100 Reasons Why

Hit the Showers - Fred Weasley

Title: Hit the Showers Pairing: Fred x Fem!Slytherin!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Dirty talk, unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of blow jobs, semi public Summary: No one disrespect’s Fred Weasley’s girlfriend, except for well, him. A/N: for the anon who wanted something to do with the fight in OOTP where 3 people have to hold fred back coupled with my recent obsession with Fred and a Slytherin girlfriend!! Feedback is always welcome! Tags: @hufflrpuffforfred​ @wand3ringr0s3​ @whiz-bangs78​ @gcdric​ @starlightweasley​ @allforthexgame​ @pigwidgexn​

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“Fuck off Malfoy,” Y/N sneers as she stalks off the pitch towards the changing room. They’ve just been annihilated by Gryffindor, and all Y/N wants to do is hit the showers and let the warm water wash all of her stress away. But of course, Draco is giving her a hard time.

“They have a Weasel as their keeper, how hard could it be to score?” Draco shouts as he follows behind her.

Despite Draco’s comments, Ron was actually a pretty decent keeper, especially for his first game. At the beginning he let every shot in, but as the game progressed he got infinitely better, and ended up blocking every one of Y/N and the other chasers goal attempts. “What about you, asshat?” she asks, unable to help herself. “Maybe if you weren’t so busy harassing Potter you would have managed to catch the snitch for once in your fucking life!”

Draco jogs to catch up to Y/N and stands in front of her, blocking her path to the changing room. “Oh shove off, Y/N. Catching the snitch is the hardest part of the game, you know that. All you have to do is catch and throw a ball.”

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I’m In Love With A Dumbass

Summary - Dean Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N hate each other’s guts. What happens when they have to spend weeks together due to a hunt? Will the hate only grow or will things take a turn in a direction none of them anticipated?

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Female!reader

Warnings - SMUT 18+, Unprotected sex (y’all are better than this), Oral sex (f receiving), grinding, fingering, making out, fluff, angst, language. Please tell me if I’m forgetting something!

Word Count - 5572

A/N - Written for the lovely @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone as she recently hit 5k followers!! Big congratulations once again!!🥳🥰

I had an awesome time writing this and it was fun to write enemies-to-lovers trope for the first time. The gif I got cannot be posted or tumblr will flag my post. 😬 Thank you for hosting this challenge and letting me be a part of it. ♥️♥️♥️

Beta’d by the absolutely awesome, @msmarvelouswinchester . A big thank you my Chan!!!😘

Please tell me what you think about it.

FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!!

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Dean Winchester was pissed. He was annoyed, frustrated and furious and every other feeling that came along with it. But mostly, Dean Winchester was done. He was done with Y/N Y/L/N. He was done with this hunt that had kept stretching on. Because that meant he had to spend more time with her. 

Dean Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N were hunters, who were currently hunting a pack of werewolves for the last three weeks and two days all over the States because little brother Sammy had gotten hurt on their last hunt and was left behind to rest peacefully in the bunker, away from her! 

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Library (Loki x reader)

Request: Anon asked,  Hi I saw that requests were opened, so can you plz write something with Loki x a very flirty (and kinda dirty minded) reader ending in smut? Thank you in advance!

Warnings: Smut, NSFW Images, 18+, Oral, female receiving, Unprotected sex, 

Authors Note: I added a little plot to this just because my literature self can’t just jump into a story so yeah haha, enjoy love. PSA, no gifs belong to me, rightful credit to owners. 

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Lead Me Into Temptation

Pairing: Father!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Father Winchester didn’t know what to expect when he showed up here. He also didn’t know what he had gotten himself into when he agreed to bring her back to her parents. He certainly didn’t expect that it would lead him down a road full of temptations.

Warnings: NSFW, lap dancing, grinding, dry humping

WC: 2597

A/N: This is a re-post. It has two parts but I only edited the first one for now.

“Hey, Y/N. There’s someone asking for you,” Jo announces.

Her co-worker has just finished her routine and walks into the dressing room in nothing but a thong and her high heels.

Y/N freshens up her makeup after her set and is about to get ready to face the people and make her rounds. She finishes applying her lipstick, presses her lips together before she asks, “Who’s asking for me?” 

She kind of hopes that it would be one of her regulars. Maybe Jack, because that dude pays extra all the time and he pays for access to the champagne room on a regular basis. She sure could use the money because her rent was due two days ago and she couldn’t make the deadline. Thankfully she could convince her landlord to wait with the collection until after the weekend. She hopes that she can make enough to at least have some extra cash for other necessities, too.

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STUFF EM IN MY BRA AND TAKE THEM WITH ME

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brat pt. 2; L. L.

pairing; president!loki x female reader

a/n: this is for my fic extravaganza, but also a part two to brat since people loved it so much :)

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part one part two

summary; you never thought it would happen, but it did. You’ve ran back into the man that made you tremble.

18+ MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: mean!loki. slight dubcon. unprotected sex. spitting. slapping. choking. cave sex. name calling (whore...slut…cockslut).

word count; 1.5k

Anywhere. You wish to be anywhere but here. Running for your life through the barren field of the Void. Trying to run for your life from Alioth as the storm clouds rage on behind you.

You found a mobile home to reside in only a couple days into your trek.

With no one in sight, it became your home. That was until Alioth made its way towards you once more and you abandoned the rusty home.

‘There’s surely another place to hide,’ you told yourself constantly, but the creeping monster getting close to devouring you made that possibility seem less likely.

Just up ahead, you notice a reflection of green. A smokey substance and green which you could only equate to Loki. You know it’s a portal...a way out.

But did you want to see him again?

Better yet, what Loki was it?

You only had a scuffle with the one who declared he was once a President in his timeline and the remnants of his filthy words still struck a chord within you.

But if you don’t take the leap into the portal, there’s no telling if you’d be able to outrun Alioth for much longer.

So with a deep breath, as you near the swirling green magic, you let yourself walk through it.

You stumble into the new location and hear nothing but a slow clap echoing off the walls of the cave you found yourself in.

“You’ve arrived! How nice.”

His voice pierces through you and you turn to meet Loki’s gaze as he smiles down at you.

“Loki,” you deadpan, noticing how his ‘vote for me’ pin is missing.

“What happened to the pin?”

You point at his jacket and he looks down.

“That’s what you have to say to me? Come on darling, I haven’t seen you in ages and you want to ask me about my pin,” he says, his annoyance even more apparent as he unbuttons his suit jacket, swiping a palm over his face.

You sigh, “how did you know to help me?”

He smirks, laughing to himself.

“I kept an eye on you.”

“You stalked me,” you clarify, sighing before turning to walk away.

Loki grabs your wrist, pulling you against.

“I wanted you to be safe, little one,” he whispers harshly, small specks of his spit hitting your face.

“You’re a fucking jerk, Loki,” you sneer and he just smiles, further pushing your anger at him. Part of you wanted to piss him off, see if he’d actually fuck you this time.

But the other part of you did not want to give in to him again. You’re not sure if you’d be able to stay away from Loki if things escalated once more.

“I was hoping you’d learn. I didn’t want you to die. Then I wouldn’t be able to fuck that cunt,” he says, annunciating each word in his entrancing voice.

Your breath hitches and he catches it, leaning his face down to brush his lips on yours.

“Would you want that?”

You nod, ignoring the warnings in your head, whimpering lightly as he kisses the corner of your mouth.

Loki trails his kisses to your ear, his hand leaving your wrist to hold the back of your head.

“I’m gonna ruin you, little one,” he teases, pressing a kiss below your ear before pulling away.

“Take all your clothes off,” he orders, leaning back against the cave wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

Hesitantly, you strip for him. The air is a bit chilly, but his cold stare is what makes you shiver. Once you’re fully naked for him, he beckons you over, one hand gripping your jaw to keep your gaze on him.

“Let’s see if you’re a good slut for me this time, hm? You were nothing but a fucking brat last time I saw you.”

He forces your mouth open, with no fight from you, leaning down and spitting directly on your tongue. You know he wants you to swallow it as he stares expectantly, his hand loosening on your jaw to allow you to do it yourself.

But you simply can’t help it.

Loki doesn’t expect you to do it, so the shock that overcomes him as you spit back at his face makes you feel...powerful.

You smirk at him as he wipes the spit off of his face, his jaw clenching as his eyes find yours.

His hand finds your neck in a quick motion, spinning the two of you around so your back is against the wall, the rock scratching at your skin uncomfortably.

“Fucking whore, couldn’t be good for me?”

He laughs darkly, squeezing at your neck. His smile deepens when you moan from it.

“I think you’ll always be a pathetic brat,” he spits at you, hurriedly undoing his pants and pushes them down.

Loki hikes your leg up around his waist, dropping his free hand to run through your folds as he tightens his grip on your neck.

“And you’re soaked, of course you are. You’re lucky I’m even gonna give you my cock.”

You whine and he grins devilishly, slapping the head of his cock against your clit.

“My bratty little whore must be so happy. Finally get to feel my cock,” he groans out, teasing his cock inside of you, then pulling out.

“Tell me, little one. Tell me how much you want it.”

It’s hard to get your words out and you begin to stammer out a response, but it’s not quick enough for Loki. His hand leaves your throat to slap you across the face, your cheek stinging from his force.

“Can’t even speak? What happened to that mouth of yours?”

Before he could slap you again, you whimper out, “yes, I-I want it Loki. Want your cock so badly.”

He chuckles, “give me more than that, darling. I know your mouth can get filthier.”

You sigh, tilting your head back against the wall as his hand snakes up back to your neck. Loki teases his cock at your entrance once more, coating himself in your slick.

“I want you to fuck me hard,” you start.

“Go on,” Lok smiles, pushing the head of his cock into you.

“I really need it. I’m...I’m your cockslut, Loki. That is what I am, right? Just need to feel you, please.”

His chuckle bleeds into a groan as he pushes himself further into you.

“Finally, love. My little cockslut.”

Loki’s hand presses to your throat and you let out choked whimpers as slowly starts to fuck into you.

The size of him already overwhelms you and you hold onto his clothed shoulders as he picks up his pace, barely giving you a moment to adjust to his size.

“Loki..it's so much,” you whisper.

He ignores you, chuckling and throwing his head back in pleasure as he finds the right rhythm.

“Loki,” you squeal, squirming against him.

Your orgasm is already creeping up on you and you’re sure he knows due to how hard you are clenching down on his cock. The sound of him pounding into you echoes in the cave, further turning you on.

“My brat,” Loki sneers once he looks back at you, smashing his lips to yours in a messy kiss.

He bites down at your lip, causing another squeal to leave your mouth.

“I’m gonna fill this cunt, little one. Won’t be able to forget about how my cum feels in you.”

You moan at his words, fisting at his jacket as his thrusts become sloppy. One of your hands moves down to rub at your clit, but he slaps it away, tugging it back to rest on his shoulder.

“Don’t be greedy, darling.”

His voice cracks slightly and you moan out loudly as you feel his cock twitch. Loki groans as he releases, his hold on your neck the tightest it’s been.

It feels like he’s completely emptying himself into you as he cums. Your thoughts fill with how pretty he is when he cums. For someone with harsh words, he looks rather ethereal in this more vulnerable moment.

He stills once he becomes too sensitive and pulls out slowly, smiling to himself as his cum drips down your thigh.

With Loki a bit dazed, you take the hand that’s on your neck and bring it to your pussy, bucking against it, desperate for your own release.

But he yanks it away after realizing what you’re trying to do.

“What did I say about being greedy?”

You pout at him, squeezing your thighs together.

“I-I need to cum,” you say softly and he mocks your pout. Loki cups your face and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Oh I know, little one. But you’re not going to.”

“Loki!”

You whine at him and he smirks, pulling away from you.

“Can’t wait to see you again, brat.”

Before you could say another word, he disappears through his magical portal, leaving you naked and unsatisfied in the cave.

mark smut where he walks in on u, his friend, masturbating

I'm sorry because I would like to make this gender neutral but i didn't do it, so feel free to ask again if you want other pronouns, I'm using a female reader, tho.

Pretty Little Girl

Pairing: idol! Mark Lee x female reader

Warnings: it's more of a disclaimer, I'm a really soft stan, so this might turn really disappointing because I'm just making it suggestive i guess, I'm sorry in advance for that. Also I'm a sucker for tittles inspired by song names so I'll leave the song too although it doesn't match the vibe at all. Allow me to re-think this and I'll make a part 2 with the actual smut.

Mark had been waiting for months the day someone would tell him that he would finally have a day off. He loved the feeling of making his dream come true and the love his fans gave him made it worth it every day, but he could barely remember the last time he was able to sleep properly, and he had been struggling with a feeling of loneliness for some weeks now, all he wanted to do was to be with his friends, to have a day where he could watch a movie and don't move from the couch at all. But mostly, he missed his best friend.

It would be a lie if he said he was trying to keep in contact, but it wasn't because he didn't want to, rather that he couldn't manage to do everything at once, the day only had twenty four hours, after all, and he was busy twenty already.

So, after months of nonstop promotions and comebacks, he got told that he could take a weekend off. It was a blessing, he thought. It wasn't enough time to go back home as would've wished, but it was enough time to surprise his best friend with an spontaneous movie night.

He brought face masks, snacks and wine, and didn't bother to call before, he figured that even if you were busy, he could use the key to the apartment that you once gave him in case of emergency and sleep until you were back.

He entered the building confidentiality, and opened your door only to be met with complete darkness. He called your name and when he wouldn't hear an answer, he went straight to your bedroom, he thought about calling you before he fell asleep on your bed.

But Mark wasn't ready for the heavenly view he got as soon as he opened the window. You were biting your lip, with your eyes shut while your delicate hands caressed your crotch through your lacey panties. Soft whimperz came out of your mouth, and he instinctively slide his hands into his quickly growing bulge.

He had often thought about kissing you, because he couldn't really understand if he had feelings for you, and he figured that kissing you was the only way to know, but having you like that in front of him, he was sure then that he definitely felt something. Nevertheless, he was a little bit embarrassed because he never thought he'd be the kind of guy to masturbate to the sight of a girl he was essentially spying.

“Oh, Mark”

When his name came out of your mouth in such a naughty way, every hint of embarrassment and doubt he was having faded immediately. His hands left his cock and he wondered if you could have heard him entering, but when he realized your eyes were still closed, he realized, too, that maybe he wasn't the only one feeling something for the other.

He tried to think of a smooth way to make an entrance, and thought of maybe closing the door so he wouldn't be that perv. He silently did and proceeded to call your phone, and you picked up, a little bit pissed to be interrupted but too nice to not do it.

“Are you busy?”

“Uhm, just in the middle of something”

He opened the door again, eyes dark and full of excitement

“Yeah, that's what I heard” as he rushed to finally connect your lips with his.

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A.N: i am physically incapable of writing smut but I'm trying again soon, i didn't want to take longer without answering this request because it had been sitting in my asks for a while. I SWEAR I *WILL* MAKE A PART TWO JUST LET ME GET MENTALLY READY. If you can bear with my slowness, feel free to request.

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Forgive Me, Father

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Praise kink, SMUT, slight fluff, swearing, dirty talk, Priest!kink (sorta), fingering (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) 

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Sweet baby Jesus, I know it’s been a long time so I have posted anything original so here you go! I got caught up reading John Winchester stuff, and it reminded me of my first love. Anyways, I really hope you like this! It’s not been looked over by anyone other than me so all mistakes are my own. 18+ only please! Also- all credit to the owners of the GIFS, they’re not mine!

You knew it was wrong, sneaking into this church in the middle of the night in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. You knew it was sinful and you wouldn’t hear the end of it, should Castiel find out. You knew, deep in your gut, that this would definitely keep you out of heaven. 

   However, you had a green-eyed, bow-legged, scar-covered, Dean Winchester lacing his fingers between your own as he led you up to the small Catholic church. He was grinning slyly, and his eyes were twinkling with mischief as he pulled his lock pick set from his pocket and expertly unlocked the doors of the looming building. Part of you regretted telling him of this specific fantasy a few nights ago as you shared a bottle of whiskey and watched the sun rise after a case the two of you had solved. 

   He had produced the said bottle and a thick, woven blanket as he pulled up to the empty field and put the Impala in park. 

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