dirty-pop

Hey Ya

Title: Hey Ya

Summary: Dean and Donna have a fight. The Trickster takes advantage of it.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters: Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Word Count:  4474 (includes song lyrics)

Warnings: Canon typical violence, mentions of blood

Author’s Notes:  This was written for @melbelle45 Dirty Pop Challenge. My song was Hey Ya by Outkast. This is partially based on a question Richard Speight, Jr. was asked at the Phx Con 2016. Who would his character (Gabriel/Trickster) take to the Supernatural prom? His answer was Sheriff Donna. Also, Speight said at ATL Con 2016 that Gabriel kicked the Trickster out of that body - head canon accepted.

Originally posted by rhetthammersmithhorror

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imagine you straddling yeols hips and starting to grind into his lap and he makes this face as he asks you to do it harder –
sorry I’m shameless I know :^)

Got It Bad

Characters/pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 5150 (god I’m sorry, I just really like words)

Contains: Fluff, smut, angst, language

A/N: I wrote this for @melbelle45‘s Dirty Pop Challenge. My song prompt was U Got it Bad by Usher. I used some lines and ideas from the song and I went for the hardcore pining, hope you feel it. Assume the reader is familiar of the hunting life, and it’s sometime after S8. All my love to @impala-dreamer for her encouragement and time when I struggled with this one.

Feedback and constructive criticism are both welcomed and encouraged. xoxo

Originally posted by zest-wincest



The email sat in your inbox for a month before you noticed it; buried in the spam from mailing lists and unsolicited porn. Then, it sat there for another week before you could decide what to do with it - delete it, ignore it, reply. You had a decent enough reason for each option. Your stomach did flips every time you held the cursor over the email. You’d been ready to flip your life upside down and take the leap, but then he was gone, before you had a chance to be anything.

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Morning Surprises (Ashton Smut)

Requested- “smut with either ash/luke where you’re the little spoon and you’re moaning in your sleep so he wakes you up by eating you out and then you come and think its over but he carries on and totally over-stimulates you”

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

It was Ashton’s first night back from tour. Although you tried staying up with him to spend as much time together as possible, he wasn’t used to the different timezone, resulting in him laying wide awake all night, holding you in his arms while you slept soundly.

It was around 5 am when you started twitching. First it was your leg, moving against his every once in a while, then it was your hips, grinding into the mattress as soft moans escaped your mouth. Ashton looked over at you, smirking when he realised you were having a dirty dream.

An idea popped into his head and he slid his arm out from underneath your head, crawling to the end of the bed. He lifted the duvet, moving it to his side of the bed. Your legs curled up, an instant reaction to the cold air. He gently spread your knees apart, careful not to wake you up. He placed a kiss on to the material of your underwear before inching it down your legs and placing it next to him.

Ashton glanced at your glimmering heat in excitement, his tongue swiping out and licking your clit slowly. He sucked the nub into his mouth, his teeth pulling on it gently before letting it go, watching it retract to its original position. He continued eating you out, his tongue delving inside your pussy and swiping around your walls as he moaned at your taste. Grabbing your hips, he burrowed his face further between your thighs, his nose nudging your clit as he pokes his tongue in and out of your hole.

He looked up upon hearing a light groan, seeing your eyes slowly flutter open. You gave him a sleepy smile and ran your hand through his hair, stroking the soft curls. With a grin, he returned to pleasuring you. You moaned loudly, your hips grinding into his face, eager to have his tongue deeper inside you. You felt yourself reaching your high. Your back arched off the bed as you gasped for breath, trying to regain composure after your orgasm.

You expected Ashton to stop and come cuddle, but to your surprise, he continued licking up your juices.

“Ash, what are you doing?” you moaned, grabbing onto the sheets on either side of you as he sucked on your clit.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he lifted his head, his face wet with your arousal. “I’m gonna make you squirt.”

“Ashton, no, I’m too sensitive.” you whine, wiggling in discomfort.

“I know.” And with that, his tongue delved back into your pulsing core.

You clenched your thighs around his head, scrunching your toes and squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure. You didn’t know how much longer you could last without cumming. Just as you felt your high wash over you, Ashton detached his lips from your pussy and entered two fingers, thrusting in and out rapidly. Guttural grunts escaped his lips as he watched your body convulse in pleasure.

He curled his fingers upwards as he thrusted, the pads hitting your g-spot immediately. He added another finger, moving them in and out of you with less ease as he felt you tighten around his hand.

“You gonna cum, baby? You gonna cum for me, Y/N?” he asked, taking out his fingers and rubbing your clit quickly, watching your pussy throb for a couple seconds before squirting juice like a fountain. You screamed at the intense pleasure, Ashton breathing heavily as he looked at your naked body underneath him, a goddess tangled up in sheets. He flopped down next to you, wrapping his arm around you as you cuddled into his side.

“Morning.” he laughed, kissing your forehead.

“Well that was a pleasant surprise.”

“You’re telling me.”

Weekly Reading List #14

Hey y'all… it’s time for my weekly reading list. Hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did. You can catch up on my previous reading lists here.


Quiet by @impala-dreamer **smut** (Dean x Reader)
~Dean feels a little insecure when Y/N is quiet in bed, but maybe with a little practice, they’ll both feel better…~
Warnings: NSFW, Dean loving. Dirty talking. More Dean loving. Lots of expletives. Poor Sammy.
Oh, Insecure!Dean was cute, I loved the dirty talk, but poor Sammy ;)

Originally posted by adoringjensen

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Early Morning Sun

Shawn Mendes 
Words: 900 
Warning: Slightly smutty 
Notes: I started writing this at 6am. Idk why, but here you go XD 

The morning sun filtered into the room, its warm rays hitting my face in a way that the bright light blinded me, even with my eyes tightly shut. Calling on every cell in my being, I manged to shift my heavy body, shielding my face against Shawn’s shoulder. He groaned sleepily, moving his arm to rest around my waist as I pressed a gentle kiss against his bare skin.

So very slowly, my body began waking up for the day. My eyes slipped open for a moment, I was met with the cheerfully lit room, making my eyes squeeze shut. I tried again, his time with more luck as I forced them to stay open, eventually adjusting to the light.

The room looked oddly beautiful for such an early time. I could see now that the sun was just beginning to rise, casting hues of pink and orange and yellow on the walls around us. Outside, birds began chirping as a few cars drove along the mostly vacant road below.

My focus turned back to the Shawn as he shuffled beside me. At first I thought he was going to wake up, his back slightly arching causing the white sheets to pool around his back, but he soon settled down again, a couple of light snores escaping his parted lips.

It was crazy how he still managed to look so good, even when he was asleep. Despite his long eight-hour flight a few days ago, his face still seemed bright, no dark circles or anything. He just looked so soft and innocent with his messy hair and almost rosy cheeks.

I trailed my fingers along his arm, ghosting over every curve and dip of his muscles until I reached his back, stopping to draw shapes along his sun kissed skin. Glancing up, his eyes were still shut, but there was a small grin playing on his lips, giving me a sigh as my fingers slipped over the more sensitive patches, dancing over the angry looking red marks. I smiled to myself, remembering what happened last night.

Shawn suddenly shifted again, this time moving onto his side to fully face me, only to be met with the same blinding sun light as his eyes fluttered open.

“Hi.” He greeted sleepily.  

“Hi.” I repeated as I combed my hand through his hair, brushing out some of the messier strands. His eyes fell shut again, his head leaning into my actions.

“That feels nice.” He purred, his voice muffled by the pillow making me giggle. Shawn’s eyes snapped open at the sound, his grin growing bigger, “I had a dream about you last night.”

“Was it good?” I jumped at the feeling of his hand on my thigh, fingers tickling my bare skin as they slid higher and higher under the hem of grey long-sleeved shirt I stole from his suitcase before falling asleep.

“Very.” I expected him to say more but he didn’t. Instead his head fell to my shoulder, his lips leaving hot little kisses along the exposed skin there. I tilted my head, giving him more room meanwhile his fingers finally found their place at the hem of my underwear.

“Seems like it.” I choked on my words when two of his long fingers dipped under the band. Well, someone was eager.

“You were doing some wonderful things with your mouth.” It sounded like he was trying to hold back his own groans, “I feel like I should pay you back.”

Cursing under my breath, I hooked my leg over his so his hand had more room. He quickly took this to his advantage, finding the sensitive spot that made me shiver.

I felt his smirk against my shoulder, “Is this okay?”

Breathless, I nodded. My hand found his hair, guiding him up our lips could meet in a gentle kiss. Shawn hummed contently, his fingers starting their leisurely work on me. We kissed for as long as we could, keeping the same painfully steady pace until the burning in our lugs became too much to handle.

Biting my lip, my breath hitched again as he fit a particularly great spot. Shawn watched my face with lazy eyes, figuring out what felt good for me so he could do it again and again. The grip on his hair tightened as the pressure deep in my stomach continued to build.

“Does this feel good, Baby?” His smirk was back, chuckling at the spew of curses I mumbled under my breath, the palm of his large hand rubbing against me every time his fingers ventured deeper. This happened a few more times before the pressure finally caved in, sending waves washing over my body. My hand caught his, stilling his actions, every little feeling severally heightened by pleasure.

I let out a tiny whimper when he pulled his fingers away, my legs clamping closed at the emptiness. A dirty thought popped into my mind as Shawn went to clean his hand like he normally did. I quickly grabbed his hand, slipping his two digits into my mouth. His mouth fell open, and while the taste wasn’t the best, I pushed past it, enjoying the look of pure shock on his face as I sucked off the wetness, my eyes not once dropping from his wide ones.

“Shit, Alex.” He let out his own curse, desire burning in his eyes as he pulled his fingers free. My face burned hotter than the sun, knowing that was probably the dirtiest thing I’ve done which is pretty lame. But Shawn didn’t seem to care. Grabbing my hips, he rolled onto his back, dragging me on top of him.

“Want to recreate some of my dream?” Shawn asked with a cheeky wink, his cockiness fading when I pushed back against his hardness making me laugh.

“Sure.”

*smashes through a window*

DO YOU EVER WONDER WHY

*chainsaws a couch in half*

THIS MUSIC GETS YOU HIGH

*punches a goldfish*

IT TAKES YOU ON A RIDE

*robs a bank*

FEEL. IT. WHEN. YOUR

*shoots the archduke franz ferdinand*

BODY STARTS TO ROCK

*lassos obama*

IF YOU CANT STOP

*resurrects walt disney*

AND THE MUSIC’S ALL YOU GOT

*reunites nsync*

THIS. MUST. BE.

*establishes world peace*

POP.

Dirty Pop (Pop)
N'Sync
Dirty Pop (Pop)

30 Day Music Challenge

Day Eight: A Song You Liked When You Were Younger

 Pop

Artist: N-Sync

 I use to make mix CDs a lot when I was younger, and on every one of them this song was on there– this song and “Who Let the Dogs Out.” It’s still a great song. JC was my favourite; and still is.

Fic: Conversation Hearts

Summary: Phil gets a box of candy hearts for Valentine’s Day and decides to share them with Dan.
Word Count: 933
Tags: Valentine’s Day, Tooth-Rotting Fluff
Author’s Note: I wrote this absolute, literally tooth-rotting fluff on a plane tonight (coming home from vacation) to keep myself from being bored & figured I may as well share it. Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!


Conversation Hearts

Dan was shuffling down the hallway toward the kitchen, scratching his stomach and yawning, when suddenly his lunatic of a flatmate rounded the corner from the lounge and demanded, “Be mine!”

Dan stopped walking and his mind slogged along at a pre-coffee pace. “Be your what?”

“Be mine!” Phil insisted again, and then held out a green candy heart with those words printed on it in all caps. He giggled, his tongue showing briefly to one side. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Dan took the candy heart and groaned, “It is too fucking early for this.”

“It’s past noon,” Phil supplied cheerfully, but Dan just shot him a dirty look. He popped the candy heart in his mouth and crunched it. “Tastes like a sugar cube made of chalk.” But Phil just grinned.

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I’ll spare you the dirty caption popped into my head.