warnings: smut, some dirty talk, oral. (male receiving)
prompt: you’re pining over scott while derek pines over you. he helps you forget scott in his own way.
AN: let’s just pretend derek is still in teen wolf and he never lost his alpha title. i’m such a sucker for alpha hale right now.
beacon hills was a beautiful town, strange but beautiful none the less. you’d lived here your whole life, fortunately you’d managed to go most of your life without knowing what truly lurked in the dark but in the end, you were exposed to it all and fighting things nightmares were made of was a daily occurrence now.
“You need to relax,” One set of words whispered against the
shell of your ear, the harsh husk of his voice sending a violent thudding straight
through the center of your chest. You turned to face the devilish curve of his feline
lips, perfectly paired with darkened eyes that insinuated everything that he
was thinking of in that moment. But you didn’t even have time to contemplate a
response, a response that would have without a doubt been shaky and tortured,
before a second set of words appeared.
“Yeah, let us take
care of you,” Was whispered in a deep timbre at the side of your neck, so low
and lustful that it caused a string of delectable vibrations to scatter across
your skin. You moved almost immediately at the sound of his voice, eyes
catching the way his lips transformed into a boxy-smile.
Castiel looks up, finally
registering that the voice he hears is directed at him. He finds Dean
Winchester standing in front of him. How long has he been there?
“Ah, hello Dean. I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
leans against Charlie Bradbury’s kitchen table and eyes Castiel
critically. “You okay, man? You’ve been standing here for, like, a
“Yeah. Yes. I was just thinking.”
Dean gives a
smile, Castiel likes to think that it’s fond, but maybe that’s just
wishful thinking. “Come on, they’re about to start the movie.”
lets himself be led back into the living room, loud and chaotic. The
sounds of talking and laughing and shouting are enjoyable, but Castiel
can’t handle much of it at once, which is why he’d fled to the kitchen a
while ago. He hopes Dean was the only one who noticed he was gone, he
doesn’t want to seem rude.
In the living room Charlie, Gilda, and
Kevin sit on the sofa, Gilda’s feet tucked up under Charlie’s legs. Jo
is curled up on a beanbag chair. Dean sprawls out on an overstuffed
armchair that could easily fit two, and Benny is sitting on the floor
with his back against the couch.
With all the seats taken in his absence, Castiel opts for the floor. He settles himself down in front of Dean’s seat.
“What are we watching?” Asks Jo.
“Legally Blonde!” Charlie announces.
“Not again!” Kevin moans.
“Suck it up, Tran! My house, my movies!”
“It’s not just your house!” Kevin points out.
Charlie rolls her eyes, sighing. “What do you guys think?” She asks Gilda and Jo, who also live in the house.
“I like Legally Blonde.” Says Gilda.
“We’re watching Legally Blonde.” Says Jo.
suspects, by Kevin’s scowl, that they’re messing with him. It’s hard to
tell. Castiel has never been to one of these “movie nights” before.
These aren’t even his friends, not really. Acquaintances at most.
They’re Dean’s friends.
“Drinking game?” Asks Dean, hopefully.
“Of course.” Charlie responds, “Should we do whiskey or vodka?”
“I’ll get the shot glasses.” Says Jo.
needs to get out more, that’s what everyone says. Well, that’s what
Dean says, and Dean is his only friend so, really, Dean is everyone.
would point out that he’s almost never in his dorm, but more than
likely in the library, which is where he met Dean in the first place.
Dean always argues that the library doesn’t really count as out,
but Castiel disagrees. It gets him away from his current roommate, and
that’s out enough for him. So what if he doesn’t leave campus? So what
if he doesn’t really talk to anyone?
A/N (I can take any request from anything you guys want, message me, lmk!)
Jeff kisses me as I opened the door for him to my house. My parents are out of town and I promised him l’ll help him study for his midterm. Not that my parents would care, they practically love him since we’ve been dating.
“Hey hot stuff, you can just through your stuff in my room while I get us something to eat”
As he jogs upstairs I quickly fix my hair and adjust my pajama shorts. I usually don’t care how I look around my boyfriend, but we’ve been dating for 5 months now and hasn’t even mentioned the thought of having sex with me. I pick up some chips and go upstairs where he is already laying out his textbooks.
“So we can start with World War 1 then go from there” he says as he’s looking at his book.
“Yeah sure, we can probably get through a few wars tonight.”
I jump on the bed and lay close to him. He looks up at me and smiles.
“You seem like your in a good mood, what’s up?”
“I can’t be happy to see my boyfriend?”
“You see me everyday baby”
“So you aren’t happy to see me” I fake pout.
“Shut up babe, you know I am.” He says as he pecks my lips.
“Yeah yeah” I smile. “let’s start with studying before we get tired”
“So that is what started the war?”
“Yes, but don’t forget how long the world ended”
“Yeah it lasted for 4 years.”
“Good, I’m actually a pretty good teacher”
“Shut up” I laugh as I lightly punch him in the arm.
He laughs as he looks down at me. He glances down at my lips then quickly averts back to my eyes. I do the same, but make it known I’m looking at his beautiful lips.
“Okay” he coughs. “at this rate we can g-”
I cut Jeff off by grabbing his face and smashing my lips on his. He seemed surprised at first then slowly closed his eyes. I slowly moved my hands around his neck as he put his on my leg and waist. As he deepened the kiss, he swung one of my legs on the other side of him so that I was now cradling him. As the kiss got more intense, I felt him moan against my lips. I needed air so I took that chance to take my shirt and bra off. His eyes were intensely locked on my chest and I couldn’t help but flush.
“You’re so beautiful y/n”
With that Jeff swung us over and pulled off his shirt. He went to my neck and chest and started planting soft kisses. As I slid my hands up and down his bare back, he started sucking harshly on my sweet spot. His hands started roaming my bare chest as he lightly squeezed.
“Jeeeff” I moaned.
He looked down at me biting his lip as I started tugging his pants down. He threw them off and went back to kissing me. He kissed me so slow and passionately and I loved it. I started to kiss his neck and lightly grabbed him through his underwear feeling how extremely hard he was. he groaned at my touch and that made me crazy. I just wanted him already. I needed him.
“Jeff” I asked in between our kisses as he went back to my neck.
“Do you have a…you know….a-a” I slightly moaned.
“Yes” I said kind of embarrassed.
He then stopped and slowly got off of me. Confused I sat up and pulled the sheets up to cover myself.
“Did I say something wrong?”
His back was faced towards me as he slouched over the edge of my bed.
“No, I’m sorry I just can’t do this right now”
I’d be lying if I say that didn’t kind of hurt coming from him. I mean I thought it but I didn’t think he’d say it.
“You don’t want to have sex with me” my voice cracking as I put back on my shirt.
He snaps his head around and climbs back on the bed grabbing my hand.
“No no, god no, that’s not even close trust me.”
“Then why? I don’t understand” I look down.
He grabs my face and sighs.
“I’m scared okay”
“Scared?” I say kind of amused.
“Yes, don’t laugh, I’m the scared one. I’m scared to take something so precious from you. Scared to let you down after and I’m scared that you’ll regret it.”
He lets go of my face and focuses his gaze to the wall to hide his embarrassment. It’s now my turn to grab his face.
“Jeffrey, you don’t get it do you? you’re the precious one to me. I want you to be the one to take it because I love you”
He looks up at me and cheeses.
“I love you more princess.”
“So what does this mean now?”
“Well right now, nothing cause I have to go the bathroom to handle a little mess in my pants cause of you”
I try to hold in my laugh as he runs to the bathroom in my room
Tantalizing: 01 0203 Ship: Jungkook | Reader Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge. Warning: Cumplay, Degrading Names, Angst, Intercourse, Oral, Orgasm Denial, Thigh Riding Word Count: 5,965
“Dean, you need to calm down. You’re freakin’ everyone out here,” Sam grumbled, punching his brother’s shoulder. “It’s a plane, not the Titanic.”
“Planes can crash,” Dean countered. “The Titanic sunk, it’s possible that this metal thing could just blow up any second.”
A woman in front of Dean turned around, shooting him a glare as she tried to comfort her young son who was now about as freaked out as Dean. “Planes are built to fly. They always check them before they go up,” she stated matter-of-factly. The second she turned her back, Dean was mocking her. This time you punched his arm.
The plane hit a bit of turbulence in the air, and you grit your teeth when Dean’s nails sunk into your arm. “Release the death grip, my arm’s gonna fall off.” He sighed, unleashing your arm. “C’mon, let’s go see if we can get you some water.” You suggested, having had enough of Dean’s panic.
— sex | implied exhibitionism | mild dom/sub tones | if u’ve got a praise kink then ur gonna love this | mentions of daddy kinks | instances of spanking
;summary — you’re the supervisor of the clothing department with a lot
of useless lingerie knowledge, jungkook is the jewelry department’s defiant hot
boy who flirts in wristwatch brands. basically an upscale retail au, but with
lots of implied under-the-counter sex. and when an opportunity presents itself to fuck
each other in the boss’s office after hours, you’re both too hot for each other
to say no.
Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - part 3
Warnings: graphic descriptions and images of sex/sexual activities. You’ve been warned my lovelies:) Enjoy!
Your P.O.V The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, basking the room with its warmth. I was tightly cocooned in a strong pair of arms, my back pressed against a muscular chest. There were soft snores echoing in my ear. I turned my head slightly, to see who the culprit of this snoring was, finding the peaceful face of my sleeping boyfriend, Zach Dempsey.
‘That’s right… Me and Zach… We actually did it last night.’ A sense of giddiness overcomes me. I remember last night so vividly…
The obnoxious vibrations of your phone distract you from the splatter of paint that had you preoccupied for the past couple of hours.
You picked up your phone from your table, the light from it seemingly unpleasant as you typed in a quick response.
You [12:30] : Do you really want to go out that bad?
MusclePig™ [12:30]: I haven’t seen you in a week, my heart and dick are throbbing for you.
You threw your phone down on to your bed beside the hardwood table that you were seated on, silently laughing to yourself as you read his last message.
That’s definitely something Jungkook would say. Over the past couple of months you had gotten to know him better, the both of you often bonding over anime or stupid memes; sometimes just listening to each other as he babbled on about a new plot he had thought of.
You’d been avoiding going out with him over the past week, trying to focus on classes and the projects at hand. But Jungkook wouldn’t let you stay in this hermit hole that you had created for yourself.
Title: Can You Keep It? Fandom: Riverdale Characters: Jughead Jones x female!reader, Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller, Reggie Mantle Warnings: Swearing, definitely not my best writing :( Word Count: 1,185 Requested: Nope (because requests are closed y’all) Short Description: You and your boyfriend, Jughead, are trying to keep your fresh relationship a secret after the town’s golden boy is murdered. You are unconvinced that he can keep the secret. As it turns out, it’s you that reveals your relationship. A/N: This is my first Riverdale story and I don’t read much Riverdale fanfic so I’m not exactly sure if this fits in but… here we go!
Disclaimer: not my gif
[Y/N] = your first name [Y/L/N] = your last name
The student lounge was, as always, fairly crowded. Students were lounging around the room, chatting, staying away from the outside or finishing any last minute homework. It was also an area where the primarily “popular” people tended to spend their lunch times, as they were “too cool” for the library. Quiet chatter was all that you could hear as you attempted to concentrate on your English homework, answering a ridiculous essay question for Wuthering Heights. You were sat with Betty and Kevin, working on some homework as Ronnie sat close to Chuck Clayton, undoubtedly chatting him up with her implausible Veronica Lodge charm as she sipped on coffee.
Then there was Jughead Jones, in all of blue-green eyed magnificence. Jughead was tall and lanky, with pale, creamy skin and his signature frown on his face. A bag was draped over one of his shoulders, a raven black jacket covering his maroon hoodie. He seemed to always bury himself behind clothing in dark shades, but you liked the way that it made his eyes stand out so much. His back was sloping alongside the wall next to the vending machine; people watching. Jughead’s trademark crown-shaped beanie was placed atop of his head of ebony hair, and the sight alone made me bite back a grin. Noticing your gaze, Jughead looked in your direction before sending you a quick and discrete wink. You winked in return before glimpsing over at Veronica to explain why your head was turned.
Jughead had been one of your best friends since before you could recall. It was virtually like Betty and Archie; you and Jughead been intimate friends since the single digit days. Any vital childhood memory you could think of had Jughead present; just the way you wanted it. Initially, you had presumed that Jughead had fervent, platonic feelings for you. At some point in the summer of Jason Blossom’s death, you were proven wide of the mark, when Jughead unpredictably declared his love for you. Fortunately, there was something inside of you that was sure you felt the same way.
On July 4th, Jason Blossom had gone missing and was presumed to be dead after his twin sister, Cheryl, emerged after their boat capsized. It was a scandal that had taken over the entire town of Riverdale, so you and Jughead had agreed to keep your relationship away from your friends until the right time to tell them came around. You were less than persuaded that Jughead would be able to keep this secret, but after his fall out with Archie over the summer, he didn’t have many people to tell. Usually, Jughead and Archie told each other everything, but it seemed that the both of them had been keeping secrets.
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader Words: 1,067 AN: Sorry I’ve been MIA, I got sick last week at a show and I haven’t felt great since. It’s your typical stuffy nose, coughing, sneezing cold but it’s kicking my ass. I’m sorry this is short, I just needed a little Stiles PWP. Also, the above GIF makes me want to straddle him and push his shirt up and rub his back cause fuck man, he looks so tense I hate it.
There was this small moment in the mornings, right before Stiles would wake up, that was your favorite. He looked so innocent and boyish while he slept, his face peaceful, without the usual worry lines creasing his forehead. You liked to watch him snore quietly, his mouth partially opened, face dusted with moles and slight stubble. He was a beautiful looking guy, and you knew you were lucky to call him yours.
@taylor-tut tHIS IS SO LATE I’M SO SORRY MY FAB FRIENDO! But! It has finally arrived!! I’m sorry if it’s a bit crappy, I like haven’t slept in three days haha
anyhoo, onto the story:
Lance woke up with a
He blinked his eyes
open, immediately groaning at the light that pierced through his eyeballs and
into his temples. He brought an arm up to shield his face, shivering slightly.
Taking a deep breath, Lance conducted a mental survey of his condition, assessing
his apparently numerous ailments that seem to have manifested overnight.
that dissolved into a throbbing headache that pulsed outward with each
throat, and lungs that rattled with every inhale? Check.
sensation of being completely, bone-numbingly cold despite the warmth and
clamminess of his limbs? Checkerooni.
is gonna suck.
If Lance were to be
perfectly honest with himself, he would concede that he had been feeling off these last couple days. Nevertheless, the
team needed his 100% right now, and any wooziness he may have felt had to be
put on the backburner. With several months having passed without any sign of
Shiro, tensions within the castle were palpable. Keith and Pidge seemed inches away from
snapping at any given moment, Allura’s training schedule seemed to have been
kicked up the several notches from “very harsh” to “dear god I
can taste my own pulse”, and even Hunk and Coran seemed somewhat subdued.
It was the least Lance could do to try and keep up, and make sure the other’s
stayed optimistic. He was the joker, the sharpshooter - it was his role, no
matter how taxing it could be on his own body.
himself, counting down from five, before swinging out of his bed, pausing to
lean against the wall as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Once the
tilt-a-whirl he usually called a bedroom settled to a soft swaying, Lance began
to make his way down to the dining hall.
From the moment he stepped into your life, you were aware of
what all he could do to you. Bucky Barnes was a walking warning himself, a
constant reminder for why you cannot be anyone else’s but his. You are head
over heels for him and all he has to do is look at you and throw that sexy
smirk along with those twinkling blue orbs and you were done for good.
You find yourself daydreaming about him – a lot, often about
his lips, how he would roam them all over your body, pressing gentle feather
light kisses on your sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. How his
perfect lips would mould with yours, sucking all the air from your lungs,
leaving them red and swollen. How he’d graze the tip of his nose along the
underside of your jawline, breathing you in. He’d connect lips on the column of
your throat, biting and sucking bruises and it would take him little to no time
in discovering that sensitive spot on your neck which makes you release that
sweet harmonious noise.
Warnings: WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN? 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Daddy Kink, Shower Sex, Wall Sex, Bondage, Mitch’s Scruff, Mitch’s sexy ass arms and muscles and abs and face and MITCH’S ENTIRE BEING
Notes: Holy. Shit. It’s long overdue but THAT WORD COUNT??? I am dying inside from this. I hope you dirty people like this. Please let me know because this literally killed me inside to write.
“What the fuck?!” Potter threw up his hands and then promptly jammed them in his hair. He stopped his pacing and stared at the archway where a door had been about… -Draco idly cast a tempus- an hour ago. Apparently, Potter had been driven to distraction simply by the idea of sharing a space with him and was flirting with a level of mania that made Draco quite uncomfortable.
Draco laced his hands together in his lap, uncrossing his legs and recrossing them the other way. He was expecting Potter to start throwing spells again if he kept to the pattern he had established so far. Hopefully, he would cast something that would rebound and turn him into something quiet, like a rabbit.
Potter spun toward him though, “Why aren’t you upset!” he snapped.
Draco raised an eyebrow, “It seems to me you’re doing a good enough job for the both of us.”
He was walking down a street in muggle London, smoking a cigarette, not really paying attention to where he was going or why.
Then he saw it.
And he had to have it.
It was small, dusty, old and needed some work done, but damn did Sirius love that flat.
I had four bedrooms, a kitchen and dining room area with a living space coming off the end and two and half small bathrooms (when I say half, one was just a toilet and a sink).
It had these huge windows along just one wall. They were so big you could stand on the window sill at the bottom and just press your whole body against the glass, staring down onto the street below.
The house had a bright red door with small flecks of paint coming off it.
The flat itself was on the second floor of the building, but even from the ground, staring at those huge windows and the For Sale sign, Sirius knew he wanted it bad.
So he bought it two weeks later.
He didn’t tell anyone about it at first, he wanted it to be a surprise for when they left school.
But Sirius Black is terrible at keeping secrets, especially from his best friends and especially when he was excited.
So, one rainy weekend he took them all down to muggle London for a special trip.
‘Sirius what is this all about. it’s cold.’ ‘Be quiet Wormy I need to show you something.’
‘Sirius we have been walking for hours, please, my feet are tired.’ ‘James shut the hell up, we got off the bus thirty seconds ago.’
They rounded the corner, walked a few meters until Sirius was standing in front of the house, his arms spread wide and a huge grin on his face, like he was a small child showing his mother his latest drawing.
‘Well, what do you think?’
‘I think it’s raining and you have stopped in the middle of the street for no reason.’
‘Fuck off Moony, I mean the house.’
‘What? This house?’
‘Yes this house you wanker, it’s mine.’
Peter, James and Remus all just stare.
‘You bought a house…’ Sirius dropped his arms.
‘Well no.. I bought a flat, second floor. I thought we could all live here. When we leave school…Together.’
Silence.James, never one for silences, or being able to handle the look of fear and apprehension on Sirius’ face, breaks into a smile.
‘For real Pads?’
‘Yeah.. for real..’
James clapped Peter on the back, still grinning. Peter smiles too. Then James runs up and hugs Sirius, very briefly and before the poor boy can respond, James has broken away and is running up to the red door, unlocking and sprinting inside, bounding up the stairs. A few seconds later he is seen in one of the enormous windows, still grinning as he jumps about motioning for the others to join him.
Peter laughs before running in after James. Remus remains standing and staring.
‘You want me to move in with you?’
‘Probably should have made asking you more romantic Moony.. but I figured having us all here would be cute as well. But yeah, I want you to move in with me. And James. And Peter. I basically want you to move into Gryffindor Dormitory 2.0, only this time we get to share a bed.’
Remus is silent.
Sirius is worried.
‘You don’t have to Rem. Maybe this is too fast. You can say no…’
‘I love you, Sirius’
‘I love you too, Moony.’
‘But I get the left side of the bed.’
Sirius lets out a bark like laugh.
‘Fine, but I’m choosing the sheets, your taste sucks ass.’
Moving into the London flat was all they could talk about for the next few months.
Sirius had never asked them to pay any rent, he had more than enough money after his Uncle had passed away and figured it was the least he could do.
But James had downright refused to let his friend pay for him, insisting he would split the rent 50/50 every month, no matter what protests Sirius put up.
Remus wanted to pay too, but Sirius didn’t even bother listening to that. Remus didn’t have the money to do it, not that Sirius cared, and he would always say, ‘Remus, we are going to be sharing a bed, theirs not really anything for you to pay for. Plus, you can get me a really cool birthday present to make up for it.’ Remus got him a motorbike that year.
A few weeks before the end of school, just when the boys had finished there exams, and reality had started to sink in, Sirius heard that Marlene’s parents hadn’t taken the whole ‘her dating Dorcas’ thing so well, and were no longer speaking to her. So the next day he went up to her, pulled her aside and told her that there was a bedroom waiting in a small flat in London that he was sure her and Dorcas would enjoy.
He’d never seen Marlene cry before that day.
A week later James walked into the dormitory, sweaty and gross from Quidditch practice, panting as he explained that he was in love with Lily Evans.
‘Yeah no shit Potter, I heard you two last night.’
Sirius got a pillow thrown at his head.
Then James explained that he was going to ask Lily to move in with him after they left school. That he wanted her in his life and in the flat. If Sirius was okay with that.
Sirius started laughing. James was confused.
‘Prongs, you are the most oblivious boy I have ever met. Lily and I have been waiting for you to ask her to move in for the past two months.’
Sirius got another pillow thrown at his head. Then James ran off to go find Lily.