Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it in latex or she’s stealing your paychecks), oral (female receiving), language, some fluff at the very end.
Summary: guys this has absolutely no plot like it is pure sin. It’s also in Bucky’s POV, and I’m planning on doing it in the reader’s POV as well, as a sequel of sorts. But, can I get a hell yeah for the smut?
Bucky loved times like this. The feeling of your soft skin
on his fingertips, and your hands running through his hair. He absolutely
couldn’t get enough of you.
His favourite though, was the sounds you make when you two
are together. The soft gasps and breathy moans, eventually growing in volume as
he works you towards your peak.
Right now, his head was buried in between your thighs. He
was still teasing you; kissing your thighs and hips. He planned on doing this
for quite some time, until you were begging. However, that changed when you
felt his breath on your core, and a gasp of his name fell through your lips.
green - his head is so large but he’s got a good battle stance, his tail is a tad bit too small and akin to a limp noodle 5/10
red/blue - he looks like he’s doing shia labeouf’s “JUST DO IT”. thanks to this mewtwo I am ready for all of life’s challenges 9/10
Yellow - a proud boy, thrusting his pelvis forward for all to see, his tail is very high quality and good as well! 10/10
Gold - very good color and shading, he’s a bit plump but that is ok!! 8/10
Silver - the colors are a bit muted, but I like this one because he looks like he’s plotting something, mischievous as fuck I like it >:3c/10
Crystal - Look at this glorious glowing boy!! Magic Man!!!!! 10/10
Ruby/Sapphire/FR/LG - very determined mewtwo here, he points forward like jotaro kujo. yare/10
Emerald - he shrinks and expands? It looks interesting but the sprite animation is a bit strange 7/10
Diamond/Pearl/Platinum - this boy is aware of his surroundings, and he’s got a top notch tail to boot! 9/10
Heart Gold/Soul Silver - now, here he is! my favorite sprite of him!! he’s doin’ a wicked cool pose plus the colors are fantastic and pleasing to the eye! perfect/10
Black/White - i was always a little bit disappointed that they didn’t animate his heart gold/soul silver sprite, and honestly his animations don’t really fit with him too much, he just sorta bounces ya know? 6/10
X/Y - Now, color wise I do not like this mewtwo very much, way too muted, I prefer the deep purples from generations 5 and 4, but the true beauty comes from him being viewed from the back
look at how LONG that tail is!!! It’s tremendous, the tail I’ve been searching for this whole time! 11/10
Summary: Can u do a grayson imagine where him n y/n like each other, but neither of them tell each other but Ethan knows ofc. So u tried to move on. N Grayson been actin like an ass wit u cus he saw u out having lunch with Cameron Dallas (him Ethan n Grayson are friends in this) n u guys have a heated argument leads to him kissing n then to you guys having rough but passionate sex n u guys get caught by Cameron Dallas n Ethan coming back to the twins apartment.
Warnings: Fingering/eating out/spanking/unprotected sex/Doggy Style/cursing/AKA Grab a bible
A/N: This is so intense. I hope you guys have enjoyed this mini mini series of Grayson! Thanks for reading you guys now enjoy the sexual side of G!
“I hate you Grayson. Just go home please.” I said exhaustedly, but before I could turn around I was pinned up against the wall as Grayson’s warm lips kissed mine hard. I was beyond confused at whatever was happening. Three seconds ago we were yelling and the next he’s making out with me hard. “Where’s Ethan?” I asked pushing Grayson off.
“I don’t know probably out now.” He says before reconnecting his lips back to mine. I try and grab his shoulders for better friction, but he takes my arms and pins them above my head. “No baby girl. You don’t get to do that.” Grayson then kisses me hard again. One hand had my wrists pinned while one hand moves to my breasts as he starts squeezing them. His lips connect roughly to my neck as I feel his tongue softly cover the light bruise forming. I try my best to hold back the moans which makes Grayson smirk.
“Baby girl you don’t want to do that.” He says lowly as he pinches my nipples hard.
“Fuck!” I moaned as I felt Grayson’s lips on my neck curve into a smile. He knew the power he had over me. He knew just what he was doing. His hand moved from my breasts and softly slid down my body until he reached the hem of my jeans. He reconnects his lips with mine and kisses me hard. My body thrusts upwards to him. He pulls away and smirks to me.
“Keep your hands above your head baby girl, okay?” He gives my neck a kiss before he gets down on his knees and looks up to me smiling. His hands give my hips a squeeze and he places soft kisses from my belly button to the hem of my jeans. He unbuttons them and kisses the top of my underwear. His hands wander to my ass as he gives a firm squeeze. I thrust my pelvis forward as Grayson chuckles. “Patience baby girl.” He kisses my panty line and trails down my crotch. I feel him lightly kiss my slit through my panties and I was weak.
He pulls my jeans down to my ankles and off my feet to where I was left in my white tank top and pink panties.
“Why? Why are you doing this Grayson?” I asked confused which made him stop everything he was doing. I could see his jaw clenching again which made me swallow my words.
I felt my heart begin to race as he quickly stood to his feet. He grabbed my wrist hard and he yanked me to my room. I try my best not to trip as he shoves me on to the bed.
“You said Cameron treated you like a person and I said I was going to make you take those words back. Do I make myself clear? Oh baby girl you don’t know how much I’m going to make you scream. Everyone on the fucking block will know my name.” He says as he connects his lips harshly to mine again. I tried to get up, but he pinned me down.
Grayson just kisses my neck and trails down my body. Before I know it, I feel the cool air brush against exposed slit. I then feel the slightly unshaven face of Grayson rubbing against me and kissing my clit which made me buck my hips forward. I shiver at the intense of his lips sucking on my clit.
“Fuck!” I screamed which I felt him smile as he grabbed my ass and pushed me more into his face. He was eating me out hard and it felt so good. I rolled my head back as I went to lock my finger in his hair. As soon as his hair touched my finger tips he stopped.
“Do you like this? Do I make you feel good?” He asks as his finger slowly moves in circles around my clit. “Does Cameron make you feel this good?” He asks as he licks his bottom lick pulling the flesh in between his teeth. His fingers curve upwards barely tapping my G-spot. My mouth makes the shape of an O and I throw my head back. I slowly grind my hips into Grayson’s fingers. “Say it.” He growls which causes me to look at him. “Say I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.” He says as his fingers slide in and out of me harder, curving his fingers to hit my G-spot each time.
“Gr-Grayson.” I sputtered as his fingers hit me harder. “Fuck you feel so good.” I moaned as I flopped my body back against the bed. Grayson slows his pace as he hovers over me. He pulls his fingers out of me and clashes his lips with mine.
My hands tangle in his hair before he pulls away from me and stood at the end of the bed. He then slips his shirt over his head before pulling his pants down revealing his larger member in his boxers.
“Turn over.” Was all he said. Before I could react I felt Grayson slide my body down towards him. He was not patient at all. He grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my stomach.
“Grayson? What the hell you have a girlfr-AH!” I felt a burning sensation scatter throughout my body. I look over my shoulder and I see Grayson’s hand raised high.
“Don’t make me spank you again baby girl.” He says gruffly at which I bit my bottom lip. “Gosh I hate having to spank you Y/N. But someone needs to punish you.” Grayson says as his hand slams against my bare ass again which caused me to squeak. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was smirking. “Do you like that baby girl?” He asks which I turn my head slightly to look at him.
“I mean I’m not going to say I don’t like it.” I replied shyly which I saw his tough guy side fall a little and I saw Grayson lightly laugh followed by a smile. I giggled too, before his hand slapped my ass again.
“Gosh Y/N I’m so angry with you. I can’t believe you can kiss me, my brother, go on a date with Cameron, of all people you picked Cameron.” I chuckled a little as his hand slid in between my thighs to separate them which I knew what was about to happen. “And then here you are, letting me fuck you, right here in your bedroom.” With that I feel Grayson slam into me causing me to let out a yelp. I felt my walls expanding attempting to get used to his size. This wasn’t my first time, hell this wasn’t even my fifth time. But Grayson’s dick was so huge inside of me. “Like I’m going to fuck you like this so I don’t have to see you because I know if I see your face I’ll lose it.” Grayson pulls out and slams into me again which makes me let out a moan. “Mmm baby girl your moans sound so hot.” He says as he spanks my ass and let’s his nails drag against my skin which I let out another moan.
“Fuck Gray!” I shout which causes him to thrust faster inside me. Finally I start to adjust to his size as I slam back into him. He grabs my ass hard and gives a hard squeeze. His dick hit my G-spot every single time he slammed inside of me. None of my exes knew where my spot was, but Gray did. Maybe his new girlfriend has taught him a few things or maybe me telling him about all the other guys he picked up on a few things.
“That’s it.” Grayson says before he pulls out of me and then slams my body on top of his. I knew to grind against him as he slowly slides himself inside of me. He peels my tank off with my sports bra and lies me down on my back. He thrusts into me as my nails dig into his back. “Scream my name.” He grunts as he rides me hard.
“Scream my name.” He grunts as he rides me hard.
“Fuck Grayson!” I moan as I wrap my arms tightly around his neck as he continues to pound into. I feel the headboard shaking behind me. I hear the wood slamming against the wall and the bed springs squeaking. Grayson connects my lips to his again and kisses me full of passion. At first he was very rough, but now I felt more passion. His kisses weren’t as sloppy and he wasn’t so aggressive anymore.
His kisses were softer now, but fueled completely by passion with a hint of lust. This was the Grayson I fell in love with. This was the Grayson I wanted more than anyone. More than Ethan and Cameron combined.
He slowed his pace to where now we were just taking each other in, but he quickly sped up when I could feel him start twitching inside of me. I grab his face and push his face back for a second. “Cum for me Gray.” I said as I reconnected my lips back to his again as he speeds his thrusting up. I thrust up towards Grayson and soon I feel him pull out of me and he came all over my stomach. He then takes his fingers and rubs vigorously on my clit to make sure I finished too.
“Scream my name when you cum baby.” Grayson says as he rubs harder. I rolled my hips up towards his fingers. “Who makes you feel this good?” Grayson rubs me harder at which I feel my toes start to curl.
“You do.” I said shyly which made Grayson rub harder.
“Say my name.” He says at which I feel the knot in my stomach come undone as my entire body starts to shiver.
“Grayson! Fuck Gray!” I moaned at which he started to smile. He grabs me an old shirt to wipe the cum off of my stomach. I try to get up, but he stops me.
“No just curl up in bed. We need to talk.” Grayson says as he starts to pull me into him on the bed. He wrapped us up in my comforter. After a few minutes of nothing but silence and Grayson just holding me I decided to say something.
“Did you just cheat on Sophie?” I asked realizing he was in a relationship. Grayson looked to me like he was caught off guard. “You’re a lot of things Grayson Dolan, but a cheater is not you.” I asked and he just sighed.
“I like you okay? I always have. Sophie was just for publicity and maybe to make you jealous.” He says and I lean off of his chest to look him in the eyes.
“These past two months without you and E really fucking sucked. The things you said really hurt me. Why are you just now saying something? Why did you say we were just friends on Ellen? Why now Grayson? Why not two months ago when I needed to hear it?” I was obviously hurt because I felt Grayson’s arms wrap around my bare body as he kissed my shoulder softly.
“Because I didn’t want fans to hate on you. I’ve seen the things they would comment on your instagram every so often whenever E, you, and I would hangout. We weren’t even dating and they would say such awful things to you. Then when Sophie and I started seeing each other and the comments the fans would leave on her instagram or twitter, they were ruthless. Sophie can handle it though. She’s used to haters. You aren’t. The last thing I wanted was for us to start dating or anything and then they scare you away or you changing your mind about us.” Grayson answers which I nod in agreement.
“Why did you say those awful things to me when you caught Ethan and I kissing? We weren’t dating.” I said and Grayson just rolled his eyes.
“No we weren’t dating, but you were making out with my brother. How am I supposed to feel? I was so angry and hurt that I wanted you to feel what I felt. After that I told Ethan to stay away from you and not talk to you. Was it mature? No. Do I regret it? Kind of.” Grayson said as his eyes grazed down my body. “But I really do like you Y/N. I like you so much. Even when we weren’t talking for two months I missed you. You were my first and my last thought at the start and end of every day. When I saw you at In N Out with Cameron, I just wanted to walk over and knock him out and then run off with you, but then I remembered something.” His eyes looked down in front of him and he let out a sigh.
“What’s that Gray?” I asked concerned.
“You weren’t mine. I let you go. More like I pushed you into Cameron’s arms. That’s why I came here today. I wanted to get you back. I want you to be mine.” He says as he kisses my lips gently.
“Woah Y/N you’re naked!” We heard Ethan shout. I grabbed the comforter and pulled the blanket up to cover my bare body. “And you’re in bed with Grayson? Okay I need details. Get dressed, I’m going to order a pineapple pizza, and we are going to have a movie night like the old times.” Ethan said as Grayson and I both started giggling. Just then Cameron walked in behind Grayson. Grayson popped his head up and his smile disappeared. Cameron’s eyes immediately went to me. Grayson leaned forward to cover my body from Cameron’s eyes.
“Dude get the fuck out. She’s mine.” Grayson said and gave me a kiss right in front of everyone. When he pulled away Cameron was gone which we all started laughing. Ethan went into the living leaving Grayson and I.
“So I’m yours now am I?” I asked as I threw on my Dolan Twins hoodie with some pajama pants.
“I would really like it if you were mine.” He smiles when I walked over to him slowly. I wrapped my arms around him as my lips attach to his. His arms wrap around me as he just holds me. We pull away and he rests his forehead on mine.
“I would too.” I answered as we walked into the living room and told Ethan everything. About the bickering, Sophie and Gray not being in a real relation, about how Gray claimed we were just friends. Ethan just smiled and laughed at all the craziness we had encountered in just two months, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
That night Grayson spent the night in my room while Ethan fell asleep on the couch. He held me in his arms and he would softly kiss me all throughout the night. We watched The Little Mermaid and we just cuddled.
“I love you.” Grayson mumbled into my hair. “Like a lot.” He kisses my forehead which I just smiled against his warm chest.
“So much for being just friends huh?” I asked with a chuckle which Grayson just scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“Y/N I think you and I both know we were never just friends.” He says as he tackles me into a kiss.
Could you do short scenario for Bakugou, Kirishima and Todoroki on having wet dream with their s/o.
You groan slightly as you feel something hard prodding against your ass. You open your eyes blearily as the object repeatedly ruts into your backside. Shifting in the arms that are around your waist, you hear a grunt come from Bakugou.
“Ah, f-fuck, (Name),” he groans under his breath, “God dammit.”
You blush when you finally register what is happening. Your boyfriend tightens his grip on you, thrusting his pelvis and panting in your ear. You are about to turn and wake him when you feel a warm, sticky sensation at on your lower back. You blink. Did he just … ?
“Eh? What the hell, Katsuki?!”
“Huh,” his voice is thick with sleep, “What the fuck are you screaming about?”
“You just came all over my back! What the fuck!”
Bakugou blushes and sits up, “J-Just shut the fuck up, (Name)!”
He climbs out of bed, trying to hide his reddened cheeks with his hand, and walks to the bathroom to get you a washcloth.
Kirishima snuggles against your chest. Sleeping with you is a privilege that he loves to indulge in. You are so soft in his arms and you smell so nice and you feel so good to him. A breathy moan leaves his lips as he moves his hips against your thighs. You are stirred from your sleep when you feel a hardness against your thigh. Your vision is unfocused as you slowly open your eyes. You blink to clear the sleep from your head.
“Eiji?” you mumble.
Your boyfriend doesn’t respond, but you can hear your name tumbling from his lips.
“(Name)-chan, like that … uh … please don’t stop.”
You look down at the boy against your chest. A light blush tints his cheeks as he moves his hips. He is dreaming about you. A chill runs through your body. You reach down and feel a something sticky between your thighs. Your face twitches.
“Mmm, yeah, babe?”
“Oh, my god, it’s all over me! Again, Eijirou, really?”
The red headed boy shoots upwards. His face morphs into an expression of horror. Kirishima scrambles out of bed, nearly tripping over himself as he rushes to get a washcloth for you. A string of sorry’s pour from his lip as he watches you wipe yourself down. Sleeping with you is a privilege, one that he had most likely lost yet again.
You whine and shift in your sleep, feeling something hard between your cheeks. The hard length pushes into you again. It’s steadily grinding into the flesh of your ass. You bring your hand to your face and wipe the sleep from your eyes.
“(Name) … don’t tease me …” Todoroki groans under his breath.
You blink, eyed widening when you feel your boyfriend rut against you. Todoroki’s lips are partially separated as he pants against the nape of your neck. You freeze. He is dreaming about you. Fantasizing about you. Should you wake him or let him sleep? A hot blush finds it’s way into your face. What should you do—
You freeze, feeling something gooey and wet againt your lower back. You hesitantly reach back to confirm your train of thought.
“Sh-Shouto!” you squeak.
Todoroki blinks the sleep from his eyes to find you staring at him with a indistinguishable expression and a sticky hand. Your boyfriend blushes and immediately get up to retrieve towels for you.
“(Name), I am so sorry,” he look at the ground.
You pat his arm and clean yourself up, “It’s okay, Shouto. It’s actually kind of flattering.”
Todoroki looks off to the side as he covers a blush with his hand.
he said, leaning forward to whisper in my ear. “Ye make the same kind of sounds when I rub your neck as ye do when I—” He thrust his pelvis against me in a discreet but explicit motion that made it quite clear what he meant. “Mm?”
“Mmmm,” I replied, and kicked him—discreetly—in the shin. “Fine. If anyone hears me behind closed doors, they’ll assume you’re rubbing my neck—which is about all you’re likely to do until we get off this floating plank.“
❛ i have been repeatedly spooned by this man. ❜ ❛ what i discovered is that i bleed… & then i heal. ❜ ❛ he had a dream vomit. ❜ ❛ I’VE BEEN SHREKED !! ❜ ❛ i am a modest princess. ❜ ❛ whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat !! ❜ ❛ bikers wanna do more than kiss. ❜ ❛ hey… hey girl… hey. hey girl… i like your boots. ❜ ❛ laughter is like farting out of your mouth. ❜ ❛ i sleep with reckless abandon !! ❜ ❛ just call me sugar daddy. ❜ ❛ soft tacos are wannabe burritos. ❜ ❛ i’m gonna be a rapper, i’m gonna call myself ritz cracker !! ❜ ❛ it’s made from the muffin tops of men. ❜ ❛ my cheeks are sweating… all four of them. ❜ ❛ the fastest way to a woman’s heart is through a worm’s anus. ❜ ❛ dare me to eat the anus ?? ❜ ❛ i could, at any point, share something inappropriate. that’s part of who i am & i embrace it & constantly battle with it. ❜ ❛ embrace the taste. ❜ ❛ when in doubt, whip chocolate out. ❜ ❛ question: how do you eat a fart ?? ❜ ❛ when in doubt, choose humping. ❜ ❛ everybody wins a goat. it’s like oprah, except it’s goats. ❜ ❛ cheese pizza is for kids & sad people. ❜ ❛ do you wake up with melted booty dents ?? ❜ ❛ you gotta cross a few lines to get to the circle. ❜ ❛ uneven sideburns are off fleek. ❜ ❛ paint me like your french fries, jack. ❜ ❛ elbow points are a sign of intelligence. ❜ ❛ you show you mine, i’ll show you yours. ❜ ❛ these have been boiled for safety. ❜ ❛ i was an anxious child. i felt safest on the couch. ❜ ❛ you heard of that band ‘ vomit launch ’ ?? i heard they’re coming into town in a few minutes. ❜ ❛ we’re eating the stars. everything is stars & that makes everything okay. ❜ ❛ we are living in an instant world & i am an instant girl. ❜ ❛ let’s talk about that !! ❜ ❛ i don’t want to ‘ lady & the tramp ’ with you !! ❜ ❛ now don’t go with too much gusto or you’ll pop through. ❜ ❛ you can do it, serpent king !! ❜ ❛ volcano boarding is real. ❜ ❛ nachos are for sharing. ❜ ❛ what the– what the crap ?! ❜ ❛ which type of poop do you want to make ?? ❜ ❛ are you harboring a bad relationship under your left butt-cheek ?? ❜ ❛ she’s not gonna go to pittsburgh with me to open the put-put palace with me. ❜ ❛ bubbles are the answer. ❜ ❛ today we master the art of the contour. ❜ ❛ this is like the first thing people see see when they arrive in hell. ❜ ❛ i want you to glow, man. i want to be the glow boys. ❜ ❛ i could be a bird. that’s what i’ve learned. ❜ ❛ when it comes to turkey, i am a breast man. but when it comes to humans, i am a wing-man. ❜ ❛ me & my sports bra dance amongst the windmills. ❜ ❛ there’s no real crotch under here. ❜ ❛ i think they’re just making sarcastic remarks directly into each other’s mouths. ❜ ❛ there are moments when you really frighten me & i question why you’re my best friend. ❜ ❛ answer the question !! what color are your nipples !?! ❜ ❛ i’m on top of you !! ha-ha !! i’ve got you right where i want you & that’s under me !! ❜ ❛ my rectum is so tight. ❜ ❛ i’ll be caressing your dinosaur fossil on a regular basis, if you’re okay with that. ❜ ❛ a cookie solves a world of problems. ❜ ❛ this has got to stop. this, us eating & drinking gross stuff, has got to stop. ❜ ❛ you’re the mouth king !! you’re the mouth king & nobody knew it until today. ❜ ❛ you need me & i need you. we need each other at certain points in our lives, that aren’t the same times. ❜ ❛ when you serene really hard you start chillin’. ❜ ❛ let’s touch our sword tips. ❜ ❛ everybody’s got a butthole, but i got two. ❜ ❛ go to bed. don’t pee on your ritz crackers. ❜ ❛ the sun is always shining on a unicow that’s milking itself. ❜ ❛ i’m always thinking about women in corsets & i’m always thinking about getting my piercings snagged. ❜ ❛ before i apply my face, i like to mist myself with a light film of my signature scent, febreze. ❜ ❛ i always say nothing livens up a party than a pair of chaps. ❜ ❛ ever pooped out an engagement ring ?? ❜ ❛ there are also professional butt slappers. ❜ ❛ lotta foreskin going around these days. ❜ ❛ i don’t know if you can feel how hard i’m breathing, but that’s the sound of winning. ❜ ❛ hey, i’m a bird of paradise. ❜ ❛ i might say stupid things, but at least i know they were stupid. ❜ ❛ you began to thrust your pelvis out to meet the bat. ❜ ❛ you seem to be getting a little too much of a thrill out of beating the crap out of me. ❜ ❛ there’s nothing like the feeling that your balls are impervious. ❜ ❛ i’d like to see the root of that sternum. ❜ ❛ he must look & feel amazing. ❜ ❛ oh gosh, i can’t look away. ❜ ❛ you’ve never worn panties before, huh ?? ❜ ❛ kids, this is how you make a baby… first, you get a belly bongo. ❜ ❛ i think it’s gonna become clear as i take my clothes off what i am. ❜
The Black Fairy’s curse has passed. Magic has left our realm for good. No more dark ones or curses can hurt them now. Emma is on her way to discovering just what it’s like to lead a normal life with the man she loves.
Miles from Storybrooke, was where the Jolly Roger was anchored, far from any intrusive parents or well meaning dwarves. On the deck, tangled in each other, the sun kissing their naked skin, the two newly weds were lost in each other.
Since departing, Killian had taken care to make love to Emma on every available surface. The passion and love he felt for his new wife-his wife, his heart, his luv, his-had over taken him body and soul. Their couplings had been passionate beyond belief. But now, with the sun beginning to be engulfed by the sea, the former pirate took his time. He drew lazy kisses from her mouth, down, down, down tasting and teasing as he went.
Emma gasped as his tongue encircled her nipple, drawing it into his hot mouth. His tongue and teeth played across her skin. Hot coiling desire coarser through her, Emma’s hands came up, her fingers grasping dark locks, her wedding bands catching the dying sun light.
“Killian,“she sighed as he released her nipple to draw path down the slight curve of her belly to that sweet place between her shapely thighs. The cry that fell from her lips was lost to the crashing of waves on the sides of the ship.
He sucked, he kissed, he devoured her very nectar, drawing his wife to the highest peak of passion with his slow torture. His mouth closed around her clit, sucking hard, bringing Emma a kind of pleasure she’d never truly experienced. Her mind spun, her very bones turning to liquid. She lay limply beneath her husband as he rose up on his knees, positioning his throbbing cock at her entrance, with a practiced percison, he entered smoothly and hard.
Her eyes flew open at the fullness of him, it felt so good to have him there. Killian clasped his hand in her own, holding it high above her head. His piercing blue eyes were the color of mercury as they bore into her own.
"Watch me, Swan,” he growled.
Emma could only give a wordless moan, but her green eyes never left Killian.
Killian bucked his hips, the movements hard and slow, jarring her with every thrust, giving her his full length with every churn of his pelvis. Emma met him-thrust for thrust, both keeping the steady pace.
"You’re so fucking beautiful, luv,“ he growled as he released her hand clasping her jutting breast, squeezing.
More pleasure flooded her, all at once the slow pace wasn’t enough for her. Emma rose up, gently, but firmly guiding Killian to his back. His only answer was a cheeky grin. He rearranged his legs, holding his shaft still for Emma to seat herself. She moved without hesitation, taking him to the hilt. She rode him like a warrior, a vengeful Amazonian goddess.
Killian was captured by the beauty of her as she moved over him. And bloody hell did it feel amazing having her there. The woman he loved more than his own life riding him with a purpose. Killian grasped her neck tugging her lips down to meet his in a ravenous kiss.
It left them both gasping, Killian held her closer to him, thrusting deeper inside her. Their movements rose in tempo, their harsh breathing beating against their skin. The fire between them reached a powerful crescendo. Emma released a cry as her orgasm rocked through her, her arms grasped Killian tightly, as though he were the only thing anchoring her to the earth. Killian’s own completion was equally as powerful as he buried his face in the crook of his wife’s neck.
They remained like that for the span of a heart beat, Killian still buried deep inside her. Emma relaxed against him, pressing a feather light kiss on his temple as she sat up.
"That was …"
"Most definitely not a one time thing, luv,” he teased as he tucked a blond lock behind her ear.
Emma released a light hearted giggle as she caressed her husbands face.
“Hmm, well …"
"Minx,” he growled as he rolled her back beneath him, and began to remind his beautiful wife that he was not a man who could be satisfied with just a one time thing … .
@dennislesbianBecause of you, I couldn’t stop thinking about Charlie’s line in the episode The Gang Gets Analyzed. This is your fault. So here we are.
“Dennis, can I give you some advice? Look, hey, do what you wanna do in life, you know? And know that there’s nothing wrong with that.”
Before we get to that though, let’s remember what happened just prior during Charlie’s time with the therapist.
“Being comfortable in your own skin is never a bad thing.” “Given your non-traditional life choices, you are surprisingly well adjusted.” “Do the things you do […] and stop hiding the pigeon. Let him be who he wants! Let him fly away!”
As an audience, we are shown Charlie completely misunderstanding the therapist’s words and meaning, and he seems to take them in the complete opposite/wrong direction. But we all know Charlie is not as dumb as he seems. He gets the bigger picture. ‘Be yourself and do what you want–there’s nothing wrong with that.’
And then we go to the waiting room. Mac is doing quadra-lift thrusters, literally thrusting his pelvis directly into Dennis’ face. At this point in the show, everyone in the gang is well aware of Mac’s latent homosexuality, except for Mac himself.
Now let’s recall Dennis’ session with the therapist.
“To be in someone’s mind, to have complete control. It’s like the thrill of being near the executioner’s switch. Knowing that at any moment, you could throw it. But knowing you never will. But you could. Never isn’t the right word. Because I could, and I might. I probably will.”
Dennis goes on some rant about being in control. We’ve seen him get off on it. And now, he’s literally drugging his best friend to stimulate his weight loss because he deems it a hindrance in his own life. But I think there’s more to it than that.
We’ve seen multiple times throughout the show that Dennis definitely has some semblance of control over Mac’s life. Could it be that Dennis also believes he has some control over Mac’s sexuality? Imagine what would happen if Dennis actively pushed Mac towards accepting himself instead of being a passive bystander. It probably wouldn’t have taken forty years for Mac to come out of the closet. But Dennis has never made a move. And I mean like a clear, 100% homo no denying the gay move on screen.
But he could. And he probably will.
Charlie knows this. He knows Mac and Dennis have massive boners for each other. He probably also knew about the ‘size pills’. Because Charlie catches on to more than anyone gives him credit for. Hence Charlie’s advice to Dennis:
“Make a move, you loser. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Your boyfriend Peter, was so amazing. He was almost flawless. First of all. The thing that attracted you to him in the first place. He was amazingly good looking. Not only was Peter the definition of tall, dark and handsome. But he was also slightly dorky looking in all honesty giving him a sort of innocence to his otherwise lusty ways. Another thing about Peter was he was the only person who could make you laugh so hard you could cry on Que. You don’t know, and probably never will know why he’s so hilarious, but guessed the mystery was just another added bonus of being in love with him. There was just one problem
His dancing. Now, you weren’t saying he was a bad dancer, he was actually rather good and it was amusing to watch. But, when he was dancing around you for an hour straight, the same tape playing over and over again,his pelvis repeatedly thrusting near your face - which by the way made you very flustered and uncomfortable - There was only so much you can handle. Finally he had gotten on your last nerve and you pushed him away lightly standing up, an action that simply encouraged him more.
Today was one of the guardians lazy days. And as much as you wanted to be a guardian of the galaxy. You weren’t. You lived in Xander as a simple sales women. You got good deals for Peter whenever he stole something and needed some good money for it. Of course you would scold him afterwards, but money was money. And Peter was the one who wore the trousers in your relationship so he paid the bills mostly.
Glaring at Peter you asked. “I’m filing papers. I understand your home and you want some, fun…” He smirked cockily. “But I have work to do Peter. Stop being impatient and let me finish.” You hissed, marching over to his tape player to turn of the music which was now more of an annoyance then anything. Before you could pause the music. A hand wrapped around your wrist and you were suddenly pulled into Quills hold. He kept you close. His arms securely around your waist.
“Come on (Name insert), Im only here for two days before I’ve got to go off fending for the galaxy again. Being taken by you means I’m not allowed to get up to my old star lord habits with the ladies meaning you are my only…”
“Only what Peter?” Your glare told him to choose his words carefully.
“Do I Peter? Do I?” He was silent. To be fair, you did feel bad depriving him of sex. Though before you could say anything he lent into your ear and huskily whispered.
“Your my only dance floor (Name insert).” His hand then span you before dipping you down where you were met with his goofy grin,making you laugh.
“Peter stop it. I told you I’m not happy with you.” Your face went back to looking serious, though the twinkle in your eyes told Peter otherwise. He chuckled, knowing you wanted him to continue, after all, you missed him. Dipping his head down, his soft lips kissed yours and with his free hand which wasn’t supporting your waist, he swiped some hair from your face.
“Well I’m happy with you (Name insert). Always have been always will be.” Biting your lip, you supposed your paper work could wait. After all, it had been a long time since you had provided him your ‘dance floor’.
A/N: I’m so glad you enjoyed part one, so here, have part two! I want to get out another part of this, and then we’ll where it takes us, huh? Also, if anyone has any requests, no matter how big or small, I’d love to hear them and write them for you if you’d like! Don’t be shy! I fuckin’ love feedback.
Summary: Reader finally gets to wear JDM’s shirt for the scene. And he fucking loves it.
When you arrived at work the next morning, you made a beeline for the table of breakfast foods and beverages, grabbing yourself a coffee and a muffin. You tried your best to avoid Jeffrey, which admittedly made you feel like a bit of a bitch, but you weren’t quite sure how to approach him now that you both knew how you felt about each other.
You mindlessly scrolled through your Twitter feed, stopping to appreciate a nice fan’s kind words, and fans that informed you that they shipped you and Jeffrey. It made you chuckle. If only they knew they were on the right track there. With a sigh, you pulled out your phone, plugging your earphones in and shuffling your music. Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me played through your earphones, the intro guitar riff filling your ears. This song never failed to make you feel sexy. Joe Elliott’s voice oozed sex appeal, although the song didn’t completely make sense. Nonetheless, a cheeky smirk made it’s way into your lips, lost in your thoughts.
A hand on your shoulder made you jump, and snap you out of your daze. “Fuck,” you cursed in fright, looking up to see who it was. “Sorry, Jessica,” you muttered upon seeing your assistant handing you your script for the day, sheepishly thanking her for it. As she left, you rubbed your face, putting your earphones back in as you read over the script.
Looking up discreetly, you had to do a double take at the sight in front of you. There Jeffrey was, in all his fucking glory, clad in his leather jacket. He had some simple black jeans on, and his glasses, which made your heart leap into your throat. You watched on in awe as he laughed at something a crew member must’ve said, thrusting his pelvis out and throwing his head back in laughter. You wondered how anyone could make laughing so fucking goddamn attractive.
Blinking a few times, you looked back down at your script, biting your lip. You read on, chuckling to yourself softly. Today, you were to be filming the scene you’ve been waiting for. You knew you had to bring it today. You sucked in a breath, banishing your thoughts as you stood up, watching Jeffrey in the distance still taking with the crew member. You looked down at your shoes, smirking proudly to yourself. You were wearing the highest pair of stilettos you owned, ones that always made you feel sexy, while still being able to walk in them.
You brushed the hair from your face, strutting with determination over to Jeffrey. The loud clinking of your heels on the floor made him look up to you, and stop talking mid-sentence. He watched you walking to him, his jaw slacking slightly as his eyes took in your appearance. You could only smirk at his reaction.
“Well, goddamn, look at you sweetheart,” he muttered lowly, rubbing his beard with his hand, his eyes drifting down to your heels. “Holy fuck, those are some sexy shoes, darlin’,” he admitted, and you watched as his eyes trailed up your legs, finally reaching your eyes again.
You loved being under his gaze. You fought the blush on your face, meeting his eyes. “Hey, Jeff. How are you?”
Jeffrey chuckled deeply, shaking his head at you slightly before rubbing his hand over his beard again. “Fuckin’ better now I’ve seen you in those heels of yours, sweetheart. I’ve got a thing for beautiful women in high heels, you should know that,” he told you, his eyes drifting downwards again to your feet. It was like he couldn’t get enough.
You giggled, biting your lip. “Is that so?” you questioned, enthralled by the look in his hazel eyes. An idea seemed to spring to his mind, because his face conveyed a mischievous smirk, as well as a dark look in his eyes.
“That is so, sweetheart. Although, I think I’d just about have a hard time controlling myself if I saw you with those heels and my shirt on,” he confessed, and you just about went into cardiac arrest as he leaned closer to you. “Even better if you didn’t even have panties on,” he whispered in your ear, his breath tickling your ear enticingly. Your face burned.
Once again, you were lost for words. You couldn’t do anything but stare as he walked away, oozing effortless swagger in his walk. You huffed out a long breath you were holding. Fuck him. He’d just ruined your plan. You came to him wanting the upper hand for once. You wanted to make him flustered. But he just turned the tables to suit himself. Fucking bastard.
Just like any other day, you spent a few hours in hair and makeup, reading your script and getting into character. When the time for wardrobe to dress you came, you hurried into the dressing room, quickly taking off your high heels, your pants and your shirt. After your shower this morning, you decided upon wearing your best set of underwear. Your bra was red and lacy, and also gave your breasts a nice added boost. Your panties matched your bra as well. It was then you realised that you would be wearing a hell of a lot of red today.
A knock at the door sounded, making you wrap your shirt around yourself. As you opened the door, you made sure to only poke your head out so the rest of you was covered. You saw a woman who worked in wardrobe standing there, holding out a shirt in a plastic bag for you to wear for the scene. She must’ve taken it from Jeffrey’s dressing room. With a sigh, you shook your head politely. “I’ve got my own, Natalie. Thank you though,” you smiled at her as she frowned in confusion, closing the door on her gently before she could protest.
You turned back to the mirror, looking at yourself. You thought you looked sexy in your lingerie set, and you wondered if Jeffrey would be ever able to see it. After a few quick moments, you slipped on his shirt he gave you. It still smelt like him, and you inhaled deeply, loving his musk. Your eyes wandered down to your high heels again, a smirk coming to your face as you as an idea sprung to mind. Remembering Jeffrey’s little confession earlier, you quickly put your heels on, taking a minute to check out your reflection again. Your legs looked a mile longer, and your posture was straighter — you felt confident.
With a deep breath, you opened the door, your heels clicking loudly on the floors as you walked to the set. You heard a lot of whispering and words of protest. Mostly that you weren’t wearing the right shirt, and you didn’t have to wear shoes for the scene. You ignored it all though, especially when Jeffrey turned to see you. This time, he really was lost for words. His jaw slackened, and his eyes were wide. But after he regained his composure quickly, his lips curled into an unbelievingly sexy smirk. He still had his glasses on, and he turned to properly face you, his eyes drinking your appearance in once again.
“Fuck me dead, I wasn’t expecting this,” he muttered to you as you got close to him. Your heels gave you an extra bit of height, but you were nowhere near as tall as him.
Lost for words, you only smiled up at him, fighting the blush creeping up on your face. “You like it though, right?”
Jeff laughed at your question, rubbing his beard as he looked you in the eye. His hand gently tucked a stand of hair behind your ear. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me, sweetheart?” he paused, “You really need to ask me that? Of-fuckin’-course I do. I love it,” he told you, his eyes trailing to your lips for a moment.
You smiled softly at him, you breathing quickening as he touched your face. You could only blink innocently, once again enthralled by his beautiful eyes. If the whole production crew’s and the rest of the cast’s eyes weren’t glued to the two of you, you probably would’ve taken the leap and kissed him. Or vice versa, you’d like to think.
After a moment, he stepped away again, and you snapped back into reality. One of your fellow cast members smirked at you, which you dismissed by looking away, clearing your throat awkwardly. Everyone seemed to fuss over you again, but you heard the director yell over the commotion.
“Hey!” he shouted, standing up, “Jeff, you like what she’s wearing?” he asked.
You blushed in embarrassment as watched Jeffrey look up from his phone to answer the director. “Fuck yeah I do,” he chuckled, winking at you. You bit your lip, breathing heavily.
“You think the fans would like it too?” the director asked Jeffrey again.
“Hell yeah,” Jeff answered confidently, smiling at the director, who nodded his approval.
“Alright, people! We’re shooting the scene how she is!” he announced, sitting back down.
You heard some groans of displeasure and annoyance sound from people, but you couldn’t help the grin spreading on your face.
You stood in position on set once again. There were people fussing over your hair and makeup, and they didn’t really help your nerves. Usually, nervousness wasn’t an overly huge issue for you, but wearing Jeffrey’s shirt and facing the fact that he would be touching you in intimate ways again made butterflies swam in your stomach. No matter how hard you tried to digest them.
With a deep breath, and after the crew finished with their final touches on your appearance, you stood on your marker to begin the scene. As you heard the director yell 'action’ for the millionth time that day, you walked into the set’s kitchen, walking over to the bench, your character making a cup of coffee for herself. You shuddered as you heard heavy footsteps pad your way, biting your lip as you continued to stir the coffee. A shaky breath left your lips as you waited for contact, nearly jumping out of your skin in anticipation as you felt Jeff’s arms wrap around your waist. You felt his lips press kisses to your shoulder, and him pulling the shirt to reveal more of your skin to kiss. You inhaled deeply as you felt his beard rub against your skin, closing your eyes in enjoyment. A gentle whimper left your lips. You heard him groan lowly against your skin, waiting for him to deliver his line.
“We’ll never get anything done today with you wearing that shirt,” he paused his hands moving down from your waist to your hips slowly, making your heart pound in your chest. Jeffrey continued delivering his lines, “Or with those heels on.”
You mentally took a note. That line was completely unscripted, but he made it work for the occasion. The director yelled to keep rolling, so you did.
"Why don’t you take it off me then?” you breathed out, thanking heavens for microphones, otherwise your words wouldn’t be audible. You gasped as you felt Jeffrey’s hands trail slowly — excruciatingly so — down to your thighs. His hands then began up your thighs, bunching up the hem of the shirt as he brought his hands up. You swallowed thickly, involuntarily leaning back on him as his hands made their way over your hips.
“Maybe I will,” he growled into the crook of your neck, making you whimper as he began to kiss your sweet spot. His hands now reached your lower abdomen, and you were surprised you were still able to stand. He was teasing you, so much so that you almost couldn’t take it any more.
Eventually though, his hands trailed up your torso, stopping to leisurely lift the shirt from your body. You watched his eyes gleam with curiosity as he took in your underwear.
“Holy fuck,” he growled, the lust audible in his voice as he spoke. Again, completely unscripted, but the director let the scene continue.
Jeffrey cleared his throat, obviously remembering the script as he leaned in to kiss your lips. Your fingers once again found their way into his hair, and you whimpered into his mouth as if to urge him to continue. He gently bit your bottom lip as he took a moment to breathe, and you would’ve became a puddle on the floor if he wasn’t holding you up.
“Jump, princess,” he ordered you gruffly, still not allowing for much of a gap between your lips and his. Doing as you were told, you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his hips, your arms then wrapping around his neck for support. You groaned, never being so close to him before.
“That’s my girl,” he breathed into your ear, kissing just below your ear after he spoke, his hands moving to support you up by holding your ass. You kissed his neck, grinning into his skin as he gently squeezed your panty clad skin.
Jeffrey then made his way upstairs into the set’s bedroom once again, your hands tangling into his hair as he placed you down on the bed. You kissed him this time, moaning softly against his mouth. You loved kissing him, acting with him gave you the perfect excuse to enjoy his touches, even though you weren’t entirely confident to do such things out of character.
You whimpered as you felt his hand run down your thigh, blushing as he smirked at you. His eyes were a significantly darker colour now, and again, it made you wonder if he was just really good at acting, or a part of him really was enjoying this as much as you were.
You were disappointed when you heard the director yell cut. For a moment, you forgot you were even acting. It all felt so real to you, and it made you quite excited.
Again, you were hot and bothered for the second time at his doing, panting and flushed like a hormonal teenager. You had messed up his hair again, but you weren’t sorry.
You noticed his eyes running over your figure once again, biting your lip as you watched him closely.
Nothing would ruin Gray’s good mood that friday. That must have been the first day of the whole week that did not turn into a complete disaster and, in addition, with the end of the college finals week, he could finally spend some time alone with his girlfriend.
At lunchtime he saw his friends in the cafeteria, already seated at one of the tables, and walked over there with a smile on his face.
“Looks like someone’s in a good mood today.” Levy said when the dark haired boy seated next to her.
“Yeah… What’s with that stupid face?” Natsu looked at his best friend as if he were from another planet, and Lucy laughed beside him.
“Honestly, I’m curious, too. Gray Fullbuster, happiness and morning classes do not match at all.” The blonde thought for a moment. “I’ll bet Juvia is involved in this.”
“Did you two kill classes for a quickie or what?” Cana looked at his friend with a big, malicious grin, and Gray just rolled his eyes.
“Loki is coming here, let’s just ask him.” The petite bluenette suggested.
They saw the orange-haired boy approaching their table - which took forever because he stopped several times to flirt with some girls - and as he sat down, all his friends were looking at him.
“Loki, do you know why Gray is like this?” Lucy asked as she pointed at the brunet.
“I’m normal!” He said.
“No, you’re not!”
“Oh, that’s easy.” Loki smirked. “Fridays movie night at home with Juvia.” The Fullbuster snorted, but without the usual frown on his face. “They go to her apartment to "watch” a movie and then Gray only comes back on Saturday night. Sometimes even on Sunday morning.“
"Thank you very much, Loki. You’re an idiot.” Gray glared at him, but Loki just shrugged.
“But he doesn’t get happy like this every week, does he?” Levy asked, confused.
“Gray must have been deprived of sex during the finals season!” Cana laughed out loud.
“You guys suck, you know that?” The brunet mumbled, but as soon as thin arms circled his neck and hugged him from behind, the smile was back in his features. He looked up and saw his beautiful girlfriend with a shy smile looking at him with affection. “Hey.”
“Hi, Gray-sama.” Juvia gave him a quick kiss before looking at the rest of the group. “Hi, guys!”
“Mrs. Fullbuster has finally arrived.” Cana smiled at the blunette, making her blush deeply with her words.
“Did you come to lunch with us, Ju?” Lucy asked her with a big smile.
“Ah, Juvia can’t. She promised Meredy that we would talk at lunchtime.”
“Is everything okay?” Gray asked with a frown.
“Nothing to worry about. It’s just a girl thing.” She explained before stealing another kiss from her boyfriend. “Juvia just came to say a quick ‘hello’. She has to go now.”
“So.. Movie night?”
“Movie night! Sure.” She gave him an anxious smile before kissing him for a few seconds. The whistles from his friends almost made him roll his eyes, but kissing his bluenette was much more interesting. “See you later.”
“You two are so cute!” Lucy and Levy spoke at the same time when Juvia left, and Gray just ignored them as he felt his face warm up a little. It was for this reason that he did not like being romantic in public.
“Why didn’t you ever call us to watch something with you?” Natsu suddenly asked in an offended tone, and everyone at the table stared at him blankly.
“Dear, they don’t-” Lucy tried to explain that Gray and Juvia did not do just that, but Loki, unfortunately, had been faster.
“Natsu, they do nothing but fuck all night.”
“We watched the movies.. At least the first three times.” Gray spoke with an amused smile.
“Beginning of dating?” The orange-haired boy tried to guess and gave a convinced smile when his friend nodded. “I knew it! Never rush things.”
“Never.” Gray nodded.
After school ended, Gray walked into the parking lot with Josh Wright - one of his classmates - at his side, both talking about a presentation they would have to make together soon.
“Fullbuster, you really are a lucky bastard.” The blond boy spoke suddenly, stopping in the middle of the parking lot and making Gray frown and look around in confusion.
That’s when the dark man understood what his colleague meant. Juvia was leaning casually on his motorcycle, waiting for him, and probably unaware of how tight her jeans, low-cut blouse, and jacket made her sexy.
“I know. "Gray shrugged and laughed as Josh narrowed his eyes at him. "We’ll talk later, Wright.”
“Shall I call you over the weekend?”
“I’ll probably be a little busy.” The brunete nodded in the direction of his motorcycle.
“I hope at least you’re going to be busy with the girl.” The blonde said before walking to his own car.
The Fullbuster finally walked up to his girl, and when she saw him, she grinned.
“I think they traded my girlfriend for a very hot motorbike rider.” He spoke when he was near her, making her laugh softly.
“Is Juvia looking like a bad girl?” She tried to make a threatening expression as she folded her arms.
“Yeah, you look badass.” Gray tried to hold back his laughter. Your girlfriend was so adorable. “All you need is dark sunglasses and then you’re going to be as scary as Gajeel.”
“Gajeel-kun is not scary. He’s a very sweet person inside.”
“So.. About the movie. Your house or mine?” He flashed his more flirtatious smile. Juvia blushed a little, but then hugged her boyfriend by the neck.
“Juvia’s. Gajeel-kun got tired of sleeping on the couch and decided to stay in Levy’s house while not moving to his new apartment.”
“So now you’re alone all the time?”
“All the time.” The bluenette smiled in a suggestive way. “Unless Gray-sama stays with her once in a while.” She pulled him down for a long kiss, which the dark haired boy corresponded with great enthusiasm on his part.
“GET A ROOM!” They heard Cana’s voice scream from somewhere.
Arriving at Juvia’s apartment, she immediately went to prepare the treats so they could eat during the movie.
“Do you need any help?” Gray asked leaning against the kitchen doorway to watch his girlfriend.
“Juvia has everything under control, but thank you.” She smiled at him. “Any special requests, Gray-sama?”
“Hmm.. What do we have so far?”
“Some snacks, soda, juice; and Juvia is making popcorn.”
“If I’m still hungry, can we order a pizza later?” He asked hopefully, making the bluenette look at him with amusement. “Or we can forget all this and just ask for the pizza.”
“How badly do you want this pizza, Gray-sama?”
“I could kill someone for one.” The brunet shrugged.
“Fine!” She laughed. “Gray-sama can have his precious pizza.”
“I knew I loved you for a reason.”
“Are you sure you don’t want it?” Gray asked for the tenth time, taking the second slice of pizza to his mouth.
“Yes, Gray-sama. Juvia is sure. You can eat as much as you want.” His girlfriend was focused on the TV; she was looking for a movie on Netflix. “What are we going to watch?”
“Anything but animation movies.”
“Aw, why?!” Juvia sounded so disappointed.
“Next week we can do a Disney marathon if you want. But not today.” He spoke, irrefutable. Every time the woman chose a movie like that, she paid no attention to him. No kisses, not even a wandering hand here and there - and certainly no sex. “Deal?”
“Deal! Juvia will not forget that.” She seemed excited to sing all the songs she knew from every Disney movie.
“Believe me, I know you won’t.” He snorted.
“Juvia found one! What does Gray-sama think of 'Sharknado’?”
Gray was amazed by his girlfriend. She really seemed to be enjoying the Shark-something.
After nearly 30 minutes of movie, he put his hand on her knee and began to stroke her thigh over the jeans. His lips went to her neck and he felt her goose bumps as he nibbled the lobe of her right ear.
“Gray-sama never pays attention to the movies.” The bluenette whispered with her eyes closed, and almost gasped when the brunet took one of his hands under her shirt and began to caress her stomach with the tips of his fingers, softly.
“I’d rather focus all my attention on you.” He whispered back, cupped her chin, and turned her face toward him so he could put his lips on hers in a slow kiss.
When their tongues touched, Juvia put one knee on either side of his waist and straddled him, deepening the kiss and letting it become more and more hungry and desperate. She felt his big hands go up to her ass and squeezing it hard as they tried to pull her closer. Juvia brushed her sex into the bulk of the brunet’s pants, making him moan softly, and he thrusted his pelvis a few times in response to continue the delicious rubbing.
She stood up suddenly, and licked her swollen, red lips seductively as she took each piece of clothing very slowly.There were a few sharks flying on the television screen behind her, but still, watching her undress without any shyness and with that feline look that seemed to devour him with so much desire, it was one of the most erotic visions for him.
“Juvia needs help to take a shower.” Juvia took both of Gray’s hands and guided them to her breasts - and she moaned loudly as he squeezed them immediately. “Gray-sama needs to help Juvia here.” She took his hands to her ass. “Here.” And at last she took only one them to her sex, where he massaged her clit with his thumb and felt her wet folds with his middle finger. “Ah! And here.”
“Well..” He swallowed, feeling his pants get painfully tight as she moaned with his touch. “What are we waiting for?”
With that said, he put her over his shoulder and led her into the bathroom, locking the door next. The movie - which was still on TV - was long forgotten.
Hell yeah, fridays movie night at home were the best!
AN: Hiii guys! How u doing? Er… This oneshot turned out to be a little more naughty (?) than I expected LOL! I hope you all enjoyed. Kisses from bacomeloN! Ps: Sorry about any mistake (I’m not a english expert, sorry D: )
Emma waved as her parents walked down the steps, and closed the door with a sigh. A hand came up above hers before she could move and Killian pressed himself lightly against her frame. “Birthday treating you properly so far, luv?” He purred into her ear. She smiled and shifted her weight against him, throwing her hips firmly along his groin. “I dunno, I guess it’s been okay… ” 1/
“Oh that won’t do at all, dearest wife. Whatever can I do to rectify this quandary? Your wish is my command.” His voice was low and breathy as his fingers teased under her sweater. She let her head roll back onto his shoulder as he ran her nose down her neck, ghosting his teeth above her collarbone. He centered his hips on her ass, keeping his growing length pushed against her. She felt her knees go weak when he dropped his hook from the door to dip below her waistband. 2/
“You’re awfully silent, luv.” “Well, /someone/ is making it hard to think.” “Hard, you say?” She could feel his grin on her shoulder as he thrust his pelvis forward. She groaned, her entire body tingling every time he propelled her into the door. “Take me to the bedroom before you break the door, pirate,” she managed to gasp. “As you wish.” /3 💫
i literally can’t even figure out words to respond to this intense sexiness, ever since i saw this this morning in my inbox the back of my eyelids have just been this gif looping eternally:
standalone; NC-17; fluff and smut; Scully/Reyes; post-Improbable; Monica and Scully have a girl’s night.
A/N: happy Valentine’s Day! I’m gonna try and get the last part up to love you but you’re green but here’s something else. This is more romantic than I’d care to be but they’re too cute
“Why not go a little wild with it? Hot pink,” suggests Monica. Her brush strokes are focused and precise, because she will not screw this up, even though she kind of sucks at it.
“Agent Reyes,” Scully warns.
“Or maybe a pretty powder blue.” Her tongue pokes out at the corner of her mouth as she lifts Scully’s right hand to inspect her work. “ Or a sexy Camaro red.”
“Too distracting while I’m carving up the dead.” Scully pulls her hand back and hums appreciatively. “You colored inside the lines.”
“Gross.” They both laugh and Monica recaps the tan polish sitting between them.
It’s a Friday night and William is improbably, blessedly asleep in the nursery. They’d gone through Monica’s bottle of wine and pulled a little something from Scully’s stash before Monica had offered to help her with a much-needed touchup.
“No time to get a manicure with my class schedule,” Scully had explained, holding her hands out gratefully.
This thing where they dress up in their comfiest pajamas and talk about stuff they never really paid any mind to in real life, like Bureau gossip and celebrity crushes, has been going on a little bit, and neither of them knows just how much the other needs it. Scully cannot remember the last time she had another woman as a friend, and had never had one quite so much like herself, unmarried and ambitious and a little turned on whenever she gets to take her gun out. Monica knows she’s never had a friend like Scully, so radiant and mind-numbingly intelligent it rubs off on her in small and large ways, inspires her to be a better agent, a better person.
And so began a new weekly routine, a droplet of normalcy in a drought of the truly bizarre.
Background :It’s been about a week and half since Rafe got Sam from prison. They are driving back to Rafe’s compound before going to search for Avery’s treasure, but because the world still needs to believe Sam is dead, their travel can’t be documented. Rafe buys an old car with cash and they begin their road trip, stopping in small towns for the night. While Rafe sleeps in the room, Sam goes to the nearest bars to find a cold drink and warm body. This is one such night.
Every magician inherits some family artefact. Baz has a wand, like me; all the Pitches are wandworkers. But Penny has a ring. And Gareth has a belt buckle. (It’s really inconvenient—he has to thrust his pelvis forward whenever he wants to cast a spell. He seems to think it’s cheeky, but no one else does.)