*squirms in seat*

Leather Jacket

Note: I had this in my drafts for a while, then Sebastian decides to grace us with his leather jacket?? fucc me. I don’t even write about the leather jacket - it’s a slight mention, lawl. oh and since I’m sick, I don’t feel up to finishing requests. hopefully this ties you guys over! not really sure what it is, just go along with it. gif credit to owner! feedback is always welcome, I love reading your comments!! .c


The heavy sound of boots with chains hanging from the shoelace loops caught your attention behind you. Your ears perked as you listened closely. Great. He’s here. You rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw as the sound got closer.

Bucky Barnes was a regular in the local library, just like you were. He was cocky, he rode a black motorcycle, he was way too flirty, and he got on your nerves. He didn’t waste a single second to piss you off and make you equally as flustered at the same time. You hated him. Also, you liked him. You’d never admit that there was any sexual tension between you two. The last thing that man needs is a bigger head. No, not that one. But if you could feel that tension, you knew he could.

“Pornographic books again, Doll?” His breath fanned across your cheek as he leaned down, his arms either side of you, his large hands resting on the table. You scoffed and ignored the shiver that ran down your spine when he not-so-subtly sniffed your hair. 

“A friend recommended this one, Barnes. Now get away, you smell like burnt rubber.” You nudged your elbow against his chest and he chuckled, moving to sit across from you at the table.

Taking off his leather jacket and setting it on the table, he slumped back in his seat, trailing his hand through his hair as he grinned at you.

“Is that so? They wanna get you all hot and bothered with a book? I can do that with my words.” He challenged, his blue eyes boring right into yours. You inhaled deeply - not missing the way his eyes fell to your cleavage in your low-cut top as it rose with your air intake - and ignored him.

Your eyes fell back onto your book that rest on the table. It was silent for a few moments and you actually got lost in the fantasy, subconsciously biting your bottom lip. Your thighs squeezed together and you let your tongue slowly lick your bottom lip before turning the page.

This caught Bucky’s attention. He watched as your eyes skimmed across the pages, the way you slightly squirmed in your seat. Bucky leaned forward and rest his elbows on the table as he smirked at you.

“You’re wet.” Bucky stated lowly, his eyes focused on your lips. Your head shot up and your mouth was agape. Bucky bit his lip this time, seeing as you made the perfect ‘o’ shape. His mind raced with thoughts of what your mouth would feel like against his, and full of his-

“What are you even doing here? Go bother someone else!” You slammed your book closed and sighed heavily, bringing him out of his thoughts. A loud shush came from the little old lady that came around a bookshelf. You gave her an apologetic smile before she rolled her eyes and left the space.

Bucky chuckled and leaned back in his chair again, linking his fingers behind his head. His biceps looked as if they were ready to rip through the material of his shirt. And fuck, if that didn’t do things to you. “Come on, you know I love teasing you, Doll.” He licked his lips and you cursed yourself for feeling your panties get even more wet at the sight of his tongue.

You felt blood rush to your face and you creased your eyebrows. Okay, it’s time he gets a taste of his own medicine. You crossed your arms to purposefully push your breasts together. Bucky’s biceps flexed as his eyes took in the sight of your cleavage once again. That got a reaction you were hoping for.

“Instead of teasing me all the time, why don’t you do something about it?” You countered innocently, tilting your head slightly. You lifted your foot underneath the table and trailed it up along the inside of Bucky’s leg. He let out a harsh breath, letting his eyes travel up to your face. His throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

You bit your lip again and raised your eyebrows, looking at him with such innocence, he felt his jeans tighten completely. He sat there completely still and utterly shocked. You let your foot drop back down. Got him

Seeing as he wasn’t going to respond anymore, you picked your book up again, only now you held it up in front of your face and continued to read. If you weren’t in the library right now, you would laugh so hard you’d be crying. The reaction on Bucky’s face was award winning.

After finishing another paragraph, it was finally quiet again. So quiet, that you couldn’t hear Bucky’s heavy breathing anymore. You were able to finish a whole page without any interruptions from him. You were lucky to get through that much before. 

You slowly brought your book down from your face and looked at the empty seat in front of you. Bucky wasn’t there, but his leather jacket was still on the table where he left it.

You turned your head, looking all around you and didn’t spot Bucky anywhere, or rather anyone. Your eyebrows creased with confusion as you looked at his empty seat again. He was just here and you didn’t even hear him leave or see him get up. Where did he even go?

Suddenly, you felt something stubbly - much like a face - sliding in between your legs, slowly moving closer to your soaking panties. A gasp fell from your lips as you felt two hands rest on the outsides of your thighs, gently pulling them apart.

Your chest rose and fell quickly as his fingers dug into your flesh. You knew it was Bucky just by the feel of him smirking and his long hair tickling your skin. His warm breath fanned out across your clothed pussy, and you immediately regretted wearing a skirt today. Actually, you regretted waking up and coming to the library today.

Bucky’s tongue licked a stripe up your panties and you felt his warm breath huff out against you. There’s no fucking way he’s doing this right now. His hands made their way towards the hem of your panties and he slid them down to your ankles, trailing his lips down your inner thigh. He sat still and you knew he was resting a moment to take in the sight of you, spread out and wet.

Your eyes shut as you felt him slide his face between your thighs again. You swallowed harshly and felt his tongue lick another stripe up your pussy, circling around your clit. A moan almost made its way out of your mouth but you bit down on your lip.

Bucky’s mouth closed around your clit and he started to suck, using his tongue to lightly nudge against it. Your hand shot down to grip onto his hair, your fingers tangling into his long locks. This seemed to get him going; he groaned against you, but stopped once he remembered he had to stay quiet.

Your thighs shook around Bucky’s head and you inhaled deeply when you felt his finger circling around your entrance. He gently slid his finger inside of you, curling perfectly to hit your g-spot. A soft whimper fell from your lips and he smirked against you. He shook his head back and forth and pulled you closer with his left hand.

You slapped your other hand over your mouth as felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. Bucky inserted a second finger, speedily sliding his fingers in and out of your tight, wet pussy. You tugged on his hair harshly as your eyes momentarily rolled into the back of your head and he pulled his mouth away, planting a kiss to your thigh before attaching his mouth to you again.

His tongue was long and felt so amazing, you were nearly in tears from holding in your moans. Bucky’s fingers nudged your g-spot one last time before you became a quivering mess in your chair. He kept going, pleasuring you through your orgasm as you came on his face.

Your eyes were hooded and your mouth was slightly open but nothing came out as you finished, your hips jerking a little as Bucky licked you clean. You slumped in your chair, breathing heavily, and felt him pull your panties back up. His lips planted a kiss to your clothed, sensitive clit before you felt him move away from you.

Bucky appeared out from under the table with a proud smirk, disheveled hair, and red cheeks. Then he smiled - an actual genuine smile - as he took in your wrecked appearance. He made a show of wiping his chin and sucking his finger and you sat up, feeling your thighs shake a little.

You cleared your throat, avoiding his playful stare. “What-what was that?” You whispered, bravely looking up at Bucky now. He licked his lips and chuckled deeply, running his hand through his hair again.

“I did something about it.”

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Not So Innocent Now

Word count: 1,460

Warning: smut, teasing, rough sex

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @study-me-misha for my first request!

The reader is Sam and Dean’s younger sister and Cas has had feelings for her for a long time. She starts to tease him round the bunker which leads to him snapping.

Tags: @badwolfy08 @jensen-gal

Originally posted by malachai-winchester

Cas watched as Y/N, the middle Winchester child, hugged her brothers after a particularly long and gruelling case. The look of triumph and her relaxed smile made Cas smile to himself. He always thought she looked so beautiful in these moments of complete satisfaction, being held in the arms of her family. A wave of sorrow also crashed through Cas as he wished for this love from his own family, but sadly he was an outcast from them. Abruptly, Cas was broken from his thoughts as Y/N ran over and embraced him tightly.

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      When it came to love, you never understood what all the fuss was about, truly, you didn’t. Not until you met Steve Harrington, that is, and the whole world just started making sense.


The first privilege came in arguably the most affectionate show of love – a kiss placed on your lips so early in the morning you never quite know whether you’re dreaming or awake. And it is the absolute sweetest because you are the first thing on Steve’s mind when he opens his eyes and the last one before he closes them.

Early birds chirp their cheery tunes at dawn and the sun slowly rises; bright rays peak through the closed curtains of your room and burn the side of your cheek in almost a loving way. Steve is the first to stir – naturally, he is much more sensitive to sudden changes in lighting and temperature – and once he pries one hazy sleep ridden eye open all he can make out is a blurry image of your white ceiling. He blinks a few times, inhales a few breaths that taste like your perfume before his senses finally flow back into him and he tilts his head to the side. His hair sticks to his face and he shoves it out his eyes; he sees you still deep in sleep and most likely dreaming. And he wastes no time to lay his hand on your waist, feel your hot skin burn his fingertips as a lazy smile blooms on his lips. This peace lasts a moment, or possibly much longer, after all it’s hard to tell time when most of the world is still sleeping. He leans in and captures your lips in a soft kiss – a kiss he gives you every morning because true to the fairytale of Sleeping Beauty, you can only be awoken by a true loves kiss. He tried other methods. Tickling. Calling your name. A dozen alarm clocks. Nothing got a reaction, except this one thing and he did not use it sparingly.

The vast skies of dreams cloud with reality as slowly you feel yourself sucked into a stuffy, hot room, with dewy sweat coating your skin and batches of hair tickling your cheeks. The senses alert  in one deep inhale and you grin immediately once you realize that Steve’s lips still rest on yours; a raspy giggle escapes you as you playfully smack his arm and he gradually, with one last peck on your cheek and a sweet and hoarse ‘Good morning…’ moves back to his pillow. Your hand finds his under the sheets, your fingers squeezing his as you hum.

Babe…” You whisper.


Not morning…”

“Morning. School.”



Hawkins Movie Theatre is your favorite spot to hang out and of course Steve knows this. After all, he took you here on your first date. So each time you stepped through those double doors felt like the first time holding his hand all over again.

Midnight séance. A horror movie with flashy imagery and more nudity than you expected plays on screen as teenagers that are legal and not sit in couples and whisper amongst themselves. You sink into the plush red seat and inhale the scent of popcorn, cola, and something frying. The sounds are loud and unpleasant and you have to refrain from cringing when the volume jumps just a bit too loud. Your eyes stay glued to the screen despite the urge to ogle your boyfriend – you know that once you glance at him you will be unable to look away.

His hand rests on your thigh. Naturally, shoulder hugs are only for starting lovebirds, but you still remember how he pulled the old ‘yawn-wrap-my-arm-around-your-shoulders-don’t-freak-out-please’ shtick on you and how you absolutely swooned. Suddenly memories appear more interesting than the movie and you drift away. Oh, what a rainy day it had been when he had asked you out, not all that smug and cool. Not like the rumors painted him to be at all. He caught you after school, after basketball practice, as you were leaving your club with a stack of books and flyers occupying the space in your hands. He had offered to carry some heavier books and you had smiled sweetly at him for it. Then, once you reached your locker, and as you put the clutter away he had asked you if you wanted to ‘Catch a movie sometime?’. Your first reaction was to raise a brow in confusion and mild amusement. When you saw that he was serious, and despite himself nervous, your cheeks bloomed red and a shaky ‘Yeah…I’d like that’ fell from your lips before you could even think about it.

Steve’s hand squeezes your thigh and you perk up. Meeting eyes with him you try to bite down the smile. Seems he got bored of the movie, too.


Your house had been turned upside down as you, in great anger, tried to explain what the hell had happened to one of your friends. And how no one was supposed to know about it.

Steve sat on your bed with a book in his hand – English literature, can’t say it’s his favorite – as you pace around the small space of your room with your hands up in the air repeating the same wild gestures as you fight to control the volume of your voice. With blushed cheeks and a permanent frown on your face, you suddenly halt and stare at him, “Can you believe it?!”

“No.” He says, turning a page, “How could she?” His voice tatters on the edge of genuine interest. Frankly, he doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal, but if you want to vent he isn’t going to stop you.

“I know, right!?” You release a frustrated sigh and run a shaky hand through your hair; a moment of absolute silence passes and worried Steve glances up at you. Wide eyed, you state, “I don’t think I can be friends with her after this.”

You want his opinion. Dear God, you want his opinion. His advice is debatable in quality (Dustin, after all, didn’t get the girl despite Steve’s 100% proven technique) and to toss in his two cents in the beef that you have with your friend? This may potentially ruin your and hers friendship, or at the very least what’s left of it. Silently, he puts the book aside and motions for you to come closer. Sadly you walk over, and gently grasping your hand he pulls you into his lap. His head comes to rest on your shoulder as his arms wrap around your waist and you find a comfortable position to rest. A heavy sigh escapes your lips and he can’t help but frown. He doesn’t want to see you like this.

Hey…” He calls softly, his fingers hooking some loose strands of (color) hair over your ear, “Don’t be sad. I mean, I’m really not the best person to discuss girl troubles with, but like you said…She’s a bitch.”

You nod, “I know, but…But she’s my bitch, Steve.”

He thinks, “…Yeah. She’s your bitch.”

“I should call her.”

“Yep. You go do that.”


You love looking at pictures. Especially on rainy days when there is nothing better to do and the need for social interaction is on an all-time low. You suppose you like them so much because they are proof. Proof that something magical had happened.

Oh my God!” Your mother cries, her hands grasping the Polaroid camera as if her life depends on it, “Oh my God, (F/Name)! (F/Name) come here! Our little baby’s all grown up now!” Her voice cracks at the end and you can’t help but release an amused smile.

You share a look with Steve. He gives a shrug. The two of you stand together, his arm around your waist. Graduation. You wear your best dress, finest hairdo, and perfect smile. You are positive Steve put an extra hours’ worth of work into his hair today, and you have the sudden urge to run your finger through it, though the amount of self-control you have surprises even you.

Another flash lights up the room and flinch and squint your eyes to shield yourself from the sudden attack. This is possibly the sixteenth picture that had fallen to the floor with your mothers promise to ‘Pick it up later! Now pose!’. Not having the heart in you to refuse her, you straighten your back, smile to the camera, and pray that you don’t look half as uncomfortable as you feel. Steve leans in and you feel his breath brush your ear, “Do you think she’ll ever stop?”

“Smile and pretend like you’re having a good time, sweetie.”


The amount of records you have stocked up in your room makes Steve proud to call you his girl. The fact that the two of you share the same music taste is a huge plus, too.

…And your favorite song starts playing on the radio that goes in perfect tune with your laughing. Steve’s car suddenly turns into a dance floor – you squirm in your seat and do quick work to open the window to let the whole neighborhood hear your jam. The stars shape into fairy lights and street lamps flicker like at the disco on a Friday night. You close your eyes and inhale the scent of dewy grass as and wind and pollinated sleeping flowers. Summer is your favorite time of year, and no matter what hour you decide to sneak out the house you always find yourself in a permanent state of daze and awe. Last remnants of heat tickle your cheeks and you flash your eyes open, look at Steve and he shares your brilliant smile.

You hold your choice of beer up to his face, “Sippy!” You demand. He gives you a dismissive laugh, his hands firmly on the steering wheel as he continues to drive around.

“I can’t—“ But before he can finish you turn up the volume and demand again.


“I’ll have to park the car!” He warns. You shake your head, “We’ll have to walk a mile home!”

“Don’t care! Sippy!”

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Originally posted by dazzlingkai


Donate | Masterlist

A = Aftercare 

Kai’s definitely going to be a guy that’s going to take care of you well. He’s got dogs that are practically his kids, his niece, Taeoh, on Yummy Yummy he said he wanted to know how to cook so he can help his wife. He’s going to take care of you, and happily do it too. He’s one that’s got a warm rag on stand by, lotions and things are waiting in the bedside.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

We all know the golden part on Jongin is his hips, c’mon. He relishes in how him just dancing can get you all hot and bothered, watching the sharp thrusts and fluid rolls. I’m not even going to try and act like he’s not a basic lil horny boy. He likes your boobs. No use hiding it. He’s almost kid-ish with his touching fixation he has with you, he likes squeezing the soft bits of you, that includes ya titties. 

C = Cum 

Kai’s still pretty young, I don’t think he’s quite mastered the art of not making a fucking mess with his male tears. He’s pretty messy, and very vocal when he cums. He’s a pretty loud moaner with you in general, but when he finishes, he goes up a good 4-6 notches in volume. 

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 

While he’s really touchy feely with you, he’s got somewhat of a voyeur kink, that he hasn’t revealed to you yet. Kai has such open play with you, that he likes toying with the idea of not being allowed to touch you, and just having to watch you play all by yourself while he’s squirming in his seat. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Between him and Sehun borrowing Noonas’ phones and returning them with the history deleted, and he was the only one of him and Sehun who understood the dick joke the lady on Yummy Yummy said, I’m pretty damn sure his ass knows about dicks and sex and the whole shabang. He knows too much about moving those damn hips too. If he hasn’t had sex, then I wanna know who taught him that shit. He’s easily taught though, so if he doesn’t know what’s going down, he knows enough from watching things to know what to do, he’s just gotta apply his knowledge to you.

F = Favorite position

Knowing he needs proper room to work the magic that is Kai’s hips, doggy style is usually what he prefers. You laid out before him, exposed to his eyes, and unknowing of when he’ll strike. From behind, he’s able to get his grab on, let his hands wander around your back, easily reach around and touch your chest, grab a handful of your ass, and be able to unleash the beast that is his thrusts? it’s the best of all worlds in his eyes.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Kai’s a typically lighthearted and goofy guy in most situations, I don’t see any way that doesn’t spill over into his sex life. Although sometimes he likes to play that there’s a difference between Jongin(ur soft lil bby bf) and Kai(ready to fuck you into next week), in general, the atmosphere isn’t tense or serious, it’s all fun with him.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
He whips those abs out so much, my Nana makes so many jokes about his lil nip nops it kills me. Not much hair in sight, and he’s very clean and put together but he does have stubble a lot so I don’t think he shaves every day. I think he grooms down there, but it’s not very frequently, maybe a few times a month. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

[Back to Aftercare] He’s very loving, and caring, and he’d be the most romantic you can imagine. He’s the classic kind of romance, maybe a few candles but mostly he’s very vocal during sex, cooing about how perfect you are, how well you take him, how much he loves you. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
[Back to using the Noona’s phone….] Kai almost always has his hand on his dick, let’s be honest. I think it’s hilarious he’s playing a character that addicted to video games and porn, that’s practically him at this point. He’s all the time in the bathroom, or always in the shower. He’s not fooling anyone, but we’ll just let him think he’s being sneaky. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
I lowkey think Kai has(i think this is what its called) exhibition kink? Or is it voyeur? Idk, whatever, he likes being watched with you. He doesn’t necessarily want a threesome, but it’s been toyed with in convo, that you might try out at some point with having a third person just watch.
He watched porn with sehun dont play me i know whats going on

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Kai will pretty much nail you anywhere, he’s not a stickler for location. Seeing as Chan’s the lockpick master, a locked door doesn’t even matter so with the amount of times Chan has gotten into the bathroom while Kai’s in there…Kai just doesn’t care anymore. He favors the bathroom though, he likes plopping some nice bathbombs in the tub and spending some relaxing time with you before he takes you for a ride. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Grindings kind of his thing, all you have to do is trick him into back hugging you and roll your hips back into his crotch, and he’s sweeping you off to find a closet or bathroom or practice room to bend you over. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While he does have a thing for being watched, under no circumstances will he agree to a threesome, no matter who the third person is. Kai’s pretty protective and possessive, which is why he likes being watched, it sends a pretty clear message that you’re his and they can watch all they want but they can’t touch you like he can, can’t make you moan like he can, can’t make you cum like he can. It’s a show of dominance to him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

I don’t trust his tongue tbh Kai’s more of a fan of being in you, rather than your mouth or his on you. But of course foreplay is very important, and he doesn’t dislike going down on you, he’s actually really good at it, he’s just so impatient he’d rather get to the main event. He doesn’t turn down a bj, but again, he’d rather be in between your legs, rather than in your mouth. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

If his damn thrusts are any indication to how he is in the sack, Kai’s got a pretty fast pace. His thrusts are pretty unforgiving, and teeters on the line of being rough, but he’s good at reading your body if he’s being a little too rough.`

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are actually really frequent in your relationship, Kai’s a fan of being able to pull you away from the group or something for a fast pounding, more so because he likes seeing your face all flushed and hair a mess when you two return to the group and have to pretend like nothing happened even though everyone knows…they know..

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Kai’s really playful in the bedroom, if you or him want to try something, there’s almost a 100% chance you’ll test it out, at least once. Positions, toys, locations, kinks, etc, he’s game to try anything with you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Kai’s still young, and he’s got a lot of young boy energy still. Sex with him lasts a significant time, and dick entering stuff lasts a good 5-10 mins, but one round is all he can handle honestly.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He’s got a few basics, just to bring in just for a little extra fun every once in a while. Some silk ropes, a blindfold, some interesting vibrating panties. They’re not used very frequent, but when they come out, he does enjoy them a lot.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kai is a bit of a little shit, he’s really into teasing you a lot. He likes watching you twitch, and he gets off on you begging, so teasing is an all time favorite of his. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He’s insanely loud, to the point you’ve joked and toyed with the idea of getting him a freaking ball gag. He’s a moaner, but hell that might as well be bumped up and call him a screamer, he’s so loud. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Lord knows you’ve been walked in on more times than you can count, being walked in by the EXO members that you’re close to is already bad, but the dressing room backstage during an SM event when Kai’s squeezing a quick one on and you’re caught with your pants around your ankles and a dick in you by Taemin is top 5 worse moments of your life. Kai found it hilarious though…idiot boy…

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I have a fascination with Kai’s crotch. Is that weird? Same with Taemin and Hansol, I really like the guys that know how to tuck right and it’s practically completely flat in the front. 

but boi :)))))

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

How may horny puppy references can I make? Bcuz that’s what he is. His sex drive is just a smidgen above average, just high enough that it’s a ‘did you seriously pop another boner? didnt we just do this smh’ kind of thing. He’s pretty much ready to go at any moment, and he’s turn on at the drop of a hat, so I’ll pray for your souls.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I imagine Kai as a puppy tbh. After he’s had his little work out, he needs a nap straight away. So Kai falls asleep fairly quickly after you two do the do, even if he’s only got a few more minutes to spare, he’s done closed his eyes and he’s snoring. Night Night Nini. 

arm candy | M

“Yes, Mr. Jeon.”

pairing: jungkook x reader (ft. jimin)
genre: ceo!au — smut
warnings: semi public blowjob, quickie, “mr.” kink, teenie tiny tinge of sub!jungkook but mostly dom!jungkook
word count: 3.6k

note: this is.. a result of me trying to obliterate my crippling writers block — in other words, it’s not very good. it’s also not 100% edited yet, so i’ll probably do that overtime. if you do read it and enjoy it, im glad! thank you for the support.

“Show me, _____.” Jimin demands, the soft tone of his voice contrasting with the roughness of the order.

You emerge from behind the wall, your body adorned in an expensive, double coloured skintight dress, bottom half pale pink and top half black.

The low cut dress mildly disagrees with your figure and you feel the overwhelming urge to cover yourself with your hands as he closely observes you. You’re his golden trophy and he knows it, a smile quirking at his lips.

“Stunning,” he whispers to himself, approaching you cautiously, “you look gorgeous.”

Naturally, you blush at the compliments he gives you. As much as you hate your job — if you could even call it that — his sickly sweet words never fail to make you feel worth something more to him than what you truly are.

“Thank you.”

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Everything’s Better with a Beard

Steve x Reader
WC: 1889
Warnings: Swear words, masturbation, oral sex
Summary: Reader has a crush on Cap and wonders what he would look (and feel!) like with a beard…
AN: I feel like I haven’t been giving Steve enough love lately plus with all the commotion about Cap with a beard, I had to give this a go. Though I will admit, everything is better with a beard…Also, I’m kinda wordy…sorry

It was one of those nights where just the girls were hanging out. It was a rare opportunity and a nice feeling, You were all at various levels of intoxication sitting together around the living room area and conversation flowed as easily as the wine.

“You know, we probably should have made more snacks,” mused Pepper, always looking out for everyone.

Maria and Natasha snorted, “Please,” replied Natasha, “Eating just means less room for wine!” She raised her glass in a toast, “To us!”

Everyone cheered.

“Ugh, what’s with this lumberjack look?” commented Maria, while flipping through the pages of a magazine. “Whatever happened to clean shaven, respectable looking men?”

“Now now,” Pepper scolded her, “Goatees are pretty sexy,” she smirked.

“That’s because a goatee is groomed, but a beard? Yuck,” Maria retorted.

“I don’t know,” you chimed in. “I’m of the personal philosophy that a beard makes everything better.”

Natasha nodded in agreement. “I think some men just suit beards… Though I suppose the true test is if they look good with a beard and without one.”

Maria disagreed, “But beard burn? Eww. I’m a grown-ass lady. I don’t need evidence of my necking.”

You laughed at her, “First of all, how old are you? Who says necking? Secondly, I dunno… there’s something about the roughness of it… All scratchy and manly.” You could feel yourself blushing, as if you had said too much.

Just then, the guys entered the room. You were fairly certain that they hadn’t heard any of the previous conversation. You took a long swallow of your drink, hoping it would cool you off.

The topic of conversation turned to the upcoming mission. You were one of the two remaining behind as your particular skills weren’t needed so you didn’t really pay attention to the conversation. Instead, you casually observed your friends, one in particular, until Natasha elbowed you.

“You’re staring,” she muttered to you.

You felt yourself turn red again. Apparently you weren’t as casual as you thought you were.

Leaning into you, she whispered, “I wonder what Cap would look like with a beard.”

You had often wondered the same thing.

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Friends With Benfits

Pairing: Stuart x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Warnings: holy lord, a lot of sin.

Words: 3627

Author’s Note: This is the first smut I’ve written that’s actually one of Dyl’s characters, and I love Stuart so I picked him. I got the idea from my best bb Caitlin. Thanks to @dumbass-stilinski for reading it over, proofreading, and lurking around when I was writing it last night. Hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


I’ve known Stuart for literally most of my life and ever since he’s left for college we haven’t had the chance to meet up and see each other. A lot of people don’t really know this, but Stuart was ultimately the one who took my virginity. A few days after that night, we couldn’t stand being away from each other, and managed to find our way into his bed again. That night, he made me cum so many times that I lost count. They way his hands, lips, and tongue felt on my warm skin it easily became addictive, especially that wonderful cock of his. For not having sex that many times he really knows what he’s doing and I’m loving it, so much that he’s ruined it for other guys. After so many times that we had fucked we decided to become friends with benefits, none of us declared the whole “no strings attached” rule, because I’ve honestly had a crush on him since we were kids, I just don’t know how he feels about me. It’s been about four or five months since me and Stuart have fucked and I’m going through major withdrawals.

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BTS//Jealous Sex

Request: A long bts reaction to jealous sex

~This came out longer than I expected


Making his way back to you, long strides stopping abruptly as he spots another mans figure besides you, the guy being the one you fangirl over. Reminiscing all the times you had fawned over his beauty, squealing when he did something cute/sexy and complimenting his voice, just going on and on. Fist clenching as he witnesses the guy intertwine his fingers with yours, pulling you closer planting a peck on your cheek, smirking at the blush creeping onto your face then turning on his heels walking away from you.

Jin’s pace quickens, stopping in front of you looking down at you like you were prey. Your face is still tinted pink as you look at your boyfriend with sparkling eyes and a bright smile, throwing your arms around him but hesitantly pulling away when you notice he didn’t return the actions. His stone cold face coming into view, you are about to question him but are interrupted.

“You let him kiss you, why?”

You didn’t have time to answer as he pushes you into the closest room, eyes adjusting to the darkness feeling his hands sneak up your shirt gripping your hips, bucking his hips up into yours and grinding hard. Removing your pants and panties, fingers slipping through your folds and rubbing your clit. His hand aligning his member before pushing into you slowly, pace picking up causing your moans to become louder his name leaving your mouth.

“Don’t let others touch what is mine”


Eyes fluttering open as his sleep was disturbed once again, puffs out a breath of frustration gaining annoyance from the dinging coming from your phone. Pushing himself up, feet padding along the wooden floor over to your bedside. Looking down at your phone, squinting from the brightness hitting his drowsy eyes. Several messages from your ex were in your notifications and more kept coming, the sleep fully escaped his body and he processed what was happening.

A fire fills his body, turning his attention towards your sleeping form, arm outstretching grabbing your shoulder and shaking you lightly but with enough force to wake you. Tired whines leaving your lips as you swat him away from you, he snatches your hands pinning them over your head. Your eyes widening as you are met with his angry ones.

“Why are you still talking to your ex”

Taken off guard by his question, shaking your head with confusion you open your mouth to explain but are quickly cut off by his lips taking yours into a rough kiss. His hands roaming down your body ripping your panties off, lining up his hardened length slamming into you, lip moving away from your swollen ones moving down to your chest and sucking harshly leaving red marks before traveling lower.

“You’re mine remember that”


Rushing after you, hand hitting the door you were about to slam on his face. Was aggravated with how you were flirting with the employee at the store and it made him even madder that you kept denying it, saying how he was delirious and you were only asking him questions. Grasps your shoulder turning you around to face him, face still full with anger wanting you to admit to him what you were actually doing.

“What the hell was that back there”

Fed up with you repeating the same thing to him, he pushes you against the wall, unbuttoning his pants as you slip out of yours. His hand entangles into your hair, pulling you towards him lips catching yours, kissing you roughly as he thrusts up into you. You claw at his back begging him to go faster, he gladly obliges to your request, hips bucking up into you harsher at a faster pace.

“The only man you need is me”


He knew others would take advantage of your kindness, what he wasn’t aware of was that you were too oblivious on how your words effected others and the way they pushed up onto you. As you walked into your shared apartment, he would glare down at you with lustful eyes, a smirk etching onto his face.

“Daddy is going to have to teach you a lesson for leading on other men”

Pushes you down on your knees, kneeling you over his leg. Slaps your ass then smoothing his hand over the red mark, repeating that a few times. Bends you over the bed, teasingly rubs his cock over your folds pushing into your opening, slamming his hips into yours. Wraps his hand around your hair, pulling you back into his chest, lips against your ear, whispering deeply.

“Daddy is the only one who can make you cum that hard”


Tae caught the way the man across the table was staring at you, eyes wandering down your shirt and squirming in his seat. Tae was looking at the older man in disgust, wondering how people could be so perverted and creepy, looking at people with desire without the person even knowing. Tae looks at you and begins to see why the man was fascinated by you, your outfit was leaving little to nothing to the imagination and the way you were pushing you elbows together wasn’t helping.

His hand resting on your thigh starts to move upwards, reaching your clothed core his fingers rubbing slightly, the friction of the material of your panties has you biting your lip, the man right in front of you not noticing anything that was happening beneath his nose. You whimper lowly wanting more, Tae moves to your ear and whispers huskily.

“Beg for it”

Excuses you both from the dining table, dragging you to the bathroom, pushing you into the stall and locks it behind him. Lifts you up onto the sink, going under your dress and slipping you out from your panties. Kneels down and pushes your legs apart, licking up your folds then circling around your bud. Walking back to the table, the man looking bewildered from your appearance.

“Huh, there’s something white on my lips, yeah that’s cum”


He knew you were purposely trying to get him mad but he still couldn’t help how it hurt seeing you rub against your co-worker, laugh dramatically at his jokes and grabbed onto his arm, all the emotions piling up would all be taken out on you and that was your plan all along.

Entering your home, Jimin pushes you against the wall, kissing you roughly as you wrap your legs around his waist. Carries you into the room in a hurry, throwing you on the bed. Removes you of your clothes, lips trailing down your body nipping at certain places. Moving back up he captures your lips into a passionate kiss slamming into you, as you gasp he pushes his tongue in feeling around your mouth his tongue swirling around you, his hips continuing to thrust into you deeply.

“Do I have to fuck you into obedience”


Didn’t like how people were staring at you and he would blame it on you for dressing that provocatively, the whole car ride home he would not say one word, the only response you got was the clench of his jaw tightening. Walks into the house not bothering to open either doors for you, when you get inside he is already in the bedroom, door closed.

Right as you step into the room, you are pushed back into the bed, Jungkook is kissing down your neck, nibbling at the crook. Rids you both of your clothes, he strokes his hardened length a few times, then rubbing it over your folds, collecting the slick on his tip. Bucks into you, hips slamming against yours, sounds of skin slapping and your moans mixed with his groans filling the air.

“I’ll remind you who owns you, all of you”

frustrating ↬ p.p

prompt: you and peter both have immense crushes on each other, but say nothing, because best friends aren’t supposed to think about kissing each other

warnings: language and fluff. plus this is super long rip

notes: prompts like this fuck me UP man like I am a sucker for cliché tropes done correctly and in a way that isn’t sexist or toxic. hope you enjoy requests are open! i’m thinking of making a sequel to this bc it’s super cute and I have so much more I want to happen, but y’all can decide if that happens or not :)

Though he hasn’t known you for that long, Peter can’t help but admire you and the person you were constantly. He finds himself thinking about it when his eyes glaze over the room, searching for you landing on you, and he can’t help the corners of his lips tugging up into the softest, most appreciative smile you’ve never seen.

He doesn’t know how, out of the two years you’ve been best friends, you hadn’t notice his wandering gaze and his staring, but he’s glad you don’t catch it. He’s sure that you’d find nothing of it, mainly because that’s just the person you were, but still. There are times when he’d wish you’d notice his eyes poring over your entire being and you’d actually say something to give him an idea of how you feel about him. He doesn’t actually expect you to of course, because by nature you were quite awkward and would never say something that you thought would embarrass you, nor would you ever actually tell him if you liked him. It’s not like he would either.

And it’s not like he thought you would ever like him in the first place.

He scrunches up his nose when he gets hit on the face by a piece of popcorn. He looks up at you and you’re giving him that cute, adorable smile that makes him want to melt into a puddle right on the spot, but Ned’s confusing expression from behind you on his couch distracts him. Crap, you must’ve said something to him and he hadn’t heard it.

He knows he does this a lot, and he never means to, but god the blush on his cheeks is creeping up on him and he doesn’t want you to see it. You’re his best friend, next to Ned, and he’s always been comfortable around you, so why is it all changing now?

Even if he had the most intense and growing crush on you, he managed to play it cool since your bond with each other could pretty much outlast time. You’ve had countless conversations with him at three in the morning about how you feel and your family life, and nothing and everything at the same time. He knows practically everything about you, and you him, apart from the whole Spider-Man thing.

Ugh, why was he being so–

“Weird,” Ned states, but Peter hadn’t heard the first part of the sentence due to his thoughts. Ned chews on some of the Thai food May ordered for you guys. “So, do you understand it?”

“Kinda,” You answer, snuggling your head onto Peter’s lap some more, shifting as your feet rest on Ned’s lap, and you look up at him and he has to old back the urge to play with your hair. “Peter’s going to hate the fact that I’m not paying that much attention to your guys’ beloved Star Wars franchise. Also, Ned if you spill noodles on my feet I’m going to kill you!”

“That was one time, [Y/N]! Let a guy live,” Ned complains, playfully rolling his eyes as he shoves some food into his mouth and you chuckle, pulling up the blanket you three are all sharing. Peter couldn’t have agreed more.

Let a guy live, seriously, because if you kept cuddling up to him he might faint from the amount of butterflies flying around in his stomach. You don’t even know what you’re doing, and he simultaneously loves and hates you for it. He loves everything about you and has so much respect for you, and oh he’s so screwed. He hasn’t known such a good and compassionate friend like you before, besides Ned, of course. You would drop everything for him if you knew he needed you and he would do the same for you.

He’d do anything for you.

He tries to turn his attention back to Luke Skywalker’s face, but finds his hands taking the place of his eyes as they rest on your hip. These movie nights are a frequent thing for the most part, and you’d try and come as much as your strict mother would let you, but he would prefer if they lessened since being this close to you drove him crazy. You two had always been intimate, ever since you both had reached that point in your friendship, but that didn’t change the fact that his heart almost always skipped a beat when you made contact with him.

His breath hitches when you stretch and your face contorts into a yawn, and you move closer to his torso. He wants to hold you closer–if that was even possible–but he knows his boundaries and decides against it. He feels warm against you and he can’t tell if it’s just his imagination.

But you notice anyway.

“You good, Pete?” You whisper, not wanting to disrupt the focused hold that Ned’s eyes have on the TV screen as Carrie Fisher makes her way onto it once again.

You hadn’t really been paying attention, which Ned badgered you on, but you simply just wanted to spend a nice, relaxing time with your two best friends in the whole world. You remove your feet from Ned’s lap, giving him a small warning before so that he doesn’t drop his food (which he so thoughtfully rested on your ankles). You lean into him, waiting upon his answer. You’re trying to distract yourself from how amazing Peter smells right now, because it’ll definitely leave you in a slight daze and that’s not what you need right now. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Ned smirking.

He knows all too well about your huge crush on Peter, and he knows how long you’ve had it. You gently kick him, and he shakes his head. He found out months ago when you two were hanging out alone in his house and he had kept asking you questions about the mystery guy you were interested in. In the middle of an episode of SpongeBob, you accidentally let it slip that you were haplessly in like with Peter Parker.

Peter glances down at you, and you’re not sure if you’ve just hallucinated that he gulped, but he nods and you’re glad that Aunt May has to drive you home soon because you’re sure you might confess everything if you spend one more minute here.

He can’t look at you like that, he just can’t. It messes with your head, and it’s making you so flustered, so frustrated. Your face heats up and you try to be attentive to the movie’s plotline instead.

You know he’d never feel the same way.

Did you get the meme I sent you on Instagram?

Yes, Peter, you dork. It’s 2 AM, why are you like this?


Send them to Ned instead dude

He said that if I sent him one more meme he didn’t care about, he’d block me

Hmm that’s a good idea

I hate you

I love you too

Now go to sleep you nerd

“Peter, shut up,” You glare at him as he continues talking, lips brushing against your ear, making you squirm in your seat. He’s been unusually talkative (that was normally Ned’s job and you had him next period, so you knew you were going to get barely any work done), but you don’t entirely mind.

“You wanna come over later?” He leans down close to you before pulling back, realizing the invasion of your personal space. He ignores the sweet scent of your perfume before it makes him move any closer.

“I have to ask my mom and you know how she is,” You grunt, wishing that his leg would quit brushing up against yours as he bounced it, so maybe you could focus on one goddamn word on the whiteboard. “Why?”

“Uhm…I dunno,” He tells you plainly, “Ned can’t hang out today and Mr. Stark gave me a couple weeks off and stuff, plus we can study if you want.” His voice gets caught in his throat as he continues and he really likes the fact that you’re wearing the hoodie he let you borrow once–he was wondering where that thing went--but he still can’t stop tripping over his words even after nearly three years of knowing you.

“I’ll tell my mom we’re studying so that she’ll be a teenie amount more convinced to let me come over.” You put your pencil down as the teacher stops talking to put on a video and you turn to Peter as she dims the lights. “What subject?”

“English, you’re good at that and I’m not, so that’s believable. The only thing I can write decently is Star Wars fanfiction–not that I do! That was hypothetical,” He randomly rambles and he figures it’s no use since you know him like the back of your hand. Almost.

“You act as if you haven’t group-texted Ned and I about how hot Han Solo is in great detail.” You don’t miss the pink hue the stains his cheeks. “You’re so cute when you blush,” you admit nonchalantly, and this only makes it worse for him as he covers his face.

“[Y/N], stop,” He whines, but there’s a hint of desperation in it as his ears turn slightly red. You take his hands away from his face, and you’re so close to him you could kiss him, but you don’t and instead laugh.

“What? I can’t call my best friend out on how adorable he is?”

“You hate when I constantly call you pretty, and gorgeous, and breath-taking,” He lists nervously as a habit, making it your turn to blush and turn away. He chuckles and goes, “See! Not so nice, is it?”

“God, I hate you,” you claim, but your brain yells at you that it’s just the opposite.

Are you almost here :((((

You’re taking forever

You’re lucky my mom even said yes, don’t push it with the traffic


Be patient, I’m almost here loser


I love you



I love you too

“Are you sure all you’re doing with Peter is studying?”

Your mother’s voice interrupts you and you glance up from your phone with a dopey grin on your lips. It instantly disappears, though, at the sight of the way your mom is currently looking at you as she parks in front of Peter’s apartment building. You roll your eyes and shove your phone into your pocket.

“Yes, and Aunt May will be there, Mom,” You respond as collected as possible, knowing that if your mother knew about the tremendous crush you had on him, she wouldn’t let you guys hang out as often as you did. Even as friends, she hardly let you go out this spontaneously. “Peter and I–and Ned– have been friends for years, nothing’s been going on.”

This was the truth. You guys had your own little circle, telling each other secrets and trusting the shit out of each other. Your parents trusted the both of them insanely, even if your mom liked to tease you about it, but as you were getting older, it seemed like they were getting more serious with their curiosity.

“I trust Peter and Ned,” your mom explains, but she makes a smug face. “But…Aunt May has been telling some things.”

“What things, exactly?”

“You’re clueless, [Y/N],” She erupts suddenly, shaking her head and smiling. “That boy has got a thing for you. I would know, I’m your mother. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. With that geeky, loving expression on his face.”

You let out a breath. “Are you encouraging me?”

Your mom’s head turns sharply. “Why? Do you have a thing for him?”

“No! No, of course not,” Your phone lets out a ding! and you see it’s from Peter, asking why you were taking so long. Thankful to get out of the car and end this horribly awkward conversation, you open the door. “Mom, I have to go. I’ll see you later. Love you, bye!”

“Love you too, call me if you need me to bring you home. Not too late, and–” She narrows her eyes at you, “–strictly studying.”

“Strictly studying,” you repeat as you head into the building, but you can’t shake the words your mother just said.

I’ve seen the way he looks at you.

You wonder if anyone has seen the way you look at him too.

Peter’s biting his lip and he feels the need to escape from his own bedroom before he explodes. You’re sitting on his floor, reading the book you were assigned for English silently, and you are incredibly beautiful. He doesn’t know how you do it. For weeks, months, on end, he hasn’t been able to think about anything other than you. You, you, you. You’re on his mind 24/7 and he knows for a fact that if he doesn’t get a grip, he’ll lose it. He can’t stop thinking about you, and it’s so goddamn frustrating.

He’s taken on robbers, criminals, friggin’ Captain America–and yet he can’t tackle the strength of the feelings he has for you. His heart is about to burst.

He knows he’s falling for you, and he can practically feel it, but he wants to stop. He’s not supposed to feel like this, he’s not supposed to dream about you, and he’s not supposed to be thinking about what it would be like to be with you, letting him cherish and love you, being able to kiss you—

He stops himself. Best friends aren’t supposed to be thinking about kissing each other.

“How’s the book?” He asks and you get up from the ground and lay down next to him on his bed, unknowingly making every organ in his body stop functioning for two seconds. He’s surprised he’s not dead. It’s like you’re the only thing he can ever hyperfocus on, and having Spidey sense doesn’t make that statement any better. He can hear your heart’s pace quicken.

He wonders if it’s because of him.

“Enjoyable, though the main character is the actual human equivalent of the word annoying. I’m just reading so that if my mom asks, I can tell her about the book,” You sigh and put it down on Peter’s bedside table, reaching over to do so, and your shirt rides up a little.

Peter quickly looks away, clearing his throat at least five times.

“I’d rather be out looking for Spider-Man,” you reveal truthfully, shrugging your shoulders as you rest your head on Peter’s chest, scrolling through news articles on your phone. “I mean, look at him. I wish I could be a hero like that.”

“Have you seen yourself?” Peter blurts out, instantly wanting to cover his mouth. But it’s too late. He already said it. “I’m, uh, sorry, that was loud.” His smile is sheepish and god, you just want to kiss him.

“Peter Parker, my main dork, finally coming out of his shell,” You tease, looking up at him, and he instinctively runs a hand through your hair, and you’re glad you’re laying down because you swear, your knees just buckled. “Took a while, but it’s finally happening.”

“Very funny,” He rolls his eyes, but can’t deny the tingly sensation spreading throughout his chest and body right now. How is he breathing?

“But seriously, you work for Tony Stark, what’s Spider-Man like? Is he sweet, or is he one of those cold, loner types. Like he’s a hero, but he’s also kind of a douchebag? Is he cute under that mask?” You spit out, wanting to hear all about your favorite superhero. “Well, not that him being cute would matter. He seems like a great guy and that’s all I care about. Plus, I like that we don’t know what his face looks like. He doesn’t want fame, he just wants to help.”

Peter’s looking at you weird and you don’t know that it’s because you understand both him Peter Parker, and him Spider-Man perfectly, and he’s going to throw up from how dizzy you’re making him feel right now. You’re so unbelievably amazing and it’s one of the factors that adds butterflies to his stomach.

He’s watching you gush and he desperately wants to kiss you, to even just brush his lips against yours for even one second

“Stop looking at me like that,” you command and he’s blushing and immediately his eyes wander the room, staring at small details he doesn’t care about. Like the crack in his ceiling and the small cobweb in the corner.

Heh, that’s funny since I make webs and…

Peter, focus.

“You’re such an everloving nerd, my god,” You sit up and you’re shaking your head at him. “This sucks.” You’re more talking to yourself than you are to him, but he answers anyway.

“What did I do?” He sits up as well, scooting over next to you. He fiddling with his fingers because he’s nervous, as always, but you make him even more of a stuttering mess.

“No, you didn’t do anything. Today has just been extra…well, extra frustrating. Tests and all, and you know, stuff, “ You lie and your hand brushes against his and you want to intertwine your fingers with his, so bad.

His hand lingers over yours for too long and you’re considering this as torture at this point, so you ignore all the warnings your brain is telling you and grab his hand, holding it with yours as you give him a gentle smile. His palms are beginning to sweat, but you don’t care. Your thumb rubs tiny circles into his skin.

“Can..can we do this more often?” He squeaks out, looking at you hopefully. He giggles when you give him a look and you feel yourself needing to catch your breath.

“What? Hold hands?”

He nods shyly and glances down at his feet. “It’s, I don’t know. It’s nice. Plus, I’ve never really held hands with someone before. Except Ned, but that’s only when we’re both scared.”

“Then, sure, we can hold hands. I agree,” You tell him, biting back a smile. “It’s nice. Really, really nice.”

Peter just now realizes how close he is to you. If he just dipped down slightly, his lips would meet yours. He finds himself leaning in slowly, when he abruptly ceases. You run a hand through his hair, simply oblivious.

He’s not falling for you anymore. He’s diving, headfirst into the water.


part two?? i actually really like this lmao

now we dream apart

soulmate au

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: angst 
word count: 3.291
warnings: none
author’s note: I know I know, another soulmate au, I’m trash. :’) this is just a small story I started working on this afternoon, to get me back on track so I can start working on my bigger projects again. nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!

You don’t know when the dreams begin — but once they do, it feels like they’ve been there since you were born.

The first dream of him revolves around coffee beans. The heavy scent of the morning beverage tangles with the rich shade of chestnut hair and chocolate eyes, turning almost hazel under the glowing sunlight. You can remember a gaze, a nose and full lips turned upwards, but your mind is unable to piece it all together. The face as a whole is blurry in your mind, indistinct, frustratingly vague.

But the memory of those lips moving and pronouncing your name is remarkably sharp, and it almost fools you into believing it is not a dream, but a real memory — that the warmth accompanying his stare existed at some point in your life, that your body did feel the bedsheets tangling around your bare legs as you struggled to move closer to him. That the sound of his voice, rough and mellow, belongs to a living, breathing person and not a figment of your vivid imagination.

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BTS: Teasing their girlfriend while she’s on the phone

Warnings: SMUTTY AF

It was requested by an anon :)

Kim Seokjin:

“A-ah,” you pressed your lips together, the small noise surprising your friend on the other line, prompting her to ask if you were okay. 

“M-hm,” you mumbled, teeth biting down on your lips, trying to keep in your sounds as she continued to speak over the phone.

But Jin wasn’t helping, his fingers continuing to trace circles around your clit, rubbing as agonizingly slow as he could, making you squirm in your seat. 

“Don’t let her hear, baby,” he whispered into your free ear, voice deep and raspy and you nodded in response, trembling under his touch. Then all too suddenly he inserted two fingers, causing you to moan and you instantly covered your mouth with your hand, embarrassed, and he chuckled, only moving his fingers faster. 

“My God Y/n,” your friend giggled when she realized what was happening. “Call me when you’re done.”

Min Yoongi:

“Yes boss,” you breathed in reply, hips rocking as Yoongi nibbled at your inner thighs, kissing all too close to your wet core. 

“What’s going on, Y/n?” he asked through the phone. “You sound sick.”

“N-no, I’m fine,” you answered, arching your back when Yoongi’s lips began placing soft kisses over your core, tongue occasionally sticking out to have a taste. 

“If you say so,” your boss replied, and when he hung up, you tossed you phone aside tangling your fingers in Yoongi’s silky hair, raising your hips to feel more pressure, begging him for more.

“Mmm baby,” Yoongi chuckled, “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you want.”

Jung Hoseok:

You tried to bite back your moans as Hoseok’s grip on your hips grew stronger, guiding you over his thigh. 

“Nothing’s wrong,” you replied to the voice on the line, but another moan escaped your mouth when his hands ran up your skirt, grabbing your ass-cheeks and rubbing you harder against him, his lips, sucking at your neck and jawline. “I-I have to go,” you hurriedly ended your call, hanging up before the other party had a chance to respond.

“Couldn’t wait now could we?” Hoseok whispered against your tingling skin, stinging your ass a soft pink with his hand. 

Kim Namjoon:

“Answer it, babygirl,” Namjoon licked his lips as he leaned up from the kiss that was interrupted by your phone call. You knew what he was thinking, and you weren’t on board, at least not fully. “Now, or else you’re not cumming tonight,” he rocked against you, your jeans in the way of fully feeling pleasure, and you did as he ordered. 

“Hello?” you shakily asked, burning bright red when you heard your boss speak through the line. 

“Sorry for calling so suddenly, Y/n, but are you free right now to give insight on a few project ideas with so-and-so? Over the phone is fine.”

Namjoon smirked and mouthed the words you hoped he wouldn’t. 

Do it.

Your cheeks flushed and eyes widened, stuttering a “sure” to your boss, feeling embarrassed, sinful, dirty, yet all the more aroused. 

“Great!” he cheered over the phone. “I’ll put you on speaker,” and you clasped your mouth with your hands as Namjoon thrusts against you once more, trying your best not to make any inappropriate noises as your boyfriend pleased you during the call. 

Park Jimin:

You were talking on the phone, sitting between Jimin’s legs when you felt his hands wander up your shirt. Throwing a glare his way, you continued to talk with your coworker, noticing his growing bulge against you. 

He nipped at your exposed shoulder, fingers grazing up and down your skin, one hand making its way up your body and the other towards your growing heat as you tried to ignore him, not really trying all that hard. 

“I just want to make you feel good…” he whispered, hand slipping under your shorts, fingers grazing over your core. “Pretty please?” he asked, firmly pressing against you as his other hand fondled your breasts.

At this point, your breaths had quickened, teeth sinking into your lips holding back sounds of pleasure. 

“I’m sorry,” you gasped over the phone, skin buzzing with need, body wanting more and more as Jimin continued to tease you. “I’ll call you later.”

Kim Taehyung: 

“What are you doing?” the voice on the other line asked when they heard something inaudible on their side. 

“Nothing!” you replied a little too loudly as Taehyung pushed up your pencil skirt, licking his lips at the sight of you almost undone underneath him. 

“W-wait,” you tried stopping him when he hooked your panties to one side, revealing your wetness, but you friend asked you if everything was alright, causing Taehyung to chuckle.

“Yes, it’s fine, I just…” a loud whimper left your lips as he rubbed his fingers over your sensitive core, making your friend all the more confused at your incoherence. “I have to go.” you abruptly ended the call, unwilling to wait any longer. 

Jeon Jungkook:

“Don’t mind me, baby,” Jungkook whispered into your ear as his hand slid between your legs, pushing your skimpy thong to one side. 

“What was that honey?” Your mom asked over the phone, and you replied with a quick ‘nothing’, biting back a whine as he rubbed his fingers up and down your wetness, lips nibbling at your ear, hard-on pressed against your ass. 

“You’re so wet.” he smirked, inserting a two fingers into your dripping core and you clamped your mouth shut, clenching around him, causing him to curse. 

“Everything okay?” she asked, and you nodded, mumbling a yes in reply. 

“I’m sorry mom,” you managed to breathe, “I need to go. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

A/N: I hope you guys liked it :) 

Heart on the Line (part 2)


You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU

author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1545
warnings: finger fucking

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Pairing: Bucky/Reader.

Warnings: SMUT. Metal arm porn, fingering, dirty talk, Bucky being a cocky lil shit. Me loving my Buck-Buck.

Word Count: 2631.

Rating: 18+

So… @sexylibrarian1 once wrote me something about Bucky’s hands and I had this floating around (obviously what she wrote is 1000% better than this, go read it) and I decided to post it. My wife is inspiring, if I was John Legend she’d be one of my Chrissy’s because @thecrownedrose would be the other.


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Curious And Curiouser

ok i know it kinda sucks and like I’ve never drawn backgrounds or full body before but I’m mildly proud of myself for attempting background full body and crappy gif making without completely throwing this out halfway _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

(also had like negative time to draw this man had to do it across my break times it is so blotchy I cannot wait for exams to end and I can finally sit down and draw for real)

I really wanna do more stuff that isn’t just portraits ;; w ;; Also!!! Thank you so much for all those lovely messages you guys send!!!!! It’s always welcomed and the positivity makes me squirm in my seat i don’t get complimented much;;

Please do not edit/use/repost my artwork without asking for permission!

Annoying Interruptions [Eggsy Unwin Imagine - Request].

A/N: Hello lovelies, here’s a Eggsy Unwin imagine, based off this anon: 

  • Eggsy imagine, please? You both are sexually frustrated because Merlin and Harry is always interrupting.  

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader.

Part Two. 

Warnings: Uh, there’s nothing explicit, but there is some content that is sexual in nature, nothing detailed. If that’s not your thing, please don’t read and to be sure, please, please, only read if you’re an adult

Rating: M, just to make sure, because I’m paranoid! 

Disclaimer: Nope, I don’t own anyone. All the characters go to their respective owners/creators. 

P.S.:Thank you for requesting and I hope this is all right! :) I’ve checked this over for mistakes and whatnot, but if any have managed to slip through, please forgive me.

Living the life of a spy was a tough business. Dealing with terrorists and plots to destroy the world, was something you had to deal with on many of your missions. You weren’t complaining, but when you actually found some spare time to relax, you’d like to be able to do that freely. If you weren’t on a mission, then you were training, or helping new recruits train and if not doing any of those things, you were busy filing through paperwork and briefing for upcoming missions, or debriefing for past ones. It constantly felt like you were doing something, so when you got back to your room after an exhausting day, you collapsed on your bed, just wanting to fall asleep.

Your boyfriend, Eggsy Unwin, had other ideas. He waltzed into your room unannounced, a breezy, carefree smile on his bright face, his light green-blue eyes sparkling in the evening light.

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