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Let Me Help - Tom Holland x Reader

Title: Let Me Help
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Synopsis: Tom learns one of your deepest secrets and wants to help.
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: This wasn’t requested, and it’s my very first smut ever, so please go easy on me!! And thank you @spideysosterfield for sending me this pic and causing my thirst.

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Originally posted by deararchimedes

Summary : Practically everyone knows that “Touch It” is about getting a handjob… So what happens when you confront your boyfriend Jongdae about it?

Warnings : smut (handjob/penetration), language 

W.C. : 1.8k + 

A/N : I’m sorry this is… I’m sorry.

“Jongdae what the actual fuck?” you hissed into your phone.

You heard Jongdae chuckle on the other end of the line, low and with a hint of embarrassment.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific babe. What the actual fuck what?”

“That didn’t even make sense,” you replied, pacing in your bedroom.

You heard Jongdae sigh and springs creak as he most likely laid back on his bed.

“Is this about that song?” he finally asked, already knowing the answer.

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EXO Reactions to teasing you in public

The BTS reaction will be posted soon

Situation: You and your boyfriend went out for dinner and you’re looking so sexy in your dress, that he can’t keep his hands to himself.


He’s touching your inner thigh, squishing it and goes higher to your heated area. You’re pushing his hand away and say “Stop it! We’re in public!”

“What’ wrong, Babe? I don’t know what your talking about”


He keeps staring at you the whole time until he reaches between your legs. He whispers into your ear… 

“Already so wet…I will have fun with that pussy tonight”


A moan came out of your mouth, as he pushed a finger inside your pussy. You could feel the stares, tried to get yourself together and said loudly “Wow, the food is so delicious”. 

His reacion:

Originally posted by irpsychotic


“I’m going to pound the shit outta you tonight” he whispered into your ear. You shiffered a little. “You should’ve put on a dress less sexy, I’m the only who should see your body like this”. Lots of dirty talk ;)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


“You should wear this dress more often, Babe.” He said while grabbing your butt. 

“Couldn’t wait to see you strip down for me tonight.”

Originally posted by creepy-luhan


“You look so hot tonight, I couldn’t wait to rip that dress off of you.” He says to you, while grabbing your butt. You slaped his hand away and told him to shut up, since just the thought of it already made you wet.

“I’m going to make you scream my name all night long.”

Originally posted by luhan-vevo


He would put your hand to his dick and force you to touch it.

“This is what you’ve done to me by looking like this”

Originally posted by dayafterdae


He couldn’t stop staring at you and licking his lips. He would put his hand between your thighs and start rubbing you pussy, but no one would realize. He pushed your panties to the side and put one finger inside you. It’s hard to keep your mouth shut. 

“If you want me to stop, you should do me a favour and help me get rid of my boner.”

Originally posted by ochan


“You look so damn fine, how should I survive the dinner without touching you?” He whispered in your ear, slowly grabbing your pussy. You fighting your inner need to moan.

“Don’t fight it, I can already hear your moans, Babe. I think we need to go home now.”

Originally posted by sehuntiful


He grabs your hand and puts it on his bulge. You can tell, that he’s been having a boner. He looks at you, bit his lower lip and whispers in your ear…

“You gotta take care of this later, since you’re so rude and wear this stunning dress”

Originally posted by kim-jongmin


He would kiss you really often, but more like soft kisses, since you’re in public. But when no one is watching you, he would grab your ass and get you closer to him. 

“Tonight I wanna see those lips around my cock” pointing at your lips.

Originally posted by beatriceindre


He’s having a hard time. He would touch you the whole time, but you always push his hands away and tell him to stop and wait until the two of you get home.

“That’s what you get from wearing a dress like that”

Originally posted by iwannabigcars

the noisy neighbors [m]

Originally posted by wanjacks

❛❛i live in a house full of stupid men and their dirty underwear except there is an angel in their midst and he cleans up after himself and does everyone’s laundry and we share the same neighbor who likes to have wild sex every night and the hot boy hates confrontation but i guess not when his dick is in my vagina❜❜ AU

COUNT → 7.143

GENRE → smut 

PAIRING → jinyoung | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | oral sex | explicit language | penetration | graphic dirty talk | spanking 

note → this is for my friend @loljinyoungie because it’s her birthday today!!!! birthday smut!!!! so if ur reading this. please feel free to send her a birthday message :-D i hope u like this smut though!!!!! i told you i would finish it!!!!!!!!! a little later than i planned but oH WELL HAVE AT ALL YOUR KINKS I HOPE I DID THEM JUSTICE. AND IF I SPELLED HIS NAME “JIMYOUNG” ANYWHERE IM GONNA BE SO MAD IDK WHY THAT IS EVEN A THING THAT HAPPENS

You really hated the fact that you were such a light sleeper.

One of your favorite sounds in the world was nothing. That’s not to say you didn’t have a favorite sound, but that your favorite sound was literally nothing. Nothing was the sound of a cool breeze blowing against your house’s exterior. Or maybe it was even the sound of rain dripping from your roof outside your window—sounds like those.

Nothing was white noise, but it also sounded cooler to say nothing rather than that.

However, the sound of bodies thudding into the wall next to you? That was definitely not white noise.

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The Fitting (Part 1)

The younger Jungkook has a workplace crush on you, but you let the flattery get to you and make a proposition you can’t take back.

The Fitting: parts 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10  10.5  11 11.5  12  13  

You checked yourself in the mirror, tucking your hair behind your ears and undoing the top two buttons of your dress to show just a little cleavage. Ugh, what am I doing?, you thought, buttoning back up. This is wrong. I’m only here to work and flirting is certainly not part of the job.

You had been working as a stylist for BTS for the past few months and the job came at the perfect time in your life. For the previous few years you had been working in New York in the costuming department for a theater group, preparing to get married. You thought everything in your life was going great until, one day, you came home to find your fiancé in bed with someone else. In that moment, your world crashed. 

After spending a few months moping around feeling sorry for yourself, you decided to pack your bags and move to Seoul. You had some family living there and you thought this was the place you could start your life over again.  A big part of your new job was being responsible for doing all alterations. It was tedious work and not very creative, but it was a foot in the door and the group members and all your coworkers were pretty nice to you.

You looked at the clock, it was 9pm.  He would be here any minute. Checking the mirror one more time, you told yourself, Maybe I’ll just undo one button…

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Monty x Reader

Originally posted by despairingfever

“Hey, can I request a Monty X reader smut where she has never given blowjob and he kind of guides her and they end up having sex? English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes” - Challenge was gladly accepted!

Warning: Smut

A fight had broken down between Alex and Montgomery outside of the school and he seemed pretty pissed afterwards and being the stud that he is, he figured he would find some chick to take away the stress and his target was me.

“Are you going to be a Jessica Davis’ party tonight?” I heard a deep tone of voice from behind me and instantly I knew the person, I shut my locker door and turned on my heel to face the person; Monty.

“How is that any of your business Montgomery?” I asked trying to not care but to be honest I have a crush on him.

“Why the mood?” He asked biting his lower lip

“Not now” I scurried out the double doors of the school so I can head home.

I thought long and hard before I made my decision of whether to head to the party or not but thinking about Monty, the way he bit his lower lip got me feeling some type of way which helped in making my decision. I searched through my wardrobe in hopes to find the perfect outfit- something that will differentiate myself from school hours to free hours. I pulled out a body hugging dress with plunged neckline and grabbed my black nike shoes.

My neighbor was Jeff so he gladly gave me a ride to the party because I knew he would attend, I mean come on its Jeff!

“you look hot” he stated from beside me.

“Thanks Jeff” I smiled

“Trying to impress anyone?” He chuckled

“Only one” I had a devilish grin spread on my face as we inched closer to Jessica’s house.

Getting out of the vehicle and walking into the crowded place of teenagers, the smell of alcohol and free spirit were viable in the air as the atmosphere was chaotic. My eyes searched all over the room for one specific person but he was nowhere in sight, I gasped at the feel of a hand slapping my ass and I turned to face the one and only.

“Excuse you?” I spat but secretly enjoyed his gesture.

“Oh hey Y/N, I didn’t notice it was you.” He smirked

“Let me guess huge dick cause little dick?” I retorted and watched as his expression fell from being perverted to offended and annoyed.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about” he laughed

“Prove it” as soon as those words left my lips I felt his hand grasp my wrist as he dragged me up to one of the empty rooms.

“You think you can say anything huh? Let me see what that mouth can do then” he sat me down in front of him as he unbuckled his belt and dragged both his boxers and jeans down to his ankle. His huge bulge sprung out as my eyes widened

“Not so little after all?”

“I can’t” I stuttered

“ gently wrap your hands around it and move your hand up and down my shaft slowly and lick the tip, after slide me into your mouth and suck while doing so” he guided me I bit my lower lip as my hand wrapped around his length

I teased him by licking and kissing the tip until I felt him tense up and grow impatient, I opened my mouth to allow him more access- sliding my lips down his shaft and feeling his tip hit the back of my throat, he moaned as I kept wrapping my tongue around him and sucking him off.

I accidentally bit him and he groaned in pain “no teeth” he flinched and once I got the hang of things he tossed his head back in pure pleasure.

“Fuck, I want you.” He spat and grabbing me off the floor, twisting me around and lifting up my dress he spanked my ass real hard and tearing off my panties, I was pushed onto the bed and felt his hand tightly grasping my hips to pull my ass up, his nails dug into my sides as he pushed himself hard inside me.

Not giving me enough time to adjust he repeatedly started to slam his length fully inside me, his tip grazing my g-spot driving me insane and causing my eyes to roll back; my hair was grabbed into a ponytail as he kept his free hand on my ass, fully ramming into me cause me to reach my orgasm the feeling was overwhelming that I started trembling under him.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” he muttered and cursed I felt him slip out and release his load on my bruised ass from his constant spank.

“You should run that little mouth more often” he smirked and headed out.

I got cleaned up and he got dressed as we went back to the party like it never happened.

The Neighbors (5/?)

Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You grew up in a small town with you parents and siblings, so your new experience was city life. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing,  flirting, a little angst & fluff

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, eventual Steve Rogers x Reader

                                     Chapter 5 : Sleepovers & Forts

      The tension is getting thicker in the air by the second. You’re still staring at Steve, trying to figure out what his angle is.

“Wait, Steve Rogers? Captain America?” Nick asks. Steve nods and Nick’s jaw nearly drops to the floor. “You are dating Captain America?” he asks dumbfounded.

 Steve answers for you, “Yes she is.” You look up to Steve, a wide smile on your face. He winks down at you, a blush appears once again. Nick starts laughing and shaking his head. The bartender shows up with your shots, finally, but Steve requests that a server takes them to the table. You look over and see Sam and Bucky watching with wide eyes also.

“You know y/n, I shouldn’t be surprised, you always did love Captain America.” You snap your head towards Nick as he speaks. Oh shit, no no no. Steve shoots you a confused but ‘oh really?’ look. You awkwardly laugh and shrug your shoulders.

  “Oh you didn’t tell him did you? Dude, she has always had a crush on you.” Steve is going to think I’m a psychotic stalker now. Fuck, Nick ruins everything.

  Your eyes open wider than ever, you can’t even look at Steve. A loud, hearty laugh makes its way out of Steve, adding confusion to your embarrassment.

  “Good thing she finally has me, I’d hate to think of such a sweet girl being stuck with someone like you.” It was your jaw that almost hit the floor this time, Nick just looks pissed off. What the hell is Steve doing?

“Excuse me? You don’t even know-” Nick stars to defend himself but Steve shuts him down immediately.

  “But I do know, Nick. You’re the one that cheated on her correct? Numerous times? Then proceeded to try and get her back when she moved on with her life and came here, to me. If memory serves correctly, and it always does, she asked you to leave her alone. I don’t think stalking her in a bar was what she had in mind. So if I were you, I’d back off before you really make me angry.” Holy fucking balls. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life. I completely forgot I told the guys about Nick last week.

Originally posted by stallingdemons

  Nick starts to argue again, but then Steve does something to surprise you even further. He moves his hands to cup your face, and places a gentle, lingering kiss on your lips. You place your hands over his, cradling them in yours as he kisses you. Oh my God.  The butterflies in your stomach are bouncing off the walls, the spark shooting through your body is your new favorite addiction. Steve pulls away, but you find your lips chasing after his. When you open your eyes, his are already looking at you. You look around, seeing that Nick’s vanished from his prior spot. Steve puts his fingers under your chin, moving your face back to his.

“I hope I didn’t overstep any boundaries, you just looked so uncomfortable when I looked over here Y/n. I’m- ”

  “Don’t you dare say you are sorry, Steven Grant Rogers. Thank you for bailing me out of that. I think I might have cried if you didn’t save me,” you say. Steve pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head softly.

You both make your way back to the table. When you arrive, you’re welcomed with smirks from Sam and Bucky. You explain to them about what happened and how Steve saved your ass from being stuck talking to Nick. Bucky slaps Steve proudly on the back while still smirking. You try to stifle a laugh but barely contain it.

   “See Barnes, that is real 40’s charm,” you say, winking at Steve. You all laugh and continue drinking and talking about random things. Before you know it, you are trying to be a wing woman for Sam, while Steve and Bucky watch the scene before them. You’re both somewhat drunk by now; you had talked Sam into a tequila shot contest an hour ago. You won by 3 shots and you’re slightly regretting it now. Your wing woman skills are a little off, but you manage to help Sam get two girls numbers. After that, you two head back to the table, surprising Steve and Buck with the fact you actually completed the task. They suggest it’s time to head out after having to stop Sam from ordering more tequila for the both of you. On the way out, you feel eyes on  you. You glance over your shoulder and lock eye contact with Nick. He sends you a wink and blows you a kiss. You turn back around and connect your arm with Bucky’s since he is next to you.

 You finally make it back to your building, only feeling a little tipsy now.

   “So guys, we going to talk about that kiss that we saw earlier?” Sam asks, his words slightly slurring together. Way to be weird about it Sammy. You blush red, noticing Steve doing the same.

 "How about we don’t and we build a fort instead?“ You ask as you all step off the elevator onto your floor. Sam snaps his eyes to you, smiling like a child.

“FORT AND A SLEEPOVER?” He half shouts. You almost fall over laughing at how excited and drunk he is.

 "As long as your roommates don’t mind.“ You both send Steve and Bucky puppy eyes. They agree to a sleepover. You and Sam sprint to their door, he fumbles with the keys but finally unlocks it. You head straight for the couches and begin your night of fort building and laughs.

Time skip  3 hours…

  It took an hour to successfully turn the boys entire living room into a fort. Pillows stacked ridiculously high, blankets draping over as much of the room as they could. You’ve been laying in it for a while, watching Parks & Rec on Netflix. You hear a tiny snore and look around the fort. You see Sam and Bucky sleeping side by side. You cover your mouth with your hand so your laugh doesn’t wake them. Steve is still awake beside you, so you nudge his side and point to the boys. He shakes his head, trying not to laugh at the sight of them almost nuzzled together. You quickly take your phone out, snapping at least 20 pictures of them. Steve quietly starts to make his way out and you follow. He helps you to your feet, watching your tug the bottom of your dress back down. When you look up, his hands rubbing the back of his neck.

Nervous habit returns.

"You want a shirt y/n? You probably want to get out of that dress,” he says. His eyes instantly go wide, realizing that might sound like he was implying something.

You smile, letting out a quiet giggle. “Actually yeah, that would be great Steve. You just keep on saving me tonight, don’t you?” You ask playfully. He blushes in return and leads you to his room.

He picks a navy blue Brooklyn shirt out of his drawer, similar to the one Bucky wore tonight. He hands it to you  and shoos you toward the bathroom. Once you close the door, you realize you don’t have any pants. You shrug it off, and strip out of your dress. You look in the mirror. Steve shirt is a little shorter than your dress was on you, leaving your black cheek hugging underwear peeking out. If Steve’s uncomfortable, he’ll say so, right?

You walk out of the bathroom and your heart starts racing. Steve is laying on his bed, in only flannel pajama pants. His chest is on full display, making your mouth go dry. You can see every one of bulging muscles, making dirty thoughts swirl around your intoxicated mind. He sends you a shy smile, fidgeting with his hands in his lap.

“If you’re not okay with this-”

“I was actually going to say the same thing to you about my lack of pants. I think we can both manage to not be weird about this, right Captain?” You ask innocently. You see a flash of something in Steve’s eyes, but it disappears soon after. Fuck, I could die happy after tonight. You drop the dress and your bra into a pile on his floor & crawl into his bed next to him. He turns his lamp off and pulls the blanket over the two of you. You’re not really sure who moves first, but you eventually end up snuggling into his chest, while he pulls your body against his. You nuzzle your nose in the crook of his neck and can feel him shiver. How did we even end up here? I don’t think I’ve ever been this lucky.  As you’re about the fall asleep, you hear Steve’s voice.

“So…You’ve always had a thing for Captain America, huh?”

“Oh my God.” You shove your face into his chest, trying to hide the embarrassment on your face. You feel his chest start shaking from his laughter. “Please tell me you don’t think I’m a stalker Steve, because I swear-” You’re interrupted by his lips meeting yours in soft kiss. Your lips melt against his, the kiss switches from soft to a little more demanding. Steve shifts both of you so that his body is hovering over yours. His breath is fanning across your face as he takes In your appearance.  For the love of all things Holy, please just fucking kiss me.  As if he read your mind, he leans down, connecting your lips once again. You lace your hands in his hair, trying to deepen the kiss as much as possible.

  When he parts his lips from yours, you take the opportunity to flip positions. Steve is now underneath you, with wide eyes. You smirk down at him as you straddle him, and bend forward as you reconnect your lips in a heated kiss. His fingers are holding onto you hips hard enough that you are positive you’ll have bruises, but you never stop him.  You can feel him already hard underneath you, so you slowly grind yourself down on his erection. He groans into the kiss, making the heat in your core flare up even more. You nip at his lip before you move away from him. I can’t screw this up. What if he doesn’t want to move this fast? You move to cup his face in your hand, he leans into it while smiling up at you.

Originally posted by couplenotes

“So you’re not weirded out?” You blurt out. Wow, I’m so smooth. You mentally face palm yourself at what you just said.

He chuckles, squeezing your waist a little tighter. You slip out a little moan, immediately covering your face with your hands. I really need to learn impulse control. You peek through your fingers at Steve, and he still has a goofy smile on his face.

“You really stopped kissing me to ask if it weirds me out that you have a thing for Captain America?” He playfully asks.

You roll your eyes and place both hands on his chest to hold yourself up. “I just…I don’t want you to think that is the only reason I like you. I like Steve Rogers, not just Captain America,” you say quietly.

“Not a lot of people see a difference between the two.”

“Well I do. I’d take the boy from Brooklyn over America’s golden boy any day.” You shove your finger in his chest as you speak. He laughs and lifts you off him so you are back on the bed.

“You sure this isn’t all the tequila talkin’, Ma'am? ”I can’t believe I’m turned on by him calling me ma'am. Seriously, how much cuter can he get?

“I sobered up as soon as I walked out and saw you in bed, Rogers.” He lets out a snort at your response.

“We’ll talk about this in the morning, Doll.”  Well, I can add Doll to the list with Ma'am now.

He pulls your body back to his, you rest your head on his chest once again. You tangle your legs with his and lay your hand on his stomach. Steve moves his hand, lacing your fingers with his. Yours eyes drift close as you fall into a warm, comfortable sleep.

     You wake up to the smell of bacon and coffee. When you move to stretch, you’re stopped by Steve’s arm holding onto you tightly. Some time during the night you must have shifted, because now he’s spooning you like there’s no tomorrow. You wiggles your back against him and feel his erection press into your butt. You stifle a moan at the feeling. You hear him grunt and he tightens his hold on you. He shoves his face into your hair and you release a small giggle.

  “And what are you giggling at?” His voice is gruff and filled with sleep.

   You turn yourself in his arms and plant a kiss his nose. His bedroom door flies open, revealing Sam with an apron on. You snort and being laughing at the sight. Steve groans at the interruption and rolls to his back.

“Well good morning you, too. I wasn’t interrupting anything, was I?” he asks while wiggling his eyebrows. Bucky shows up behind him smirking.

“Well well well, what do we have here? Doll, I’m hurt,” He pouts. You roll out of Steve’s bed and stand in front of the them. You kiss them both on the cheeks.

  “Good morning boys,” You purr as you walk towards the kitchen. Need. Coffee. Now.  As you walk away you hear a whistle behind you. You turn and see all three men’s eyes on your ass. Oh Crap. Pants. I forgot pants. Steve clears his throat, shaking the other two out of whatever thoughts were rolling through their minds.

  “Well sweetheart, I can honestly say I didn’t think you’d have a tattoo.”  You’ve got to be kidding me. How did I even forget. Your hand goes right to your right buttcheek, covering the black heart tattoo that occupies it.

  “Son of a bitch,” you mutter under your breath as you finally make it to the coffee pot. The boys follow suit, smirks playing on all their faces. You lean against the counter, holding the cup to your mouth.

“Jesus Sam, how much bacon did you make?” Steve asks as he stares at the mountain of food on the counter. You can’t believe how much Sam cooked either; there was a giant plate of bacon , pancakes, and hashbrowns.

  You hear Sam scoff, “I’m sorry, have you met you and boy wonder over there? You both eat like starving elephants.” You almost snort out the coffee in your mouth. The soldiers grumble as they start eating. You grab your own plate and seat yourself with them at  the table. As you’re all eating, you hear someone pounding at someone’s door. But it wasn’t the boy’s door. You realize it’s too loud to be on another floor, so you assume they are at your door. You place your plate down, making your way to the door. Steve is right behind you, when you stop he runs right into you. You send him a ‘what are you doing?’ look, but he just rubs the back of his neck.

  “Just making sure everythings okay.” You roll your eyes but open their door and peer your head into the hallway, trying to get a glimpse at whoever your visitor is. When you pop your head into the hall, you feel your blood begin to boil. The jackass pounding at your door at 10 am is Nick.

“Son of a bitch.” You hear Steve mumble under his breath.

Why can’t I ever just have a normal day?

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Making Archie horny at inappropriate times would include...

Originally posted by thecwriverdale

~ Anything you do makes Archie horny but when you’re in the mood you want to have him begging at your knees.

~ Except you always seem to turn him on at the most inappropriate times. 

~ Whether you were out with friends, at a family dinner or just even going out shopping. 

~ You especially loved making him horny when you were shopping. 

~ You would always try on these body-con dresses. The ones that accentuate your curves. 

~ “What do you think about this one Archie?” You questioned walking out in a tight, very revealing body-con dress. 

~ “Uh-Uhm… It looks great!” Archie said stuttering a bit. 

~ This time you bent in front of him to see if you could get a better reaction. “You don’t think it’s too revealing?” Archies eyes went wide at the sight of my chest. you smirked to myself in victory when you noticed the bulge forming in his jeans. 

~ “N-no, no-not at a-all.” You smiled before pressing my chest against his as You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. 

~ “Thanks, Arch! I think I’m going to get it!” 

~ Archie would become flustered and try to hide his now prominent bulge. 

~ The next store you went into was Victoria’s Secret. You needed to lingerie and you also knew that Archie would go crazy at this store. 

~ “Uh, (Y/N)? What are we doing here?” Archie questioned. 

~ “Oh, I just needed some new lingerie. Seeing you ripped off my last pair of good underwear.” Archie nodded as I immediately headed for the lingerie section. 

~ I began to pick out very revealing and lacy items. While also picking out regular bras and panties. I turned back to Archie before speaking up. 

~ “Listen, I need to try these on and then we can go.” Archie nodded, his bulge still very prominent.

~ I walked into the change rooms to see Archie not following me.  

~ “Arch! Come on, I need your opinion.” He nodded before following me. I went into the change room and tried on the different pieces of lingerie. I tried on, what I knew would be Archie’s favorite piece. 

~ Opening the door, Archies mouth dropped as did his eyes. 

~ “What do you think?” Before I could get an answer, Archie looked around to see if anyone was there as he pushed his way into the room. Closing the door behind him, he pinned me against the full body mirror. 

~ “Do you just like teasing me? Seeing how hard you can get me?” I giggled before nodding. Archie chuckled, he flipped me around so that my chest was pressed against the glass. “Well, baby girl, you got me all hot and bothered now. I was going to wait till we got home but seeing you in this… Well, we’re just going to have to do it here.” 

~ And with that he turned and locked the door. 

Take A Hint

Lin Manuel Miranda x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, tiny suicide mention

Authors Note: im really sorry, check my future posts for a sorry explanation as to why I’m such a dick lmfao

You pressed your ear to the door, straining to hear the soft voices from inside. Everyone from the cast had seemingly disappeared all at once, and you found yourself wandering the halls till you saw an unfortunately tall Daveed Diggs slipping away into Lin’s dressing room.
“Can’t seem to figure it out…”
The voice quieted, and then they were all speaking at once, making it insanely difficult for you to keep up.
“Maybe if we…”
“No we’ve tried that…”
“It’s a possibility…”
You could identify the angelic voice of Pippa as she called order to the disorganized meeting, and she hushed everyone suddenly.
You heard footsteps approaching the door, and you quickly jumped back and sprinted around the corner.
Pippa’s head poked out from behind the slightly ajar door, and she looked from side to side, searching for eavesdroppers.
Finding none, she shut the door with a definite click, and the voices resumed talking.
You tiptoed back to your dressing room, and picked up your phone, debating on calling someone and asking where they all were.
Deciding against calling, you clicked on Lin’s contact and began typing.
“Oh my god. Guys Y/N texted me!”
Talk stopped, and immediately everyone was crowding around the phone, screaming to know what she said.
Pippa shouted over the mess of people to quiet for a moment, and looked out the peephole once more to check if Y/N was lurking.
“We’re good. Go on Lin!”
Lin opened the message.
“Hey b! Where’s everyone at? I’m lonely :(”
There was a beat of silence, and then the loudness resumed.
“You’ve got to go to her dressing room.”
“Are you crazy? That’d be suicide!”
“Well, are you just going to let her sit around and find a new guy?”
Lin ran his fingers through his hair, and called for order.
“You guys, I’ve been thinking. As much as I really hope that this isn’t true, what if she isn’t into me? I mean, I gotta respect her decision and not be a dick about it and keep flirting with her.”
Everyone turned their eyes toward Jasmine, who was Y/N’s best friend.
“I mean, it’s not very likely.”
She chewed on a fingernail, nervous as she spoke quickly. She felt immensely guilty for betraying her best friend like this, but it was for the good of Lin and you both.
“She talks about you all the time, and she’ll sometimes be smiling down at her phone and when I ask her what she’s looking at she’ll say nothing, but when she gets up and leaves her phone with me I’ll see she was looking at your Twitter. I think she likes you, but doesn’t think you like her back.”
Everyone groaned, as it seemed they were back to square 1.
“Can she not take a hint? God, of all the things that I did I thought she’d at least have some wisp of knowledge by now!”
Oak gestured towards Lin’s phone, the messages app still open.
“Are you going to leave her on read?”
Lin’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull.
You set your phone down, exhaling slowly and tapping your foot.
It had been exactly 12 minutes since you’d sent Lin a text, and he saw it 10 minutes ago, but hadn’t replied.
You paced around your dressing room, hands clasped behind your back as you crossed the room back and forth.
You were just turning on your heel when your door opened, causing you to jump back quickly to avoid the tops of your toes to be scratched.
A slightly disheveled Lin stood at the door, about a dozen of your cast mates standing ground behind him.
“Hi, Y/N.”
You smiled, and backed away from the door, inviting everyone in.
To your surprise, everyone but Lin walked out of the doorway, and shut the door behind them, leaving you to smile awkwardly at Lin before speaking.
“To what do I owe the honor, Mr. Miranda?”
You joked as he smiled.
He swallowed and looked more nervous than you had ever seen him.
“Are you okay, Lin? Here sit.”
You scooted over in your chair and gestured for him to sit next to you.
His leg pressed into your thigh, and you felt your face warming up at the sudden closeness of you two.
“I just need to say something right now, and it’ll be ten times easier to say if you don’t make any decisions till I’m done, so here we go.”
He spoke so quickly that you struggled to keep up with his words.
“I’ve liked you for a long time, Y/N. Longer than you probably know. If you even know. But no matter. You were just this sweet, amazingly funny and beautiful girl and I couldn’t keep my eyes off you since Day 1. I’ve tried so many times to express my affections towards you,”
He cringed, and laughed afterwards.
“I sound like I’m quoting a Thomas Jefferson letter. The point is, I need to know if you’ve taken the hint or if I need another gesture to make it known.”
You were at a loss for words, so you did what anyone who had a mouth but no words would do.
You kissed him.
His initial reaction was surprised, but soon he entangled his hands in your hair and pulled you closer.
You pulled away only when you heard cheers from the door, and groaned and hid your face as your fellow actors and actresses clapped and whooped.
Lin smiled down at you, making you blush and wrap your arms around him.
“I’m glad you took a hint.”

CYOSTODA-Dean Picks Truth

Our fearless leader, @littlegreenplasticsoldier started us off with Part 1 here

@gemini75eeyore followed with part 2 here

@deandoesthingstome came next with part 3 here

@klaineaholic part 4 is here

Characters: Sam, Dean, Leah, Y/N

Setting: Another no-tell motel, Crappsville, USA

Dean doesn’t respond at first so you say his name, louder this time. “Dean!”

“Huh?” He mumbles, looking dazed.

You look over at him, and you realize Dean Winchester is looking at you like he’s seeing you for the very first time.

You know how he feels. You have crossed some invisible line with the boys tonight, and there is no going back.

“Truth or Dare, Dean.” You whisper, still feeling his hand on your ass, and you bite back the moan that threatens to spill out.

You look over at Sam and he smirks at you, his knowing eyes hot and teasing. “Yeah Dean. Truth or Dare?”

Dean stalls, indecisive. Truth has always served him well, but the dares have been pretty hot so far. Dare. He’d choose dare. But Y/N was sneaky.

The horrific vision of him running around the room naked clucking like a chicken suddenly popped into his head. “Truth, I choose truth.” He blurts out before he can change his mind.

“Truth, huh?” Y/N says, and Dean knows by her tone he’s in trouble.

You turn and wink at Leah. Then pausing a moment to think, you lean forward, lick your lips and say to Dean, “so what’s your favorite thing when it comes to oral sex?”

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Bts reacts to you wanting to be blind folded


I feel like he would be kinda down about it just a smidge, you can’t look at his beautiful face when he fucks the living daylight out of you. At the same time if you want that he’ll still do it for you.

“But if I do that you won’t be able to see me pleasure you….but if that’s want you want i’ll do it for you jagi”


He’d be a little shit about it even more than the maknae line is about everything. He’d love to tease you about this SO much, but he still suspected you were into stuff like that.

“you want me to blind fold you…you’d gasp anytime I did anything, I like the sound of that, i’m in.”


He’d want to take it up a notch and go full bdsm. He’d either cuff you to the bed frame or tie you to it.

“Why stop at a blind fold when I can have you withering beneath me unable to touch me or basically move”


Kinky son a bitch. He’d love it so much, thinking like hoseok he’d turn it up a notch. He’d call you things that would make you so hot and bothered. He’d try to use cold, hot, scolding things to see your reaction, since you can’t see him or anything.

“How about I tie you up while I’m at it? Where am I going? I’m going to the fridge to get things for you” he’d wink and try to be as sneaky as possible so he could get a good shocked reaction out of you.


Mochi would show and start blushing at first, you guys never tried that. You’ve tried a lot of roleplays, tying a partner, etc. After giving jt a good thought he would think of everything he could use on you.

“really?..Sure we can try if you want, giving It a second thought i’ll go get ice, candle wax, strawberry’s, and whip cream” he’d give a cocky smirk.


hot, smoking hot. He’d think that was the hottest thing since tying your hands behind your back sucking him off. Loves the idea SO much.

“I’d love to try that, can I tie your hands behind your back too?”


 Even though he is the maknae I feel like he would be the most graphic. He’d whisper all the things that would go along with blind folds, while holding you against his bulge.

“That sounds great Y/n, you tensing up every time I touched you, I could just slam into at any giving moment”

Well see all of you in hell :)

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Locks & Doors

Title: Locks and Doors

Tags: @winchester-writes

Music Insp: Down – Marian Hill

Prompt: Abnormal Vodka – “You could have at least locked the door!”

Word Count: 2110

Warnings: Drinking, smut, swearing, unprotected sex (please use condoms in the real world!)
Pairings: Sam x Reader

A/N: Happy Birthday, Rose! I really hope this does your 21st justice! Enjoy!

Originally posted by trenchcoatedangel67


For two long months you had been confined to the backseat of the Impala and whatever grubby motel that the boys had opted to stay in as you three had been on hunt after hunt after hunt, all back to back. You were done, fed up, tired, and far too sober as you three finally shambled like the living dead back through the much missed door of the bunker. You personally had made a beeline first for the liquor cabinet, and then straight to your room, leaving the brothers to their own devices. You’d had enough of them, and trying to act cool around Sam in close quarters for a while.

Upon entering your room and tossing down your bags, you took a few quick nips of the vodka in your hands. Nothing tasted better than Abnormal in your opinion. After digging out and docking your I-pod on shuffle, you decided to hit the showers and thanked every possible entity for a steady pressurized flow of steaming hot water as track after track of your favorite playlist filled the background.

Being on an opposite dorm wing from the boys you traipsed back into your room without a second thought of your body being concealed by nothing but a thin towel. The music flowing through you and the alcohol you were steadily consuming starting to take its effect by the tingling in your toes and the light swirls in your head, a new idea popped like a firework on a dark sky into your head… ‘it’s been a while… a long while since you’ve had this time to yourself… or since you’ve taken care of your urges… now may be the time…’ Who were you to argue with your own body when you were tying one on anyways? Sighing deeply and with pure relaxation you moved your I-pod from its dock to playing through your headphones as you relaxed into your much missed memory foam mattress.

With your favorite Marian Hill track thrumming through your ears, and nothing but a ratty shirt of Sam’s that you stole partially clothing your otherwise naked body, you started at your neck, swirling your fingers along the sensitive skin, tracing your body, going lower and lower to your breasts, just waiting for a tease, the chance to become hard and peaked. You pinched and rolled the tiny buds between your thumbs and index fingers until they were firm, and a small, wanton moan escaped your lips from the feeling. You paused and took a very long drag from the steadily emptying bottle. Next your fingers scraped along the curves of your ribcage and waist, fingers ghosting the outside of your navel, headed on a meandering path towards one spot. Your mind wandered as you began to float from present consciousness through the music and sensations. You imagined it wasn’t your fingers tracing every curve of your body, but the giant, callused hands of your best friend as his eyes were darkened with lust at the way your body would arch for him when his fingers would brush over the mound at the apex of your legs.

More unintelligible noises made their way through your lips as your fingers traced teasingly at your folds, your mind still imagining them to be Sam’s digits, you could almost hear his breath in your ear, heavy and smoky as he spoke filth into it; and as you finally gave in, a finger dipping into the already slick heat of your core, you called out his name without any realization as you began a slow and teasing pace with your fingers, swirling along your clit and occasionally dipping deeper within yourself, as your mind was lost in the heat of the moment. —

— Down the hallway, though, a large frame was making his own trek from the showers to his room when he heard something soft, floating from the hall he knew you resided in. “Sam.” Unsure of what to do, he decided to see why his name had been called, thinking you were just unpacking or settling in, not truly expecting what he would see behind your door. He had knocked softly when he reached room number 21, before opening the door, and what he saw had him rock solid in a second flat but also any kind of embarrassed imaginable. —

You were so wrapped up in you ministrations that you didn’t hear that knock, hell, you barely even noticed the door opening, but when you clearly saw the face of your best friend in its frame, you froze, legs still wide open and fingers still inside yourself, the near brink now nonexistent. You sputtered for a moment, mind blank with shock and embarrassment before you scrambled to cover yourself and chuck a pillow at him while he ducked his head trying to hide his own shock.

“WHAT THE HELL, SAM?” You screeched. Your face was bright red and so were his ears, peeping out from those long locks you had just been fantasizing about.

“I-I heard my name and came to- I knocked- YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST LOCKED THE DOOR!” He hollered back, body tensing and his eyes boring into you with a hint of anger seeping into his embarrassment. “How the fuck am I supposed to know you’re doing th- wait. Were- were you thinking of me while you did that?” He cautiously asked, face still red, but not as red as yours.

               “And if I was? What does it matter?” your voice, filled with embarrassed rage, emanated, though slightly muffled, from the pillow your head was ducked in. You heard gentle footfalls as his bare feet padded over the hardwood floor, followed by the feeling of another sitting at the edge of his mattress. A hand brushed your shoulder.

               “It matters because now I don’t feel as bad about doing the same while thinking of you. You are a very sexy woman, and to see that;” His arm slid softly down your arm and he pulled your hand away from your pillow, and right to a very obvious bulge in his boxers. “Is extremely arousing.” You slowly pulled your head from your pillow, a blush still dusting your cheeks as you felt your own arousal return at what was just beneath your fingers. “Can I ask you something, Y/N?”

               “Shoot.” You croaked, your eyes glued to his, while he licked his lips and swallowed, causing his Adam’s apple to bob slightly.

               “Did you get off?”


               “Did you get to come? Or did I interrupt…” He trailed off, a slight pink to his cheeks again.

               “Oh, um. No. I was al-almost there when you ah-“

               “Gotcha. Can I help you? It’s the least I can do. I’m not expecting anything back, but it’s not fair that y-“ You cut off his embarrassed rambling with a kiss, flavored with the vodka that had not long ago washed over your tongue. You let your hands do the talking as your liquor fogged mind tried to wrap itself around the whole situation. You were about to have sex with Sam Winchester, your best friend. Weren’t there complications that could come up? Fuck them, you’d deal with that later. Your one hand palmed his erection through the thin fabric veiling it from your sight while the other snaked into his hair, your fingers ever so gently carding through the locks once they reached their destination. He groaned into the kiss before breaking it and pushing your form back down into the mattress as he took and positioned himself above you, straddling your waist in a way that put every one of your imagined scenarios to shame.

               “Sam.” You whispered. He smirked and began to slowly unbutton your shirt the rest of the way.

               “I was wondering where this one had gotten to.” He purred, you blushed. “It looks so hot on you, Y/N, just seeing you in it makes me that much harder.” You let out a groan as his knuckles brushed against your breasts from outside the cloth of the old flannel.

               “Please.” A single mewl escaped from your mouth as a prayer while his fingers moved like whispers along every inch of your body. You arched your hips up against his erection, making him growl and begin his relentless teasing of your breasts. Your mind exploded with the sensations flying through you, up the spine to the brain, but more so down to the now dripping heat of your core. Your arms came up and began tracing every hill and valley of his muscular arms, nails lightly scratching the skin, eliciting small goosebumps on his flesh. The moans in your mouth were becoming impossible to swallow back anymore, as one after another rolled off your tongue, interlaced with his name. At the same time his hands abandoned the peaks of your erect nipples and began their journey down to the apex of your thighs, not hesitating to tease or torment, but for him to immediately begin pumping his fingers in and out of your core, hitting your g-spot time after time after time.

               “Ohhh God. Ohh Sam, God, Sam PLEASE” You begged, the shockwaves of the pleasure his fingers brought to your body slamming through you like tidal waves, and you were rapidly approaching an orgasm you were sure to be mind shattering. Your hands clenched around his arms as you shook and he spoke one command that was soaked with arousal and want.

               “Come.” And so you did, body arching a seizing up into him as you saw stars. His fingers worked you through the orgasm and the waves that came after the initial peak before he withdrew and hastily began pushing down his own boxers to reveal a massive erection that was flushed and leaking precome at the tip.

               “Fill me up, Sam. I want you inside me.” You whispered breathily to him as you stroked a single finger along his nipple, causing him to tense and slightly lean into your touch.

               “Do you have any-“

               “I’m on the pill. Just. Get. Inside. Me. Now.” You cut him off, punctuating each word with a stroke of his dick with your free hand, he groaned and then compliantly moved, pushing your legs wider so he could fit in between. Lining himself up, he slowly and gently pushed inside of you, careful to not cause any major pain.  Once he was inside and stretching you out in the most sensational way, you both let out a moan as he began a slow and building pace.

               “Bring your hand down and rub at your clit, Y/N.” Sam panted in between thrusts, each time his length hit dead on center with that magic spot, and left fireworks of pleasure coursing up and down your spine. As you complied you almost came just with that simple addition of physical contact. You moaned all the louder, unthinkingly clenching around his length, drawing a deep and throaty sound of arousal from Sam.  “You close again, Babe?” he asked, voice soaked in the need that you mirrored in your own.

               “Yes! Please!” you grasped him closer with your empty hand, fingers locked around the stands of hair on his head.

               “Hold off.” He growled, his pace getting harder and faster, making you beg with every point of contact between his dick and your g-spot. “I’m getting close. Want to come together.” He panted out in short breaths, a sheen of sweat now cloaking both of you as the room was filled with nothing but the sound of skin on skin, the noises of pleasure falling from both your mouths, and the scent of sex. The number of times you came to the edge of your orgasm and fell away by your own sheer will amazed even you as Sam’s movements grew sloppy and erratic. “Get ready.” He breathed. Five seconds ticked by, ten, and then- “NOW!” He burst out as you clenched hard around him, clawing his back with the sheer intensity of the orgasm that hit you like a tsunami. You felt him release his load deep inside of you before pulling out, breathing like he had just ran a marathon. He pulled you close to him, and you both caught your breath.

               “Um… “You voiced after a few moments of blissful peace. “Can I just say that that was A, unexpected; and B, fucking amazing?” Sam chuckled and hugged you close.

               “Totally amazing.” He said, smiling down to where your head was on his chest, your body curled into his. “But we’re kind of gross.”

               “Back to the showers for round two?” You asked with a wink.

               “You bet.”

( roman reigns ) - ( neighbors know my name )


You are Roman’s neighbor. He’s attracted to you and he cannot stand your boyfriend. He also cannot stand that the walls in the apartment are so thin that he can hear everything that happens when you two have sex. A month passes and he realizes that he hasn’t heard the recount of your nightly bedroom escapades echoing off of his walls and that he’s barely seen you around and when he has you look sad.. He decides that he wants to make you smile (And scream) again.Fluff and smut happen.


Roman Reigns


Mature, duhhhh.

Word Count:



This is based on an AU list I’ve seen floating around Tumblr but now cannot find to reblog to my blog for you guys to send me prompts and shit in to save my life.. The basic concept was that Muse A hears muse B and Muse B’s SO going at it like rabbits every night until one night (and quite a few after) they’re not.. SO they realize that they’ve fallen for Muse A and they make a move… Or something. Shrugs

Tagging : @allgirlswrestlingclub

Also… Plot Twists ahead.. Roman finds out You weren’t the mystery screamer…

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All is fair in love and war..

This is Part II in the Seth Rollins Series. You can find the Masterlist here: Masterlist

Seth x Reader
Languae: Fluff, Smut, NSFW
Word Count: 1,577

You woke up from the sleepless dream and slowly open your eyes. You flinch at the light in the room when you hear breathing next to your face. It took you a while to adjust to the reality and you try to sort out your mind while looking into the dark eyes of the face staring at you.

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Skin Shoes Comes Out...with a sort-of fic!


Filling a request from 🐝anon in which reader and Connor go to art school (maybe scad b/c bees!!) and have life drawing sex

It’s freshman year, and you met Connor in your orientation group a couple months ago. He was snarking under his breath about some stupid tour or presentation and you heard him and giggled a little, and when he heard that he turned to see you and thought “damn, they’re fuckin cute.”

He kept snarking and you joined in, because a lot of it really is stupid, and by the end of the day you two have smoked a joint together and become buds™ because he didn’t think enough of himself to believe you’d ever see him in a romantic or sexual way.

Fast forward a few months, and you two are in life drawing class together. You both missed a class and need to make up the drawings, so you offer to pose for each other. Nbd, people do this in art school all the time (srsly) and after all, that’s what buds™ are for.

You meet up in his room while his roommate has class, both a little nervous, and decide y'all need to get bake-ed before you get naked.

Once you’re both good and high you play a game of rock, paper, scissors to pick who models first: spoiler alert, it’s you.

You strip shyly and ask Connor how he wants you to pose, but he’s too flustered to explain it well, so he ends up kind of positioning you himself, like you’re one of those wooden models artists use.

His hands are soft but shaking, and you pretend not to notice.

He finally gets you how he wants you and starts his 30 minute sketch. He’s using charcoal because he’s a black-loving edgelord.

He has you sit on his bed with your legs in a sort of 4 shape and starts blocking in your basic shapes- the curve of your waist, the tilt of your shoulders, the swell of your breasts. Your eyes meet and you feel yourself flush as you look away.

“No moving,” he says. You aren’t the only one who’s red.


He keeps drawing. Your eyes dart around the room, expertly avoiding his. Look at the floor, the ceiling, the…bulge in his pants? Was that always there?

Something must show on your face, because he asks what’s wrong.

“Nothing! Nothing’s wrong!”

Connor’s not convinced. “Do you need a stretch break? Honestly, y/n, you don’t have to do this.. I could just take a reference photo..” He stops immediately, wide eyes get wide and gaping mouth. “I mean- not for- I wouldn’t…Jesus, put me out of my misery…”

He’s so flustered, and it’s fucking adorable. You decide to have a some fun with that.

“So you wanna take dirty pictures of me, Murphy?” you ask, raising an eyebrow but otherwise staying still.

“What? No!” he splutters.

“No? Don’t like what you see? Because that bulge in your pants tells a different story.”

His expression resembles a demented goldfish. You uncross your legs and spread them, stretching out the stiff muscles. Connor drops his charcoal, and it shatters as it hits the floor.

“Y'know, with a picture you could see me like this whenever you w-”

“Ok, I get it! Connor got a boner while you were modeling! Gross! God, this was a stupid idea, I don’t even know what I was thinking. Sure, Con, you can keep it cool with y/n sitting naked in your bed! Fuckin idiot.” He’s running his hands through his hair and pulling at it a little.

“It’s not gross.”


“It’s not gross. It’s…flattering.”

“My dick getting hard is flattering?” You nod. “…Prove it.”

You stand up and start walking toward Connor. “Shit, y/n, I didn’t mean you- you don’t have to-”

“I know, Con. I want to. I’ve wanted to since orientation.” You’re in his space now, your nudity a stark contrast to his pants and long sleeves.

“But I thought you..why didn’t you say something?” You shrug.

“I didn’t think you were interested.” He grabs your hand and slowly brings it toward his clothed cock, watching your face for any signs of distress, hissing when you finally make contact.

“I’m very interested.”

His cock is long and hard under your hand as you palm him through his pants. “So you wouldn’t mind if…” you trail off as your lips slowly get closer to his. He can’t take it anymore. He pulls you into a fierce, passionate kiss, one that speaks of pent up longing, and you kiss back until you run out of breath. He trails kisses down your neck and starts grinding into your hand when you moan.

“Yeah?” he asks.

“Mm.” Your grip on his cock gets firmer. He tries to stifle a moan.

You pull back a bit. “I’m naked,” you say.

He laughs, not unkindly, and says “No shit.”

You swat his shoulder. “I was going to say you should join me, but if you’re gonna be difficult…”

“I’ll be good!” it comes out muffled as he briefly gets stuck stripping his shirt. “See? Getting naked! Best behavior.” He’s teasing, but he isn’t. You unbutton his pants and give his dick a light squeeze over his boxer briefs.

“Good. Now these,” you say as you push down his pants. As they fall to his ankles you pull Connor in for another searing kiss, moving your free hand from his chest to his long hair. You give a light, experimental tug and feel his cock twitch in your hand through his underwear. He moans louder this time, and you smile into the kiss.

“What?” he asks. He’s panting slightly.

“Connor Murphy, you kinky little shit!”

He grins. “Guilty.”

“And here I was thinking you’d be good for me,” you tease, trailing your lips down his neck, down his chest, down his stomach. He giggles lightly when you tongue his belly button. It’s fucking adorable.

“So good,” he promises while you work your way into his underwear. You run your fingers through his pubic hair with one hand and grab his ass with the other, inching the fabric down further. Your hand accidentally bumps against his cock and Connor whimpers. “Please.”

“Please what?” You smile into his belly, your chin grazing the tip of his dick if he moves just so.

“Please, let me fuck you.”

This was…unexpected. You’d hoped but never believed you’d be in a position to have sex with Connor, and definitely not when HE was the one asking YOU.

“Y/n?” he says, breathy and desperate.

“Yeah, Connor?” you look up from kneeling in front of him.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

You stand up abruptly.


“Get on the bed, Connor.”


You finally pull his underwear down. His hard cock bounces slightly in the air, and the look on his face tells you that his patience is wearing thin.

“Get on the bed, Connor.” He moves to comply, pulling you with him with hungry kisses and a hand on your ass. You’re so wet from seeing him like this, being wanted like this. You push him down to the bed and straddle his lap, just inches from where he wants you.

“Y/n!” Connor whines, “Fuck, y/n, I need you…Please…Fuck…” You kiss him mid-whimper and slowly, loosely give his cock a test stroke. His back arches up off the bed on the downstroke when his foreskin moves to fully expose his wet tip. (Don’t @me I like that hc) You use your free hand to push him back down by the shoulders.

“Be good!” He keens desperately. You set a rhythm with your strokes, holding him down and kissing his temple, neck, clavicle, nipples, listening for the place that gets the best reaction…until you stop. Drop his dick. Get off his lap. He sits up.

“Y/n? Is everything ok?”

“Did I say you could move?” He quickly lies back down. “Good. I’m just looking for a condom.”

“Other drawer.”

“Gotcha.” The box is new. “Getting laid a lot, I see.” He flushes.

“Hasn’t been anyone else I really want to fuck,” he mumbles.

A shiver shoots down your spine. Connor holds back a moan as you roll the condom down his length. You take his hands and put them above his head.

“I can’t hold you down for this part, but don’t move,” you tell him. He nods. You slowly sink his sheathed cock into your wet core as you lower yourself back down into his lap. You can see his hands twitching to touch you and once you’re fully seated on his cock you decide to put the poor boy out of his misery.

“You can move now.”

Instantly his hands shoot up. One palms your breast. The other starts rubbing circles on your clit, and you begin to ride him in earnest.

“Fuck, y/n…” he moans, and you don’t think your name has ever sounded sexier. His hips pick up on your rhythm and thrust weakly to meet you, hitting a spot within you that makes you see stars.

“Shit, Con, do that again.”

A wicked grin appears on his face. “What? This?” He thrusts again. And again. And again, while the fingers on your clit get faster. You feel something building within you until it snaps. Your hips buck erratically as you come, moaning. He moves a few more times, getting louder and louder, eyes squeezing shut, keening your name as he comes.

You pull off of him and take care of the condom, then cuddle into his side with a sweet kiss.

@problematicc-favs @🐝 anon

I wanted to just submit this to Sin Mom but this is a sideblog and I don’t really wanna put my main blog because I have to be a grown up.
Frat Boy

Originally posted by jessica-bones-winchester

Request: An AU Dean x reader smut where the reader goes to a Frat party and Dean is like a cocky frat boy and there’s lots of dirty talk and rough sex

Paring: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,552

Warnings: language, smut (so much smut)

A/N: I had way too much fun writing this…

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The Bad Nurse: Jerome x Reader, Smut


*WARNINGS for oral, penetration, domination, rough sex, vulgar language…etc*


Originally posted by untitledtv

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Mark’s Jeans

A/N: So I was cruising through the lovely @raspberrymama‘s blog one night and I found some delicious photo’s of the lovely Mark Sheppard. Her comment was “…He sits like that just to show off his bulge…” So here’s the story… 


Pairings: Mark x Reader

Warnings: Insinuated smut

Word Count: 948


“Do you think he sits like that on purpose?” The woman next to you whispered to her friend.

“He has to. There is no way in hell he doesn’t realize that shit.” You tilted your head slightly and looked at your boyfriend, trying to figure out what the women next to you were talking about. After a moment, curiosity got the best of you.

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stephisdrowningfast  asked:

My duuude u still do requests?? IF SO, can u do RFA reacting to MC in a coma?? (Maybe MC waking up after like so long) sorry if I'm bothering 😅

 I’ve never stopped trying to trick people into requesting my crappy writing. God. I’m so sorry. I got so excited about this request I monologued again. Oopies. Oh well. And trust me you’re not bothering me in the slightest. Enjoy, please! And be sure to request more. 

[[ I’ll add Saeyoung later. I’m really beat and wanna post this anyway :))]]

● • · Jumin · • ●

  • Jumin and You had been out and about on one of his rare days off shopping and such for the next big event, Chairman Han had arranged for your recently announced engagement. 
  • “Jumin I don't think we had to buy all the dresses for one event.”
  • “But you looked so lovely in each of them, how was I too chose?
  • You hated when he said it so bluntly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world…
  • “Still…” you started stopping after feeling a hand on your shoulder spinning you around to face him. A serious look gracing his features…
  • “I wish to give you the world if you wish it, _____. A few dresses are nothing but the start of it.”
  • “THats not what I want, Jumin. I just want you.” You gave him one of your trademark grins that melted him deep in the core
  • “Then so be it, Mrs. Han.”
  • “Jum-”
  • “Mr. Han” A new voice intruded your conversation taking you by surprise. You had gotten used to it being just the two of you, Jumin had rented out the entire store for your convenience and you being escorted by his bodyguards to the car. 
  • “Yes” He said looking clearly angered by the newcomer the bodyguards’ parting way so he could take a good look at him. 
  • “May I help you?”
  • “Yes, you can.” He was shaking dressed in a well-do suit you noted everyone in Jumins’ circle dressed as so it took you by surprise to see his disposition. Sure Jumin was intimidating but not this much.
  • “Jumin I think we should go.” You said placing a hand on his arm hoping to communicate the obvious discomfort circulating through your veins. 
  • He shushed you, clearly not reading the situation correctly.
  • “By…” He shouted as he reached into his bulging coat pocket only to be tackled to the ground by security. 
  • “See ___? Nothing to worry about” he trailed off noticing your hand was off arm. 
  • Looking around puzzled ignoring the shouting man and the grunts of the bodyguards to find your crumpled form on the ground.
  • Panic rising, he immediately knelt beside you turning you over to see your closed eyes face. Not seeing any cause he brushed back your hair to see the large gash from where your face had made contact with the ground. Hands shaking.
  • “______!”
  • “Someone call the damn hospital. “ 
  • “Hold on, _____. Hold on…!”
  • “Mr.Han?” 
  • “Yes? Any news?”
  • “I’m afraid despite our best efforts. Miss.____ has slipped into a coma for an unknown amount of time due to the head injury,”
  • “It’It was just a tiny scratch. What do you mean head injury?”
  • “It caused bleeding in her brain leading to her body in defense to slip into a coma, sir. Outlook is neither good nor bad. Head injuries are very unpredictable.”
  • “Unpredictable?”
  • “Yes, see-”
  • “I don’t care. You’re a doctor, I’m paying you to fix it.”
  • “Sir? Its not that simple.”
    “Yes, it is. Money is no object so make no mistake either you fix it or I’ll find someone who can.”
  • “Sir..!” He looked taken back at his brisk attitude
  • “And make no mind its Mrs.Han to you, understand?” He looked at him with an icy glare.
  • He turned around thinking…
  • “I’ll keep my promise _____. I’ll be yours till you wake up and forever after…”

● • · Zen · • ●

  • “A coma?”
  • “Yes were very sorry sir but due to complications from swelling from the accident. We had to medically induce the coma in hopes it went down. 
  • “She was wearing a helmet. We both were.” He protested sitting straight up.
  • “Yes but in this case, while it protects her from fatal injuries, it did cause some problems. See when she hit the ground-”
  • His ears simply allowed white noise to wash over him as he put his face into hands and begin choking out sobs as the previous events flashed through his mind.
  • “ZENNNY!” 
  • “What, babe?”
  • “Not so fast, please.”
  • “Faster? Sure.
  • “Zennnnn!!” 
  • He chuckled at your groans and allowed the motorbike to slow as they approached the red light.
  • It had taken weeks to convince you to ride with him having the picture of him riding with his best girl ever engraved in his mind since he started riding. You had been hesitant due to fear of falling off. But he had met your concerns with a big grin and said…
  • “I’ll just have to catch you then, princess.” Pinching your cheeks.
  • So after late night practice, he had found himself with a perfect excuse to take a ride with you. Roads were clear and morning rehearsal was canceled.
  • “Ouch!” He groaned feeling harsh tugging at his ponytail.
  • “THats for going so fast!” You said in his ear, wiggling closer to him. 
  • “Oh, you said slower I could have sworn.” 
  • “You know what I meant” 
  • Well apologies then, princess.”
  • You simply giggled. 
  • The light turned green and he begins to gain speed as he accelerated forward. 
  • “Hold on tight, Bab-”
  • A stray car barrelled forward through the red light horn blaring catching his attention as he swerved to avoid it. Turning his bike into the deserted sidewalk.
  • “ZENN!” You screamed behind him as he hit the curb causing you to fly forward onto the ground. 
  • Hands atomically attempted to find you as he attempted to twist your body to catch you from making contact with the ground the last ditch effort but it was in vain as you spiraled away from him.
  • He heard a crunch as his arm that was outstretched towards you snapped. Vision blackening due to the pain.
  • Groaning he heard people coming out stores surrounding as he came to, looking for you, he held his arm pushing himself up finding you eyes closed chest barely moving your body bunched together.
  • “Babe” He rasped out.
  • Ablumbalnces rang behind him as he felt his conciseness slipping back into the black.
  • Tears fell down his face as the memories faded out.
  • “I’m so sorry, _____. I didn’t catch you.”

● • · Yoosung · • ●

  • “Yoosung I’m going to lay down. I have a major headache. You said leaning against the doorframe slightly dizzy.
  • “Okay ___!” He called half listening as he began a new quest in LOLOLOL.
  • [8hrs later.]
  • “Done! Yeahhh!” He shouted triumphally voice echoing across the empty living room after many hours of raiding he finally achieved a new armor that he had talked about since Monday. 
  • Looking at the clock, he winced noticing the time. 3:00am? It had been 8hrs since he had last seen you. He suddenly remembered about your headache rushing from his computer, he swiped the aspirin bottle making way to your bedroom.
  • “______….?” He whispered letting the door creak open surprised to see the bed empty and the bath water running, confusion dulled his senses in why you were bathing at 3 am. Crossing the bedroom in easy strides. He rapped on the door attempting some attempt to catch your attention. Noticing the soggy carpet seeping through his socks made the alarm bells go off in his mind. Flinging open the door the bathroom floor was covered with icy water your body in the middle of the room face up as your hair floated in the freestanding water. 
  • Ignoring the still flowing water he swooped down to you cradling you.
  • “______? _____?!?!” He shook your freezing body in an attempt in to wake you fumbling for his phone in his hoodie almost dropping in the water filled room. 
  • “911, what is your emergency?”
  • …..
  • He paced around the waiting room, the entire RFA surrounded him. All voicing their concern for you. 
  • “ Miss. ____’s  family?
  • “How is she, Doctor???” He raced for the doctor eyes wild.
  • “I’m afraid, Miss.____ had a hyperglycemia episode that’s what cause her to pass out…” He paused looking at Yoosung’s lost face.
  • “That’s from her diabetes right?”
  • “Yes her blood sugar was dangerously high. The cause unknown should have shown signs…”
  • “It did. She said she had a headache.” Feeling guilt aching in him. LOLOLOL feeling utterly silly right now.
  • “Well she should have paid more attention to that, nevertheless she suffered from that and very low body temperatures…”
  • He spaced out feeling hollow, he should have checked on her or at least removed his headset. How long were you lying there?
  • “Resulting in a coma even though we regulated her blood sugar and body temperature. She may not wake up.”
  • He crumpled in half guilt making him choke out sobs at this blocking out everything. 
  • ______, I’m so sorry. 

L o v e,

M o c h i

anonymous asked:

Based on the small penis ask, which I loved! How would Rfa + V and Saeran react to mc calling their dick huge?

just to let you know I snorted when I got that ask. But like I was in class so I almost got in trouble~Madre Mod


How to boot a guys ego 101

you can feel his ego swelling after the words left your mouth


his dick was in you and you swore it got bigger


how to boot a guys ego 101 pt 2

he takes pride in his big dick

and he will remind you of how big his dick is

probably by seeing if you can deepthroat him lord knows I sure wouldn’t


the happiest puppy alive

he thought it was smol

and since you’re the first person who has seen his dick besides his mother ofc

he takes that to heart


“I knew it”

if you think it’s big he’s going to have fun ravishing you


you think it won’t fit in you?

Guess who’s going to have a belly bulge?????


He is a happy cactus

he’s happy to know that you think his dick is big

the poor cactus can barely see it


his ego is huge just like his dick

he’s actually pretty happy that you think that????

will ram his dick into you after you got used to his size

he will thank you for calling it huge