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CHARACTER MASTERLIST
Shawn Mendes.
higher love | smut
small touches | smut
missed this | smut
pretty girl | smut
gold digger | agnst
harvard | smut
nipple pierced | smut
his favorite view | smut
friends come over | smut
please | smut
relax | smut
library | smut
polished | smut
the tiktok challenge | fluff (n)
marry me | fluff (n)
prove it | smut (n)
who’d you rather | fluff (n)
wake up call | smut (n)
don’t say my name | smut (n)
hands | smut (n)
do you have a question for me? | fluff (n)
i wanna taste you first | smut (n)
berry kiss | fluff (n)
ready | fluff (n)
right there | smut (n)
old bedroom | smut (n)
Tom Hiddleston.
favorites | fluff
rules | fluff
tear me up | smut
can’t sleep | fluff
cockwarming | smut
yes, sir | smut
heart in my hands | fluff
if i didn´t have you | fluff
happy birthday! | fluff
the kiss that broke the internet | smut, fluff
drunken truth ot what did i do? | smut
cooking | smut
red | smut
dance with me | fluff
traffic | smut
ouch! | fluff
beautiful boy | fluff
interview | fluff
late to the party | smut
werid like that | fluff
slow hands | smut (n)
take care of her and i’ll take care of you | smut (n)
insomnia | smut (n)
fuck it, let the whole world know | smut (n)
so, you missed me? | smut (n)
Tom Holland.
one simple rule | smut
stairs | smut
good morning | smut
overstimulation | smut
no knock knocks | smut
too hot or too cold | smut
web shooter | smut
spill your guts | fluff
late night dreams | smut
unusually affected | smut
interrutions | smut
never have i ever | smut
keep it hidden | fluff, agnst
pretty as a polaroid picture | smut
try again | smut
unexpected | fluff, smut
pure euphoria | smut
dating | fluff
hugs | fluff
video games | smut
do you also notice? | fluff
i forgot your voice | smut
something new | smut
we’ve got chemistry | smut
two-a-days | smut
little things | fluff
self reflection | smut
sneaky | smut
surprise visit | smut
show off | fluff
thigh riding | smut
truth or dare | smut
no bottoms | smut
no bottoms pt.2 | smut
how to touch yourself | smut
watching porn | smut
eating you out like a buffet | smut
clit pierced | smut
buzz cut | smut
how to pleasure you | smut
when two becomes three | smut
can´t look away | smut (n)
through the phone | smut (n)
adjoining hotel room | smut (n)
surprises | smut (n)
sitting on tom´s face | smut (n)
running in circles | fluff, smut (n)
jeans and leather | smut (n)
spill your guts or fill your guts | fluff (n)
spill your guts or fill your guts pt.2 | smut (n)
riding | smut (n)
irreconcilable differences | smut (n)
treatin’ you right | smut (n)
the first taste | smut (n)
overstimulation | smut (n)
rinse and spin | smut (n)
girls can be horny too | smut (n)
unlocked | smut (n)
strip pong | smut (n)
you can bet on it | smut (n)
pour it out | fluff (n)
i’ll be your good girl | smut (n)
nap date | fluff (n)
why it’s fun to be a tease | smut (n)
bad mood | smut (n)
suck | smut (n)
lights up | smut (n)
watermelon sugar | smut (n)
celebrity | fluff (n)
reflection | smut (n)
teasing | smut (n)
thirsty tweets | fluff (n)
dirty shirley | fluff (n)
Sebastian Stan.
convince me | smut
shameless | smut
I like it | smut
one night | smut
shut up and sleep with me | smut
boss troubles | smut
pregnancy prank | fluff
asleep | smut
manners pt,3 | smut
call out my name | smut
exposed | smut
on the wooden desk | smut
body electric | smut
romanian fun | fluff
behind closed doors | smut
wired autocomplete interview | fluff
another interview | fluff
bored | fluff
that’s the icing in the cake | fluff
îți place asta | smut
press tour | fluff
round the block | smut
tătic | smut
îngerul său | smut (n)
quiet | smut (n)
surprises | smut (n)
too long | smut (n)
teacher’s pet | smut (n)
mob!seb | smut (n)
4am workout | smut (n)
the back of the jaguar | smut (n)
listen to my voice | fluff (n)
kissing | fluff (n)
dating | fluff (n)
piggy back ride | fluff (n)
dark paradise | smut (n)
dark paradise pt.2 | smut (n)
bloopers and interviews | fluff, agnst (n)
panel | fluff (n)
men’s health | smut (n)
i think he knows | smut (n)
friendly favour | smut (n)
secret kink | smut (n)
‘sebastian’ instead of 'bucky’ | smut (n)
Chris Evans.
velvet love | fluff
the perfect man | fluff
the proposal | fluff
the perfect dress | fluff
all about that beard | fluff
sweet dreams | smut
like this? | smut
make me a daddy | smut
taste | smut
something blue | fluff
years in the making | agnst, fluff
rough | smut
daddy | fluff
the best seat | smut
reasonable | smut
24hr trouble | fluff
thirst tweets | fluff
virgin | smut (n)
finders keepers | smut (n)
eat out | smut (n)
buzzcut cevans | smut (n)
beard | smut (n)
warm and welcoming | smut (n)
ride him | smut (n)
lost focus | smut (n)
eat you better | smut (n)
seeing red | smut (n)
Harry Styles.
drunk words, sober thoughts | smut
music video | smut, fluff
stash of vibrators | smut (n)
phone call | smut (n)
relaxing day | smut (n)
hours | smut (n)
new seeds in the melody | smut (n)
Ross Lynch.
can’t take my eyes off of you | smut
Joe Keery.
boyfriend | fluff (n)
rough week | smut (n)
Dacre Montgomery.
thank you, daddy | smut (n)
rough hands | smut (n)
let’s try | smut (n)
fanfiction and fun | smut (n)
shirt | fluff (n)
Jake Gyllenhaal.
panic attack | fluff
ready for babies? | fluff
accident | fluff
what do you want? | agnst, fluff
wired autocomplete | fluff
yes, please | smut
in my mouth | smut
surprise, we´re married | fluff
home | smut
chef & baker | smut
horror film | smut
the paparazzi | smut
bath time | smut
interesting interview | fluff
dirty mind | smut
honeymoon | smut
wired autocomplete interview | fluff
love interest | fluff
pillow talk | fluff
dating | fluff
gym time | fluff
masturbating | smut
morning sex | smut
comfort | agnst
catch you | smut
jealous | smut
in front of your bed | smut
riling | smut
feel good | smut
two kings and a queen | smut
soft daddy | smut (n)
sideways | smut (n)
happy little accident | smut (n)
best behavior | smut (n)
man flu | fluff (n)
the risqué subway | smut (n)
you’re doing amazing sweetie | smut (n)
hair pulling | smut (n)
christmas night | smut (n)
squirting | smut (n)
dominant | smut (n)
finals finale | smut (n)
Henry Cavill.
cardio | smut (n)
morning sex | smut (n)
Brie Larson.
star wars geek | smut
god is a woman | smut
crazy on you | smut
i fall to pieces | smut
singing in the shower | smut
jedi realness | smut
needy | smut
quarantine day | smut, fluff (n)
interruptions | smut (n)
Avengers Cast.
sleeping beauty | fluff (n)
feeling okay? | fluff (n)
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y’all I’m crying, I love this fandom 😂
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Can’t Help Falling In Love.
Relationship: Sam/Reader Words: 8.2K Warnings: I’m afraid Sam’s OOC. I tried, I really did.
Imagine being Bella’s older sister from a woman Charlie was with before Renee. You’re only staying with your dad now until you get back on your feet and had no intentions of looking for romance, but apparently Fate has other plans for you.
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Daryl Dixon’s Vest Headcanon
I came up with this the other day when I was watching season two of twd. I noticed during the episode that Daryl hallucinated Merle that Merle’s vest was similar to Daryls one, at first thinking it was Daryls. They both have the laces down the side.
Shortly after this episode the angel wings vest appeared.
Those wings look really new to me, made with not a lot of skill but with a lot of feeling.
I think Daryl sewed the wings on to a vest Merle left behind. I imagine it was out of love to his brother, exceptance that he’ll probably won’t ever see him again, and if not love then a bit of acceptance of himself. It represents something to Daryl, anyway.
I really think this is how the vest came about. Daryls so withdrawn, penting up all of his emotions, I think that he must sometimes express his feelings in artistic ways and that he likes to keep keepsakes, like Beth’s knife.
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The Shirt (F!Reader)
Summary: You’ve always wanted to steal Sam’s shirts but never had quite the courage. Turns out, he liked seeing you wearing his t-shirt a bit more than you expected. Pairing: Sam Winchester x F!Reader WC: 840 words Warnings: Smut (Masturbation, thigh riding), dirty talking. A/N: Yes, there’s a Bucky version to this, but let’s be true, we all need Sam being possessive and rough and this looks great on him.
Sam’s clothes always looked weirdly comfortable for you, specifically, his shirts. You were together for some time and had recently become intimate, and that was something you started to notice and craved for a while but were never sure if you could. This morning, he was out for a run and you couldn’t find any clean clothes worth using to go have breakfast, deciding to put on the shirt he’d use the previous night and a pair of pyjama shorts you had laying around.
“Morning,” you muttered, passing by Dean and pouring yourself some fresh coffee.
“Morning.”
You poured some milk into the cup silently. There was a comfortable silence that always accompanied your mornings with Dean, which was great for you. A toast was enough to fill you up, and you were on your way back to the room when your ears caught a low growl behind yourself, turning quickly to find Sam frozen in his spot.
“That’s my shirt,” he let out between his teeth and you tensed up.
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Imagine...Getting Caught
Pairing: Dean x reader
Warnings: smut (implied roleplay, oral (fem receiving), light bondage)
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Imagine...A Missed Phone Call (Part 1)
Pairing: Dean x reader
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“Pumpkin, this is your grandfather. Can you say hi?”
“Hi.”
“Hi little one.”
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Like We Always Do - Part 1
Summary: You wake up in the middle of nowhere, with no memory and just a phone on your person. The phone keeps ringing incessantly, with just one name on the screen. A name you don’t recognize. Dean.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader
Word Count: 4,055
Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Fluff if you squint.
A/N: This is wayyyy longer than expected so i split it. Please leave feedback!
You woke up with a start.
Your heart was beating a mile a minute, breaths coming heavy and fast. Your eyes shot open, body covered in a layer of sweat under your black jacket. Your head whipped around trying to gather where you were.
The first thing you noticed was that you were sitting up and not laying down. In front of you was a steering wheel, beneath you, a car seat. The leather covering the seat squeaked as you moved. Your eyes drifted up, looking out the windshield. You seemed to have been parked on the side of a dark road, the sky above showcasing twinkling stars.
You had no idea where you were, or how you got there.
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Cruel Intentions
Imagine: Getting lectured by Dean but getting distracted by how hot he is.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 974
Warnings: Implied Smut?
You walked into your room with Dean hot on your heels. You had made a pretty risky decision while on a hunt and he wasn’t too happy about what could have happened. In the end, everything worked out but that didn’t matter to him. Dean slammed the door behind him and turned to look at you. If looks could kill you would be beyond dead by now.
“What the hell were you thinking!” He yelled, flailing his hands out in front of him. You watched how his arm veins popped out, how his muscles flexed when he put his hands forward. It was damn near impossible to concentrate on what he was saying. How was it possible that someone could look this good while yelling? No, a better question was why was this turning you on? Seeing him all worked up made something inside you scream.
“Everything worked out, I don’t know why you’re freaking out.” You said nonchalantly, holding his gaze. He rolled his eyes at your response. He was so attractive without even trying. The way that he swiftly darted his tongue along his bottom lip, or the way he wiped his chin with his thumb. God, the things you wanted him to do to you.
“You almost got me and Sam killed, not to mention yourself. The only reason we’re still alive is because I saved our asses.” This time you rolled your eyes. Dean took a step forward, and you swore you could see a faint smirk play on his features.
“What did you just do?” You stood up off the edge of the bed and stared at Dean.
“No, the only reason that we’re alive and not puppy chow is because of my quick thinking.” You wanted to see how far you could push him before something snapped. With Dean, makeup sex was a given, no matter how small the fight was. You couldn’t wait to see how mindblowing this round was gonna be. He took another step closer, forcing you back down on the bed. You just stared at each other. With each passing second his light green eyes grew darker. You flicked your eyes down to his lips. Fuck, they were so perfect and plump you couldn’t wait to feel them on you, attacking every inch of your body, leaving marks all over your neck and other places only he could see. Just looking at them alone made you wet.
“God, Y/n, you’re so full of yourself.” He said looking down at you. He watched you as you stared at his lips and he smiled. He knew exactly what you were doing, and what your endgame was, and he wasn’t complaining. The only thing was, he could play this game better.
“Am I?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes. By now he was so close that you could practically smell his aftershave. He held your chin in his hands. You watched as his eyes raked your body, briefly stopping at your breasts before bringing them back to your eyes.
He leaned down and lifted your face, he lightly brushed his lips against yours.
“Yeah, you are.” He said pulling away. He walked back to the table on the opposite side of the room and took off his shirt. You chuckled inside your head. You could barely concentrate on what he was saying when he had clothes on, nevermind when he takes them off. Your eyes snapped up to his defined torso; all you wanted to do was run over to him and drop to your knees, but you held yourself together. At this point, both of you knew that this wasn’t about your hunting decisions, it was about who would crack first.
“So, you’re mad at me because I do- I know what I’m doing.” You stuttered, tearing your eyes away from the god of a man in front of you, yes he was hot, but he was annoying as hell. Especially with the way he made you crumble by just talking. He now had a full on smirk plastered on his face, you knew he enjoyed seeing you stumble over your words, largely because it was him making you do it.
“No, I’m mad because you’re reckless and impulsive. You almost got everyone killed.” He said sternly, running his hands through his hair. You watched as his muscles flexed when he lifted his arms up. He knew what he was doing, he knew every little thing he did was making you wetter by the second. His voice, his arms, his everything. It was all so distracting.
You got up off the bed and started walking towards him.
“You know what Dean?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. You were now standing about five inches from his face.
He mimicked your actions and turned his head to the side as well.
“What’s that?” He hummed, narrowing his eyes. He watched your chest heave as you slowly got more turned on. You sucked in a breath, preparing yourself for what was most likely going to happen after your next statement.
“I think you’re pissed because I was the one that saved us this time and you were the one screaming my name for help.” You smiled when you saw the rise that got out of him. He closed the remaining space between you two by grabbing your hips roughly. He bent down and put his lips to your ear.
“You’re gonna be the only one screaming this time.”
All you saw was a slight smile on his face before he spun you around and set you on the table. By now you had passed the turned on line and slid right into sexually frustrated.
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