i drive him wild

Wild Heart

Good afternoon my lovelies. Since i have a few moments after my workout and shower before my daughter gets home I thought it would be nice to give you all a little insight into my day.

Like most days it starts when the alarm goes off for my son to make sure he is back in his room when his sister wakes up. There is a little snuggling and some reluctance for us to disentangle ourselves. It probably doesn’t help that I keep brushing my nipples againt him and my fingers over his thickening cock. But eventually he kisses me good morning and heads to his room. After he leaves I lay there and check my social media and messages from the night. Yes, this means if you’ve gotten a message from me in the morning I’ve probably been naked. Lol ;) ….. So anyway. I get up shower and dress for work. Usually taking the kids to school. Then hours at work.

Today was kinda special because I was going to meet Katie for lunch. Then the shit hit the fan and i knew I was going to have to reschedule. Luckily she had a much better idea. My sweet Katie showed up at my work with lunch for two. We shut ourselves in my office and consumed the salad and sandwich she had apparently prepared herself after getting my call. It was so sweet and thoughtful of her. We chit-chatted while we ate and as i watched her i felt a desire to have her.

Let me pause here…., I know, I know. It was just getting good. I think i should give you all some history. When i was growing up i was a wild teenage girl. I had zero inhibitions. I did things that would make normal teens blush. Lol shocking i know. Anywho. When i married my husband my sex life went a little sideways and got very vanilla. Not dull, that came later, just not as adventurous. The reason i tell you this is because since discovering my love and lust for my son, my sexdrive has returned and my adventurous spirt as well. Ok back to what you all want to hear.

I stood walked to my office door and locked it. I turned to Katie who had a smile and told her to strip. I was acting very much the dominant person in my relationship with her. She immediately stood. There was no slow seductive stripshow like the movies nor did i want one. I wanted her naked and ready for whatever i did next. I strode to my desk dropping my skirt as i walked, pulled off my panties and sat down spred my legs wide. I waited a full 10 seconds be for looking at her. The from nowhere i said what are you waiting for an engraved invitation…. get over here and make me cum. She paused for half a heartbeat. Then scurried on her knees to my waiting lips. It was so erotic. My head swimming in the power as i wound my fingers into her hair and ground my clit into her waiting face. After what felt like hours of pleasure which was only 3 minutes, i was cumming like a freight train. My bucking body nearly drowning her. I released her hair and she knelt back looked at me and said ‘thank you’. I said nothing then she added the ‘mistress’. I smiled and told her she was an amazing linguist, ;), and it was time for her reward. I had her lay back and began fingering a very wet and very tight pussy. By the time i was licking her I’d made her cum 3 times. After the final thrashing orgasm rolled through my sweet Katie, i felt she was satisfactory rewarded. I wish we could say that we cuddled like that in my office until it was time to go but this is real life. I allowed her to dress except for her white lace panties which i am keeping in my desk at work.

After work i returned home, to find my son waiting in the workout room. His body was on display except for the shorts. His Adonis like form was definitely a panty dropper. Which i of course did. We streched and worked my legs today. Feeling his hand on me was driving me wild. I looked at him dropped to my knees and pulled off his shorts. I worshiped the beautiful thick cock i had created. I felt his hands in my hair and relaxed for what was coming. He thrust and i let him. Soon i felt the pulsing jets in my mouth and let it pool. He loves to watch me swallow. Then we headed into the shower adjoining the workout room. Soon after soaping the sweat from our bodies I felt him rising and let him take the lead. He lasted longer and edged me until i felt the first swell inside me. He moaned my name, a first, and told me to cum. I didn’t even need to touch my clit hearing him use my first name had done it. I was moaning uncontrollably as he began shooting deep into me.

I can still feel it leaking slighty onto my bed as i lay here writing. I think i can safely say i have fully embraced my wild side again.

White Widow - Part 9

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 (Smut)| PART 10 (Final)

Character Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: When the reader loses her fiance to Hydra, she is sent to the Avengers compound for her protection. Forced to share the guest house with the famous assassin, the Winter Soldier, she must learn to cope with her loss and her new roommate. All this, while trying to solve the mystery of why Hydra is now hunting her.

A/N: SMUT and NSFW. 

Originally posted by oursisthefvry

I recovered slowly over the next few days. By day 3 I was even strong enough and not sore enough to walk more than two feet. Not that Bucky would let me though. He was amazingly tender and sweet, waiting on me hand and foot and not letting me do a single thing for myself. If he wasn’t retrieving something for me, he was right by my side. This constant companionship also included falling asleep in his arms every night. A ritual I desperately needed because my little kidnapping and torture incident had only increased the frequency and intensity of my nightmares. They all involved some variation of what happened to me, except Bucky didn’t show up to save me.

I always woke screaming and crying. Bucky would just shush me and hold me tight. He’d always say “I showed up to save you though and I always will.” as he stroked my sweaty hair and lulled me back to sleep.

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Mommy & Me- (Oneshot)

Originally posted by wonhosoks

Lee Jooheon

word count: 2345

🎧 Cry Baby- The Neighbourhood 

Work sucked. Being a bartender meant giving up your weekends and having to deal with a bunch of drunk assholes that frequently forgot to tip. The guys always came on too aggressive and despite knowing you could probably kick their far-from-sober asses you had to remain pleasant and “professional.”

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Taking It Slow [Eggsy Unwin Imagine, Continued].

A/N: Part two to Annoying Interruptions! Hope you all enjoy, it’s a little short, sorry anon! :( Thanks for requesting! <3

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader. 

Warnings: None. Just kissing and implied sexual content. Nothing explicit. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone and you belong to you. 

P.S: I have checked this and edited, but if there are any mistakes, please forgive me! 

The minute you and Eggsy reached your room, you snapped, “what the hell, Eggsy?”

Eggsy chuckled, crowding you against the door of your bedroom, a mischievous look in his eyes, “you can’t say you didn’t like it, baby.”

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Imagine your best friend Sodapop comforting you in the bath after you’ve had a bad day.

“It’s okay, honey” Sodapop whispered, laying his head down on your bare shoulder. “Everything is going to be okay.”

“No, no, no… it’s not.” You sobbed, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. “I’m so hurt.”

“I know, baby, I know. But, he isn’t going to get away with it, you savvy? I’m gonna make sure of it.”

“He is going to tell that he got into Y/N the Prude’s pants, he had it planned, y’know, he had a bet with his buddies. He got me drunk, I don’t even remember doing it.”

“He took advantage of you.” You looked up as you heard the venomous tone to his voice. “And that’s not right and I’m going to beat the tar out of him.”

“I love you” You sobbed, turning around so you could clutch onto him… you only wished he loved you the same way that you loved him. He was gentlemanly, kind, gentle and caring- he’d never force you or any other girl into something she wasn’t ready for. “God, I love you so much.”  

“I love you too.” He whispered, kissing your forehead. “Now close your eyes.”

He picked up the jug of warm water and poured it gently onto your head, washing out the conditioner… your eyes were shut but your tears were still falling.

“There, all better” When you opened your eyes you could see his sweet smile and kind eyes looking into yours.

“Hey Soda” You mumbled, shame tainting your cheeks crimson red. “I wish it were you.”

“You wish what was me?” confusion was clear in his eyes as he tucked a strand of sopping wet hair behind your ear.

“I wish it had been you that took my virginity, and not him. You’re so kind and compassionate, you wouldn’t have forced me into it or tricked me… it would’ve been beautiful.”

“It would’ve been love” He whispered gently, pressing a hand to your cheek as his eyes penetrated yours.

“Will you be my first, again?” You gave a faint smile as your hand enveloped his. “I mean, you don’t have to be, obviously I wouldn’t force you to if you didn’t want to-”

“Of course… but maybe not tonight, or even tomorrow. I want you to be absolutely certain that it’s what you want. I love you, God, I love you so much that it hurts and to think that some guy has done this.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “It drives me wild, I want to kill him.”

“Just love me”

Frat Boy (Part 8)

Originally posted by twerking-castiel

Summary: Dean and reader finish up their weekend getaway…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Tags: @dancingalone21 @daydreamingintheimpala @pulgapelayo18@perpetualabsurdity  @jessiedangerous

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,685

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: Fluffy, smut, fluffy, smut…

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Say It Slower

Summary: You help Sam relax after a pointless hunt.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Wordcount: 1.8k

Warnings: Smut. All the smut. Oh and there’s the tiniest hint of anal play, it’s in there for all of about 2 seconds, so don’t let that put you off!

A/N: Seriously this is 1800 words of pure filth. Entirely smut. Nothing but smut. Yes, smut is my game at the moment, but fuck me. I broke my brain writing this. Requested by @lipstickandwhiskey (and thanks for the beta, babe). And when i say requested, this is the result of us over-analyzing a lot of beautiful Sam gifs amid her amazing Sam!Crisis. Let me know what you think!

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

Research for this hunt was going nowhere. You and Sam were holed up in some cheap motel in the middle of Alabama and the case was almost definitely a dead end. Sam was still digging though. The stress was evident in his tense shoulders. The shoulders that were covered by a perfectly tailored white button-down at that moment. With a stress relieving plan in mind, you excused yourself and made your way to the bathroom with your duffel.

When you silently emerged, Sam was still where you left him, sitting on on the bed, eyes glued to the screen of his computer, occasionally sipping from a bottle of whiskey. Leaning against the doorframe, you tapped your nails against the bathroom door, finally drawing Sam’s attention away from his screen.

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(Part two of The apology)
Ok so this chapter gets really… tough? Yeah, that’s the word… but it in NO WAY depicts how the guys are in real life AT ALL I’m just gonna say it; shit gets real.


“Can you lift arms baby girl?” He moaned, slipping the oversized Nirvana tee-shirt over you.
Your arms immediately came to your chest, in attempts to cover what you could.
Luke looked down at you, a look of confusion washed onto his face.
“Don’t.” He spoke. “You are, the most beautiful girl I think I’ve ever seen. You don’t have to cover yourself up like that.”
“I know.” You spoke softly. “I’m just.. not skinny like the girls on TV, and I don’t have long blonde hair that falls in my face right when a hot guys walks by, and my bra never matches my panties and-”
Luke stopped you by putting a finger over your lips.
“Stop. Stop comparing yourself to other girls. I personally love girls with curves, and you remind me a coke bottle; a little bit everything all in the right places. And who cares if your bra doesn’t match your undies, they won’t even matter in a little while.” He spoke, muttering the last part.
You slowly let your arms down, exposing your bright pink Victorias Secret bra.
“So.Fucking.beautiful.” He moaned as he started to work on your neck, leaving a mixture of saliva and love bites.
“Oh god Luke.” You managed. You and Calum had kissed before, that was nothing special, but the feelings you had for Luke right now were beyond anything you’ve ever felt for Calum, and it felt so right.
Luke’s mouth left your neck and moved toward you ear.
“{Y/N}, I don’t think the best for us to do it would be your couch. Do you wanna get dressed and come back to my place and watch a movie? You-you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
You bit your bottom lip and nodded quickly, already missing the feeling of Luke’s warm touch.
“Then go get dressed kitten, I’m not going anywhere.” He spoke, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you leap off the couch
As you got dressed you couldn’t help but think about Calum, though he was probably out at a bar buying someone random a drink, you were still a bit uneasy.
You quickly grabbed a pair of shorts, a tank, and a pair of boots and slipped your hair into a high ponytail before running back to the living room.
Once you got there you were faced with an angry looking Luke.
“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK HOW MUCH HE CLAIMS TO FUCKING LOVE HER HE’S NOT GONNA SEE HER AGAIN!!” Luke yelled into the phone, you’d never heard Luke raise his voice before, but it was a bit frightening.
He yelled again before throwing the phone against the wall.
“Luke. What’s wrong?” Luke held his hands in his hands.
“{Y/N}, I know you love Calum but baby he’s gonna hurt you.”
Luke’s words sounded confident, like he was sure of what he was saying while you were left flooded with confusion.
“Luke, what are you talking about?”
You asked, and Luke frantically ran a hand through his hair.
“He- He’s not stable okay? he bit off more then he could chew and now he’s fucking paying for it. I sounds crazy I know, but right now I need you to trust me okay? Please tell me you can trust me.” He pleaded.
“Yes Luke, I trust you.”
He smiled reassuringly and walked toward you; grabbing your wrist, “Then we gotta go, right now.” He grabbed your arm and began pulling you out the front door.


“So you wanna tell me what happened back there?”
You asked, you guys had made it back to Luke’s place, (with several calls from Ashton and Michael telling him that Calum was no where to be found)
and you guys were currently watching no strings attached and eating ice-cream, you sitting in his lap.
“It was, a miscommunication, that’s all.”
You looked back at Luke with a look of
“Boy please, try again” And you think it worked.
“Calum is just, he’s gotten himself in deep water and can’t swim…”
“That’s not anymore helpful toward getting me an answer.” You laughed.
“I like your laugh.” Luke blurted out.
“It’s one of those laughs that make you smile when you hear it.”
“Your trying your hardest to avoid this question.”
You pointed out, gaming a sigh from
“I just think this is something Calum should tell you, it’s not my place.”
That made you feel weird, like it was a secret that the whole band probably knew, but you didn’t.
You guys sat in silence as a there was currently a major sex scene going on, causing the air in the room to instantly thicken.
You could feel Luke start to shift underneath you, and an unfamiliar but known pressure under you
“You ok Luke?” You asked turning around.
He nodded quickly instead of speaking.
“Do you want me to move?”
“No. Please, don’t move.”
He spoke demandingly
You gave a small smirk and when you turned back around the screen had changed, to yet another sex scene.
You could tell Luke was “frustrated” but you didn’t really know if he even wanted your help. But it was worth a shot.
You turned so one leg was on either side of him,and began to slowly grind on him.
“{Y/N} what are you-”
Luke sentence was cut short due to your actions.
“Do you want me to stop?” You asked softly.
You were currently wearing one of Luke’s old flannels and a pair of boy short panties; driving Him wild.
“You think I can think straight when your doing that baby?”
You stopped instantly, looking Adias in the eyes.
“Luke” You started “Do you want me to stop?”
he looked at you and smiled a bit.
You started up again, biting your bottom lip as you rocked back and forth.
Luke’s moans quickly heightened to
whimpers, his hair was beginning to stick to his forehead and the friction he was currently feeling was no longer enough.
“Such a fucking tease kitten.” He growled, resting his hands on your bum as he gave it a small squeeze. You had never seen Luke like this, so needy, begging and moaning like a man mad.
You slowly started to unbutton his shirt and place small open mouth kisses across his lips and down his neck;leaving small love bites every so often.
In need of more friction Luke pulled her even closer to him, gaining a loud moan from you.
“I’ve always wanted to hear you moan.”
He spoke, causing you to moan again.
“It’s so.. fucking hot.” He growled.
Luke pulled apart the flannel she was wearing, disregarding the fact that there were buttons on it.
“LUKE!!” You screeched.
“Shhhh baby girl it’s just a shirt.” He spoke laughing.
Needing to be in the dominating postion Luke flipped them over; putting him right near your breasts.
“So fucking beautiful.” He whispered, quickly unclasping your bra.
“Oh god Luke.” You moaned loudly.
It was now Luke who was teasing, biting your skin then kissing it lightly to replace any pain you might have felt.
He slowly started inching toward your covered core, teasing her every time he’d get close.
“Don’t tease Luke-” Her sentence was cut off due to Luke’s phone ringing loudly, but he didn’t care.
“You phones r-r-inging.” You stuttered as Luke began to remove your shorts.
“Do you think I should get it?”
He teased.
You shook your head no, but in reality you wanted to know if it was Calum.
“But what-what if it’s Calum?” You asked, causing him to stop.
“Your right.” He spoke, reacher over behind him and grabbing his phone, scanning it.
“Lucky guess babe.”
He spoke before putting the phone to his ear.
“Ah, the man of the hour.” He spoke sarcastically.
“{Y/N}? No, I haven’t seen her, maybe she came to her senses and decided to leave your sorry ass?” Luke spat, you laying perfectly still underneath him.
“Hey, listen I don’t want any trouble ok? I-”
“Calum, calm down she’s not here ok? If I see her I’ll tell her your looking for her alright?” With that, he hung up, leaving a frown on Luke’s face.
“Prince Charming is looking for you.” He sighed, and you started to get up.
“Hey, that doesn’t mean out fun has to end, does it?” He asked shyly,
“No” You smiled “I just thought you’d want to stop..” He smiled at you lightly before it became a smirk.
“Never.” He spoke. Crashing his lips back onto yours.


When you woke up you weren’t in the living room, and Luke wasn’t with you.
You had somehow made your way to what you assumed to be his room, in only your bra.
“Great.” You spoke. You got up and went to Luke’s dresser, pulling out the first tee-shirt you could find.
As you got closer to the closed bedroom door you couldn’t help but hear loud shouting, so you hesitated open it.

“JUST LET ME FUCKING GO BACK THERE!!” You heard a voice all to familiar to Calum’s yell, and then loud foot steps coming toward the room. You didn’t know what to do so you backed up until you hit the edge of the bed.
“Mate I swear if she’s in here-” You heard before the door flung open, a blistering red Calum standing in the door way, causing you heart to jump.
“YOU FUCKING WHORE!” He yelled, immediately causing your eyes to water.
“Calum.” You spoke, standing up from the end of the bed as you made your way toward him.
“DID YOU HAVE SEX WITH LUKE?” He yelled again, Inching toward you so he was towering above you.
You didn’t say anything, instead you looked down at the ground.
“Mate just leave her alone” You heard Luke say behind Calum say.
Calum look back at Luke and laughed.
“So you get to just fuck my girlfriend and I don’t get to say shit? No mate, that ain’t how this shit works.”
Calum looked you up and down once before he headed back toward the living room where the others were.
Michele was currently holding Luke back, while Ashton tried his hardest to hold Calum.
“Get the FUCK off me Michael!!” Luke yelled pushing him to the side so he could get to Calum.
Soon, Calum and Luke were face to face, one pushing the other and yelling.
“GUYS STOP!!” You yelled in between tears.
Things started happening in burts, one thing led to another and Calum managed to punch Luke, knocking him to the ground.
Calum took the chance and jumped on top of him, punching him repeatedly.
You ran down into the living room and tried to help pry Calum off of Luke.
“CALUM PLEASE!!” You begged, slapping his shoulder with as much force as you could muster.
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME.” Calum yelled taking his left hand off Luke’s collar to push you off of him, causing you to fly back and hit the tall brown bookshelf that stood behind you.
Calum stopped for a minute, realizing what he had just done.
“{Y/N}!! Ashton called out, running towards you.
Michael immediately pushed Calum off of Luke, shocked at what he had just done.
“WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!” He yelled, taking the same position as ashton.
“Hey, {Y/N}, hey wake up.” Ashton yelled lifting you from the floor as he smacked your face a bit
“Shit, Mikey she’s fucking bleeding.”
He placed his hand under your head to reveal a large gash in the back
“Fuck man, we gotta get her or a hospital.”
Ashton nodded quickly before picking you up bridal style.
“Let me drive.” Calum spoke frantically.
“I think you’ve done enough Calum.” Milkey snapped before grabbing his keys and rushing you out the door.

after party, s.r smut

A/N: Thank you for the positive responses about the last smut! It wasn’t my best but I needed to put it out! lol This one is not as long in length and it’s kind of a spin off of my “Caught” preference,(i’d link it, but my account doesn’t allow me too!)

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Visuals, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before ya Tap it)

Words: 2,802

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Rose Petals and Guitar Picks

A/N: there’s really no warnings on this ?? Expect like a few mentions of sex/sexual, along with alcohol things but really Just some fluff with some chub!dan because that’s my favorite!!

Dan positioned himself in front of the mirror to look over his outfit one more time, usually he didn’t care about every little detail of his outfit but on Friday nights he did.
Friday nights were something Dan always looked forward to, not because he was away from school but because he was able to go see a fairly small band play a gig downtown.
Their music wasn’t his favorite if he was being completely honest with you, but the guitarist.
The guitarist is what made him keep coming back. He wasn’t sure of his name and he figured he was a bit older than Dan himself.
A few things he knew were the boy had tattoos, a low voice that made his knees weak, and one more thing.
Dan really really wanted this kids attention.

The night went on and the pastel boy was tuning the music and all the noise out. Focusing on only the pretty boy with tattoos.
At times he would only watched his face and how his tongue would stick out when he was concentrating on certain songs, other times he would focusing on his hands and fingers. Fuck, if what they said about guitarist fingering faster the– Dan groaned at himself, why was he having sexual fantasies about someone he doesn’t even know!
He sighed, listening as the song was coming to an end which also meant the night was.
Maybe tonight he’ll get the boys attention.. Dan shrugged off that thought and adjusted his flower crown, then walking off to go grab another drink; don’t worry he’s nineteen.
As he was coming back, he made the stupidest mistake of looking down to check his phone. Dan ended up bumping into someone which resulted in his drink spilling on his jumper and the stranger
“Shit–! I’m sorry!” He groaned, quickly grabbing a few napkins and patting down the mans shirt, probably not the best move to do when you’re at a bar and most people tend to be aggressive in situations like this.

“Hey don’t worry about it sweet cheeks,”
That voice.
He knew that voice and oh my god he felt like he was going to collapse; knees getting weak and everything.

“It’s funny, I was actually coming over here to talk to you.. But I didn’t think our first encounter would be like.. Well this!” Of course the man followed a small chuckle after those words.
“If you don’t mind me asking.. Why did you come over here to talk to me?” Dan looked up at the man, which he still didn’t know the name of.
“Well I notice you every Friday, with your cute skirts and thigh highs.. And might I say you pull it off pretty well.”

Yeah they’re easy to pull off as well.

Dan giggled softly at his own thought; cheeks becoming a dark red. “O-oh, um thanks..” He mumbled, glancing down.

“So gorgeous what’s your name?” This boy is either a flirt or a fuckboy; let’s find out.

“Daniel– well Dan.. Just Dan.” Dan felt so embarrassed, usually he was fine when talking to a cute boy but now.. Now was different.

“Cute, I’m Phil.” He said, a small smile plastered on his lips.

Phil, that name certainly fit well.

“Lovely name.” Dan smiled, his confidence going back up.
Phil smirked a little and chuckled “thanks.. Hey do you need a shirt or something since your jumper seems to be.. Well wet.”

Dan bit his lower lip and shook his head “no I was about to go home anyways..” Once the pastel said those words Phil’s smirked turned into a frown

“Yeah it’s getting kind of late and I don’t like being out unless someone I know is with me.” Dan mumbled, letting out an awkward chuckle.
“Well you know me.” “That’s different.”
Phil shrugged and bit his lower lip,
“could I at least get your number? You are a lovely person and I want to get to know you more,”
“Depends, are you trying to get to know me or get in my pants?” Dan laughed slightly, crossing his arms over his chest and nibbling on his own lower lip.

“Well as cute as your body is, I’d like to get to know you for real. Trust me I’m not just using you for sex.” Phil smirked, looking Dan up and down and biting his lower lip.

The pastel’s cheeks turned a dark red, people usually complimented his face but never his body.. Don’t get him wrong he loves his body and things his chubby thighs and pudgy stomach is adorable, but not everyone did so hearing this from someone as attractive as Phil; well that just made him feel extra adorable tonight.

“Hm, well I trust you enough to know you’re not lying so sure why not.” Dan smiled and grabbed a napkin, scribbling his number on it.
“You trust me?”
“Shut up.” He mumbled shoving the napkin onto Phil’s chest and giggling.
“Hm, I would say make me.. But I’m trying to be a gentleman here.” Phil said honestly, grabbing the napkin from Dan and smiling.

“Glad you’re trying, but really I need to go. So just text me alright?”


And with that final word Dan walked off, letting out a small sigh of content as he did so.

This boy was going to drive him wild.

note: nice I wrote this in like 30mins

Sketch of Vampire!Marco x Jean from a fic called Blue Suits by marras.
Marco doesn’t actually look like this; in the story he’s a really nice and friendly vampire, maybe even a little bit ‘no homo’ if I might add.. xD
but jean drives him wild *cough*

Black Camaro

Request: Would you like to write a smut with Derek and the reader inside of his car?

Author’s Note: I have two requests for this, so here it is! I hope you enjoy it c:

Warnings: Smut in the Camaro. Oh lord.


I smirked as I walked out of the diner, my eyes landing on my waiting boyfriend. He was leaning against the side of his black Camaro, his infamous leather jacket on his shoulders. His head snapped up when he heard my footsteps and a small grin spread on his lips. I walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning up to kiss him.

“Hey, babe,” Derek greeted, hands on my hips, as I pulled away.

“Hi there,” I said, not moving from his body.

“Ready?” he asked. I nodded and he opened the door for me before heading to the driver’s side and getting in. “How was work?” Derek started the car and began to back out.

“It was okay. We weren’t that busy tonight,” I told him. I looked over at him, studying his profile. His jawline, light stubble, and spiky hair made my mouth water and I bit my lip. “I missed you.” Derek smiled over at me, teeth and everything, and I thought I might collapse right there with desire. “I thought about you aaaall night. And about how I couldn’t wait for you to pick me up and take me home.” My voice had changed, becoming low and seductive as I faced him. I saw him swallow, stealing a glance at me as my hand traveled up his thigh, kneading the strong muscles under his jeans.

“God, Y/N,” he said quietly, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. “You can’t wait until we’re home?” I shook my head, my lip between my teeth as I grinned deviously. “Shit. Sit back in your seat.” I did as told with a slight pout, wanting to touch him. One of Derek’s hands moved to my leg, giving it the same treatment as I did his, sliding it up under my uniform skirt.

“Oh!” I gasped, gripping the side of the door as his fingers ran up and down my already soaked panties, pushing them aside and sliding up and down my folds.

“Best thing about that job is your uniform,” Derek said, giving me a smirk. I tossed my head back against the seat as his finger dipped into me, pumping slowly. He pulled it out to rub circles around my clit, making me moan loudly inside the small interior of the Camaro.

This fucking Camaro. It always turned me on to see Derek driving this damn thing.

He picked up his pace, adding two fingers this time, his palm grazing my clit now and then. One of my hands gripped his strong forearm, nails digging into the leather. Derek was curling them up to hit my sensitive spot and I cried out in pleasure. The knot was building quickly and it was already about to snap. I lifted off the seat a bit to give him better access, my eyes closed in bliss.

“Come on, Y/N, come on my fingers,” Derek nearly growled, going faster. I yelled his name, waves of pleasure wracking my body as my climax hit me hard. He slowed his pace and pulled his fingers out after just a few more thrusts. My eyes were glazed over and I looked at him, breathing heavily, as he licked his fingers clean.


“How much longer until we’re home?” I mumbled. Derek chuckled, a permanent smirk on his face. God, I wanted to touch him, to taste him. I was burning with desire even after the mind blowing orgasm I just experienced.

“About 15 minutes,” he answered, hand going back to the wheel as he adjusted in his seat slightly. My eyes landed on the slight bulge in his jeans and I grinned, unbuckling the seat belt and leaning over the console to whisper in his ear, my hand palming his crotch suddenly.

“I don’t think I can wait that long to taste you,” I whispered. With that, I quickly undid the button and zipper on his jeans and tugged them down. My fingers dipped into Derek’s boxers and I pulled him free, slowly pumping his half hard length until he was sufficiently turned on. I heard Derek let out a small groan, knuckles going white on the steering wheel. I kissed his cheek and then bent down, swirling my tongue over his tip. He let out a shaky breath and I smirked to myself. I wrapped my lips around him, slowly starting to bob up and down, taking more of him as I went. My hand was pumping the part of him that couldn’t fit. I hummed softly against him.

“Oh, fuck!” Derek said loudly as the car jerked to the side. I took him out of my mouth and looked up innocently, knowing it would drive him wild.

“I think you should be concentrating on the road, sweetheart,” I told him, adding a wink. Derek nearly growled as I wrapped my mouth around him once again.

“That’s a little hard when you’re giving me amazing head, Y/N,” he breathed. I chuckled a bit, releasing him once more.

“Well, maybe you should pull over then,” I suggested, licking a stripe along the prominent vein on his dick. Derek’s jaw clenched and I heard tires squealing as he pulled the car off the side of the road and brought it to a halt. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling me from him. I tried to protest, but he pressed his lips to mine hungrily, shoving his tongue in my mouth. I moaned into the kiss, tugging on his hair roughly. I heard Derek slide the seat as far back as it would go and then he grabbed my body, pulling me into his lap so I was straddling his legs. My breasts were nearly pushed into his face, which he didn’t seem to mind at all.

“You just couldn’t wait, could you?” he asked playfully, shaking his head at me. I bit my lip, grinding against him until he finally gave me what I wanted and pulled my underwear aside, easing me down on him. 

“Oh, Derek,” I moaned, fingers gripping his shoulders as I began to move up and down, starting a fast pace. We both just wanted release, and I intended to make it happen soon. Derek groaned, his hands guiding my hips faster as he nipped at my cleavage. “Shit!” I felt my climax building again. Beads of sweat were forming on both of us, and Derek started to buck up into me the best he could in the small space. “You and this damn car,” I growled into his neck, biting the skin. Derek chuckled.

“You just can’t resist me,” he panted. I moaned loudly, about to be tossed over the edge. He brought a hand down to rub my clit, his eyes on my expression the whole time as clenched around him, my orgasm washing over me yet again. Derek soon followed, groaning my name. We rode out our highs together, slowly coming down. I looked down and kissed Derek’s lips lazily before climbing back into the passenger seat. The windows were a bit fogged and I giggled. Derek grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips, giving me a smile.

“How about another round when we get home?” I suggested, biting my lip again. Derek laughed and nodded.

“Definitely.” He threw the Camaro in drive and sped down the road. We arrived at the loft in record time, but we never even made it  out of the car for round two. 

The Wife Ch. 7

Part 3 of “The Nanny” Series

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun

Synopsis: The Wedding Night

Warnings: *Smut*… this whole chapter is nothing but smut. Don’t say I didn’t warn you! Also, please don’t read this if you haven’t even read the rest of this series. This chapter is meant to be a loving, emotional culmination to the slow-burn romance that built up in the previous chapters. So if you are just looking to get off, then I beg of you to read something else. Please don’t cheapen this for me. Thanks.

Author’s Note: I will say it again… there is zero plot in this chapter. If smut is not your thing, you can totally skip it and I absolutely promise that you won’t miss anything relevant to the story. You can just pick back up with the rest of us sinners at chapter 8.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.


I’ve been thinking, as much as I love seeing you in that dress… I really want to take it off you now.” he rumbled into your ear, making you shiver.

“Hmmm… is that so?” you asked teasingly, sliding your hands up to the nape of his neck.

Seung Hyun smiled wickedly & before you could say anything else, he scooped you up into his arms and carried you into the bedroom.  Once there, he set you down, leaned over and began to kiss you.

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So I learned something new about myself at like 4 this morning when bubby @danmiller and I were totally not sleeping at all.

When my wonderful boyfriend and Ler is teasing me on the phone, and talks about the spots he would nibble, he makes an “omnomnom” sound into the microphone. And it drives me WILD 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈 I love him so much, and now he won’t stop doing it. Heeeeeeelp.

Dance Like We’re Making Love- Jimin(Requested Smut)

Originally posted by oh-suga-suga

//my original asks keep disappearing! here’s another song request, enjoyyy//

Dance Like We’re Making Love- Ciara(Audio)

The music is still on, low and sultry as it echoes around the empty lounge on the bottom floor of my apartment complex. I know the bartenders are still cleaning, my late night visits becoming more and more frequent as time passes by.

My lace is light and airy, the suit hugging my body in soft pastels and my overlay a river of blue silk. The elevator dings twice as the doors begin to close, sending me off the far wall and padding against the tile barefoot in order to get out on time.

“Y/N. Back so soon?” A bartender teases, already pouring a line of shots on the counter for me.  

“You know how it is.” I laugh, running in order to get the leverage to jump on the counter.

The first shot is bitter and hard, burning my throat with a pleasurable intensity that has me reaching for the next in line.

“It takes a real woman to handle those.” A deep voice sounds from beside me, eyes trailing from his strong arms up to his face, thin eyes glistening. He holds a large hand out, angling his head so the dim light falls on his prominent jaw, highlighting the milk of his skin.

“Park Jimin.”

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andreil in neils 5th year + WILD

Okay so hear me out…

  •  I was just thinking about Neil’s lonely fifth year and how Nora said that he and Andrew visit each other when they have the time
  •  and…. weekly Saturday meetings in columbia halfway between them amirite??
  • so.. wild
  • its so PERFECT for this period in their relationship ??
  • ((cause theres too long til the weekend comes, too long til I drown in your hands, too long since I’ve been a fool"))
  • just… neil spending his spare moments wishing he was w andrew 
  • but staying as busy as possible w the team to keep his mind away from cigarettes and scars and quiet night roadtrips and keys in his hands and i hate you’s that they both know mean something else entirely
  •  … like can’t u just picture Neil doing all of his captainly duties, hanging out with robin, putting up w the annoying new freshmen (without kevin to yell at them and put them in their place) who think theyre too good to try at exy bc they were the stars of their little hometown teams
  • and at the back his mind he always has that niggling unease and disrest at the idea that andrew could find somebody better now that hes out in the real world
  • but he pushes it away bc he knows he cant trust his own judgement on this since its the first time hes ever had this ((love trust happiness take ur pick amigos))
  • and then suddenly he’ll have one, free, quiet moment before he goes to sleep,,,,
  • and all he can think about is Andrew and that secret thrill that races through him at the idea of their once fragile not-relationship/thing/epic world ending romance becoming strong enough to survive this time apart and
  • ((white noise in my mind won’t calm down you’re all i think about))
  • then theres that lingering hunger that’s always rushing through him to see blond hair and hazel eyes and hear a whispered “yes or no?” in his ear 
  • ((cause when you look like that i’ve never ever wanted to be so bad, and it drives me wild))
  • and the strange aching sadness when night practices go smoothly as their now starting goalie plays with them, without even a thought of refusing
  • and he remembers how at first he hated andrews careless disinterest in exy
  • but now he wants more than anything to see andrew sitting lazily on the bleachers with a carefully bored expression on his face