⚬genre⇁smut, slight humor, drama || brother’s best friend!au
⚬ warnings⇁public indecency, dirty talk, a lot of teasing, jimin’s porn preferences, and boobs
⚬ word count⇁6.3k
The long time running game between you and your brother’s best friend started when you noticed his fascination with boobs—yours specifically. It was never supposed to amount to more than harmless flirting and lingering glances, but now, one year later, Jimin was ready to change that.
alternatively: Jimin and you play a game. the loser is fucked. metaphorically. literally. all the above??
Pairing: jungkook x reader x jimin Genre: sports au, hockey player jungkook & jimin, smut, comedy?, slight angst, fluff too :’) Warnings: thigh riding, sexting, phone sex, pillow riding Word Count: 18k Summary:
There are three rules to become an official Puck Bunny: 1. You have to love hockey. No exceptions. 2. You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers. 3. And most importantly, have fun!
A/N: i wanted this to be a oneshot but i kept adding and adding more :( … anyway… enjoy part 1!!
Jared being super overprotective of you in general, but when a paparazzi gets in your face, saying nasty shit about you, he loses it ready to kick ass. Then you get home and he tells you he won’t let anyone disrespect you.
Character Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Female Omega!Reader
Word Count: 3,511
Warnings:NSFW 18+ SMUT! Oral (female receiving), face sitting, fingering, sexual penetration, A/B/O dynamics, knotting during a heat, dirty talk, language, a NSFW gif, some mild violence, hostage situation, angst and fluff. Whew.
A/N: I like Loki… I just needed a villian.
You stole from me.
So, I stole from you.
Time is ticking.
Her clock stops at midnight.
Bucky let the cell phone drop from his hands. He heard the screen shatter when it hit the pavement. He looked down at the glass shards that scattered across his boots. They blurred in his vision.
Rage warmed his blood as fear chilled his bones.
The feral howl that ripped from his chest echoed through the morning fog surrounding the cabin.
An anon asked for a Reid fic where the reader is British and he gets turned on by her accent. The team teases him for it and he eventually has to explain to the reader why he gets so weird whenever she talks. I love this request, I really hope you like it! Added in here a classic Spencer Reid Quote, shout out to anyone who can find it!
It gets smutty! Some fluff ensues at the end, it’s super cute!
UnBeta’d so sorry for any errors, also flood warning!
“As soon as Agent Y/L/N gets here, we are going to start the briefing,” Hotch said to the team, who were all still sitting around at their desks before disappearing into his office.
“Ready for the new team member, pretty boy?” Derek teased from his seat with a smirk.
“What?” Spencer asked nonchalantly. He knew Y/N was British. She’d been in for numerous interviews and when she was in the training field, all the other trainees were talking about the ‘British Bombshell’ that was joining the BAU team.
“You know what,” Derek replied.
“Does Reid have a thing for accents?” Prentiss asked. She looked at the genius with playful eyes.
“No, he has a thing for British accents,” JJ said, shaking her head.
“I see,” Emily said with a smirk similar to Derek’s.
“I don’t know if I like the looks on your faces,” Rossi said as he walked up. After inspecting the teasing smiles of the three agents, he clocked the blush on Reid’s face. “What’s wrong with you, coffee catching up to you this morning?”
Warnings: Smut - NSFW – Sexual themes, inappropriate language, nudity, handjob,
fingering, squirting, unprotected sex - please guys if you’re going to be intimate with someone, please use protection. Also if you’re underage, please don’t read this.
Author’s Note: Hi guys, I don’t even know what to say about this. I think this
is the most smuty thing I’ve ever wrote ahah so all I can say is I hope you
enjoy it. This is also for @marvelous-fvcks writing
challenge. I hope you like it! I did my best. And please guys, tell me what you think of it. I’m so nervous for some reason ahaha.
Prompt Word: Hickey
“Cause of death,” you whispered to Natasha, making her snort.
You took another bite of your cereal and watched Bucky walk over to the refrigerator. He opened the door and reached in, grabbing a water. You and Nat both barely held in groans when he tipped it back and took long pulls from the bottle, the muscles in his throat working vigorously.
He had been down in the gym with Steve. He hadn’t hit the shower yet so his chest was gloriously bare, sweat still clinging to his skin. The gray gym shorts he was wearing were hanging low on his hips, a peak of his black underwear visible. The sweat on his legs were making his shorts stick to his thighs.
That is the cause of death you had been referring to.
When you had entered the gym a half an hour ago to retrieve your hairbrush that you left in the shower room, Bucky had been doing squats. You had frozen in place as you watched the muscles in his back bunch with every movement. His shorts had stretched tight across his firm ass and had ridden halfway up his thighs. The muscles were straining as he bent deep, the weights on the barbell across his shoulders staying parallel.
Creative Content Contributor:@baebae-goodnight (her mood boards are amazing - like all the damn time)
Rating: M - explicit sex, cursing, drinking
Word Count: 6k
Married by obligation, weighed down by circumstance. Except for those nights when you’re both drunk, falling into bed with one another and realizing you’re human. Occasionally this happens, occasionally you fuck. Until your life changes and you realize Namjoon, the very man you’re obligated to, might just be the very man that you crave.
Roman knew you were reaching your breaking point. As much as you tried to stay cool and collected under the gaze of his bedroom eyes, he could tell it was all an act. Being an upir had its advantages. One of them being how he could catch your eye and sense your body remembering every welcomed violation he performed on your pleasure deprived body only a few hours prior. He could hear your heart race and he could all but taste the blood rushing to his favorite spot between your thighs. He wanted you again the moment he watched you fall into euphoria in his arms.
Check out the inspiration behind Harry’s home here!
As always, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained. Please don’t push me into a wall or into traffic, B! Remember that I love you! Another big thank you to my expert on all-things London (and ladders), @cuddlemusclestyles.
Let me know what you think! Happy reading.
“A pink room, huh?” Nick swirls the ice in his glass, smiling with his eyebrows raised.
“She had the same reaction,” Harry smirks, taking the last sip of his tequila. “But after she thought about it, she liked the idea. Eyes got all bright ‘n shit,” he laughs. “A pink guest room.“
“Well, if it’s what ye’ want,” the radio host clinks the rim of his glass against Harry’s. “Then ‘m ‘appy for ye’. Might ‘ave to claim it as me own when I sleep over.”
warnings: dom!hoseok, demeaning names, spanking, rough sex, drug use, violence
You called out his name and he glanced up from where he was perched on your doorstep, a controlled expression on his face. You couldn’t help but feel the prickle of heat at how his eyes stared into yours. He was staring at you with a knowing smirk- it was almost as if he was challenging you, and you were all too ready to accept the challenge he was offering.
“Y/N.” He responded shortly, raking over your body with his eyes. You swallowed thickly, even his stare was laced with intent and it had you more aroused than you cared to admit.
Hoseok of course noticed your arousal and just raised an eyebrow at you evenly. The smirk on his lips grew as he pulled himself off of your front step, standing up straight so you were face to face, only a few metres apart.
“How was your gallery thing?” He asked dismissively.
“Yeah,” You said. “Good.”
He looked bored by your words, disinterested in what you had to say, and you wanted to change that. Boldly, you opened your mouth, your breath coming out as an icy puff in the air.
“I kept thinking about how I wanted to fuck you the whole time, though.”