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JIN.

Jin kissed you slowly, pushing himself inside of your tight walls. He wanted to fuck you slowly, knowing that soon you would be begging for him to go faster. He loved hearing you beg - the sinful sentences that would leave your dirty mouth only turned him on even further. 

You clenched yourself around Jin on purpose to edge him on to his release. He let out a groan, not knowing how much longer he could last for. Not being able to hold back, he gripped onto your hips, fucking you roughly right into his mattress. He came, forgetting to pull out of you, feeling too lost in the feeling of you around him. He collapsed next to you, realising that he had released inside of you.

“I’m sorry, baby, you just felt so warm and tight.”

You laughed, “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill anyway.”

Originally posted by closertohyoyeon

SUGA.

Yoongi lowered his body into yours, pushing his length in between your wet folds. He let out a grunt at the feeling, letting himself stay still inside of you for a little while, knowing that if he would have moved himself, he probably would have came already. It wasn’t yours and Yoongi’s first time, however he could never get used to how tight you were for him. He carefully pulled himself out from you, only to slam himself into you once again. You cried out Yoongi’s name, arching your back as each thrust became harder. Your hands gripped onto the white sheets beneath you as Yoongi planted love bites on your collar bones.

“Where do you want me to cum, Kitten?” Yoongi asked.

Without hesitation, you replied with a whiny voice, “Please, Yoongi.. Cum inside of me.”

Yoongi smirked down at you devilishly, slamming his hips into yours with more force. His hips stuttered, and he came inside of you, just liked you had begged him to.

“You’re so pretty underneath me like this, Kitten.”

Originally posted by bangtanbighit

RAP MONSTER.

Your thighs were rested against Namjoon’s hips as he had you pinned to the wall. Namjoon held your gaze, watching your desperate eyes as you waited for his member to fill you up. He teased you at first, letting the tip of his cock lightly touch your entrance. You whined. 

Namjoon filled you with his length, slowly, but made sure his next thrust was more harder and powerful, and soon enough, he had you screaming his name. Namjoon rested his forehead against yours as he fucked you against the wall, loud grunts leaving his mouth. 

It was not long later until you had came around his cock, knowing Namjoon would soon reach his high, too. “C-Cum inside me.” You told him.

Namjoon did not try to protest, bucking his hips into you more harder, driving you into overstimulation. You let out a cry at the feeling.

Namjoon came inside of you, leaving himself there to make sure you had taken all of his cum. His chest rose up and down as he tried regaining his breath.

“Do you like me filling you up with my cum, like the pretty little whore you are?”

Originally posted by arkysal

J HOPE.

Hoseok drank in the sight of you, observing every detail on your skin as he pushed himself inside of you. You let out a soft moan as he filled you inch by inch. Hoseok pressed his lips onto the exposed skin on your neck, leaving you a breathless mess due to how sensitive your neck was. Hoseok held onto your hips tightly as he continued to thrust into you, allowing him to bury himself deeper inside of your cunt. 

Hoseok made sure you had came first before allowing himself to orgasm as he cared about your pleasure only, and he could only get off if you had, too. Once you came, Hoseok titled his head back and let his mouth fall agape.

F-fuck, I’m going to cum.”

Hoseok knew he had to pull out soon, but the feeling of you wrapped tightly around him made it a challenge for him to do so.

“Cum inside me, Hoseok - please.” 

Hoseok didn’t have time to think about what the consequences of his actions would be, snapping his hips into you harder. Once he released himself inside of you, you told him you were on the pill, before he freaked out that he could have potentially got you pregnant. With a sigh of relief, he collapsed by the side of you, holding you in his embrace. 

“Can we do that more often, Princess?”

Originally posted by kthish

V.

Taehyung had missed the way you felt around him, and he had almost forgotten how tight you always were for him, due to him being on tour for a couple of months. Once he slipped himself between your soaking wet folds, he felt at ease once again, and all the stress that had come with tour had been a weight that had been taken off his shoulders. He wanted to take his time with you, worship your body, tell you how much he missed you, but you felt too good around him, and he couldn’t help himself but thrust himself in and out of you as fast as he possibly could, chasing his own orgasm. 

“I’ve missed your pretty, tight cunt.” Taehyung spoke deeply into your ear. “Are you gonna cum for me, Princess? Cum for Daddy.”

You cried out, releasing over Taehyung’s cock. Taehyung couldn’t help it, releasing himself inside of you as he watched your face unfold with pleasure. 

Shit, Princess - you felt so good for Daddy.. I couldn’t help myself but you’re on the pill, right?”

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs

JIMIN.

Lining himself up with your entrance, Jimin eased his length into you. It had been a while since Jimin had last fucked you, as you were being bratty, and Jimin loved denying you of sex as a punishment, watching the despiration within your eyes as you would continuously beg him to take care of your needs.

You whined at his slow pace, which only caused Jimin to grin at you. 

“Tell me how much you want me to fuck you into this mattress. Tell me how much you’ve missed my cock.”

You found yourself climaxing earlier than you usually would once Jimin had finally pounded himself into you, leaving you a complete moaning mess - the only words you could say were Jimin’s name.

Without any sort of warning or sign, Jimin had released himself inside of you. Once he registered what he did, his dominant act suddenly went away, and he found himself becoming a flustered mess. 

“Oh my- shit, I-I think I just..”

Originally posted by bangtanbighit

JUNGKOOK.

Wanting to tease you, Jungkook only entered the tip of his cock into you, knowing you would become a whiny mess beneath him. He loved watching you squirm and beg for his cock, finding the sight of it completely arousing. After hearing your begs for him, Jungkook pushed himself inside of you. He gave you no time to adjust to his length, thrusting himself in and out of you as he gripped onto your hips. Your legs were trembling - each thrust and movement of Jungkook’s hips was bringing you closer and closer to your climax. 

“Hm, are you going to cum around Daddy’s cock for me, Princess?”

It wasn’t long before you came, crying out Jungkook’s name. With no hesitation, you begged for Jungkook to fill you up with his cum, causing only a cocky smirk to appear on Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook grunted into you ear, soon releasing himself inside of you. He laid himself beside you, planting a kiss on your forehead. 

“How was that, Kitten?”

Originally posted by gldenrose

Broken Water Heater

A ‘40s Bucky x Reader Drabble

Warnings: smut (fingering), sexual tension, slight teasing, 


“So, your water heater’s out?” Bucky crossed his arms; he had a smirk plastered on his lips. “Really?”

“I wouldn’t be standing here if it wasn’t.” You matched his stance and folded your arms across your chest. “I would’ve just gone back to the compound had I known you were going to act like this.”

“Like what?” He raised an eyebrow and licked his lips. “I’m just trying to make sure you’re not scamming me.”

“You’re acting like an arrogant womanizer.” You spat the words at him, ignoring the feeling you got whenever he licked his lips. “Now, please, can I use your shower?”

“Yeah.” Bucky nodded and gestured you into his shared apartment. Steve was nowhere to be seen. “You can use mine, Steve’s is a little wonkier so mine’s the better bet.”

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Dating Mark

Originally posted by gsvnrewind

*REQUESTED*

Dating Mark would be like…

  • Mark would be a little shy at first. He’d probably meet you through a friend or if you approached him first. When he realizes he has a crush on you, he’d get a little nervous if he spoke to you. He’d get tongue-tied whenever you walked into the room. After getting to know you, he’d open up more. Then, he’d gain the courage to ask you out unless you got to it first. Either way, Mark would be happy.
  • Mark would probably be shy when it comes to PDA. He wouldn’t be the type of guy to shove his tongue down his throat. He’d do subtle forms of PDA, like temple kisses and hand squeezes while you walked somewhere together. When you got alone he’d have no problems kissing and hugging you. He’d crave physical affection from you often, needing to feel you.
  • Mark would enjoy spending time a night indoors with you, even if you just watched movies on the couch together. You’d get lots of cuddles and kisses and he’d make popcorn. While watching the movie, he’d lay in your lap while you run your fingers through his hair. Sometimes it’s so relaxing that he’d fall asleep halfway through the movie.
  • Mark would love to take you to the beach. His ideal date would be at the beach. He’d be the type of guy to tell you to get dressed and he’d pick you up, driving to some unknown location. He’d surprise you with a beach trip. He’d be so happy and you’d sit on the beach together, soaking up the sun and having snacks together. Maybe, if you’d be up for it, he’d play frisbee with you. He’d hug you before going home saying, “Thanks for coming with me.”
  • He would like buying you things. He’d buy you gifts you didn’t ask for. You’d always love them because he’d know exactly what you liked. You’d protest if it was something expensive but he’d always counter you saying, “I wouldn’t have bought it for you if I didn’t want to. Just accept it.” And you would accept it after fussing at him a little more.
  • He’d offer to help you study and then start dozing off when you asked him to test you on the psychology terms. You’d say, “Come on. There are just a couple more flashcards left!” And he’d say, “You know I hate studying. Psychology makes me sleepy. So boring…” And you’d roll your eyes, snatch the flashcards from him and study on your own. The worst part was that Mark would fall asleep right after that.
  • Mark isn’t much of a cook but he loves to eat. If Mark slept over, you’d find him in the kitchen in the middle of the night with a pot on the stove making ramen. He’d say, “Do you want some too babe?” You’d rub sleep from your eyes and say, “Mark, it’s three in the morning.” And he’d say, “So? A guy’s gotta eat, right?” You’d smile and shake your head. You’d end up watching him eat until he was finished. Then you’d take his hand and lead him back to bed.
  • Mark would definitely get jealous if you hung out with guys he didn’t know. He might not say anything but he’d be burning with jealousy on the inside. If a guy got too close to you or looked at you for too long, he’d put his arm around you to show those guys that you’re his girlfriend.
  • Mark would call you the nights he couldn’t see you to ask how your day was. He’d ask you how your day was, make sure you ate a good meal, and he’d tell you how much he misses you.
  • Mark hates to fight. He’d be the type to avoid confrontation when he knew you were angry about something. Sometimes he’d even avoid you. It’s not because he doesn’t care but because he needs time to think about the things he wants to say. He definitely wouldn’t want you to stay mad at him. He wouldn’t want to say something stupid to get you upset. One of his worst fears is losing you. When he figured things out, he’d approach you and he’d talk to you calmly. If whatever happened was his fault, he would apologize. You wouldn’t be able to stay mad at him for too long so he’d hug you and whisper how much he loves you in his ear.
  • He’d be a passionate lover when it came down to sex. He’d like fucking you nice and slow, filling you up deeply with each thrust. He’d whisper dirty things into your ear and he’d plant tiny kisses on your neck, your cheeks and collar bone. He’d make eye contact with you so that he can see your lips part and how you were responding to him.
  • Mark would be a passionate and caring boyfriend. He’d be quiet at first but he’ll definitely open up to you after he gets comfortable with you. He’d take care of you when you’re not feeling well. He’d make sure you felt loved at all times, even if he can’t always be there for you. He’d make time for you even if he’s busy because he wants to make sure that you never fall out of love with him.
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Warning// gets a little sexual, not much though


I pushed my way through the overcrowded room, trying to find my way to my best friend, of course Carl would leave me alone at his own party.
My eyes first landed on Lip. My initial thought was that he would be talking to Carl, so I begin to make my way ove to him. As I begin to get closer and closer, I realise that Carl was facing Lip and speaking to him.
Then that’s when I heard the most poisonous words. “No! Nothing would ever happen between Y/N and I!” I feel a sharp pang of sadness in my stomach. I look at Lip, and that’s when he realises I was there too. He furrows his eyebrows and scratches his head, before making a small signal with his eyes to Carl. Carl flicks his head over in my direction, but he wasn’t fast enough to see my tear covered face. I was already walking away from the both of them. I make my way over to the bench where an array of alcohol sat. I grabbed one bottle and sculled it. Then a second. Then a third…then maybe a seventh..?
I place my bottle and make my way over to the dance floor. The music felt rhythmic, almost hypnotic. I start to feel my hips sway. I then feel a pair of hands grip my waist and someone’s body pressed up against my own. I don’t bother checking who it it, I just want to dance. I begin to grind my hips against theirs. I feel a chin rest upon my shoulder, their hot breath sending chills up my spine. I smirk slightly and turn to meet the stranger, which happened to be the one and only Ian Gallagher. Confusion grows within me, “what about Mickey-” I get cut off from his lips smashing against my own. He brings his hand up to my cheek and the other on my ass. I don’t question his actions and immediately kiss back. I begin to run my hands through his hair, indulging every moment. He pulls away and grabs my hand and leads me upstairs. It had only been a couple of moments and I was already missing the taste of his lips, It was a mix between vodka, mint and cigarettes. His lips were addictive, if I didn’t get more, I would go crazy. As he leads me upstairs my head begins to spin slightly, but I ignore the pounding in my head and the spinning sensation, eager to know where Ian was leading me.
He pushed through his door, picks me up and lays me on the bed, he begins to plant kisses all over my collar bone. I place my hands under his shirt, running my hands up and down his chest and stomach. He starts to bite softly on the sweet spot of my neck, which makes me moan in pleasure and excitement. I feel his smirk against my skin and also feel his hands start to pull my shirt above my head. I eagerly follow his actions with his shirt, then I start to unbuckle his pants. He lets waits for me to take off my skirt, then goes back to kissing me whilst unclipping my bra. He then stops and pulls down his boxers and smirks as he leans in and begins to pull down my g-string with his teeth. I begin to feel slightly nervous, id never gone the full way with everyone. ‘Uh.. Ian..’ I stammer out, 'yeah?’ I suddenly tense up and blurt out the first thing that come to mind. 'CONDOM!’ I give a sheepish smile and await his answer. 'Right, I think there might be a box in lips draw,’ he states as he wanders over to the set of drawers a meter or so away. I sit up from the bed and watch as he takes out a Condom and slips it onto himself. He walks back over to me and crawls on top of me, but before he could kiss me, I feel myself begin to feel a little unsettled with the knowledge that he had no idea, I was a virgin. 'I’m a virgin!’ He looks at me with confusion at first, but then his face turns into a look of worry. 'Do you still want to do this?’ I look st the situation for a minute. I was laying on a bed completely naked with the Ian Gallagher hovering over me, my mind slurs and doesn’t allow me to assess the situation properly, I simply state yes and prepare myself.

My eyes open slightly, I realise that I’m not in my own house. I’m in the Gallagher’s house. I sit up and look at the room, it was trashed and the only person in the room was myself. I push off the cover and find that I’m wearing one of Carl’s shirts, it was too big on me, but was perfect to sleep in. I wander out if the room and down the stairs, to find Fiona, Carl, Lip and Liam all eating breakfast. I warily sit down next to Fiona and begin to grab some waffles that was in the middle of the table and start to eat. Fiona nudges me with her elbow which makes me yelp. 'What was that for Fi?!’ She gives me a look of anger and responds,'well, are you going to tell us?’
'Tell you guys what?’ I state cluelessly… but then images of last night flood in. I start to feel a little shaky, if Carl finds out, Ian and I are both fucked.
'Come on, I know what happened last night, you and Ian fucked right?’ And what a perfect moment for Ian to walk downstairs right? 'Who was fucking?’ Ian states, I go to say something but before I can speak Carl stands up and punches Ian square in the jaw.


Part two?

Escape: the medical school years

It wasn’t easy.  He’d bitten his tongue more times than he could count. Lord knew Claire could get sharp tongued when she was stressed, but it was what he promised, and he would not break his vow.  He would support Claire through medical school any way he could.  Emotionally, physically, monetarily, it didn’t matter.

Night after night she spent studying in their flat.  Night after night he checked on her only to find she’d fallen asleep at her desk, or on the sofa with a book spread across her chest or fallen to the floor.  Night after night, he roused his wife, and led her stumbling, half-asleep to bed.

Night after night he let her rest while his body raged for her.  

It never stopped, the wanting her.  Some nights she tossed, muttering and restless. Some nights she thrashed and never fully settled.  He would not take advantage.  He would gather her in his arms, and soothe her with whispered words of love in Gaelic and rub her back until she stilled.  

Some nights she turned to him in desperation, grabbed for him, begged him. Those nights he took his wife in a passion born of abstinence too long observed.  

And then the drought would return.

The night before her anatomy exam Claire asked him to help her study. 

“I’ll do what I can, Sassenach.”  Jamie reached for her textbook.

“No.  I need to you lie down, and just let me name the structures of the body.”

He nodded.

“Naked.”

Jamie’s brows shot up. “Ye want me to be naked?  I dinna see how that helps ye study.”  

Claire flapped her hands impatiently.  “It’s what we do. We work with cadavers and study the different systems in the body.  It helps me if I can just go over it that way.  I’m not much for memorization via a textbook.”

“Ye want me to lay there.  Like a dead man.  Naked as a bairn.”

“Yes. Yes, I do.”  Claire looked up at her husband.  “Please?”

Jamie shook his head.  “I dinna understand it a bit, Sassenach, but if ye think it’ll help ye.”  He pulled off his shirt, and shucked his pants.  Claire had to smile at her Scottish husband.  Never any underwear. Ever.  

“Bottoms up or…?” he gestured to his crotch.  

“On your back first.”  Claire giggled.  

Jamie lay on the bed, and closed his eyes.  Claire got right to work starting with his skull and naming the bones.  While she never actually touched him, he could tell her hands were close to his skin. He listened to her unwavering voice.  He was impressed.  She knew her stuff.  When she finished the skeletal system she started over with the muscles, then the nervous system.  

He was fine until she started in on the circulatory system.  Her finger lightly traced the veins and arteries down his neck, across his shoulder, from his arms and torso to his femoral artery.  He couldn’t help it.  Claire’s touch never failed to arouse him.

“Jamie. Concentrate.”

“Sassenach.”  He cracked his eyes open to cat like slits, pinning her with his deep blue eyes.  “I ken ye want me to be a dead man.  But my, what did ye call it?  My ‘corpora cavernosa’ dinna ken that.”  He closed his eyes again.  

She continued with her work and asked him to roll over. Right. How, exactly does a man in my condition lie on his front, then?  

Again, her delicate hands traced his body, a brush here, a light finger there. All the time naming his body parts with a sure and steady voice.  

When she was finished he breathed a sigh of relief and got up, opening a drawer for his sleep pants.    

“Again.”

Jamie looked over his shoulder at her.  “Nay, Claire.  I’m done.”  She couldn’t seriously expect him to live through that again.

“Jamie. Please.”  

“No, Claire.  I listened to ye. Ye ken fine what yer doing. Ye never faltered. Yer ready for yer exam.  Now, put the textbook away and let’s get some sleep, aye?”

Claire panicked.  She never felt ready for an exam.  If she could just run through it one more time she’d feel so much better.  “Jamie, you said you’d help!”

Jamie took a deep breath trying to control his impatience. He understood her nervousness, he truly did, but sometimes Claire’s fear got the better of her. “Claire. Come, mo graidh.  Ye’ll be fine.”  

“Jamie, please!”  

Her voice was all Nurse Beauchamp, but Jamie was not her patient. Nor was he a practice dummy.  What he was, was a sexually frustrated husband. 

Which is why he snapped.  

“Jamie, please?  Please?  No, Claire, that’s the one thing Jamie canna do. He canna “please”.  I’ve no’ had the pleasure of my wife for weeks.  So dinna make it sound like I’m being unreasonable here.”  

Claire was shocked.  “What the bloody hell does that mean?”  

His voice was a low rasp of need.  “It means, Sassenach, that if ye run yer hands o’re my body one more time I’m no’ gonna pretend to be a dead man for much longer.  I’ll be very much alive wi’ you under me, knickers off, and me so deep inside ye, ye won’t know where I start and you end.”  

She gasped.  Claire stared into her husband’s eyes and saw the truth of it. The banked desire.  That hint of loneliness that she only witnessed one other time in her life.  

But dammit, he knew it would be like this.  She had warned him!  

When the guilt began to claw at her she fought back.  “Fine.  I’ll study downstairs then.” 

She grabbed her textbook, took one step towards the bedroom door and found herself lifted off her feet by his arm around her waist. She shrieked, and dropped the book.  

Jamie fell onto the bed taking Claire with him.  “Nay, lass. Not tonight.  Tonight ye come to bed on time.  Wi’ me.”

Claire pushed at his chest, but he was immovable.  Jamie pushed up Claire’s shirt and fastened his mouth on her breast.  She moaned.  It had been a long time.  The sensation hit her fast and she melted.  She maneuvered her shirt over her head and pressed him to her.  Jamie growled in response and wrapped his arm under her hips to press her to him.

Ifrinn, Claire.  God, I’ve missed ye.”  His mouth covered hers and she closed her eyes to the feeling of Jamie surrounding her.  Her legs were tangled in his and she lifted her hips in silent communication.  Jamie rolled to his back taking her with him.  When she was on top, he unfastened the button on her jeans, yanked at the zipper and pushed them down as far as he could, hooking her panties with them.  He rolled again, Claire under him, as he helped her in her attempt to kick them off.  

Naked.  Finally.  He nudged her knees wide and settled between her thighs. Tearing his mouth from hers he looked at her.  Hair wild.  Whisky eyes dazed in passion.  Mouth swollen.  Breath coming fast.  God, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. And she was his.  

“Jamie.  Please.”  That made him smile. That kind of begging he could listen to all night.

As much as he wanted to draw this out and savour the moment, he couldn’t. Claire’s hands were hot and desperate.  She wound her arm around his neck, pulling his mouth down to her, the other holding his bottom pressing him into her. 

It didn’t take long, and Jamie didn’t care.  They had been too long without. 

Sweet release.  

Claire wrapped her arms around her husband’s back, and hugged him tight. Jamie’s weight was the most comforting feeling in the world. He grounded her, held her fears at bay. She ran her hands down his back, feeling his familiar scars like a talisman.  

“Are ye studying again?” Jamie mumbled, head tucked against his wife’s neck, luxuriating in her touch.  

Claire smiled against his russet curls.  “Latissimus dorsi, external obliques, internal obliques, God, Jamie, you have the most amazing iliac crest.”  

“I do?” Jamie laughed.  “Weel, I have to admit, I’m rather fond of yer gluteus maximus, myself.”  His hand slid up her side, “And yer pectoral muscles are fine, too.”  

They laughed together.   He was her life, her love, her strength, her rock.  

“Thanks for helping me study,” she whispered.

Jamie planted a kiss on her collar bone.  “As long as it ends in a hands-on practice session, it’ll be my pleasure.”

A Way to You Again: Part 1

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, and a little Smut (nothing too raunchy)

Word Count: 1547

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: 500 follower celebration! Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for requesting it! I hope you enjoy it. Sorry it’s coming out in multiple parts – I seriously can’t write anything short! My brain is only halfway working right now – so hopefully I didn’t miss any egregious mistakes.

Tags are at the bottom. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged/removed.

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

Originally posted by blackdalliance

“Bucky – stop someone might see,” I sighed – completely exasperated as he wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his head into my neck. I was trying to cook dinner for everyone at Stark Tower without actually burning anything – god only knew how bad of a cook I actually was.

“I don’t care,” he murmured against my skin – nipping my neck and sending a bolt of electricity down my spine.

It had started innocently and slowly several months ago. I was new to the Avengers and trying to acclimate into the group. My hand had accidentally brushed against his as I was reaching for a coffee mug in the kitchen cabinet. The corners of his lips had twitched slightly when he looked at me – causing my cheeks to burn red. After that we had both gravitated towards each other without even thinking about it. In the weeks that followed Bucky had made a silent but steady pursuit for my attention – always taking advantage of any opportunity presented to him.

During movie night – when Sam had made everyone watch the Hangover for the millionth time – Bucky had stealthily entwined my fingers with his under the blanket we shared. Towards the end of the movie, when I had announced that I was too tired to stay up any longer he had feigned tiredness and followed me down the hallway. As soon as we were out of sight from the others he had pulled me into him – kissing me softly as his hands travelled up and down the sides of my body. I had let him know then that I wouldn’t sleep with him – even though I had really wanted to.

And this continued in secret – with Bucky sneaking into my room when the others had fallen asleep or stealing a kiss in a moment of privacy. We had both agreed that we didn’t want the others to know – not yet. It would over complicate the good thing we had, and we both wanted to make sure it was real before including the rest of the group. It was the pragmatic and adult thing to do, but as my feelings for Bucky had grown it had made me feel miserable. And that’s why – after the initial panic – I was relieved when Natasha strolled into the kitchen and caught Bucky kissing me.

“Ahem,” Nat’s voice came from behind us – causing Bucky to jump and me to laugh nervously. “I was just checking to see if you needed help, but I think you have it covered,” she said sourly as she raised her eyebrows at Bucky.

“Yeah… we’re erm… good in here Nat. Thanks anyways,” I muttered hastily. I could feel myself turning red from embarrassment.

“Suit yourself,” she shrugged as she strolled out of the room.

Once she was far enough away to talk safely I playfully punched Bucky’s arm. “I told you that we were going to get caught!” I chastised.

Bucky chuckled nervously, “I guess the cat’s out of the bag. I better go talk to Steve before Nat runs to him. I’ll see you at dinner doll.” He squeezed my waist affectionately one last time before leaving the kitchen to find his best friend.


Luckily I managed to not burn anything while cooking – probably because I was so nervous about actually sitting across the table from everyone after they found out about Bucky and me that I had paid too much attention to the food. When I presented it to the crowded dining room table everyone cheered. I sat down beside Bucky with a sigh of relief – reaching for the glass of wine he had already poured for me.

“So…” Steve started with a smile on his face. I braced myself for the taunting and possible scolding that he had in store for us. “Is Bucky the little spoon or the big spoon?” he asked teasingly. I hadn’t been expecting this and choked on my wine as I laughed. Sam momentarily choked on his food and had tears streaming down his face as he guffawed at Bucky.

“Hilarious, Steve,” Bucky mumbled as he rolled his eyes and took a sip from his beer.

Steve chuckled to himself. “In all seriousness – I think we should make a toast – to Y/N and Bucky. Two of the only people that can keep a relationship secret in Stark Tower,” Steve said joyfully as he raised his glass.

“Here! Here!” Everyone else added as they followed Steve’s lead. I could feel my cheeks burning as Bucky gently squeezed my hand under the table.

I was relieved that everyone seemed happy for both of us, and I was excited to have Bucky all to myself once dinner was over.


I had told Bucky that I wouldn’t sleep with him – at least not until we were sure this was going to work and certainly not until we had been open with the others about whatever relationship it was that we had. I had certainly slipped up a few times – mainly when we were in bed together. Bucky reassured me that it was fine that I wanted to wait, but the way his body responded to me when I pressed myself against him in the dark told another story.

I paced back and forth in my room nervously. I had changed into a black lace nightgown and planned on surprising Bucky tonight, but the waiting was absolutely killing me. “Where the hell is he?” I muttered to myself as I continued my back and forth march. A soft knock came from the door. When I opened it he stepped hastily into the room. As he looked down at me wearing only my little black nightgown his eyes clouded with lust. I quickly shut the door and locked it behind me as he lips crashed against mine. They were soft and inviting as they set to work, causing me to moan softly into them. I could never get enough of him, and now I was about to get more than I had ever had. The thought alone sent a spark through my body – erupting deep inside of me. He hoisted me up with one hand and I obliging wrapped my legs tightly around his body as he ran his other hand through my hair – grabbing a handful. He broke away breathlessly as he laid me gently on the bed – his blue eyes burning. “Are you sure?” He tried to keep his voice level – I could tell that he didn’t want me to feel like I was required to sleep with him just because of his reaction.

“James Buchanan Barnes – get in this bed now,” I demanded breathlessly. He grinned as he stood up to pull off his shirt. He hastily kicked off his boots and shed his pants before sliding into the bed next to me. His hands quickly worked their way under my nightgown – gliding along my stomach and up to my breasts as he groaned to himself. We had both wanted this for so long and now that it was finally happening it was almost too much to bear. He worked the nightgown over my head and propped himself up with his elbow as he smiled down at me – his metal fingers gliding over my skin. “What?” I asked shyly. I had never felt so exposed to someone before.

“You’re just so beautiful.  I’ve imagined this in my head over and over – and even that doesn’t do it justice,” he replied softly as his fingers drifted down my stomach and playfully grazed against my inner thighs.

“Imagined, huh?” I responded breathlessly as his fingers continued to explore my body. His hand stopped near my core and he laughed.

“Y/N, are you not wearing any underwear?” He asked mocking shock as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. I shrugged with a coy smile. He chuckled shaking his head as he planted kisses down my neck and collar bone. “Always so full of surprises. Well if you must know… I imagined something like this,” he murmured as he slid he fingers over my core causing my breath to hitch. He smiled at me as he continued – never looking away – discovering which spots made me call out his name breathlessly as I bucked my hips to further the contact of his hand against me.

“Bucky,” I called out lowly. “Bucky…I…”

“Are you sure?” he asked again.

“Yes.”

He moved slowly as he positioned himself on top of me – planting kisses on my body as he slowly slid into me. I groaned softly. We moved slowly before finding our rhythm. The intensity of the act was almost overwhelming. I dug my nails into his back causing him to grunt as we both spilled over the edge. He sighed softly before pulling me into his arms – kissing the top of my hair softly as his hand traced patterns on my back.

“Y/N?” he whispered in the dark.

“Yes, Buck?”

“It was… it was more than I could have ever imagine,” he whispered sweetly in my ear as his arm tightened around my waist.

I smiled against his chest at this. “Goodnight Bucky,” I whispered back before drifting to sleep.

Looking back – if I could have stayed in that moment and never faced the following days – I would have happily done so.


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What Are The Chances (Pt 3)

Pairing:  Chris Pine x Reader

Warning: Smut!! I wrote smut! Oh my god.. Please tell me if it’s terrible!! 

Summary: Filming finally wrapped on Star Trek. You are Chris having been dating for a few months now, but haven’t taken it to the next level. While doing interviews, Chris and you can’t seem to stop flirting, let’s be honest, it’s adorable.

A/N: Again, I LOVE SOFIA BOUTELLA. I think she is amazing. In fact I like her some much, I decided to steal her life… ish… for you, the reader. <3

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Word Count: 1377

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selenedarkbloom  asked:

Prompt: Betty and Jughead finally get to be home alone during summer, and after spending a lovely cute afternoon watching movies and cooking things start heating up and they go all the way. (Honestly, i'm in need for a bughead smut).

of course!! now, there isn’t very much smut in this one but it’s still there, just to let anyone who’s reading know! 


“Forsythe Jones, put that down right now.” Betty warned Jughead as he slyly picked up a bag of flower. The kitchen was a mess. There was ingredients for their cupcakes everywhere covering every single surface. Betty was armed with two eggs, while Jughead classically chose flour as his weapon.

Betty’s parents were gone away with Polly for the weekend and she had the entire house to herself. She didn’t want to take advantage of her freedom, but here she was. Covered in baking ingredients, sliding all over the slippery floors covered in egg and multiple oils.

Betty was never usually like this, but Jughead brought out something different in her. They had spent the entire day together. Starting with a hike to which Jughead protested deeply. Stating that he could just watch someone else go hiking on a movie and get the same experience in the comforts of her house. Betty promised him that after the walk that they would watch a couple movies and so he went on without any more complaining.

Once they had gotten back to the house, Jughead raced to the couch and flipped on the television. Betty rolled her eyes and giggled as she made her way to the book shelf that her family kept filled with DVD’s. She returned to the couch and presented Jughead with a couple movie options to which they decided upon The Blindside. Betty hopped off the couch and loaded the DVD into the player and returned back to the couch, snuggling up next to Jughead as he hit play and started the movie.

Once the movie was over, Betty stood from the couch and stretched before looking to Jughead. Raising her eyebrow she challenged him. “Hungry?” She asked, and without an answer - as if she needed one - she made her way to the kitchen with Jughead on her trail. So there they were, in the midst of baking a batch of cupcakes. The two of them on opposite ends of the kitchen, both poised and ready for attack.

Jughead stuck his hand into the bag of flour and narrowed his eyes at Betty who narrowed hers back, gripping the eggs in her hand a little more tightly. Just then, Jughead whips his hand out of the bag, spraying Betty with flower just as Betty lets one of the eggs in her hand fly towards him. Betty goes to turn quickly but Jughead is already beside her and she giggles as he picks her up and spins her around.

Betty playfully fights with him but Jughead is stronger than she is and she gives up, still laughing. Jughead chuckles, placing her back on the ground and spinning her around to face him again. They both look at each other, still smiling as Jughead moves his hand to cup her neck, brushing his thumb against her cheek, swiping away some of the flour there. They’re both silent for a moment before moving together into a deep kiss. Betty’s hands automatically come up to cup Jughead’s face as he does the same to her. Their lips move together like clockwork. Betty is blissfully surprised when she feels Jughead’s tongue trace her bottom lip asking for permission to which she gladly obliges.

Betty moves her fingers from Jughead’s cheeks up to his hair, tangling them there as his arms wrap around her hauling her up on to the counter. Betty let’s out a little giggle and Jughead smiles against her lips before planting softer kisses down her neck to her collar bone, making Betty moan in pleasure. Jughead smiles even wider with satisfaction when Betty starts up and he continues planting soft kisses on her skin as her legs wrap around his waist. “Jug,” Betty says breathlessly. Jughead returns then to her lips and Betty nibbles on his bottom lip making Jughead growl with pleasure.

“You are absolutely filthy Ms. Cooper.” Jughead tell her as she fiddles with the bottoms of his t-shirt.

Betty pulls back and smirks, her eyes narrowing before she speaks. “Well then, I guess we should clean up then.” She tells him and he curses himself for ruining the moment. To his surprise though, his blonde girlfriend hops off of the counter, grabbing his hand as she does and pulls him with her up the stairs and into her room. Betty disappears into the bathroom that’s connected to her room and Jughead hears the shower turn on. Standing awkwardly in the middle of Betty’s room, Jughead raises an eyebrow and watches his beautiful girlfriend emerge from bathroom still fully clothed. “You need a shower.” She tells him and Jughead chuckles.

“So do you.” Betty raises an eyebrow challengingly and purses her lips. He’s never seen her like this and he didn’t know if he should be worried or completely turned on. He went with the latter.

Betty stepped in front her boyfriend and looked up at him with wide sexy eyes. Looking down at his beautiful girlfriend, Jughead swallowed whatever saliva had been forming in his mouth and took a step closer to her with a small smirk. Reaching up, Betty tangled her hands in Jughead’s hair once again as their lips connected once again. This kiss was a little more heated than the first. Betty couldn’t remember how, but they were suddenly on the bed. She was pinned underneath him as he planted kisses all the way down her neck. Betty moaned softly and stroked his calves with her foot feet as she pulls at his shirt until he’s shed of it. As Jughead continues placing kisses down her neck and on her chest, Betty stokes the muscles on his back and Jughead grins and suddenly he has them flipped so that Betty is sitting on top of him, straddling his waist.

Still planting kisses and sucking on her skin, Jughead moves her bra strap away to get at the skin there. Jughead looks up at her through his eyelids for permission and she gives it to him. Jughead bites his lip, but can’t help but smile when he removes her shirt to reveal her beautiful breasts, held up by a white laced bra. Betty’s cheeks redden with colour and she watches him as he stares at her in awe. “You’re so beautiful.” Jughead whispers, his eyes meeting hers after a couple of seconds. Betty’s lips connect with Jughead’s once again, this time though with more passion and pressure than before. She was hungry for his love and she was going to fill up right here and right now.

Jughead pulls out of the kiss suddenly when she begins to fiddle with the button on his pants. “Betty-” He begins and he watches her face fall, so he shakes his head and plants a kiss on her lips. “Are you sure?” He asks, swallowing hard as his nerves spike. 

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” She tells him, her eyes wide and he could see the truth in them. Jughead nods his head and smiles as she brings their lips back together. Their kiss is faster now and more feverish. Betty’s tongue danced in Jughead’s mouth and Jughead’s in Betty’s, tangling together as Jughead reaches around her back unclasping her bra. Betty shivers as the air hits her bare breasts and Jughead’s warm hands trace them. All the while Betty unbuttons his pants and Jughead shimmies out of them leaving him wearing only his boxers. From her position on top of him, Jughead tugs on her pants until she is working with him to get them off.

Finally they both lay there staring at one another with pure love between them. Only dressed in their underwear. Jughead looks at Betty and raises an eyebrow and Betty nods confirmation before he pulls her panties off and he shimmies out of his boxers. Moving slowly Jughead took Betty and placed her on the bed and positioned himself on top of her, lining himself up with her opening. Once the condom is on and with one last look at Betty and Betty’s last nod of approval, Jughead slides inside of her. Betty let out a slight gasp at the new pressure inside of her. Jughead strokes her face lightly and kisses her lips. “I’m sorry.” He tells her and she shakes her head.

“I’m fine Jug.” She tells him with a smile before she bites her lip. “Go ahead.” She tells him repositioning herself underneath him and Jughead begins his thrusts. Betty moans with pleasure and clenches her toes when Jughead hits a really sensitive spot. Jughead dips his head into Betty’s collar and plants a kiss there before letting out a grunt of pleasure. “Faster Jug.” Betty demands breathlessly and Jughead does just that, ultimately bringing him over the edge. Betty let’s out a a mix of a moan and a gasp just as he does and Jughead falls on top of Betty, panting and gasping for air. Falling onto the space beside Betty on the bed Jughead takes her hand in his and brings it up to his mouth, kissing it.

“I love you, Elizabeth Cooper.” He tells her and Betty giggles.

“I love you too, Forsythe Pendleton Jones III.” Jughead chuckles at the use of his full name and she giggles with him.

Celebration

Originally posted by mybuchanan

I’ll probably make a sequel for this one. Maybe on Bucky’s point of view. Enjoy.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Fluff, smut, some kinks here and there

Summary: You and Bucky are newlyweds who are having some fun on your honeymoon.

 You opened your eyes slowly, adjusting the blinding sun light that was sneaking in from the window. Letting out a not so content groan, you stretched your arms out only to touch a very firm but soft chest. You smiled at the contact and rubbed his chest lovingly.

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fandomlockedfan  asked:

Please please give me some of your favorite top sherlock/bottom john fanfics. I know if its you those fics should be awesome.

Hi Lovley! 

OMG I HAVE SO MUCH SMUT BOOKMARKED LOL LOL LOL.

Alright, I’m just going to rec the ones that are actually tagged as such. 

TOPLOCK

  • Caught In The Act by ShirleyCarlton (E) - This is a series of six scenarios written from the points of view of six different people as they accidentally walk in on Sherlock and John having sex. :) (I’m not sure these all take place in the same universe though, as Sherlock and John would be pretty stupid not to lock their door after the first or second time. :D ) Each of the stories can be read independently.

  • Take My Breath Away by Quesarasara for Cheytea7 (E) - Sherlock opens his eyes and looks at his friend—his best friend—and slowly tips his chin down until his forehead rests softly against John’s. They stay that way for a long moment, lips just a whisper apart, warm puffs of air mingling as each of them struggles to breathe.It’s no wonder they ended up here, really, locked in this breathless moment balanced on the cusp of something new.They’ve spent years taking each other’s breath away…

  • And if you say the word, I could stay with you by CaitlinFairchild for allonsys_girl, bittergreens - What Sherlock thinks is, On the day I die, be it in a dirty alley at forty or in my bed at eighty, the last thing I will remember is tonight, the way you looked at at me on the snowy pavement, cheeks pink with the cold, breath puffing in frosty white clouds, your heart in your eyes and snowflakes in your hair. I will remember that single perfect moment in my life, that moment I knew I had everything I ever wanted, and whatever happens next, I will die content.What he says is simply, “Marry me.”

BOTTOMLOCK

  • Caught In The Act by ShirleyCarlton (E) (same one as above)

  • Let the Sun Fade Out by nothingislittle (E) - “He could warm the sun itself, Sherlock thinks, could heat their flat with just his presence, could brighten the room with one dazzling smile or just the sparkling in his eyes. Everything hurts when John looks this beautiful, but it’s a dulcet, aching pain, one that consumes Sherlock from the inside, that sends soft pangs through his abdomen and lodges a lump solidly in his throat. John glows, he glitters, he’s light itself, Sherlock thinks, and doesn’t even bother to scold himself for exaggerating, because he’s not, he’s not, John is everything, he’s beautiful and he shines, he’s everything.”

  • Beg for Mercy (Twice) by Solitary_Endeavor for nondeducible (E) - Sherlock hasn’t left the flat in four days, the itch of impatience beneath his skin too great to allow him to suffer interaction with any human being who isn’t John. This is probably a mercy that goes both ways, as he’s driving even himself mad. Sherlock supposes there is a lesson to be learned here about having himself to blame, but of course he blames Mycroft.

  • The space between by Salambo06 - “It’s for a case,” Sherlock says as soon as John looks down at his computer. John remains silent for a long moment, eyes moving from the screen to Sherlock, before saying, “You don’t have to explain.”His voice is low, too low, and Sherlock looks at the computer, putting the video on pause. “Lestrade asked me-, no, forced me to find out who’s threatening a famous porn star, and the suspect is among his co-stars, so I only need to watch out for any signs from his partners, anything that might show they’re the one sending those threats and I can move to something else.”“Right.”

  • Your Eyes in Darkness Glowing by tamed_untranslatable - Sherlock’s breath hitched as he held himself in John’s gaze, his own eyes falling hooded, unable to meet John’s straight on. John’s breath was coming fast now, and hard, his eyes boring into Sherlock’s and so plainly displaying everything Sherlock had been thinking all day, that tension pulled taut like a bowstring, that need for closeness that had been denied them for such an unbearably long time.Sherlock gets roped into a case in Moscow on his brother’s insistence, but finds that he can’t do it without John.

  • Rumpled by WhimsicalEthnographies - Then, halfway through a documentary on river otters that neither of them was paying attention to–how could John, with a gangly, limp consulting detective practically purring in his lap?–Sherlock suddenly bolted upright, looked at John with a perplexed expression and a crinkle above his nose, and blurted, “Marry me.” Part 4 of Longitudinal Cohort

  • Praise Me by testosterone_tea - In which Sherlock has an interesting physical reaction to compliments and John discovers it.

  • In A Changing Age by allonsys_girl - Sherlock wakes up in the 19th century, with no idea how he got there.

  • In Nomine by Atiki - “Alright?” John asks gently, planting a kiss on Sherlock’s left collar bone, smoothing a hand down his chest and belly until it rests in the soft trail of hair below his belly button. John’s smile is all soft and warm. His hand feels tender and solid and real. A soldier’s hand. A surgeon’s hand. A lover’s hand. Oh. “John”, Sherlock gasps. And that’s where it begins. Written for a prompt on the Kink Meme: The only word Sherlock says during sex is “John”.

  • Abatement by WhimsicalEthnographies - “What’s wrong with you? You love the cottage,” John glances over to the passenger seat, then quickly turns his eyes back to the road. Driving was still not his forte, but considering Sherlock still couldn’t properly bend and lift his new knee enough to press and release the clutch, he had to make do. Not that Sherlock hadn’t tried to argue his way into the driver’s seat.“I love the cottage for a week or two, John. Don’t be deliberately obstuse,” Sherlock grumbles, sinking further in his seat. Well, as best he can with a four-week-old knee replacement. “And that’s all we’re going for, love,” John says out loud. But what he’s thinking is, shit. He knows.

  • State of Flux by Atiki - John’s marriage is over and he is finally back home (i.e. at Baker Street, where he belongs). Sherlock is awfully insecure and John is awfully hesitant, and they’re both awkward idiots, of course, but they figure it out. Many First Times happen.

  • Spoils of War by sweetcupncakes for ScienceofObsession - John brushes his thumb over the gun’s slide, over the rear sight. Sherlock’s mouth feels too wet. He could lick John’s fingers, suck on them, bite down softly on that callus that is a direct result of John’s frequent need to handle the gun at all. Sherlock could do that, John might like it, really. Sherlock has been told his mouth is absolutely lovely.

As I said, I have SO MANY OTHERS but right now these are just the ones tagged on Ao3 that I could quickly dig up. Please shamelessly promo your fics, y’all!! :D

Imagine being really tired and lazy after a long day and you and noodle are sitting on the couch sipping tea, the tellie’s not even on its just the sound of late afternoon birds chirping from outside and you can barely keep your eyes open, but you try really really hard because you don’t want to be rude, but Noodle notices how tired you are so she puts both yours and her cups on the coffee table and wraps her arms around you resting her face in your hair humming softly as she adjusts both her and you on the couch so that you’re both lying down with your face planted in her collar bone, her perfume just lightly tickling the inside of your nose, not too much that it becomes bothersome, but just so much so that it feels familiar. You feel her slim fingers drawing little circles on your back as well as her breath in your hair and you sigh in content as you doze off. ~♡♡♡

Meet Me In The Hallway

⚠️ NC-17!!! had been an unusually warm November so far in New York City, but tonight the chill in the air was almost unbearable. I wrapped my arms around myself tighter, bearing down against the wind as I walked. It was closing in on midnight and I was heading home from a party my best friend Lola had dragged me to. Over the course of multiple phone calls this past week, I had told her again and again that I didn’t want to go but she wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“Gemma, come on… You’ve been moping about Harry for the last few weeks and, – lest we forget– you’ve been working like a mad woman on your next book in complete solitude. I will not let my best friend become the next JD Salinger.” Lola declared, sounding definitive, and I knew I couldn’t convince her otherwise. 
She had said this to me last night, after barging into my apartment, a bag from Whole Foods in tow, “I also won’t let you live off Coke Zero and Fruity Pebbles, and don’t even try to deny it– I lived with you all 4 years of college, I know what you eat when you’re in a mood!” 
I"m not in a mood,“ I protested, “I’m in a zone– and it was a good zone till you interrupted me! You know my publishers are on my ass to get this next installment done!”
“Blah, Blah Blah” Lola started, rolling her eyes, “ I don’t care. You can spare an evening!”
And so I went, and it was a miserable time. It was the type of Williamsburg party where everyone was freakishly chill and disgustingly into themselves. Lola had tried her best to get me interested in a few guys, but I just wasn’t into it. The whole night felt like a blur, which was probably due to the copious amount of tequila I imbibed over the course of 3 hours. I snuck out of the party and caught a cab, but the driver was so chatty that I decided to just have him drop me off so I could walk the last 3 blocks home. It was a bad decision on multiple parts, mostly because of how drunk I was, partly because Lola had talked me into wearing these ridiculous heels, and also, as I stated previously, it was close to freezing out. 
I approached my brownstone walk up and sighed heavily with relief, I couldn’t wait to get into bed and forget about this whole night. I took off my shoes and made my way up. I hobbled up the 2 flights of stairs and as I was rounding the corner, heels swinging in my right hand, I saw Harry sitting up against the wall, next to my door. I stopped and stood their for a second, simply observing him. His hair was disheveled, and flopped over to the side, covering part of his closed eyes and his arms were crossed against his chest. For a second, I considered leaving– I could get an uber, and head to Lola’s apartment, I had a spare key, so I wouldn’t even have to wait for her to get back.
While I was contemplating this, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry stir. He stretched and rubbed his eyes, before noticing I was there, when he did finally see me, he jumped up.
“Hi.” he said softly.
“How did you get in here?” I asked, the front door was usually locked all the time, especially at night. 
“Oh, your neighbor Ryland let me in…” he answered. Dammit Ryland, he was such a One Direction super fan he probably all but rolled out a red carpet for him. 
“Oh.” I answered shortly, a knot full of tequila and emotions was forming in my stomach. 
“I’m… I’m sorry, Gemma, to just barge in, but you weren’t taking my calls…”
“There was a reason for that.” I answered flippantly. 
He nodded, “I know… but I just needed to see you.”
“Well you’re seeing me now…”, That flippant remark was definitely courtesy of the tequila. 
Harry was taken aback by this, and I knew I shouldn’t be so mean. 
“Please… just talk to me.”
“Harry, there’s nothing to talk about. Some things just don’t work out… we live 2 totally opposite lives, you’re an international pop star and I’m a New York based novelist. Our worlds don’t exactly match. And that’s a lot of why we’d fight, and be nasty to each other… it just didn’t work.”
A lump filled my throat, thinking about how we used to be. There was no denying we had chemistry and I also can’t deny I was beginning to have real feelings for him. 
“I know, Gemma. I even agree with you, our live styles, how they are now– they don’t work.” he said, a sense of defeat in voice. 
I nodded, looking away so he wouldn’t see the tears forming in my eyes. I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t let him see me cry over him again. I made a b-line for my door and shut it quickly behind me. 
Harry slammed his hand against the door. As I slid down the door, sobbing silently, I could hear him outside, breathing heavily, close to the door. 
“Fuck, Gemma. I know we live different lives, I get it. It’s…” his voice trailed off for a second, “ It’s just that… I don’t want anyone else but you. Christ, I can’t think of anything else but you. I’m miserable without you, babe. I need you.”
At his words my sobbing grew, I had felt the same way. After these past weeks since we parted ways, it was as if nothing much mattered. He was the only one I wanted, the only one I cared so deeply for.
“Please Gemma…” he whispered. 
I stood up and opened the door. He was hanging on the door frame, his eyes were red and misty and his shoulders hung low. I don’t know if it was love or foolishness but I pulled him in and kissed him. We began kissing hungrily, it felt like such relief to have his lips on mine again, fuck– I missed it so much. 
We continued kissing, and made our way to my bedroom. The way he held me, his fingers digging into my flesh, the way he kissed and bit at my neck– it all drove me crazy with desire. 
He pulled off my shirt and quickly undid my bra, and I gasped in pleasure as he leaned down to suck and bite on my nipples.
“Fuck I missed you.” He whispered breathlessly as he pushed me down onto my bed. He stood over me, yanking off his shirt and undoing his belt buckle. I forgot how hot he was, his slim torso decorated with tattoos, his broad shoulders moving up and down with his heavy breaths. 
He climbed on top of me, our lips crashing together greedily. He got up onto his knees, undid my jeans and pulled them off. He was going to remove my thong but I sat up at the last second.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked with a smirk.
“Lie down.” I said attempting to be stern but a small smile began to spread across my face. Harry smiled, threw his hands up in surrender and lied down on the bed. 
I quickly grabbed at his jeans and took them off, revealing grey boxer-briefs, his length showing under the taut fabric. I kissed his growing cock through the fabric, making him wince in anticipated pleasure. 
“Oh fuck, don’t tease me like that.”
I smiled up at him, and pulled down the band of his boxers, letting his cock free. I locked eyes with him and he looked down at me hungrily, biting his lip, his hips thrusting up. I licked his length slowly up from the base and took him into my mouth, taking him deeper and deeper, moving up and down, sucking hard. 
“Fuck Gemma. I missed that mouth of yours.” he said breathlessly, his eyes closed and his brow furrowed. 
“And I missed your cock.” I said, looking up at him as I wholly took him into my mouth again.
He groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure as I began working his cock again. 
“Babe, you gotta stop– I’m so close. I wanna fuck you.” he said sitting up on his elbows. 
“But I just love your cock so much..” I said innocently, hitting his cock against my lips. 
He sat up quickly, grabbing me and flipping me around so that I was on my back. Harry began kissing his way down my body, making way to my throbbing clit. He kissed it gently over and over driving me crazy. I wanted him so bad I couldn’t think straight. 
He began licking and sucking my clit, varying his paces which drove me crazy. He stuck one finger in, and then another. 
“Fuck you’re so wet.” he moaned against my wet folds. 
“God, Harry. Make me cum.” I whispered breathlessly. 
“What was that?” he asked cheekily, lifting his face up, I noticed the lower half of it was glistening with my wetness. 
I whimpered in protest, “ Make me cum, Harry.”
“I didn’t hear a ‘please’…” he said teasingly before beginning to nibble on my inner thigh.
“Please! Please, please, please make me cum.” I begged, my hips moving up to try and meet his mouth.
“You’re gonna come for me, like a good girl?” he asked, blowing hot air over my clit.
“Yes! Oh God yes, please!” I howled, throwing my head back and slamming my fist down on the bed in frustration. 
Harry took the hint and went back to eating me out within an inch of my life. My breathing became ragged, and shallow as I reached closer to my orgasm, when finally it happened. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breath– I just threw my head back and moaned, digging my fingers into the back of Harry’s head. 
“Fuck!” I shouted, as I finally got my barrings, and opened my eyes to see Harry making his way up to kiss me. 
“God, I forgot you were a squirter… so fucking sexy, babe. I can’t get enough of you.” he said, nuzzling my neck and planting soft kisses along my collar bone.
“Fuck, Harry. That was incredible…” I said, still out of breath.
“I’m still not done with you though…” he said mischievously. 
“God, yes–please fuck me!” I said wrapping my legs around him. He obliged and slowly slid his cock into me. I could feel my tight, still- throbbing muscles expand to fit around him. 
“fuck you’re so tight baby. I missed your sweet, little cunt.” he whispered, sliding in and out of me slowly.
“I missed your cock so badly, fuck me, Harry” I moaned, closing my eyes as he began pumping into me faster and faster. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him in me again, just to have his cock slamming in me over and over again, sent me into a spiral. 
“Fuck, Gemma. I’m gonna cum-” Harry said, his voice deep, almost a growl. He pulled out of me and brought his cock up to my mouth. I sucked hungrily as he seized up, his cum shooting into my mouth. Once he got his barrings, he looked down at me– I stuck out my tongue to show him his cum pooled in my mouth before I swallowed.
He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, “fuck, I missed you.”

Originally posted by ohbabyyeah

Imagine...

Loki pushes you backwards, his lips brushing your jaw as he trails kisses down your neck, you fall onto the bed, bouncing slightly as his weight settles over you, just millimetres away, the heat radiating from his body and sending goosebumps over you, your breathing starts to speed up as his hands trail lower, his long fingers igniting pleasure points you never knew existed…he chuckles as a small moan escapes your abused lips and you claw at his back, trying to hold back the profanities that are on the tip of your tongue. he nuzzles your neck, planting small kisses from just below your ear to your collar bone, then he bites down, not hard but enough to cause you to release a strangled moan, he laughs again, the noise a low rumble in his chest causing you to rise up, trying to gain as much contact with him as possible, trying to feel every inch, every pulse, every quiver of the god-like body above you. you grind you hips upward to meet his, causing a low moan to be released from him, his hand digging into your hip to try and keep you still beneath him. your breathing has become more ragged, your mind going completely blank. the hand on your hip trails lower, brushing the top of your thigh, you shift again, seeking contact which he torchurously denies you. “well aren’t we eager…” he says against your lips as he brushes his against them, light, nowhere near what you want. “please.” you whimper between another moan. “tell me what you desire…and you shall have it my dear mortal.”

A/N:

this is just a random imagines that came to mind when chatting with a friend…(I read too many fanfics! *facepalms*) so don’t judge me if it’s shit…it was literally a spur the moment thing…

I do not own the character specified in this imagine it belongs to the amazing people of marvel!

Please, Please, Please (Part 3)

Warning: Use of the “F” word and no not “fuck” cuz y’all know I use that one quite liberally…

Richie burst through the front door, not bothering to look over at his slobbering drunk mother on the worn lay-z-boy. Hopefully his dad was out, Richie couldn’t bare the thought of having to deal with a fight with him tonight of all nights. He slammed his bedroom door open and then immediately shut again, collapsing onto his unwashed linens and crying ugly tears. Muffled sobs filled the torn comforter. I can’t love Eddie fucking Kaspbrak. I’m not gay! Am I gay? Richie began to hyperventilate as he started thinking about why he always felt lightheaded when he would pinch Eddie’s cheeks or why he felt like vomiting at the thought of Mike and Eddie together. Right now, Richie needed inhaler more than Eddie ever has. Why can’t I stop thinking about him! What the fuck is wrong with me?!

And before he could finish answering that question, his dad burst into the room, almost as drunk as his mother.

“Richie, we have thin fucking walls in this house, but even if we didn’t I can hear you crying like a little fag from 100 miles away!”

He grabbed Richie by the collar of him flannel and stretched it so Richie was looking him right in the eye.

“Now I didn’t raise a fucking fag in this house, did I?”

“Well what if you did?!”

“I’d kick you the fuck out right now, been thinking about it for years. It would just be more reason to wish you were never born.”

His dad shoved him onto the ground, Richie’s head banging against the hard, worn wood. His dad left his room with a slam, leaving Richie to cry more than he thought possible. He could barely remember what he was crying about before until he thinks of people he wants to talk to about this, and the only person is Eddie.

Fuck.

Without much of a choice, he threw on his thrift-store denim jacket and left out his window, trying not avoid a fight with his mother about the very obviously missing beers.

Richie had never taken the long route to Eddie’s house, usually eager to get there right on time. Now, he understood why. But, tonight Richie wanted to take his time, I mean what the fuck was he going to say? ‘Sorry for making out with you in front of our entire friend group, but my dad just told me he wishes I was never born so…’ See that didn’t flow as well as he hoped it would. But he couldn’t think of what to say because he was already in Eddie’s drive way, right below his bedroom window. He picked up some pebbles and started chucking them at the window. It wasn’t long until Eddie came and opened to window to see Richie, looking more broken than he’d ever seen.

“Hey-uh-Eds? Can I come in?”

Eddie stood there for a moment, dumbfounded, before responding after the awkward silence.

“Yea sure, Rich.”

Richie reached the window and climbed in, instinctually retreating to the opposite corner of where Eddie was standing. Eddie stared at him, expecting some sort of an explanation, an explanation for a couple of things…

“Sorry for just randomly showing up so late. I didn’t want to but-”

He cut himself not really knowing how to finish the sentence. Eddie sat down on the bed and invited Richie to sit next to him by patting the hospital-precision folded sheets.

“Richie you can tell me anything, you know that right.”

“Fuck, Eds, it’s just it’s like I don’t know who I am anymore and-” and the tears began to stream down his cheeks, leaving stains on his pale cheeks.

“I shouldn’t have kissed you and I know that and I don’t even fucking know why I did, but it happened. I mean it was all a stupid dare and I’m sorry for just running it’s- and then when I got home my dad called me a-a-” choked sobs cut him off, air barely making it into his lungs, but Eddie took Richie hand in his, brushing his fingertips over Richie’s bruised knuckles. “He called me a fag and I didn’t know who else to talk to. I’m so sorry I understand if you don’t want to see me right now, but I’m fucking in love with you.” The words that came out of his mouth surprised him more than they did Eddie. With that, Richie built up the courage to look up at Eddie who was already staring into his soul, trying to send a message, a message he didn’t quite receive until Eddie gently pressed his lips onto Richie’s. This time, however, they weren’t in any rush. Richie moved his hands to Eddie’s hips, the skin peeking out from under his plain white pajama shirt. Eddie’s hands were all over Richie, from his cheeks to pulling his hair to stroking the sides of his neck. When Eddie finally pulled out of the kiss, he stared into richie’s eyes trying to get some sort of answer in them.

“What was that for.” Richie asked nervously, chuckling, his breath hitting Eddie’s chin.

“For making me wait since 7th fucking grade for you Richie Tozier.”

This time, Richie kissed him, smiling into it and laying both of them down on the bed. The kiss was soft and gentle, but had a yearning behind it. It was short-lived though because after a few seconds, Richie just laid his head on Eddie’s chest and listened to his heartbeat: one of the only stable things in Richie’s life right now.

“Hey, Eds?”

“Yea, Richie?”

“Can I put on a song?”

Eddie laughed gently into Richie’s hair.

“Sure, Rich.”

Richie got up reluctantly and pulled his favorite cassette out of his coat pocket. He put the cassette in Eddie’s stereo, his favorite Smiths song starting to play. He looked back at Eddie and lifted him off of the bed. Putting his head in the nook of Eddie’s shoulder and forcing him to sway with him to the music. Richie whispered,

“This song has always reminded me of you. I never knew why until I kissed you at the quarry today.”

See the life I’ve had

Can make a good man bad

So for once in my life

Let me get what I want

Lord knows, it would be the first time.

“You make me so happy and I finally have you and I don’t want to fuck this up. You’re all I want Eddie.”

Eddie felt a tear sneak down his cheek, having waited years to hear those words. Richie planted a kiss on Eddie’s collar bone as Eddie nuzzled his nose into Richie’s brown mop of curls.

Later that night, they would fall asleep in each other’s arms, legs tangled, and all horrible thoughts put to the side, at least until the sun rose again.

THE END

Saturday

** okay, okay, so this has been a long requested scenario. And to the beautifully sweet, sweet anon, wherever you are, we hope you get to see this and that you love it! I tried my absolute best to make it as fluffy and sexy as possible for you, but go easy on me, I still enjoyed writing this, though. ^^ **

“ HII can i have a scenario where you are the innocent girlfriend that knows absolutely nothing about sex and you ask your boyfriend jongin what dry humping is and well he shows you a whole new world lmao FLUFFY AS FUCK BUT SEXY THANK YOU LOVE STAY FAB ”


Originally posted by mintokkies

Summary: Kai and the innocent girlfriend try something new together.

Members: Kim Jongin x Reader

Type: Fluff

Length: 1,264 words

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Saturday nights usually were reserved for date-night-ins, however, this time around you and Kai had just spent the entire Saturday together at a festival with the other members and some of the member’s girlfriends tagged along, as well. It was an eventful day, many laughs and smiles were shared. Stories were also exchanged between you and all the girlfriends, ranging from meaningless conversations to the special moments with your boyfriends. All in all, the sun eventually set and you all retreated back to your own homes to end the night, happily.

Upon returning home, you and Kai found yourselves on the carpeted floor of his apartment. Music was played in the background and the cool Saturday night air found its way in through the open balcony door. You two had just finished the recent episode of your favorite show, and were now just sitting together listening to the outdoor sounds streaming in.

“Jongin?”

“Hmm?” He hums up to you in response as his head was resting on your shoulder. Your fingers were absentmindedly twirling light circles over your boyfriend’s hand, eyes fixated on the slow motions of your fingers against his soft bronze skin.

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Daryl's hunger 💕💓💋❤

Daryl’s pulling you close by the hips, his breath on your neck cold and sharp. He looks at you, piercing your eyes with his as his breath breaks, almost panting aching for your touch. Pushing you by the shoulders, Daryl’s body and strong arms pin you up against the wall. His hands flat on the wall above your shoulders nowhere left to run. His shirtless body close to yours, his muscles flexing and chest bear in front of you. Your eyes take in the full show of his muscles presented in front of you, beads of sweat dripping down. You bite your lip. You run your nails along his chest pulling him closer, his body pressing against yours slowly but with enough pressure to make you shake with anticipation. Daryl plants kisses along your neck and collar bone; goose bumps rising on your skin. His hands run down to your hips and he pulls your top off above your head, eyeing your chest with hunger. His hands travel along your soft skin up to your bra, sliding under the cups squeezing hungrily. He leans in for a kiss and without a seconds hesitation his smooth tongue slides into your mouth, giving you all sorts of pleasure, making love to your own. As his kisses get more intense you feel the clasps start to give way and Daryl smirks when he hears a satisfying snap… Daryl smiles cheekily as your bra slides to the floor and pins you to the wall with his waist, thrusting against you. Now you feel the bulge pushing through his boxers, brushing against your knickers waiting to play with you. His hand runs all over you as he smoothers you in kisses, his fingers travailing down to your underwear. His hands tickle you, sending shocks through your body, wanting everything there and then. Daryl presses up against you and moans as your fingernails run over his boxers putting pressure in all the right places. Daryl tears away your underwear along with his own, hastily. He pushes you up the wall, wrapping your legs around his back. Without a second to waste you feel him enter you and thrust frantically making you scream straight away. He moves fast and hard pounding you with every second. He calls your name as you dig your nails into his back shaking quickly. Daryl presses you hard against the wall as this body stiffens and you feel his thrusts start to explode and you both hit the climax as Daryl shoots himself deep inside you. Screaming, making the wall shake you both feel the intense burning as Daryl continues to shake and thrust violently making you turn to jelly melting with all the pleasure pulsing through your veins. Daryl wraps his arms around you and falls back onto the couch pulling out, moving you into his arms. He pants broken breaths and smiles down at your brushing your cheek. @youandyourstupidrope@shinydixon@jodiereedus22@purpleswan@benerchic

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