drops to the floor

"Don't you dare."

Hey, guys! So this was based on a prompt I saw on Tumblr, I hope you like it! It’s pure fluff :)  


You drop your backpack on the floor with a huff and flop onto Peter’s bed. Your boyfriend’s typing stalks briefly as he hears you, and he swivels around in his chair to look at you. He smiles softly at your defeated, yet still tense body. “Rough day?" 

You groan into the pillow in response, and Peter chuckles again. A couple of seconds later though, his face grows serious. "What happened?” he asks. 

Picking your face up from the pillow, you roll over onto your back so you’re looking up at your boyfriend. “You know that math test I’ve been studying for for days?" 

Peter nods. "Yeah." 

"Failed it.”

His jaw drops. “What?” You nod disappointedly in confirmation. “But-you were so prepared!" 

You snort and roll over onto your side. "Yeah, well Mr. Kaminski decided to be an ass and out stuff we haven’t learned before in it. 

Peter leans back in his chair and crosses his long legs in front of him. He folds his arms across his chest as he waits for you to continue: You wouldn’t be curled up like that unless something worse has happened. After a couple more seconds of silence, you move your hand up close to your face. "My locker got moved,” you mutter. 

Peter blinks in surprise. He thought it was going to be a lot worse than that. “Well that’s not that bad!" 

"It got moved next to Flash." 

"Oh." 

You bury your face further into the nice, Peter-scented pillow. "Yeah. ‘Oh.’" 

Pursing his lips, Peter stands up and crawls onto the bed next to you. "Hey.” When you don’t look up, Peter sets a gentle hand on your cheek. “Hey, look at me." 

Reluctantly, you turn your head to look up at him. His eyes twinkle with mischief, and you frown briefly before realizing what he’s up to. You deadpan. "Don’t you dare." 

He raises his eyebrows. "I’m gonna do it." 

"No!” you squeal. You go to cover your eyes, but Peter catches hold of your wrists before they even get over your chest. “Let me be mad, Peter! Come-" 

Peter flashes you his most endearing smile. 

And, of course, you smile back. You don’t even hesitate. 

Peter laughs triumphantly and throws his hands in the air. You try (and fail) to frown up at him. "Jerk,” you mutter. 

“Aw.” He lays down next to you and pulls you into his arms so the two of you are practically nose-to-nose. “You love it,” he whispers, still smiling cheekily. 

“Do not.” You pout. Peter reaches up and squeezes your nose, and you giggle. He smiles again, and smiling to yourself, you scoot forward so your torsos are pressed together and your head is in the crook of his neck. Peter’s arms tighten around you and he kisses your hair tenderly. 

“I love you,” you whisper. 

He smiles to himself and closes his eyes. “I love you to.”

HEY DARLINGS!

Sorry I’ve been MIA for so long, but I came up with a great game for you guys!

This is just a fun game, not super serious for gaining, but it’s still got a little of that fattening flair!

Great British Bake Off- The Drinking Game

(And were drinking heavy cream, of course!)

I’ve recently gotten hooked on this show, it’s on Netflix, 10/10 would recommend. Everytime one of these things happens, take a shot of cream!

• Paul or Mary says “Good Bake”

• Paul does nothing but critique a dish, but sweet old Mary find something nice to say about it

• Every time Mary reminds you of your grandmother 

•Everytime someone uses an ingredient you’ve never heard of 

• “Under baked”

• Mel or Sue make a pun

• Something they bake actually makes your stomach growl

• Mel or Sue make an innuendo 

• Someone sits on the floor to stare into their oven

• Someone drops a baked good

• Three shots of cream if you correctly predict star baker

HAVE FUN!

Story Six

The first time, our first time, will be her first time. I sit on the bed as she walks out the bathroom, body wet, shiny drops race down her soft skin and mark the light carpet. White towel tucked high under her arms, I can tell she’s scared, but I know she wants this as much as I do.

She stalls at the end of the bed, bites her lip and says “Daddy, will you be gentle with me?” and smiles the cutest little smile I’ve ever seen. She drops her face towards the floor then looks up at me, her dark skin and that gorgeous black hair “I’m ready Daddy”

I stand, take off my shirt and turn her around to face the floor to ceiling mirror, I wrap her long hair in my fist and I pull the towel away from her taught young body. Only the light from the bathroom spills across part of the room, but I catch her bright eyes peeking at us in the mirror and I smile. I pull her hard against my body and softly kiss her shoulder and neck.

I feel her little hands grabbing at my belt, trying to undo it, reaching in for my cock, desperate to feel me swelling inside her tiny hole. She’s pictured this a thousand times, but things will play out differently than she thinks. I reach down and flick her hands out the way, pull out my belt and step back.

“Bend over and touch the mirror Babygirl, palms flat and look at me”. She does as she’s told and waits, shaking, desperately trying to prepare for what’s about to take place. I know she’s scared, I know she’s needs tenderness, but I need this Angel to know who I am. I step up behind her and slide my hard cock between her thighs, over her dripping lips and across her clit, She moans with such lust I can barely restrain myself from ripping her apart. I slide my cock back and forth, over and back to feel her drip and her lips grab at my meat.

I want this to last, I want her to remember this night and measure every moment after it against this one. The sounds leap from her mouth and into the air of that shamefully expensive hotel room, I feel her moveup and down my shaft wondering when I’ll fuck her, when will I take what’s mine and what she’s saved just for me. Not yet, not until she knows she’s needed.

I double my belt up and wrap it around her neck then tighten, pull her head around and press my throbbing cock deep into her pretty little mouth. She can taste herself, she can taste her own pussy all over my cock and starts to suck me deeper inside and moan and gag with delight. I let go of the belt and lift it in the air, then rip it across her tight ass. She tries to scream with a mouth full of me “Who’s girl are you” I growl at her wide eye face. I pull my cock out and she cries “Daddddyyyy” she knew this was coming, we talked about it, she actually begged for it. “I said, who’s fucking girl are you” and ripped the belt across the base of her back,

I could see the welt rise instantly. “I’m your girl Daddy, I’m Daddy’s good girl, only yours” Her legs were shaking, she was quivering, her mouth was red and covered in drool from me stuffing my cock into her throat.

I lift her head and drag her back against the mirror, tighten my grip and hear the belt tension. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is open too.

Get ready, you’re Daddy’s girl now.

anonymous asked:

What is wrong with this fandom? We all hear Niall's moan and our panties drop so fast there's a hole in the floor around our ankles! Lol I still much rather hear the real thing in person cause I don't see him as a moaner. I see him more as a huff and puffer but uh 👉 thanks for killing me Justine!

PLSSSS HE MOANS LIKE THAT IN PUBLIC!!! I BET YOU EVERYTHING HE MOANS EVEN BETTER IN BED AHHHHHHH

do you think taako ever puts his hand out unthinkingly for a high five, but then realises nobodys standing next to him, and lowers it in confusion

do you think that while hes cooking he ever holds out a bowl or a tray and just drops it on the floor, and then stands there staring at it and wondering why he expected someone to catch it

do you think he ever absentmindedly taps out a rhythm with his fingers and feels like the pattern is incomplete, and gets irritated that nobody joined in, but then why did he think someone would

Things Ryder has definitely done at some point with the Tempest’s suspended walkway between the bridge and the research room:

  • done their best Dramatic Commander turn-on-heel and stalk away from the bridge after giving an order
  • tried to start a fashion show
  • took a running start and slid down in their socks
  • sat on the edge and ate snacks while their legs dangled
  • tossed stuff down/up at people who are walking by (whether it was that tool they were asking for, or snack bits as they pass by)
  • started a fashion show with Liam and a sleep-deprived Gil
  • staged a dramatic sword/lightsaber fight (but with whom?)
  • space bowling??
  • hopped off the side to avoid a conversation or meeting reminder (or just to look cool) (luck was in their favor the first two times, but then they got cocky and sprained their ankle on the third try)
  • fashion show now with guest stars Suvi and Kallo
  • special guest star when Cora refuses to change her route for their shenanigans
  • dropped something onto the floor below while Too Damn Tired and just kinda slowly sank to their knees and then their chest until they’re laying down with their arm dangling over the side, reaching, until Vetra finally walks by, “Oh thank god you’re here, your arms are long and beautiful. Can you please pick that up and just. put it in my hand.”
  • tried to use biotics/jump jet to do some cool wall bounce from the first floor onto the walkway, estimated any aspect of that wrong, crashed into the opposite wall, and crawled to medbay
  • sat on the side with their legs gently swaying, listening to the hum and beep of the ship
Licking the Carpets Clean

Background: The party had just moved into an abandoned keep and were a few days into restoring it to a liveable condition. It is now late in the evening and the hired housekeeper, a mid-twenties human woman, comes out of the kitchen to bring a quickly prepared dinner to the group. She had been receiving some grief from our tiefling paladin about the floors not being clean enough to eat off of all day. So when she sets the food before us she mutters under her breath, “I swear, if anyone drops any of this on the floor I will make you eat it off the floor and/or lick the carpets clean.”

Me (human druid): Do I hear this.

DM: It was muttered loud enough that you could hear it with your passive perception, yes. 

Druid: I would like to cast feather fall on the housekeeper and then make an attack roll to trip her with my staff.

DM: Okay, make an attack roll vs her dexterity saving roll, with advantage thanks to feather fall.

Druid: rolls 17 

DM: Well she rolled a 5 and an 11, so as she turns back towards the kitchen you lower the end of your staff catching it between her feet and she falls to the ground, quickly at first and then softly as feather fall takes affect. 

Everyone: (silence)

Druid: I look down at the housemaid, smirk, and then with my -2 modifier to charisma say, “Oops looks like I dropped you on the floor, I guess I will have to lick your carpet clean.“ 

(Everyone looks to me and then the DM, stunned, as this is the first time ever playing my character has done anything like this, usually being the serious one of the group)

DM: Roll a straight charisma check, with disadvantage. 

Druid: First roll Natural 20, second roll… another Nat 20!!

DM: Seriously, she rolled a 2 for her charisma saving throw!

Druid: The druid leans further down to her ear and whispers, "your quarters or mine”.

(Everyone loses it at this point.)

(The housekeeper and my druid have been dating ever since and may have a little one on the way.)

His Throne [JHS]

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Jung Hoseok on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Hoseok, dom!Hoseok, thigh riding

Written by: Admin Jifairy

A/N: So I figured since I just turned 18, I should challenge myself and write my first smut! It kinda totally sucks, but what can ya do?  PCs to vikttoria16.

Version: Jimin | Jungkook | Namjoon | Yoongi | Seokjin | Taehyung


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Jung Hoseok, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Hoseok demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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A long time ago, I worked at a big-box store, pulling boxes off trucks, stacking them on pallets, and sending the pallets out to the sales floor to stock. It was hot, tiring, and not particularly fun, but they paid me, so that was good enough.

I had a coworker that those of us in the warehouse liked to call Crackhead. Crackhead wasn’t really a bad guy, but his choice of vice was really beginning to affect those around him. Unfortunately, he had an industrious, git-‘er-done attitude, which management absolutely loved; if a supervisor told him to run head-first into a brick wall, he’d do it with a smile. Which, I suppose, isn’t all that bad either, at least as far as management is concerned. Except… “charging head-first into a brick wall” was his go-to strategy. If the boxes on the beat-up conveyor belt got stuck, his solution was to shove as hard as he could, slamming the boxes into each other until something broke or fell off and everything started moving again. Of all the breakage we experienced that wasn’t broken in transit, 90% of it was from Crackhead. We lost gallons of paint because he wanted to know what the bottom of the paint box looked like. We lost a case of shampoo because he opened it to see what it smelled like, and dropped it on the cement floor. We even lost our lunch hour once because he somehow broke the time-clock so we couldn’t clock in or out for lunch, and told management that everyone had “totally had taken lunch already” and “oh man, those guys are so lazy, they want two lunch breaks.”

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Handyman (m)

Word count: 9.4k

Genre/Warnings: smut, angst, sub!Jimin, dirty talk

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: Jimin is your landlord’s son. After one stressful day he comes to fix your shower for you. You find yourself constantly thinking about him. Could he be the perfect submissive? (here’s some lovely Jimin moans for the occasion: credit to owner)

I’ve been working on this for forever so i’m excited about it! :)

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Sunday Morning

Summary: A young man and a young woman run into one another on a Sunday morning at a coffee shop, both of them heartbroken, and rediscover what it means to love and be loved. Bucky x Reader 

 Author’s Note: I’ve been working on this one for a bit. It’s basically the feel-good romance no one ever expected me to write (me included) 

 Words: ~2900

Originally posted by writingandcoffeehouse

Bucky used to love Sunday mornings. They were meant for sleeping in, for curling against the soft, tender body that slept next to him.

They’d had five years of Sunday mornings, of her soft sighs in his ear as she stirred from her sleep, bright green eyes blinking sleepily up at him as he kissed her plush, pink lips. Five years of Sunday mornings, of making coffee in a pair of boxers; of her arms wrapping around him from behind, a soft cheek against his bare back. Five years of Sunday mornings, of sitting at the breakfast bar in their pajamas, her thumb wiping jelly off the corners of his mouth.

Five years of Sunday mornings, wasted.

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How we rolled up the carpet so we could dance
A collaboration for @capreversebb Captain America Reverse Big Bang 2017​

Art by SulaSafeRoom (Ao3)
Fic by rohkeutta (Ao3)

Artwork rating: G
Fic rating: Explicit
Word count: 7.8K
Relationship: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes
Warnings: Canon-typical violence, explicit smut

Steve’s already showered and changed into sweats and a tank top, his hair still sticking up in cowlicks. When Bucky drags himself to the couch, still in his uniform with soot on his face, Steve takes one look at him in the soft glow of the living room lamp and opens his arms.

 Bucky drops the shield on the floor and crawls over Steve’s legs to collapse on top of him, tucks his face under Steve’s chin and exhales. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

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two rotten apples [m] | pt. 2

credit: x.

❛❛we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this❜❜ AU

COUNT → 17.686

GENRE → smut | eventual angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | spanking mention | mild cum play | explicit language | male and female masturbation | penetration | erotica mention | public sex | restraints | dry humping | graphic dirty talk 

LINKS → 1 | 2 | COMING SOON


The second the timer on the drying machine went off to alert you of your shirt finally being dry enough to wear, the band from its neckline snapped against your shoulders when you slipped it back on. You pulled some of the cotton material to your nose, trying to see if it still even faintly smelled like beer.

Unlike your underwear which just smelled like cum and farts.

The farts courtesy of Jungkook. Well, you didn’t know if he actually farted, but he just naturally smelled like that to you—like old beans and moldy cheese.

You’d spent the past two hours in the laundry room in nothing but a bra and your loose-fitted skirt. It still hadn’t hit you yet—at least not entirely—that you had let your next-door neighbor spank and bone the living shit out of you. That was something you were going to put on your list of stupid-things-you’ve-done-but-did-anyway-for-some-reason. Maybe his mother could relate after giving birth to him. You were pretty sure she found him just as annoying as you.

But then everyone else thought rainbows shined out of his ass.

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Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 4818

Warnings: Kinky Filth, NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female Receiving)

Notes: Honestly, I’m kinda mixed about this entire thing? I don’t think it’s as good as some of the other stuff I’ve written. The idea was so good for this too! I got the idea from an episode of Attack of Titan while I was in my slump. So, please, any feedback ya’ll have would be appreciated.

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