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Painted Hearts (1)

part one;

You watched Yuri in the mirror nervously nibbling on her bottom lip while you wrapped her luscious chocolatey locks around a hot wand to form soft perfect curls. All morning she had been a bundle of nerves for this dinner and despite your best efforts to calm her down, her hands were still shaking. “Yuri, you need to relax,” you told her quietly, scooping another inch of hair up and wrapping it around the curler.

“That’s easy for you to say,” Yuri scoffed, rolling her eyes at you. “I’m about ten minutes away from having a nervous breakdown!” Her hands gripped each other tightly in her lap, the colour completely drained.

Unravelling her curl, you arranged it to frame her flawless face, dropping your hand to her arm and squeezing it reassuringly. “I’m sure the two men your mother has chosen are going to be amazing,” you said unconvincingly.

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Fresh-Baked Bread


Okieriete Onaodowan (Oak) x Reader

Summary: It’s just sex. Sex, guys. Also Oak makes bread and dances to jazz music!

Warnings: SMUT. A couple swears.

A/N: @hamiltonwrotetheother51 helped me with dialogue so much and I owe them my life.



You awoke to the sound of rain and the yeasty smell of rising bread. Your bed was cooler than normal, so you figured your fiancé, Okieriete was the one moving around in the kitchen. Stretching luxuriously, you hauled yourself out of bed and shuffled into the kitchen.
Leaning quietly in the doorframe, you watched Oak dance and shimmy to some kind of slinky jazz music. In an amazing display of masculine grace, he pirouetted to face you.

“(Y/N)! The sleeper awakes! Welcome to the world of the living!” He samba-ed over to you, wooden spoon in hand, and scooped you into a tango. Shrieking with laughter, you let him dance you around your small kitchen. He had the spoon between his teeth like a rose.
When the song ended he dipped you down and tossed the wooden spoon off to the side.
Before you could react, Oaks lips brushed against yours. He pulled back for a fraction of a second. His eyes met yours and you knew exactly what he meant to do.

In one swift motion Oak pulled your thighs up and around his hips. Leaning you back over the counter he checked the timer on the oven.
“23 minutes until this is ready baby. You think you can last that long?”
He dipped his head down and gently sank his teeth into your exposed neck. You’re entire body tingled.
“Yes…” you gasped.
He scooped you up.
“Lets go.”

He held you close to him and started walking down the hall towards the bedroom. Kicking the door open, he tossed you on the bed.
“You know the drill, honeybee.” He said, voice low, leaning against the closed door.
“Get those damned clothes off and let me see what I’m up against!”
You started to obey instantly, pulling you shirt off and then your pyjama pant. You were left standing in your panties, which you dropped a moment later. Oak had started to slowly pace towards you, eyes full of lust, a half smile on his full lips.
“Lie back, babygirl…Knees up. Let me look at you…”. His voice was low and quiet and full of promise. You lay back on the edge of the bed, knees bent and legs falling open, shivering as you felt a shock of cool air between your legs. The sensation was fleeting though, because a second later Oaks’ hand was sliding between your folds, up your cleft, stopping with his thumb gently pressing on your clit. He didn’t move. Just kept his thumb there. He leaned over you, hooking your right leg over his shoulder. The tip of his tongue trailed along the outer shell of your ear.
“So wet… You just can’t control yourself around me, can you?” He panted into your ear, pressing his hardening cock against your thigh.
“Goddamit Oak! Get your fucking pants off and give me attention. I deserve it!” You whined. He pulled away from you sharply and you gasped.
Looking up, you saw him stripping his shorts, boxers, and shirt off. When he was finished he ran his hand up your leg, looked at you for a moment before jerking his chin towards the head of the bed.
“Up there. Lie back on the pillows. Gotta make sure you’re comfortable.”
You smiled at how concerned he was for you, moving yourself up as he had asked. He checked his phone.
“We got 12 minutes left (Y/N). Think you can last that long?” He was poised over you. Arms on either side of your head, holding himself above you. You could feel his hips resting between hour legs, the head of his cock nudging against your clit. It was antagonizing.
“Oak I can last forever. Please just give me what I want!” Your hands found his shoulders, ran over his smooth brown skin and pressed at the small of his back. “Oak…”
he smiled.
“I want you to look at me. The whole time. I want to see every expression.”
You needed him so bad right now. A growled “yes sir” left your lips.
He shifted over you and you could feel the head of his cock press into you. You hummed in satisfaction as he slowly pushed his hips forward until his cock was fully snuggled inside you, filling you up completely.
He rested his weight onto his forearms on either side of your head. You felt him start moving in minuscule increments at first, tapping against your g-spot with every movement. Before long he was picking up speed and grunting with every thrust.
You could feel him hitting you hard and deep. Heat began to pool in your belly, your entire body tensing with expectation. You looped your legs around his waist and over his hips, giving him a better angle. You were gasping quietly, gazing at Oak in wonder. The beautiful, chocolate-brown boy that was panting above you.
“Oh…my god… you… do things to… me that… I can’t even… describe!” He huffed. His hips were pushing up and against you frantically. All you could do in response was whimper.
“Oak! I…” he dipped his head down and kissed you hard.
“Come. Now. You’re beautiful when you’re like this. Coming undone under me.” His voice was thick and deep and husky and it sent you over the edge.
The fire inside you erupted, sending tendrils of liquid bliss throughout your entire body. Your body moved involuntarily, back arching into Oaks’ chest, eyes squeezing shut as you held onto him and let your climax shake you. A moment later he groaned and you felt heat rush inside you.
Oak pressed deep into you, panting, arms shaking, before pulling out of you and collapsing on the bed by your side. His dark skin was slick with sweat and his ribs were heaving. You reached over and rubbed his woolly black hair. His eyes fluttered open and he turned to you, gently resting his fingertips against your lips.
“You make me feel things..” he murmured
You laughed and kissed his palm.
He was still looking at you in wonder.
“I’m so in love with you, (Y/N).”
You smiled. “Oak, I love you too, honey.”
He closed his eyes for a second, a smile still playing on those beautiful brown lips.
“Shit!!! I forgot about breakfast!” He threw his clothes back on and sprinted to the kitchen.
You giggled and put your own clothes back on, wandering out when you were finished. The rain was still drumming on the windows but Oak had made an incredible array of breakfast goodies. Including a loaf of fresh-baked bread.

A Regular Jackson Pollock

Summary:  Emma and Killian do home improvement projects to the house when she gets back from the wish realm. A day of painting leads to some…extracurricular activities.

Rating: E (obvs) 

Word Count: ~1950

Author’s Note: Hello, darlings! Miss me? ;) I “did the thing again.” I just needed to get the juices flowing again, so to speak ;). Home improvement projects + paint fights + shower fun. I mean…what more could you ask from me? ;) Tags at the end, as usual. 


It had been a week and a half since Emma and Regina had returned from the wish realm, and things around town were getting back to normal—normal for Storybrooke, anyways. It had calmed down so much that Emma had taken the time to start a list of home improvement project to the house. Their house. Her and Killian’s. (Damn, she would never be over it). Little did she know that for every task that she had listed to undertake, Killian found a way to not only excel at it, but also found a new ways to excite and arouse Emma.

She knew he would be adept at woodwork, considering the amount of times he must have repaired any damage the Jolly had endured. But seeing him in action—as well as in just a simple plain white t-shirt that her father had loaned while doing so—had her wanting to quench his thirst, and not just with a tall glass of water. The way the sweat glistened off of his brow as he hammered away at the wood on the patio…let’s just say Emma needed a cold shower after watching that for longer than was appropriate.

Then, when they built the bookshelf for the living room, he was able to use his hook to help secure all other nuts and bolts into the appropriate slots, as well as the wrenches and screwdrivers. And yet again, he donned the plain white t-shirt. His muscles bulged from underneath the cotton, and she was able to see his chest hair through the fabric. It made her want to forget the task at hand and have him hammer something else entirely. That simple t-shirt began to creep into her dreams, causing her to awaken in the middle of the night to relieve her ache while Killian slept beside her, blissfully unaware of her actions.

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Happy Smut Weekend!

I finished this little diddy just in time! I’m sorry that I can’t tag anyone because I’m at work and I’m lucky that I can get this uploaded!

Foul Mouthed

Negan sat at his desk going over some papers.

He had returned the following night with a truck load of books after raiding a library. I was over the moon, getting to go through them, taking the ones I wanted while the other books went out to the community.

“Fuckin’ hell! Y/N, what the fuck does this say!?” Negan asked, squinting at the paper.

I rolled my eyes, getting up from my spot on the floor. I weaved in and out of the stacks of books to get to his desk.

“Negan, if you’d wear your glasses you’d be able to see it, Honey.” I said, leaning over his shoulder.

“Yeah, well, I can’t find the bastards, so.” He grumbled.

I sighed, opening the drawer to his left. There, his black framed glasses sat. I picked them up, putting them on his nose, giving him a kiss.

He grinned, shrugging, “Thank you.”

I winked at him and turned back to the paper. I squinted myself, not able to read the chicken scratch.

“I have no clue.” I laughed.

“Go back over to your books, you worm.” Negan teased, poking my side.

I leaned away from him, laughing. When I turned to walk around his desk, my foot jammed against the claw of it.

I growled, the pain radiating up my leg.

“Fuckity fuckfuckfuck!” I cursed.

I slapped a hand over my mouth and looked over at Negan.

His eyes were wide and a grin on his face. He slowly looked up and belted out a belly laugh, “Well look at that fuckin’ shit! The mouth on my girl!”

He held his hand out, motioning me back over to him.

I limped back over, sitting on his desk, my feet in his lap.

“Never thought I’d see the day!”

I whined, my cheeks bright red, “Don’t laugh, Negan. That shit hurt.”

He grunted, rubbing my ankle and that’s when I noticed the tent in his pants.

I raised a brow, “Seriously?”

He scoffed, “Well, fuckin’ duh Darlin’. I’ve never heard one goddamn foul word leave that mouth before.”

I hissed when his thumb rubbed over the spot. “Damnit Negan!”

He chuckled, running his hands up my legs, “Say something else, Darlin’.”

Negan slowly stood the higher his hands went up my thighs, “Come on, let me hear that mouth.” He whispered.

When I felt his finger tips dip in to the hem of my panties, I gasped, tilting my head back, “Shit…”

He hummed, leaving wet kisses on my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair, holding his head gently to my neck as he sucked hard on the delicate skin, “Fuck,”

The small patch of skin made a small pop sound as his teeth let go, “That’s it Darlin’.”

His long fingers ran up and down my lower lips, spreading the moister before dipping deeply in to me.

“Oh hell,”

Negan slowly removed his middle finger, circling it around my clit, teasing me, “Now you can do better than that,” his other hand fisted my hair, holding me still as he attacked my lips with a dominating kiss.

I moaned, holding myself up, my palms slipping on the desk.

Negan pulled back, resting his forehead on mine, staring in to my eyes, “Tell me what you want,” he growled, his eyes heavy lidded.

I panted, licking my lips, “I want you to,” I swallowed, gathering the gumption to say the words.

I felt his finger dip back in to me, spurring me on, “Oh shit… I want you to fuck me… so slow.”

I’d never seen Negan move so fast before. He had his belt undone and pants around his ankles in no time flat.

He lifted me so that I rested on the edge of the desk and did just what I asked.

His shoulders were bunched as he slowly slid in to me. My hands held my torso up, leaning me back slightly.

He rolled his hips, finally burying himself in me to the hilt. Negan had to breathe deeply to gain some sort of ground.

“You’re goin’ to have me bustin’ a nut like some teen, Darlin’.” He growled.

I could feel him twitching inside of me, “If you don’t fucking move Negan,” I moaned, warning him.

Slowly he pulled out, the head of his hard length still inside of me, before snapping his hips forward.

He kept the pace slow, but hard and it was just what I wanted.

Taking his hand, he placed it around my neck, gently pulling me up to him. He kissed me, his tounge tasting my lips.

“Come on baby, let me hear you.” He said, against my lips.

He thrusted hard one last time, staying buried within me. With one hand on my neck and the other on the small of my back, he rocked his hips, his pelvis creating a delicious friction with mine.

I could feel myself reaching completion, but I needed to feel him move more than what he was, “Fuck… Just fuck me Negan!” I whined.

“Thought you’d never ask,” he laughed.

His hand tightened slightly on my neck as he began to thrust fast, sending me over the edge.

I threw my head back, moaning so loudly that it echoed in the room.

Negan’s thrusts became unpredictable as he came hard, “Goddamn, baby!” He groaned, his thrusts slowing.

Running his hand down my torso, he held himself up by placing his hands next to my hips.

Our chests heaved, small shocks coursing through our bodies.

Negan was still inside me as he gathered me up and sat down in his chair, me in his lap.

We sat there, petting one another, enjoying the sound of the grandfather clock ticking.

This was one hell of a way to spend the afternoon.

DIY - Fencing

A series of oneshots involving Owen and Amelia redecorating their house. Set 12x23 onwards. Find the other in my masterpost.

Inspired by a particularly sunny weekend the UK is having…

WARNING: smut. Happy Smut Sunday everybody!

“Can you hold this here, and then that there please?” he asked of Amelia as he tried to work out which piece of wood went in the various holes on offer.

“But it’s so hot Owen,” she moaned. “Can’t we just sunbathe and do this another day?”

“Well… it might be hot another day and then we’d forever be putting off the fence, wouldn’t we?”

“It’s not like we need the fence up immediately. I’d rather you sort out the shelves in the study before this to be honest,” she pointed out.

“OK, let’s go inside then,” he tested her.

“No, I want to be outside- it’s too sunny to be indoors,” she insisted.

“I tell you what, if you help me get the fence done, we’ll talk about getting a dog,” he bargained.

“Ooooh ok!” she said, clapping her hands like an excited child.

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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa 2/2

Originally posted by sebastianslilmonster

You guys have been so good to me with the first part to this little sequel ‘I saw Mommy kissing Santa”. I hope you guys enjoy this one.

Summary: It’s Christmas day and nobody is prepared for what’s gonna happen.  Reader x Sebastian

Warning: Fluff and some smut oh boy.

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YouFood Roulette

Title: YouFood Roulette
Authors: @copperbadge and @scifigrl47
Rating: General Audiences
Summary: Steve and Tony get trapped in a foodie YouTube hole, but not before arguing about Tony’s definition of “medical attention”.
Notes: Set in Sam’s foodieverse with a cameo by DJ of Sci’s Botverse.
Warnings: Lots of talk of food, some of it kind of gross. 

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“I’m Sam Wilson,” Sam said, beaming at the camera.

“And I’m Bucky Barnes,” Bucky added, not quite as naturally cheerful, but Steve could tell he always made an effort.

“And this,” Sam said, as if he was about to say the usual is Cheap Eats, but instead Bucky reached under the counter in front of them and lifted a laughing, squirming DJ up to shoulder-height.

“Is DJ’s Cheap Eats!” they chorused in unison.

“Yay!” DJ added, throwing his arms in the air.

“You realize we sent DJ out with two babysitters tonight, and we’re sitting home watching him on YouTube,” Tony said, curled up under Steve’s arm on the sofa.

Steve, a bowl of green-onion popcorn in his lap, turned his head to kiss Tony’s temple as the video played. “We hadn’t seen his video with Sam yet. Anyway, you miss him when he’s not around.”

“I won’t admit it.”

“He’s having a good time out with Sam and Bucky, just like he did for the video,” Steve pointed out.

“Thank God,” Tony said. “Where did they say they were going, anyway?”

“It’s a secret,” Steve told him, as the Cheap Eats opening animation ended.

“DJ is on loan to us from his dad, who’s a friend of the show,” Sam said. Bucky propped DJ on his hip, and DJ gave the camera an especially cute smile. “Because we know that often the people who need cheap, easy eats the most are the ones who are worried about providing healthy meals their kids will actually eat. So today DJ’s gonna help us make some really easy meals your kids will love.”

“Milk and anything in milk,” Tony sighed.

“Hey, I was a picky eater too, and I turned out okay,” Steve reminded him.

“You’re a supertaster.”

“And you know DJ has some sensory stuff going on.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Tony rubbed his face as Sam, in the video, started talking about how to select good breads from the grocery store and what to look for in a cold cut. “It’s not his problem, it’s mine.”

“It doesn’t have to be a problem at all.”

“I just hate that I can’t feed him better.”

Steve rested his chin on the top of Tony’s head. “You feed him fine. Look at him, he’s adorable.”

“The camera adds ten pounds.”

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(Translation) Kare Pillow vol. 10

大好きな彼とHして腕まくらでピロートークされちゃうシリーズ 年上彼氏と温泉デートで 編 (R18! Proceed only if you’re above 18!)

CV. Hirakawa Daisuke


T/N: Commissioned! Thanks for the huge tip as always~! ♥

Tokuten (AfterStory) is included in this post, use CTRL+F to jump to tokuten. More comments at the end to avoid spoilers ahaha


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Imagine food fights with Chris.

With the sun relentlessly beaming down on your face, you were quickly aroused from your sleep. You were expecting a bad hangover after the night you had, but you woke with only a minor headache and slight fatigue; it was thanks to Chris, he had forced an Advil down your throat before putting you to bed.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes, turning to reach for Chris only to find his side of the bed empty. You propped yourself on your elbows, attempting to peer into the ensuite from where you were. The door was wide open and you couldn’t hear any sounds, which could only mean that Chris was downstairs having breakfast or watching TV, or he and Dodger had gone for their morning run.

God, how he could go for a run or do anything physical after last night was beyond you.

It wasn’t until you reached for his pillow that you noticed the note sitting on top of it. You pinched it off the pillow and laid on your back, holding it in front of your face. Your vision was fuzzy because you had only just woken up, and because you weren’t wearing your glasses, but you could make out what he’d scrawled across the paper.

Good morning, my sweet,

Dodger and I went out to get some fresh fruit for breakfast, we’ll be back soon. The coffee’s on the pot so if you’d like to get out of bed to have some while you wait for us to return, you’re more than welcome to. I doubt you’ll even be awake before we get back but- better safe than sorry.

Your ever-loving husband,
Chris.

You smiled and stretched before getting out of bed, taking your glasses with you as you headed to the bathroom to clean up. You caught yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth, noticing that you were still wearing Chris’ white dress shirt from the night before; both of you had spent it at the Oscars and its after party, which was where you and possibly Chris- you couldn’t remember- got ridiculously drunk. You pressed your nose into your shoulder and smiled because the shirt still smelt like he did; of bergamot, vanilla, and sandalwood.

You made your way downstairs and headed for the kitchen. You could smell the coffee even before you turned the corner. On the table was your favorite mug; Chris had gotten it for you for Christmas, it was white with blue snowflakes. You spotted another note with his handwriting, you picked it up and giggled when you read it.

Here I was thinking you were just going to stay fast asleep until Dodger and I got home. :P The cream and sugar are where they always are. I know it’s not Starbucks quality but I hope you enjoy your coffee anyway. If you need another Advil, take it.

You heard noises coming from the front door, then Chris’ voice and Dodger’s scuttling feet across the hardwood floor. You smiled and leaned against the marble counter, sipping your coffee as you waited for them to come through the archway.

“Well well well,” Chris smiled at you. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” He kissed you on the cheek then moved to unpack the groceries. “I honestly didn’t think you’d be awake, I sent Dodger upstairs to go get you.”

“I could tell from the notes you left me,” you chuckled and drew one from him as well. “I’m surprised you’re awake, to be honest. You drank a lot more than I did.” You reminded him, putting your cup down with a thunk.

“You forget I’m a Bostonian,” he chuckled. “We don’t get drunk and we don’t have hangovers. It’s in our genes,” he shrugged nonchalantly and you laughed. “You’re lucky I made you take that Advil last night, otherwise you wouldn’t be laughing right now.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” You hugged him from behind and kissed his shoulder blade. “What did you get?” You poked your head around him to peer at the bags that were filled with fresh fruit. “What are you going to make?”

“Pancakes,” he told you and you felt your smile widen. “These are just toppings. I even got…” He dragged out in a sing song voice, searching the bag for whatever he got. “Marshmallows!” He exclaimed excitedly, holding the bag of mini marshmallows in front of you.

“You’re such a kid,” you giggled.

“Gotta match my wife’s personality,” he teased then kissed the tip of your nose. “Shall we start?” He asked and you nodded. “Grab the mixing bowl and whisk, will you?” You nodded, doing as he asked. “Oh- and the milk and eggs from the fridge.” He instructed then padded over to the pantry to get the dry ingredients.

“Here you go,” you placed the needed items in front of him.

“Okay,” he clapped his hands together. “Let’s get pancaking. Hey-” he pointed at you and you raised an eyebrow. “No food fights,” he warned in a playful tone that meant the complete opposite of what he just said.

“Of course,” you nodded, biting back your smile.

Dodger joined the two of you in the kitchen just as you started mixing the batter. You had the job of pouring the ingredients in the bowl while Chris did the whisking of the mixture. You chatted about little things, laughing at events that had occurred the night before. You didn’t remember playing beer pong with Sebastian and Margarita until Chris reminded you; you and Chris were an unbeatable duo and Seb and Margo were absolutely smashed by the end of the game. You laughed, imagining how they must be feeling this morning.

“Hold it,” Chris stopped you and you narrowed your eyes in confusion. “You have something on your-” he dipped his pinky finger into the batter and poked it on the tip of your nose. “Nose,” he finished, biting back his smile.

“Wow,” you scoffed and chuckled at the same time. “Thank you, I didn’t notice it until just then. You know what though,” you dipped your hand into the bag of flour and grabbed a fistful of the white powder. “You have something-” you tossed it at him and he closed his eyes. “Oh, all over you face.” You said and pressed your lips together, laughing softly through your nose.

“Seriously?” His smile grew wider. “You wanna go big?” His hand dipped into the bag of flour and he tossed a handful in your face before you could dodge out of the way. “You have something all over your face as well.”

Dodger barked and drew both your and Chris’ attention onto him; the poor puppy was covered in flour too. You looked back at Chris and shook your head at him, “see what you did. Now he’s going to run all over the house and leave a trail of flour behind him.”

“Me?” He laughed. “You started the flour tossing, thank you very much. Look over there, look at all the flour behind you.” He pointed behind you and you turned. “Honestly, Y/N. It’s Sunday, I don’t want to spend the day cleaning the house.”

“There’s nothing-” You were met with another fistful of flour when you turned back to him. “Oh my God!” You laughed and he did the same, grabbing his left boob. “You’re such an asshole!” You slapped his arm.

“You look like a ghost,” he laughed louder.

“Well then you better match your wife,” you grabbed a fistful and tossed it at him. He dodged it with ease and snatched the bag away before you could grab another fistful. “Running scared, are we?” You challenged with a smug smile.

“Hey,” he held up the bag with one hand, “I’ve got the ammunition.”

“You’ve got no balls,” you placed your hands on your hips. “That’s why you’re cheating.”

He scoffed and shook his head. You watched as he slowly put the bag of flour down, the smirk on his face only meant trouble for you. You tried to make a run for it before he pounced, but you were too slow for the Super Soldier. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his front, nuzzling his flour covered face into your neck. You shrieked with laughing, hunching in his grip.

“Stop!” You laughed.

“Let’s call a truce so we can have breakfast.”

“Okay okay!” You cried out, choking on your laughter. “Truce!”

The two of you focused on cooking the pancakes without anymore flour tosses, and it took about ten minutes but you finally had a plateful of deliciously fluffy pancakes. You sat on the cold marble bench top, swinging your legs back and forth as Chris cut up a pancake doused in maple syrup.

“You are absolutely filthy,” he chuckled as he fed you. “How is it?” He asked, before taking a bite himself.

“Fantastic,” you smiled then dipped your finger in the bowl of maple syrup. “Cut me another piece please.” You asked and he did; when he looked up from the plate, you touched the tip of his nose with the sticky syrup. “Who’s filthy now?” You asked with a smug smile.

“I don’t know…” He dipped his hand into the maple syrup and wiped it onto your cheek. “You?”

“Chris!” You laughed. “You’re going to pay for this.” You jumped off the bench and took a handful of icing sugar and threw it at his face. Your jaw dropped when you saw him dipped his hand into the Nutella jar, smirking. “Don’t you dare,” you told him and slowly backed away.

You tried to make a run for it but he caught your waist with one arm and smeared the Nutella on your face and into your hair. You screamed and laughed and squirmed in his arms. He laughed and held onto you tightly as he dragged you back to the table to add a touch of icing sugar on you.

“You’re looking absolutely delicious,” he chuckled and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“I’m going to have a lot of trouble trying to get all this mucky stuff out of my hair,” you pouted.

“I will be more than happy to help,” he whispered into your ear with a cheeky, flirtatious tone.

You turned around in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling. You walked him back until he was half sat on the bench, you could tell from the smirk on his face that he was expecting something other than what you had planned. You leaned in inches away from his lips, it was a distraction so you could reach for the open jar of peanut butter and dip your hand into it. Just as he was about to kiss you, you scooped out a big dollop of peanut butter and smeared it into his hair. He made a face and groaned, pretending to be annoyed with you.

“I think you’re going to be way to busy with your own hair,” you giggled, biting your lower lip.

“Alright, alright.” He chuckled. “Let’s call it a truce and eat ‘cause as fun as this is, I’m starving.”

“Okay,” you nodded, smiling.

You and Chris continued eating breakfast with maple syrup, peanut butter, Nutella, flour, and icing sugar, on your clothes, in your hair and all over your faces. As a materialistic actress, you would usually mind being covered in anything other than Chanel but it was different with Chris, you could be covered in mud and be comfortably okay.

“I’m going to go have a shower,” you said and hopped off the island bench top. He nodded and followed behind you as you headed for the stairs. You chuckled and turned around, stopping him with my hand. “Alone, Captain.”

“Aw…” he pouted.

“But you can go have a shower with the kitchen,” you chuckled. “It is dirtier than I am and I’m sure it’ll appreciate the help in cleaning it up. So…Chop chop,” you clapped your hands in his face and he chuckled.

“Are you really going to make me clean up alone?”

“Well…You did start the food fight,” I winced. “It’s only fair that the one who started it, ends it.”

“I don’t want to clean up by myself…” He whined and you pouted, giving him your best puppy dog eyes; his weakness. “Fine, I’ll clean up.” He grumbled and you smiled. “You go have your shower. Time limit of half an hour, please. I too would like to get all this muck off me.”

“Thank you, baby,” you smiled and pecked him on the lips before skipping out of the kitchen.

The Mess We Made

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Summary: Bucky’s birthday surprise for you takes a surprising turn when he tries to bake you a birthday cake

Warnings: FLUFF

Word count: 1046

A/N: This is a birthday gift for my favourite baker, @bucky-plums-barnes because she’s a ray of sunshine and I love her. Gen, I know we only started to talk recently but this is only a small gesture compared to what you’ve done for me. I love you more than you know.

Happy birthday sweetheart! 


Originally posted by freetrolltv

The soft rays of sunlight streaming through the window and warming up your skin are what wake you up.

Slowly, you lift your arms above your head, letting out a yawn before reaching out to the left side of the bed, finding it empty. There’s a lingering warmth on the sheets though, so Bucky must’ve left only a short while ago.

Rubbing the sleep off your eyes, you detangle yourself from the sheets, putting on a soft robe and heading outside your bedroom, bare feet padding against the floor as you walk towards the study.

However, he sound of something metallic falling against the floor, followed by a string of hushed curses makes you stop dead on your feet. A soft smile forming on your lips when you notice the sweet smell wafting from another room in the house

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Napping

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Kim Junmyeon/Reader
Warnings: Smut/Minor breath!play
Word Count: 2,165


You were vaguely aware that you’re lying on your side when you were woken up by feather like kisses along your shoulder and your neck. You squeezed your eyes and wiggled slightly trying to wake yourself up when you felt a hand sneak up the large T-shirt you were wearing and gently squeeze your waist. 
“Hey, princess”

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Step Up ML Edition

@snowybowey well here goes nothing….. 

I can’t dance so this is something…. oh man I don’t know.


Marinette was a ballet dancer at an art school. Well mostly ballet, she also did other various classical dancing forms but her best by far was ballet. On the dance floor Marinette was graceful, elegant even. She was everything she wasn’t normally. But Marinette had a secret a very very big secret. Attending the most prestigious dance academy wasn’t enough for Marinette because there were things they didn’t teach you there, things that she very much wanted to learn. So on selective nights Marinette would attend underground clubs and bars where people danced and moved their bodies in ways you wouldn’t believe! Marinette had never seen dancing like this. They could move their bodies in ways no one thought possible at the academy. She spent these nights watching and occasionally trying things out. In time Marinette could just about break dance, if the beat was right she could crunk, she learned to move.

One dancer in particular always caught her eye. No one seemed to know his real name. He wore a black cap and a black hoodie with a green paw print stamped over his left breast. When he was dancing you never really saw his face, it was too dark in the club and he moved too quickly. When he danced… no one cared about his face all they cared about was how his body moved. You would think the boy didn’t have a bone in his body, that he was light as air. He would run up the wall and flip, he would snake his shoulders effortlessly and he moved his hips in a way even Shakira would be jealous off. Marinette wanted to dance with him. She wanted to learn from him, to move the way he did to move in synch with him the only problem was he never danced with anyone. They called him Chat Noir- Black Cat. He always wore black, and always danced alone that is until one night.

Marinette had ventured out onto the dance floor, it was amateur night, and while she was no amateur to dance she still felt too new to hip hop to dance on any other night here. She spun on her hands then let herself flip onto her back before kicking her legs out and landing on her feet. When she landed on her feet he was there facing her green eyes boring into hers. He smirked at her before taking her hand and running them straight towards a wall together they ran up the wall and flipped back onto the floor. As soon as her feet were on the floor He spun her into him dipping her lower and lower until she stuck her hands out behind her touching the floor. She flipped back out of his arms standing now on her hands and then dropping to her feet. He smiled sashaying over to her and flipping her over his shoulder. Still hand in hand she spun downward while he jump spinned over her and on and on they went all night barely registering the loud cheers of the crowd behind them. They danced and danced until sirens sounded in the distance….


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Christmas Cookies

Merry Christmas Eve! And happy almost Hanukkah! AND almost Kwanzaa! And if you celebrate anything else, happy that too! I hope you guys enjoy this time with your family and friends and beloved pictures of Sebastian Stan. I am continuing the Christmas fluff today! YAY! Happy Saturday! 

Warnings: Fluff, language

Originally posted by butteryplanet

It was Christmas Eve morning. Bucky had just returned from his run and was in the shower. You had been tidying your room in the tower, getting ready for the little party for the team tonight. 

Before Bucky got out of the shower, you ran downstairs to whip up some eggs for him and yourself. You chowed down on yours without waiting for him because you had to get busy. 

Tony had assigned you to make the Christmas cookies for tonight. Making enough for the team was quite a feat and would probably take you most of the morning and would steal some of your afternoon too. Those big boys loved their cookies.

But you were determined to make more than enough for the team and they would be pretty and decorated, goddamnit! And made from scratch. Mamma didn’t raise no fool.

Ingredients covered the counter tops and you already had flour on your shirt when Bucky came in the kitchen. 

 “Woah! It looks like Santa’s kitchen exploded in here!” He laughed.

You shook your head and giggled, looking around. That is what it looked like.

“There are eggs for you on the table. How was your run?”

“Thanks, babe.” He stood behind you and his nose rubbed against your cheek before he kissed you. “And the run was good. Cold.” he added with a breathy laugh.

His hands pulled an apron over your head and tied it behind your back. “Remember this? This is so you don’t ruin your clothes with flour.” He shook his head.

“Oh, you noticed that huh?” You giggled, a blush creeping up on your cheeks. 

He hummed and carefully pulled your hair tie off your wrist and over your dirty fingers. He pulled your hair into a ponytail to get it out of your face and to stop more flour from caking in it as he laughed at you. 

“Now, what can I do to help?”

Before you could answer, Sam ran into the kitchen. “Glad you asked, bud!”

“I didn’t ask you, Sam.” he teased. 

“Either way, I need your help getting Natasha’s present inside. It’s pretty big,” he said with pride.

“Nothing like last minute shopping,” you said.

“The best kind of shopping,” he directed at you. “Come on, man, help a bro out,” he pleaded with Bucky.

Bucky looked at you with a face that showed his apology. 

“I’m fine here! Go help the man.”

Sam ran up to you and kissed you on the cheek. “Thanks, (Y/N).”

Bucky grabbed his arms and shooed Sam away from you. “No touchin’ my girl, Sam.”

Bucky kissed you on the cheek before saying “I’ll be back to help,” as Sam dragged him off to the garage.

While Bucky was helping Sam you made two batches of cookie dough and had placed spoonfuls on a sheet. They were ready for the oven and as it preheated, you started making the frosting.

A half an hour passed before Bucky returned to you in the kitchen.

“That must have been a big present!” You laughed as he tied his hair back and washed his hands.

“It was a really big present,” he corrected you.

“Do you think it will finally make her say yes to a date with him?”

“If it doesn’t, he won’t stop trying.”

You could still hear him laughing at poor Sam’s expense as he rounded the corner and put Christmas music on the stereo.

“I knew there was something missing,” you said before humming along to the carol. 

You felt his body behind yours before you saw his hand shoot under your arm and dip into the bowl of frosting you were mixing.

You swatted his hand away. “Those are for the cookies!”

“Or we could eat it all now. They’d never know,” he said in a deep, alluring tone. He dipped his finger in the green frosting and brought it up to your mouth.

You sucked the sugary icing off his finger and heard a moan grumble in his throat. You had to put a stop to where this was going or you’d never get these cookies done for tonight. 

Before he could rub up against you and make you delirious, you hatched an idea. 

In the same way he did, you dipped your finger in the icing, turned around in his arms and giggled at his mouth open and waiting for the treat. Instead of putting your finger in his mouth, you smeared the frosting on the tip of his nose, ducked under his arm, and ran away. 

You left him standing in front of the counter with an astonished look on his face and an evil smile. You knew he was planning on coming after you. 

Before you could figure out what was happening, he used his Super Soldier abilities against you. You tried to run out of his reach but his hands landed on your hips and he lifted you over his shoulder and carried you squealing and shaking over to the counter.

He put you down and stood you between the counter and his hips, locking you in place so you couldn’t get away as he covered your face in frosting war paint.

Your squeals and laughs made his heart clench. They were his favorite sounds in the world, especially when he was making them happen. 

When Bucky was satisfied with your camouflage his smirk returned and his hands fell to your waist. You grabbed both sides of his face and pulled his lips to yours, giving him a sloppy kiss, and rubbing your frosting covered fingers on his face. You pulled away and laughed at the streaks on his cheeks and the green lip and nose marks around his mouth.

“Gotcha,” you murmured as you folded your arms around his shoulders. He leaned down to kiss you again, but this time you were interrupted.

“So when can I get some of these cook- hoooolyyy shit,” Sam sung as he looked at the mess you two made in the kitchen. 

When you both pulled away from your kiss and he got a load of your faces he threw his hands in the air and turned away mumbling, “Can’t let these two do anything together.”

You smirked and returned your gaze to Bucky. 

“It’s your fault.” He said.

“You started it!” You giggled until he shut you up with a frosting kiss.

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Skinny Dipping (Luke smut) DAY 8!

Summary: Calum dares you and your boyfriend, Luke, into something you’ve never tried before

Requested? Yes but I managed to lose the request :(

Warnings: This is smut!

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Pls,,, why can’t I be Y/N :( Find Smutty September here!

Originally posted by 5sos-place

“I swear, you two are a disaster.”

At Calum’s slicing words, both you and your boyfriend, Luke, simultaneously break into a bewildered frown. 

“What are you talking about?” Luke asks, shifting from his position with his head resting in your lap. Your fingers continue to wrap around the strands of hair, enjoying the silky texture.

“You never do anything fun!” Calum exclaims, chocolate brown eyes carved into slits as he watches the both of you. “When was the last time you did something for a thrill? Or a dare? Either of you?”

You look down to see Luke concentrating, pink tongue caught between his pearly whites. “Ummm…”

Calum nods, slapping his knee. “See! This is what I’m talking about! You’re only young once, you guys need to get out more and live a little.”

“And how do you suggest we do that?” You ask, confused as to what he actually wants from you. 

“Go skinny dipping in your neighbour’s pool.”

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Mornin’

Inspired by this fic “Rudely Interrupted By Scruff”

Words: 1K

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Lazy morning in the life of a hairy-faced Winchester

Warnings: Too much fucking fluff. It’s 6 am okay? I didn’t mean to.

A/N: I was bored and I read that and decided I wanted to do something similar. If @imadeangirl-butimsamcurious ​ you want me to take it down, I totally understand. I don’t mean to steal your idea I was just bored. IF you want it deleted just say the word. Happy new year everyone. I love y’all. Gifs are irrelevant but eh.

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Originally posted by jentumbies


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Just Desserts

Requests: So, I kinda smashed a few requests together for this. I had several requests for a sequel to Just For Fun, my Soulless!Sam fic. I mixed those with one of my kink submissions of using food during sex to come up with this plot-less piece of gratuitous smut. Happy reading, guys! XOXO

Word Count: 1659

Warning: smut, some dirty talk, is using ice cream during sex a warning?

A/N: I’m actually almost done with the next installment of this as well, should be up tomorrow! (Also, I think classyrapist and idjitmonkey should check this one out, since they liked the last one. <3)

Sam wasn’t the problem. Sam had done nothing but give you the best sex you’d ever had. Three times. You’d finally stretched out in your bed afterward, alone and satisfied, never to mention it again. That was how you had both wanted it, and how it should have happened. But neither of you considered Cas.

“You had sex with Sam,” Cas said to you the next morning as you poured your cereal.

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Worth the Wait: Josh Dun

Request:  could you make one of Josh Dun, where it’s a stormy day and you guys spend it inside at your place and end up making love throughout the day, maybe a little riding Josh ending with cuddling. lol Is that okay? :)

Word count: 2,000+

Warning: NSFW

I opened my eyes and let them adjust to the light. Slowly sitting up, I looked beside me, disappointed to see empty, white bed sheets. Josh had gotten back from tour last night and I promised myself I would stay up until he got home. The night before I had bought a new lingerie set that I knew Josh would like, and I had every intention of showing him what he was missing while he was away. Unfortunately, as 11 turned into 12 and then into 3 am, I found that it got increasingly harder to keep my eyes open. Needless to say, Josh came home to his girlfriend snoring in sweatpants; which was not at all what I intended.

Rubbing my eyes, I hopped out of bed and hugged Josh’s hoodie closer to my body as I adjusted to the temperature of the room. I slowly made my way to our bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and oh boy was I looking rough. My hair was in a giant pile on top of my head with random tuffs falling in my face, and I swore I saw a trail coming out of the corner of my mouth were drool had no doubt made its escape.

“Oh man, I need a shower,” I groaned, my voice hoarse from my deep sleep.

I turned on the hot water for the shower and rid myself of Josh’s hoodie and sweats that I borrowed with no intention of returning. I still had the black lacey underwear set on underneath. No matter how many times I saw myself in it, I always marveled at the way the strappy bustier made my cleavage look perky and the black thong complimented my rear. Too bad I’d have to wait another 24 hours to show it off.

Stepping gingerly into the shower, I let the hot water wash over my body. And as much as I wanted to take my sweet time, the fact that my boyfriend, who I hadn’t seen in six months, was downstairs wasn’t lost on me. So after quickly washing my hair and body, I hopped out of the shower, now fully awake and ready to see my favorite guy.

I dried off and slipped back into the hoodie and sweats I had on before. With both Josh and I being notorious nappers, seeing each other in less than flattering pajamas and hairstyles wasn’t out of the ordinary. Regardless, I wanted to make sure I at least smelled flattering before I saw him for the first time in a half a year. Speaking of which, I grabbed my toothbrush and mouthwash and proceeded to get rid of my morning breath.

Taking a deep breath, I walked out of our shared bedroom and down the stairs. I peeked my head around the corner at the bottom of the stairs and as soon as I saw Josh standing in the kitchen I sprinted across the hardwood floor.

“Jooosssshhhhh!” I squealed.

He turned around just in time for me to run into his arms. I buried my face into his bare chest and took in his familiar scent. We embraced each other, neither of us wanting to let go. I loosened my grip around his torso, however, to take a step back and get a good look at him. Josh and I had facetimed plenty and I kept up with all of his and Tyler’s behind the scenes tour videos, so it wasn’t like his face was unfamiliar or anything, but seeing him in person was so much better than through my phone.

He was just as handsome, or even more so, as I remembered. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the soft red curls falling over his forehead, the stubble dotting his cheeks, or his toned chest- they all made my skin tingle in the best way possible.

“(Y/N), I missed you so much,” he breathed out.

I got my tip-toes and finally, after six whole months, connected our lips. Josh was the one to tilt his head and deepen the kiss, brushing his tongue across my bottom lip. Of course I opened my mouth slightly, eager to feel what I had gone without while he was away. When it came to intimacy, Josh and I were nowhere near conservative and masturbation was almost a necessity when he was on tour, but facetime-sex was not even close to the real thing.

We separated for air, “I’m sorry I didn’t wait up for you. I meant to, but I just got really tired and-”

Josh chuckled, “It’s okay, (Y/N). I didn’t expect you to; I didn’t even get home until, like, 4 am.”

“I know, I know. I just wanted to surprise you. But it’s alright, I’ll make it up to you, we can go out and do whatever you want.” He raised his eyebrows at me, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

He wordlessly gestured behind me, towards the back door. I slowly turned my head and looked out the glass doors. Disappointed at what I saw, I let out a heavy sigh. I had apparently failed to notice the rain falling from the sky in gallons. No way were we going anywhere in that mess.

“Well great, that kinda puts a damper on things,” I looked up at Josh.

“It’s okay babe, we can just watch a movie or something.”

“No, Josh. You are not spending your first day back from tour on the couch. I’ll think of something…” I trailed off, racking my brain for fun things to do.

Movie? No. Board game? Definitely not. Maybe we could-

I gasped, “Oh! Josh I know what we can do!”

Josh chuckled at my enthusiasm, “Yeah? What do you suggest?”

I smirked at him, “It’s a surprise.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me, but before he could question me any further I pecked him on the lips and turned back towards the stairs. As much as I wanted to stay in his arms, I was eager to show him my surprise. I was going to save the “unveiling” for tonight, but what better for Josh to do than me?

I anxiously poured myself back into the black number that still smelt like the perfume I was wearing last night. Removing the hair-tie from my hair, I watched it fall from the top of my head. I fixed it so it looked effortlessly sexy. Finishing with my favorite black nylon thigh high stockings, I smiled at my reflection in the mirror before prancing downstairs.

Stopping halfway down the stairs, I called out to Josh, “Josh? Close your eyes… are they closed?”

“Yes they are definitely closed.”

I sighed, Josh was good at a lot of things, but lying wasn’t one of them, “Joshua! Close your eyes!”

“Okay, okay, fine they’re closed!”

I smiled to myself and walked downstairs. I was met with Josh, standing in the middle of the living room, with his big hands covering his eyes.

“Okay, you can open them,” I said slowly.

Josh removed his hands and opened his eyes. I stood there, waiting to see his reaction. His lips parted as he took in my appearance.

“Oh… wow, baby, uh… wow,” he breathed out.

I smiled and walked over to him, “You like it?”

He nodded quickly, “Yeah- yeah, I do.”

“I wanted to surprise you with it last night, but… you know.”

Josh brought me into his arms and kissed me, “It was worth the wait.” He mumbled into my lips.

I pulled away from the kiss, “Don’t speak to soon,” I smiled up at him.

Josh trailed his hands down my sides and along the curve of my hips, his hands coming to rest on my bum. He splayed out his hands and pulled me into him. The sudden movement created a lovely friction in a place that had been neglected for far too long.

Grabbing the back of his neck with one hand, I pulled Josh into a heated kiss. My other hand, however, had different intentions. I trailed my manicured finger down his chest and down to the waistband of his sweats. Feeling Josh smirk into the kiss gave me the courage to dip my hand into his sweats and palm him over his boxers.

“Sweats and boxers? Who are you?” I whispered in his ear.

Josh let out a groan, “I know, classy right?”

He hummed and held onto my wrist, “If you keep that up I’m going to cum in my boxers.”

I removed my hand and giggled, “Sorry, I just really, really missed this.”

The red-haired boy nodded and dipped his head to connect his lips with my exposed cleavage, leaving marks in his wake. He traveled all the way from my chest up to my neck. It might’ve been a while since we’d had sex, but Josh clearly still knew my body just as well as he did before he went off on tour. He found my sweet spot, the spot that made goosebumps appear on my neck and all the way down my legs, and I arched my back.

“Joshhhhhhh,” I wiggled my hips, eager to create some much needed friction.

He smiled at me, “Upstairs?”

I nodded and let out a small squeal as Josh picked me up bridal style and headed towards our bedroom.

Josh lightly tossed me onto our unmade bed. When I made contact with the duvet, I already had my thong halfway down my thighs.

“Someone’s a little eager, yeah?” Josh said, slowly trailing his hands from my ankles down to my thighs.

I nodded, “It’s been soooo long baby,” I whined.

Josh chuckled, “I know, I know, but I wanna take it slow, okay? I want this to be special.”

I nodded yet again, “Okay.”

I understood where he was coming from; it was the first time we’d been together in six months after all.

Josh’s calloused fingers finally made their way to my core. He traced a stripe up and in between my folds, gathering all the precum that had dripped down. I shivered at the sensation. The feeling only intensified when he dipped a finger inside me. Adding another finger and pumping them slowly caused a high-pitched moan to escape my mouth.

My hand gripped onto his bicep, “Oh Joshhh,” I moaned, my voice shaky.

“You ready?” He asked, keeping his slow pace.

“Yes Josh, oh god yes,” I groaned as I felt a knot form in my stomach.

Of course, in true Josh fashion, he promptly removed his fingers. I whimpered at the sudden loss of contact, but quieted myself as I observed Josh step back and pull down his sweats and boxers in one swift motion. Watching his arm and chest muscles flex as he did the simple task, made me even more eager for what was to come next. His erection sprung free and I didn’t take my eyes off of it even as he slid a condom onto his length.

I scooted farther up the bed, knowing that Josh liked to anchor himself using the headboard.  

“Get up, please.”

I chuckled at his ill-timed manners, “What? Why?”

He blushed and rubbed his chin, “I was, uh, thinking maybe you could ride me?”

I smiled and got up, making room for Josh to sit with his back against the headboard. Once he was settled, I straddled him, placing a hand on each of his shoulders. Lowering myself onto him, I finally got to feel the length I had been missing.

Finally, I got adjusted and began to move. Josh placed his hands on my bare hips and helped me find my rhythm. Staying true to his word, he kept me going slow and steady.

“Oh my god Josh,” I moaned, Josh’s tip brushing over my g-spot.

Josh groaned, “You’re doing such a good job baby, oh god I love you so much.”

Josh’s words encouraged me to circle my hips, keeping my slow pace. I felt myself clench around him as his tip repeatedly hit my spot. He threw his head back and groaned, eventually matching my thrusts. I looked down at Josh’s hips, thrusting his length up into me and I let out a pornographic moan.

“Ohhhh so so good baby,” Josh mumbled, his eyes screwed shut.

I gasped as Josh’s hand began rubbing slow circles on my clitoris. The sensation was almost too much as he brought me to my high. Moaning Josh’s name, I shook with pleasure as my orgasm washed over me. Josh helped me ride out my high as he chased his own, finally finding it a few seconds later. I let out a string of incomprehensible words as I collapsed onto his chest.

Josh let out a deep breath, “I love you, (Y/N).”

I hummed in response, currently too spent to reply. My legs felt like jelly and my over-sensitive core throbbed.

After a couple minutes, I pulled myself off of Josh and rolled to my side of the bed. He removed the condom, quickly discarding it in the trash, and joined me under the covers. Josh wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on the top of my head.

I hummed, “That was nice.”

Josh chuckled, “Yeah. It was.”

I looked up at him, “Was it still worth the wait?”

“Definitely,” he nodded, “Now how ‘bout round two?”

I groaned, “Nap first, then we’ll see.”

Josh laughed, “I love you (Y/N).”

I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes, “I love you too Josh.”

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Okay so I really hope I did your request justice because I really really liked the idea so idk 

Hands All Over

(This was an anonymous fic submission. Fic not mine)

Originally posted by winterfellcobain

The jet was quiet. Everyone sat across from each other, not making eye contact or saying a thing. We were all exhausted and eager to get back to our quarters in the tower so we could go our separate ways. 

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KBTBB fanfic: Touching the Goods

This was requested by an anon. This is based off of my previous fanfic, “MC has a pear shaped body”. I hope you enjoy it! 😄

The bidders invited you to go to the beach with them and you immediately refused.
“A princess deserves a break from work.”
“Come on Koro it’ll be fun.”
“Yeah kid, loosen up a little.”
“Don’t be as loose as Mamo though.” Eisuke says and Soryu tries to hold in his laugh.
“Say that again to my face you millionaire prep!” Mamo takes his cigarette out of his mouth and glares at Eisuke.
“Billionaire, actually.”
“Thanks for the invitation but I really don’t want to go.” You’d have to be crazy to agree to go out with them all at once.
“Why not?” Baba looks at you with his flirtatious grin.
“Is that a trick question?” Seriously, you can tell by his look that he just wants to see you in a swimsuit.
Soryu slowly walks by you and whispers, “I’ll keep these creeps away from you.”
“Oooooh is Soryu saying dirty things to you? Sor if you freak her out, Koro won’t go to the beach with us.”
They beg and beg and beg. They just won’t stop.
“Ugh fine! Just stop asking me. I’ll go!”
“Yay!!” Baba and Ota are obviously very happy and the other three men have smirks on their faces.

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Beach day! You were picked up by a limousine and went to the beach with the bidders. You’re wearing your swimsuit under your clothes. You take off your shorts and tank top to reveal a cute tankini. The top is navy blue with some white accents and your bottoms are black. You can feel their gazes on you and you try to ignore it.
“Hot damn.”
“If you keep staring at me, I’ll smother you with a towel.”
“Whoa hot and feisty.”
“I’m going in the water.” They probably aren’t going to go in right away so you figured that you’ll keep your distance by being in the water.

When you are far enough from the men, they huddle up.
“Holy shit.”
“Her cuuuuuurrrvves.”
“_____ looked great in that dress but in a swimsuit, wow, she’s not even in a bikini and she’s still hotter than the sun.”
“Baba you need to stop with those lines.”
“You’re just jealous Eisuke.”
“Ok, ok. Let’s make a bet.” Ota says.
“Bet on what?” Mamo puffs his cigarette.
“Whoever touches _____’s curves without having her lash out or freak out on you wins.” Ota proposes.
“And the losers go skinny dipping!” Baba suggests excitedly.
“Oh god.” Soryu says looking slightly disgusted.
“I’m in.” Mamo says.
“Me too. I’ll win for sure.”
“Don’t be too sure of yourself Eisuke. I have a way with women.”
“Baba you can’t even keep a woman.”
“Sor that’s mean. I’m in too. A pet mustn’t flinch at their master’s touch.”
“You guys are so weird. Why do I even spend time with you?”
“Are you in or not?”
“Tch, fine.”
“Good we start now!”

You get out of the water and reach for your towel.
“How’s the water kid?”
“Not too bad. You guys should go enjoy the water instead of having secret huddles.” You tease.
“Whaaaaat? Secret huddles?” Ota says.
“Wow that was a suspicious ‘what’ Ota.” Soryu says with an annoyed tone.
“What’s going on guys?” They’re acting weird all of a sudden.
“None of your concern _____.” Eisuke hushes you.
“Ok…I think I’m going to go in again. I just got out to check on you guys.”
“Aww how thoughtful of you princess.” Baba is about to put his arm around your waist but you slap his arm away.
“The pretty lady is hot and feisty.”
“Ugh shut up you flirt.”
“Thank you.” Calling him a flirt wasn’t supposed to be taken as a compliment but whatever.
Eisuke comes up from be behind you and places his hands on your hips and you immediately move away.
“What are you doing Eisuke?”
“I’m admiring the horizon.” He says with a straight face.
“And you need to grab me to look at it?”
Eisuke walks away and passes Soryu, “Damn it, I was close.”
“Not really Eisuke.”
“What did you say?” You ask.
“None of your business _____.”

There have been many more failed attempts to touch you. Soryu was “helping” you stay balanced in the water, Ota pretended that he tripped and was falling and used your body to catch his fall by grabbing you (he still managed to fall on his face…oops), Baba was being Baba, Eisuke was very nonchalant during his attempts, and Mamo was smoking for the whole time except for when he had to “get around you” and placed his hand on you to throw away a cigarette.
The bidders had another small meeting, “Ok if none of us win, do we all have to go skinny dipping?”
“Oh hell no! I’m not doing this for nothing! There has to be a winner.” Soryu says firmly.
“Ok how about this, if no one wins no one will go skinny dipping.”
“Deal.” They all agree.
“Oh god I’m so cold,” you just got out of the water again, “can someone had me my towel please?”
Mamoru picks up your towel from the ground.
“Thank you Mamo. What are you doing?”
“Can’t a man wrap a towel around a woman?”
“O-Ok sure.” You can’t help but blush as he gently wraps the towel around your damp body. He makes it tighter and places his hands on your hips. He leans in to whisper in your ear, “Is that good?”
“Mhmm, thank you Mamo. Oh umm…”
“What is it kid?”
“Uhh well…you’re touching me.”
“Oh I’m sorry.”
“No it’s fine. Don’t worry about.”
“Wow I think we have a winner.” Ota says.
“Winner?”
“Shit.” Soryu curses under his breath.
“Wait what’s happening?”
“We’ll explain later kid but right now I suggest that you shut your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Do you want to see Ota, Baba, Eisuke, and Soryu naked?”
“What!? Oh god no!” In that instant you shield your eyes.
The four men take off their swimming trunks and start walking towards the water. You hear Mamo whistle like some men whistle to a woman when they think she’s attractive. You sneak a peek and see their naked silhouettes.
“The water is too cold for my private area.” Ota whines.
Eisuke and Soryu don’t seem happy at all by the situation.
“My jewels are going to freeze!” Baba yells.
“Oh god gross!”
“Seriously?”
“We didn’t need to hear that.” The men all say in disgust.
After the skinny dipping, the men dry off and put on their swimming trunks. The limo is there to pick you up. On the ride home the bidders explain the bet that they made.
“I can’t believe you guys did that! No wonder you seemed all touchy feely. And that explains why Baba was extra pervy.”
“Whoa hey now, I just love women ok. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“That doesn’t mean you can act like a perv Baba.”
“Ouch, that hurt Sor.”
“So I have to ask, how did Mamo win? Do you have the hots for him?” Ota asks.
“What a pain.” Mamoru tries to ignore the conversation.
“I don’t like him in that way.”
“Oh tough luck Mamo.” Ota teases.
“Why the hell would I care. I’m just glad I didn’t have to go skinny dipping.”
“I’ve never seen his gentler side before so I didn’t even realize that he was touching me until a little later.”
“Mamo had a soft side?” Baba asks surprised.
“Cops aren’t soft.”
“Pft, you barely pass for a cop.” Eisuke laughs.
“Hey!”