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[friskylittleimagines]

Hi, can I request a jamie Fraser x reader... maybe smut, with like spanking. If you don’t write that then don’t worry, I love your blog btw. Ur Billy Hargrove post was awesome!!

Thank you so much!! I hope this is okay, sorry it’s short!,

#6 Do As You’re Told (Jamie Fraser x Reader)

Do I even need to say this? Contains smut

Jamie came up the stairs with increasing volume. This was, you guessed, a ploy to make you even more nervous. It was working, of course, but you’d be damned if you let him know that.

“What were you thinkin’, lass!” He exclaimed as the door burst open.

You remained silent, looking anywhere but his eyes, which you could guess were narrow with rage.

He walked over to you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him. This wasn’t like him, at all. Out of all the MacKenzie men, he was always the gentlest, the kindest. That was why, out of all of them, you had chosen to marry Jamie.

“He’s a bastard and you know it!” You yelled back, staring into his eyes with unmoving defiance.

“He’s my superior officer!” He roared back, “For once, woman, why couldn’t you just mind your tongue?”

It was true, Gavin McDade was Jamie’s superior, but he was also, a disgusting man. Out of all the people you hated most in the world, abusers were right at the top. His poor wife had been frightened to death confiding in you, and once you had found out, minding your tongue was out of the question.

If Jamie was angry at you know, you did not look forward to the time when he found out what you had put in Gavin’s tea.

“Not all of us,” you said, “are as complicit as you are in the evil actions of those around us,”

He grabbed your shoulders, pulling you towards him, “I’m no complicit! McDade’s a bastard, I’ll give you that, but a cannae risk losin’ my position! D’ye ken that? D’ye understand what that means for me? For us?”

You fell quiet, “I’m sorry,”

He clicked his tongue, “You cost me a lot of trouble back there,”

“I know,” you said, your same quiet tone, wrapping your arms around him.

“Lass,” he said into your neck, “You don’t expect to walk away unpunished, do ye now?”

Your eyes widened, you tried to pull away from him but he had you wrapped in his arms.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he warned, but you thrashed against him.

He sat down on the bed, easily over powering you and pulling you down over his lap. He pulled up your dress, revealing your bare arse. He ran his hands over it.

“Ye were naughty today”

He spanked you hard.

“Ye embarrassed me in front of my family,”

He hit you again. Lying over his lap, you felt him grow hard.

“You’re enjoying this!” You cried, “You sick bastard,”

He laughed, “Of course I am! Look at ye, yer helpless!”

He leaned over you, spanking you once more, “completely at my mercy, lass,”

“Get off!” You yelled, but he only laughed.

“I like ye like this,”

Spank.

“I should keep ye like this,”

Spank.

“No use strugglin’, lass,” he said as you tried to get away, “I’m stronger than ye. Yer mine,”

“I don’t belong to you!” You yelled.

He grabbed your hair and pulled you to your feet, “By God ye do!”

You felt him pushing you down on the bed, and you fell face first, your chest against the mattress.

“Ye cannae expect,” he said, pulling out his cock, “to dae things like that and not get what’s coming to you,”

You gasped as you felt him enter you, pushing your face into the pillow as he thrusted wildly, fucking you like an animal, slapping your arse as he did so.

You tried to move but he growled, pushing you back down and spanking you hard.

“I’m no done wi’ ye yet!”

Although you tried to stop yourself, you couldn’t help but whimper with pleasure as he ploughed you, he laughed.

“Enjoyin’ yersel’?”

You could only reply in moans.

“Don’t finish yet,” he said, “not til I tell you to,”

“I can’t help it,” you whimpered, “please,”

You looked over your shoulder at him and he laughed with triumph.

“Yer eyes are all glassy like a little rodent,”

He stroked your cheek, still thrusting into you hard and fast.

“Please can I come?” You asked, feeling the rush of pleasure approach.

He spanked you again, “Not til I say,” he growled.

You tried your best to hold it but you couldn’t. You let it wash over you just as he grunted his final thrusts, slowing down and growling as you felt his warm seed fill you. You cried out in pleasure and he laughed, not pulling out. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you, rolling you over on your side.

“Next time,” he whispered, giving you one last spank, “do as you’re told,”.

[strawb3rrypuppyy]

i love this and it’s really good but i just cannot go past the line

“Yer eyes are all glassy like a little rodent,”

like yes sir i’m so close lemme just

[friskylittleimagines]

Respectfully, I am asking you to never do this again. Ever. Thank you !

[friskylittleimagines]

Hi, can I request a jamie Fraser x reader... maybe smut, with like spanking. If you don’t write that then don’t worry, I love your blog btw. Ur Billy Hargrove post was awesome!!

Thank you so much!! I hope this is okay, sorry it’s short!,

#6 Do As You’re Told (Jamie Fraser x Reader)

Do I even need to say this? Contains smut

Jamie came up the stairs with increasing volume. This was, you guessed, a ploy to make you even more nervous. It was working, of course, but you’d be damned if you let him know that.

“What were you thinkin’, lass!” He exclaimed as the door burst open.

You remained silent, looking anywhere but his eyes, which you could guess were narrow with rage.

He walked over to you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him. This wasn’t like him, at all. Out of all the MacKenzie men, he was always the gentlest, the kindest. That was why, out of all of them, you had chosen to marry Jamie.

“He’s a bastard and you know it!” You yelled back, staring into his eyes with unmoving defiance.

“He’s my superior officer!” He roared back, “For once, woman, why couldn’t you just mind your tongue?”

It was true, Gavin McDade was Jamie’s superior, but he was also, a disgusting man. Out of all the people you hated most in the world, abusers were right at the top. His poor wife had been frightened to death confiding in you, and once you had found out, minding your tongue was out of the question.

If Jamie was angry at you know, you did not look forward to the time when he found out what you had put in Gavin’s tea.

“Not all of us,” you said, “are as complicit as you are in the evil actions of those around us,”

He grabbed your shoulders, pulling you towards him, “I’m no complicit! McDade’s a bastard, I’ll give you that, but a cannae risk losin’ my position! D’ye ken that? D’ye understand what that means for me? For us?”

You fell quiet, “I’m sorry,”

He clicked his tongue, “You cost me a lot of trouble back there,”

“I know,” you said, your same quiet tone, wrapping your arms around him.

“Lass,” he said into your neck, “You don’t expect to walk away unpunished, do ye now?”

Your eyes widened, you tried to pull away from him but he had you wrapped in his arms.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he warned, but you thrashed against him.

He sat down on the bed, easily over powering you and pulling you down over his lap. He pulled up your dress, revealing your bare arse. He ran his hands over it.

“Ye were naughty today”

He spanked you hard.

“Ye embarrassed me in front of my family,”

He hit you again. Lying over his lap, you felt him grow hard.

“You’re enjoying this!” You cried, “You sick bastard,”

He laughed, “Of course I am! Look at ye, yer helpless!”

He leaned over you, spanking you once more, “completely at my mercy, lass,”

“Get off!” You yelled, but he only laughed.

“I like ye like this,”

Spank.

“I should keep ye like this,”

Spank.

“No use strugglin’, lass,” he said as you tried to get away, “I’m stronger than ye. Yer mine,”

“I don’t belong to you!” You yelled.

He grabbed your hair and pulled you to your feet, “By God ye do!”

You felt him pushing you down on the bed, and you fell face first, your chest against the mattress.

“Ye cannae expect,” he said, pulling out his cock, “to dae things like that and not get what’s coming to you,”

You gasped as you felt him enter you, pushing your face into the pillow as he thrusted wildly, fucking you like an animal, slapping your arse as he did so.

You tried to move but he growled, pushing you back down and spanking you hard.

“I’m no done wi’ ye yet!”

Although you tried to stop yourself, you couldn’t help but whimper with pleasure as he ploughed you, he laughed.

“Enjoyin’ yersel’?”

You could only reply in moans.

“Don’t finish yet,” he said, “not til I tell you to,”

“I can’t help it,” you whimpered, “please,”

You looked over your shoulder at him and he laughed with triumph.

“Yer eyes are all glassy like a little rodent,”

He stroked your cheek, still thrusting into you hard and fast.

“Please can I come?” You asked, feeling the rush of pleasure approach.

He spanked you again, “Not til I say,” he growled.

You tried your best to hold it but you couldn’t. You let it wash over you just as he grunted his final thrusts, slowing down and growling as you felt his warm seed fill you. You cried out in pleasure and he laughed, not pulling out. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you, rolling you over on your side.

“Next time,” he whispered, giving you one last spank, “do as you’re told,”.

[friskylittleimagines]

Hi 🥰 Can you write another Outlander FanFic about Dougal Mackenzie? I’m literally in love with the last one 💕 I’m having a huge crush to Dougal and your fanfic is 🔥🔥🔥🔥

This is so sweet, of course I can!

Please keep sending me requests because I like hearing what people want.

# 5 Escape

This was it. Your moment to escape.

You had been here, in the castle for approximately a week, seeking out exits and devising strategies, and now it was all falling into place, you felt a little melancholy.

Sure, it was a backwards time, and all you wanted to do was go back to your own home in the twentieth century, but the people here had been, in general, kind to you.

Still, you hurried down the quiet little passageway you had been scoping out every day since you’d arrived. As you’d expected, it was deserted, everyone too busy with the festivities upstairs.

As you got closer to the exit, your heart beat faster and faster, and you could even see the light of the stars round the corner—

“What do we have here then?” An unfamiliar voice came.

You saw them. Three men, each bearing a distinct smell of alcohol like cologne, and they were eyeing you with interest and hunger.

Your instincts scream at you to run, so you obey, wordlessly doing a one eighty. But before you can take another step, there’s an arm around your waist.

One of the drunks pushes you up against the wall, and you cry out in pain as your spine clashes with the stone.

They speak to each other in a different language, most likely to be Gaelic, but you don’t need to understand their words to hear the malice in their voices.

You push and struggle against your captur’s burly arms, but to no avail. Just as you begin to fatigue and give up effort, you see a figure appear.

One of the men go down, and then another on the ground to join, both quickly recollecting themselves and scattering.

The man pinning you against the wall is ripped away, and you can suddenly see Dougal clearly as he sends a blow right into the man’s face, who leaves with his companions, clutching his cheek and yelling something explicit.

“You alright, Lass?” Dougal says, turning to you, still fixed upon the wall.

“I—I shouldn’t be here,” you say.

“No, you shouldn’t,” Dougal says, getting closer.

You’re suddenly aware of his closeness, and a strange feeling inside you ignites.

“I’m sorry, I forgot,”

“Aye, seems that way,” he says, exhaling quietly, “Perhaps I should give you a memory aid,”

And suddenly his legs are between yours, as you push back against the wall, taken by surprise.

He puts a hand to your face, “You see, I could tell my brother where we found you,”

“No!” You say quickly.

He sprouts a small grin, “Then perhaps you could make me forget,”

His hands are suddenly on your waist, firm and commanding. He guides you towards the old oak table.

Your legs begin to shake a little, ideas of what’s to happen next creeping into your head, a little fear and a little excitement.

“Do I frighten you?” He asks

“I’ve been more afraid,” you say defiantly.

“Is that so?”

You nod.

“I just wonder what Colum will say, if he hears you were trying to escape,” he says.

“Please don’t tell him,” you say, “He’ll never trust me again,”

There’s a pause before he asks, “are you a virgin?”

You look away.

“I suppose you are, then,”

Your heart beats in unexpected parts of your body.

“Please don’t tell Colum,” you say again, quietly.

“I might be able to be convinced,” his hands on your waist spin you around, so you’re facing away from him, looking at the table.

His arms sneak round your bust, hands finding your breasts.

The fact that you can’t see his face makes you even more nervous now, especially when you feel him tug at the lace of your corset.

“You’re a braw girl,” he says quietly, pulling it away, so you stand in your undergarments.

He works at that as well, til you’re completely naked.

“My God,” he says, “Yer a lassie, alright,”

His hands are back on your breasts, fondling them gently. Suddenly, he pushes your back down so you’re bent over the table.

Your breath catches, as you feel a finger on your pussy. He moves it up and down and you begin to moan.

“You like that then?” He asks.

Your body betrays you, making you purr in his touch. You hear him unbuckling his kilt.

“Close your eyes, lass,”

You do, and you suddenly feel him enter you. You don’t even have to look to see he has length, you can feel it inside you as he thrusts slowly, making you gasp for air.

“God,” he says, speeding up and growling in a low, throaty voice.

You moan louder as you feel him go deeper in you, quickening the pace and hitting all the right spots, your face pressed against the oak of the table to stop you from crying out.

It doesn’t work, you yell out as a sudden flush of pleasure rolls through you.

He chuckles lowly, “Good girl. I always knew you’d be a screamer,”

He twirls you round so you’re facing him.

“Get your legs around me, just like that,” he commands, lifting you up as you obey his order.

He enters you again, this time meeting your eyes as he bounces you up and down in his arms like a baby as you call out again.

He growls as he climaxes, and you feel his seed fill your body.

He holds you up for a moment longer, before finally placing you down on the table.

“Good girl,” he pats your head and behind to walk away.

“Will you tell Colum?” You ask shakily.

“No, lass. But I’ll be keeping you very close by me in the future,”.

[friskylittleimagines]

Hi 😊 is it alright if you could write a Treasure Planet imagine where at the end, Jim and the reader (who are best friends) ship off with Silver instead of going back home. After some time, Jim and the reader see Silver as even more of a father figure and accidentally call him ‘dad’? I love your Treasure Planet imagines 😄🌙

That sounds like a great idea, but I’d probably do it more on my actual account @whatsnevershown . I think I have some Jim Hawkins things on there so you can check them out. :)

[friskylittleimagines]

#4 Maidenhead (Outlander Fanfic)

Do we even need to say this anymore? Anyway, *ahem* lOtS oF lEmOn. I haven’t been on this account in centuries, but everyone keeps liking my Billy Hargrove one, so I can’t get any peace. While I’m writing this, a very attractive boy is texting me and we are discussing music, so it might be a bit, start-stopped. But, without further ado (Is that how you spell that?) here’s the first of many Outlander fanfics for you thirsty hoes.

You had been travelling with the Mackenzies for what seemed like months now, and had grown accustomed to them all, even the—pricklier ones. They were all, though you would never tell them this, like family to you. You had never thought you’d use that word again, after what had happened to your own clan and family, especially not about this group, but there you were.

But everything was not perfectly well. Not yet. You were in constant danger. Blackjack Randall lusted for you unconditionally, after attempting to have his way with you multiple times. You were certain that he was behind the death of your family, and you had told him that to his face, as well as many other things that ladies weren’t supposed to say.

“No whore has ever spoken to me that way before,” he had said, pinning you down, stroking your face, “But I suppose you are no common whore, mistress y/l/n. Tell me, are you a virgin?”

You had averted your eyes from him. Yes, you were, but you didn’t want to give him more reason to rape you.

“You are,” he smiled sickly , “Aren’t you? Oh, I shall take pleasure in this. You facinate me, y/n, more than anyone else as,”

It had been a close call, you had managed to draw apart from him and run deep into the woods. That was where you met the Mackenzies. Still, all of you knew the man would never stop until he had taken his time with you, though nobody said it out loud.

“Y/n!” It was Jamie Fraser, the kindest of the troop. You turned.

“Y/n, you must hear this! I think I have found a way to keep Randall from you!”

You stood still for a moment, processing it, “What? How?”

“Look, a letter, for the king. I know someone that can get it there. It’s testifying to the atrocities he has committed to. We believe if this reaches the king, he can have Randall demoted, or at least sent back to England,”

You felt your knees getting weak, free? Free of that fearful man who invaded your nightmares?

“What do I have to do?” You asked.

Jamie grinned, “‘Tis but a signature from Dougal we need, and I’ll take care of the rest,”

You smiled. Dougal and you got on fine. Sometimes when he got drunk or angry, he’d frighten you a little, sometimes he even murmured things about you. But, you were sure he’d sign the letter.

When you and Jamie asked him, he said “Of course. But perhaps I’d like something in return. May I have a moment alone with mistress y/l/n, Nephew?”

Jamie eyed the two of you warily, then gave you a look to say, I’m just out here if you need me.

“Y/n. You must ken why I ask for something in return?” Dougal asked gently.

“Of course, you have done so much for me these past few months,” you replied, desperate for a signature.

He smiled with satisfaction, “Then you ken , what I ask for is only small in the grand scale of things?”

You nodded keenly.

“You see, the thing I want is, you.”

You froze, “Me?”

“Your Maidenhead,” he clarified.

Your Maidenhead. You shook. You had always wanted to give your virginity to someone you loved, or at least your husband. A good, strong Scotsman. At least Dougal was two of those things.

Then it became clear; it was either willingly give it to a friend, or have it ripped from you by an enemy.

Dougal was looking at you, waiting for a response. You hadn’t realised how long you had taken.

“Yes,” you said simply, “But,” you felt embarassed, “I do not know how, really.”

He smiled widely, “Dinna fash, lass, al teach ye,”

He walked over to the door, sealing the shut.

“Go on then lass, on the bed,” your legs shook as you walked over to the four poster bed in the center of the room.

He touched your face, bringing it towards his, “Just do as I say,” he whispered in your ears, “Don’t worry, al be gentle with ye,”

You began to tingle in a strange way as you watched him, undoing your corset, leaving you sitting in your undergarment.

“Stand up,” He said quietly. You did, and his fingers unlaced your robe. He watched as it fell to the floor.

You suddenly felt embarassed by your body, but his eyes bulged as he raked it, aggressively pulling your naked self towards him.

“God almighty, you’re beautiful,” his rough hands traced your skin, your breasts and your arse.

“Now, get down on the bed,” he breathed.

As you did so, he removed his kilt, left in his undershirt. You could see his member now, erect and large. So very large.

He laughed as he saw you eyeing it, walking towards you.

You curled up, instinctively hugging your knees as he purposefully strutted towards you.

Dougal gave you a sympathetic look, moving slowly. Placing is hands on your knees.

“Now, spread your legs for me,” he whispered, pushing your knees apart, leaving both your cunt and breasts exposed.

He held his prick in his hands, rubbing it softly. He brought it close to you, rubbing it on your cunt, rubbing your clit and making you whimper softly.

Then he put it it. You gasped as he did so, feeling it inside you. It hurt, for a moment or two.

He thrusted gently, as you whimpered, the pain fading away and the pleasure beginning. Dougal smiled when you first moaned, taking it as a cue to work faster, thrusting and thrusting, making your breasts jolt with the force.

You tried to keep quiet, not wanting to alert the whole clan of your whorishness, but it was futile. He was doing things you’d never thought were possible.

He grunted as he thrusted, “Aye, yer a virgin alright, tight as fresh leather,” he panted as he thrusted.

You answered only with moans.

“Enjoying yerself lass?” He chuckled, placing his hands on your breasts, massaging them, making you call out.

He was rapid now, as you felt the pressure of him and his member thundering down on you, the sound of clapping skin filling the room.

In his final thrusts, you called out his name in pleasure, arching your back as you felt his seed fill you.

You turned over on your back, out of breath.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, lass,” Dougal asked, finger tracing your belly.

You were still reeling from your last orgasm, still feeling his cum deep in you as you whispered, “More.”

“More?” He chuckled, looking down at you, spread out.

“Please,” you said, meeting his gaze. He gave you a deeply satisfied smile.

“There’s nothing I want more, lassie, but I don’t want to harm you. Yer only wee,”

You got to your knees on the bed, looking up at him with deep eyes.

“Ach, alright wee yin, but ye’ll no tell anyone about this, ken?”

You smiled and nodded desperately.

“Ok, you’ll be doing something for me now,” he said, lying down on the bed.

You waited for your next orders.

“Get on top of me, lass,”

You did as he said, gasping at it entered you once more.

“Up and down, just like that, good girl,” he said, fondling your breasts.

You felt the pleasure once more, increasing the pace.

“Not too fast,” he said, and you slowed.

“God almighty,” he breathed heavily, “Are ye sure this is yer first time, girl?”

You moaned softly as you rode him, doing what he told you, until you felt him release into you once more.

When you had both finished, you attempted to get off of him, but he stopped you.

“Stay right here, girl,”

You put your head on his chest, his prick still inside you, falling asleep in his grip.

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#2 You Need to Calm Down (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Just like every other one of my posts, the one contains severe lemon. Also, requests for other character imagines are open. Enjoy :))

You awoke with a swelling pain just about everywhere, your mind racing, gazing up at blue walls that you didn’t recognise. You were in a bed, tucked up with blue bedsheets, spattered with your own blood.

Then you noticed another figure in the room. Your confused expression transformed into one of disbelief.

“Billy?” Your vision was blurred, but you recognised his body shape, his curls, the sillouette of his face next to the window.

“Shit, Y/n. Shit!” Billy said, noticing your waking, forgetting his cigarette completely and coming closer to the foot of the bed.

“Billy, where am I?” You asked, scoping the blue walls and shelves filled with dinosaurs and race cars.

“My old bedroom. Y/n I-”

“Your bedroom?! Billy why am I in your bedroom?” You asked in disbelief, pulling yourself up into a sitting position and wincing in pain.

“I’m…Y/n I…I’m so sorry!”

You couldn’t believe you were here. You hated Billy Hargrove with a passion. How did you get here?

Last you could remember, you were in an alleyway, giving the asshole a piece of your mind. It was the third time in a row he’d given you a disgusting smirk that made you shiver. Yes, you remembered now. You were walking home and he’d said something to you, something stupid, you couldn’t remember what it was. Nevertheless, you were not in a good mood as it was, and Billy had a way of pushing all your buttons.

And then…What had happened? Searing pain, Boys’ shouts, that’s all you could remember.

“Why did you have to come up to me in that stupid fucking alleyway, Y/n?!” He ran his fingers through his hair in stress, “They would never have hurt you if you hadn’t been with me!”

“Who, Billy?” You asked. He turned away.

Instinctively, you touched his hand, pulling him down to sit on the foot of the bed. There was something unpleasant about seeing him like this, stressed, guilty.

“I got involved with the wrong people, Y/n,” he took a long drag of the cigarette, “Fuck knows why I’m even telling you this. But they must’ve seen you with me in the alley, and thought you were my…I don’t know, girlfriend or something?”

You didn’t know what to say. You just looked at him, watching his worry filled eyes.

“I’m so, so sorry, Y/n. You should never have been there. I should’ve managed to stop them. I fucked it up. I fucked everything up, as usual,” he looked vulnerable, self hating. You didn’t want him to do anything stupid. Hurt himself.

“It’s ok, Billy,” you said softly. Reaching for his hand.

“It’s not fucking ok!” He took a drag of his cigarette, his temper coming out to play, moving closer to you subconsciously.

You suddenly noticed how close the two of you were, his thigh almost touching your own.

You didn’t want Billy to be like this, you knew it was his fault, but he looked so broken.

“Everything fucked, Y/n,” he said, pushing his hands through his hair in stress.

“You need to calm down,” you said softly.

“Calm down?! How can I calm down! Look at yourself!”

He was right, the mirror showed two massive cuts on your cheeks, but you couldn’t even feel them at the moment.

Maybe it was temporary insanity caused by pain, but you were used to cocky, carefree Billy. This seemed wrong.

Instinctively, you pulled one of your legs over the boy’s chest, straddling him.

“You need to calm down, Billy,” you whispered.

He looked as shocked as you felt, his eyes wide, “Y/n, what are you doing?” He breathed.

“Let me help you calm down,” you said feeling his dick grow hard under your pussy, sending shivers through your own body. Even through his jeans, it looked bigger than you ever could have anticipated.

You pulled down his jeans and underwear, gasping at the sight of it. You were really doing this, and fuck, it felt good. You looked up at him, “I’m so sorry, Y/n,” he said quietly.

“Shh,” you whispered, “let me help you.”

You enclosed your lips around his member, working your way down to the balls. You had never done this before, but by the way Billy was groaning, you could tell you were doing it right.

When you were done, Billy tried to sit upand grab you, but you put a gentle hand on his chest, taking your own shirt off.

“Shh, Billy, let me make you feel better,” you leaned over, letting your breasts kiss his face before moving up until your bits were above his dick, painfully hard.

“You want this, Y/n?” He asked softly.

You nodded, letting him enter you, gasping as you felt it inside. Starting slowly, you rode him up and down, shaking at how amazing he made you feel.

Beneath you, he grunted in agreement, grabbing your ass and pushing you further into him, making you moan loud.

Suddenly he grabbed you, flipping you over so he was on top. You gasped.

“Billy, what are you doing?”

“My turn, Y/n,” he said in such a way that made you understand that you were in for the ride of your life.

He stood up, opening up your legs, grabbing your back, slamming his dick into you, making you yell his name over and over again

You let him do what he wanted with you, let him slam you into the wall, cup your breasts.

You both climaxed as he pulled you into the air, you wrapping your legs around him, feeling him drop a load into you, warmth running through you as you cried out his name.

When you finished, the two of you collapsed onto the bed, you winding your legs around him, him tracing a gentle finger over your breasts.

“Billy?” You asked quietly.

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

“Nice dinosaur wallpaper,”

[friskylittleimagines]

Stop liking this post!! This is a side project . It is horrible. I hate it. Please, let this not be what I’m known for. Follow my other accounts. Please.

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#3 Spontaneous (Jim Hawkins x Reader)

Are you really surprised that there’s lemon in this? Requested by @lennonrosish

“You two,” Silver pointed at the two of you, “Watch the ship,”

“Aww, c’mon Silver—”

“Why shouldn’t I get to go?—”

You and Jim both spoke up in unison, but the cyborg silenced him you.

“Someone’s got to stay on the ship, and I’ll be damned if I let that Scroop do it. Besides, this planets’s to dangerous for a couple of kids.”

You folded your arms in disagreement, huffing.

Silver chuckled, ruffling your hair as you yelped in defience, pushing his hand away.

Since you got on the ship, the old creature had been treating you and Jim like his children. You were ashamed to admit you were glad he did so. Especially since you had never had any father of your own.

Jim laughed at you as you tried to fix your hair and you pushed him playfully.

Now, Jim you knew. You had known Jim since you were both very little. You were six and he was seven when you first met in the market of the spaceport. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when you became best friends, but you knew you had been ever since.

The two of you watched the small boat take away from the ship, sighing.

“So, what do you want to do, Jim?” You asked, turning around and seeing nothing but emptiness next to you.

“Jim?” You asked, doing a three sixty, scoping the deck, “Oh no,” you sighed to yourself.

Jim and you had an ongoing game of hide and seek, very mature of you, you know, but it’s tradition. Jim has the habit of hiding in dark spaces and jumping out at you.

“Jim?” You say, looking around the eerily deserted ship, “This is creepy!”

Climbing up the steps, you get to the main deck, gazing up at the massive sail posts, like tree trunks in the night sky. Mesmerised by the look of the sails and the stars, you don’t notice a figure entwined in the ropes just above you. Not until it’s too late.

“Boo!” Jim calls, landing right in front of you, making you scream. He collapses in laughter.

“Very funny, James,” you say, huffing.

“Aww, Y/n don’t be mad. You’d think after ten years you’d be used to it by now,” he stood in front of you.

For the first time in a decade, you felt something strange descend upon you while looking at Jim. You were painfully aware of how close the two of you were.

“Y/n—” Jim began but a great wind interrupted him, blowing the sails and causing a great rock in the ship. Before the two of you knew it, Jim was on top of you, between your legs.

You looked up at him in shock, unable to move under the weight of his muscles. He laughed.

You laughed as well, looking up at him, but neither of you moved. You were secretly glad of it.

His eyes trailed from your face down your body, then back up to your eyes.

You were never spontaneous. You were Y/n, sensible, smart, perhaps even a little rigid, but this boy made you spontaneous. Ever since you met him that day in the market, you had been doing stupidly spontaneous things, like spontaneously signing up for this crew, or spontaneously allowing him to make you feel certain ways.

Now, you spontaneously pulled his collar down to you, kissing his lips fiercely.

It was as if he had been waiting for the green light, grabbing your face and kissing you with all the force he had. You wrapped your already open legs around his own, making him freeze and pull away.

At first you thought you had done something wrong, but the boy grinned at you, a question in his eyes. You nodded.

He fumbled around at your shirt discarding it to the side.

You took off your own bra. You wanted to let him know you were ok with this. Plus, he’d probably mess it up, anyway.

He looked down at your breasts in wonder, kissing them and sucking. He took off your pants and underwear. You couldnt believe you were here completely naked in front of Jim, under the stars.

His face travelled down from your chest to your pussy, kissing it first, and then licking it gently, making you quiver. You moaned as he became rougher, throwing your head back.

You finally released it all into his mouth. He licked it up.

You watched him as he travelled up again, so his dick was just above your own pussy. You could feel him getting hard as you took off his shirt.

You gasped as he entered you, letting him do what he wanted. He started slow, then quickened. You were glad no one else was on the ship, as you were becoming louder and louder. You couldn’t help it, he felt so yous

You let him flip you over, so that you were lying on your front on the deck, his hands on your ass as he entered you again, pulling you towards him as he thrusted into you. You were screaming his name now, feeling it so deep in your hole as he expertly fucked you.

You climaxed together, feeling him cum, his warmth filling you up as you whimpered his name.

You both rolled over, you wrapping your legs around him as you looked up at the stars, him stroking your hair.

“Y/n, that was—”

“Spontaneous,” you whispered, and he chuckled, shaking his head.

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Could you do a Jim Hawkins or Lord of the Rings Lemon? Just any of them really. Love ur account, btw!!

Tysm :) I’ve just got back from the hospital, and need a shower but I’ll start writing either today or tomorrow!

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#2 You Need to Calm Down (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Just like every other one of my posts, the one contains severe lemon. Also, requests for other character imagines are open. Enjoy :))

You awoke with a swelling pain just about everywhere, your mind racing, gazing up at blue walls that you didn’t recognise. You were in a bed, tucked up with blue bedsheets, spattered with your own blood.

Then you noticed another figure in the room. Your confused expression transformed into one of disbelief.

“Billy?” Your vision was blurred, but you recognised his body shape, his curls, the sillouette of his face next to the window.

“Shit, Y/n. Shit!” Billy said, noticing your waking, forgetting his cigarette completely and coming closer to the foot of the bed.

“Billy, where am I?” You asked, scoping the blue walls and shelves filled with dinosaurs and race cars.

“My old bedroom. Y/n I-”

“Your bedroom?! Billy why am I in your bedroom?” You asked in disbelief, pulling yourself up into a sitting position and wincing in pain.

“I’m...Y/n I...I’m so sorry!”

You couldn’t believe you were here. You hated Billy Hargrove with a passion. How did you get here?

Last you could remember, you were in an alleyway, giving the asshole a piece of your mind. It was the third time in a row he’d given you a disgusting smirk that made you shiver. Yes, you remembered now. You were walking home and he’d said something to you, something stupid, you couldn’t remember what it was. Nevertheless, you were not in a good mood as it was, and Billy had a way of pushing all your buttons.

And then...What had happened? Searing pain, Boys’ shouts, that’s all you could remember.

“Why did you have to come up to me in that stupid fucking alleyway, Y/n?!” He ran his fingers through his hair in stress, “They would never have hurt you if you hadn’t been with me!”

“Who, Billy?” You asked. He turned away.

Instinctively, you touched his hand, pulling him down to sit on the foot of the bed. There was something unpleasant about seeing him like this, stressed, guilty.

“I got involved with the wrong people, Y/n,” he took a long drag of the cigarette, “Fuck knows why I’m even telling you this. But they must’ve seen you with me in the alley, and thought you were my...I don’t know, girlfriend or something?”

You didn’t know what to say. You just looked at him, watching his worry filled eyes.

“I’m so, so sorry, Y/n. You should never have been there. I should’ve managed to stop them. I fucked it up. I fucked everything up, as usual,” he looked vulnerable, self hating. You didn’t want him to do anything stupid. Hurt himself.

“It’s ok, Billy,” you said softly. Reaching for his hand.

“It’s not fucking ok!” He took a drag of his cigarette, his temper coming out to play, moving closer to you subconsciously.

You suddenly noticed how close the two of you were, his thigh almost touching your own.

You didn’t want Billy to be like this, you knew it was his fault, but he looked so broken.

“Everything fucked, Y/n,” he said, pushing his hands through his hair in stress.

“You need to calm down,” you said softly.

“Calm down?! How can I calm down! Look at yourself!”

He was right, the mirror showed two massive cuts on your cheeks, but you couldn’t even feel them at the moment.

Maybe it was temporary insanity caused by pain, but you were used to cocky, carefree Billy. This seemed wrong.

Instinctively, you pulled one of your legs over the boy’s chest, straddling him.

“You need to calm down, Billy,” you whispered.

He looked as shocked as you felt, his eyes wide, “Y/n, what are you doing?” He breathed.

“Let me help you calm down,” you said feeling his dick grow hard under your pussy, sending shivers through your own body. Even through his jeans, it looked bigger than you ever could have anticipated.

You pulled down his jeans and underwear, gasping at the sight of it. You were really doing this, and fuck, it felt good. You looked up at him, “I’m so sorry, Y/n,” he said quietly.

“Shh,” you whispered, “let me help you.”

You enclosed your lips around his member, working your way down to the balls. You had never done this before, but by the way Billy was groaning, you could tell you were doing it right.

When you were done, Billy tried to sit upand grab you, but you put a gentle hand on his chest, taking your own shirt off.

“Shh, Billy, let me make you feel better,” you leaned over, letting your breasts kiss his face before moving up until your bits were above his dick, painfully hard.

“You want this, Y/n?” He asked softly.

You nodded, letting him enter you, gasping as you felt it inside. Starting slowly, you rode him up and down, shaking at how amazing he made you feel.

Beneath you, he grunted in agreement, grabbing your ass and pushing you further into him, making you moan loud.

Suddenly he grabbed you, flipping you over so he was on top. You gasped.

“Billy, what are you doing?”

“My turn, Y/n,” he said in such a way that made you understand that you were in for the ride of your life.

He stood up, opening up your legs, grabbing your back, slamming his dick into you, making you yell his name over and over again

You let him do what he wanted with you, let him slam you into the wall, cup your breasts.

You both climaxed as he pulled you into the air, you wrapping your legs around him, feeling him drop a load into you, warmth running through you as you cried out his name.

When you finished, the two of you collapsed onto the bed, you winding your legs around him, him tracing a gentle finger over your breasts.

“Billy?” You asked quietly.

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

“Nice dinosaur wallpaper,”

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#1 Too Much (Newt x Reader)

THIS COULD BE OFFENSIVE TO A SOME PEOPLE. CONTAINS RAPE/DRUGGING. EVERYTHING IN HERE IS FICTION. Contains a lot of lemon.

This wasn’t right. You didn’t feel ok. You thought it was the moonshine that did it, but yet, when you asked Newt, he just laughed and said, “That’s how it’s supposed to make you feel, Love!”

But you were feeling lightheaded and week, deciding to go to your tent and sleep it off. As you passed through the crowds of drunk boys, you found yourself in a quiet part of the glade. Things around you were spinning, but you could see your tent, welcoming as ever, only a few paces away.

You were taking a step forward when you stumbled on something unforeseen on the ground and lost your balance. Suddenly, an arm caught you before you hit the ground. You spun round. Even in your distorted eyesight, you could see it was Gally.

“Thank you,” You murmured, trying to find your balance once more, “I really don’t feel well.”

“I know,” Gally said, taking a gentle hold of your shoulders, “It’s fine,”

“Gally?” You whispered, your voice slurred, “What are you doing?”

“Shh,” He said quietly, “We’re just going to have some fun, Y/n,”

“Fun?” You asked, as he steered you towards his own tent, but something inside you was making your heart beat faster, “Gally could you just help me to my tent, please?”

But he was already pulling you inside his own. He pushed you onto the bed and you looked up at him with plead.

“It’s ok, Y/n, you just need to help me, just a little bit here.”

He was taking off your shoes, and socks.

“Gally, I don’t want this, please,” but you could hear the weakness in your own voice. Your arms and legs were like jelly as you tried to push him away.

“I’ve been in this god forsaken maze for two years, Y/n, and there are certain things that boys need.”

He was fumbling at you’re shirt, ripping it off, exposing your breasts.

“And then you were sent,” he traced a finger down the middle of your chest, sending a chill down your spine, “You were sent, to help us. You were sent to reward us, for all our hard work in the maze.”

He pulled off your trousers, leaving you naked.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n,” he said, resting his fingers on your pussy, rubbing them back and forth. You couldn’t help but emit a guilty moan, feeling his fingers in a place where no one else’s had ever been.

“You like that?” He smiled at you, but you averted eye contact.

He kept doing it, faster this time, “You do, don’t you?”

You couldn’t help yourself, groaning. You hated yourself for feeling the way you did.

“What is I do this?” He pressed his mouth to it, licking and pumping.

You wanted him to stop, you hadn’t said yes, and this was wrong. But your body felt elsewise. You couldn’t help the feelings you felt, the moans you made.

You couldn’t help it, you released all your juices into his mouth.

“Good girl. See? I told you it’d be fun,” he said opening your legs further, “Now it’s my turn to have fun,”

You whimpered as he brought out his dick. It wasn’t huge, but it was still the only one you’d ever seen.

“Please, Gally,” you said, as loud as you could, but it barely filled the small tent.

You bet your fists against his chest, calling as loud as you could.

He put a finger to your lips, “Shh, just let me have this, I deserve this.”

You closed your eyes.

The tent burst open, and a figure flew at Gally, knocking him to the floor.

“Love? Love!” Newt’s voice said in a panic. You opened your eyes.

You could see Newt was trying not to look at you, naked and spread legged. He pulled off his top, “Here, put this on,”

As you followed his instructions, Newt walked back over to Gally, on the floor, but concious. He kicked him, and punched him and left him some bruises that you were sure would last.

Tears fell from your eyes as you thought about what had happened. Newt heard your sniffles and walked over to you, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, catching him off guard. You wanted to thank him with all your heart, but your words had left you. He held you back, stroking your hair, whispering words if comfort.

“It’s ok, Love, I’m here.”

The next day, the whole glade gathered around the opening to the maze. You stood uncomfortably, feeling everyone’s eyes on you. At the end of hundreds of spears and sticks stood Gally.

“Gally, you are here under the crime of rape,” you winced at Alby’s words, “Do you have anything to say?”

Gally took a pause, then looked at you. You looked at the ground, wishing to god that this feeling would go away. Newt noticed this, stepping in front of you.

“We’re teenage boys,” Gally said, “She’s a girl. Do you think I’m the only one that’s going to try and fuck her? You think that I’m the only one that looks at her like that? Hell, I can see half of you doing it right now. And I’ll be here in the maze, waiting for the next poor guy who tries to get his dick wet.”

There was silence.

You were filled with rage. Calmly, you walked up to Gally. He was looking at you happily.

When you got to him, you knees him as hard as you could in his disgusting balls. You turned and walked away, hearing him groaning behind you.

Newt gave you a smile as you walked back to him. Gally was pushed into the maze.

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A Side Note

Hey lads, here are some absolutely shocking imagines that I am too ashamed of to post on my personal.

My content is DARK&SEXY&SHOULDNOTBETAKENSERIOUSLY

Also, it can probably get offensive/inaccurate at times, though I genuinely don’t want to offend or mislead anyone.

Ok, that’s that, let’s begin.