dirty family

“Like what you see?”(MATURE)

“…but I was thinking, maybe we should-Hello, the earth is calling Y/N. Anyone home?” Justin waved his hands in front of Y/N’s face. She quickly focused her eyes on his face. “Mhm?” she mumbled.

“Where did I lose you?” he asked curiously, wondering what was on her mind. They were discussing which movie they’re going to watch.

“Um, you were saying something about, um, the girl on the train? You said you would like to watch it, since you liked the book so much.” she spoke unsurely, wondering if he even spoke of that. She knows they had that conversation few days ago, but did he mentioned it today, she wasn’t certain.

As a respond he giggled. She joined him, she loved when he would giggle, his eyes would nearly shut, his smile would grow so big and the sound was just like an angel was laughing.

“So I’ve lost you like three days ago. I didn’t even mentioned it today. FYI I was telling you about this new movie “Don’t Breath”, but now I’m very interested what was on your mind.” His smile grew even wider, he looked like he caught her in some kind of embarrassing action, and he actually did, without even knowing. She could feel hotness spreading around her face, she knew she looked as red as a tomato. She buried her face into her palms.

That made Justin giggle even more. “Oh don’t tell me that you were picturing me naked?” he wiggled his eyebrows. He knew it would make her blush even more, and he just couldn’t resist but tease her. “You know, you could’ve just asked, I would even put a show for you.”

She immediately lifted her head up and yelled giggling “NO” her cheeks were dark red. She once again covered her face.

“So you don’t want me to put on a show for you?” Justin placed his left hand over his chest, pretending he’s hurt. “I am deeply offended, Y/N.”

He couldn’t keep a straight face, not around her. She was just so embarrassed, it was the cutest thing ever. He extended his arms to her. “Come”

She shyly moved from her place on the couch and sat onto his lap. She buried her face into crotch of his neck. He chuckled once again, and so did she. “Now will you tell me what you were thinking about, if it wasn’t me naked?”

She took a deep breath. She had some thoughts on this, and how to explain it to him, without him getting hurt. She moved her face from his neck and looked deeply into his eyes. By now, his face wasn’t all giggly and happy anymore, it was rather serious.

“Y/N, what is it? You’re scaring me.” he looked concerned. She placed her hands on his chest and started playing with the shirts fabric.

“No, no, it’s nothing that serious, you don’t have to be worried. I just. Ugh, I don’t know how to say this. You know I’m not good at this things.” His face lightened up a little bit.

“So you where picturing me naked.”

“No I was not.”

“Well then you were picturing us having sex.” Her cheeks went red once again. “So you were. You know you don’t have to picture something like that when I’m right there.” He got closer to her. She knew where this was leading and she had nothing against it, but it was now or never.

She lightly pushed him back down, and he looked at her confused. He wanted to say something but she cut him off.

“Technically, yes I was picturing us naked, but there was more to it.” Her eyes once more focused on her hands rather than his eyes. He could tell that he was very intrigued by now, and he wanted to know more than just that.

“So what was that more?” his voice became lower. He’s words came out like a little growl, which only sent shivers down her spine. He could feel she tensed above him. “Tell me, baby, what was I doing?”

She was always so shy about this kind of things, and she knew she won’t be able to tell him her fantasy, but she can avoid it by a simple question which should clarify everything.

“What kinks do you have?” now for him, that question came out of nowhere and it shocked him. Justin was staring at her, not sure why she was changing the subject.

“Look, you know I suck at dirty talk. Stop giggling, I wasn’t making a dirty joke.” She lightly punched his shoulder. “You’re not helping.”

“Oh come here my embarrassed baby.” He got closer once again and their lips met for a quick peck. Once they separated she started again. “You have to know one thing, by all of this I am not saying that our sex life is bad, at least not for me. It’s amazing but I just feel like something is missing. So I wanna know what gets you off, what do you like.”

He didn’t know what to say, she caught him off-guard. He observed her and she just couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Fine I’ll start. Um, I like rough sex, and by that I mean everything that goes with it, choking, tying up, ass slapping, blindfolding, and usage of toys. I like it when a man knows how to treat a woman, how to be a dominant but at the same time caring and loving.”

He looked at her like she was someone else, he had no idea where that came from. She was always so shy telling him about her sex dream or simple dirty talk during sex, so it shook him up.

He cleaned his throat and shifted in his sat, he was getting hot from her recent confession. “So that’s what you really like, baby girl? Is that what you want me to do?” Justin got closer to her, she could feel her heart beating faster. She bit her lip and simply nodded.

He placed his left hand on her back and twirled her around so she was laying on the couch and he was hovering her. She separated her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He brought his face closer to hers, but never touching hers.

Suddenly he got up from her, she was confused. He offered her his left arm and she took it. He pulled her of the couch. Their faces met once again, but he didn’t make a move. “Since you like being tied up, I can’t fuck the living shit out of you down here where I can’t tie you up to anything.”

He guided her up to their shared room, and with every step was feeling more and more horny. Once they were inside, Justin pushed her against the bedroom door. She gasped from sudden harshness, but it only made her hornier.

“Tonight I don’t want to hear a sound from you, unless I gave you permission. Understood?” Justin growled into her ear. She felt unexpected heat spreading across her body. She nodded, she wasn’t able to answer his question. But he wasn’t pleased with that.

His left hand found her neck and squeezed it, first, lightly, then adding more force. “Understood?” he inquired loudly. “Yes” she mumbled.

“Yes, what?” he repeated after her.

“Yes, daddy.”

He lighten his grip only to lock his lips with hers. She expected it to be a rough and fast kiss, but he wasn’t hurrying anywhere. It annoyed her, she wanted to feel him, and she wanted him to just take her, without any foreplay. But she knew she wasn’t getting that.

His hands were moving up and down her body, but once hers found the back of his head, he jacked the off and held them up, above her head. It only made her moan into the kiss.

He freed her lips and placed kisses all over her chin. She knew what he was doing, and he knew the exact effect he had on her. “Please, Justin.”

All of the sudden he stopped, his grip became tighter. He looked into her eyes, his voice was low and steady. “I don’t recall giving you a permission to speak. Do that one more time and I will stop.” She bit her lip and tried to hold in a moan.

He freed her hands only to rip her shirt off. She wouldn’t be able to describe how hot and weak it made her when he ripped it, she wanted to moan, all frustrated. He took what remained of the shirt in one hand, while he used his other one to guide her to the bed. When her legs hit the end of the bed, he demanded. “Bra off, lay on your back, hands above your head.”

She listened, but she took the chance to tease him as much as he was teasing her. She slowly reached behind her back, she pretended to be struggling with her bra. He clenched his jaw and stepped closer. He didn’t even warn her, he just ripped it off and pushed her onto bed. She crawled to the top of the bed, she obediently laid on her back placing her hands above her head, meeting the coldness of headboard.

Justin seemed pleased, as he got onto bed, placing his knees on either side of her body, slowly making his way up to her, slowly rolling her shirt in his hands. Once he reached her, his crotch was directly in front of her and she couldn’t help but bite her lip.

“You like what you see?” he asked taking her hands in his and wrapping her shirt around her hands. He continued, never stopping to look down at her. “Now, this will have to work today, but next time, baby girl, you’re gonna be properly handcuffed. I promise you that.” He tighten the knot, making sure it was at the same time tight enough, but not way to tight.

He backed away a little bit, he lowered himself, so his face was at the same height as hers. They looked at each other, and Y/N just couldn’t take it anymore. She just wanted to feel his touch, his lips all over her body, his hands working their way up and down her inner thigh, his tongue circling around her clit, and lastly his dick inside of her.

She moved her head up but he was faster and backed away, only a little bit but enough far so she couldn’t reach him. He smirked at her while she let out a sigh. It seemed like he wasn’t hurrying anywhere, but Y/N was just about to explode. “Ugh, please Justin. Stop teasing.” She whined out.

The sound of her voice made Justin back away. He wiggled his left finger “That’s a no-no. What did I say? Speak one more time and I will stop. Do you really want me to stop? No? Then I will have to get those pretty little mouth occupied, won’t I?”

Justin got off the bed, still not hurrying anywhere. He stood on the left side of the bed, slowly undoing his kaki jeans. He used the opportunity to take his shirt off, shoes and Calvin Klein boxers. Y/N’s eyes never let his out of sight, observing every inch of his body, memorizing the little stuff.

“Like what you see?” Justin inquired. As a respond, she let out a loud moan. “Isn’t it funny that, when you have a permission to talk you don’t, but when you don’t, you do? You like being bad? Trust me I can treat you like a bad girl any time you want.” He growled, slowly getting onto bed, taking the same position as before.

He took his dick into his hand and placed it in front of her mouth. “Suck.” But he didn’t need to tell her twice. She took him into her mouth, as much as she could and started sucking onto it. His mouth felt open, as her eyes never left his eyes. “Fuck, just like that.”

She would gladly go slow and tease him, but she wasn’t able to take it slow. She picked her pace, sucking and licking. He grabbed her hair “So you wanna be a bad girl? Then, don’t suck a dick like a good girl.” With those words he pushed her head all the way to his pubic hair. She gaged at the sudden at the feeling of his whole dick in her mouth.

“That’s right take it all.” He roughly pushed her head back and forth, and every time she could feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat. She could feel her drool all over her neck and chest.

“How selfish of me. You’re here all hot and wet, and all I think about is my pleasure.” He pulled out, heavy breathing.

“Are you wet for me? Or are you dripping?” he asked, slowly backing away so he was placed in between her legs. “Well, let’s find out.”

He harshly pressed his right hand on her pussy, rubbing her clit through her panties. She let out a loud moan of relief, finally feeling his touch. “Ohhoho.” He said excitedly. “Someone is dripping wet.”

He pulled her panties off, lowering his head, and without a warning connecting his lips with her clit. Y/N moaned loudly, throwing her head into the pillow and pushing her hips up. Justin placed his hands around her legs, separating them to get into better position.

“So delicious.” He growled against her, which send shiver all over her body. He pushed his two fingers in, making her moan even louder. He picked his pace with his tongue and fingers action, making her lose her mind.

She was feeling herself getting close, and she knew he felt it to, because he suddenly stopped. She whined because of the sudden feeling of emptiness. He got up and in a matter of second pushed himself into him.

The sudden change from his tongue to his dick made her scream his name out loud. He let out a loud grown. “So Fucking. Tight.” He muttered out with every thrust.

With his left hand he placed her left leg onto his shoulder, lightly hovering over her, his right hand found her right nipple, harshly nibbling onto it.

She was close, she could feel her orgasm growing. “I can feel you clenching around my dick. You wanna come? Well not yet.”

With those words he picked up his speed, and it made it even hared for not to cum. She tugged her nails into the fabric of her shirt. She looked up at Justin, her eyes begging him to let her cum. He moved his hand from her nipple to her neck, griping it tightly.

“Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for daddy.” Nothing more was needed to be say. She felt her walls clenching, and within the second she came hard, all around him, tugging her nails now into her skin, screaming his name.  

“Fuck. You look so hot when you cum.” He hissed out, not slowing his pace, while she was still high from her previous longly waited orgasm.

He stopped only to flip her around. “On all fours.” He demanded, and once again thrusted into her. She was feeling sore, but she didn’t mind, it felt so good to feel him inside her, she wished they could stay like this forever.

He tangled his left hand in her hair, tugging it back so he could appreciate her pretty face. His right hand slapped her each ass cheek twice, making her whimper after every slap.

He could feel himself getting close, so he picked his pace. Y/N wasn’t far away, even though she just finished one orgasm. She pushed her ass more up “Fucking hell Y/N, do that again.”

She pushed her ass up as much as she could, feeling satisfied that she could please him like that. “Are you close baby girl? Yeah? Cum with me, cum with your daddy.”

His thrust became sloppier as both of their orgasms hit them, she could feel his hot seed feeling her inside, and she screamed his name loudly. He growled loudly emptying himself into her.

As the rid their orgasm of, Y/N collapsed on the bed, and Justin on top of her, never pulling his dick out of her. She moved her head so she was facing him and she smiled. They were both breathing heavily.

“That was extraordinary.” Was all she could mumble into the pillow.

“Oh I’m not finished with you just yet.”

Otayuri HC #2

One day Yuri invites Otabek over to watch a movie. Not just any movie, but his favorite movie, Dirty Dancing (although he’d never admit it, maybe only to Beka, Mila, and possibly that Katsudon).

So Otabek comes over and Victor and Yuri chat with them for a bit before leaving the kids to do their thing. Yuri and Otabek get settled on the couch and begin the movie (Otabek thinks it’s really cute that Yuri wants to show him his favorite movie). But Yuri LOVES to dance along to this movie. L-O-V-E-S to. And so he has the great idea to make Beka dance with him. Otabek has taken dance classes before, and he’s a skater, so he’ll pick it up easily.

However, Yuri quickly realizes that the title of this movie is DIRTY Dancing, and he realizes this a bit too late. Baby has just met Johnny, and Johnny is giving Baby a taste of what dirty dancing is. Yuri is getting cold feet, and is about to say nevermind, but Beka is C O M M I T T E D. He’s pulling Yuri closer to him, and bringing his leg up so that Yuri’s inner thigh is resting on his hip, and Otabek is leading this thing, dammit. Honestly, Otabek is pretty surprised with himself. And Yuri? Beet red, hoping his gay dads don’t come down any time soon and catch them. But in time, Yuri becomes less nervous (Flirting is more nerve-wracking than he previously imagined), and they’re getting into it. And they’re good. But not good enough for Yuri.

He wants to attempt The Lift.

Otabek is a li'l scared. Understandable.

But, Yura talks him into it (if he’s being perfectly honest, Yura could talk him into anything), so they try a few times. However, on their last attempt, there is a ferocious thud. Victor and Yuuri’s Parent Senses™ kick in, and Yuuri is already grabbing the first aid kit while Victor prepares to dash down the stairs. However, he stops himself and Yuuri before they can get past the landing at the top, and he points out the adorable mess on the living room floor.

Otabek is holding Yuri and they’re both laughing uncontrollably. They stay like that for a bit, enjoying each other, before Yuri begs for one last try. Otabek obliges, but reasons that if it’s their last try, they should do it with the music. He puts on his phone, and sets it to the spot just before The Lift.

Victor has his phone out, recording, and Yuuri is biting his nails, insistently asking Victor if “We should stop them” and whatnot. The music plays, and Yuri readies himself from across the room. He runs and Otabek is ready, he was BORN ready.

And they do it! He’s holding him in the air, and Yuri looks incredible. Beautiful. Beka slowly lowers him down, and they press their foreheads together. Yuri’s heart skips a beat as his face gets closer to Beka’s, until they’re rudely interrupted by Victor and Yuuri’s loud cheering.

“I think he gets this from me,” Victor jokingly states.

“You two are so embarrassing!” Yuri sighs.

Need

Warnings; smut, slightly dominant!klaus etc.

Okay this is kind of long I’ve probably repeated the same words a few dozen time and made a ton of grammatical mistakes AND I use too many comma’s but this is my first time writing smut and like, third time writing anything at all really so maybe I get a free pass. P.s the intro is v boring so pls try to ignore that.Also, remember kids, consent it key.

Originally posted by lovershub

Y/N knew Klaus Mikaelson well. In fact, she knew him a little too well. It began the way things like this usually do. He was gorgeous- and he was interested. And Y/N never had been one to decline good sex. And god, was it good. He was rough and wild and dominant and she was deliriously addicted. And she hated it, that she needed him. She Hated the way he touched her, and the way he held her. But most of all, she hated how good it felt.

But the hybrid screwed up, out of force of habit, really. He said some things and broke other things, seething in irrational jealousy. When she asked him to get out of her sight, he did, but not without claiming that she would come running back to him. Three months later, she still hadn’t. And while Klaus had tried to change her mind quite a few times, she was adamant. And it was driving him mad.

So when he heard that Rebekah had invited her with them to another one of Marcel’s famous fundraisers, he knew he had to take advantage of it. He and Marcellus had already arrived at Y/N’s doorstep in a limo with half a dozen or so of his daywalkers when she stepped out her house, a vision in a salmon coloured satin cami dress and black heels, an encrusted choker adorning her neck. The driver got out and opened the door for her when she saw a certain hybrid waiting inside. ’Rebekah had to get to the party a little earlier than planned to handle some business. She sent us to pick you up, so let’s get on with it, shall we?’ He spoke smugly, his calculating eyes taking her in. She stared him down coldly before stepping into the limo to find a place to sit down, when marcel spoke up. ’right, about that- we had a slight miscalculation when guessing if everyone would be able to fit in this thing. So you’re gonna have to sit on someone’s lap.’

‘You’re kidding me right?’ Y/N asked, dumbfounded. ‘unfortunately not, darling.’ Klaus mused. ‘I volunteer’ hooted one of marcels vampires, wolf whistling but he shut up when both Klaus and Y/N  glared at him. Klaus then looked back at Y/N. ’come on love, are you afraid you won’t be able to contain yourself?’ He smirked, knowing she wouldn’t refuse a chance to prove him wrong. Y/N huffed as she gave up and seated herself on Klaus’s lap. Then she leaned back against his neck, her hot breath fanning his ear. ‘I hate you.’ she whispered. Klaus just smiled as he passed her a glass of champagne. ‘sure you do, love’

A few minutes into the ride Y/N had been introduced to everyone and was enjoying the music and conversation when she felt Klaus’s hand graze her knee. It travelled up from her lower thigh to come to rest on the seam of her dress and he could feel her skin tensing under his touch. ‘Anything the problem love? You seem quite… tense’ he whispered, smirking. ‘Not at all. I’m fine’ she replied coolly, while reaching up to grab his hand. She shifted in his lap, slowly grinding her backside on him. With everyone busy clinking their glasses against each other’s, no one seemed to notice. ‘what about you, are you alright?’ she spoke, a wicked smile on her face as she traced the back of his hand with her fingers while her other hand reached to rest on his knee.She could feel him pressing against her rear, His member hardening at her actions. She looked back at him, pleased with herself. Klaus stared back at her, his lips pressed together and eyes clouded with lust. ‘Y/N, love, what do you think you are doing?’ he asked, his voice coarse. ‘just finishing what you started’ she replied, feigning innocence as she shifted again to press her derriere against his manhood. Klaus let out a low growl, placing his hands firmly on her hips while leaning down to press his lips on the base of her neck and working his way upwards. He nibbled at the rim of her ear, sending shivers down her body. ‘I knew you’d come back for more’ He murmurs in her ear, proud of his accomplishment. ‘you just can’t seem to stay away..’ He continued

Y/N suddenly jerked her body away from the hybrid, taking in heavy breaths to ground herself. ‘fuck.’ She sighed, running her hands through her hair just as the limo slowed to a stop. She turned to look at a confused Klaus. ‘You almost had me there. Almost.’ she stated as the driver opens the door and she gets out. Still slightly surprised by the swift change of events, Klaus follows her through the gates of the party but she soon disappears into the crowd, leaving him angry and frustrated. He scans the masses of sweating, huddled bodies to find her dancing carelessly with another man while she downs yet another glass of champagne. Jealousy seething through him, he grabs the first woman the comes at him, attacking her neck with sloppy kisses while making sure Y/N notices. She does. But jealousy has never been her game. Her attention is more focused on the gentleman with his arms around her waist head in the crook of her neck. 15 or more minutes of the torturous attempts to guile Y/N to him, Klaus gives up. He drags the girl at his arm to a dark corner and compels her to be quiet while he bites into her neck, drinking from her while her body struggles to push him off. When he’s had his fill, He drops her on the ground, knowing Marcel’s minions would take care of it. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, not bothering to clean up and steps back into the raving party just in time to see Y/N leaving with some man through the back door, her lips on his, his hands roaming around her body. Anger boiled up in his body as he tears through the lumps of people to the opposite side on the room where Y/N was. He opens the door, which lets out into some back alley, to find Y/N pressed up against a wall, with another man’s lips on hers, hands wandering her gripping her waist. Now fuming, Klaus flew in a rage towards the fellow, pulling him off of her. ‘what the fuck, man-’ He started as Klaus shut him up, veins under his eyes as he compelled him ‘Leave.’ He growled.

Y/N stood back, shocked. ‘what in the hell do you think you’re doing, Klaus?’ she spat, bringing her hand up to comb through her now messy hair. Klaus approached her, his stance atrocious as he grabbed her by the throat. ‘leave him be, love..’ he hummed. ‘we both know I can take care of you in ways that a human like him cannot even grasp..’ he mumbled against her neck, leaving stray kisses up and down her throat. ‘N-Nik..’ Y/N mumbled, barely audible to human ears with the loud music blaring in the background. ‘what is it,love? Do you want me to stop?’ He grinned, gratified by the effect he had on her. ‘yes.’ She stated firmly, but the moan escaping her lips in the end stated otherwise. ‘get off of me’ she whispered feebly, pressing her palms against his chest to drive him off her. He pushed her back against the brick wall, continuing his advances on her, his lips wandering lower still and his free hand slipping under her dress. Y/N sighed lightly in pleasure, Her body rebelling against her instincts. He placed butterfly kisses on the top of her breasts, the hand on her throat leaving to slip off her dress strap and then going right back to her throat. He trailed kisses along the valley of her breasts, nipping and sucking at her flesh. Y/N was a hot mess by now, melting into his very touch, writhing and moaning. ‘Klaus.. don’t..I-ugh, fuck.’ Klaus came back up to face her. ‘ you can rave and push me off all you want, love, but we both know I am the only one who can please you like you need it.’ She looked at him. A lamp lit up the otherwise dark alley, yellow shadows falling on his lashes, the bridge of his nose, his lips. He was beautiful. ‘you need to be shown your place, you need to be dominated.’ He said, his lips dangerously close to hers. ‘ so admit it, Y/N or I can leave you here, flustered, aroused.’ He whispered, hot air leaving his lips and hitting hers. She struggles to get words out of her mouth, her breath stuck in her throat. ‘I need you’  she uttered, and Klaus’ mouth turned into a lopsided grin. ‘good.’ He whispered, before placing his lips on hers, traces of blood still left on them for Y/n to taste. His hand strayed to the back of her head, grabbing her by the hair, continuing to kiss her until she couldn’t breathe. ‘I knew you’d come around, pet ‘ He whispered

His teeth nipping at her jaw, making goose bumps rise all over her skin. His other hand hiking her dress up past her hips and then reaching back to grab her ass. He then let go of her hair, bringing his hand down to cup her tits and he worked teasingly on her collar bone, no doubt leaving hickeys to mark her as his. His rolled her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, while taking the other in his mouth. Y/N moaned in pleasure, arching her back to grind on his mouth. Klaus’ right hand brushed against her inner thighs, then back to the waistband of her panties. He hooked his fingers around her the soft material, pulling them down in one swift motion. His fingers slowly, teasingly rubbed her pussy lips, his middle finger slipping between her folds to graze against her clit Klaus let go of her breasts, receiving whimpers of complaint from Y/N, which soon stopped as he knelt on the ground, littering chaste kisses all over her inner thighs. ‘mmhfh’ Y/n groaned, pushing her hips towards his face. ‘Klaus, please’ she begged. Klaus growled, grabbing her by the hips. ‘patience, love.’ He stated, as he placed his tongue on her aching core, sucking softly and spots he knew made her weak. Y/n let out stray sounds of pleasure, unable to contain herself as he continued to alternate between kitten licking and sucking on her clit. She had missed this, his mouth on her. She had missed him. He slurped at her pussy, lapping up her juices, his right hand reaching down to rub lightly on her clit while he fucked her with his tongue. Strangled words left her mouth ‘Oh, oh my god, nik’ she cried out. Klaus then withdrew his mouth from her vulva, earning a groan of dismay from Y/n, but she dare not question him. He got up, his fingers still working on her clit and leaned in to kiss her, so she could taste herself.

Y/n got bold herself, undoing the buttons on his shirt and sliding her hands on his toned torso. He kept rubbing lightly on her swollen nub as she undid his belt and pants. Klaus’ manhood strained against his boxers as Y/n stroked him through them with one hand, the other resting on his waist. She slipped her hand under the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down, pumping his length rhythmically. Klaus, now growing impatient, hooked one arm around Y/n’s waist as the other lifted the her leg, prompting her to wrap both legs around his waist as he entered her. ‘fuck’ she groaned, as he filled her up, stretching her walls as she wrapped her arms around his neck for support. Klaus started with steady thrusts while attacking her neck and throat with his mouth, making her feel hot all over. She could feel her nipples harden against the fabric of her dress as she let out desperate moans of pleasure with each thrust. Y/n threw her head back, giving easier access to Klaus while grinding into his body. ‘you feel so fucking good’ she cried, squeezing her eyes shut. Klaus grunted in reply, biting at her skin, making her clench around him. She tangled her fingers in Klaus’ hair. ‘I’m- I’m so fucking close i-‘ she pulled at the blonde, curly strands in between her fingers. Klaus then pulled out of her almost completely, sliding his tip on her slit before thrusting his cock back inside her, bringing his hips to meet hers. He continued the torturous actions until Y/n couldn’t take it anymore. ‘ Klaus, please.’ ‘please what, sweetheart?’ he spoke, the smug smirk still on his lips as sweat beaded his forehead. ‘please, go faster and deeper and i- shit’ she gasped, as he thrusted roughly into her again. ‘you’re so pretty when you’re begging, love’ he said, making you bite your lip. He hit a certain spot inside you and you inhaled sharply, her nails digging into his shoulders and back arching into him. ‘right there?’ he asked, his tone breathless, but still smug. She nodded your head rapidly, unable to make a sound. she pulled him in for a deep, desperate kiss, as he held on tighter to your waist, steading himself as he pumped into her at a faster pace to bring them both closer to orgasm. They both moaned into the kiss, and Y/n felt Klaus twitch inside her when she felt her own toes curl, before releasing into waves of pleasure and bliss, as he did the same, inside her. They both pant, breathless, pulling away from each other as their moans die down. Still out of breath, Y/n leans her head back into the wall before looking back at Klaus again. ‘I still hate you.’ She whispers. Klaus smirks at her.

Growing Love - Part 3: Eternal Flame

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Jensen Ackles, Rowen Ackles, Brice Ackles, Jayden Ackles

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Can’t think of any. Pretty much just fluff.     

Wordcount: 2000ish

A/N: This is a real people fic but it is an AU Mini Series. Jensen is a photographer, Jared owns a bar and Misha is a doctor. It is my first time writing a real people fic in AU so lets hope I don’t fall on my face completely here.

I didn’t write this chronologically as I usually do. I wrote everything that the narrator tells us first and build the story around that. The narrator’s story can be read without the actual story and the actual story can be read without the narration. The narrator only actually tell us the things in cursive, the rest is Jensen’s PoV ;) Again let’s hope I land on my feet with this one.

It is written for @avasmommy224’s Birthday Challenge and Jenn is a total sweetheart who let me make a series out if this. The prompt is in part 2 and the acquired smut is in part one, I reused the prompt partially in this part which is the final part.

Happy Birthday Jenn. Hope you enjoyed it.

Thanks to to my fav Erin aka @blacktithe7 for being the rockstar she is and betaing this for me.

NO HATE AGAINST DANNEEL. I LOVE HER - THIS IS FICTION. PRETEND SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE

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You see, love doesn’t always start with fireworks. Not the eternal kind. Not unconditional long lasting kind. Their kind of love never ends and do you know how I know? I witnessed it. I watched it grow stronger every day. I watched the way my dad looked at my mom and the way she would blush. She still does. After 3 kids and 18 years of marriage, they still kiss each other every day. Mom still falls asleep on the couch leaning against my dad on movie night. He still looks at her with as much love as he did in my very first memory of them, if not more.

Y/N did write her book. Actually she wrote several, and Jensen never stopped taking pictures. His works are displayed in various museums and magazines, but my favourite pictures he ever took are the ones of his family.

There is a staircase at Jensen and Y/N’s house. My childhood home. The wall is covered in pictures my dad took of Mom, Jaydan, Brice and me, but in the middle of all the photographs is my mom’s handwriting. It says “My Favourite Day”.

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Growing Love

Pairing: Jensen x Reader AU

Preview: Jensen is a dreamer from a loving family. Y/N is an orphan and realist struggling to hold onto dreams of her own. Their path cross when the photographer and journalist end up working together and quickly form an unbreakable bond that few seem to understand. Their lives take them in different directions until one day she shows up on his doorstep pregnant and in tears.

A/N: This is sorta two stories in one. All written in cursive can be read as one story and is told by a narrator I am not willing to reveal who is. Read and find out. The rest is Jensen’s story. It is told side by side and are rolled up into one, but hopefully it is also written so one story can be read without the other.

This entire 3 part mini series is my entry of @avasmommy224’s birthday challenge. The challenge was to include smut (which you can find at the end of part one and is skippable for those that prefer the story without it).

The prompt I chose is in part 2 and sorta reused in part 3. The prompt was: Any day spent with you is my favorite day.

Status: Completed 


Part 1: Spark 

Part 2: Burning 

Part 3: Eternal Flame  

Growing Love - Part 1: Spark

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Jensen Ackles, Sebastian Smith (OMC), Jared Padalecki

Pairing: Jensen x Reader (sorta), Sebastian x Reader (not for long)

Warnings: Smut, break up, jerk ex, hormones, pregnancy, pregnant woman having sex (is that a warning?), oral (female receiving), unsafe sex, all the pregnancy cliches, semi nsfw pic under the cut     

Wordcount: 4300ish

A/N: This is a real people fic but it is an AU Mini Series. Jensen is a photographer, Jared owns a bar and Misha is a doctor. It is my first time writing a real people fic in AU so lets hope I don’t fall on my face completely here.

I didn’t write this chronologically as I usually do. I wrote everything that the narrator tells us first and build the story around that. The narrator’s story can be read without the actual story and the actual story can be read without the narration. The narrator only actually tell us the things in cursive, the rest is Jensen’s PoV ;) Again let’s hope I land on my feet with this one.

It is written for @avasmommy224’s Birthday Challenge and Jenn is a total sweetheart who let me make a series out if this. The prompt is in part 2 and the acquired smut is in part one, I reused the prompt partially in Part 3.

Thanks to sweet, awesome @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me.

NO HATE AGAINST DANNEEL. I LOVE HER - THIS IS FICTION. PRETEND SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE

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I am gonna tell you a story about love. Not all loves starts with fireworks and love at first sight. Some start in an entirely different place. With friendship and support followed by completely unforeseen events. This is a story about that kind of love. A love that blossomed over time. A love that that you know in your heart of hearts will last.

Let me start at the beginning. Y/N Y/L/N was a girl that had lost her parents at a young age, but never her dreams or will to succeed in life. She wanted to be an author, but she knew it was a risky occupation. Instead of chasing her dreams head on, she had decided to work her way through college. She became a journalist and got a steady job at the Austin Gazette. This was where she met Jensen Ackles.

Jensen came from a loving family, but wasn’t without dreams of his own. Jensen wanted to be a photographer. He wanted to tell stories just like Y/N, but unlike her, he wanted to capture people’s hearts through pictures. Building a career in photography was no less hard than becoming a successful author, so even though Jensen never put his dreams on hold, like Y/N had chosen to do, he was forced to work part time for the paper to make ends meet.

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Jealousy / Michael Clifford

Summary: Michael thinks you need to be reminded who you belong to. Do I need to say anything else?

Requested: “Can you do a part two to the recent Michael Clifford smut with orgasm denial??“

- I decided to detach this from the previous MC smut and write it as a one shot. Of course, feel free to read it as if it were part two. Enjoy!

Warnings: Dom!Michael, punishment, orgasm-denial

Word count: 3.4k 

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Shoutout to the talented @gibslythe for inspiring me to draw one out of my many favorite scenes from the Voltron: Dirty Laundry au fic