Walking into your house, you see your little cute boyfriend Tae, sleeping on the sofa in the living room. His face is red and his dog ears are pointed up, listening. Tae seems to be moving a lot, shifting side to side uncomfortable. Walking closer, placing your hand on his cheek, smiling at him when his eyes sleepily open up.
“Are you in heat Tae?” Speaking quietly since he just woke up. Tae nodded back, with the sudden move of grabbing the back of your neck smashing his lips against yours, starting a hot make out session. His tongue entering your mouth, fighting dominance that you have already knew you lost. Tae sits up, pulling you closer but still standing. Lifting your top up and off, bra following then Tae goes for your jeans, nearly ripping them off along with your pants.
Tae pushed you onto the floor, opening your legs to clearly see your dripping core. Smirking he hovers over you, giving a quick kiss before Tae undoes his belt and pulls his jeans and boxers down mid thigh, not bothering to take anything off. Entering you roughly, you could almost cum right there and then but you hold on. Tae trusting at and nonhuman speed, not letting you have a chance to adjust to his size.
You are close to cumming but Tae hasn’t slowed down. Tae only gets rougher and you cum all over his cock, your walls tighten around him from the over
sensitivity. Begging for him to stop, Tae pulls out and turning you onto your hands and knees before thrusting back in.
When Tae came, you have at least came about 5 times till his thrusts got weaker. Not pulling out and his cum fulling you up that it’s dripping out and staining the carpet on the floor.
And when you say I love you, you pass out where you were. Taehyung giggling at you and picking you up to take to bed.
BABE I AM HONESTLY S O E X C I T E D FOR SIRIN COVE, EVERY TIME YOU POST SOMETHING SIRIN COVE-RELATED I LOSE MY SHIT I LOVE ALL YOUR BABIES SO MUCH BUT ESP. JENNA BECAUSE COME ON WHAT'S NOT TO LIKE AND PLS TELL US MORE ABT JENNA I ADORE HER 💙
OMG THANKS THIS IS FANTASTIC I’M SO GLAD??!?!
Jenna is an over-packer. Her bag always has her sketchbook and pencils, an umbrella, a hat, sunglasses, a phone charger, bandaids, painkillers, whatever you could possibly need, she’s likely to have it with her.
When she zones out in class she draws little characters and scenes in her notebook; She keeps saying she’ll make a flip book eventually but she hasn’t yet.
Will always stop to pet any dog or cat that she passes.
Has a bird bath and bird feeder in her front yard that she always refills.
When she’s thinking really hard about something she sticks her tongue out the corner of her mouth.
Falls prey to the Wikipedia rabbit hole every time she writes an essay.
The first time Adam walked her to class she was so flustered she tripped up the stairs and almost face planted.
(He didn’t laugh until she started to laugh, so he got to stay.)
She’s s o i n d e c i s i v e it’s the worst, she hates deciding anything.
Harper always chooses where they go out to eat.
Her mum died when she was thirteen and so she and her dad are super close.
She talks too much in class, to friends, to the tutor, when answering questions. Just talking, constantly.
Hello! I seem to remember reading a while back a fic where both harry and louis are contestants in a cooking show, but i cant remember anything else, really i could be making it all up. Do you happen to know which one im talking about?
Hi love! I’m not too sure which fic you’re talking about so here’s some cooking/baking show fics (hopefully the one you’re looking for is here):
Summary:Louis couldn’t be prouder of his bake, but there’s something—there’s something. Something about Harry Styles and the earnest way he measures, pours, mixes, scrapes. Something about the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth as he knocks the air out of his batter.
or a great british bake off au in which louis cares about winning and winning only, harry is made of sunshine and rainbow sprinkles, and niall sticks his nose into other people’s business. also featuring liam as louis’s best friend-slash-concerned mother, and zayn as a macaron connoisseur.
Summary: Louis Tomlinson, second place winner on TXF four years ago, is looking to reinvent his career.
Harry Styles is a baker who is desperate for a bakery of his own.
Louis doesn’t bake. Or cook. Or know how to use an oven.
Take Louis. Take Harry. Add in a heaping cup of sexual tension. Another cup of delicious (and not so delicious) food. A smidgen of competitive spirit. A dash of hopes and dreams. And you get Kitchen Wars, a TV show that promises to be the must-watch event of the fall.
When Cowell Productions acquires an American branch, Louis is saddled with producing Eat It and Weep, the Food Network’s new Kitchen Nightmares inspired reality show. He’s nervous when he finds out that he’s going to be working with Harry Styles, the world’s youngest Michelin-starred chef and an absolutely notorious terror in the kitchen. But it quickly becomes obvious that things will prove difficult for an entirely different reason.
Summary: Harry agrees to be a celebrity chef on a cooking show. This year, the premise is a little different and the chefs are paired up with other celebrities including football player Louis Tomlinson
Makkachin was barking to something near the altar Yuuri’s family had in one of the osen rooms. Curious Yuuri decided to check what was leaving the dog so agitated. It was then that he heard another sound. It wasn’t from makkachin definitely, the sound much more tiny and sharp. It couldn’t be that. It was familiar but should be impossible. He opened the door to the room and there was, Makkachin wagging his tail curious, while in from of him was a figure that was so familiar to Yuuri, yet a bit strange. Sitting and looking expectantly at him was Vii-chan, looking like a misterious aura with it’s blue shades, tongue lolling out of his tiny mouth like Yuuri remembered from his childhood. "Vii-chan?“ The tiny ghost barked happilly after hearing his human friend after so long. Yuuri felt that telltale burn behind his eyes, but he couldn’t care about it, because after believing that he would never see his dog again, here he was. The toy poodle jumped ini his arms, and in that moment Yuuri couldn’t hold his tears anymore, crying of hapiness in having his dog finally in his arms again. Later he would have to explain to a confused Victor what all of that was about, as the Russian heard his cry from affar. His family would be just as elated as him to have the tiny poodle back to their family too. But for now he would enjoy the feeling.
Or the AU where Vii-chan still dies, but comes back as a spirit guardian to protect Yuuri forever <3
A: . ocassionaly, depends on when the person catch me and how broad the submission is.
i am primarily dom, but on occasion can switch for a short period
Q: what kind of submissions do you want/prefer?
A: ooohh difficult… Id say be yourself and what ever that float naturally but if you ask what I’m in to atm it’s probably the stare, when you’re on your knees or in a submissive position looking up at me and opening your mouth, and slightly sticking your tongue out, can just see you’re being for it.. Gets me going like allot 😂😧
That’s it for this round of you have more questions, shoot away ;)
The next day, Steve had to go to work and you asked him if he could drop you off at campus, wanting to explore more of what your future school offered. He said goodbye with a kiss to your cheek and you tried not to let your thoughts dwell on it too much as you walked around the nearly-empty buildings of the large university.
The next few days were filled with applications you had to fill out, make sure you had the right schedule, and even looking for a job to pass the time and get a little money from whilst you were studying in the city. Steve didn’t bring up kissing again and you inwardly denied that it disappointed you.
Request: Okay, so this is Sirius x Reader where you like him and he likes you but neither of you know that and you ask the Marauders and Lily and Marlene if they wanna go to Hogsmeade or whatever the next day but they are all busy except Sirius. So you guys go and you get cold so he gives you his hoodie and you forget to return it or don’t want to because it smells like him and when you do at the end of the day he gets really happy because it smells like you and he wears it. Basically just fluff thanks.
Word Count: About 2,800.
Warning(s): Sexual tension, slightly suggestive comments, Sirius being hot as hell, kissing and stuff.
Note: In summary, this is a Sirius x Reader work about a cold night at Hogsmeade. Also, I deviated a bit from the request. Just a bit.
“We’re all still on for tonight, right?”
“Yeah.” Lily nodded, shrugging on a warm jacket as she headed out the door. “Marlene said to meet them in the common room before we go.”
As you made your way down the staircase next to Lily, you spotted James, Peter, and Marlene lounging on a sofa near the fireplace. Huddled together, the trio seemed to be in a heated conversation.
Nearing them, you heard their hushed whispers.
“Just make up some excuse to–”
Once Peter spotted you approaching, however, he nudged the other two into silence.
“Y/N! Lily!” exclaimed Marlene, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. “Just the ones we’ve been waiting for.”
With a quirked eyebrow, you took a seat on the arm of the couch. When they smiled innocently at you, you shook your head with a small laugh, looking around the room. You thought it might be best to ignore their impish antics. Around you, the Gryffindor common room was bustling with life and chatter. But amidst it all, you couldn’t spot Sirius.
Not that you were waiting for him, of course. He just happened to cross your mind as you looked around.
“He’s almost ready,” said James, a cheeky grin playing on his face.
“He’s delicate! He won’t survive in there!” “He’s not delicate, his biceps are bigger than your goddamn thigh.” “HE DRINKS BEER WITH HIS PINKIES OUT, HE’S DELICATE.”
Yeah, that’s right, we’re not even dating and I still paid, whuddup. Gentleman level wildebeest right here.
and for christ’s sake Yoongi touch his ass at least once you vanilla piece of shit. remember the you-know-whats are in those kitty socks i keep in the back of our closet❤ have fun being a Gaylord no matter what jesus loves you!!1!1!
“12/10 would quantum smash into the fourth dimension,”
“you know what i think? you should date someone that ruins your underwear and not your makeup”
“I don’t believe in vanilla cheesecake unseasoned hardboiled eggs shit if it’s just a quick fuck,”
“Just you wait Min Yoongi. You will rue the day you insulted my weenis.”
“Don’t you dare put your meat juice in my cereal,”
“He looks like he belongs in heaven, right next to the giant bowls of lollipops and the Cat Fancy magazines.”
i’ll send u my address in like 2 sec i have to go look @ the mailbox bc i forgot it
Jeongguk hiccups out a sob. “Oh my God,” he sniffles, letting the tears run down his face in hot, wet streams. “Your dick is so cute.”
[MIN.Y has removed KIM.N from the group] KIM.S: Yoongi-yah I’ve told you so many times you can’t just remove people like that it’s rude! [MIN.Y has removed KIM.S from the group]
“I would sell you to satan for one cornchip,”
“YOU ARE AN IMPURE CHILD, REPENT AND PUT YOUR TONGUE BACK IN YOUR MOUTH,”
“I am going to get out of this chair specifically to kill you, you little shit,”
“I’ve been in a relationship with my hand for the past 23 years,”
When he first hears you say it, it’s faint and he’s not sure if you actually said it or if his mind is playing games. All he hears his your voice,a mere whisper even calling the name “Alex” in your sleep. He can also here you whimpering and a change in your breathing pattern which he recognises as how are when you’re about to cum and he knows he doesn’t like it when you’re having wet dreams about another man, he hates it really.
So when morning comes along with it comes having to face reality and for you to deal with a very distant and angry Harry. When you confront him to talk about it,he promises it’snot big deal and that he’s just having an off day but having been with him for so long, you know he’s lying. You’ve finally had enough after dinner and you corner him when he’s the most vulnerable and his guard was let down : the shower.
“Harry you have to tell me what is wrong or else there’s nothing I can do to help you.”
“Who is Alex, love?” The nickname which was once used as a way to express his love for you and how it was not measurable is not used in a spiteful tone filled with hatred.
At first you're shocked and then you stop for a second and think which brings back the faint memories of a dream that you had the previous night. A dream starring your boyfriend as his character in his film, an arrogant look on his face as he nailed you against a wall and kissed you with all his might. At this you start laughing finally realising why Harry has been so bitter all day, he gets angry when he hears laughter bubble from your lips. it pisses him off about how you find the thought of you cheating on him with a man named Alex funny.
“What’s so funny? Is this relationship funny to you?”
“Oh harry, my sweet innocent baby boy, do you remember what happened when I came to visit you on set during the film?”
“You had fun. You spoke to Fionn, Barry, Aneurin, Tom and Jack and you told me how proud you were. What does this have to do with an Alex?”
You laugh at your daft and apparently clueless boyfriend. “ All that aside, what happened in the bedroom? After you came back from set?”
“Well the condoms I bought for your week long visit got over in two days. You loved my uniform, didn’t you?”A smile slowly grew on his face as he understood where this was going. Well two could play this game, he concluded as a sly smirk formed on his berry pink lips.
“And why was that?” You gasped as you felt his hand slide against your core,already slick and wet at the thought of him fucking you.
His left hand begins to gather your hair against one shoulder, his mouth planting spongy kisses against your neck as his right hand just lingered over where you needed him the most. Two of his fingers slowly entered your hole while his thumb rubbed circles against your clit without any rhythm.
“So wet for me, aren’t you? Who did this to you baby?” his voice rough and husky as it was laced with desire, you failed to notice his accent was also a little thicker.
“You, Harry. You did this. Oh god, please don’t stop.” One of your hands went down to hold his that was still steadily pumping his fingers into you while his thumb continued it’s motion against your sensitive nub. He suddenly stopped, his fingers pulling out of you as his other hand released your hair from it’s gasp.
“What did you call me? That’s not my name, is it baby girl?”He bought him fingers up to his mouth, his tongue peaking out and licking all the wetness that was coated on them as his jade irises stared point blank into your eyes, a lustful look in them.
“Well, I would. But that’s not my name either.” His arms were crossed in front of him as he looked at you, finally having you in the place where he wanted you, All pliant and willing to do anything for him.
“Well I’m running out of answers and I need you Harry please.” You stomped your foot frustrated, tears pooling in your eyes as you were desperate for him. Desperate for his cock to be in you, to reach that sweet spot that made you see stars and feel like your were in heaven.
He stepped forward, cornering you completely into the wet shower wall. Your back hit the cold tiles as you looked at him all doe eyed and desperate, his favourite look on you if he’s being honest.
“Well darling, you can call me Alex.”
So that’s little thought I had this morning. I hope you all liked it, I can do part two of her actually calling him “Alex” in bed if y’all are up for it. @trulymadlysydney@oh-styles , you can’t beat me at my own game. Payback is a bitch, isn’t it?
After an ugly breakup between you and your boyfriend of nearly one year, Jimin – you’re not only heartbroken, but absolutely irate at the things discovered after the two of you split up. One night while under the influence of pure unadulterated anger and alcohol, you and your best friend come up with the perfect plan to get back at him. Because, after all, you do know what they say, right?
If he breaks your heart, you fuck his best friend.
The gentle click of heels against the linoleum floor - almost drowned out by the muffled music coming from the end of the corridor. A cracked door, the only light source in a space that had no windows. When Jeongyeon had told you that Hoseok would be practicing late, you almost didn’t believe her. You and he had never been close. The only time you ever spoke was when Jimin would bring you over to the frat house and most of the time Hoseok would be making out with his girlfriend or fucking her loud enough that when she would leave his room - dazed with messy lipstick and a bubbly expression on her face, the boys would tease her nonstop until a blush rose on her cheeks.
A/N: Sorry it took so long, I tried to finish this before my vacation but that obviously didn’t happen lol. Please enjoy!
Jung Hoseok loves your mouth.
A proven fact.
He loves when your mouth opens wide as you try desperately to contain your laughter.
He loves when your mouth connects with his in an intimate kiss. A kiss that steals his breath away and has him becoming light headed. Just a swipe of your tongue along his bottom lip has him singing hymns of your name.
He loves how your mouth releases a string of profanities, whether it be from you screaming in his face or because his head is nestled between your legs.
He loves your mouth covered in powdered sugar, lips upturned with a giddy smile as he wipes the residue from your lips with the pad of his thumb.
He loves when your mouth juts out into a pout, whining his name when he isn’t compliant with your wishes. Or when you are lying in bed, breasts pressed up against his sturdy back, and lips just barely grazing the skin of his neck. Your steady breaths causing the tiny hairs on his neck to stand up.
But the place he loves your mouth the most, is around his rigid cock.
Hoseok is no stranger to the wonders of what an overactive imagination and a high libido can do. He’s found himself sporting a boner in the early mornings more times than he’d like to admit. It was never a problem when he was alone though, no. He’d gently rub himself through his boxers teasingly, just the way he liked. Not giving himself anymore friction until precum leaked through.
With you in the bed, was a whole other issue. He always woke up before you and found it easiest to stealthily slip from your hold and into the bathroom. Hoseok took every precaution, leaving the sink running and making sure all of his emission made it into the toilet. He knows you’d have no problem helping him out, but he can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt whenever he entertains the idea of disturbing your slumber. So he’ll settle for his hand instead of your wet warm-
Hoseok’s eyes flutter open at the dull heat bubbling up in his lower stomach. The first thing he sees is your small hand wrapped around his shaft, tongue generously licking around his swollen tip. The light filtering through the drapes hits you at an angle that makes you look celestial, causing him to groan at the sight.
“Oh! You’re up.” You say, looking at him through your thick lashes. Like you didn’t have a handful of his cock in your hand. This made him growl lowly.
You dip your tongue into his slit, garnering a positive reaction as he sucks in a breath, gripping the sheets. You love how easy it is to get Hoseok riled up. Just a mere swipe of the tongue had his breath becoming ragged. His hips were bucking up into your fist needily, loving the cat and mouse game that ensued between the tips of his dick and your tongue.
“P-please baby, use your mouth more.” He cooed out to you, running an encouraging hand through your hair.
He didn’t have to tell you twice before your mouth was engulfing his whole length. The stretch, made your jaw ache, but all that was ignored in favor of tuning in on his muffled cries, thighs shaking on either side of you.
You look up to him, eyes lidded with lust and keep his gaze locked with yours as you fully slide him into your mouth, until his tip is but a hair’s breadth away from tickling your uvula. You let out a muffled purr at the feel of his heat pulsating onto your tongue before sliding him the rest of the way.
You move to take him out for some air but Hoseok has other plans. He holds your head down, cautiously thrusting into your mouth. Your gagging accompanied by the sloppy noises your mouth makes on his slick cock is like music to his ears and pre-cum dribbles from his tip, some of it spilling out of your mouth and onto his balls.
Once he loses the strength to hold your head down, you take over, bobbing your head up and down quickly in hopes of pushing him to release. It went on like this for a little, with you deep throating him and taking little breaks for air before jumping back on his dick.
The sight of you, with drool dripping down your chin, eyes nearly rolled back, and the erotic angle of you on your knees, butt poked out behind you was just too much for poor Hoseok to handle. He deemed it too early for such a view, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it.
You moaned around him, sending tantalizing vibrations through the nerve endings lining his spine and toes, sending his back arching into your touch, but you weren’t done just yet. Your hands moved down to cup him warm balls, gently moving them around in your hand, all while swallowing around him. The feel of your throat constricting around him has his shaft pulsing inside of you.
He was so close, you knew it.
He pushes at your shoulder to get you up, and you comply, moving to sit on your haunches.
“O-on your tongue baby, okay?” Hoseok stands so his crotch is level with your face, violently jerking at his length in front of your face.
“Okay, Hobi.” You stick your tongue out, giving him encouraging little flicks while he works himself to orgasm. You don’t wait long because with a guttural moan, his seed is spurting out onto your tongue in ivory ribbons. You make sure to take all of it, not letting a single drop go to waste.
Hoseok rides out the last little aftershocks of his orgasm rubbing his length along your cum coated tongue as he slowly retracts back into his skin once more. “Can you swallow all of that for me baby?”
You eagerly waited for this command and in one gulp you swallowed his essence. The feeling of the sticky substance steadily trickling down your throat. Once you were sure it was all gone you opened your mouth to show him that there was in fact, no more traces of his passion in your mouth.
He leans down to press a solid kiss to your mouth, licking your lips in the process.
“Damn baby, with a mouth like that how am I not supposed to brag to the guys about how talented my girlfriend is.” He pats your head in approval and you can’t help but show him a brilliant smile that looked like you drowned in sunshine.
Summary: Your best friend had gotten a new job, but wouldn’t tell you what it was. You decide to take it upon yourself to find out, so you find the address to his work. But… why did the address lead you to a strip club?
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut (M)
A/N: If you haven’t already, please read part one here . Anywho, this fic contains exhibitionism, public masturbation, extreme dirty talk, daddy kink, hj, etc. This is a sinful fic. You have been warned ;)
To say that you were embarrassed, was an understatement; you
felt bloody humiliated. Why? This was because you came in here confidently
thinking you’d find Jimin, and boast about how smart you were to find where he
worked. But ohh how wrong you would be…
It was already uncomfortable sitting on this hard chair on
stage. But what made it ten times worse was that your sweet best friend, was
currently standing in front of you half naked, tempting you in view of a large
crowd. Besides that, he held your hand in a vice grip above the band on his
“Unbutton my pants Y/N,” Jimin said just loud enough for you
to hear, over the booming cheers of the crowd.
You couldn’t even look him in the eyes – his usually soft
brown orbs were now intimidatingly seductive. You were awkwardly gawking at
your hand in his, right above the button to his pants. How did this even happen
again? You would’ve never have expected this to ever occur, not even in your
dreams. But atlas, it was.
You took a big gulp before you stuttered, “W-what? I d-don’t
think I should…”