smut, little bit of fluff, teasing, dom!Lucifer, sub!Lucifer
Thank you @curlyxtomato for your request!
has to help the Winchesters but there is some awkwardness when Y/N realises
that he is an old hook up of hers. Leads to some passionate sex and a lot of
teasing and self-denial.
working with you, not because we want to, but because we have to.” Dean sighed.
currently sitting beside an agitated Sam who was trying his best not to look
over the table at none other than Lucifer himself.
to see you guys too.” Lucifer grinned. You scoffed. Immediately his head spun
round to see you, now trying to sink into your seat subtly. “Oh I know you love
having me around Y/N. You find me irresistible.”
He almost sneered at you.
Baron Corbin/OC: You accidentally butt dial Baron while you’re masturbating in your hotel room after a show. He’s about to hang up when he hears you moan his name and he obviously can’t let you do it alone. Smut. Requested by @screamersdontdance
Oh, look. I wrote another request. I’ve been working on it forever. And I finally got it done. Which means now I get to work on my angsty Valentine’s Day fic. It’s lit.
Since Molly’s almost an entire foot shorter than Sherlock, I guarantee that if they were ever dating and got into a proper fight, Molly would not hesitate to stop, leave the room, come back with a chair and stand on it before continuing to shout at Sherlock with her hands on her hips.
Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (pre-apocalypse) Summary: Negan finally sees you again. Word Count: 6,056 Warning: Sexual tension and Negan’s usual potty mouth! Author’s Note: And the duo is back together!!! Wow, this is a long chapter! I didn’t expect to get distracted go off the rails in this one hehe. I’m glad you are all enjoying the story though! Things are going to pick up soon…
“Chris, it’s either I quit or I
work for the both of you,” you argued. Having two jobs while going to school
would be tough to handle, but you were sure that you would get used to it.
Plus, having another job could help with the bills and then some.
“But why him? Of all people?”
“He asked me to work for him.
Simon and I… We know each other. I told him that I couldn’t just leave this
place. You gave me a job when I first moved here, Chris. So, I told him the
same thing. Either I work for the both of you or I don’t work at all.”
Chris sighed, “But I get you for
more hours than he does.”
“Well, yes, but let’s not tell
him that,” you smiled.
“How is it going to be split up
“I’ll work here weekends because
I know it’s the busiest. The rest, I’ll work for him.”
“So, you’re telling me you’ll be
working three days out of the week
for me and the rest for him? How is
that fair, [Y/N]?”
“Are you forgetting that I need
a day off, Chris? It’s split evenly. Three days for you. Three days for Simon.
I’ll work for him Monday through Wednesday and Thursday through Saturday for
Chris narrowed his eyes. “You’re
lucky we’re even negotiating this. If it were any of my employees, I would have
let them go without having this conversation.”
“It isn’t too late, you know.
You can fire me,” you grinned.
“Oh, and what? Let Simon have
all the business? Yeah right. I’d be stupid if I did that,” Chris sighed. “So,
You nodded, “I’ll be across the
street. This will work out. Trust me.”
“Oh, I trust you. It’s not you that I’m worried
about… It’s Simon.”
There are very few completely
untouched places left in this world. Everywhere you go, you find evidence of mankind’s encroachment; on a disused
hiking trail you’ll find a bottlecap or a crushed aluminium can, letting you
know that you are not the first – and definitely won’t be the last – human to
visit that place.
Certainly, there are some areas which are more untouched than others. I always
watch with intense fascination when documentary crews descend into some rare
piece of jungle that has never before been explored. I picture being one of the
first to lay eyes upon previously unseen places, and imagine what it’s like to
breath air untainted by car exhaust and pollution.
Those places are all almost gone now, or virtually inaccessible to
someone like me – an unremarkable nineteen-year-old girl from New Zealand.
But that lust for natural discovery never left me, and so I found my own realm
of mostly unexplored, unpolluted wonders.
Getting a diver’s certificate isn’t actually all that hard. The PADI Advanced
Open Water certification is basically all you need to free dive in local
waters, and as long as you’re medically sound, it’s just a matter of time and
equipment – both of which I had.
Around the coastlines you still find plenty of the same human garbage littering
the sea; floating scraps of net, rusty pieces of wreckage, beer bottles filled
with silt, and tangles of plastic. But the farther out you go, away from
civilisation, the more pristine things become – the more beautiful.
My first dive near Great Barrier Island was an especially exquisite experience,
and I ended up signing up to do conservation work so I could access the waters
that were off limits to regular visitors. I’d do days of back-breaking labour,
carving walking tracks in the sides of cliffs, then I’d have three days of
bliss, diving in waters where few other people had ever been before.
It really is like another realm down there. Spiky sea urchins crust the rocks,
sharp amongst branching corals and sea sponges. Shoals of fish swim around you
curiously, not recognising a human as anything more than an interesting
anomaly. They nibble at your fingers, then dart away. Everything is coloured a
strange yellow-blue-green, as though all red light has been stripped from
existence, and all is enchantingly serene – in that slow, soft world where even
sound must succumb to the calming depths of the syrupy seas.
Yet it was on one such diving trip that I found the most terrifying thing I’ve
ever seen in my life.
“Hey Ladybug! Do you have a last name, or do you want mine?” Marinette blanched. She whipped around to see a smirking Alya, completely untouched by the utter chaos around her. Uncharacteristically, Alya wasn’t recording, in fact, it looked like she didn’t have her phone out at all. Marinette quickly tore through the ropes of caramel and over to her best friend.
“Aly-I - you! This is the middle of an Akuma attack! You need to vacate the premise immediately! Are you hurt?” She rushed out, frantically looking around to ensure the Akuma was far away. “Wait. What did you ask me?”
Alya let out a tinkling laugh, smirk stretching into an endeared grin.
“I asked if you wanted my last name. I’d settle for a date if that was too much to ask.” She added with a wink, completely unaware to the grinding halt Marinette’s mind had screeched to.
“I… are.. Are you hitting on me?” She asked, fully aware that if Chat had said the same thing it wouldn’t have been a blip on her radar. Alya laughed and Marinette couldn’t figure out why there were sirens going off in her head.
“Of course, who wouldn’t want to score a date with the cutest savior of Paris? I’ll let you get back to work, you know how find me!” With that, Alya took off running, bringing Marinette back to the battle, shoving the sirens to the back of her mind as she turned to the Confectioner.
Summary: Chris has been sending sexy texts to his wife all day
long, making her very worked up. When she gets home, neither of them are able
to hold back their desires. A sexy afternoon takes place between them.
A scream barely escaped my throat, as my body began to shiver. I could not get the image out of my mind. What the hell was wrong with this house? Doors closed, lights flickered, maniacal laughter sounded, and monsters roamed the halls. I should have never taken that stupid dare, it was pure suicide. Then it started again. A faint whispering began from my right. “Come play with me.” The voice hissed. I opened my mouth to scream as a creature began to emerge from the shadows. I immediately turned around, reaching out, trying to find the front door in the darkness. “Shhhh…” A hand clamped over my mouth and pulled me into a corner of the house. I felt my chest rise and fall before I felt a muffled cry escape my mouth. “Hey! It’s okay, I’m here” the boy spoke as he let go of my face. “I’m sorry if Beau scared you.” the boy apologized. “I-I um. Thank You.” I mumbled out. A smiled formed upon the boy’s mouth. “Well then. I’m Tate and welcome to the Murder House.
Clay is haunted by the bloodied sight of Jeff. (HE WHO LIVES) His worried mother brought back his medication just in case he needed it. Clay was adamant about taking it again and he went off to blow some steam to his childhood friend, reader’s and his safe haven. Angst and Fluff ensues. Watch me add Jeff in everything jk
Everyday, I think about how traumatizing and devastating it is for Clay for being the one to find one of his close friends dead and then barely a month after the girl he loves is well you know.But enough with that! In this fic no one is dead.
Warnings: mention of the accident
A/N: This fic is based on Demi Lovato’s Nightingale, hence, the title. I hope you guys like it. Excuse my terrible attempt at writing a kissing scene.
“Clay, honey, dinner is ready!” Hearing his name being called, he grudgingly sat up knowing that if he don’t move he won’t hear the end of it from his mom. He stood in front of a full length mirror checking if something was amiss before running down the stairs when he heard his name being called the second time.He sat in front of his mom while his dad sat beside him. Both of them looking at each other then to Clay who sent them both a questioning look. His mother placed an orange cylindrical bottle in front of him, looking him dead in the eye.
whine, throwing my head against the seat as I try to kick my shoes off. Harry
wanted to visit Liam and Niall, who were enjoying their time off in some sort
of beach hours fucking miles away. Of course he decided this at six in the
evening, so we had to drive the whole night to reach our destination. I was
bored out of my mind, H not wanting to put the radio on, and he himself being
awfully quiet since we left.
babe?” I decided to kick my shoes off, my bare feet resting against the dashboard
of Harry’s car, my free hand dangling out of the window. I am bored out of my
mind and I’m ready to jump out of this riding death trap and meet Satan in
a couple more hours babe, you’ll be fine.” Harry sighs out as he gives me a
quick smile before averting his gaze back towards the road. We were the only
one out, seeing how it was like two A.M., darkness surrounding us except for
the lights of the car that illuminated our way. I started fidgeting with my
fingers, the only thing I wanted was to enjoy Harry for the few days I had him
all by myself, and now we’re leaving to spend those free alone time with the
people I actually wanted to get away from. Don’t get me wrong, I love the whole
band as if they were my brothers, but a girl has needs, you know.
the night when H came home from tour, I had bribed my roommate into leaving the
premises for the rest of the night. Harry knows exactly where to touch, with
what pressure, and don’t get me started on that tongue of his. The boy is pure
My eyes involuntarily close as I rethink the very welcome memories, the feeling
of Harry’s fingers ghosting over my wet core as I wriggle and beg for more, beg
for him to take me as he pleases. He had gotten even more fit, strong and
muscly, I couldn’t do anything but to try and touch every single square
centimeter of skin.
I opened my
eyes again to see that Harry did not pay attention to me, a song stuck in his
head which he hummed along to, his fingers tapping along the steering wheel.
I could feel my heart beating faster, my knickers wetter and my hands trembling
to touch him. But I’m fairly certain that if I tried anything right now we
would get into a fight, which isn’t something pleasant to look forward to if
you’re still stuck in the same car for the rest of the night. I guess I’ll just
have to help myself out.
fiddle with the straws of my sweatpants as I glance once more towards H, still
nothing. I let my hand glide into my sweatpants, closing my eyes as I let my
fingers toy with my slit, my mind bringing me back when Harry was banging me,
the headboard shaking against the wall as his grunts vibrated through the air.
I bite my lip, letting one of my fingers slip into my core as I lean back a
bit, opening my legs a little to give myself more access. I didn’t care about Harry
anymore, if he wasn’t going to pay attention to me, I would pay attention to
hear my breathing get heavier, that along with the gravel on the road the only
thing being heard. Harry was still tapping the steering wheel along to an
imaginary beat, and I let my imagination run freely.
What if he just pulls off the road now and shags me against his the hood of his
car? I could be moaning into thin air, begging for more and nobody would even
accidentally let a little moan slip out as I buck my hips up, my mind giving me
vivid images of what could happen. All of the sudden the beating of H’s fingers
stop and I can her him scrape his throat. “What are you doing?”
I cock one eye open, trailing it over his shocked yet amused face.
“What does it look like? You ignore me so I’ll help myself out.”
curses and I moan freely now bucking my hips up to meet my own touch as I can
hear Harry curse once more.
I am shaken from my own little world when I feel the car come to an abrupt
stop, and I open my eyes to see Harry staring at me.
“What’s wrong H? You wanted to be there by nine, so don’t you think you should
step on it?” I blatantly state, still annoyed that I couldn’t get my alone time
like I had wished for all those months.
I let my eyes fall onto his jeans, the tight clothing straining against his
growing bulge and I smirk as I raise my eyebrows before meeting his eyes again.
“You like this?” I slip my hand from my own knickers and crawl on top of Harry,
my back resting against the steering wheel as I let my fingertip trail over his
collarbone, my lips wetted by my tongue every couple of seconds as I kept his
I press my
core down onto his aching crotch, cupping his neck with my cheek. “Answer me H.”
“Ye-yeah. Fucking hell.” His hands come up to grab one of my breasts but I
quickly slap his hand away, pinning them to the side of his car seat.
want to touch me before H, so you can’t right now.” I chuckle darkly taking my
shirt of slowly, exposing my breasts to Harry since I couldn’t care less to
wear a bra if I was sitting in a car all night. His eyes almost pop out of
their sockets as he tries to touch me again but I growl and his hands fly back
down, his puppy dog eyes coming out as he pouts his lip at me. I ignore it,
pushing my sweatpants down before pulling Harry’s jeans and boxers down in one
swift motion to his knees.
fingernails scratch over his hips as I rid him of his shirt as slowly as I can,
my hips in meanwhile circling against his exposed cock, slicking him with my arousal
and his pre-cum. He was a groaning, withering mess underneath me and I had to
take all my willpower in me to not just ride him immediately. He deserved to be
lick and nibble my way up on his torso towards his jaw, licking a stripe up his
neck before I let my teeth sink into his sweet spot, Harry by now a groaning,
muttering mess underneath me. “Please, please.”
“Please what H?” I smirk, stilling the movements off my hips as my nails
continue their movement over his abs.
“Let me fuck
Instead of answering him, I let myself sink down onto his cock, a hiss drawn
from his lips as he closes his eyes and leans his head against the car seat.
“Mm H.” I moan out, riding him by circling my hips, and I grab his hands and
set them on my waist and he takes that as his cue to kick in.
second his grip tightens, enough to bruise, and his hips start to meet mine in
short, quick thrusts. Both of us are panting and moaning profanities, and this
is what I’ve wanted, some alone time for us to connect, not the sweet and
innocent giggly H but the one that’s passionate and rough with me.
His hands grab my breasts and by now I’m bouncing on his lap by just the motion
of his hips, I’m a mess, moaning his name over and over again as I reach my
take long for Harry to finish as well, his arms immediately snaking around my
waist as he hauls me into his chest, his ragged breathing warming my neck as he
tries to regain his breath.
you.” Harry breathes out in pure bliss, my own lips leaving tiny kisses near
the nape of his hairline, my eyes closing at the smell of vanilla and sex. My
favorite scent on H.
“I did too H. Really.” My nails scrape his neck, up to his hair to pull there
lightly as he lets out a breath he had been holding in.
“I’m sorry I’m dragging you across the country, Niall and Liam just really like
you and were complaining they want to spend some time with their best mate.” My
heart flutters at the realization that his best friends, band mates and practically
his whole life actually enjoys my company and wants me around.
“I don’t mind babe, as long as I’m with you.” I wink and let my lips catch his.
9, raywood! (I love your work so much, thank you for providing us with your wonderful content)
“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
Ray’s laughing. “Oh, c’mon—”
Ryan’s never looked so serious in his life. “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight. Possibly the rest of the week. Or forever. However long it takes me to get that image out of my mind.”
“You can’t banish me from my own bed!”
“If you think I won’t literally throw you out of this room—”
“Hey, you’re the one that asked for dirty talk.”
“That wasn’t dirty talk. That was nightmare material.”
“All I said was—”
Ray puts his hands up in surrender and climbs out of bed with a grin. “Fine, fine, couch banishment, I’m dead to you, got it.” He pauses in the doorway. “You never answered, though. How do you think Waluigi sounds when he’s coming?”
He ducks out of the room, laughing, before Ryan can nail him with the game controller he sends hurtling at him.
“It was very brave of you. Try to attack me like that. If your army had the same bravery you wouldn’t be here now."His said as he moved closer. He stopped beside my bed, pretending cosiderate what he had said."Nevermind, you would anyway.”
Summary: Tony and the reader are reading fanfiction of themselves and when Pietro joins them, the atmosphere between him and the reader gets a bit more heated.
Warnings: Smut! Few swear words.
A/N: Okay, it’s kinda weird to post a smutty writing after my blogs have always been stamped with the good girl –title, as well as me as a person. But hey, girls have their needs and mine are totally involving smutty Pietro Maximoff and I happen to know that I’m not the only one. *winks* I hope you enjoy this!
”Oh my god, listen to this one”, I laughed, sitting at the kitchen with Tony, eyes watering and stomachs hurting from all the laughing. “Oh no, I can’t-“
“Y/N came out of the shower, her soft skin twinkling as the sunbeams hit it, and I couldn’t get my eyes off of her. She smiled softly, before walking in front of me, dropping her towel to the floor”, Tony quoted the text, smirking. “Oh, guess what you are going to say next-”
I glanced at the screen of my phone, deep smirk taking over my lips. I raised my head to watch straight into Tony’s eyes, innocent smile on my lips. “Do you want me, daddy?” I purred, bursting into laugh. “I would never say anything like that.”
“Shame, I like this version of you”, Tony frowned, laughing then deeply. “She kneeled in front of me as a good girl she is, taking my big, hard cock in her soft little hand, blinking her eyes sweetly. Then she kissed the top of my- Oh okay, things are getting weird now- lightsaber and that was all it took me to cum to her pretty, light pink mouth, filling it with my love paste, while screaming her- the sex goddess’s name.”
“Oh god, I love these- oh here is one about you!” I laughed, tears in my eyes. “”Tony”, I shouted, running to him, tears rolling down my cheeks. “I thought I was going to lose you!” “You are never going to lose me”, Tony whispered, wiping my tears away, before pulling me into a deep kiss. Hey- this is not fair. Why on earth does they write only cute stories about you, but I’m a sex doll in each of mine?”
“Because you are more sexier than him, Printsessa”, I heard a familiar, Sokovian accent coming from the doorway. I turned around to see Pietro leaning to the doorframe, smirk on his face.
“Oh is that so, Piet?” I smirked, rising my eyebrows.
“My opinion is yes”, he chuckled, taking a slice of pizza from the counter. “What are you reading?”
“Fanfiction”, I laughed brightly, glancing at Tony, who were fully focused on reading something from the screen of his phone. “It seems that our- fans are writing these stories about us and publishing them on the internet, on a site called Tumblr.”
“Oh”, Pietro laughed, leaning to the counter. “What kind of stories?”
I felt a slight blush creeping slowly to my cheeks. “Well, for example love stories, stories that are labeled with angst, and then there are my personal favorites -smutty ones. With sex, a lot of sex. Kinky sex, romantic sex, public sex, break up sex –any possible kind of sex.”
“Between who?” he frowned, looking truly interested.
“Mostly between the reader and the character –which in this case means one of us, but there are stories where they are pairing us together as well”, I explained, laughing.
“For example-“, Tony harrumphed, way too deep smirk on his face. “”Pietro”, Y/N whispered, nipping her bottom lip between her teeth, as he pressed her against the wall. “Didn’t see that coming?” Pietro chuckled, kissing her neck softly. “Pietro, w-what are you-“ But she didn’t get a change to finish her sentence as he pressed his lips against hers, making her head spin. This was all she had ever wanted –to have Pietro kissing her, touching her, showing her how much he loved her-“
I glanced at Pietro and nipped my lip between my teeth as I saw how focused he was, leaning to the counter, listening to Tony with slight frown on his handsome face while caressing his jaw with his long fingers.
“She let out a soft moan as the kiss got deeper, making Pietro want her even badder –if possible. He pressed his growing hardness against her, making her beg and repeat his name again and again, like it was the only world she knew. It was the only word she had to knew, as Pietro finally picked her up and tossed her to the sofa, before pulling her pants harshly away. He couldn’t wait to have a taste of that-“
“Oh my god”, I breathed out, trying to steady my breathing, the mental images repeating themselves in my mind, making me blush. “I think we have heard enough, thank you very much, T.”
“Oh, did that turn you on, Y/N?” Tony chuckled, looking amused. “I bet it did.”
“Tony”, I let out a nervous laughter, crossing my legs. “Don’t-“
“Pietro pressed his tongue on her sensitive clitoris, making her throw her fingers to his dusty blond hair, pulling it, as the waves of satisfaction rushed over her body, making her pant and gasp hard. Pietro kept his icy blue eyes focused on her, as she squirmed at the sofa, his name escaping her lips here and there with soft moans surrounding them”, Tony continued, glancing at both of us occasionally, grinning.
I tried not to think about the words I was hearing, but they kept pushing to my mind, filling it with visions of Pietro on top of me, his tongue making me scream his name. I glanced at him carefully and gasped slightly as our eyes met, his gaze darker than usually, lip between his teeth.
““Fuck Pietro”, Y/N moaned, as she was getting closer and closer to her orgasm. “I’m gonna-“ “Come for me, ljubimyi”, he breathed out, sliding two fingers inside of her, causing her to scream his name as she came hard, collapsing to the sofa. Pietro’s fingers were still working inside of her, making her orgasm last and last-“
I bit my lip to stop a moan from escaping my lips as I saw the growing pulp in his grey sweatpants. I formed his name with my lips, glancing at him interrogatively. “Are you-“
He tilted his head, slight smile on his lips and glint of deep lust in his eyes. “You want to-“, he nodded towards reading Tony.
I felt my heart beating like a drum as I nodded my head. “Yes.”