you got a shock to your system


Summary: As a teenager you’d been best friends with Sam Winchester, particularly since your mother and his father hunted together whenever they felt they needed backup. But then you’d moved country, and all interactions with the Winchesters were of the non-physical kind. So when they call on you for backup, you jump at the chance to see your best friend again, not to mention see his big brother, on who you’d had a mild crush on.
The hunt goes well, the rest of the evening, however, doesn’t exactly go your way.  
: Alpha!DeanxOmega!Reader
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: A/B/O Dynamics. Smut.
AN: This was an Anon Request! I’m quite pleased with this one, and kinda tempted to write a sequel… let me know what you think of that idea!!!
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!


Your phone started ringing for the third time in a row, and you couldn’t suppress your exasperated groan as you tugged a sweatshirt over your wet hair and damp skin. Snatching it up off the scuff-marked plastic table you chanced a quick glance at the caller ID before answering.

Sam Winchester.

Of course.

“You better have a damn good reason for disturbing my day off, Winchester,” you teased, tucking the mobile between your shoulder and ear so you could return to the damp towel you’d tossed onto the bed and set about drying your hair more thoroughly. The bastard knew you were taking a day to pamper yourself, yet still decided to drive you mad with your own ringtone. How very rude of him.

On the end of the line, Sam just chuckled, and you could just picture him shaking his head slightly in amusement.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he laughed, but you could detect genuine regret in his voice. “It’s just that I know you’re nearby, and me and Dean could use an extra pair of hands on this one. Dean will hate me when he finds out I rang… he doesn’t like thinking there are more Vamps than we can handle,” he said. A faint scraping sound in the background suggested that he’d just taken a seat, too.

As you once again dropped the towel onto your bed in favour of your hairbrush, you let out an amused titter. “Certainly sounds like Dean,” you mused, “sounds like he’s well on his way to becoming one of those stereotypical stubborn Alphas you get on TV.”

Once again, you heard the distinctive rumble of Sam laughing. That was when a thought hit you, and your face lit up in a smile so broad that your cheeks actually hurt.

“Hold up… does-does that mean I actually get to see you guys? And I mean see you, not just skype or a screen-shared movie?”

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sweet lies

summary: He dodged the subject of his career as much as possible but he still had to lie. Until he finally decided to tell you about it all.

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

pairing: park chanyeol x fem reader 

genre: angst, fluff, smut, mob! au 

word count: 3k

warnings: mentions of blood and violence, fingering 


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6 stages of becoming a Sugar Baby

Every sugar baby’s journey through the bowl is different; however there are a few stages to becoming a sugar baby that nearly everyone will experience. I’ve outlined some of these below:

 1) Researcher baby

You’ve read a book, seen a documentary and reblogged more ‘how to’ guides and tumblr tips than you can count. You feel inspired and have an insatiable appetite for learning about this new found lifestyle.

The thing is no matter how much research you do, it will never be enough. Each person you meet will be different and will come to the table with a unique set of requirements and expectations for their arrangement.

Sooner or later you’re going to have to take the plunge; go slow, be safe and be prepared to learn the hard way.

2) Naïve baby

The naïve optimist has done some research and made the decision to dive into the dolce head first. They have set up a profile on a site like Seeking Arrangement and feel overwhelmed by the amount of responses they get.

Their zealous enthusiasm to get started often means they sell themselves short and accept low ball offers. Common utterances from the naïve optimist include; “£100 for a night of sex? – Count me in!” and “£1000 to meet ten times a month? – OMG, sounds great!”

It won’t take long until these people become disillusioned by the bowl and adopt a more practical approach.

3) There’s more to this than sex baby?

At some point every sugar will realise there’s a lot more to the lifestyle than simply spreading your legs and moaning a bit.

The main difference between escorting and sugaring is that escorting is primarily sex based whereas sugaring involves the entire relationship experience for the time you spend together.

These men want to feel loved, desired and cared for. You’re there for his convenience, his ultimate fantasy girlfriend; a confidant, companion, masseuse, chef, therapist, stylist, secretary and of course lover; he doesn’t want PMT and a gluten intolerance!

This can come as a bit of a shock to the system and is made immeasurably harder if you don’t genuinely enjoy spending time with your daddy.

4) Burn out baby

The lifestyle is stressful! Don’t believe me? Think about it; there’s the duplicity and lies you’re telling people, constantly maintaining and cultivating your sugar persona and minimising any hint of reality, making time to balance your sugar commitments as well as your everyday life, not to mention dealing with all the flakes, fakes and time wasters that continually crop up.

There’s no such thing as an ‘off’ day, you’ve got to forget your stresses and focus on your daddy and making him feel like a King; this can be exceptionally draining if you’ve got other things on your mind.

There will come a point where it gets too much and you’ll burnt out. You’ll walk away from the bowl and vow you’ll never come back. I’ve done it, and all the other sugar babes I know have reached that point too; most of us have returned but not everyone…

5) The real deal baby

You’ve found an arrangement that works for you, life is sweet!

6) Nothing lasts forever baby

Sadly, nothing lasts forever, even the sweetest arrangements will end eventually. You’ll be left to decide whether you can face going through it all over again…

montgomery de la cruz imagine: i miss the old u (#1)

Request: Can you make a Monty imagine/series (whatever u like) where Y/n and him are super close and then lots of stuff happen, Hannah dies, the tapes come out and whatever u like, but she keeps drifting away from him and pushing him away? Monty starts to notice and wants her back in his life? Thanks sorry this was so long xx

monty!” you squealed, running to your best friend (and boyfriend) and embracing him in a big hug.

“y/n, we saw each other two days ago.” he chuckles in your ear.

“i still missed you.” you smile, quickly pecking him on the lips.

you both were walking down the halls of liberty high, hand in hand.

“did you do mr. hankie’s homework?” monty asks, and you nod.

“can i have the answers please?” he begs, pouting his lips.

“s-” you were inturupted mid sentence by the PA system.

“students, it is with sadness that we inform you that this weekend, one of our students hannah baker. we are all saddened by her death, and send our condolences to her family. a memorial will be held in the gymnasium at 2:15.”

many people gasp, and looked extremely shocked. 

while you felt like you just got hit by a brick.

hannah baker was one of your best friends, and you were extremely close to her. her parents were best friends with yours, and you have known her your entire life.

“y/n?” monty says, snapping you back into reality.

“are you okay?”

“no.” you sigh, wiping your tears with the back of your hands, ruining your eye makeup. 

“shit babe, you look like a raccoon.” monty jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

“not the time, monty.” you roll your eyes, before heading to class.

you went home and you find your parents not at home.

slamming your backpack, you start to break down and cry.

thirteen minutes into your mental breakdown, a knock is heard on the door. you open it and find no one there, but when looking down, you notice a package.

picking it up, you tear it open, wondering what is inside.

inside, it contained cassette tapes, which you were positive you have never touched since you were 9 years old.

it also contained a map, which had pinpoints all over.

confused, you go to your bedroom and grab an old walkman, which you have had since you were a toddler. 

inserting the tape, you press play and nearly threw up when you heard who was speaking.

“Hey, it’s Hannah. Hannah Baker. That’s right. Don’t adjust your…whatever device you’re hearing this on. It’s me, live and in stereo. No return engagements, no encore, and this time, absolutely no requests. Get a snack. Settle in. Because I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you’re listening to this tape you’re one of the reasons why. I’m not saying which tape brings you into the story. But fear not, if you received this lovely little box, your name will pop up. I promise. Anyway, the rules here are pretty simple. - There are only two. Rule number one: you listen. Number two: you pass it on. Hopefully, neither one will be easy. It’s not supposed to be easy, or I would have emailed you an MP3. When you’re done listening to all 13 sides, because there are 13 sides to every story rewind the tapes, put them back in the box, and pass them on to the next person. Oh and the box of tapes should have included a map. I’ll be mentioning several spots around our beloved city. I can’t force you to visit them, but if you’d like a little more insight, head for the stars. Or you know, just throw away the map and I’ll never know or will I? You see, in case you’re tempted to break the rules, understand I did make a copy of these tapes, and I left them with a trusted individual who, if this package doesn’t make it through all of you, will release these copies in a very public manner. This was not a spur of the moment decision. Do not take me for granted. Not again.”

“hey y/n.” monty smiles, happy to see his girlfriend.

“hi.” you blankly reply, thinking about nothing but the tapes.

you stayed up until 5 am, listening to the tapes and thinking about them.

you didn’t eat, you didn’t drink anything. just listening to the tapes.

how could people have been so cruel to her?

why did she never tell you anything?

all these questions run through your mind, before you are brought back to reality and hear monty speak.

“i’m so sorry about hannah. it must suck.” he quickly says, trying to fill in the void of silence.

“yep.” you nod, walking to your locker and grabbing your books.

“are you okay?”

“i don’t know.”

a/n: so sorry this sucked!! i will be making a part two soon! requests are still open, so please request me things.

Hacked (Tim Drake x Reader)

Thank you @fellowintrovert for allowing me to use your Tim Drake dealing with a hacker head-cannon.

You manage to hack the batcomputer and help the batfamily. In order to meet you, they set up a competition and offer the winner job.

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You get home and begin to work on decoding the signal that is tagging off of Wayne Industries. It’s not new. Just subtle and has access to EVERYTHING. Maybe Mr. Wayne would hire you if you cut it off, or maybe it is from Batman.  If it is Batman could easily get in and send them some help. Maybe learn who they are and see if they can crack your personal coding fire walls.

You easily separate the signal that piggybacks the Wayne Industries security and find it is labels “Bat-security” making it quite obvious who it belonged to. Really original Batman…

After about an hour, and two cups of coffee, at keying away you get the password, Batword, to the feed which causes security camera feeds from all across Gotham to pop up on the edges of the screen and a window in the center with the bat symbol and a password box in the center. After trying the Batword password on this screen you pull up a new command prompt and tap away at the keyboard.

Another hour later, and another cup of coffee, you manage to not only get into the base files on the main system but open a chat box to a computer that is online. The files that you open, one by one tell you who is who (secret identities, past details, birthdays, allergies, and so forth). Before sending a message you turn on your personal firewall, glance at the video feed from the computer that you can watch all parts of, and get a devious plan.

How infuriating would it be to spend hours decoding a password, that will only allow him to message me back, and have it be his name.  


You key this in as the password and smile. Perfect. Now time to send him a message.

“Who would’ve thought the Wayne’s would be the Batfamily!? - :-)”  You type and quickly send.

The look on his face is totally worth it.

The next week you send him messages about others in Gotham. Then one day you send “Do you talk to the Kent’s much because I got to say their undercover thing kind of sucks. - :-)” This is just to prove you have full access to their database.

“I spent a whole week on that single code… the password was my name. How insulting.” You receive the message from him rather suddenly.

“Insulting? I could have major feelings towards you.” You retort.

“Well I hope you don’t.”

“Man, it must be all the coffee. Seven cups right? You look dead tired” You send a text. The look on his face is priceless. The shock and horror as he looks directly at his camera means he knows you can see him.

“Why are you doing this?” He asks, resuming his more chill and tired expression.

“Hmmm. Just wanted to test my skills, Batman has the best security in the hacker world.” You send back.  This is partly true, and it was fun.

“We will find you and put you to jail.” He threatens. WOW. Putting in jail because I know who they are? Not even asking how you managed this. But you did hack them. Kind of rude. Time for a distraction!

Not even ten minutes later you have a full map of Jokers weapons and arms deals.

“Cool! But here’s a map of where the Joker’s weapons are at, he’s not too good at hiding his footsteps on cyberspace” You send the message then the map.

“How do I know if this is legitimate.” He replies quickly. No love loss here.

“Because I’m trying to make you not follow my tracks, gotta throw someone under the bus. See you soon - :-)” You send a message then sign off so you can go to class. The weekend has ended.

The classes are all easy to you, but you need the degree to get a decent job for any company. The week goes by and in the afternoons you send Tim messages. Seems to you that he and the rest of the family appreciates your help, but Tim is annoyed by your existence. He’s discovered you have multiple IP Addresses all in Gotham and even asked which one is yous.  But no hints are given from you. Not even a code name.

That Friday the professor comes in and says he has exciting news. Strange because this is the most boring man ever.

“Mr. Wayne has announced that his company is holding a competition for who can break his code the fast. Whoever wins gets a top spot in his IT Department.” The professor announces. He then adds, “This is going to the three top colleges in Gotham.”

A competition. Really?

I could win something like that so easily. And I will. Talk about easy job grabbing. And they more then likely know it will be.

When home you message Tim, “A competition? Really? You know that I will win.”

“That’s the point.” He messages back.

“Don’t favor! If you wanted to know who I was you could’ve just asked.” You say teasingly. He has asked, and you just toyed with him. He’s fun to tease. What can you say.

“I think I tried that already.” Is the short response he gives to you.

“Oh yeah, huh. Well, see ya tomorrow.” I send and sign off.

The next morning you put on the basic winged eyeliner, mascara, and lip balm then put on your “No Talkee Before Coffee” T-shirt, jeans, and vans.  You sit down and when the timer starts you begin tapping away. Same system as the batcomputer, so it was no surprise that it only took you an hour to win the competition.

When Tim got up to see who you really were you could see he was shocked. You watched him walk down your isle looking you up and down. You can’t help but to smirk small at him.  Doubt he expected it to be a girl his age with long (h/c) hair put up into a messy bun.

He gave a nervous gulp as he went up to shake your hand. You could see the gulp as he did it. You politely shook his hand and leaned closer. “Why do you look so nervous Red?“ You jokingly whispered into his ear.

"You… look… not what a worldwide hacker usually looks like.” He stutters out nervously.

You cocked an eyebrow and giggle. You really can’t be offended because the poor boy looks like he got hit by a train or something. He’s clearly starstruck. "What does that mean?” You ask playfully.

“It means that Tim thinks your hot.” Dick appears behind him and shakes your hand. He has a amused smirk and You giggle as Tim blushes. "Thanks for all the help.“ Dick then adds with a smile before giving Tim a pat on the back and slightly pushing him towards you.

You can’t help but to blush a little yourself now.

"Sooo, does the winner get a kiss from the famous Drake?” Dick jokes and looks at you both.

"What? No…. at least not here.” Tim stutters at first then recovers as he says this. You blush even more.

“So… I get a kiss instead of jail time..?” You tease softly and this makes Tim blush.

Looks like you got yourself two jobs and a new friend.

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Game On│01

Spy!AU Jungkook x Rivals!OC 
Length: 6.8K 
Type: Mindless Fluff aka my specialty hehe
Warnings: May have angst in later parts; ments of weapons and violence, etc. 
Recommended OST: (x
(a/n): this wasn’t supposed to see the light of day until I finished all my other things but I figured I might as well post it because it’ll give me motivation to finish it T^T also… how long has it been since my pure pure fluff days? this part is realllyyyy just fluff hahah next part may have angst and action so stayed tuned bebs. As always comments and feedback is always appreciated. I must give credit where credit is due and say that this is loosely inspired by the Gallagher Girls academy, but mainly the concept of the academy and the mother as a headmistress, but other aspects are birthed from my fluffy ass imagination.

→Summary: “As the daughter of the headmistress, you’re not particularly impressed by the age old history of the academy, the stories turned bland since you spent most of your childhood hearing the tales as your bedtime story. In fact, you remain unfazed by most circumstances, but as luck would have it, these circumstances happened to exclude a certain golden boy named Jeon Jungkook.” 

Originally posted by jungkook-e


Aha, got him.

Trailing your eyes to from the receding figure to your cellphone, you can’t help but feel the corners of your lips tug themselves upwards.

Yes, this is how it should be. You had no reason to worry, even if it is a mission against his school today.

Rhythmic tapping of your fingers against the screen and your sneakers scratching against the pavement is all that is heard as you drift away from the scene, almost but not quite letting your guard down. You never let your guard down. Subtle vibration of the phone alerts you to the next step of the mission and you swipe your finger across the glass surface, expectant. A familiar robotic voice greets you,

“Hello, welcome to the final stage of your practical. Enclosed in locker 080604 between the intersection of 5th and 7th street you will find a package. Retrieve it. A carrier will arrive at exactly 12:00a.m. on Platform 4 from a train heading South. Deliver the package safely by 1:07a.m. and return to campus by the curfew of dawn. Best of luck.” by the time the voice is done speaking you’ve already thrown the device a few meters away from you where a tiny explosion can be heard. 


Sighing slightly, because you’re going to have to run this one, you’re sprinting towards the underground tunnels and away from the crowded streets of downtown, too preoccupied to notice the man in all black on your trail.

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You’re the Reason I Come Home (Part 2/2)

Summary: You and Bucky have been through a lot together. But when things become too much and Bucky breaks up with you, you find that you could lose him completely.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,800

Warnings: Language, slight mention of injury (nothing graphic), mention of death, slight depression, & OH GOD THE ANGST. (but stick with it, I promise)

A/N: This fic got a lot more recognition than what I was expecting, so thank you for that!! It’s almost to 300 notes now, so that’s pretty crazy for my first fic after hiatus. But I hope you guys enjoy this just as much (or even more) than Part 1, as this part is definitely my favorite. It was awesome to write & to be narcissistic, I kinda teared up a bit while writing the ending scenes. But I hope everyone enjoys this just as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

Originally posted by oursisthefvry

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Birthday sex

Hello, Love bugs.

a concept: B-day smut for Dan- Anon. Yo, fuck this. It’s almost my birthday. (Aug 18th) Birthday sex for us babes.

Dan X Reader 

Warnings- sex baby.

“Dear Y/N! Happy birthday to you!!!” You closed your eyes hard as you made your wish on your candles as you blew them out. “What did you wish for?” Dan said pressing a big kiss to your cheek.

“I can’t tell you! If I tell you it won’t come true.” You grabbed Dan’s face to plant another big kiss on his lips. You had asked him for a very simple birthday this year

“Can I guess what you wished for?” You thought for a moment before responding.

“Sure, But I will not give you any hints.” Dan sat closer to you on the floor beside you as he pushed the cake away from the edge.

“Did you wish for a boyfriend?” You gave Dan a look as he laughed. “Okay, ok, did you wish for a new home?”  

“Is something wrong with this place?” You said motioning to the space the two of you were sitting in. The two of you had just moved into your own little place a couple of weeks ago. It still had boxes in every room that still needed to be unpacked. But it had already started to feel like home for the two of you. It only had one bedroom but it ended up being the perfect place to create a home together.

“I think it’s missing something.” Dan pulled you in to run kisses up your jaw to your lips for a quick couple of kisses.

“I’m glad you mentioned that. I think we need a new rug for in here. This floor is freezing.” Dan scrunched his face at you before giving a little tickle to your ribs. “Or I have a better idea. Let’s eat some cake and then take a bath in the new tub. Then maybe, just maybe we have a few cuddles.” Dan gave you a smile as he pulled the cake closer to the two of you.

“So are we going to have reasonably sized pieces of cake or shall I slice this baby in half?”

“Slice it normally. If I eat half of a cake I might sink like a rock in the bath tub.” Dan rolled his eyes before cutting the cake into large but still reasonable sized slices.

The two of you had eaten the cake in a comfortable silence as the glow from the television lit the small room. If you were to look up pure bliss in the dictionary you would find this moment etched in it. As the two of you sat cuddled up in a ball of arms and legs your eyes started to feel heavy from the day’s events. Dan had made you a pancake breakfast that morning.Going full out he even tried to impress you with his flipping skills. Only two ended up being on the floor so the two of you considered it a win. He also went and got some little pastries from the shop you discovered when you first moved in after a particularly long day of box lifting. He was spoiling you today and there was nothing you could do to say otherwise.

After the two of you stuffed yourselves with breakfast Dan had announced that he was taking you to the London Zoo for the day. He even hinted that one particular animal may even wish you an extra special happy birthday. Once you got there and walked around for a while Dan tugged you along to the giraffe enclosure where one of the workers opened the back to where you could feed the giraffe’s right from your hand. You never wanted to leave as you had made friends with one baby giraffe who somehow made blue tongues adorable.

A full day at the zoo was enough of a birthday present for you but Dan had insisted that he was taking you out for supper. That’s when the two of you stood out perfectly like two sore thumbs in a fancy restaurant.The bunch of old people were not too fond to be looking at the young ones who were giggling. The end of the perfect day was some cake and a bath with some bubbles that smelled like vanilla.

You felt Dan’s hand run along your back as he came closer to whisper in your ear. “Shall we skip the bath and go straight to the cuddles in bed?” You let out a little breath as you contemplated your options.

“If I fall asleep in the bath will you make sure I don’t drown?” You could feel Dan let out a little sigh as he brought his lips close to your ear.

“Just this once. But don’t say I never do anything for you.” Opening your eyes, you kissed Dan’s smile before lifting your arms in the air. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m waiting for you to help me up.” Dan got up beside you before grabbing your hands in his.

“Needy little shit.” Even with this being said Dan still helped you to your feet and held your hand as the two of you made your way to the bathroom.

Once in the room Dan turned on the tub and put the bubbles in as you watched from the bathroom counter. It was always fun watching him draw a bath for the two of you. Between knocking everything over to find the bottle of bubble bath and the way he would measure the amount of soap perfectly, he was pretty cute to watch. Plus the faces he made as he touched the water to find the right temperature was always worth a giggle.

After Dan had finished he turned around to give you proper attention. His hands found their way from your knees to up the back of your shirt making little goose bumps appear from his touch. He always got a bit of a cocky smile on when he would feel your skin react to something as simple as him touching you. Dan pulled the top over your head leaving you in your bra to let the cool air brush against your skin.

Running a hand through Dan’s hair he leaned into your touch. As your fingers moved through the curls you pulled him closer to you. You had become quite fond of his new hair. He played with it a little less than he did when it was straight letting you know he really did enjoy his new look. You were taken back from your thoughts when you felt Dan’s lips press onto your collar bone. Dan had one thing on his mind and he intended to follow through with it.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He said almost trying to read your mind just from your facial features.

“Just thinking about how the bath is about to over flow.” Dan let out a swear before running over to the taps to turn them off before the bathroom flooded. “I love all the little teasing and what not but I think we should get in the tub before the water loses all its warmth.” Dan agreed undressing quickly before getting in the bath.

“Holy shit this bath is hot. Come on in. it’s perfect for two.” You nodded in agreement undressing yourself the rest of the way. Dan shifted back in the tub giving you enough room to sit in front of him in the bath.

The water was the perfect mix of hot yet not so scalding that you had to breathe through the adjustment period. Dan wrapped his arms around your torso to pull you tight into his chest.

“Thanks for the perfect birthday ever Daniel.” Dan left a few kisses on the back of your neck as he smiled into your skin.

“You’re welcome, love. I think there is only one thing that’s missing. An earth shattering orgasm.” You rolled your eyes as you let your head rest on his shoulder.

“I actually don’t think it’s necessary.” Dan gave a little scoff as one of his hands made its way to draw circles on your thigh as the other rested on your stomach to hold you down closer to him.

“Hmm. Do tell me when you think it’s all a bit unnecessary.” His left hand that had been drawing lazy circles started towards your sex to let his finger slide in between your folds letting his finger pad run quickly over your bundle of nerves. The little shock ran through your system making every sense in your body wide awake. Turning your head to the side you gave Dan’s neck a long kiss of appreciation.

“Well maybe if you do that again I would change my mind.” Dan let his fingers linger longer on your clit this time make sure to push little circles into it. You let out a little breathy moan you didn’t know you were holding in as you melted to Dan’s touch. You could feel every limb in your body feel slightly mushy with relaxation.

“I’m so glad I got you. Having a smart, funny, and beautiful girlfriend.It always seemed so far away from actually happening.” Dan continued whispering little nothings as his fingers explored. You were so caught up with the buzz in your brain that you had barely noticed one of Dan’s finger slip into you making sure to curl just slight enough to rub against that magical little spot. Dan continued on with him adding another finger while he put a bit more pressure onto your clit.

Who knew a hot bath and a little pressure on your clit could make a person melt? Apparently, Dan did because as his finger skillfully made your stomach do flips. Your back was arched letting the cold hit your nipples that were desperate for his touch. Both of Dan’s hands we occupied at the moment so you released a hand from his thigh to pull at the swollen nubs.

“Dan, I’m going to come.” Dan let out a little breath that was almost a chuckle. He loved to see you at his mercy like this. He was the one who could provide you with the release that was so desperately needed.

“Well then. Cum my love. Let go for me. I love to see you like this.” You didn’t need to be told twice as you came around Dan’s fingers. Squeezing him taking every wave you could take.

After you finally felt the last of the waves run through every nerve was hard not to have a bit of a buzzing brain. Dan’s orgasms were the best drug ever. He was your dealer and you were his very willing clientele.

“It’s not just the Orgasm talking when I say that I am madly in love with you.” Dan squeezed you tightly as you both found your natural rhythm of breathing again.”Thank you for my birthday.I think it defiantly makes top three.”

“I’m happy to hear that you enjoyed your day. Now, close your eyes Y/N. I will wake you in a few minutes.” You finally let your eyes close as you listened to Dan’s heartbeat under your ear. Perfect birthday indeed.

|| Homecoming ||

{summary: transferring to a new school at the start of your junior year holds many challenges, but befriending two kind boys by the name of ned leeds and peter parker along with his girlfriend, liz, makes things all the more easier for you.

that is, until peter shows signs of developing feelings toward you.}

guys, did you die after that trailer? because i did, and i felt sooo jealous of liz when she was about to kiss peter despite how sweet they looked together. this story is very self indulgent, i admit, but it was made because i adored the trailer so much [♥] that’s why i didn’t write anything yesterday, because i was sooo hyped for the trailer that i knew that seeing it would give me the inspiration to write something for peter ;w;

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @wavy-ley , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine**

final word count: 6,600+ (holy shit a new record for me for this website!!)

warnings: omg not another love triangle !! who will be endgame? who will it not break even for? find out under the cut!!


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The Robin and the Queen

Prompt: Part 4, the final part, of Damian’s Soulmark series, because Damian is the definition of prince charming.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

    You’re quite sure that your castle is the first in the world to have both a zeta tube and a bat-cave installed in it. The league converts an unused basement chamber into Damian’s new lair. It takes the words “man cave” to a whole new meaning, but you can’t really bring yourself to voice any concern about it. They’ll keep it a secret, and you have entirely too much to do in the meantime.

    You find the most days you and Damian stumble into bed at the same time. There’s a lot of paperwork involved with being queen, and you hadn’t even had your coronation yet. There’s a lot of people demanding your attention, and Damian was the worst. You found your husband was more than a little needy, and you quickly found ways to fill his days, since his nights were covered.

    The first thing you did was assign him as head of security. The guards were more than a little shocked, until one particular idiot challenged him and got thrown through a door. No one questioned the move after that. You find it funny how serious he takes his job. By the end of your first month in the castle the entire thing is wired with a modern security system, and many of the guards have been fired and replaced. He runs a tight ship, and you find many people are loathe to approach you in his presence. They call him the pitbull behind his back. It makes you giggle, because it fits; he’s incredibly loving to those he considers his, but fiercely protective and more than willing to protect his own.

    The night before your coronation he doesn’t go out on patrol. Instead he stays home, in your room with you. His voice is seemingly nonchalant, but you know there’s nervousness there, “Are you nervous about tomorrow?”

    You shake your head, “This is what I was born to do.” You turn to face him, “Plus I have you by my side.”

    He smiles, “You’ll make a wonderful queen.”

Your smile turns mischievous, “If anything, I’m worried about the baby.”  

He jack knifes in the bed, “BABY? You’re?”

You shake your head, “No, although I did get questions about it.”

He sinks back into the covers, “We’ve been married a month. We’ve known each other for three. Kids can wait for a while.”

You nod, “For a long while.”

Damian watches from the side as you’re crowned queen. His ear piece is silent for the first time that day, as the security channels are on radio silence. But as he watches that crown come down on your head, he’s certain of several things; one is that he loves you, two is that he’ll protect you, and three is that you will be the best queen the world has ever seen. And he will stay by you for the rest of his life.

House Party (Mark Lee x Reader)

Rating: PG

(A/N) Ay! Ay! Ayyyyyy! Ya girl is finally making her summer comeback and what better way to kick it off than to bless everyone with some Mark Lee?! I am beyond excited for this scenario, it’s fluffy…it’s hilarious (if I do say so myself). Prepare for some slightly (lol nah) tipsy adventures as Mark and you are invited to you first ever college house party! Hang on tight kiddies and enjoy!!!


Originally posted by blackgirlslovebts

Sure, Mark had reassured you numerous times that he knew what kind of party you were going to; said that he knew the people throwing it, that it was going to be small. But as you parked along the street of the glittering house whose lawn was strewn with toilet paper and beer cans, you began to doubt him.

All throughout the week, Mark had tried to beg and convince you to go with him to the party his older friends in college were throwing on Friday night. You’d come up with valid excuses, but Mark was persistent and was never one to give in.

“Come on, ______…,” he would whine, tugging on your fingers like he knew how much you enjoyed his attention.

You would blush and roll your eyes, “But there will be alcohol right? We could get in trouble…”

He’d stand in front of you with a frown, “______, you and I both know that wouldn’t be our first time drinking.”

Yeah, but that was at your house…”

And so the arguing would go on until you finally caved and told him you would go with him, as long as he would be with you the whole time. You didn’t know any of these people, and you’d heard enough horror stories to know that some people’s intentions weren’t always as pure as they appeared.

“Damn,” you heard Mark whisper from the driver’s seat, neck craning to look up all three stories of the bed and breakfast looking house. “Looks like it’s a frat house.”

“Is that guy naked…?,” you squinted up at a window to see the distinct backside of a boy.

“Well would you look at that,” he laughed, completely unfazed by the public nudity. “Johnny wasn’t wrong when he said these parties get crazy.”

You remained silent, sliding out of Mark’s car as he turned off the ignition and handed you his keys, winking at you, “Hang on to these for me?”

“Sure,” you nodded, blushing as you slid them into the handy pockets of your skirt. “So who’s party is this again?”

“It’s Johnny’s,” Mark grinned, walking with you up the steps of the house, which probably would look nice if it hadn’t been for all the toilet paper and cans everywhere.

“Have I met him before?,” you asked, wracking your brain for a face to the name.

“I don’t think so,” he said, knocking on the door. “I’m sure he’ll like you though.”

You nodded, the door whipping open suddenly as a rather tall boy leaned against the door frame, his hair falling into his eyes as he grinned, “If it ain’t my boy Mark! How’s it going, kid?”
They exchanged a hand shake, and clapped each other on the shoulder obnoxiously before the boy looked over at you, “And who’s this cutie, Mark?”

“Johnny, meet ______,” Mark smiled, nudging you forward. “_______, this is Johnny.”

You smiled, holding out your hand, “Nice to meet you-”

“C'mere,” Johnny grinned, obviously drunk as he clumsily pulled you into his chest. He spoke to Mark over your head in a sad attempt to whisper, “She’s a keeper, Markie. Wifey material.”
Mark was stuttering incoherently as you blushed, Johnny releasing you with a grin, “Go free, my little high school lovebirds. Drink to your hearts content, knock before going into rooms, and don’t let my boy Taeil sell you anything. Got it?”

Seconds later, the older boy had pulled the two of you into the chaos of the house head first. You instinctively laced your fingers with Mark’s, who looked down in surprise at your joined hands before meeting your equally shocked gaze.

You had to lean close to his ear in order for him to hear you, stuttering, “C-can I hold your hand? I don’t want to lose you.”

Mark looked down at you in reassurance, his grip tightening, “Of course you can.” He could tell you were nervous, knowing the moment you got alcohol in your system you would loosen up. “Wanna get something to drink?”

You nodded, thinking why the hell not. You were at your first college house party, might as well make the most of it. You allowed Mark to guide you through the crowd, the base thumping and rattling the windows as people danced and talked. The smell of smoke and something stinky was wafting through the air, people sitting on couches and smoking out of bowls and pipes as they faded into their high.

You gawked at everything, feeling completely overdressed in your skirt where other girls were wearing booty shorts, torn jeans, and low cut shirts. You looked down at your green croptop, which you earlier thought might have been too risqué. You laughed at yourself now as Mark tugged you towards a table with various bottles of hard liquor and plastic shot glasses.

Your eyes widened, but Mark looked over at you excitedly, “Wanna do shots with me?” He didn’t even wait for an answer, picking the closest bottle and pouring a generous amount in each cup before handing you one, “On the count of three?”

You grinned, remembering the first time you’d snuck some of Mark’s parent’s liquor when they were out. You’d done it like this too, it made you feel so nostalgic. You nodded, “On three.”

The two of you both counted down before knocking the shots back like champs, not without a fit of laughter and coughs afterwords. Unable to stop yourselves, you convinced each other to take at least two more before the effects started to kick in.

“Here,” Mark slurred, handing you a cup after pouring himself one. “It’s Jungle Juice. Whoever loses rock, paper, scissors has to drink.”

You pouted up at him, taking a step closer and grabbing his cheek, “Markie, you know I’m a lightweight, are you trying to make me throw up?” You felt so much braver when you were buzzed, and definitely touchier.

“Nuh-uh, _______,” Mark shook his head before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you even closer. Normally you would have been embarrassed and pulled away, but you actually leaned closer, smiling lazily as Mark grinned down at you, “Best two out of three?”

“Fine,” you said, holding out your fist as the two of you dueled it out.

You lost.

“Drink,” he smirked.

Mark lost.

“Tip it back, baby,” you grinned.

You lost.

“I win,” he whooped, spinning the both of you around. “Chug both of ours!”

Fine,” you exasperated, like drinking was a chore. In your clear subconscious you knew it was a bad idea, but drunk you wanted to impress Mark. So you tipped back your red solo cup full of Jungle Juice and coughed before Mark held his own drink to your mouth, his eyes homing in on your lips.

You came up feeling dizzy, resting your head on his shoulder as he swayed to the music, “Markie can we sit for a second?”

“Sure, want me to carry ya?,” he slurred, already picking you up through your protests. God was smiling down at you as Mark successfully plopped down on the couch, situating your legs across his lap as you leaned into the cushion.

You blinked heavily and held your hand out to Mark, “Hold my hand, please.”

“Why, I’m right here, _______,” he laughed, taking your hand anyway.

“You owe me, you big butt head,” you groaned, letting your head flop down on his shoulder, “It’s your fault I’m this drunk in the first place.”

He let his head rest on yours, and you swore you felt lips on your forehead, as he grinned, “You’re having fun though right? I only care about you having fun, ______, okay?”

You laughed and raised your head, the drunken truth spilling from your lips like a fountain, “Don’t say those things, Mark Lee! Sometimes I think you like-”

“_______! Mark!,” a familiar voice shouted, making the two of you look up as God interceded on your drunken behalf once again.

Someone collapsed beside you, and you had to squint before you realized it was Johnny. You felt more excited than you would have been, “Johnnyboy! Look, Mark, it’s Johnny!”

“Woah, Johnny, whatcha doin’ here?,” Mark laughed, high fiving the older boy.

“What’re you talkin’ bout,” he chuckled, taking a sip from his cup. “This is my party you drunk little punk.”

“Hey,” you said, eyes widening in realization as you leaned in towards Johnny. “You hugged me earlier!”

“Hey! So I did,” he grinned, running a hand through his hair. “You were so cute I couldn’t resist.”

From next to you, Mark shook your shoulder,  pouting, “I hugged you earlier too, ______…”

“Yeah, but Johnny hugged me first, Markie,” you explained, bopping him on the nose and tracing his bottom lip as he stared at you with wide eyes.

“Wanna ‘nother hug?,” Johnny interjected, pulling you away from Mark’s wounded expression.

You were confused as to why Mark looked so hurt, but quickly forgot as Johnny pulled you into his chest again, “You know, you don’t look like a high schooler, _______.”

“What?,” you said, quirking an eyebrow as you took another sip from your cup.

“Yeah, girl, all my friends think you’re hot,” Johnny grinned, pointing to an especially attractive looking dark haired boy with veins for days. “Especially Taeyong, wanna meet him?”

“Um,” you blinked, trying to process his words. “Sure?”

Johnny grinned and whistled, catching Taeyong’s attention as the other boy weaved in and out of people like a lion stalking his prey through the grass. For some reason, as Taeyong sat down, you felt nervous for the first time.

“Taeyong, this is ______. She’s Mark’s friend,” Johnny spoke into his cup as he took another gulp.

The new arrival turned his dark gaze on you as he smiled surprisingly sweetly, holding out his hand, “Hey, I’m Taeyong.”

You took his hand, “I’m _______, but Johnny already told you that.” You blushed and Taeyong smirked, he was intimidatingly attractive, almost unreal.

To your surprise he wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you closer, leaning in as he spoke, “Who did you come here with, baby girl?”

“I-I…,” you leaned away slightly, feeling like this wasn’t okay for some reason as you thought of Mark. “I came here with Mark.”

“Do you want to leave with him?,” Taeyong murmured in your ear, his hand wandering to the exposed skin of your thigh, tracing the hem of your skirt. “Or maybe…me?”

You stood up suddenly, wrenching yourself from his grip, “N-no, thank you. I need to find…” Who did you need to find? Why did it matter in the first place? Mark wasn’t your boyfriend, couldn’t you have fun with other boys?

Something didn’t feel right though.

You walked over to the drink table, feeling guilty as you took another drunken shot, knowing that you were already past your limit. You remembered Mark’s hurt expression and felt the need to find him. That’s who you needed to find, Mark.

You stumbled through the kitchen, finding yourself completely dizzy as you used the walls to support your weight while you walked. You called out for him, “Mark! Mark Lee! Where the hell are you?”

“You’re lookin’ for Mark?,” a boy with dyed orange hair and broad shoulders asked, taking a drag off a sketchy looking rolled cigarette.

“Yeah,” you squinted up at him as he looked down at you with a calm and amused expression. “Have you seen him? I need to say I’m sorry and give him his keys!” After saying that, you reached into your pocket and pulled out his keys, looking astounded at the fact they were there.

The older boy tucked them back into your pocket before taking you square by the shoulders and pointing to a screened door, “He’s on the porch acting emotional.”

“Thank you…,” you turned and waved at him, realizing you didn’t know his name.

“Doyoung,” he smiled, nudging you along. “Now go apologize to your friend and give him his keys. They’re kind of important.”

You nodded and stumbled slash fell through the door, startling Mark where he sat on the steps of the porch, “________?”

“Oh, Mark!,” you cried, collapsing on the ground as your legs gave out. Tears forming in your eyes as you crawled toward him, dizzy as can be. “Mark I need to tell you something.”

He didn’t seem all that mad anymore, rather amused actually, and maybe a little bit more sober than he was earlier, “And what’s that?”

You took his hand and kneeled in front of where he sat, eyes downcast as you murmured, “I’m…I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. I have your keys too…”

“What do you mean?,” he said, tilting his head at you apology as you unceremoniously dropped his keys in his lap.

Your slurred words sounded pitiful when combined with your disheveled apparence and pink cheeks, “When I said Johnny hugged me first and then you got upset.”

Mark blushed, his face turning red as he remembered why he had come out here in the first place, “O-oh, I-I…”

“Mark,” you spoke quietly, looking up at him and cupping his cheek so he had to look at you.

“I really, really like you. I like you more than a friend. Like a girl likes boy kind of like.”

“What?,” he was completely shell shocked that those words even came out of your mouth. “_______ you can’t be serious.”

Your vision began to blur because of the tears, “You don’t believe me? Mark, I’ve always liked you! And I would know I liked you if I was drunk or not.”

“You like me,” he said quietly, leaning towards you slightly, as if double checking he heard right.

You felt angry, grasping him by the front of his shirt and pulling him even closer, “Yes, you giant idiot!”

And like that, one moment you were yelling at him, the next he was kissing you sloppily, the alcohol in your systems preventing you from being properly coordinated. Your eyes spun with stars before they finally sunk close and you felt Mark’s hands come up to cup your face as you pulled him closer by his shirt. You could taste the shots you’d taken earlier with him, which made you grin against his lips.

He pulled away with a laugh, one of his laughs, “What was that for?”

“Nothin’,” you smiled, about to kiss him again before he stopped you. “What?”

“I like you too,” he smirked, seeing how surprised you looked.

“You do?,” you gasped, clambering up into his lap and taking his face in your hands. “You’re not messin’ with me?”

“Hmmm,” he simpered, contemplating his words as he pushed your hair behind your ear. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not…”

“Mark,” you whined, hitting him on his chest as he cackled again.

“I’m just joking,” he smiled, looking up at you through his drunken haze with adoration. “Can I kiss you again?” Seeing you still pouting, he nuzzled into your neck, “Please?”

You giggled as his hair tickled you, “F-fine!”

Mark smirked again, making your heart race as he captured your lips with more confidence this time, his hands grasping your hips softly as you kissed him back. It was like the loud music and people yelling inside had all but ceased to exist, the only sensation you felt through your drunken gaze was Mark’s taste, smell, and touch. You didn’t need anything else.

It felt like you’d been making out for hours, your lips feeling bruised from where Mark had been sneaky enough to bite them. Said boy pulled you to your feet and took your hand, “Wanna get some more to drink? Or maybe we can dance?”

Standing up so suddenly, you felt winded and nauseous, your head spinning as you gulped, “Count me out.”

“Should I ask someone where the nearest bathroom is?,” he grinned, hiding his snorts behind his hand while you bent over to catch your breath for a second. “I’ll even hold your hair back for you, if you want.”

“Shut up.”

A/N I’ve requested other people to write this before, before I had my own account, but I decided to give it my own touch! For some reason, I love the idea of this. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Klaus finds the reader, who just got turned, in shock after killing someone for the first time.

Warnings: blood and death

Klaus Mikaelson

You were cowered a few feet away from the body you had just sucked dry, the body of the man you killed.

You were a recently turned vampire, even though you never wanted to be one. You had been killed by an enemy of your group of friends, but unknowingly to them, you had vampire blood in your system that had healed you after getting severely hurt. You had gotten hurt more times than you can count, but that was to be expected as your friends were the vampires and werewolves of mystic falls, and since you knew the originals and had caught the eye of the well known hybrid, you were an even bigger target.

You sat there on the forest floor with blood covering the bottom half of your face, your body, and clothes in shock. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know if you should tell someone and you didn’t know how to clean the mess up.

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“Frozen in the Dark” - Oneshot

“Frozen in the Dark” - Oneshot

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Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 2,153

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing, Panic Attack Type Thing, Past Trauma (Hydra Stuff),

Summary: Reader has powers similar to Bobby in the X-Men movies, and is afraid of the dark thanks to Hydra. When there is a storm and all of the power goes out in the Avengers tower, her and Tony get closer.

Originally posted by unchartedghoul

Author’s Note: So this is my first Tony Stark x Reader piece! I randomly got the idea and decided to write it and run with it! I hope you enjoy! This isn’t beta read, so I’m sorry for any errors.

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! I am taking requests. And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!


- DreaSaurusREX

Tags: @goodnightwife @avengersimaginings

It’s been about a year since you joined the Avengers. Well, sort of. You were still in training. Your hand to hand combat as well as your weapons training were pretty much complete and up to the team’s standards. It was your special abilities that caused a problem. You had the ability to manipulate ice and colder temperatures. You have been working on controlling it, but you haven’t been able to completely get it together. Last week, you lost it and froze half of the hangar.

This inability to control yourself led to multiple mental breakdowns. The only people who could calm you down were Wanda and Tony. Wanda had to use her power most times, but Tony was able to just be him and help. You had always been interested in Tony, and you could even say that you were in love with him. But you figured he wouldn’t go for someone like you. You’re not his usual type of woman, why would he change?

The entire team had to go out on a week long mission. Tony stayed back though. Wanda was for sure needed, but he wanted to be home with you in case something happened. The team agreed and left you and Tony in the Tower.

Everything was going smoothly this week. You had been able to do some personal work, worked out a bit, and even got some training in with Tony. Control was still a struggle, but you didn’t breakdown since Tony was right there to help. The week seemed to speed by. That is, until the storm hit. You had seen the weather forecast for a couple days before Saturday night. You knew it was going to be a bad storm, but you didn’t think it would get as bad as it did.

You were working on cleaning your room while it rained. It had been something that you’d been putting off for awhile. You were working on folding some clothes when the power completely shut off. It was dark outside, so not a lot of light was coming from your window. It was so dark. It became difficult to breathe and you could feel yourself shaking.

No no no no no.” You backed into the corner of your room and slide down the wall. “FRIDAY! Help!” You just about screamed to the AI system.

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Like A Hurricane

Summary: Bucky goes out to a bar and bumps into a familiar face from his days with Hydra.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader (from Bucky’s perspective)

Challenge: Hurricane by Luke Combs, by @yellowtheremarvelfan

Word Count: 5,580

Warnings: Smut, oral (of both kinds), unprotected sex

Originally posted by bellamyblakesgun

“We were meant to see this in the theatre,” Steve told Sam as he slipped the Forbidden Territory DVD into the player. Bucky smirked to himself from the kitchen as he poured the popcorn into a bowl. It was something from his past he’d only recently remembered – so of course Steve went out of his way to get hold of a copy of the original movie. The apartment he shared with Steve was small, so Bucky didn’t need his amplified hearing to hear Steve’s retelling of the story. “Except Buck ran into a couple of gals going to see The Gay Divorcee.”

“So you went and saw the Gay Divorcee instead,” Sam said, filling in the gaps.

Bucky returned with the popcorn in hand and sat down on the couch cushions they’d thrown on the floor. “Not quite,” he laughed.

No, because we only had money for two tickets and Bucky over here offered to buy the girls’ tickets for them.”

“Hold on a minute. You’re telling me you paid for some chicks to see a movie by themselves? Smooth move.” Sam shook his head, hand diving into the popcorn bowl as Forbidden Territory started to play.

“I told them we were gonna get popcorn and meet them in there. Me and Steve used to break into the movies all the time when we were kids. Just slide in through the fire exit, no one noticed.”

“Except they’d gotten wise to it by then. We bust the door open to find a security guard standing right in front of us.”

“He chased us half a mile. Only stopped ‘cause Steve had an asthma attack and the guy felt bad.”

Sam drowned out Steve arguing with Bucky about the ‘real’ reason they stopped getting chased, because he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He paused, popcorn halfway to his mouth. “It’s Natasha,” he interrupted. Suddenly Steve and Bucky were on high alert, movie forgotten. “It’s Clint’s last night before he goes back to the farm. She wants to go out for drinks.”

“All of us?” Bucky asked, his mouth dry.

“Yeah, you too Tin Man.”

Sam showed them the text: Can you drag the dinosaurs out of extinction for one night?

There was a tense moment as Steve and Bucky stared at each other. Forbidden Territory bumbled on forgotten in the background. “Clint’s the one with the bow right?”

“Yeah, he was on our side.”

Fuck. That meant Bucky owed him. He peered over at Sam’s phone, scrambling for an excuse. “Could’ve been a mistake. Maybe she meant dinosaur. Singular.”

“Nat?” Sam laughed. “You think she’s ever made a typing error in her life? Seriously.”

Bucky knew it wasn’t a mistake. Sam was right, Natasha Romanoff didn’t make mistakes. He knew how meticulous she was because he remembered training her back when he was the Winter Soldier.

He’d trained her alongside you. Or more accurately, he’d watched you getting your ass kicked.

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Justin was a white, thin, conservative racist. Your run of the mill douchebag. And he was kneeling in front of me. 

“I heard that you could…” he stuttered, “M-make me strong.”

It was amusing to see this alpha male on the ground before me. “Of course I can. You want to be hot, huh?”

“I want to be bigger. I want to be muscular like the rest of my guys,” he said. He wasn’t too bad as he was, hosting a tight sick pack and thin but muscled arms. But I could see it in his desperate gaze that he wanted something different. 

“Say no more,” I said with a wave of my hand. “Of course, there will be a price to pay.”

“Huh? Wait, I-” it was too late at this point. The changes were already beginning to take their hold as he collapsed onto the floor, his vision blurring. 

“You know, I’ve heard a lot of what you’ve had to say.”

“Wha- what are you doing to me?” He gripped his temples, the details and musculature of his face realigning into a more masculine visage. His hair grew dark, the blonde draining into black as it shortened and cropped itself closer to his face. “Nngh, uh… what’s… what’s happening… ungh…”

“You’re pretty racist,” I told him, “I’ve heard what you’ve said about some of our classmates. Maybe it’s time for you to have a change of heart.”

“H-uh…” he couldn’t stop grunting, his shorts sporting a stiff, noticeable bulge. “Stop it… please…”

“Oh but it feels so good, doesn’t it? Maybe this will make you think twice before you call someone a jap or a chink.” 

He began humping the air in front of me as his struggling voice transitioned into a prolonged moan. His eyelids shifted as his nose grew rounder at the bottom and his vision went entirely blurry. He couldn’t even see his skin take on a different hue as his thin blonde hairs receded back into his body. 

“St… op… oh yeah,” pre-cum began to wet the material of his gym shorts. “Why do I… feel so… unngh, good…”

Muttering on as he tensed and writhed on the floor, I watched the transformation move down his neck, his shy collarbones growing bolder beneath his flesh as two hefty pecs began to inflate across his chest. His nipples swelled, bigger and more sensitive, the muscles of his breast creasing and expanding until they pushed up two mounds for a set of shoulders. Then, his veins hot with some strange desire, his biceps started to tear on his skin until they emerged as two full and solid creations. Even his once slender forearms had become taut and wrapped with strength, just like his hands which transformed from girlish twigs to fat, manly things. Every part of his body exuded masculinity. A scent seemed to emerge from him, too, a musty and hot smell like shoes worn in for too long or an overused t-shirt.

“I told you there was a price,” I said, watching the transformation approach his crotch, “and part of it is what’s going to happen to your sex drive…”

Beneath a stretched set of impenetrable abs popping from stomach, his dick grew so heavy and tall it tented the whole of his shorts until it throbbed free of them and grew towards his obliques. It was so red and tense, ripped with vein, cum seemed to be fighting to get out. He moaned louder as his thighs rounded and his feet ripped free form the confines of his shoes, stinking and huge.

“All that testosterone is going to shock your systems. Might make you horny forever, depends on your control,” I looked down at him mindlessly thrusting beneath me, “but it seems you’re not too controlled, huh.”

“How did I… how…” his eyes snapped into focus as a pair of glasses materialized from nowhere upon him. His mind, so dulled by the sensations pulsing through him, couldn’t even manage to wonder how they got here. His thoughts couldn’t even take shape, fading into a lustful haze until they reemerged just faintly in some other language, “どのように私は、これは巨大な手に入れました?”

“Oh I forgot you can’t even understand me anymore…” I pulled the man, much taller than me now, to his feet so he could look in the mirror before us.

He made a shocked expression that turned to a dumb horniness as he admired his new body, staring at his new Japanese features. Justin, somewhere, was screaming in horror at his new Asian appearance but he quickly surrendered to… to… Shinji. That’s right. Just dumb and huge and horny.

I handed him a measuring tape to examine himself with. He was infatuated, obsessed with the glory of his new body. It wasn’t long before he removed his old clothes, flexed in the mirror and then turned his lust to me. I felt his body, its huge weight atop me, pinned down by the titanic masculinity on top of me. He muttered something in Japanese with gave a dumb grin and I could tell any remnants of the old Jason’s panic had turned into total, disgusting libido. That’s he had now, and all he would ever have. Just his own huge sex toy body.

~‘MOVE’ Your Body With Mine~

Word count: 1861 Rating: smut

You studied your own figure intensely in the mirror, making sure every little move was perfect before you showed the new choreography to Taemin. You had been his backup dancer for so long, it felt incredibly weird suddenly having to stand in front of him and not behind him; your heart beating faster at the thought. You deeply admired Taemin - both for his breathtaking abilities as an artist,  but also for being a compassionate and gentle person in general. He was always kind to those around him and never complained, unlike many other artists you had worked with.

In the beginning you had found it hard to keep up with everyone else; partly because you hadn’t trained as long as the others but also because the way he moved at practice had you mesmerized and in awe every time you tried to focus. You quickly learned to focus on your own reflection and movements, instead of letting yourself be hypnotized by every body roll and hip thrust he so perfectly executed. Unfortunately, you couldn’t use that method this time, as your job was now to keep a close eye on him, looking out for even the smallest mistakes and instructing him.

To say you were shocked when they asked you to choreograph his new song would be an understatement - you could have sworn you forgot to breathe for a full ten seconds. Day and night you had found yourself in the practice room at SM, perfecting every move and making sure it all worked together and fit with his concept. Even when your legs felt like they were going to give in, you kept going out of fear of seeing disappointment in his eyes when you showed him what you came up with. Today was judgement day; the day he’d finally see your choreography. Although you were happy with your result, you couldn’t help but be filled with worry; the moves you had incorporated was sensual to say the least, and you wasn’t sure you’d be able to take your attention off of Taemin doing them.

‘’Y/N, you’re already here’’ a sweet voice beamed from the end of the room.

You had been so lost in your own head, you hadn’t even noticed Taemin entering the room with a big smile planted on his face. You turned around, a little too quickly, and bowed slightly, not really knowing what to do with yourself. The two of you had talked on several occasions, but it was never more than casual smalltalk or dance discussions, so being in a room alone with him threw you completely off guard. Taemin stretched his arms above his head, which caused his sweater to lift, revealing his pale and toned stomach to you. You quickly averted your gaze, trying to regain some professionalism, not daring to wonder what Taemin might think of you if he knew how affected you got by his mere presence.

During your inner struggle he had walked over to you, a hand now waving in front of your face to draw you back to reality. He laughed when a small whimper escaped you due to the shock of him suddenly being so close.

‘’Earth to Y/N-’’ he smirked ‘’-I’ve been looking forward to seeing what you’ve come up with. Wanna get started?’’

Being at a loss for words, you simply nodded and made your way to the sound system. Before pressing play, you turned around and put on the most professional attitude you could muster. ‘’I’m thinking i’ll just show you the entire thing first, then you can come with notes if you want anything changed.’’ He nodded and walked to the back of the room, eager to watch.

You pressed play and suddenly ‘MOVE’ filled the entire room and enveloped your body in its sensual rhythm. You took your place on the middle of the floor, took a deep breath, and then started moving to the beat - Taemin’s gaze feeling heavy on your body. Your hips began moving slowly from side to side, and as if the song gave you extra courage, you dared looking at Taemin in the reflection of the mirror to catch his reaction. This was only the beginning but his eyes had already widened significantly, and he was studying your every movement intensely, which caused your face to heat up and a shiver to run down your spine.

By the middle of the song the room felt like it was on fire. With every new movement Taemin’s gaze grew darker and your breath got heavier. The song had managed to fully engorge you and you no longer felt embarrassed or held back; you felt the song and his hungry eyes on you. You had no idea how a simple song and dance could have this effect on the both of you, but you surely wasn’t complaining, and clearly neither was Taemin.

When you were nearing the end of the song, it suddenly dawned on you just exactly what you were doing, and slight panic rose in you. Maybe you had made the dance too sensual? Perhaps his hungry gaze was merely your own wishes, causing you to see things that weren’t there? You closed your eyes and focused on finishing, suddenly wishing the song lasted longer so you could avoid confrontation. When the room fell silent you didn’t dare to open your eyes. It wasn’t until you felt a strong hand on your shoulder your eyes fluttered open, and you were immediately met with sight of Taemin’s handsome features mere inches away from your face. A ragged breath escaped your throat as he tightened his grip on you.

‘’That’’ he whispered, his voice thick with desire. Maybe you hadn’t just imagined it after all. ‘’I’m glad you liked it’’ you stammered in response, still flustered by him being so close. A smirk grew on his face as he moved his hand from your shoulder to your waist.

‘’You made the dance sensual on purpose, didn’t you? I wonder if it was because you needed me to see you like this,-’’ he moved even closer, so close his lips were just barely touching yours ‘’-or if you just wanted to see me move slowly and sexually’’. As he spoke he began slowly grinding his hip into yours, and you couldn’t help but whimper in response. You didn’t dare telling him that both his guesses were correct, although it was kind of obvious. You desperately wanted him to kiss you, hell, you wanted him to just have his way with you, your mind being to clouded with desire to care about anyone walking in and catching you in the act. Your breath grew heavier with your growing arousal, and based on the hard bulge you felt against your leg, you could only assume Taemin felt the same way.

‘’You know, I think I might need to see the beginning again, just to make sure I fully understand’’ he muttered. You instantly picked up on his intentions and closed your eyes while beginning to rotate your hips against his, much like the dance. Taemin groaned at the friction against his growing erection, and moved his hands behind you to grab your ass and pull your hips harder against his. You couldn’t fight the moan that escaped you as soon as Taemin captured your lips in a hungry kiss, that instantly warmed your entire body. It felt like hours went by with the two of you simply moving against each other and dancing with your tongues; the outside world being long forgotten.

One of his hands moved up to your head to tread his fingers in your hair, pulling you slightly back to deepen the kiss. The other was slowly making its way down past the waistband of your black sweatpants and then your already drenched panties.

‘’You long i’ve wanted this’’ you moaned in between kisses, not wanting to let go of his soft lips.

‘’As long as I have, I imagine’’ He groaned in response, pulling away ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of your face, which was drowned in pleasure.  He removed his hand from your hair and slipped it under your shirt, cupping your breasts and feeling them with such a patience and precision that it was almost like he was trying to memorise their shape and softness. Without warning he pressed two fingers inside your heated core causing you to arch your back in pure bliss. Your own hands found their way down to work on his zipper, freeing his now fully erect member. You rested your forehead against his as you started moving your hand up and down in a slow and steady rhythm, both of you having your eyes closed, merely basking in each others presence. His moans were sweeter than any song you had ever heard, and they mixed perfectly with yours, creating a beautiful symphony of pleasure.  

After a while of this you felt a knot starting to form in your stomach, signifying the nearing of your release. In that moment it felt as if you and Taemin were the only people on the planet, your two bodies chasing their release together like that was their only purpose. He cautiously started rubbing your clit, and you caught yourself gasping because of the sudden sensation. You couldn’t recall how all of this had happened so rapidly; you couldn’t understand how he had returned your desire all along; but most of all, you couldn’t grasp just how amazing your entire body felt with his touch. You finally dared to open your eyes, and seeing his face covered in pure ecstasy made you pick up your tempo, dedicated to making him come along with you.

With one last thrust of his fingers you clenched around him and moaned his name loudly, not giving a damn if anyone heard you. Not long after, Taemin followed and covered your hand in his cum while burying his head in your shoulder to muffle his groan. For a while you both just stood there trying to regain your breath, but the sound of quickly approaching footsteps outside the room threatened to expose the two of you. You both made quick work of your clothes and found something to wipe your hands with, barely regaining composure before the door was flung open by Taemin’s manager - his eyes scanning you both questioningly.  

‘’You two getting any progress done?’’ he asked.

Taemin shot you a quick glance, a glimmer of something loving yet teasing in his eyes.

‘’Actually, I think I might need some time to learn this dance. Would it be possible to find room in my schedule for more practice?’’ He inquired, faking innocence. While he managed to fool his manager, you knew that his intentions were anything but pure. You smiled to yourself at the thought,  trying to hide it behind your hand, not wanting to make the other suspicious.

You had no protest to his request though - you were totally whipped for that man and the mere thought of his lips against yours made your core tingle all over again.

(A/N Taemin has me totally whipped too, MOVE is a piece of art ;w;.. anyways, hope you enjoyed this little fic! Don’t hesitate to send requests! <33)


I thought I had a vivid dream, but no. It actually happened. GUYS.

(note: this is all platonic.)

I think I’m getting a cold, right? I’ve been coughing for a few days, steadily getting worse. Yesterday, my throat hurt a bit and I was a little stuffy. So I took some nighttime cold and flu. And I’m laying in bed, and my roommate and I are talking from opposite sides of the room. And I say:

“UGH! I just want to cuddle someone, but I don’t want to get anybody sick!”

And she says, wait for it:

I have a strong immune system”

I was so hopped up on Nyquil and so shocked that I had no idea what she said at first. So she continues.

“Do you want to cuddle?”

Me: Do you want to cuddle?
Her: Do you want to cuddle?
Me: But do you actually want to cuddle or-
Her: Yes.
Me: …….okay


I was like almost asleep when she said, “Are you wearing your wrist things?”

Me: “Huh?”
“Your wrist things.” (I have carpal tunnel and wear wrist braces to bed)
Me: No… *sounding guilty*
Her: You should wear them.
Me: *sleepy and hopped up on nyquil* *buries face into shoulder* no
Her: I’ll get them for you. Where are they.
Me: I don’t want to….
Her: I don’t want your hands to hurt. You should wear them.
Me: But I don’t want to….
Her: Please? I don’t want your hands to hurt. 
Me: …..okay
Her: Where are they?
Me: *struggling to talk* Uh… in the- in the- the top drawer- the top drawer- the top drawer of the- the blue thing- the dresser- the blue dresser- the thing in the middle- the blue- the blue- the top drawer
Her: These things? *holds one up*
Me: *grabs at general direction because my vision sucks* *finally finds it* Yeah… There’s two- er- there should be two…
Her: *hands me the other one*

And I don’t remember much after that. Except I woke up early in the morning to find myself alone in the bed and was still really tired and out of it and was like “did that actually happen??”

Later I told my roommate that, and she was like “You looked uncomfortable, so I came back over here” and I DIED 

So yeah. Last night was adorable, and I’m still not totally sure it happened. 

(Also, I’ll post about this experience later, but I also told her about this blog and stuff while I was hopped up on Nyquil so she knows and I’m not sure how I feel about that. But she cuddled me knowing this so I guess it’s okay :)