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the broken ones (m) | preview

Originally posted by jeonbase

goblin inspired.

muses: corporate heir!jungkook. ceo!yoongi. ceo startup!reader.
genre: fluff, angst, smut.

Warning: “Darling, I love the broken ones.”


There was nothing more you hate than having to stand two straight hours in a 6 inch heels, holding a glass of Chateu Margaux that you’ll never finish, drowning in the slow rhythm no one danced to whilst trying to retain the smallest crumb of self-control as to not make a beeline for the inviting double doors where the valets await to return your Audi in front of the doorsteps. But ah, you’d arrived here with Jungkook as he’d hinted a few times too many that you came together. Just to feed the press something to chew on for next few days.

Your eyes wandered through the dress adored figures and suited bodies in search for said boy who you found in less than a heartbeat. When you’re the corporate heir of J&J Group, there’s nothing that can hide your from the spotlight of swooning heiress and a couple lonely corporate wives. And if it wasn’t the forming crowd of the female species that drew you, it would be the uncontained giggle of drunken lovers with painted features in hopes to attract the eye of the gala. 

Lovers. Jungkook had a lot of those, far too many than both fingers combined and no further than a phone call away. They’d come running without him having to say the words of courting nor profess his undying love with flowers in their doorsteps.

Love. It was another thing that the young heir was full of too. There was never a spot too small or unfitting in his heart. If the opposite sex needed it, then he would, without a moment’s hesitation, gather her in his arms and show her what it meant to be treated as the queen she is. He would cherish her, worship her, kiss every inch over her skin and whisper her perfection. But it would only be for tonight. As Jeon Jungkook had many lovers and he loved them all.

“But baby, you’re my favorite.” He would murmur against the sensitive flesh of your neck, arms banded around your waist as he trailed butterflies down your shoulders. He never failed to tell you each night you spent together in his king bed, glistening with sweat and lust and greed and love.

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If you have not checked out Kinklock’s site, you should. She has the lists to end all lists and links to almost any persuasion. I have the utmost respect to the effort she put in cultivating this list. Hats off to her. ——————————- Johnlock fic rec

My fics: my ao3 (also my bookmarks)

Fic Rec Lists (by request or by my weird preferences)

Smutty / Kinky:

Alternate Universes:

Other (Specific Characteristics):

(OLD) Master Post List 

(Unconventional category system, aaaaand terrible descriptions provided by yours truly)

Aliens/Spaceships

  • XO by MirithGriffin. John is brought onto an alien spaceship to be Sherlock’s mate. The aliens are jelly. Of their love, and literally, they are made out of jelly. You think this is crack and then it actually makes you feel things you haven’t felt in years, so go now my children, reeadd. 
  • They Mostly Come Out at Night by tawabids. Aliens crossover. I can’t emphasize how good this fic is and how you do not need to love Alien/Aliens to get it (though of course I am an alien fangirl soooo maybe I lie). Sherlock is the little girl in Aliens except you know not a little girl, and John is Sigourney Weaver kind of. 
  • ROT-13 by berlynn_wohl. Spaceman! John intrigues not-a-spaceman Sherlock, look it’s cute, just read

Android!lock

  • Software Malfunction by tiger_in_the_flight_deck. But can a robot sherlock learn to love? yes. yes he can. If you read this, please go directly to the Fluff category immediately following the experience. 
  • Made in Man’s Image series by thequeergiraffe. Sherlock being a strange android at an all robotic hospital. This also answers the above question, and yes, there are robot sex antics. 

Ace!lock

  • All The Best and Brightest Creatures by wordstrings, Do I even need to tell people to read this, like it’s wordstrings, what else do you need to know? Love at first sight plus asexuality plus an extra sadistic moriarty PUSH ALL MY BUTTONS why don’t you. 

Animal!lock

  • The Regent’s Park Regulars by Basingstoke. Sherlock is a swan except his name isn’t Sherlock and John is a duck and Lestrade is a zoo keeper, and you should already be sold by now. 
  • Wild Kingdom & Mating Snarl by AxeMeAboutAxinomancy. I need to stop re-reading these, BUT SO GOOD? Not technically animals but there is a lot of lion sex consideration. 
  • The Swan Triad by Pennin_Ink. This series starts off all like cute John and Sherlock meet cute, hating each other as kids, true love, happy end- and then suddenly shit gets serious and magical. 

Bees in Sussex 

  • A Beginner’s Guide to Apiology by VictoryCandescence. John and Sherlock meet for the first time as old men pals and like my entire heart hurts in a good way.
  • The Sea in a Chasm by wiggleofjudas. John goes through his teenage rebellion years and Sherlock’s like fiiine I have a house and some bees when you calm down. 
  • The Declaration by flawedamythyst, Sherlock being a goof and John being a cranky old man, all my fave things <3

Book Crossovers 

  • Bel Canto by bendingsignpost. Phantom of the Opera!!!
  • Un Homme Dangereux by IShouldBeOverThis. Les Liaisons Dangereuses! (which Cruel Intentions is based on) wherein Sherlock writes letters to Mycroft like watch me bag this dude oh shit wait I’m in love. This crossover actually makes a lot of sense to me because holmescest slides in nicely but johnlock rules out 
  • Unsettled by AxeMeAboutAxinomancy. His Dark Materials (The Golden Compass)! A+++ for use of daemons as a plot device

Dark

  • Collared by VelvetMace. Slavery and sex, but mostly dub con not so much full non con? (that isn’t comforting ashleigh)
  • Playing the game by KeelieThompson1. Fave fave fave, dark vampire stuff, but in a very blase, no one is overly upset, kind of way - everyone’s like put his dick in a cage who even cares any more. (I’m going to give this the award for worst description).
  • Cross Wired by Pretty Arbitrary. I know this category is labeled dark, but this shit is extra dark like satan’s ass crack dark. John finds a journal of Sherlock’s that is, let’s say, not kittens and rainbows.
  • Dehumanize Me by deuxexmycroft. Sherlock makes John his prison bitch, aand yeaah. 

Fluff

  • Duvet (Green) by mazarin. Mind palace things! I love mind palace things.

Misc AUs

  • This Thing All Things Devours by cypress_tree. 80’s sci fi movie fic (you can already tell why I like it) humans are genetically engineered to stop aging at 25, when the numbers on their arm start counting down, and the only way to get more time is to earn/borrow/steal. John, obvi, is a gambler and Sherlock is basically immortal. Time to solve some TIME THIEVING.

Period Piece -ish

  • echoes through time by chellefic. John reads fanfiction Watson’s journal about him and Holmes being lovey dovey and gets ideas!
  • The Man No One Liked by shouldbeover. Where Sherlock is John’s valet for a visit to a Downton Abbey style place and - quelle surprise - there is a murder to solve!!!!
  • Captive Hearts by Nana_41175. I say period piece, but this isn’t really set in real earth medieval times. Sherlock is a mask wearing, hawking prince (this should be enough to sell you on it) who semi-captures highlander!John. Etc. etc. etc. things get hot. 

Tarts and Vicars aka Priest!lock (I’m so glad this is a category)

  • The Beast of Baskerville by Mildredandbobbin. Priest!Sherlock (I KNOW, normally it is priest John) and John meet up on their way to a village where there are mysterious wolf-related deaths and mayhaps Sherlock is rethinking that whole celibacy business.
  • Ad Meliora by lotherington. Priest!John getting all seduced

Vampire

  • Stranger at the Gate by bendingsignpost. This is like if Sherlock was a vampire but a super cute baby vampire who hasn’t gotten his vamp sea legs just yet. Like he’s manipulative as shit and lies like crazy but this is the cutest he’s ever been to me. no plot explanation provided just read it
  • Playing the game by KeelieThompson1. This is dark and vamp related so it comes up twice. Did I mention it was dark? Vamplock turns John into a vamp and then Johnvamp complains about it for a few centuries.  
  • Night Shift by corpsereviver2. John is vamplock’s body guard :D  
  • Preservation by Mildredandbobbin. PINING AHOY and let’s of sex while pining for each other, which I didn’t even think was possible, so kudos. 

Virginlock

  • The Orchard by DancingGrimm. My fave Sherlock loses his v card story ever. I have a soft spot for Prostitute! John. 
  • Safe Distance by merripestin. Really enthusiastic virgin!Sherlock with added bonus of sexuality crisis John!
Music Series: Body Say by Demi Lovato**(slight smut)

I first looked at this request last night before going to bed, after sifting through probably a dozen requests that were not working for me. Some good songs…some not so good (imo)…but none finding an imagine in my mind to latch on to (think I need a day here and there of only doing my choices, I miss it). When I read these lyrics, and listened to the song, my thought was, “I don’t love the song…like it, but don’t love it…but I like the idea behind the lyrics.” I love Demi, but I’ve struggled finding the right story.

This is what I came up with, and I hope you all approve. This is “Body Say” by Demi Lovato, which you can listen to HERE on Spotify. Thanks for the request!

Wishing you all a wonderful weekend! (Me, I’m driving two hours tomorrow to see #Dunkirk on #IMAX and I am beyond excited! Amazing story that I can’t wait to watch play out in front of me. It’s my dream to write movies like this!)

xo

Shelli

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take this burden - part 13

[ fool for love - lord huron ]

‘Just wait until I catch my breath.’

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He Tian and Mo Guan Shan woke up around ten.

The atmosphere in the room was odd.

Not bad, just…odd.

They both packed a change of clothes and the food Jian Yi had put together for them last night.

They’d decided to take He Tian’s car.

Walking through the parking lot, He Tian checked maps on his phone.

‘GPS says this is a 16 hour drive, not 12.’

‘Not when I’m driving, it’s not.’

He Tian blinked at him, surprised.

‘Oh, so you’re driving, huh?’

Mo Guan Shan raised an eyebrow, holding his hand out for the keys.

The dark haired man smirked, tossing him the keys, curious as to how this would go.

-

Jian Yi and Zhan Zhengxi watched from the balcony a few stories up.

‘Twenty bucks says they kill each other.’ Zhengxi quipped as they watched He Tian relinquish the keys to his beloved car.

‘I’ll take that bet.’

-

To say they drove in silence would carry a negative connotation.

He Tian, in another surprising act, had handed over the auxiliary cord for Mo Guan Shan to play his music.

He sat back and listened.

He remembered, years ago, Jian Yi telling him that if you care for someone, listen to their music.

Put your phone down, clear your mind, and listen.

He’d never heard most of the songs Mo Guan Shan played.

His playlist seamlessly flowed from song to song, each making him wonder what they made the man feel.

Mo Guan Shan drove like a maniac, weaving fluidly through the traffic of overwhelmed tourists.

They made record time out of the city, quickly reaching the, seemingly endless, expanse of desert.

It was a nice day.

One of the three of four they’d get that year, so they drove with the windows down.

After about an hour, He Tian turned the music up to hear over the wind and Mo Guan Shan seemed to remember he was in the car.

‘I’m sorry, do you want to play something?’ He asked, reaching to remove the jack from his phone.

‘No. I like this.’

Mo Guan Shan eyed him skeptically.

He Tian responded by turning the music up further, drowning out his possible protests.

Another hour passed.

Mo Guan Shan turned the music down.

‘Do you want to talk, or…’

Reading the atmosphere in the car, He Tian simply turned it back up.

They exchanged a small smile and continued on.

Two hours later, Mo Guan Shan pulled into one of the gas stations that quickly became few and far between.

He Tian stepped out, being closer to the pump, swiped his card and entered the necessary information before Mo Guan Shan exited the vehicle.

‘Need anything from inside?’ He Tian asked.
The other man shook his head.

He Tian bought a few soft drinks, not knowing Mo Guan Shan’s preferences.

He slid back into the car.

Mo Guan Shan, already in the driver’s seat, handed him the cord, more insistent this time.

He Tian took it, carefully choosing a playlist as Mo Guan Shan gratefully accepted a drink.

They were both silently content with the relatively comfortable silence.

The sun began to set.

They’d been in the car for nine hours.

‘We should find a hotel for the night.’ He Tian suggested.

‘I’m fine to drive.’

‘I know.’

‘So, why…’

‘What’s the hurry?’

Mo Guan Shan contemplated that.

‘I suppose there isn’t one.’

He Tian searched nearby hotels on his phone and directed Mo Guan Shan to a place in the closest cities.

They pulled up in front of the hotel where a valet stood at the entrance to take their car.

Mo Guan Shan’s eyes widened.

‘I can’t afford to stay here, dude.’

‘I can, and I’d be getting the same kind of room regardless.’

‘I can’t let you pay for everything like this.’

‘Sure you can.’

Mo Guan Shan parked and He Tian pulled the keys from the ignition, exiting the car and handing them to the kid, slipping him a few bills in the unspoken agreement to find him a good spot.

Mo Guan Shan followed him inside helplessly, standing behind him uncomfortably as he checked them in, assuring the girl behind the counter that two double beds was fine.

They took the elevator to the top floor in silence.

He Tian let them in, dropping his bag on one of the beds and rooting through the mini fridge.
Mo Guan Shan did the same, sitting down next to his.

‘When you said you’d come along, I didn’t expect…’

He Tian dug in his bag, shaking his head and making his way to the sliding door that led to the balcony, gesturing for Mo Guan Shan to follow.

He handed Mo Guan Shan a beer and offered him a cigarette.

He took them both with a murmur of thanks.

‘Mo Guan Shan…’ He Tian started, lighting their cigarettes in turn.

‘I have plenty of money, and I’ve spent the last few years painfully bored.’

‘Ok…’

‘The last few days with you have been anything boring. You could have rented a car, driven through the night, uand ended up at your parents house.’

‘Yeah…’

‘OR we could’ve taken my car and stayed the night in a nice hotel with room service and a pool.’

Mo Guan Shan looked at him expectantly.

‘So…’

‘Do your parents know you’re coming?’

‘No.’

He’d completely forgotten to call them, he realized.

‘So, let’s get drunk, go for a swim, order breakfast in the morning, and go from there.’

‘I didn’t bring a swimsuit.’ Was the only argument Mo Guan Shan could come up with.

‘Neither did I.’

wedding night // a matty healy smut

word count: 3,280 (oops)

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 a/n this is quite long and there’s a lot of description toward the beginning because i really wanted you to get the vibe and atmosphere, sorry if it’s too much! 

 you drove through the beautiful clear night, moonlight cascading through the sun roof above you and matty’s heads. matty sat beside you driving, his hand lightly resting on your leg. you glanced at the car clock - 11:32. your head was still in the clouds from the night’s events. you’d just departed from your wedding venue, leaving the excited guests through a path of sparklers and laughter, and now was the first time all day that you’d get to spend more than a moment alone with matty. you looked over to your new husband and smiled to yourself as he focused on the road, navigating through traffic to get to the hotel you’d be staying at overnight before leaving for your romantic getaway the next morning. his face was stern yet beautiful, and you placed your hand on his neck, running your fingers lightly through the hair there before moving your hand down to his shoulder, where you rested it. this was your favorite kind of time with him - quiet, comfortable, peaceful. your eyes shifted down to his left hand, which now wore a thin band on the ring finger, and your breath hitched in your throat. he belongs to me, forever, you thought, and he would wear that ring as a public sign of devotion to me and me only. 



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Thinking of You

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Characters: Clif, Jensen, Rob (mentioned)

Summary: Your sister takes an embarrassing video of you and it turns out to be the best thing that’s ever happened.

Word Count: ~4,800 (sorry, I let it get away from me)

Warnings: fluff, mention of surgery and anesthesia, mention of mild panic attack symptoms, more fluff

A/N: This is an AU, and it’s fiction, so please, just assume Genevieve is off somewhere, happy as a clam with another man. I don’t mean to offend or disrespect her in any way. Last night, I was talking with the incredibly kind soul @scarlet-impala and she told me about her constant Jared crisis. This is the result. 

*A huge, Jared Padalecki-sized hug and thank you to Lennox for letting me use this - her real-life post-surgery story - as inspiration!!


Originally posted by aborddelimpala

Surgery was over. You had just come out of the sleep you were put into via anesthesia. Your brain was jumbled, but one thing was perfectly clear to you - you loved Jared Padalecki. He was the only concise thought you had. Your brained swarmed with how selfless he was, how much he gave to the fans, and how sweet and adorable he acted every time you saw a video of him.

“We don’t deserve Jared Padalecki, he has given us so much,” you mumbled, sounding more drunk than anything.

You didn’t know that your sister had started livestreaming on facebook right before you said it. She wanted to capture every second of your delirium, and unluckily for you, she caught your confession about the giant man you deemed your celebrity crush. She cackled as she ended the stream, watching you fall back asleep in the hospital bed.


The next morning, you woke up to your phone buzzing like someone was calling you. When you picked up your phone, you saw that it was just a constant flow of facebook notifications. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you unlocked your phone. You cursed under your breath when you saw the video your sister posted, knowing it was embarrassing.

When you tapped on the video and let the sound flood the small room you were staying in, you wanted to bury yourself under the covers and hide from everyone. Your face had to be beet red by the time you heard yourself crying over Jared. Looking at the caption she’d posted with it made things even worse.

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the most relatable key and peele sketch is the one where they’re the two valets who are screamranting about movies etc and get so pumped that they like shoot iron man rockets out of their limbs and like vibrate so fast that they become beams of light and ascend to a higher plane of existence

Double Trouble

Setting this up to be a multi chapter thing.  Bear with the long backstory. It’s worth it. Please no hate mail, this is my first piece. Feedback is appreciated.

Some Language.  Smut. Fluff. SMUUUT. NSFW

3409 words.

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You are a creative type, so you have no “real job” holding you down.  You do what you want, when you want.  You’re a musician, but not your typical starving artist type.  Money is no object – you are well off from a life insurance settlement from a husband that died.  You’re in no big hurry to marry again, you are a free spirit and pretty much do what and who you want. Like your favorite Pat Green song,  you are a threadbare gypsy soul.

The guys were in town because there was a house show, and they had RAW to tape.  You had a gig that night, and were not really expecting to see anybody other than the usual round of drunks that try to ply you with drinks in hopes that you’d be easy to take home. Little did they know, you were half Irish and can drink whiskey like a champ!

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You know Sheamus and Cesaro from a year ago.  You were on the date from Hell, and Cesaro saved you from it.  It was a date a well-meaning friend had set up.  You weren’t really feeling it the first time you went out with Mark, but you are the Queen of second chances.   You give people more chances than they usually deserve.  Damn your big heart.  Mark was not a wrestling fan, but he got ringside seats for the two of you.  Clearly he wanted to impress you.  Him not being a fan, was kind of the final nail in the coffin in your book (He just made the list!)  You were explaining to him the storylines – who’s a heel, who hated who, etc.  He was bored, and wanted to go back to the hotel in the hopes of getting a piece of ass.  You were having the time of your life, and nowhere near ready to leave, Hell the title match of Lesnar V. Goldberg hadn’t even happened yet.  

You looked at him like he was crazy, and said that you would just catch up with him at the hotel later – you would get a cab back.  You turned back in time to see Kevin Owens finish entering the ring.  Dean Ambrose’s intro music cued up and out he comes! All of a sudden BAM! It goes dark, and you’re seeing red.  You’re seething mad, and in a lot of pain. A hard hit to the side of your face from out of nowhere happened. That motherfucker Mark just PUNCHED YOU in the face!  You fell hard into the big dude next to you.  He was a solid wall of muscle, like Braun Strowman.

Dean saw the whole thing happen, and broke character and jumped the wall and started beating the holy living shit out of Mark. The medics quickly took you to a room backstage to put ice on your eye, and check that shoulder.  No real damage done, they iced your face, gave you a BC Powder and a bottled water, and as a precaution, they taped up your shoulder with kinesio tape just like the kind Cesaro wears.  The medic had you lie down on the bench and rest a bit with the ice on your face.

After a while, you had had enough of this shit, you were bored, the night was screwed, and you were going to hit the bar before you went back to the hotel.  Thank GOD you weren’t sharing a hotel room with that douchebag. You put your Coco Chanel rhinestone dark glasses on to cover up the shiner you just KNOW you are getting, and you begin roaming the halls trying to find the entrance to the parking garage to get the HELL out of there. Only problem is you are a little directionally challenged, you were still a little bit woozy, and to make matters worse, you were a bit lost. You can’t find your ass with both hands in the dark, with a flashlight, AND GPS!

You weren’t seeing too clearly, your bruised eye was watering like a son of a bitch, and you plowed right into Cesaro! You hit with such force, and you were still a bit wobbly on your feet.  He caught your elbow to keep you from landing on your ass. Goosebumps popped up all over, and a pulsing throbbing started between your legs. “Oh my GOD! SHIT! I’m SO sorry!” You stammered.  He smiled radiantly, and you melted.  He was impeccably dressed in a dark Armani suit, and his trademark dark glasses.  He looked good, and smelled like Heaven.  He was wearing your favorite men’s scent, Bulgari. You melted a second time inwardly. “No worries darling. You must be lost to have gotten back here.” He said.  “No, actually I got hit in the face.” You said. He stopped smiling, and genuinely looked concerned. He gently removed your sunglasses to look at the faint bruising on your eye. “So YOU’RE the girl! I heard a beautiful lady got injured by her boyfriend tonight, and Dean stepped in. Dean was talking about it in the locker room. He’s lucky I wasn’t out there.” “He’s NOT my boyfriend!” I snapped. “No? Well then I have a chance.  Come to dinner with me.  I’d enjoy very much the company of a beautiful Lady.” The butterflies are doing flip flops in your stomach at this point.  You smile, and say “I’d love to” He holds his arm out to you, and you take it.

He walks you down the hall, and out to the parking garage, where the valet pulls up to you in a sleek black Porsche 911 Carrera.  Cesaro walks around and opens your door for you, and you sink into the plush leather seats. He takes you not too far away, to a quiet little Italian restaurant, and he pulls in, and tosses the keys to the valet. He walks around to your side and opens your door, holding his hand out to you, helping you out of the car. You blush, and again are filled with a hammering throbbing in your deepest parts. He places his hand in the small of your back possessively, a little too close to your ass, and guides you into the restaurant.  The table is in a dark corner, lit up by the light of many candles. The candlelight shines in your eyes, and reflects in your hair.

Once seated across from you, he reaches across, and gently removes your sunglasses. “I want to see you,” He says. He gently brushes the hair from your eyes, and traces his fingers down your face, under the guise of checking on your eye.  You were thinking of other places that those fingers could be! His eyes darken to pools of molten chocolate in the candlelight as he says to you in a husky whisper “Cosi’ bellou” So beautiful. You have no idea what he said, but you feel yourself getting wet with desire for him.

Over dinner, you talk about places he’s travelled to, places you’d like to go - things he’d like to show you – The Eiffel Tower, The Spanish Steps.  You tell him about your music, and he coaxes you to sing a little for him. He is noticeably impressed.  You discuss Art, literature, poetry, theater, opera and find out you have a lot of things in common.  You definitely agree on coffee after dinner, and you both agree Starbucks is the best! You enjoy a cup of coffee, and share a cannoli.  You got a bit of cream on your lip, and he reaches across and wipes at it with his finger, and sucks on it, never breaking eye contact with you.  

After the tab is paid, he walks you outside, and he slips his suit jacket around your shoulders because the night is brisk. Neither one of you are ready to return to the hotel just yet, so with it being a coastal town, you find yourselves walking hand in hand along the beach in the moonlight.  You couldn’t help but notice how perfectly your hand fits in his, and as if reading your mind, he squeezed your hand before bringing it to your lips for the softest of kisses.  His breath was warm across your knuckles, and he murmured in Italian “Attento, stai rubando il mio cuore.” Careful, you’re stealing my heart.  “What did you say?” You asked him.  “You’re beautiful.” He said, not REALLY telling you how he was feeling at that moment in time.

It was a little after midnight, and you walked with him in the surf where the water lapped the beach, you were laughing at his rolled-up suit pants, and ogling those perfect muscular calves.  You both laughed.  You loved the way his eyes crinkled up at the corners when he smiled.  God, he had a dazzling smile. “He is a God among men” You were thinking to yourself as you openly admired him.  You were so lost in his perfection, you failed to notice that you two had walked all the way out on a long fishing pier, and walked into an abandoned fishing shack to get shelter from the winds, and sea spray.  He put the big rough-hewn locking bar down, and turned to you and smiled warmly. The waves were relatively calm, but the wind had whipped up. There was a little porch with 2 chairs and a table outside at the back, and the view was incredible!  Inside the shack was a table with a coffeepot on it, and a bed, and some linens on the floor.

He closed the distance between you with a couple steps, and slipped his jacket off your shoulders, and draped it on the table.  He also set your purse on the table.   He reached out and took both your hands in his, and he looked into your (your eye color here) eyes and lightly brushed his lips across yours.  His hand moved up to caress your face, and soon found its way to being tangled in your hair.  His kisses became harder, more urgent and needful, his tongue exploring your mouth, sucking your tongue, biting and sucking on your lower lip.  Your lips were bruised from the kisses, and his beard scratched your face raw, but you didn’t care. You wanted him. You wanted this. You could feel his hardness straining against the zipper of his pants. When you took his lower lip in your mouth and sucked on it, he moaned, his brown eyes almost black with lust and desire for you.

In one swooping move, he scooped you up like you weighed nothing, and sat you on the edge of the bed. He knelt on the floor at your feet, and patiently undid your strappy sandals, and set them aside.  He placed a kiss upon each arch before kneading your calves with his strong hands. You arched your back and moaned. He worked your calves all the way up, his fingers probing and spreading your thighs.  You felt yourself getting wetter by the moment for him.  He went under your skirt and palmed your mound and squeezed, then grinned wolfishly up at you and smacked it twice with his palm before he pushed your black lace panties aside, and slid in a finger.  He worked in and out a couple of times before he pulled it out and sucked your sweetness off of it, then slid it back in, this time curling it in a beckoning manner, so he was hitting your sweet spot. He slid a second finger into your wetness, and teased you with a third – stretching your tight hole out.  His thumb flicked your clit mercilessly.  You were SO close to cumming, your walls clenched around his fingers and spasmed.  He pulled his fingers out, and again sucked your sweet cream off of them. He denied you your release.  He was like a cat toying with a mouse, it was much too soon for all that.  

You pouted your displeasure at being denied your release, and he laughed, a deep throaty sound.  He held both your hands over your head in one of his hands, and slid your slinky sundress off, and tossed it in the corner of the room. “Let me look at you” he said, as you tried being shy – mainly because by now your panties were soaked all the way through and sodden.  His hardness strained against the zipper of his pants, and it threatened to inch down of its own accord.  He said in French – the language of lovers – as he openly and lasciviously admired your soft curves “Vouse’ tes une vision de la beaute’, mon dieu, vous e’tes parfait!”  - You are a vision of beauty, My God you are perfect!

You were still clad in your black lace bra and panties, and had sat up, and stood up before him. You reached up, and slowly undid his tie, and let it hit the floor.  Your hands trembled as you unbuttoned his shirt, like it was the first time for you.  He kissed you passionately and whispered “Sweet Girl” against your lips – his shirt hit the floor.  You ran your hands across his broad chest, your face nuzzled in his chest hair, and you licked and sucked and teased his nipples and bit on them! He sharply inhaled. You kissed his injured shoulder, and followed the path of the kinesio tape in kisses.  You looked into his eyes and – he deftly unhooked your bra with one hand, and threw that across the room too.  His large warm hands cupped your heavy DD breasts, and his mouth returned the favor of what you did to his nipples. He took your nipple in his mouth – tongue teasing the bud until it puckered – and while sucking and nibbling, he pinched and rolled the other in his free hand.  

You kissed and licked all the way down his chest – you came back up and again teased his nipples and his hands tangled in your hair, and he bit your neck, marking you as his! You kissed down his “happy trail,” down to his navel, you swirled your tongue around, and he moaned low in his throat. You licked the hard lines of his “V” muscle – his obliques… you unbuttoned his pants, and pulled the zipper down the rest of the way with your teeth.  The zipper had started coming down on its own, after you unbuttoned his pants.  You never broke eye contact with him.   His bulge was sticking up past the waistband of his black briefs – the head, angry and purple was visible and shiny with pre-cum. You were on your knees before him, and slid his briefs off using your teeth!

Once free of its restriction, his dick, all long and hard and thick – and smooth bobbed and stuck straight out.  His balls were large and heavy and hung low – just begging to be sucked! You gasped at the size of him and said “You’re perfect. You would put Michelangelo’s David to shame!” He smiled and said “You would shame DiMilo’s Venus with your beauty, Mi amor.” And you again knelt before him, and licked the length of that beautiful monster cock, one hand cupping those heavy balls of his.  He let out a loud moan when you put one of his balls into my mouth.  You swished it around inside your mouth, then you switched to the other one; you were also stroking his thighs with your hands. He started breathing harder when you managed to put both his balls into your mouth at once.  You tenderly licked his balls while warming them up with your hot mouth. You used your tongue to move them all around; your lips were completely enveloping his entire sack, up to the root of his dick. Your hands began to stroke his dick.  Your hands kneaded his thighs; your fingers were inches from his balls. He let out a gasp when your red nails brushed up against his balls. “Oh God!” he said. Then came furious bobbing. Slow sucking. Gentle licking, swirling the head, probing the hole on top. You worked your way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, right under the head. you gave that area some licks, and then teased him a bit with some long slow licks up and down the shaft. When you knew he really needed some more direct stimulation, you finally put your lips around the whole head of his cock and started to gently suck him off. Fondling his balls with your hand, you slowly lowered your mouth over his entire organ, getting it deep inside your mouth.

You stopped sucking and teasing, and his dick popped free and bobbed, still sticking straight out.  He was breathing heavy, and moaned.. God he was close… you rose to your feet and walked around him, staring.  His ass was perfect and you couldn’t resist spanking it – HARD as you walked around him. His ring gear did not begin to do it justice.  He was truly a work of art – chiseled, hard, perfect.. yours.  His dick bobbed when you slapped his ass.

Without warning, and in one swift move, he tore your soaked panties off in his fist like he did his tear away suit in the ring. You gasped in surprise, and he scooped you up again, like you weighed nothing, and he placed you as gently as he could even in his state – rabid with arousal on the bed.  He nudged your thighs apart with his knee, and he hovered above you, teasing your clit with his hardness, teasing your opening, just putting in the tip. You arched your back to meet him, and he lost himself.. he slammed it home, and you moaned and screamed, and dragged your nails across his back, and you bit down on his shoulder. The biting and scratching made him thrust harder in a frenzy, he was speaking in French, pounding you, and you were both moaning.. your walls clenched around him, you wrapped your legs around him, holding him in you.  You came an entire ocean, and soaked him, he moaned, and you felt him shoot his hot seed deep in you.

You both lay there still connected for a moment, then he slid out.  You were too wet.  He reached down, and got you a dry towel to clean off, and he climbed behind you and nuzzled your neck, kissing your shoulders holding you tightly, arms wrapped around you, kissing you everywhere he could reach.  You both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, sun streamed through the window, Cesaro lay there looking at you, the light playing in your hair.  He had an angel. You stirred, and smiled sleepily. He handed you a cup of coffee, and you hugged each other tightly, and made love slowly.  Afterwards, you both got dressed – you sans panties of course. You both giggled as you walked out to the balcony and threw them in the sea!

He took you to Victoria’s Secret and bought you some more.  He also bought you a new sundress he couldn’t wait to see you in.  It was a stunning green that set off your hair nicely.  He also got you matching shoes and a purse! You went and had breakfast together in a quiet little French Bistro, lingering over coffee and bacon.  He asked “Can I see you again, my angel?”  “Of course,“ you said, and smiled.  God, he loved your smile.  And your numbers are in each other’s phones now, and he dropped you off at your hotel, but not before he gave you a deep kiss. “Come to the show tonight.  I will have tickets at will-call for you.” He said, and he drove off. He got back to the hotel he shared with Sheamus.

Sheamus glowered at him and said “Yer late fella. You were supposed to meet me at the gym today!”  Cesaro had a silly smile on his face, and said “Yeah… about that.  I met a Lady…” Sheamus sniffed the air loudly and said snidely “I couldn’t tell.” Cesaro punched his arm and said “Back off man! She’s coming to the show tonight and sitting in the Cesaro Section.  You be nice tonight.”

Originally posted by heyambrose

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pyschoticsexpot said: I would love an Enzo Amore Fic. his best protographer friend wants to shoot him playgirlesque and its goes to smut real fast

A mix of two requests: ashleyh28 Angry Roman - you’ve been teasing him backstage all night, Then he comes back all angry and worked up after slapping Jericho around. You try teasing him more and he gets rough with you in his locker room and everyone can hear; AND Anon: QUOTE SERIES: Please do a fic with Roman based on him saying “You like that shit?” from Raw

Anon: Alexa Bliss where you’re tag team partners and get pinned so she punishes you in the locker rooms

Anon: Jimmy Uso one where you valet with the Usos and tease him during a match so when you get back to your hotel room you have rough sex

Anon: A Seth smut where after he wins his match against Sami Zayn you guys celebrate in his hotel room

Anon: Dolph Ziggler where him and the reader get in a fight and in the heat of it, either he yells that he loves her, or the other way around and then it gets really quiet. And then that leads to them having sex with a nice fluffy ending. 

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Anon:  the oc wears glasses but not in public due to insecurities, she uses contacts&she starts dating AJ and one day, she loses her contacts while travelling to a new city and basically AJ’s reaction to her wearing glasses?

Anon: Adrian Neville and the reader are very annoyed with each other, but they realise it’s because of the sexual tension and then the relieve the tension in the backstage area

Anon: Jon Moxley? You and him were together but you couldn’t trust him to be a one-woman man and end things. He gets drunk and interrupts your date, almost beating the shit out of the guy who did nothing wrong except touch your arm, and you end up letting him sleep it off on your couch. Come morning when he’s sober, you two reconcile and smut?

Anon: Scott Dawson is your boyfriend, and he fucks you roughly in his locker room after him and Dash win the tag titles once again?

Anon: Kalisto x reader where the reader helps Kalisto through his wife leaving him and realizes he loves the reader he wants to show her how much so smut ensues


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anonymous asked:

would you be willing to write some omegaverse hc? maybe omega!dan being insecure because his alpha!phil is so successful and gorgeous and all other omegas want to be his mate but phil only has eyes for his sweet dan? throw in some dirty talk/knotting/daddy kink if you please :)

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(remember guys it’ll take me a long time to answer any new hcs you send my way, I’m finishing up the ones that were already in my inbox and then answering some prompts from @littletwinkhowell that she can’t answer xx)

(Also guess who’s had a stressful day? I need a dom to take care of me jfc I’m so frustrated with everything and overwhelmed and someone please take control of me)

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-This party was supposed to be fun.

-Dan is not having fun.

-Every time he leaves Phil’s side- and sometimes even when he’s tucked against Phil’s body- omegas are throwing themselves at Phil, batting their eyelashes, biting their lips, and shamelessly flirting. With each passing minute, Dan feels more and more insecure, until he eventually excuses himself to the bathroom where he curls up in one of the stalls to cry. Phil is his, he knows that, the bite mark on his neck proves it, but tonight he doesn’t feel good enough. It’s about twenty minutes later that Phil finally finds him.

-”Dan, sweetheart, is that you?” He asks, knocking on the stall door.

-”Go away,” Dan sniffs.

-”What’s wrong?”

-”Don’t wanna talk about it.”

-Phil sighs. “Can I take you home, and we can get into pajamas and watch a movie?”

-Wordlessly, Dan unlocks the stall door, and allows himself to be scooped up into Phil’s arms and carried out to the Valet, where Phil’s sleek black car is quickly found and the keys returned to him. He sets Dan in the passenger seat and buckles him in, before getting in on the driver’s side and taking them home. Once they arrive at their large house (read: mansion), Phil carries Dan inside and to the kitchen first. Once again, he picks Dan up and then carries him to their room, miraculously not spilling anything. Phil puts Dan on the bed to get dressed, but almost immediately he starts crying again, only sobbing harder when Phil comes to comfort him.

-”I’m sorry for making you come home early, I’m so stupid,” he says bitterly, drying his eyes.

-”Baby, no, why do you say that?” Phil asks, thumbing tears off of Dan’s cheek. 

-He subconsciously leans into the touch and  sniffles. “All those other omegas were flirting with you all night and I know that they’re all better than me and you could leave me for them at any time.”

“Dan,” Phil starts, running his fingers over the bite mark on Dan’s shoulder. “This is a bonding mark. It means that I belong to you just as much as you belong to me, that I’ll never leave you, and that I only have eyes for you. My beautiful, perfect omega.” He pecks Dan on the lips and ruffles his hair. “Can I show you how much you mean with me?”

-After a moment, Dan nods, so Phil pushes him down onto his back and starts kissing Dan, sucking on his bottom lip and bracing himself on his arms so his full weight isn’t on Dan’s small body. He moves down to pepper kisses along Dan’s jawline and down to his neck, biting pretty hickeys into his pale skin. “You’re amazing, Dan. I love you so much. My perfect omega.” he grinds his hips down into Dan’s, smirking from the quiet gasp Dan makes. “Feel how hard I am, all for you? This is what you do to me. So sexy, so gorgeous, so beautiful, Dan.”

-”Daddy, knot me?” Dan pleads, pushing his arms underneath Phil’s worn pajama shirt, scratching long red lines down his back.

-”Anything you want, baby.”

-Dan manages to kick off his boxers, and helps Phil out of his tee shirt and pajama pants, leaving them naked and hard and pressed together, Phil still murmuring praises into the skin of Dan’s neck. 

-”If you want me to fuck you, you have to let go,” Phil says gently, slipping out of Dan’s arms to lie on the end of the bed, face pressed onto Dan’s lower stomach, which he covers in hickeys as well. One hand languidly starts stroking Dan as Phil moves further down so he can nose at the slick gathering between Dan’s thighs. He sticks out his tongue and gives an experimental lick, humming. “Taste so good, Dan. Always so wet and perfect for me.” Phil coats his fingers in the slick and starts opening Dan up, starting with two fingers, smirking each time Dan moans or cries out ‘Daddy!’ or rocks back on Phil’s fingers. “So perfect, my pretty omega,” he praises when he adds a third, scissoring them to make room for a fourth. 

-”Please, I’m ready daddy. Put your thick Alpha cock in me, knot me,” begs Dan.

-”What kind of Alpha would I be if I denied you?”

-Phil covers his cock in slick as well and grabs Dan’s hips to hold him steady as he pushes inside.  “Fuck, you feel so tight, baby. My omega, my beautiful, sweet omega.” He begins to thrust in and out, tangling one hand in Dan’s hair to hold him close enough to kiss, messy and hot and wet and perfect.

-”Daddy,” Dan moans into Phil’s mouth, eagerly chasing Phil’s lips when he moves away.

-Without warning, Phil pulls out and flips Dan over, yanking his hips up off the bed so Dan’s balancing on his arms, ass up in the air for Phil to fuck into again, filling the air with the sounds of moans, pleas and the sound of skin on skin. “You like taking me like this?” Phil growls, biting over the mark on Dan’s shoulder and then soothing the ache with his tongue. “Making me feel so good baby. Like you were made just for me.”

-”Just for you, Daddy,” Dan agrees between moans and gasps of pleasure. When he feels Phil’s knot start to swell, catching against his rim. “Close, can I come, daddy, please?”

-”Cum for me my perfect omega,” Phil whispers, biting his lip when Dan clenches around him as he does, driving Phil over the edge so he buries himself deep inside of Dan, coming in warm, fluttering pulses inside of Dan.

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Simple Accidents (Pt 8)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Language, slight sexual tension

Word Count: 2,188

Y/E/C= your eye color

(A/N: Pretend the shirt is black instead of white. You’ll understand later.)


After you admitted your hunger, Jensen requested you to put on something nice  as you walked back to your room.

Searching through your closet, you pulled out a black sweetheart neckline, covered in lace with short sleeves that hung off your shoulders. The dress ended just below the halfway mark of your thigh. You let down your tousled curls, shaking it out with your fingers. You fixed your eye make up and added a light coat of subtle, soft pink lipstick.

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Updated Requests

If you want to see the order in which the new requests were received and will be written, heck beow the cut. If you want to see what new ones have been added for specific characters, go to this URL and see the bolded ideas under character names.

You guys fucking killed it yesterday with a whopping 302 requests. There’s an entire section dedicated to Johnny Gargano right now. CHECK IT OUT BELOOOW!!

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CEO!Calum-Part 3

Sorry for the long ass wait. Life has been a nightmare. Don’t say I don’t love you lot, I’ve got 22 exams, I’ve been doing mocks and my school has been called a “brutal exam house” due to it. I’ve not been too well

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“Y/N. You look amazing.” He guided me out of my home and waited as I locked up. “This reminds me of the last day I spent with you. Remember that?”

You let out a sigh and nodded. He was still your boss and you needed to keep your job. He took your hand and guided you to the car-it was grand and luxurious. You sat there quietly, in the passenger side and looked out of the window.

“You can speak, you know.” Calum looked over to you with soft eyes and a defeated smile. “I wanted to see you again, but you disappeared.” He squeezed your hand and you couldn’t fight back the small smile. It felt normal and natural again. 

“I wasn’t expecting us to carry on past the holiday. It was like a summer fling. That’s what you do when you meet an attractive stranger on holiday.” You looked back at him wearily and he took his right hand to his forehead and rubbed it, the other hand on the wheel. 

“Didn’t I make it clear to you that I wanted to see you after the holiday?” His jaw was tight and the tension in the car was growing thick. “I told you to keep in contact.”

“You didn’t even tell me your surname. I only knew who you were when you took over the damn company!” Your voice was raised and your cheeks grew pink beneath the blush. “Don’t try and pin everything on me, Calum. Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Don’t start this now, Y/N. We have this damn event to go to and after, I swear we will be talking and fucking. Mark my words.” Calum pulled to the front of the venue where a valet parked the car.

He opened the door for me and took my hand. We were both acting polite and civil in front of the cameras. The constant flashes hurt my eyes and I hung my head down. Calum got the message and pulled me closer to him so that my head was mostly buried in his chest to block out the light.

We walked into the spacious hall and I was in awe at the way it was all decorated. Elaborate lights and patterns danced around the space. Calum dragged me to our table and we partook in small talk with everybody else.

By the end of the night, I was exhausted, Calum and I had not stopped arguing and I was close to pulling out my own hair. “Can you just stop?” I screamed at him and his jaw tightened. “You’re acting like you were in love with me and I left you at the fucking altar.”

Calum pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a low growl. “Can you stop being childish and talk about this like a normal person would?” He spat the words out of his mouth and I was beyond angry.

“Don’t turn this shit on me, Calum. You didn’t even tell me your real name. You have no right to go off on me.” I walked out of the car and into my apartment. I was rigid with rage and I wanted to break something.

“Don’t walk away from me, Y/N. You aren’t walking away from me again.” He followed me and I put my middle finger up. I had to wait for the lift to get to the floor and Calum used that as an excuse to grab onto my arm. I tried to pull away and tell him to ‘get off’ but he was too strong. He followed me back up to my home and we continued to argue.

Service with a Smile CH 8

A/N: Oooookay, as promised! I apologize, this one took a while, too, but I’m really excited to get the next chapter written to that will most likely be up on Monday? Heck, it’ll be up by tonight if I can get myself to sit down and write, but that’s just wishful thinking.

This one’s not my very favorite, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. I’d like to thank you all for reading this story, though! <3 Without further adieu, chapter 8!

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7

Next: CH 9


The night was beginning to draw to a close, and everybody had long since returned to the hotel or to their homes- Astrid and Hiccup included...

But they were both going to the hotel where Astrid was staying, because Hiccup offered to give her a ride there so her parents would be able to use the rental to bring themselves home after they wrapped things up at the restaurant. The Hoffersons had to collect some decorations, but insisted that their daughter returned to the hotel, much to her refusal. All the same, her parents- and himself- managed to convince her otherwise.

Hiccup drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his truck as Astrid slipped into the vehicle. She clicked her seat belt into place and settled into the passenger seat, only to have Toothless leap off of the dashboard and into her lap. Hiccup was about to voice his apologies, but the blonde didn’t seem like she needed one- she was running her fingers through the feline’s coat with a happy smile on her face.

It was a good thing that Toothless approved of her.

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Brother!Sammy (Pt. 7)

A/N: I deeply apologize if this part doesn’t live up to any of your expectations. This past week, I had writer’s block and I just, I don’t know. But I truly do apologize if this weeks part is crappy. I promise part eight until the end will be bomb af! Also, to those who have sent in a request for me to do, I am currently working on it! Please, please, please be patient with me. Thank you! Also, there will be more Nate in part eight until the end.

Pairing: Reader + Sam Wilkinson

Word Count: 5,000+ words

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10

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