genre: smut


Originally posted by kths

Note:  This stemmed from my four sentence posts that grew into something else entirely.  Just a lot of filth and smut tbh.  This is unedited and rushed, so warning for the bad smut.  

Summary:  You are honor-bound to do your duty as a princess and marry for the good of the kingdom.  Marriage, like many things in your life, is meant to serve a purpose.  But you know you should be grateful because there are far worse fates than being engaged to marry Prince Taehyung.  ~Royalty AU~




Taehyung is the picture of etiquette and genteel charm during your maternal aunt’s harvest ball.  He dances with the appropriate family members and ladies of the court, but remembers to pay special attention to you, his wife-to-be. He maintains the proper distance during customary dances, hands finding their exact position on non-scandalous places on your body as he was taught to do from an early age.  

Ideal, the members of your court believe.  He is ideal.  You and Taehyung are the perfect match, a beautiful couple to join two kingdoms together through marital bliss.  And you don’t disagree with them for a second.  Despite only just having met the prince (whom you were contracted to marry since birth) for the first time last year, he had not faltered with sending you correspondence – a fact that sends your ladies-in-waiting into swooning fits and gossip.  

You can’t count the number of times they beg to read the letters, and each time you tell them on no uncertain terms that the letters are yours and yours alone.  They remain locked in a secret cabinet back at the castle.  So your ladies-in-waiting are left to imagine what Taehyung writes, their guesses sounding inane to your ears when they titter about romance and love at first sight.  

They don’t need to know that in every letter Taehyung writes, in perfect penmanship no less, he describes how he imagines deflowering you on your wedding night.  

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Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Alive

Title: Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Alive
Author: loveglowsinthedark
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 6,100
Summary: Potter escorts me home, presses me into my front door and kisses me with a ferocity that’s exhilarating. // And then Potter asks me, in a growl that makes my cock throw a wet tantrum in my pants, how many more dates I would deem mandatory before I let him fuck me. // I drag Potter to bed.

In case the title doesn’t completely give it away, this fic has Hung!Harry. :D And Draco’s equally proportional obsession with Harry, and Harry’s, um, person.

Seriously though, Draco’s POV as he goes on and on (and on!) about Harry is hilarious, it’s sexy (funny and sexy!) and then the fic is incredibly sweet too. Ohh, and Harry is SUPER charming. :D

Naughty or Nice | Ashton Irwin Smut

“Babe, come here! I have to ask you something!” You continue to angrily spoon out your homemade sugar cookies onto the baking sheet, ignoring your boyfriend’s cries. Ashton had begged and begged and begged for you to bake him something. Now that you finally were, he was acting as if baking from scratch didn’t take time. You had been in the kitchen for no more than forty five minutes and Ashton was suddenly attention starved. His questions were actually really cute at first. Then you realized he had an infinite amount of them. If he wanted to ask you something, he could get his ass off the couch. “I’m busy, Ashton. These are almost ready to go in,” You snap. “They’re for you, remember?”

“But it’s important this time!” You don’t reply until the oven’s slammed shut with two racks of cookies inside. You planned on making the icing while the cookies baked, but since Ashton’s problem was so pressing, you decide to go check on him.

“What is it, drummer boy?” You wipe your floury hands on your apron and stand just outside of the kitchen. You’ll be so pissed if he makes you burn the cookies. An annoyingly cute Ashton perks up from the couch, giving you a dimpled smile.

“There you are! C’mere,” He motions for you to join him on the couch. Reluctantly, you trudge forward. You realize then that Ashton has something behind his back. “Sit and you can see.” Rolling your eyes, you plop down. “Ash, I don’t have time for your—”

“Naughty,” Ashton interrupts you, holding up a sheer lace negliee in deep red. The plunging neckline would leave little to the imagination. Neither would it’s matching thong, which also happened to be adorned with a big red bow on the back. “Or nice,” He continues, holding up the less racy of the two. You’d still look sexy if you picked the pale pink satin bra and crotchless boyshorts. That’s why he bought it out for you. Ashton liked giving you choices. It wouldn’t be fair if he didn’t, if sex was all about him. He places the two ensembles on your lap. “Choose wisely and go get dressed.”

“Ash I— what about the cookies?”

“Choose wisely and go get dressed.” He repeats sternly, as if reprimanding a child. You raise your eyebrow, but Ashton simply shoos you away. So he finally means business. En route of the bedroom, you stand up almost too quickly. Ashton chuckles as you scurry past him, cheeks burning red. “I’ll take care of everything, love.” He calls after you. “Be a good girl and wait for me.”

You lean against the bedroom door, biting your lip as you try to make a decision. How could you “choose wisely,” without knowing what either ensued? Maybe that was the fun in this. Whatever “this,” was. Taking a deep breath, you hold your selection to your chest and toss the other on the bed for later. Hopefully, you were making the right choice.

Once you’ve changed into the “naughty” outfit, admired the way the bow compliments your ass, and applied that red lipstick Ashton loves, you lay back on the bed, trying to contain your excitement. Thousands of questions swirled around your mind and even though there was no point in speculating what Ashton had planned for you, you couldn’t help yourself. Maybe he’d spank you. Maybe he’d make you ride him. Maybe he’d use those clamps he got for you. These were all the things you’d been waiting for ever since Ashton returned from tour. Ashton had been treating you like a princess. It wasn’t something most girls could complain about, but you knew Ash was holding back his more dominant side to make sure you were taken care of. You loved compliant Ashton, who would eat your pussy under the dinner table and gave you massages and washed your hair in the shower. But you also liked when Ashton was bruising your hips or leaving bright red marks on your ass or fucking you hard through an orgasm, making you see stars.

“I pegged you as more of a nice girl,” Ashton’s voice pulls you from your reverie. He stands in the doorway, trying his best to sound disappointed in you. The erection straining against his jeans takes away from the effect and you both know it. “Then again,” Ashton continues, eyes landing on the hand resting just above your panties. “It’s obvious that you can’t follow simple orders. Can’t even handle ten minutes alone without playing with yourself.” Despite the fact that you had no intentions of doing so, you knew that’s where you would’ve ended up had Ashton left you alone any longer.

“I want you standing for this part,” your boyfriend commands. His expression is absolute sex, those gorgeous hazel eyes of his now dark with lust. As soon as you get to your feet, Ashton pushes your tiny frame roughly against the wall. His hand tangles into the back of your hair, giving it two teasing pulls before drawing you close as if he’s going to kiss you. He doesn’t. Instead, he tugs your thong down to your ankles and smirks at your body’s response. The air is cold against your newly exposed skin and you whimper, begging him to make a move. Feeling a bit generous, Ashton kisses you. Hard. Your lips part submissively and his tongue explores your mouth, hot, passionate, and dominating against yours. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away.

“That lipstick makes you look like a fucking whore,” Ashton growls, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Ashton tilts his head to the side, studying you thoughtfully. “Are you a whore?” His fingers trace hot patterns onto your stomach, moving agiley your slick pink lower lips. Suddenly, he slips two fingers inside of you. You gasp and arch your back off the wall. With the hand that wasn’t fingering you, Ashton slams your hips back down. You gasp and groan and writhe to no avail; Ashton keeps his iron grip on you all while thrusting his nimble fingers in and out of you in perfect rhythm. He places his swollen lips right under your ear. “Answer me.”

“I—I—” You’re at a loss for words with Ashton fingerfucking you like it’s nothing. He speeds up and places his thumb on your clit. That does it. Your knees give out and you slide to the cold, hardwood floor. You can barely meet Ashton’s eyes for fear of his disapproval. The sound of him undoing his belt catches your attention, however. Ashton chuckles darkly. “I’m taking that as a yes,” He hastily kicks off his pants and boxers. Having already discarded his shirt somewhere in your haze, Ashton stands before you completely naked. His cock is fully erect and throbbing and just waiting for your pretty little mouth to work its magic. You want to hear Ashton say it though. The command comes a few seconds later. “Suck.”

You decide it’s best not to tease him so you opt to take him all at once. Unfortunately for both of you, it doesn’t work. Your eyes instantly begin to water and you try recover by fighting your gag reflex while pumping what you can’t fit into your mouth. Needless to say, Ashton is not pleased. This time he takes you by the hair to pull you off of him. He almost looks furious. “Since you’ve obviously forgotten how to give a proper blow job, I guess I’m going to have to take over.” Ashton retrieves his belt from the pile of clothes and wordlessly binds your hands together with it. When he’s finished he scans your face for any signs of fear or hesitation, giving you that dimpled smile you know and love as you reassure him
with a tiny peck on the cheek.

Jesus Christ, he loves you so much. If you didn’t get him shit for Christmas, he’d be glad because just look at what you’ve already done for him. Blushing slightly, he clears his throat. He’s back in dom mode when he tells you to  open wide. Ashton Fletcher Irwin is about to fuck your mouth.

Ash does most of the work for you. He holds your head steady and he thrusts his hips rhythmically and he fills you to the hilt and pulls your hair tighter every time he pounds into you. Just keeping your jaw slack and moaning around his dick is enough to keep him satisfied. Within minutes, Ashton’s abs go rigid and he can feel his impending orgasm washing over his entire body. His thrusts slow until he pulls out of your mouth completely to give himself three hard strokes before he finishes in long spurts all over on your face and chest. “Fucking hell,” He whispers, bracing his hands on the wall as he tries to steady his breathing. He’s wrecked. His entire body is rosy pink and covered in a slick sheen of sweat. His lips are puffy and swollen. His curly hair is matted to his forehead. You lick your lips then, wanting to taste as much of him as possible. You moan ferally. He’s so sweet.

“Babe?” Ashton joins you on the ground, stroking your hair gently, as if he’s afraid you might break. He uncinches the belt around your wrists and begins peppering kisses on each them. “You did so fucking great,” He murmurs against your left palm. “Yeah?” You can’t help but smile at his romantic side already shining through. He giggles when you poke one of his dimples.

“Yeah. Especially for a naughty girl.”

The Party Don't Start Till I Walk In

Phil didn’t really like to go out to gatherings all too often, mainly because he was content with sitting at home with Dan, spending lazy mornings together watching cooking shows and sipping tea.

They were always too busy to go out as well, seeing as they not only had to create and edit videos, but they also had to work at the BBC some days, not to mention that they were afraid someone might find out that they’re together.

Dan decided that they needed to socialize, however, and so he planned a YouTube gathering of his own; in their flat this time.

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Jai Brooks Smut -requested

this is really playful and kinda smutty, and idk it’d be nice to have a relationship where we could joke around this much. ps i apologize for typos

You and Jai were chilling at your house, being lazy butts and watching cliché Christmas movies together while cuddling on the couch. The two of you were currently watching Love Actually. When the scene about making a porno came on, you felt Jai harden against your leg. Your tired drooping eyes were suddenly wide.

“Seriously Jai,” You said laughing. “They’re having dry sex and you get off from that?” You couldn’t stop giggling.

“Babe!” Jai complained. “This is not funny” He said, burying his face in your neck.

“Sorry!” You told him, then adding under your breath that you weren’t actually sorry.

Jai sat up, “What was that?” He asked, getting a mischievous look in his brown eyes.

“Nothing!” You cried out playfully.

“I think it was definitely something and for that you are getting punished!” He said, his fingers going straight to your side, resulting in you being tickled. “Say you’re sorry y/n” You shook your head, refusing to give in. “Well then I guess I’ll have to punish you in a more, uh, convincing way.” Jai said, wiggling his eye brows.

You giggled. “Well I suppose.” Jai picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, running off to your bed. You lightly smacked his ass, considering it was right in front of your face.

“Hey!” He shouted.

“Hey!” You shouted back as he dropped you on the bed. Jai quickly stripped his shirt off and climbed onto the bed so he was hovering over you. You bite your lip, eyes filling up with lust. “This punishment seems a lot better.”

Jai helped you remove your shirt and bra. He then started feeling up your boobs, tugging slightly and pinching your nipples while fiercely kissing you. Your hands were lightly pulling at his soft hair. Jai began kissing down your neck, moving one of his hands down to your panties, rubbing your cilt roughly. You lightly traced the tattoos on his arm. You moaned as Jai started doing figure eight motions rather than a rough circle. Soon enough, you orgasmed making your head fall back in pure ecstasy. After quickly coming down from your high, you sat up, making Jai lay back. He pulled off his pants as you grabbed a condom from your bedside table and ripped the package open, sliding it onto Jai’s dick.

You removed your underwear and then slowly lowered yourself onto Jai. You started off at a slow pace, eventually getting into a face rhythm. Jai slapped your butt as you went up and down, smirking slightly as in saying payback. Jai was becoming a moaning mess and eventually he orgasmed.

Since both of you didn’t cum, Jai flipped you back over so you were underneath him. He then began pounding mercilessly into you. “JAI!” You screamed out in pleasure. He began to thrust faster, your moans encouraging him to do so. “I’m going to cum.” You said shakily.

“Wait.” Jai said, you nodded, not being able to talk with out moaning. “Ok, ready? Three. Two. One.” You both released at the same time, your body withering around Jai. Jai stopped holding himself up and plopped down on you.

You made an ‘oof’ noise at the sudden weight. Jai chuckled and kissed your nose, rolling off of you. “I love you Jai.” You told him, cuddling into his side.

“I love you too Y/N” He replied, wrapping his arm around you. With that you both fell asleep peacefully in each other’s arms. 

strangers in the night

Emma doesn’t know who he is, but she can’t stay away from him. Post-3x11. Was supposed to be PWP, but that didn’t quite work out. nc-17. enjoy….

He had kissed her.

The evidently unbalanced and out-of-work actor and/or leather fetish enthusiast who’d turned up on Emma Swan’s doorstep at 8:15 am this morning with a wild story about her family being in danger (clearly he had no idea that she was an orphan; what kind of stalker was he if he hadn’t even done his homework?) had actually kissed her. And for some wild moment that unsettled and intrigued her in a way that was definitely impossible to explain, she had kissed him back. She had closed her eyes and turned her face up, tasted his lips on hers, felt his hand tangled in her hair, and at some impossible level it had been right – it had felt as if he was telling the truth, as if they fit together, as if something deep inside her desperately did want to catch fire and awaken to him. But that, of course, was insane. That was when sense kicked back in, she applied a knee where it hurt, and slammed the door on him while he was still rabbiting on about how they really were in danger and she had to remember. Bullshit. Her family was right here.

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Locker Room imagine *light smut*


        (y/c) = your crush (y/n) = your name (y/f) = your friend
For the longest time, you had had a crush on the cutest boy ever. His eyes and basically everything else gave you butterflies, but you didn’t only feel them in your stomach ;) One of your friends had dragged you to her boyfriend’s hockey game, so she could shove your loneliness down your throat (as usual). You had only agreed to go because you were pretty sure that (y/c) was on his team, and who would miss that opportunity?
They lost their game, and you were kind of disappointed. But you had gotten your fill, (y/c) was on the ice pretty much the whole time. For once, she had no reason to brag, since her boy-toy had been on the bench for most of the time.
After the game, the boys all headed to the locker room and you and (y/f) waited for her mom to pick the two of you up, but the roads were terrible, so she was going to be a while. One by one all the guys had left, and you and her were alone (or so you thought) in the arena waiting for her mom to finally show up.
“Want to take a peek at the guy’s change room before we have to leave?” She suggested with a mischievious grin.
“Sure,” you said, feeling just as adventurous as she was. The two of you quickly got out of your seats and headed for the change room. You stood with your hand on the door, bracing yourself for the horrible stench you knew was coming. As soon as you opened the door, (y/f) shoved you in and held it shut behind you. You heard her pulling a chair in front of the door, and you yelled at her.
“This isn’t funny! It reeks in here! Let me out!” But as much as you pleaded, she refused. You sighed and sat on a bench between the lockers, waiting for her to give in, when you heard the shower turn on. Thinking it was extremely creepy you went to check it out, thinking the shower was just messed up or something. But as soon as you got to the showers it turned off, and one of the curtains slid open. (y/c) walked out with a towel around his waist and a bead of water slowly racing down his gorgeous abs. He stopped mid towel tying, and stared at you wide-eyed, unable to find any words.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” You said, turning and walking towards the door.
“No, it’s fine! Stay!” He said quickly. You stopped and turned on your heel, to face him.
“Wait…why are you still here?”
“I hate showering with a bunch of other guys. And I could ask you the same thing,”
“I don’t see why,” you said with a smirk, “(y/f) and I are waiting for her mom to pick us up, and she locked me in here.”
“Us. She locked us in here,” he said, smiling at the ground. “Gosh (y/n), you’re eyeing me like a piece of meat.”
“Sorry,” you said, laughing. “I just, wow.” He laughed, not knowing how incredibly flawless he was.
“(y/n), you like me, right?” You thought you literally felt your heart stop. You tried to speak but no noise came out, thankfully, he continued. “Because I like you…like a lot. I think you’re absolutely incredible in every possible way.” The corners of your mouth pulled up into a smile, and you felt your cheeks flush. There was a warmth inside you that could only be caused by him. You nodded your head and smiled at him. He took a step closer, the two of you a foot apart rather than two.
“You played really well tonight,” you said, but instead of thanking you or saying anything at all, he leaned in and closed the gap between the two of you. He pressed his lips to yours, softly but so surely, and you felt like everything was right in the world, like all the pieces were all fitting together. He stepped ever closer to you, and your bodies pressed together, the warmth of his chest seeping into your forearms, which rested there. You moved your hands, which were resting on either side of his face, to his stomach to feel the rock hard abs you had admired for so long. You smiled into the kiss, unable to comprehend that this was really happening. RIght when things were slowing down again, his towel dropped from around his waist, and the two of you stood there, still pressed together. You didn’t notice until he pulled away quickly and used his hands to hide himself. As he leaned down to pick up the towel, you leaned next to his ear and whispered, “don’t”. He smiled and stood back up slowly, pushing you against a locker and planting kisses down your neck and over your collar bones. His hands slid down your torso and into the back of your shirt, and he began rubbing the small of your back. His hands were like fire on your skin, and he spread the flames everywhere he touched. He switched from touching your back to holding the hems of your shirt, and he slowly slid it up over your head, leaving you in a bra and leggings. He beamed a smile at you and kissed you again, his hands on the lockers beside you. Feeling risky, you took his hands and placed them on your breasts, smiling deviously up at him. He grinned right back, and you felt those butterflies again, but this time more intensely than any of the other times. He moved his hands in large circles, at first slowly and delicately, but gradually he went faster and more roughly. His kisses became more desperate, and you could hear a low moan building up in his throat. He pulled you away from the lockers and quickly pulled down your leggings, helping you step out of them. Thankfully that was the one night you had worn matching bra and underwear. He sat down on the bench and you sat in his lap, facing him, your legs on either side of him. You kissed him passionately, and you still couldn’t believe this was really happening. As your lips danced around each other, his hand slowly moved up your thigh. Beside the knee, inner thigh. Halfway up, inner thigh. All the way, on you. He snuck his hand into your panties, and you took a sharp breath in. He tested you first with one finger, and gradually slid in the other. He never took his eyes off of you, and you screamed…loudly. You forgot the entire world existed as he made you feel a way you had never felt before. You could feel him poking your leg, and felt kind of guilty. But with the things he was doing to you…the guilt didn’t last long. As you came he did too, just from making you feel that way. He kissed you hard, to quiet you down a bit. It didn’t work. The two of you got dressed in a comfortable silence, and you found the chair blocking the door to be gone. The two of you stepped out and you saw that (y/f) had already left. How long had the two of you been in there for?
“Well since your ride is gone, guess you’ll have to spend the night with me.” (y/c) said, smirking. “My parents aren’t home this weekend, and my house is within walking distance.”
“Well, lucky me.”
“Lucky you,” he said, taking your hand in his.

~Kayla c:

Santa Claus town ;) (Kellic Christmas One-Shot)

Oh God, okay. So here is a Christmas one shot. It’s…yeah. Let’s not take this seriously. Haha. Contains smut. BTW- This idea came straight from an anon. So thank you to them :)

Kellin’s POV:

Christmas eve! The shopping mall had been in complete chaos all night, and finally it was nearing midnight and most of the shoppers had left, just leaving a few to dawdle out through the various exits. I was here after taking on a job for some much needed money. This year I was your friendly neighbourhood Santa Claus. It was a pretty easy job. All I had to do was sit here and ask children what they wanted for Christmas. There were still kids lining up as the mall closed. What kind of parents bring their children to the mall at close to midnight on Christmas eve?

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