backside grab

Not So ‘Quick and Bracing’

Description: Killian sees his fiance making breakfast, and soon they hunger for more, which eventually leads to the shower… (Canon/scene divergence from the pancake scene of 6.18). 

Rating: E (because, reasons…)

Word Count: ~2600 

Author’s Note: I know, know…Everyone and their mom is doing this, but @killythecowardlypirate ask me to “do the thing,” and so…here’s my version. It’s a “what if Snow didn’t interrupt” version. And yes, Chantal, syrup is included… I mean, what’s pancakes without syrup, amirte? lol This is unbetad, because I just needed to get it out, and it’s twice as long as I intended it to be. Smut, humor and feels: just what you come to expect from yours truly! Enjoy!!

Killian quietly wrapped his arms around his fiancé as she flipped another pancake onto an already towering stack. He nuzzled her ear, his trimmed facial hair tickling her exposed appendage. “Something smells delicious,”  he whispered.

Emma smiled from ear to ear, the heat from Killian’s body radiating from behind her. “It’s just from a box…”

He practically growled as he responded, “I wasn’t talking about the pancakes..”

Emma turned swiftly in his arms, taking no time to lock his lips with her own. He must have recently brush his teeth, because she could still taste spearmint along his tongue. Her hand travelled from his scruffy chin, to his slightly exposed chest (he was in the middle of dressing himself and didn’t finish before walking down to the kitchen). After exploring each other’s mouth for what seemed like an eternity, she broke the contact, looking into his cobalt blue eyes.

She must have been staring far too long, because Killian broke her concentration, asking, “What?”

“I’m just…happy. Still surprises me sometimes.”

He just smiled. “Aye, love. Me, too.” Killian then leaned down for another kiss, this one more gentle than the previous one. As he lifted his lips from hers, he ask, “So, should I look forward to this every morning? My loving wife, dressed in naught but her black silk robe, making me breakfast?”

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Scratch - Part 2 - (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by naih-reedus

Summary: (Y/N) and Steve have been best friends since New York, so when when they are both going through a dry spell they agree to a friends with benefits relationship.

A/N: I’m really enjoying writing this series. I think it might be because it’s one of the more lighthearted ones I’ve written. Not that I don’t promise to toy with your emotions later on, but for the most part it fun to write.

Warnings: light smut I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Part 1

“How was the mission,” Nat asks not looking up from the television as I made my way into the living area of the compound.

“No questions until I’ve slept for at least a week,” I mumble letting my duffle hit the floor rather loudly.

“That bad,” Steve says from somewhere in the kitchen.

I glare at him as I slowly walk closer to where he stood and without saying a word take the beer he was holding in his hand and take a long swig.

“You know what,” I say stepping away from him. “I think I might take a shower first. I’ve had this itch I just can’t seam to reach,” a small smirk finds its way to my lips when I see Steve’s hand move to readjust his jeans. “Hopefully a long hot shower will help get rid of it.”

“Don’t forget,” Nat calls out. “Fury expects you to call in with your report by seven.”

“Don’t worry,” I say backing out of the room. “Five hours should be enough to get over this itch.”

Steve was giving me a stern look as I took another sip of the beer I had taken from him. Before I was out of sight I quickly winked at him and turned around to make my way to my room.

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drabble #2

this is dedicated to @black-mcu-imagines and @brianabreeze for inspiring me to write imagines for fandoms with POC/ WOC 💖💖
Your eyes widened before you turned to see your boyfriend
“Did you just hit my ass?” You asked raising a eyebrow teasingly.
“N-No.” He stuttered looking down at his feet. “I was trying to throw the remote on the bed and it accidentally hit your—”
“It’s okay babe.” You sat up straddling your boyfriend. “It’s yours.” You laughed seeing Tom’s face get redder from your boldness.
“You’re too cute.” You smiled loving how much you effected Tom.
“I’m not cute. I’m a man, which means that I’m manly.” He released his hands from around your waist to flex his arms causing you to fall slightly backwards which he reacted quickly to by grabbing you backside.
“Grabby tonight aren’t we?” You giggled pulling on Tom’s t-shirt causing you two to be chest-to-chest.
“I-I didn’t want you to fall.” You grabbed his hands and placed them on you butt.
“I’m giving you permission Tom, you’ve been my boyfriend for 10 months for God sakes! You’re allowed to touch my body.”
“I just don’t wanna rush anything because you’re the first serious relationship I’ve had and I don’t want to ruin it with you Y/N.”
“Awe baby!” You pressed your lips against his for a few seconds. “Aren’t you just the sweetest… Well grope time is over with.” You were about to slide off of Tom’s lap when he gripped your butt more holding you in place.
“Nope. I wasn’t finished yet.” He pulled you back down making you laugh. He slammed his lips on yours this time, “I don’t mind.”

The Hobbit: Two Outta Three [Thranduil x Reader] {18+ Explicit}

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fanfiction of The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings, and is not endorsed by the originator(s) of the work. All official characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement, offense, or solicitation is intended. This story has been written for entertainment value only. No profit is being made from this writing.

Author’s Notes: This was semi-inspired by the song “Two Outta Three Ain’t Bad” by Meat Loaf. Most of it is basically due to an plot bunny that got out of its cage and yelled “WRITE ME!”. Plus, I love Thranduil smut, and feel that the world should be overflowing with it. Don’t you? (Those are obvious statements, I know.) Second attempt at writing a “virgin fic”. Still not very good at it in my opinion. Also, it took me 3 days to write this, and I was half asleep during most of it. So, sorry if something doesn’t make sense. Posting from the rough draft until I am able to edit it later. I know some of you will also believe Thranduil is terribly out of character. I apologize. I just wanted to convey his more tender, and vulnerable side here.

On an unrelated topic, I am taking fanfiction requests. So, feel free to request something. ^^

As always comments, rebloggs, retweets, feedback, kudos, likes are appreciated.

Two Outta Three

By MoonofMorrigan

“I want to make this completely clear so that there will never be any misunderstandings,” Thranduil said in a soft voice but the tone he used commanded your attention, “I will never truly love you.”

The words hit harder than a mace being flung dead point at your chest. It left you a little breathless. But you knew this already, didn’t you?

“Not in the way a man who is in love with a woman should.”

He is circling you, like a tiger who has his prey cornered. The constant pacing is making you nervous. Why did you come here anyway? You knew it was probably going to end in rejection. You had already prepared for it. You felt your shoulders slump in defeat. Your head bowed and eyes met the burgundy ornate rug on the floor. You brought your arms up, and held yourself in a hug. You didn’t ask for him to be in love with you. You asked him to love you… or in other words, make love to you. It really made no difference to you if he could never truly be in love with you, as long as you could be with him. After all, you knew his heart belonged to his beloved elf queen who lay cold in her own grave. How could you dare to ask for the warmth of his embrace knowing that? You are so foolish.

You failed to notice the draft hitting your shoulders and chest when your robe slipped from your shoulders to hang at your elbows as you hugged yourself. You felt embarrassed, and with it slightly warm as a result. Your eyes briefly caught a glimpse of the empty bed in the far portion of the room. The sight heightened your feelings, causing your head and shoulders to droop lower still as you close your eyes shut to remove it from your view.

You weren’t really paying attention to exactly how he was wording what he was saying until he said his next words, “I will want you, even need you. I will not just take you into my bed once, and then never again. That you need to be aware. I know I will crave you. ” Your head shot up at that, meeting his ice-blue eyes, “But I will never love you. Can you truly live with that?”

His gaze was solidly fixed on you at this moment waiting for your answer. You opened your mouth to speak, but instead you found yourself simply nodding. His eyes narrowed momentarily, then he spent several long moments looking you over from your head to your toes. The nightgown you were wearing left little to the imagination when the light hit it. Hence, why you wrapped the sky blue robe about yourself before you came to him. His lips twitched upwards at the ends when he finished, and you became aware of your exposed chest and shoulders for the first time. Quickly, you pulled the robe back over yourself, but on a whim, since he seemed to like what he saw, didn’t cover your chest.

“Have you ever taken a lover before?” he asked taking a step towards you.

You swallow the lump in your throat, “No, my lord.” You feel the heat on your cheeks as you look away from him.

You hear him let out a soft chuckle before saying in a serious tone, “So, you’re a virgin then?”

Again, you swallow hard and after briefly biting your lip as he steps closer still to you and lays his hands on your shoulders, you quietly answer, “Yes, my lord.”

“You were involved with others before. This I know. Why did you not at least share their bed?”

You straighten your shoulders under his warm hands, and look up, “Because they were not you.”

He scoffed. “You have longed for me that long?” You knew that he already was aware of the answer to that, and was teasing you.

You resist the urge to look away in embarrassed, feeling completely exposed, “Yes. I have ever since I first had the pleasure of being in your company.”

A look that betrayed his desire, and also an uncertainty that you could truly commit to such an arrangement as he suggested crossed his features briefly. His right hand reached up at your words and he caressed your cheek tenderly. The soft touch makes a smile come to your lips. His touch was so warm and welcoming.

You decide to abandon all guarding of your feelings and just tell him as best as you are able that as long as he lets you love him, and he merely wants you, it will be enough for you, “I do not ask for you to love me. I know you cannot.” You look down briefly and up again, “I merely ask to be your comfort and warmth when the loneliness and the desire for another haunts you. I want…” you bite your lip once more. Afterwards, even as you speak, he runs his thumb over it while paying careful attention to what you’re saying, “I just want you to want me. To make love to me, even if it means nothing more to you than the momentary pleasure it brings.”

“What of your own feelings? You just wish me to ignore them even though I cannot return them?” he asked shaking his head in disbelief.

You set your jaw and let a determined expression fill every inch of you, “Yes. It will be enough for me to share your bed, and be a consolation to you if you will let me be.” And just let me love you in silence.

“What happens when my wife is reborn? What of your feelings then?”

“Then I will leave. I will go to Lothlorien, and make my peace with it.”

You had already thought all of this out over the course of the last few weeks. You had wanted to wait until the Autumn Feast that the king held, but tonight, when you were staring into the flames of the fire in your chambers, watching the embers flicker and some of the wood turning to ash below it, you felt something inside. Something more than longing, loneliness and want. You felt an intuitive need to go to him this night. It was as if the earth itself was crying out to you to go to him now or you were to never go to him at all.

His eyes seemed to convey the realization that you had indeed thought about all of this, and his hand trailed from your cheek down to the suppleness of your neck, and around it, then he bent lower to kiss you. The kiss was unsure it seemed to you, as if he was testing how welcome it truly was to both of you.

You returned it a couple seconds later, trying to make your mouth communicate your reassurance. At this, the kiss became deeper and you felt him take your bottom lip between his parted lips and gently suckle it before taking advantage of the gasp you let out, and plunging his tongue in your mouth. He explored it for several long moments, and you took the opportunity to do the same to him in return.

He released your now reddened lips, and lay a series of soft, sweet kisses upon your cheek, stopping briefly at your cheekbone to nip and kiss at as you hear him whisper in your ear, feeling the heat of his breath on your skin as he spoke, “I’ll take this as slow and gentle as I can being as it is your first time, but at some point even I can offer no guarantees.”

The words caused an intense wave of pure desire to surge through your veins, and nervous butterflies to enter your stomach at the same moment. Images that you had attempted to dismiss in your fantasies danced briefly into your head.

You feel the hand which had remained in place at the back of your neck slip down to the small of your back pulling you against him, while his other began to take more liberties, and slowly work its way up to your left breast which seemed to be tingling before this with an odd ache at the mere anticipation of touch. You let out an involuntary moan when he began to massage your nipple through the fabric with his fingers.

As he continued, you realize any stirrings of desire you had before this were nothing compared to it. You had never let anyone touch you in this way, and now your whole body was aching with the need for it. It ached to be touched even more with each kiss, caress and feel of breath on the skin.

After a few minutes of this, he pulled you even closer against him, letting you feel the growing evidence of his own desire rub against you. He let out a moan at the contact, and one of his hands reached down grabbing your backside pushing your groin even harder against his own. He began to rock his hips gently against you making you gasp, moan and whimper at the new sensation.

Your own hands had wound their way about his waist, and you clung to him as he trailed his lips the length of your neck. But now they were beginning to want to feel more. So, trampling down the shyness that kept your own hands and lips from exploring him, you began to run your hands over the fabric covering his chest. The white tunic, made of the same fabric as your gown, felt like satin underneath your fingertips, but you could clearly feel the contours and muscle of the body hidden from view beneath it. You wanted to taste the skin so that was hidden from you more than anything in the world now, even as your hands slipped down lower over his torso to his hips.

You were tempted to go lower, but not knowing exactly what to do, and knowing precisely what was underneath the fabric of his trousers, you hesitated and contented yourself with leaving one hand on his hip and the other to run along his spine.

His lips, which had been fixated on your neck and collarbone parted in a smile that you could feel on your skin as he stopped and claimed your lips, grabbing the hand upon his hip in his own. After suckling your bottom lip in a sensual, hungry manner, he whispered, “It is okay. You can if you want to.”

At this he slowly nudged your hand a little farther downwards breaking the contact of your bodies slightly, leaving you feeling in a way more frustrated than you had ever been before in your life at the abruptly ended sensation the contact of your bodies afforded.

He did not force it down any further, but you chanced a look at his lustful face and could tell he really did want you to do this. More out of curiosity than anything, you took your chance and gently cupped the erection which you had felt pressing and rubbing against you just moments before. He let out a strangled whimper, and you looked up to see if you hurt him.

It was very clear that you hadn’t by his closed eyes and open mouth that let out a deep throaty moan when you began to gently rub your hand against him. Somehow the sounds he was making, and the look of pure bliss on his face increased your own need, and realizing his own hands had stopped wandering, or doing anything to you for a few brief moments you stop.

You felt selfish, but you could not help it. Another wave of curiosity had overtaken you, and you wondered what it would feel like if he touched you in your most private areas. You had never let yourself have the freedom of pleasuring yourself, feeling as if it would open you up to something that you would not want to touch upon until you experienced real love play with another.

The idea of his hands between your legs made you begin to feel extremely wet, filled with lust, and before you knew what you were doing you were grabbing his hand, as he protested with a growl to your stopping your ministrations to his own center of desire, when a smirk came to his face as he looked down and seen you lifting your skirt up with your free hand.

Once your hem was mid-thigh he wasted no time in slipping his hand underneath it between your legs. His finger found your nub easily and began rubbing it gently*. You cried out feeling your knees give a little at this, as you clung to his forearms to stay upright. A soft, kindly chuckle escaped his lips as his free hand lifted you back up to your standing position, then took one of your hands and placed it on a cheek of his backside. You look up at him as he induced you to moan at the attentions of his hand between your legs as he began to run his fingers along the lips of your pussy, then go back to massaging your clit in a circular motion that was quickly beginning to make you want to scream in delight.

“You’re so wet already and we have just begun my dear,” he muses, then you feel his finger move back a little and begin to rub at your opening. He slides a single digit in and out a couple of times, and your knees buckle once more. A smug smile came to his face at your reaction for a moment, then a look of pure hungry want replaced it as he watched your facial expressions, listened to your moans, and you could tell he was noting your breath starting to come quicker with each stroke his finger made inside you.

“Please…” you half whisper, half whimper.

“Please?” he asked with another smirk as he comes in to start kissing your neck and the exposed portion of your breast as he continues his wonderful, torturous motions between your legs.

He takes your right nipple in his mouth between the light fabric and you can fill him sucking it between his teeth.

“Take me to your bed,” you say in breathless voice. 

Wordlessly he stops, letting your skirt fall back to your ankles making your insides and very skin mourn the loss of his touch. He takes both of your hands in his and tugs gently, turning his head and shoulders to look behind him as he leads you to your requested destination.

When you reach the side of it, it is as if the complete realization of what is about to happen overtakes you and you find your arms crossing over your chest to cover yourself. He gives you a patient, but tender smile and reaches out with both hands and cups each side of your face in them, rubbing his thumbs along your cheekbones, and then trailing them to the sides of your neck finally resting them on your shoulders.

“We can stop now if you want. Each day take things a little further if you have changed your mind about giving yourself to me completely this night,” he tells you looking into your eyes, and you can feel him trying to convey a sense of empathy towards you.

You look away - at the bed, a golden coverlet and soft, white sheets folded down to welcome their usual lone occupant. The desire that was still causing an ache to your loins, and a sheer intuition of feeling (the same one that had led you to his private rooms in the first place) called out to you louder than ever. You felt your head shaking even before you began to speak as you turned your gaze back to him, “No, I do not wish to stop.” You take a moment to catch your breath and decide to be completely honest, “But I will admit to being a little frightened.”

His left hand moves up to your cheek once more and he runs his thumb along your lower lip as he looks upon you, “What are you frightened of my lovely one?”

Hearing him call you that makes your lips twitch up at the ends slightly. Other than the unknown what are you afraid of? The pain they say there is with the first time? Or is it fear of not being able to truly please him? Or that once you are truly uncovered in front of him that he will be turned off? That he will not want you tomorrow even though he said he would?


The thoughts race in your mind a mile a minute.

As if able to read some of them by the look in your eyes alone, he kisses you gently, and only pulling away just enough to speak says, “You need not fear that I will not desire you at any point on this night, or any other, if that is what part of your trepidation springs from. I can assure you, I will call for you not only tomorrow, but many nights after.”

You can’t help the relieved smile that crosses your face. He grins in return and kisses you once more, this time deeply, filled with a raging need. He pulls you tightly against him once more by the waist, and your arms snake about his shoulders and tangle in the long hair behind his neck.

You feel his hands begin to run along the sides of your body, and then finally he pulls away when they reach your shoulders. Feeling a little dazed and breathless you look at him confused. He looks down at your nearly bare shoulders, then up at you. Your eyes remain fixed on his as he runs his fingertips over your shoulders to the edges of your robe and nightgown. You open your mouth in the automatic protest maidens are used to giving when a man attempts to get further along than he should, then close your mouth hearing a snapping sound at how hard you did so. No, you were not going to protest this. You decided when you came here that you would belong to him, and he had every right to undress and look at you if he wished. You let your arms fall to their sides and try to bury the nervousness that began to settle in your stomach.

“Do not be frightened,” he whispered as he grabbed the tops of the sleeves and slid them down your arms. The nightgown and robe both pool at your ankles a moment later, and the gentle breeze from the open window kisses your exposed skin. You resisted a second urge to cover yourself as he looked you up and down, then takes your hands in his once more, gives you a sweet smile, and places your hands on his chest.

Confused for a moment you look down at your hands and see they lay upon the first clasps of his tunic. You look up for a split second at his face, which is looking your naked flesh over, a clear look of pure desire written on his features. The idea of him being so filled with want for you sent a wave of need straight down to your toes. With it you hurriedly undid the clasps and lacings and he shrugged the material off in a fluid movement as you looked upon him and reached out to touch his chest with your fingertips. Finally, coming to the rim of his trousers where the significant evidence of his arousal was clear even with them on. You undo the first two buttons and then he grabbed your hands.

“I think it best if you let me do that when the appropriate time comes. You can look after we make love.”

You cannot help the pouty look that crosses your features, but as he was the more experienced one, you felt it best not to protest. You were not totally ignorant of male anatomy, you had lived long enough to know what it looked like, (granted, not in a full state of arousal), but considering the circumstances…

“Lay down,” he said in a tone of voice that you weren’t sure if it was a command or a request. Either way, you do what you are told and settle into the pillows, sheets and blankets in the middle of the bed. He first lays down next to you then maneuvers his way to lay on top of you, his legs entangling with your own. Feeling the weight of his body on yours makes it seem as if your body took on a mind of its own, and instinctively your legs parted bending slightly, and finally laying to rest on top of his own, entwined once more.

You let out a gasp when you feel him rub against you even more intimately than before a second later. He didn’t thrust his hips against you this time however, but instead kissed your lips several times - each one drawing you deeper into it. He released your lips finally and began to leave soft, fluttering kisses on your cheeks and down your neck. His mouth worked its way down slowly before finally taking your left pap, aching for attention, into his mouth and suckling on it and licking at it with the tip of his tongue. The sensation makes your hips buck against his own, and your hand once again tangles in his hair at the back of his neck to gently urge him to continue. He obliges you for several more moments before moving to the right, repeating the action.

You feel a deep pooling of warmth and are suddenly hit with waves of delightful bliss, something you had only felt in tinges before now. Each wave feeds off the other and you found your insides, in the spot where he had been sliding his finger in and out of you tightening as your hips began thrusting against his body as if possessed by another force entirely. It forced your eyes closed and your legs began to open wider with each wave that hit you.

You’re pulled out of your impeding orgasm briefly when he stops his attention to your breasts with his mouth, replacing it with his hands which massage the hardened flesh gently but assuredly for a few moments. His mouth is busy trailing lower down your belly, to your left hip, then the inside of your thigh which causes a tingling sensation to shoot down your legs making your toes curl. His lips traveled the length of your leg, and nip at your ankle, before switching to your right and worked its way back up your ankle, leg, and then hip, before meeting in the middle at your bellybutton, which he dipped the tip of his tongue into and sucked at.

You peered down at him with heavy eyelids unsure as to what he is about to, but found yourself willing to let him do as he pleased as long as he didn’t stop making you feel so blissfully alive and full of need for him. He glanced up at you for a moment, before pushing your legs further up, and farther apart, then dipping between your legs.

The first moment of sensation was almost blindingly alarming in its feeling and how it shot through your whole body like a lightening current, as he began to lick and suck on your clit and kiss the lips of your most intimate parts. You find yourself crying out, then moaning deeply, clutching the blankets beneath you to ride it out.

He continued, unrelenting, his mouth working in intricate patterns on your body, and his hands gently holding your hips down to keep you from bucking against him. The restraint caused you to feel even more aroused, not because of it limiting you, but because it forced you to feel in excess everything he did to you.

The world around you began to fall away and through closed eyes, your body seemed pinpointed on the area he was working at so expertly between your legs. Stars were starting to form behind your eyelids, you felt as if your breath was being lost to you. Above all, your heart and blood was pounding so hard you were sure everyone in the kingdom could hear it. It was making you afraid. You briefly worried it would explode if it took anymore. It was like being on the edge of a cliff with waves pounding around in you in every direction, coming higher and higher before one huge wave would wash you over the edge. Once you were pushed over it, then it was if there was no sound at all, only feeling as the tidal wave washed over you. It was fear-inspiring and so wonderful in its feeling. You were only vaguely aware of your head thrashing against the pillows, and you biting you knuckles to strangle out the cry that was escaping your lips.

Finally, you were able to open your eyes, and the last aftershock of your orgasm had to wear away before he came into focus again, and he was laying fully on top of you once more, your legs spread further than you had ever thought possible, and your body slick with sweat.

He looked down upon you as you came back to reality, propped on his elbows, then seeing your eyes open bended down, and his arms snaked about you while kissing your cheek and nipping at your ear. He went back to kissing your neck and sucking at it then he reached your collarbone. Once there, you felt him suck hard at the flesh, even taking it between his teeth, and it stung for a moment before he released the skin. He looked upon the spot for a brief moment, and a strange, pleased smile came to his lips.

You give him a confused look and reach up to touch the area that felt bruised. He smirks at you, then says softly, “You’ll need to wear something about your neck for a couple of days.” He apparently seen the confused look on your face as you rub it, “You’ll understand when you look in the mirror.” At this he leaned down and went back to kissing the other side of your neck and collarbone as his hands traveled the length of your spine and grabbed your buttocks, kneading it in his hands, and ran his fingertips along your hips and sides before one hand cupped one of your breasts, while the other went back to tracing your spine.

Did he mark me? You wonder for a moment. The idea seemed oddly sensual to you, but at the same time filled you with confusion. Why would he mark me? You had seen such marks on some of your friends who had lovers bodies before. So you knew it was practiced, you just never imagined he would do such a blatantly ‘you are mine, and I do not care who knows it’ thing to you.

At this, you turned your head toward him, and he caressed your cheek with his own before giving you a brief kiss on the lips, then jumping to your breasts once more, then came back up to your neck. His hands were all over you. They never really stayed put.

You became aware that he would possibly welcome you to kiss and touch his neck, chest and other parts if you could. So, glancing briefly at his profile which is focused on the spot behind your ear, you bring your hands from his waist and let them explore his spine with one and his muscled chest with the other, then you bring your lips up to his own ear and take the earlobe between your teeth and gently suck at it. You hear a husky breath escape his lips, and let it lead you on. You let your hands wander further down his chest and back until, after only a moment of hesitation you grab one cheek of his backside and let the other venture between his legs to rub the probing erection which had been brushing against your leg and groin.

He turned to look at you with a lustful gaze that made your ego swell before you pull up a little to capture his lips with your own. You could still taste yourself upon his tongue, and you refused to let his lips leave your own for several long moments as you attempt to figure out a way to let your wandering hands find a way inside his trousers. The idea of touching him there was very alluring to you, almost like an area that was to be conquered, and listening to him purr and moan in your ear and mouth brought your body back alive again.

He grabbed your hand again which had almost worked its way inside and placed it on his hip. At this, you release his mouth with a frustrated groan.

He laughed softly at this, “I know you want to touch me like I have touched you my pet, and I promise you can after this first time is passed.”

“I want you to feel as wonderful as you have made me feel,” you tried to reason with him while looking in his eyes, attempting once more to dip your hand down his pants. He snickers at you when he grabs your hand again, only he doesn’t place it on his hip, but on the outside of trousers over his erection. “Settle for this right now.” He tells you. You give him a disappointed pout, then you start to rub him slowly watching his eyes close, and you let out a small, happy gasp when you feel him buck his hips against yours.

He speaks something in Sindarian, then leans down close to your lips, but doesn’t kiss you, cupping your chin in his right hand, “I want you so much. I can hardly bear it.” He kisses you a couple of times before continuing, “It is going to hurt this time my dear. No matter what I do, or how gentle and careful I am, it will hurt. Do you understand?”

You nod, and bite your lip.

“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” he asks in a tone that clearly says if you consent it will be the point of no return.

You again nod. “There is no other who I would ever want to do this with.”

He closes his eyes, as if saddened by your words, then opens them simply nodding in return, “Just lay still for a few moments, and relax as much as you can. Do not look at it, or it may frighten you.”

You move your hands up to snake around his waist once more. Unsure what he means, you begin to feel his hand reach between you and move undoing the buttons to his pants. He sits up for a moment and tells you to close your eyes. Confused, you obey, hearing the rustle of fabric, then the sound of it hitting the floor beside you. You feel him resume his earlier position, and he kisses you - long, hard and deeply as he dips his hand between your legs once more.

He rubs at your clit again. Reawakening your need for him again in full force, then slides a finger inside you once more, working in and out slowly. A moment later he removes it, then slides back in having added another finger, repeating the action. The feeling is still wonderful but tight somehow, each movement making it more pleasant. After a few minutes of this, and many deep wanton-filled kisses later he slides his fingers out for the last time and then you could feel his hand grab his member and begin to rub it against you instead.

The feeling made both of moan in delight and he continued to do this for several minutes before he asked you in breathless voice, “Are you ready?”

You merely nod your consent, then do your best to not only lay still as he continued rubbing himself against you, but to relax.

Suddenly he went still himself, and you could feel him placing the tip of the hardened, warm flesh at the mouth of your vagina. You bit down the urge to look down and force your muscles, which were starting to tense up at the idea, to relax.

“It will be alright. The pain will only last a moment, and if it doesn’t we’ll stop,” he tells you in a controlled tone of voice.

Not sure why he had that tone you turn your gaze to the ceiling and take several deep breaths, feeling your muscles calm all over. Noting this it seemed, he seized the moment and slowly slipped inside of you.

You let out a yelp in both surprise and pain. The pain was searing. Like a knife had been plunged into your most sensitive area and left a large bulge of something inside you which your vaginal muscles were tightening around in alarm making the pain worse. You could feel your eyes well up with tears, and before you could keep yourself from blurting it out you whimper, “It hurts! Oh gods it hurts!”

You hear him speaking your name at this, begging you to listen to him. You force yourself to open your eyes and look at him once more, “Listen to me. I know it hurts. For all that is good in the world, I wish it didn’t, but you need to force yourself to relax again. It will stop hurting so much then.”

After a few hyperventilated breaths, you grit your teeth and try to focus on what he told you to do.

“Breathe my dear, breathe,” he tells you in a soft, gentle voice.

You do as he asks and begin to take deep breaths, to calm yourself, but remain as perfectly still as possible. As he said, the pain began to subside a great deal once you stopped concentrating on how much it initially hurt.

“Good. You’re doing very well darling,” he whispers to you and bends down to kiss away the tears from your eyes. “I’m sorry this is hurting you.”

The pain seemed to have completely ebbed away, and now you just felt the strange tightening sensation of him being inside of you. At this point, you weren’t really sure if you liked it or not.

“I am going to take myself completely out of you for a few moments, and remind your body of its wants before I plunge back into you again. I promise it will not hurt the second time if you remain at peace and feel the desire in your veins, rather than the fear.”

After he says this, you feel him leave your body, with what sounded like a frustrated groan. He closed his eyes for a moment and reopened them, as if steeling himself to keep control over his emotions, or possibly his needs.

You feel a little bad about that, but are unable to fully focus on it when he begins kissing your breasts once more for a moment or so, and then rubbing his erection between your folds again. This time your opening seems to be ready to welcome him in with each pass, and before you think twice about it, you pushed your hips upwards a little and felt him slip inside you. He cried out in surprise and you could see the flood of ecstasy cross his features as his eyes closed and his back arched slightly. The hardened flesh stung a little at first, but was nothing like before. In fact, the longer it lingered there the more pleasant it felt.

He finally opened his eyes, and looked upon you shaking his head, breathless he cried out, “I can’t control it anymore woman!”

At this he began thrusting his hips as his hands grabbed yours by the wrists and he pulled your arms over your head. The thrusting felt uncomfortable at first, then started to feel good in a way you could not really explain. His rhythm started out slow but steady, then seemed to gain speed and force when you found yourself opening up more to him and he was able to take you even more deeply. The waves of passion from before started to claim you once more, and you could do nothing but enjoy it for he held you down in place. Then in what seemed merely moments later you felt the same tidal wave begin to rush in on you as his rhythm became frenzied and his thrusts so hard that he was burying himself inside you to the hilt. The force of his thrusts making a slapping sound as he made contact with your body.

You were both moaning, and saying things which would leave no doubt to any passersby as to what was happening behind his closed door.

Finally, the wave crashed over you, but you didn’t try to quiet the scream coming from your lips. You didn’t have to for he cried out just as loudly for a moment, then leaned down and claimed your mouth to drown out both of you. Suddenly, all at once you felt a warm rush of something inside you, and his mouth leaving yours as trembling, he pumped his hips against you for a few seconds longer before stopping.

“Are you okay?” he asked you after several silent moments while he caught his breath.

Just as breathless you answer, “Yes.”

He merely nods with closed eyes, releases your wrists, then lifts himself off of you, and settles in the spot next to you once you move over a little. You look upon him in wonder more in love with him than ever before, and longing for him to hold you. You watch as he slows his breath with closed eyes, and then you take your moment to look him completely over. He is just as beautiful as you imagined him to be, but you can’t help glancing below, and feeling your thighs clench together for a moment when you seen his diminishing erection. That was inside you? Gods, no wonder it hurt at first. How did it even fit, you wonder briefly. Then you curse your body when it sends another current of desire down from your belly to your legs, to your toes when you think about how it felt the second time he was inside you.

You hear him chuckle beside you, and you look up, not having realized you had been staring at his penis this whole time, and see the smirk on his face, “Now you know why I told you not to look. My wife made the mistake of looking and wouldn’t let me come near her for a month after we wed once she seen it. But then she had not ever seen a naked elf-man before either.” He lay beside you, just looking at you for a long moment before he asked, “Did it hurt very much the second time, my pet?”

“No. It was just as you said. It only really hurt the first time.”

He nodded and looked away for a second before looking back at you, and reaching his arm out to you. “Come to me.”

You scoot over and settle in his outstretched arms, laying your head on his chest. Before you knew it, you nodded off to sleep along with him.

When you awoke you briefly didn’t remember where you were until you looked up and seen his sleeping face.

You slid your arm about his waist and pushed yourself closer against him just to know he isn’t another dream your mind had made up.

You let your cheek caress his chest, and then close your eyes to try and settle back into sleep when you begin to feel his right hand begin to wander down to your breast and the feeling of his lips against your forehead force your eyes back open. You look up at him and taking your chin in his hand he leaned down to kiss you.

You smile then cringe when you began to feel the stirrings of an actual need for love making once more. You slid your hand down his torso, and abdomen, then tenderly but firmly grabbed his member. You begin running your fingers and palm along the shaft and hear him let out a sound that you could only liken to purring.

He turns to lay flat on his back as you do this, and puts an arm about your waist.

“Aren’t you too sore for another game of love making?”

Feeling a little wicked, you shake your head and continue rubbing him, reveling in the feeling of  him beginning to harden and grow in your hand.

“Don’t wake it up too much or you’ll have to play with it my dear,” he warned in a teasing voice.

You look at it for a long moment as it finally becomes completely erect, and you think of what he did to you earlier. “Can I kiss it?” you found yourself asking, leaving him to raise his eyebrows at you, and give you a smile.

“Of course. Carefully though.”

You let out your own laugh at this, to tell him that you already knew that much, and nervously look upon it in your hand, before bending over and taking as much of him as you can into your mouth.

You feel him tense, and let out a gasp. You look up and see his eyes are closed and his hands are digging into the blankets. You lick at him, especially around the tip then suckle on it for a couple of minutes before releasing it and going back to pleasuring him with your hands. The skin was slightly salty, but not bad tasting you muse. Yet, other than a few labored gasps and whimpers he let escape his throat, you weren’t sure if he was actually liked what you had been doing or not. His eyes opened and he looked at you in an almost pathetic way.

“Why did you stop, love?”

You give him a sheepish smile, “I wasn’t sure if you liked it or not.”

He let out a small, incredulous laugh at this. “Trust me, I did. It’s okay though. I’d rather have what you got between your legs.”

You feel your eyes grow large at this, and then with same wicked feeling as before, you climb on top of him and straddle him between your legs, the idea of him being so turned on by you making your own want of him grow.

“You really want it, my lord?” you ask in a teasing voice as you begin to rub yourself against his erection which makes you both moan in pleasure while he cups your breasts in his hands, and begins to massage and rub them.

“Don’t be coy, my lady,” he comments then throws his head back for a moment letting out a deep moan as you rub yourself on him a little faster. When he opened his eyes again, he began to rub the tips of your nipples with his thumbs looking at you, you could swear, like a hungry cat.

The look and the sensations brought back your earlier longings in with such force you could feel yourself becoming impossibly wet at the idea of it. Finally, you stop rubbing against him and then leaned forward slightly until you felt his tip at the entrance of your opening, and you took a deep breath before you lowered yourself on to him slowly and carefully.

As you did this, he stopped his attentions to your breasts, and remained completely still. Once you were mounted, he went back to gently rubbing your nipples with his thumb. Noting your hesitation because you weren’t too sure what to do, he trailed his hands down to your buttocks, cupped a cheek in each hand and began to lift and lower you in a slow rhythm while making a slight circular swirl with your hips whispering, “Like this.”

Whatever this position afforded to you, you loved it, and when he was certain you had the gist of what you needed to do, he closed his eyes with a mysterious, pleasant smile on his face and seemed to be enjoying it just as much. You easily found your own rhythm, and loved watching his face and body react underneath you as the pleasure within yourself began to slowly amount.

As you continued to ride him you began to feel nature itself take over, pumping harder and faster as what you now knew were orgasms started to overtake you. Thranduil merely clutched at your hips and backside, occasionally his own hips would thrust up, unable to contain the needs they longed for, until finally, the world fell away once again, then came back into focus greeting you with sight of him underneath you writhing and moaning, making you continue to pleasure him, through the last quivers of your own climax, stopping only after his back arched and he cried out to the gods in his own death and rebirth via pure pleasure.

Once you lifted yourself off of him and settled down beside him, you found yourself becoming sleepy and spent in a way you hadn’t felt in your whole life. However, you remember something that filled you with a slight sorrow. You needed to leave him and go back to your chambers before the servants came to wait upon him.

You both had a reputation to uphold, and while you were sure they would find out that the two of you were sharing a bed now, you doubted it would be something that he would want to broadcast right away.

You knew a sad look crept into your eyes which he caught, and propped himself up on his elbows hovering over you.

“What is wrong?”

“I need to go,” you whispered and you seen the puzzlement settle on his face. “Before the servants come in. They will never let it rest if they find you with me before the Autumn Feast. At least on that day you’ll have the excuse of being drunk for taking me into your bed.”

He put a finger to your lips to silence you, “I am not ashamed of what we have done this night, and you need not worry about my reputation. But if that is your wish, then I will abide by it. Our meetings will be secret until the Feast.”

You nod, and sit up looking about the now darkened room for your clothes. You felt his hand on your own, and you turned back to him.

“Are you sure this is truly what you want? You know my heart and where it truly belongs. Can you be so sure that you can stand it?” You look away, and then back at him as he continues, “I have known for a long time that you are in love with me, no matter how I pretended not to.” He stopped with a long sigh, then continued, “Will this truly be enough for you?”

“Yes, it has to be,” you answer in a soft, sad voice. You looked deeply into his eyes and then smiled in what you hoped conveyed reassuarance, “It is not as bad as it seems.”

“What do you mean?”

“You said you will want me, yes?” He nodded in reply, “And that you will even crave my love – that you will need me.” Again, he nodded. “Then it will be enough.”

You stood up and steeled yourself so that you could leave the room without running back into his arms.

“Why is that enough? How can it be?” you heard him ask behind you.

Turning back to him as you picked up your night gown and robe, then put them back on, you answer, “You will let me love you and be with you in the most intimate of ways. That alone means more to me than you can know. Besides, the way how I see it is, even if you can never love me, you’ll want me and need me. Having the two out of the three is not too bad considering our circumstances.”

He looked down at the blankets on your side of the bed, “Please do not go. I will long for you cruelly.”

You bite your lip, and force yourself to stick with your resolve. “I have to. If I cannot walk away from you this night, even if it is for just a few hours, then I will never be able to walk away when I will need to the most.”

You felt your hands ball into tight fists, as you turned away from the pained look on his face, forcing yourself to not look back, and slipped back out in to the halls back to your own chambers.

You knew you would come to him again the next night, and the one after. Indeed every night afterward until he told you not to. You had made up your mind before you even went to him.

It would be your blessing and your curse.



*Author’s Additional Notes: You may wonder why in all of my lemons dealing with The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings that the ladies do not have underwear on (or the men for that matter). Well, bluntly put people didn’t wear underwear until the last couple of centuries or so unless it was a chastity belt. Not to mention, it’s just awkward to try and write something like this to make it sound pleasurable when the guy is trying to feel the lady’s sweet bits through fabric. (If you’re a virgin and have never been, well, fingered, you won’t understand probably until you do get felt up down below.) Since I don’t know if Tolkien meant for the people in his world to wear underwear, I’m just going to go with historic accuracy.


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Deciding to ally with Cato had to have been the worst decision you could’ve made in the Games.

“‘Morning, lovely,” Cato greeted as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. You let him sleep while you kept watch for any of the tributes that were left.

“It’s evening, if the arena sky is anything to go by,” you pointed out as Cato began to sit up.

“You know that means nothing,” Cato stated, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek and neck.

You felt your cheeks heat up with a blush. Cato was always the most affectionate when he’s tired, and you honestly loved the attention. You reached up to run your fingers through his hair as he cuddled you, though you noticed a hand started to wander down to your backside.

“Cato!” you scolded, grabbing his hand. “We’ve been through this. The Districts are watching!”

“I don’t care,” Cato stated, pushing against you in protest.

You giggled and shoved back, managing to get Cato on his back. You smirked, taking the opportunity to pin him, your hands holding his hands to the ground above his head, and your legs pinning his legs down.

“You’re a Career. I’m not. It was way too easy to pin you,” you teased.

Cato smirked, now seeming more awake. “How do you know you’re not right where I want you?” he asked. Suddenly, Cato lifted one of his legs, sending you off-balance. He easily flipped the two of you, now the one pinning you to the ground. “This is why you need me.”

“And why do you need me?” you asked.

“For this,” Cato replied, before bending down to kiss you. You closed your eyes, and the arena seemed to melt away.

That is, until Cato’s hand again started wandering. You giggled as you swatted it away. “I told you to stop that!” you scolded.

The Diary of Mr. & Mrs. Ackles

TITLE:  The Diary of Mr. & Mrs. Ackles

PAIRING:  Jensen x Reader


WARNING:  Oral Smut (female receiving), talks of being caught in sexual acts by in-laws, NSFW Gifs below the cut.

SUMMARY:  Follow the story of Supernatural star, Jensen Ackles and his pop star wife, [Your Name] Ackles as they deal with the pressures of fame and being newly married. As told through their point of views…You think you know, but you have no idea…this is The Diary of Mr. and Mrs. Ackles.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  So, this is my first attempt at smut, so please be gentle with me.  LOL!  Please let me know how I did.

DISCLAIMER:  This is strictly for fictional purposes only.  Any real life people mentioned that are portrayed in a negative light is not how I feel.  Just pretend they’ve been naughty.

(Gifs are not mine)

The Talk 1.1

As soon as I took my final bow for the evening, I quickly ran off the stage and right into my husband’s embrace.  He had just given me the best surprise of a lifetime.   “Oh my God, baby.  I can’t believe you’re here.“  When I pulled back, I reached out and playfully slapped him across his chest. “Why didn’t tell me you were coming?”

“Ouch.”  His green eyes stared at me wide eyed, as he grabbed his chest where my hand had landed.  "Well, I was trying to surprise my wife.  I didn’t know that I was going to get beat up in the process.“

“I’m sorry, honey.” I wrapped my arms around his neck.  Standing on my tiptoes, I captured his lips in a kiss.

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about.” He said placing a kiss on my nose, and I giggled.  

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highlight of my life

summary: you’re bts’ makeup artist, and a certain golden maknae has a crush on you. he expresses this in the only way he knows how: with the help of his hyungs. for this request 

relationship: jungkook x reader

words: 3,668

warnings: none!

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

“Hyung, I need your help.”

Jin raises his head from the magazine he’s currently enthralled in, leg crossed over the other as they sit backstage. It’s half an hour before they perform, and Jungkook, hair a mess and just half of his outfit on, has come kneeling before Jin with a look of desperation. At any other time, Jin might’ve laughed and asked Jungkook which of the boys he had pissed off now, but there was something different in the way Jungkook looked today. There was almost… a twinkle in his eye. “Yes, maknae?”

Jungkook, releasing a deep sigh, scoots that much closer to Jin with his hands clasped together as if he’s about to pray. Jin’s interest is piqued, the older boy leaning forward to hear Jungkook’s next words, “Hyung… how do you make a girl fall in love with you?”

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push it

Title: Push It
Pairing: Jai Courtney/Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Public sex, some dirty talk, just some smut to brighten your day.
A/N: Sorry it’s taken so long to get this one out, but I’ve been struggling. Next story I’ve got coming up is another with Josh Dun because that little weirdo has been breaking my heart lately.

Send in some more requests, guys! Help me get through this writer’s block. Requests for twenty one pilots or Jai Courtney only right now!

Originally posted by sparklemichele

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One shot - Hvitserk

Imagine being Hvitserk’s wife and coming home to see he made a huge mess in the kitchen. And yet again he didn’t clean up afterwards.

Words: 570

“Hvitserk?” You shouted while you dropped the straw baskets on the floor. There came no answer. “Hvitserk?” you yelled again and walked into the living room. And there he was, leaning back in the comfortable chair in front of the fireplace. On the table next to him stood an empty plate. “Are you kidding me?” you said full disbelief. When you came closer you noticed he was sleeping. Irritated you crossed your arms for your chest and kicked the little stool from under his feet.
Hvitserk lost balance and almost slipped out of the chair. “What?” He mumbled sleep-drunk and grabbed the elbow rests. It lasted a few seconds before he noticed you standing in front of him. The astonished look on his face was hilarious, but you tried your very best not to laugh. “What happened to the kitchen?” You asked him dead serious and raised an eyebrow. “I cooked.” Was his modest answer. You opened your mouth and tried to act surprised. “Oh, you cooked? I thought you slaughtered a pig in there, but okay, my mistake..” He could obviously see you were irritated, especially when you made preparative to walk away. Suddely he grasped for your wrist and pulled you back. “Love.” He said with his sweet voice and turned you towards him. “I made something for you too.” You pressed your lips together trying not to burst from laughter. Hvitserk and his cooking skills. You weren’t so sure from what you were about to get.
The plate he put in front of you was filled with some kind of mashed potatoes mixed with vegetables you couldn’t recognize. Not to talk about the way the meat looked. “Did you also eat this?” you asked him carefully, you wouldn’t want to be ungrateful towards him. “Yes.” He said and nodded his head while smiling. A smile that slowly faded away. “Okay I have to admit it’s not my best dish.” He crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his head. His stomach was grumbling in protest. “Not at all.” And then you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You started to laugh. For a moment you thought you couldn’t breathe. Hvitserk just stood there, watching you. The corners of his mouth pointing downwards. “I tried my best.” He whimpered. “I know, dear.” You said with tears from laughter. Eventually you stood up and walked upon him. You placed your arms around his neck and leaned towards him. “Thank you for trying.” You said sincere and kissed him softly. When you pulled your head back you looked him into his eyes and saw he was smiling again. “Maybe I know something better for dessert.” You whispered and shrugged your shoulders in an innocent way. You could never stay mad at him. Hvitserk’s eyes lighted up and he smirked. “Do you?” He asked enthusiastic and put his hands on your hips. “Yes.” While you said that you pressed your lower body against him. Hvitserk responded by grabbing your backside and pulling you even closer. He leaned forward and placed his lips in your neck. “But first..” You said and released yourself from his grip. Hvitserk looked confused when you took a step back. “ have to clean the kitchen.” He rolled with his eyes and muttered beneath his breath. “I hate myself.” You chuckled and looked at him with a defiant glance in your eyes. “And I love you.”

This is my first one shot ever. I don’t know if you guys think it is too long or to detailed? Or maybe other things I need to do different? Just let me know what you think about it, I don’t bite.

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Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

You shoved Pan away and glared at him with all your being.

‘Don’t seem so surprised, we are newly weds after all. Of course its gonna be hard to keep our hands off each other.’ he smiled.

‘Trust me, its hard keeping my hands off your throat.’ you snarled as you wiped your mouth.

‘Damn body and its stupid fucking reactions.’ you grumbled.

‘Oh come on am I really that bad?’ Pan asked.

‘No, of course you’re not.’ you said sweetly.

Pan seemed startled by your sudden change in tune.

You sighed as you walked over to him, you smiled as you took his hand and looked him in the eye.

‘You are worse, the absolute last guy I wanted to marry.’ you grinned as you threw his hand down.

‘Apparently I’m so bad you kissed back.’ he said.

‘Fair enough, so you’re not a terrible kisser and I have been single for a few months now. Not something I’d brag about if I were you.’ you sassed.

You and Pan glared at each other for a few minutes before he sighed and turned back to the hourglass.

‘I get this isn’t ideal for you.’ he said as he touched the glass.

‘It’s been a nightmare.’ you corrected.

‘I won’t deny I was a crap fiance, but it was all I could think to do. You ran.’ he said.

‘You ran me off. All that misogynistic crap, sending your boys to drug me, tying me to trees.’ you argued.

’(Y/N), I’m going to be honest with you right now, OK. I need you, I need you and your love to fill the glass back up. Normally I either get y way or I get my way, but this may be the one thing I will compromise on.’ Pan said seriously as he faced you.

‘What’s the compromise?’ you asked.

‘Anything you want, absolutely anything, you will have. If you stay here on the island as my wife, and open your mind to the possibility of loving me you will be treated as a king for the rest of your immortal life.’ Pan offered.

‘What if that’s not enough? What if I want something you can’t offer?’ you asked.

‘There is nothing I can’t offer.’ he said confidently.

‘Oh really? Turn around.’ you said.

‘Why?’ he asked in confusion.

‘Something I want is behind you, so turn around.’ you said.

Still confused Pan turned around, wondering what you could want that was behind him. He kept a small dagger on him, but that was in his front pocket.

Pan jumped in absolute shock when he felt to hands firmly grabbing his backside.

‘If I’m spending the rest of my life with someone I wan’t to see all the goods.’ you smirked as you still fondled the mighty Peter Pan’s butt.

‘You can’t be serious.’ Pan said.

‘Why can’t I be? Boys aren’t the only ones allowed to be perverts.’ you said as you let go of him.

‘Lady by day a little minx at night, I like it.’ he said smugly.

You rolled your eyes as you walked past him.

‘Don’t get cocky. Now onto the other things I want.’ you said seriously as you sat on one of the skull rocks.

‘I will watch your lost boys, but I will not baby them, keep them in check. But cooking and cleaning will not be my chores unless I choose to do them. is that understood.’ you said.

‘Deal.’ Pan agreed.

‘And if you try anything misogynistic with my I’ll shove a stick up those goods I was just grabbing.’ you warned.

‘You think they were good? I mean I never pay much attention it but Ill show it off you like.’ Pan smirked as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Something you felt you’d see him do often in the coming years.

Again you rolled you eyes as you got up and walked over to the boat that was by the shore.

‘Wait we haven’t consummated the marriage yet!’ Peter teased.

‘No consummating til I actually love you, or at least like you.’ you replied.

‘Where do I stand right now?’

‘Barely tolerable.’

Title: Bust! (Part 2/2.) 

Part 1.

Character(s): Luke Vaughn and Jamie (original female character) 
Summary: Jamie goes out on a date with Luke. 
Word Count: 3,523
Author’s Note: This is for @may85​!!! This story deserved a steamy part two! So, I hope you enjoy this, Jamie! ;-)

Originally posted by mypapawinchester

The following night, Jamie didn’t know what she was supposed to wear. Luke didn’t necessarily specify what they were going to do aside from dinner, but she didn’t know if he wanted her to dress formally or not.

Though, as she remained in her set of lingerie undergarments, staring at her closet aimlessly, Jamie heard the few knocks following a ring of the doorbell.

“He can’t be this early…” Jamie mumbled, grabbing her robe and slipping it on.

Once she opened the door, she noticed a very handsome Luke standing casually at the other side.

“Well, hi,” he smiled.

“You’re early.”

“Better than being late, right?”

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Never Before (NSFW 18+)

A/N: I didn’t proof this so sorry. Assassin is coming, promise.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3309

Originally posted by dylanobriengirl

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Valhalla is where you are - Part 5

Imagine: You and Björn are childhood friend who have separated ways when Lagertha left Ragnar. Years later you and Björn reunite and your love for eachother as friends starts to take a turn.

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Words: 1788

Timeline: Situated around S02E05

Request by: Anonymous

Tags: Emotions

The morning sun shone through the windows inside the house. Dust particles were visible in the yellow rays of sunlight. Slowly but certain you came back with conscious and awakened slowly. You moved your body and heard Björn mumble when you did so. A yawn came out of your mouth as you turned around. “Björn.” You whispered and leaned towards his ear. The both of you were still in the sofa from the evening before. “Hmm?” He answered sleep-drunk. The confusion in his eyes when he opened them made you giggle. “Good morning Björn Ragnarsson.” You whispered and put a soft kiss on his lips before you stood up. The blanket you took with you, leaving Björn in all his gracefulness on the sofa. “My head.” He said as he pinched his eyelids together and smiled towards the ceiling. With his hands covering his manhood as he stood up. “But also a good morning to you, my beautiful y/n.” He pressed a kiss on the crown of your hair. With his hand he stroke over your bare shoulders and walked to his clothes that hung before the stove. The fire had disappeared because of the lack of firewood, but the flames had managed to dry the both of your clothes by morning. “Now let me see.” You said with a concerned smile and walked upon him. “What?” he asked, didn’t knew what you were talking about. “Your side of course. The cut of the knife.” - “Oh, that.” He said and looked at himself. But there was not really much to see. The knife only went through the scarf-skin so it was nothing to worry about. “Are you lucky.” You said while raising your eyebrows. Björn laid his hand on your cheek and looked you straight into the eyes. “Ofcourse I’m lucky. Look at me.” He put a soft kiss on your lips and released you again. While Björn was putting on his clothes, you walked to the kitchen to prepare some kind of breakfast, not that he was very hungry while hungover.
But thinking that was a mistake. After he ate half a bread, four eggs and a lump of cheese he was just starting to feel fulfilled. You were laughing with the amount of food he was able to put through his throat. “What?” He asked you in a laughing way as he put the last piece of cheese in his mouth. “You surely are following your father’s advice.” You answered and stood up to clear the table. Björn shook his head while smiling and leaned aside towards you. He grabbed your belt and pulled you towards him. “Stop that.” He said and took the dishes from your hands, placed them back on the table again. “But I need to clean the mess you made.” You said giggling while Björn put you on his lap, one leg on each side of his body, your face pointed towards him. “Now stay still.” He ordered you in a fun way and grabbed your backside to prevent you from running away. Not that that was your intention. “What?” you asked him with laughter as you saw him staring at you with his bright blue eyes. “Can’t I look to you?” He asked and pulled you even closer. The smile on his lips was to melt for. You didn’t knew an answer, so you leaned blushful backwards. Your head was tilted backwards also so your hair floated through the air. Björn pressed his lips on your collarbone and kissed his way downwards your chest. A small sigh flew over your lips and made him stop what he was doing by running your fingers over his face. You leaned forward again and looked him in the eyes. “What do you want to do today?” He asked and stroke your hair back in place. “This.” You said and clamped your legs around him. Björn started to laugh. “We have plenty enough time to do this.” He answered and softly pressed his lower body against you. You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow from surprise. “Okay then. I still want to see you riding a horse.” You said eventually and an intense flickering appeared in your eyes. Björn pinched in your side playfully. “Are you challenging me right now?” He asked and stood up with you still on his lap. Slowly you slid back on your feet. “It isn’t a challenge if you already know who’s going to win.” You teased him and walked towards the door. “Watch your mouth you little rascal.” He started to run and chased you outside of the house. The only thing hearable was the laughter and screaming from the both of you. It was sensible that the thing that happened yesterday was still there. But the both of you didn’t mention it once. Maybe it was a good thing, trying to forget. For now.
“Are you sure you’re not going to fall off?” you asked him with laughter as you swung your feet over the back of your dappled grey mare. “Very sure.” Björn answered and ascended the dark brown stallion the stable boy had given him. He pressed his heels against the ribs of the horse and it jumped forward in rapture. Björn laughed, pulled the reins and turned his horse while waiting for you. He was amused with what had yet to come. You rolled your eyes when he did that show-off and commanded your mare forward also. It was clearly visible that he possessed some horse-riding skills, but you didn’t knew how far they’d take him. “Are you really going to take both the axe and the shield?” You asked when he bond his shield to his back and put his axe in the leather loop by his waist. Björn didn’t answer, he only looked at you with a serious glance in his eyes before he made his horse walk forward. Immediately you understood he didn’t wanted to talk about it and there was no way you could talk him over. “So where are we going then?” you asked to continued the conversation and came to ride alongside him. “The little lake in the mountains?” he suggested while looking at the sun that burned in the sky. For the time of the year it was very warm. At a footpace both of your horses walked forward. Here and there Björn’s stallion snorted at your mare, but further they behaved very well. It reminded you somehow to Björn himself. So you started to laugh in disguise. “Always laughing at me, aren’t you?” He said and looked sideward to you. You shook your head and looked the other way to hide your laughter. “Just make sure you can follow.” Björn added in a playful way and pressed his heels in the ribs of the horse. The stallion squeaked softly before he jumped forward and took off with a rattling gallop. You let the reins slip through your hands and leaned forward, only to spur on your horse and chase Björn.
Slowly but certain you gained in on him. The hooves of the horses spade the ground and left deep footprints. Björn looked over his shoulder towards you and laughed. “I’ll get you.” You shouted and pressed your heels harder against the sides of your mare. You bowed forward and took the end of the reins to slap softly against the shoulder of your horse. Eventually Björn slowed down and let you gain on him. “Surrendering already?” You asked him and pulled the reins softly. Björn shook his head with a smile on his face. “I just don’t want you to feel bad for losing with such a distance.” You leaned to the side and pushed his shoulder with a soft laughter. Both the horses went back to an energetic footpace, their breath clearly raised just like yours and Björn’s was. “Here.” He said and pointed to some trees next to the path. “What?” you asked and tried to see where he was pointing at. “Follow me, I know a shorter route.” Björn said and guided his horse through some bushes. It was a path that not many knew so it was taken over by the wilderness. Branches brushed against your mare as well as in your face. And because of the attention you were paying to the trees, you weren’t ready to respond quickly enough when your mare jumped aside in fear. You slid half out of your saddle, held on to the manes of the horse and tried to keep your balance. Björn looked over his shoulder to you with a worried look in your eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked and pushed a branch to the side to look at you. “I am.” You said and pushed yourself back in the saddle. The horse beneath you stood dead still, watching something in the distance, unable to move. And while she did so, Björn noticed that his horse also had his eyes focused on something. “What is it?” You asked with a soft whisper and tried to watch what they were seeing. “Maybe a deer.” Björn whispered also and leaned forward. He didn’t sounded convinced and from the corner of his eye he glanced at you. “Stay here.” He whispered and dismounted, landing softly on his feet. Immediately he pulled his axe from his side and held it in front of him. “You need that for a deer?” You frowned your eyebrows and shook your head while you saw Björn taking off in the bushes.
A few minutes went by and your mare had found her calm again, just as Björn’s stallion. But from Björn himself there was not a single sign. He had disappeared in the vegetation and you hadn’t heard from him since. Slightly nervous you moved in your saddle, and without wanting it the memories from the night before came up in your mind. With a certain fear in your eyes you looked around, hoping to see the blonde hair from your lover appear. And suddenly the bushes in the distance started to move, heavy footsteps sounded. “Björn?” You asked with a shiver in your voice and pulled the reins from your mare to keep her in place. “It’s Kettil.” You heard Björn roaring, his voice sounded exhausted. He appeared from the bushed again and a heavy weight fell from your shoulder. But the same weight was added back again when you realised what name he had called. “What? Kettil?” Without answering Björn jumped on his stallion and drilled his heels in the ribs of the horse, not even taking the effort to put on his stirrups. “He is trying to flee Kattegat.” A certain dark anger sounded in his voice when his horse took off galloping.

Fuckboys | Jungkook | M

words: 2.468

A/N: This is smut from start to finish and has basically no other plot, but I guess that’s not so bad, or at least I hope lol


Jeon Jungkook, the most well-known fuck boy of the entire school, currently had his hands on my ass as he was backing me up against a wall and his lips were inches away from mine. I couldn’t help but look around cautiously. We were at a house party, after all, but no one seemed to dare to go upstairs, the hallway left empty. Jungkook was one of the rich kids at school, and this house belonged to one of his, probably just as rich, friends.

“Calm down,” he mumbled against my lips. My head felt dizzy at his raspy voice and the way his chest felt against mine, his breathing not hardly as heavy as mine. “Let me show you how to relax, baby girl.”

I sucked in a breath and had to force myself not to moan. How had I ended up here? I have no idea. Originally, I had planned on staying at home and studying for tomorrow’s test, but that moment I was endlessly glad I hadn’t. So there I was, Jungkook’s thigh was pressing between my legs and his lips were running along my neck, biting me here and there. His hands drove me insane, the way they ran along my sides, moving my shirt up slightly, but not fully. I wish he could’ve just ripped it off then, but he loved teasing me, chuckling cockily when he saw my expression. I was putty in his hands, and he knew. There were two layers of material between my core and his thigh, and yet I felt myself getting embarrassingly wet with every time his muscular thigh pressed against it roughly.

“You know, you don’t have to be that quiet,” he mumbled, pulling away in order to give me a cocky smirk.

“We’re in a hallway,” I argued, still conscious of getting caught.

“You’re so cute,” he chuckled, taking my hand and pulling me with him into a room, that appeared to be a bedroom. I turned around to close the door behind me, when I felt his hands grab my lower hips roughly, shoving my front against the wooden door. His mouth was inches from my ear, I felt his bulge pressing against my ass.

“What about now?” he whispered, at the same time running his hands down my front onto my thighs, pulling them back as he ground his hips against my ass. That was the moment I gave up. I whimpered at the contact, every of my cells feeling as if they were on fire.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” he murmured. I took the opportunity to turn around, shoving his black leather jacket off his sculptured shoulders. He was still smirking, not making any effort to help me undress him. When his shirt came off I sucked in a breath. I had known he was muscular, he was captain of the football team after all, but the way his abs looked in the spare lighting made my heartbeat fasten by around a hundred times. Usually I wasn’t that quiet, I talked back a lot, but Jeon Jungkook of all had managed to leave me speechless. He grabbed my hand and ran it down his front, clearly amused at my reaction. I inwardly slapped myself awake, trying to regain a little more control over the situation. Eagerly, I drew my hand back and took off my shirt as well, making Jungkook raise his eyebrows in surprise. Then I grabbed his head and pressed my lips onto his. He responded instantly, kissing back and running his hungry tongue over my lip. Simultaneously, he linked his hands into the waistline of my pants, pulling me with him to the bed until he sat back at the edge of it, me straddling his lap. My core rubbed against his crotch, but it didn’t give me a lot of satisfaction. His hands were back on my ass, guiding my way over his growing bulge while his lips connected with the skin of my chest. The way he bit and sucked deep bruises into my flesh made me lose every last bit of control I had left, throwing my head back and whimpering. Only when the air touched my already hardened nipples it struck me that Jungkook had taken off my bra skillfully, now having full access to my skin that felt like it was tingling all over, aching for every last of his kisses and licks. My hands got tangled in his brown locks when he took one of my nipples into his mouth, gently licking at first but then grazing his teeth over it, sending shivers down my spine. From downstairs the loud music drummed through the house, but the party seemed miles away compared to how close I pressed my body against Jungkook’s. Meanwhile his hands had wandered down my body, tugging at my pants impatiently.

“I want these off,” he groaned against my stained skin, working open the front buttons of the pair of black pants. My body wasn’t happy with the idea of getting up from his comfortable, muscular thighs, but my brain knew I had to get rid of my clothes to get what I wanted deep down. The boy in front of me eyed me as I peeled off my pants, caressing every inch of my body with his admiring look. Without hesitation I then kneed down in front of him, my impatient hands going straight to the front of his pants where a tent had formed, trying to open his belt as he chuckled.

“What?” I asked, puzzled at his small laughter.

“It's…nothing,” he breathed. I wasn’t pleased with his answer.

“Say it,” I insisted, and he chuckled more.

“You’re adorable. At least when I see you in class. Always so good and polite. Now I wonder, what’s suddenly gotten into you?”

“You did, I guess,” I replied, still tugging at his belt, finally managing to open it. The fact that Jungkook made no effort to assist me with getting him undressed made it a hundred times harder.

“Technically, I haven’t yet, but I see you’re very eager,” he chuckled, making me huff in annoyance, but also blush a little. Then he finally rose his hips, sliding his pants down his muscular legs, along with his boxers. I licked my lips at the sight of his stiff member, pre-cum leaking at the top, showing me he hadn’t gotten less worked up than me, he just was a thousand times better at not showing it.

“Now use your pretty mouth, will you?” he half-demanded, and he didn’t have to tell me twice before I collected some of the cum and spread it, running my hand down his shaft slowly, making sure to add enough pressure to make him groan at the first touch. Then my lips wrapped around his tip, swirling my tongue over the sensible skin. I felt his thigh flex under my other hand that lay on his leg for support when I licked down his shaft, kissing him on the underside teasingly. He let out a low growl and breathed out my name in frustration, it was almost amusing to me.

“You know you’re in for payback if you keep doing what you’re doing, do you, sweetheart?” he managed to scold me before he groaned again when I reacted and finally took his dick into my mouth fully. Instantly his hands went to my hair, brushing it out of my face so he could watch and holding it at the back of my head, gently guiding my movements. With every time my lips ran along his shaft, my tongue pressing against the underside of it, I sped up a little. At the same time I tried going deeper, earning a moan in agreement from Jungkook. Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes, but I ignored them and just continued, the sounds he made motivating me further. At one point I directed my gaze upward, looking into his eyes that were half-lidded, but still trying to fix on me. I could tell he was getting caught up in chasing his high and I wanted to see him come so bad, but then he pulled on my hair gently, getting my attention. He let out a high moan when I stopped in my tracks and gave him a questioning look.

“Don’t get me wrong, your lips are the definition of heaven,…but we wanna save that for later, don’t we, baby?” he said, his voice a mix between huskiness and a whisper. I felt the uncomfortable wetness pool in my panties at his words, involuntarily pressing my thighs together in the need of some friction that I still hadn’t gotten. Well-behaved as I was, I pulled away and nodded, my lips probably reddened and my eyes still teary as I looked up at him.

“You should be rewarded for how good you were, what’d you think, baby girl?” he said, grabbing my hand and instantly making every part of my being weak under his dominance. While he was sitting on the edge of the bed, I stood in front of him as he didn’t waste a second and started kissing my belly as his rough and at the same time gentle hands played with my boobs for a second, then ghosting over the small of my back over my butt and grabbing the backside of my thighs, pulling me closer. His fingers digging into my skin were dangerously close to my center, but still not giving me the attention I desired, I longed for. His lips drove me insane with the way they alternated between rough bites and feather soft kisses, teasing me at the hem of my panties and making me question how I was still standing up straight.

“Please take it off, Jungkook-ah,” I begged, making him chuckle cockily.

“Suddenly we’re not into teasing anymore, are we?” he spoke, spreading hot breath over my skin, his lips moving along the fabric of my panties.


“Answer me,” he demanded.

“No…I’m not,” I let out weakly as he took the fabric between his teeth, dragging the thin material down my thighs until his hands took over, letting them pool at my feet. My breath hitched in my throat at the sight of this, and when his slender fingers slid between my folds, teasing my completely wet entrance I thought I was going to collapse of the simple, yet so intensely overwhelming feeling. My hands came to lay on his broad shoulders and I wanted to sit down in his lap again, but his other hand held my thigh as his fingers kept running over the sensible bud of nerves between my legs.

“You’re dripping wet, how come?” he asked innocently, knowing the effect he had on me well enough. All I did was whimper helplessly as he pushed one of his digits past my opening, his thumb still rubbing my clit, now adding more pressure. I absorbed every last bit of pleasure he gave me, completely in awe by how skilled his fingers touched me, so I closed my eyes. When I suddenly felt his hot tongue dig between my folds, instantly leaping at my juices and nibbling on my clit in the process. I was a moaning mess by then. Gradually he added another of his fingers inside of me, curling them so he would hit my sweet spot, making me want nothing more than to come all over them at that second. But then I thought about his dick filling me out so well, reaching spots his fingers couldn’t, hearing his pretty moans again.

“Fuck me, Jungkook,…please,” I plead, my hands tugging at strands of his hair. For a second he seemed to purposely speed up the flicking of his tongue, making my legs shake visibly before he came to a halt. While I was collecting my unsteady breath and messy thoughts, his hands caressed my outer hips as he stared at me in admiration and pride.

“If that’s what you wish, baby girl,” he let out, seeming completely relaxed in comparison to my bliss-like state. I moved around him quickly and lay down while he turned around himself and climbed on top of me. He attacked my neck with kisses again, moving upwards along my jawline until he kissed my lips once more. His tongue felt more alive than when he first kissed me, but I was way too bothered by the burn of pleasure between my thighs, which I couldn’t even close since Jungkook’s hips were positioned between them. As a try of getting his attention I moaned into his mouth, but the moan transformed into a relieved whimper when I felt his member push between my folds into my core, stretching my walls.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned at the feeling of my walls surrounding his dick, his soft hair tickling my forehead. My hands gripped the bedsheets tightly when he began moving, not giving me much time to adjust, but at this point I didn’t care about anything but pleasure. His arms that held his weight up above me flexed, his veins and muscles clearly visible as his forehead scrunched up in concentration. With every thrust his hips became quicker, soon slapping against my own in a fast, steady rhythm. My back arched off the mattress, nipples brushing against his chest, making me shiver underneath the added sensation. From his previous actions I was already close, chasing my orgasm, which wasn’t particularly hard when his raspy moans were breathed right into the crook of my neck and my legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back, forcing him to go even deeper and reach my sweet spot with every time his member buried inside of me.

“You. Feel. So. Damn. Fucking. Good,” he groaned between thrusts, his breath short. My head got dizzy at his words, sending me dangerously close to the edge, and after a few seconds of focusing on the feeling that was pulsating in my core, I fell completely. My eyes shut involuntarily, my head fell back and buried between the sheets, seeing nothing but stars. When I clenched my walls around his member, Jungkook let out an animalistic groan as his head fell deeper into the crook of my neck, biting my skin a little as he released inside of me. When he lifted his head I watched him as his eyes were still clenched close, his lips opened slightly. A few seconds I felt as if the world had stopped, my loud, unsteady breath the only thing that reminded me that this had actually just happened and I wasn’t just dreaming.

“You should spend less time studying and more time in my bed,” Jungkook suddenly stated. Oh how fast fuck boys could come back to their cockiness. Deep down though, I knew what I thought about the offer as I smirked back at him.

Office Escapades|(GymTeacher!Ashton)

“I don’t want professional with you.” He utters, his body pushing against yours, turning you around and cornering you in the edge of his desk. His lips ducking down and peppering kisses from your shoulder to the nape of your neck to below your ears. Your knees nearly going weak.

Originally posted by cashtonkinks

Words: 3000+

Request: No

Rating: R

A group of teenage girls in your English class that you taught kept on talking about the new gym teacher at the school. Gushing over his sandy blond hair and hazel eyes, many talking about his lean body and how great it would be to feel his body against theirs. You always interrupted the group of girls though, stating that girls shouldn’t be talking in such a dirty way towards a staff member, but that didn’t seen to mind them since they continued to talk about him every single day.

You couldn’t lie, Mr. Irwin was remarkably hot. It was obvious that he took great care of his body you could tell by his, bulging biceps, toned abs under his thin t-shirts, muscular calves that always strut down the halls in his Nike basketball shorts, and healthy lunch choices. But of course you never acted any more then professional towards him.

Always greeting him with a ‘good morning’ or ‘hello’ when he walked into the teachers lodge or asking him how his day has day has been when sitting down at lunch. He was always nice towards you, his happy smile always beaming whenever you strike up a conversation with him.

You were writing down a quote from Shakespeare on the board when the group of girls that speak of Mr. Irwin so highly, walked into class giggling and grinning at you. You smiled back at them before turning around and sticking the white board marker back into its cap before placing it down on your desk. You walk to the book shelves that lies against the back wall that the group of girls are sitting at.

You swiftly make your way by them and grab the books that the class is going to need while you hear them giggle next to you, making you rise an eyebrow when turning towards them, handing each of them a book.

“What’s so funny girls?” You say, staring between the four of them with a pointed glare, two continue to giggle while the other two shrug.

“Nothing.” Harper, the brunette with freckles amongst her cheeks utters, her eyes flickering between the book and you. “Obviously something is funny because you guys keep looking at me? What’s the deal?” You say when turning around and placing text books on the empty desk.

“Well you know Mr. Irwin, word is getting around that he-”

“Josie shut up!” Says Amber, interrupting whatever Josie was going to say while smacking her hand to the back of her neck, making you turn around when you hear the deafening sound.

“Girls, hands to yourself.” You state while walking towards them, your eyebrow still etched high on your brow bone as you look at Josie seriously.

“What were you about to say?” You question, and you look at all the girls, two of them groaning while Amber and Harper just shake their head side to side to make sure that Josie can keep her mouth shut.

Truth is Josie can never keep her mouth shut, from just a week into second semester you could tell she wouldn’t be able to keep quiet from the many times you told her to be quiet when she was setting in the back next to Harper.

She looks up at you with beaming eyes and a shy smile, her dirty blond hair whacking her against the shoulder as she turns towards you and begins to speak so fast it’s hard for you to grasp on to what she is saying.

“The word around school is that Mr. Irwin apparently has a thing for you.” She rushes out so quickly while standing up, making Amber’s hand hit the back of her spine while glaring up at her furiously.

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A little Draco x Reader imagine for @yrgl00mygrlfriend!  I’m SO sorry this took me so long…I’ve been busy moving back to school & starting my new classes!  Nonetheless, I loved this idea…I altered it a little bit unknowingly as I was writing it, so I hope you don’t mind hehe.  Enjoy! xx

Imagine: I was thinking about a very formal ball at the Malfoy manner. Y/N’s family is another very prestigious family and is invited. And the whole time, she notices Draco staring at her from above his drink, and they like flirt with each other even tho they’re across the room from each other? Eventually he asks her to dance, and he’s just very sexy and gentlemanly and it’s just super flirty?

WARNING: Sexual innuendo?

Originally posted by fallingforamalfoy

Your eyes wandered idly about the great ballroom before you.  They scanned across the length of the elaborate emerald drapery, to the exquisite crystal glassware atop the grand oak table that stretched for miles.  You found them somehow searching for something, really anything, that even remotely hinted at a sense of subtlety.  A smile tugging at the corner of your mouth and a shake of your head indicated the failure to find such a simple element.

Malfoy Manor was certainly an amazing sight to behold, decked out in fineries some wizards and witches may only ever dream of.  In a sense, you were used to the flamboyance and the wealth.  Although your family’s taste wasn’t nearly as boastful as the famous Malfoys, your wealth and social status very nearly matched theirs.  As a result, you were often invited to high-end parties and events; such was the case that night, as you scoffed at the arrogance that was so obviously displayed.

You drummed your fingers on the cold marble of the small bar in front of you, your other hand preoccupied with holding your chin up.  The shimmering jet black dress you wore shivered with every move you made.  It pooled at your feet like a waterfall, and boasted a slit that cut like a knife to expose a good portion of your porcelain skin.

“Your firewhiskey on the rocks, Madame,” the quiet, polite voice of the house-elf broke your lazy stare as he extended a drink to you.  In turn, you smiled at the little bartender perched artfully on a tall stool and gratefully took the chilled glass from him.

“Thank you very much, sir,” you winked and placed a galleon in the tip jar next to him.  He seemed to perk up and offered a grateful little smile as you sauntered into the middle of the ballroom.  

You had to admit, the music was delightful; a perfect blend of upbeat vivacity yet a distinct note of serenity. Drink in hand, chilling the tips of your fingers, you swayed slowly in the middle of the dance floor.  You caught sight of your parents who quirked their eyebrows but smiled softly at you.  Honestly, it didn’t matter to you that you were alone, or that you were dancing by yourself.   You were perfectly content as an individual in a room full of stuck-up rich people.

After a few moments, you twirled around, letting your water-like gown flow seamlessly across the floor.  You giggled to yourself as the firewhiskey began to take its effect.  Suddenly, you felt a pair of eyes on you.  Truth be told, you were aware of many sets of eyes fixated on you, whether it be for reasons of lust or rather judgment.  However, this was different.

Your gaze fell upon a white-blonde-haired man, sipping his own whiskey sans-rocks.  Quickly, you recognized him as Draco Malfoy, the son of your gracious hosts.  He had an impressive stature: tall, slender, but perhaps a bit muscular as well. Adorned in such regal dress robes, it was hard to tell.  What really crept under your skin, though, were his eyes; the same cool grey eyes that lay upon you that very moment.  Your attraction to him was immediate, but you merely nodded curtly and took a generous sip of your stiff drink.  Can’t seem too eager, now.  He offered a smirk, one that made your insides tighten, and raised his drink to you before mirroring your sip.

It wasn’t long before you caught a glimpse of him making his way through the crowd, headed in your direction.  You tried not to notice the distance between you growing smaller, but realizing your meeting to be inevitable, you gulped another shot of your drink down and tossed your silky hair to the side.  Your eyes met his and you placed a hand on your hip expectantly.

“Well, well, now, who do we have here?” Draco positively purred.  He had never seen such an alluring individual before.  To him, you were so vastly attractively outspoken yet you hadn’t breathed a word.  You cleared your throat.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you said simply.  “I presume you’re Draco, yes?”

He quirked his eyebrows.

“The one and only, darling,” Draco smiled smugly.  You nearly frowned at his matter-of-factness, but something about this man was simply irresistible.  Instead, you found your mouth struggling not to curl into a coy smile.

“Ah,” you nodded and raised your eyebrows, looking to the bar again.  “Well, it was a pleasure, Mr. Malfoy…”

Yes, keep him wanting more.  Men like it when you play hard-to-get!  You started for the bar when you felt a warm hand envelope yours.  You followed the hand to its source and found Draco, whose eyes were narrowed.

“We’ve only just met, Y/N.  I thought we’d get to know each other,” his voice was quieter and seemed somewhat genuine.  Your expression softened and you turned towards him again.  A small smile danced on your lips.

“Alright, why not?  But I will be needing another drink then,” you winked and his eyes brightened.  His cool façade slipped back on like a glove.

“Allow me,” Draco took hold of your empty glass and escorted you back to the bar, your arm looped through his. You couldn’t help but blush; his gentlemanly manner was refreshing compared to the heavy cockiness of well-off wizarding families that lingered in the air around you.

The little house elf-turned-bartender smiled as he caught sight of you approaching.  His eyes flicked to Draco, however, and his expression faltered slightly. You could detect a note of nervousness on his face as his superior closed the space between them.

“Another firewhiskey for the lovely lady,” Draco commanded.  You frowned. Although his tone was not laced with any malice, it was authoritative in manner.  Draco looked somewhat impatient as the house elf scrambled for a clean glass. You cleared your throat.

“Please, take your time, sir,” you shot Draco a warning glance before offering a reassuring smile to the bartender. “I’m not in any rush.”  

He let out a sigh of relief and his tensed hands seemed to relax a bit.  Draco gazed at you quizzically.

“You speak to all help like that?” a smirk played on his thin lips.  You shrugged and crossed your arms across your chest, only emphasizing it more in the process.  You could feel the pale man’s eyes wander south.

“I respect all creatures, Mr. Malfoy. Perhaps you’d find you’d benefit from sprinkling a bit of kindness amongst your interactions,” you rolled your eyes.  His eyebrows raised and a smile broke out on his face, which stayed even as the bartender handed you your refreshed drink and you tipped him another galleon.

“Y/N Y/L/N, you are intriguing,” his voice was low and borderline sexy.  There was something addictive about your manner and care that Draco loved.  Your throat tightened and your stomach clenched at the number of sensations coursing through your body.  His voice seemed to caress the inside of your ear, his body loomed in your sight, powerful and strong, and his scent (maybe pine?) was overwhelmingly alluring.  Trying to play it off, you shrugged your bare shoulders.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Draco,” the corner of your ruby lips turned up in a playful smirk before taking a long sip of your drink.  You could just make out a tinge of pink rising to Draco’s cheeks, and you couldn’t believe how satisfied you were that you were having the same affect on him.  To your surprise, he grabbed your drink and set it back down on the bar.

“Let’s see if you can dance as lovely with another person,” he purred and slipped his hand over yours.  For such a striking, cool looking individual, his hands were surprisingly warm.  You giggled and tossed your hair back.

“Shall we?” you winked and strutted towards the dance floor.  Every once in a while you caught the blonde man’s gaze wandering to your exposed leg as it peeked from the depths of your dark gown.  You rolled your eyes and pulled him close as the dance began.

“You could at least try to make your glances less conspicuous,” you whispered. He blushed immediately but chuckled.

“M’terribly sorry, love,” his hand on your waist pulled you tight against him and his lips were nearly against your ear. “I can’t help myself.”

You shivered slightly and smirked. Pulling back to create a small space between your two bodies, you found his wandering grey eyes.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Malfoy,” you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely.  “Only I know for a fact I’m better at keeping my eyes to myself.”

He was laughing, suddenly, and you quirked your head.  He twirled you in his arms and caught you with your back pressed against his chest.

“Don’t think I haven’t seen you admiring me, Y/N,” he cooed in your ear, tracing a hand down your side to your hip. You bit your lip as he twirled you back to face him.  His eyes were lustful.

“Even now you can barely contain your attraction,” he swayed with you.  You felt a tinge of embarrassment and gulped.  You’d been found out.  Was I truly that obvious?

“Well, then I’d say we’re even,” you plucked up your courage and slid your hand up his chest and to the base of his nape, twiddling with the fair hairs that resided there.  You couldn’t describe your immediate infatuation with him. It was his turn to shiver and he pulled you closer.

“Won’t you come with me on a walk through the gardens, darling?” his hands were lingering astonishingly close to your backside.  You grabbed his wrists and pushed back to hold his hands at length.

“That sounds lovely,” you grinned. Any chance to be alone with this intriguing, seductively sly man made your heart jump into the back of your throat with excitement.  Every inch of your skin tingled with anticipation as Draco shot you an incredibly white smile and tugged you through the crowd of curious, wary eyes.  You smiled and nodded at your parents to indicate that everything was okay.

The gardens of Malfoy Manor were nothing less than beautiful; extravagant and too much for your taste, no less, but utterly beautiful to the eyes and the nose.  Crimson red roses decorated the walkway, paving the way towards an elegant fountain.  If you hadn’t been in such a lust for Draco’s touch and attention, you would have loved to stop and admire everything.

Draco pulled you over behind the hedges, scattered with white roses, and placed his hands on your bare shoulders. In the moonlight, his smile practically lit up as he slowly traced his hands down the length of your figure, stopping at your showcased hips.  Both of your breaths caught in your throat for a brief moment as your eyes met.  It was quiet, save for the faint sound of music and an owl somewhere far off.

You threw yourself into his arms. His lips were attached to yours within mere seconds, and proceeded to attack mode.  Your kiss was hungry and needy as your hands knotted in his slicked-back hair.  Draco’s hands found your arse and he plucked you off the ground, but not before giving it a firm squeeze.

You were wrapped around him in every sense; physically, emotionally, mentally.  The two of you broke for mere seconds, heavy breathing clouding each other’s eyes.  Draco’s smirk could be seen in the dim light.

“You truly are intriguing, darling,” he purred.  You smiled and pulled his lips to yours once more.  An urgency awakened in you for the Slytherin Prince before you.

Seven Minutes in Heaven with Jiyong

Fandom: BIGBANG/ OT5

Synopsis: At a party, Jiyong decides to liven things up a little with a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven…

Warnings: Fluff & a bit suggestive…actually, this chapter is the raciest. It’s not what I would call smut, but it’s skirting the edge for sure. lol

Author’s Note: This chapter is what happens when you draw Jiyong’s name…
And so, the leader came out of the bag last. :) This one also has a bit of a surprise ending… *gasp*

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.


“Well, well, well… aren’t you the lucky one?” Jiyong said, looking over your shoulder to see his name written on the paper.

Your eyes slowly slid closed and you swallowed thickly. This was going to be… interesting. Ever since you had become friends with Bigbang, Jiyong had been flirting with you. But, much to the leaders frustration, you declined all his advances. You could tell that it ate at him, knowing that he couldn’t have you & people always want what they can’t have.

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Got it bad

Originally posted by siyahasikaranlik

Hiya! Can you write a songfic w/ happy to the song Got it Bad by ZZ Ward? Maybe a tough reader with her own battle scars? Thank you so much!!!

Happy Lowman x Reader
Words:  1401

Set Season 2 Episode 12: The Culling
I’d not heard this song until now and I really like it!

We could be on a park bench,                                                                           Make it make sense in the middle of a crowded room,

We could be 30K up, up in black skies,

Make the skies shake and watch it go boom,

Boy, you’re no good, make my heart ache,

Why’s the wrong thing gotta feel so damn great?

Oh no, he’s just no good for me,

“You know, I didn’t have you down as the ass beating type.” You laughed at Tara in your passenger seat.
She harrumphed, folded her arms and straightened herself as she glared out of the window, “Yeah well, I’m a healer and she was trying to stop that.”
You snorted a laugh, “That sounds like Gemma advise if I ever heard it.”
She scowled more and stared out of the window; you considered the conversation over and turned up your tunes. Metallica, Tara didn’t approve but you didn’t care, this was the CD that you and Happy listened too when you drove around town getting into trouble and crashing bars or clearing up after other Sons.
Not that it was in your official remit as clubhouse Bar Staff to go drinking with the most troublesome of The Sons but neither was going to fetch The VP’s Old Lady and yet, here you were picking her ass up from the hospital fresh from her beating her colleague’s ass.

Not that you blamed her, woman sounded like a real bitch.

“Jax doesn’t need to know about this, okay?” Tara snapped as you neared the TM.

“I practically had to sneak out to come and get you, you realise Tig was going to be sent out to get you. Imagine him coming into the hospital to get you, do you know how much shit I’m going to be in with Happy and the guys because I had some consideration for you? So don’t be telling me to lie.” You told her straight and she opened her mouth once before snapping it shut because she knew you were right.

As Happy’s Old Lady you’d earned your place in the club moreover than most of the Old Lady’s that had been and gone through your time with The Sons but you supposed it was partly due to your initial friendship with guys before your relationship but also the fact that you’d always had a hard life that had made you strong and that strength was what made you and Happy work so well.

That boy is trouble,

Yeah, he’s trial, charge and wanted,

That boy is trouble,

It was a struggle not to wince at Happy’s hard expression when you pulled into TM, Chibs gave you both a disappointed look as you approached the guys.
You held your hands up as you approached and beat them to the punch by speaking first, “In our defence, don’t you think that we have enough on without Tig getting Tara in the shit at work? And let’s face it, when it comes to cars I’m the best tactical drivers here.”

None of their expressions softened at you light-hearted jabbing but Jax did counter, “On that note, we were wondering if you’d be able to take your truck to get the kids from school, we’ve got stuff to …arrange.”

“Oh no, who will serve you lot all your beer.” You mocked already digging your keys from your pocket.
Jax smirked, “Hap, go escort your woman.” He clapped Happy on the arm and Happy stepped around them to slap your ass with his large hand as you stepped up into your truck, you threw a wink back over your shoulder at him.

Yeah, his call girls haunt him,

That boy is trouble,

Lets his lies do the talkin’,

That boy is trouble,

Like a dead man walkin’,

The drive to the kids school wasn’t long but it was enough for the one of Weston’s crew to try to fuck with you - in Charming’s borders, no less. True to your word, you were the best tactical driver in a truck around the TM, let’s just say it was a survival skill that you’d adapted. You managed to pull the truck out of town and off of a dirt track into a clearing. You skidded to a halt and the next moments moved quickly.

I’ve got it bad, so bad,

I’ve got it bad, so bad,

You were yanked free from the car and slugged the guy straight in the face, you swung back to hit another before being tackled to the floor. He managed one hit before Happy, who had just skidded to a halt, kicked the fucker straight in the face. Between you and your lover it took only a few swings and Happy pulling his shotgun out of his bikes satchel to get the stupid Aryan bastards to scatter.

Happy’s arm found your waist pulling you close to him, he rested his gun against his leg and used that hand to pull your face so he could inspect the damage. A busted brow and lip were definitely not the worst that you’d had in your life before Happy but he was always caught with silent devastation whenever you got hurt.

We could be under street lamps in a rainstorm in the middle of a dirty fight,

Let it pour now, tearin’ me down,

You’re so left-field, but you feel so damn right,

Your devilish eyes, you whisper like wine,

Your tongue is like sin, you always get in,

Oh no, he’s just no good for me,

Your eyes roamed his face before you bit your lip, “Jeez Hap you know what it does to me when you’ve been fighting.”
He made a deep noise of agreement before pulling your face up to his, his fist curled tightly in your hair, his other hand down and to grab your backside harshly as you groaned and pushed back against his kiss.
You pulled away breathlessly, “Come on Hap, we don’t have time, that’s not far.”
“Who said anything about being fair.” His deep voice rumbled as he tugged at your hair and your backside with his callus hands.
“I hate you.” You groaned when his breath caressed your neck.
“You wait until I get later, I’ll fuck that hate right out of you.” He rumbled and pulled your body even closer.
“You better kick some bitch ass tonight.” You hissed out and he kissed you hard in response, “I can’t have you not fulfilling those kinds of promises.”
“You got it.” He grunted before releasing you.

That boy is trouble,

Yeah, he’s trial, charge and wanted,

That boy is trouble,

Yeah, his call girls haunt him,

That boy is trouble,

Lets his lies do the talkin’,

That boy is trouble,

Like a dead man walkin’,


The annoyed looks you received about your appearance upon your returned stopped when Happy pulled The Sons to one side to explain that Weston’s lot had tried to jump you before you’d gotten the kids.

Just one more reason to beat them to death tonight.

I’ve got it bad, so bad,

I’ve got it bad, so bad,

You stood with Tara and Gemma when the boys began to file out to their bikes, Happy came to you when the others went to their Old Ladies.
You leaned up to play with his Cutt, “You remember your promise old man.”
He leaned down to give you a hard kiss before rumbling, “Help Gemma keep a handle on this lot but keep your energy for tonight.” He slapped your ass as he walked off and the other guys filed out.
Tara gave you a dubious look at your encounter, she didn’t understand how someone could be so content to be with Happy and his twisted mind but you simply shrugged, “I got it bad.”

I’ve got it bad, so bad,

I’ve got it bad, so bad,

Gemma came up to your side and slipped her arm around yours and Tara’s shoulders to watch the boys ride off.

God you couldn’t wait until your Old Man came back.

I’ve got it bad, I got it bad,

I got it bad, I got it bad.