love you though. Hope you have a wonderful week.  —- EVA

First of all, sorry for this super cheesy edit! I just can’t help but use this classic line! ( ̄▽ ̄*)ゞ

Happy 45th day of the year of the Gregorian calendar (aka February 14, aka Valentine’s Day)!

Here’s a shout out to all my lovely mutuals and followers, especially:

@aileenaison , @amy-chickadee​ , @aoharu-gun , @atsushisnakajima​ , @catastrophy-cat , @dazushix , @de-k-u , @dovetail-17 , @harashins , @h-a-r-u-k-a​ , @hyperopic-tsukki , @ianime0 , @innocent-wind , @itsclowreedsfault , @kaemutsumi , @katesenpai , @kuro-orchid , @kuroosukii, @lessmalpli , @littlebratciel , @littleotakudeer , @muse0ica@nxndas , @princes-aide, @shunjouuromantic , @smallersocksx , @tartan-llama , @themysteryanimegirl , @thisfairytalegonebad , @tokiyasstar, @umaruuun , @ydotome , @yorekichan *I’m sorry if I missed out anyone who is dear to me

Whether you celebrate this “special” occasion or not, please know that I don’t, but I’m still going to send you guys lots of positive vibes + virtual xoxo. Because you deserve it!

Daisuki da yo,
Yukina ❤ 

P.S. Due to the time differences, I am just going to post this today (Feb 13 on my end) (>ω^)〜☆

Dating Dean Winchester would Include…


-meeting each other by accident when you, a retired hunter and cop, arrested him for trespassing

-him flirting with you the whole time and you pretending not to like it

-him getting super jealous all the time cause in his mind you’re way too good for him

-really he gets jealous of anyone that so much as looks at you

-he once threatened a guy for complimenting the band on your shirt

-helping each other during hunts

-*casually discussing dinner plans while decapitating a vamp*

-him telling you the cheesiest pick up lines even even after you started dating

-”hey baby, if I flip a coin, what are the chances of me getting head?”

-”Dean we are in the middle of sex.”

-Sam loving you because you make his brother so happy

-Sam having many mental scars from walking in on you two because Dean likes to do it around the bunker

-staying up late with Dean just talking or cuddling when he can’t sleep

-you always wanting to cuddle with him

-he acts like he doesn’t like it but secretly he probs loves it more than you do

-him not knowing what he did to deserve you

-tag team hustlers

-you distract the guy while dean takes the money

-him being completely and utterly in love with you

-like seriously he didn’t know he could feel that much until you came around

-you loving him back just as much

-you and Sam bonding over embarrassing stories of dean’s childhood.

-”He used to dress up as batman everyday.”

-”Shut up Sam!”

-having little fights about dumb things that neither of you really care about

-make up sex afterwards

-having huge fights which include screaming and throwing things, and one of you ends up storming out

-the other waiting up until they get back

-intense make up sex afterwards

-him being the best guy you’ve ever been with, in all aspects (wink wink)

-him cooking breakfast for you since he almost always wakes up first

-him laying in bed watching you because you’re just so beautiful

-he get turned on by like everything that you do

-bite your lip, turned on, bend over turned on, looking his direction, turned on

-you trying your best to help him with the mark of Cain

-your whole world falling down around you when you hear that he’s dead

-nearly sobbing the whole time when he comes back as a demon and tried to kill you and Sam

-Demon Dean coming on to you and trying to convince you to come with him but you refuse, knowing he’s not your Dean

-when it’s all over, he hates himself for hurting you but you reassure him it wasn’t his fault and you still love him

-make up sex afterwards

-just being the ultimate power couple

  It’s More Than A Crush

She came down the stairs of the bunker with ease and averseness. Her steps were light, almost too light for the way she walked. She had a date tonight, a guy that had seen her in the grocery store, and at the bar down the block. He had seen her a few times. She was on a supply run a few days ago when she came back with his number in her phone and a date set up for tonight. Y/N was a smart girl, a badass at that. And no matter how much he didn’t want her going out with the oversized dweeb with hair longer than Sam’s, it wasn’t his decision to make. 

  The loud click of her heels hitting the concrete floor filled his ears. The sight of her filled his peripheral vision. He looked up from the book he obviously wasn’t reading. She was still wearing that gorgeous baby blue sundress that he didn’t know she owned, this time, she had a leather jacket wrapped around her. Her hair was a little bit of a mess, and her makeup was smudged, but certainly not from tears; not unless she had hidden them. 

  She carefully made her way to the chair across from me. She was nervous, sure that he was still angry with her for going out but boy was she wrong. The anger was concern. He had no reason to be concerned, Y/N could hold her own. But it didn’t mean that he didn’t care deeply for her. 

  “Hey,” he said softly, his eyes locked on her face. She looked up at him for the first time, her eyes meeting his. She smiled weakly before kicking off her heels. “How was your date with Brad?”

  “You mean the date where he was supposed to take me to dinner but instead tried feeling me up in the car before we even left?” she revealed. Before Dean could get another word in, she continued, “Why do I always agree to date the creeps and the weirdos. Just once, why can’t a nice guy ask me on a date. One that won’t try to cop a feel the second I sit in his car. For once! Just once! Is that too much to ask?”

  He was staring at her, completely dumbfounded by the words that escaped passed her lips. The first thought that came to his mind was that he would love to take her out and treat her exactly the way a beautiful woman like Y/N should be treated. She would never question what it would be like to be with a guy who saw his entire world in her. Y/N deserved a hell of a lot more than Dean could give her. 

  “Hey- Y/N your back from your date early,” Sam broke them both from their thoughts. She nodded her head. “I found us a hunt. Crossroad demon just outside of Orlando Florida, he’s making deals and cashing them in a week later. What do you say? Wanna take out Mickey Mouse?”

  Dean can’t take his eyes off of Y/N. She was looking up at Sam, her mind reeling over Sam’s words. He knew that she always wanted to see Orlando Florida.

  “I’m in,” she smiled, glancing back at Dean. Dean took his eyes off of her. Sam looked at him, and he nodded agreeing to the hunt. Sam stated he was going to go pack and that they should get on the road as early as possible, leaving them alone once more.

  “We’ll I better go pack,” she started.

  “Y/N, wait,” he said, before he could even think about what was coming out of his mouth. He was nervous, but he couldn’t watch her go out with yet another douchebag guy who would try and touch her the wrong way. There was no way he could stomach that again. She sat back down in the chair, her eyes meeting his. “You know, after we finish the case, do you think maybe you’d let me take you out to dinner?”

  “Like-like a date?” she stuttered, pushing her hair behind her ear. 

  “Yeah, I mean if you want it to be. I don’t want to force you into-”

  “Yes, Dean. Yes. I would love to go out to dinner with you.”

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I’m honestly not surprised that I’m writing a Part 3 for this. The first two got so much love that it only seemed like a matter of time before the requests came in for this one. However I will say now that this will be the last part. As much as I love Bucky, if I write any more for this my well of ideas might run dry I’m afraid. It initially was a much darker plot that this with Bucky having a near break down and running away and then the reader nearly catching hypothermia in order to find him. But I prefer this one much better - more fluff, same amount of angst. Much love to iamwarrenspeace for this request, I hope it’s okay. :) Ta ta, my darlings.

Prompt:  Well, now I wanna request a part 3 for your Instinct story! It’s so super cute and adorable!!!!!

“Instinct” (Part 3)

Part 2

You knocked twice but Bucky didn’t respond. Twisting the handle, you peered around the edge of the door to see a shirtless Bucky sat nonchalantly on the bedside. In front of him was a photo album. He didn’t look up when you stepped into the room.
“Buck…?” You whispered, walking forward. Again he ignored you, continuing to stare at the book. His hand trailed over one of the pictures nostalgically but he quickly pulled it away to wipe something from his eye.

Bucky remained silent, even when you sat on the bed behind him. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you peered at the album over his shoulder. Lots of black and white photos lined the pages containing two familiar faces. The pair were always smiling. You allowed a smile of your own to creep its way wistfully onto your face as you pored over the images.
“What’s wrong Buck?” You said, letting your arms loosen around him. He turned, acknowledging your presence for the first time, and looked at you. His eyes were red and bloodshot and, upon further inspection, you could see see-through silver lines decorating his cheeks.

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