waiting to crawl under your skin

Records are Better

in which shawn and y/n have an intimate morning listening to records.




The sun’s rays shone gold against the crumpled white bed sheets; the golden sunlight was always the first to wake you in the early morning hours. Your eyes are closed and you want nothing more than for it to be dark again, but the inside of your eyelids are painted a burnt orange colour. The digital alarm clock reads that it is just shy of seven in the morning - way too early to be up.

The unexpected warmth on the opposite side of the bed enlightened you of the fact that your boyfriend was still peacefully asleep. You softly smile at his relaxed form - a rarity due to his busy schedule. On usual mornings he would no longer be accompanying you in bed; rather he would be on his way to the gym or using his early morning inspiration to jot down lyrics.

Carding a hand through his fluffy morning hair (one of your favourite physical features of his) you watch as his eyes twitch at your touch, those beautiful long eyelashes that just barely touch his eyebrows flutter open. The sun is shining directly on his face; the light illuminating his warm skin and making his hazel eyes shine amber.

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Cry (Out) - Draco Malfoy Smut

thanks for deciding to read my first smut! since i’m a draco girl, the first smut is about him (; enjoy!

word count: 1866

Draco’s fingers pulled lightly at the ends of your ginger locks, his other hand pressing your head towards his chest as he allowed you to cry against him. Sobs wracked your body, and you had a fistful of his robe in each hand.

After a while, you began to calm down and your hands slowly released Draco’s robes. You could feel his piercing grey eyes on the top of your head, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Y/N, babe?”

Your Y/E/C eyes met his grey ones hesitantly. His face showed concern, and he held onto you as if you were porcelain. His hand has moved from the tips of your hair to your lower back, and his fingers were rubbing slow, soothing circles through the fabric.

“What happened?” He questioned, eyebrows knit together in concern.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath before launching into an explanation for your boyfriend.

You had been reading a book by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room when your twin, Ron, has stomped over to you with your older brothers, Fred and George, and you little sister Ginny in tow.

“Your face is about as red as your face, Ronald,” you joked, the Charms book seated in your lap beginning to pull your attention once again.

Without replying, Ron had grabbed the book off your lap and closed – more like slammed – it shut, throwing it on the floor behind him.

You shot up angrily, glaring at your brother. “Oi, give me that book back Ronald,” you hissed, placing your hands (now curled into fists) on your hips. “I have a test to study for!” When Ron didn’t move, you shot him a look of hate and reached down to grab your book. Before you could, however, Ron shoved a picture in your face.

Your face paled considerably as you recognized the picture in front of you, taken from your dorm. The picture was of you and Draco, who was holding you with his arms placed securely around your back. You watched picture you throw her head back and laugh, before smiling as Draco kissed her on her red nose.

The picture was taken the night before Christmas break, since you wouldn’t be seeing Draco for a few weeks. In the picture, you were outside on the quidditch pitch, with snow falling gently around you. Draco’s Slytherin scarf was around your neck, and he happily used the ends of it to pull you closer to him so his lips would meet yours.

You loved the picture.

“H-how did you get that?” Your voice cracked as your eyes traveled from your livid twin to the rest of your siblings present. They had finally found out about Draco – but this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

“Are you dating Malfoy?” Ron asked, completely ignoring what you had just said. His face twisted in disgust as he said your boyfriend’s name. You paused for a moment, considering saying no. But you were done hiding this.

“Yes,” you whispered, letting your hair fall in front of your face like a shield.

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL, Y/N?!”

You flinched in fear as Ron’s voice rang out across the common room, and you backed away from him slightly. Tears began to fall from your eyes as you watched Ron take the picture of you and Draco and crumple it, letting it slip to the floor.

Slowly, you stood, moving towards your twin. You bent down, about to grab the picture when Ron grabbed you by the upper arms and brought you so you were face to face. Tears fell freely now, sliding down your tan cheeks.

“Him or me.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at Ron. His brown eyes gazed fiercely into your, and his grip on your arms tightened. Before you could stop yourself, your mouth had formed one word;

“Him.”

You looked at Draco and saw him trying to hide the smile forming on his face. Closing your eyes, you let your head fall against his chest and you let out a small whimper.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. I’m sure the news was just a shock to him, and he reacted badly. He’ll get over it,” Draco said, pulling away from you so that he could see your face better.

You nodded, biting your lip and looking down. You saw Draco’s breathing speed up as you did so, but didn’t pay much attention to it. Instead, you let yourself get lost in thought – that was, until you felt Draco’s hand (the one that had been rubbing circles on your back) move slowly towards your hip.

Your head snapped up in shock, only to be greeted by Draco’s face, directly in front of your own. His warm breath hit your lips, and his grey eyes looked as if they were staring into your soul. Your breathing sped up as Draco’s hand began pulling the fabric down, little by little slipping off your skirt until it was on the floor.

Your lips were suddenly pressed up against Draco’s as he kissed you gently. After a few seconds, however, he deepened the kiss and moved his hand back to the spot on your lower back, pulling you closer to him.

His teeth bit your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You gladly opened your mouth, your tongues wrestling for dominance as his fingers began to undo your blouse. After the buttons were undone, he pushed the material off your shoulders, leaving you sitting in front of him – only in your underwear.

Draco’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at you, his gaze memorizing every inch of your body. Seeing this, you looked down, slightly embarrassed. You thought your stomach was too chubby, wished for bigger boobs, and immediately wished you had stopped eating sweets, your thighs were huge.

Draco caught onto what you were doing as he lifted your chin up, running his thumb over your bottom lip. His forehead was pressed against yours and his grey eyes stayed on your Y/E/C ones.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

Your hands wrapped around Draco’s tie, pulling him closer to you. His hands found the sides of your face and was pulling you closer to him. The air was dripping with emotion - lust, anger, sadness - but mostly love.

A new kind of hunger flowed through you as your hands began to unbutton his shirt. His calloused hands roamed your body, feeling over every curve from your legs to your breasts. You finally finished with his buttons and pushed his shirt off as his hands began to play with the bra clapse behind your back.

By the time Draco had let out a frustrated sigh and looked to you for help with the bra clapse, you had unbuckled his belt and had pushed his pants down so that they were pooled around his ankles on the floor.

Removing Draco’s hands from your bra, you slowly undid the clapse yourself. You saw Draco’s eyes darken at how slow you were moving, and the minute you had finally pulled apart the clapse, he ripped your bra from your hands and attacked your neck with rough kisses.

You let your head fall back as Draco’s hands roamed your breasts, his fingers rolling your rippled between his fingers skillfully. You moaned as his lips hit your sweet spot, your nails scratching down your back.

Quickly Draco picked you up and turned you so that your head was resting on the pillows at the head of his bed. With his body over yours, he began kissing you, starting at your mouth and working his way lower and lower slowly.

“I - hate - seeing - you- cry,” he said between kisses on your stomach, moving lower after each word, his eyes locked on your face as he smirked against your skin. “But - I - can’t - wait - to - make - you - cry - out.”

His mouth had reached your core, where his smirk grew once he saw how ready you were for him. He slowly pulled down the fabric, kissing your inner thigh while doing so. Your mouth formed a small “o” at this motion.

He chuckled darkly before taking one finger and running it up and down your dripping folds. He slowly rubbed you until you were begging for him. “Please, Draco,” you cried, trembling.

His eyes seemed to darken even more, if that was possible, when you said that. He brought his mouth over you opening, his breath making you shiver as he spoke.

“Oh, darling, you should not have said that.”

In an instant, Draco’s tongue had dipped inside of you and you moaned, grabbing the sheets around you. His tongue moved slowly, and he kept your legs apart with his hands. Every few seconds, he would give your clit a sharp lick, sending you into fits of moans and cursing.

Draco must have felt you tighten around him, because he pulled away after a minute or two. His hair was stuck to his forehead, which was plastered in sweat. His eyes roamed your body as he sexily crawled back over to you, fully naked (you didn’t know what he had undressed himself, but you were sure glad he had).

His cock dangled dangerously near you entrance as Draco placed himself over you, his lips connecting with your collarbone. You felt him suck, nip and bite as he pleased, wanting to claim you as his.

He moved one hand from your side and lined himself up at your entrance, before laying his body back over yours. His teeth nibbled at the skin under your ear as you waited - quite annoyed at the teasing - for him to enter you.

As if Draco had read your mind, he slammed into you without warning, causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure. Your hands scraped his back, leaving new scratch marks every time he pounded into you.

Soon, you were both a moaning mess, and Draco’s thrusts were becoming sloppier. You felt your walls tighten around him, which Draco also seemed to notice. He placed his lips to you ear, whispering a “Release with me, baby,” in his husky voice.

Not even a second later, you released, your eyes rolling back into your head and your back arching towards him. Your nails dug into his back, and you were at a loss for words.

A few seconds later Draco did the same as you, only with more control. After he finished, he pulled out of you gently and laid next to you. Your heart was pounding, and your breathing was spotty - all because of Draco.

You relaxed a little as Draco pulled you closer to him, almost falling asleep in his embrace. Draco must had thought you had fallen asleep, however, because he kissed your head and you could feel him staring at you.

“I’m so glad you chose me, Y/N,” he said, before drifting into sleep himself.

Autumn Sweaters

Summary: After a morning disaster, you decide to check in on an injured erumpent. Unfortunately, your day seems to be filled with disasters. Fortunately, Newt is there to help with them.

Word Count: 2,105

Pairing: Newt x Reader

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As a child, you’d never imagined you’d get to stroke the side of an erumpent and not fear any danger. Though you loved all creatures and decided by the age of 7 to become a magizoologist, your father had protested any interest in any even slightly dangerous creatures. You’d met your fair share of bowtruckles, demiguises, and, to your chagrin, injured owls but never an erumpent. So, when, on your trip, Newt asked you to help him examine an erumpent that seemed to be limping, you jumped at the chance.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, Newt.” You tap your foot, already impatient with how long it will take to clean up the breakfast dishes. If only he had said something earlier. You would have cooked far less than the buffet sitting in front of the two of you.

“It’s dangerous.”

Newt laughs at your huff. “I know it’s dangerous, but this is possibly a once in a lifetime chance and I do not plan to let it get away from me.”

“Alright, alright.” He set his fork down, reaching for his napkin as he opens his mouth to say something else.

Pickett, though, startles at the sound of the fork clinking against the plate. The bowtruckle reels backwards, tripping over the napkin behind it. Its small frame smacks into your glass of water, sending the glass tumbling over. Water floods the table, rushing toward you in a wave and flying over the edge before you can even stand.

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she’s gone from you. when you tasted her fingertips it was a night so full of each other that you slid hands too hot over her body, felt her moan under you. she gasped when you choked her and it turned your whole body into lava. there was something crawling under your skin then, a wicked feeling like if you kissed her you could bring about the apocalypse. 

you wait too long. the parts of you that get scared got too strong. 

and now she’s gone.

Two Can Play This Game (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Originally posted by winsync

Warnings: SMUT.

“Mornin’ Dean.” You yawn coming into the kitchen. He was making breakfast and practically dropped the spatula when he saw you. You were in a shirt that barely made any effort to cover your ass. Opening the fridge you purposely reach down to the bottom shelf for your creamer you enjoyed putting in your coffee. Standing back up you pad over to the coffee pot and pour some into a cup. You knew his eyes were following you around the kitchen. Smirking you stir everything and then walk back over by him. Jumping up on the counter by him you look over at what he’s cooking.

   “You know sweetheart, you shouldn’t be so close to the stove.” His tone a little dark.

   “Oh yeah?” You question biting your lower lip. “I think..” You lean forward to whisper in his ear. “I have a perfect view and just the right amount of space from something quite yummy.” With that you pull away and sip on your coffee. You watch as Dean tries to focus on his cooking. You knew for a fact Sam was off on his morning run so you had all the free time to screw with Dean all you wanted.

   “(Y/N), why don’t you go get dressed for the day huh?” Dean says as he finishes up his food.

   “You would rather me be fully clothed? I was pretty sure you were enjoying seeing my underwear when i was getting my creamer honey.” You wink and hop off the counter. You make sure to brush up against him, just enough to feel him hold his breath. Smirking you run off for your bedroom, but stop just to hear Dean sigh heavily. Showering quickly you plan what you would do the rest of the day to screw with him. You pull on your tightest pair of ripped jeans and then find a tank top. It just happened to be your ACDC one. Walking down the hall to the kitchen again you find Sam sitting at the table.

   “Morning (Y/N).” Sam smiles.

   “Mornin’ Sammy.” You smile back. Dean is sitting at the table eating his food. You don’t even hesitate. You sit right on his lap and start eating some of his breakfast.

   “Hey!” Dean exclaims his hands moving to stop you from eating anymore.

   “Hi yourself.” You smirk a little and move. Dean immediately stops and shifts a little awkwardly. Biting your lip you steal some more of his food and then stay put. Dean grumbles a little and then plays back.

   “Find a hunt Sammy?” Dean questions.

   “Uh..Yeah.” Sam pauses. “So get this.. a man came home to find his wife’s body, no signs of forced entry…” Sam goes on and eventually you space out because Dean’s hand was sliding up your leg slowly. You move a little and he grips your thigh tightly warning you not to move. You chew on your lower lip and he slowly moves up farther and farther. Finally you jump up and Sam stops looking between you two.

   “Okay great Sammy, pack your stuff.” You smile forcefully and then run off for your bedroom. You knew your cheeks were burning red, damn Dean Winchester. He knew just how to get you going. Grabbing your things you make sure you are packed and then wait on the boys. Dean was out by the impala when you walked into the garage. He was leaning in the trunk for something. Grinning you sneak up closer and then smack his ass. Dean hits his head on the trunk and you erupt in giggles.

   “Son of a bitch.” Dean grumbles.

   “I’m so sorry Dean.” You stifle your giggles.

   “You are lying. Damn do you hit hard.” Dean mutters.

   “You like it rough honey.” You wink pressing up against him while you put your things in the trunk. Dean’s breath catches and you move quickly away when you hear Sam. Jumping in the back seat you wait for Dean to start the impala up. Leaving for the hunt this late in the afternoon was bound for Sam to fall asleep eventually and once he did you set your plan in motion. Dean had the rearview mirror set on you and he could see most of the things you did. Sighing and shifting quietly you move your hair and slowly run your hands down your chest. Dean doesn’t notice at first until you let out a stifled moan. Dean never looked in the backseat so fast that you had to nearly lost focus on what you had planned.

   “Fuck.” Dean whispers, he looks over at Sam and then back on the road. Sitting up you carefully scoot over so you are behind Dean. You lean forward to whisper in his ear.

   “Oh Dean, just imagine how your hands would feel on my skin..” You pause savoring this image and moan a little in his ear. Dean shifts a little stepping on the gas slightly. “Would you fuck me slow.. or fast and hard, making me yell out your name. Let everyone know just how bad of a girl i’ve been?”

   “You don’t play fair (y/n).” Dean mutters under his breath.

   “Never said i would baby.” You whisper. Leaning up against the seat you press your lips against his neck and Dean’s eyes close a little. “Keep your eyes on the road Deaaaan.” His eyes fly open and he swerves a little to miss a car. You giggle and get back in your seat. Sam wakes up and groans.

   “What the hell Dean?” He yawns.

   “Sorry man.” Dean says through clenched teeth. You laugh quietly to yourself, you were winning right now.

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When you finally get a motel you sigh happily and get started on this hunt. Sam wasn’t tired (go figure) so you all focus on some of the details of the murder. Dean hadn’t teased you back yet, you were waiting, it was making you jumpy. For all you knew, he could get you when you least expect it. After a few hours it was decent enough to go talk to the families and the cops. Dean still hadn’t done anything yet. You sighed and relaxed a little, that is until you were questioning the husband that Dean’s hand brushed your leg slightly. You jump a little and then focus on talking to the husband. When you finish with that you quickly walk out to the impala and wait for Dean to head to pick up Sam. You were sitting in Sam’s usual spot up front during the ride over. Dean took this time to mess with you. His hand grabs your upper thigh causing you to lose your thought process. He squeezes a little and you groan. Dean was not going to win that easily, not today. He continues to move higher and a moan escapes, you didn’t mean to but damn did you want him… wait did you just think that? This was just fun and teasing right? Finally you get Sam and you happily jump in the backseat. Dean pouts a little and drives back to the motel.

   “I’m going to the bar.” You say when you come out of the bathroom. You just happened to be in a dress. You didn’t always like dresses, but this one was just perfect for tonight. It was a shorter black dress that you happened to really like. To go with it you even wore some converse, it was enough to make you feel like yourself. You were so not into high heels.

   “In that?” Dean’s eyes widen.
   
   “Um yeah.” You shrug grabbing some cash. Sam laughs a little and decides to go with you. Dean eventually follows after not liking the idea of any other men checking you out. Walking through the door of the bar you get some shots of whiskey to start off your night. Dean and Sam sat down at a table and got some beers. You on the other hand managed to find a decently attractive male to play pool with. He was going easy on you because of you being a girl. It made you chuckle a little, in the end you kicked his ass and he was still flirting with you. Dean however was gritting his teeth not liking the whole situation whatsoever. You weren’t really interested in this guy, you more or less were doing it to screw with Dean. Once you finished flirting with him you go and get some more shots of whiskey. You knew right then and there that Dean was walking your way. He didn’t even care, you only got three shots down before he grabbed your hand and yanked you with him.

“Dean, what the hell?!” You demand.

   “I can’t take this fucking teasing anymore.” Dean says shoving you against the brick wall. You could feel the length of his hardness against your hip.

   “Fuck.” You bite your lip hard.

   “Quit biting your lip. I want to be the one doing that.” Dean says low and dark before crashing his lips on yours. You are shocked at first and then kiss him back with just as much. Dean pushes himself against you and you moan a little.

   “M-maybe we should take this elsewhere.” You mumble against his lips.

   “Oh i know just the place.” He smirks picking you up and kissing your lips again. He carries you to the impala and then opens the back door. You crawl in and wait for him, he is in closing the door behind him and locking them all. His mouth is on yours again and he pushes you down to the seat. Dean bites your lower lip and then starts attacking your neck. He bites your neck causing you to moan. He was marking you as his.. and damned if you weren’t already. Dean grinds his hardness against you causing you to move under him.

   “I thought you were sick of the teasing.” You pant a little as his hands trail up your smooth skin. Your breathing increases a little when he reaches your inner thigh. Smirking he rubs his hand against your panties causing you to whimper as he added some more friction. Dean bites your neck and you move again.

   “You are really going to have to learn to hold still sweetheart.” Dean smirks against your skin. “But for now..” He trails off as he pulls you up to get you out of your dress. His eyes linger on your body as he discards your dress in the impala somewhere. Dean doesn’t hesitate this time as his lips touch every inch of your skin. Your breath catches when he bites your hip and then slips your panties off. He doesn’t give any forewarning, his mouth is on your sex and he is eating you like one of his pies.

   “Fuuck.” You moan your back arching. Dean continues with no mercy, loud moans and foul language is what escapes your mouth in small frantic measures. Dean inserts a finger or two and then thrusts them hard. “De-e-a-nn!” You scream as you reach your climax. Dean pulls his fingers out and licks them before claiming your mouth again. You bite his lower lip and push up against him. You move and push him down to the backseat. You smirk as you decide to mark him so everyone knew he was yours. You bite his sweet spot on his neck and suck, Dean groans quietly. You then start pressing kisses and small love bites along his upper body all the way down to his hips. Dean moves a little and you stop all together. “Someone needs to learn to keep still.” Dean winks at you and you slowly unbutton his jeans and pull his boxers down with his pants. His member pops free and your eyes widen, sure you thought Dean was big, but never that big. Biting your lower lip you wrap your hand around him and Dean stifles a noise. You stroke him slowly and then look up. Dean’s eyes were full of lust and need. You continue to toy with him just a little.

   “(Y/N), come on quit bei— Oh Fuck!” Dean hisses. You took him into your mouth fully and continued to take him all in. Dean’s eyes widen and his breathing picks up a little. “Fuck baby, don’t you have a gag reflex?” You resist the urge to giggle and slowly come back up. Dean moves a little and you pull away completely.

   “Now stay still, and i might just let you come.” You tease and wink. Dean glares at you and you suck him back into your mouth quickly. This time Dean doesn’t let you go slow, his fingers find their way into your hair and you start bobbing your head up and down a lot quicker. You however feel him stop and pull you up to him. You meet his eyes and Dean smiles a little as you slowly slide down onto him. You and Dean moan at the same time.

   “Fuck baby, you are so tight.” Dean mutters under his breath. You put your hands on his chest and start to move yourself up and down. Dean’s breath catches and his hands find your hips. You start at a slow pace and finally Dean can’t take it anymore. He pulls you down and moves his hips up to deepen the thrusts.
   
   “Oh.. Dea-n-n.” You pant. Dean moves so you are under him and then he slams into you hard again. Your nails rake down his back as he pounds harder into you. He flips from sweet nothings to dirty. “I’m.. close.” You whimper as he continues to fuck you.

   “Thats right baby, let it all go, let me hear you.” Dean moans in your ear. Its when he bites your shoulder that you lose it.

   “DEAN!” You scream and dig your nails deeper into his back. This seemed to set Dean off as he came shortly after you. You are both panting heavily and Dean pulls out gently and moves so you are on top of him. Dean runs his hand up and down your arm in a soft motion.“Wow.” You mutter breathing in.

   “You are so beautiful.” Dean says soft.

   “You aren’t so bad yourself Winchester.” You smile pulling back to look at him. Dean brushes some of your hair to the side and then leans up to kiss you softly.

   “(Y/N), i’ve never been so great at admitting my—-.” Dean starts.
   
   “Seriously Dean!” Sam yells outside of the car. Your eyes widen and Dean laughs. The windows were all fogged over.

   “Give me 10 minutes Sammy!” Dean laughs again. Sam mutters something else and you move to pull your dress back on forgetting about your bra. Yanking on your underwear you wait for Dean to get dressed. You lean forward and kiss him once more and then open the back door. Jumping out Dean gets out behind you.

   “Oh my god.” Sam’s eyes widen. You feel your cheeks heat up and Dean shoots his brother a bitch face.

   
   *Timeskip brought to you by Dean singing along with the music*

Dean didn’t like the fact he never got to speak about what he truly what he wanted to tell you. When you reach the bunker you end up heading straight to your room. Dean was on your mind and you were curious to what he was going to say but you were dead tired. Sighing you pull your dress off and find one of your shirts and pull it on. Falling to your bed you curl up and sigh. Not even five minutes later your bedroom door opened and shut quietly. Dean crawls into your bed and pulls you to him.

   “(Y/N)?” Dean whispers soft.

   “Hmm?” You mumbled sleepily.

   “Can i finish what i was going to tell you earlier?”

   “Mmmhm.” You nod moving a little.

   “Okay, I’m not good at this type of thing but.. i love you (y/n).”

   “Mm.” You hum.

   “Sweetheart, wake up.” Dean chuckles.

   “Wait!” You jump up a little. “Did you just say you loved me?”

   “You are too cute.” Dean laughs. “Yes you silly, beautiful, unique girl. I love you.”

   “I love you too Dean.” You smile and lean forward to kiss him soft.

   “Now are we sleeping in here or my room?” He smirks.

   “Here.” You giggle soft. “I’m already comfortable.” You snuggle into him some more and kiss his chest.

   “One more question.” Dean says gentle.

   “Dean shut up. I need my sleep.” You tease.

   “Come on baby… will you be mine?”

   “Dean,” You laugh shaking your head. ”I’m already yours.”

   “Go to sleep baby.” Dean responds kissing the top of your head. You were already sound asleep before Dean could get another word out. “I love you.”

Wedding Day with Alfie

“Alfie!” You screamed, your voice carrying through the house. Downstairs Alfie sighed, putting down his paper.

“What love?”

“Come here.” You didn’t ask, but rather demanded and stood in the middle of your shared room when he appeared.

“What?” He asked exasperatedly. The wedding planning was exhausting and stressing you out, which in turn stressed him out. While he couldn’t wait to marry you, he couldn’t wait for it all to be over. He gave you a questioning look.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

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CHOOSE

Dolan Twins X READER

desc: both twins have unresolved feelings for you

photo creds: pinepizzalove

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Your feet slapped against the burning road as you skipped quickly down to the white sand. You took a seat on the bottom stair reaching the sand, and propped your sore feet up. They were scratched and burnt pink from running to the beach barefoot, but it was worth it. You felt the stair shift slightly on your right as somebody took a seat beside you.

“You hurting?” Grayson asked.

You dragged your eyes up to the rolling aqua waves.

“Mm, but it was worth it.”

“Pfft, just so you could beat me here?” Grayson scoffed.

“Exactly,” you smirked, looking over the pearly foam.

“You get used to it eventually,” he replied.

“Well yeah, but unlike you and Ethan, I’m not a jungle child who spent my childhood years climbing trees and, well, running on hot road,” you smiled.

“By the way, where’s E?” you remembered suddenly.

“Oh,” Grayson cleared his throat, “Uh, he’ll be here in a few.”

You sighed and drew patterns in the sand with your toes, “Kay.”

There was a small gathering on the beach that night, which meant new people and social interaction, and you only agreed to come because your two best friends, Ethan and Grayson, would accompany you. People were just starting to light the bonfire as the golden sun began to sink in the sky.

“Come on,” Grayson smiled and stood to move towards the crowd, “Let’s go.”

He brought himself up and blocked out the sun, his outstretched arm coming into view. You took his hand gratefully, and he easily lifted you straight into his arms.

You knocked against his chest from the force, “Oof.”

Grayson’s laugh rippled through his chest, and you could feel the little vibrations through his tee.

“Sorry, (Y/N),” he snorted.

You shook your head with a smile and took his hand as you made your way over to the bonfire.

The amber flames created a halo of warmth, and at once, people swarmed you and delved deep into conversation. You chatted politely, asking more questions than you answered, and holding onto Gray’s hand all the while. Your friendly conversation was interrupted abruptly when people began pulling from the bonfire and racing into the water.

“Why not?” you decided, flinging your clothes onto the sand and trotting towards the sparkling water in your bikini. You stuck your toe into the sea, slightly discouraged by the cold. You winced a little and started running headfirst into the freezing waves, but you’d barely taken a few steps when someone pushed you face-first into the water. You gasped and pulled yourself up, coughing up salt water, and shaking your soppy hair.

“GRAYSON DOLAN,” you spluttered, too shocked to even turn around.

You could hear him chortling delightfully from behind you.

“I. am. never. forgiving. you.”

“Noo, nooo,” Grayson winged, wrapping his arms snugly around you from behind. You tried to shake him off but his grip on you was too strong.

You blinked a few times, squinting from the sunlight, “You think you’re so funny.”

Grayson rested his cheek against yours, “Yeah actually, I do,” he grinned happily into your skin.

You wriggled and squirmed until you’d free yourself, and spun around to face Gray. His bronze skin glowed in the sun, his rippled chest covered in crystal water droplets, his smile irresistible.

“Ethan,” you stated.

“Um, wrong twin?” Grayson said, taken aback.

“No,” you smiled, “Ethan’s here!”

Grayson spun around, looking out to his brother. Ethan walked down the sand, his jaw set in annoyance. He looked at you, taking in a breath before signaling his head towards Grayson.

“Be right back,” Grayson said quietly and heading back.

You raised an eyebrow at Ethan, who flashed you a cheeky smile before promptly stripping down.

Ok, that didn’t answer any questions.

Grayson emerged from the water, and began speaking to his brother. Ethan said something while gesturing towards you, but noticing you were looking, turned away. Grayson shook his head and restlessly ran a hand through his hair. Ethan shoved Grayson and raised his voice, so you caught a few of his words.

“You know how I feel about her.”

Grayson turned to you, making eye contact, but you turned and pretended not to notice.

They went on like that for a few minutes before both joining you in the ocean.

“You guys okay?” you asked.

Ethan flanked your left side, Grayson your right, closing you between their warm bodies.

“Nothing,” Ethan sighed, “Grayson and I just seemed to have a disagreement . You see he conveniently forgot to invite me her-”

“Bro, you can stop,” Grayson warned, his voice low.

“Oookay,” Ethan flashed his brother a fake smile.

“Hey,” you said, looking between the both of them, “let’s just forget about it for now, kay?”

“Alright,” Ethan said, squeezing himself a little closer to you as he said it.

You headed towards a flat sandbar, where everyone was huddling. The group was going to have a chicken fight in the sea.

“Another pair?” Somebody asked.

“W-I’ll go” you volunteered shyly whilst tucking your stray hairs behind your ear.

“Great! Who do you want to go with!?”

“Me,” two voiced answered confidently in sync.

Grayson and Ethan stood behind you, both looking kindly upon you.

“I-I don’t want to pick,” you whispered nervously, flicking your eyes restlessly over them both.

“I’ll make it easy for you then,” E grinned cheekily and stepped forward, taking your palm gently between his.

You gave him a nod, reassured that you weren’t going in this with a stranger.

The game was simple, one person would sit on the other’s shoulders and be faced against another pair of people. The team to first knock down the opposing pair would win.

“I’ll hold you,” Ethan offered, crouching down.

You didn’t protest, since he was way stronger than you.

Ethan bent down, his sun kissed skin warm against your hands. Now you just had to…wrap your legs around his head.

“Um-okay-I’ll- just-” you gulped nervously.

Ethan’s satisfied smile flashed in the sun, but a small boost was all it took to get you up. You rested comfortably on his shoulders, reassured by his hands firmly securing you.

He gave your legs a small squeeze and blinked up at you, one eye closed from the sun, “Everything good up there?”

You gave him a little nod, “Ready.”

The countdown began.

Three.

“Hey (Y/N),” Ethan muttered, barely audibly.

Two.

“Yeah?”

One.

“Will you come on a date with me?”

Go.

The other pair charged at you, and in the confusion you threw out your arms and gave the girl on the other boy’s shoulder a rough push. The boy supporting her wobbled dangerously before shoving Ethan, who hardly blinked at his weak attack. The blue sea and sky whirred around you in the dizzy confusion, so you didn’t remember much from there. The girl shoved you, you shoved harder. The boy shoved Ethan, Ethan shoved harder. The girl gave out a high pitched yelp as you grabbed her arms and peeled her right off the boy’s shoulders. The crash of waves erupted as two bodies hit the water.

“We did it!” Ethan chortled, his big hazel eyes crinkling as he met your gaze.

“Yes,” you whispered suddenly, in answer to his question.

Ethan tilted his head to the left in wonder, looking you over mischievously before throwing you into the water.

You crashed into the waves, the salt water refreshing as it greeted your skin. You bounced up above the waves, rubbing the water out of your eyes, your vision blurry.

“I can’t see-” you said, wiping your face.

Someone approached you, their two arms sliding gently around your waist and pulling you into their rippled chest. They smelt like the fresh ocean, their dark hair tousled, a big smile visible even through your blurry vision.

You blinked once more, “Ethan.”

Ethan smiled and pushed your wet hair affectionately from your eyes. He squeezed your hips lightly, “Yes? You’ll go on a date wi-”

“Yes,” you laughed out before he could finish.

He smiled with more joy than you had ever seen him muster before.

The last rays of sun sent pink and orange flares across his skin, the cold water lapping around your sides, the noise of the crowd drowned out. Two of Ethan’s fingers crawled under your chin, lifting your face up. He bent down against you, his head tilting, his full lips inviting you in.

“I think I’m going to leave,” somebody said, snapping you from your trance.

“Gray,” you said, blinking out of your daze.

He coughed and gave you a nod, but his eyes were only on Ethan.

“Bye,” he stated softly, before abruptly turning to leave.

“N-” wait,” you called, detaching yourself from Ethan and struggling against the waves as you tried to keep up with Grayson. He pulled ahead of you, ignoring your calls to him. Once you reached the sand, you sped up, your toes sinking in the sand as you made a grab for Grayson’s wrist.

“Grayson,” you panted, “stop.”

“You know, it’s really weird, because I just started feeling really sick to my stomach all of a sudden,” he growled at Ethan, who came in close behind you.

You turned to Ethan, a brow raised.

“Alright, you guys are keeping something from me, so, own up,” you commanded, sick of the charade.

“Grayson,” you said sternly to get his attention.

He looked down on you, his chestnut eyes softening, “It’s complicated.”

“Try me.”

Ethan grabbed your arm and pushed in front of you, holding you close behind his back.

“Actually we’re fine, so maybe you should leave,” he challenged under his breath.

“Ethan,” you hissed, shocked by his hostility. “You know what, if you guys are going to act like children around each other than it’s impossible for me to be with you both at once.”

“Fair enough,” Ethan snarled, “bye bye, Grayson.”

You dug your nails into Ethan’s skin, causing him to finally face you.

“Grayson has done nothing wrong, so drop it,” you warned.

Ethan’s nostrils flared, his eyes flicking up to his brother and back to you. “Fine, you have half an hour,” he said.

And then he was gone.

“Sorry,” Gray sighed a moment later.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Okay.”

You knew better than to pressure someone into information that was private to them, so you left it at that. The navy sky blinked alive with stars, the wind rolling over your damp skin.

“Let’s go to the bonfire before I freeze to death,” you chattered.

You plopped down on a patch of sand in front of the fire, turning your palms near the light of the flames. Goosebumps sprang to life on your skin, a chill settling over you.

“Here,” Grayson said, pulling a purple hoodie from his bag.

“Thank you,” you said gratefully, sliding the woolen fabric over your head. The sleeves dangled past your hands, the hoodie reaching your legs, you felt like you’d been stuffed into an oversized blanket. You brought your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around your legs, breathing in the whiffs of Grayson’s cologne.

“Better?” he asked with concern,

“Much,” you smiled and rested your head against his shoulder.

Grayson slinked an arm around you, pulling you into his bare chest while he used his free hand to grab the bag of marshmallows propped up on the sand. Only a few minutes passed, but in that time you’d quickly dozed off in his arms. You listened to the sounds of the crackling fire, excited when you smelt-

“Marshmallows,” you said, sitting up at once.

“Seriously? That’s what wakes you up?” Gray laughed at you.

“Are you gonna laugh at me or give me food?” you challenged.

“Here,” G said, handing you a burnt and gooey marshmallow on a stick.

“Thanks,” you smiled and ate it in one bite, the warmth and taste making you feel at ease.

“Missed some,” Grayson smiled down at you, quickly using his thumb to sweep at the corner of your mouth.

“Sorry,” you blushed, licking your lips over.

Gray stuck his finger in his mouth to get the marshmallow off.

“Oh, no, Grayson,” you stuck your tongue out, “ew.”

He only smirked and shrugged in response.

Grayson’s eyes flickered over your face for a second, “We have a few minutes left, walk with me?”

“Sure,” you smiled and jumped up.

Grayson and you headed down the beach until the noise of the bonfire chatter was lost to the night. His hand dangled by his side, your hand by yours, but he didn’t take it, he only let his knuckles brush lightly against yours. You felt snug in his big hoodie, safe from the cold.

“I heard what Ethan asked you today,” Grayson said out of nowhere.

“Oh,” you coughed, “Did you also catch my answer?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

This was awkward,

“Looks like my bro finally asked you.”

“Finally?”

“Did you not know he’d been in love with you for months?”

You shook your head, your cheeks warming.

Grayson stopped walking and turned to face you, pain written across his face.

“But I’ve been in love with you longer.”

Everything stopped. Your feet. Your heart. Your breathing.

“I know it makes me a horrible person for telling you the way I feel, but I can’t lie to you anymore. And I’m not guilty for wanting what I want, because if I’m going to be guilty about anything, it’s this.”

Suddenly you were in his arms, his hand cupping your face, his lips brushing like a whisper against yours. He kissed you softly, gently, with adoration, and for a second, you kissed him back. And then he was gone, and the silence was shattered.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING,” Ethan screamed as he shoved Grayson off you.

You stood in shock, coming back to your senses.

Grayson gave his brother a shove back, “what I should’ve done a long time ago.”

Ethan’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark as he threw a punch a Grayson, who merely dodged his fist.

“I love her.”

“I loved her first.”

You couldn’t move.

Ethan grabbed his brother’s arm and pulled forward, both boy’s chest’s heaving as they glared each other down.

“You knew I was going to ask her today, so your idea was to steal her away and do it first?” Ethan snarled.

Grayson didn’t respond.

“Admit it,” Ethan hissed.

Grayson stood his ground.

“But that wasn’t enough for you, was it? So you had to kiss her,” Ethan breathed with rage.

“SHUT UP,” Grayson burst out, pushing his brother.

And in that second where there was a space between them, you jumped in the middle of the two boys.

“STOP IT,” you screamed, your eyes watering.

Ethan and Grayson ignored you, advancing on each other. You stuck your hands out, sandwiched between them as you forced them apart.

“Look what you’re doing to each other,” you sobbed, glancing from one boy to the other.

And with that you collapsed onto the ground and started crying.

There was a second of absolute stillness, and then you felt two sets of hands on your shoulders. They held you lightly before guiding you back to your feet. You wiped your eyes and took in a deep breath as you faced Ethan and Grayson. Ethan gulped nervously, his eyes sad as he swiped away a tear from your cheek. He bent over you, dropping a single fleeting kiss to your forehead.

“It’s not going to have be like this, is it?” you whispered, your voice cracking.

Ethan shook his head, meeting Grayson’s eyes and giving him a nod of understandment.

“I’m so sorry baby, but I can’t do this anymore,” he mumbled, his eyes brimming with tears, “not like this.”

He ran his palm gently down your cheek before dropping it down to his side and taking a step back. The moon set a white light over both boys, their bodies still as stone, their eyes glowing. The silence rang in your ears, the silhouette of two perfect brothers casting shadows on the ground.

“You have to chose.”

Thirteen

Summary: Arat reminds you that you are hers.

Pairing: Arat x Reader, Arat x You

Word Count: 2,721

Type: One shot

Warnings: Smut, slight BDMS ??, overstimulation, swearing

Rating: NSFW

Notes: THAT GAY SHIT BRUH! Here’s some nice gay arat smut for you, please request more arat bc she is the literal loml. Anyways hope you enjoy this mess!

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Arat stood at the foot of your bed, hands on her waist and a frown resting on her untamed eyebrows. Her tawny skin was glistening with sweat and her gun was resting in the waistband of her jeans, making her seem more badass than usual. She looked pissed, but sexy. Which is how it always was.

“I can’t fucking believe you told Negan we would have a threesome with him! What the hell?!” She growls.

Your groggy eyes open a little wider at her words, trying to rack through your memories on when you had uttered those words to the boss. The pounding in your head got worse as you recalled the drunken encounter from last night. You and Negan were having some weird deep and meaningful moment about how he wasn’t sure any of his wives actually wanted to be with him and you mentioned that yourself and your girlfriend Arat would so totally be down for a threesome with the man himself – in retrospect that probably was a dumb thing to say, as you had never actually had that conversation with Arat. But, Negan was upset and you just wanted to make him feel a little better. You never thought he would remember you saying it, let alone confront your girlfriend about the conversation.

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Prompt: “I no longer want to hide us.” & “I just wanna be yours.” & “Are you mine?”

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Victor Zsasz x reader

By Anonymous & @socktrollqueen

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[word count: 1,040]

[Y/N: Your Name]
[Y/C/N: Your Crush Name]

[request: can you do one where you are at your crushes house but you’re upset because you’ve fallen out with your friends and exams are stressing you out but your crush helps you to calm down and he tells you how much you mean to him and omg feels 💕💕💕💕]

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You looked down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers. You couldn’t help but let negative thoughts cloud your mind. You were at Y/C/N’s house, hoping to find a distraction. Unfortunately, you couldn’t. Things have been so difficult lately; between your friends constantly bailing on you and the stress of exams at school, it was rare of you to think straight. Nothing seemed to be going right.

You laid back on Y/C/N’s bed, your hair pooling around your head. Covering your face with your hands, you sighed softly. You couldn’t help but think about your current situation. Before you knew it, tears were welling up in your eyes. You tried to stop it, not wanting Y/C/N to come back upstairs and catch you crying. But once the first tear rolled down your face, there was no stopping it. Small sobs quickly followed your many tears. You couldn’t help but cry, you were so overwhelmed with everything and you didn’t know what else to do.

A few moments later the door creaked open, Y/C/N behind it.

“Hey, I brought back some s - woah, what’s wrong?” He quickly placed down what he was holding and rushed over to his bed. You turned away from him, ashamed and embarrassed to be crying in front of him.

Y/C/N grabbed your hands, pulling them from your face and lifting you up into a sitting position. You looked towards the floor, not wanting to make eye contact.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” he spoke, grabbing your chin lightly and turning your head towards his. He reached his hand out, wiping the tears under your eyes away. You could feel a faint blush rising on your cheeks.

“Why are you crying?” Y/C/N asked, a look of concern on his face. “You’re to pretty to cry, please don’t cry.”

You looked at him in surprise, your face heating up even more. You were caught off guard, not expecting him to say that.

“It’s nothing, I’m sorry,” you chuckled humorlessly, wiping under your eyes as more tears continued to fall.

“Don’t lie to me, here,” he began, leaning back on the head board of his bed, “Come here.”

He reached out for you, his arms out in front of him. You looked at Y/C/N hesitantly before crawling over to him. He put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. Every so often his thumb would brush against your skin in a comforting way.

Y/C/N waited a few moments before speaking, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You rested your head on his shoulder, sighing. “Not right now..” You trailed off. You had finally calmed down, talking about it would only make you upset again.

Y/C/N hesitated before speaking, “You know you can talk to me about anything, right? You don’t have to be afraid to open up to me, Y/N…I care about you, a lot. I hate seeing you upset.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. You smiled, looking up at him. No one had ever said anything like that to you before, and it made you feel a thousand times better knowing that you had somebody to talk to.

“Thank you so much, Y/C/N. That means a lot to me, really.” You nuzzled your head father into him, and he squeezed your shoulder in response.

You both sat in a comfortable silence for a long moment, enjoying each other’s company. As you leaned further into his chest, you felt your eyes begin to drop. Y/C/N quickly noticed.

“Hey, are you tired?” He spoke softly, looking at the clock on his bedroom wall to check the time, “It’s pretty late, you should probably stay the night.”

You were not as tired now, picking your head up off Y/C/N’s shoulder, “Are you sure? I don’t have to, I wouldn’t want to be bother.” He looked down at you, chuckling softly.

“Yes, I’m sure. Hold on, I’ll get you something to sleep in.” He rose from his place on the bed, waking across the room and digging some clothes out of his closet. He turned around, handing you the clothes, which happened to be one of his hoodies and a pair of his boxers. Your face flushed at the thought of wearing his clothes.

“You can change in here, I’ll wait outside.” Y/C/N smiled at you before leaving the room.
You smiled to yourself, giggling softly. You didn’t waste any time changing into his clothes, not wanting to make him wait. They were slightly big on you but extremely comfortable.

Once Y/C/N returned to the room, he began to strip out of his clothes. Your face reddened when he took of his shirt, leaving him in just a pair of sweatpants. You tried your hardest not to stare at his toned chest.

Y/C/N immediately noticed, smirking at you, “Are you okay with sleeping in the same bed as me? I can take the couch if it makes you more comfortable.” He looked up at you, waiting for your response.

“No, you don’t have to do that, it’s okay.” You smiled slightly. Y/C/N walked over to the bed, pulling back the covers and sliding under. When he was finally comfortable, he noticed you still hadn’t moved.

“Come here,” he laughed, smiling at you. You walked over to the opposite side of the bed, slowly getting under the covers. You couldn’t help but be a bit nervous to be sleeping in the same bed as Y/C/N, and the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt didn’t help.

He looked over at you, moving his hand to your waist and pulling your bodies closer together. Your palms rested on his chest, your head soon following. Reaching over you, Y/C/N turned off the lamp, sending the room in complete darkness. One of his hands reached up to play with your hair, pushing the loose strands away from your face.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered, and that was the last thing you heard before you fell into a deep sleep.

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Zach Werenski #6

Anonymous said: Hey! Could u write a zach werenski imagine where you two watch a scary movie , and if ur comfortable, end with then making out/smut? Thanks :)

A/N: fyi i have no idea how this movie goes, i myself hate horror movies and refuse to watch them. so just pretend like i know that i’m talking about :) hope you liked it!!! also sorry if my smut is either a) shit or b) too much lol

Word Count: 1,560

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It was pretty understandable that Zach didn’t want to go out anywhere after such a long day at practice. And honestly, you were more than okay with it, seeing that you could now throw on one of his hoodies and snuggle up in his bed. You preferred that over going out most days, actually. 

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Chapter 1: Prison break (part 1/8)

AU: Takes place after age of Ultron before civil war in an alternate Universe where they were able to get Pietro to a hospital in time revive him. He was dead for a few minutes meaning Wanda still felt the death and reacted as she did killing Ultron before they knew Pietro would live. I brought Spiderman in a little early for fun too. I’m taking a lot of liberties with the cinematic timeline, but I just like using all the characters.

Parts  two / three / four / five / six / seveneight

 Warning: violence, death, language, dark humor as a coping mechanism

You had been kept in solitary for the past two year because you were a threat in gen. pop and they had to contain your abilities the best they could. This was difficult since no one was sure the extent of you’re “skills.” The one perk to solitary was it had given you plenty of time to begin acting like the monster they thought you were. So as you sat at the table waiting for the cowards behind the one-way mirror to enter every muscle in your body shifted tensely on alert. The guards described your gaze as predatory. Even though you had not once not obeyed an order or made a move toward them, it was evident in their minds they were defenseless if you decided to. You hadn’t had a visitor so it did make your day mildly interesting, but you suspected it might be someone from HYDRA attempting to contact you. The idea of HYDRA just made this inconvenient. You were no fool. You were afraid of them. In this facility however, in this Podunk town, SHIELD knew exactly where you were. They had provided your cell. No way HYDRA attempted to steal one of SHEILD’s “monster in a snow globe” without the hope you would cooperate. You would never give them that hope. You were much scarier inside that snow globe anyway. What if it wasn’t HYDRA though? Who would have clearance to see you? Maybe-

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Bad Meets Evil ~ Pt. 2

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: reader x Void Stiles

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 2487

A/N: This is the last part guys! It needs to end here. God this was hard to write. My Void feels are off the damn charts right now. I don’t need a cold shower, I need an ice bath! 

WARNINGS: Same as the first one, this one has some physical violence in it as well. Abuse, murder, blood. DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE

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Thanks to @v0idstilinski for these glorious Void gifs, you my dear are the best!



“What the fuck is wrong with you? I told you to wait until they were all there before you made a move! You fucked everything up!” Stiles slams the door, berating me for jumping the gun on the plan to get the scroll away from Scott.

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Rose (Joker x reader) 3

Pairing: Joker x reader

Storyline:  You are a young student, respected and admired by your family members. One night, you attend your father’s banquet for his business, when the gangster king himself catches you snooping around in places where you don’t belong.

Chapter 3

The next couple of days you spent flipping the card between your fingers and studying it. You were a fool not to realize whom he was whilst standing face to face with him. There was nothing more you wanted than to get your necklace back but by now, a part of you had given up. How would you get it? You had no idea where he lived, how to reach him, where he hung out with his killer machine pals. Of course, you had heard about him. Everyone knew. He just very rarely made an appearance in public and only a few had ever seen him without his clown mask. You were one of these people.

‘’Y/N? Dinner!’’ your father shouted from the hallway. You jumped at the real world calling you out from your deep thoughts. ‘’Down in a minute.’’ You mumble-shouted back and stretched your feet. I’ll keep this as a souvenir. His words had lingered in your brain since that day one week ago. A part of you wanted to see him again, though you had no idea why. What could he possibly have to offer that could be of your need? A slap to the face? Bullet to the brain, countless torture and misery? Yup, sounds peachy.

Remembering what people had told you about how manipulative and charismatic he was, you shuddered. Apparently, he could get under your skin after one meeting and have you crawling on the floor, praising him like a disciple. You stubbed your way to the dinner table where your parents sat waiting, and took a seat. ‘’Sweetie, is everything okay? You’ve been so quiet since what happened.’’ Your mother said worriedly as she stroked your shoulder with her soft palm. You dragged your fork back and forth on the white porcelain plate and sighed. ‘’Uhm, I’m fine, I guess I’m just tired and still a little bit freaked out about the robbery.’’ You said softly as you forced a smile in your mother’s direction.

‘’You’ll get through this. He’s gone, now. And he won’t be able to hurt you, ever again.’’ Your father said sternly but also compassionately as he weakly smiled. The room went silent as you played with your spaghetti and profoundly refused to put it inside your mouth. After five minutes of actual comfortable silence, your mother broke it. ‘’A letter came for you, by the way. I put it on the counter.’’ Your head shot up and you got up and grabbed the white letter. Your parents leaned their heads over the table in curiosity, but quickly sat back down when you threw them a glare.

You were about to tear it open when your eyes glued themselves to a symbol in the up right corner. Squinting, you tried to remember where you’d seen it before. Then, your jaw tightened. ‘’Honey, are you all right? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost’’ your mother giggled as she devoured a huge spoon of spaghetti, the corners of her mouth marked with red tomato sauce.  

‘’It’s nothing, sorry, I just caught a stare.’’ You replied as you put the letter down, next to your plate. ‘’Aren’t you going to open it?’’ your father asked, sipping on his beer glass. Your eyes shot up to meet his and you smirked. ‘’Well, someone’s nosy.’’ You sing-songed at him. ‘’It’s just commercial for this magazine I read. Nothing interesting.’’ You said.

Once everyone had finished their meal, you were quick to excuse yourself as you ran upstairs and jumped into your bed. Grabbing the joker card in your top drawer, you turned it and studied the little symbol on the back. Shit. You were right. It was the same symbol as the one on the envelope.

Whatever relaxation or relief your parents supporting words had provided you with, had now quickly been washed away like a tidal wave. He’d found you, and now, he’d sent you a letter. A faint glimmer of hope that it was an apology letter with your neckless attached with a piece of tape to it crossed your mind for a second but the reasonable part of your brain quickly dismissed it. I mean, he is the Joker. No way he would just peacefully return something he stole.

Tapping your fingers on your pillowcase, you eventually found the courage to open the letter, praying that it didn’t contain a miniature bomb or deadly gas. It was a simple, folded, white paper letter. You took a deep breath and unfolded it as your eyes scanned the handwritten letters.

Dear Y/N

I’m assuming you miss your pretty little necklace.

You see, I can’t seem to get you out of my head little kitten

You will not tell mommy and daddy or the police anything

I trust you not to be so foolish

Grove Park, midnight

J.

Looking down at the letter in your hands, you read it over and over again. You couldn’t believe this. Was this some kind of love declaration? From him? The most notorious murderous psychopathic monster in Gotham? You decided not to play the part of the silly little lamb and fall for his bullshit. A man like him couldn’t love. He was only saying this to lure you to him. He had to be. Manipulating you by using every little girls’s wet dream of a prince charming who will do anything to save them from their tower of doom.

You looked at your alarm clock on your bedroom drawer. 10:42 PM. Wait, when did he send this letter? You ran downstairs to find your parents watching TV in their leather chairs. ‘’Hey, mom, that letter, uhm, did it arrive this morning?’’ you asked as you tried your best to make it sound like the letter wasn’t of that much significance. 

The last thing you wanted was them feeling snoopy. ‘’It was in the mail box when I got home from work today. Why? I thought you said it was just commercial?’’ your mother asked puzzled and turned her head around. You turned on your heel and sprinted back upstairs. ‘’It is!’’ you shouted as you disappeared around the corner.

Slamming the door to your room, you paced back and forth. Why the hell is he doing this? What could he possibly want from me? You cross-checked every idea that could seem even the faintest bit reasonable. Kidnap you for ransom, steal even more from you, just plain fuck with you and scare the living shit out of you, kill you to send a message to your happy-go-lucky businessman father? Nothing. This wasn’t reasonable.

Even though he told you not to involve the police, you considered it. I mean, who wouldn’t? This was as far from safe as you could get it. But he was right. It would be foolish of you to contact the police. They hadn’t been able to stop him yet, who’s to say they’re gonna stop him now just because you’re involved?

After an hour of thinking, you concluded with him probably brining the neckless, offering it to you, in exchange for something. What that something was however, you had no idea. Money? Not unlikely. Sex? No way. You figured making him wait probably wasn’t the best idea, so you hurried downstairs and put your shoes on. 

Your parents had gone to bed thirty minutes ago and were probably sound asleep by now. Grove Park was just a ten-minute walk from your house. You always used to go there as a child and play in the swings. Unfortunately, it seemed like your happy memories with this place was about to be shattered by a psychopath.

The streets were silent. It was weird but in a very beautiful way. You loved it when it was like this. The only sound in the entire neighborhood was the sound of your shoes clicking on the pavement. In a way, it felt like you had the entire world to yourself. When you could see Grove around the corner, you felt your heartbeat increase rapidly. You had to be strong. There was no way this clown was gonna slither his way into your head and break you.

You were so focused on pep talking yourself that you didn’t realize that you now stood in the center of the park. It was chilly outside and you hadn’t brought a jacket. Standing in the middle of the park like this with all the street lights glaring at you, made you feel extremely vulnerable, so you walked over to the swing-set and jumped on. 

Maybe he changed his mind. Grabbing your phone from your pocket, you checked the time. 11:57 PM. Shit. A man who has pulled off what he has and gotten away with it was most likely punctual.

Debating over how these might be the last three minutes of your life; you kicked your feet off the ground and let your body swing. It felt nice. You got that same knot of excitement in your stomach like you did when you were little. You kept letting your body swing back and forth, shutting your eyes and smiling as you let your body fly.

Your little nostalgic moment of bliss was unfortunately short-lived. After the quickest three minutes of your life, a whistling sound made you open your eyes and turn your head to the side. You relaxed your body and the swing gradually lost speed. 

The whistling started coming closer and closer as you felt your heart churn in fear. This was it. He was whistling a song, but you hadn’t heard it before. When the whistle got oven closer, you heard footsteps interfere with the beautiful sound and you now realized that he was behind you.

However, you didn’t have the gut to turn your head. All of a sudden the whistling stopped and you felt a presence behind you. Your breathing was heavy and you kept your eyes glued to a lamppost in front of you. ‘’Kitten.’’ A growl in your ear made you jump in your seat. Two, gloved hands found your shoulders and gently massaged them. 

Strangely, it felt a little relaxing. ‘’Do you have any idea how happy it makes me to see my little kitten obey me?’’ he purred in your ear as he squeezed your shoulders. You winced. ‘’Do you have my neckless?’’ you tried to sound as stern as you could but it came out like a cracked whimper. The Joker chuckled as he slithered around you like a dangerous snake before its kill.

‘’Of course I do. I am a man of my words. You’ll learn to know that.’’ He said as he pulled the silver neckless out of his pocket. Seeing him again, his deranged face, his wicked smile and the smell of him. God, you had almost forgotten the smell. No matter how much you hated to admit it, he smelled good. Dangling your family heirloom in front of your wide eyes, he bit his jaw. ‘’You know, gold really would go better with your complexion.’’ His face was dead serious and you tried to remain as relaxed as you could. ‘’So, can I have it back?’’ You wanted it to sound like a demand but it came out like a pathetic question.

 The Joker chuckled to himself as he brought one hand to your pink cheek. ‘’We both know that I’m not going to give you your precious little neckless back, unless you do something in return. Surely, your pretty little brain thought that one out.’’ He caressed your cheek with his hand. You weren’t sure how to respond to him, so you just nodded carefully. 

This made a satisfied smile form on his face. ‘’Good girl. Now, you see, ever since that little meeting of ours last week, you’ve been the only thing on my mind.’’ Uh-oh. This was the mind games. ‘’What do you mean?’’ you asked him shyly. It annoyed you how weak your voice had sounded the entire conversation. Something about him, made you feel like the weak seven-year-old girl you once were.

‘’I want you.’’ This made your lips part with a glossy pop as you looked at his dark eyes. It didn’t go unnoticed by Mister J as he suddenly grabbed your chin and put his mouth to your ear. ‘’I knew there something about you, when I first touched your skin. 

Your little baby face has been haunting me for days. Like a cute little kitten needing to be taken care of.’’ You couldn’t deny it, his low growl in your ear sent shivers down your spine and you couldn’t help but feel a little bit wet at his words. No, what the hell? This is wrong, so so wrong, what the hell is wrong with you body? You inwardly cursed yourself. Feeling your body react to his words, the joker smiled and pulled you off the swing by using the grip he had on your neck. ‘’Come with me.’’ He tried to make it sound like a question, but it came out like a hoarse demand.

This was absolute craziness. ‘’I-I can’t.’’ you stuttered. ‘’I have school tomorrow, and uh-‘’ your pathetic defense was cut short by a chilling maniacal laughter. ‘’Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.’’ Mister J circled you and stopped once he stood behind you. ‘’I asked nicely, but since you’re so insistent on being a bad little girl it seems like I have to take what is mine.’’ Your face bore a confused look but before you could turn around, you felt a cold soggy cloth pressing against your mouth. The skin around your mouth was stinging as you winced and took a panicked breath which caused everything around you to go black.

anonymous asked:

Could you do a sirius blurb where he and y/n are newly dating and it's Halloween season and they watch a scary movie and she gets all scared and starts cuddling Closer and covering her eyes and he's just amused and is like "you scared sweetheart?"

This is such a sweet request but this is shit so I apologise in advance for that and because we don’t celebrate Halloween in my country and this goes as far as my knowledge does.

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Halloween had everything to be great. It was in the short beginning of Autumn and was probably one of the most festive seasons at Hogwarts, the halls were magically decorated with pumpkins and the school was under spells that guaranteed spooky sounds would come out of dark empty corridors, doors would stump closed and mischievous creepy laughter would echo along the freezing wind.

Everyone thought it was hilarious and seemed to be enchanted by the couple of days in which those hypocritical muggles celebrated witches and wizards for once. The leafs were slowly morphing into a brownish orange shade, and one by one, disconnecting themselves fully from the branches and falling to the ground. The so loved warmth was being suddenly changed into a colder, chilly, atmosphere. Sure, it would all be very adventurous and fun if it wasn’t for the fact you were an easily scared person.

It was not as if you had chosen to be that way or as if you could stop it, you couldn’t help it - your hands instantly became sweaty and your body turned dull and icy as your spine shivered along your back. Halloween seemed to be nice, but the scary stuff just wasn’t for you. Nevertheless, your hands immediately became slippery in your boyfriend’s hand, as you walked towards the common room after an extremely tiring school day, when he mentioned with a certain indifference the boys and himself would watch a scary movie to celebrate Halloween that night and he wanted you to tag along so it’d be less boring. He wasn’t a fan of horror movies too - but for an entirely different reason than yours.

Your head, that was softly resting on his arm as you walked alongside Sirius, was harshly lifted up as the little nervousness feeling in the pit of your stomach started creeping in. You didn’t want Sirius to know you were so easily scared, you were just newly dating and the last thing you wanted was your own boyfriend making fun of your stupid bloody fears.

“Y'hands are sweaty, love. You alright there?” He pondered in concern, but you only nodded in response and tried to give him a smile, telling him you’d love to tag along. He didn’t seem to have bought it, but stayed silent on the matter for the moment.

You sat on the couch and watched the boys set up the movie and place all the candies they’d gathered during supper in a glass table in front of the couch. You tightened your fingers in the fabric of the sofa and looked down on your knees as you waited for the nightmare to begin. There was no way out now, all you had to do was keep your jumps and whines to yourself and pray to Merlin that Sirius wouldn’t notice just how bloody scared you were.

However, that seemed to be impossible to work out as soon as Sirius sat next to you and pulled you to sit in between his legs, your body pressed against his warm chest. It was much harder to hide your trembles and small jumps when your body was so close to his, meaning every move you made, he’d feel it.

But everything seemed to be just fine, the movie continued and the scary parts seemed to be very predictable, allowing you to prepare yourself and not scream in despair. That was it until, of course, the plot twisted completely and it started taking a darker turn - the heavy music in the background didn’t help you at all - and everything became just too unbearable, the screams and all the fake crimson blood that leaked through the actors’ clothes left you at an alarming state, and as expected, your heart begun palpitating and your mouth became dry. You fingertips trembled violently and you found it hard to breath, you shifted uncomfortably and attempted holding you tears, but it all became too much and soon you found yourself turned to Sirius’ chest and completely cuddled yourself onto his body, tangled on him, face hidden in the comfortable crook of his neck, eyes shut harshly.

Sirius was startled at your swift change of position and sudden realisation the movie had left you terrified, but nonetheless, wrapped his arms tighter around you - thinking you were just too precious for this world, but at the same time, feeling guilty for dragging you with him and not realising your sweaty hands had a motive. Sirius almost instantly started soothing you and calming you down, prepping your head with small kisses.

“You scared, sweetheart?” He questioned concerned in a whisper, pressing a quick kiss to your head, hands rubbing up and down your back delicately, tracing figures and random words. All that you managed to do, though, was to push yourself even closer to his body in hope you could just crawl under his skin and stay there hidden forever. You waited for his laughs and mocks to begin but they never arrived.

“Yes, are you gonna laugh at me now?” You asked in a small voice, lifting your head from his very warm and odoriferous neck and looking at him in the eyes, the scent of some expensive cologne now lingering on you.

“Laugh at you? For having fears? You really think that low of me, baby? You’re m'sweet girl, I know I’m a bit of a wanker but I’d never.” He smirked before brushing his soft lips against yours, giving you a sweet yet playful kiss, breathing you like air. “Y'don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to, love, just lay on me again. I’m here with you, the monsters can’t get you.” He added smiling, lightly tickling your sides, trying to distract you.

And you smiled at how well he had handled the entire situation and how sweet he actually was, you mumbled a ‘thank you, pads’ against his chest as you once again snuggled on him, knowing too well you wouldn’t dare to watch the rest of the movie, but feeling a lot more safer and relaxed now in his arms.

Not So One Sided

Originally posted by imagine-warlock

Request 1: Could I request a Dean x reader based off of the song Hallelujah by Pentatonix? 

Request 2: Hey, I was wondering if you could do a Dean x reader that’s sorta angsty that ends fluffy. Like they are friends with benefits but she breaks that whole thing off since she broke the main rule of “no feelings” but like it ends all fluffy (maybe smuttily)

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,200ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: Combined these two requests since they felt like they went together so well…


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Warnings: A spoonful of fluff mixed with a pinch of smut.
A/N: I’ve never really written a lot of smut, but I wanted to try it out and see if it worked out…. you be the judge of that ;)


After a hunt, you always showered before going to bed. It was your routine and you never broke it, sometimes Dean would join you, sometimes he’d eat first. But on some evenings, he took a shower before you and would wait in bed for you to join him. And on those occasions, you liked to use his shampoo with your vanilla body wash. You knew he loved that combination and even though you both were tired, you knew what would happen once Dean smelled it.

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jimin; home with you

❝it’s home when jimin’s around
►587 words // mini scenario
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The door opens, a sigh is heard, the door is closed once more.

The television switches off, the remote is left on the table, the sofa is now vacant.

He spread his arms open, he loses the grip of his bag and he lets go of reality when you’re in his arms. He encloses them around you, keeping you near and it’s not like you would’ve chosen to leave if he hadn’t in the first place. He plants a kiss in your hair, he murmurs something about it smelling nice and he wants to smell like it too and you tell him the bathroom is always where it is—he’s welcomed here anytime. He sighs and his voice nearly cracks from it, you’re stroking through his hair and you ask him if practice was okay or not. He nods and tells you it’s beating him down, he’s feeling tired but it all doesn’t matter when he’s here with you.

You’re whispering that it’s pitiful and he shakes his head, leans away and captures your lips into a kiss. Your hands are framing his cheeks delicately, his tongue is mingling with yours gently and you smile when he does. Your cheeks are slowly coloring with the familiar shade of pink he thinks suit your cheeks better than blush, you see that he grins so wide that his eyes are disappeared, replace with mini-like crescents that glow brighter than the moon and he’s making your stomach churn when he holds your hand and drags you down the hall, to the right, into the room the both of you are familiar with.

He makes you sit down on the bed, he gets rid of his clothes and he tells you to wait for him, he’ll be back in fifteen minutes.

You shake your head and tell him to take his time—he says no, time with you is precious and he rushes into the bathroom, getting ready to get cleaned and you find that during the time he’s scrubbing away, it couldn’t hurt to read a book.

He opens the door, the scent of lavender invades the area and he grins when he sees you comfortable in the blankets, curled up and all tucked in, a book in your hands and those little creases appear on your forehead whenever you’re focused. He flicks the bathroom light off, he rubs his feet onto the small mat before he steps onto the floor and he wonders when you’re about to look up. He waits for a few seconds but then gives up and decides that crawling into your warmth would be much better.

He slips himself under the blanket, he rolls closer towards you and he takes this chance to bury his face in your stomach, both arms snaking below and above you to hug you tight. You peek from your book to see him do so, a grin on your face and he mumbles against your skin, “Give me your attention please,”

“You already do,” You say, and he sighs, “Then put the book away,”

When you do, he rolls you over and switches off the lights in the process before his happy smile is all you see despite the circles under his eyes, weighing him down and everything else that compiles together to make him tired—but his lips are saying otherwise when he says he’s happy to be home, safe and comfortable in your arms and you can only say the same for him.

It’s home when Jimin’s around.

Life with Dean pt2

This is a follow on from the first ever fic I posted!
(Have a read here)
I think I have another 3 coming?! Enjoy xx

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Pairing: Dean x Reader (ish)
Warning: fluff, another birth…
Summary: We left off with Pip just giving birth, Dean was there, all comforting like. We pick up eight months on… and it goes from there. Just read it!

Originally posted by dark-dagger

I woke up to her whining. She was working up to a cry, that would eventually end in a scream. I rolled over and reached across Dean to turn the CCTV towards us, rubbing my eyes. Dean grunted as I lay myself over his back.
“Sleep pumpkin, I’ve got her.” I whispered, smoothing his hair over and kissing his ear, he gave a small moan before settling back into the pillow. I got up and wearily shuffled down the hall to Mary’s room.

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