no bras allowed

His Throne [JHS]

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Jung Hoseok on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Hoseok, dom!Hoseok, thigh riding

Written by: Admin Jifairy

A/N: So I figured since I just turned 18, I should challenge myself and write my first smut! It kinda totally sucks, but what can ya do?  PCs to vikttoria16.

Version: Jimin | Jungkook | Namjoon | Yoongi | Seokjin | Taehyung


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Jung Hoseok, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Hoseok demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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Oppa

A NIGHT AT HOME | NAMJOON VERSION

WORD COUNT: 3,682

warnings: graphic smut, spanking, orgasm denial, daddy oppa kink, ass play

Originally posted by hayoomin

masterlist | ask | song


“What are you staring at?” You chuckled, peering over the book you were reading to meet your boyfriend Namjoon’s gaze. It wasn’t unusual for him to stare, in fact it was rather ordinary. His eyes immediately pulled away from yours, wide with embarrassment as he pretended to work on his MacBook.

“Nothing.” He smiled shyly, his dimples piercing his cheeks in the most breathtaking way.

Despite being together for almost four years, your chest still bloomed at the littlest of things. His dimples, the way he would frown and chew his plump lips when he concentrated, how he could never write something down without ink finding a way to stain his hand. He was the leader of a famous Kpop group, Bangtan - or as they were more popularly and internationally known as; BTS. The two of you met in a small independent bookstore in Hongdae, Seoul. His charismatic charms and shy, sensitive personality won you over in a heartbeat, and you hadn’t looked back since.

Of course he wasn’t always shy and sensitive.

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His Throne [MYG]

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Min Yoongi on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Yoongi, dom!Yoongi, thigh riding

Version: Hoseok | Jimin | Jungkook | Namjoon | Seokjin | Taehyung

A/N: This is the first smut I’ve ever written so I’m sorry if it’s bad TT. PCs to vikttoria16.


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Min Yoongi, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Yoongi demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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BTS Reaction to: their S/O not wearing a bra to sleep

Thank you to anon for the request!

***I do not own any of the gifs***

Seokjin:

Jin would be such a gentleman about it when you got into bed with him after noticing you were bra-less. He would express that he wanted you to be comfortable and didn’t mind you sleeping without a bra on, besides it allowed him to be much closer to you. He’d also obviously be quite turned on by it, but probably wouldn’t say anything about it directly and just silently enjoy your chest pressed against his as he cuddled you closer to him while snaking his arms around your waist.

Yoongi:

Yoongi would try to play things off cool as he usually does and pretend that he totally didn’t notice that you climbed into bed next to him without a bra on. He’d try to steal sly glances down at your chest when he thought you weren’t looking and would claim he didn’t know what you were talking about if you called him out on it. In reality, he’d probably be secretly turned on and would maybe even leave the room at one point if he couldn’t handle it while claiming that he had something “super important” to do. 

Hoseok:

Hoseok would definitely not be shy about pointing out the fact that you didn’t have a bra on and would express his love for it. He would probably be turned on but would only express it by cuddling you. You could expect him to immediately bound towards you to wrap his arms around you and pull you close to him so he could feel your warmth against him. He’d also definitely take advantage of you being bra-less by resting his head on your pillowy chest. 

Namjoon:

Namjoon would not be afraid to express his attraction towards you when he saw that you got into bed next to him without a bra on. You would literally have to pry him off as he would not let go of you, tightly wrapping his arms around your waist to keep your chest pressed against his. He’d also probably make so many attempts to slide his hands under your shirt to rest against your bare skin while suggestively looking you up and down.    

Jimin:

Jimin would try to be discreet about how turned on he was by seeing you come into the bedroom without a bra on and would probably try to make secret glances. However, after a while, he wouldn’t be able to hide it very well and would just resort to slowly making moves to cuddle with you and get as close to you as possible. Jimin wouldn’t directly express how turned on he was, rather he would start out with soft neck kisses and then pulling you closer so he could rest his head on top of your chest.

Taehyung:

Taehyung would be as touchy as anyone could be. You would have to be prepared for hands all over you when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra as you got into bed with him. He wouldn’t be able to help it honestly, he’d be so interested with the way your chest looked under your shirt when you were bra-less and his hands would just subconsciously reach for your boobs. You could also expect him trying to sneak his hands inside of your shirt and being all giggly when he felt your warm skin.

“Jagi, they just look so soft!”

Jungkook:

This poor boy would have no idea what to do with himself when you came into the bedroom without a bra. Jungkook would be immediately turned on after seeing the way your pajama shirt outlined your chest and would get so flustered. If you tried to hug him, he’d probably back away slowly because he’d feel embarrassed, but he would also unintentionally stare at your chest with wide eyes and claim that he had no idea he was doing it when you called him out.

“No, jagi! I wasn’t staring, I promise!”

***Feel free to send me any requests!***

Twisted Up

A/N: Alright, I’m terribly sorry to my dear Twister Anon who has waited so long for this! I’m so glad you requested this, because I had a lot of fun writing this particular smut of mine :3 I hope you’ll enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Lots of love to you, Twister Anon and all my PCY stans out there! x

Pairing(s): Chanyeol x Reader

Warnings: Vanilla sex

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Requested: Yes, by my darling Twister Anon <3

Summary: A game of Twister with Chanyeol ends up being taken into the bedroom.

Word Count: 2839

Soundtrack: Toothbrush // DNCE

Originally posted by parkchanyeolieoppa

“God damn it, Chanyeol! It’s right foot on red, not blue”, you burst out laughing, already twisted in an awkward position of your own. With your left hand resting on the yellow circle and your right hand on purple, you’re not exactly in a comfortable predicament.

To your left, Jongdae is twisted up in a human pretzel, trying hard to keep himself from losing his balance as his giggles rumble throughout his form. To your right, Chanyeol seems to be having a bit of a struggle in keeping up with the instructions Junmyeon is diligently reading out from his perch on the nearby barstool.

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His Throne [KNJ]

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Kim Namjoon on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Namjoon, dom!Namjoon, thigh riding

Version: Hoseok | Jimin | Jungkook | Yoongi | Seokjin | Taehyung

A/N: This is the first smut I’ve ever written so I’m sorry if it’s bad TT. PCs to vikttoria16.


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Kim Namjoon, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Namjoon demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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anonymous asked:

But breasts ARE sexual organs? They release oxytocin when stimulated, that makes them sexual.

ive had to deal w this argument before ok listen here

boobs do the oxytocin thing when theyre stimulated yes, nipples are an erogenous zone. Men’s nipples do this too. Now read over those two sentences and let the double standard dawn on you okay? Think about it if both kinds of nips release oxytocin when you do the touch touch on them, why is only one kind of nip considered a sexual nip? sexism that’s why

it’s ridiculous and technically makes a dude’s nipples more inappropriate than a lady’s nipples because boy nipples serve virtually no other purpose than to be stimulated by temperature change or by sexual activity, while girl nipples serve the added purpose of oh you know, feeding babies no big deal

but nah man nah both can be aroused so both nips are sexual or no nips are so make up your mind

you know where else is an erogenous zone?? ears. Are you wearing an ear bra/?? Why the fuck arent you wearing your fucking ear bra you trash put on yoourfucking ear bra youre not allowed to show your fucking ears thats so inappropriate and its makinng me horny its distracting me from my school work youre not following the dresscode wear your fucking ear bra yo ufucking

Yoongi Scenario: Tainted Love - Part 9.

Request: Could you make one with Yoongi being some sort of demon/vampire boss that every one is super scared of but then there is Y/N, Yoongi is in love with her and everyone is always super impressed how Yoongi always surrenders and softens when something is about her? He’s super protective and wants to please her in his own way, thank you for doing this i love you

Summary: Demons are merciless, demons are ruthless, demons can’t hold nothing dear to them. Yoongi is the leader, the king of the demon world. He is feared as he is respected, no one expected him to bring a human girl as his lover, you. You fell in love and now you are in the midst of adjusting to the demon world, its custums, and its dangers. But everything is worth it if is for him, the demon king that lives between shadows and that would turn hell apart to protect you.

Demon AU. Featuring all BTS.

Genre: Romance / Drama

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8


Yoongi appeared in front of your eyes startling you, but instead of the relief you expected to feel with his return you felt the fear escalating, you stared horrified at him, his hair damp, all his clothes dirty, torn at some parts, and the blood, black and red blood stained his pale skin wherever your eyes landed.

With a gasp you jumped out the bed and rushed to where he was standing, and only then he acknowledged your presence, his eyes going all over you to prove you were ok, like it wasn’t him who had blood all over his body.

-Yoongi, what happened?- you asked staring at him from up close looking frantically for wounds -Are you hurt? are you ok? Yoongi-

You lifted your hand to touch his face but he slapped it away and his eyes before expressionless were now angry.

-Y/N, get away-

You frowned as you registered his words, confused, but your worry for him was bigger, the metallic scent of the blood was concentrated, he looked like a mess, he had been fighting or killing, most probably both.

-No- you said touching his face making him stiffen, there was a warning in his eyes, but you stood firm, you didn’t want to be scared of him, you weren’t. You slid his fringe away from his forehead to confirm the blood dripping from it wasn’t his. It wasn’t, your eyes went down to his neck and chest, you opened his shirt and noticed how the fabric was torn at some parts, his white skin was smeared with fresh thick blood in some parts, already dried in others.

He grabbed your hands and pushed them away trying to dodge you but you stepped on his way. -Y/N, stop-

-No- you repeated. -You come here so late, looking like this and you expect me to walk away?-

-Yes- he answered venomously through gritted teeth.

You glared back at him, but your heart still beat fast with the fear of him being hurt. -Are you ok? are you hurt?-

-It’s not mine- he cleared and you sighed in relief. -Don’t get close to me now- he started walking to the bathroom and you followed him getting inside with him.

-Why not? Yoongi talk to me please-

-Y/N, I’m fucking soaking in blood-

-I don’t care- you retorted even if you had to concentrate to not let the strong odor get you dizzy.

Yoongi sighed tiredly and you got closer to him again, he still wore his lightweight jacket that was sticking to the fabric of his shirt, you touched the flaps of it and then your hands went to down to hold his.
He stood still and didn’t pull away his hands when you intertwined your fingers with his, neither when you stepped closer and skimmed his lips with yours in a subtle kiss. -Let me, please-

Yoongi lowered his head and you nodded, going to the tub to set it up.

While that was ready you came back to him, peeling the jacket from him, letting you see that under it he was unharmed. Yoongi just stood still, staring at your every move with attentive yet heavy eyes as your hands went around his body, carefully undressing him.

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Game Night [Smut] - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Author: dylanowhy (me)

Summary: You are new to Beacon Hills and attend Lydia’s party with your new friend Kira where you meet a few people, but one stands out a little bit more than the others.

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: Language. Sexually Explicit Content.  

Word Count: 2,767

A/N: This is the final installment of Warm Welcome, I hope you guys enjoy!

Part I - Part II

Originally posted by hickey-aesthetic


Vibration seeped through your body. It was from the continuous stomping of the people around you. It was game night and you were here to cheer on your school, it also helped there was a mole cursed boy who looked pretty damn good in the light burgundy jersey. “Now it’s time to get out there and kick some ass!” Coach yelled after one of his huge pep talks, causing the boys to get riled up and ready for a good game. “Not you Greenburg, sit down. No one wants you out there.” You couldn’t help but smile, Stiles giving you a small wave before he went to take his position on the field, you were so lost inside your own mind, swimming with the things you’d like to do to the boy, you almost didn’t hear Kira talking to you.

“He likes you. I think it’s cute.” You laughed softly at her words, if she only knew. The last few weeks between you and Stiles had been something else. It was filled with secret looks that only you two understood, followed by under the table hand jobs and hickies that were becoming too hard to cover up after 10 minute breaks between classes. The thoughts caused a smirk to appear on your face, although things had been pretty heated it hadn’t passed the threshold of no return yet. Oh no, you were saving that for tonight.

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I’m Head Chef || c.h

warning: smut af and long af

summary: calum wants dessert and the sweetest thing he had was you. 

I M A G I N E 

“And that’s how you prepare a good piece of toast with Vegemite,” Calum said proudly as he smears some Vegemite on the toast with a butter knife. 

You were joined with Calum behind the counter as he was cooking meals. There was a camera set up a bit far from you two, recording an entire live stream. For some reason, Calum always wanted to have his own brief cooking show. You had no idea why, but the management thought it was a great idea for publicity reasons, too. So, here you were, watching your boyfriend prepare the most basic meals for hormonal fans all over the world. 

“That’s all for today you guys!” Calum said, waving at the camera as he bit off a piece of his toast. “Catch us next time on Calum Cooks– whenever we decide to even do this again. Honestly tweet me and tell me if you guys like it and I’ll probably do it again. Love you guys!” Calum quickly rushed to the camera and turned it off, having the red light disappear. 

“Welp, that’s a wrap then,” you said, clapping your hands together as you removed your clean apron. As you did, you watch Calum hold the camera while looking distantly at it. He seemed lost in thought, having concern strike you as you watched your boyfriend. “Is everything okay, baby?” 

You watched closely as Calum’s plump lips quickly curve into a smirk. He turns the camera stand to the right, having the camera face the hallway. You mentally note down the fact that it is no longer facing you as Calum turns over at you and smiles. 

“Just in case,” he mumbles before joining you behind the counter once more. He quickly grabs your waist and leans you against the counter to kiss you hungrily. You kissed him back after a moment of shock. Kissing him, you felt the crumbs of the toast against your lips. You even had the taste of Vegemite now in your mouth as Calum put his tongue in your mouth. 

“Babe-!” You suddenly break away from his lips, having your hands pressed against his chest to push him away. The both of you were now breathing hard, as Calum refused to stop for air for a good 5 minutes. “Wh-what’s going on? Why’d you turn the camera?” 

“I wanted to prepare one more meal, princess,” Calum whispered, looking into your eyes with his almond ones. They were now full of lust as they stared at your flushed face. “But this meal must be prepared and eaten privately.” 

Calum held your waist with a stronger grip before quickly, but carefully, placing your back upon the granite counter. You tried sitting up slightly, but Calum quickly held you down softly at your shoulders. 

“Babe?” You asked with wander, watching Calum walk over to the refrigerator and open it up slowly. Ignoring you completely, Calum was grabbing items from the cold storage with ease. You tried to see, but his large torso completely blocked your sight. He then closed the refrigerator before turning around and placing the items down next to you on the counter. 

There was a bottle of whipped cream, a bottle of chocolate syrup, and a box of cherries. 

“I just want dessert, baby,” Calum seductively whispered in your ear, having your body crawl with goosebumps. He went to the side of the counter where your head was resting. He reached over to the hem of your shirt and began to pull it towards him. You straighten your arms, allowing him to remove your shirt with ease. Being left with just your bra, you blush a bit and cover them as best you can with your hands. 

“Baby, I’m head chef,” Calum said, giving your ear a little nibble before going to the other side of the counter. He itched his hands under your back and unclasped your bra. You allowed him to pull down the straps and then lift it from your body. “Whatever I say, goes.” 

“But..” you trailed off, watching with wide eyes as Calum grabs the whipped creams and begins to shake it vigorously. You bite your bottom lip anxiously, watching him remove the cap with just his thumb. “Calum, what are you–”

With a swift motion, Calum begins to shoot the whipped scream on your right breast. You squealed from the coldness of the whipped cream as Calum sprayed it around your mound in a swirl. Your hands grasped the sides of the granite that wasn’t on the wooden pedestal it was mounted on. He then did the other breast, having your back arch from the coolness. Your felt your nipples get erect, perking up from the cold interaction. 

“Mm, baby,” Calum moaned, putting the whipped cream down to pick up the chocolate syrup. “I love the sounds you make.” 

We put the world away…” you began to sing, having Calum smile before putting a bit of syrup in his mouth. He put it down gently before leaning above you and smashing his lips on his. He slid his tongue in your mouth, having the sweet chocolate dance in your mouth as you deepened the kiss. He then detached, looking at your chest as it heaved from shortage of breath. 

“So perfect,” Calum murmured as he began to swirl the syrup around your whipped creamed breasts. He carelessly began to squeeze the syrup on your stomach, making a wavy pattern down to your lower abdomen. Placing the syrup down, he went for the box of cherries before realizing that you still had your shorts on. “Fucks sake.” Calum quickly went to your feet and reached to unbutton your shorts. You watch as he pulls them off with aggression, with your panties following them. 

“Calum!” You moaned from his sudden strength, feeling your bare ass against the cold, granite counter. Calum smirked, going back to the box of cherries. He took out two and inspected them, ensuring they were perfect. He then placed them right in the middle of your swirls, feeling them sink down to hit your erect nipples. 

“Time to eat,” Calum said hungrily. He places his forearms under you, having one under your back and the other under the backs of your knees. He picked you up with all his strength and guided you to the bedroom. Placing you on the bed, Calum began stripping in front of you. 

You watched as he first removed his shirt. His toned torso was marvelous, having you drool a bit as your eyes wandered down his abs and ended at his defined V-line. He glanced at you, grinning a bit before his hands began unbuckling his belt. Pulling down his tight jeans, you watch as he revealed his hard member behind his Calvin Klein underwear. 

“Not gonna take that off, love?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at him as he chuckled. 

“Not yet, beautiful,” Calum assured as he got on the bed and was on all four above you. He dipped down and gave you a tender kiss on the lips. He left them quickly, feeling them sore a bit as he began to trail kisses down your neck. Your hands grabbed the bed sheets, carelessly removing some of it off the mattress. You felt Calum’s lips nibbling on your collarbone before his tongue began to trail down to your left breast. 

“F-fuck, Calum…” you moaned, feeling his tongue begin to eat a bit of whipped cream from your breast. He rose a bit from it, biting his bottom lip before taking a huge lick of it. Goosebumps rose all over your body once more, giving you a wave of pleasure as Calum began to neatly clean your breast. He’d nibble at your mound, secluding your nipple that held the very cherry he was ever so tempted to eat. 

“You’re so sweet, baby,” Calum mumbled, taking the cherry in his mouth. You watch as he held the cherry teasingly between his white pearls. He bites down on it, its juices dripped down his chin and onto your body. Spitting out the stem, he goes back down and begins to suck on your nipple. You moaned loudly, feeling as he cleaned the last bit of whipped cream from your pink bud. Pleasure jolted all over your body, feeling heat rise up in your flower. 

“Please do the o-other one, Calum,” you pleaded, having Calum oblige happily before going to work on your other breast. Within minutes, both of your breasts were cleaned in sight but superbly sticky. You watch him eat the other cherry before he goes down and begins to lick off the trail of chocolate syrup he made. His tongue slide down your stomach, having you arch your back again as he stopped right before your flower. 

“The sweetest part,” Calum commented, licking his lips before he went down on your flower. His tongue wandered inside, feeling his lips against your hot ones. He nibbled your clit a bit, softly rubbing it between his teeth before sucking on it. 

“Calum!” You screamed, feeling yourself lose control as he blew inside you softly. He used his tongue again, attempting to reach your G spot as you writhed in pleasure. “Ah– f-fuck, C-Cal, I’m gonna–” you chocked on your spit, the pleasure becoming overwhelming as you quickly released into Calum’s mouth. 

“Mm,” Calum hummed against your pussy, having you moan as he began to eat you out. Eating every last bit of your liquids, Calum chuckled and sat up. Offering you his hands, you grab them and sit up with him. He grabs your chin between his index finger and thumb before giving you a quick, tender kiss on your lips. “Let’s clean you up, princess.” 

With that, Calum carries you off the bed and guides you into the master bathroom to finish off his meal.

His Throne [KTH]

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Kim Taehyung on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Taehyung, dom!Taehyung, thigh riding

Version: Hoseok | Jimin | Jungkook | Namjoon | Yoongi | Seokjin

A/N: This is the first smut I’ve ever written so I’m sorry if it’s bad TT. PCs to vikttoria16.


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Kim Taehyung, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Taehyung demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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Jealousy

Finn Balor/OC- Seth is friends with the reader and that makes Finn a little jealous.

Warnings: Spanking

Oh yeah I finally wrote this. Hey anon I hope this is everything you ever hoped and dreamed for.

@the-geekgoddes @vebner37 @nickysmum1909 @ambrosegirlforever @alexispoo


Finn and I have been dating for about 6 months now and we couldn’t be happier. We were both on the same brand and traveling together, making our wrestling careers great for the both of us. 

 As we walked towards catering with our hands intertwined whispering to each other about this or that, I caught a familiar face out of the corner of my eye.

“SETH.” I screamed my friends name as I ran towards him, leaving Finn behind me. I jumped into Seth’s arm giggling as he spun us in a circle.

Seth set me down and looked at me with a huge smile on his face, “Hey kid. Hows it going? I missed you like crazy.” Seth looked past my shoulder for a second to see Finn slowly walking towards us. He pointed at him and looked back at me, “And when did this happen?”

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Naughty Girl

Title: Naughty Girl

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

A/n: 🔥🔥 sex, I’m so on fire today, I went all the way with this one, God I really hope you guys like it

Warnings: NSFW, explicit smut

Originally posted by caps-bucky

Your name: submit What is this?


It was almost eleven at night and the after mission party was still going strong, the lights were flashing and the ever so loud electro music was pounding loudly across the tower. You sighed, quickly downing your tequila shot, pushing it over to the bartender, signalling that you wanted another one.

“Well, aren’t you just a ray of sunshine” Natasha commented as she settled into the bar stool beside you , her Mai Tai in hand. “I’m bored, the guys are having so much fun” you replied blandly, gesturing to the men that stood at the other end of the hall, a few shots on the table as they continued with their pool game, the pile of money growing with each lost.

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His Throne [JJK]

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Jeon Jungkook on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Jungkook, dom!Jungkook, thigh riding

Version: Hoseok | Jimin | Namjoon | Yoongi | Seokjin | Taehyung

A/N: This is the first smut I’ve ever written so I’m sorry if it’s bad TT. PCs to vikttoria16.


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Jeon Jungkook, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Jungkook demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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Lingerie

Title: Lingerie

Pairing: Lance Tucker x reader

Request: Hey 😊 Could I request one with Lance Tucker where the reader and him are in a relationship and he is away on a competition for a while and then he comes back earlier and surprises the reader with a gift, like new sexy lingerie he bought or Idk? 😏😊

A/n: I need opinion on this one, my first Lance Tucker smut, I don’t know if I’ll write another one? Another important thing is after this fic, i will not be writing for a while, maybe a week or a bit more, so as to take care of some personal family issues. Thank you for understanding

Warnings: NSFW, explicit Smut

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms


Originally posted by maxinegunter

Your name: submit What is this?


You groaned, watching as the latest Jessica Jones episode rolled it’s credits. You pulled off your earphones, checking the clock on the nightstand. It was nearly eight at night, and it was only Tuesday. It was another damn week before your Olympian boyfriend’s competition ended. You cried out in frustration as it was another week without Lance or the mind blowing orgasms he was always sure to give you.

And that was when you heard it, the familiar sound of the door clicking open. You frowned, it couldn’t possibly be Lance, he told you last night over Skype that he still has another week to go before coming home. Could it be Hope? You remembered her visiting just a few days back. “Stupid fucking competition” you cursed, getting up from the bed and heading towards the hall, ready to greet Hope and another unproductive day of milkshakes and girl talk.

“Don’t you look sexy” you glanced up, squealing with joy and excitement as Lance stood at the door, his brown duffle bag in hand, and that smug smirk you had grown to love together with that man. “But you said another week, you fucking liar” you joked, pushing him as your boyfriend slid his hand down to your bare ass, squeezing the soft flesh.

“In my defence, I missed you” he replied, and picked up his duffle bag. “You just missed fucking me Tucker” you added, watching as he grinned, realizing where you were bringing this conversation to. “You missed my cock Angel?” He growled, licking his lips as you slid your hand down his chest, palming his half hard cock through his pants. “I want your cock Lance, please, I need it” you moaned, feeling him harden.

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Submission is your position, Puppy

Summary: Lucifer dressed up as Castiel quickly finds out that you are currently seeing the former king of hell, and quickly learns how to exploit that fact to his own benefit, but will his newly acquired puppy be willing to be a good boy for a treat

Pairing: Crowley X Reader

Warnings: forced bondage (Crowley in collar and chained up)! Smut! Swearing! Angst! Fluff!

Exclaimer: This is for @fangasm202

Lucifer over looked from his thrown as the demons ran around him in chaos, there was no order to it, which meant it was exactly how he liked it. His eyes slowly drifted from the chaotic seen to the deathly silent corner as the whole in the wall were an iron gate rusted with salt obscured the former king of hell face from the devils gaze.

The devils eyes brows on loan furrowed as he looked at the Hawaii shirt wearing demon talking to him as if trying to silently plan his rise or his escape. The Lucifer rolled his eyes and huffed as he leaned back on his throne, he looked up and around. He didn’t have much on the king of hell really, he was once known as the king of the crossroads had worked with the Winchester multiple time, but he couldn’t really see the Winchester brothers as a soft spot for Crowley, then it as if the angel trapped inside this body tried to hide whatever information he could on the king of hell he let one thing slip.

“Oh you think you could hide her puppy!?” Lucifer shouted across the chaotic room loud enough to make every demon stop in their tracks and the former king of hell to look up from the floor of his cell with a fain look of confusion and stupidity, he was a better actor than he looked but Lucifer just smirked as he threw himself from the throne and stalked towards the small cell containing Crowley Ex-king of hell.

“As much as you want me to believe that you have no idea who I’m talking about, I’m sure if I just mentioned her name, your neglected little friend you happily twitch to life. I bet her name would just roll off my tongue…hmmm (Y/N)….oh her name is…”

“Don’t you dare say her name!” Crowley growled the sound rumbling in his chest as he glared up at Lucifer prancing about in Castiel’s meat suit. What he would give to rip him out of the oblivious angel and go back to you, and sadly enough Lucifer wasn’t wrong about mentioning your name, Crowley felt his blood rush south painfully quick as soon as he said your name, as the times Crowley had said your names with urgency, aggression, desperation and love. He had said it so many ways, so when he heard your name roll off the prince of hells snake like tongue made a shiver crawl down his spine and made the blood drain from the whole of his body.

“Now you see Crowley…you can’t do anything.” Lucifer chuckled as he rested his hands on the salt sealed iron gate of Crowley’s cell. Crowley knew that all too well but he didn’t let up his scowl as his eyes slowly glowed red. For a once king of the cross roads he was surprisingly strong even with a warred collar around his throat. Lucifer chuckled and grabbed the chain through eth cell bars pulling his face against the salt coated iron. Lucifer watched as the skin of Crowley meat suit burned bubbled and blistered at the touch of the bars.

“You see puppy, you’re going to do what I say. If you don’t I won’t’ just take it out on you, I’ll take it out on (Y/N) and I’m not talking physically, you see I have your phone and I’m sure you’ve hid her number under some strange name but Castiel also has her number so it won’t take too long, imagine the torture of sending her a text saying that you no longer want to see her, that the sound of her name makes you wretch and the very idea that the king of hell would stoop so low to involve himself with a human, a hunter.” And at that very second Lucifer saw what was left of the former king of hells resistance crumble, Crowley’s face fell and his gaze dropped to the floor of his cell. The devil had him where he wanted him.

“But if you behave, I’m sure (Y/N) would happily venture into hell to see if you were still alive, and if I think you’ve been a good enough boy, I may give you two some alone time. How does that sound puppy?” Crowley didn’t know how to answer; if he argued or rebelled he feared what Lucifer would send you pretending to be him.

“good.” Lucifer smirked and pulled the chain tighter pulling Crowley harder against the gate making his grunt in pain as his skin soldered itself to the metal.

“Good, what?” Crowley didn’t even dare sigh as he screwed his eyes shut trying now to scream out in pain as he skin began to burn down to the bone.

“That sounds good, Sir.” Lucifer pushed Crowley away from the gate ripping his partly melted flesh away from the salt Iron Gate.

“Good! Now your chores start tomorrow let’s hope you’re going to be a good puppy for (Y/N)’s sake.”

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His Throne [PJM]

Genre: Smut, some angst

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Park Jimin on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Jimin, dom!Jimin, thigh riding

Version: Hoseok | Jungkook | Namjoon | Yoongi | Seokjin | Taehyung

A/N: This is the first smut I’ve ever written so I’m sorry if it’s bad TT. PCs to vikttoria16.


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Jimin, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Jimin demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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A Heated Discussion

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where they have rough sex after an argument. @coveofmemories @sweetg

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“Why wouldn’t you tell me where you were, Y/N?” Spencer asked angrily as you walked back into the apartment. “I was worried about you and you were gone for hours. You didn’t answer my phone, what was I supposed to do. I thought you were dead on the side of the road somewhere.”

After weeks of searching, you had found an amazing antique wall clock in an antique store a state away. It was a four hour drive and you didn’t want him to know because it was for his birthday. So what did he do? He asked Penelope to track your phone because he was ‘worried,’ which meant that he knew exactly where you were and had been spoiled about his birthday present. You were pissed. It had taken you forever to find something and he was so hard to surprise, so now you were going to have to find something else to surprise him. “Spence, it took me forever to find you a gift and you ruined it!”

“You wouldn’t answer my call! What was I supposed to do?” he exclaimed. 

As you walked into the kitchen for a drink, you started yelling, this time into the refrigerator. “Did we not discuss what either of us would do if we were in trouble? Did we not talk about a code word that we would either text or say in the event of an emergency?” You spun around with a bottle of water in hand and nearly spilled half of it on yourself in anger.

“Orange,” he replied meekly. “The word is orange.”

“Exactly!” Normally, you didn’t get so worked up, but you were pissed about his birthday. “So you should’ve trusted me,” you said, crossing your arms in front of your chest and tapping your foot on the tiled floor of the kitchen. 

His timid look disappeared as he started to get heated again. “It’s not about me trusting you! It’s about me not trusting anyone else!” He crossed the space between you and grabbed your arms. “Something could’ve been wrong.” He only did it because he cared about you and he thought something was wrong.

Just before you jumped into his arms, his heated look softened. “I’m sorry I ruined your surprise,” he muttered against your lips as he carried you toward the bedroom.  As you crashed into the wall, you whimpered, feeling his arousal graze across your center.

“I’m sorry I got so pissed,” you replied, peeling your sweaty shirt up over your head. After throwing it across the room, you moved your attention to his belt buckle, ripping it off and throwing it near your shirt. “I just have no idea what to get you for your birthday now.” 

“All I need is you,” he mumbled, unhooking your bra and allowing you to fall backward onto the bed. Splayed before him, your breasts moving back and forth with the force of the fall, you reached down peel your jeans off, but he did it for you. 

With one finger, you slid up you slit, collecting the evidence of your arousal and pushing it into his mouth. A groan escaped him as he lifted you from your position and flipped you over. Now facing the wall, all you could hear was the rubbing of fabric as Spencer pushed his pants to the floor and stepped out of them. You needed to be taken. With a moan, you moved your ass upwards, which forced your head into the mattress. “Fuck me,” you mumbled, the cushion of the mattress absorbing your plea. 

Spencer leaned down and kissed the small of your back before pulling your ass up just slightly with his hands on either side of your hips. Immediately, he sheathed himself inside you with a groan, slapping against your legs over and over again. At first, your legs were practically tied together, but as he thrusted into you, you found yourself opening for him, your legs sliding further and further apart. “Oh, god, fuck me,” you screamed into the mattress, biting down on the sheet and clutching it with your hands outstretched for something to hold on to.

Before you knew it, Spencer had thrusted into you to the hilt and leaned forward to grab your arms, pulling you back toward him. It was a good thing you had strong legs, because he had lifted your top half off the bed. There was something oddly comforting about having his hands firmly grasped around you. It didn’t hurt at all, but you could tell his grip was strong enough to leave bruises, which you’d blush at in the morning. 

With you now suspended in midair, he slowed down, jutting his movements upward so he was hitting a new angle. As you focused in on his movements, you could feel your slickness dripping down your leg. “Ah fuck!” you cried as he pulled out completely and thrusted all the way back in. “Do that again, please.” Again, he pulled out all the way and then pounded back into you. Despite his grip on you, your body fell forward, which caused him to reel you back flush against him. 

“Mine,” he grunted against your neck as he fucked you. “All mine.” With one arm keeping your hands behind your back, he reached the other around to encompass your breasts. You started to moan again, but before you could take any control of the situation, he turned you around, his cock still pounding into you as he bent you over the dresser. Each thrust sent another item flying off the top.

When you looked up, you realized that you were in front of a mirror. Anyone who said that orgasm faces were sexy was full of it, both yours’ and Spencer’s faces were flushed with heat, and contorted into near screams. The sexy thing about it was knowing that your heated core was the reason his face looked the way it did. You tightened around him as he thrusted into you one last time, emptying himself inside you.

Once again, he turned you around and let go of his grip on your arms. “Oh fuck,” you breathed, turning over and pulling Spencer down on top of you. “Where did that come from?” He normally wasn’t that rough with you - it was actually kind of hot. 

“A little pent up anger that you would think I didn’t trust you,” he said, kissing the side of your neck as he pulled you up toward the pillow. “But for some reason, I’m over it.”

“I think that reason might be a warm pussy,” you laughed, biting down on his earlobe. “Speaking of, maybe for your birthday, I can get a really special piece of lingerie that you can rip off. Or, maybe you can think of something that you’ve always wanted to do in the bedroom and I’ll try it. Sound good?”

Groaning, he buried his head in your neck and kissed along your jawline. “That sounds amazing. What on earth could we do in here that we haven’t already done?” he laughed.