i demand it you jerk ;~;

That post bout how it’s Neurotypical to say it’s polite to say please and thank you to food service workers has blown up, and the main counter-argument seems to be “it doesn’t matter if I say please and thank you anyway, because the workers are serving too many people a day to remember or care, so no u ur ableist”

Jesus fucking Christ, the lady making your coffee is a human being, not a robot. Even if they don’t remember it to their dying day, humans usually feel better if you say some nice or acknowledge their work, as best you can. I can’t believe I’m getting arguments that “service workers shouldn’t care if customers acknowledge them instead of just demanding a service, and workers are unreasonable oppressive jerks if they do care” and people think it’s #woke. Fuck outta here

Daddy’s Little Girl

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: dont the title gives it away? it’s such a cliche, i cant lmao

Word Count: 2330

Warnings: nsfw af! daddy kink, thigh riding, dirty talk, unprotected sex (practice safe sex, y'all)

Author’s Note: old fic; i remember writing this, and i was shook™ at how much dirty it turned out to be lmaoo enjoy! and don’t forget to write back to me ;)

Masterlist Here (coming soon!)

Bucky Barnes is a light sleeper. The Super Soldier’s super ability to hear is one of the reasons why he wakes up with dark rims under his eyes for most of the mornings.

But ever since you both started sharing a bed, that habit of his was fading away. You’d make sure you were always snuggled up to him, giving him a sense of assurance that you’re here, with him. And then even the slightest noise stopped to disturb him

That was until tonight, when the sweet disturbance was caused by you.

You had your back pressed against his front. His face buried into your hair, as he smiled and inhaled your sweet shampoo. The metal arm wrapped around your waist as you both inhaled and exhaled together, almost as if you both had practiced it.

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like real people do p.3 | jeon jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same.

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

this component is based off 6LACK’s ‘Prblms’

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Dirty Dancing

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Hoseok (J-Hope)

Rating: 18+ (smut)

Word Count: 5,242

Summary:  It’s the summer and all you want to be doing is hanging out with your friends. Your parents have other ideas and when you end up at a resort in the middle of the mountains, the only bright thing in sight is the dance instructor, Hoseok. If only said dance instructor didn’t seem to completely hate you.

Originally posted by jimins-bunss

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Grind Till I Own It || Mafia!Jeon Jungkook x Reader [M] Pt. 1


Summary : Jeon Jungkook is the son of the famous mafia gang TBB (The Black Base) and is a filthy rich man that gets whatever his finger points at - that includes even you.

Rated [M] for eventual smut/angst

You’d like to think that you were a flower amongst the thousands of sweaty bodies grinding on each other. A pure flower. If it wasn’t for your complete opposite best friend you wouldn’t even step foot in this whatever club, but of course she worked her magic on you and here you were. Here you were, quietly sipping on your beverage while the taste intoxicated you more and more each second that slipped away.

“If I were you - I’d slow down with that drink" 

You heard a man chuckle, accompanied by the sound of wiping glass. 

“They’re known for turning good girls into bad girls”.

You paused, letting his words melt in your brain before you raised your glass, a smirk painted on your pink tinted glossy lips.

“What makes you think I’m a good girl hmm?” You slurred, surprised the words could roll off your tongue despite your boozy state. You earned another chuckle from the bartender, he shook his head in - not disbelief but amusement in which he looked up at you with a grin.

“How come such a rebellious girl like yourself be alone in this dark place?” He mused. “Where’s your prince charming? Shouldn’t he be here and shield his princess?” Your eyes traveled to his name tag and made out his name as Jin.

“Well Jin” You started, downing the whole thing with a hiss at how the liquor burned your throat. You liked Jin, he had a way with his words that made you want to listen to him more - it was like his words hypnotized you to keep talking to him, guess that is the reason for him being the bartender. “This princess doesn’t need a prince charming, she’d rather have another drink though” You grinned, the corners of your lips stretching from cheek to cheek.

“Of co- Shit”

Jin caught you off guard with the sudden way he hissed. His eyes were wide as if he’d just seen a ghost pop up in front of him, it made your head spin around and holy fuck.

It wasn’t a ghost that had taken over both of your and Jin’s eyes - it was a God.

His ebony hair was neatly parted on each side, exhibiting his smooth forehead to the whole world. His three-piece suit was equally as black as his hair, though his tie was a haunting cherry red which made his chest pop up a bit. His eyes were sharp and alluring, he could probably turn anyone who laid their eyes on him a stone statue in seconds. This guy was attractive yes, but what wasn’t as attractive as himself was the half naked girls who had their arms snaked around his - maybe you were just jealous?.

You turned to Jin, your mouth hung open

“Who the fuck is that?”

Jin snickered while returning a few glasses that were wrapped around his fingers, he could clearly see that this was the first time you’ve ever seen him and it made Jin’s snicker turn into a low laughter. “Like what you see?”

You felt your cheeks heat up together with your hammering heart. You turned around, hoping that you’d catch another mesmerizing glimpse of the man in the suit but you frowned when it looked like he had vanished somewhere out of your sight. With a sigh of disappointment you proceeded to stand up, catching Jin’s attention.

“Leaving already? You’re about to miss the best part”

This perked up your attention and your head cocked to the side, your brows crushed together curiously while your arms were crossed above your chest. “Best part?”

Jin nodded, removing the egg white apron that was tied about his waist. He waved his hand in an excused manner to his - you guessed boss - and he motioned you to follow him. While walking, you noticed how Jin was familiar with almost all the people in the bar, it made you a tad bit jealous only knowing your best friend who was probably drunk with some guy. A smile played at your lips, knowing how she’d act the next day and how amusing it was to watch her walk with a chocolate bar in her mouth while yelling ‘asshole’ to the wall.

“So” Jin began, startling you a bit. “Let me tell you a little bit about The Black Base - or TBB in short. The guy you saw before is the son of the most famous mafia gangs around town, they’re so rich that rumors say his dad bathes in money” Jin explained, raising his head to greet the people that passed him.

“TBB? But what’s he doing here? Shouldn’t he, like, work or something?” You asked, flattening the tight black dress that hugged your curves a little too tight for your taste.

Jin laughed. “Work? The guy is born with a silver spoon in his mouth, work is the least thing he worries about” He paused. “If he even does have any worries”.

This guy sounded like a complete jerk to you and you haven’t even met him yet.

Jin had taken you to what looked like the more rich part of the bar. All the men wearing suits and tall glasses of expensive champagne hung from their hands. Filthy rich bastards You thought as you and Jin sat down on a round table, Jin gently nudged your leg, nodding to the left. His expression screaming ‘look over there’ with a smirk.

And so you did.

And there he was.

“Wait- what’s his name?” You furiously looked back at jin, who was just smiling.

“Jeon Jungkook” Jin said. Ah, even his name sounded like rich dirt to your ears.

He looked as fine as before, not a single wrinkle had taken over his black suit and it looked like he had switched girls - huh, what a player You thought as you rolled your eyes over this strange feeling that bubbled in your stomach. Anger mixed with a drop of jealousy.

“Looks like they’re playing pool this time” Jin said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Aah Jin! My man”

Your heart was about to explode.

Jungkook was standing right next to Jin with a sly smirk, his body leaning comfortably with the support of his elbow on Jin’s shoulder. Jin chuckled.

“Hey, another game I see? Can I count on you if I bet you’ll win?”

Jungkook laughed. His laughter was loud and obnoxious, filling the whole room with it. You frowned because it muffled the song which happened to be your favorite one, damn was he loud.

Suddenly, his eyes pierced through your body and you forgot to breathe for a moment. His knife like eyes carved a hole in your heart and you shifted uncontrollably in your seat, rubbing your legs together to distract you from looking back at him - but you fell into his trap and looked.

“And who’s this”

It didn’t even sound like a question to you, it sounded more like a demand. His confidence shone brightly, and the way his eyes traveled from your eyes to your lips and further down made your heart flutter. You mentally scolded yourself for letting this jerk shake up your fragile heart, worst part is that you kind of liked how his attention was on you for the time being.

“Oh!” Jin lit up like a Christmas tree, he grinned at the way your cheeks were turning into a strawberry like shade. “This is Y/N, we recently met but I do consider us friends already”.

Jungkook raised a brow, his smirk more prominent than before. He - just like everyone else - had his hand occupied with a transparent glass of Champagne, the yellow fluid crashed from side to side as he swung his glass in a slow pace. Jungkook hummed in response.

“You seem to always befriend the most ethereal ones, Jin. No wonder they say you have a keen eyesight” He playfully nudged Jin’s shoulder, laughing.

You covered your mouth, unsure of how to reply to such a compliment. Not unsure - too embarrassed was the word. You were amazed at how easily this guy could compliment someone, let alone a complete stranger. He was probably blinded by his narcissism, jerk.

Jin shrugged. “This is Y/N’s first time here, I hope you show her what great games they display here, so she maybe can come again” Jin gained a laughter from your lips, Jin was definitely better than this jerk, he was more careful and gentle while Jungkook just cut to the chase. Painfully. 

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” Jungkook tapped his chin each time he said your name, still smirking. “I like it” He caught your sight and winked before walking over to another table, making your heart jump up at the sudden way his eyes scanned you - as if you were the prey that his stomach growled for.

God, but he was so fucking attractive you patted yourself for not being like the other girls who would’ve thrown themselves on him a long time ago.

“Y/N! The game is about to start” Jin said and clapped his hands in excitement, his eyes were glued to the pool table and you followed his glance, your own eyes landing on the same table as your bartender friend. You tried to suppress a giggle at how Jin was shaking from being too excited - it was actually kind of cute.

“C'mon Jungkook, don’t let me down!” Jin shouted when Jungkook came out with a cue stick, he was waving to Jin but then his eyes were on you again. 

You gulped.

Why is he looking at me? You thought, chewing on your bottom lip nervously.

Jungkook looked focused and it honestly took you in surprise. How could this player be so dedicated to something when he couldn’t even stick with one girl? You shook your head, trying to get the poisonous thoughts out of your head and maybe, just maybe you could watch this game.


You were at a loss for words, completely shocked at how this game had ended - Jungkook had won five games in a row now. You couldn’t even imagine the money he had gotten from just one game. Your attention was focused on the people behind you who were whispering about both Jungkook and TBB.

“His father is rather lucky, even though he only has two months left”

Your eyes went wide when your mind finally digested what the man behind you had just said. You barely knew Jungkook but how come your heart felt as if it got hit with a hammer just now? Was this pity? Worry?.

You looked at the ground for a moment before Jin called your name, causing you to look up. 

“Jungkook said he was inviting us for a few drinks! You coming?” He smiled at you, showing off his pearly white teeth while his hand grabbed yours and without any sort of answer - he lead you to a table. 

There he was again, looking so incredibly handsome that you were afraid that if you touched him you’d burn yourself. 

“Ah! Jin, Y/N glad you could join me” Jungkook grinned, his tone low and raspy from all the alcohol he had poured down his throat  "Sit down, sit down”.  

So you both sat down and Jungkook grabbed Jin’s glass, filling it with the same champagne as before and then moved on to yours. 

“Can you handle it, kitten?“ 

The nickname he just gave you made a shiver travel down your spine and onto your toes, you couldn’t help but curl them underneath your heels. 

You mimicked his signature smirk

"Are you trying to intimidate me?" 

Jungkook chuckled, pouring down the gold liquid until your whole glass was mid full, you noticed how he seemed to sneak glances at you - but honestly, you didn’t mind at all.

Jeon Jungkook was sneaking glances at you anyway. 

"So” Jungkook began, leaning back on his chair, toying with his Rolex watch for awhile before your eyes met again. Something about his stare told you that you’re in danger, it was alarming. The way his eyes seemed to bore into your own created a spell in which you could not escape, no matter how much you wanted to avoid his stare, and how much you struggled; you were trapped. 

“Who’s the lucky one hm?”.

You drew your eyebrows together in confusion, your mind blank for awhile before you finally prepared your reply.

“No one” You simply said, tasting the drink in your glass. “My best friend wanted me to come, so, I did”. 

God. He was just sitting down and you still thought it was the hottest thing you’ve seen, what spell did he posses that made you feel like this? You were a deer and he was the beast in this game, and just like his other games - he was winning. 

Jungkook rubbed his chin, letting the words that came out of your alluring lips melt in his brain which seemed to be clouded with only you. He leaned forwards, hands clasped together and elbows on the table. 

Jin suddenly spoke up.

“Shit, the boss is calling for me” He said and stood up. “Enjoy yourselves” Jin flashed a weak smile before he vanished and you were left with Jungkook.

Alone. 

“Y/N”

Your head - as if you had no control over your actions - spun to the direction of Jungkook’s voice from where Jin had left. You gulped when he suddenly abandoned his seat and proceeded to sit next to you, Jungkook moved too swiftly for your eyes to even register what just happened - or how it even happened.

“I seem to take quite an interest in you, you’re.. Mmh  He paused to think, while doing this you found his arm wrapped around your waist and he was slowly pulling you to his body.

"You’re different my dear” Jungkook smirked, placing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You shivered at the touch, cold yet it still had a burning flame dancing underneath his fingers, and it traveled all the way up to your neck.

“I-I am?” You gulped for the second time.

Jungkook chuckled. “Did you just stutter? Never knew bad girls could do that”.

Chewing on your bottom lip as if it was your last meal, you connected your legs together in order to conceal how nervous you were but of course - he found out rather quickly.

“Well” You straightened your back, emptying the glass. “You said I’m different, no?”

It was Jungkook’s turn to chew on his lip. He raised one eyebrows and huffed in nothing but amusement. He was pulling on your strings so you decided to pull his - was it working? God knows if. 

“You’re right - you are different” Jungkook said, rubbing his hand on your exposed thigh, slowly as if to tease you. “So different that it makes me want to have you all to myself” A dark chuckle made its way from his mouth and you felt his finger ghost around your panties. 

“Ah-”

You moaned out softly when Jungkook hit your wet core, rubbing it a bit too roughly - but then you liked it at the same time. You were just scared because fuck, you and him were both drunk, what if regrets crash down the next day?. 

“Princess, I really wanna get you out of that dress” Jungkook whispered, his hot breath laced with the smell of alcohol hit your neck and holy shit you wanted to get out of it too but you were drunk? Half of the time you didn’t even know what you were saying, shit could go down real fast.

“W-Wait, I’m drunk, you’re drunk. I don’t think this is a good idea, really.” You exhaled, wanting to deny how painful it was when his fingers left your panties. “Besides, you can get any girl you want here, how about that huh?”.

Jungkook was so fucking amused. You were putting on a good ass show right in front of him and it had been a long time since he felt something like this. Sure, he could get anyone he wanted but there was no one who could replace the flames in the pit of his stomach which he got from you. Jungkook wanted you and he will get you - no matter what but he had to play out your cards first, that’s just how the game goes right?.

Jungkook put his hands up in surrender, grinning. “My bad, my bad.  You’re right, but then again” He brought his face so close to yours that your noses brushed together. “I wouldn’t mind fucking you drunk”.

Your face was probably burning in different shades of pink and red. You were about to say something but then you heard the familiar voice of your best friend, and you couldn’t express how happy you felt to see her face. 

“Y/N I-” Your best friend, Seulbi came into view and once she saw you and Jungkook, she closed her mouth shut. Your eyes screamed 'I can explain’ but before you could do anything Seulbi grabbed your arm and yanked you out of the seat. 

“Ah! Seulbi!” Jungkook lit up, clasping his hands together. “Nice to see you again! Whoa, look at you! Seems like you’re doing good without me”.

You looked at your best friend, the corners of your lips curved downwards and now it was Seulgi’s eyes that screamed 'I can explain’. You looked at her and then Jungkook, then back at her.

“You know him?!”

“I- Well, we were something before. But trust me, I’m helping you over here by getting the fuck away from this, this asshole” Seulbi angrily said, her eyes cutting through Jungkook, every word that levitated from her mouth was wrapped up with pure hatred - like a gift from hell itself. 

“You never told me about him” You said sternly, letting your arms limp by your sides. You weren’t exactly mad at her, but there was something inside of you that made your stomach churn in displeasure. 

“Y/N, let’s go, he probably tried something on you didn’t he? God, here I’ll-" 

"Let go, Seulbi" 

Seulbi’s eyes widened. She’d seen you angry plenty of times before but this was something else - something more than just being angry. She could almost see the heat from your head in front of her eyes and it made her feel heartbroken, you two had been best friends for so long. Seulbi didn’t want this to end. 

No. 

Not like this. 

"Y/N, seriously? Don’t trust this guy, and I’m saying this from experience” Seulbi said, her voice soft and gentle yet still had something in it that made you scoff. “Get away from him" 

"Seulbi, honey, dear. Can’t you see what you’ve done? Can’t believe you kept me a secret from your best friend” Jungkook said mockingly, hands behind his back while he strolled in circles around you two. 

Jungkook mingled around you for a moment, leaning in to whisper into your ear. 

“What kind of best friend does this huh?" 

You knew that he was just talking bullshit to get you on his side. But then again, you still couldn’t believe that she lied about Jungkook. 

Couldn’t believe that she slept with one of the richest men just to have everything her finger landed on. It tore you apart. That explains why she never lends her clothes to you, because if Seulbi did - then her sugar daddy that is standing right beside you wouldn’t be her sugar daddy anymore. 

"Now I know. Now I know why you didn’t let me borrow your clothes, because your contract with 'JK daddy’ would get terminated” You snapped at Seulbi, making her step back. “Right?!”. 

You never yelled at Seulbi. Not even when she did something wrong, or when she broke something, but this. This was another story. A story that almost made you burst into tears because of how ridiculous it was. 

“My, my. I would certainly not call this a friendship, Seulbi, dear, how could you?” Jungkook cooed softly, his words felt like cotton in your ears and it made your heart jump. 

“Y/N, come with me”

You didn’t know what happened - or how it happened. But Jungkook was dragging you around the bar until the fresh air of the outside world hit you. And it was then that you finally exploded into small, transparent drops. Your tears rolled down your cheeks and this made Jungkook’s heart ache for the first time in awhile. He had never seen someone look so miserable but at the same time so captivating while they cried. 

Jungkook felt himself almost crying seeing you like this. Your cheeks puffy and sore, eyes slowly melting into a deep scarlet. The way your lips quivered with grief made him want to kiss the pain away but he stopped himself, noting what you said before about the two of you being drunk. But Jungkook couldn’t just let you stand there, couldn’t let you get drenched in the rain that started to pour down as if someone was pouring down water from a bucket. 

“Here, let me” Jungkook cleared his throat before shrugging off his jacket, wrapping it around your bare shoulders so you wouldn’t get cold. Jungkook grabbed his cellphone from the pocket and pressed a contact, bringing the phone close to his ear. 

“Jimin, its urgent - you know what to do” He simply said before putting the electric device back where he took it from. 

You didn’t know what to feel, or how to feel. The only person who you thought could be there for you had been deceiving you and hurting you in secret. As if playing hide and seek but now you found the truth and you ended her game, and you were positive that another round wouldn’t come sooner. 

“Forget her, yeah? You have to erase people like that from your life” Jungkook said, looking up at the dark sky. His hair was damp and it shone in the moonlight, emphasizing on his sharp and handsome features. This man was without a doubt God’s creation. He was elegant, and the white shirt that was getting wet in the rain gave you a sneak peak of how he’d look shirtless. Fuck, he looks so good like this. 

In less than a few minutes later the sound of a car pulling over was heard and Jungkook grabbed your hand, opening the door for you and you sat down. Sighing while removing the jet black jacket from your shoulders, you folded it neatly - considering how expensive it looked. 

“And who’s the princess this night" 

You heard a soft voice ask, looking up you were met with a pair of eyes that were harsh yet the little fat under them represented youth. The driver - who you assumed was Jimin - viewed you from the mirror and he looked quite attractive even though you only saw eyes and a glimpse of carrot colored strands. 

"No time for foolish games Jimin, the princess got her heart shattered into pieces” Jungkook uttered coldly. You guessed these two were great friends after you observed how Jimin’s eyes disappeared into small crescents, a chuckle escaping his rather plump lips. “Yes sir" 

"W-Where are we going?” You weakly asked, surprised at how your voice was able to still give a sound after crying. 

Jungkook smiled kindly your way. “My place" 

Don’t Hide Your Laughter

Prinxiety - [Prince (Fanciful Side) x Anxiety]

Summary: Anxiety has a habit of covering his mouth whenever he laughs. [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]

I love feedback! Critique is greatly appreciated! OKAY I KNOOOOW I SAID A TS FIC WITHOUT PRINXIETY WAS COMING NEXT BUT C’MON THIS IDEA IS KINDA ADORABLE. HOPE Y’ALL ENJOY! And I’m sorry if it doesn’t compare to the other one… I feel like I now have standards I’m being held to… KEEP LOW EXPECTATIONS OF ME PLEASE!

THANK YOU BUDDY FOR HELPING EDIT THIS!!! GO THANK @stargazingbear​ for this too because it probs woulda sucked without her help. Also she helped me edit this at like 11 at night cause she’s awesome. 

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OMG PLZ DO 12

12. “Bed. Now.”

In which Harry doesn’t deal with teasing very well.


Harry’s been basically living at the studio for the past few days. He’s so close to finishing a new song, and he’s been working in overdrive. You, on the other hand, have been home, cuddled up on the couch, bundled in blankets and watching movies. But you’re getting bored.

You’re sure he’s busy, and he hasn’t replied at all, but you’ve been sending him texts for the past few hours. It’s just that the movies you’ve been watching are romances and are filled with sex scenes, ones that have you twisting in your seat and craving a body next to you. So, your texts have been a bit filthy, and maybe a little over-the-top. What you didn’t expect, though, was for Harry to come home and slam the front door behind him.

You jump from the couch, heart racing and limbs tingling with adrenaline at the sudden noise. He stalks into the living room, licking his lips as his eyes skim your body, clothed in your little tank top and sleep shorts.

“Harry, what are you-”

“Bed. Now.” He gives you a pointed look, shifting on his feet and drawing attention to the bulge in his jeans. Your mouth falls open, but he raises an eyebrow, daring you to speak.

You take the hint, casting your eyes downward and brushing past him on your way to the bedroom. You hear the TV click off in the living room and then you hear his footsteps as he follows behind you. You’ve barely climbed on the bed when you hear the zipper of his jeans.

“Strip,” he orders you shortly. You turn around to find him shedding his own clothes, dropping each article into a single pile.

“Never answered my texts,” you inform him, peeling your tank top up your torso to reveal your naked chest. His eyes are devouring you already, jaw set in a hard line.

“Yeh think you’re funny?” He reaches for you impatiently after he’s fully naked, cock hard against his abdomen, and yanks your shorts and panties down your legs. “Had t’ make up some rubbish excuse fo’ the band b’fore they saw me hard.” He grips your ankles when you’re bare and flips you over, settling you up on your knees, ass in the air and cheek pressed to the mattress. “’S not very nice o’ yeh t’ send me those things when I’m busy.”

“I was missing you.” A small gasp sounds from your lips when you feel his fingers swipe through your folds.

“Can tell,” he rasps. You hear the wet suckling of his mouth around his fingers and you pull your lip between your teeth. “All ready fo’ me.” There’s barely a moment before he’s pushing into you, hand gripping tightly at your hip to pull you back onto him.

“There w’go,” he mutters, sliding his other hand up your back. “Was doin’ really well at the studio,” he tells you as he pulls back and rocks into you again, stretching you around his girth. “Was almost finished, actually.”

You bury your face into the sheets and let out a cry when he gives another, much harder thrust. His fingers grab at a fistful of your hair, pulling it taut and yanking your face from the mattress.

“Ruined my flow, pet.” He fucks into you again, hips smacking against your bum, cock driving deep inside of you. “Thought I might ruin yeh, too.”

“Harry, I-” You shout when he slams forward again, sending your body up the bed.

“Hush, now. No talkin’.”

You press your lips together roughly, letting out whimpers as he continues to fuck into you. His hand yanks up on your hair again, pulling you up on your hands and straining your neck. His fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your hip and you can feel each thrust in the deepest depths of you.

“Need yeh t’ come fo’ me, yeh hear? Need yeh t’ come hard.”

You whine in response, pussy already fluttering around him. His hand falls from your hair to dip around your waist, finding your clit and rubbing at it with rough fingers. A heavy breath leaves your lungs as your face drops back down on the bed. Your hands scratch at the sheets, gathering up the material and squeezing it with clenched fists.

“Now, pet. Come fo’ me. C’mon.”

“Harry, Harry, Harry.” His name leaves your lips in a chant as your high washes over you. Stars burst behind your eyelids and you have to reach back to grab onto his wrist as a way to ground yourself in the moment.

Harry keeps fucking into you until he’s groaning and coming in hot spurts. He drops his sweaty forehead to your back, warm breath rolling over your skin. His hips jerk forward twice until he’s completely finished, but your body is still feeling waves of pleasure when he pulls out of you. You whine, fingers tightening around his wrist.

“Need t’ let go o’ me, darlin’,” he urges you with a chuckle, prying your fingers from him. “Let me get yeh cleaned up so I can get back t’ the studio.”

“You’re going back?” You demand in disbelief, head lifting up from the bed to look at him.

“’Course,” he answers with a smirk, setting his feet down on the floor. “Got some new inspiration.”

Dean is aging every day and Castiel can see it in the fine lines when he smiles, the way his eyes crinkle. Every day there’s another line forming and Castiel can see it. Every single one of them. He sees the first small gray hair that starts at the root of Dean’s hair. He doesn’t think Dean can see it, at first, but after a week Dean begins parting his hair differently. Castiel cannot see the single gray strand anymore, until there is a small bundle of them.

With each waking day, Dean’s hands begin to ache in the places that strains when he holds his gun. He pretends not to care, but Castiel knows. He can read Dean like a book he’s read a million times.

Castiel stays the same. Humanity caught up with his vessel in the short while he had no grace, yet now he seems to have stopped aging once again. He stays young while Dean’s knees ache. Small touches let Castiel ease the pain, and Dean catches on to what he is doing. He says thank you with his eyes, that still sparkle a beautiful sage color. The love Castiel has for Dean never dulls, but only deepens the more Dean let’s him heal.

It seems, eventually Dean wants to skip out on hunts. His bones throb too badly, or he’s catching yet another cold. Sam notices, too, but says nothing. It’s inevitable. Dean is much older than Sam is, and not as nimble anymore. Castiel always stays with Dean. Just in case.

Sometimes Dean will let Castiel sit with him while he watches the latest game on television. Usually Dean will fall asleep by halftime, never able to sleep well at night. His head always ends up on Castiel’s shoulder, beer slipping through his fingers that once held it tightly. Castiel puts the beer on the coffee table, and maneuvers to lean back enough for Dean’s head to rest comfortably on his chest. Castiel has no heartbeat for Dean to listen to, but placing a firm hand on Dean’s shoulder lets him pulse power through Dean’s veins, easing any ache or pain. Dean always sleeps better this way. It seems to give him a little bit more life that way.

Dean does not like it when Castiel heals him of his aches. “They let me know I’m still human, Cas. Just let me ache. That’s why they invented Advil.” Dean will say, giving Castiel a glare. But Dean always comes to Castiel at night, or comes to get him when the Advil won’t help his restless leg syndrome, or ease the throb of his nerves enough to get a few un-solid hours. Castiel is always more than willing to place that firm hand on Dean, watching him sleep peacefully like he deserves after a lifetime of restless nights.

“Let me heal you, Dean.” Castiel demands, watching the man he loves practically decay on the sofa. Dean had insisted on going to a hunt with Sam, and had sprained a few bones. They were not healing, and it had been over a week. “Please.” Castiel begs.

“No, Cas.” Dean repeats over and over. Castiel doesn’t care. Dean isn’t quick enough to dodge Castiel’s hand as if clamps around his ankle. It’s healed within seconds, and Dean is angry at him once more. “Damnit Cas!” Dean jerks his leg away, and glares red hot towards Castiel.

“I don’t understand, Dean!” Castiel barks back at him, “You can go on hunts all you want if you just let me heal you when you come back.”

“That’s not how life is supposed to work, Cas. I go on a hunt and I get hurt, if I die from it then that’s how it needs to be! No more loopholes, Cas. I’m gettin’ old, I know it, you know it, Sam knows it. Shit happens, and nature takes its course. It can’t do that if you keep interrupting it!”

“It sounds as though you want to die,” Castiel says dully, and blunt.

“Maybe I do.” Dean says quietly, hardly shocking Castiel. “I’ve lived a long life, saved a lot of people and then some. I’m alright with it.”

Castiel can’t cry, but if he could then he would be sobbing. He can feel it inside, how sad he is. “Dean, I’m not alright with it. My whole purpose of being is because of you. Every day before you, I simply waited for the day. And every day after, I was living for you and fighting for you. There was never a moment I was doing something that wasn’t for you in some way. If you’re gone, what am I supposed to live for?”

“Live for Sammy, Cas. He needs someone, too, you know.”

“Dean, as soon as you’re gone Sam is going to go back to a normal life. And you know that.”

Dean shakes his head, “I don’t want you to interfere anymore, Cas.”

Castiel nods a final nod, and says nothing the nights he still eases Dean’s pains when Dean calls for him. The days go by quickly, as do the seasons. He is worse in the winter, and soon he hardly moves from his worn spot on the sofa.

Castiel leaves Sam with him a single day, saying they need him briefly in Heaven. Dean smiles at him and says he’s happy Cas is off doing angelic things for once. Castiel smiles back and Sam nods. He knows Castiel’s plan.

Castiel comes back over a day later, and Dean is asleep in his bed. When Castiel enters, Dean stirs and reaches for him. He must be hurting again. Castiel gets down to his briefs and slides in bed with Dean, the single brush of skin easing all of Dean’s pains. He relaxes entirely against Castiel. Dean feels very hot, and clammy.

“Are you sick again?” Castiel asks worriedly.

“Yeah,” Dean grunts. “I went out for a drive and got caught in the rain. I think it’s the flu,” Dean grumbles. Castiel brushes a soft hand over his forehead and dulls the fever. “Thanks,” Dean says softly. Castiel is thrown off by the acceptance but says nothing. Dean begins talking. He’s somewhere between sleep, stuck in a limbo. “I am gettin’ scared, every day.” He admits in the quiet air of the bedroom. “Once my light goes out, that’s it. No more chances like I’m used to.”

Castiel interrupts softly. “I could give you another, Dean. We can age together, this next time. If you let me.” There’s a pleading tone in Castiel’s voice that Dean can recognize.

“No, Cas. I need to be a man about this.” Dean grumbles, head rolling to rest on Castiel’s pale chest. “I’m just scared of where I’m going. I always thought death would be easy, that I’d die out on a hunt. It’d be quick, maybe not painless, but I thought it would happen so fast the fear wouldn’t set in. But dying of old age? Slow like this? Every day, man. I can feel it. I’m gettin’ closer. Every time I’m sick it’s like death is just looming, beggin’ me to go to sleep so it can take me. It gives me time to think about it, and the fear gets bad. I hate bein’ scared. I’m scared I’m goin’ to hell, or purgatory again. Or get stuck in the void like Kevin did. I wanna go to Heaven, and be with Bobby and Ellen and Jo.” Castiel faintly realizes Dean is crying silently, tears pooling beneath Dean’s cheek.

“In Heaven,” Castiel begins. “I talked to some of my superiors.” Dean ‘mm-hmms’, quietly. “They would not take my grace, so my age would catch up. But I reserved you a spot, right where you want to be. And I will escort you myself. Not a reaper, or a demon. Me, and I will hide nothing from you. I will hold your hand the whole way.” The love Castiel has for this man is swelling hugely in his vacant chest, and if Castiel could cry he would cry for love.

Dean’s fingers skim past Castiel’s chest to grab his hand. The hold is limp, and weak. Castiel’s worry is at its highest, and he feels the desperate need to go yell for Sam.

Somehow, Sam senses Castiel’s desperation. He barges into the room, eyes wide with worry. Castiel and Sam’s eyes meet and the words don’t need to be spoken.

“Dean?” Sam asks, walking to his brother. Dean let’s out a small moan of acknowledgement, and faintly tells Sam he loves him. The grip on Castiel’s hand is slightly stronger when Dean finds the energy to kiss Castiel’s chest, the words unspoken but there. Castiel wraps fingers through Dean’s damp hair and holds him close.

Sam is crying silent tears and holds back a sob by biting his fist.

Dean goes quietly, in his sleep. Castiel slips from underneath him and makes sure to tuck him in as he goes to console Sam, who has aged as well, but is still young and healthy. Death won’t take him as quickly if he begins to settle down. Castiel makes sure to tell him this.

Castiel explains his plan to Sam over once more. He’s going to lead Dean to Heaven himself. He’s going to be with Bobby and Ellen and Jo. Just like he wanted. Castiel will be there, too, and he will be down whenever Sam prays to him. And if Sam wants, Castiel will walk him through the veil, too.

Castiel’s conversation is interrupted by Dean. A Dean Sam cannot see, but yet the same Dean he knows. Dean has a worried look in his eye, watching Sam cry silent tears. Castiel tells Sam it’s time, and gives him a large hug goodbye. He pleads for Sam to go find a woman, and settle down and have kids. Go back to Stanford. It’s possible. Sam promises he will try, and that he will pray often.

Castiel takes Dean’s hand and vanishes. The veil is shadows and daylight mixing together, like oil and water. Mixing but never becoming one. Dean holds Castiel’s hand tightly, fingers laced. Castiel steps through a very certain strand of daylight. Dean covers his eyes when it becomes too bright.

They’re at Bobby’s. It takes Dean a single moment to blink and look around. Ellen comes from the kitchen, stirring something in a pot.

“Heya, boys. Just in time for supper.”

That night, Castiel holds Dean close. Dean let’s him. After all, they’re stuck in a piece of Heaven where no one dies, aches, or bleeds. Despite Dean’s healthy bones, Castiel still caresses Dean’s body just like before.

The Trampoline

Summary: Dan’s very gay and very in love with Phil, who has always been 100% straight. Also, there’s a trampoline.

Word Count: 5.3k

Genre: smut

TW: underage drinking

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PEANUT BUTTER AND JEALOUS [DRACO MALFOY]

request: “Draco x reader drabble 21 and 93 please” — by @tragicallypetty

a/n: draco deserves all the love in the world so i made the reader be the first one to admit that she likes him okay spoiler 😂

21. “Scratch that, I’m just gonna be straightforward and tell you that I’m in love with you.”
93. “If you’re jealous, you don’t have to be a jerk about it!”

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    Unbeknownst to everyone else, Draco Malfoy was staring at you as you helped Neville Longbottom brew a Shrinking Solution since it was quite obvious that the boy was hopeless in that particular subject. And thanks to Professor Slughorn being the new Potions teacher, he allowed students to help their fellow classmates when they finished early — thus, now there you were, accompanying Neville at his working station.

    Draco could hear your laughter from where he was, and when he looked closer to see, you were chuckling along with the mentioned Gryffindor boy as you squeeze some leeches for the potion. He could see as Neville offered you a cloth since some of its juices managed to get to your face and instead of being disgusted, you had the nerve to laugh it off.

    For that whole period, the platinum haired boy was in obvious bad mood that when the teacher dismissed his students, he dashed out of the room immediately.

    Draco has always held mixed and confusion feelings for you. He wanted to hate you so that was why there were times he tried being an absolute ass whenever you talked to him, but in the same time, he didn’t want to upset you or make you think that he was somehow a bad person. It really did frustrate him to know deep down inside that he actually liked you very much.

    “Hey, Malfoy!” he heard your familiar soft voice from behind and when he turned to look, you were holding his Book of Potions in one hand. “You forgot this on your desk, thought you’d want it back.”

    He grumpily snatched the book from your hand before walking away.

    You frowned, soon catching up with him. “You know, a simple thank you would suffice.”

    He merely glanced at you. “If you wanted a thank you, then you should have left this because you’re not getting it.”

    “Okay, fine, grumpy pants.” you muttered which made him glare at you. “What? You are a grumpy pants.”

    “Why don’t you just go away? Like go to Longbottom or something.” he tried to fasten his pace but you effortlessly caught up with him again.

    You furrowed your eyebrows. “Neville? Why?”

    “Oh, I don’t know? You seemed to hit it off with him just fine earlier.”

    A mystified expression passed through your face but in matter of seconds, it was replaced with an amused smirk and raised eyebrows because of the realization of why he was acting so rude.

    You chuckled, “Someone had peanut butter and jealous for breakfast apparently.” you told him which made him halt.

    “What?” he demanded. “I-I’m not jealous.”

    “Really?” you tilted your head as if to analyze him, crossing your arms in the process.

    Draco scowled at you. “Yes. I don’t like you so I have no reason to be jealous. I don’t care if you go to Longbottom right now or somebody else and date them.” he scoffed.

    “If you’re jealous, you don’t have to be a jerk about it.” you haven’t let the thought go.

    “I’m not jealous!”

     You pursed your lips. “Okay. Good. Because you shouldn’t be anyway.”

     He flickered his eyes away from your steady gaze. “I couldn’t agree more.”

     You suddenly laughed which made him once again look at you like you were somewhat crazy. In all honesty, that statement was supposed to be part of your confession. You have been crushing on Draco for a long time now, ever since that time he helped you with your Charms assignment. But you noticed that after that, he started to act cold towards you.

     "Draco,“ you spoke his name, "I think we’re not on the same page.”

     "Obviously, since you’re acting very weird.“ he defended his foolishness.

     You sighed in exhaustion. "What I’m trying to say is that you don’t have to be jealous because there is no reason to be jealous of someone else.”

    He impatiently rolled his eyes. “Yes, Y/N, I get it. I don’t have to be jealous because I don’t have the right to be. I’m not your boyfriend.”

    “No! That’s not — fine. Scratch that, I’m just gonna be straightforward and tell you that I’m in love with you.

    He widened his eyes and you could see how blood was slowly making its way to his cheeks in understanding. It also shocked him so much that he didn’t manage to utter a word, making you quite uneasy and embarrassed.

     You covered your face with your hands. “Merlin’s beard. You don’t feel the same way, don’t you?”

     But Draco never answered. He just stared at you for so so long that it made you want to melt before gaining up the bravery to remove your palms on your face, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours.

     It was your turn to widen your eyes at his actions but you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, stepping closer and preventing him from pulling away. You could feel everyone staring at the two of you, gasps heard in the background, but you couldn’t care less. Draco was kissing you and you were kissing him back.

     "Uh, are you sure when you said that you don’t care if I date someone else because judging from that amazing kiss …“ you wrapped your arms around his neck while he held your waist, keeping you close to his body.

     He chuckled, a big grin on his features. "Has anyone told you that you’re so blunt?”

      You shrugged jokingly. “Once or twice, yeah.”

      He pecked your lips once more. “I … um …” he was having a hard time trying to utter the words out but you patiently waited. “I love you too, Y/N, and it’d be wonderful if I’d get to call you mine.”

      You mimicked the large grin on his face upon his statement. “You didn’t even need to ask.”

Georgia Gal

Pairing: Bones x (Southern!)Reader

Word Count: 1914

Warnings: Some swearing, general bar creeps

A/N: Not my first fic ever but my first Bones fic! Very loosely inspired by Ed Sheeran’s “Galway Girl” (maybe if you squint?). Let me know what you guys think!! 

You weren’t quite sure how you kept ending up in this situation - settled in alone a noisy bar with your friends long gone and tongue deep in strangers by now.

“I need to find better friends,” you muttered to yourself as you knocked back what was left of your drink.

“Well, then it’s lucky I’m here” came a cocky voice from your right.

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Sleeping Beauty; Kylie Jenner Smut

Days at work felt as if all they ever did was drag on and on, but that was partially due to the fact that I was so antsy to get home to my beautiful girlfriend, Kylie. We’d been dating around six months and already moved in together. Things moved quite fast between us, but I most certainly didn’t mind. I was already head over heels and she felt the same. We were attached at the hip practically, except for when I was working. Although she’d told me time after time I could pursue a career in acting or modeling, I still wanted to keep my job. Today had started off so well, from Kylie giving me morning head to wake me up, that I couldn’t wait to get home to her.

My drive home was a good twenty minutes, but twenty minutes too long if you’d ask me. Finally pulling into our driveway, I got out of the car faster than I usually do and made my way into the house. Luckily, I hadn’t called out Kylie’s name since I saw right away that she was fast asleep on the couch. The model looked blissfully adorable as she was lounged on the couch in her cropped sweatshirt and underwear, but at the same time incredibly irresistible. As I gazed at my beautiful girlfriend, an idea popped into my mind. Putting my stuff down, I tip toed over to the couch where I carefully moved between her legs and was positioned right in front of her core. With a smirk, I let two fingers carefully rub over her clit through her underwear. As I did that, my girlfriend began to stir in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered the slightest, but she remained asleep through my gentle touches.

Sitting up on my knees, I delicately tugged her panties down her legs and discarded them off to the side. As I bent back down to her core, I noticed she was already wet and a grin turned up at the corners of my mouth. Someone was getting herself off before she took her nap. Leaning in, I let my tongue take a slow swipe along her slit, just enough to start waking her up. My eyes remained gazing at her perfect figure when I took her clit into my mouth and began sucking lightly.  With that, I noticed my girlfriend start to stir more until her eyes fluttered open to look downcast on me. I couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at either end of my mouth when I noticed her initially sleepy eyes darken with lust. “Did I wake you, princess?” I mumbled. As Kylie nodded, I noticed a flash of dominance rush over her as her hands rushed to rake through my hair and then push my head back down against her pussy. “Don’t you dare stop eating me out until I’m cumming.” She demanded and I did exactly as she said.

Harshly, I began sucking at her clit, feeling her body contort below me while moans were belted out. Moving my hand up, I gripped at her thighs before letting her index and middle finger drag to her center. My two fingers began pumping in and out of her. My eyes didn’t look away from her face as I curled my fingers inside of her just to see the way her jaw went ajar when louder groans filled the room. My entire focus was on my girlfriend below me and making her feel better than ever. Kylie’s hips arched upwards as I took her clit between my teeth and let my fingers pump in and out of her at a faster speed. I watched as her lower lip was tugged between her teeth to conceal a moan, jerking her hips up against my touch. The speed of my fingers pumping and curling inside of her increased and I felt as her body tense up below me. Her release was approaching and I wanted it to be incredible for her. My tongue lapsed over her clit over and over and I slid another finger into her, attempting to further her along. Before I knew it, her head fell back against the couch and a sling of curse words were leaving her lips.

Almost immediately after her climax, Kylie yanked me up by my hair to her level and looked me straight in the eyes before our lips collided with one another’s. “I’m gonna fuck you so good.” She muttered before her teeth sunk into my bottom lip, tugging at it before releasing. Taking me up to the bedroom, she shoved me down onto the bed. “On your hands and knees, slut.” She commanded, and I obeyed immediately. I loved when Kylie got dominant like this. She came up beside me and pressed her lips to mine. “Don’t even think of looking back, either.” She said before walking away, leaving me dripping and staring at the wall. Lust was growing within me. I was aching to see what she had in store for me as I sat hands and knees on the bed, ass up in the air. 

Caught off guard in the middle of my thoughts, I felt a strike come down against my ass and a loud gasp escaped through my lips. Little did I know, behind me, my girlfriend was putting on a strap on. That was followed by the shift as Kylie kneeled behind me. I had been expecting her to eat me out, but what I got was even better. The feeling of the tip of a dildo grazed along my dripping wet slit, teasing over my clit. I couldn’t help the moan that fell past my lips. “You like the feeling of this cock on you, babygirl?” To which, I nodded my head and that earned me a spank. “Use your fucking words.” She demanded. “I love it, mommy.” I whined, attempting to jerk my hips backwards. “Such an eager slut.” She muttered and continued to tease the cock against my cunt. “Beg for it.” 

“Please, fuck me.” I began, almost sounding exasperated. “I ate you out so well. Make your girl feel as good as you did.” I was trying to tempt her and it worked as I felt the hard cock slide into me, followed by the sound of my moan once again. Soon enough, she picked up and a rhythm and was just about pounding into me at a fast and steady pace. Her hands reached down to grip at my hips, scratching gently at them. My moans echoed throughout the room as she thrusted her hips to slide in and out of me until my core clenched around the length and I reached my climax. “Fuck.” I gasped as I dropped down onto the bed, catching my breath.

I had a few moments of just hearing my own breathing until I felt the shift in the bed again, then a vibrating sound. “We aren’t even close to done.” My girlfriend whispered in a seductive tone.

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sorry this took so long, babes! busy times, but i’m back and hope you enjoyed this. let me know if i should make a part two??

One-on-One (Ro) (Roman Reigns X Reader)

AN: Felt bad for leaving my boy with a hard-on 😂. He’ll get retribution in this one…….and then some 😁

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“You know, there should be a rule against you wearing clothes in this house….“Roman trailed off, attention occupied by my breast. He pulled a nub in his mouth, sucking and licking it greedily.

“You’re a pervet.”

“And you’re a tease.”

I moaned when his huge hand grasped both of my breast, rolling the nipples with his. thumbs.

“You’ve been a very bad little girl lately, though. I think it’s time for Daddy to teach you some respect.” He said, licking the skin between my breast.

“Daddy? Really? You know I find that kink highly disturbing.” I said, looking at him as if he were crazy.

“And I find you not sleeping with me for two whole days highly disturbing.” He responded, looking into my eyes from between my breast.

“You survived.” I said dismissively.

“Barely!”

“Oh, you poor baby.” I told him, mockingly.

“Now, you’ve made the Big Dog mad, baby girl.” He said kissing his way toward my throbbing pussy. Suddenly, he stopped.

“Actually, I wanna try something.” He got up off of the bed and made his way to my dresser, opening the top one. I felt my face flush heavily when he took out the pink vibrator I kept stored there.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I asked, embarrassed that he knew I had one.

“Don’t worry, (y/n). I just want to play with you for a little bit. That’s all.” He said, crawling back into the bed.

He was kneeling in between my spread legs, face inches away from where I needed him the most. Then, he brought the vibrator up and turned it on.

“Let’s see if the tease likes being teased.” He said with a wicked smirk, throwing me a wink.

My body jumped once he started rubbing the vibrator on my clit in slow, torturous circles.

“Ahhh, damn…” I moaned out quietly, focusing on the pressure that was currently rubbing my clit.

“You like that?” Roman asked, licking his lips, intently watching my pussy drip with need.

“Ugh! Yes!” I moaned out when he turned up the level on the toy. He started running it up and down my womanhood, eliciting a string of profanities from my lips.

I started rocking my hips upward, looking for more friction, but he pulled the toy away. I groaned in dissapointment.

“Awww, what’s wrong baby girl?” He asked, mocking me the way I did him earlier.

“Stop fucking playing, Ro! Get back to work!” I yelled at him, beyond frustrated and more than turned on at this point.

He just laughed. “I’m a little too old to be playing games, sweetheart.” He brought the vibrator back up to my pussy, slowly circling my opening with it. “And the only one who’s gonna be going to work is you.”

With that, he shoved the vibtator up my soaked cunt. “Fuck!” I yelled out, glad to have something up my throbbing pussy.

“Come on, (y/n). Fuck yourself with your toy, baby.” Roman teased, removing his hand from the hilt of the toy and placing mine on it.

I started fucking myself with the vibrator slowly, maintaining eye contact with him. I started shoving it in me faster and harder when I saw him grabbing his cock, jerking it in time with the vibrator I was shoving up my pussy.

His eyes lowered themselves to where I was moving the pink toy in and out of myself. “Rub that swollen clit of yours. Fuck that pussy good for me!” He demanded, jerking his cock harder.

“Oh shit!” I moaned, loudly when I started rubbing my clit like Roman told me to.

“You ‘bout to cum, baby?” Roman asked, voice husky due to the hand rapidly moving up and down his thick cock.

“Yes!” I moaned out, rubbing my clit and fucking myself with the vibrator harder. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Good.” He muttered, leaning forward to slap my hands away and snatching the pink toy out of my tight pussy in the process.

“Ro!!! What the actual fuck!” I yelled at him, thinking of ways to murder his ass in his sleep.

“I did say I was gonna tease you…” He trails off leaning in to my cheek.

I narrowed my eyes dangerously at him.

“I hate you.” I said lightly.

“You love my dick, though.”

“Oh, screw you!”

“Soon, babe. Soon.” He said, throwing me a dazzling smile. Why is he so damn attractive.

He ran his hand through his hair, arm muscles flexing as he did so, then leaned forward, his breath playing with my lips.

“I was planning on dominating your little ass tonight, but now I’m having second thoughts.” He finished, leaning even further in to run his tongue along my bottom lip.

Roman moved to my left, laying his body down next to mine with his feet planted firmly on the mattress.

“I’m gonna sit my ass right here and watch you do all the work. Now come sit down on my cock.” He demanded, raising up to lean back on his forearms.

I scrambled over to his lap, admiring the sight before me. His cock looked intimidating, laying there against his stomach, heavily dripping precum. The viens were so pronounced they looked as if they were gonna bust through the skin. And the size of his dick never ceased to amaze me.

I moved to straddle his cock. “Nuh, uh.” I heard him say. I looked at him, confused.

“Turn around. I wanna see your ass bounce every time you go up and down on my dick.”

Fuck, I thought to myself, pussy clenching uncontrollably at the thought.

I turned around and straddled his hips, facing the wall in front of us. I raised my hips up and felt him line up his cock with my opening. I slowly lowered myself onto his thick shaft, hissing at the slight pain that accompanied it.

“God, damn!” I heard him curse once I made it all the down. His cock was so fucking thick. He always filled me up completely, making me feel as if I were being ripped in half.

“Come on, baby girl. Fuck yourself on my cock.” I heard him moan out.

I moaned in response, leaning my body over so that my hands were flat on the bed beneath me. I used that leverage to help me bounce up and down on his hard, fat cock.

“Shit!” Roman cursed, intently watching my ass move as I kept moving myself up and down, grinding my hips once I made it back down.

“Go faster, (y/n). I want you to fuck that cock good. Move that ass, baby girl.”

I moaned, fucking myself harder and faster on the cock wedged between my legs. I was breathing heavily, and the pleasure I was receiving from his thick manhood was driving me insane.

Every time I’d slam my hips back down into his, his cock would poke my g-spot hard. My legs were starting to spasm due to how good his dick was making my throbbing pussy feel.

I leaned forward even more on the bed, letting my forearms support me. I could ride his cock faster at this angle. I started screaming when he started rocking his hips off of the bed, meeting me thrust for thrust, pounding deliciously into my cervix.

“Yeah, that’s it baby! Take all of it! Fuck my cock hard! God, damn!” I heard him growl out, reaching out a hand to smack my left ass cheek. Hard.

“Oh, fuck!” I screamed at the harsh slap. It sent delicious ripples of pleasure straight to my throbbing clit.

“Ro, I’m so close! Keep shoving your cock up in me, please!” I begged him, wanting to cum so fucking bad.

He started shoving his cock in me faster. So fast I could hardly raise my hips up before he was shoving his fat, meaty cock back in me.

I felt Roman raise up a little, grabbing me by my hair and tugging me back into his hard chest.

“Now, tell me,” he whispered, darkly into my ear, never ceasing the brutal pace he in which he was fucking me with his hard cock, “Who’s making your tiny pussy feel this damn good?”

“You!” I cried, trying my hardest to move up and down on his thick cock at this angle.

“What’s my name?” He asked, voice turning dangerously seductive. He started tugging on my hair even harder.

“Roman!” I cried out.

“No!” His deep voice boomed in my ear. He yanked on my hair roughly. I shrieked in pain.

“What’s. My. Fucking. Name?” He growled in my ear, accentuating each of his words with a sharp thrust into my sensitive vagina.

“Daddy!” I shrieked. “It’s Daddy!” I felt my pussy clamp down hard on the thick cock fucking me senseless

“Good girl” he crooned out sexily, pinching my clit between his thumb and pointer finger as a reward.

I came with a loud scream, back arching into a perfect bow. I was squeezing my eyes shut so tight my head was starting to hurt. Roman didn’t slow down his movement through my oragasm. He continued to move his cock in and out, fucking me through it.

I was dead weight leaning up against his chest, now. I just laid there, taking his cock as he continued to shove it back into me.

“Fucking look at you! My cock turned you into a mess. Daddy fucking you that good?” He asked, shoving his dick in me even harder.

Before I knew it, Roman had flipped us over. I was laying front first on the bed, and he was over me, penis still lodged in me.

“Ohhh!” I groaned out, lower stomach starting to hurt due to how hard Roman was shoving his cock in me. “Please, Ro…” I started off, struggling to find words.

“Shhhh,” he started leaning over me, “Don’t talk, baby girl. Just let Daddy keep fucking this tight ass pussy until he cums. You want Daddy’s cum, right?” He asked, stopping his harsh thrust to grind his cock in circles into my pussy.

“Ahhh, yes! I need your cum in me, daddy! Please give it to me!” I begged, not caring about how filthy I sounded.

“You turn into such a whore once I start fucking you. You love this dick that much? Your slutty little pussy needs my cock that damn much?!” He asked huskily, grinding his hips down into mine rougher.

“Oh, my fucking gosh, yes! I always need it! Please fill me up, Daddy!” I whined, throat hoarse from all the yelling.

“Oh, I’ll fill you up, slut! I’m not stopping till I cum all in this little pussy. Until this tight little cunt of yours starts milking this fat cock dry.” He whispered nastily in my ear.

“Oh, shit!” I cursed, feeling another intense oragasm sneak up on me due to his filthy fucking words.

“Damn, baby, again?!” I heard him ask, incredulously. “Shit!” I heard him curse, feeling his cock swell up deliciously in me.

“Yes! Cum in my sluty little pussy, Daddy. Fill your little girl up!” I groaned out, desperate for his cum.

“Fuck!” I heard him roar, slamming his cock, one, two, three times into me before he started filling me up with his seed. I moaned loudly at the feeling of his cock twitching every time more of his seed would leak out that glorious cock directly onto my greedy pussy.

When he finished cumming in me, he pulled his cock out and collapsed next to me on the bed.

“Damn, baby girl,” he started, still trying to catch his breath, “We should get that pussy insured. Would hate for something to happen to it.”

I laughed at his stupidity. “You just did something to it!” I turned over to my right to face him, giving him a tired smile.

“I did, didn’t I?” He said proudly, throwing me a wink.

“I wanna feel hurt for being left out, but that was hot as fuck.” Roman and I jumped at the sound of Tama’s voice.

“When did you get here? I thought you were sleep?” I asked, still breathing heavily.

“About ten minutes ago. I’m pretty sure you guys woke up the whole neighborhood with how loud you were.”

“I bet you can’t make her scream that loud.” Roman said, throwing Tama a cocky grin.

“You wanna bet, pretty boy?”

“Oh, please! You’re just as pretty as me.”

“I’m not pretty, OK. I’m devilishly handsome.” Tama threw back, looking proud of himself.

“Quit lying to yourself, kid.”

“Kid?! I’m older than you, dipshit! And besides…”

I decided to tune out their ridiculous conversation, finding sleep to be more appealing. I turn around, grabbed my pillow, and fell asleep almost instantly.

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At last, he drained his wineglass, set it down, and met my eyes directly.

“Will ye …” He stopped, the flush deepening on his features, but met my eyes, swallowed once, and went on. “Will ye come to bed wi’ me, then? I mean,” he hurried on, “it’s cold, and we’re both damp, and—” 

“And there aren’t any chairs,” I finished for him. “All right.” I pulled my hand loose from his, and turned toward the bed, feeling a queer mix of excitement and hesitance that made my breath come short. 

He pulled off his breeches and stockings quickly, then glanced at me. 

“I’m sorry, Sassenach; I should have thought ye’d need help wi’ your laces.” 

So he didn’t undress women often, I thought, before I could stop myself, and my lips curved in a smile at the thought. 

“Well, it’s not laces,” I murmured, “but if you’d give a hand in the back there …” I laid aside my cloak, and turned my back to him, lifting my hair to expose the neck of the dress. 

There was a puzzled silence. Then I felt a finger sliding slowly down the groove of my backbone. 

“What’s that?” he said, sounding startled. 

“It’s called a zipper,” I said, smiling, though he couldn’t see me. “See the little tab at the top? Just take hold of that, and pull it straight down.” 

The zipper teeth parted with a muted ripping noise, and the remnants of Jessica Gutenburg sagged free. I pulled my arms out of the sleeves and let the dress drop heavily around my feet, turning to face Jamie before I lost my nerve. 

He jerked back, startled by this sudden chrysalis-shedding. Then he blinked, and stared at me. 

I stood in front of him in nothing but my shoes and gartered rose-silk stockings. I had an overwhelming urge to snatch the dress back up, but I resisted it. I stiffened my spine, raised my chin, and waited. 

He didn’t say a word. His eyes gleamed in the candlelight as he moved his head slightly, but he still had that trick of hiding all his thoughts behind an inscrutable mask. 

“Will you bloody say something?” I demanded at last, in a voice that shook only a little. 

His mouth opened, but no words came out. He shook his head slowly from side to side. 

“Jesus,” he whispered at last. “Claire … you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” 

“You,” I said with conviction, “are losing your eyesight. It’s probably glaucoma; you’re too young for cataracts.” 

He laughed at that, a little unsteadily, and then I saw that he was in fact blinded—his eyes shone with moisture, even as he smiled. He blinked hard, and held out his hand. 

“I,” he said, with equal conviction, “ha’ got eyes like a hawk, and always did. Come here to me.” 

A little reluctantly, I took his hand, and stepped out of the inadequate shelter of the remains of my dress. He drew me gently in, to stand between his knees as he sat on the bed. Then he kissed me softly, once on each breast, and laid his head between them, his breath coming warm on my bare skin. 

“Your breast is like ivory,” he said softly, the word almost “breest” in the Highland Scots that always grew broad when he was truly moved. His hand rose to cup one breast, his fingers tanned into darkness against my own pale glow. 

“Only to see them, sae full and sae round—Christ, I could lay my head here forever. But to touch ye, my Sassenach … you wi’ your skin like white velvet, and the sweet long lines of your body …” He paused, and I could feel the working of his throat muscles as he swallowed, his hand moving slowly down the curving slope of waist and hip, the swell and taper of buttock and thigh. 

“Dear God,” he said, still softly. “I couldna look at ye, Sassenach, and keep my hands from you, nor have ye near me, and not want ye.” He lifted his head then, and planted a kiss over my heart, then let his hand float down the gentle curve of my belly, lightly tracing the small marks left there by Brianna’s birth. 

“You … really don’t mind?” I said hesitantly, brushing my own fingers over my stomach. 

He smiled up at me with something half-rueful in his expression. He hesitated for a moment, then drew up the hem of his shirt. 

“Do you?” he asked. 

The scar ran from midthigh nearly to his groin, an eight-inch length of twisted, whitish tissue. I couldn’t repress a gasp at its appearance, and dropped to my knees beside him. 

I laid my cheek on his thigh, holding tight to his leg, as though I would keep him now—as I had not been able to keep him then. I could feel the slow, deep pulse of the blood through his femoral artery under my fingers—a bare inch away from the ugly gully of that twisting scar. 

“It doesna fright ye, nor sicken ye, Sassenach?” he asked, laying a hand on my hair. I lifted my head and stared up at him. 

“Of course not!” 

“Aye, well.” He reached to touch my stomach, his eyes holding mine. “And if ye bear the scars of your own battles, Sassenach,” he said softly, “they dinna trouble me, either.” 

He lifted me to the bed beside him then, and leaned to kiss me. I kicked off my shoes, and curled my legs up, feeling the warmth of him through his shirt. My hands found the button at the throat, fumbling to open it.

It’s here! To @akai-echo​ who surprised me with this beautiful banner, thank you for giving us some scrumptious visuals! I mean, just look at it!

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Part 1: Grapholagnia

Part 2: Neighbors/We meet again

Part 3: Callipygian

Part 4: Apodyopis

Part 5: Gymnophoria

Part 6: Mamihlapinatapei

Part 7: Basorexia

Part 8: Coitus

Part 9: Hypersexuality

Part 10: Malapert

Part 11: Quidnunc

Part 12: Hiraeth

Part 13: Viraha

And now for Part 14…

Concupiscence: ardent sensual longing/ strong lustful desire


When I climbed into my bed next to my drunk sister, I expected to fall right asleep. After the week I’ve had, I’m so drained that I could barely move my limbs to help clean up at least some of the mess in my apartment. The windows remained wide open for several hours while we talked and watched another movie. Annie chose one with zero romance in it whatsoever, and I am grateful for that, although the more Prim drank, the more likely she was to spout out questions or comments about Peeta and my relationship with him until all I wanted to do was sleep and not think about boys. Especially not him.

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Princess Rebellion | Gil x Reader

Originally posted by alittlebiteverything

Prompt: “Frick.” “Why don’t you curse?” “There’s a story behind it.”

Summary: Gil is there to help you with your insecurities.

Author’s Note: I demand more Gil!


You peered into your locker mirror, noticing that your lipstick smudged. You quickly pulled out the tube, reapplying it carefully. “Hey sweetheart.” Gil’s voice from behind scared you and you jerked your hand, smearing lipstick on your chin. 

“Shit! You ok?” Gil asked, trying to stifle his laughter. “It’s just lipstick. Nothing important.” You waved him off. You mentally cringed. You could only imagine your mother’s reaction if she heard you say that. It would not be pretty.

You reached in your purse, feeling around for a makeup remover but not finding any. Crap! You let Audrey borrow them and she never gave them back. “Frick.” You whispered out, becoming increasingly frustrated. 

“Why don’t you curse?” Gil asked, bringing you back to reality. “There’s a story behind it.” You sighed. The bell rang and students started rushing to their classes. You refused to go to class looking like an idiot.

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You: Why do you ship Twilight Princess Zelink? They barely even speak to one another.

What I say: Oh, you know! It’s just for fun, like always. I like them both individually and it’s fun to imagine them together.

The truth: Look, buddy. Ocarina of Time freaking ripped my heart out, Majora’s Mask threw it on the ground, and that Hero’s Shade side quest stomped all over it. They were too young and pure to ship in Wind Waker and Twilight Princess is the only other direct sequel and I demand to have SOMETHING after all that tear jerking nonsense, okay?

there’s no way in hell L.H

Originally posted by sexycliffconda

warning: smut

word count: 900+

summary: you accidentally moan another band mate’s name and Luke gets jealous and fucks you hard

requested?: yes, hope you liked it anon!! this is written by Hannah whoo, hope you guys enjoy this smut because it’s amazing!! watch out for more smut coming soon because I might drop one randomly with no warning. *wiggles eyebrows suggestively*

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“Haha, you’re so funny Ashton.” I rolled my eyes and looked down at my phone seeing a text from Luke that told me he would be home any minute. Ashton was one of my best friends and although we were strictly platonic, we talked just about every day so that we would never miss a thing in each others lives. Through all of the touring, he kept me up to date with what Luke was doing on tour if he was too busy to talk to me himself.

A few minutes of useless conversation passed and I heard the door open and close, and heard shuffling as if Luke was taking off his jacket by the door. Ashton was crackling stupid jokes at me and trying to make me laugh, and he was succeeding. 

“How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?” He asked. I pretended to think for a moment before answering. “Hmmm.. I’m not sure. How many?” “Tentacles!” He shouted and burst into uncontrollable laughter, and I couldn’t help but chuckle and shake my head at his dumb jokes.

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