good god that mouth

help you forget.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

derek hale x reader (smut)

warnings: smut, some dirty talk, oral. (male receiving)

prompt: you’re pining over scott while derek pines over you. he helps you forget scott in his own way.

AN: let’s just pretend derek is still in teen wolf and he never lost his alpha title.  i’m such a sucker for alpha hale right now. 

beacon hills was a beautiful town, strange but beautiful none the less. you’d lived here your whole life, fortunately you’d managed to go most of your life without knowing what truly lurked in the dark but in the end, you were exposed to it all and fighting things nightmares were made of was a daily occurrence now.

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Camera and Action

Written for @impalaimagining for donating to my Supernatural Seattle 2017 Gift!

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,368

Warnings: sex tape, dirty talk, oral sex (male and female receiving), deepthroating, tongue fucking, random sex prompts, loud sex, rough sex, dom!Sam, possessive!Sam, slight ownership!kink, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT)

Summary: Things have been pretty vanilla in the bedroom, so Sam and the reader decide to kick things up a notch by making a sex tape.

“What’s something we haven’t done?”

You raised your head off of your boyfriend’s chest. Sam was looking down at you, his eyes half-closed. His face was calm, and his lips were kiss-swollen from your passionate makeout session. His chocolate hair was tousled and slightly messy (from thirsty minutes of you running your fingers through it), and you brushed a few stray locks away from his eyes as Sam pulled you farther up so that your head was resting on his shoulder.

“What?” You turned your head, nuzzling his jawline affectionately.

Sam flushed pink at the brush of your nose against his skin. “Just wondering, what haven’t we done in the bedroom?”

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After Party | NSFW

Summary: After Tom’s win at the award show, you decide to surprise him with some fun in the hotel room.

Characters: Reader x Tom Holland

Warnings: Smut, cursing, NSFW

Word Count: 1,544

A/N: NSFW! Only read if you’re 18+! This is my first time writing something like this, so be nice. I’m also not experienced at all, so please no hard critics or anything. I am terrified to post this in the first place. Just no negative words, please.


You were excited for your boyfriend, Tom, who just won the BAFTA Rising Star award. You recalled the long days of just sitting at a computer for a few hours to vote for him over and over. He wanted this award so badly. You couldn’t help but smile as he accepted his award on stage. You looked over to your right and saw his mom beaming with joy as she admired her son from afar.

You knew that at the end of the night there was going to be a lot of press interviews and the after party. However, after parties weren’t your thing and you knew that Tom’s mom and Harrison would be there to watch out for him as he would drink the night away. When Tom was done with the press interviews, he returned to his seat next to you with his award. You immediately kissed him on his lips and congratulated him on his win. He passed the award to you and you looked at it with his name freshly engraved at the bottom.

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Dreams Cum True (One-shot)

Summary: You thought giving Hal Carter a cold glass of lemonade would be a friendly gesture as he works in the shed of your farm until you find him doing something unexpected.
Pairing: Hal Carter x Reader
Word Count: 1875
Warnings: Blowjob, language, dirty talking, NSFW gifs 
A/N: Based on this post.  Feedback is welcomed 💜 


Part 2

He came into town, hitch-hiking cars along the way with just a duffle bag in hand. He made his way around with using his charm and charisma. He seemed like a trouble maker, eyeing the girls who passed by him and flashing a toothy grin to any woman or man who watched at him with distaste. Women wanted him and men wanted to be him. He was the true definition of a manly man. He wasn’t afraid to do anything. Wrestle a snake so it didn’t bother an elderly couple’s dog. Fix the plumbing of the Elementary School down near the water well so that the kids were able to have cool, drinkable water. He had become the town’s handyman. Whenever you needed him he would be there, with that illuminating smile.

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Mr. Barnes (NSFW)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: I hope you have a better birthday than you’re expecting to Anon! And I hope I wrote this in time for it! And I hope ‘in bed’ was a metaphor because you most certainly do not make it that far.


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Accept my Apology

Summary: Your exhaustion creates worry after a particularly tiring day of training. Bucky is determined to make it up to you.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, explicit sex, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 2, 049

A/N: I felt like writing some smut and Kinza requested some cuddly!Bucky smut. Since she’s not feeling well (and I love her dearly) I acquiesced. This is super graphic smut, guys. NSFW.


Originally posted by mebeingbored1


“Bucky, I’m fine!” You squeaked through a raspy voice. “Steve, tell him I’m fine!”

“I would, but… You’re translucent.” Steve winced. 

“I am not translucent!”

“Plus you sound like nails on a chalkboard.” Bucky added with a sad smile.

“That’s because I’ve had to yell at you two during the drills all day!” You protested stubbornly.

You didn’t want to admit it, but you definitely weren’t feeling your best. It felt like your brain was two sizes too big for your skull and stuck in a heavy fog, and you could feel a fever growing in your chest. The throat, however, was definitely from yelling at your two supersoldiers who couldn’t be bothered to take training drills seriously. How were you supposed to strike the fear of god into the new recruits when these two are giggling like school girls and treating the drills like a play school recess break?

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Even (Bucky x reader)

Good evening, sinners! On this week’s edition of Smut Saturday, I decided to go with a request that I got a while ago. It’s our dear Bucky Barnes. I hope you enjoy and have fun reading! I love you guys. xoxo

I hope you enjoy anon, wherever you may be. 

Request:  Heyyy can u do a Bucky Barnes x reader were they get a fight and the reader hits him on his private parts…Bucky trembles down right there but he stats acting weird (just to scare the reader) he behaves like he turned into the winter soldier mode and chases the reader like a hungry lion. The reader keeps screaming and Bucky can’t hold his laughter, so when he captures her…you know end it up with smuttttttt

Warnings: Cursing, oral sex (reader receiving), metal arm kink

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“What the hell did I do?” You and Bucky had just walked through the front door, your back turned to him as you heard it slam shut. 

“You were flirting with him, that’s what!” He stormed off down the hall towards the bedroom, his face red with jealousy and anger. You two had gone to a club and some wasted guy came up to you and started flirting. He was drunk for crying out loud, and you were sober, so you thought nothing bad would happen. You played along with him, flirting back, watching the tipsy man make a fool of himself. 

“He was drunk! I was sober! I wasn’t actually flirting with him, Buck.” You followed him, your feet pounding down the hallway. “I was getting a laugh out of it, come on. You know I’m not that type of person.” Hurt was in your eyes. You loved Bucky, but sometimes he got jealous and you didn’t know whether or not he trusted you. You always wondered if he actually thought you would do that to him, if you would really hurt him that badly. He was pacing around the room, his arms crossed over his chest, silent. When you realized he wasn’t planning on saying anything soon, you moved from your spot against the door frame, and plopped yourself on the edge of the bed. 

“You understand that we’re not going to get anywhere if you don’t talk, right?” The annoyance could be detected in your voice, and still, you got no response. “James Buchanan Barnes, I swear to god, if you don’t say something I’m going to-” 

You were cut off by a pained groan from Bucky. As you were going off on him, you had been flinging your arms around at an attempt to emphasize your point. And by doing so, you accidentally backhanded his crotch as he paced past you. 

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150+ Celebration Smut!

A/N: It’s here! Finally! I wrote this to celebrate reaching over 150 followers! I just wanna thank each and every one of you. I love y’all so much!! This isn’t my first smut, but this IS my first good smut lol. Thank you all so much for reading. I wanna give a special thank you to @not-moose-one-shots , who has helped me so much with writing and life stuff. I wouldn’t be where I am without her. I love you girl ❤ PS if you’d like to be tagged in anything of mine please lemme know by either ask/message and I shall tag youuu! Hope you enjoy! (Feedback is always welcome and appreciated!)

Pairing: TonyxReaderxBucky (there’s no TonyxBucky)

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT LADIES AND GENTS, Threeway, fingering, oral (M&F), dirty talk, orgasm denial (?) I think that’s all


(gifs not mine)

Originally posted by luvindowney

Originally posted by pxggycxrters


God, you loved teasing him.

Everyday, you’d drop subtle hints to Bucky that you wanted him. But today, you kicked it up a notch. 

You started off the day by wearing a tight tank and short workout shorts. It was your day to spar off with Bucky.

“Hello, James.” You smirked, knowing what using his first name did to him.

“Y/n…” Bucky replied, clenching his jaw.

You got into position and spent the next 45 minutes sparring. Every time Bucky thought he’d had you you’d turn around and pin him down.

“What’s the matter old man? Can’t handle my moves?” You chuckle out of breath. You were straddling his legs holding his hands above his head. “C’mon, show me what you really wanna do to me.”Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat, “oh doll, you couldn’t handle what I wanna do to you.” Bucky’s voice had grown deeper with each word.

You leaned down to whisper in his ear, “oh, soldier… you underestimate me.” And with that you stood up, not before ever-so-slightly rolling your hips on his very obvious hard-on.

You smirk as you walk over to grab your stuff, hips swaying.


You push open the doors with your bag slung over your shoulder and head down the hall toward your room. Suddenly someone grabs you by the arm and pulls you into a dark room, shutting the door and slamming you against it.

“You’re such a tease” someone whispered in your ear. “I watched you get the poor man all hot and bothered then just leave him hangin high and dry.” By this point his hands were travelling all over your body, “you knew exactly what you were doing.”

You finally find the lightswitch and flip the lights on, only to find Tony staring at you with lust-blown pupils.

“T-tony? What are yo-” you’re cut off by Tony slamming his lips to yours.

“I can’t tell you… how long… I’ve wanted you… How long I’ve wanted to taste you… to feel your soft, plump lips wrapped around my cock…” I need you, y/n..” Tony whispered in a deep, husky voice between kisses.

You moan at the thoughts this man was putting in your head.”Tony, I-” suddenly the door handle was jiggling and you could hear a string of curses following. You look behind Tony and your eyes widen. He had gotten you so worked up you hadn’t realized what room he’d pulled you into.

“Who the fuck is in my room?” Bucky yelled, banging on the door.

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Mirror

Summary: You and Sam decided you need some reminding of who you belong to after a guy at a bar hits on you. 

Pairing: Sam x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: an asshole guy at a bar, language, mirror!kink, spanking, hair pulling, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, nsfw gif below the cut!!

A/N: yay for fic 1 of smut appreciation day! look out for the dean x reader at 3pm EST and the cas x reader at 6pm EST!

ps this gif is sooooo Sam after a nice, thorough fucking ;-)

Originally posted by awkwardsamw

“I’ll go get us another round,” you smiled, kissing your boyfriend Sam on the cheek before scooting out of the booth and heading over to the bar.

You rested your elbows on the bar top, holding up 3 fingers to the bartender before looking around in boredom as you waited for you, Sam and Dean’s beers.

“Hey.”

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anonymous asked:

Some Elorcan smut please!!!! No angst no betrayal just fluff. (Sorry also curious but how old are you?) Thank you! (Lovvvvveee the Pale Skin and Onyx Eyes work BTW!!)

Clearly NSFW Elorcan smutfic, read at your own peril! smut under the cut~
CW: some misogynistic language

YO I DID THIS FOR U ANON, AND I’M ACTUALLY PRETTY HAPPY WITH IT?? sorry it took a little while! It’s my first smutfic, so go easy on me. I hope ur bodies are ok afterwards~ let me know what you think! ;3

send me this or your own pairing and a prompt


Word Count: 2836
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Whetting an Appetite

Elide Lochan sighed through her nose. She was finally done with classes for the day and was now sitting on a nondescript, black couch in Lorcan’s dorm room at Adarlan University of Magic and Research (AU, for short). Lorcan had just gotten back from the gym so he was currently showering in the bathroom.

Elide rolled her neck around and huffed a sigh again. She was bored.

What to do while Lorcan showers… Not that it will take very long. Elide rolled her eyes, but mid-eye-roll she remembered that there was a magazine in her backpack, some silly Fae, female’s health magazine that Aelin had carelessly left lying around on Elide’s desk, and it had somehow found its way into her backpack. She mentally reminded herself to ask whether Aelin wanted the magazine back at dinner later.

She and Lorcan were scheduled to go out to dinner with Rowan and Aelin at 6PM, but right now, it was only 4:45PM. Propping her feet up on the couch, she idly began flipping through the magazine. Elide absentmindedly tugged on a strand of hair and loudly sighed again while glaring at the bathroom door. After flipping through a couple more pages, a few words caught her eye – an article mentioning the classic movie Titania, where a Fae male named Jack and a human woman named Rosalyn fell in love after meeting on a ship. Her arched brows raised – it had been a long time since she had watched that film. It was now considered a cliché movie, but it had been a huge hit at the time of its release.  

Elide sat up and continued reading through the rather sexually-explicit page. Seeing the movie title reminded her of last summer, when Aelin had thrown a ridiculous end-of-the-school-year party on a cruise ship, essentially forcing people together for a day and a half in the middle of an ocean. It was such an Aelin thing to do, but Elide admitted that Aelin had accomplished her goal for the party, which had been matchmaking for other people. Like Elide. And even Manon, with Dorian nonetheless!

Elide was pretty sure she could point to any girl in their class and there was a 50-50 chance Dorian Havilliard had slept with her. And Manon pretty much hated men. Elide shook her head as she remembered.

The party had successfully forced Elide and Lorcan to finally confront each other after they barely spoke to each other during her first year at Adarlan U. But they had both often stared at each other when the other wasn’t looking, and they would make such intense eye contact often enough that their astute friends obviously noticed.

Aelin tried to talk to Elide about it, and Rowan cornered Lorcan, but both Elide and Lorcan denied that there was anything going on. And when Aelin and Rowan had both stared and pointed out that, that’s the point, NOTHING is going on, they had each hurriedly made an excuse and fled. Elide prayed Aelin would leave the subject alone after that.

However, Aelin decided to take things into her own hands with her summer party, and Elide couldn’t help but smile at the memory of Lorcan and her on the cruise ship.

Aelin had all but shoved her towards the shadowy deck where Lorcan was standing alone, leaning against the rails and looking out into the endless ocean. Elide nearly tripped over the blood-red, floor-length, strapless dress Aelin had loaned her. The week before the cruise, Aelin had thrusted the heap of fabric into Elide’s arms, and ignored her when Elide tried to protest.

Elide had profusely thanked her friend, admitting that she did love the wispy chiffon layers of the dress and the delicate beading over the chest. She had felt more… confident wearing the dress, which gave her the courage that summer night to finally have a real conversation with Lorcan that didn’t involve discussing the weather or classes. And in that dress, she and Lorcan had shared their first kiss, underneath the stars with nothing but waves for miles around.

At that moment, the bathroom door swung open, steam dissipating into the room as Lorcan Salvaterre stepped through the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist. His muscled chest glistened with water as he shook water droplets from his dark, shoulder-length hair. Looking at the planes of his chiseled face still took Elide’s breath away.

Elide sat up and crossed her legs. She placed the magazine on the glass coffee table in front of her and tipped her chin up at him.

“I’m bored,” she whined, tossing her hair dramatically. Lorcan’s onyx eyes automatically snapped to the clock hanging on the wall and then back to her fine-boned face.

“I’ve been in the bathroom for ten minutes,” he said calmly, while towel-drying his hair. “And we’re getting dinner in an hour, Elide.”

Elide watched him for a moment, before tugging off her pink, long-sleeve shirt and flinging it onto the floor. Her dark, waist-length hair fell over her pale breasts, which were cupped by a lacy, pink bra. One of her hands drifted in between her legs, and she drummed her fingers against her clothes.

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(Un)Happy Birthday

I got this idea after my friend, Eleanora @ashley–eleanora was having not the best of days on her birthday. So I thought I would try to change that a little bit.

2 days later. Happy belated birthday, Elley. I hope you enjoy this, darling! Brace yourself for some SUPER FLUFF!!

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Originally posted by newbroxkenscene

You were pretty excited to go home this weekend. You were able to see your family for the first time in a while for Easter. And you were there for one more thing: your birthday!

This year your boyfriend, Finn, was going to be working so that unfortunately meant he couldn’t spend the day with you. He was the one to suggest you go home and you agreed that it was a good idea.

“Alright, my love.” Finn said as he hugged you. “You go and you have fun. Even though we both know it’s no fun without me.” He joked.

You couldn’t help but chuckle along with Finn.

“It won’t be.” You replied with a small smile. “But I’ll try.”

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The One And Only // Lip Gallagher

“Ian! Get the fuck off me!” I scream as my best friend continues to tickle me. “I’m serious! I’m going to pee, get off!” I say through numerous giggles.

“Okay, okay,” He says breathlessly. “Go to the toilet. I don’t want to be peed on!” I laugh in response and head to the bathroom. I walk in and see Carl shoving his head in the toilet bowl.

“Get outta here you little rascal! Fiona’s not gonna be happy when she finds out you had your head in the toilet bowl.” I joke.

“The water got cut off and I needed to wash my hair somehow!” He grins and leaves to cause more mischief. I do my business and hurry back to Ian’s room to pay him back somehow.

“Gallagher! You little gay fuck! It’s pay back time.” I say as I storm into the Gallagher boy’s room.

“Pretty sure I’m not gay,” I hear someone say followed with a chuckle. I look up at the top bunk bed to see the one and only Phillip “Lip” Gallagher.

“Sorry Lip, you seen Ian?” I ask trying to play it cool. Right now I’m actually freaking out because I’ve had a crush on Lip ever since I can remember.

“He ran out yelling about how someone was going to get him. I think he went to Mickey’s place.” I groaned. “Oh wait! You’re the one that was going to get him.” He laughs. “Makes sense now.” Lip chuckles to himself as he jumps off the top bunk only wearing his boxers, I blush but I’m not too embarrassed. I’m used to this by now. I plop onto Ian’s bed and watch Lip get dressed in jeans and t-shirt. As creepy as that sounds I assure you it’s not.

“Coming out for a smoke?” Lip asks. I nod and follow him out of the house. I sit on the porch railing and grab a cigarette out of my pocket, Lip stands in front of me and gets a blunt out. I light mine and then use my lighter to light Lip’s. His face is quite close to mine right now, but I do not mind one bit.

“So Y/N, I was thinking.” He pauses and takes a drag. He blows the smoke out and lets the blunt hang out of his mouth. God, he looks so good right now. “I was wondering if you’d like to go out sometime?” I sit there in shock.

“What? You mean, as in like a date?” I ask nervously. He nods. “Sure!” I smile and take a drag of my cigarette.

“Great, I’ll take you out later. Gotta catch up on some homework. See ya later Y/N.” He finishes his sentence by quickly pecking my cheek. I giggle and watch him walk into the house.

“Damn that was cute,” I hear a familiar voice say. I look over to spot my annoying, red-head, gay, asshole best friend.
“Oh fuck off.” I pause. “We have some unfinished business,” I smirk as Ian’s eyes widened. He quickly catches on and runs straight into the house, with me following.

**sorry it’s short, I’m tired but I still wanted to write this before I forgot the idea**

Keep It Quiet

Pairing: John Winchester x Reader
Word count: 972
Warnings: Smut. Oral Sex (Male).  Some dirty talk.  Unprotected sex.
Request:@plaidstiel-wormstache ) John waking the reader up for middle of the night sex.
Request: ( Anonymous ) Can you write a smutty One-shot with John? were they have to do it really slow and quiet since the motel walls are thin Dean and Sam are sleeping in other room.

Authors Note: Anon I’m not sure if you meant little Sam and Dean or adult Sam and Dean so I went with little, but if you want it with adult just send in another request !

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In this version, Hamlet pulls Ophelia out.
She’s awake, in bloom, ripe with death.
Salt in her hair and rue in her eyes.
Her limbs aglow, rose-pink and healthy
but she goes anyway.
Ç’est la morte. Eaten up by moths.

In this version he loses her and knows it, too.
Hamlet curses the sky.
A sonnet dances at his lips.
A shy prayer to a soft-shell god.
(Good night, sweet lady. Good night.)
In time the mouth unlearns the name,
but never the face.
How lovely she always looked, but
they say she was lovelier in the water.

In this version, Ophelia’s ghost never visits.
They both perish and meet again
in New Denmark.
She is unrecognisable.
A new face in a dead city.
The streets are still graced with poison;
drenched in dementia,
but Hamlet and Ophelia
stroll down the same strand of madness.

In this version, Hamlet calls to Ophelia.
She greets him as you would
an estranged child:
holds his skull-cap in the lap
of her billowing dress,
and they watch Elsinore burn to the ground.
There’s no one left for them to haunt.

—  Suraya Kamal, Hamlet
Part 15 - Dear Cyrus 2

(Continuation of previous chapter Part 14 - Dear Cyrus)

Well that night I didn’t really drank much but he did. He was just leaning on my shoulder as the silence took over most of the time. I didn’t know how to react to him so I guess the best I could offer was being there for him.

Its funny how its our first time meeting each other (for the main reason of just having fun) but here I am with a brokenhearted man beside me. Man I told myself I’m digging in some deep shit that I shouldn’t here.

We didn’t really text much after that night, but I went on stalking him on his social media, basically just checking him out. My fragile memories could recollect of me asking him if he was free a night before his birthday and we both were horny and so we did made an appointment to meet at his place.


Cyrus : Need a fetch tonight ?

Me : Nah its okay. I can take the taxi, you could drive me home after.

Cyrus : Okay then. Becareful. Text me when you’re here

Me : Yeah about 15 mins. btw Do you like chocolate or oreo more ?

Cyrus : Oreo. Why ? 

Me : No la. Just asking. text you when I’m nearby


I get to know his birthday through his Facebook so I wanted to surprise him since tomorrow its his actual birthday. I went off to a bakery store and bought a whole oreo cheesecake for him and got him worried because I was late :

Cyrus : traffic jam ? took you 1 hour ?

Me : Im fine. Reaching soon.

As I was all excited and smiling walking up to his place to surprise him since he has no idea I knew his Birthday and he thought I came just to have sex, as I knock on his door.

Cyrus : (opening the door)

Me : Surprise ! (lifting up the birthday cake box with plastic) 

Cyrus : What ?! (Surprised and laughing)

Me : I know its your birthday tomorrow..so I bought you a cake. (acting silly)

Cyrus : No wonder you asked whether I like choc or oreo lol

Me : (Walking towards the fridge and open it, putting the cake inside)

Cyrus : (hugged me from behind resting his head on my shoulder with his hands wrap around my waist

Cyrus : Thank you. (In a sincere tone) 


My heart was pounding fast in that heat of moment. I felt something again. I didn’t really utter any words that time. We were just indulging in the silence yet sweet moment of him hugging me from behind while the fridge’s was left open.

Me : Wanna have a slice now ? (broke the silence) 

Took a knife and cut a slice and handed to him saying :

Me : Happy birthday hehe ! (Acting silly)

Cyrus : (took the cream on top of the cake with his index finger towards my mouth feeding me) 

Me : (BLUSHING AS FUCK) (open my mouth and ate the cream)

oh dear god thinking back I was so shy and he was just laughing at me saying I’m cute with my face turned red…I lost count of how many time my heart beat in a second. Unconsciously I lean towards him and gave him a kiss with my eyes closed with my hands holding his waist. As I passionately kiss him on his lips slowly with my tongue tied with his, he put the plate away to the side of the sink. We were making out in the kitchen, kissing each other all the time. His fingers were running through my hair and gently touching my face. Eagerly lifting his shirt up and taking it off I push his body against mine close I move down to his neck licking it gently and slowly as he let out a soft moan 

Cyrus : Let’s go to the room.

As he shuts the room’s door. I found myself lying on his bed looking at him stripping off himself with his pants and undies. His cock is hard on. Laying next to me as we continue kissing my hands were reaching down to his cock stroking it. His rough hands were touching my body feeling my skin next to his, removing my shirt licking my neck, leaving marks on my shoulders as I let out a moan, he moves downwards to my sensitive nipples licking it gently drawing circles, flicking it with his tongue and suck it once in awhile. I felt so turn on. With his mouth doing the job, his hands slowly touching my belly to my wet cock and down right to my hole.

His hands were in between my thigh with his fingers touching my hole I felt even more turned on as if he’s molesting me with my pants still on.

Me : I wanna suck your cock please. 

Cyrus : I’ll rim you first. 

Removing my pants along with my undies he lift up my ass while he was in a kneeling position with his hands spreading my ass to give a better look at my hole. Diving in with his tongue licking my hole with his saliva covered like spreading butter on a bread. God I felt so good that I had to shut my mouth with my hands for trying not to moan too loud. Comes his finger poking my hole fingering me as I moan like a slut. 

I lean towards him an grab hold of his hard cock sucking it like nobody’s business. Eagerly sucking it so hard that I almost choke myself from it. As eager as I said : 

Me : Fuck me please.

He turn around and took a condom out of the box along with the lube. I hold on to his legs and said : 

Me : Cyrus. Do you wanna fuck me without the condom ?

Cyrus : (his eyes were widen and surprised saying) You sure ? 

Me : (shyly nodded my head and turn around in doggystyle with my ass facing him)

Hearing the sound of him squeezing the lube. He got hold of his hands on my ass from behind and I felt his hard on 7 Inch dick piecing through me. We were on cloud 9. Fucking me in and out from behind as we both moan at the same time he lean towards me from the back and smell me and kiss my neck while his hips are moving on its own. My wet cock was dripping precum all over the bed I felt it leaking.

As we slowly adjust the position of me laying fully on the bed while he lay on me with his dick still in me. Our body were sweating, so hot that we’re fucking in madness. My hard cock were begging to breathe so I gently pad on his thigh said : 

Me : Change (moaning)

Both of us woke up we were kissing each other I pushed him down and squat on his hard dick, with my hands holding his cock trying to fit it back in my hole. As it enters both of us moaned in joy. Slowly swallowing it fully in my hole as I felt the hardness I hold my hands with his, gently moving up and down riding him with my shy face expose to his. His hands were on my hips while mine was on his thighs. Riding it even harder as he said : 

Cyrus : Fuck you’re so cute you’re gonna make me cum

Me : I’m cumming too.

As I my hard cock were begging for me to stroke, I felt a hot wave of liquid rushing inside me as he moans :

Cyrus : Fuck fuck fuck !!

Stroking my own cock in a split second I cummed all over his body moaning together. That moment we couldn’t care less of what the neighbor heard.

With hole filled with his cum I was so worn out and lay on him with both our bodies covered with my cum panting :

Me : (breathing heavily , panting)

Cyrus : (hugging me even though we’re covered in cum) 

Me : happy ? (acting silly)

Cyrus : Yes..much better without the condom. Lets go clean you up.

As we were in the bathroom he kept nagging me to wash properly, making sure all his cum was out from my hole. Insisting to see the water comes out clean. I felt something again. For once a Top that is not selfish and actually care about me after the sex. 

As I got off from the shower I was kneeling down packing my stuff into my bag.

Cyrus : Don’t go first, come over here. (in a sincere tone)

Me : (Walk towards his room as he was laying on his beanie bag and lay right next to him with my head rest on his chest)

I couldn’t recall the conversation that we had that time…All I remember was gently touching his rose tattoo on his leg while he fell asleep with his hands around me. Looking at him fell asleep peacefully. 

After that night. We rarely text each other. Mostly he don’t reply my messages, even if he replied it would be a day later. I didn’t know what went wrong and I was just so puzzled that I stop trying so hard. But what I felt through things that I felt wasn’t fake. Well maybe the sad part was I was the only one who felt it but he didn’t. It all happen 3 years ago till one of the days I met him on the monorail on his way to work.

All we did was just pass by each other smiled. 


Dear Cyrus, its bitter. But yet sweet. Thank you. xo

I Like You

“Psst! Hey! Hey, Cas!”

Cas looked around, confused, trying to figure out who was calling his name.

“Look down,” he heard, so he did. His eyes widened in surprise. His best friend Dean was sitting comfortably under the Winchesters’ dining table, eating a large slice of pumpkin pie piled high with whipped cream. “C’mere,” Dean said, gesturing with his free hand.

Written for the prompt: Imagine your OTP eating pie underneath the dining room table, as Thanksgiving family madness happens around them. (1.2k)

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow Americans, and happy random Thursday to everyone else!

[AO3]

“Psst! Hey! Hey, Cas!”

Cas looked around, confused, trying to figure out who was calling his name.

“Look down,” he heard, so he did. His eyes widened in surprise. His best friend Dean was sitting comfortably under the Winchesters’ dining table, eating a large slice of pumpkin pie piled high with whipped cream. “C’mere,” Dean said, gesturing with his free hand.

“What are you doing?” Cas asked, frowning in confusion.

“Just come on,” Dean said, waving for Cas to join him.

Cas glanced around. No one was paying him any attention. “I have another piece for you,” Dean added, and that was the final motivation Cas needed. He slid down his seat until he was seated next to Dean and grabbing the other plate.

“Why are you under the table?” Cas asked again curiously.

“Because,” Dean said. “There are too many people up there. And Aunt Missouri won’t stop asking me how school’s going. Why does she even care?”

“Oh,” Cas said, taking a bite of the pie. Dean’s mom had made it the previous afternoon, and it tasted as amazing as it always did. “So how long are you planning to sit down here?” he asked in between mouthfuls.

“As long as necessary,” Dean said, dead serious, and Cas noticed, not for the first time, the complete stubbornness in his green eyes.

“I’ll stay, too,” Cas decided, spreading his legs out in front of him and leaning against one of the table legs.

A few years earlier, the Winchesters and Novaks (next-door neighbors and close family friends) had decided to host Thanksgiving dinner together, and they’d done it every year since. All of their family and some close friends would gather in the Winchester’s dining room (and living room because they had so many people) to eat and be together, and it was one of Cas’ favorite days of the year.

“Did you bring your turkey home?” he asked Dean as he ate his last bite of pie. Their third-grade class had made turkeys out of construction paper during craft time earlier that week and Cas personally thought that Dean’s was the best. He’d told him as much when Dean had finished, and he remembered how Dean had flushed with pride.

“Yes, it’s on the fridge,” Dean said happily. “Mom said it was beautiful and wanted to be able to see it all the time.”

Cas smiled too. “Mine’s in my bedroom at my desk. I had to make sure Gabe wouldn’t steal it. He’s mean sometimes.”

“Yeah, he is,” Dean agreed. They peered out from under the table, observing what their families were doing. On the other side of the room, Dean’s parents John and Mary were looking at the pictures on the wall and making comments about them. Cas’ mother Naomi was not far away, having a discussion with a friend of hers from work, Linda Tran, as Linda’s son Kevin stood not far away. They could see Gabriel chasing Dean’s younger brother Sam around, Sam laughing hysterically, and in the corner by the TV Uncle Bobby was talking to Ellen Harvelle, both of them completely absorbed in their conversation.

“I think they like each other,” Cas said, eyes pausing on Uncle Bobby and Ellen.

Dean followed his gaze. “Me too,” he said. “I think Uncle Bobby’s gonna ask her out and then they’ll kiss. That’s what grownups do when they like each other.”

“What do kids do when they like each other?” Cas asked curiously, and Dean shrugged.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Share toys? Draw each other pictures? Maybe they kiss too.”

“Really?” Cas asked, and Dean nodded. Cas pondered that for a moment before leaning forward to peck Dean on the lips in an innocent kiss. “I like you, Dean,” Cas said, and Dean grinned.

“I like you too.”


Fifteen years later, Dean and Cas (now twenty-three) sat on the couch snuggled up together after a full Thanksgiving meal. Most of their family had gone home by now and their parents were cleaning up while Sam and Gabriel had gone outside to talk, leaving Dean and Cas alone in the living room.

“How many years have we been doing this?” Dean asked, fingers tracing light patterns on Cas’ arm.

“You mean this?” Cas quipped, referring to their current position.

Dean laughed. “No, having Thanksgiving dinner here,” he said. “It’s gotta be eighteen years at least…”

“Something like that,” Cas agreed. “Why?” he asked curiously.

“Nothing, I was just thinkin’ how we sat under the table that one year to eat our pie. Remember? And we watched what everyone else was doing ‘til they left and we fell asleep.”

Cas smiled. “How could I forget? And your mom had to carry us up to your bedroom so we didn’t spend the whole night on the floor.”

“She did, didn’t she,” Dean said with a chuckle. “I wonder if we can still fit…” Dean mused as he stared at the table, and it was Cas’ turn to laugh.

“We were quite a bit smaller then,” he teased.

That didn’t stop Dean from standing and reaching out his hand, an unmistakably mischievous twinkle in his eye. “C’mere,” he said, and Cas recalled eight-year old Dean saying the same thing. He hadn’t been able to resist then, and he wasn’t able to now either.

Dean got down on his hands and knees and crawled under the table, careful not to bump his head as he sat up and Cas followed him.

“Hi,” Dean said softly.

“Hi,” Cas answered with a smile.

Dean glanced around. “Wish we had some pie.”

“Yeah, it’s not quite the same without,” Cas replied, nudging Dean’s shoulder.

“I know what would make it better,” Dean said slyly.

Cas humored him. “And what would that be, Dean?”

Dean shifted so he was kneeling in front of Cas and pulled out a little black box from his jacket pocket, opening it to reveal a beautiful gold band. “Marry me?” he asked simply, and Cas sat in shock for a second before he came to his senses, rising up to grasp Dean’s face in his hands and pull it to his, kissing him breathless. “Yes, yes!” he whispered. “God, yes!”

Dean smiled against his mouth, and murmured, “Good.” They broke apart so Dean could slide the smooth gold band onto Cas’ finger and then Dean pulled him in for another kiss. When they separated again, Cas laughed.

“This is where we had our first kiss,” he said. “Is that how you planned it?”

Dean nodded bashfully. “I, uh, wanted to make it special.”

“Well, you made the perfect choice,” Cas said with a smile.

That night, as they cuddled up together in Dean’s old bed for the first time as an engaged couple, they watched the stars out the window, something they had always done during sleepovers at Dean’s house. Just before they drifted off to sleep, Dean uttered three familiar words and Cas replied as he knew how.

“I like you.”

“I like you too.”

Teasing Touches.

Request: I saw your request for raunchy requests and I had something I thought would be fun.
Either Steve or Bucky and my thought was the reader and him could be having a competition to see who would give into the others teasing for sex.
I was thinking maybe some public foreplay

Warnings: Unprotected sex (use condoms people), filthy mouthed Bucky. Blowjobs and frusterated Bucky!

A/N: I really went ALL OUT on this one. I hope you enjoy. It’s fucking filthy lol

Originally posted by itsfuckingvampire

Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, Captain America’s best friend (not without some shit from Mr. Birdman himself, of course), and most importantly, your boyfriend.
You met Bucky on a mission, I guess you could call yourself a ‘rogue’ assassin. Not necessarily a good guy, but not a bad guy either.
Infiltrating a Hydra base, Barnes caught you through his scope, and they stopped you.
Steve of course, Impressed with your ability to sneak into Hydra undetected, wanted to recruit you.
You thought about it for a little bit, then just showed up to the tower and agreed to be a part of the Avengers.
Bucky wasn’t so sure about you at first, after all, you WERE in a Hydra base. It took months of convincing him that you aren’t a goddamn spy.
The sexual tension between the two of you would make anyone gag.
Sam telling Bucky to just fuck already, Nat telling you you’re driving everyone crazy.
Nothing seemed to be working.
Until Steve sent you and Bucky on an undercover mission, acting as a married couple on their honeymoon.
It didn’t take too long at that point, you ended up fucking almost all night long about a week into your mission.
You were surprised you made it as long as you had.
So thats how we ended up where we are now.
Laying in your shared bed, your head resting on Bucky’s stomach, you press a kiss to his belly.
He looks down at you and raises his eyebrow.
“Doll?”
“I’m boooored Bucky…” You crawl up his chest, placing kisses all they way up from his stomach, to his chest.
Nibbling on his jawbone, your lips find their way to his mouth, slipping your tongue through his lips.
As your tongues dance, his hands find their way into your hair. He tilts your head to the side, and kisses you deeper.
He takes one of his hands out of your hair, dragging his hand down your sides, resting his hand on your hip, his thumbs drag slow, lazy circles
on your hipbone. He moans into your open mouth, then drags his tongue up your open mouth.
“Fuck, Bucky…” Almost everything this man does drives you over the edge.
His thumb drags across your cheek, he smirks that stupid half smirk.
“Yes, doll?”
“You’re so fucking cocky.” You grin and roll your eyes in annoyance.
He grinds his hips against yours, and kisses you on the mouth again.
“You think so?” He drags your lower lip into his mouth and sucks on it seductively.
“In fact, too cocky.” You pull away from him, and sway your hips to the door.
“Woah woah woah, wait. The hell are you going, doll? You gonna leave me like this?” He makes refrence to his dick, straining through his sweatpants.
“You got two arms that arn’t broken dont you? One might be a little rusty, maybe.” You wink at him.
“Tell you what, Barnes. Let’s make a bet.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“A bet, doll? What kind of bet?”
“A…competition of sorts.” You turn on your heel and turn to look at him.
“I bet you’ll break before me.”
“Break?”
“Sexual tension, you know, little teases and touches, until the other person can’t stand it anymore and breaks. And we have rough,” You make your way back to him,
crawling up the mattress, “hot,” you drag your fingertips up his leg, to his calf, “Passionate,” you press your palm to his abdomen, and you feel his muscles contract against your touch,
“sex..” His head falls back against the headboard, groaning and arching his back, to thrust his hips up to try to get friction.
You jump back up, “Ah, ah,ah babe.” You leave the bedroom, knowing you’ll have this in the bag.

-

A few days had passed, and Bucky is about to lose his mind, Bucky has always had a pretty high sex drive.
Maybe it’s because he wasn’t sexually active for so long that his body is making up for lost time.
(Y/N), Bucky and Steve all just got back from a mission and the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“Bucky, you alright man? You were kinda off your game tonight. That’s…odd…for you, to say the least.”
“I’m fine.” Bucky takes off his gear, when he’s making sure Steve isn’t looking, he reaches down and adjusts himself.
What? Can you blame him? His girlfriend is hot as fuck, they just got back from a mission where she’s in that damn cat suit and kicking ass.
He hasn’t gotten a good fuck in at least 5 days and it’s fucking killing him. Starting to affect his performance now.
(Y/N) walks by him, dragging her fingertips down his back.
“Look alive babe, we have dinner with the crew tonight, remember?” She smirks as she walks away, pulling off her catsuit as she goes.
Down her shoulders, as it cascades down her back, he watches her shoulder blades flex as she pulls it off. Before the suit gets past her ass, shes gone.
Bucky turns around and punches the wall with his metal hand. Affectivly punching a hole through the wall.
“Fuck!” He groans, his muscles are stiff, dick is hard, and he’s pissed off. Bucky is not fun to be around right now.
“Uh, Buck? You okay?” Steve cautiously peeks his head around the corner.
“No Steve, if you must fucking know, (Y/N)is playing this fucking teasing game, we haven’t fucked in almost a week and I can’t fucking stand it anymore!”
Steve is red as a tomato, obviously regrets asking.
“There, you happy now?!” Bucky leaves the debriefing room and goes to blow off some steam in the training room.

-

A few hours later it’s dinner time at the tower.
Bucky is in the kitchen with Wanda and Vision, trying to help in whatever way he can, trying anything to keep his mind off the frustration.
Meanwhile, you come in the dining room, in short shorts, and a tank top thats a bit too small for you. It’s not meant for anyone but your boyfriend, and you
dont know what’ll piss him off more, the fact that it gets him even MORE horny, or the fact that you wore it with everyone else around.
“Well DAMN, (Y/N) look at you lookin’ fine as hell!” Sam greats you in the dining room.
“Thanks Sammy, hey, you seen Buck?”
“Yeah…he’s in the kitchen. I don’t know what game you’re playing but I think you’re driving him crazy, he’s so hard to be around right now.”
You wink, “That was the plan”
Sam rolls his eyes as you make your way into the kitchen.
Buck is chopping peppers on the kitchenette.
'Fuck…something so hot about a man in the kitchen.’
He doesn’t know it but it doesn’t take much from him to get you…is frustration is yours as well.
Just knowing that you’re getting him so fucking horny and needy, HIM, Bucky Barnes, can do things to a woman…
You walk over to him, resting your head on his shoulder.
“Hey babe.” You kiss his cheek.
He looks down at you for the first time.
His eyes damn near pop out of his head.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” He grabs your shoulder and backs you up into a wall, blocking your body from sight.
“Are you insane? Why are you wearing this in front of everyone? Your body is for my eyes only, and here you are leaving nothing up to the imagination.” He
whisper/shouts.
“Okay I’ll take it off…” You reach down to the hem of your shirt and attempt to pull it over your head.
Bucky grabs your wrist, but not stopping you quick enough. Your shirt falls to the floor.
“Are yo–”
“Hey, guys have you seen the bottle opener?” Steves voice comes up, he’s rounding the corner. He’ll be in here quick.
Bucky pushes you gently on your knees, and you scooch back underneath the cabinet. Bucky kicks your shirt back to you.
“No, Steve I haven’t seen it.” Bucky goes back to chopping peppers, like nothing happened.
'Oh..oh God yes. This is perfect.’
You reach in front of you, as quietly as you can, and pull Bucky’s zipper down slowly as not to make too much noise.
You can hear Bucky’s sharp intake of breath.
Once you have the zipper down you reach in his boxers and pull his half hard cock out of it’s confines.
He readjusts himself on his feet, to keep him knees from buckling no doubt.
You lick your palm, and stroke his cock a few times, for good measure you know. You pull his now fully hard cock in your mouth.
Starting at the base of his fat, long cock, you lick a long stripe up to the tip of his cock.
You catch the drop of pre-cum that drips from the tip. He’s so painfully hard…in fact, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so hard.

-

Bucky can’t believe the nerve of you.
Sucking his cock, in public, under the counter?
'Oh God…she’s gonna be the fucking death of me.’
“Um, Buck..are you okay?” Steve starts to make his way around the counter.
'Fuck.’
“Don’t come back here Steve,..the onion is pretty strong back here.” He rubs his eye to make it look bad.
“Oh, okay. We’re all out here watching football if you’d like to join up? And have you seen (Y/N)? She hasn’t been around in a few minutes…”
'Yeah, shes sucking my fucking cock under the counter.’
“No, she left I think.”
“Oh…okay, it’s just you in here now, think you can handle it?”
“Oh yeah…i’ll be fine.” Steve leaves.
“Fuck, finally….” Bucky reaches down and grabs a fist full of hair, and slowly rocks his hips forward, thrusting his cock into your mouth.
“Oh, God baby…fuck your mouth feels so good.”
“You better be quiet, Buck…wouldn’t want anyone to know whats going on down here would we?”
He bites his lip, his head falls back.
“S-stop baby, you’re gonna make me cum.”
You do stop. You don’t want him to cum yet, not like this.
“Put your shirt on, doll. We’re going to bed. Fuck dinner, we’ll order take out.”
You do as your told, and sneaking out of the kitchen you hear Bucky say he doesn’t feel too good, and is going to retire for the night.
You manage to keep the trip up to the room PG. Somehow.
Once you get to your room, Bucky backs you up to the wall for the second time tonight, and brings his mouth to your ear;
“Sucking my cock in public like that baby? You’re such a bad girl..God I don’t know how I didn’t cum in your mouth, but I’m so glad I didn’t.
I need you now, we’re going to fuck, and we’re going to fuck hard, fast, rough…I don’t wanna hear anything but the sound of my balls smacking against your ass..”
You almost came in your panties right then and there, holy shit.
You turn yourself around, and brace yourself against the wall.
Bucky tears your shorts and panties off in one swift movement, and you’re too caught up in the moment to care.
You hear him rustle with his jeans, as he pulls his cock out of his jeans.
He rubs his cock up and down your soaked cunt, teasing you.
“You like being teased baby?”
“Please, Bucky…Please fuck me..I can’t stand it..I need it..”
“Yeah? You need my cock in that tight pussy of yours? It doesn’t fucking feel good to be teased this bad, does it?”
“N-No, I’m sorry Bucky..I’m so sorry…”
“Yeah, I know you are baby…” With that, he shoves his thick cock into your tight heat. He doesn’t even give you time to adjust, he just starts thrusting as
fast as he can, desperately chasing an orgasm that he’s been deprived of for a week.
“Fuck I love the sound your cunt makes while I’m fuckin’ you.” He tilts his head back, and moans.
“Fuck, just listen to it baby…” He grunts and starts moving even quicker, and brings his right hand up to cover your moans, so you can hear your soaked cunt
taking all of his cock.
“Fuck that sounds so pretty doesn’t it?” He slows his thrusts, as they become sloppy, knowing he’s so close to coming.
“Shit, tell me you’re close doll..”
“S-So close Bucky…oooh God I’m gonna fucking cum…”
He picks up his pace to get you there, and you simultaneously cum.
He stills inside you, while he shoots his load into your cunt.
You spasm around his cock, milking him for everything he’s worth.
He pulls out, watching his cum leak from your pussy.
He leaves to the bathroom and returns with a wet wash cloth to clean you both up.
“This was fun…we should do this more often..” You wink, out of breath. He picks you up and takes you to the bed.
“I don’t fucking think so…”

Holy….Shit. I enjoyed this.
I have sinned.