A Rough Training Session (ReaderxDean)

Request: Could you do one where dean is your tutor and he teaches you about hunting and stuff and then you keep getting distracted and then it leads to other things and could you possibly include dirty talk… Thanks

Warning(s): smuty smut, dirty talk, spanking,  daddy!kink (idk where that came from)

Words: 3124

Note: YES. Dean smut gives me life. THIS GIF IS JUST… DAMN X

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Easy Access || Ashton (smut)

Pairing: Y/N | Ashton
Smut: yes | no
Request: YES | “please do a smut where y/n isnt wearing panties and one of the boys gets really angry and all kinky”
Words:
1000+

Since you said “one of the boys” I picked Ashton, hope that’s okay :)


You had no idea why you’d decided to do this, maybe because that dress definitely looked better without it, maybe because you liked the thrill, or simply because you knew Ashton would get mad. He’d always been that possessive boyfriend with an arm wrapped around your waist just so everybody knew you were claimed. Sometimes he would politely ask some random guy to stop staring at ‘his girl’ just because he couldn’t stand to share a single piece of that body he adored and praised every second of his life. Needless to say, he wouldn’t be too pleased with your decision, but there was no way you would go back now that you two were driving to that party.

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Harry Styles One Shot - Silent Treatment

(photo not mine)

Category - One Shot

Smut or Fluff? - Smut ;)

Requested? - Yes! :D Could you do a one shot in which you give Harry the silent treatment because he forgot your birthday and he makes it up to you(not over the top like the rest of the band singing to you or something stupid like that) but just where he’s really cute and says how much he loves you and then you make love? - Anonymous

Pairing(s) - Harry Styles/Reader

Word Count - 1,912  

Summary - Harry forgets your birthday and you give him the silent treatment. He then makes it up to you in the best way.  

Author’s Additional Comments - I got all hot and bothered while imagining naughty things with Harry as I was writing this. Enjoy!♥

You woke up, expecting to feel yourself in your boyfriend’s arms, but his side of the bed was empty and cold. Instead, you found a note on the pillow.

Y/N, I had to leave to the studio earlier than usual and I’ll probably be there longer than I usually am. Don’t wait up on me. Love you♥ -Harry

You smiled a huge smile and set the note on the nightstand. “He’s probably not even at the studio.” You said to yourself, excited about whatever birthday surprise he has in store for you.

You got up and decided to treat yourself to a shopping day. You got dressed in something you felt extremely pretty in, grabbed your phone, and headed out of the door. You stopped by Starbucks to get yourself a small breakfast and you were off to the mall. You shopped around, took pictures with some of Harry’s fans (the ones that like you, at least) and they wished you a happy birthday, got a new belly-button ring, even new lingerie for the birthday sex you and Harry would have later.

After about 4 hours of shopping, you decided you’ve spent enough money for one day and headed back home. It was now 5:36 and Harry still isn’t back from that studio. You started to wonder how big your surprise actually was. Nevertheless, you calmed down and slipped on the lingerie you bought earlier with one of Harry’s white T-shirts that came down to your mid-thigh. Then, you went downstairs and switched on the TV, turning to Young&Hungry.

After an hour of watching TV, Harry still hasn’t gotten home. You got a little impatient and decided to call Niall.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Niall?"

"Speaking." He chuckled.

"Okay." You giggled. "Where are you?"

"Studio, why?"

"And where’s Harry?"

"Studio, why?"

You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Wait so…you mean all day, he actually was at the studio?" You asked, getting a bit sad.

"…Yes? Well, he’s about to leave, but yeah. He’s been here all day. All of us have." He answered, more in the form of a question.

"Oh…"

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing. I’ll talk to you later." You spoke in a quieter voice, hoping that was enough to hide your sadness.

"Okay. Happy birthday, by the way." He wished you, and you almost broke into tears.

"Th-Thank you." You whispered and quickly hung up.

Right after you hung up, you started to cry. Never did you think that Harry, of all people, would be the one to forget your special day. It seems everybody remembered, but him. You decided to just turn everything off and head on up to bed. Your giddy mood was ruined. When you got to your room, you took off Harry’s shirt and your lingerie and replaced it with normal boy shorts and pajamas.

"Happy birthday to me." You sighed sarcastically and climbed into bed.

A little after you did, you heard Harry come in the door.

"Darling! I’m home!" He called.

However, you ignored it.

"Y/N?" He called again. "Are you home?"

You didn’t answer. You stayed quiet. A moment later, your phone started to ring. You picked it up and looked at the Caller ID and it was Harry. You set it back down and rolled your eyes. You heard him leave a voicemail.

"Hey, babygirl, its me. I just got home and I guess you’re not here. Pity that I’m gonna have to fall asleep on my own tonight." He chuckled. "Erm, hope you’re having fun, wherever you’re at. Don’t stay out too late, babe, or I’ll miss you too much. Call me when you can. Love you, bye."

When he hung up, your phone vibrated. Again, you ignored it. You heard him stretch and groan, and then he started heading up the stairs. Nerves started piling around in your stomach and you curled up into a fetus position. The door opened and the light switched on.

"Oh, there you are." He chuckled. "I thought you weren’t in. Did you hear me calling you?" He asked, but you didn’t answer him. "Babe?" He called you again, but you didn’t answer. "Wait, are you sleeping?" He mumbled and came to your side of the bed to check, but you weren’t sleeping. You saw him looking at you, but you kept your eyes focused on the blank wall.  "What did I do? Why are you ignoring me?" He asked you. You gave him no response whatsoever. "Well um…I’m sorry for whatever I did." He said sadly. "I don’t mean to upset you…you know that." He added. "Well…good night." He said and switched off the light.

You heard the rustling of clothes being thrown off and he climbed into bed, not touching you.

HARRY

What did I do to upset her? I couldn’t have upset her, actually. She was fine yesterday. She was sleeping peacefully this morning. I literally haven’t seen her all day so what could I have even done? I sighed and pulled out my phone, going on twitter. I scrolled through my feed, and I saw tons of birthday wishes directed toward Y/N.

That’s when my jaw dropped. Now I know why she’s mad at me. I forgot her birthday. Her heart must be hurting. God, I’m such a bad boyfriend. I turned over to her and wrapped an arm around her, getting closer to her. She didn’t push me off, but she didn’t cuddle into me either, like she usually does.

"I’m so sorry, babygirl. I didn’t realize I…I forgot your birthday. I didn’t mean to, honestly. Its just…work has been through the roof lately and that’s all I’ve been focusing on. I didn’t mean to forget your special day, love. I honestly didn’t. Please don’t feel like you’re not important to me, because you are." I said sincerely and planted a kiss on her neck. "Let me make it up to you…"

"Why do you think I should let you make it up to me? I don’t even want you touching me right now…" She spoke up, but in a whisper.

"Because I love you…and you love me. And we’ve still got a few good hours left before its officially over. We can make the best of them, if you let me touch you…" I said, lowering my voice and slowly sliding my hand down her body, into her pajama pants and resting my hand on her heat, over her boy shorts. She was already getting hot. "I know you want it, babygirl. I can feel your pussy getting hot for me…" I whispered into her ear and softly bit her earlobe.

"Make it good." She whispered shakily and I smirked.

"Yes, Ma’am." I whispered back.

I began rubbing her heat in slow circles over her boy shorts, feeling her get wetter at my touch. Her breathing picked up and she rested her head onto my shoulder, hotly breathing on my neck. I slipped my hand inside her boy shorts and rubbed her clit around in figure-eights, hearing her breathing get heavier.

Soon, she started to moan quietly and thats when I slid my fingers lower, dipping into her hot, wet heat. She let out a louder moan and I slowly moved my index and middle finger in and our for a while, before I started rubbing them against her walls. Her back arched away from me and I slid an arm under her, cupping one of her boobs to knead.

"F-Fuck Harry…that feels so good baby…" She moaned out.

That went straight down to my cock and it got harder than it already was. I pushed my crotch up against her bum and grinded against her while I fingered her. My breathing started to pick up and I went a little faster, wanting more. I pushed my fingers deeper into her and rubbed against her walls harder, and her moans got louder and shakier.

"Right there! Oh my god…" She shakily moaned.

I’m guessing I ran over a sweet spot so I kept rubbing and poking and prodding and scissoring up at that spot, and she started squirming in my arms. I moved one of my legs over hers, then put it in between, and forced her legs open wider. She started groaning loudly of pleasure and I grinded harder, already wanting to fuck her senseless. She began bucking her hips to movement of my fingers and soon, she was cumming all over them and her legs were shaking.

Now, she was trying to catch her breath and while she was, I laid her on her back and got in between her legs, leaning down to kiss her while grinding our crotches together.

"You make me so hard babygirl…you feel that?" I said quietly.

In response, she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer, grinding back onto me. I let out small moans and whimpers, bit down on her neck, kissed her hard, until I couldn’t take it anymore. I ripped myself from her body and took her pajamas with me, along with her underwear, and threw them somewhere in the room. I stripped myself of my clothes and pulled a condom out of the drawer, sliding it onto my hard, aching erection.

I got back on the bed and positioned myself above her, in between her legs, and shoved myself into her, but only halfway so I wouldn’t hurt her. I moved in and out, just like that, fisting the pillows beside her head.

"Ohhh baby…fuck…" I said in a low, dragged out moan.

"G-Go deeper…" She moaned quietly.

I happily obliged and pushed all of myself in, groaning loudly at the feeling and so did she. I began to move slowly, wanting to take my time and make her feel loved, but as the sensation took over me, my pace sped up. I started slamming into her with all my force, gripping her hips and throwing my head back in pleasure.

"Oh, Y/N! Babygirl!" I groaned loudly.

She began bucking her hips to match my thrusts and I lost control. I picked her up and held her tight, thrusting up into her. She held onto me as tight as she could, moaning loudly in my ear. Each one of her moans added to my pleasure and I fucked her faster. My groans got louder and I felt my orgasm approaching. I slammed one hand to the wall behind our bed, still using my other arm to hold her up, and went harder.

"Fuck! Right there! Right there!" She shouted.

I smirked to myself. I found her G-spot. I fucked her harder, making sure to hit that spot over and over again spot on, and soon, her legs began to shake.

"I-I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum baby…" She shakily muttered.

I wrapped both my arms back around her and laid her back on the bed, putting my hands on her thighs to keep them open wide as I fucked her. I went as hard and as fast as my body would let me, delaying my own orgasm so she could have hers first. My breath was heavy, my groans were loud, and I was grunting almost every other minute.

"H-Harry! Harry!" She screamed as she came all over my cock, her legs shaking more and more as her orgasm ripped through her.

After her, I pushed all the way inside of her and let myself go, throwing my head back and rolling my eyes to the back of my head in unbelievable pleasure. I rocked back and forth into her, riding out both of our orgasms. Then, I pulled out, out of breath, and took the condom off and tied it up, tossing it into the trash. I collapsed beside her.

"Good enough for you, babygirl?" I asked her breathlessly, and she cuddled into my side.

"More than that."

internetcalum asked:

any calum ones would be appreciated by me :D

- requested -

 “shit” you whimpered as calums hands held you to his hips. he loved doing this because the new found depth you experienced as you rocked your hips back and forth made you cum almost instantly.

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Drunk (Y/N) blurb

You close the door behind you as you enter the house, careful not to make any noise. It’s completely dark in the hallway.

You slowly step forward and curse quietly as you stumble over something in the dark

You went out to a club with friends to have some fun and you promised someone you’d be back before midnight, but you had completely lost the track of time. By now, it’s probably past 2 am.

You carefully take two more steps forward and reach your hand out to the right in search of the light switch. It takes few seconds before you find it and turn the light on, and the alcohol still running in your blood doesn’t help. It almost burns your eyes, and reminds you of when you were young and your mother and wake you up with such a crucial method. She would walk into your room in the morning and shamelessly turn the lights on, hurting your eyes.

You look down and squint your eyes, it takes you some time to get used to the light.

You’re drunk. Completely wasted, and you know it. You can barely even walk and the fact that before you can lay in bed you have to walk up the stairs scares you. Or makes you want to laugh. You don’t know.

You start to giggle as you see a handsome, blond guy walking down the stairs in your direction. But that’s not what makes you giggle. The fact that he’s shirtless does it. You try to approach him but you stumble over your own feet, falling forward. Suddenly you feel his arms around you. What did just happen? Did the boy catch you? You giggle again.

“Hey, cu… cutie,” you stutter. Is it wrong that you flirt with him? Maybe you have a boyfriend? What would he say if he knew your flirting with another guy? Well, fuck this. This pale blonde boy is gorgeous. “Do you wanna date?” you ask him and grab him by his arms. “Wow, they’re so big. You must be re… really…” you look for the appropriate word in your dizzy mind, “…strong. Do you have a girlfriend, babe?” you ask and give him your best smile, trying to seduce him.

“Yeah, a drunk girlfriend,” he sighs and lifts you up bridal style making you yelp in surprise and then giggle like a schoolgirl. You lean into his chest and inhale his scent. He smells like shower gel and… like home. He starts carrying you up the stairs.

“Where are you t-taking me?” you ask and you can’t help yourself – you plant a kiss on his neck.

“To our bedroom, drunkie. Your boyfriend needs to take care of you, you’re incapable of it.”, he says and chuckles.

“So you’re my boyfriend? Oh…”

“What do you mean ‘oh’?” he struggles to open the door to the bedroom.

“You’re sexy. I have a sexy boyfriend,” you say in awe. “Wow.”

“Nice to know you find me sexy, (Y/N),” he smirks as he lays you down on the bed so you’re on your back. He stands at the end of the bed and looks down at you, shaking his head in disbelief. “God, you’re so wasted. Let’s get you undressed.” He says and you grin wildly at his words.

“Are we gonna… you know?” you ask and he bursts out laughing.

“No, darling, we’re not gonna ‘you know’. You’re too drunk, and you’d probably fall asleep after like ten minutes.

Suddenly you start to feel sleepy. Your eyelids become heavy and your eyes start to close. You feel Niall, taking your shoes off and hear him throwing them somewhere behind him.

“Babe, stand up for a second,” you obey him and do as he says, although you have to grab him by his arms to keep yourself steady. You look at his face and fully take in his features. He’s simply beautiful, although a little but blurry at the moment. You lift your right hand and put it on his head, just because you want to check if it feels as fluffy as it looks like. “You’re so hot, “ you say.

Niall smirks at your words and reaches behind you to unzip your dress. “You don’t have to flirt with me, you know? I’m already yours.” He says and then orders you to lift your arms up. Again, you do as you’re told, and you almost fall back, but Niall catches you in time. He takes off your dress over your head and then grabs you bridal style, carrying you back to the bed.

“Are we gonna cuddle? I wanna feel those guns around me,” you chuckle and get under the covers. Niall just smiles and shakes his head at you mental state, then gets under the covers beside you, wrapping his warm arms around your waist.

“Go to sleep, drunkie. You can flirt with me tomorrow.”

And like that, you fall asleep.

Hate or Jealousy? (Luke Smut)

This is my first smut, so please bear with me, sorry for any spelling mistakes and sorry if its terrible.
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There is no one I hate more in this world than Luke Hemmings, he irks me in every way possible. He thinks he’s funny when he picks on me, he thinks he’s better than everyone, oh and he also thinks he can pick up any girl, but he can’t. I only put up with him since I’m best friends with the other members of 5SOS, and most of the time I try to avoid him. Since I’m on tour with them at the moment, I usually have to do most of the things they want to do -against my will- but I do it for them anyways. Tonight they have chosen a party to attend at some youtubers house in LA. I’m not the type to go to parties, I’m just not a social person, but I guess for the sake of my friends I’ll attend. It took me a good couple hours just to get ready, I think it took an hour just to decide what I was wearing, I settled on a black bodycon dress with mesh on the sides of the dress and paired it with some black heels that gave me a few inches. I’m short as people would say, and I’m definitely short compared to my giant best friends. I loosely curled the bottoms of my hair and put on some simple makeup, and I was finally ready to go. I keep thinking how boring this party is going to be, and I’m trying to make it fun, and what better way to make it fun then mess with Luke? I formulated a plot in my mind and smirked at how brilliant it is. As we arrive to the party, just as I thought everyone leaves me just as we get in. I recognized some youtubers and viners but I didn’t really care for them, so I made my way to the kitchen and made myself a drink. An hour into the party and I’m starting to watch my plan fall into place. I know Luke is going to try to get it in with some girl tonight, but thats not going to happen on my watch. I watched as Luke and some girl grinded on what I presumed to be the dance floor. I watched contently as he whispered in her ear and left, probably to get them some drinks and thats my cue. I walk over to the girl and spark a conversation.
“Hi, I can’t help but notice you talking to Luke Hemmings,” I innocently smiled.
“Yeah, isn’t he the best?” She exclaimed, I almost rolled my eyes, “He said he’s been looking for someone like me all his life, I think I might be the one,” She smiled, did she actually believe that? and how many dumb lies like that is he feeding her.
“Did he also say to you, ‘you’re the most beautiful girl in here, when I first walked in all I saw was you’” I asked, I know his lines well enough.
“Y-yeah, how’d you know?” She stuttered.
“You’re not the only one he said that to tonight, sweetheart. Infact he says that to all girls at any party he goes to just to get in their pants” I said, looking her directly in the eyes, I mean I’m not actually lying about that. She looked like she was about to burst into tears any second.
“B-but I’ve loved him since 5SOS was formed, and I always thought he was so innocent, he was my favorite, until now, what a jerk!” She practically screamed. I saw Luke approaching us with two drinks in his hands and he immediately gave me a dirty look, I just smiled back innocently.
“How could you lie to me, Luke?! saying ‘I’m the one’, do you even know my name?!” She screamed.
“Um..” Luke scratched the back of his neck, oh this is priceless. I watched happily as I saw Luke’s probably only opportunity at this party now fall to pieces.
“You’re an asshole, Luke Hemmings!” She took both drinks from his hands and splashed them in his face, luckily I videotaped that happen. She stormed off and I had to hold myself back from laughing. I tried to walk away swiftly until I felt someone dragging me somewhere.
“Hey, what are you doing?!” I said trying to pull my arm away. I felt myself being pushed against a wall and I finally looked up to see Luke trapping me against the wall with minimal room to move so I don’t escape.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/N?!” Luke screamed, I winced. I’m surprised no one heard that, until I looked around and noticed there was no one near us, we were in a secluded part of the house. I didn’t respond to him, I looked beyond him so I wouldn’t have to see his face.
“What was that shit back there all about?!” He continued to scream.
“I don’t know what your problem is, Luke, I was only telling her the truth.” I shrugged, “These girls don’t deserved to be used.”
“Why do you even care?!” He somewhat yelled, then he looked like he was thinking, “Y/N are you sexually attracted to me?” Luke smirked.
“Ew, no way!” I replied fast, rolling my eyes, why would he even ask such a thing?
“So if I did this,” he leaned in to whisper in my ear, “it won’t affect you?” he said sexually, while nibbling on my ear.
“Nope, doesn’t affect me at all,” I would never let him get to me, although this is kind of turning me on.
“Oh really? what if I did this?” he moved his lips to my jawline, kissing it, slowly making his way down to my neck. I squirmed a little, but I don’t think he noticed.
“Not at all,” I shrugged. He proceeded to kiss and suck on my neck, occasionally biting on it softly. I bit my lip trying to hold back a moan, but it was hard to do when he blew some air onto the newly formed bruise.
“Nice try, Hemmings, but I feel nothing,” I said.
“Oh, I’m not done yet,” He smirked, he subtly hiked up my dress and cupped his hand over my underwear, I gapsed.
“Looks like I do affect you,” He smirked and slowly rubbed circled into my clit. I arched my back and finally let out a breathy moan saying his name. My eyes were closed but I could tell he is smirking.
“What do you want from me, Y/N?” He said in a raspy voice. I opened my eyes and stared into his dark, lustful eyes and said, “Fuck me, Luke” and that was enough. He attached his lips to mine hungrily while I tried to match his pace. He started rubbing his hands all over my body, one hand found its way to my butt and roughly squeezed it. I let out a moan and it was a perfect opportunity for Luke to slip his tongue in my mouth. As we were making out he started to walk us somewhere and we made it to a bedroom. He slammed the door closed and locked it. He grabbed at the back of my thighs.
“Jump” he mumbled through the kiss, I jumped just as he demanded and he led us to a bed, laying me down. He reached behind me and started to unzip my dress, I helped out a bit but I finally got it off. Tonight was a good night not to wear a bra. Luke moaned at the sight of my mostly naked body despite the lacy thong I’m wearing.
“Holy shit, you’re gorgeous,” He said while moving his lips to my right breast to suck on my nipple while his left hand made his way to my other breast to increase my pleasure.
“Luuuke,” I moaned loudly, I could feel him smirk against me, and soon he switched positions and sucked on my left nipple. After a few minutes I grasped his tshirt by the collar and brought him up to me face to face.
“This shirt needs to go,” I said. He took his shirt off and tossed it somewhere in the room, and he took off his pants along with his shirt. Now we were both in only our underwear, and Luke decided to make the first move. He teasingly pulled down my panties slowly and threw the underwear somewhere in the room. He pryed my legs open and started to leave small kisses down my inner thigh.
“Luke, c’mon” I moaned.
“What do you want, baby?” He asked innocently.
“I want your tongue,” I replied sounding needy. He smirked and lowered his head til he was level with my clit and blew on it. I let out a throaty moan and grasped onto his hair.
“So wet, baby, I wonder who did this to you?” He said cockily.
“Shut up, Luke, and eat me out already,” I groaned. Without warning he licked up my folds, I pulled on his hair and let out a loud moan, he moaned at the feeling of me pulling on his hair, the vibrations of his moan against me caused me to cry out in pleasure. He continued to lick me, and used his thumb to put pressure on my clit again.
“Oh my God, Luke!” I screamed, who knew the person I hate so much would be the reason who my pleasure. This encouraged him to go faster and soon enough he plunged a finger into me, curling it inward. At this point I am a mess, yelling and moaning Luke’s name, but it feels so good. I felt that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach, I knew I was close, and apparently Luke knew as well so he stopped.
“What the fuck, Luke?!” I yelled
“Naughty girls don’t get to cum,” he smirked, “After that stunt you pulled back there, you’re lucky that I’ll fuck you, but I’m in desperate need to release and you’re so fucking hot, especially when you’re moaning my name,” Luke smirked.
“Oh just fuck me already, Hemmings.” I said, and as soon as I said that he ripped off his boxers and with no warning thrusted into me. We moaned in unison since it felt so great. Luke’s lips found my neck and started to suck on it while pounding into me.
“Y/N,” He moaned raspily into my neck. I started to scratch down his back, he even started to bleed a little. To my surprise, Luke grabbed one of my legs and rested it on his shoulder to get deeper. The bed kept banging against the wall, I actually thought we were being so loud that the whole house could hear us.
“Fuck Luke, just like that,” my head fell back and I arched my back so that he was going even deeper.
“Y/N, I’m gonna cum,” Luke said almost out of breath.
“Me too,” I felt the pit in my stomach return. Luke reached down between us and rubbed my clit swiftly, the pleasure was almost unbearable.
“Cum for me, Princess,” I lost it after that and released. I moaned so loud I think the neighbors could hear. Right after that Luke released aswell, groaning loud, falling onto me. We were both breathing loudly and thinking about what just happened.
“Holy shit,” I said, shocked. Luke pulled out of me, but continued to lay on me.
“I’m gonna be completely honestly, I’ve always wanted to fuck you, well more than that,” Luke said shyly, shockingly.
“I guess I’ve always felt a bit jealous when you would talk to those girls,” I shrugged.
“I knew you were sexually attracted to me,” Luke winked jokingly, I laughed and playfully hit his shoulder.
“Stop it, Luke,” I giggled.
“That’s not what you were saying earlier ‘luke!’” Luke immitated me, I hit him again, giggling along. “You know, Y/N I should ask you on a proper date now” He said, smiling.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” I smiled back, I guess I don’t hate him, but angry sex is defintely a great thing.

anonymous asked:

Can I request a oneshot/smut with Jimin with lots of fluff and foreplay (things like lip biting, neck biting that gives you butterflies)? Thanks in advance!

“But baby!” His whine echoed through the small apartment. You crossed your arms and began walking in the direction of the bedroom you two share. Park Jimin’s footsteps followed you but you didn’t bother to turn around. When you reached the bedroom, you immediately flopped onto the bed and buried your face into one of the many pillows adorning it. You felt the bed dip and a hot presence lean against your back.

“(Y/N).” The way he softly said your name into your ear made a shiver run down your back. But you didn’t cave in so easily. He had eaten the last of your Coco Puffs and you were mad. You had been looking forward to a bowl of the chocolate delight all day.

“(Y/N).” He repeated your name, but this time brought his lips down onto the back of your neck after gently moving your hair to the side. You tried kicking him with your foot but failed because of your lack of flexibility. You heard him chuckle and continue placing kisses towards the crook of your neck, his tongue darting out every once and awhile.

“You suck.” Your words sounded extremely muffled with your face pressed into the pillow, but he heard what you said clearly.

“Not for long, I won’t.” He replied cockily as his warm hand slipped underneath your shirt and caressed your sides, creating goose bumps. You tried wiggling away from him but Jimin had made sure that he had most of his body on top of yours so the effort was moot. Plus, you’d have never succeeded anyway with the amount of muscles on him. You huffed and moved your head to the side so you could breathe freely.

“Get off of me, you butt.” You said, but Jimin did not comply. He only trailed his hand up and down your sides, moving closer and closer to the hem of your jean shorts. His lips lifted from your neck and he moved his head to the side where yours was turned. You saw out of the corner of your eye him smirk.

“This would be a lot easier if you faced me.” You tried giving him an evil side eye.

“What would be easier?” You knew the answer to the question already, but you decided you were getting pleasure with acting ignorant of his intentions. Jimin brought his face close to yours and nudged your cheek with his nose before gliding it towards your ear.

“Fucking you.” He breathed the words hotly into your ear. You bit your lip at how sexy he sounded as he suddenly flipped you over like it was nothing. Which it probably wasn’t with how the muscles in his arms were bulging. Damn his arms were sexy.

Jimin didn’t give you time to restore the air in your lungs when he captured your lips and brought your hips up to meet his. He rolled his hips into yours, pressing his boner snugly against your crotch. You let out a moan into his open mouth. Jimin pulled back and began to nip at your neck. His little bites calmed down the mood for a moment and a giggle escaped your lips. You felt him smile and he paused in his grinding. When he pulled back again to look at your face, he was giving you a look that a girl would die for.

“I’m sorry,” He said sincerely. You stuck out your bottom lip and tried to hide the smile growing on your face with a pout. “For eating you’re Coco Puffs.” He added the last bit and it was what broke your façade. You reached up and pecked him on the nose.

“I half forgive you.” You said and an eyebrow arched on his face.

“Why only half?” He had brought his face back down to your neck and was pressing slow, sensual kisses to it.

“Because you need to finish what you started.” Your tone implied what you fully meant and you weren’t prepared when he powerfully rutted into your lower regions. You’re back arched and Jimin took this as a chance to wrap his arms around your waist and fall over, allowing you on top. He held you tightly to his body and the side of his face slid past yours as he regained your mouth. He tugged playfully on your bottom lip.

“Since I’ve been a bad boy, you can teach me a lesson.” His words were husky but there was an undeniable grin on his face. Your eyes widened and you smacked him on his chest.

“Since when did you become so kinky?” You asked, sitting up fully on top of him. Jimin’s hands rested on your hips as you slowly began to grind into his hard on. He closed his eyes and his tongue darted out to wet his full lips. The corner of his lips tugged into a weak smile and his shaky breathing gradually became louder.

“Since you became my girlfriend.”

A smack and a boyish giggle was heard.


This isn’t what you were looking for, huh? Currently, I’m not in “mood” for full on smut stuff but I couldn’t resist this! He is my bias ya know.

Ugh, look at that expression!

~Admin Corky

Hidden - Part II

Request: Do a second part to hidden, like how they tell sam, and probably wait to do it cause she was about to do his brother hah. But pleaseee!!! 

Summary: After Dean and the reader admitted their feelings for each other, the reader needs to tell Sam about it (Sam and her had been friends with benefits before). 

Dean x reader and a little Sam x reader 

Warnings: smut with Dean (but it’s a short scene), swearing

Words: 1027

Click here to read part 1


A/N: I added a little something and now I might also write a part 3 ;)

“So…what you’ve had with Sam…do you have to like…break up with him or something?” Dean laid next to me in his bed, his toned, naked body covered with thin bed sheets. His hands played with my (y/h/c) hair, his voice was husky and he still sounded a little exhausted. Sleeping with him had felt so different, so good, it was not sex, it was making love. I loved him. I really really loved him. “I wasn’t dating your brother, so I don’t really have to break up with him. I’m just going to tell him that things have changed and it will be…just fine,” I answered, sounding a little doubtful, not fully believing in the things that I’d said. Of course, Sam was not my boyfriend or anything. There were no feelings in the game. But it was still a kind of relationship, even if it was just physical. And it would be…weird to tell him that it was over. To tell him that I was now with Dean. To act casual around him, while remembering all the places he’d touched me, the way he’d made me feel before. But it was necessary and we would get used to it.

“Am I stealing my brother’s girl?” Dean turned to look me in the eyes, a little concerned, a little worried. “No, Dean! I wasn’t Sam’s girl. I was just his friend with benefits. That’s it. We had agreed on a no strings attached relationship,” I stated, assuring him that everything would be good. He nodded, kissed me softly. I grabbed his hair, pulling it a little and he quietly moaned in response. The kiss quickly intensified, he grinned. “Can’t get enough of me, huh?” he teased, pulling me closer, closing the space between our bodies. I felt his manhood rising under my touch, his lips were on my ear whispering dirty fantasies into it. I could feel his hot breath, it made me tremble. “Dean,” I breathed. His hands started to caress my breasts, my nipples and I pushed my hips onto his in pleasure and eagerness. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned. He got on top of me, his hands everywhere, licking my nipples and making me beg for release. It had barely been an hour since the last time we’d loved each other, but it felt like a lifetime. I needed him.

“Baby, please,” I sighed, feeling his hard length on my private parts. He gave in to my request, filling me with a loud moan. I cried out his name as he loved me, his thrusts getting faster and faster. “You feel so good, baby girl, god damn,” his orgasm shook him simultaneously to mine, then he collapsed on top of me. “Man, I just really love you”


Not only was he cute and adorable, but at the same time, Dean was a sex god. He was perfect. I blew a kiss on his cheek. “Are you hungry?” he asked, getting up. “Yes. I mean, I just worked out,” I giggled, earning a mischievous grin from the man that I loved.

“Ok, I’m going to head out and grab some burgers,” he announced, getting dressed, and fixing his wild hair. “Don’t forget the pie,” I told him, smiling. Then I stood up, too. I Slipped over an oversized t-shirt, shorts and pecked him goodbye before he went out.


After Dean left, I went to the kitchen to make some coffee. Gently humming the melody of Stairway to heaven I padded through the room, taking the milk out of the fridge, grabbing a mug.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Sam’s voice made me turn to the door. He stood there, half naked, watching me. I couldn’t hold myself back from admiring his muscular, beautiful body. My eyes wandered over his bare chest, down to… remembering what his hands were able to do to me…

I swallowed hard. Stop it, I told myself, it’s over. “Hi,” I replied, trying to sound as distant and cold as possible. But I knew I’d failed that. My voice was insecure and shaking. I couldn’t control the things he did to me, the arousal that attacked me at the sight of his lips. Oh god, but… his brother.

Dean was so much more than that.

“Are you feeling better?” he stepped closer. I held my breath. I had to tell him that I wouldn’t sleep with him anymore. How was I going to tell him that I fell for his elder brother?

Only inches separated us now. His lips were so close to mine. Too close. “I hope you are, because I need you to fuck me, Y/N,” he growled with that sexy, deep voice. Holy shit. No.

“Sam…Sam, there’s something I need to tell you,” I put my hands on his stomach and pushed him away. He looked at me with confusion in his greenish eyes. “What do you need to tell me?” he wanted to know, lifting my chin up, forcing me to look at him. “We…we can’t do this anymore. We should go back to being…just friends,” I stuttered. “What?” disbelief was written on his face, controlled his features. “We should go back to being just friends.” I repeated. My voice had grown a little stronger. “What? Y/N, what happened? Why should we…stop this? That thing between us is…fucking good,” Sam’s hand touched my shoulders, he tried to get me back on track, to convince me that I was doing the wrong thing. “I can’t keep my hands off you, Y/N.”

“We can’t do this anymore, I’m sorry”

“Why?”

“We just…can’t”

“Tell me why, Y/N, tell me!”

“Because I fell for someone else and now I can’t keep having sex with you”

The words just sputtered out of my mouth. The expression in Sam’s face froze. “You…you fell for..” he shook his head in confusion, stepping away from me. “Who is it?” he asked. I was uncomfortable, I was afraid of telling him, afraid of what his reaction might be. He seemed so hurt. But why was he? We had agreed on No-strings-attached. Did he…develop feelings for me?

I decided that I wouldn’t tell him just now. I felt like I…couldn’t.

Video Chat (Michael Clifford Smut)

(A/N): Sorry I haven’t done ANYTHING lately, I have no excuses. I have a couple smuts that are almost done, I just lost inspiration after like 5 minutes and never finished it. Sorry this kinda sucks, but feel free to leave requests or suggestions :) Also thanks for 500!!

I click on the button on the bottom of my phone screen, holding it down to take a snapchat video. “Michaelllll,” I groan, pouting. I type in his snapchat name and send it.

He’s an hour away at the studio, recording songs for a week. It’s day five and I’ve hardly talked to him, besides the occasional horny texts he sends at night, mixed in with a couple cute ones saying that he loves and misses me.

Hardly a minute later, he sends me a snapchat back. “Skype me,” he whispers, glancing up once in a while.

I do as he says, logging in and calling him up, getting settled on the bed. He answers, out of

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'His hand slips under her skirt, touching her stocking clad leg and hiking up the skirt to her waist as he goes. He feels the hot skin where her thigh-high stocking ended, trailing his hand to her inner thigh, near the source of her heat. A strangled gasp escapes her when she felt his fingers probe her though the thin silk of her undies…'

It’s official… I’m a smut-crazed pervert! XD

I’ve always wanted to draw this scene, I feel Touka wearing garters and stockings should be canon. *cough*perv*cough* I also wanted to write another smutfic based from this scenario—- might just do that someday. XD

I know everyone’s not too happy about TGA, and I feel the same. I find myself being thankful to the people within the fandom who contribute their fanarts and fanfics. It’s a nice way to distract yourself from the effed up excuse of animation you saw.

Since nothing TouKen happened in the finale, I got inspired to finally pick up my lazy ass and draw this… XD

Notes: You guys!!! This story reached 1000+ kudos! *flails* I can’t tell you how much this means to me, honestly. Thank you so freaking much. I can’t say it enough. You guys are the best. Sending endless hugs and kisses your way <333

anonymous asked:

Hello :) can you do a fan fiction where the guy is really into blood play and bondage and the girl has a serious kink for being tied up :) and can it be REALLY smutty and if you do visuals them too please :) your a very talented writer

You woke up but your vision was still black even though you knew your eyes were open, naturally you began to panic. You attempted to move your hands to your eyes to try and remove the black screen that was preventing your eyes from doing their job only to find that you couldn’t, you physically couldn’t. It was only then that you heard the voice of your dearly beloved: Ashton. You didn’t so much hear his voice but you heard his signature dark chuckle that you loved all too much. “You know why I’m doing this, don’t you Princess?” His tone said soothing but his words said something completely different; punishment. It was then that it all clicked into place in your mind, you had taken control two nights ago with Ashton, without his permission. Yes it was amazing, but, Daddy didn’t want his baby girl to be dominant and she was, so she needed to be punished.
When you realized what was about to occur you smirked, he had waited so long you knew he had been planning this out. A slap finds it way to your thigh. “Wipe that smirk off of your face and answer me.” He said sternly. “Yes Daddy, I know.” You answered immediately. You could hear the smirk in his voice as he said “Good.” You felt the bed beneath you gain weight suddenly, knowing he was now sitting beside you. He slid his hand up and down your bare thigh, rubbing light circles into the soft skin. He continued with this, his hand sliding farther and farther up your leg. You sucked in a breath as you felt his hand touch the place where you needed him most, spreading your wetness around. He knew how much you loved being tied up and that’s how you were so ready for him already. You whimpered and pulled on your restraints. “Daddy…” It had been too long already. He lifted his hand off of you suddenly. “Did I say you could speak?” He asked gruffly, feeling the weight off the bed being lifted, he got up and walked to the bottom of the bed.
He let his fingers circle your clit before he began to finger fuck you. He didn’t start off slow, he went fast straight away, not wasting anytime before he added another long finger. His fingertips just brushing your G spot, testing your ability to keep quiet. He began to curl his fingers inside of you, never letting up his fast pace until you came. “Daddy!” You yelled as your orgasm hit you.
As you were coming down from your high you felt the restraints around your wrists and legs being taken off before the darkness is lifted from your eyes. You see Ashton looking down at you, a sly smirk adorned his face. He picked you up as if you weighed nothing and made you straddle his thigh. You sighed in content as you looked down. You loved his thighs, they were so thick and firm. “Get yourself off, Princess.” He commanded, pulling your hips forward on his thigh. You kept going, grinding, feeling his big hands planted firmly on your ass, pushing you down harder and faster onto his thigh, controlling your every movement just the way he liked. “Do you like that baby, hmm? You like feeling Daddy’s thigh between your legs?” He asked, tormenting you with his dirty words as he slowed down your pace on his leg so he could whisper in your ear. You whimpered and he nipped at the skin of your ear. “Use your words, babygirl.” “Yes, Daddy.” He smiled. “Good.” He cooed, before speeding up how fast you were riding his thigh to an incredible pace and making you cum all over his black jeans.
“Look what you’ve done to my jeans.” He tutted, shaking his head as he looked down at the mess. “Sorry, daddy.” You said apologetically. “Sorry isn’t good enough Princess,” he brushed his lips against yours as he demanded “get on your knees.” You did exactly as you were told and were rewarded by the clang of his belt hitting the floor, you reached forward to pull of his pants, eager to feel him only to be met with a slap to the hand. “Looks like you forgot the rules baby.” He scowled before picking back up his belt that you had been wishing would come off the entire night and wrapping them around your wrists, binding them together. He smirked as he pulled off his skinnies altogether and then pumped his cock which was already seeping precum from the tip. He then tapped his dick against your mouth, your lips opening happily. You were about to start sucking him off when he put both of his hands on either side of your head. “I’m going to fuck your mouth so hard babe.” He muttered gruffly before doing exactly what he promised. He thrusted into you, your lips stretched around his cock, always a sight he loved to see. You looked up at him innocently through your lashes, loving how his mouth opened in ecstasy. His cock was going further and further back your throat, almost choking you but you loved it. (Who the fuck wouldn’t? It’s Ashton’s penis!We have all seen the Teen Choice Awards video like too hot, hot damn, call the motherfucking police and the fireman.) A groan and a shout of your name were the sounds you heard as he shot his load down your throat. He smiled before picking you up and laying you flat on the bed once again; restrained and horny.
He lay over you, eye fucking you as he looked down at your naked and sweaty body from all the orgasms and intense teasing. He brushed his lips along every inch of your skin, barely touching you because he was still punishing you, he wasn’t finished with that yet. He noticed how you were awkwardly lying on top of your bound wrists so he turned you around. “Face down, ass up, princess.”
You rubbed your thighs together to hopefully give yourself some relieve as you felt Ashton staring at you, hearing the sound of his hand sliding up and down his dick, the wet sound turning you on even more. It took a while before you felt the presence of him directly above you. You felt some of his damp curls brush off your flustered face before he whispered in your ear. “Do you want my cock, Y/N?” “Yes!” You moaned back, sounding as desperate as housewives (I’m hilarious) “Beg for it.” He said back before leaning back so you could no longer feel him. “Please. Daddy.” You tried, Ashton was biting down on your sweet spot, unrelenting, drawing blood. You were finding it hard to think let alone speak as he left little blood bites showing his love for you all over your neck. “You really think that’s going to make me want to fuck you? Try again.” He reprimanded. You took a breath before letting out: “Please fuck me Daddy, fuck me so hard I scream, fuck me so everyone knows who owns me, who makes me feel this good. I’m your little whore, Daddy, only yours.” There was a pause and you were afraid you had gone too far before you felt Ashton ram into from behind. He leaned over while pounding it to you, deep and hard, his chest flush against your back. “That was so hot baby.” He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut from the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him. “Ashton.” You sighed out in pleasure, his cock always felt so good, always stretched you just the right amount. “Y/N” he groaned back, your saying of his name encouraging him to go even faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, the most delicious sound known to you. He leaned back and pulled your hair to bring you up with him, giving him an even better angle to fuck you deeper. You let out a pornographic moan before hearing an “Oh fuck, Y/N!” And feeling Ashton cum inside of you, your orgasm soon following. He held onto you, helping you both ride out your highs before leaning you both down onto the bed and taking away your restraints.
He pulled you into him, cuddling you while massaging your scalp with one hand, kisses being scattered over your back. “I love you so much.” He whispered in your ear as he continued to show you just how much you mean to him.

~ ConsumedByTheNight