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“We were always calling ourselves the ‘Scooby Doo’ gang, like we were Daphne and Velma and Shaggy and Fred.” — Maya Hawke

STRANGER THINGS 4 + Scooby Doo

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY: 02x09 || 03x05

If your requests are still open, could you write a Kylo X Female Reader smut with inappropriate use of his lightsaber and just really rough, hot, and wild sex, with hair pulling, ass smacking, and then overstimulation from multiple orgasms? I just can't get over imagining Kylo fucking me senseless until I'm a wordless sweaty mess and cumming over and over and over again while sobbing and not being able to control cumming so much oh god help me I'm a mess for this man im so sorry ugh

I combined a bunch of these because they seemed to…fit together. I created a Frankenstein monster of a drabble. Its reallly long and its shameless fucking smut. I’ve spent the better part of my afternoon on it, I hope you like it!

BegRating: Explicit/NSFWCW: dubcon?, inappropriate use of  a lightsaber, nasty sex, shameless smut, name callingWord count: 2,865Prompt: You have dreams about the Supreme Leader, you didn’t realize he saw them.

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| loki x reader | fluff | smut |

anon requested. Loki and Queen!reader??? Like they get married and she’s nervous about being queen? And he comforts her and maybe they have some fluffy smut & Dom!Loki with sub!reader (with daddy kink) after he proposes to her, keeps calling her his queen

“They’ll love you,” Loki promised, looking down at the kingdom from his balcony high overhead.

“What if they don’t?” You questioned, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“The queen of Asgard will not doubt her worth,” Loki corrected you fiercely, tilting your chin up.

The breeze blew through your gown, golden fabric swirling around you. You may not have felt royal, but Loki made sure you looked the part. He’d adorned you in gold and diamonds, with peeks of green, so you looked unmistakably his. 

“My queen, they love you already,” Loki smiled as those who saw you from below bowed and waved.

“I’m not your queen yet,” you reminded him softly, running your fingers along the railing of the balcony.

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Loki had proposed to you during the midsommar festival. You were dressed in white, flowers woven in your hair, and you were out in the gardens, celebrating with the Asgardian subjects.

He’d gotten down on one knee, producing a ring with a delicate diamond. His proposal was straight out of a romance novel, genuine and sweet, begging you to be his.

The whole kingdom had celebrated your engagement, festivities lasting days. Everyone loved you, and everyone was excited to see you on the throne next to their king. Little girls had taken your hands and danced with you, pushing you toward Loki so he could kiss you.

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“Come to bed, Loki,” you whispered against his back, your arms around his defined waist.

“I’ll be there in a few moments. Go rest,” he gently pushed you toward the bedroom, kissing your temple.

“I can’t sleep without you.”

“You’re making excuses,” Loki accused, though he followed you inside, closing the balcony doors.

“Maybe. But I’m nervous.”

His gaze softened, and he took your hands. 

“Come here,” Loki’s voice was quiet, and he pulled you to his chest, kissing your head. 

“Do you have your doubts about marrying me?” Loki asked seriously, his hand holding your jaw and tilting your head up to look at him. 

“Doubts about you? Never. I’m nervous about stepping into royalty. I would never doubt you,” you wrapped your fingers around his wrist, pushing up on your toes to kiss him. 

“How can I settle your fears?” Loki asked, and you shook your head, at a loss. You supposed you just needed to push forward, to step into it. You wanted to be brave, but the thought of ruling a kingdom was daunting.

“You are not alone. You will rule by my side, Y/N. From this moment forward, you will never be alone again,” Loki’s voice was full of certainty, and your doubts dissipated.

Your hand went around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. His lips were soft against yours, but even in his gentleness, he was authoritative and dominating. You were melting into him, letting him manhandle you to the bed. He kissed your shoulder as he slid your gown from your body, letting it fall in a pile on the floor at your feet. His hands smoothed along the curves of your body, touching you before your back hit the sheets. 

“Still nervous?”

“Just a little bit,” you answered, tilting your head back as he kissed along the underside of your jaw, down the column of your throat. 

“Then let me distract your anxious mind. Submit to me darling, let me take all of you, even the negative thoughts and the doubt,” Loki murmured, his ocean eyes boring into yours. 

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered, a smile pulling at your lips. 

Your god grinned, meeting you in a kiss before hauling you up to your knees. Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, unsure of what he was planning. You’d expected your legs to be put over his shoulders– his preferred position, as he could hit you in the deepest places that way. 

“What are you doing to me?” you giggled softly. 

He moved to kneel behind you, a mirror appearing at the end of your bed. You gasped and leaned back into his chest, looking up at him. 

“I want you to watch, to see how regal you look with your god filling you,” his lips were hot against your ear. Loki touched your head, a crown of gold and emeralds appearing on top of your hair. 

He hauled you back onto his lap, hooking your arms around his neck. Your lashes parted and you watched him slowly fill you, sinking down onto him. Your reflection peered back at you, your body flushed, with pale hands sliding up to squeeze your chest. A whimper escaped your lips, making Loki thrust upward into you. Your fingers tangled into his soft curls, and he smiled, mouthing along your shoulder as he bounced your body on top of his, bringing his hips up to meet yours, repeatedly filling you. 

“Look at you, my queen, getting absolutely ruined on my cock. You look beautiful, darling, and I wish to see you like this forever,” Loki breathed against your neck, his eyes locked on yours in the mirror. 

“Yes, daddy, it feels heavenly,” you cried, your head dropping forward.

“No, I want you to watch.” 

Loki’s delicate hand closed around your throat, holding your head up, making you watch him fuck you. He squeezed gently, restricting your breathing as he mouthed at the tender spot on your neck that always made you weak.

You watched him repeatedly disappear inside of you, your abdomen distending with the outline of him. The sight had you soaked, allowing Loki to fuck you with ease.

Pressure slowly started to build between your hips, encouraged by Loki throbbing inside of you. 

“Daddy, I’m close, please,” you begged softly as his grip lightened on your throat, allowing you to speak. 

“I’m going to help you, just relax, darling,” he gritted, increasing the pace of his thrusts, moving quicker as he tore into your quim. You gripped his curls tightly as he dropped his other hand to your sex, drawing tiny shapes on your clit. 

Your thighs were trembling, draped over either side of his. His lap was slick with your arousal, your sex messy and wild. 

“Open your eyes,” Loki commanded, feeling you begin to spasm around him. 

You forced yourself to obey, witnessing your own orgasm in the mirror, along with his as he spilled into you. His body was cool against yours, contrasting the heat that burned through every inch of your skin. Even as he came, he was strong enough to hold you up, keeping you against his chest.

“I love you,” you stammered out, and Loki turned your head so he could kiss you. His lips were forceful against yours, fingers cradling your jaw, and an arm around your torso. 

“My beautiful, beautiful wife.”

“Wife-to-be,” you corrected him softly, earning another kiss meant to shut you up. 

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You stood at the throne, a wedding ring around your finger and a crown on your head. You were adorned in the finest gown, hand-sewn by Asgardian women, all excited to make a wedding dress for their new queen. 

Loki’s hand was in yours, standing before a court of your subjects, all bowing on their knees. You’d recited their traditional vows, gone through the ceremony, and now you were being recognized as their new ruler. 

“Thank you, it is my honor to serve you,” your voice echoed through the golden halls, and a hum of approval echoed back. 

“Now, for the real festivities,” Loki announced. 

A festival commenced, the kingdom exploding in cheers and excitement. The halls were filled with dancing and feasts, all in celebration of your marriage. Loki spun you around to music, your gown swirling around your feet like a halo. Your laughter filled the room, mixing with Loki’s. When your body twisted back into his chest, he dipped you down in a kiss. 

“Queen of Asgard!” Loki cried, your subjects chanting your title after him and tossing flowers into the air. 

Early Morning

Hey guys- I’m trying out some new characters that I’ve recently gotten into, the marauders. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you want to see next xx

Fem!reader x poly!marauders smut

Warnings: lots of smut, polyamorous relationship, mentions of denial and overstimulation, daddy kink

You sighed into the warm pillow, eyes opening slowly in the soft glow of sunrise. As you shifted, looking at the three boys sprawled on various beds in the dormitory, you felt the familiar ache between your legs and thought back to the previous night, face heating even at the memory of what they’d done to you.

“Morning, darling,” James murmured from beside you, stretching a toned arm out and pulling you close to his warm, muscular body. This was one of the rare occasions when he didn’t have quidditch training first thing, so you let him hold you for a bit, enjoying the way he traced small patterns on the bare skin of your shoulder with his finger.

James’ bed was probably the one you most enjoyed sleeping in, if you were honest. The early mornings were less good, but it was easier throughout the night- Sirius moved around in his sleep too much, and insisted on taking all the blankets, and Remus didn’t mind sharing a bed but he was often struggling with new scars, joint pains and bruises, so you felt nervous that you would hurt him in some way. James slept like a log, warm and stable for the whole night.

“Are you awake, bunny?” Remus, sleeping only a few feet away, had opened his eyes and was looking at you with a mild smile on his face. You smiled back, but it faded into an expression of surprise as your eyes travelled down his body and found the bulge under his blanket. “D’you want to come over here?” He held up the blanket, inviting you in, and you bit your lip at the sight of his half-hard erection.

As you moved away from James, the curly-haired boy grunted in protest, but conceded for you to go and lie with Remus.

As you slipped under the covers, Remus kissed your forehead softly, letting you pull down his boxers and freeing his cock, now fully hard. You breathed quickly, and he smirked as your small hand wrapped around his member, stroking it with practiced ease. His own hand- the one that wasn’t in your hair- trailed down your body and traced the slit of your already wet pussy, eliciting a small whisper from your lips.

“Hush, now.” He whispered, sliding his finger between those puffy lips and pressing it against your sensitive nub. You tried to contain your squeak, but Remus decided to help you by putting one hand over your mouth, muffling the sounds to continued to make as he pinched your clit, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.

It was an effort not to squeeze your legs together, with how sensitive you were, but you could already feel the coil in your tummy tightening. You lifted one of your legs and rested your knee up on his hip to give him easier access, and nodded your consent for him to thrust into you.

You couldn’t contain the drawn-out moan that escaped you, even past his fingers in your mouth, as he pulled you up to straddle him, letting his cock go even deeper. He rubbed your clit lazily with his thumb, relaxing against his headboard and watching you with still-weary eyes. You moved more quickly, but he soon put a stop to that, removing his fingers from your clit and mouth and using them to halt your hips, adjusting your speed so that you were now moving achingly slowly. You huffed in frustration as your once-close orgasm faded away again, but didn’t make a sound beyond that. If Sirius woke up, you wouldn’t be able to cum until all three of them had fucked you- he liked being mean like that, hearing your desperate cries for just a second more. Remus was usually a bit nicer with giving them to you, like James, but both of them liked to keep going after you’d cum, thrusting into you until you’d climaxed three or four times and were nearly in tears from the overstimulation.

Now, you could tell that Remus wasn’t looking for anything too wild. He was still tired, and he never pushed you very far the morning after a night like last one. Still, he was making you go much more slowly than you would’ve preferred. You closed your eyes as he pulled you down onto him again, bumping you clit on his pubic bone as you arched your back. Your near-silent moans grew in volume, feeling his cock hit your g-spot, and he pinched your outer thigh, prompting your eyes to spring open and look down at him.

“Quiet, now, there’s a good girl.” He said softly, moving that same hand to rub slow circles on your clit again. “Always so well-behaved the morning after, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Remmy.” You replied, interrupting yourself with a short gasp as you rocked forward and his fingers pressed more into your sensitive mound. He smirked.

“You look so pretty right now, puppy. You’re so cute when you’re desperate,” You blushed at his words, and looked to the side, but within two seconds he was guiding your face back to look at him. “Eyes on me, ‘kay?”

You nodded, and he paused, holding you up so that you couldn’t keep moving.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, sir, I’ll keep my- ah!” You whimpered as he thrust you down onto his cock, hitting all the right places. His eyes met yours again, and he sat up abruptly, muffling your moans with a deep kiss. You let his tongue into your mouth, enjoying the way his hands felt on your waist and it he back of your neck, holding your lips to his until he broke the embrace and started moving you up and down again, faster now and at a new angle which somehow went even deeper than the first. You bit your lip, nails digging into his firm biceps as you chased your peak.

“You close, puppy?” He asked a moment later, feeling you tensing more and more.

“Ah- yes, Daddy! Please- mm!- please can I cum?” You managed to stammer, forcing yourself to keep the orgasm at bay until you had his permission. He took his sweet time to answer you, a slow smile spreading across his features as he took in your sweat-sheened face and growing urgency for release. Finally, he relented.

“You can cum for me now, pup.” To finish you off, he took his hands off your neck and waist and gripped your breasts through the big t-shirt you’d slept in, squeezing and massaging them and you came with a high-pitched moan, muffled as your head fell against his shoulder, still gripping his arms more tightly than ever. The intense pleasure was mixed with some pain remaining from last night, and you clenched around him, milking his cock of Remus’ own cum as he finished with a soft groan, muscles tightening.

“Thank you, Daddy.” You lay down beside him. “M’sorry for making sounds.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could you heard the familiar, arched voice of your other boyfriend from his bed across the room.

“We didn’t mind, did we Prongs?” Sirius sauntered over to the bed, and Remus watched amusedly.

“Not at all.” James replied, now evidently wide awake.

“My turn.” Sirius said.

“She’s tired. After breakfast, maybe?” Remus asked, but it was less of a suggestion than an order. Sirius sighed, rolling his eyes, but nodded his agreement. Only you seemed to realise that Remus wanted you clinging to him for the morning- he could be a little possessive that way, and you didn’t mind at all.

twin flame: george weasley x reader

twin flame (n.): an intense soul connection, sometimes called a “mirror soul,” thought to be a person’s other half. it’s based on the idea that sometimes one soul gets split into two bodies. one of the main characteristics of a twin flame relationship is that it will be both challenging and healing. this is due to the mirroring nature of a twin flame; they show you your deepest insecurities, fears, and shadows. but they also help you overcome them and vice versa—your twin flame will be equally affected by you.

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key: ❁ smut, ☽ angst, ☼ fluff

part one ☽☼

part two ☽

part three ☽

part four ❁ ☼

epilogue ☼

twin flame // gw x reader

words: 3.8k

series genre: angst, fluff, smut (all in due time)

warnings: jealous george, angry george, charlie x reader kinda, mentioned ronmine, mentioned hinny, mentioned bleur, percy weasley slander, alcohol consumption, spitting kink (sorta if you squint), cringey pet names, mediocre writing at best

a/n: idk how many parts this will be,, maybe 5. but i already have the ending in mine. happy reading loves!

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Take me. Wreck Me. Ruin Me.(Draco Malfoy x Reader)- 18+

Summary: You used to work as a maid at the Malfoy Manor before the war and you still visit every day after the war because you don’t want Draco to be all alone. In between all this, he develops a dark kind of fixation with you.

Warnings: smut, derogatory terms daddy kink-ish, dom!draco, spanking, maid outfit, mature language and themes, 18+, reader discretion is highly advised, all acts are consensual and a safe word is in place

A/n: back with more filth. My first venture into Daddy kink and maid uniform smut so….idk how I feel about this fic🥸 but, you have been warned HAHA.

“Would you like a cup of tea, Draco?” 

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The forest - Tom Riddle (smut)

It's been a hot minute since I've posted something for Tom. This is basically just pwp, not as dark as most of my Tom imagines. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Tom fucks the reader in the forest.

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, mentions blood, public sex, Tom Riddle being Tom Riddle

Pairing: Tom Riddle x fem!reader

“You've told me you love me, you promised, (y/n).” Sharp as a blade Tom’s voice cuts through the night. She didn’t move, kept staring at the boy, too intimidated by the blood that ran down his forearm. His knife fell to the ground, a moment of distraction (y/n) tried to use, turning her back on Tom and the ritual he had been planning for weeks.

“(Y/n),” he singsang her name, following her every step, toying with her like a predator would tease its prey. “You belong to me, you’re mine. Running away won’t change anything.”

For a second she slowed down, pondering over his words, trying to drown out the silent whispers of her heart, begging her to return to the man she had loved since she the day she had arrived at Hogwarts. Tom had always been different, he had intrigued her, she began to weasel her way into his life, unknowingly she forged a bond with the darkness itself.

“I don’t want to die, Tom.” By now Tom was standing behind her, front pressed against her back. Bloody hands ran up and down her arms, not giving her any room to move away from him. “I won’t let any harm come your way, I will protect you.”

His voice sounded unusually sweet and soft - as if he was truly meaning what he was speaking. In his own twisted ways Tom Riddle loved (y/n) just as much, but while she dreamt about a life with him by her side as her husband, Tom dreamt of ruling the world with her as his expedient. She would rescue him if his plan would fail, (y/n) wouldn’t leave him.

Lips met her throat, kissing their way up to her ear. Her back arched into his touch, jaw muscles twitching from the way she kept on grinding her teeth. Both knew that Tom had her trapped, a vulnerable girl that needed him to guide her out of the thickness of the trees.

Carefully he brought his hands to the bow that kept her blouse together, he ran his fingers along the lacing, while (y/n)’s eyes admired the silvery rings he wore. Tom mumbled her name as he undid her blouse, cupping her braclad boobs, pinching her nipples through the fabric, rolling them around between his fingers.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He taunted her, chuckling as (y/n) shook her head, biting down on her lip to stop her moans from leaving her, not wanting to attract any creatures nearby. Tom tightened his grip on her chest, rolling his middle against her behind, making her aware of his hardening cock.

“I’m waiting.” Tom’s voice dropped lower, hands moving down her upper body, stroking her soft skin, running along the waistband of her skirt. (Y/n) shook her head, panting his name as he pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her bare cunt to the cold air. A pleased groan left Tom as he cupped her dripping sex, teasing her slit with his slender fingers.

(Y/n) couldn’t stop her hands from reaching for his bulge, fingers dancing along its outlines, trying to keep herself focused on Tom.

“Did you wait for this to happen? Did you imagine me fucking you here, where anybody could find us?” The moonlight was shining through the trees, illuminating his soft features, making the sinister boy look like a saint. If (y/n) wouldn’t be this far gone she would have laughed about the halo around his head - Tom Riddle was anything but a good man.

Tom turned them around, lips hungrily kissing hers as her back met a tree trunk. The bark scratched her skin, ripped it open, but (y/n) didn’t seem to care, wrapping her leg around his waist. She struggled to keep her eyes open, hands toying with his trousers, pulling his cock out of the confines of his clothes.

With his hands on her hips Tom pounded into her tightness, (y/n) moaned into his mouth, hands holding onto his neck. Just as he filled her to the brim he pulled out once again, slamming back in to knock all air out of her lungs. Her chest was burning, muscles stretching around him, allowing him to rest comfortably between her folds.

“Your body knows that it belongs to me, do you feel that? Can you feel how your walls are begging for my cock?” Tom rasped into her ear, tongue wetting his lips as he kept on snapping his hips, making sure to leave bruises. His eyes were full of emotions, dark and sinister pupils studied her, making sure that she wouldn’t rip herself away from him.

(Y/n) swallowed her pants, chest rising and falling, fingernails dragging along his exposed skin. His hands kept on leaving bloody prints on her waist and thighs, later on that night he would let his blood meet hers, forever binding her to his soul and body.

Tom’s brows tilted in pleasure as (y/n) began to squeeze his cock, walls gripping him tightly. He would always be in control, the one to guide her, to ruin her, till she no longer knew her own name.

His skin met her hips faster and faster, a ferocious pace that left her body tingling. The chilly air that danced along their bodies pulled them closer together, warmth crashing against warmth, brewing together as the darkness was growing thicker. Tom Riddle was one with the darkness, a personification of all evil this world could offer.

And she loved it.

“Fuck, Tom, right there.” She stuttered, pulling him in for another kiss, biting down on his lip as his tip met her swollen spot, sending bolts of pleasure through her. All too soon she would crash against him, body hurling forwards, losing her balance.

A few owls howled in the distance, reminding them that they weren't hidden away in his chambers, protected by the stone walls and dark curtains. Something about this felt all too intimate, exposed to nature itself, to all eyes around the two.

“Look at me, I want you to beg for it.” Tom needed to hear her begging, praises he needed to keep on functioning, praises to urge him on as his cock kept on ripping her walls apart.

“Oh fuck, Tom, I-” a heavy breath spilled from her lips, insides churning as she was ready to let go. “Let me cum, please, I’ve been good. I will do anything, please.”

“Anything, you say?” (Y/n) couldn’t focus on his words, needed to cum around his cock, waiting for the coil to snap, allowing her to lose herself in the pleasure. She nodded her head, begging him once again.

“Cum for me, darling.” She came with a cry of his name, stomach spasming, limbs quivering, about to let go of her weight. Her orgasm rattled through her system, holding onto her soul, soothing her burns. The feeling seemed all too overwhelming, her body fell against his, arms tightening their grip around his neck, scared that she would crash to the ground.

Tom followed her down the edge, forcing her to take his release, the white cum that stuck to her walls, marking her as his once again. Both stayed pressed together, bodies still united, careful not to waste any drops of arousal. The night was dragging on as they found comfort in the silence, renewing their promises for a better world - a world Tom Riddle would force to its knees.