shuffle pants

tight spaces.

Originally posted by esgaroths

steve x reader 

warnings: swearing, basically pure fucking smut, choking.

prompt: getting stuck in a closet with steve rogers and his tight pants while on a mission.

A/N: once again, this is just pure unedited smut so here you go. feel free to send in requests. :-)

“you better not fucking leave me!” you hissed, gripping steve by the arm and looking him dead in the eyes.

“i wasn’t leaving, i was just going to check if the coast is clear.” he grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“of course it’s not fucking clear, there’s hydra agents all over the fucking place, you dumb fuck!” your heart beat was erratic as you dug your nails into his arm, glaring at him.

“there’s no need for that!” steve announced, just to be shushed by you.

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Fire (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Request! 🙌🏽

A/N: Hey y'all! This was sent in by the lovely anon who requested some hardcore angry sex. I kinda changed it up a lil bit because the original one i wrote I lost cuz I didn’t save it and I couldn’t get on tumblr to re look at the request! 😭 but I hope you like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤


Request: I’m begging you, full out on my knees, to make a smutty bucky one-shot that is just total hate sex. Like him and the reader just dont get along, she thinks hes too brooding and a total try hard, and he thinks shes a pampered bitch. and then one night when theyre fighting just BAM! hate sex but then they realize they actually like each other but none of them will admit it ;)) (there can be a part two, if you want, maybe,) I love your writing

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“Are you fucking serious, Barnes?” you spat as you both entered the quinjet.

This was the third time in the last month he’s jeopardized a mission. The last two were purely out of spite, just to get a reaction out of you. But this time, he almost got you killed as well. To say the both of you disliked each other was a serious understatement. You fucking despised each other with a fiery passion and everyone knew it. You two were polar opposites.

When Bucky got into his little mood swings, he expected you to just shut your mouth and take it. After all, that’s what he was used to with Steve. But you weren’t anything like Steve. Not at all. You were extremely outspoken, you spoke your mind whenever and however you wanted. You weren’t anybody’s trained monkey, especially not his. So of course, when he realized you had zero amount of chill in you, all it did was piss him off even more and fuel the fire between you two.

“For fucks sake, Y/N,” he spat back just as bitterly. “Just shut your mouth for once!”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. You honestly didn’t understand his logic. So, you were supposed to just sit quiet while he screwed this entire operation up? No fucking way.

“I know you’re probably used to getting your way,” you bickered, sitting in the pilot seat and flicking on the many switches. “But I’m not everybody else.”

All though you couldn’t see him, you could tell your words hit home. The subtle rumbling of the quinjet was the only audible thing as it lifted from the ground. You, being the pilot and all, kept your focus on keeping the jet in the air. But all that went to shit as soon as you heard him say something under his breath.

“Excuse me?” you spun around in the chair.

“I said you really need to get laid. That’s probably why you’re such a bitch all the time.”

You usually had excellent composure when it came to problematic people like him, but that was your last straw. Standing up, you walked over towards him and smacked him straight across the face.

His head jolted to the side from the force. Slowly, you could see a little red handprint right where the spot was.His eyes widened at first and you immediately regretted hitting him. Reality started hitting you like a brick wall. Bucky was twice your size, not in height though. You were only two or three inches shorter, but when it came to muscle mass, he was a fucking beast.
And you just had to go and awaken it, didn’t you?

“I-I’m sorry!” you squeaked, backing away from him slowly.

He was completely silent, and that sent chills down your spine. He stepped forward, stalking towards you. His blue eyes were much darker than before, which wasn’t a good sign at all. Oh god, what if you somehow managed to send him straight into Winter Soldier mode? If that happened, there was no way on earth you’d be able to fight him off.

Your instincts finally kicked in, screaming at you to run towards the rear of the jet, which held most of the weaponry. It wasn’t the brightest idea but what else was there? You were in midair! Without another thought, you tried to slip past him.

And boy were you wrong.

With ease, Bucky’s metal and wrapped around your throat and slammed you into the wall of the quinjet. You let out a frightened squeak. He placed his flesh hand around your chin harshly, digging into the flesh. You kicked your legs, trying to at least knee him in the crotch. Nat always said that was the best defense in those situations.

Before you could do it, you felt Bucky’s lips on yours.

You went completely frozen.

You expected to be stabbed to death, certainly not this. As fucked up as it was, you couldn’t help but acknowledge how nice his lips felt against your trembling ones. His lips moved against yours expertly, his tongue running along your bottom lip. You didn’t mean to, but a small moan escaped your lips. He pressed his body into yours, easing himself between your legs.

It’s as if he could tell you were enjoying yourself. He pulled away far too soon, smirking down at your smaller self with triumph. Oh, you hated him so much.

“See?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “You’re already a much more pleasant person and we’ve only gotten to first base.”
You wiggled in his grasp, earning nothing but an amused chuckle from him. As humiliating as it was, you were so turned on. You could feel the wetness inside your cat suit and you desperately wished it would go away.

“I hate you,” you frowned, much to Bucky’s dismay.

“I don’t hate you, Y/N.” he says, leaning in between your legs and pressing kisses along your throat. You gasped, throwing your head back. “I dislike you sometimes,” He sucked harshly on the piece of flesh just below your ear, earning a cry of pleasure from you.

“But. I. Don’t. Fucking. Hate. You.” he thrusted his hips against yours after each word, causing your breaths to stutter.

With a small, submissive moan, you spread your legs wider for him. You could feel him grin into your neck. He was enjoying this so much. With another roll of his hips, you felt your orgasm growing nearer. You let out little pants, moving your hips against his much harder. Bucky’s erection pressed against your heat, giving you a sweet mental image of how big he was.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice trembling as your orgasm neared. “Please…I’m…I’m gonna-“

The next thing you know, Bucky’s hand released its grip on your throat. Instead, his hand went straight for your ponytail, twisting it painfully. You let out cry, reaching your hands behind your head to free yourself. He practically dragged you away from the wall, all the way until you were facing the large window of the quinjet windshield.

Bucky’s flesh hand slid down to your lower back and gave you a harsh push. Losing your balance, you felt your front collide with the dashboard, your suit pressing against the many buttons. You winced at the feeling of the buttons pressing into your torso. There was no doubt, you were going to have a dozen little triangular shaped bruises tomorrow.

Bucky’s hand gripped the zipper of your suit and slowly tugged it down. You felt the material separate down your body, leaving you exposed. His hand traced down your spine gently, taking in the feel of your feverish skin. With a groan, you rocked your behind back into his crotch. He hissed, grabbing the unzipped material and pulling it from your body, leaving you in only your underwear.

“Fuck…” you heard him whisper under his breath. His hand traced the curve of your ass gently, feeling the soft skin in his hands. He pinched it harshly, earning a cry from you. Bucky traced the waistband of your underwear, pulling it back from your body and snapping it back onto your skin.

“Bucky,” you moaned. “Please fuck me.” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded anymore. You wanted him inside you so fucking bad and all he did was tease you. It was so unfair.

“You gotta ask nicely, sweetheart.” He cooed, hooking his finger underneath the waist band of your underwear and tugging them down your thighs. You could hear the sound of his belt coming undone and the shuffling of his pants coming off. You saw his jacket and shirt being tossed onto the pilot chair near you.

“Please, Bucky,” you tried to sound as innocent as possible. “Please fuck me hard. I need it so bad. Please…sir.”

His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips at the last word.

You were in for it now.

Without any warning, he slammed his hips into yours, his cock entering you forcefully. You let out a scream that echoed throughout the quinjet. Bucky fucked you hard and fast, his metal hand twisted into your hair. Your body jolted forward with each thrust, your nipples brushing against the many buttons beneath you.

“Oh my go-o-o-od!” you moaned, your voice stuttering with each thrust. Bucky nudged his foot with your left one, forcing your legs apart even further. You could feel each and every inch of him inside you, burying himself into your heat deeper and deeper. You placed your hands on the dashboard for support.

“You like that, you little bitch?” he asked, landing a smack onto your behind. You nodded your head furiously. He gave you another smack, this one harder than the last.

“Yes, sir!” You cried out, clenching around his cock. “I love it so fucking much!”

He threw his head back at the feeling, letting out a string of Russian curses. You didn’t understand what he said, but it was still probably the hottest thing you’ve seen. The way his abs flexed each time he crashed into you sent a wave of arousal over you.
For the second time, you felt your orgasm creeping up. You were so fucking close, so close. You just needed it a little bit harder.

Your thighs began to tremble from the approaching euphoria; your eyes closed on their own accord. You could feel your juices on Bucky’s thighs, dripping down your own onto the ground. The sounds that escaped your mouth were so fucking dirty and borderline pornographic, but it only seemed to please Bucky even more.

With a scream of his name, you came on Bucky’s cock. Your pussy tightened around him, milking him into his own release. Bucky fell against your back, his hips stuttering as he neared his own finish. You whimpered, feeling the aftershocks of his thrusts. You could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest. You reached your hand behind you, slipping it between the two of you and began massaging his balls.
And that was it for him.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he shouted into your shoulder, his hips slamming into yours a final time. You could feel his come coat your walls, filling you up. You wiggle from underneath him, accidentally clenching around his cock. His let out a groan, his fingers digging into your hips.

“I think my hips are broken.” You whisper, peering over your shoulder. All jokes aside, you could already feel the soreness building in your hip area. Jesus, you won’t be able to sit down for at least a few days. Damn Bucky and his super soldier cock.

“I don’t hate you,” he admitted softly into your shoulder, completely ignoring your previous statement. Your eyes widened. “I never really did dislike you, either.”

You turned your head to the side. “Then why do you treat me like you do?” you ask, staring at the wall of the quinjet. This was more than just shocking. You were actually convinced that he hated you with his entire being. So what was going on?

“I’m not exactly good at expressing love correctly,” he confessed, letting out a small laugh. But you could tell there was no humor behind it.

“Love?” You questioned, your eyebrows raised.

“I love you, Y/N,” he shifted so that he was right by your ear now. “I have for a while now.”

You couldn’t fight the grin that spread on your face even if you wanted to.

You sigh dramatically. “I guess I kinda, sorta, maybe love you, too. But only if you promise to do this every time we fight.”

He let out a laugh, sending vibrations down your spine.

“You got it, doll.”


-FIN ❤

(I can’t look at the quinjet the same now lol!) ❤

The Map Room - Smut

Originally posted by stvlinski

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Thomas/Reader 
Words: 1198
AN: @writing-obrien wanted Thomas sin. I wrote this in 30 mins don’t judge me. 💕 




“Thomas what are you doing? Where are you taking me?”

He didn’t answer as he dragged you into the map room, his head whipping back and forth to check if anyone was around to see you. Most of the Gladers were in bed, or over by the fire pit, so it looked like you were in the clear.

“Thomas?” You tried again.

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Punctuality

Requested by the wonderful @justanothersaltandburn​ : J2M sneaking a quickie backstage at a convention before someone has to do a panel.

Warning: Jensen x Jared x Misha, smut, blow job, anal sex

Word Count: 1300ish

A/N: I’ve never written this pairing before, and it was a hell of a lot of fun. Hope you enjoy, y’all! XOXO

“Guys,” Misha warns, “this is not the time for this.”

Jared only laughs. “I think this is the exact time for this. What do you think, Jen?”

Jensen isn’t laughing, and the set of his jaw makes Misha’s fingers and toes curl a little. “Couldn’t agree more,” he murmurs.

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SUIT & TIE || dessert

◦ pairing: reader x taehyung

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 1.9k

a/n: I am just really sad cause Kim Taehyung is not in my life to do these things…I don’t even have a proper comment for this. IM JUST REALLY UPSET ATM OKAY. (anyways i hope you love it)

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“You just wore that to tease me,” his voice scratched the back of his throat, coming out in a faint growl, but the wide grin spread across his face was anything but menacing. His eyes shrunk into crescent moons and his boxy smile smile pressed against your neck, his warm breath tickling the skin as he laughed and carefully placed light butterfly kisses. Your fingers were lost in the softness of his hair, stroking the base of his neck as he held you gently against the door. The feeling of his body up against yours like this was pure bliss.

“To be fair,” you started, but his lips were against yours again. Your fingers slipped under the fabric of his blazer, slipping it off down his arms and throwing it haphazardly towards the nearest piece of furniture. “I didn’t think it would work so fast,” you spoke between giggling kisses. You could hardly maintain a steady breath. You reached for his buckle, pulling his belt out of the loops of his pants and dropping it to the floor with a light clang. “We even skipped dessert!”

A breathy gasp left you as his fingers pulled the zipper down your back. The light touch of his skin trailed the cold metal grazing against your bare back. The mood changed instantly. You pinched your lips over one another, as though the damage had not already been done. Taehyung pulled back, cocking an eyebrow, his ego inflated. A smirk tugged at his lips. “Oh trust me, we’re not skipping dessert.”

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Webcam/Stuart Twombly Smut

Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

I’m working on requests but this idea popped in my head.

Part 2

I was sat down at my desk in my apartment getting some work done. Then I heard her voice, I didn’t know where it was coming from. Until I closed my tabs and saw her, she was on the phone. She was sat at her desk in her bedroom. I had no idea what was happening, I thought maybe she accidentally called me. So I tried to talk to her but she was either oblivious or she couldn’t see or hear me. Then it hit me what happened.

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Late Nights - Peter Parker x reader

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter is up too late and the reader just wants him to go to bed; this is straight fluff

Warnings: None

I sat on the counter of Peter’s kitchen as he messed around with his newest invention in his room. May had gone out for the night, Peter convinced her she was working far too hard and needed a break. So now here I was, sitting in my oversized pajama shorts adorned with knee high socks and Peter’s oh so clever, ‘Find X’ shirt. I held the hot cup of tea up to my mouth, smelling the sweet scent of green tea. I closed my eyes in complete bliss also somewhat due to exhaustion till I heard a line of curse words tumble out of Peter’s mouth. I snapped my eyes open and eased off of the counter, putting down the cup.

I leaned against the doorframe as I watched Peter’s mutter complaints lowly. His new invention dispensing fluid that solidified after being released from the gadget, but the fluid didn’t go nearly as far as Peter had projected it. “You need more pressure inside of this, more of a build up, along with a sleeker release.” Peter’s head snapped up to look at me, a ring of black underneath his eyes, his hair was moved into all different directions. “But you can do that in the morning, Pete, come on, it’s 2 in the morning.” I pleaded while beginning to walk into the room. Peter’s hands immediately went into his hair, “I want to get this done tonight though. It’s just so frustrating.” His fist left his hair to hit the desk in front of him causing it to shake. “I know, I know. How about you write out some of your ideas on how to better it, then we go to sleep, you can clear your mind some and then we’ll try again with it tomorrow.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, I placed a kiss onto the crown on his head. Peter sighed in defeat and melted back into me. He nodded as I let go of him to curl up in his bed since I could hardly hold my eyes open anymore.

Peter’s POV

I glanced over my shoulder to see Y/N going to lay on my bed, rubbing her eyes sleepily. “Wait, come here and sit in my lap till I’m done working.” I pushed myself away from the desk so she could make herself comfortable. Her side was leaned into me, her legs thrown over the arm of the chair and her arms placed around my neck. I continued scribbling into my notebook trying to figure out how to properly fix this web shooter. Y/N placed kisses along my jawline and cheek causing me to smile. Though after a few minutes, her grip on me started to ease as she slipped into unconsciousness. I was done in around 20 minutes or so and was feeling rather confident about the notes I had made. I had also felt relaxed due to Y/N being in my arms. She was so peaceful when she was asleep, in the most vulnerable state possible. Freckles littered her face that were typically covered by makeup at any other time, her lips pouted as they always were whenever she was sleeping. My shirt loosely clinging to her figure. She was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I pressed a kiss against her forehead as I glanced back to the web shooter then towards the clock blinking 2:34AM back at me. I leaned over and turned off my lamp before sliding my arms under Y/N to put her into bed.

I put her down first, covering her up with the blankets on the bed. I turned to my door and went to go turn off the light in the kitchen “Come to bed, please.” Y/N’s voice broke the silence. I switched off the light and walked back into my room pushing her hair out of her face. “Let me change, sweetheart. Okay?” I moved to my dresser to pull out a pair of pajama pants as she hummed out, “Mhm… Peter?” Her quiet voice spoke out again, “Yeah, baby?” I pulled up my pants and shuffled towards my bed suddenly feeling tired. “I love you.” Her voice sounded soft and tired, “I love you too.” I smiled as my whole body felt warm. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, ensuring that she would feel just as warm and safe before we both drifted off to sleep.  

#7 // Eric x reader

warnings: NSFW contentttttttttt
an: I’m sorry the format of this is awful, I’m currently on a flight to Germany so can’t edit the layout on my phone!! Read mores etc will be added later 😊 All the love
Also, please don’t read if you don’t agree 👏🏻

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It’s Friday evening, and you’re at Eric’s. It’s the first time in months your Mom has allowed you to stay over - ever since Eric pulled that van robbery stunt she’s been skeptical about the two of you spending time together. You’d only managed to convince her because Kathy had spoken to her on the phone.

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“Nice watch you got there, huh?”

The guy jumped at your voice and his dark eyes stared at you, fear very obvious in them. His glance moved left and right, but he was the only one close enough to hear you.

“Hey! That guy stole my wallet! And my watch! Stop him! The guy with the leather jacket!”

“I’d run if I were you.”

You smirked and the guy grabbed your arm without thinking. He pulled you from the boat and onto a sidewalk where he wouldn’t let go of you until you ran far enough for anyone to follow you. You fought against his strong grip, but he wouldn’t budge. He was determinded to ask you how you knew what he’d done.

“Are you a cop?”

He watched you, a little out of breath, as you twisted your arm free. He looked as if the hwole running barely affected him whilst you rang for air like a fish out of water. You still managed a chuckle. Oh, you were far from being a cop.

“No, I’m just great at observing.”

“B-But that’s impossible. How did you see this?”

Your breathing slowed down and you grinned, reaching behind you and grabbing a set of cards from the back pocket of your pants. You shuffled the cards and flipped them between your fingers before effortlessly holding them in his direction.

“You took my place. The boat is the easiest way to hastily escape your target after stealing their goods.”

His slightly scared face turned into a flirtatious grin. He narrowed his eyes and gave you a once over before shaking his head with a chuckle.

“I should’ve known you weren’t a cop.”

“Why?” you furrowed your brows in question.

“Cop’s aren’t that hot! I’m Jack.”

“(Y/N).”

The grin never left either of your faces as you stared at each other. He was very handsome. His dark eyes were prominent under his thick brows, his spiked hair literally inviting you to bury your hands in them. He was taller than you, though he didn’t belong to the very tall man either. He looked like one of those models girls like you would never, ever have a chance with.

Jack took a step closer to you, gripping your waist with one of his strong hands. You were surprised at his forwardness, but couldn’t complain as a warm shudder ran through you.

“I think we’d make a damn good team, (Y/N).”

ultrajchapmanstuff  asked:

(Request/prompt) Frisk goes techno-goth with shiny black lipstick, torn tank top, shiny,straighter black hair, and HUGE feet-covering phat/shuffle/raver pants. Bonus: Blushing Chara sporting a kissmark from the raver child:)

chara too busy for dis bs

i had a lot of fun drawing this tbh! i hope you had this in mind or at least it’s close

ultrajchapmanstuff  asked:

(Request/prompt) Star goes techno-goth with shiny black lipstick, torn tank top, shiny,straighter black hair, and HUGE feet-covering phat/shuffle/raver pants. Bonus: Blushing Marco sporting a kissmark from the raver child:)

1 TECHNO-GOTH STAR COMIN THROUGH
im sorry if it looks bad ;;v;; this was rushed ^_^;;

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BONUS: (i gotya man ;3)

Company || two.

◦ pairing: reader x hyungsik

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 3.0k

◦ a/n: I’m an utter askhole when I asked which Hyungsik smut I should post first but honestly I got stuck on the other one so here’s ROUND TWO of Company ;)

one | two | three | four |

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2am. I had been sitting here in this godforsaken spinny chair, far more ladylike than could be comfortable for anyone at this hour, completing paperwork for the recent partnership we just entered. My calf had started to go numb sitting cross-legged like this. Since I started this job, I had been slaving away until dawn, constantly preparing every tiny detail Hyungsik would need to run his company smoothly. I rarely had the time to call home as often as before.

Hyungsik sat to my right with a laptop, on a white leather couch that faced the skyline. He groaned and placed the laptop on the glass coffee table in front of him and leaned back on the couch, slouching down to sit on it comfortably. His eyes slipped shut as he pressed the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. Having inherited the company, Hyungsik had been working this entire past year to bring about important changes, but he had yet to gain the complete trust of the board members. Half of them supported Hyungsik blindly, believing he would naturally follow the footsteps of his father. The other half wanted someone more qualified. He was young, still a child in their eyes.

Still, Hyungsik rarely seemed concerned. He had lived his whole life in completely financial security; he never once had to worry about what came next, and running a company was no different for him. In the end, he’d have his father’s old colleagues and friends pulling strings to bail him out of whatever mess he got himself into, if it came to that.

Hyungsik spread his legs slightly as he eased into a more relaxed manner, and I could tell it was time for a break. I needed one too. For the third time in the past hour, he raked both hands through his hair and threw his head back against the couch in frustration.

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Jealous/Peter Pan

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want!

Request:  Can u write an imagine about peter pan where the reader getting to close to Felix and peter gets jealous? Thnx❤❤

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meliorn  asked:

jimon + 27 🌮 🌮 🌮

27. “… Why are you… eating tacos at 3 AM?” “Why not?” 

Simon is having a spectacularly bad day. So when Jace, his flat mate, comes shuffling into the kitchen, his first response is to frown at him.

Jace, on his way to the tap undoubtedly for some water, stops dead in his tracks, slowly turns around to face Simon, and squints. “… Why are you… eating tacos… at 3 AM?”

Simon frowns harder. “Why not?”

Jace stares at him for a bit. Simon stares back. “Are you… okay?” Jace eventually asks.

Simon crumples. It’s 3 AM, and it’s cold in the flat, and he’s tired, and he’s having a crap day, and his tacos are cold, and he’s just tired. “No,” he says, honestly.

“Do you…” Jace looks conflicted. “Maybe want a hug?”

“… Yes,” Simon says.

Jace, looking just as tired as Simon feels, in only a pair of plaid pajama pants, shuffles over to Simon, and slowly, kind of awkwardly, wraps his arms around Simon. “There, there,” he says, patting Simon’s back.

“You’re crap at this,” Simon concludes, when Jace pulls away.

Jace frowns at him. “That’s not my fault. The angle was awkward. Here, get up,” he pulls Simon to his feet and promptly into another hug, one that completely engulfs Simon and makes him feel warm and safe and happy and oh man, did he need this hug.

When they pull away, their faces are close, and Jace looks soft, vulnerable, in the dim kitchen. “Thank you,” Simon whispers, into the small space between their faces.

Jace just looks at him, really looks at him, and then suddenly he surges forward and kisses Simon full on the mouth. Simon squeaks in surprise, but then immediately feels himself leaning into it.

Maybe, it’s not such a bad day after all, he thinks, as he follows Jace back to his bedroom, taco’s long forgotten on the dinner table. 

Caught - Muke

Originally posted by honeymalum

Just look at them…how can you not want both of them to take you at the same time?


“Where the fuck is she?” Calum asked impatiently desperately needing a cig. He looked to his watching huffing once again as Luke shoved his hands in his pockets, baseball cap on top of his head as he sent the girl another text asking where she was. The guys had asked y/n to come on tour with them, mostly for the week break they had now that they were spending in California knowing she had always wanted to go to Malibu.

“Luke, go get your girlfriend,” Ashton teased causing Luke to roll his eyes flipping his friend off.

“Suck a dick, Ashton. She’s not my girlfriend,” he muttered, cheeks turning a slight red color as the three boys snickered.

“Whatever you say there, Romeo,” Michael chuckled before nodding to the elevator. “We’ll go make sure she didn’t slip in the shower or something. We’ll meet you guys over there.” Luke followed behind slipping his phone into his pocket before fishing for the spare room key of hers he had. “What do you think she’s doing up there? Usually she’s the first ready.”

“I don’t know? Why are you asking me?”

“Because you’ve known her for fifteen years? I don’t know,” Michael said as the elevator doors slid open on the fifteenth floor. They took the long walk down the hall stopping at the last door on the right, Luke sliding the key card in opening the door to the sound of Bad Girlfriend by Theory of A Deadman playing in her Bluetooth speaker she had brought from home, y/n lying on the bed with her eyes closed, shirt pulled up to her chest, bottom half bare as she pumped two fingers inside of her, moans escaping her lips. She was half dressed, face full of makeup proving she had attempted to get ready, but somewhere along the way became too desperate to finish without getting herself off. Luke quietly shut the door behind him so no one in the hallway would see or hear her, neither boy removing their gaze from her body as blood rushed to their cocks.

“Do we stop her?” Luke whispered palming at himself slightly.

“Why not see if she needs any help,” Michael muttered back doing the same as Luke, their eyes raking over her body as she squirmed under her own touch desperately wishing it was their touch making her crazy. They made their way to the bed quietly, Luke’s hand covering her mouth as Michael grabbed at her hands, y/n screaming into Luke’s hand until she caught sight of both boys, a deep blush creeping onto her face. “It’s alright, sweetheart. We’re here to help.” Luke hummed in agreement climbing onto the bed kneeling by her head.

“When’s the last time someone gave you an orgasm baby?” Luke questioned caressing her face as Michael ran his hands along the inside of her spread thighs, a whimper escaping her lips as her eyes fluttered closed.

“I don’t remember,” she muttered not sure if this was a dream, but at this point she didn’t care. It had been too long since she got off on something that wasn’t her fingers. Her eyes snapped open at the feeling of something wet running between her folds, a loud moan leaving her lips at the sight of Michael between her legs, Luke chuckling as he kicked off his shoes, y/n’s eyes snapping to him watching him touch himself through his jeans. “Luke,” she breathed out, the blonde’s eyes snapping towards hers as she let out another desperate whine before making grabby hands at his pants. He shuffled closer to her as Michael made himself comfortable in front of her of her dripping core taking his time to clean up the arousal with his tongue. Y/n unbuttoned his pants, reaching into his boxers pulling out his hard on pumping it in her hands, a soft moan leaving his lips as he watched her. She slowly slipped his length in her mouth teasing him, the warmth from her mouth causing him to screw his eyes shut in an attempt to hold himself from a release so quickly.

“Holding up there, Hemmings?” Michael teased chuckling before going back to his mid afternoon snack, y/n moaning around Luke’s cock, Luke shooting his friend a quick look before closing his eyes again throwing his head back in pleasure as she sucked harshly at the tip.

“Fuck, y/n,” he moaned, her moans becoming more needy as her body started to thrash from pleasure, Michael grabbing her hips holding her in place continuing to get her off with just his tongue. Her legs started to shake on either side of his head, Michael humming in content on being able to get the girl off, her arousal falling on his tongue that was still inside of her lapping up her cum, humming once again at how sweet she tasted. He let go of her legs moving away from her as she flipped over onto her stomach to show a bit more attention to her best friend who’s dick was currently down her throat.

“Look at you, y/n just accepting a threesome like the dirty girl you are. I always knew you were kinky,” Michael said pulling off his hat and cutoff, stripping off his jeans and boxers as well leaving him bare as he fished for a condom in his wallet. “Or are you just that desperate and greedy that you want both cocks?” He ran his fingers through her folds causing her to moan again, fighting with Luke’s hands to remove him from her mouth to look at Michael for a moment, jacking off Luke’s length as she bit her bottom lip. Luke tugged on her hair bringing her attention back to him as Michael entered her slowly, not waiting for her to get used to him once they were skin to skin, snapping his hips quickly causing a throaty moan to escape her, Luke pressing her face as close as she would go so her nose was against his happy trail, the feeling of her throat contracting around him as she choked made his legs shake.

Of course, just as he wanted to shoot his cum down her throat, his phone started ringing the familiar ringtone that belonged to Calum, Luke knowing he couldn’t ignore it answered the phone with a small squeak for a ‘hello’, Michael laughing at how pathetic he sounded.

“You alright mate? Where are you three?” Calum asked, Michael pounding into y/n as she was practically screaming around Luke’s dick, skin slapping together filling the walls of the hotel room, Michael’s fingers digging into her hips leaving bruises.

“We…the hotel,” Luke said trying his best to sound normal, but it was hard when he was getting probably some of the best head of his life.

“You’re still at the hotel? What the fuck?” Luke’s eyes shut as he held it together trying to think of something else that didn’t have to do with the fact she was now playing with his balls, on top of choking on his dick. But, when he felt her teeth lightly graze the skin on his cock before she started to just suck at the tip, that was when he lost it letting out a low moan, pulling at her hair as he came in her mouth, the line going silent as he blushed embarrassed, y/n swallowing it all, licking the tip clean before licking at her own lips, a smirk on her face as she watched him.

“What…the fuck…was that…are you having fucking sex? Where the fuck’s Michael?” Calum’s questions came spewing out as Luke watched y/n’s eyes roll back into her head, eyes moving down watching Michael pound into her causing the blood to rush to his dick once again.

“I’ll call you back, Cal,” he muttered into the phone before hanging up. Michael thrusted into her one finally time, letting go of her hips as he thrusted into her, y/n collapsing onto the bed, her arms being too weak to hold her up any longer as Michael took off the condom, rubbing at his still prominent erection as she whimpered, being so close to her second orgasm only to have it taken away from her. “Flip over, sweetheart.” She did as she was told, rolling onto her back looking at Luke, only to have Michael grab her arms, pulling her to the edge of her bed so her head was hanging off as Luke entered her pussy, Michael taking her mouth this time. She gripped onto the duvet beneath them to keep her from falling, Luke’s arms gripping her legs holding them closed and over a shoulder as he thrusted into her roughly, the new angle making her seem extremely tight, both of them moaning loudly as Michael fucked her mouth carefully not wanting to choke her too bad, knowing the position wasn’t the most comfortable.

“Fuck, you’re good with your mouth,” Michael moaned as she started to suck harshly before letting him slide down her throat slowly until he was fully in her mouth, a low groan leaving him. “Fucking hell, y/n,” he muttered releasing down her throat, y/n humming at the feeling of his cum sliding down her throat as he pulled out, y/n letting out desperate moans as Luke continued to fuck her, switching positions again to be able to kiss at her neck, her hands getting tangled in his hair as Michael chuckled shaking his head watching them as he put his clothes back on.

“L-luke…I,” she started, being cut off by his lips on hers, a hand between them rubbing at her clit as she reached her second orgasm, the feeling of clenching around him being enough for him to reach his second orgasm, releasing inside of her, lips still locked as their tongues fought for dominance, Luke’s movements halting, holding her tight to him before pulling back slightly, the two looking at each other, lip between Luke’s teeth as he tried to catch his breath.

“I-,” he started being cut off by a pounding on the door, all three heads turning to the door quickly.

“You three are un fucking believable!” Ashton yelled, Calum agreeing with him as they all laughed.

“Nice fucking job, Luke. You got us caught.”

CS FF: Casual Fridays

A/N: For @lifeinahole27, who long ago left me the prompt of ‘Captain Swan - casual Friday.’ Thanks go to @lenfaz for reading this over.

Summary: It was supposed to be just another one-night stand, but somehow she got carried away with this one.

Words: 4000 | Rating: M | ao3

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Emma was pretty sure that if she wanted to take the time, she could write a really useful guide on what not to do when looking for a potential one night stand. Forget warnings like not being too drunk, not forgetting to pack a condom, and texting a friend to let them know where you are, these seemed like a given. There was plenty of more useful advice that could be shared.

For instance, don’t go for the guy at the bar with too much hair gel. It will end up with him getting all too handsy before you’ve even left the bar, and you’ll be lucky if he’s ever taken the time to figure out where a woman’s clit is given how long he’s spent getting his hair like that. Or don’t pick up the bartender of your local bar, unless you have no plans to return. Ever. Or avoid the guy in the corner of the coffee shop with the ponytail, he’s definitely going to recite some sort of poetry in your ear while trying to get you off and it is just going to kill it for you.

Or, much like the bartender scenario, don’t fuck your neighbor. No matter how hot or enticingly accented he may be, if your entire goal is an orgasm (or two, if you were lucky) and to never see the guy again, fucking your neighbor is counterproductive.

Emma was pretty sure this point couldn’t be high enough on said guide.

(Even if said neighbor delivered three.)

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Tease

Prompt: Being Stefan’s friend and when you come around you always tease Damon, until one day he has enough and decides to fuck it out of you.

Pairing: Damon x Reader

Warning:  Smut, sex, fingering, oral sex, spanking, submissive talk

Word count: 1,306

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