girls that growl

Kitchen Counter (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut.
Word count: 2.4k

Part two: Laundry Room. Part three: The Club.

Summary: “Baby, we’re in your parents’ kitchen.” You muttered, squeaking softly, trying to push his arm away with both of your hands, but he just kept pressing those fingers into your core. “That’s what makes it so naughty.” He whispered against your neck before his mouth wound up back against yours.


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  • Me: I need to focus on my studies and not get obsessed with a fandom again. University is more important!
  • Me: *goes and see's Beauty and the Beast multiple times, starts writing fanfiction and creating fan art for it too*
  • Me: ... fuck.
Give You What You Like [Stiles Lacrosse Week]

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 2, 781

Warnings: nsfw, very sinful + daddy kink 

A/N: So this is my fic for Stiles Lacrosse Week for @sarcasticallystilinski and @rememberstilinski, this would have been posted earlier but i’ve been super busy, but it’s finally here. 

listen to this song on repeat !!



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Prompt: Hi, not sure if all the spots have been filled, but if not I’d like to request something, please. Maybe Jason and a plus size reader and he is introducing her to his family because Alfred insists? If all the spots are full, I’m sorry for bugging you !


“Okay, what did the idiot do now?”

    You follow behind Jason, doing your best to keep up, while regretting your choice of shoes. What had started out as a wonderful anniversary dinner, had been rather abruptly ended when Jason had gotten an urgent SOS text.

    “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Todd.”

    You peek at the child from behind Jason, only to receive a scowl in return, “Who’s the girl?”

    Jason growls, “This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Sweetheart, this is my adoptive father’s demon spawn.” You give him a look and he clarifies, “Whose name is Damian.”

    You smile at the boy, “It’s nice to meet you, Damian.”

    He says nothing, and Jason starts in again before things get awkward, “What happened to Bruce? Alfred texted me saying the idiot had gotten hurt and you guys needed my help.”

    Damian’s eyes slide to you and Jason growls, “We’ve been dating for three years, she knows everything!”

    Damian’s eyes narrow, “And how do you know she can be trusted?”

    “Because I’m a good judge of character.”

    Damian stares at him for a moment, before saying “Please tell me you’re joking. Either way, I’ll take you to father.”

    You watch them go, slipping into the background before pulling out your phone. You return a few messages before someone clears their throat. You raise your head to meet the gaze of an older man who gives you a kind smile, “Miss Y/N, I presume. I am Alfred Pennyworth.”

    You smile and stand, before offering your hand, and saying “It’s so nice to meet you. Jason always has such amazing things to say about both you and your cooking.”

    He smiles, “Speaking of which, would you like some cookies? I just made a fresh batch.”

    You nod, before following him into the kitchen. You’re situated with three cookies and a glass of milk before the older man takes a seat across from you. “I’m terribly sorry to have interrupted your evening.”

    You swallow your bite of cookie before responding, “It’s no trouble. Family comes first.”

    “Still, three years is quite an accomplishment.”

    You smile, “Well Jason is amazing. He’s sweet, and thoughtful, and kind, and he’s a really good cook. You taught him well.”

    Alfred smiles, “Yes well, the text might have been a bit misleading. Master Bruce is perfectly fine, but Master Jason’s manners are not quite up to par. I have requested he bring you over several times and he kept finding excuses. If you live with a young lady, and have been dating her for three years, then you bring her home to meet your family.”

    Your smile falters a bit, but before you can do too much thinking, Jason bursts in, “I knew the old man had to learn that sneakiness from somewhere!”

    Alfred just smiles at Jason, holds up a plate, and asks, “Would you like a cookie?” Before he turns to you and says, “He used to always have to have a cookie before bed. I perfected my recipe within three months of him being here.”

    You burst out laughing and Jason groans. And you can’t help but think, this is a family you want to be a part of.

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✩ jb (im jaebum) x got7
✩ bad boy/pierced!au
rated x warning: sexual content–kinkiest scenario i’ve written so far so yeah… if it’s not your cup of hot coco, shoo!
✩ for @letsdofrench / @venjaeance :’)

The reputation your boyfriend held was personified from mere stereotypical advances. From his icy stare to his intimidating demeanor, his studded leather jacket to his ripped skinny jeans, and his revving motorcycle to his silver lip rings; Jaebum was defined as the town’s bad boy from his looks alone. You hated the fact that nearly everyone judged your beau for his appearance and not for the kind hearted man you fell in love with.

Quite truthfully, Jaebum was nothing but sweet and charming and a complete gentleman. A young man who was rough around the edges gave your cookie cutter town something to leer about. Looks didn’t define the charming man who opened doors for you, helped the elderly carry their groceries and volunteered at the animal shelter with you.

Im Jaebum was the definition of the sweetest guy in your eyes.

But those qualities weren’t the only reasons you adored him.

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Another flash of lightning filled the room, and it was soon followed by a deep roar of thunder a few seconds later; the sounds fell to deaf ears, however, for the couple was consumed with one another, their lips parting and smacking rhythmically. Their lower limbs were entwined beneath a thin, nearly translucent, duvet, and his body covered hers entirely, as if he were protecting her from the outside world. He pulled away for breath after a moment and hummed contently, nuzzling his nose into her neck, “I love kissin’ you; I never get tired of it.” He pressed his lips quickly to a pre-existing love mark, and she gave him a close lipped smile. She tucked rumpled patch of hair behind his ear while he gazed down fondly at her, memorizing every freckle and blemish she had.

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New Friends

“Life is worth living again. Another day, life is worth living again.” the last piano note was strummed lightly as Justin pressed down on the key, the sound echoing around the marble room of the entrance hall where his grand piano was displayed in the middle.

It wasn’t often that Justin took time to settle at the large piano and just sing some songs while I watched. He usually left that for the studio room upstairs but today was different for some reason.

Today he actually offered to sing something to me on the piano instead of me begging him like it would usually go down. Without hesitation I agreed, excited to hear the sweet sound of my boyfriends amazingly graceful voice as he sung a melody besides me on the bench. 

I smiled up at the handsome boy with love in my eyes, still so amazed and mesmerised by his talent and the fact that out of all the girls in the world, he picked me as the one he would give his love too. “You’re so amazing Jay.” It came out as a small whisper in the large room, my eyes locked on his honey ones. A smile etched on his face as he leaned slightly inwards, ridding of the space between us both. 

 "I could and will say the same for you.“ His tongue darted out of his mouth, moistening his dry lips in a swift movement. “How did I get so lucky to pick up such an amazing girl?” The simple question had my heart fluttering in my chest.

“The same way I got lucky to be picked up by such a talented guy.” I responded.

Without any more thought in our actions, we both leant forward, connecting our lips together in a familiar kiss that always managed to send shivers and sparks throughout my entire being. 

It started sweet and lovingly, his lips moulding with my own as they squirmed around with mine. The soft flesh of his lips leaving no corner unmarked. Sliding as close as the seat would allow me to over to Justin’s side, I just couldn’t seem to find the closeness I desired. I could never be too close to Justin. 

Finally being fed up with the feeling of distance between my boyfriends and my own bodies, I flicked my right leg up and swung it around his body until I was placed firmly in his lap - lips still fighting against each other. Justin moaned at the proximity of my legs wrapped around him, always being turned on by any contact my body made with his.

His hand that had previously tangled itself in my hair was slowly sliding down my body until it settled on my hip, just next to my butt. His fingers tapped at my hip, teasing me as the once sweet kiss quickly turned to one of hunger and lust. Goosebumps trailed from the area Justin’s fingers tapped at all the way to my core, setting me off as my moan vibrated throughout Justin’s mouth, he knew what was to come next. 

Hesitantly, his lips left mine and began trailing down to the skin on my collar bone, deciding that it was time to give my neck some attention. His mouth worked magics on my neck, biting and nipping at my sweet spot which Justin knew all too well. My head threw back in pleasurable desire, allowing him all the access he wanted to the sensitive area. 

Justin’s hands once again began to travel my body, his hands exploring every imperfection of it, and somehow making all my insecurities flutter away. Squirming down to my hip, his hand squeezed the flesh harshly before trailing further until it found its place at the waistband of my Nike shorts. 

He teased the area, playing around with the fabric, pulling on it to force the impression that he was going to remove them from my body before releasing it, causing it to slap back onto my skin. 

I moaned in aggravation against him, finally becoming impatient as his lustful side began to surface. The cocky, teasingly sexy side to the pop star. The one that everyone desired to get a taste at but couldn’t, since that was for my eyes and my eyes only. 

 "Stop teasing.“ I grunted through the pleasure his lips created, wanting nothing more then to just feel every part of his skin. His smirk recked against my neck in pride of the sexual frustration he brang me, knowing he could get me begging on my knees if he wanted to. For him, I would do anything for his attention, and he loved it.

“Patience, princess.” He rasped, his voice sending heat waves through my core, just begging for his touch. Slowly, his fingers inched down to the most sensitive part of my body. Fingers slipping under the waistband of my shorts and through my underwear until he was met with my heated womanhood. 

His touch sent pins and needles to the surface of my clit, his finger rubbing circles roughly causing my mouth to part and small pants to escape my lips. The smirk which rest on his face revealed just how much he really enjoyed watching me practically melt under his touch, all until he suddenly ripped his hand out of my shorts, bringing his finger up to his mouth. “You taste so good baby girl.” He growled into my ear.

An uncontrolled moan rolled off my lips at the raspiness of his voice and without warning, Justin placed his hands on my hips and lifted me off his lap, harshly placing me down on the keys of his grand white piano. As my weight hit the keys, the sound of the cords echoing around the entrance hall made me jump, creating a not so pleasant, out of range tune.

Justin chuckled at my reaction, standing up from the piano bench until he was aligned with my body, then quickly jerked my pants down my leg pulling my underwear along with it. Knowing exactly what was to come next, I lifted my arms to which Justin responded by tugging my shirt over my head, discarding both items of clothing in a pile on the floor.

As I reached behind me to unclasp my lace bra, Justin took the time I was occupied to pull off his shirt and pants and quickly ran to the bathroom on the ground floor, only to return with a condom.

Using his teeth to rip the packet open, he hurriedly pulled out the rubber item inside and began fumbling to remove his underwear. As his fingers played with the hem of his Calvins, I snatched the condom out of his grasp and waited impatiently for him to reveal himself to me.

Once he was standing fully nude, I quickly moved my hands forward to roll the condom on his large member, letting my hand linger an extra few seconds just to get his boner - which was already rock hard - going.

Soon, Justin’s whimpers began filling the echo-y room as my hands ran up and down his dick, begining slow before gradually picking up the speed. Once I felt Justins cock twitch in my hand and his eyes roll back, followed by his head, I was quick to stop pumping, and lift myself up slightly. 

Justin groaned in frustration, more then likely getting the impression that I had stopped pumping just to tease him, but it was far from that. And as I pulled him forward, using my hand to align his dick up to my opening, I think he finally realised that. 

His dark, lust filled eyes flickered up to mine for only a split second, before he suddenly took control, gripping my hips tightly before pounding into my tight heat. The strength and force in his action had me seeing stars, eyes rolling back in slight pain but mass pleasure. 

“Justin.” I groaned in a breath. It almost came off as a whisper, and Justin liked loud. 

“Louder baby, daddy can’t hear you.” He grunted, steadying a pace as he pounded into me.

“Justin!” I moaned just above an indoor voice. Justin bent over, placing his lips on mine for a quick peck, before slowly trailing down my jaw then landing on my neck, his teeth biting and nipping at the skin. My mind went into overdrive at the sensation, Justin smirking because he knew how sexy I found it when he left love bites. 

“One more time babygirl, I’m finding it hard to hear you over the sound of your wetness.”

Once more I opened my mouth, a small squeal escaping as Justin nipped the spot just above my breast, before a loud “Justin baby, Oh God!!” rolled off my tongue, a smirk playing on his lips.

“That’s right beautiful, you make sure you tell everyone who’s fucking you senseless right now.” His tone, raspy and amused, was enough to push my one step further, with my orgasm just around the corner, I couldn’t take it. Especially when Justin made the bold move of placing a finger on my clit, where he then began rubbing circles. 

“Sh-Shit!” 

“Ugh, God baby your so tight. You make me feel so fucking good.” He growled. 

Looking up towards his face, I couldn’t help but bite my lip at the sight. Justins hair was flipped slightly over his forehead from looking down on me as his eyes squeezed shut tightly. The light reflecting a small layer of sweat against his face, showing how hard he really was into making me feel good.

“Fuck your so hot Baby boy.” After saying this, I quickly sat up, grabbing a hold of Justin where I then wrapped my arms around his torso, digging my nails into his back as he continued. 

“I-I Can’t hold it i-in anymore princess. I’m gonna cum.” He moaned in a strained voice. I smiled, loving the effect we had on each other. 

“Cum for me Jay. C’mon baby.” I urged. 

After a few more strides, I began to feel his thrusts becoming sloppy as he moaned. His dick throbbing a few more times before finally, the warm liquid filled the condom, leaving me to only begin riding off my orgasm.

Justin being Justin, knew I had only began to reach my high and although he had just came himself, he continued to thrust in and out of me, until I couldn’t hold back anymore and made quick to remove Justin from inside of me. Justin quickly moved his arm forward and began rubbing my clit as the liquid from my ejaculation escaped my womanhood, creating a small puddle of arousal on the floor. 

You know he fucked you good when you squirt. 

Once my high had dropped, Justin and I where left a panting mess in each other’s arms. His hand still lay on my clit, a smirk on his face as he leaned down to kiss my forehead. “That was amazing sweetheart.”

“Gotta be on the top ten list.” I muttered, causing a chuckle to escape his throat. Justin stepped back, allowing me space to jump off the keys of the piano and bent down to pick up my shirt. 

Justin did the same, snatching my bra off the ground and handed it to me.

After fastening my bra, slipping on my underwear and shorts, it was just before I had slipped my shirt over my head when the front door suddenly slid open, Za, Khalil, Maejor, Kendall and Hailey all standing on the other side.

“Guess who’s just arrived and is hungry as shit! It’s Za bitches, your lifes just got bette- Holy shit!” 

Justin and I’s heads shot over to look at the intruders, quickly scurrying to tug on the remainder of our missing clothes. With my arousal still on the floor, Justin’s condom tied in a knot placed on the piano and our attempt to hide our revealed body parts with discarded clothes, it was more then obvious what had just gone down here. 

“Seriously guys?” Kendall groaned. 

“What do you mean seriously?!  You didn’t tell us y’all were coming over, and last time we checked, this was our house! We usually have privacy in here.” Justin stated. 

“Yeah but like…On the piano? Really?” Haileys face twisted in slight distraught. 

“Y’all just jealous.” I smirked, walking to the kitchen to roll up same paper towels.

“Damn Y/n! I didn’t know you were a squirter!” Za yelled as I re-entered the room to clean the mess on the floor.

“Ew Za…Just ew.” Hailey mumbled, shaking her head. 

“You know what, we’ll be in the theatre room. You all can join us once your done cleaning up the result of your fuck fest.” Khalil chuckled. They all nodded, all sliding past us and up the stairs, all except for Za, who had gone the opposite direction into the kitchen only to return with a packet of cheetos and a coke can.

Sending us a nod with a mouthful of cheetos, the spastic boy jumped up the stairs, skipping every other step. Once there was no more best friends to be seen, Justin and I looked back at each other both sighing before allowing small giggled to escape our lips. Justin slid forward, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulled me into a slightly sloppy kiss. 

Savouring every moment, I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed when he pulled away.

“Our friends are mentally challenged.” I giggled. Justin chuckled along to my offensive joke.

“I think we need a new address, so they don’t know where to find us and barge in on our sex life again.” Justin sighed.

“Stuff a new address, how about new friends?” I smiled.

“WE HEARD THAT!” Kendall shouted from upstairs.

Justin and I chuckled before reconnecting our lips one last time.

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I really didn’t know how to end this one.

Originally posted by ryxnsven

anonymous asked:

An imagine in which reader and Monty don't get along but the sexual tension is real so they end up having sex at the Crestmont wow

I’M SORRY THIS IS SO FUCKING LATE BUT I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST. I’M SORRY THAT I DIDN’T SHOW MUCH TENSION, AND THE SEX MAY GET A LIL SAUCY GUYS SO BEWARE IF YOU’RE 9.


“Ew, why is he here?” You frowned, hopping into the back seat of Alex’s car and shutting the door behind you.

“Shut up, Y/N.” Monty replied to your comment that was directed to him.

“You shut up,” You bit back, putting your seat belt on. “Little turd.” You muttered, looking out the window to your right as Alex began driving to the Crestmont Cinema.

“Why don’t you make me?”

You rolled your eyes at Monty’s comment, leaning forward and facing him, who was sat beside the other window, Jess separating you both.

“I will,” You insisted. “In your dreams.”

He chucked darkly. “You’re already in them, baby.”

You scrunched your face up in disgust at the cocky smirk on his face. “Yuck.” You gagged. “Stay aw-”

“Can you guys just get along already, please?” Alex groaned, turning onto a main street.

“Yeah, just fuck each other for once, you know you want to.”

“Shut up, Justin.” You snapped, facing the boy sat in the passenger seat laughing.


“Get your leg off of me.” Monty whispered, pushing your leg gently from his lap.

“Make me.” You dared, mimicking Monty from before as you sipped on your drink and placed your right leg back over his lap.

Monty turned to you, but you ignored his gaze, as he smirked menacingly. You almost let out a gasp as he slowly moved his hand up along the inside of your thigh. You turned your head and met his eyes, the light from the movie screen shining onto his face, letting you see the change in his eyes and his smirk turn into a full blown smug grin before he turned to watch the movie again.

His hand was slow and soft, teasing your skin with sparks of excitement. You gripped his bicep, causing him to slowly turn and face you, keeping his eyes on yours as his fingers reached your crotch, causing you to close your eyes and let out a breathy sigh.

He leaned into you, kissing your jaw softly before moving along and down to your neck. To anyone else, to your friends, it looked like a simple whisper. You opened your eyes when he pulled away, looking over to see the most smug smirk he had ever worn.

“If you’re going to tease me with the trailer, you could at least show me the whole performance.”

He smirked at your hushed statement, grabbing your hand and jumping up, pulling you behind him down the stairs. You ignored your friends confused quiet comments, snorts of laughter, and gagging sounds as you headed down the stairs.

“We’re going to the bathroom.” Monty insisted, making your stomach twist with excitement.

“What if Clay sees us?” You asked, slightly worried, Monty pushing open the theatre doors and pulling you behind him.

“Who cares? It’s Clay!” He exclaimed, running down the large hallway and heading toward the toilets. “He’s too innocent to know what’s going on.” He mused.

“He isn’t five.” You rolled your eyes, following a rushing Montgomery into the men’s toilets.

“Whatever,” He hurried, turning from you to lock the door before facing you again. “Check the stalls.”

You laughed but obeyed, rushing along and pushing on all of the bathroom stall doors, them all opening with ease with no one inside. You were thankful tonight wasn’t a busy night.

You turned to Monty, smirking, before pulling him toward you and kissing him hard. His hands came down and cupped your ass, pulling you further into him, a smile lifting your lips while on his.

Monty pulled back from the kiss, trailing down to your neck instead. “I need you,” You breathed, your hands going to his belt buckle. “So fucking bad.”

He groaned against your skin, his hands tightening around the hold on your hips. “You sure?” He asked, his belt being dropped between you both. “We don’t have a condom.”

“I think you have good aim,” You slipped off your own pants. “Just pull out.”

He sighed, pulling you against him, stopping you from slipping his pants off too. “I don’t want to do this if you’re not one hundred percent sure you’re okay with this.”

You looked up to Monty, your stomach warming at how he actually did care about you, under all of that hard shell. “I’m sure, totally, one hundred percent sure,” You smiled up at him. “Are you?”

He grinned. “Yeah,” He breathed, landing a soft kiss on your lips. “Take my pants off then.” He chuckled, amused at your eagerness.

You laughed, but continued to take his jeans off, followed by his boxers, and his prominent little (big) friend springing forward. Monty let out a quiet moan as your fingertips grazed down his length, teasing him. He pulled you up straight and kissed you again, walking you both to the sink area and picking you up before placing you on top of the counter.

“We need to be quick,” He kissed your neck. “And quiet,” He pulled you forward, slipping off your panties. “Fuck,” He whispered. “We just need to be fast.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him hard. “Go on then,” You took one of his hands and placed it over your bare crotch. He shivered, growling into your mouth as he hoisted you up and spun you around, pushing your back gently in order for you to bend over the counter. “Fuck me.”

He laughed, warm hands gripping your hips from behind as his cock slid over your slit. You spread your legs further a part, giving him easier access, before he gently and slowly pushed in, a deep groan emitting from his lips.

“F-Fuck,” He gasped, his hand traveling under your shirt and gripping your back as you moaned at the feeling of him filling you. “Baby,” He gripped your ass, pulling out slowly before pumping back in.

You moaned, a bit too loud, making you worry Clay might knock on the door soon. “Fuck, M-Monty, yes.” You breathed, biting your closed fist as he began pumping harder and faster, the top half of your body leaning over the counter top.

He panted hard as he pounded into you from behind, his hands gripping your skin and yours covering your mouth so you didn’t moan too loud. You watched Monty’s face in the mirror and how his face changed with every push and pull of his hips. Fuck, he was so damn sexy when aroused.

Monty’s fingers reached around to your clit, circling the sensitive bud fast and hard, making you almost scream out in pleasure. You moved your hips with his hard thrusts, creating more friction with the mirrored action.

“Fuck, baby girl,” He growled. “Just like that.”

The nickname turned you on even more, and you simply moved faster and harder against him, earning deep moans from the jock behind you.

You could feel yourself climbing closer to orgasm, the twist in your stomach growing with every thrust of Monty’s hips and deep groan from his throat. The feeling of being caught made this so much more exciting, and Monty’s hands moving from your hips to ass to hair to thighs was driving you crazy.

“I need you to cum, baby, okay?” He panted.

You nodded your head, enjoying the feeling of his cock and his fingers, your mind swimming in bliss and exhilaration as the waves rolled through your body alongside a loud moan of Monty’s name. His loud groans accompanied the head to toe pleasure that warmed your skin and flushed your cheeks as you came onto his pumping cock.

Monty rode your orgasm out, relishing in the feeling, before he slowly pulled out of you. Straight away, his hand grasped his length and began to pump, lifting your shirt higher up your back. His moans filled the room, and as his groans began to break his hot cum shot along your back, causing a surprised squeak to fall from your lips.

“Fuck,” Monty moaned, taking a few deep breaths as you looked at him through the mirror. He ran a hand through his hair as his other hand continued to slowly glide up and down his hard shaft. “Y/N, oh god.”

He threw his head back, letting out a few deep groans, before letting go of himself, both of his hands going to your hips in order to support himself up right. He was elevated and worn out, an odd mixture, but totally worth it.

He stepped back from your bent over form and grabbed some paper towel to clean yourselves up with. You stayed where you were, letting Monty clean up as he insisted.

“Babe, that was s-”

“Excuse me?” A voice from outside the door sounded, followed by a series of knocking.

Your eyes widened and you spun around to Monty, his jaw slacked open in shock. Fuck. Shit. You located your clothes and picked them up, making sure your back was cleaned before straightening out your shirt.

“Shit!” You whisper shouted, putting your pants on. “It’s Clay!” You squeaked as you zipped your jeans up, facing an almost laughing Monty.

“What are we gonna do?!” He exclaimed in a hushed tone, amusement flashing in his eyes as he quickly ran and threw the paper towels into the toilet and flushed it. He cringed at the noise he just made, but threw his pants back on. “Quick!” He pushed you inside a stall. “I’ll get him away and you just run back to the theatre in like three minutes.”

“Okay.” You nodded, fixing your hair and clothes. “I’ll meet you in there.”

He grinned and kissed you, shutting the cubicle door before heading over to face a confused Clay in whom stood behind the main door to the bathroom. You could hear Monty’s belt being rushed back on, making you almost laugh.

“Hey, man.” Monty greeted Clay, you could imagine the wide cocky smirk on his face.

“Yeah, hey, Monty,” Clay replied distractedly. “Why’s the door locked?”

“Oh! I just didn’t want anyone coming in here,” Monty reasoned. “Shitting alone and all that.”

“Right,” Clay sounded disbelieving. “Well-”

“Can you help me choose a snack?” Monty cut in before Clay could continue. “Please?”

Clay sighed, and the image of his puzzled features made you almost laugh loudly. “Sure, Monty.”


** IM SORRY IF THERE’S ANY MISTAKES IVE MISSED. IM VV TIRED AS I POST THIS AND AM NOT WITH IT LMAO SO I APOLOGISE. LOVE YA **

Kitty Cat

where y/n surprises Harry with one of her favourite kinks.

warnings: smut and kink

this is literally my favourite kink after the daddy kink and it drives me insane all the time. So I decided to write a one shot about my kink :) enjoy! xo ML


Harry has been so stressed lately, he had to do a bunch of promo for his debut album and it exhausted him a lot. His performances were always amazing. He was finally getting the recognition he deserves and all the fans were all excited for him. His solo career was going so well. I was so proud of him.

So since, I was so proud of him I wanted to surprise him. I wanted to show him how proud and happy I was. I adored him so much.

I loved our sex life so much, but I wanted to spice it up a bit. He knew how much I loved roleplaying and knew about my favourite kink but we were never able to make my fantasy come true. You see, I loved dressing up. I loved the idea of dressing up as a kitten.

Harry was on our bed reading a book while I was in our closet on my knees looking for the new costume I bought this week. I grabbed the bag that was hidden between my shoeboxes and coats and smiled to myself. I ordered so many different things last week and I was so happy that I could finally wear them. I couldn’t wait for him to see this.

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anonymous asked:

can u write some inner circle fluff? i have a feeling we wont get much of that in acowar :/

Since I’m only getting to do this now… we’ll do post acowar!

They all need some alcohol tbh they survived the war, they all lived, so dammit their going to the cabin to celebrate!!

This ended up being 3140 words so enjoy!

Feysand-Nessian-Elriel-Amrian

and I’m gonna try multiple POV

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Feyre POV

The Inner Circle arrived by nightfall. I was still unaware as to why Rhys, Azriel, and Cassian had called all of us up to the cabin. Amren was practicing with Nesta by doing their strange staring contest, While Mor and Elain were talking about my paintings that are all over the wall. I was sitting at the table, glancing to the edge of it, and then dragging my eyes to the door of Rhys and mines room. I couldn’t help but imagining paint all over the table, the bed, his wings…

I heard Elain’s nervous cough and slowly turned towards her, still struggling to escape the images in my head. Her face was bright red, and Mor was chuckling as she found a chair beside the sofa. Amren and Nesta were still doing their own thing.

“What?”

“Nothing Feyre, just needed to explain to Elain your scent and why you kept silently looking around.” Mor answered with a knowing smirk.

My face heated up and Mor went into a laughing fit, Amren even snorted in the other room. “You sure love to hear yourself talk, don’t you Mor.” I said, trying my best to sound aggressive, but failing miserably. Mor went into another laughing fit, and was about to respond when Cassian kicked in the door with an arm full of alcohol, Rhys and Azriel following behind with just as much.

“Oh cauldron yes.” Mor said, jumping up and taking some bottles from Azriel, placing them on the table in front of me. Rhys dropped some down and walked around the table to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me on my cheek. Why do you have so much? What are we even celebrating? Rhys laughed and answered aloud, “We felt like we should celebrate being alive again.”

I looked around in to see Az gave Elain a lazy smile, and she glided along and stood at his side. Elain looked at the table with wide eyes, and Azriel stifled a laugh. Cassian snuck around behind her and gave her a strong but gentle pat on the back and said, “You’re gonna need to drink a lot if you’re going to be hanging on to Azriel’s side the whole time, he gets cranky.” Az growled at him while Nesta stomped down the hallway towards us and yelled at Cassian, “Don’t you dare force alcohol on her or I’ll slit your throat you stupid bat.” Cassian held his hands up and responded with, “Just a suggestion Nes, I’m no monster!”

Rhys groaned from behind me, strode to table, grabbed the fanciest bottle on the table, popped it open, and started chugging. Nesta and Azriel studied the bottles, and Cassian grabbed on up and clicked it on Rhys’s and declared, “To being alive!”

I grinned at the joy that went down the bond and quickly joined in.

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A few hours later…

Rhysand POV

I held Feyre in my lap as she snored and occasionally put in her input of the ongoing mess that was our Inner Court. I just ran my hands through her hair and on her back, trying my best to not start crying.

I’m so lucky. She’s so beautiful. I love my family. I love my mate so damn much, my High Lady. I rubbed the back of my hand over my now wet eyes. I’m so drunk.

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GOING TO THE YULE BALL WITH SIRIUS BLACK WOULD INVOLVE

The gif just murdered me. That is all

- Let’s say it was your final year at Hogwarts, and the school slag, Sirius Black began to flirt with you coming up to the Yule Ball.

- So many awful pick up lines & one liners. You believing you were another one of his week flings, so starting to ignore the dark haired Gryffindor.

- Politely declining when he first asks you to the Ball, almost certain he would use you for a week and dump you like he had so many others. It wasn’t that he was a bad person, he just fell for people so easily- you thinking you had been his target this week.

- Let’s say you were also a Gryffindor, and you happened to be in the common room studying contently by yourself, cramming before the final tests of the season. 

- Sirius openly admitting to everyone within earshot of you how whipped he was for you, and how bloody beautiful he thought you were, and how he only wished you would accompany him to the Yule Ball, you raising your eyebrows at him curiously.

- After the fifth or sixth time, realising he wasn’t going to quit, you agreed to go with him if it shut him up.

- “Do you want to go to Hogsmede this weekend together?”

- Going into Hogsmede with Sirius and getting a few drinks in one of the little pubs. Getting a little bit tipsy together, leading to sloppy, open mouthed kisses which you may have regretted the next day, when all of Sirius’ friends wolf whistled at you when you had walked down the common room stairs.

- Him profusely apologising, promising it won’t happen again or so help him he’ll feed them to the giant squid.

- Having a slight tiny maybe crush on Sirius, making the lead up to the ball that much more exciting.

- On the night, walking down into the common room where girls were fixing their earrings and make up, while the boys were running around fixing their ties, everyone chatting excitingly.

- Spotting Sirius waiting for you, chatting to James Potter and Lily Evans.

- He might have been talking to James, then spotting you at the top of the stairs, staring at you open mouthed, his eyes widening a bit. 

- James patting him on the back, leaving you two to it.

- A couple of other people had turned their heads to stare at you in awe.

- SIRIUS IN HIS DARK RED DRESS ROBES LIKE IN THE GIF

- Honestly don’t imagine Sirius who had actually put an effort into taming his hair and maintaining his stubble, all to try to impress you.

- “(Y/N). Sirius offered you his arm, leading you to the ballroom, chatting about little things on the way there. 

- A couple of guys making some provocative comments towards you, making you cringe. Sirius would not hesitate to pull out his wand, hexing them into next week.

- “No one talks about my girl like that.” Sirius growled.

- “Your girl?” You were smirking.

- Sirius taking your hand and looking at you seriously for a second. “Well I was going to wait until later tonight but now’s a good a time as any.”

- “You’re proposing to me aren’t you?” You had a dead serious look on your face, making Sirius throw his head back in laughter. 

- “Kind of. I was hoping you would be my girlfriend.” 

- Maybe you said yes because of how well he looked tonight and how he was so protective of you, but maybe it was because deep down you had liked him all along.

- When the ball started, Sirius would make a solid effort in trying to be interested in dancing. You pulled him close through one of the songs so you could whisper in his ear.

- “Let’s get out of here.” 

- Taking his hand, leading him back to the common room, telling him to wait outside. Grabbing a few blankets and a bottle of firewhiskey you kept in your dorm, Sirius smirking when he sees the bottle.

- Leading him towards the astronomy tower, both reminiscing and exchanging stories of Christmas and shennanigans through out the year.

- Things start to get dark really quickly, passing the bottle back and forth between you two, the both of you wrapped in blankets. Your head was resting against his chest, one of his arms slinged around you when he begins to tell you about his abusive family- quickly highlighting how he’s okay now living with the Potter’s when he notices your face fall.

- Looking up at him, becoming mesmerised in his dark eyes.

- Briefly remembering told not to trust long haired tall boys with dark eyes who break the rules because there’s a 99% chance they will break your fucking heart.

- Not giving a fuck.

- Moving to stradle his lap, crashing your lips onto his anyway, his strong arms snaking around your waist, pulling you closer to him, the taste of whiskey on his lips, and his cologne clouding your senses.

- Running your fingers through his hair, thinking how you could get used to this.

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Request: “Hi I’d like to request just some jealous sirius, well not jealous more super protective and possessive (is that the word I’m looking for, idk😅) And the reader doesn’t really mind and that’s what makes them the power couple from Hogwarts. Hope you understood everything 😅💚”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: SMUT! POSESSIVE SIRIUS! DADDY KINK UM YES

Originally posted by ferxxy

The vibrations of the moving train cart caused your head to gently bounce on the glass window you leant against, watching the monotonous landscape sweep by while you waited for your friends to come back after packing their luggage away. You peered up keenly as a knock sounded from the compartment door, only to realise it was one of the prefects, a young man named Johnathan. You nodded at him to come in, and he slid the door, quickly coming to sit beside you.

“How are you (Y/n)?” He asked, sitting a bit too close for comfort. “I couldn’t help but notice you’re all alone in here. I’m just in the cart next door.” He motioned with his thumb. “Would you mind if I kept you company?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Always a million questions with this guy; none of which he’d ever wait for you to answer. It was obvious from the way he spoke in a condescending tone that he only initiated these conversations to get into your pants, not caring about actually getting to know you.

“I appreciate it, really Johnathan, but I’m waiting for my friends.” You forced a polite smile, edging away from him.

“Aren’t I your friend?” He questioned, placing his hand firmly on your thigh. At this point your back was up against the train window, attempting to recoil away from his touch. You opened your mouth to reproach him, but was interrupted by the sounds of boyish laughter flooding into the cart, only to be instantly cut off.

Sirius eyed the scene, analysing your uncomfortable posture, as his three friends stood awkwardly in the hallway behind him.

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EXO Being Jealous and “Punishing” You

Xiumin:

Xiumin would’ve immediately noticed how flirtatious you were being with the young waiter that was serving you.  His expression would harden with jealousy, and it wasn’t until you returned home that he showed you how he felt about your flirting: bondage and edging include.

Chen:

Chen would grow more and more irritated as you paid more attention to the bartender than him. As you got into the car to leave, he’d grab your upper thigh and squeeze it firmly, making you look at him. “If you don’t want to pay attention to me–fine. I’ll make you,” he’d say, his eyes glinting with lust, making you shake with anticipation.

Baekhyun:

Trying to play it off coolly, Baekhyun wouldn’t mention how talkative you had been with other men during a ceremony you went to–that is, until you got home. He’d push you up against the wall, barely giving you time to register what was going on, before grabbing your hands and pinning them beside your head. “I’ll remind you who’s girl you are,” he’d growl, sending shivers through your body.

Chanyeol:

It was your idea to go out to a club, and Chanyeol was surprised when you seemed to want to dance with everybody in the building but him. He’d pull you aside, whispering in your ear, “What are you doing?” When you just shrugged in response, he’d pull you into a backroom, his eyes dark. Without another word he’d pounce on you, edging you until you yelled his name.

Lay:

Lay would take a casual approach when he confronted you about the way you were acting towards the other members. “Jagi, you know who your boyfriend is, right?” he’d ask. When you nodded shyly, he’d grab your wrists and pin them against the wall. “It’s okay, I can remind you anyway.”

D.O:

Every time you eyed the waiter that was serving you, D.O made sure to run his hand up your thigh, grabbing your attention. He’d look at you sternly, silently warning you for what was to come if you didn’t stop. You didn’t, and after a long night of handcuffs and hair-pulling, you made sure to make D.O jealous more often.

Suho:

Since Suho isn’t a naturally aggressive person, you wanted to see if you could make him jealous by batting your eyelashes at men you passed in the street. His jealousy boiled over in a matter of minutes. He’d pull you into an alley, pinning you against the wall with his body. It wasn’t until you were begging for him to take you that he walked, away, making you wait until you got home for your real punishment to begin.

Kai:

Kai wouldn’t hesitate to show how dissatisfied he was with your flirtatious actions. He’d forcefully grab your ass, pulling you towards him, a fiery look in his eyes. “You don’t know what’s coming,” he’d growl into your ear, leaving you breathless and shaky for the rest of the evening. The next morning, you’d almost be too sore to walk.

Sehun:

Sehun would patiently wait until the two of you returned home from the party to confront you. “Who’s your boyfriend?” he’d ask you, his voice gravely. When you looked at him uncertainly, confused by his strange question, he’d just nod. “I’ll help you remember.” Later that night, you wouldn’t be able to stop yelling his name, leaving him with a satisfied smirk.

After Party - Seth Rollins x Reader

Summary:- You go out for a few drinks after Wrestlemania with Seth, Renee, and Dean. After a drunk guy gets far too flirty in the bar, Seth takes you back to the hotel, and reminds you who you belong to. 

Warnings:-Smut, Swearing, Daddy Kink

Word Count:-1,399

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Distraction

 

Distraction pure and simple, not that he minded at all. In fact he lived for it, made him want to be a better man for you, because you loved him regardless of his past. Though right now none of that mattered as he watched you lean over your laptop busy working. Bucky couldn’t stop himself from coming up behind you, drawing his fingertips over your exposed shoulder watching you shiver. Both hands one warm the other cold gripping your shoulders, keeping you in place, “Need you so much doll.”

“James,” playfully whining using his given name, knowing how much he loves hearing it drip from your lips. His touch only served to heat your blood, skin tingling from each patch he landed on.

Leaning down tongue sliding out to draw the tip over the same path his fingers traced. “Break time baby,” other hand sliding through your loose ponytail, gripping the strands lightly giving a slight tug.

“I can’t too much to finish,” brain telling you to push Bucky away, body craving his touch.

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Music to my Ears (M)

Originally posted by dimblethum

Reader (you) x Jaebum

Word Count: 1560

Warnings: SMUTTT (choking kink???)

note: idk how i got this idea but i decided to write this down and now i may need holy water. producer jaebum is so hot!!! just prepare yourself for the hotness of this man. also i wrote this while listening to his soundcloud so… yeah haha. happy reading and take care! -admin


It was late at night with people going out and about, cars driving around with their headlights on, and businesses lit their fluorescent signs. But as you and Jaebum sat in his studio room, alone, you two blocked out the sounds of the night life with his music that he created. You were always fascinated with your boyfriend’s skill and the way he produced his music. Some songs were very meaningful in the lyrics and others were more sexual. But you were too afraid to admit that his songs turned you on.

You sat on the couch in his studio room, taking another sip of beer that Jaebum bought for you before you two settled down in his studio. You bit your lip and observed your boyfriend who worked on his songs. His hair slicked back, revealing his forehead, and his broad back faced you. The song that he was working on played through the studio speaker, his voice filling up the room. It was music to your ears and the lyrics were somewhat sexual, turning you on slightly.

“Does that sound good, babe?” Jaebum said, turning off the music and turned his chair to face you.

“Yeah, it does.” You smiled at him as you set down the beer bottle on the table and started to walk towards him. “How about we take a break?”

“Sounds good to me.” Jaebum sighed as he slouched on his chair and watched you walk over to him. You climbed up onto his lap and straddled him, while running your hands through his soft hair.

“You’ve been working so hard these days.” You slurred, slightly drunk from the beer but sober enough to control your actions. “You deserve a reward for your work.”

“And what is my reward?” Jaebum asked in a playful manner, raising his eyebrows as his hands started to wander around your body.

You sent Jaebum a wink and bit your lip, “Me.”

Jaebum then took your face and pulled you down so that your lips crashed with his. His lips kissed you with full passion, demanding more your sweet mouth by teasing you. He pressed his tongue on seam of your lips and, at your grant of access, delved inside your mouth, leaving you breathless. His lips moved in sync with yours as his hands played with the hem of your shirt. Swifty, he lifted the fabric up and away from your body, throwing it aside on the studio floor.

Jaebum broke away from the kiss as he motioned you to climb off of him so you could take off your pants. You did as he wanted, slowly undressing yourself and bending down to get rid of your pants, letting Jaebum get a good view of your ass. You heard Jaebum take in a hitch of air as he watched you put on a show for him. You walked over to him, sending Jaebum another wink and you climbed up on his lap, straddling him once again.

“You look so fucking hot, baby girl.” Jaebum growled as his hands made their way up to your breasts, massaging it slightly causing you to let out a low moan. You grabbed on to the back of Jaebum’s chair as his hands started to do their magic. Skillfully unhooking your bra and throwing it on the floor, he played with the nubs as you bit your lips to contain yourself from moaning out loud. After giving your breasts a good squeeze, his hands slowly made their way down to your heat. You tried to prop yourself up so that there was enough space for Jaebum to do his work.


“Mhmm,” Jaebum hummed as he palmed your heat, “Someone’s getting needy.”

Jaebum slid his hand, ever so slowly, inside your panties as he let his fingers get coated with your essence. You bit your lip as you felt Jaebum’s fingers tease your hole before gliding it up to your clit. He started to move in circular motion, slowly, as you let out breathy whines from your mouth. Jaebum pressed on your clit harder, increasing the rate of his fingers as your grip of the hair became tighter. You rested your head on Jaebum’s shoulders as he pushed in two fingers into your sopping sex.

“Fuck, right there Jae.” You moaned as Jaebum’s fingers hit your sweet spot. He started off slowly, making you whine under his touch, until he switched to his brisk pace. The lewd sound of Jaebum’s fingers going in and out of your tight core filled up the room along with your soft moans. You felt Jaebum press his lips on your neck, smirking slightly as his fingers went fast and deeper within you. You could feel a familiar pit in your stomach as the pitch of your moans started to get higher. Jaebum took that as a sign and stopped all his movements, taking out his fingers from your core and giving your ass a hard smack.

“Get off of me and get on your knees.” Jaebum demanded. You did what he said and climbed off of him and fell to you knees. You watched as Jaebum took off his shirt and threw it on the ground. Playing with his belt, he slowly sild down his pants revealing a tent below his boxers. You bit your lips as you watched your boyfriend slide down his undergarment to reveal his big cock.

“You know what to do, baby girl.” Jaebum growled as he moved his chair closer to you. “Take care of this big guy.”

You smirked at Jaebum before taking his huge length into your hands. You leaned forward and  wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, touching nothing else, just your tongue swirling around slowly. Your mouth slid all the way down to the base of his length and sucked hard. You looked up at Jaebum as his face showed full signs of pleasure. You started to work your lips, pressed tight against his hard cock, up and down, back and forth. Jaebum let out a low growl as he tugged onto your hair, enjoying your work. And just then, you slid his length out of your mouth and let out a loud pop before smirking at him. You wanted to stop this foreplay and wanted him inside of you. And Jaebum knew that.

Standing up from his chair, he motioned you over to the couch as he walked over to his bag to grab a condom. You laid back on the couch, pulling down your panties as you watched your boyfriend slip on the latex sheet. With that, Jaebum walked over to you and climbed onto the couch. Lifting both of your legs and rested them on top his shoulders, he teased the entrance of your core. He slammed into you in one go, filling up your tight walls to the hilt. He took a few seconds to recuperate the feeling of your walls swallowing his cock and he presses his forehead against yours.

“I want to hear your screams, baby girl.” He smirked before giving you a brief kiss on the lips. “They’re like music to my ears.”

With that, Jaebum pulled out again and slammed back into you, harder this time, making you arch your back. He began snapping his hips forward at a steady pace as he kissed you to swallow your screams. His thrusts becomes harder and harder by the second and Jaebum already had you screaming his name once his lips were not in contact with yours.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Jaebum growled as he thrusts into you harder and deeper than before making your breasts jiggle from his fast pace. His hands made their way up to your neck, gripping it softly as you started to reach your high. You held in your breath as Jaebum’s grip became tighter around your neck. Your oragasm hit you hard as you gripped onto Jaebum’s wrists, riding out your high as Jaebum continued to thrust in and out of you.

“Fuck!”  Jaebum let out a cry as he reached his end, his cum filling up the latex sheet. Pulling out, he removed his hand from your neck and you let out a breath, your cheeks flushed red. His body fell against yours but still had his weight balanced against his hands to make sure that he won’t crush you. You closed your eyes as you tried to catch your breath and Jaebum lifts his hand to wipe the sweat on your forehead. You opened your eyes and made eye contact with his loving eyes.

“You okay?” He managed to breath out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“Of course.” You flashed him a smile before looking away from him and scanning the studio room. Realizing you two made a mess on the floor, your cheeks started to flush red and you hid your face behind your hands.

“Don’t worry about the mess, babe.” You heard Jaebum chuckle as you felt him get off of you. “Now I’ll have more inspiration to write songs in this room.”

“You’ll write songs about me?” You breathed out, removing your hands from you face to look at your boyfriend.

“No,” Jaebum said as he flashed you a smirk, “I’ll write songs about your loud screams. After all, they are music to my ears.”