i need a mouth to mouth oh god

my alpha.

Originally posted by semejohn

pairing: derek hale x reader

warnings: SMUT, swearing, dirty talk, NSFW GIFS. porn without a plot, basically.

prompt: going into heat while living in the loft with derek being the only available alpha. 

the cold loft was deserted as you laid in the middle of your bed, beads of sweat ran down your sore skin and your breathing was coming out harder than usual. you’d turned down the AC as soon as you’d woken up, the icy air doing very little to calm your raging hot skin. you had lived with derek and issac in the loft for 6 months after being turned by scott and having no where else to go; at first you thought of yourself as an inconvenience yet derek and issac constantly reassured you that you weren’t. al though they had said it many times, you still didn’t bother them with any of your problems and tried to keep to yourself in your room.

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boredom be damned - peter parker

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary:  Prompt #2: “You’re hot when you’re angry.”

All Peter wanted to do was get his homework done before adventuring into the night, but Y/N walks in and turns his study session into a flush session.

Requested: yes @myfriendmagislit

Warning: slight language

Here’s another request for #2! So excited to write this bc this user is the og:) hope you enjoY!!! This is also kinda long so oops lol and I HOPE YOU LIKE IT !!:-) @myfriendmagislit

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Were you supposed to be on your way to Peter’s right now? No. Did you tell Peter you were on your way to him right now? No.

You were bored as hell, it was as simple as that. You tried to entertain yourself in numerous ways, even attempting to do your pre-scheduled homework for tomorrow night. But that put your state of mind into greater boredom. So, you decided you would carry your bored, sorry ass all the way three blocks to Peter’s apartment. It’s not that you only did this when you were extremely bored, you did almost every day. It just turns out that today, Peter didn’t mention to you anything about working on homework or hanging out for the night. This surprised you to an extreme length, due to the fact you and Peter were stuck like glue all day, every day.

So, you being the nosy ass you were, you decided to investigate. Which worked out perfectly because you were bored as well! Of course your sneakiness did play a part in your feet carrying you to Peter’s that night, but it wasn’t only that. And it wasn’t just the boredom.

Maybe it was the pulsing excitement that ran through your veins every time Peter would run up to you with good news about his exciting double life. Or maybe it was the way your heart grew heavy in your chest when Peter’s lean, muscled body would sit closely next to you as you worked on homework, the heat radiating off his frame to hit yours. Or it might be just spending time with your best friend—correction, beautiful best friend, that caused your feelings to intensify as you got older. Maybe it was all of those things and more, that caused your mind to shift your boredom to Peter.

You admitted these intense feelings a while ago, your instinct immediately knowing your affection for the brown eyes, sweet smiling boy as soon as you laid your eyes on him ten years ago. Your friendship blossomed, consisting of ever lasting laughs and good times, it was what everyone dreamed of in a relationship.

The only problem was, the feeling was only one sided. To your dismay, they were extremely one sided. Your friends would constantly say otherwise, swearing that he looked at you the exact way you gazed at him, but you never saw it. You knew they were just trying to make you feel better. Especially due to the fact Liz Allen was someone who constantly popped up in conversations between you and Peter. This obviously made you feel instant loss and regret. But if Peter was happy, you were happy.

You slowly let your yearning thoughts of Peter vanish before arriving at Peter’s door. You sigh, grabbing the key underneath the mat Aunt May had told you about and open the door, the silence hitting you. You shut the door slowly, walking through the living room area, searching for Peter in the so far vacant house. As no sign of Peter approaches, you walk to his bedroom door, knowing that he’d be in there. Your knuckles hit lightly against the white door, shoving one hand  in your side jacket pocket and the other holding your thermos with water as you wait for the door to open.

You hear the jiggle of the door knob and and look up, seeing a wondrous sight that made your eyes look everywhere place in the world besides Peter’s eyes.

“Oh, hey! What are you doing here?” he questioned kindly, quirking his head to the side at your sudden appearance at his door. You tried to remember to breath as your eyes came in contact with a very shirtless, very ripped, and very hot Peter standing before you. Clutching your cup tightly,  your eyes lingered on his sculpted abs as your mouth stood agape at the sight before you.

Thank god for boredom. What would you without it?

“Y/N?” his voice quickly snapped your dirty thoughts of him out of your mind, disrupting everything good in this world. Y/E/C meets a playful brown as your mouth snaps shut, shaking your head vigorously as you leap out of a hazed state.

Almost breathlessly you rush out, “Oh! I-I was just really bored. Needed something to do,” you finish, shrugging your shoulders at your lousy interpretation of boredom.

He raised his eyebrows, opening the door farther for you to enter. You took note of his right muscle flexing at the stretch of his arm before he spoke, “Okay. Yeah, I’m just trying to get my homework done. Tony asked me to do something when I got done, and May’ll kill me if I leave without finishing it.”

You shook your head as a sign of understanding, noticing his seemingly stressed state as you sat down on his bed. He shut the door, turning towards you with his hands on his naked hips, “But yeah you can hang here, I’m just gonna finish the assignment for Algebra. You know how picky Ms. Roberts’ can be,” he chuckled lightly, smiling in your direction.

“Oh and those papers next to you are the chemistry homework, if you need to see it.“

You nodded, a close mouthed smile adorned your lips at his sweet gaze. He sighed before sitting down at his desk, continuing his work, leaving you there.

Is this a fucking joke? Is he seriously not going to put on a shirt? He’s never done this before! But, would you want him to? The view from here is fucking incredible. Boredom be damned.

Your eyes once again scaled his half naked body, but this time it was the back view you got to see. The lamp accompanied his brain in helping him finish his work, the remnants of the light shone on his back muscles. You felt your mouth open once again as you carved the muscles with your eyes, craving to run your fingers over every curve of his body. His bangin’ body was another added bonus to Peter Parker. His sweet smile, incredible personality, and extraordinary intelligence were the major factors that made you fall for him. But this, fuck. This was part of the premium package you didn’t know you had signed up for.

You dazedly watched his shoulder move with arm as he sketched the answer quickly on his paper, and sometimes bring his arm up and run his fingers through his ruffled brown locks. You suddenly remembered the drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, that had probably been there for minutes. You reached your arm up rapidly, attempting to wipe the drool silently and sneakily.

Well, that plan failed.

Because as soon as your hand hit the corner of your mouth, your elbow also hit your thermos, knocking it over and open, all over Peter’s chemistry homework that was lying next to you on his bed.


Eyes widened, your heart rate picked up as you made eye contact with the now soaking wet papers lying sloppily on his bed. A gasp emitted from your throat at the sight of the black ink spreading all over the drenched papers. ruining it even more. Well, your gasp awoke Peter from his intense gaze on his work to quickly looking behind him. His eyes grew at the sight of you directed to the now wet papers and thermos lying on top of them. Your mouth agape, you dared to look at Peter’s gaze hitting you like a brick wall.

He ran over to his ruined work, fingers picking up the wet paper, his gaze flashing from the homework to your guilty Y/E/C eyes staring deeply into his own, "Y/N WHAT THE HELL!”

You gaping lips barely stuttered out a response as you reached over and picked up the thermos, “P-Peter I’m so sorry! It was an accident I swear!” you rushed out, throwing the empty thermos to the ground before yanking the remaining papers off his bed and throwing them in the trash can next to you.


Your eyes shut off instantly as Peter’s voice grew weak and strong at the same time, defeat yet anger taking over his demeanor. But, instead of listening to his rant about your previous actions, you watched his arms point from you to the papers, his bicep flexing every moment he stretched them. His eyebrows furrowed and raised at your gaze just staring at him like he’s speaking gibberish. But, you were noticing his arm and neck veins popping out at the stress in his voice and your insides turned gooey, his state turning you on a lot.

“… Mr. Stark needs me! He finally asked me to do something for once and I  was so ready! Now May won’t let me go! Jesus Y/N, could you of been a little more careful? You-”

Your mind shut off his anger towards you, clouding with scandalous thoughts you’ve never thought of before. This caused your thoughts and apparently brain to shut down as you interrupted his rant.

“You’re hot when you’re angry.”

Oh my god. Those words did not just come out of your mouth. What the fuck are you thinking?! Holy shit he thinks you’re some creep-

“W-What did you just say?” Peter questioned, chest slowly deflating from his previous state. You felt your cheeks sprout bright red as his figure inched closer to yours. Your brain finally wanted to work again, your eyes peeking up from staring intently at the floor after your previous comment. His nerves rose immediately, realizing your thoughts on him.

“W-What? I didn’t say-”

“Yes you did. What did you say?” now Peter’s soft brown eyes were gazing intently in yours, his own cheeks matched yours, both flushed and embarrassed. His heart raced at your sudden exposed feelings towards him, and he couldn’t of been happier.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, biting your lip in guilt as your eyebrows furrowed, “I really didn’t mean to say that. I meant to s-say t-that you were scary when you’re angry, not h-hot. Not that you aren’t hot when y-you’re angry, because you are, obviously I mean look at you! O-Oh my god, I’ll just shut up!” you hollered, an extremely nervous chuckle sprang from your throat, attempting to cover up your immense awkwardness.

Peter’s cheeks flushed even more as he heard it roll off your pretty lips once again, a smile played across his own. His eyes sparkled at your red cheeks staring at the floor. He stepped forward slightly, his head daringly leaned towards your ear, his own nervousness growing per second.

Your heart beat sped at his closeness as his lips brushed your tinted-pink ear, his hot breath whispering against your heated skin, “Maybe I should make you angry sometime.”

And you’re pretty sure you died right then and there.

Hey kids I wrote a longer version of The Night Yuuri Katsuki Lost His Mind, AKA the College AU

Yuuri jerks awake just after midnight, realizes that he is surrounded by what to the uninitiated observer would look like the detritus of the insane, and quickly gleans from the angle of the ceiling that he is on the floor.

He flings out a hand, looking for his phone. The light of the screen, even set to its lowest level, pulls a violated wail from his throat.

“Oh my GOD,” Phichit says from the sofa. He sits up, flops himself over the edge. The hamsters start squealing at the sound of their father’s voice. “I submitted myself to only getting an hour of sleep but I am getting an HOUR of sleep, Yuuri Katsuki, do you hear me?”

“When does Starbucks open?” Yuuri demands blearily, trying to work up the energy to disconnect his cheek from the carpet. It smells like Timothy hay and despair.

“This is a college town you absolute disaster,” Phichit growls from the depths of the couch cushion he has his face shoved into. “Starbucks never closes.”

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Pillow Prince ~Freaky February~ (K.M)

Prompt: Giving Klaus oral.

Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Word Count: 350

Warning: None

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anonymous asked:

Okay so you sent this: "But AU where Y/N is a rich daddy's girl and Bucky is the valet, right? She's got a crush the size of Jupiter on him and is always doing things to get him all riled up. One day Bucky has had enough and drags her to garage and sits her on top of the limo "You're the last problem I need, little girl. Stop it" ' for Sinful Sunday once and I was wondering if you'd write something for it?

Ok, first of all this is a very surrealistic thing. Thank you anon for sending me my own idea to write something for it. LOL.

Smut under the cut, y’all know me. Don’t act surprised. Obviously 18+. Dirty talk, name calling, fucking on the hood of a car and pantie destruction. Oh, and unprotected sex. Use protection, there are too many of us already. 

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Bucky Barnes was a lot of things, he had been many things in the past too. He had done a  lot of things, good and bad. But there was one thing he wasn’t and he had no plans on being: a rich daddy’s girl plaything. He needed his job and he wasn’t about to loose it over the whims of a girl that didn’t knew what it was like to actually have to work for a living. And as much as he would like to just bend her over and teach her a lesson, he liked having a roof over his head more.

You, on the other hand, had a crush on James. A huge crush on him. He was this tall, dark and handsome kind of guy with the most striking pair of blue eyes you had ever seen and he was not one of the rich dumb boys you were used to deal with. He was a man, and you wanted him so bad.

She’d do things just to rile him up, but her favorite was changing in the back of the car. She would make Bucky drive to a mall, go with her into an expensive boutique, buy some clothes she would wear only once and then change in the back of the car not even bothering to roll up the partition, so he could see her striping, sometimes completely, and then change slowly into her new clothes. It never failed to make him hard.

You had done everything in your power, you had seen the way he looked at you. You had seen the effect you had on him. You had flirted and teased and you had seen him smirk at you when you’d get changed in the back of the car, but he just wouldn’t act on it. What else did you have to do? 

The moment Bucky laid eyes on her he knew it was going to be one of the nights when he’d have to grasp at straws to not do something stupid, like fucking her brains out in the back of the car. She was wearing a dress that looked more like lingerie than actual clothes. And the way she smiled at seeing him reclined against the car, told Bucky she was going to test his patience.

James opened the back door for you, but you ignored it “Tonight I want to go front, with you James” He didn’t said anything, just closed the door and opened the front one “Thank you”

That was the moment Bucky decided he had had enough, Instead of rounding the car and gettin in, he opened he door again and pulled her out of the car “I know what you’re doin’”

“Well, I was trying to get to the resaurant. What are you doing?” You smirked up at him, knowing you were just this close of getting what you wanted. Bucky grabbed your arm and dragged you to the front of the car and hauled you on top of it.

“You’re the last problem I need, little girl. Stop it” He was so close you could feel his body heat and his hands on your waist, the cold of the metal seeping through the thin fabric of your dress.

“And if I don’t?” Bucky crashed his lips to yours and, when you tried to put your hands around your neck, he grabbed your wrists and placed your hands on the hood of the car.

“Guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson” He kisses you again and starts to bunch your dress around your hips, you try to move your hands but he pins them to the hood again, smirking at your surprised gasp “Bet you’ve been thinkin’ about this every night like the little cock slut you are, didn’t you princess?” James starts to unbotton his pants and you watch almost in a trance as he pulls his impressive cock out and you moan.

“Yes, James” You wrap a hand around him and he hisses, grabbing your jaw and kissing you again “I’ve been thinking about this every day and I need you to fuck me now”

He chuckles at your words and he rips the bottom of your panties and drags you to the edge of the car, burying himself inside of you in one swift motion, making you both groan into each other’s mouths, he gives you a couple of seconds to get used to him, then he starts moving fast and hard and you’re having trouble catching your breath.

“Oh, my God… Fuck!” You scream/whisper and Bucky puts a hand over your mouth, biting down on your shoulder and making you whimper, while his hips keep snaping against you.

“Do you want your daddy to hear you and come out to find you being fucked on top of his car? See how I turn you into my little fuck toy?” You shake your head and look at him. He starts kissing your neck and you move your hand between your bodies, touching your clit and bringing yourself closer and closer to your orgasm with every flick.

Your sounds are muffled by his hand but you shudder in Bucky’s arms when you finally come, triggering his own release and listening to his low growls of your name, his thrusts becoming sloppy and disjointed, his come filling you.

You stay like that for a few moments, before Bucky jumps into action and pulls out of you, tucking his lenght back into his pants and getting a pocket square out of his jacket, cleaning you up with careful and tender movements.

“Well, I guess this is how I loose my job” A boyish smile on his lips and a mischievious glint in his eyes.

“No, is not” You pull him in for a quick kiss “If you know how to keep a secret, I know how to do it, too” You let him go and hop down of the car, smirking “I still have a dinner to attend, James”

literally the gay in Carry On is so soft,, so pure… we need more books like that where there’s just kissing until their mouths go sore,,,,, and kindness,,, Simon Snow who never kissed a boy in his life is now Simon “I Solve Problems With My Mouth” Snow kissing the BF whenever he needs to calm Baz down……………its great it’s a great time I may have cried a little

Spiderman’s(?) Abs - Part 2

Request: Could u make a part 2 to this where he actually tells her he’s spider man and she is all cute about it and the same kinda snarky and adorable way she was in this!?

Request: Numbers 1, 16, 17, for the top thing. Theydon’t have to be in the same fic.

16. “If I had a choice to kiss you…or to breathe…well, i’d breathe,”

A/N: SO im including the first request and number 16 in this fic.

Word Count: 858 (so short)

Warnings: More Abs


Part 1

You and Peter had been dating for about a month now. And after much persistence, you did eventually see Peter’s abs.

Mind you it was accidental.

So was finding out he was Spiderman.

One night, you were sitting in your bedroom doing your homework when suddenly someone tapped your shoulder.

You jumped out of your desk chair and screamed.

Behind you stood Spiderman.

“Spiderman? Oh my god. Why are you here?”

You could see Spiderman’s mouth moving under his mask but you couldn’t understand what he was trying to say to you.

“I’m sorry, you’re going to have to lift the mask off your mouth. I’m partial deaf and i read lips but I can’t understand what you’re saying,”

Spiderman was clutching his side, and you could see him wince in pain when he reached his arm up to lift his mask so it sat above his mouth.

“I’m hurt and I need help,” Spiderman said.

“What’s wrong?” You asked

Spiderman lifted his hand off his side, showing you the slash in his suit with blood slowly dripping through the cut.

“Oh god,” you muttered.

“Here, sit down,” You directed Spiderman to sit in your desk chair.

“I’ll be right back with supplies. You'e going to have to remove that suit,”

You left the room and went to your kitchen to retrieve your first aid kit. When you came back into your room, Spiderman sat in your chair with the shit puled off of his chest, leaving it dangling from his waist.

“Shit,”  you muttered yourself.

Spiderman was hot.

You put the first aid kit on your desk and opened it, pulling out everything you needed.

As you started to clean the hero’s wound, you couldn’t help but stare at Spiderman’s abs.

Peter. Peter. Peter. You love Peter. Peter is your boyfriend. Stop ogling the masked man who just showed up at your window.

When you were finished cleaning up Spiderman’s wound, you looked up at him.

“Thank you,” he said.

“No problem. You can sit here while you catch your breath, if you want,”

Spiderman nodded and sunk into the chair.

“So what happened?” You asked, pointing to his wound.

“I was attacked. Let me just say there were giant claws,”

“Can I ask you something else?”

“Why did you come here? And how did you know to not knock on my window? I mean did you knock on my window?it’s not like I’d know. But when I didn’t answer my window why didn’t you move on to someone else’s? Why did you break into my house to get my help?”

Spiderman went to say something but you but him off.

“Oh my god, you know me, don’t you? Ok so if I know you, and you know i’m deaf, I suppose that narrows it down to my entire school, my neighbours, my family, or a few people I’ve run into,”

“And you have abs so that really narrows it down to who it could be. I mean-“

Suddenly Spiderman shot out of his chair and jumped forward at you. He moved towards you and tried to place his lips on yours. You quickly moved your hand in front of your mouth to block his lips.

“Look, no offence but If I had a choice to kiss you…or to breathe…well, i’d breathe,”

“What?” Spiderman said

“I have a boyfriend. Now, I very much admire what you do, and if I didn’t have a boyfriend, believe me, your suit would have come all the way off, but I can’t do this,” you explained

“Well then I guess there’s something you should know,”

Suddenly Spiderman reached up and pulled off his mask.

“Oh my god, Peter,” you said

“Hey darling,” Peter smiled, leaning forward to kiss you.

You immediately pulled back.

“I have sO MANY QUESTIONS! First of all. I knew it. I knew it. I knew you abs. I also called it. You’re Spiderman. Why didn’t you tell me a month ago when I asked you if you were Spiderman? I’m kind of hurt that you didn’t tell me sooner. Oh my god my boyfriend is Spiderman,”

“Y/N, there was like one question in there, slow down,”

“Oh my god and you’re hurt. Peter are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay. Thank you for fixing me up,”

“I still can’t believe my boyfriend is Spiderman. I was right. This is a way better secret than you having a crush on me,”

Peter smiled, and pulled you back in for another kiss.

“Does this mean I get to see your abs more often now?”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Whatever you want Y/N,”

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how about now? | m

➵ characters: g-dragon x reader
➵ genre: smut
➵ wc: 2686
➵ summary: jiyong awakens you from your sleep for reasons you should have already seen coming.
➵ author’s note: i know i haven’t posted anything in forever, but i’ve been so busy and uninspired as well as shook by this one guy. but i am back and i hope you do enjoy.
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➵ disclaimer

‘Don’t you dare.’

‘I didn’t even do anything.’

Jiyong’s presence was heavily felt over your splayed body on the sofa, having already been asleep on it for the past hour. But his loud movements as soon as he entered your home meant his wore woken, but still kept your eyes closed in the hopes he’d leave you be.

But you should have known he wouldn’t; as soon as he saw you, he headed straight for you, calling your name several times. You remained silent. So when that didn’t work, he thought of another strategy to get you to open your eyes, lowering himself to your level and gently poking your sides.

You giggled lowly. ‘Jiyong, stop it.’

‘Then get up.’ He snaked his hand beneath the material of your t-shirt to dig into your sides deeper, making your hip jolt.

With your laughter becoming louder, you turned on your stomach to trap Jiyong’s hand, but it only enabled him to use his other hand to attack your other side. Though you couldn’t see through your tightly shut eyes, you can just imagine Jiyong smirking to himself as he caused your body to twitch uncontrollably.

‘Okay, okay!’ you said between each cackle. ‘I’ll get up!’ The sudden attack of tickles finally came to an end and you could breath normally again to then turn to Jiyong, who stood beside you waiting for you to do the same.

To make him wait just a bit longer, you moved your body torturously slow, swinging yours legs off the sofa one by one. You remained in a seating position yawning and scratching your head for a few moments, and Jiyong rolled his eyes.

‘[Y/N], can we just go to bed already?’ he now whined.

‘Damn, why are you so impatient—’ you were cut off by your own yelp when Jiyong essentially yanked you from the sofa by your hands, making you crash against his body. As a reflex, your hands were placed in front of you, landing on his chest, and to keep you both up and in balance, Jiyong embraced you by your waist, stepping his right foot out for stability.

Straightening his body and still keeping you close, your bodies were now pressed up against each other, and you couldn’t help but notice an aimless, but familiar, feeling grazing your hip bone. The longevity of the intimate hold made you raise an eyebrow. ‘So this is why you want me in bed to badly?’

He chuckled. ‘One of the reasons.’

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“…I think I made a mistake.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Oh my God, you had Tony eating out of the palm of your hand. Why are you not fucking him right now?”

Steve cringed. “…Because I made a mistake.”

Bucky turned to scowl at him. “How in the fuck did you mess up right before sealing the deal?”

“I, uh, well.” Steve blushed bright red. “We were… making out. And talking. …Dirtily.”

Bucky sat up straight. “Steve, you’ve never talked dirty in your life unless it was swearing like a sailor.”

“I know,” Steve hissed, glaring at him. “Which is how I made the mistake! Don’t tell Natasha because she’ll murder me!”

“Fine.” Bucky was going to tell Natasha all about this. “And what mistake was that?”

“I! Um!” Steve turned away abruptly, rubbing his arm. “…Tony said. Um. That he’d been naughty. And needed to be punished.”

“Oh nooo,” Bucky whispered, hands going to his cheeks.

“And I kind of panicked, you know, because Tony, uh. He’s kind of. Self-destructive sometimes.”

Bucky continued to stare at him in awe, and wondered if this was what watching a train wreck was like.

“So I said–” Steve stopped, then swallowed thickly. “I said, ‘it’s okay, I forgive you. We all make mistakes.’”

This was a train wreck caused by smashing into a wall of baby bunnies holy shit.

“So, uh. Well, it took Tony a minute to realize what I’d said. And then he did. And. Um.” Steve stared out the window. “He walked into the bathroom and he’s been in there for fifteen minutes.”

“Steve, you fucking idiot,” Bucky whispered.

Steve groaned and collapsed onto the floor. “I know, okay?!”

The door to their apartment burst open, and there was Natasha. “Why did I get an SOS text from Tony?!”

Steve gaped at her, terrified.

“…Steve made a mistake,” Bucky answered quickly, perfectly willing to throw his best friend under the bus. “He’s in the bathroom.”

“If he’s bleeding,” Natasha hissed, letting the threat hang there as she stalked to the bathroom.

Steve stared at the ceiling, resigned. His mom had always worried that he wouldn’t make it to thirty-five. He should have known she’d been just as worried about him saying the wrong thing as she was him coughing his lungs out.

He cringed as he heard Natasha burst out laughing, but it was quickly muffled, and then there were hurried whispers. A few minutes later, she exited the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind her. She was grinning.

“Do you always grin before you murder people?” Steve asked sadly.

“Bucky, come fuck me at my place,” she ordered cheerfully. “Steve, see to Tony.”

“What,” Steve said, but she’d already grabbed Bucky’s ear and was dragging him out–not that he looked too put-out about it. He watched the door close behind them, then awkwardly got to his feet and approached the bathroom. “Um. Tony? Can I come in?”

The door opened just a crack, and he slipped inside.

His stomach fell to the floor when he saw tears running down Tony’s cheeks. “Oh my God.”

Tony peeked up at him, then threw his head back and slid down the toilet so his back was on the lid instead of his butt. His entire body was shaking, and he covered his mouth. “St-!”

“I’m sorry,” Steve said hurriedly. “I didn’t mean to–Are you fucking laughing?!” he shouted when he realized that the other man was grinning.

Tony waved his free hand frantically, little wheezing noises escaping from between his fingers.

“I can’t believe this! I thought–I thought I’d ruined everything, and you just came in here to laugh?!” Steve exclaimed, but it was hard to stay angry when Tony finally let out a bark of laughter as he slid off the toilet and onto the floor. “Yeah, laugh it up, you dick!”

Tony wrapped his arms around his stomach, once again laughing so hard that he was making no sounds except for tiny wheezes.

Steve couldn’t help the smile that came to his lips. “I thought Natasha was going to murder me, Tony!”

“HAAAHAHA!” Tony rocked onto his other side, kicking his feet wildly.

“Tony!” Steve grabbed his shoulders so he wouldn’t knock himself out on the tub. “It’s not that funny!”

“You were so earnest,” Tony sobbed out, grinning. “Oh my God!”

Steve rolled his eyes, smiling fondly, and bent down to kiss his laughing mouth. “Well, how was I supposed to know what was going on?”

“I expected you to say I needed a spanking or something,” Tony admitted, lifting a hand to wipe his eyes. “Oh God! Do I have abs? I feel like I should have abs from how hard and long I laughed.”

Steve grinned, which then faded into an awkward smile. “Um. I’m hard and long.”

“STEVE!” Tony screeched, bursting into laughter again, but took some of the sting out of it by pressing giggly, open-mouthed kisses to his jaw and neck. “That was awful!”

“Yeah,” Steve admitted, but couldn’t bring himself to be actually embarrassed. “Why did you send Natasha an SOS text if you were just in here laughing?”

“I wasn’t trying to, I was trying to type out what had happened, but I was laughing so hard the words got mixed up and she thought something was wrong.”

Steve paused. “…What do I have to do to keep you from telling everyone?”

“Everyone already knows!” Tony laughed. “Natasha sent a group text about it!”

“Aw, fuck!” Steve swore, because God damn it now Clint and Sam were going to be insufferable.

Tony drew him down for another kiss, laughing quietly into his mouth. “’ll make it worth your while?” he offered, smiling up at him.

“…I mean, I might as well get sex if my friends are going to torment me,” Steve decided, and rolled his eyes when Tony burst out laughing and sputtering ‘no okay I’ll calm down in a minute I swear!’

Birthday Present // Jack Maynard***

Words Count- 1445


Can you write a smut where it’s jack’s birthday party. he and the reader sneak away from the party and have sex in his car. bc what’s a better present than birthday sex? (;

A/N- THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT SO PLEASE BE NICE. Please give me your feedback but pls keep it nice. Hope you enjoy :)


You and Jack had been dating for a little over seven months now. Your relationship was still very new in terms of length so you were still in the ‘everything ends in sex’ stage. Which neither of you two complained about. The sex with Jack wasn’t like any other sex you had had. He was experienced to say the least; he knew all of your weak spots and he knew exactly what to say to have you weak at the knees.

Jack was a very sexual person; and half the time he wasn’t even trying. Once he had walked out to the kitchen after just waking up. His hair was still messy from his previous sleeping state and his boxers hung low on his hips. It took everything in your body to not pounce on him then and there. Who are you kidding? You had leapt from your spot on the couch and into his arms. He was caught off guard but didn’t fail to show you a good time.

Now, with all this said there was one thing you two hadn’t shared together.

You two had yet to celebrate a birthday together. You had celebrated your birthday right before Jack had asked you out, and Jack’s birthday was in a few days. So you had no idea what to give him.

What’s too much?

What’s not enough?

You tried to ask Conor, Josh and even Anna, but they’re replies were all the same.

“He’ll like whatever you get him.”

So after a long conversation with your mom you had come up with the perfect present. At breakfast you would give him a new watch that he’s been wanting. Then at his birthday party you would give him the tickets and VIP passes to an upcoming Arsenal game. And then, as the night came to a close you would give him his last present.


What’s a better birthday present than birthday sex?

To Jack, the answer was absolutely nothing.

So to complete the last present, you went and bought a new black lacy two piece lingerie.


Today was Jack’s birthday so you started the day off with waking him up to kisses on his neck.

“Mornin’ love,” he said sleepily.

“Happy birthday baby,” you said, continuing to kiss him.

“Thank you, so what are our plans for today?”

You laid on his chest, “Well, your party is tonight. But until then, I don’t think anything.”

“I have a few ideas,” he smirked, flipping you two over.


After some playful morning sex, you two had breakfast and you gave him his first present. He loved it and made sure to give you plenty of thank you kisses. After breakfast you two Skyped his parents and Anna to say hi and so they could wish him a happy birthday. Then you two went out to lunch with Conor.

Finally it was that time of night to go to his party. It was being held at a very large venue and many people were there. You walked around with Joe as Jack mingled with some friends from America.

“So, what’d you get Jack?” you ask, sipping on your drink.

“Nothing big, just a vinyl of Michael Jackson’s greatest hits,” he shrugged.

“He’s going to love that,” you laughed.

“How about you?” he asked.

You spun around, showing yourself, “You’re looking at it.”

Joe snorted, “You definitely beat me.”


The night was still young as you wandered around the large venue, searching for the blonde that you call your boyfriend.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but have you seen Jack?” you asked Caspar who was in a deep conversation with Alfie.

“Nope, sorry Y/n,” he gave you a smile and turned back to Alfie.

You continued walking until you found another familiar face.

“Hey Josh, have you seen Jack?” you asked the ginger.

“Yeah,” he slurred. “He went to the bathroom.”

You thanked the South African and headed towards the restrooms. Without thinking, you walked into the men’s room.

“There you are,” you chuckled. “I’ve been looking everywhere.”

“You do know you’re in the dude’s room right?” he laughed.

“I don’t care,” you shrugged.

“Okay, well let me fix my hair then we can go back out.” he turned his attention back to the mirror and you watched him.

You hadn’t noticed until now just how good he looked. He was wearing a white button up along with a black blazer. He had on black dress pants and white sneakers. You suddenly felt flushed as you stared at your boyfriend.

He continued to run his hands through his hair, oblivious to how he was making you feel. You felt a sudden wetness.

“Jack?” you said, walking towards him.

“Yes?” he said, focus remaining on the reflection.

You reached up to his hear, “I need you.”

He turned, “What?”

“I need you,” you said, looking up at him.

He grabbed your hand led you out of the bathroom.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Well I’m not gonna take you in the bloody bathroom.”

“We both know you would,” you giggled.

“True, but I have a much better idea.” he said, opening the door to go outside.

“And what’s that?” You asked, the cold air hitting your bare skin.

Jack turned and gave you a cheeky grin, “What’s a better gift than car sex?”

You laughed, “If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.”

You two found your way to Conor’s SUV and quickly got into the back.

“Happy birthday,” you said against his lips as you straddled him.

He flipped you over so you were laying on your back and began lifting up your dress.

“Wait,” you stopped.

He detached his lips from your neck, “What’s wrong?”

You sat up, “It’s your birthday, and you shouldn’t have to do anything.”

“I don’t mind,” he says simply.

“No.” you insisted, pushing him back into the seat. “Just relax.”

You unbuckled his pants and slid your hand into his boxers. You grabbed his length and began pumping up and down.

“Fuck,” he breathed out. “Please, Y/n.”

“What do you want baby?” You asked innocently.

“Your mouth.”

He pushed his jeans down lower and you lowered your mouth around his tip. You continued pumping as you put more of him in your mouth.

“Fuck, oh my god.” He moaned, grabbing a handful of your hair.

You continued bobbing your head, his hand guiding you farther. Seeing him so vulnerable made you wet.

“Shit, Y/n. I’m gonna-” before he could finish, he released his load into your mouth. You swallowed and went back up to kiss him, raising your dress and pulling it over your head.

“You planned this?” he asked, eyeing your black lingerie.

“Maybe,” you giggled.

“I love you, but I need you,” before you could protest Jack ripped the lingerie in half.

“Jack!” you yelled, slapping his chest.

“I’ll buy you a new pair, just ride me.” He locked his eyes on you, hands on your hips.

You grabbed his dick, guiding it along your wet folds.

“I love you,” your eyes stayed on his as you pushed him into.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, thrusting into you.

You moaned, trying to get used to him. No matter how many times you two fucked, Jack always stretched you out like it was the first.

“Fuck,” you breathed, leaning down to kiss his neck. He dug his fingers into your hips, pushing into you more and more each time.

“Right there!” you cried as Jack hit your g-spot. You rocked your hips, grinding on his dick.

“D- Do the-the thing,” he stuttered as you continued to ride him.

You chuckled, turning on his dick so you were facing away from him. Jacks hands immediately went to your ass, massaging it. You put your hands on his thighs, and pulled off him so only his tip was inside you. You slowly made your way back down his length, moving your hips in little circles.

“Fuck babe,” he groaned. “You feel so good.”

You felt your stomach clench around his throbbing dick, “Fuck!”

You turned back around, bouncing up and down as Jack released his load into you.

“C’mon baby, cum for me,” as he said those words you let the bundle in your stomach come undone, your juices going all over him.

You collapsed onto his chest, “Happy birthday babe.”

“Thank you babygirl,” he smiled, kissing your forehead.

“We better go,” you said sadly.

“Yeah, if Conor finds out we fucked in his car he’s going to kill us.”

You both chuckled as you put your clothes back on and returned to party acting like nothing happened. Though everyone knew what you two had just done.




REQUEST(S):  “Any Race imagine but if it could be funny that would be amazing because I love Race and I’m in the mood for funny. Thank you for doing this!”

“If you wrote race x reader I would love you forever”

SUMMARY: Y/N is breaking one of the most important and enforced newsie rules. And, worse than that, she’s got a crush on her way too attractive selling partner that simply won’t go away.

A/N: okay so apparently i’m incapable of writing short imagines because this’ll have a part two coming soon. there’s not too much race x reader in this one because it’s more of a buildup, but next part will have more of that. i tried my best to make it funny, i guess? and by that i mean i just let the narrator (reader) go with barely any filter on their thoughts so, enjoy!


When it came to being a newsie, there were rules in place that really should be followed. I had never been one to really favor breaking the rules without necessary, so I followed as many as possible:

1. Pay for your papes
2. Do whatever it takes to sell them
3. Don’t steal anybody’s anything
4. Do not come back with papes left unless you want to be eating them for dinner

There are some rules, however, that just have to be broken. Such as lucky rule number five:

5. No girls allowed

This rule in particular was bullshit in my opinion, and really it was there for no reason. Why would The World deny having more papers sold just because a girl was selling them? Honestly, it’s like these guys know nothing. But, you know, it wasn’t too much of a setback. It just meant getting up earlier than all the other boys to make sure all my hair stayed tucked in my cap, wrap up my chest a little bit (since boys aren’t exactly supposed to have breasts) - oh, and no talking. Ever.

Me attempting to imitate a boy’s voice was just too pathetic, and this way I would never slip up. Sure, it takes a lot of restraint to not scream at some of the boys sometimes, but it pays for the food. Plus, the minute the boys found out I was “mute” they rejoiced - according to them I was a gold mine. All I needed was a selling partner, and we’d make easy money.

Race had jumped at the opportunity. Sometimes I wish he hadn’t. It’s much harder to pretend to be a straight boy when your partner’s smile is so cute you’re pretty sure it’s not even legal. And, God, that damn smirk of his. How’s a girl supposed to stay in control when he’s making some dumb joke, sporting that smirk with his hair all messed up from a day of selling papes? It’s just unfair.

And of course I had wished for someone to confide in. I hadn’t talked at all in months, and I could barely remember what my voice sounded like. When I got time alone, sometimes I would whisper to myself under my breath just for relief purposes. There’s just so much to talk about, and I haven’t gotten to say any of it all because of some stupid rule that says I can’t be a girl if I want to sell papes. From the very beginning I had been dying to find someone who I trusted enough to tell without them blabbing to everyone, but I just hadn’t worked up the courage yet. I certainly hadn’t planned to have Katherine find out because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

She was walking with me on the way back to the lodge and she was working on an article, thinking out loud at she wrote. “Ugh, I need a good synonym for amazing. I’ve used that word like five times already.” She ran a hand over her face, obviously in distress, and it just kind of slipped out.

“Phenomenal.” Her eyes widened and she looked up from her paper at me slowly, shock overtaking her face. I slapped a hand over my mouth as I felt the panic start to take hold of me.

“You - you can talk? Oh my god, oh my god. Were you just pretending to sell more papers? That’s some damn good commitment you got there…”

“Please don’t tell anyone!” I squeaked, which was very much the wrong thing to do, because up until this point she had only heard me say one word - and gender is kind of hard to determine from four syllables. However, when you’ve said an entire sentence in your much-higher-than-a-boy’s voice, that kind of gives it away. For a second time, she freaked.

“You’re a girl! That’s why you don’t talk! That’s hilarious!” She broke out laughing as I stood there, still scared out of my mind but a little bit calmed by her lack of anger. “I won’t tell any of the boys, promise,” she breathed, smiling. “Oh, but this is so great! Finally, another girl I can talk to about these damn boys!” I laughed at that, and soon we were both giggling like idiots.

Suddenly, her face lit up. “How long has it been since you got to, you know, lose the getup?”

“Don’t know, lost count.” I shrugged and she squealed. Grabbing my arm and dragging me in the opposite direction of the lodge. “Kath, we’re going the wrong way.”

“Nope, you’re not going to the lodge.”

“I’m not?”

“No, you’re staying at my place and you’re going to get to be a girl again for tonight.”


“Hey! Anybody seen Mute?”

A chorus of ‘no’s came as a response, and Race sighed. He’d left his partner with Katherine, but they had yet to make it to the lodge and it was already dark. Jack was worried as well, both of them concerned that something had happened. Mute was a great selling partner with all the sympathy he ignited, but he was a scrawny guy and if someone had attacked them, Race wasn’t sure Mute would’ve been able to fight them off. Eventually, it got too late, and both he and Jack fell asleep.


An hour before the boys woke up for the morning, I came sneaking through the lodge door, already prepped and ready for the day (hair clipped in place thanks to Katherine, and breasts securely flat). I’d spent the night with Katherine sharing stories and finally talking about all the things I’d been dying to say. Saying Kath was excited when I went on a rant about how annoyingly attractive Race was was an understatement - the reporter was ecstatic. I tried to calm her down - “it’s never gonna happen, Kath, to him I am and always will be a boy. And even if he’s gay, I can’t even speak” - but it was no use.

We hadn’t actually ended up sleeping. Instead, we’d spent the early hours making me look like a boy again, with some added improvements. Before I’d left, Kath had given me a book, so when I arrived back at the lodge and there was a little while before the morning bell would ring, I sat on my bunk and read.

The minute the morning bell rang, the lodge filled with noise. All the boys were waking up and fighting for space. In order to avoid the chaos, I walked outside, leaving the book on my bunk. I was enjoying the small noises of a New York morning when suddenly someone was standing next to me.

“You and Kath get back alright last night? Didn’t see you before I fell asleep.” The mere sound of Race’s voice made my face heat up and I hated it. The fact that he had noticed my absence made my heart skip a beat, even though I was sure it was more of a brotherly type of “this kid can’t even talk he needs to be protected” kind of way. I nodded as a response and he gave a little nod of his own.

After the previous night I wanted more than ever to tell Race everything. Maybe if he knew I was a girl things would be different. Maybe if I could actually talk to him, this whole thing would be easier.

“Mornin’ boys!” Jack came up behind us with Crutchie beside him. “Hey Mute, Kath get home okay?” Before I could respond with a nod, Race was talking.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” He pointed down the street a little where Katherine appeared to be sprinting toward us at full speed. When she reached us she was panting heavily, attempting to relay what must’ve been important news.

“The Delanceys… they’re coming here… heard something about a girl Newsie,” she said in between breaths. I felt my heart stop in my chest. Being discovered as a girl by the boys or Katherine was one thing, being discovered by the Delanceys was another. They wouldn’t hesitate to take me away for breaking the rules, and I don’t think the fact that I’m a girl would stop them from roughing me up a bit.

“I think we would’ve noticed if one of was a girl,” Romeo said, causing all the boys to laugh. By now everyone was up and gathered. Katherine kept glancing around and I could tell she was panicking. I made brief eye contact with her and I’m sure she could see the fear in my eyes. She was doing a better job at hiding it. I was about to start shaking uncontrollably. In the distance, The Delancey brothers could be seen walking in our direction.

“You smell that boys?” Race called out, smiling as the Delancey brothers scowled. “It smells like we got the bad kind o’ company!”

“I’d shut your mouth if I were you,” Morris growled.

“We got reason to believe one of you maggots has been breaking the rules. Youse hiding a girl in that lodge of yours.” Jack stepped up to Oscar confidently, no hesitation  in his stance.

“What - you sayin’ we wouldn’t be able to tell if we’s had a girl selling papes with us? We ain’t hiding no girls.” I wondered what would happen if Jack knew that he was lying. More importantly, what would happen if the Delanceys started poking around? They so much as knock my cap off my head an I’m a goner. It was too late to pull it down to hide my face more, it would be too suspicious. Plus, it was already blocking my face some, as usual.

I tensed as the brothers started walking through the crowd of boys. They were met with plenty of laughs and jeers, and quite a few jokes made. The world stopped.

And then started again as the Delancey boys begrudgingly left, not having found what they were looking for. The newsies taunted them as they walked away and I let out a sigh of relief.

“That was a close one,” Katherine gave a little laugh.

“Whaddya mean?” Jack asked, and I froze again. “Why was it a close one?” I watched as Katherine tensed up, trying to form some sort of explanation the wouldn’t give me away.

“Well, you know, I - uh…. I thought that, maybe, he was gonna… hit you? Yeah! I thought he was gonna hit you, but he didn’t…. So it was a close one?” Jesus Christ, Kath, really?

Murmurs were starting to get louder throughout the crowd as everyone began to search for the supposed girl among them. Race wasn’t looking at me at all, and I really don’t know whether I was relieved or offended. Maybe he trusted me too much to think I would lie. Not that I ever actually said I wasn’t a girl. Or, you know, said anything at all. If I was any of these boys, I would honestly choose myself as suspect number one. Who trusts someone you know nothing about because they can’t tell you? Ridiculous.

“It’s only a close one if one of us is actually a girl,” Crutchie spoke up. I could tell he was trying to save Katherine, God bless his pure little soul, but Kath and I were in deep shit now.

“Well, I mean…” She shot an almost unnoticeable glance my way, as if asking if it was okay. I almost nodded yes. Almost. Except then Morris Delancey was back and standing behind Katherine, and I was ready to just drop dead because this entire situation was one big piece of shit that I was not planning on when I didn’t sleep at all.

“You got information you’d like to share?” Morris asked Katherine. Her face contorted with anger as she spun on him.

“If I did I certainly wouldn’t tell you!

“I think we left a little too soon earlier, didn’t get a chance to really check.” Oscar Delancey was standing directly behind me and his voice sent chills down my spine. How the hell did he even get there? It’s not even noon and this has got to be the worst day of my life.

And then Katherine did exactly what she shouldn’t have done. She glanced at me. And Morris saw it. In seconds, he was walking towards me. As I prepared to exposed, or maybe even hit, Race stepped in front of me quickly. He stood defiantly, staring Morris down.

“Move out my way.”

“Leave ‘im alone, he ain’t done nothin’ wrong. He can’t even speak.” Okay, maybe not the worst day. Some good things have happened. For instance, Race has showed that he cares about me twice already. Plus, if I looked down just slightly I’d have a great view of his ass (not that I’m thinking about that at all).

“Aw, have we got ourselves a poor little mute?” Oscar taunted from behind me. He was closer to me now, making it much harder to stay calm.

“I said leave ‘im alone,” Race spoke, his voice much more demanding (which was damn attractive but now’s not really the time for that).

“Whatchya gonna do 'bout it?” Oscar Delancey’s hand came down on my shoulder and my entire body tensed up. And then I was off. I sprinted past Race, Morris, and Katherine. I heard the Delanceys shouting and running after me, and I was sure the boys were in absolute chaos because by now they would’ve realized that I’m the girl who broke the rules and became a newsie.

As I reached a familiar alleyway I took a sharp right and tucked myself against the wall, watching as Morris and Oscar ran past my hiding spot. I headed further down the alley, coming to what appeared to be a dead end, but really it wasn’t. Race had shown me this place our first week as partners. After a little bit of squeezing, I was through the other side and strolling leisurely down the street, headed in the direction of the lodge. I wasn’t sure what would happen when I returned, but I really had nowhere else to go.

As I got closer I could sense the commotion. I was positive at least some of the newsies had gone out to sell papes, but Race and Jack would’ve stayed behind to question Katherine. Davey would be there by now, and I wondered if he’d been filled in yet. As I walked into the lodge I got five pairs of eyes all suddenly on me. Race, Katherine, Jack, Davey, and Crutchie were all sitting and talking.

“Mute! Thank god you’re okay, we were so worried!” Crutchie was smiling at me and I couldn’t help but be confused. It was Crutchie after all, but even he seemed a bit happy considering he should’ve just found out that I’d basically been lying to him. No doubt Kath had explained that I wasn’t actually mute, and I had a real name that definitely wasn’t Mute.

“Oscar sure scared ya, but you’re safe with us,” Race smiled at me (and my heart melted).

“Sorry I missed it, Mute,” Davey gave me an apologetic smile. “I can’t believe the Delanceys really thought one of us was a girl,” he laughed.

Wait, what?

I caught Kath’s eye and she winked at me. No way. Absolutely no way. I sprint away while they’re talking about a girl secretly being a newsie and they still don’t figure it out?



side note: I don’t mean to offend anyone with the picture of what a girl is painted in this imagine, I’m basing it more off standards/expectations of girls during the time period

What’s Your Fantasy? ~ smut

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: Stiles x Reader x Derek

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT ~ Threesome (no m/m)

Word Count: 3836

A/N: This is strictly m/f threesome. No Sterek up in this bitch (sorry not sorry, I’m greedy and I want all the attention) 

“Stiles,” I croon, placing the half folded copy of Cosmo on the bed, looking down to where he sits on the floor amongst the scattered copies of research he’s immersed in.

“Hmm?” He hums as he reads, his eyes darting back and forth over the page.

“Tell me one of your fantasies,” I turn on my side, resting my head on my hand.

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Long Distance (Chapter Thirteen)

2500 words of NSFW guys. Bucky tries out his arm. And it works really well. That’s actually all I’m going to say. Smut Under The Cut


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Tony was on all fours, straddling Steve’s legs, pressing his face into a solid chest, trying to quiet his moans, digging his fingers into big arms, trying to keep himself still.

It wasn’t easy.

Not like this.

Steve was running gentle circles over his back, soothing strokes and soft words of encouragement, scratching his nails lightly through Tony’s hair.

And Bucky— well Bucky was trying to make Tony scream.

The elevator ride up to Tony’s penthouse had passed in a blur of heated kisses and roaming hands. Tony didn’t even remember leading his boyfriends to the bedroom, but here they were. He didn’t even really remember getting undressed, even though he was pretty sure Steve had ripped his pants as he yanked them off, and Bucky hadn’t even tried to save his shirt.

So they were naked , all of them, and there was so much skin and heated flesh that Tony thought he could be drunk on it.

Or at least he could be if Bucky wasn’t currently trying his damnest to make him lose his mind.

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After show

Hey guys, sorry for disappearing! Inspiration hit me and I wrote this little piece, hope you guys enjoy! Sorry in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I’m not a native English speaker.

Warning: Smut ahead

The door to his hotel room closed with a soft click behind him. Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the suite, his eyes wandering over to her. She was standing in front of the window with her back to him and he could feel his heart starting to race in his chest.

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What's a Boy Want?

Oh hey! It’s the sequel for ‘What’s Your Kink?’ Can you believe it?! Find the first under the tag : “what???”

Genre: angst, smut, fluff

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warnings: uh!!!! I don’t think anything! Some mentions of dubious consent to certain activities, mentions of drugs, a little self hate I guess? Mostly dan doubting that phil actually likes him, phil beats himself up a little, also cursing and a mention or two of blood, I think that’s it, but tell me if anything else!

Tags: phil is oblivious, so is dan, cumplay, mentions of being tied up and used lmao, rimming, fingering, sex obviously, the neighbors prob hear them I love exhibition, dan ditches phil, it’s their anniversary but rly it’s only been 2 months, Dan’s a cumwhore, degradation but also praise??


It’s been exactly two months since Phil and I started dating; and we haven’t had anything but vanilla sex since that first night. I don’t know what got into Phil’s head but it’s like he doesn’t want to do anything other than vanilla now that we’re dating and I don’t know what to do.

I’m ripped out of my slightly panicked thoughts by Phil’s warm breath against my ear, “Hmm. You ready, baby?” I nod, melting into his touch almost immediately, I’m falling into headspace at the simplest things lately, in my defense, Phil has a terrible habit of playing with my hair and whispering in my ear.

I press my back into his front, a little whine coming from my lips, for just a moment before he’s gone. “Hmm. Let’s get going then.” I shake my head to clear my thoughts a bit and follow Phil out of my apartment.

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ultimate narry fic rec list

1. These four walls and me - 65k On the outside, it would appear that Niall’s perfectly content with his life the way it is: spending his days with his three pups as they take care of his flock of sheep. In reality, Niall’s got far more going on than meets the eye, but he won’t let anyone close enough to help. That is, until someone comes along who’s not willing to take no for an answer.

2. Emotional knapsack - 63k
 “We could do a,” Harry leans forward, “like a, small show? Or shows? Like, not a full tour. Not that we’re like, going to record or anything or change anything about our hiatus. But, we’ve got the songs?”
“Just a small thing,” Niall could slap himself for how light his voice comes out, clearing his throat and meeting Harry’s big eyes with his own, “just a bit of fun.”

(Harry and Niall go solo, together.)

3. Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all - 19k
    “You don’t have room to talk,” Louis says, pointing a finger at Harry and narrowing his eyes. “Seeing as how you were seventy five million years late to the meeting today.”
“Well I’m bloody well here now!” Harry shouts. Everyone goes quiet, Zayn even manages to pause whatever Robert Downey Jr. is doing on the telly, and it’s right then, in the middle of the first split second of quiet since Harry arrived that he hears it.
“Wait,” Harry says, cocking his head to the side and listening more closely. “Is that a baby crying?”

OR: Niall gets a baby left w him and Harry moves in to help him take care of her

4. Can’t help falling in love with you  - 21k
  Niall is an Irish popstar and Harry asks him to his sister’s wedding via Twitter, never expecting he’d actually say yes.

5. Once in your life - 13k
There’s a moment of silence where Harry considers just passing out right there, head hanging off the bed, because the alcohol’s finally catching up to him in the most unpleasant way. “When we’re thirty?”
“When we’re thirty.” Harry repeats. His eyelids are slowly drooping closed, fingers going slack around the beer he’s clutching. He’s just slipping over the edge when there’s the rustle of material and he squints open one eye to look at Niall.
“We’ve done stupider things.” Niall shrugs.

Niall and Harry make a marriage pact.

6. Nobody Said it was easy
   Niall’s a doctor who assumes harry has a wife

7. Eventually we find our way
   based of Audrey, wait

8. So it goes
   harry’s mum thinks they’re dating

9. Home is where the he heart is
  Harry has always been with Niall, has always gone where Niall’s gone.
 So flying across the  pond and drifting across the USA with Niall really isn’t all that different.        
 Until it is.

10. Broken hearted boy
     harry always get hurt by breaking up niall’s been in love with harry and tells him after a      
     long time

11. Chasing happiness
     Niall is famous harry his best friend is home

12. If you could be my wishing star
     niall is a shooting star

13. Hook, line and sinker
     Niall is a merman

14. A kiss just like a whisper
     niall’s dad thinks they’re together

15. Limits don’t exsist
     harry helps Niall with his math

16. Come closer
     Niall is in the group the preps and harry the bikers

17. Between sheets and paint
     harry goes to an art exhibitation and meets Niall

18. The biggest loser
      harry is contestant in biggest loser Niall is his coach

19. Camp harry
     they meet at a music camp

20. Growing up
    (Or the one where Harry and Niall grow up and fall in love together.)

21. Inside a clock
    harry meets a timekeeper after his fight with Niall
22. searching
     Niall looks at harry’s Google searches

23. You were the one to save me and i’ve never been happier
     Niall stutters harry becomes his best friend

24. It will come around
      Niall is in love with harry and harry is oblivious to it

25. Of demons and angels
     harry is a shadow hunter Niall becomes a shadow hunter

26. The countdown
      Like the timer on the inside of his wrist, Harry has been counting down the days-hours-  
     minutes-seconds until he meets his soul mate. But then Harry meets Niall.

27. 911 you’re my emergency
     harry is a surgeon Niall is a paramedic

28. Intensified by a absence
     harry is a time traveler

29. Stay with me until the end
      Niall and harry are boyfriends harry is in a boyband

30. To the sky, a joyful smile
     niall has cancer

31. Baby, you and I, were born to shine
     niall is a chimney cleaner

32. It was just so weird
     Louis and harry swap from body

33. Mastering The art of friends cooking
     the boys are in a team on a cooking show niall and harry like each other

34. Got lips like sugar cane candy shop

35. The boy at grimey’s records
     Niall world in a record shop

36. Trial and error
    the one where Harry and Niall are best friends who fall in love.

37. See you later, boy
     One day, Niall runs Harry over with a skateboard.

38. Know your place
      niall meets harry at the x factor

39. Turn all your grey skies blue
     Niall’s a new single dad, and Harry’s his daughter’s teacher at the daycare.

40. Hey niall, did you know?
     Niall is kinda nerdy and awkward and wears glasses and loves facts. Louis kinda sets him  
     up on a couple dates.

41. Whole weekend recovery
      harry is niall’s room mate in decuyper house

42. Baby, you make my heart beat faster
      Niall’s into Harry. Harry’s into taxidermy.

43. I’m not trying to stop you
     Niall and Harry are the only ones left on campus over the Christmas holiday

44. Are you there god? It’s me, niall
     niall is married to harry his friends don’t know it and have a fan club about harry

45. Just smile
     Harry and Niall decide to go to the prom as just friends. It doesn’t work out quite as

46. See to my soul
Niall and Harry are cast in their university’s production of ‘Spring Awakening’, and Niall has an awakening of his own.

47. Baby, you don’t know what it’s like
In which Louis is a good friend, Liam is kind, Zayn is always stressed, Niall is the new guy and Harry falls in love

48. Her human’s human
Button (cat) isn’t quite sure what to make of the new blond boy in her human’s life.

49. Kiss me till you’re drunk
niall is liam’s friend and heart liked niall he’s 3 years younger than niall (written through ages)

50. Friends just sleep in another bed
tour starts: niall and harry grow closer

51. Half a heart
harry is looking for his soul mate his whole life he stood hoping when he’s 19 then he meets niall

52. Just words
the one where Niall starts writing a fan fiction of his own and the constant slashy comments leave him confused about his feelings for Harry.

53. Endless road
Summary: Eighteen year old Harry Styles planned to spend six months backpacking across Europe with his older sister Gemma. What he didn’t plan was to meet an irresistible blonde boy called Niall on their very first stop. As Harry starts to fall in love with Niall, there’s only one thing he’s certain about. Gemma can’t ever find out. Unbeknownst to Harry, his budding relationship with Niall isn’t the biggest secret being kept over the course of their travels.

54. Eighteen
Ed listens — and is inspired — as the relationship between one of his best friends and his best friend develops and changes into something wonderful.

55.  Keep it down
Harry’s trying to write a paper but some idiot in the university library keeps distracting him.

56. A narry Cinderella story
Harry is Cinderella. Niall is Prince Charming. And that is just how the story goes.

57. The kind of love I need
Harry Styles befriends the blind boy in the grade below him, but he never expected to fall in love

58. By fairest blood
Harry is the prince, and Liam is the huntsman. And Niall is the fairest of them all.
Snow White and the Huntsman AU

59. Baby, I
Warm milk floods his mouth. The hand in Niall’s hair tightens. “Oh my god,” Niall says, his mouth full. He doesn’t know whether to spit it out or to swallow it.

60.  Hair of the dog
Featuring VetTech!Harry, WitsEnd!Niall and the rascally beastie that brings them together.

61. And us their men

The school’s production of ‘Romeo and Juliet’ is underway, but not until Ben finds his perfect Romeo. Harry, a Shakespeare enthusiast, is asked to audition for the part, and Niall, a stagehand watching in the balconies, inadvertently becomes his Juliet.

62.  To being neighbours.
It starts off something like this, with textbooks and a noisy apartment complex, but then there’s a kid involved and Harry isn’t quite sure where he went wrong. Or right. (Or the kid!fic no one asked for.)

63.  Children off all ages
Niall grew up in the circus, Harry didn’t, but they both live under extraordinary circumstances and all they really want is each other.

64.  Harry styles and the seven years chase
Harry and Niall bump into each other, literally, on top of the Astronomy Tower, and then skirt around feelings for seven years.

65. So ill go for you with everything I’ve got
Niall is about to give up on his dreams and Harry is the one who makes him hold on. When harry met niall OR When Harry Met Sally AU where Harry is Harry and Niall is Sally and they are both completely stupid (for each other. Harry rides along with niall to new York

66. A slide into first
Niall’s a minor league star baseball player, Harry’s in love with him, Liam makes really good hot dogs, Louis’s a mascot wrench, and Zayn shows up to pull everything together.

67.  Good enough
niall meets harry at the set of master chef

68.  Until the end of time
Niall Horan has always been in love with Harry. And things are perfect until Niall meets Zayn.

69. The wedding singer
It’s not that Harry doesn’t believe in love, exactly - he just thinks that romance and marriage and all that comes with it are overrated. Niall has sung at over a hundred weddings, and is determined to prove Harry wrong. After all - there’s a reason for all those songs.

70. Leviticus
Harry is the new kid with a bad attitude and Niall’s the son of priest who’s never even thought about girls- let alone boys. Somehow, they make it work.

71. Flipping the script
Or the one where Harry’s always topped but now he wants to bottom and Niall just wants his Harry back.

72. Baby, put on heart shaped sunglasses cause we’re gonna take a ride
The one where Niall’s got it all figured out and Harry’s a little bit insane… but it’s not that simple. It never felt right calling this just friends or: harry and niall’s friendship from ages six to sixteen. (and nineteen at the very end).

73.  Sky with the turbulence
(or Niall is a literal angel, and Harry is really strong. Like, really

74. The injury
Niall and Harry live in the same apartment building and when Niall hurts his leg Harry is there to take care of his friendly and cute neighbor he’s been crushing on.

75. Stay with me (a little longer)
(or the one where Harry and Niall meet again after seven long years).

76. Happens all too fast
niall and harry meet at law school

77. Our possible past
Niall may have traveled the world and found love everywhere he went, but there was only one he would always return

78. To The rules of dating niall horan
Sometimes they laugh and sometimes they cry. Regardless what of life throws at them, or what it takes away, Niall and Harry will fight their way through the troubles of love—together.

79.  Blanket forts and netflix
Niall and Harry are best friends living in New York and this is basically just a whole bunch of fluffy dates and schmoop. Oh and crying Louis.

80. 7:39 Every morning
Niall catches the 7:39 rush hour train to work. One day some prick steals his seat.

81. Maybe with me
Harry tries to help Niall hook up. Set during the American leg of the TMH tour.

82.  If these drugs don’t kill me, baby, you might
– In which university student Niall does a lot of drugs, lands himself in the hospital and meets a certain seventeen year old boy named Harry Styles who has tried to kill himself on multiple occasions.

83.  Remember that
In rome on the bus harry and Niall start shagging on tour

84. Wait ‘till our mums find out
niall and harry have been best friends since they were kids and, well, pops

85.  Handwritten au university Manchester
Harry and Niall meet trough photography class

86. The button chronicols (cat) she doesn’t like her human’s human Green Christmas

87.  It’s supposed to be innocent
Niall inviting Harry over to Ireland for his family’s Christmas festivities. He’s just being a good friend. Instead, it turns into an excuse for Maura and Denise to try and push the two smitten boys together at every opportunity.

88.  Show me your love
niall and harry go to las vegas as best friends and go home married.

89.  And if it’s quite alright, you could be my way of life
A comfy cozy, post break up, slightly golf!AU where Harry fills all the cracks and gaps left in Niall’s heart.

90.  If I got a condo on a cloud then I guess you can stay at my place
Harry can’t just show up to his sister’s wedding where his ex boyfriend is going to be without somebody with him, I mean he can’t just loiter around the chocolate fountain. So that’s why he enlists Niall’s help.

91. Every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces
Harry’s a nanny in New York. Niall’s his boyfriend. It’s summer. That’s it. That’s the story.

92. Something unexpected
Harry doesn’t like basketball—never understood it, and probably never will, but the cute blond sitting next to him just might make the game bearable. Oh, and there’s also a kiss cam.

93. Second home
Harry and Zayn are roommates. Zayn’s friend Niall has a habit of visiting when Zayn’s not around. Sort of written for the prompt: ‘my roommate’s best friend is really obnoxious but also hot au’ that someone reblogged on tumblr. There is only you Or: the one where Harry has the unusual ability to take his soulmate’s bad feelings and suffer through them himself.

94. The art of scraping through
(Where Harry can’t seem to make his luggage light enough to get checked in, and Niall offers him his extra baggage allowance. Then fate intervenes, the way it does.)

95.  Baby say yeah
Harry’s a rich kid looking for something to eat. Niall’s the only employee left in a restaurant that happens to be closed now, actually

96. Welcome to the jungle
Harry falls in love with Niall a little too hard and a little too fast. It’s not very punk rock.

97. Yoga to be joking
harry does yoga with niall and tries to suck his own dick

98.  All in one
The only thing was that Niall couldn’t. He couldn’t let himself fall that hard so carelessly ever again. The dangers of heartbreak were way too high. Nothing was there to catch you from that traumatic fall. Niall and harry are best friends and co-workers.

99.  Baby, it’s cold outside
After a one night stand, Harry and Niall get snowed in together.

100.  Snowdrop
Summary: Niall works at a cemetery and one day, he notices a curly haired boy, visiting someone’s grave.

101.  Ache for home
Niall is asexual. This changes things, eventually for the better.

102.  But your brand is all the rage (or so I’ve been told)
Or the one where Harry’s been in love with Niall since they were seventeen and he’s in an indie band that seem to take off overnight and him and Niall no matter what happens will always be HarryandNiall.

103.  My heart is beating the same
“Because that’s all Zayn is, now. He’s not a human, Niall’s boyfriend, anymore. He’s just the dog Niall saved from the rescue shelter sale.”

104.  Mad ones (pool party remix)
Harry buys a car in NYC = OT5 road trip to LA. 24-hour diners, shit hotels, Polaroids, golf, line dancing, and too many people in the backseat: this is what dreams are made of.

105.  A proper kiss
Liam has a Christmas party, Louis has a devious streak, and Harry has a crush on Niall. Awkward What’s the perfect first kiss like? Could you describe it? Can you remember it? Would you repeat it again if you ever got the chance?

106. Bleach and fabric softener
Summary: Harry’s roommate Louis had managed to turn their washing machine into something from The Exorcist, forcing the boys to use a local Laundromat. However, after coming across a blonde boy with blue eyes and a smile that made his insides squirm, he didn’t think it would be too bad.

107. Please know that I’m yours to keep
After running off on his fiance Harry goes back to North Carolina his hometown and reunites with old friends and the love of his life.

108. The whole world is sleeping, but my world is you
Or; Harry lives his dreams and Niall helps him save them.

109.  Just a little rush, babe
Harry’s a vampire who’s awful at parallel parking, being scary, and being alone. He meets Niall walking home alone one night.

110.  In medias res
Harry Styles is an HMRC agent with a penchant for numbers and being alone, who one day wakes up to find a voice inside his head narrating his life.

111.  Everything, from falling in love with a lovely (possibly Anarchist) baker to brushing his teeth
is told through the voice of a snarky author who’s known for killing off his protagonists, and this time’s no different.

112.  See the fire, watch it glow or
niall falls in love during tmh.

113.  What makes you different
Niall’s wings are a secret hidden in plain sight, a curse and a blessing at the same time.

114. Tell me you want me to stay
Harry just really wants this girl to leave him the fuck alone. He’s an idiot. But that’s okay, because Niall is too.

115.  Selfish pain
Summary: Prince Niall is the youngest son of King Tomlinson. His older brothers Louis and Liam are Alphas while Niall is an Omega. Everything changes the day King Malik comes for a state visit.

116.  Standing next to me
Liam meets Louis in a coffee shop and doesn’t quite know how to feel about it. Luckily, neither does Louis. They go on Not Dates, Harry and Niall cuddle a lot, and Zayn is the only sane man in town.

117.  Wabbit season
Or, Harry turns into a rabbit and Niall’s there to take care of him.

118.  While there’s still something left
Or, Niall and Harry are both assassins -and old fuck buddies- hired by competing firms to kill each other. (Mr. and Mrs. Smith au)

119.  Summer stars
niall meets harry when Jess dies. Then they go into seven minutes in Heaven Heartbreak hero (Alternatively, Niall’s Guide On How to Win Back the Girl, patent pending. It should work, in theory.)

120.  Maybe you’re my snowflake
Harry Styles loves the snow. Niall Horan loves the stars. And somewhere between snowflakes and night skies, they start loving each other.

121. Soul mate’s words
Or the one where Niall, a hopeless romantic, slowly watches each of his friends’ and family members find their soul mates until it’s finally his turn

122. . I need an hour just to say hello
or where a shy, stuttering Harry works at the golf course, where he meets Niall

123.  Show the marks upon your skin soul mate.
You get bruises and scars what the other person gets.

124. Words cannot espresso
niall and harry work in a coffeeshop. Niall is a Girl

125.  People fall in love in mysterious ways
The plan is fly to Dublin and be engaged by the end of the weekend. It’s not supposed to include a slight detour, a series of delays and a beautiful but brazen Irishman who changes, well, everything. Inspired by the movie Leap Year.

126.  Groovy, baby
Niall is still from the 70’s and still living with Harry in 2015 But he’s disappearing by the second

127.  Our possible pasts
niall runs out the we ding with Nathan skyes. He meets hat rt at a farm where he works. He runs away later t

128. By your side
Harry is blind and Niall gets partnered up with him for a project.

129. Loving you feels so right
Or the one where Niall is a stripper with a past and Harry is a soloist with a few secrets of his own.

I See the Light - DOI


SUMMARY: When an opening for your favorite Disney Princess is posted backstage, you take your chances and audition. To your surprise, you got the part. But there was always a catch. Your Flynn Rider was none other than Bucky Barnes, the womanizer of the entire Disney cast. Will you two be able to play it off as a couple when there’s tension between you both?

WARNINGS: language. dickhead Bucky. 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: ok i gotta put it out there that is entirely FICTION, obviously, and i have never once in my LIFE worked for any Disney theme park so anything I write on here about working there is made up OR something i’ve read on the internet. now that i finally have that out of the way, THANK. FUCKING. YOU. FOR. READING. THIS. i didn’t think so many of you would enjoy this! this is super cool! thank you, again!


What’s got you reorganizing everything on this shelf?”

Your head snapped up to look at your tall friend and sighed dramatically. Your shoulder was still in pain from being shoulder checked by a complete dick head dressed as your favorite Disney prince and you were already stressing about the auditions for Rapunzel.

You set down the plush Sebastian toy and placed your hands on your hips. “I’m-I have a headache, my shoulder is killing me, it’s hot, I’ve been yelled at by almost every single guest since I got back from break.”

Pepper laughed softly and placed a hand on your shoulder, causing you to wince. “How did you even hurt your shoulder?”

“That stupid Flynn Rider guy bumped into me.”

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You're Cute When You Blush (Evan Hansen x Reader SMUT)

You’re Cute When You Blush (Evan Hansen x Reader SMUT)

Some blushy Evan smut,

Requested by: Anon

A/N: I changed the location of the party because Jared is lame and you know he wouldn’t have a party at his house.


“Hey (y/n) I’m he- did a bomb go off?” Evan asked as he let himself into your bedroom. Every surface had clothing on it, the floor, your bed, the dresser, everything was covered.

“No Ev, obviously my closet vomited. Like you did during our 3rd grade concert,” you jested, trying to find your fishnet leggings.

“Oh g-go fuck yourself!”

“Evan, sweetie, you’re not intimidating if you stutter, but props for trying,” you smiled back at him, he wasn’t usually nervous around you but he had his moments. You’d know him all your life, and you did your best to make sure no matter where you two went, he was comfortable.
“HAHA I found them!”

“Found what?” He asked, he had started folding your clothes and stacking them. You watched him quietly, he was adorable, he looked so focus on folding and creasing.

“These!” You said holding them up, you slid them on under the giant shirt you were wearing.

“Um, (y-y/n) I hate to tell you this but your um, they’re ripped. A lot,” he stumbled pointing at the back of your left thigh. He was right, they were torn from thig to ankle. You frowned and took them off. You kicked Evan out and changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top. You planned on wearing the fishnets under the shorts, but that plan went to shit. But at least you got to go with Evan, you don’t know what happened but sometime between school starting and today’s date, June 27, Evan got way more attractive to you. You had already loved Evan, you’d been his best friend since you were kids, but now, you were confused, you didn’t want to ruin this friendship, but what if?

What if he felt the same? What if he looked at you when you weren’t looking? What if you occupied his mind while he’s away? What if this could be more? What if?

You arrived at 7:35

You took Evan’s shaking hand and lead him through the house full of drunk or stoned teens. You were invited by the cheerleader you tutored, she was dating the quarterback who threw the party. You knew some of the people here, and after you knocked back a few drinks you’ll know everyone.

At 8:46

You had two drinks and were working on a third, Evan was holding a water bottle and twisting the cap on and off. You were drifting around talking to people, trying to make a new friend.

At 9:21

Evan was getting anxious and led you outside for fresh air, you stood near the bonfire. You went to ask Evan how he felt but the words were stuck in your throat, the fire on his skin made him look like an angel. You realized in that moment that he was beautiful and you were absolutely in love with him.

At 9:33

You had some very R-rated thoughts, and decided to take action and take what you wanted.

At 9:35

You knew exactly what you wanted and how you would take it.

At 9:36

You gathered up four cups of random alcoholic beverages and got as far away from Evan as possible.

At 9:45

You had chugged all of the drinks and were buzzed. Evan ran into the room in a panic, “(Y/n) I’ve been looking all over. My god did you drink all of these? Why?” He asked stacking the red cups and looking at you his eyes full of worry.

“You have amazing eyes,” you giggled getting close to him.

“Th-thanks?” His cheeks were turning pink, which made him even cuter.

“You know, I bet you’re pretty sexy under this polo,” you started playing with the buttons on his shirt, the blush on his cheeks deepened. You were leaning on him, he had no other choice, he wrapped his arm nervously around your waist.

“Could we um go upstairs? I ummm I don’t feel well?” You tried to be convincing and it worked, but in all honesty you wouldn’t have believed yourself. He lead you upstairs and tried to pull you to the bathroom, but you pulled him into a bedroom. He turned bright red, all the way into the tips of his ears, you giggled, he was cute when he blushed, you wanted more.

“You’re really cute when you blush, Ev,” you whispered and started kissing his neck, he stiffened under you, in more ways than one.

“(Y-y/n) wh-what are you doing?” He had no idea what to do, and the only thing going through his head was how nice your lips felt on his neck. He wanted more. He wanted all of you, but he didn’t want you to wake up with regrets.

“I’m doing something I’ve thought about for so long. You’re so amazing Evan, and I really like you, more than a best friend, god I want you,” you whispered as you kissed his neck and dragged your nails down is sides. He’d never had a girl touch him like this, especially not one as beautiful as you, he let out a whimper.

“I-I don’t know what to do,” he was practically shaking. You giggled and pushed him onto the bed behind him and straddled his hips. Your mouth went back to his neck, he was getting hard beneath you, you began grinding against him, he whimpered.

“Oh oh god,” he was bright red and stuttering. There was something about you being able to make him nervous that turned you on.

“You like that?” You growled into his ear as you grinded hard against him. He whimpered more, you place your hands under his polo shirt and began sliding it off. Once it was off you instructed him to remove yours, he looked helpless. He did as you said but he was so nervous the he kept dropping it, his hands were shaking. “Evan. Hey. Relax, you’re fine, if you don’t want to do this we don’t have to. Okay?”

“N-no I I really want this. I just. I’m just nervous. I’ve never um. Done this,” he winced, his hands playing with the waistband of his khakis nervously

“That’s perfectly fine, I’ll take the lead. If it’s too much just tell me and I’ll stop,” he nodded and gave you a nervous smile. You kiss him and started taking off his pants, you were just about to slide them off his hips when he grabbed both of your hands.

He brought them to his mouth and started kissing them softly. “I just, I just need something to ground me,” he took a deep breath and let go. You removed your shorts first, than you lead Evan’s hands up to your breasts. The red tint returning to his face, he slinked his hands behind you back and undid your bra. Once the fabric and fallen from your chest Evan’s jaw dropped. You giggled and went back to removing his pants, his hands flew to your chest, fondling you. You moaned and his fingers played with your hard nipples, his hips bucked at the sound of you. You finally discarded his khakis and palmed him through his underwear, his eyes flittered closed. His mouth was open but the feeling of your hand on his hard-on was enough to mute him. You stopped, his eyes opened and he was red again, you slid off you panties and hooked your thumbs inside his boxers. You slid them down slowly, his erection springing free, you couldn’t help but stare, Jesus he was big. He kicked off his boxers and looked away, scared you say he was small, but he was shocked at your words.

“Oh god, Evan. You’re huge, like. Wow,” you moaned as you reached off the bed for your shorts.

“You don’t want to anymore. I. I understand it’s fine,” he said as you held your shorts in your hands.

You pulled a square of colored foil from the pocket, “oh no I was doing the exact opposite of trying to leave,” you tore the corner gently and pulled out the rubber.

“Heh. It looks Like quinoa, that’s kinda funny,” he giggled, his nose crinkling. You laughed as well, than pinched the tip of the condom and rolled it down his length. He moaned at your hand sliding over him and brought one hand to your wetness. You moaned as his fingers skimmed over your clit, he quickly pulled his hand away, scared he hurt you.

“No no please don’t stop,” you cried pulling his hand back you your core. He began rubbing you, than two of his callused fingers dipped inside of you. “Oh god Evan I need you,”

“Rideme,” he said quickly, than slapped his hand over his mouth.


“NothingIdidntsayword,” the sentence rushed out of his mouth, you secretly knew what he said but you wanted him to be a bit more controlling.

You began rubbing his cock slowly, “I’m sorry Evan what did you say,” you mewled.

“I said I want you to ride me! Happy now?” He said loudly, his face was red and he kinda looked like he wanted to cry. You didn’t mean for him to get this Embarrassed, you kissed him softly, one hand on his hip and another on his cheek. You situated your self just above his member, “are you ready?” You whispered, he nodded quickly, biting his lip.

You lowered yourself on to him, holding back a moan as you did. Evan on the other hand was a moaning mess, his nails dug into your hips. You lifted yourself back up again and his eyes shot open, “you want to stop don’t you?” You slid back down and up again quicker, repeating the motion. “Oh god please never stop,” he encouraged, his hips lifted to meet yours.

“Oh Evan, oh god Evan. Fuck EVAN!” You screamed as he hit your G-spot, hard. You used his shoulders to steady yourself, your thrusts got sloppier while Evan’s became steadier.

“Oh oh ooh god, (y/n) you’re so w-wet and oh god you’re so fucking tight!” He moaned beneath you, his face flushed with embarrassment, he wasn’t quite ready for dirty talk. He cupped one of your boobs and started to play with your nipple, he bit down softly. You let out a series of breathy moans, god Evan made you feel like you were in heaven.

As your orgasms approached Evan slowed down, “I- I want you to cum first, I just don’t, don’t know how,” he stuttered.

“I’ll teach you, I’m really fucking close so just, touch my clit and, Oh Oh god go in as deep as possible,” It was your turn to blush, you wanted to instruct him properly but that didn’t make it any less awkward. He followed your instructions, between his fingers rubbing you and him thrusting deeper into you than ever before you felt your orgasm coming harder than ever. Like a a spring being pushed down, coiled tightly within your abdomen. Than it sprung, your ride out your orgasm on his dick. His thrusts became shallow, sloppy, erratic, he watched you as you came on him. He saw the pleasure on your face, he felt your walls tighten around his cock, he could practically feel your pulse from within you as your orgasm came over you. Evan had never felt this many sensations at once, you were too much for him to handle without a release. And a release was what he got, his entire body shook beneath you, his breathing labored, his whole body flushed.

“Oh god, you’re the best thing I’ve ever had, oh fuck, oh god (y/n) I love you so fucking much, oh oh OH OOOOHHH,” he yelled as he came, he had never felt so amazing in his entire life. Once both of you had finished, you lifted you body from his, he took off the condom and properly discarded it.

At 10:17

You both curled up in the bed, you had never felt to good, neither had Evan. He played with your hair and you ran a hand over his bare chest, it was like the world stopped spinning.

At 10:33

You heard a voice through the bedroom door “WHO EVER THE FUCK YOU ARE, YOU BETTER GET DRESSED, GET OUT OF MY ROOM, AND CLEAN UP YOUR MESS!” You giggled and started getting dressed, Evan followed in suit. Evan cleaned up the condom, tying it in a knot and pulling the plastic bag out of the trash can, and you removed the sheets from the bed.

At 10:42

The two of you snuck down stairs, Evan added the plastic bag to the rest of the garbage, and you put the sheets in the laundry with some bleach.

“Woah hold up little nervous Evan Hansen was the one fucking the life out of (y/n)? Holy shit Hansen, and here I was thinking you were small!” Jared Kleinman laughed as you two were leaving. Evan turned bright red and tried to say something, anything. You grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the house before any further embarrassment came to him.

At 12:57

You and Evan had been laying beneath the stars for a couple of hours and he finally worked up the courage to ask, “um (y/n), was I, did I, was that as good for you as it was f-for me?” He asked, turning to face you, heat rising to his face.

“It was spectacular Evan, I’ve never felt something so perfect in my entire life,” you whispered kissing the tip of his nose.

His nose crinkled, he kissed your lips, and he pulled you into him. “So does that mean you’d uh. You’d do this again? If you don’t want to you don’t have to I just thought maybe we could umm…”

“I would love to Evan,” you said kissing him and curling into his chest.

At 1:10

You remembered something “I have some good news actually, my uncle is having a 4th of July party and were invited!” You said and nudged his ribs. He laughed and a blush creeped onto his cheeks.

You wondered what this blushing boy would be like if you got a little alcohol into him?

Expect a sequel soon

Niall Smut// One and Only

onedirection6 asked: Could you do a Niall imagine where you are staying at his parents’ house with your child but Maura offers to look after her for the night and things get a bit cheeky between the two of you and then the next morning they are all teasing you about it xx


“Thank you for having us over for the weekend, Maura,” you smiled. “We, especially Jessie, were so excited to come over. Niall was really missing his family, and Jessie loves it here. I wouldn’t be surprised if she picks up an Irish accent when she begins talking.”

Jessie was barely six months old, but she knew when she was her grandparents’ house. She loved them to pieces.

“Probably because we spoil her rotten, but I can’t help it,” Maura cooed, “She’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

To you and Niall, Jessie was the cutest and the best thing to ever happen to you both. At the same time, nothing was the same after her birth. Your schedules seemed to become more hectic, and when you were home together, you were both exhausted and taking care of Jessie.

“I love Jessie, but I don’t even remember the last time Niall and I had some alone time,” you admitted. “I don’t even remember the last time we had a night that wasn’t diaper or worked filled. I really miss our time together, y’know?”

“I know what you mean, but you both seem to be handling it well. But you know you always have me and Bobby, Greg and Denise. You know we can always take care of Jess,” she reminded you. “Besides, if I can take care of Niall, who wasn’t even potty trained until he was almost four,” she laughed.

“Haha, mum,” Niall half-heartedly chuckled. You laughed yourself as Niall sat down in the seat next to you. “I didn’t see the need to use the bathroom if a diaper did all the work, but you won’t think that will you?” Niall asked, talking to Jessie. “She literally just took the biggest shit I’ve ever seen.”

“Well she seems to be very good at that,” you chuckled. The moment you said that Jessie’s face began to get hot and her face began to pucker. She started to wail and flare her arms while in Niall’s arms. 

“Oh, what’s wrong, Jess?” Niall asked. “Y/N, when was the last time you fed her?”

“It was half an hour ago, she can’t be hungry already. Sometimes she has gas after being changed,” you told him.

“I know, and I made sure she was all out of gas before we came downstairs. Maybe she’s too hot,” Niall said, taking off her little jacket and placing it on the table. “It that better?” Jessie only cried louder in Niall’s arms in response. “Okay, maybe your mum should hold you for awhile.”

He handed Jessie to you. You held her to your chest and rocked her in your arms, but her cries did not stop.

“Are you sure that you fed her?” 

“Yes, Niall, I remember a person sucking on my nipple.”

“Yeah, but is she receiving anything?”

“Niall, why don’t you try and feed her from your breast and tell me how it goes,” 

“Let me see her,” Maura finally said, reaching out her arms across the table. You handed Jessie to her grandmother. Maura took off Jessie’s shoes and socks and cradled her so she had access to her own toes. She slowed her crying as she began to play with the digits on her feet. You and Niall said there relieved and amazed.

“She just needed a little distraction. Babies her age just need distractions,” she smiled. “But I know you guys are staying here tonight, and Bobby is going to be home soon, so don’t you guys go upstairs for the night and relax. Jess can stay in our room tonight.”

“Oh, mum, you don’t have to–”

“No, I want to. Just get some rest and enjoy each other’s company. We’ve got her,” she told you both. “And your brother and Denise are coming in the morning so we can go to the fair in town tomorrow with Theo.”

You nodded and thanked her. You both kissed Jessie good night before retreating upstairs to Niall’s old room. Nothing about it had changed that much. They upgraded the bed so you both could stay in there. Niall bought himself a TV to put in his own room when was 18 so he could watch it when he came to visit.

“Maybe we can finally relax, watch a movie,” you suggested as you slid off your shoes and fell onto the bed. “I left a couple of bottles for Jessie in the fridge, so we can have a beer and some popcorn.”

Niall smiled and passed you a remote, “You find a movie and I’ll get the stuff.” 

The end credits of the movie rolled as you adjusted your position on the bed. Your head laid on his bare chest, and you held the popcorn bowl in your hands. 

“Y’know, right now, one of us would have been coming home from work probably exhausted. Jessie would have worn one of us out and would be asleep,” Niall said, playing with the loose hairs that didn’t make it to your ponytail. “We would sleep peacefully until Jessie would start crying for a reason beyond me, and we would wake up again.”

“And then I would wake up even though I would tell you that it was your turn,” you chuckled. 

“Okay, okay, but I was thinking if you didn’t have anything to do tonight, maybe you might want to do me,” Niall mumbled under his breath, his hand running over your exposed thigh. 

“Niall, your parents are down the hall with our daughter. We’re in your old room; it’s just weird,” you chuckled, placing your hand your his and sitting up.

“Come on,” he groaned, pulling you closer to him. Your face was close enough to his for your noses to touch yours. “If it makes you feel any better, my parents are heavy sleepers down the hall. They’ll wake up if Jess cries, but they can’t hear us. I promise you.”

Your lips touched his softly before removing them, “Can you tell me something first?” He quickly nodded. “How many girls have you had in this room?”

“How many girls have I had sex with in this room or have been up here?” he asked for clarity.

“How many girls have you had sex with in your room?” you clarified, running your hand down his chest. 

“Hm, I think — no, I know that you would be the first and only girl that I’ve fucked in this room, babe. ” he assured. He attached his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking below your ear. You let out a soft groan and sighed. He pulled you closer. Your bare leg rubbed against his, closing the gap completely between you two. “Oh, I’m sorry; you never said if you still wanted to—”

You cut him off by placing your lips on his firmly. It didn’t take at all for Niall to fully respond. He used his right hand to hitch your leg over his hip before turning you over. He rubbed your thigh tenderly. Your hand traveled and played with the small brown hairs on the back of his neck. Your hand moved from the nape of his neck to jawline where he hadn’t shaved in a couple weeks, but you never minded.

“We’ll keep quiet, okay?” you told him, removing your own top for him. 

He placed both of his hands on your breast, gently squeezing them, “You’re telling me like I’m usually the issue,” he challenged. “Where were we when our hotel neighbors called the front desk for a noise complaint? New York, wasn’t it?”

You smirked, “I don’t recall. Do you mind reminding me?” 

He licked his lips before taking your right breast into his mouth, his tongue flicking over your nipple while his other hand showed attention to the other. He repeated his motions but switched while you were complete bliss. Your nipples were still not as sensitive as they were before your pregnancy, but Niall still got you there. 

He moved on to kiss down your stomach making you a little self-conscious about the baby weight that he hadn’t fully lost. 

“Ni, stop,” you half-hearty laughed. 

“Why you used to love this, baby,” he reminded you before he sighed, “Is this because you haven’t fully lost the baby weight?” You nodded slowly. He titled his head as his blue eyes met yours. “Hm, don’t you do that, Y/N. You still are and look amazing. You carried my, our child, and you care for her now. You’ve never been sexier to me,” he smirked, kissing your stomach again. “Plus, a little more for cushion for the pushin’ always helps, and I thought your tits were nice before but now…” he chuckled, his hand gripping your thighs.

You chuckled, throwing a pillow at him. Niall stood up and caught the pillow before it came into contact with his face. You both laughed. You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“I love you so much, Niall,’ you whispered, caressing his face and neck, “Now, take your pants off.” He was quick to remove his sweatpants, leaving him in his underwear. You could slightly see his bulge in his sweats, but now it was obvious. You bit your lip, “I don’t want to wait; I want your cock right here, right now,” you mumbled in his ear before kissing behind his ear. You removed his boxers for him and threw them to the side as you kissed and sucked down his neck. You gripped his cock, giving it a couple of pumps causing him to groan. “Now I want you to sit back and relax, baby,” you told him, leading him back onto the bed.

“Yes, ma’am,” he rasped, sitting up against the pillows of the bed.

You crawled over and placed your self on his lap. You aggressively placed your lips on his before sinking on his member. He moaned against your lips as he slowly began rocking his hips against yours. You bit his shoulder to avoid moaning too loud. Even though Niall told you it was okay, you didn’t want to risk it.

“Shit, Y/N, you feel so god damn good,” Niall chanted, pulling your hips down against his. 

You circled his hips causing him to hit your G-spot repeatedly. A small shriek left your lips in response. You wanted to cry out; you wanted to yell and tell Niall how good he was making you feel. Your spine was tingling. You couldn’t help but yourself.

“Niall, oh my god; fuck me harder, please. I need you,” you cried out before he covered your mouth. Your cheeks became red in embarrassment out of your lack of self-control. 

“Do I have to gag you, baby,” he chuckled, “or do I just have to cover your mouth since you can’t control yourself? You hid your face in his chest after shaking your head. He slightly lifted you up and placed you on your back. Your head was close to the edge of the bed. “Good cause I still want to hear you but only you though.”

He thrusted into you again but you contained your moan before he could let it out. He leaned down and kissed the top of your breast, keeping his eyes on yours. You ran your fingers through his brown hair, tugging at them. He groaned against your breast before focusing back on you again.

“Ni, I’m so close,” you breathed out. 

“Me too, baby. Cum for me,” he demanded as he quickened his thrusts. He used his index finger to rub against your cilt, bringing you closer to your orgasm. You stifled your short gasps and cries by covering your mouth against Niall’s chest. Your inevitable orgasm finally came over you as did Niall’s. He found himself covering his our moans against your shoulder as you both reached your climaxes. 

The only noise left in the room was heavy breathing. You both just laid there, your arms wrapped around his neck. 

“I don’t think we should stay here like this,” you mentioned. “Who knows who will come in our room in the morning.”

He nodded, running his hand through his hair before kissing your cheek, “I mean it differently wouldn’t be a sight for sore eyes, if you ask me,” he smiled, rolling off of you. You laughed before picking up your top from off the floor and throwing it on. 

You turned to Niall who was putting back on his underwear and pants. His hair was disheveled, a little bit of sweat laid on his forehead, and you could see the red bit marks you left on his shoulder and the slightly purple marks on your neck 

“It hurts like hell,” Niall mentioned, rubbing his shoulder. “My neck, not so much.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Ni,” you cooed, approaching him. You kissed his shoulder hoping he would forgive you. “Maybe no one will notice.”

“I don’t care if they do,” he told you. “Let’s just go to bed because I’m sure Jess will be looking for her mom in the morning.”

The sound of Jess crying woke up Niall’s parents who eventually woke you both up after giving her a bottle. You and Niall made your way down stairs to greet his parents, Greg, Denise, and Jess. 

You sat down with Denise and Jess, striking up a conversation and spending some time with your daughter. You learned that Theo was watching some TV in the living room while eating breakfast. You saw Niall begin a conversation with his brother.

“So, late night?” Greg asked Niall as he poured a cup of coffee. 

“I mean, we watch a movie last night but–”

“You tell me what you want, but you’re acting like I can’t see the obvious hickeys on my litter brother’s neck,” he snickered. 

Niall laughed and nodded, “Yeah, I do.” 

You over heard Niall and Greg’s conversation and subconsciously over the left side of your neck. Denise over-heard too, and only laughed at you, “So already working on baby number two in his old room?” she asked. 

Before you could come to own defense, Maura step in. “I knew I heard something last night, but Bobby said I was hearing things.”

“To be fair honey, I thought it was their TV,” Bobby responded. 

“Okay, but Niall, when I said you guys could have some alone time, I didn’t mean go to your room and fondle each other like teenagers.”

“I think they did more than fondling,” Greg added. “Y/N did quite the number on ya.”

“No, I think Niall did a major one, but I’m sure he did some we can’t see,” Denise mentioned, whispering the last part to only you.

You and Niall both were blushing pretty hard now, but you both were smiling. Niall kissed the side of your head before wrapping his arms around of you from behind. 

“Ignore them,” Niall told you. “They can’t seem to mind their own business.”

“I mean if you’re doing all your business all over the place,” Maura mentioned.

“I’m sorry, Maura, but your son is kinda a tease,” you chuckled. 

Everyone chuckled and continued their meals. Niall eventually sat down next you, his arm over the back of your chair. You were cleaning up Jess who had slightly spit up on yourself before Niall whispered in your ear, “If I’m such a tease, why don’t you meet me in the shower?”

You bit your lip, still assisting your daughter, “Will I still be the one and only?”

“The one and only.”


Summary:  Dan had always had a tough time orgasming with partners. It was always a sore spot for his ex-girlfriend who took it personally. It wasn’t personal- it was just the fact that he got so wound up and in his head, coupled with the pressure for it to actually happen, that it never did. 

Warnings: SIN

Genre: fluffysmut

Word Count: 2,436

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