snuggles not smut

Perfect Ten

Summary:  Just like his freckles and bowlegs, Dean’s slight pudge has always been a part of himself that he’s never felt completely comfortable with.  After a few miserable days of unsuccessful dieting and choking down rabbit food, Cas reminds him exactly how beautiful he is.   

“You’re getting kinda chubby!”  

Charlie makes this remark lightly, offhandedly, as she passes by Dean on the way to breakfast that morning:  Dean had been stretching his arms overhead in a yawn so that his cotton shirt rode up over his stomach, which Charlie takes the opportunity to poke.

Startled, he looks down just in time to see the disconcerting way in which her fingertip sort of smushes into the soft, freckly flesh.  

Dean halts in his tracks, blinking comprehensively.  “Wait, what?”  is all he can think to say.

Charlie, who’d been nonchalantly continuing on her way down the hall, turns to look at him.  “Well, you don’t have to sound so offended about it,” she laughs.  “I didn’t mean it in a bad way or anything!”

Dean folds his arms defensively.  “Then what did you mean, Charles?”

“First of all, I answer only to Charlie, Ms. Bradbury, or the Illustrious Queen of Moondoor.  Next, I just meant you put on a couple pounds.  Maybe getting a bit of a tummy.  It’s no big deal.”

Dean looks comprehensively down at his stomach.  Now that he thinks about it, he has been eating more these days – he’s been going through sort of a “nesting period” during his relationship with Cas:  lots of baking pies, burgers, etc.  He didn’t think it was noticeable.  

Taking note of the gravity of his expression, Charlie laughs, punching him lightly in the shoulder.  “You don’t have to look so glum about it!  It’s cute.”

Dean glowers at her, tugging self consciously at his t-shirt.  “M’not cute,” he mutters grouchily.  “I’m a warrior.

Charlie laughs again.  “Alright, warrior.  Hurry up and take care of your morning breath – Kevin’s making waffles again!”

With that, Charlie skips off down the hall, leaving Dean to steep in his juices.  He lets Charlie laugh it off, of course – he knows she didn’t mean any harm – but the fact is, Dean’s always known he’s had a little bit of pudge around his midsection, and he’s always been the slightest bit insecure about it.  Just like his freckles and bowlegs, it’s one of the things about himself that he’s never particularly liked.  

His one solace was convincing himself that these features weren’t as noticeable to everyone else as they are to him.  Now, that seems to have changed.  

Dean pulls up the rim of his shirt, noting sourly the way in which his pudge protrudes slightly over the waistband of his pajama pants.

Suddenly he doesn’t feel so hungry anymore.

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Happy New Year

A fluffy, domestic murder husband smut-session ficlet for my lovely Fannibals. I don’t have much time around the holidays, but somehow this happened so please consider this a token of my undying affection for this fandom. 

Rating: M
Word Length: 2,125
Tags: Domestic murder husbands, fluff/smut, fondling, sheet sex, happy ending

The sunlight stings his eyes when Hannibal rolls over as he breathes in consciously for the first time that morning, immediately identifying (and taking comfort in) the savory, earthy musk of the man lying next to him. He sweeps the hair from his eyes and sits back on his elbows, turning so that he faces the backside of his companion. Dark, tangled curls stick out haphazardly in all directions from a long night of tossing and turning from nightmares that had yet to subside.

Will has a tendency to thrash about in his sleep and often it’s the blankets who suffer the brunt of his abuse, so as usual, the linens are all but kicked aside, leaving his bottom half just barely covered by a thin sheet that drapes perfectly over the curve of his ass. Tilting his head sideways, Hannibal’s eyes narrow to slits, admiring the way the material accentuated his perfect form, falling over just the right spots.

Will’s shoulder flexes and his arm begins to twitch, rustling under the sheets, and he mutters something low, indecipherable; a protest of some sort. Hannibal finds himself frequently hypnotized by Will’s sleeping form – the way his muscles move and stretch with each restless movement, agitated and tense, even unconscious.

A sudden, helpless noise catches Hannibal a little off guard, making him flinch, as Will tumbles over once again, this time rolling flat on his back, arms free at his sides, but fingers twitching. “No, Hannibal,” he groans drowsily, his face contorted in discomfort. A hand shoots up suddenly and clumsily to shield his own face, but the nightmare only worsens and Will’s head begins to jerk from side to side.

A bittersweet pang of guilt shoots through Hannibal’s chest, but he gulps it down, allowing his fingers to move lightly through Will’s hair in repetitive motions, not even hard enough to pull through the tangles. After only a few repetitions, Will’s movements finally still.

Please, no …” Will breathes out, hardly loud enough to hear.

Hannibal moves a hand along the inside of Will’s arm, tracing fingertips over the sensitive skin inside his elbow. 

Shhhh,” Hannibal offers gently, guiding his fingers with the lightest of touches. He reaches the intersection of Will’s arm and torso, and Hannibal pauses, procrastinating by counting the freckles on his exposed abdomen. Of course he already knows the number by heart as he’s long since made it a point to memorize each mole, crease, freckle and scar on the other man’s body, but still … he likes to be thorough.

A voice breaks his count. “Hi.” Will’s voice is raspy and dry, but the warmth still filters through. His lips spread wide at the discovery of Hannibal’s proximity and lingering appraisal, making it clear that he approves by scooting their bodies even closer together and nuzzling into his warmth, yawning loudly.

Hannibal looks down at the sleepy mess of a man and smiles brightly, like he only does for Will, his eyes glowing with an unrivaled fondness. “Hi,” he finally responds, and Will blushes instantly, burning from the heat of his affection.

Will’s heart begins to raise hell despite the foggy, sleepy haze that he’s still trying to shake off, and it beats and kicks thunderously against his chest, doing its best to wake him up. The sight of this devil-may-care Hannibal – propped up with broad, sculpted shoulders, silver and gold hair on both his head and chest slightly disheveled – proves more than enough to stir Will to his senses, causing his morning wood to throb and nag at him irritably. He blinks away the annoyance, sinks into a warm smile, and turns his head to softly kiss the inside of Hannibal’s bicep.

“More nightmares?” Hannibal asks casually, as Will pulls back suddenly, furrowing his brows. He scrunches his nose, remembering the dream.

“Just the same one,” he answers, shrugging. “I live … you don’t.” Hannibal lifts an index finger to the younger man’s chin, angling his head up. 

“Look at me, Will,” he says softly, and obediently, Will looks up through his lashes with brilliantly wide eyes, eager to hear the words.

“I’m right here,” he whispers, leaning in, pressing his lips to Will’s delicately, but catching only a brief taste of skin before pulling back. “We’re both here,” he says, reassuring, and odd as it seems, Will believes him, and even stranger is that he feels comforted by the thought.

Fingers curl around the back of Hannibal’s neck, threading into the fine hair, and Will slides his body closer, lifting his head to force their mouths to meet again. Will licks along the slit of Hannibal’s lips, exploring with his tongue and nips at the softest bits of flesh he can find to suck on. The doctor returns the enthusiasm in kind, biting and sucking in earnest, delighting in his flavor.

After a playful, appreciative hum, Hannibal clears his throat and pulls back once again. Will groans loudly with exaggerated disapproval, propelling himself backwards against the mattress, pretending to pout. The crisp, ivory linen sheet still cover his lower half, the pleated folds of the fabric tenting over Will’s furious erection, leaving little to the imagination. The outline of his boxers, in particular, catch Hannibal’s eye.

Will writhes under the sheet, letting his cock jerk impatiently, desperate to attract his touch. Carefully, with slow and deliberate movements, the doctor lets his hand travel down Will’s stomach, allowing his fingers to wander through the terrain until he reaches the seam resting just below his navel, following the border’s edge. Will’s breath hitches at the back of his throat, exhaling sharply as Hannibal hooks his thumb over the hand-stitched trim, teasing the breach.

His brows draw close and Will’s concentration is fixed on Hannibal’s careful movements, his hips bucking instinctively, chasing the touch. Instead of pulling back the sheet, however, Hannibal lets his fingers explore further, moving beneath the fine-threaded cotton. He throws his head back against the pillow in anticipation of the touch, but Hannibal is light as a feather, completely unsatisfying, yet exhilarating all the same. He tugs at Will’s boxers, pulling them down to his knees, where the younger man finished kicking them away completely. When Will tries to shift from under the covers, Hannibal places a firm hand on his sternum, relegating him back to the mattress. One side of his mouth turns up, hinting at something devious.

Will relaxes onto his back, the friction of the opulently soft fabric over his aching cock only making his erection more intense, now dripping generously, creating a wet stain that immediately steals Hannibal’s attention. He reactively palms the sharp angles and the curve of Will’s hips, letting the cloth barrier pull taut and loose again against his sensitive cockhead, titillating him mercilessly.

Will shows his approval with another enthusiastic thrust of his hips, sliding himself into place under Hannibal’s open palm, which he graciously allows, gently pushing the heel of his hand into Will’s erection, massaging, slowly increasing the pressure. He makes his way up to the damp stain over his swollen cockhead, using his thumb as reaches the tip, circling over the frenulum, and finally, looking tormented, Will moans out the frustration he’s been holding in.

Jesus, Hannibal, that feels good,” he says weakly, sighing it out.

Hannibal beams proudly, thumbing over the tip of his cock once again, this time lowering his head to hover over the same spot, letting his mouth make only the lightest contact. The sudden heat of the breath and contrast of friction gliding pleasantly against his cock makes Will cry out, and he forces himself to bite down on his fist to stifle the sound.

Will doesn’t hesitate to grab for Hannibal, but the older man retreats, moving back to his side, and Will protests with a long, winded groan. He juts his bottom lip out, casting his disappointment up at Hannibal.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” he threatens softly, slipping a deft hand under his own covers and after a bit of adjusting reveals his briefs, displayed off the end of his index finger. His smile is so bold that the sunlight reflects off his teeth, emphasizing his sharp edges and angles, and Will realizes that this is the most gloriously human moment he’d ever witnessed with Hannibal. His lips turn up at the thought.

Hannibal flings the underwear away, causing Will’s eyes to grow wide.

“Wow,” Will replies, arching his brows as if impressed. Hannibal tries to be nonchalant, but Will notices that his eyes keep darting back to the spot where the briefs had landed in a limp pile. He smiles briefly and looks up to Hannibal,  eyes begging him to continue.

Hannibal smiles back, like a standoff, arching his brows playfully.

Will clears his throat, trying to hide the obnoxious smirk that refuses to be hidden. “Well,” he says, words low, but firm, “…go on.”

It’s not a request, so Hannibal obliges, swooping in close, and lifting himself over top of the younger man. Once again, the single linen sheet provides the most inadequate barricade imaginable, Hannibal’s apparently just-as-hard cock now pressing into Will’s from the other side, a torturous, agonizing kind of pleasure.

Will can finally put his arms around Hannibal and lets his palms glide over the bend of his hips, sinking his fingers down into the top of his ass, thrusting his hips instinctively, grinding into Hannibal without even meaning to do so.

Straightening himself, Hannibal straddles over Will, taking his own cock in his hand, wrapping his fingers around his length and tugging upwards, pulling his foreskin up and over the sensitive head. Will’s tongue glides over his lips, explicitly stating his interest in the good presented before him.

In one smooth motion, Hannibal sinks down on top of Will, bringing their bodies together. He kisses along his neck, which vibrates from the guttural noises Will makes with each contact of Hannibal’s meandering lips. With his dick still securely grasped between his fingers, Hannibal pushes his groin into Will, letting him feel that he’s still touching himself on the other side of the sheet.

Fuck, Hannibal, this is torture,” he complains, already breathless.

Hannibal becomes still. “I can stop if you’d like,” he says, the words dripping heavily from his lips.

Will scoffs, then bites down on his lower lip, a smile building underneath. “Fuck you.”

A feral spark lights up his eyes and Hannibal aligns himself with Will, stroking himself against the other throbbing cock, anxious and impatient from the neglect, weighing the fabric down with the abundant outpouring of precum from both men. Will sways his hips in such a way to create friction against him, craving more contact, and Hannibal finally – mercifully widens his grasp around Will’s cock and jerks them off simultaneously. Their hips move in tandem, searching for the intimacy that feels oddly obstructed, yet magnified by the sensation of the barrier.

Hannibal dips his head lower, stealing an unrestrained nip at Will’s unavoidably bitable ear, staying near, kissing at will, feeling himself get closer to the edge. Sweat accumulates at his temples and Will’s hold is still firm, but as his nails start digging into Hannibal’s back, he knows the younger man is nearly spent.

He brings them face to safe, sweaty foreheads pressed together, their breath hot and sticky on each other’s faces. Hannibal pops his hips a little more urgently as he grips them both, the friction of both his hand and their bodies building up to that sweet, impending rapture.

Will comes first, with a mantra of “oh gods” and “Hannibal”, which is more than enough to push him over the cusp as well, warm cum spilling over top of his fingers, onto the sheet separating them. They pant heavily for a minute, taking in each other’s scent and sounds, until Hannibal peels himself away, sitting up a bit, admiring the disheveled mess of sex beneath him. They both look down, appreciating, a grin forming on Will’s still breathless lips. 

“… and they’ll never be soft again,” he says with a giggle. In fact, Will laughs so gleefully at his own joke that Hannibal can’t deny him, joining him and letting himself fall back against the mattress.

“We’ve got plenty of fine linens to choose from,” is all Hannibal says, smiling blissfully.

Will smirks at him, a crooked, debauched sort of thing. “Good. I think you’ll be doing that again.”

Hannibal turns to him, moving the wet, tangled mess of bangs from Will’s forehead, and offers a gentle kiss. “Not a bad start to the new year,” he says, softly, but with a strong undercurrent of pride.

Will rolls his eyes, still grinning. “To more of that,” he quips, stifling a laugh. He turns to face him properly. “Happy New Year, Hannibal.”

“Happy New Year, Will.”

Hannibal watches as Will settles back on his pillow, peaceful now, his eyes closing as he falls back asleep under the watchful eye of his companion.

Originally posted by sirenja-and-the-stag

(Thank you @sirenja-and-the-stag for the absolutely perfect gif <3)

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Soft!Frank Drabble

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

A/N: this is my submission for @atari-writes birthday challenge! Happy birthday my love, I’m sorry this is so short but I promise it’s all fluff (and inspired by that hoodie pic up there…)

My prompts: “I don’t want to be overdramatic but today felt like a hundred years in hell and the worst day of my life” AND “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

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Curiosity Stroked the Cat

Request: “Ok ok hear me out, what if Peter is out with Ned, and comes back home later to see that the reader is wearing his suit, and gets immensely turned on. Is this even possible to make? Cause I’d live for this!”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Smut

Snuggling a little tighter into your jacket as the chilly breeze sifted through the streets of Brooklyn, you turned the corner to find yourself in front of Peter’s apartment block. It was becoming a common occurrence to end up here after you had decided to get fresh air to think, your feet always managing to lead you to the greatest source of comfort in your life. After learning about his big secret, it had just felt so much easier to lay your own out on the table, since there was nothing in your life that surpassed the severity of holding on to a secret identity that important.  

So, tugging your heavy boots into the front foyer and up the stairs, with a light rap at the door, Peter’s Aunt was greeting you with a warm smile.

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Imagine falling asleep on his chest after a long day.

Orrrr… 😏

Laying next to him while he’s sleeping and getting him off.

"Winter Snuggles" (BTS) Yoongi x Reader Smut

-Yoongi x Reader-

(Writers note: I really loved the idea for this and i just really love how it turned out I hope you like it!)

Today was the first day of winter. Time for big sweaters and hot chocolate. Yoongi was supposed to be at the company but today was super snowy so they let them have a day off. You on the other hand were supposed to go to work, but yoongi called in and told them you were “sick.” He wanted to spend the day snuggled under the covers. He loved days like this although he’s always busy writing, snuggles are one thing that can get him away from almost anything.

On days like this Yoongi wouldn’t even let you get up to go to the bathroom and when he did he whined about it. “You were gone so long!” He would always whine. It was still pretty early in the day only around 1. You rolled over so you could look at Yoongi sleeping peacefully.

You smiled to yourself it always made you happy knowing he was resting well. You slowly moved a piece of hair from his face trying not to wake him up. Being the soft sleeper he was he obviously woke up. “You woke me up” you giggled at his words. It always made you feel special because you could wake him up and he wouldn’t get angry unlike if one of his members did.

He kissed your cheek as he pulled you close to him. “You should always know I love you since I don’t get mad when you wake me” he said with a soft chuckle. “Yeah? And if you do get mad?” You asked making a face at him “then kiss me and I’ll get over it”

You giggled “it’s that easy is it?” He looked at you “you could most likely win any argument with me by just giving me a kiss.” “I’ll have to keep that in Mind” you laughed. Yoongi smiled hearing you laugh pulling you close to kiss you again. He snuggled up to you feeling his body so close against you you blushed. “You’re so beautiful” he said softly putting your hair behind your ears. “I love you” he said kissing you again. This was another reason you loved these kinda days because it brought out Yoongi’s mushy side.

“I love you too” you said against his lips. He started to deepen the kiss a bit you could feel yourself become turned on by his actions. He moved his body to were he was on top. Wrapping your arms around his neck he moved his tongue against your lips asking for entrance. You happily allowed him, his tongue pushing into your mouth.

He softly moved his hips against you rewarding him a quiet moan from you. He smirked at the sound as he started to place kisses on your neck and collarbone. You bit your lip trying to not show how much it was affecting you. He slowly made his was down lifting the hem of your shirt to kiss your stomach. He then moved to your hips were he sucked a bit leaving a big purple hickey. You moaned at his actions you felt yourself getting wet and all you wanted was him.

He moved down further pulling your panties off, he hovered over your now unclothed core. You were so wet you could see how much you were enjoying this. He looked up at you as he dipped down to lick slowly up your folds. You couldn’t help but moan In such a desperate way. It obviously turned him on a lot as he pulled his boxers off quickly and started stocking himself.

He made his tongue wide and flat before licking up again but this time he stopped. He smirked up at you before attaching himself you your bud sucking softly. You moaned loudly as he started sucking more, he himself letting out low groans himself.

He looked up at you and you back at him he couldn’t help himself. He moved up to you pulling your shirt off and attaching himself to your lips as he pushed himself in to you. He moved slowly as he kissed you lovingly his hands messaging your breasts. This was the best kinda sex because it wasn’t sex it was love. This was making love and you were so weak for it.

He started picking up his speed hitting all the right spots. You both moaned and groaned loudly your hands flung to his back holding tightly to him. Your body’s against each other as his member went deep into you filling you. You felt like he was the key that could only ever unlock this pleasure.

Yoongi groaned loudly as your legs wrapped around him. You could feel yourself getting close and I think he could to. Your walls becoming tighter around his throbbing member ready to release. He moved taking your hand in his the other hand wrapped around your body. He moved his head beside your ear “Y/n I love you, god I love you so much” your heart was beating even faster. “God Yoongi I love you to” you moaned out loudly as he slammed into you.

“I’m cumming” he said almost in a whisper as he thruster a few more times cuming on the bed. He moved down your body as quick as possible rubbing his fingers over your nub. He sucked harshly on your nips “fuck Yoongi! Right there I’m- I’m cuming!” You screamed arching your back off the mattress as you felt your high take over.

Yoongi pulled you to him as you both came down from your high. Yoongi lifted your head kissing you passionately “Y/Whole/N I love you so fucking much” he said as he pulled away. “I love you so so much Yoongi.”

After a few minutes you both laying down you turned to him “see now if I didn’t wake you, you would have still been asleep” you stuck you tongue out. “Yeah yeah” he said trying to hide his smile as he kissed your cheek. “So how about we get some food I think we both worked up and appetite” he said which made you both laugh.

CS JJ Day 29: Hearth

Summary: In which Emma is always cold, and Killian is always warm.

Rated: M

Warnings: Smut, angst

Words: ~6k

Notes: Much love and gratitude to the organizers at @csjanuaryjoy! Inspired by a prompt from @seethelovelyintheworld, who requested a fic where Emma is cold and Killian is warm, and by the beautiful sketch she drew, which you may find below.  Also tagging @icecubelotr44.

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It’s only when she’s taken everything out of the satchel twice – packing it carefully back in after the first, and tearing it right back out – that Emma allows herself to pout. She treats Neverland like a place of action. Whenever she’s still, it’s a place of mourning, eternal youth and sorrows, and she can’t hardly stand it. Can’t hardly sleep either. There are sounds echoing through the forest – grating, unnatural noises that belong in the winding, industrial alleys of poorly kept city blocks.

That, and she’s sure she’s never been this cold in her life. So she searches for the sweater she’d brought along, with no luck.

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anonymous asked:

Supercorp: Lena always seems to leave for work early before Kara can open her eyes. Just once, Kara would like to wake up before Lena to give her a very good morning.

Kara yawned as she started to wake and rolled over to snuggle into her girlfriend. She squeaked slightly when instead of rolling into Lena’s warm body, she face planted into the pillows.

Kara mumbled into the pillow and continued rolling until she hit the edge of the bed. She scooted until her feet hit the floor and padded out to living room where she knew Lena would have left a note for her.

Sure enough, next to the three sticky buns was a note in Lena’s swirling handwriting;

Morning beautiful :) It looks like you had a busy night from what I saw on the TV. I’ve left three sticky buns for breakfast- I can’t have you wasting away on me!

Kara chuckled as she tucked into the first sticky bun and went about getting ready to head to CatCo, thoughts running through her mind of all the little things Lena does for her; the notes she always left; the breakfast pastries she always put to one side; the flowers she kept buying for Kara, even after they had been together for years.

Kara had been wondering how to repay Lena; she had a few thoughts- a picnic in the park, star gazing at the planetarium, lovely romantic ideas, but Kara wanted to do something different.

She suddenly remembered the morning six months ago; the morning she had stirred from her sleep, hips rolling, moans escaping her lips as Lena’s tongue lapped at her soaked folds. Kara had whimpered at waking up to the sight of Lena between her legs; it was something they had discussed, but Kara had forgotten. Until now.

Lena hadn’t said anything, she had simply made eye contact with Kara when she felt Kara’s fingers tangle into her hair, raised an eyebrow and sucked hard on Kara’s clit.

Kara had come hard, her body wrecked from Lena’s ministrations rousing her from her sleep; she was soaked, her arousal dripping down Lena’s chin as her tongue flicked her clit in hard strokes.

Kara shuddered and twitched her way through her orgasm and flipped Lena over to pin her below before grinning and sliding down Lena’s torso to return the favour.

Kara’s breath hitched at the memory, her mind made up as to how she wanted to wake Lena the next morning. The only problem; Lena was an incredibly early riser.

That night Kara had checked the alarm on her phone three times before she was completely satisfied that she had actually set one. She snuggled into Lena and shivered in anticipation of her plans for the following morning.

It never happened.

At around 2am, her phone blared out; Alex on the other end informing her that Supergirl was needed. By the time Kara actually made it back to their apartment Lena had already left for L.Corp, a note next to the coffee pot reading;

You weren’t here when I woke up- I’m guessing today is a huge caffeine fix day. Love you x

Kara persisted, determined to wake before Lena at least once. After a few ill-fated attempts; Supergirl getting called out, Kara forgetting to set her alarm and a conference call that required Lena to be up at a ridiculous hour, it finally happened.

Kara’s hearing picked up the quiet alarm she had set and she blinked her eyes open. She couldn’t quite believe it when she saw Lena gently snoring next to her, her dark hair splayed across the pillow. She had told Lena her plans which had caused Lena to chuckle, ‘only if you can manage to wake before me, my sleeping beauty…’

Kara placed a gentle kiss to Lena’s shoulder before gently pushing Lena from her side onto her back. She ghosted her fingertips across Lena’s nipples smirking as they went hard, straining against the material of the worn out Supergirl top she insisted on sleeping in.

Kara lightly ran her finger down Lena’s body until they brushed through Lena’s curls; after Kara had divulged her plans, Lena had taken to sleeping commando, something which was driving Kara wild. Lena shifted slightly in her sleep and cocked one of her legs.

Kara started circling Lena’s clit with a single finger, occasionally sliding it down to run through Lena’s folds, while sliding her body down, littering Lena’s body with kisses. She carefully placed herself between Lena’s legs and removed her finger, sucking it clean.

She inhaled the scent that was so Lena and ran her tongue in one long stroke from Lena’s folds up to her clit. Lena’s hips rolled slightly as Kara repeated the motion and she heard a little sigh escape Lena.

Kara continued to tease Lena with her tongue, delighting in the little moans that Lena emitted every time she ran her tongue across her clit.

Kara felt Lena stirring; her centre was grinding against Kara’s mouth and her breathing had become heavier. A few minutes later Kara heard her name leave Lena’s lips as her hand came down to thread itself into Kara’s curls.

‘Oh… Kara’ Lena moaned out as her head rolled back, her lower lip secured between her teeth.

Kara stroked her tongue harder, flicking Lena’s clit after each stroke.

'I’m so close darling’ Lena panted out.

In a repeat of the move Lena had previously pulled on her, Kara simply retained eye contact with Lena, raised an eyebrow and took Lena’s clit between her lips, alternating between sucking and flicking it with her tongue.

Lena cried out as her orgasm washed over her, her hips bucking wildly. She squirmed as Kara kissed the top of her thighs before the Superhero scooted back up to gather Lena into her arms.

'Morning beautiful’ Kara grinned as she placed a soft kiss to Lena’s forehead.

'Mmm, very good morning’ Lena chuckled out as she snuggled into Kara. 

Me With Open Arms

Chapters: 1/1, 2557 words
Fandom: One Direction (Band)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Rain, because obviously :D, Domestic Fluff, Domestic, Smut, Sexual Content, Hand Jobs, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff and Smut, Porn with Feelings

#11 - It’s raining.

Louis carefully wound one arm around Harry’s shoulders and made himself comfortable once again. He carded one hand into Harry’s luscious locks, stroking his scalp and absentmindedly petting his hair. Indulging himself, he caught a whiff of Harry’s hair, smelling deliciously of green apples, like a reminder of warmer summer days.

Tilting his head back until he came to rest against a fluffy pillow behind him, Louis settled in to gaze up at the large dormer above them.

Poly! Jaeten

  • Jaehyun and ten btw
  • Ok so they were probably to nervous to approach you for like a date
  • So you guys became friends first
  • You knew they were dating though
  • So you guys were friends for like9 months before they finally had the courage to ask you to join the relationship
  • It was so cute because they got real shy then jaehyun rushed out his words
  • You knew what they said though
  • Ofc you. Said yes
  • So here you are 2 and half years later
  • You are usualy in the middle of cuddles
  • They dont like to leave you out
  • Ten buriess his head in your chest and jaehyun buries his head in your neck
  • They are like giant teddy bears.
  • If you have to move and get up they try their best to keep you in
  • “No jagiya. You cant leave us. You feel so good”-ten
  • Jaehyun makes him let you get up
  • “She has work to go to. So do we. We have dance practice.Get up. Taeyong was mad at us the last time we were late”-jaehyun
  • “Dance practice?”-you
  • “Yes. I know how much you love to see us dance”-ten
  • You end up calling in sick and going with them to watch dance practice
  • Ten moves his hips more than usually because he knows he gets you riled up
  • jaehyun bites his lip and flexes more
  • You just sit there staring at them dance
  • After its over they know they’ve worked you up
  • “Jagiya i saw you staring at my hips. You like how i move them dont you? I know you do. You like how jaehyun flexes? We are all for you. Wait until we get home. We will have you begging for more-ten whispers in your ear slightly pinching the inside of your upper thigh
  • Dirty stuff👌👏👏😉😩
  • They do have you begging
  • They may be soft in public but they are monsters in the sheets
  • Jaehyun likes double penetration
  • So you will ride jaehyun while ten fucks you from behind
  • Jaehyun is the total dom
  • Ten loves to slap you guys’ ass
  • It could be anywhere but mostly in bed
  • Ten swivels his hips and that sends you into a long climax
  • After you finish jaehyun fucks ten in front of you
  • "You like how i fuck him?”- jaehyun
  • Aftercare is a must have
  • They help you to the shower and wash you off
  • Then you guys’ snuggle to sleep

Originally posted by markleesdoft

Originally posted by tensct

Fire Emblem: Fates Request

Requester: @tifzhe200

Prompt: Kissy Face Ask Meme:  I’m in the mood for my second husbando today. ☺️ and Leo

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched Leo skirt about the library, several books balanced in one hand as the other reached out to skim the worn and tattered covers of books still on the shelves. In a time of peace you saw little reason for him to be so intent in studying battle strategy, though he’d insisted that one could never be too careful. You weren’t in the mood to argue, and honestly, seeing the blonde in his element was well worth sitting about waiting for him. His focused face was positively adorable, brow scrunching as he read the covers, head tilted ever so slightly to the right as he tried to remember where he’d put the book he was looking for last.

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Coming Home Survey

How does everyone feel about increased PDA between family in Coming Home?

I am thinking if Tony is not up to his usual amount of physical/emotional support for his Omegas and the betas, they will be seeking more comfort from each other.

So, some Stucky NSFW, more of the three male Omegas snuggling/ light smut? Maybe Nat/Pepper snuggles (not Smut since pep is Ace), maybe Sam/Bucky since they started such a good bond in Broken. Sam/Nat etc.

Thoughts? Particular pairings you’d like to see? (Also, I’m leaving Bruce out of this because he is Ace/doesn’t even really like to be touched so this doesn’t apply.)

Casual Affair

REQUEST: Hello. If you’re still taking requests could I possibly have one where Dan and the reader have sex to Casual Affair by Panic! At The Disco?

As soon as the rhythmic drums and slow melody of ‘Casual Affair’ by Panic! At the Disco begin, you start twitching in your seat and eyeing Dan across the room. You’ve been laying in his bed listening to music and scrolling through Tumblr while he’s sitting at his desk writing his new video.

“Hey Dan?” you ask, testing the water to see how absorbed he is with his work.

“Yes dear?” he replies, shooting you a glance.

“You know, this song always kinda put me in the mood…” you trail off, hoping he’s getting the hint.

It takes him a second. “The mood..?” he asks, looking confused. But then you can see the lightbulb turn on in his head. “Ahh, the mood.” He grins, getting up out of his chair and moving across the room to the bed. You move your computer off your lap and onto the nightstand as he crawls up toward you. Biting your lip and smiling, you pull off his shirt as soon as he’s close enough for you to reach it.

He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close before pressing his lips hungrily to your’s. As quickly as you can, you both shed your clothing between passionate kisses. On the line ‘take any moment, any time. A lover on the left, a sinner on the right’ Dan enters you and you gasp with pleasure.

“God, Dan,” you moan in his ear as he thrusts in time to the music. He smiles at you before leaning down to kiss your neck. With one hand, he’s holding himself up and with the other he reaches between your bodies and presses a finger to your clit, rubbing circles.

“Faster,” you moan again, bucking your hips up to meet him, keeping perfect rhythm to the sensual song. He does go fast, but only just, knowing exactly the speed to set you off. And it totally works. Nearing the end of the song, you feel yourself reaching climax and once it takes over your body, your toes curl and you scratch down Dan’s back, screaming his name.

He follows soon after, and finishes just as the song comes to an end. He rolls off you to the side, both of you breathing heavily. “I love it when that song comes on randomly and we’re alone,” he says, scooting close to you and pressing a kiss on your shoulder. You giggle in response, snuggling into his chest.

smut-mutt-forever  asked:

So I used to think I belonged to a different house but found out I’m a whole hearted hufflepuff! Lol and I’m a huge hufflepuff and Slytherin ship lol and who ever posted that ask with that ship is yes and I literally love you’re whole blog ! I relate so much 💕💕💕💕💕

Thanks so much for the love. I’m glad you found a house that fits you best.

My Phanfics

My phanfiction, sorted from oldest to newest. They’re only on tumblr at the moment so this is where you’ll find them all. Enjoy!

One Part…

The Rubbish Chute:   -   (2.3k words)

Dan and Phil live in the same block of flats and have their first conversation through the rubbish chute. When Phil loses his keys in its metally depths he spends the night with Dan.

All I Want for Christmas is You:   -   (788 words)

Phil announces his Christmas song choice, “All I Want for Christmas is You,” and unknown to the audience, dedicates it to Dan. Vaguely based off of Dan and Phil’s radio show 07/12/15.

Philly Bit My Finger:   -   (2.24k words)

In the process of filming for YouTube rewind, Phil is required to sit on Dan’s lap while they re-enact the ‘Charlie Bit My Finger Video’. They feel this is risky for their established but secret relationship but go ahead with it anyhow.  

Erecting Tents:   -   (3k words)

Dan and Phil go on a little camping trip. Phil insists he will put the tent up by himself and Dan looks on in amusement as it goes wrong. Phil gets pretty down about his failure and Dan cheers him up, Phil admitting his feelings for Dan somewhere in the process. A sunset, a cold night, snuggles and smut…

Fluffy Morning After:   -   (998 words)

Just one big bath fluff the morning after rough sex….

Doctor Dan:   -   (2.5k)

Phil gets carsick driving between tatinof stops and Dan makes him feel better. Fluff.

He Had to Go:   -   (1745 words)

Dan has a bladder condition and it takes an intervention from Phil to get him to the toilet in time. An unexpected boner leads to some… watersports.

Shaking, Crying, Planes in Storms:   -   (11.5k words)

Dan is extremely claustrophobic and suffers a bad panic attack on the plane home from vidcon, but Phil is by his side, there to help. A surprise awaits them at the airport, and again, Phil has to help Dan. However, once they’re home, a video on his anxiety puts everyone at ease.

A Ray of Sunshine:   -   (897 words)

Phil scares Dan by coming out of his room in the middle of the night. Comforting fluff ensues.

Eskimo Kisses and Christmas Wishes:   -   (10.5k words)

Dan gets a nasty surprise when he at last comes out to his family just before Christmas. Alone and out in the cold, he makes the trip up to Manchester where he spends Christmas with Phil and his family. It’s a struggle for Dan, being in such a loving family environment when he has just been evicted from his own, but Phil does his best to look after Dan and cheer him up as best he can.

Alone, then Not So Alone:   -   (1.9k words)

It was one of their few nights in a hotel during TATINOF and Phil was alone and feeling a bit homesick. Eventually he gives in and makes a visit next door to Dan’s room, despite it being the middle of the night. Dan comforts his worries and invites him to stay with him for the night. A confession from Phil leads to a change in their relationship…

Out of the Crowd:   -   (3.1k words)

Stuck in a crowd at vidcon, Dan has an anxiety attack and Phil has to get him out of there. Comforting and hugs take place in a private youtuber lounge before they are due on a panel. Fluff.

Crash Barriers, Cold Night Air:   -   (3.3k words)

It’s a bumpy night on the tour bus for Dan and Phil, and Phil’s feeling a little sick. Through a trip outside to get off the bus, and a reminder of what dinner looked like, Dan takes care of Phil. Fluff.

Red, Lies and ‘I Love You’s:   -   (6.8k words)

Phil and trans!Dan are at Playlist Live and run into a complication when Dan gets his period during a meetup. Phil and Louise come to the rescue. Fluff.

Maybe It’s All a Dream:   -   (1.4k words)

It takes some love from Phil to get Dan up after his late night web browsing put him in a state of reality questioning existential crisis. Fluff.

Up-Down Hills and Forgotten Pills:   -   (4.2k words)

A road full of hills and forgetting his pills isn’t exactly Phil’s idea of fun. Phil gets travelsick on the tatinof bus and Dan looks after him. Fluff.

The Human Requirement to Breathe:   -   (5.6k words)

It’s a difficult life for Dan. Being famous and recognisable isn’t easy when you’re walking through a crowd of people… especially when you’re claustrophobic. Phil runs a coffee shop and an unusual customer ends up meaning more to him than he ever expected.

The Human Requirement to Breathe - The Sequel:   -   (5k words)

After meeting under unusual circumstances in Phil’s coffee shop, Dan and Phil finally get to go on their first official date, after spending Christmas apart. 

A Literal Pain in the Arse:   -   (7.9k words)

Late into the night, Dan’s boyfriend Steven takes an abusive turn. It’s up to Phil to rescue him and give him the aftercare and consolation he needs.

Lean On:   -   (7.5k words)

It’s halfway into the tour and Dan’s feeling a bit run down. When he doesn’t have the energy, Phil is a shoulder to lean on. Inspired by these photos from dapgo…

Don’t Cry Over Spilt Milk:   -   (2k words)

Phil comes back from the doctors after finding out he’s lactose intolerant, which is hard for him to come to terms with. 

Underneath the Bandages:   -   (6.7k words)

Dan hits his head whilst masturbating, and despite being rather awkward, the incident brings him closer with his best friend, Phil.

Marshmallows:   -   (698 words)

Phil is a little upset after hearing some bad news and Dan comforts him.

Small and Vulnerable:   -   (4.2k words)

Dan and Phil have been at a Youtube party in London and Dan had a little too much to drink.

Okay:   -   (2k words)

Phil isn’t good with crowds and gets into a state of panic as he and Dan get caught up in one at a youtube event.

Chicken:   -   (10k words)

Dan is worried that his social anxiety is going to mess up his job interview, but that becomes the least of his problems when he gets his vibrator stuck up his butt the night before.

Stay Hydrated:   -   (3.4k words)

At a YouTube convention, Dan gets up too fast in excitement to see his American friends. What seems to be a combination of dehydration and his orthostatic hypotension causes him to pass out.

His Little Accident:   -   (1k words)

When Phil awakes in the middle of the night, it’s clear that one of them has had an accident… a lot of consolation is required. 


Someday:   -   (122k and counting)

“Everyone had a link with their soulmates, some could hear some of their partners thoughts, some had a tattoo that would appear with their partners name; for me, I knew when they got sick.” For a while Phil has thought that his soulmate might have an eating disorder and doesn’t expect to meet him in the restaurant where he works.

Snugglin’ Time with Rumbelles!
(HiatusSundayFluff - Week 1)

Got7 Yugyeom Masterlist

The follwing are yugyeom smut, fluff, one shots etc (none of these are written by this blog and will credit owners when using their entire masterlist)

The following are from imsarabum

The following are from ahgaseposts

Snuggle Struggle 

Dance Practice (smut) 




Bad Girl, Good Boy 


Borrowed Book

~warning: mild smut~

“Wait, move the couch a little to the left.” As you studied the placement of the couch, Jordan looked up at you with a hopeful gaze and asked with an out of breathe voice, “Good?” “Hmm… A smidgen to to the right.” He sighed a bit as he started to push the couch as you requested, and for one final time he asked, “Am I done?”

With a flirtatious smile, you walked over to him so you could wrap your arms around his neck while he found his arms around your waist. “Thank you sweetie,” you said as you pursed your lips. The feeling of his lips found yours as you closed your eyes to live in the bliss of the moment. His hands run up along your spine as he tried to push your body closer to his; but as you let out a moan from the sensual feeling of his hands traveling your body, you suddenly felt something grab at your ribs making you leap from your spot as you yelped from the ticklish feeling.

“Jordan!” you yelled with a laugh as you hit his arm. “Oww,” he said while he rubbed his arm where you hit him, Ohh you’re gonna pay for that!“ Right after he said that, you saw the mischievous look in his eyes as he reached out to tickle your ribs some more, but you leaped out of the way in the knick of time. As you ran around the living room, laughing and screaming as you dodged around the furniture, you looked behind you to see how close he was and saw that he was right on your tail.

Since you knew you were going to get caught, you stopped running and faced towards him, but at the last second you didn’t see that you were about to run into the couch; leaving both of you yelping as you fell over. When you felt yourself falling back, you got scared and reacted by grabbing Jordan and bringing him down with you. By the time you hit the couch, you had rolled off to the side with both of you hitting the cushioned ground and you lying dominantly on top of him.

All the rolling and falling left both of you in fits of laughter as you held onto one another. "It’s your fault!” you teased. “Nuh-uh! You’re the one that took me down with you.” Little chuckles filled the room, but then Jordan’s laughter slowly faded down until he just gazed up at you with that gleam in his eyes that made him look like he was smiling from within.

“What?” you asked with a shy smile. “Nothing.. Just thinking about how beautiful you are.” While you looked away with rosy cheeks, you chuckled playfully as you hit him lightly and said, “You’re so cheesy.” “I know, but you like it."When you looked up at him, you saw him wink at you like a goofball, but you laughed at how true that was.

The next thing you felt was his lips crashing against yours and you responded by grabbing the back of his neck so you could deepen the passion. His kisses started to slowly trail down, and when he got to your neck, you tilted your head back so he could give you his sultry love-bites. As you grinded your body against his, low moans escaped his lips with a hint of a growl, and then in one swift movement he flipped you around so that he could be on top.

While you kissed passionately on the floor, Jordan made sure to grind his crotch against yours, letting you know how hard he was getting by the second, but your little moment was interrupted by the sound of a phone buzzing off in another room. Jordan stopped mid-kiss and sighed as he slowly got up from his position, but before he could leave, he made sure to give you one last kiss before whispering, "We’ll continue this later.”

~requested by alyshasparks & anon~

gif by: jerry-the-spook

Rough Day: Jin


Coming home after a rough day at dance practice Jin just can’t seem to get the new choreography right. He makes his way through the door and notices you sitting on the couch in just a tank top and some cute underwear. maybe he stared at your panties too long but god they looked good on you. Jin pushes the door shut and you turn around to smile at him “Hey babe” you call out. he just murmurs back a small hey but you’re too engrossed in the game to hear him. Jin walks over and sits down on the couch next to you. He kinder just watches you play for a bit as he explores your body with his eyes. He would be lying if he said his dick didn’t get hard every time your boobs would jump when you got angry at the game or when you would flick your hair behind your ears. You pause the game to get up and get some water. As you walk away you’re pulled back as Jin latches onto your wrist. Spinning you back to face him he pushes you down onto the couch and pins you against the backboard of the couch. You can barely move and Seokjin begins to grind down on you and you can feel his already hard dick getting harder in between you legs. He smashes his soft lips against yours and in between harsh kisses you manage to ask “rough day huh?” he doesn’t reply but instead just kisses you harder. He can feel your panties getting wet underneath and smiles into the kiss. He pushes you legs further apart and grinds into you. You moan out. Jin can feel you building and decides to try and ease some of the tension. He removes one of his hands from your face and slides it down in between your legs and rubs your clit. The sounds you make. Moving your panties to one slide Jin slides in two fingers straight away and curls them up inside you. Scissoring them as he teases your insides. Pumping them in and out, Jin pushes you closer and closer till you climax for the first time. but he has only just begun. Wrapping your legs around his waist he picks you up and carries you the bedroom. Dropping you onto the bed Jin quickly takes off his clothes from practice, a day he is already starting to forget. A naked Jin crawls onto the bed and you open you legs up to him already knowing what comes next. Jin crawls till he is positioned on top of you and without warning he thrusts into you. You arch your back trying desperately to get closer to him with every breath. His knuckles turn white on the backboard as he grips on and pounds into you. he is so much rougher than usual and you love the change of pace. Jin breathes heavily into your ear as he kisses you down your jaw and leaves you hickeys. You move your hands down his soft abs and he rips them off. Pinning them above your head where you can’t touch yourself or him. You can feel Jin building as much as you are as the thrusts get stronger and faster. Its not long before you come tumbling over the edge and Jin isn’t far behind. A few final thrusts and Jin cums into you hard and fast. You both ride out your orgasm together and then jin slides out and lies beside you. “Yeah I had a rough day”. You both just kind of giggle as Jin snuggles into you.