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Be A Good Girl - Smut

Originally posted by hothothotgg

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 4,294
AN: PURE FILTH. I apologize in advance. Thanks to @writing-obrien and @celestial-writing for their input and Chloe for worrying that I was killing the poor reader here. Trust me, she can handle it lmao.

To say that Stiles was a bit of an exhibitionist was an understatement. He liked to fuck you wherever and whenever he wanted, and he got off on the fact that you could be caught at any moment. It had surprised you at first, the normally sarcastic and awkward boy hadn’t struck you as the type, but he was kinky as fuck, and good at what he did. He could leave you a writhing, panting mess with just his words, and his mouth and tongue were more than you could handle sometimes. His fingers were a godsend, and he knew how to get you off quicker than you could do it yourself. On top of his insatiable daddy kink, things with him were never boring.

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BTS reaction to them dirty talking to you

Anon said: Can you do a got7 or bts scenario of them dirty talking to their girlfriend?

- I am so sorry if this is so fucking bad. But ANYWAY I hope you enjoy ^^


His hand would go teasingly up and down your thigh, you would start to breathe heavy a bit. 

“Baby, I want you… On top of me so fucking bad” gets closer to your ear, you feel his warm breath against your neck. 
“I wanna grab you by your hips, to make you faster, make you scream and moan my name” kisses lightly your neck

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


As he was on his way home. FInally gets to see you after a while. Both of you knew what will go down soon as he walks through taht door. 

“I can’t wait to come home. Strip you naked, throw you on the bed and fuck you until you leave scratches on my back, and the sheets are soaking wet.”
“Oh and btw my tongue can do a better job of teasing you than my words can ;)”
“See you later baby” 

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo


Your whole family was home, having a gathering party. You walked upstairs to the bathroom, not knowing Taehyung followed you and he pushes you slightly, closing the door. Pushing you against the door. 
His hand slides down your skirt, and lifts it up touching you. 

“You better be fucking quiet, because your parents are near by babygirl.” 

Taking off your panties, he unbuckles his belt and slides his pants, boxers all together and lifts you off the ground. 
You want it slowly or harder, huh babygirl?” he smirks 
“Be quiet or they will all hear you moan my name” kisses your neck as he pounds into you

Originally posted by gwiyongie


He would start to kiss neck, collarbone, suck on your boobs, kiss down your body. 
You are already moaning, and he can feel your heat. He smirks and kisses your thighs. He’ll start eating your out, you hand reached down on his hair and you tugged on it, he loved making you feel good. He slides two fingers inside of you and continues to eat you out.
He moves away and looks up at you.

“How bad you want it baby? Tell how bad?”
he’ll tease 

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

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Phil fucking Dan from behind, holding a belt around his throat to keep him in place. Dan’s been on edge for so long he’s boneless, settling his weight entirely on his spread knees and the leather around his neck, relaxing into it even as his breath comes shorter and shorter with each thrust from Phil.

Eventually Dan sinks his teeth into his lip, the sting providing some sort of sharp sensation to focus on, or else he feels like he’ll drift away like an untethered balloon. Phil’s cock is hot and hard and filling him up just right and so, so good and Dan’s vision is crackling at the edges, his head swimming from the intoxicating mixture of too good and not enough. He doesn’t realize he’s bitten through his lip until he tastes copper on his tongue and moans with it. Phil’s answering growl is loud in his ears, reverberating through his chest and making his insides twist deliciously.

Phil slides the belt up from his neck, ignoring Dan’s whine of protest, instead settling it between his teeth.

“Stupid whores don’t bleed until their masters tell them to,” Phil bites, and Dan’s head spins even farther out of orbit from that one sentence alone. He cums all across his own chest and the bedspread, his lips stretched around bloodied leather and a silent scream as he feels Phil release inside of him moments later.

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Who do you think you are?

Originally posted by storycrackimagines

A/N: This was requested by anonymous! I hope you enjoy!

Request: “Please do an imagine where Y/N is dating Archie and at Jugheads Party when they’re playing sins and secrets after they say about Archie and Ms.Grundy the reader tries to defend him but then Chucks says something like “Daddy Issues here has a secret of her own” and when Archie asks what he’s talking about Chuck says he saw Y/N and FP getting pretty steaming in his car in front of Pops and when everyone leaves Archie and Y/N get in a fight. Smut please where he marks Y/N up to prove she’s his 💖

Warnings: smut, swearing, violence, marking, dom!Archie, sub!(Y/N), spanking, blowjob, daddy kink, marking, teasing and PORN GIFS.


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Brat Taming (M) - Pt 2

Genre; S M U T 

Length; 1,100+ words

Kink(s); sexual torture, impact play, Daddy kink, orgasm denial 

Originally posted by forever-young-got7

The moment he stepped into the room, he practically tossed you down onto the floor beneath him, 
“Aish-” He snarled, while hastily undoing his belt. “I swear to god, little girl..” Sliding the leather belt free from his jeans as he glared down at you; shaking his head. 

You knew damn well how much trouble you were in, you could tell just by the look in his eyes that he was about to teach you a little lesson you wouldn’t be able to forget- but.. it was just so fun being a brat. 
“What’s wrong, Daddy?” You feigned your innocent as you peered up at him through your lashes, softly batting them as you playfully tilted your head from side to side. 

Namjoon didn’t take too well to your little act, it was as if this pure darkness shadowed over him as he bent down and roughly took your lower jaw into his hand; his fingertips pressed into your cheeks while looking deeply into your eyes. “Why must you act like such a fucking little brat?” He asked in a low, animalistic growl. 

“I- I..” You stuttered, staring up at him with your puppy dog eyes the moment you seemed to quickly lose the confidence you had previously. 

“I- I, what, huh princess?” He viciously mocked, tightening his grip on your jaw as he brushed the cool leather across your thigh. “You wanna act like a big girl right? Then fucking answer me like one.” 

“I- I don’t know..” You meekly replied, your lower lip poked out in a subtle pout as tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. God were you in for it
“I’m sorry Daddy- I’m sorry..” 

Your little apology did nothing to help you out of the grave you dug yourself. 
He simply just roughly shoved you back onto the floor, finally releasing his harsh grip on you. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he forced you onto all fours; leading you over to the bed. 
“I-” He growled once more as he urged you to stand, “Do not-” Pushing you over the the edge of the bed, releasing his grip on your hair as he held your upper back down onto the mattress- pinning you into place. “Fucking tolerate bad behavior, little girl.” He brutishly snarled as he quickly pushed up your skirt- shoving your panties down your thighs. 


The leather belt sharply licked your bum, drawing out your loud pained yelps. “Da-” You whimpered as you tried to wriggle out of his grasp. 

Namjoon only shoved you further into the mattress, “Keep still or else this will only get worse for you, little girl.” He lowly bellowed, landing more cruel blows across your reddened flesh. 


Your pain filled cries seemed to echo throughout the entire room, the tears that gathered in the corners of your eyes earlier; streaming down your cheeks, taking your mascara with it. Nothing but airy, shaky whines escaped your lips as you rode out the stinging pain of each impact. 

Looking over at you, he caught sight of your smeared makeup and flushed cheeks as you stayed as still as possible. 
A pleased smirk sprawled across his face as he landed another harsh blow on your bum. 


He watched as the tears flowed down your cheeks, licking his lips he could feel his hardening member pressing against the material of his jeans. “God you look so fucking-” He growled, cruelly spanking your abused flesh once more forcing out your tears. 


“-pretty when you cry for me..” He seductively snarled, dropping the belt onto the floor then roughly massaging your slowly bruising bum; earning your soft, muffled whimpers as you buried your face into the blankets. 

Soon after, he was behind you; knelt down as he gently examined the forming welts that scattered your bum. Running his fingertips across the reddened, sensitive areas, “Ahh~” You airily whined while attempting to escape his touch. 

“Is it ouchies, princess?” He softly asked, biting his lower lip as his eyes zeroed in on your dripping cunt. 

“Uh huh..” You shakily replied, nodding as you tightening grasped the sheets. 

“Not uh..” Shaking his head, clicking his tongue - tsk tsk-, “Use your words, little girl. Daddy can’t understand you if you don’t.”  

Sniffling, you nodded once more. “Yes, Daddy-” You whimpered, your lower lip quivered as he slightly dug his fingertips into the sore bruising marks. “Ahh.. It’s very ouchies..” 

A calm chuckle flowed out of him as he suddenly and quite ruthlessly land a stinging open hand smack on your aching flesh, drawing out a loud airy cry. “That’s why you shouldn’t act like such a fucking-” He lowly grumbled while lightly tracing his fingers up and down your drenched slit. 

Your shaky whimpers and silky moans mixed as he teased your wanting core. “Oh my god.. Daddy..” You faintly cooed, pushing yourself back meeting each little stroke he made. “Fuck me Daddy- please..” 

Namjoon bit down on his pillow-y lip as he listened to your sweet pleas, “You want Daddy so badly don’t you, babygirl?” He asked in a velvety growl while diving two of his slender fingers inside you, automatically curling them perfectly- hitting your most sensitive spot as he tenderly pumped his digits in and out of you. 

Frantically nodding, you licked your lips as your lips parted; your heavenly moans flowed out of you as you relaxed under his touch. 
“Holy shit- Yes, Daddy..” You whined as you met each pump, “I want you so, so badly..” 

“I can tell.” He teased, roughly gripping your tender flesh as he quickened his pace. “You’re so fucking wet babygirl..” He chuckled as turned his fingers inside of you, “Who makes you feel this good, huh little girl?” 

Your mouth hung open as you continuous moaned, melting under his expert touch. “You do Daddy!” You cried out, tightening the grip you had on the bed sheets. 

“Who do you fucking belong to?” He asked in this predatory snarl, quickening his speed once more. “Scream my name babygirl- I want the others to know who fucking owns you.” 

“You do Namjoon!” You loudly whined, arching your back further as he pounded into with his skillful fingers, “You own me Daddy, only you!~” 

He could feel your silky walls clench around his digits as you came closer and closer to reaching your climax, “Do you wanna cum princess?” He purred while running his blunt fingernails along your arched spine. 

“Yes, Daddy~” You mewled as pure ecstasy overflowed your wanting body. Your walls clenched around him, your climax inching closer each passing second. “I wanna cum so fucking badly..” 

Tsk Tsk- clicking his tongue once more, shaking his tongue as he slowly retracted his fingers from your yearning cunt, “Too bad..” He scoffed, licking fingers clean from your sweet essence; grinning widely as he listened to your soft cries in protest.
Groping your hyper sensitive bum and thighs, he leaned forward; his plush lips right beside your ear as he remorselessly whispered, “It wouldn’t be a punishment if I let you cum- now would it, princess?” 

To Be Continued- Maybe~

anonymous asked:

"'Never Have I Ever' is about to get a lot more interesting" in a sleepover with Nino, Alya, Adrien and Marinette Plsss ❤❤ I LOVE how you write^^

Never Have I Ever is about to get a lot more interesting,” Nino said, watching Alya strip off a sock.

“Oh yeah,” Alya mocked, “please try not to get too turned on by my bare foot.”

“No promises,” Nino grinned.

“I thought you were supposed to play this game by holding up your fingers and the person with the most fingers up at the end wins,” Adrien grumbled, hunching his bare shoulders. 

“Well, we’re playing the version where you strip off an article of clothing for each thing you’ve done,” Alya said.

“I feel like I’ve been unnecessarily picked on though.” Adrien looked longingly at his pile of stripped clothes. “I’m down to only, like, two more things and it isn’t my fault I’m the only model with blonde hair and green eyes who has ridden in a private jet.”

“Stop being a sore loser, dude,” Nino grinned. “Alya, I believe it’s your turn.”

“Never have I ever,” Alya paused to look around the group, eyes assessing. She locked in on Marinette, who seemed to be trying to make herself as small as possible on the other side of Adrien’s piled clothes. “Sewn a single stitch,” she smirked.

Marinette’s head shot up in betrayal.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Adrien muttered, sliding his belt through the loops and throwing it on the pile.

“We’re waiting, Marinette,” Alya goaded.

“Fine,” she sniffed, standing up and stealing a glance at Adrien, her cheeks turning pink. She deliberated for a moment before sliding her skirt down to the floor and quickly sitting back down.

“Interesting choice, Miss Dupain-Cheng.”

Marinette chose to ignore her now ex-best friend and looked around the room. “Never have I ever…made out in a cage at the zoo.”

Nino barked in laughter, pulling his shirt over his head. Alya muttered something about things said in confidence and yanked off her other sock.

Adrien nodded to her smugly.

“I’ll take this one,” Nino said. “Never have I ever worn any Ladybug or Chat Noir merchandise.”

“Low,” Alya muttered, wiggling out of her jeans. “You got me that shirt.”

“You got cocky, Agreste,” Adrien mumbled to himself, “that was your downfall.” He stood up and unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down his legs. He tossed the pants on the pile in frustration and sat back down in his black boxer briefs with his hands shielding his lap.

“Is someone trying to pretend like she doesn’t wear her Chat Noir jammies to bed?” Alya teased.

“Of course not,” Marinette said, pulling her shirt over her head and glaring at Alya. Alya tilted her head and Marinette followed it to see Adrien. His eyes were wide as he watched her, cheeks turning a dark red. Marinette squeaked and dropped back to the floor in her red bra and panty set.

Alya and Nino exchanged a look. “Wellllll, I think I’m going to go grab something to drink. Join me, Alya?”

“Sure.” She stood and met Nino by the door. “But first…” Alya swooped down and grabbed the pile of clothes in her arms. “Go! Go! Go!” She and Nino fell through the door, laughing and pulling it shut behind them.

Marinette and Adrien stared at the closed door with wide eyes. “I’m going to murder her,” Marinette whispered.

“So…uh…Chat Noir pajamas, huh?” Adrien swallowed thickly.

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Friendly Competition (M)

A JackJoon Drabble 

Originally posted by saranghajii

Being a little tease was your thing- you loved making others want you until that was all they could think about. 
But, unfortunately for you- doing the same to these two, would remind you why it’s not nice to be a little tease. 

The moment you entered their shared apartment, the aura felt off- you couldn’t explain it but you could feel that familiar tightness in your tummy you got when something was about to go down. 
As you walked into the living room, both men were sitting there; patiently waiting for you. 

“Yah..” You timidly spoke out as you glanced around the the dimly lit room, “Why is it so dark in here?” 

Jackson slowly stood from his spot next to Namjoon, making his way over to you. “Why are you so nervous, y/n?” He smoothly chuckled, circling you.
All you could do was anxiously gulp, it was as if he could read your mind. 
“Don’t worry baby..” He purred, as his fingertips lightly grazed your lower back. “Just trust us okay?” 

Nodding your head, you pressed your lips together as you felt the electricity in your core practically shoot through your entire body, “What’s going on?..” You still continued to question. “I- I..” You stuttered as Namjoon rose from his seat, calmly strutting over to the two of you. 

“Well y/n..” He began, his voice was calm and smooth- yet the stern undertone he had shook your core, “Jungkookie and Yugyeom told us about your behavior.” Stepping into your personal space, he brought his hand up to your face, “I- Well..” He purred as he glanced over to Jackson, his fingers touched your cheek ever so slightly. “We decided to teach you a lesson..” 

You could hear Jackson slowly undoing his belt, sliding it free from the loops of his jeans, “We’re gonna have a lot of fun.” He delicately wrapped his belt around your throat like a makeshift collar and leash. “Joonie and I decided to turn this into a friendly little competition.” 

Namjoon softly giggled as the two men practically began sandwiching you in between them while Jackson tightly held the makeshift leash in his hand, tightening it around your throat. 
“Wh- What do you mean?” You replied, biting you lower lip as you peered up at Namjoon- feeling Jackson press his muscular body against you. 

Leaning down, his lips right beside your ear- Namjoon whispered, “We’re going to tease you the way you tease everyone else, y/n..” 

Jackson’s plush lips gently pressed against the crook of your neck, “And while we do that- we just want to see who can affect you the most..” Softly nipping at your neck and shoulder, a soft airy whine flowed out of you, “Hmm, Joonie I think I might win already. “ He smugly chuckled. 

Shaking his head, his plump lips curled up in a mischievous smile as he took your hand into his- leading the two of you over to the couch. You were still basically trapped between them as the three of you took your seats. 
Namjoon’s hand suddenly ghosted over your breasts, his fingertips only touched them ever so slightly. Pressing his lips against your jaw, licking a broad strip across your jawline; he lowly growled, “I bet you’re already soaking wet, babygirl..” 


Hearing him call you the sweet pet name made you melt into him completely, “Uh huh..” You sweetly whined, rubbing your thighs together. 

“Not uh, little one..” Jackson suddenly replied, shaking his head as he trailed his hand up and down your thighs- making sure not to touch you were he knew you needed it the most. “Use your words..” He purred as you parted your legs slightly, “Tell us how much you want us already, princess..” 

“I want you both..” You whimpered, biting your lip as Namjoon’s fingertips lightly circled your clothed nipples, “I want you both so fucking badly..”  

“Good girl.” Namjoon hummed against your neck, roughly nipping at it- earning a loud whine out of you. His hands hooked around the bottom hem of your shirt, quickly pulling it up and off you in seconds; exposing the pretty lace bralette that hugged your supple breasts. 

Both men groan the site, “You’re so gorgeous y/n..” Jackson murmured while eagerly tugging on the waistband of your leggings. “Let’s get these off you, little one..” Kneeling down, he slowly pulled them down your voluptuous thighs, groaning at the site of the matching panties perfectly hugging your hips as he flung the light material off to the side. 
“Do you want me to touch you babygirl?” 

“Uh huh-” You quickly whimpered in reply, frantically nodding. “Please touch me- please..” 

Smiles formed on both their faces as they listened to your needy little pleas.
Namjoon took control of the makeshift leash, yanking you closer to him as Jackson parted your legs further. “You’re such a needy little slut, aren’t you princess?” He deeply growled while watching his hyung’s fingers loom over your clothed slit. 

“Yes, Sir..” You meekly replied, licking your lips as your body anticipated his touch. 

The moment Jackson’s fingers finally placed themselves on your soaked heat, a loud wanting moan flowed out of you,

J; “Fuck, y/n.. You’re already so wet for us..” 

N; “We’re gonna fuck you so good babygirl- gimme your hand..” 
“Look how hard I am because of you.” 

Bound I

A/N: “Can you do one where you find out you can talk to someone through your head and it turns out to be Harry?“ THIS WAS SUPER FUN! let me know if you guys want me to continue. Enjoy!

 It’s not typical for Y/n to bring guys home after a night out…that’s not her style. She’s old-fashioned and prefers to exchange numbers with a lad, maybe go on an actual date before she gives him a taste. But that’s most nights.

   Tonight, she’s internally vowing to never drink again as she lets the hands of this stranger explore her figure, his lips leaving kisses on any area of exposed skin. Her hands leave his soft, blonde locks to reach down and find her keys. As fun as this is, she could definitely do without the feeling of her back being pressed up against her cold door. Her hearts racing at the excitement of it all but in the back of her mind lies a bit of guilt. He’s not even her type; she hopes he isn’t getting the wrong impression.

   Once inside, he pushes the door shut for her. They kick off their shoes and stumble their way into the cozy living room of her loft. They finally come up for air after what seemed like the world’s longest make out session. She uses this time to pull her tight dress down, kicking it out of the way. The fellow, whose name she can’t remember, finishes unbuttoning his shirt before he drops it behind him. 

Hey sits down on the couch and not too long after, Y/n straddles him, grinding down on his bulge. She can feel herself getting wetter with every rotation of her hips.

Meanwhile, a few miles away…

“Another shot!” Harry hears. He sighs but can’t hide the smirk that creeps on his face as he picks up his second shot of the night. He takes it fast “God, that never get easier” he coughs. His friends pat him on the back, being proper dicks about one measly shot.

“Atta boy, Styles!” 

  What they don’t know is, he slyly told the bartender to fill his glasses with club soda. Yes, he was lying to his friends but he didn’t feel like hearing their whines about him being “No fun!”. He’s having a good time, he really is but he’d just rather be at home right now. He doesn’t really like going out so often, he always seems to find himself mentally exhausted and annoyed with the atmosphere. 

“I’m gonna head out” He tells his friends, they try to convince him to stay and have just one more shot and as much as he would like to keep tricking them into thinking he was actually getting hammered, he just wants to get home. “Guys really I’m just-”

His thoughts are interrupted.

He hears what sounds to be a woman moaning which normally wouldn’t surprise him in this setting. People tend to do nasty shit in clubs like this but it sounded so close; almost like he had headphones on. He brushes it off until it happens again. He knows he probably looks insane, touching his ears and looking around like a crazy person.

“Ahh…I’m so wet” The voice whimpers. He can feel himself getting harder by the second. It’s times like these he wishes he wasn’t so easy to excite. He could literally just overhear someone talk about breasts and before he knows it, he’s stiff down there.

His eyebrows furrow and he quickly covers his erection, obviously not wanting anyone to see. He bids his friends goodbye before rushing out of the club and to his car which isn’t too far from the building. He’s thanking his lucky stars for the parking spot he chose. Harry gets in and rests his head on the steering wheel, trying to will this boner away. He’s still utterly confused but his main mission at the moment is to relax enough to drive home. He can deal with it there. 

Then, as clear as day, he hears the moans again. He whips his head around to the backseat of his car because it sounded that close. There’s nobody there. It doesn’t stop, and it certainly isn’t helping his raging hard-on, which he can now feel leaking in his trousers. “mmm” it continues “Fuck”

At Y/n’s

“Fuck” she moans, her nameless friend ruts his covered member up as she grinds down harder on him. She soaking now and just wants to feel him inside her already. She unbuckles his belt and slides off of him so that she’s lying her back upon the couch.

Back to Harry

He sits there, scared but also frustrated. He convinces himself that he’s hearing voices because he’s so horny…or maybe the bartender slipped him some actual alcohol. He fumbles with his belt, looking around the dark lot to make sure there aren’t any bystanders that could potentially witness him at his absolute worst. 

He finally frees his cock, it springs up and smudges a little pre-cum on his black button down. It’s real now…the fact that he actually just got hard for no reason. “Why the fuck is this happening” he groans. 


“Why the fuck is this happening?” She hears. She pushes her hands against the man’s chest so she can look him in the eyes. “What do you mean?” She giggles. 

“What are you talking about?” He replies before lining his head up with her slit. “You just asked why this was happening”. The look on his face tells her that he has no idea what she’s talking about. She laughs it off, saying that she probably heard her neighbors or something. 

He pushes in, filling her up with one stroke. Her eyes close at the sensation and she forgets all about what she was just concerned about. Her nails rake his back and she arches into him, shifting the angle slightly.

“Yes! Right there”

In Harry’s Car

“Yes right there” 

Harry is going mad at this point, labored breathing and flushed skin. His eyes are shut tight, jaw locked, he’s as red as a tomato and he doesn’t know how much more of this he can take. He’s successfully fighting the urge to just scream out until he hears another purr.

“Deeper” She sighs. Its the last straw for him. Harry bangs his balled up fist against the wheel 

“STOP! SHUT UP!” He roars. Only then, does the silence win. He listens for it…nothing. Its gone. He clears his throat and finally looks up and out of his car window. Standing there is a group of friends who seem to be walking into the club. They’re staring at him like he has three heads and he may as well. To Harry, that would be more manageable than hearing voices in his fucking head.


“STOP! SHUT UP!” She jumps and accidentally knocks her forehead into the one right above hers. “Ow fuck!” He sits up and rubs the afflicted area. 

“Well, that’s what you get! Why would you yell at me like that?!” She asks as she stands up and wraps herself in the small blanket that was folded over the arm of the couch. “What the fuck are you-…you’re crazy” He muttered. He pulls his clothes back on, not caring to button up his shirt. Y/n doesn’t respond, she just stands there and waits for him to collect his things. She knows she isn’t losing her mind, it couldn’t have been the neighbors. It was so close, she can literally still feel her ears ringing. Maybe its best if he does leave.

“All I wanted was a fuck and I got stuck with a fucking psycho” He chuckled. He slams the door behind himself.


He’s almost to his flat now; the car ride is silent, he doesn’t feel like hearing anything right now. Anything. He’s just glad that whatever that was, stopped and that his hard on is at a mild throb now. He can just tug one out in the shower tonight.

Then the unthinkable happens. He hears her again. This time, it sounds like she is…talking instead of moaning. He pulls into the nearest gas station to get a better listen. He might as well ease drop if its going to keep happening. 

Y/n’s Loft

Y/n decided to call her best friend, Elena and tell her about what the fuck just happened. She wants to get a second opinion and make sure she isn’t actually crazy.

“So…I swear, at first I heard him ask why it was happening and he acted like he didn’t say anything”

“Wow what the fuck? Did it sound like him?” her friend pressed. “I mean.. not really but it just sounded like it was right there.” Y/n started. “I’m not gonna lie, it sounded a little rougher than his voice. I think that’s part of the reason I freaked out, it kind of turned me off” She joked, Elena laughed along with her


Harry’s eyes had widened. He’s pretty sure that whoever he’s hearing is talking about him. So they could hear him too? He still doesn’t understand any of this but he feels slightly relieved knowing he isn’t completely alone.

“I think that’s part of the reason I freaked out, it kind of turned me off”

“Hey!” he whines before quickly covering his mouth. He hadn’t meant to say anything, it just came out. What she said kind of offended him, seeing as girls often tell him his voice is sexy and sensual.


“Hey!” She heard. It was the voice again. She looked around her living room, her first thought being that someone had to be in her house. And of course she’s still standing in only a blanket, so if there is some robber in her home, he’ll probably try to take advantage of her. She told Elena she would have to call her back, she was too distracted to really hear what she was saying anyway. Maybe it was stupid to get off of the phone at a time like this but she just needed to think clearly and listen for the voice again.

“Hello?” she whispered

“….uhm…hello?” she heard. She screamed and ran for the door, still in only a blanket. She stopped when she heard the voice scream as well, sounding just as scared.

“Jesus! Fuck stop screaming you scared the shit out of me!” she heard. Only now does she realize that the voice is coming from within; she just ran across the loft and its still right in her ear.


“I scared you?! Who ar- what is this?!” She spits out. Harry runs a hand through his hair, putting his cell phone up to his ear to hide the fact that he’s talking to himself just in case anyone decides to look at him.

“I don’t know. I really don’t but I’m just glad I’m not the only one” he sighed. “Or maybe I am and this is just a delusion” He chuckles, everything is so fucked up but he’s always been the type to find the humor in serious situations.

“Ok” Y/n starts. “Let’s just…let’s figure this out together”

Be My Serpent {Reader Insert}

Imagine: Finishing a five year college degree is exhausting. Moving into a new town is daunting. Isn’t it good that the local gang leader is happy to lend a hand.

Summary: With no plans for her future, {Y/N} moves to Riverdale in hopes of figuring things out. Alas, the ideas cut short, and so every night she finds herself trudging into the local bar. A couple of weeks go by, and tension rises between herself and a rather attractive older man. One day, she caves, and he gets what he wanted the first day she rolled into town.

Warnings: F/M Smut, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids), Reader is about 23 (no underage activities of any kind)

Request?: Yes! First one too! Anonymous asked for an FPxReader, where she doesn’t really know what to do after college and so moves to Riverdale. As requested, I’ve made it smutty (apologies if it’s crappy, first smut text piece ever). Hope it’s up to your standards, little nonny.

Word Count: 2379

Tag list: Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in any/particular posts.

Disclaimer: I do not own the gif, credit to the user that made it. The Riverdale characters are not mine, credit to the writers and producers. If you do not like smut, do not read this piece. Let’s say there’s a slight alteration in the plotline of Riverdale, where FP is divorced and so this is not morally wrong whatsoever.

A/N: Sooooooo, my first smut piece. I’m quite happy with this, tbh. But of course, do let me know what you think! I’m always open to criticism, it is the only way I can improve and write what you want to read, after all! And my ask box is always open to new inspirations. Enjoy, my little bookworms 🖤 

Originally posted by riverdalebish

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Helpless (M)

Originally posted by sugutie

Jimin x Reader

Plot: He won’t stop until you learn your lesson. // Dom!Jimin.
Warnings: Sexual content, M18 - It’s basically just porn
Words count: ~2000 words

I’ve tried my best to edit, but if it happens that you’ve found any mistakes I apologize~

Jimin’s jaw was clenching, the little bone popped out below his cheek for a second as he stood there and threw a glare at you. His phone was still gripped tight between his tensed fingers and it looked like he could easily crumble the device. Your scared nerves jerked up when he tossed that behind, let it thump on your black leather couch.

“Why did you do that?”, he grunted in his heated breath. You found yourself trembling, for you had never seen him like this before.

You knew that it wasn’t your fault but the guilt still built up to your neck. If you had known that you were filmed while being drunken asleep, on your sober work buddy’s shoulder, then you wouldn’t have drunk at all. If you knew he would be as nasty as massaging your breasts, while your brain was numb and you thought you had dreamt, you wouldn’t even have been sitting there and begged for more. The party last night with your work friends was a disaster that only humiliated you for being the most lustful person in the office and you already sensed being teased for your whining nature. Now you’d made your boyfriend pissed. You had no idea how to apologize to him.

“Jimin, I didn’t do anything,” you tried to reason. “I was drunk.”

He seemed not to be moved by your argument, the way his sulky expression, his dropped lids, still were freezing like a picture. He looked like thinking about something when his eyebrows pulled to clench. You were about to take a breath and please for an apology, but he suddenly busted out his uproarious sigh and marched away from you - direction upstairs. You felt your heart being torn with each of his steps.

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i really like the concept of an ice fighter in overwatch , and thought id give a shot at making one in tf2 ! i havent played overwatch, so uh, i dont exactly have a grasp on what kind of character mei is/ any attacks.

but heres the cryo ! (thats the best name ive got rn, trying to play off of ‘pyro’).

he was an accomplice to medic (hence the similar outfit), and he used to work with him as a sort of mentor, except he actually has a medical license ahahh. at one point the two had conflicting motives to use the australium for. medic wanted to use it to help people, but cryo wanted to harness the power as a weapon, as he found he could use it with liquid nitrogen (*shakes hands mysteriously* cause u know, tf2 universe). this led to them breaking off and continuing their projects alone. the two were hired by mann co, medic first, then they soon learned about cryo through medics records.

he got in an accident when experimenting with the gun and froze his right arm off (definitely not an excuse to give an oc cybernetics.,., cause cybernetics are cool) he reloads his gun with the cell packs on his belt, they slide out and refill through the tubes connected to the liquid nitrogen storage tank on his back. (i’m definitely gonna fix this to actually be accurate,,, and i also havent figured out his attacks yet . may need help with that if anyone has suggestions !!) im still figuring out his design, but im very happy with the way this came out :>

house arrest (Isaac Lahey one shot)

“Lahey,” you warned as Isaac suctioned his lips around your clitoris, causing you to buck your hips against his face. He had you trapped between him and the kitchen counter, his large hands clamping down onto your quivering thighs as they quaked above his shoulders. You couldn’t help but thrash around as his tongue worked expertly against you, unraveling your defenses.

“They’ll be home any second now,” you hurried, the whine evident in your tone. The pack was out doing research on the Dread Doctors, and Derek had ordered you to stay back at his loft because you were a potential chimera. At first you had been disappointed that you were uselessly confined to house arrest, but when Derek elected Isaac to stay and keep watch, you immediately ceased your griping. 

You and Isaac always shared this bond, a magnetic connection that felt palpable the moment you had met. You were friends for a long time, both too shy to act on your feelings. Eventually, your mutual physical longing superseded your platonic relationship. You suspected the pack already knew, given that you two always reeked of each other after your illicit activities. 

Maybe they were actually oblivious, or maybe they didn’t care. Perhaps it was wrong to keep secrets from the pack, but maybe the reason it was going so well was because it was a secret. Either way, being with Isaac made you feel the happiest you’d ever been, so you decided not to let outside forces taint the only good thing in your life. 

Although currently, your good thing was pushing your luck. After the pack had left, you spent most of the day teasing Isaac, walking around in your underwear and one of his white v-necks, trying to get his attention. It was just so cute the way he insisted that he needed to stay alert in case something happened, which involved him brushing off your seduction attempts. He really was the sweetest boy you’d ever known, with his wide, hopeful eyes, chest puffed out in pride that he’d been assigned to protect you. His valiant restraint floored you, your pores beaming with adoration. 

He was sitting at the kitchen table, reading over the Dread Doctors novel when you came up behind him and kissed him behind the ear, his weak spot. He finally snapped. Isaac had thrown down the novel, lifted you onto the counter, and shoved down your panties. 

You were hoping to sneak in a quickie before the pack returned, but Isaac had something else in mind, taunting you with his torturous pace. Usually, you obliged, happy to prolong his ministrations, but today was not a good day. 

Derek had called about an hour ago and said that they would be home soon and you were in a rather compromising position, what with Isaac’s tongue buried inside you. 

You tugged at his hair, attempting to quell him, but he just reached around you and squeezed your ass roughly, thrusting you into his face.  

“Are you really rushing me?” Isaac grunted against you, the vibrations hitting your core, prompting you to throw your head back. “We have plenty of time.” 

You were about to retort when Isaac snaked an arm under you, inserting a finger inside you, deftly rotating the digit as you failed at stifling a moan. You felt him slip in another finger, his long extremities filling you deliciously. You fisted his curls, trying to absorb more of him, but it wasn’t enough. You needed him now.

“Isaac, come on,” you begged, panting above him. He looked up at you with his cerulean eyes, his interest piquing at your pleading tone. He slowly stood up, a smirk twisting his features. You inwardly groaned at his wet, red face, knowing you were the cause. 

“You’re needy today, aren’t you?” He teased softly as he wove his fingers through your hair, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, his teeth gnashing against yours. You moaned as you tasted yourself in on his tongue, grasping his shoulder with one hand and using the other to unbuckle his belt, sliding your hand into his jeans. 

“I’m the needy one?” you said between kisses, stroking his semi-erect shaft. “You’re the one who went down on me for like 10 hours.” He let out a huff of laughter, redoubling his efforts onto your neck. 

“I can’t help that,” Isaac whispered, grazing your throat with his teeth. His hips bucked into your hand while you continued to pump him. “You just taste so goddamn delicious. If we get caught, it’s definitely on you.” You scoffed at his dirty talk, your blush giving away your desire. 

Too enraptured to reply, you shoved his pants down, using your legs to push them away as you squeezed his ass. This time, he gave in.

He grabbed your hand that was rubbing his cock, turned it over and gently kissed your wrist, then attached his own to his engorged shaft, spreading his precum over it as lubrication. 

Isaac gripped the back of your knees, moving you forward to the edge of the counter. He aligned with your sex, wetting himself by stroking your dripping slit with the head of his cock. 

“Fuck!” you yelped as he entered you in one swift motion, filling you to the hilt.

You gasped audibly at his size, locking your knees around his hips as he paused to let you adjust. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, nodding fervently, signaling him to continue. Isaac moved slowly, and you could feel his considerable length stretch you out. It felt divine. 

You loved his body, the way he towered over you, cradling you, kissing your sweaty forehead. You loved the way he was attentive to your every movement, making you feel special and loved even though he had never said so out loud.

But you didn’t need that. You didn’t need big gestures or declarations. You just needed the way he fit against you, his tall, lanky frame that was taut and soft at the same time. His big, golden heart that always looked out for you and everyone in the pack. 

You smiled against his shoulder, kissing it as you tugged at his hair, informing him that you were close. He palmed your jaw, nudging you to look at him. He loved this, you remembered. He loved looking directly into your eyes as he fucked your wits out, watching as he ruined you. 

You felt a familiar knot at the pit of your stomach as your thighs clenched tighter around him. Isaac placed his forehead against yours as he increased his pace. 

“Come on, [y/n]. I need you to come,” Isaac urged, his movements becoming erratic. You could hear the distinct slap of flesh against flesh as he pounded into you, making you scream out his name. “That’s a good girl. You feel so good, baby. You’re doing so good.” 

He always made sure you came first as his encouraging voice spurred you on, helping you reach your climax. Your face contorted in pleasure as you threw your head back, feeling yourself tighten around Isaac, your walls convulsing against his cock. Your reaction caused him to release as well, going rigid against you as he exhaled a guttural groan, breathing out your name like prayer. 

He kissed you through your orgasm, helping you come down from your high, your body still shaking around him. You felt him go limp inside you before he pulled out, evoking an involuntary whimper from your sensitive state. 

“Are you okay?” Isaac hurriedly inspected your features, brushing your damp hair away from your face. You nodded, laughing airily in disbelief, somehow still surprised that he could be so considerate. 

“You’re such a good boy,” you cooed. His face turned bright pink as he looked down. You pulled him back, tangling his fingers with yours, bringing your lips together. 

You stayed like that for a while, enveloped in his warmth until you heard the front door open and footsteps file in. Reluctantly, you pulled away as you gathered your bearings, watching Isaac hastily pull up his pants. You kissed his cheek before making a beeline for your bedroom, still clad in only his shirt. 

You slammed the door shut and fell on to your bed, burying your face into your pillow. You could feel your heartbeat hammering in your ears, adrenaline coursing through your wrecked body at the thought of almost getting caught. Your legs were still tingling. 

This boy was going to be the death of you. 

A/N: This is the first time I’ve written smut that’s gone all the way. I couldn’t help it, there’s just so much homework to avoid lol. I had the shittiest first day of classes.

I just have such mushy feelings for Isaac, though. Sweet little werepuppy. I also think I might have a kink for kitchen counters? Yeah… Anyways, hope you liked it! If you want more, please tell me because requests are OPEN!  

Title: Backwash

By: GreasyGyeom

Summary: I’d like to see you try. Yugyeom x Reader. Smut

Notes: For a few vague references to make sense read Backseat

It’s a little past midnight. You’ve had a long day. The kind of long where you want to laze around in your bubble bath for two hours watching random episodes and immediately fall asleep afterwards. Unfortunately, you get no time for the bubble bath because you spend your time finishing up the pending art work.

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What's On The Board - Stiles Stilinski [Smut]

Author: @dumbass-stilinski​ and @writng-obrien

Character(s): Mieczyslaw Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 5377

Notes. This was a collab. with @dumbass-stilinski​ and we’ve got Oral (both receiving), fingering, face-riding, mentions of nudity and dirty talk.

Originally posted by my-wounded-innocence

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Jealousy (M)

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Length: 4,387 words★

Kinks: A bit of sexual sadism, Master! kink, impact play, etc.

Notes: y/c = your color~

Originally posted by zelonwonho

Kihyun had always been one of your best friends. You had known each other since high school, and were always practically inseparable. 

Well, you were, until recently. His friend, Wonho and you started having a thing. You weren’t in a relationship, but you two would occasionally hook up or go on date if you both felt lonely. 

And, with this thing you and Wonho had going on, it sort of disrupted your friendship with Kihyun. You had to constantly reschedule plans you two had, if Wonho wanted to go out, and other stuff like that. It always made you feel terrible, but every time you asked if he wanted to come with or just stay and hang out with you two, he’d refuse and just leave.

A few months passed since you and Wonho had your thing. It eventually evolved into the two of you dating, so that was a plus, since he treated you like royalty. Your friendship with Kihyun had improved, but you couldn’t help noticing how jealous and bitter he got when Wonho was around.

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Taking Control

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Baekhyun

Rating: 18+ (smut)

Word Count: 2,481

Summary:  Work is stressing you out lately. You’re tired, angry and things are not helped by your boyfriend - who always seems to need attention from you. One night you snap and get to be particularly er, controlling. 

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

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dicaprigosling  asked:

hey can u write a jealous jax imagine w sole dominant smut at the end? thank u:)) love ur writing!

Originally posted by sonsofanarchy-jaxteller



Green Monster:

“Yo Jax! That hot babe comin’ tonight?” One of the members from the Tacoma Charter had asked causing Jax to flip him off ignoring him as he walked away hearing an eruption of laughter from the men. “Is she coming Jax?” Chucks said innocently behind the bar as he cleaned the inside of a glass “I fuckin hope so Chuck.” Jax said with worry, he’d been screwing up all week.

Missing dates, her birthday, their anniversary, it was not his week and there was no coming back from missing those things. “She’s here man.” Tig said softly patting Jax’s back for support as Jax made his way through the members to find his girlfriend. She looked absolutely stunning, dressed in ripped jeans and a simple “SAMCRO” crop top, she was in the middle of a couple of members who were desperately trying to get her attention but she was only looking for one member and when their eyes made contact she winked in his direction as she made her way over to him.

“Jackson Nathaniel Teller, what a pleasure to see you here.” She said draping her hands around his neck as she looked at him closely “Tonight, you’re going to wish you hadn’t screwed up this week.” She said softly whispering in his ear before she detangled herself from him, pushing him away as she found her favorite Charming boy who irked Jax to the point of no return. Juice Ortiz. Juice and (Y/N) were close before Jax and (Y/N) became a couple but she always called Juice, asked for his opinion and it irked Jax.

So as he stood there and watched as she sat next to Juice on the couch placing her legs over his as he placed his hand on her thigh rubbing the fabric as he told her something to make her laugh, causing Jax to tense up. He watched them talk, joke, and laugh but when she got up and took Juices hand winking at Jax is when he was pushed over the edge. He trailed them as they walked back to the dorms only when he got to Juices room no one was in there, causing him to snap back and make his way to his dorm to find her sitting on the edge of his bed and at the point he was fuming.

He marched over to her grabbing the back of her head harshly “You think that shit is funny.” He said gritting his teeth as she moaned at his tone “Oh doll, that’s got you moanin’ just fucking wait till I’m done with you.” He said letting her hair go and gently shoving her back onto the bed laying on her lap.

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Freak in the Sheets

Pairing: Tyler/Reader Warnings: Smut, Spanking, Dominant Tyler, Bondage, Name Calling, Choking, Public Sex Rating: Mature A/N: The ask for this was a bit vague, so I’m very sorry if this was your ask and it’s not what you wanted. Also, I love the gif because Delena is my life.

Originally posted by lovershub

“What else is there left to do?” Josh asks, walking ahead of everybody. You, Tyler, Josh, and a few other people had went to an amusement park, and had been there for hours. You had practically gone on every single ride you could, and your legs started to hurt. Tyler, being the amazing boyfriend he is, had been carrying you on his back for the past hour, and you could tell he was also growing tired. “Nothing, we all hurt. Let’s just go get food” You offer. Everyone agrees and you head to the car, getting in and laying your head on Tyler’s shoulder. The ride to the nearest restaurant was pretty silent, most of you pretty beat. Of course, that changed pretty quick when the car parked in the lot, and the smell of food hit you all. The car empties and you all run out and head inside, taking a seat and ordering your food. The way the seating was arranged was there was six of you at a table. On one side, it was the three others, and on your side, Tyler was by the wall, you were in the middle, and Josh was on the outside next to you. The conversations were meaningless while you all waited for your food, and you were going on about how fun the rides were. However, you shut your mouth immediately when Tyler set his hand on your thigh and slowly started to move towards the button on your pants. “Something wrong babe?” Tyler asks, a mock concern look on his face. You nod your head and he unbuttons your pants, sliding down the zipper, before moving his hand away. You look at him and glare, and go to fix your pants, but he slaps your hand. He looks at you and shakes his head, before returning to his conversation. “I’ll just do it myself” You say, crawling over Josh to stand up. Tyler looks at you and shakes his head, but you smile and walk to the bathroom anyway. As soon as you push through the stall, you get a text from Tyler:“I swear to God if you touch yourself in there, when we get home I’m going to destroy you” You gulp and feel your palms grow a bit sweaty. The thought of whatever Tyler would do to you made you even more wet, and you knew Tyler wouldn’t do it for you out there. You lock the door and head to one of the stalls, locking yourself in there as well. You pull out your bullet and start working on yourself, thinking a out Tyler the entire time.// A while later, you’ve finished. You put everything away and go to the sink to wash your hands. You look in the mirror, and once you’re satisfied with how you look, you unlock the door and push it open. However, when you look up to walk out, you’re pushed back in and slammed against the wall. You look up to see Tyler’s dark eyes staring back into your own. “You’ve been in here an awful long time” he says, messing with the bottom of your skirt. He runs his hand up your thigh, and pushes past your underwear, delving his fingers into you. You take in a shaky breath and he shakes his head. “It’s not just wet, it’s more creamy and your walls are too relaxed.” He says, pulling his hand back out. “You’re fucking done” he says, grabbing your wrist roughly and dragging you out of the bathroom. “Hey, we’re gonna head out, she’s not feeling well” Tyler says, acting polite and fun with everyone, completely different from you. Tyler puts some cash on the table for the food, and follows you outside. You get to the car and stand on the passenger side, opening the door. Tyler is quick behind you to shut the door and press himself against your back, boxing you in to the car. “If you want to act like such a little slut” he starts, hiking up the skirt and fidgeting with your underwear. “Tyler, no. People can see us” you say, pushing back on him slightly. He grabs your hands with one hand and hold them against the car, while he uses his other to take down your underwear and work on getting his own things off. “No one will care or see us, it’s too dark. Besides, you didn’t listen” He says sliding off his underwear. He takes his hand off your hands and you place them on the car. He uses one hand and snaked it around your waist, pulling on your waist so your ass was sticking out towards him. He quickly inserts himself in you, thrusting hard and fast. He reaches around and put one of his hands in your shirt, massaging and playing with your breast. With his free hand he moves your hair over, licking along your neck before settling on a spot, sucking and biting gently. With each of his thrusts, your body slams into the car, sure to leave a bruise at some point. “I need a new angle” he mutters, lifting you up and practically throwing your body to the hood of the car. You’re laying on your back now, so he walks in front of you, wasting no time to slide himself back in, the thrusts feeling more comfortable. You begin to moan, louder than you had intended. To shut you up, he leans down to kiss you, more passionate, not really matching to his thrusts. They were hard and fast, but the kiss was soft and sensual. You feel yourself coming close. “I feel your walls, you close?” Tyler asks. You nod, and he stops what he’s doing, sliding out and adjusting himself. He walks in the car and you stay on the hood, exposed and confused, with a little bit of anger. You put your underwear back on and get in the car. “Tyler, I hate you” you say. “I told you not to touch yourself” he says, pulling out of the lot and heading home. You still felt horny from the lack of release, so you try to be discreet and rub your thighs to create the friction. Of course, Tyler notices and slams on the brakes. “You better fucking stop” he says, but you continue. You start moaning and look directly into his eyes as you bring a hand between your thighs. “You don’t know how to fucking listen do you?” He asks, starting the car back up, speeding to your house. At the speed you were going, you pulled your hands away from yourself and grabbed onto parts of the car. It doesn’t take long for you to arrive, and you both get out of the car, heading inside. He slams your body to the wall, grabbing you by your neck and squeezing hard enough for there to be a bit of a struggle. “I gave you direct orders, no room for interpretation. So why the fuck couldn’t you just listen?“he asks, squeezing harder. You feel yourself slowly drifting out of consciousness, but Tyler notices and releases you. You cough a bit, but Tyler is quick to grab you by your face and push his lips onto yours, kissing forcefully. He grabs one of your thighs and you get the hint, jumping with your legs around his waist. The kissing continues all the way up the stairs, until he reaches the bed and drops you on it. He looks at you in the eyes as he slides off his belt, before wrapping it around your wrists and attaching it to the bed post. He pulls off your shirt, and then unclasps your bra, sliding them up as far as he could due to the restraints. You pull on them just to test it, but it doesn’t budge. He slides off your skirt and underwear, positioning himself down between your legs. He doesn’t give you any warning before plunging his fingers into you, your back immediately arching off the bed. “Just making sure you’re nice and wet..” he says, taking off his own clothes. He grabs your hips and slowly eases himself into you, his thrusts slow and steady. It wasn’t what you expected, or wanted either. “I thought you wanted to "destroy me” so why are you being so boring?“ You ask. He stops moving and slides out, standing up and walking to your dresser. He pulls out a leather paddle, and grabs your hips, flipping you so you’re on your hands and knees in front of him. "You really don’t know how to keep your mouth shut, do you? Or maybe you just want this. Is that right, you little slut?” He asks, using all his force on the first hit to your backside. You let out a yelp, not expecting how hard he would’ve started. “Tell me you want it” he says. You bite your lip and stay quiet. “I said” he starts, hitting you again. “Tell me you want it” he finishes. “I want it..” you mumble into the bed sheets. He hits you about eight more times with all his might, before positioning​ himself behind you. He slides back in, this time, going much faster and harder. Right now, you were practically his rag doll. His fuck toy for the night. He has one hand on your back and one hand on your hip, his thrusts becoming ruthless. You try and pull your hand out to rub your clit, but the restraints prevent you from doing so. Tyler moves his hand around your waist and finds his way to your clit, as if he read your mind. "I can feel how tight you are. Wait for me” he says. You moan and groan, trying to contain yourself. You feel his thrusts becoming sloppier and then it’s followed by vulgar sounds and you feel him spill inside you, you finally letting go and releasing. You feel Tyler undo the belt and you rub your wrists, laying down on your back. Tyler lays down beside you and grabs your wrists, kissing them gently. “Are you okay?” He asks. “Of course. Better than okay” you say, smiling at him.
Congrats, Rami (Rami Malek x Reader Smut)

Requested by @purplezebra68​ : Hi! Could I please request a smit where after the show the reader “congratulates” Rami on his Emmy?

A/N: I must admitt I’m not very experienced with writing smut, but nevertheless I hope you like it. Sorry for grammar mistakes! Enjoy !

Word count : 1,868

Today was the day. The awarding of the Emmys. You had been so excited for your boyfriend who was nominated for the best dramatic actor. Rami was nervous the whole day, doubting that he would ever win. You tried to cheer him up and told him that no matter what would happen today, if he’d win or not, he would always be the best actor in your eyes. At least, his mood changed a bit and he became calmer. “Thank you.” he said as you helped him getting into his expensive Dior suit.

“I wished you could be there, too.” He murmured. You smiled at him while fixing his bow tie. “I’m fine Rami.” You assured him. “And you know how much Mary wanted to come. She was practically begging for it.” His mouth curved into a smile as he remembered the day his cousin almost went down on her knees and asked for permission. “I’ll be with your parents and Sami, babe.” You said. You would meet his family to watch the Emmys on television together. Then, someone knocked at the door and Rami’s manager told that it was time to leave. You hugged each other tightly before he stepped out of your apartment. “Good luck babe! I love you!” You called after him.

Two hours later, his parents and brother arrived. You noticed that they were also nervous and very excited for Rami. You prepared some snacks and Sami came into the kitchen. “Excited?” He asked you. “Totally! What about you?” He nodded his head.  “Same here, girl.” After a little small talk, you joined his parents in the living room and right then, the Emmys were broadcast.

The atmosphere in the living room was tensed. Your whole body shook and you fiddled with your fingers as the nomination for best dramatic actor was the next. “Please, say Rami, say it.” You whispered and hoped your boyfriend’s name would be mentioned. Rami’s face appeared on the screen. He looked hopeless. You knew exactly what he thought right now. He definitely thought that he would never win this emmy.

Then it was time. And the winner was… RAMI MALEK! You screamed in joy as his name was announced. You knew it! And Rami’s face was so priceless. His expression elicited a laugh from your lips. Also his parents and brother cheered and applauded happily. You could see the pride in their eyes.

Rami went on the stage, his shocked expression was still on his face. He received his emmy and stared at it a while, before he began his speech. “Please tell me you’re seeing this too.” He said unbelievingly, making you and his mother laugh, while a grin curled up on Sami’s lips. The next few minutes, Rami thanked to everyone who helped him getting this award. In your opinion, this was the best speech that he ever had. “I want to honor the Elliots. There is a little bit Elliot in all of us.” He concluded before he finished his fabulous speech. Everyone in the audition clapped their hands and Rami went down the stage.

“I’m so proud of him.” You said already the tenth time this day. His parents and Sami were about to leave. You gave his mother a loving hug. “Me too, sweetheart, me too. We all are so proud of him.” They stepped out of the apartment, but Sami turned back. A smug smile was plastered on his lips. “Oh, by the way! Have fun tonight.” Then he turned around and left, leaving you back with red cheeks on your face.

You closed the door and began to clean up the living room. Of course, you decided to congratulate your boyfriend in a special way, but the fact that his brother exactly knew this, was embarrassing enough. Hopefully, he wouldn’t tease Rami about it. After everything was cleaned, you went to your living room. Then you moved to your wardrobe and searched for the best lingerie you owned. Taking them, you changed your clothes and after putting the laced black bra and panties on, you also got into your night gown. Spraying his favorite perfume on your neck and on your wrist, you brushed your teeth and combed through your hair. You lighted some candles and spread some rose petals on the ground to create a romantic atmosphere. Now all you had to do was waiting for Rami. Your winner!

You heard the front door being unlocked and the low and raspy voice of your boyfriend calling for you. Your heart skipped a beat and you exhaled nervously, trying to calm down. With tiny steps, you went to the hallway to greet your boyfriend, who was taking off his jacket. His eyes widened as he saw you standing in front of him, half naked and with a see-through gown.

“Congrats, babe.” You murmured. Rami came closer to, holding his award in his hand. “Thank you, love.” He said and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. “I’m proud of you, Rami.” You smiled as you had a look at this huge, golden object in his hands. “I told you, you would win, didn’t I?” You teased him. “Indeed. I’ve never expected this to happen.” His eyes went down body, reflecting a hint of burning desire. “So…Uhm… what is this all about?” He asked.

You took the award out of his hand and lead him to the bedroom, where you carefully laid the object on the cupboard. Rami whistled as he saw the view in front of him. Candles were burning everywhere and there was a scent of vanilla in the air. “I thought we could celebrate your win in a special way.”  You moved closer to him.

“And that would be?” His eyebrows rose and he smirked at you, already knowing the answer. “I’ll be all yours tonight.” You whispered seductively in his ear. As you pulled back, you saw his eyes burning with lust. He drew his lower lip between his teeth and observed you from your head to your toes. “Like what you see?” You asked him playfully. He nodded his head. “Absolutely.”

And in the next second you smashed your lips together, kissing each other with hunger and passion. He brushed your night gown off your shoulders until they fell down to your feet. The sudden contact with air made goose bumps rise up your skin. Rami pushed his tongue into your mouth and you both fought for dominance.

You led him to your bed and carefully pushed him down, climbing onto his lap. Still kissing him, you slowly unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his well-toned and muscular torso and took off his tie. You let go of his lips and started sucking on his neck. “God, woman!” Rami moaned delicately. “What are you doing to me?” You continued licking and biting on his soft skin until there was nothing left but a big, red mark. “Relax, babe.” You panted. “Let me take care of you.”

You slid his opened shirt down his shoulders. You kissed him once more, never getting enough of his plump lips. If there was anything you loved about him except for his beautiful green eyes, then it was definitely his lips. They were always so soft and kissable. Your hands trailed down his stomach to his dress pants where you unbuckled his belt, sliding them down his ankles. You could see the outline of his erection through his boxers. You started to rub him through his boxers, making him rolling his eyes in pleasure. “Holy shit! (Y/N)!” He moaned.

“Tell me, babe. Tell me what you want.” You offered to him. But he was too much occupied with dealing the pleasure you gave him. “Something but you makes me feel like a dangerous woman.” You sang into his ear. Suddenly he covered his eyes with his elbow, bursting into laughter. You joined him. In some moments it felt good to tease each other and laugh before you went for more. “Sorry!” He laughed. “Don’t worry, Rami.” You assured him.

“I want you to ride me.” He answered then. “I guess we haven’t done it such a long time.” You nodded and got down his lap. “I need condoms, babe.” He pointed to his cupboard. “Have a look there.” You did as he said, taking out a condom and went back to him. Meanwhile he already took of his boxers, and his member was revealed to you. You blushed a little bit at this view but at the same you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you. “Come here, (Y/N).” He said softly. You gave him the condom and together you rolled him over his erection. He placed you on his lap again, started to kiss your neck. You nibbled on your bottom lip as he unclasped your bra and slid them off your shoulders. Carefully, he squeezed your fully breasts, taking your nipples in his mouth.

“Rami…” You sighed satisfied and he continued pleasuring you with his amazing mouth. After pulling your panties down, you stared amorously into each other’s eyes. He pecked your lips, saying “I love you, (Y/N).”  “I love you too, Rami.” You said. “So much.”

Slowly, you eased yourself onto his member, feeling him stretching your walls, filling you completely. Body’s pressed against each other and your souls united, you began to move. It had been a while since you had sex together and it felt good to feel him again. To be so close to him. Rami’s hands trailed up your belly to your breast where lingered. You closed your eyes, moaning and panting. Like always he found the spot you were craving for with no difficulty, making you screaming his name. You put your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans and not to disturb your neighbors, but the pleasure was so intense, you didn’t succeed.

Clawing your nails into his back, you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Not for long and your body would explode. You quickened your pace and moved faster. Rami supported you while he was thrusting harder and deeper. “O-oh…R-Rami.”

He then started massaging your clit and soon you felt something built up in your stomach. “I-I’m close baby.” You groaned. “So close.” He put more pressure until your orgasm approached.

“Let go, (Y/N). Let go baby.” His deep and raspy voice was all you needed to come undone. “Rami!” You screamed his name, arching your back and curling your toes. Rami needed a few more thrusts and finally found relief himself.

Your bodies were covered with sweat and you breathed heavily, but nevertheless you were happy. Rami was so kind, he covered your face with his kisses, making you giggle. He turned you over so you laid beneath him. Pulling out of you carefully and stripping off the condom, putting it in the trash can, he blew out the candles around you. Then he slipped under the blanket. You didn’t mind being sweaty right now. You were too much exhausted and wanted to sleep in Rami’s arms.

Before you both peacefully drifted to sleep, you mumbled, “My winner, my champion. My man.”

Here is a nice top!Baek drabble (from TAOGU) for a lovely person who asked for this on AFF. Hope you enjoy it!

He’s thrown against the wall, pressed into it, hands pinned beside his head. He bites his bottom lip and lets his head thud against the wall, the lips working at his neck feel way too good. When his arms are released his hands slowly slide down, unbuckle his belt and rip it from the loops, letting the leather fall to the floor. He moans when his shirt is tugged roughly up his body, over his head and thrown to the side. It’s hot, too hot, and he’s so turned on and needy and he cant catch his breath.

“Fuck me Yeol,” he moans as teeth sink into his shoulder, “oh god, fuck me!”

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