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Mirror, Mirror (Tom Holland Smut)

request: nah i woke up and this concept popped into my head bc i’m 4ever alone + occasionally sexually frustrated bc of thomas stanley holland

short summary: tom makes sure u know how to take care of yourself while he’s away if u get my drift ;)

length: 1.8k words

warnings: this is smut. lol. slight daddy kink. a bit of choking.

A/N: this is my first time writing smut let’s hope all the times i’ve read smut have prepared me for this moment. amen. lol i half proof read this don’t come at me (also just got a new macbook yesterday so i’m christening it by writing smut LOL)


“I don’t want you to leave Tom,” you pouted. He would be leaving for Montreal in the morning to start shooting for Chaos Walking. Even though you were a major fan of the books and their author, Patrick Ness, you weren’t ecstatic at the prospect of your boyfriend leaving you for such a long period of time. 

“You know I have to,” he replied with a sigh as he cuddled you tighter. The two of you had opted to spend the night in watching movies and soaking up each other’s presence for one more night. “But we don’t have to worry about that until the morning.” You simply hummed against his chest in response. 

“But what am I going to do without you? Who will take care of me?” you mumbled with a frown. You knew you sounded clingy, but at the same time you didn’t really care. You wanted him to stay. Tom pulled away from you slightly so he could look you straight in the eye.

“I’ll always take care of you, darling. You know that,” he said with a serious expression. Of course you knew that mentally, but physically he couldn’t if he was all the way in Canada. He didn’t seem to understand, so you decided to show him.

Getting up and straddling Tom’s sitting form, it was your turn to look him straight in the eye. His hands instinctively went to hold your hips. Slowly grinding yourself down on him, your boyfriend’s eyes began to darken slightly with lust.

“You can’t take care of me like this, though, babe,” you whispered next to his ear as you dragged your hips excruciatingly slowly over his growing erection. Starting to leave a line of light kisses down his jawline, he stops you.

“Then why don’t I show you what to do while I’m gone, then?” he challenged, lightly stroking your slightly arched back.

“Alright then Holland, show me how it’s done,” you replied with a smirk. The second the word “done” left you lips, he threw you over his shoulder, taking you from the living room into the bedroom. Instead of dropping your body on the bed like you expected, he set you down in front of the full length mirror next to your closet. Oh.

Sitting behind you, Tom situated you so you were sat in between his legs. Taking a look into the mirror, you almost laughed at your appearance. You were clad in one of his t-shirts, a random pair of blue panties, and your favorite green fuzzy socks. Tom was sporting a pair of gray sweats and nothing else. Wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer, he rested his chin on your head.

“Don’t worry princess, daddy will make sure you’re all taken care of,” he purred softly. You shivered in anticipation as he moved his chin from your head to your shoulder, looking at each of your reflections in the mirror. “Does that sound good?” you merely nodded your head, but he gave you a brief slap on the thigh.

“Use your words, darling,” Tom reprimanded with a shake of his head. 

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered. He smiled and softly stroked the area of your thigh he’d smacked.

“Why don’t we get this off then, hm? Don’t take your eyes off of the mirror,” he requested, tugging on the shirt adorning your body. You slowly lifted your arms, and Tom tugged it off of you, both of you watching his actions in the mirror with eager, lustful expressions. 

“My beautiful girl,” Tom said breathlessly as he drank in your appearance. You’d forgotten that you ditched your bra earlier in the day and instinctively raised your arms to cover your breasts.

Tom frowned and halted your actions. “You truly are the most beautiful angel, you know?” he then gave u a brief kiss on the cheek as you blushed.

His hands started to travel south at an agonizingly slow pace starting at your chest as every sense in your body seemed to sharpen and electrify. The fact that he was making you watch seemed to awaken something inside of you. You could feel your panties dampening and he hadn’t even reached down there yet. A small whimper made its way out of your throat.

“Please, baby,” you whispered. Tom merely shushed you.

“All in due time, princess, all in due time.” Moments later, he had one hand between your legs, with his opposite arm wrapped around your waist protectively. 

“Do you ever touch yourself, thinking of me, while I’m gone?” he questioned, the hand in between your legs stroking you inches away from where you needed him most.

“No, daddy,” you replied honestly. You always thought about trying it, but never felt it would be as satisfactory as when your boyfriend was there to do it for you. 

“Hmm, while that’s the answer I love to hear, we’re going to have to change that aren’t we? I don’t want you to suffer too much while I’m away.” He started to leave a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your throat while still avoiding plunging his glorious fingers into your pussy.

Just as you were about to beg, his pushed aside your panties, too impatient to take them off, and began to viciously pump a finger, in and out. You couldn’t help the moan that pierced the air from your throat.

“More, Tom, I need more,” you moaned as your hips kept squirming and bucking up. His arm kept you from moving too far.

“I can’t give you more unless you keep still, darling,” he said with a slight laugh. It took everything in you to keep yourself from thrashing wildly to do as he said. You could feel his thumb resting on your clit and you desperately wanted him to do something, anything, to add to the pleasure you were feeling.

“Wrap your hand around my throat,” you said suddenly, surprising both him and yourself. Unsure of where that idea had come from, you strangely didn’t regret it. The more and more you thought about it, the more and more you wanted Tom do it. He, on the other hand, seemed unsure.

“Are you sure?” he said hesitantly, seeming to break out of the trance he was in. He stopped all movements to look at you directly through the mirror. But you nodded.

“Like…nothing crazy, but yeah. I really want you to.” you replied confidently. “I’ll just scratch your arm or something if it’s too much.”

After a few more seconds of deliberation, he removed the arm he had wrapped around your waist, raised it, and carefully wrapped his hand around your throat. 

“Like this?” he asked, slightly weary. But you were just fine.

“Actually…just a little tighter,” you said quietly. He did as you asked, taking care not to completely block your airways. And you loved it.

“Perfect,” you sighed in content. He plunged back into your pussy, this time adding a second finger. With the added pleasure of him slightly choking you mixed with the delicious sounds of his fingers entering your pussy at a rapid pace, you felt yourself clenching.

After a few short minutes of bliss, Tom promptly removed his fingers, sneaking them to his mouth for a quick taste. You whined in protest, but he grabbed one of your hands, taking a two fingers and sliding them where his hands used to occupy. Guiding your movements, he began to help you get yourself off.

“Just like this,” he rasped as he guided your two fingers in and out. As soon as he helped you set a rhythm, he guided your thumb to rest on your clit, rubbing gentle circles. He then removed his own hand from the equation, instead fondling your breasts as you fingered yourself.

You spared a moment to glance in the mirror. Your cheeks were red and your eyes looked to be glazed over in pleasure. You watched as Tom squeezed and pinched at your nipples, his other hand still wrapped securely around your throat, letting out a borderline pornographic moan at the multitude of events occurring.

“See, darling, it’s not so hard. You know you love it,” he said with a smirk, trailing a line of kisses from the back of your neck to your shoulder blades. It was all too much, you felt like everything was too much. But you didn’t want any of it to stop, quite the contrary you wished it would never end.

“T-Tom, I-I’m really close,” you barely got out. “Can I cum? Please?” you always had to ask him before you came, one of his rules.

“I don’t know darling,” he said as he gave you a once over. He could see you were on the verge of truly being wrecked. He smiled, loving the fact that you could bring yourself to unravel like this. 

Not being able to deny you for much longer, he finally gave the permission you craved. “Go ahead princess, cum all over your pretty fingers for me. Watch yourself come undone by your own fingers,” he commanded as he forced your head upwards to look in the mirror.

The sight of yourself and your boyfriend behind you brought you to your orgasm, one of the deepest and most intense ones you’ve felt in a while. You couldn’t manage to keep your eyes open the whole time, but you kept working your fingers and rubbing furiously at your clit as Tom nipped at your skin.

The world seemed to come crashing down as your legs shook almost violently. Moans of Tom’s name and a colorful variety of curse words fell from your lips until your throat ached for air and a deep rest.

Tom replaced your fingers with his own as you came down from your high. Finally taking a moment to close your eyes and lean your head back into his shoulder to rest, you almost felt a bit embarrassed. You had like that a lot, and hadn’t known that you could make yourself feel that good. But you didn’t know if Tom was into choking like that.

When your breathing returned to normal and your orgasm was spent, he slowly removed his fingers from your pussy. Bringing them up to your mouth, he tapped your lips.

“Want a taste, princess?” he asked innocently. You nodded, opening your mouth, sucking his fingers dry while looking him dead in the eye. You could feel his throbbing erection against your back and smirked, releasing his fingers from your mouth with an audible pop. He groaned loudly.

Picking yourself up from the carpet and readjusting your panties, you bent over in front of his face to pick up your previously discarded shirt. Through the mirror you could see him ogling your ass, just as you anticipated. He was putty in your hands.

“Well I think I need a shower,” you said with a mischievous smile. “Would you care to join me?” Tom stumbled to his feet, his erection clearly showing in his sweats.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said quickly as he practically dragged to the shower and fucked you senseless.


please give me feedback was this good was this shitty how can i improve i would love to know! my first smut attempt so…sorry LOL. but hopefully will improve as i write more. also if y’all have any requests lmk :)

Fairy Spice Cakes

These delicious cakes are best left in the garden for the Elemental Folk on nights such as Samhain or Lammas.

½ cup sweet Muscat wine
2 tablespoons fine brown sugar
1 large egg
⅔ cup flour
½ teaspoon poppy seeds
⅛ teaspoon ground cinnamon
⅛ teaspoon ground nutmeg
⅛ teaspoon salt
Sunflower oil for frying

Mix the egg and the Muscat wine in a bowl. In a smaller bowl, mix together the flour, poppy seeds, cinnamon, sugar and salt. Stir this into the egg mixture. Let it stand for about ½ hour. Combine the nutmeg and honey in a small bowl. Heat some oil in a frying pan (about ½ inch in the bottom) until it’s hot. Drop the batter into the oil one generous spoonful each time and fry until golden. Place on paper towels to drain and then dip into the honey mix. Delicious!

Source: http://recipesforapagansoul.weebly.com/samhain-oct-31.html

Alpha

Pairings: Alpha! Bucky Barnes x Omega! Reader

Warnings: A/B/O themes, smut, mild rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, knotting sex, swearing

Word Count: 1820

Summary: You go into heat earlier than you had anticipated

A/N: This is my very first time writing anything from the A/B/O verse so please be gentle with me. Feedback is greatly appreciated.


Your heat was early. You knew it as soon as you opened your eyes, your body already covered in a thin sheen of sweat and the inside of your thighs slick with arousal. You barely had a chance to adjust to the soft morning light filtering in through the blinds before you were curling yourself in a fetal position, the first cramp rolling painfully through your abdomen. It hurt like a bitch and you whined in protest, securing your arms around your midsection as though that would help quell the pain.

It felt as though every nerve ending in your body was on fire, you skin prickling with the warmth. It had always felt like this but you had never gotten used to it, usually taking suppressants so you wouldn’t have to feel the full force of your heats. You hadn’t been expecting it for another two weeks though and as a result hadn’t packed them when you left the compound. You were on a stakeout for only a max of three days and you hadn’t thought of packing them just in case. Oh how you were regretting that decision. Especially with an unmated Alpha so close to you, the very same one you’d been pining after for the last couple of months.

You kick the blankets away from your body as you start to pant, suddenly feeling very constricted under the layered cotton, the fabric sticking to your body uncomfortably. You fist the bed sheets underneath you tightly, pushing your head back into the pillow as you fought to regain control over yourself. It was getting increasingly more difficult as another cramp spread through your body and you knew there was only one thing that was going to help at this point. 

Swallowing around the dryness of your throat you slip off the edge of the bed, the cool touch of the floor welcome as you pad across to the door, opting to not put on any more clothes than the shorts and singlet you’d worn to bed. Minimal clothing was always better when your whole body felt like it was attached to a live wire.

Softly making your way downstairs you paused on the last step, Bucky’s scent slamming into you like a freight train, your eyes dropping closed as you breathed it in greedily. He smelt like old spice soap, fresh coffee and the smoke from the fireplace in the corner and mixed together it was intoxicating, your cunt throbbing with want. His back was towards you as you edged into the room but you saw his shoulders tense before you had the chance to say anything, Bucky moving quickly to his feet as he looked at you. You didn’t need to say anything to him, you knew that your scent was enough for him to understand.

You could already see him beginning to harden in his jeans and you licked your tongue over your bottom lip, dragging your eyes over him as you stepped closer. Bucky’s eyes were wide and almost unsure as he maneuvered himself to the other side of the table, keeping the obstacle between you. At this close proximity you could almost taste him on the back of your tongue, your whole body humming with anticipation as the dampness between your legs grew.

“Need you,” You simpered. “Need you… Alpha.”

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Just in case you’re wishing there was more Downton Abbey

I’ve got a few recommendations:

The Bletchley Circle: A group of former WWII code breakers take a series of unsolved crimes into their own hands, seeing as how no one will listen to them. Just being women and all.

Call the Midwife: How many different words for “amazing” can I use before they start to lose meaning? I love this show SO much! The characters are so engaging and this snapshot into 1950s-60s Poplar life is endearing, heart-breaking, and eye-opening.

Also, definitely read Jenny Worth’s memoirs on which the series is based, titled either The Midwife or Call the Midwife (after the TV tie-in).

Home Fires: Series two is airing now in the US and it is a lovely series with the same dosages of scandal, small-town life, classism, and fabulous costuming as Downton Abbey, only in the 1940s.

The Crown: A truly great Netflix original about the young Queen Elizabeth II which offers a fascinating insight into her young life.

Pan Am: Oh, Pan Am! What a fabulous show! Beautiful costuming and soundtrack, as well as a pretty good plotline. But beware of watching on-demand - ABC aired the series out of order because they thought that would be a good idea for some reason. The story-line straightens out about half-way through,and by that time you will probably be hooked.

Rebellion: Haven’t watched it yet, but it seems promising. From Netflix, “As World War I rages, three women and their families in Dublin choose sides in the violent Easter Rising revolt against British rule.

Victoria: Jenna Coleman is an absolute vision as young Queen Victoria. The first season shows Victoria’s ascent to the throne, her young love with her advisor, Lord Melbourne, and then eventually her husband, Prince Albert, as well as the mine-field of intrigue and ulterior motives from her family and household. Spectacular!

The Paradise: Not as great as some of the others, but still a pretty entertaining look into the birth of the “one-stop-shop” in Edwardian England.

Mercy Street: I think this show is pretty amazing, although it is not for the squeamish (like my husband) who gag at the slightest sight of a putrefied wound. As a southerner - a Virginian, no less - what I love about this show is that it shows that there are good and bad people on both sides of a decidedly horrible issue, meaning not all Southerners are evil bigots, and not all Yankees are heroes in blue. Still true today, keep that in mind. Rant over - watch the show.


And last, but not least,

Vikings: A delicious mix of The Tudors and Game of Thrones. Quite a bit more violent and vulgar than Downton Abbey, but I still can’t help myself from recommending it to anyone who will listen. I find myself rooting for people who, if I met them in real life, would make me run for cover. Prepare to spend several hours at work looking up awesome braided hairstyles on Pinterest!


All that being said, I would also love to hear some others’ recommendations for fabulous period dramas. Can’t stop, won’t stop!

SEXUAL FRUSTRATION pt. 2 - JBB

{synopsis} platonic relationship between reader and bucky until bucky decides to help reader relieve some stress

{warnings} male masturbation, a shit load of dirty talk (i might’ve gone overboard), vaginal fingering, tease!bucky, denied orgasm, dom!bucky, very lowkey hate fucking (more on the reader’s side than anything), metal arm kink

{pairing} dom!bucky x fem!reader

{word count} 2045

tags - @arabellaaurorabarnes , @firebendergirl33 , @justonenobody , @harrisbn @madbabie

   It had been two weeks since their little incident, and when Bucky said he wanted to get Y/N riled up, he wasn’t lying. It had been absolute torture for our poor girl; with the looks Bucky gave her when he walked into a room, the sinfully tight shirts he wore during training, the small moments when no one was looking that he would grind up against her, speak lowly in her ear and then leave like nothing had happened. Just this morning he pulled something that nearly made Y/N explode…


   Y/N grumbled as she made her way down the hallway to the elevator; the only thing on her mind being food. She had spent the entire morning cooped up in her room, particularly to avoid making any and all contact with a certain James Barnes (who happened to reside three doors down from her). She thought she had been doing a good job so far, and had actually gone as far as to ask FRIDAY about Bucky’s location throughout her time hiding out, just in case he decided to surprise her. So, as she passed his room, Y/N was quite surprised (and very alarmed) to hear low moans coming from inside. She thought she had made sure that Bucky’s room was clear before she set off on her escapade to retrieve food… guess she was getting lazy.

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anonymous asked:

Rec me a long, angsty, smutty (not amateur), fic. Preferably bottom!h 😅 but I'm really down for whatever plot. Like FWB, Enemies to lovers, head canon, etc. LITERALLY ANYTHING JUST WANT LONG AND SMUTTY AND MAYBE A LIL SAD BUT HAPPY ENDIG AND HARRY BEING FUCKED :( please :( (But I haven't read a fic where one of them was dared to date the other??)

Ok anon. you asked for a lot in this ask! So here’s kinda a mix of everything?? Idk I tried lol. If you want a more specific fic, message me again. But if you mainly just want long b!Harry fics, I suggest going on the AO3 tag Bottom Harry, and then setting the sort filter to word count. That should do the trick! Enjoy :D

baby loves when daddy gets high by octobertwo (cheshirebottom) (60k words) I love her smut! omg its perfect mix of filth and deliciousness! Check out all of her works !!

au set in los angeles where harry sings in dive bars and hooks up with men twice his age; french painter fresh from paris louis may or may not end up being the sugar daddy he’s been looking for.

[alternatively as: louis is a millionaire with a slight affinity for narcotics and harry just wants to be the coney island queen.]

“daddy gets high, but daddy takes care of business.”

You’ll Breathe Me In (You Won’t Release) by LoadedGunn (95k words) A smut classic. Jesus Christ. It’s sooo good mate. So good. 

His first driving lesson with Louis takes place on a Saturday.

Harry stumbles out through the front gate in thrown-on baggy jeans and his ratty Ramones shirt, sees Louis leaning casually against the car, and his knees nearly give out. Apparently “not another surly teacher” meant a drop dead gorgeous twenty-something scruffy guy with shaggy brown hair and cheekbones sharp enough to chop a salad with. Clearly, Robin’s trying to get Harry killed at seventeen.

Or, the AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who’s really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.

The Bet by ShellSea12 (61k words) There’s some dare fics out there, I just can’t find them atm. So I’m recommending a bet au. 

Summary: When Louis bets Zayn that he can make anyone fall in love with him in under a month, he doesn’t expect Zayn to pick loner Harry Styles as the challenge. Larry Stylinson AU COMPLETE

Empty Gold by rainbow_kings (148k words) [long, b!H, enemies to lovers]

AU where Louis Tomlinson attends the vigorous, demanding performing arts school: Guildhall in hopes to complete his theatre degree. He is a scholarship student, always having to work twice as hard to prove his worth which has caused him to feel resentment and anger towards his subordinate position.

Harry Styles is the wealthy, naturally gifted actor who effortlessly snatches all the main roles within the class. The complete contrast to everything Louis is.

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles have had bad blood and despised each other for the two years they attended Guildhall together, making each task a competition between each other.

In the final year, when Guildhall produces and performs an original play, Louis is heartbroken to learn the lead role has been been received to Harry and he’s the second role. He’s mostly terrified, however, when he realises he has to date Harry in the play as their characters. They come together through awkward stage kisses that transforms to hate sex, heated arguments, rehearsal times after lectures and baking carrot cake together.

Time Bomb by ThisSentimentalHeart (291k words) [long, b!H]

“Why exactly are you here?” Louis asked, feigning annoyance and failing pathetically at it.

“My publicist told me I can’t go anywhere near you.” Harry said, eyes still smudged with last night’s eye liner. “That makes you my favorite person in the world.”

Or the one where Louis has everything: a lead role in a giant Hollywood franchise, a glittering new house with an entertaining Irish neighbor, and a steady, normal boyfriend who he probably loves. Louis never expected to become a household name among young Hollywood overnight. He also never expected to find something endearing about the enigmatic rockstar who keeps showing up on his back porch.

you are in love by wildestdreams (207k words) [long, b!H, angst]

The one where there’s late night coffee runs with deep conversations, lots of frat parties with cute frat boys, TV show references, numerous social network interactions, first kisses in the rain and a slow burn love story between two unlikely people.

Meet Me -- Part 2.5

Read Part 2 HERE

The Finish Line

You sleepily opened your eyes, light dimly filtering through the half-shut curtains in your living room. It was quiet here, so much so that you could hear the birds chirping outside and the occasional car pass by on the street outside.

Tucked away against Harry’s chest, you were slowly waking up. He was still fast asleep, cheeks rosy from your shared warmth and his arm held you in close, hand squeezing your arm subconsciously every so often.

A knot in your neck was making itself known by way of a constant ache and you tried your best to move without waking him, but the quiet “ouch!” that slipped out of your mouth made him stir.

He hugged you close as he came to, blinking rapidly and then squinting, not quite used to the light. With a sigh, he sat up a little, wincing at a knot in his back. The two of you had fallen asleep late in the night and hadn’t moved since.

“Mornin’, y/n,” he spoke slowly, voice the most delicious mix of raspy and slightly smooth, “How’d yeh sleep?”

You were suddenly aware of what had gone on last night, and the confidence you’d once had quickly fizzled away, a nervous heart beat fluttering in your chest.

“Good,” you said with a yawn, hoping he wouldn’t sense the nerves.

His familiar dopey smile spread across his face as he looked down at you, brushing a stray hair away from your flushed cheeks. The two of you laid there for a while longer, taking in each other’s presence and waiting for the other to be the first one to get up. Neither of you wanted this to end.

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Art of Seduction Epilogue (Hamilsquad x Reader)

A/N: Sorry it took so long but I’ve been busy with summer classes. I hope you enjoy the fic~ If I get a 100 comments I will write a prequel to Art of Seduction~

WARNING: FOOD PLAY, DOMINATION, 69, EROTIC MASSAGE, HANDJOBS, BATHROOM SEX, FEMDOM, OFFICE SEX, PRAISE KINK, BEGGING, AND A BUNCH OF OTHER STUFF

You watched with furrowed brows and pouting lips, waiting for Angelica and Eliza to stop their hysterical laughing.

“It’s not funny.” You spat.

“Sorry, you’re right. It’s not funny.” Angelica said, collecting herself before dissolving back into more hysterical laughter. “It’s absolutely hilarious!”

“Only you could do all that, then break your arm trying to get off the bed!” commented Eliza, who was laughing so hard that she was tearing up.

“Hahaha. Knock it off already!” You state dryly. “And stop hogging it, Peggy.”

“I can’t help that I want it all for myself. It’s so tempting~” The youngest Schuyler sister chimed.

“Well it’s MY arm you’re drawing on so knock it off already!” You said, snatching the marker from Peggy. She was taking up all the room on your cast with animal, rainbow, and flower doodles. “I promised John and Herc that they could decorate it.”

When Eliza and Angelica finally calmed down, all of you were able to get back to your coffee time. It had been a week since you tried to seduce your boyfriends.

“So how are things with the guys?” asked Angelica, saying what they were all thinking.

You blushed, taking a swig of your hot chocolate. “Well, besides the whole breaking my arm thing…Things have never been better sex wise. Turns out I just got the seduction techniques mixed up.”

“Oh, I gotta hear this!~” Peggy beamed as her and her sisters leaned in, wanting to hear all the juicy dirty details. “Lay all the dirty, depraved, nasty details on us, girl~”

You shyly smiled back at the girls and nervously tucked your hair behind her ear, not knowing where to begin. Now that you had gotten over most of your nervousness and shyness, all of you were to be a lot more open with each other. You were able to share fantasies and kinks that you had kept hidden, which lead to a lot of crazy good sex and experiences.

Every conceivable position had been explored after you overcame natural shyness. Your boys had taught you to ask for exactly what you wanted, no matter how strange it may seem; they saying how they preferred to know if there was anything they could do. The hardest part of all for you was to actually gather enough confidence and courage to make your fantasies a reality.
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“Ready for dessert, mon belle?” asked Laf, nearly choking on his words. He watched as you swiped some whipped cream down the center of his six pack before dropping lower and pressing your lips to his skin.

“I always have room for my favorite french chocolat.” You purred, drawing a whipped cream heart over the delectable muscles of Laf’s chest, slowly licking him clean, savoring his godly chest.

You felt Laf shudder beneath you, aware of every movement your tongue made. He watched you move, feeling like he was floating on a giant marshmallow.

“That t-tickles…” Laf panted.

You muttered your answer, your tongue working over his warm skin as you licked at the cream, savoring the essence of him underneath the sweetness. You grabbed hold of his hips to balance yourself, grinning when you felt the bump of his cock becoming hard against your chest while your tongue kept on licking him clean. You felt his hands lay on your shoulders, admiring his expression, enjoying how his pupils were blown wide with desire. It seemed Laf had gotten hooked on being dominated as much you did.

“I see something even tastier right here~” You gently grasped Laf’s straining cock. Without a minute to squander, you wrap your lips around the tip of his smooth cock and sucked long and hard. He tosses his head once more into the cushions with a moan, and you take considerably a greater amount of his throbbing length into the depths of your warm and wet mouth.

You allow the flat of your tongue to keep running along the underside of his cock, inspiring more groans from him. You gulped his length, feeling his head touch and knock the highest point of your mouth, the back of your throat, and the muscle of your cheek.

“Merde…” Laf moaned, feeling like he was about to come at any moment.

Tapping your thighs with his fingers, you promptly comprehend what Laf implies. You delay with your ministrations so you can position your trickling folds to his face. Laf licks up your arousal, and you take that as your sign to proceed what you were doing beforehand. You take his cock into your mouth again and groan against him when he shoots his tongue inside your folds and strokes them.

Laf plays with your clit as you lick up the pearls of precum from his slit.

“Mon dieu!? Vous êtes parfait!? Je t’aime tellemnet!?” Laf compliments before diving his mouth into your entrance once more with more vigor.

You sucked harder on Laf’s cock, spreading more whipped cream over his hurting balls, and lapped that up as well. This pushed Laf over the edge, obviously he adored having that specific piece of his body attended to. Your climax hit, the vibe of his tongue pushing deeply into you, his cock jerking as he released his seed into your inviting mouth, your own particular body shaking over him as you hit rapture and clung to him before you went limp.

You cleaned up the remaining sweet treat just as Laf added a different and messier ingredient to the mix.

“Delicious~” You said, licking your lips as Laf panted in exhaustion. “You always fill me up, mon beau~”
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“Deeper, honey, and relax more.” You pressed your hands over Herc’s shirtless back, easing out the tension, using your thumbs to smooth out the muscles along the sides of his spine as you straddled Herc’s lower back.

“Good, honey. Relax and take deep breaths. Let all your stress melt away.” You soothed, listening to the tranquil sounds of the ocean playing softly through the speakers as you rubbed more massage oil on your boyfriend’s back.

“How’s your injury?” You asked Herc, still feeling bad about accidentally breaking his nose.

Herc reclined his head to the side, so he could talk to you. “It’s fine. Besides I should be asking how your arm is. Is your cast—Ooooh, that’s nice…”

You pressed on his mid back as he exhaled. The effect on him was strong, feeling him melt under your hands. “I’m fine. Stop worrying and let me massage you. Let yourself be pampered for a change.”

After about ten minutes you had him roll over to his back. His face was smooth and relaxed, his mouth opened slightly as breaths came out shallow and slow. You smiled as you looked at the handsome tailor in deep trance beneath you.

Depositing more oil on your hands, you begin at his neck, gently working his tension out. Next you rub his large arm with both hands (doing best to work with the cast), giving extra devotion to his gorgeous bicep.

You actually have to stop yourself from drooling as your palms rub over his pecs. Your eyes glance up to see if Herc is enjoying himself and you meet his gaze. His eyes dart to the tank top that was tightly covering your breasts before falling to your center, which is more or less, spread and on display by your baby blue boy-shorts. It still doesn’t make you nervous somehow. You always felt the most comfortable with Hercules, there was just something about him that made all your nerves melt away.

When you started massaging his temples you were rewarded with a long sigh. You shuddered at the growing bulge in Herc’s pants that was pressing against your crotch.

“Mmm, babe that feel’s really good. Can you do my chest again? Don’t be afraid to press harder. I can take it really hard.” He replied with a smirk.

Your face flushed red but glad he can’t see it as you continued to stroke harder, building up the pressure on your palms against his bare flesh. You knead it harder like softening dough.

You gave a throaty laugh, reaching to pull down his sweatpants. His cock sprang freely from the confining fabric falling against your covered stomach, erect and hard. “I promised a full body massage~”

You reached for the tube of lubricant that was next to the massage oil on the nightstand and squeezed a fair amount on your good hand. Before Herc could react you had wrapped his cock with your hand and and covered him in lube.

“Y/N…” Herc gasped as you ran your hand up and down the length of his cock. You silently gazed at size of it, it fit with the rest of his body.

The muscles of Herc’s stomach contracted as you continued to stroke him.

“Does it feel good,honey?” You asked, leaning over him, giving him a good view down your shirt. You quickened your pace and tightened your fingers around his balls, pressure building.

Herc’s breath was coming out in short pants and had an adorable blush on his face. “Yes…it feels really really amazing…I don’t think—OH FUCK!!!”

His cum shot all over your tank top, boy shorts, and down your waist. Your hand was covered with his cum, smiling as you go up to get a towel. Herc’s head had fallen back, looking dizzy, his eyes closed and blushing in exhaustion.

“Hope that made you feel better.” You said, kissing him on the forehead.

“Uh-huh…” Herc mumbled as he pulled you back onto the bed, his body above you. “Let me help you clean up.”
—————
It was date night and it was John’s turn to pick what the five of you would do. It was no surprise that he picked going to a new dance club that just opened.

You were having a fun time so far. Drinking, dancing, and sneaking kisses from your boyfriends. You had really enjoyed the sight of Alex and Laf dirty dancing with each other.

You saw John get out of the booth and motioning you towards the ladies’ bathrooms with his eyes. He had that lustful fire in his eyes. You quickly excused yourself saying how you had to go check your makeup to make sure it wasn’t running from all the dance sweat.

You opened the door to the ladies’ room and went inside. The pristine cream color of the bathroom tiles looked up at you.

“It’s so clean…Like it’s asking to get dirty,” You said to the unresponsive floor.

“Funny…That’s exactly what I was thinking about you. Looks like I was right~” John chuckled, crouched over one of the bathroom sinks as he splashed cold water on his sweaty face. He straightened and looked at you, smiling mischievously as you approached. His grin deepened as he wiped the remaining droplets from his face.

He was so handsome, about six feet tall, long-waisted, a toned swimmer’s physique, flushed face from arousal and all the dancing, and dripping with sex appeal. It didn’t help that he was wearing a sexy white dress shirt and those tight jeans that showed off his cute butt.

You licked your lips, seeing his cock twitching inside his pants.

“Are you hot?” You asked stupidly, distracted by his sexiness.

“I’d say I’m pretty handsome. I’ve never had any complaints.” John joked, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him. “What about you? Are you hot?~”

You felt the coolness from the water on John’s lips as he kissed you. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, trying to keep up with his fast pace. John, a cocktail of aggressive energy and creative action. He pressed his chest against your breasts and ground his swelling cock into your crotch. You could hear the rubbing sound of his pants against the fabric of your dress. Your panties were soaked. Your cunt swelled with anticipation.

He reached both his hands under your dress and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around the small of John’s back. He carried you into the last bathroom stall and kicked the door closed with his foot. You could feel his hands firmly around the cheeks of your ass, squeezing and exploring. His fingers grazed your cheetah-print panties, the ones he loved so much (there were actually a gift from him), searching for more. Your panties felt squishy and wet. As his tongue probed deeper inside your open mouth, you felt John’s fingers dip inside your panties, touching your wet pussy lips and throbbing clit. You moaned at his touch.

The bathroom door opened and the click-clack of women’s heels crossed the tile floor. You and John opened our eyes and pulled back an inch from the other’s lips. John’s breath was hot. Your heart pounded against our chests. John continued to move his fingers around your cunt in reconnaissance as his eyes bore into you. You blinked heavily; trying to fight back the desire to moan loudly as his fingers rubbed back and forth across your inflated clit.

“Deb is drinking too much again and flirting with my boyfriend,” a woman said. “I hate it when she does that.”

“Oh, Sybil,” another answered. “She’s just trying to get attention. She doesn’t mean anything by it. She’s a totally butch ex-Army girl. Just ask her girlfriend.”

Click, clack, click, clack

Then the metal door closed one stall over.

Click clack, click, clack

The second woman took to another stall. Latches to both metal locked in unison. You put my head on John’s shoulder to steady my breath. Two of his fingers fucked you in a slow tease. You bit your tongue, trying to keep the moans in.

“God you’re wet,” John said in a low and husky whisper. “I want to fuck you.”

Both of you heard the flush of one toilet, then another. Both metal doors opened. The women’s shoes click-clacked back across the floor to the sinks. Water was turned on, soap was dispensed, and paper towels were torn, crumpled up, and thrown away.

“If you keep on doing that with your fingers,” You whispered, “I’m going to come.”

John got that cat-like grin on his face.

“Do you mean this?” He purred, and pushed his two fingers deeper inside you. Chills spread over my body. You wanted to scream.

“Can I borrow your lipstick?” She asked the other woman.

“Oh. Of course. Isn’t this a great color? It’s called Midnight Ride.”

‘Please finish!’ You pleaded silently. ‘So I can finish!’

John pressed his lips against yours again, muffling what he thought was a potential scream.

Click, clack, went the sound of the women’s shoes. The bathroom door opened and shut. Then, silence. John worked quickly. He placed you on top of the toilet seat as he unzipped his pants, freeing his long, hard dick. You pulled your sopping-wet panties down to the floor, reached inside the front of your dress, and pulled out a condom. John tore it open with his teeth and rolled it over his stiff cock. The fun was about to begin.

He lifted you back up and you wrapped your legs tightly around him, straddling him again. John pressed your back against the stall door. You slowly slid yourself down, inching your craving pussy onto his cock. He filled you up completely and deeply. John’s entire body rocked you up and down against the metal bathroom door as he thrust into you. The cold of the metal door seared into your back. The rows of bathroom stalls shook as you slid up and down; meeting every forceful plunge with a groan.

Beads of sweat pooled on John’s forehead. His head was buried into the loose sleeve of your dress. He thrust harder and you started to come. You held onto the back of John’s shirt, tearing and pulling it as your orgasm spilled over you. His fingers dug tightly into your ass as his cock erupted.

“I’m coming!” he panted.

Minutes passed before you finally moved and felt John’s cock seep out of you. Your legs were stiff and shaking. John slowly lowered you until your feet touched the tile floor. You reached for your panties, but decided not to put them back on. They were sopping wet. John removed the condom, flushed it down the toilet, zipped his pants, and followed you out of the stall. John wrapped his arm around your waist, supporting you as the both of you walked back to booth. Still loopy and sweaty from the bathroom quickie.

“Have a fun time, sweetness?” Herc asked, a knowing smirk on his handsome face.

You collapsed into the booth.“I’ll tell you when my legs stop shaking.”
———-
Alex was so different at work. Sure, he was still the same short, lean and handsome man you loved, but he took on a whole new character when he was hard at work. His dark brown hair was pulled up, he walked with purpose in his stride, sure of his next step and his brown were serious-looking. Though you weren’t seeing any of that at the moment.

“So, why are you at my office again?” He asked, rubbing his hands together, looking nervous.

You looked around the large corner office with a panoramic view of the city and lake. Alex’s desk and chair were arranged so that his back was against the window and glorious view. He would never allow for any distractions when he was hard at work. That’s how he was able to climb to the top of his business mountain. You could practically visualize the late nights spending countless hours working and writing, ignoring the beautiful lights of the city.

You took a seat in one of the chairs facing Alex’s desk. He walked around his desk and sat in his leather armchair. He kept a distance between you, waiting for the inevitable to come. You see his excuse calculator turning in his head.

You crossed your arms at him. “You know why I’m here, Alex.”

“I’m not sure what your talking about, darling.” He said, tensely smiling from across his desk.

“Are you hungry?” You asked.

“Not really, I’m still full from breakfast.”

“Alex.”

“Oh, of course! Where are my manners? I have a small refrigerator here. There’s bottled water, diet soda—”

“Stop lying, Alex. We both know the refrigerator is full of energy drinks and iced coffees.” You stated. “And I know you skipped breakfast so you could head into work early…again.”

“I can expla—”

“Luckily I’m such an awesome girlfriend that I took time from my BUSY schedule to bring my self-destructive boyfriend some food, so he doesn’t starve himself to death.”

Alex’s face softened, you stood up and walked toward his side of the desk. Alex’s eyes followed your every move. You walked around. You moved a little closer to his chair until your leg came in contact with the faux leather of his chair

“Alex,” You whispered. “I think you need some disciplinary action to make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

Alex gulped as he swiveled his chair around. “W-What sort of d-d-discipline did you have in mind?”

You smirked, motioning for him to come to you. “I think you know.”

He did as he was told, approaching you shyly. You reached up, placed a hand behind his head and pulled him down to you. You sat on his desk, as Alex’s hands traversed your body, unbuttoning your blouse, squeezing your breasts, lifting your skirt, and his fingers tickling your thighs. He nibbled your ears, neck, and shoulders.You breathed in deeply as his lips caressed your body like liquid. He sucked and bit into the base of your neck and kissed you submissively on the lips.

“Better get to work now, Alex.” You quietly command.

He sank through his knees and sat down in front of you. He touched your legs, but this time, he only laid his hands on your knees to spread them. On his knees, he shuffled closer to you. He leaned down and kissed your knee, looking at you from under his brow, he smiled.

He eagerly kissed his way up your leg. You could feel the tip of his tongue extend from his mouth. Alex paused for a moment when he reached the lace end of your panties, teasing you. You skin glowed in anticipation of his lips.

When they finally touched your leg, it felt like deliverance. Alex laid his hands on the edge of your leg, his fingers moving up and down slowly between your thigh and knee. He moved his lips to the inside of your leg. When the top of his head reached your belly, he shifted the way he sat and pulled you forward on the desk. He kissed your pelvis and looked up at you, as if to ask your permission to even think about touching your pussy.

“Lick me, Alexander. Kiss me, lick me, fuck me with your tongue, and eat me out thoroughly, I expect to be pleased.” You ordered. “Understand?”

“Yes, (Y/-”

You grabbed a handful of Alex’s hair, getting a cry from your boyfriend.

“What was that, Alexander?”

“Forgive me.” Alex apologized. “I meant Yes, Mistress.”

You smiled and patted his head. “Good boy. Now keep going.”

Alex took the sides of your panties in both hands and quickly pulled them down, enough to almost make you slip off the desk. You had to set your hands down behind you. Your pussy dangled over the edge of the desk and yearned for his touch. The fingertips that he moved over the insides of your legs made your insides bubble up. Alex sank down, stretching out his dress shirt beneath you. Surely he’d be able to smell just how excited you were getting.

You spread your legs a little wider and Alex’s hand met your crotch. You quivered. You were on his desk, on top of his important papers, and files. You could see his laptop screen glowing off to the side. You felt like the most powerful person in the world, having managed to pull Alex away from his business needs with sex.

He threw one last look up at you and then closed his eyes. The pointed tip of his tongue moved down from your pelvis to your clit. He licked past it, left and right. Then his fingers moved in too and he pushed back the folds of skin around it. He broadened his tongue and licked up over your clit. Just that one lick was enough to make your whole body shock forward. You almost slipped all the way off the bench, but caught yourself in time. That one lick made you melt like butter. And you knew there was plenty more to come.

Alex pulled his face back between your legs and sweetly smiled. Happy that he could please you. Alex was such a pleaser when it comes to sex. So much that he’ll sacrifice his own pleasure so as long as his partners achieve orgasms.

He set his lips over your clit, his fingers to the side, and licked quickly up and down. Each lick was like a little jolt of electricity that made your stomach contract. Your belly trembled with lust for him. You wanted more, you wanted to feel him inside you.

Alex’s licks slowed down. His tongue moved agonizingly slowly. But still fast enough to make your blood rise to boiling point. You knew your face was as red now as Alex’s had been when he was being lectured by you. Sweat rushed down your forehead and your legs tensed up. Alex used his hands to keep your legs apart, but even that couldn’t keep you from closing your legs around his head.

When he suddenly slipped a finger into your slit, without even the least bit of warning, your legs snapped shut around his head. Your thighs trembled against his ears and your ankles crossed themselves behind his back. Your legs simply weren’t hers to control anymore.

“Yes!” You moaned.

Alex could only use the one hand to try to push your legs apart, and you didn’t want his finger to ever leave your slit. You set both your hands on top of his head and pushed yourself away from him. But only when Alex pulled his tongue back into his mouth and removed his finger from inside you so you could relax your legs. He smiled at you now that he had room to breath again. He set both his thumbs against your pussy lips, his fingers against the insides of your thighs. Looking up at you, he slipped the tips of his thumbs into your wet slit again. A shudder ran up your spine, but you managed to keep your legs open for him. His tongue flashed out at your clit, very quickly.

You clutched the top of the desk. Everything that was happening was so intense. Alex’s thumbs tore your pussy open wide enough to make it feel like it could breathe. His tongue moved down from your clit to your slit and made your hips buck forward.

“Eeek!” You cried out.

He curled up the tip of his tongue between his thumbs, just far enough inside your pussy to make it feel like there was nothing else in the world but that strong tip of his tongue.

“Ahhhhh!”

You slipped your hands off the edge of the bench and you grabbed the back of his head again. His next lick made your arms tense up and you couldn’t help pull up his head, away from your pussy. Alex’s tongue moved past your clit to your pelvis then up your belly as you fell backward. He had to take his thumbs out of your pussy to catch you.

Hanging back with Alex’s hands on the small of your back, you caught your breath. You threw your head back and tried to suck in as much air as possible. You were going to need it. Alex set his lips down on your belly and kissed his way up between your breasts. You tilted your head down and could only just kiss his forehead before he lifted his lips off your skin again and set them down around your left nipple. He sucked on it hard and teased it with the tip of his tongue.

“Aah!” You moaned.

From below, from behind Alex’s lips, a vague hum rose up. It felt like he was winding up your nipple, teasing up the tension and making the warmth in your chest rise. When he broadened his tongue and gave you one long lick, you instinctively knew that it was the last and that he’d pull his mouth away. Your nipple pulsated with desire for him.

“No…” You whined when his lips left your skin.

He looked up at you, very quickly, and then licked around your other nipple. His tongue drew small circles and never stopped touching your little nub. It felt like your chest rose a foot with every breath you took. You needed all that air to calm yourself down, to keep yourself from feeling like you were floating away from him.

You grabbed the back of his head and pulled him away. You brought your head down and caught his tongue for a kiss that felt like he had been waiting for it all his life. Alex held you in his arms, pulled you against his chest and kissed you like his life depended on it. His tongue swept through your mouth with such passion it felt like a battle. You moved yourself forward, over the edge of the desk. When you dropped down, your mouths slipped off each other and Alex suddenly opened his eyes.

As you gathered your breath, Alex sat back in his chair and an obvious and painful looking erection poking against his pants. You reached a hand out towards him, but he was just a little too far away.

“Go on, touch yourself,” You instructed. “I want to see your cute little cock.”

You blushed a little as you said it, because you still weren’t used to dirty talk, but at the same time you so much more confident and Alex obviously needed permission from his ‘Mistress’, so it was the least you could do. It did the trick too. Alex’s expression changed immediately and unzipped his pants before pulling them off. He pulled his cock out from the hole in his boxer briefs and started masturbating. Pre-come glistened against his fingertips as he ran his hand up and down the rigid shaft but avoiding eye contact now, focusing his gaze lower on your naked lower body.

You slipped out of your skirt; then unbuttoned your blouse and slipped it off your shoulders. You leaned against Alex’s desk in your bra, panties and heels.

You pushed yourself away from Alex’s desk, bent down, and kissed him as he rubbed his hand faster up and down his hard cock. You straddled his lap. The balls of your shoes touched the base of the chair’s legs below.

Alex’s cock pressed against your lower belly. He slipped his hand between your legs and his fingers met your slick, wet cunt. Using your toes as leverage, you slowly slid up and down, rubbing your clit up against the shaft of Alex’s cock.

The fucking condom, your mind raced. Where is the condom?

“Do you have a condom?” Alex asked. A lawyer and a mind reader, your boyfriend was such a catch.

“Yes,” You breathed between kisses. “In my purse. On your desk.”

Alex slid the chair across the plastic below and over to the desk. Still straddling him, you did a back bend over his desk and grabbed your purse. Alex was opportunistic. He moved his body over you. His mouth was between your breasts and sucking your nipples. You found the condom and ripped the package open.

Alex returned to his chair and leaned back as far as he could. You moved back to your straddling position and placed the condom on his dick through the hole in his underwear. He kissed you hard and you scooted yourself up closer to his cock, until the cheeks of your ass fit snug against the tops of his thighs.

You spread your legs for him, took hold of his stiff cock and placed it to your opening. Even with your hand on his butt, urging him in, he entered you only little by little, inch by inch. His mouth hung open and his eyes were wide. A few strands of his brown hair had escaped from his hair tie and hung over his face.

“Fuck, Alex, more. Give me it all,” You moaned and he quickly obeyed, with one long slow thrust. He was touching you so deep inside, it ached deliciously, and you were caught between never wanting him to move from that spot and wanting to feel him pumping into you.

You lifted yourself up again and pushed down onto him, this time deeper. Alex groaned. You pulled back up; teasing both of you before plunging completely back down onto his stiff cock.

Alex had both hands on your hips and each thrust of his cock seemed to touch you somewhere inside that you’d never felt before. A sensation seemed to be growing within you, expanding, threatening to take you over. You reached a hand down between your legs and began to touch your clit. There was so much going on, so many sensations; your finger on your clit, Alex’s warm, firm hands on your hips and his rigid shaft in your pussy. It was overwhelming; you felt like your body was dissolving into a mass of pure pleasure.

You rode Alex hard. You pushed your hands against the top of the chair and lifted yourself up and down on his cock. You gyrated and rotated your hips, and pushed your clit up against his shaft. Alex penetrated you deeply. Your orgasm built. Alex closed his eyes. You felt his cock stiffen like a rod. He was about to explode.

Alex had gone tensely silent, his eyes closed and his expression desperate. You wanted more than anything to see him really let go this time.

“Alex, I want to hear you come,” You said, her eyes on his face. He inhaled sharply at that, and pounded even harder into you, still trying to remain as composed as possible.

You felt the muscles inside you tighten and knew your were about to come, but you wouldn’t let go until he did; you were too determined. The hand on your clit slowed so you could maintain some kind of control.

“Let me hear you, Alex, I need to hear how much you like fucking me,” You ordered.

Alex’s face melted into sheer blushing ecstasy and he cried out in a stammering voice, “Oh fuck, yes, I l-love it. A-and I love you so much! I w-want to stay like this forever! S-So please let me c-come! P-Please!”

Now he moaned and begged with abandon. He held your hips in place as his moved up and down in explosive pleasure. You squeezed your legs tight around Alex and arched your back in ecstasy as he rammed into you, over and over, causing your whole body to shake with an orgasm that seemed to have know no end.

Your pussy exploded at the sound of it, this hot, sweet man finally letting go and crying out as he came; it was more than you could take. Your shuddered in orgasm as your pussy glided against every pulsing ridge of Alex’s cock.

You opened your eyes and looked out at the view again while catching your breath. Your legs untangled from around both sides of the chair and you lifted yourself off Alex’s cock. You leaned against the desk again and reached for your clothes, smiling at him. He put his cock back into his shorts and stared at you for the longest time.

“How about that lunch?” he asked quietly.

You shrugged your shoulders. “After what just happened I kinda feel bad about getting you tacos.“
———————
”(Y/N)!“

You snapped out of your tantalizing memories and went back to reality. Realizing you were still at the cafe, sitting with the waiting Schuyler sisters, who were on the edge of their seats to hear all the juicy details.

“Stop daydreaming and tell us already, (Y/N)!”

“Don’t keep us waiting!”

“How are things with the guys!”

You smiled at them. “Not telling. That’s between me and my sexy boyfriends and nothing you do will make me tell.”

The three let down sisters groaned, making you laugh as you finished off your drink.

“Gotta go. I gotta meet Laf and Alex to go shopping.” You waved goodbye, trying to calm down the heat between your legs. You were snapped out of your daze by a sudden text to your phone.

MonCrèmePie: We’ve found the slutty professeur costume!

AlleyCat: Should we get the matching paddle, yard stick, or both? ;)

anonymous asked:

Accidentally moaning out 'sir' instead of Bucky's name when he tells you he wants to hear you say his name as you cum

“Say my name, baby.” he’s fucking you from behind, hands grasping at your hips as he drills into you. He’s still wearing the suit he chose for Tony’s party earlier, tie hung haphazardly around his neck and slacks pushed down far enough to free his cock. Your dress, a pretty little red number, is rucked up over your hips, little lacy thong pushed to the side in his impatience to have you. “I wanna hear you scream my name. Tell everyone who fucks you this good.”

A filthy grin crosses his face when he feels you stiffen around him, whiny moans rising in volume as you come. Only it’s not his name that falls from your lips. “Sir!”

He doesn’t even give you the chance to ride out your high before he’s pulling out, turning you over onto your back almost frantically. His eyes are wide as he plants his palms on either side of your head, breath coming out in harsh pants. You’re not prepared for how roughly he thrusts back into you, crying out in a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. 

“You like it when Sir fucks you like this? Hard and dirty?” he chuckles when you moan, metal thumb circling around your clit. “That’s it, doll. Show Sir how much you love it. Come for me again.”

You don't even work here!

This is pretty long, sorry! Tl;dr at the bottom.

Okay, so I’m a seasonal cashier for a southern grocery store (I’ve posted before about my manager being a bitch about my knee injury). I was hired last spring and worked through the summer until I went back to university. However, I’m currently back at home for a bunch of medical reasons, so that means I spend a lot of time at my work for getting groceries and basic house stuff. Since seasonals are technically still employees even when we’re not “active,” we still get the 5% employee discount.

I was at the store yesterday (02/04) specifically for a really awesome brownie mix sale where a brand of molten lava brownie mix (so delicious with ice cream btw! Duncan Hines was the brand I think) was BOGO. So, you end up getting 2 family size boxes of goodness for ~$4. I got my two boxes (I would’ve gotten more but would’ve felt bad for taking advantage) and went to checkout. Coincidentally, a soccer mom with her little boy was behind me getting the same thing, and she looked a little peeved about something. During my transaction and while chatting with my coworker, I heard her muttering to herself about us being “chatty cathys.” Fair enough, I shouldn’t be taking up my coworker’s time anyways.

So my total ended up being less than $4 due to my employee discount. After that was over, my manager caught me and kept me at the end of the till to ask me for a specific date for when I was coming back to work permanently. Meanwhile, soccer mom’s transaction went as such, and my manager and I can hear everything.

Cashier: “Alrighty, with your [Brand] Card savings, you’re total will be $4.15!”

SM: “Yeah, no, that’s wrong.”

Cashier: “Um, I’m sorry? These are the boxes of [BOBO Brand], correct?”

SM: *rolls her eyes* “Obviously! But *jabs her index finger at me* that girl got them for less! So fix the price or get me a damn manager!”

Now, this cashier doesn’t do well under pressure, so he wasn’t able to remember that I also get the employee discount, and tbh, I typically forget too, so I was kinda just standing there, staring at this bitch while my manager put it together.

Manager: “Ma'am, I am the manager, and [my name] is an employee, so she recieves the employee discount, which is why her boxes were less than normal.”

SM: *again, rolls her eyes and scoffs* “You know, I’ve had a hard day, and you’re just making it worse! It isn’t fair for her to get it cheaper, and she DOES NOT work here because I come in here ALL THE TIME and never see her! I want to see your boss!”

I just start fucking laughing. And it’s a really harsh, cynical laugh, which I try never to let out since it doesn’t help that I have a resting bitch face. This was so hilarious though, having someone literally be so confident that just because you don’t see someone working, then they don’t have a job. I can only wonder how she thinks the store gets stocked. But even though it was funny as shit, I felt awful cause I knew right away it would set her off.

At this point, soccer mom proceeds to bitch and moan even more (all the while, her son looks mortified to be with her, poor kid) about how the cashier, manager, and I were like working together to get stuff cheaper for our benefit, and she even managed to squeeze in complaints about me and my coworker “flirting” the entire time. The lady actually stepped to me, which is immediate cause for removal, so she got kicked out pretty soon after that. And she was still screaming on the way out with her kid (coworker slipped him a couple of lollipops so he was kinda just along for the ride).

I don’t know what ruined her PTA meeting, but jfc, people need to realize that you can’t always get your way and that you should never act with such foolishness in front of your child.

Tl;dr: I get brownie mix 20 cents cheaper thanks to employee discount. Soccer mom, who is not an employee, is baffled and pissed she doesn’t get the discount and ends up getting kicked out while throwing a fucking grade A hissy fit.

Samhain Ritual Recipes

These are some of my favorite recipes I make. During the Samhain season! Hope you all like it! 


 Autumn Butter 

 1/4 cup firmly packed brown sugar 

1 tsp pumpkin pie spice

 1/4 cup whipping cream 

1 cup butter, softened  Mix all ingredients until well blended. 

Spread onto your favorite muffins, quick bread, sweet crackers, or drop a dollop onto morning pancakes. 

 Hallowmass Cakes 

 1/2 cup vegetable oil

 4 ounces unsweetened baking chocolate, melted

 2 cup granulated sugar 

4 eggs

 2 teaspoon vanilla 

2 cups cake flour, sifted 

2 teaspoon baking powder 

½ teaspoon salt

 1 cup confectioner’s sugar 

 In a mixing bowl, combine vegetable oil, chocolate, and granulated sugar. Blend in eggs, one at a time, stirring well after each addition. Add vanilla. Stir in flour, baking powder, and salt into oil mixture. Chill for several hours or overnight.  Preheat oven to 350 degrees F Roll about a Tablespoon of dough into a ball. Drop balls into confectioners’ sugar, and roll until coated. Place balls about 2 inches apart on a greased baking sheet. Bake for 10-12 min. The cakes should be a soft and the edges should be firm. Do not over bake; they burn easily. Makes about 3 doz

 Cream Cheese Potato 

Pie 1 egg, beaten

 1 10 oz package cream cheese, softened 

 3 cups mashed potatoes 

 1/3 cup milk 

 1/3 cup Italian bread crumbs 

 2 Tablespoons sweet basil 

 3/4 Teaspoon garlic salt 

 1/2 cup shredded cheese

 Stir egg and cream cheese together until well mixed. Cream potatoes and milk together. Add both these mixtures to the same bowl, along with bread crumbs and spices. Mix until creamy and smooth. Turn into greased 8-inch pie pan and smooth out evenly. You can also choose to make a nice pie crust to line the pan with, but it’s just as good without the crust. Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes until pie puffs up a little and starts to brown slightly. Remove from oven, top with shredded cheese, and allow to cool before serving. 

Remembrance Cookies

 These cookies can be made on Hallow’s Eve. They can be shaped like people and the herb rosemary is added to the dough as a symbol of remembrance. Some of the cookies are eaten while telling stories or attributes of special ancestors, reminding us that we still have access to their strengths–or perhaps a predisposition to their weaknesses. The rest of the cookies are left outside by a bonfire as an offering. This can be a solemn ritual, but it need not be.  

 1 ½ c. powdered sugar  

1 c. butter or margarine (softened)  

1 egg  

2 t. vanilla  

1 t. almond extract  

2 ½ c. all purpose flour  

1 t. baking soda  1 t. cream of tartar  

1 ½ T. chopped rosemary  

 Heat oven 375 degrees. In a large bowl, beat sugar, butter, egg, vanilla, almond extract, and rosemary until creamy. In a separate bowl, sift flour, baking soda, and cream of tartar. Fold flour mixture into sugar mixture. Beat until dough forms and refrigerate for three hours. Divide dough into halves. Roll out one portion to 3/16 of an inch on a floured surface. Cut out with gingerbread women or men cutters and place on an ungreased cookie sheet. Repeat rolling and cutting with second portion. Bake for 5-7 minutes.

 Fairy Spice Cakes

 These delicious cakes are best left in the garden for the Elemental Folk on nights of Wiccan significance, such as Samhain or Lammas. 

 ½ cup sweet Muscat wine 

2 tablespoons fine brown sugar 

1 large egg 

⅔ cup flour

 ½ teaspoon poppy seeds 

⅛ teaspoon ground cinnamon 

⅛ teaspoon ground nutmeg

 ⅛ teaspoon salt 

Sunflower oil for frying 

 Mix the egg and the Muscat wine in a bowl. In a smaller bowl, mix together the flour, poppy seeds, cinnamon, sugar and salt. Stir this into the egg mixture. Let it stand for about ½ hour. Combine the nutmeg and honey in a small bowl. Heat some oil in a frying pan (about ½ inch in the bottom) until it’s hot. Drop the batter into the oil one generous spoonful each time and fry until golden. Place on paper towels to drain and then dip into the honey mix. Delicious! 

Smoke in the Air

Title: Smoke in the Air

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: language, recreational drug use, a tiny bit of angst, smut, fluff.

A/N: This is a request for @deanshitsrainbows. :) Enjoy my loves.

Request: “I was wondering if you could do a could you do a smutty dean x reader oneshot where they r best friends and dean finds out that the reader smokes weed and she gets him high for the first time and they end up sleeping together and it ends super fluffy…”

Originally posted by canonspngifs

You gazed up at the night sky, admiring the twinkling stars as you lazily counted them. Smoke swirled around your fingers, traveling up into the warm night air while every muscle in your body relaxed. You didn’t care what time it was, probably approaching four in the morning. There was nothing that was going to get in the way of you ridding yourself of the stress in your mind.

Your thin tank top slid up slightly, allowing the balmy air to kiss your skin. Your bare legs crossed as you laid flat on your back, a light blanket being the only thing between you and the hard surface of the bunker’s roof.

Taking another hit, you closed your eyes. These were the nights that kept you sane. The silence, the high. It was something you clung to as you fought through the emotions slowly derailing your mind.

Dean Winchester.

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Black Magick (Jungkook x Reader)

You’re surprised that you’ve been able to deal with his incessant whining for all the years you’ve known him. You’re even more surprised that you actually like him.

11.7k words, fluff + action, jungkook/reader, witch hunter au


It’s 7 AM and you’re shuffling into the breakfast bar, eyes droopy, still not entirely awake. You see Jungkook standing in the corner, fiddling with the coffee machine. “Hey,” you say, pulling out a chair.

“Morning,” he says distractedly. “Some asshat broke the coffee machine earlier and didn’t bother to fix it, so now I can’t get my coffee.” He looks up from the machine to hand you a case file. “Also, the head assigned us a new mission: searchers found a new rogue up north. Told me that already a few homicide cases have been linked to him. Or something.”

You flip through the papers. “Are you serious? That’s crazy,” you say in wonder.

“What? The lack of coffee? Trust me, I know.”

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The Great Outdoors

A/N: My first AU! This was written for @tatortot2701 ‘s AU challenge and it was a lot of fun. It was supposed to be a short little thing, but it turns out I am one wordy son of a gun and it kind of got away from me. Oh, well. I hope you enjoy it! If you notice any errors or have any comments, don’t hesitate to let me know!  

Summary: You and the gang go camping. Could this be the weekend you finally make a move on Steve? Mostly fluff.

 Warnings: Language and drinking

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