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Cookies (M)

Originally posted by wonhontology

Wonho x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Face riding, slight spanking, dirty talk,

Word Count: 3,035

Summary:  You’re new in the neighbourhood, and decide to be a good person and go introduce yourself to your neighbours. Turns out that was a bad idea.

A/N: This is my fic. I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.


Being the new girl was tough. It was tough in high school, it was tough at a new job, and it’s still tough on moving day. You had just moved downtown into a cute apartment on the 10th floor of a pretty nice building. You loved being so close to everything, and the view you had made the hassle of moving up here worth it. You were still unfamiliar with your neighbours and neighbourhood, having only moved in a week ago. You took the opportunity a rare day off gave you to walk around and explore, as well as introduce yourself (finally). Baking wasn’t your strongest skill, but you tried, and made some cookies to take to your neighbours. You were glad you had taken this chance to introduce yourself, as everyone you met seemed friendly and kind.

Until you met 10A.

10A was the guy that resided in the apartment next to yours; he was relatively quiet, so you didn’t know what to expect. You knocked on the door and waited for the owner to open it, and when he did, you regretted doing this ‘introducing-yourself-to-your-neighbours-to-be-nice’ bullshit in the first place.

He was beautiful, and he was in nothing but a towel. His milky white skin still glistening with water even in the harsh lighting of the hallway, his damp bleach blond hair that begged to be touched, wide brown eyes that made him look both cute and sexy, and plump, pouty pink lips that made you want to bite them until they bruised, his toned chest and stomach that made you want a peek under that towel, he was too much at once and you were quickly becoming a flustered mess. Your eyes travelled back up only to see him staring back at you, eyebrow raised, head cocked to the side, and a smirk plastered on his face.

“You gonna tell me what you’re here for or are you gonna just keep staring, baby?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes, your earlier lust filled thoughts were shattered by the conceited remark.

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Study and Going Steady - Jeff Atkins Smut

Jeff Atkins x reader

Request: I was wondering if you could do a smut on Jeff Atkins about y/n coming to his house while his parents are away and we want to “Study” but things go another certain way

WARNINGS: Fluff, smut, cursing

Originally posted by knightlley

“I’m heading out now mom!” I scream as I head for the door.

“Okay hun, text me when you get to his house, love you!”

I say a quick love you too as I lock the door and jog to my car. I’m happy cause I’m staying the night at my boyfriend Jeff’s house. His first game can be next Friday if he passes his upcoming test so I promised him I will help him study before we binge watch cringy romance movies. As I pulled into his car, I noticed his parents car isn’t there. I forgot they went away on a business trip for the weekend. I knock on the door and as soon as it opens I’m welcomed by his lips.

“Hey beautiful” he smiles.

“Hello hunnybun” I joke as I walk into his living room.

“Oh gosh, let me stick to the cute names” he laughs as he jumps on the couch.

“Whatever you say boo bear” I smile as I sit down and put my legs on his lap. 

“Did you bring everything for the night?”

“Yep textbooks, pencils, pajamas, charger, hair ties, underw-”

“You don’t have to tell me everything babe” he laughs

“Yeah yeah when do you want to start studying?”

“Uh how about you go upstairs change into your pjs while I get us some food then we can start.”

 I nod my head and take my bag to his room. He has such a modest, but boyish room. I change into my clothes, purposely bringing the tight shorts and tank top Jeff loves so much. I throw my hair in a messy ponytail and get our books out.

“So I brought some classic chips and popco-”

He stopped and made no effort to hide the fact that he was staring right at my ass. That made me blush as I tried to pull down the already revealing shorts.

“And y-you expect us to study with you wearing that?”

“Wearing what?” I ask innocently as I turn away from him to put the rest of the books on the bed. I then felt his breath behind me as he grabbed my waist and pulled my back towards him. 

“This” He said and started kissing my neck and went from my waist to my breast, knowing I don’t wear a bra to bed. A light moan escaped my mouth as I put my hands over his. I felt him smirk on my neck and I almost forgot what we were suppose to do.

“Babe babe babe” I squirm from his grip as I turn to face him and peck his lip. 

“I love you, but we really need to study so I can cheer you on at Friday’s game”

he sighed, but he knew I was right. “Fine fine, but your missing out” he jokes as he slaps my butt. 

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“Jeff pay attention!”

“I am babe I swear”

“Which president wrote the Declaration of Independence then?”

“Um.. Abraham Jefferson?”

“Yeah, no this studying is over, I hope your going to enjoy watching the game on the bleachers with me.” I start closing our books and Jeff grabbed my hands.

“I’m sorry babe, I just can’t stop looking at you that’s all, it’s easy for Jensen to tutor me because he isn’t my hot girlfriend.”

“Shall I dress up like Clay then?”

“No no no” he laughs.

“Then what do you want to do?”

he bits his lip and looks at me up and down as he climbs on top of me. he leans down to my ear and kisses it, “you” he whispers.

I can’t help but moan at how sexy that sounded and push him down onto the bed. I attack his mouth, not that he had a problem. He grab my thighs and squeeze them. I wrap my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. his hands travel to my butt as his slides his hands inside my shorts. I rub against his pants and start to feel his bulge coming on. He starts groaning and I smile against his lips. He stops kissing only to remove our shirts and turn me over. He starts to slowly kiss my neck, knowing I hate it.

“Jeff stop teasing” I wine.

“Sorry baby” he smirks.

He started to harshly suck on my sweet spot and I moan into his neck. He then goes to one of my breast and starts sucking on my nipple while massaging the other and then switching. I squirm under him, grabbing his brown hair just wanting to feel him already.

“Babe, I want you already” I wine

“In just a second” he smiles as his kisses travel to my thighs. he pulls my shorts down painfully slow, making me a groaning mess. he laughs at my reaction and comes back up to kiss me. I feel vulnerable being completely naked under him so I tug on his sweats so he gets the idea which he does. He pulls them down and went back to sweetly kissing me. I then feel his hands go in between my legs and I suck in my breathe. He circles his fingers around my clit and I try hard not to moan.

“Oh my go- Jeff!”

he bits his lip as he watches me come undone under him. I buckle my hips into his fingers and just need to feel him. 

“Jeff please..” I whimper with my eyes a shut. 

He doesn’t make me ask again as he grabs one of his condoms from inside his nightstand and slide it on. I can’t help but stare at his huge member and grab it in my hand, knowing he likes me to put it towards my entrance. He groans from my touch and kisses me passionately. He positions himself and stops kissing to look at me.

“Are you ready babe?”

I smile at him for always asking before he did anything. I nod my head and he slowly pushes himself into me. I moan and grab his arm as he stretches me. When he’s all the way in, he stops so I can adjust to him. He starts to slowly thrust into me and I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Fu-Jeff- my god” I moan. He takes my moans as his que to go faster. He takes my legs and wraps them around his waist as he starts quickly thrusting to me. I start to lose air from his speed. I dig my nails to his back and come close to almost screaming.

“Jeeeeeff! Fuck! my gosh!!” He puts one off my legs on his shoulder to deepen himself and goes faster. I moan with every pound he gives me. He’s a groaning mess as he whispers curse words with sweat coming down his forehead. His grip on my waist tightens as his thrust become more sloppy. 

“Babe I-I’m about to-”

I moan over his words as his thrust still didn’t slow down, but only got faster. I felt my stomach tighten as now both of my legs are over Jeff’s shoulders, feeling all of him. 

“Je- I c-can’t” before I can finish I came undone under him.

“Fuck y/n” his thrusts got sloppier as he rode out his high, putting my legs down and kissing my forehead. he slid out of me and collapsed onto the bed next to me. Both of us breathing hard, he turned over so that he was facing towards me and wrapped his arms around my bare torso. He started tracing small circles on my side and pecked my lips.

“If this is whats gonna happen every time we study, I don’t mind sitting on the bleachers” he lazily smiles.

“Well I’m not, your playing next game so text Clay”

“Fine, later” he sighs. 

He looks in my eyes and smiles “I love you babe”

“I love you too munchkin” I smile

“What did I say with the names!”

be a good girl

A/N: okay, so, i caved and i….. wrote my very first smut….. here you guys go, i hope you enjoy, there’s literally no plot, its just peter smut.

pairing: peter x reader

peter hooked his fingers in your shirt collar and used it to drag you closer. you were wearing a short skirt and his pants were already unzipped, giving him easy access to you.

“how bad do you want it?” he murmured against your neck, dragging his hands down your sides until they rested on your hips. you bit your lip and stayed propped up on his lap, grabbing his shoulders.

“bad,” you replied, almost panting already. just the anticipation was making your mouth water.

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Imagine being mute and Daryl saving you from Shane's advances

WARNING : MENTIONS OF ASSAULT/ NEAR RAPE EXPERIENCE

(Wooo Daryl :3 and shame on you Shane -_- lol sorry I made Shane an ass but that’s the request XD so hope it is as requested and you all like it :D Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

From the start of the outbreak, you found yourself being part of a group that had bonded over while stuck in the traffic.

Despite having difficulty communicating with them, as you were born mute, they had welcomed you and had found different ways to talk to you.

Over the time, you had grown close to Daryl, as he would often offer you help with whatever it is that you needed and just felt like he oddly got along with you a lot.

When he first met you, he was clueless about you being mute and simply thought you were quiet and someone who liked to keep to yourself.

He didn’t want to bother you with what might be some rude questions, so he just kept it to himself until one night by the campfire, he finally figured it out.

He notice how he had made you laugh but as no sound would come out, he forgot himself and asked you honestly, only to get an answer from the others around.

~~~~

Since, he felt even more attached to you and would do all sorts of thing to keep you safe. He had even taken the habit of learning sign language from you just to be able to understand you even more.

Although, he would be confused and just straight up be clumsy, it all made you smile to see his efforts and just as him you felt like you wanted to be closer to him.

You had even taught him something you had never had the habit to do for anyone else but your older brother, the sign you had both made up for “I trust you”.

You put your hand to his chest to feel his heartbeat and with your finger simply crossed an x on him and tapped three times for each of the words.

After explaining to him in your way how special it was, he caught onto it’s meaning and teared up with a big smile.

“You’re silly…Trusting me? You really feel that way?”

You let out a smile and nodded at him. Putting your hand to his, you did it one more time, making him grab your wrist to truly understand the meaning.

He pulled your hand away and reached over to do the same.

It didn’t make you feel uncomfortable whatsoever and neither did it him as to you both, it was the meaning behind the gesture that mattered.

“And I trust you as well…Y/N…”

He looked into your eyes after it and suddenly realized how he had been holding your other hand and got embarrassed about it.

You noticed how he changed and simply shook your head at him. It made him ruffle your hair jokingly and say, “Don’t shake your head at me…You get embarrassed too sometimes…I see you…”

As your smile came back, he laughed along with you and you both stayed by the fire for a little while before heading to your tents.

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As you sat there, smiling, someone else has had his eyes on you for a while. From his tent, Shane had witness everything and seemed to be particularly interested into seeing you being so casual about a man putting his hand to your chest.

It didn’t matter that it wasn’t sexual, he only saw it as an opportunity that he himself could have.

After Rick has introduced himself to all of you, Lori had dumped and pushed him away from her life and it just devastated him. He needed someone for a while and seeing you so comfortable around a man, gave him ideas.

~~~~~

With what had happened at the CDC and to most of your cars, you all traveled along the road to find a better place to keep you safe for the moment.

The weather was hot and the sun was starting to set, making Daryl move out to go get something to eat.

He quietly parted away from all of you and although you would want to follow him, he signaled you that he’d be back soon enough.

You nodded and with that, you were left with the others to help set up the camp. Suddenly, you felt Lori tapping your shoulder and as you turned to her, she kindly signaled you to help find some mushroom for the late dinner.

She explained herself that she had to stay by Carl’s side for the while as he had gotten sick. You nodded, understanding her reason and took the bucket she handed.

~~~~

You walked further away from the camp and carefully searched for whatever was edible, really.

You touched the ground to feel whatever you could in the grass and eventually got on your hands and knees to pick up the goods you found.

Without noticing, you strayed further from the camp, wanting to completely fill up your bucket. You heard some rusting and crackling of leaves here and there but simply didn’t put too much thought into it.

At some point, the noise grew closer and made you turn your head to check around. Nothing. You kept searching for a moment and heard it all again. You felt like leaving but as you turned around, Shane appeared in front of you.

It made you jumped but only served to make him chuckle. Taking a few deep breaths, you managed to “ask” him, as to what he is doing here.

He simply shrugged and titled his head to the side as it still made him laugh to see you. You were wearing shorts, your shirt inside your flannel was tight enough to give him an idea of your body and the fact that you were mute, made it perfect for what he had thought of doing to you.

Far away, from any prying eye, he knew he could finally make you his and probably even hurt Lori while at it.

With you signalling him your question, he decided to not understand anymore and just hinted at you as to what will come to you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N…I don’t get what you mean…”

He got closer as he said those words and made you back away from him. You knew something was off and strange about him and couldn’t let yourself down.

You responded in a more aggressive way and completely forgot about the bucket, as you let it drop to the ground, in order to use both your hands.

He kept walking towards you and claiming that he really didn’t understand your meaning. You shook your head at him and kept trying to push him away with your “words”, only to suddenly feel yourself being grabbed by the arms.

He hold you closely to him and you knew of his intentions. You panicked and tried to fight him off but it came to no use as he pinned you down to the ground.

He gripped your wrists to have more control over you and with a cocky smile, he said “Don’t fight it…I saw you with Daryl the other night…You like being touched by men, don’t you…”

He proceeded to slide his hand down your chest and instantly you tried to get him away from you.

You moved your arms as much as you could but nothing would seem to make him stop. Quite the opposite, he took it as a sign of to start kissing your neck thinking that it’ll calm you down.

You hated each instant of it and tried to butt your head against his but swiftly he’d move to the other side of your neck. His grip on you tighten when you would try to kick him off and and his lips would only suck on you harder.

You wanted to scream out but nothing but your faint strangled groan would come out. You heard him chuckle and he just had to taunt you.

“Poor you, Y/N…No one can hear you here…You’re stuck here with me…And after this…you’ll just want to be mine…”

He kept at it and you slowly felt yourself growing tired from the fight you put out and your grunts only made you breathless.

You felt his finger slide to your pants and into your panties, you were losing hope and thought of how much of a mistake you made, going so far off the tracks.

You thought as to what the others might say and think and knew he had you in the palm of his hand. With Rick being his friend and how close the others were, you didn’t think anyone would believe your side of the story and that made you tear up.

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You thought it over and over and tried to forget as to what was happening. Closing your eyes, you denied it until suddenly you heard some leaves rustling again and a familiar and angry voice behind Shane.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

In that instant, you felt Shane being lifted up and saw him being pushed to the ground.

It was Daryl and you couldn’t be any happier to see him. Daryl had straddled Shane and with no hesitation he started to punch him.

He didn’t had to witness all of it to know in his heart you wouldn’t have ever agreed to this. It angered him to see you being taken advantage that way and he couldn’t believe it would’ve been someone in the group.

He started to yell at him in anger and didn’t even wait for any explanation to keep going. Blood spewed out onto him but it didn’t matter to him.

He wanted to protect you and make sure that this kind of behavior never ever happens again.

“You think you can just take advantage of her like that? What the fuck is wrong with you!Don’t! You! Ever! Fucking! Touch! Her! Again! You fucking piece of shit! Do you understand!”

He yelled and kept striking him, making sure his message was understood. He didn’t feel his cuts stinging him so much he cared more to make you feel safe.

You closed your flannel to cover yourself and backed away from him. You didn’t want to stop him at all and just let Daryl take care of it.

Relief, was the only thing you felt to see him and couldn’t had hope for better.

Finally, after Shane had passed out from all of the pain, Daryl stopped. He took some deep breaths and tried to wipe the blood away from his face, only to actually smear it all over with his hand.

He looked for you with his eyes and just felt the need to go comfort you in that moment. He knew what it felt to be that scared, to think that you’re alone in the world and no one could hear you.

He got up and opened his arms as he slowly made his way to you.

“Y/N…you’re alright? Are you okay?”

You could hear and see the concern he had for you and it just made you weak. You couldn’t deny that you weren’t alright and just shook your head.

He finally got close enough to pull you in a tight embrace and you held onto his neck and shoulders.

You felt him stroke your hair and he reassured you that it’ll be okay.

“It’s alright…I’m here…Nothing’s gonna happen again…I promise…Okay…I promise…”

He pulled away to check for any injury to you and as he did, you felt your heart skip a beat and finally smiled at him.

It slightly unnerved him to see you that way and just asked you, “Why are you smiling…”

You wiped your tear away and shaking your head, you got shy from his question. You put your hand to his chest and slowly crossed on his heart before pointing onto him three times.

He understood your meaning and instantly teared up and smiled. He put his hand over yours and made it lay flat onto his chest making you fell his heart before nodding at you that he understands you.

He picked you up on your feet and just walked you back to camp, saying “Then you’ll have to trust me that from now on…I’m always going to take care of you…no more of this…”

A Zimbits iteration of the tried and true “bed sharing + clothes sharing + it’s really cold” triple trope (feat. bonus love confessions). 

Bitty wasn’t afraid of storms generally speaking, but this one was downright nasty. The team had walked past upended trees—big ones with years of life in them—on the way back from the store. Powerlines were downed. The heating in the house the hockey team had rented for what was meant to be a nice weekend getaway is non-existent because there’s no power.

Bitty lies in the single bed in the smallest room in the house in the pitch darkness and tries not to jump every time a tree bangs into the glass of his window. It’s all so loud.

So, no, Bitty isn’t scared of storms in general, but he’s scared of this storm. For good reason, it turns out, because not a minute after Bitty wishes he’d bailed out of the trip to stay on campus instead, a tree crashes through his roof.

Not the window he’d feared it coming through. The actual roof.

Bitty screams bloody murder.

The tree limb comes through almost all the way to the floor, and water starts dripping down it, heading toward the carpet. Thankfully, it didn’t crash land onto Bitty’s bed, where it would have skewered Bitty. Bitty’s body is thrumming with adrenaline; half terror, half relief.

The door to his room crashes open and Lardo and Shitty practically fall through.

“Fuck,” Lardo says, shining one of the torches they’d bought earlier at the tree.

“Goddamn,” Shitty states. “You alright, brah?”

Bitty tries to speak but it doesn’t quite work. He realises it’s because his body is locked up, he can’t even move his fingers apart. That’s going to be a problem.

“What’s going on?” Jack comes in behind Lardo and Shitty. A knight in rumpled sleep clothes. He surveys the scene, adding his own torch light to Lardo’s. He manages to look calm, and it helps Bitty to see it.

“You shouldn’t stay in here,” Jack deduces, looking over to Bitty, who is slowly encouraging his limbs into movement.

“No shit,” Lardo adds.

“You can take the floor in our room,” Shitty offers. “We’ll put some pillows down for you.”

“No.” Everyone turns to looks at Jack, surprised. “Stay with me.”

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Slow Hands

You had spent a lot of the evening in the arms of this brunette with the eyes that were like an infinity pool—never ending.

Be it shots, on the dance floor, or sneaking smokes out back in the space that was not even an arm lengths away, you and Niall were inseparable from the moment you two first danced the last time you two met.  

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sex bomb

Harry works at lush and you’re a writer 

masterlist x

a/n : I hope you guys really like this story. I worked really hard and this story means a lot to me. So if anything I would really like some feedback and what you guys think of it. Thank you

 Today wasn’t the best day of work, sitting at a desk all day and answering phone calls from very impatient rude people isn’t fun. When I drive out of the parking lot and onto the road my mind starts to check off the list of things I have to do when I get home. Cook dinner, feed the cat and do the laundry. Right before I get on the freeway I decide to stop by the little strip mall that is right across the street. I turn and pull in and park right in front of 7-Eleven, I decide to grab myself a treat just to maybe calm my nerves a bit for the rest of the day. I walk out and jog up to the front door, I yank the door open and stride right up to the freezer. I looked at all the types of ice cream bars they had, Snickers, Twix and Hershey. I decide to get a Snickers bar and pull it out of its case. I walk through the aisles searching for anything else that may grab my attention. I decide to not get much more and head up to the front counter to pay for everything. The cashier rings everything up and I hand him the money, he hands me my bag and say thank you. I reach for the door and walk out to the sidewalk, i start to walk to my car when I look to my left and notice a wonderful smell coming towards me. I decide to have a look and to see where it is coming from. When I start to walk and notice that it is coming from this one store that is called lush, never heard of it before. I walk in and decide to have a look around to see what they have.

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Sour Girl

 Warning: Smut, DD/LG Kink, Daddy kink, Age Gap, Spankings, Language, A Little Bit of Clark Kent ;), Slight Angst, (OC is not under-aged, she’s 23)

Summary: “Little girls get spankings..”

Author’s Note: I combined two request together; hope you enjoy :) 

Request(s): 1. “Hii, i was watching married with children and there’s a scene when somebody ask to the girl “is he your daddy?” And she asked “Oh no, he’s my father” it was so funny, can you do something like that with Bruce idk but in the other way, like “is he your father” “oh no, he’s my daddy” and Bruce reacting I bet will be funny, I hope is not too kinky lmao, sorry for my English btw”

2. “Can you please make some smut of Bruce being mad cuz the oc is way too young and she made fun of him acting like a brat or childlike and he’s going all “oh you wanna act like a little girl? Well, little girls get spanking.” also height difference cuz Ben Affleck is fucking 6′4 asdghk”

I watched as the small minx pranced around the kitchen in nothing but a pale pink, silk baby doll top and matching ruffled shorts. I had a business party to go to, and she was busying spilling pink lemonade all over the marble island. I was having second thoughts about bringing her along. I knew how people gave us dirty looks at these type of events, not only because of the scandalous dresses that clung to her tight body but the fact that I was above 35 years old and she was in her early twenties. It was fairly hard to keep up with her, the messes, uncontrollable hormones and high sex drive. But I wasn’t complaining, I couldn’t.

“Y/N, go upstairs and get dress. We don’t have time.” I walked over cleaning the sticky, sugary liquid off of the counter.   

“No..I don’t wanna.” She pouted, poking her bottom lip out more than usual. 

I turned, squinting my eyes at the hardheaded young woman in front of me. I hovered over her as a smug grin pulled at the corners of her plush lips. She stood on the tips of her toes, tugging at the black silk tie I was wearing. Her fingers brushing over the collar of my shirt, her small leg sliding in between my muscular ones. 

“You always looked so nice in a suit, Brucey.”  

I cringed at the nickname, and my jaw clenched feeling her small hand gripping my growing bulge. I rolled my neck in frustration, yanking her harshly by her bicep, bringing her closer to my body, almost lifting her off of her feet.

“Go upstairs and get dressed. I’m not going to tell you again.” I growled, pushing her towards the staircase. 

I realized that my bad temper did nothing but cause the bubbling excitement in her to erupt. The way her thighs clenched together and how her tongue snaked out to lick her lips obviously told it all. She stomped her foot and cross her arms as if she was a child that refused to go to bed when told to. 

“I said I don’t wanna. I don’t like how all those men stare at me like I’m a piece of meat.” She looked down at her bare feet with her arms behind her back, twisting to and fro. 

I walked back over to her, lifting her head up by her chin, my 6′4 frame towering over 5′2 one. 

“I wouldn’t dare let anyone lay a finger on you. Now, stop being a brat and throw on something pretty for daddy.” I gave her perfect ass a slap before she ran up the stairs to our bedroom, giggling. 

She was acting more bratty than usual, which made my palm twitch, maybe it was that time of the month for her. I put the pitcher of pink lemonade back into the fridge after pouring the half empty glass down the drain. She wanted to get the best out of me, I knew how badly she wanted me to take her over my knee and chastise her until her perfectly round ass was a pretty picture painted with black and blue. I wasn’t going to let her get me, not like that last time when she nearly wrecked the batmobile. I remember how she was barely able to get out of bed the following morning.     

About 25 minutes go by, I gave another look at my watch, she was still upstairs, doing god knows what. 

“We have 15 minutes to get there. What’s taking you so damn long?!” I yell upstairs, leaning my arm against the wooden banister. 

“Yeah, yeah.. I’m coming grandpa.”

I rolled my eyes at the childish remark before hearing the clicking of heels against wood, I rose my head being greeted by crimson red silk, sculpted collarbones and tight brown curls. 

“How do I look, grandpa?” She twirled around, her dress following behind her.

Before she could reach the last step, I grabbed her forearm , my mouth inches apart from hers. 

“Keep making those little jokes and you’ll have matching cheeks to go with that dress.” I smirked, pecking the tip of her nose.

She muttered something under her breath about old people on our way to the car, causing my jaw to clench and my palm to twitch for the 10th time this night. I held the door open, as she slid onto the Italian leather seats, the slit of her dress opening up a little more than it should, revealing that she’s bare underneath. I took a deep breath after closing the door, adjusting my collar, walking over to the driver’s side. The car ride consisted of dress lifting, thigh grabbing and sly remarks. God, how the hell was I going to get through this night?  

Once we stepped inside the luxurious mansion, we were already plummeted with glares and scoffs but soon welcomed with a warming smile and aligned liquors. 

“Glad you could make it Bruce.” Clark chimed, giving my shoulder an hearty grip. 

I returned the gesture with a friendly one-armed hug, Clark’s eyes wondered to the side of me causing me to pull away and my eyebrows to furrow. It wasn’t long until I noticed that Y/N was giving him bedroom eyes. 

“Is he your father?” Clark questioned as if I wasn’t standing right in front of them. 

“Oh no, he’s my daddy.”

My mouth parted open and my cock twitched against the zipper of my dress pants at her unexpected, shameless response. She looked up at me, giving me cherubic, doe eyes beneath long lashes, wrapping her tongue around the skinny straw of her dirty martini. I blinked at her twice before turning to Clark. 

“Excuse us.” I smiled keeping my lips in a firm, thin line before tugging Y/N off into the women’s bathroom. 

I gripped her chin harshly, my index and middle finger holding her face still as I cornered her against the wall. She looked up at me with those innocent eyes, again, as if she didn’t just call me her daddy in front of Clark fucking Kent.  

“You think you can just get away with acting like a spoiled brat tonight? Huh?”

My fingers digging more into the skin of her cheeks, hard enough to leave light red marks in the shape of fingertips. I smiled as she winced and shook her head vigorously, her rosy cheeks slightly mushed together causing her lips to pucker a bit. 

“You like acting like a little girl?” I snatched her by the thin straps of her dress, “Little girls get spankings..”

My cock throbbed at the struggled gasp that escaped her lips as I bent her over the sink of the public women’s bathroom. I lifted up the skimpy, red silk being greeted by her bare plump ass. I groaned at the sight, my hands running over the delicate skin of her ass cheeks, prepping her for the stinging sensation that she was about to endure. 

“I want you to count. If you lose count, I will start over.” I warned and she nodded willingly. 

I took a deep breath before my large hand slammed against the soft pad of her left ass cheek. I grinned to myself hearing the soft mewls rolling off her deceitful tongue. 

“1..” She choked out.

I could hear the tears already erupting in her voice which made my pants tighten a little more than they should have. I smirked as a bright red hand print started to form on the surface of the skin. I lifted my hand up, slamming it down once again, watching her tiny body jolt up in pleasurable agony. I did that about several times while she counted before our safe word slipped pass her quivering lips. I took a step back, basking in the sight of her swelling cheeks. She attempted to stand up straight but failed miserably, I wrapped my arms around the small of her back, my lips grazing the prominent vein on her neck, inhaling her succulent scent of milk and honey.

“This is what happens when little girls want to act like little whores.” I gestured towards her cherry tinted ass.

“I’m very sorry daddy.” She poked her bottom lip out , gaze to the bathroom floor.

I kissed her forehead gently , before helping stand up straight. She seethed as her fingertips brushed against her ass while fixing the skirt of her dress. I adjusted my tie whilst she wiped the smeared mascara from under her eyes.

“We’re going home. I need to have you.” I engulfed her hand in mine, bringing her knuckles up to my lips before leaving the bathroom back into the crowd of drunken snobs.

We urged through the crowd just to be stopped by Clark once again. I was nearly on the verge of losing my patience. I needed to have her now. I couldn’t help but get rock, hard at how flustered Y/N gets after a well-deserved punishment.

“Awe, leaving so soon?” Clark pouted, his words slightly slurred. Superman was tipsy, ha.

“Yeah, Y/N isn’t really well.” I put on a mock frown, before giving him a manly shoulder grip then exiting through the front door.

The car ride back composed of Y/N continuously folding and uncrossing her legs, almost similar to the car ride here. I didn’t get the chance to open the car door for her, before it flung open widely, and she jumped into my arms, her hands grabbing at my face and her lips providing me with sloppily, gift-wrapped kisses. I held her up by the backs of her thighs as I fought with the keys and lock of the large house we shared. We stumbled inside after finally managing to open the door, our lips still attached to each other’s. I let out a growl feeling her break the heated kiss before she pushed me on my back to the leather couch. She swung her legs over mine, as she fumbled with the buttons of my dress shirt after pushing my blazer off. I pushed the skimpy straps pass her shoulders exposing her perfectly, taut buds. I bowed my head, taking the left one into my mouth, my tongue creating circular motions around the peak. I watched in awe as she threw her head back, hair tousled over her the high points of her cheeks. Her small hands finding their way to undo my belt and slacks, that crooked smile displayed across her face as my rock, solid cock sprung out of my briefs. She took a hold of my cock in her hands, her thumb sweeping up the bead of precum that managed to form in the slit, earning a low groan from me. Her hand teasingly squeezing around my cock causing my breath to hitch and my body to stiffen. She started to rotate, up and down on my dick, in a torturing slow pace.

“Don’t tease me, doll.” I warned through clenched teeth.

“You’re no fun Batsy.” She gave me a mock pout before scooting back on her haunches, her grip tightened on my cock as she wrapped her soft lips around my tips, her tongue making long stokes up the sides.

Then she took all of me into her mouth reminding of how talented she was at this. I grabbed a fistful of her gathering it up in my hands before tugging roughly, effecting my cock to probe the back of her throat, smalls gags being muffled. She looked at me with doe eyes, smiling brightly with a mouthful.

“You’ve always looked so pretty with my cock down your throat.”

She nodded knowingly, her head bobbing back and forth , edging my release. I tugged her up by the mock ponytail I formed, refusing to cum without being inside of her first. I ran my thumb over the speck of spit and pre cum on her bottom lip, leaning down to tug at it with my teeth. She giggled against my lips sending vibrations throughout my body.

“I wanna ride you daddy.” Her tongue grazed over lip before she climbed onto my lap, wrapping her legs around my hips.

I was in complete fulfillment when she slid herself onto me, my hands went immediately to her waist, out of habit, guiding her up and down on my cock. Her hands tangled up into my unruly hair, tugging and pulling as she rode my cock. I smirked as my first name escaped from her soft lips causing me to bury myself deeper inside of her.

“You like that slut? Huh?” She moaned, nodding her head vigorously. “You’re so fucking tight.” I purred against her pulse.

I thrust into her a few more times before grabbing her by hips, flipping her on her side. She wrapped her left leg around mine as I held the back of her right thigh. I pull out of her almost completely then submerging my cock into her cunt, my balls slapping against her puckered hole.

“Harder.. Please.” She begged as I witnessed her eyes flutter and roll back.

I granted her wish, plowing harder into her, the feeling of worry crept in the back of my mind, at the thought of nearly tearing her apart. I wrapped my arms around her rib cage , my fingers toying with her rose bud nipples.

“Cum for me, little girl. Come on, cum for daddy.” I whispered, my hands snaking down her navel to the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs.

“Bruc-” Her gravelly voice was soon interrupted by the contracting of her cunt around my cock and the clenching in her stomach from her euphoric release.

I held her tighter to my body, thrusting into her practically lifeless body, riding into my orgasm, strings of my hot seed spewing into her heated mound. I wasted no time before I trailed kisses from the valley of her belly button down to the soft coils. My tongue flicked at her clit , gazing up at the beautiful nymph above me as she thrashed and squirmed underneath my tongue, cleaning up the concoction of our cum. I lifted my head, meeting my lips with hers letting her get a taste of the new flavor we created. I coddled her in my arms, pulling the sheet over her getting a glance at the fading red blotches formed from tonight’s earlier events, the room silencing from the frantic breathing.  Y/N examined me with squinted eyes tugging at the skin of her bottom lip with damp hair pressed to my chest. 

“How come you don’t call me your girlfriend?” She broke the silence. 

I clenched my jaw, sensitive about this particular subject. 

“Y/N, you know how I feel about-” 

“Don’t give me that. We’ve been together for 1 year and 8 months, and you still haven’t labeled me as your girlfriend. Are you embarrassed to be with me because I’m younger, or shall I say a little girl ?“She began to remove herself from my grip but I refused by pulling her back tightly to my chest before lifting up her face by the chin, forcing her to look at me, blinking away the tears that dared to fall.

“I love you. Don’t ever say I’m embarrassed of you. You’re my everything.. Lover, partner, soulmate, girlfriend, hopefully wife.” I gave her nose a soft peck watching her lips curl into the smile that I adore so much. 

“Really? Wife?” She attempted to hide her smile with her hands before I grabbed them. 

“Yes. Really.” I gave her lips one more longing kiss before she snuggled up to my chest. 

“I love you more, Batsy.”

Hot & bothered (M)

You decide to slightly tease your close friend Minhyuk, but things take a turn…

Protagonists: Minhyuk (MX) & you

Word Count: 2,5k

Genre: smut

A/N : I got inspired by the photo teaser for MX’s comeback, I’m sorry for being this thirsty. I’m French Canadian so I hope my English is alright and that you like it ! Minhyuk is dangerously climbing my bias list… HWAITING ;) 


From where you are standing, you can just see the back of his newly red hair, moving excitedly as he talks non-stop about how awesome it’s going to be. You only imagine how bright his expression is and you know very well the night is going to be constant babbling about Monsta X’s new comeback. You don’t mind though. If Minhyuk has free time, you are pleased to hang out with him. His next few months are going to be hectic and you will probably not be able to see each other often.

“Did you?” He turns his attention away from the coffee pot, questioning you with a raised eyebrow.

“Enh? Sorry.”

“Did you see my teaser picture, it got released today?” He smiles brightly.

“Oh yeah, the fans loved it, it was everywhere on the internet and my Instagram feed.”

“Soooo, y/n what did you think?! Did you love it?! Didn’t I look fine!?” He yells excitedly, making Jooheon in the living room loudly sigh.

A faint blush creeps on your cheeks at the thought of that picture. When you opened your Instagram that morning, you almost choked on your coffee. Yes, you had eyes and had always been conscious that Minhyuk was gorgeous. But that picture blew the cute and fluffy image you had of him. It was somewhat mesmerizing and sexy; you never thought you could see him like that. You guys had been instant best friends since he talked to you on a broadcast a year ago, loud as ever and a mess of giggles.

“Well, yeah. I kind of… loved it… I guess.” The corners of your mouth curl up to a little smile as you watch him get confused and a bit worried.

“Wait, did you love it or not?” He pouts.

Here’s the catch about being an Idol. No matter how hot and adored you are, that kind of spotlight brings out self-consciousness and deep insecurities. You give a quick glance at Wonho, who is watching a movie with Jooheon on the couch. That man is the epitome of that statement. Turning your attention back to your friend Minhyuk, you decide to tease him in a different way. You abruptly close the space between you in the kitchen, grab his shoulders and tiptoe to his ears.

It got me all hot and bothered.” You whisper, breathing out a little too much to make sure it tickles him. He fidgets and opens his mouth in surprise. With a smirk, you release his shoulders and turn around to grab a mug. After all, you were both there to get some coffee. As you are stretching your right arm above your head, you feel Minhyuk lean close against your back. The heat of his body warms you through your thin t-shirt as he whispers in your ear.

“And are you hot right now?”  The tickling sensation sends shivers down your spine. You always friendly teased each other, but this feels somewhat different. Normally, he would have blushed, laughed it up and complained loudly about how he doesn’t like being tickled. You didn’t expect him to tease you right back. Before you can form a coherent response, he closes his arms around your waist and you feel his breath slowly go down in the curve of your neck.

“Because… I am.” He is close enough for you to feel the vibrations of his voice in his chest. You are hot. It is damn hot right now. The gasp that escapes your mouth gives him the confidence to push the teasing a bit further; he grabs your hips pressing you onto him even more and hums in your neck as he drops little wet pecks.

The guys in the living room burst out laughing and you both freeze, before realizing it’s about their movie and has nothing to do with you. Minhyuk seems to start to breathe again and moves an adventurous hand up your skirt, his touch leaving your warm skin on fire. He moans faintly in your neck as he reaches your ass, turning you on even more. Now you are really bothered.

“Minhyuk-ah…” You spin around to face him, putting you hand over his chest to look at him. He holds your gaze for a few seconds that feel like an eternity and hesitantly leans in to kiss you. His lips are soft and wet and you let yourself melt against his chest. You don’t know how. You never saw him as more than a friend before, but he has managed to ignite something in your stomach. You hear him chuckle proudly at the effect he has on you, so you push him away just enough to lift your right thigh in-between his legs and gently press his erection. You stare at him, blinking innocently as he frowns and let out a small grunt. You rub back and forth leisurely and you can feel him getting harder in his tight pants. You are enjoying the friction just as much, but this little game has to end quickly before you both get caught.

“It’s warm right now, but isn’t your room even more heated?” You playfully ask, brushing against his lips. His giggle reassures you, so familiar and comforting, clashing with your whole new dynamic. He turns his head to observe Jooheon and Wonho, seemingly remembering they were there the whole time. Thankfully, the boys are still absorbed in their action movie. Without a word, Minhyuk leaves you there hanging, his spot filling up with cold air. The sudden absence of his body against yours makes you crave him even more. You follow closely behind him, crossing the dorm, trying to look as normal as you could.

“Guys, you have the living room, so we’re gonna watch a horror movie in my room.” He knows very well neither of those scaredy-cats will ask to join in, but as he opens the door Wonho cries out. “Yah!” You stop right in your tracks and give a panicked look to Minhyuk. Is he being suspicious of something? Has he seen you in the kitchen just now? Oh god. Why else would he react, you already watched plenty of movies alone in that same room before.

“Do you guys want the rest of the popcorn?” Wonho doesn’t even take his gaze away from the screen and you step in the room with an audible sigh of relief, followed by Minhyuk. “No need, thanks hyung!” As soon as he closes the door, Mr. Cool-Guy pushes you against the wall and fierly kisses your lips. “Wow y/n, you looked like a little kid being caught doing something illegal!” He laughs in your half-opened mouth and you slap his arm to make him stop.

A somewhat more serious Minhyuk starts to explore your mouth with his tongue, bringing his finger under your chin to lift your head up. One of your hands begins to get lost in his hair, still abnormally soft from the new dye, while your other is making a way under his shirt. He lets out a grunt when you touch his boiling skin and you feel his abs contracting as you trail your fingers to his back, grabbing his shoulder. He abandons your lips to nib on your ear, leaving you panting for more.

You decide that his pants are probably very uncomfortable by now and successfully lower them enough to expose the bulge of his erection in his tight briefs. He sighs in relief, pressing himself on your leg, while his fingers are unclasping your bra. Well trying to unclasp your bra. It’s your turn to giggle now. “Don’t laugh.” He warns you with authority as he succeeds against the hooks. But he just laughed at me. You lean in and bite the base of his neck as revenge. “Did you just bite me?” Frowning from the slight ache Minhyuk backs away and sits on his bed, taking off his pants.

“You were right; it’s scorching hot in here.” He smiles and playfully throws his t-shirt at you. You hold his lustful gaze, slowly taking off your t-shirt and your unhooked bra, walking towards him. He stretches out a hand and pulls you on the bed. You can’t help but to remember in disbelief, all the nights you laid there next to him actually watching a movie. Minhyuk brings you back in the present cupping one of your breasts, teasing your nipple with his tongue, while one of his hands reaches underneath your skirt. You moan his name and he hums on your skin in approval, his fingers painfully slowly trailing up your inner thigh. You are panting in anticipation as he reaches your soaked panties but he stops and peeks up at you, an accusing look on his face. “You always come here wearing those kinds of skirts, I’m a man too. You know?” Oh, you know.  Maybe you didn’t pay much attention to it before, but you definitively know better now. “Point taken, I will wear skirts more often.”

You whine as he smiles and dig your nails in his shoulders hoping he will take the hint. He climbs back up to kiss your lips and presses his thumb to your panties. You gasp in the kiss and slide one hand to grab one of his ass cheeks, feeling the muscle contract under your touch. He grunts and starts to trail kisses down your chest and stomach. In no time, your skirt is toss to a corner of his room and he is down, kissing the soft skin of your inner thighs. He lets out a short laugh when he sees your cute panda panties before tossing them away and reality hits you. Why did I have to wear unsexy underwear today? You hide your face in your elbow in embarrassment.

“By the way, I’m keeping those…” Minhyuk blows his sizzling breath on your core to tease you a bit more, visibly enjoying how aroused he’s got you. You whine again and he gives you a first long lick, tasting you. He then firmly presses his tongue on your clit, making you moan loudly. Working on you with his mouth, Minhyuk starts to pump one finger inside you at a building pace. You curl your fingers in his hair, moaning more and more loudly as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach slowly beginning to untie. He adds a finger and begins to nibble on your sensitive spot until you’re dripping. Your thighs start clenching around his head and he moans against your throbbing wet core, sending you over. Your high hits you like a wave and you begin to shake uncontrollably. He holds you down, licking you until you ride off your orgasm and then climbs up next to you, panting for a few minutes.

“I never guessed you were that loud. We should have put on some music” Amused, he watches you cover your pink face in your hands.

“Do you think the guys heard?” You faintly ask.

“I certainly hope they did. Then they’ll have to stop teasing me so much about taking more than a year to make a move on you.” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Well we haven’t known each other for more than a year…”

“… I did, that’s what I’m saying. That’s why I talked to you on The Show.” Minhyuk gets up and puts some music on, letting the information of his little crush sinks in.

“We said we were watching a horror movie…” You protest as music fills the tiny room.

“Trust me. I don’t care how entertaining their movie is, by now they know what we are doing” He laughs seeing you blush again and grabs your chin to kiss you. Might as well. You climb over him in the bed, prolonging the kiss into a passionate one. One of his hands holds onto your naked hips, tracing small circles with his thumb, and the other one wanders on your back.  You start to gently rock yourself on his erection through his briefs and he grunts. His head falls in your neck and he gives you little pecks. “Gosh, I can feel how hot you are.” He muffles into your shoulder. He pushes you back on the bed, taking off his underwear. As he positions himself on top of you, he gives you a silent questioning look and you wrap your legs around his hips, already begging for him. He smirks and leans in to peck your lips before finally entering you. He starts to move after a few seconds, his grunts turning you even more on. You bite his neck again, trying to contain your own sounds as he sets pace inside you.

“Are you going to keep biting me like a kitten?” He asks you, heavily panting. You whine in his skin, trying to suppress the urge to bite him again, digging your nails in his back instead. “Don’t stop then.” He begs. You happily oblige and keep lightly biting his traps while he sinks faster and deeper with each thrust. You raise your pelvis, allowing him even deeper inside you and you both gasp. After a moment, his grunts turn into moaning your name in incoherent sentences and, as he reaches his high, he becomes a moaning mess. He thrusts harshly a few more times, making you convulse in pleasure under him before he comes undone inside you. He collapses next to you and you both wait, content, as the waves of pleasure slowly fade away. He’s even louder, at least we had music on.

After a minute, the air in the room feels cool against the sweat on your skin and it makes your body shiver. Minhyuk turns to look to you, bringing you closer in his arms. “Why are you shivering, kitten? I thought we said this room was blazing hot.” He laughs softly.

You get half up on one elbow, putting your head in your hand. You eye him down, admiring the small drops of sweat on his chest and the faint marks that your teeth left.

“What are you looking at kitten?” He has a faint blush on his cheeks and sounds a bit shy, even though he’s trying to be funny. His more familiar embarrassment makes you wonder how things escalated like that.

“So how the hell did you get all that glitter off?” You ask, really curious. He breaks into a contagious laugh.

“Does glitter turn you on? I should have tried that sooner” He winks. “So, you really did like that picture, enh?” He lets out his signature giggle and you hide your embarrassment in his embrace. “I think this means good luck. It’s going to be a great comeback.”

“I believe it’s going to be your first win, but what do I know? Until today, I thought you were just a friend. Nothing makes sense anymore.” You smile in his neck.

“I don’t know. I think it makes perfect sense, you and me.”

- Lyly

M A S T E R L I S T

Steam, part 1

A/N:  Thanks as always to my brilliant betas:  @little-black-dress-24, @emulateharry and @niallandharrymakemestrong!  Couldn’t do this without their ongoing support and encouragement.  

“Excuse me,” you mutter, as you push aside the young men and women to get to the gym entrance.   Shouldering the next person gently aside as you approach the gym door, you hear an “Oi!” in return as he moves his gym bag, but you don’t stop to acknowledge the voice.  He notices you, the way you move, and the way you casually ignore the situation.  “Excuse me,” you respond wearily.  

Harry pauses in signing autographs to check you out.  Today, you saw a string of patients, and your shoulders are weighed down by their troubled souls.  Your grey pencil skirt, black knit shirt, and high heeled black ankle boots mask the heaviness of your spirit as you stride with purpose.  He can’t help but observe the sway of your ass in that skirt as your heels make it wiggle from side to side, although it’s mostly your exhaustion and the fact that your feet hurt that moves your hips rather than any desire to be seductive.  His mouth and throat dry as he watches you reach for the gym door handle, shifting your bag higher on your left shoulder, pulling open the door with your right hand.  Inside his jeans, he feels his cock twitch; the woman standing in front of him prods him with a salty “Sign it to Char, please,” as she flashes him a look at her cleavage in the push-up bra and low-cut shirt, drawing his attention back to the crowd around him.  Why he bothered to start signing shit tonight escapes him at the moment.  Now he’ll never get his full workout in.  Taking a deep breath, he tells the group, “I’ll sign five more, and that’s it.”  Over the years he’s learned to set boundaries.

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How Would You Feel (Bucky Barnes X Reader One Shot)

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

 Word Count: 2,391 

 Warnings: this one is like 85% smut ya’ll, unprotected sex, light choking, dry humping and cussing 

 A/N: I hope ya’ll enjoy this one. I wrote it while drunk so there’s that lmao

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers


It’s raining on a February evening, your apartment is dimly lit with a few candles scattered throughout the living room and dining room. It’s peaceful as you sit with Bucky, enjoying the quiet and the beautiful jazz song that plays from the speakers in your home. It’s so easy being with him, there are no expectations when you two are together. It doesn’t matter what you are doing, just being with each other is enough. 

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anonymous asked:

Can you just imagine if you were a actress and Harry came too see you on set one day x ?? :))

It’s currently almost 5am and idk why I got so carried away with this but I did and it’s basically just… pure filth. I don’t know why or how this turned into smut but it just did and I’m not even sorry.

Your eyes would light up the second they fell upon him as he walked up to you on set, a wide smile on his face.

It was currently lunch break for the entire cast and crew, so you quickly scrambled up from your seat to rush over to Harry, who quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Thank you for coming,” you mumbled into his neck, your lips placing a soft kiss on the skin there causing him to let out a quiet sigh.

“F'course love, you know I love seeing you work,” and he would pull away from the hug ever-so-slightly just to flash you his famous grin, his hands squeezing your hips lightly.

This was the first time he’d visited you on set, though of course everyone knew who he was, and knew that he was your boyfriend. You two had kept your relationship a secret for about a year, but when Anne’s iCloud was hacked, a ton of pictures of the two of you were released. Neither of you were really upset about people finding out, it was just the way they found out that upset you both. Anne had felt so guilty, no matter how many times Harry and you assured her that it was really okay.

You had just started getting your foot in the door in acting around the time you and Harry started dating, and you wanted to do it on your own. You didn’t want the fact that Harry Styles was your boyfriend to influence your career in any way, and Harry respected that.

Another year had passed, and you had landed a full time gig on a new tv show, and you promised Harry he would be allowed to visit the set, but only after a few months. You wanted to get to know everyone, and establish yourself on set as your own person, not Harry’s girlfriend. So, when you told Harry he could finally stop by this weekend, he jumped at the opportunity.

A few hours had passed and everyone on set was thrilled to finally meet Harry, and you couldn’t help but smile at how much everyone loved him. As always, he was respectful and kind to everyone who approached him, even the extras who would shyly ask for a picture and an autograph, and you couldn’t help but fall more in love with him if you tried.

Now the two of you were in your trailer, curled up on the large couch together under a warm blanket. Your body was trapped against the couch by Harry’s, his long legs intertwined with yours as his hand rested on your stomach, having snuck under your shirt long ago as the two of you talked about the day.

“Think Jared has a bit of a crush on ya, love,” he was referring to your main costar, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and swat at his chest lightly.

“Supposed to think that, it’s called acting,” and he would just shake his head, his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip. He knew you were his, never doubted that for a second, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous at how close the two of you had been getting on set. Of course he knew it was acting, but he also hated the idea of another’s mans hands on you in any way.

“Hm, dunno. Think I might need to remind ya who ya belong to kitten,” the second the pet name leaves his lips you can feel your heart racing, your thighs clenching at the images that race through your mind at his words. Soon, your body is being trapped underneath his on the couch and his lips are on yours.

His lips are moving against yours like he hasn’t kissed you in months, his tongue prying against your lips for entrance to battle against your own. Your quick to tug at his shirt, signaling that you want it off, and he pulls away only for a second to remove the shirt and toss it across the trailer before his lips are back on yours. His hands are everywhere; he’s already unhooked your bra, though you’re still wearing your shirt so you’re not quite sure why until his hand slides underneath the now loose bra and he pinches your nipple between his fingers, rolling the swollen pebble between them and causing you to let out the first moan of many.

“Who makes ya’ moan like that, hm?” Harry’s voice is rough as he pulls away, his lips trailing along your neck as he tugs your shirt off, taking the bra with it and exposing your breasts to the cold air. He sucks in a sharp breath as he looks down at them; no matter how many times he’s seen them, he can’t get over how fucking perfect they are.

“You do,” you sigh out, your hand reaching up to tug at the short curls on the top of his head as his mouth attaches to your nipple, sucking it in between his lips as he grazes his teeth across it.

Your hips are bucking up into his, trying to create friction between your legs where you want him the most. The attention he’s paying to your nipples currently has your panties soaked already, and you just want him inside of you.

“Want you Harry, please,” you plead, tugging at the roots of his hair with one hand as the other moves down to unbutton his jeans.

He stands up quickly, yanking his pants down with his boxers and groaning the second his hard cock is met with the air, the tip already red and leaking. You let out a whine at the sight of it, and he can’t help but smirk as he crawls back on top of you, his hand coming down to stroke his own length.

“S'this what ya want, love?” He’s rubbing the head of his cock along the wet patch on your panties, and thanking his lucky stars you had decided to throw your pants off the second you had gotten into the trailer, “Wan’ my cock inside of your pretty little cunt?” You’re a whining and withering mess underneath him as he presses the head of himself into your clit, your hands gripping onto his forearms.

“Co.. condom.. do you have a condom,” you breathe out quickly, and your heart drops when you hear him curse and see his eyebrows furrow.

“No, fuck,” he’s pressing into you over your panties, his hips stuttering because fuck the condom at this point, but he knows he’s going to have to stop. You’re quiet for a moment, listening to both of your heavy breathing and you’re absolutely throbbing, and you don’t want to wait.

“Okay,” you breathe out, your eyes meeting his and he looks down at you in confusion, “Don’t need a condom really, do we?” And Harry nearly chokes on his own spit, his hips thrusting against your clit harshly, causing you to moan. He would be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about how you would feel wrapped around him bare, but it was just something you’d never discussed, “You know I’m clean, I know you’re clean. I’ve got an IUD; I can’t get pregnant, and I just really fucking want you,” you’re basically begging at this point, your words coming out quick and Harry almost laughs because you’re trying to convince him to fuck you bare when he needs no convincing at all.

“Fuckin hell, pet,” he groans, closing his eyes tightly before he opens them once again and works to finally remove your bloody panties, and he may have accidentally ripped them in his rush to get the fucking things off but he doesn’t care right now. “You sure?” He’s quiet when he asks, looking down at you as he lines himself up with your entrance because he wants to make sure this is what you want, he doesn’t want you to regret anything.

“Yes, Harry. Please. Just fuck me,” you whimper, and you swear your heart is about to beat right out of your chest as you stare up at the beautiful man on top of you and you can’t believe how lucky you are.

The second he starts pushing into you, you’re both seeing white spots in your eyes. He knew you were tight and warm, but fuck were you always this tight and warm? And you can feel every vein and ridge on his cock as he coaxes inside of your walls slowly, his hips stuttering as you clench around him out of reflex and he squeezes your hips in a warning. Soon he’s bottoming out and both of you are whimpering and moaning one another’s names and you feel so good wrapped around him he thinks he might cry. Your begging him to move, but he has to take a moment to collect himself because if he doesn’t he thinks he might explode the second he starts moving. Why the hell hadn’t they tossed the rubbers a long time ago?

Finally, after what feels like hours even though in reality it’s only about a minute, he starts thrusting inside of you. His hands have found a home on your hips and he’s gripping onto them for dear life, a silent string of curse words and groans leaving his rosy lips.

Your arms are wrapped around his back, your nails digging into his tan skin and you can barely breathe. All you can manage to do is move your hips with his and wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him into your cunt deeper each time he thrusts inside of you as your head leans back against the couch, your eyes struggling to stay open.

You’re sure you’re being loud, and anyone who walks by your trailer will know 100% what you two are doing, but neither of you care at this moment. He’s fucking you so good and so raw, you’re sure you’ll be able to feel him in-between your legs tomorrow and the thought alone has you clenching around him.

“S'like you were fuckin made f'me,” he breathes into your neck, his thrusts picking up as your nails dig into his back, one of his hands reaching down in-between you and pressing into your clit. He knows he isn’t going to last long this time around, you’re too tight and warm and the feeling is too new, but he wants to make sure you reach your climax.

“Feel so good inside of me, Harry,” you whimper, your eyes finally squeezing shut as you feel your orgasm fast approaching.

He’s keeping a steady rhythm, his cock pounding inside of you as his fingers pinch and knead at your swollen bud and soon enough your toes are curling as your back arches off of the couch. You clench around him and Harry’s cumming inside of you before he can even realize what’s happening, both of you now riding out your orgasms together. You can feel warm spurts of his cum coating your walls and everything mixed together feels like absolute ecstasy, and you’re not even sure if you’re breathing at this point because everything just feels so fucking good.

Soon you two are completely spent, and Harry collapses on top of you, his cock growing soft inside of you as you try to catch your breath.

“M'gonna pull out now, love,” he warns, sitting up slowly before dragging his cock out of your warm cunt. You can feel his release mixed with yours leaking out of you, and Harry’s watching it trickle down your thighs in awe, his fingers moving to collect some of it as he slowly spreads it inside of your walls, and you can’t help but jerk away as he passes over your sensitive clit. He’s smirking now as he looks down at you; you look absolutely fucked out and knowing his cum is now inside of you almost makes him hard again, because you’re completely his.

“Love you,” you whisper sleepily, and Harry leans down, placing a soft kiss on your lips. You two will have to clean up and leave soon, but he isn’t opposed to resting for a few moments.

“Love you, too. So much.”

The Vanilla Chronicles: Min Yoongi

Prompt:  Yoongi smut where the reader overhears Yoongi’s conversation about their sex life with another band member or friend and he was saying that she was boring or something and she decided to surprise him one day??? if that makes any sense?? thanks have a nice day/night!! xx

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: Sub!Yoongi

**THIS WAS FUCKING FUN TO WRITE // YOONGI IS MY NUMBER ONE BIAS WRECKER!

**Totally plays into my belief of BTS reeking of subission

**Constructive feedback is always welcomed!

**BTS smut/angst/fluff requests are open!

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warning: voyeurism, choking kink, degrading names, jk’s pov

“Close your eyes for me,” She takes a step closer to me and I feel her cold, small hands touch my skin. I look up to her as I place my hands on her hips, knowing already it will bother her, but I can’t help myself.

“Jungkookie…” I hear her soft voice complain in a whisper, maybe a groan, but she is so quiet that I can’t tell for sure. We did have company in the room, but in all honesty, I am not concerned by it.

“Noona?” I say back slowly letting go of her, as if I did not know already what she meant. She looks around to grab another one of her brushes, but I know she is also ascertaining whether someone had seen me or she is just being paranoid. Then, she starts dabbing it smoothly over my face and her touch is fairly gentle, almost as if she were afraid to hurt me.

With my sight, I follow her every move as she gives her final touches. She is not wearing anything fancy today, just a plain white t-shirt and a high-waisted pink skirt, but for some reason I find myself more attracted to her than usual. It is her scent, perhaps, the lazy waves at the ends of her hair, or that innocent tone she speaks with as she smiles and informs me that she is done, I don’t know.

“Are you okay?” I look at her curiously, raising a brow. “You seem a bit off today.”

“I’m good,” She replies instantly, “Just a bit thoughtful.”

“Hmm,” I tilt my head, wondering what to say. “What—”

I interrupt my own self as I see that the boys going out distract her. As they leave, I look at them too, and I get up to close the door behind them. She just stands quiet, but when I turn around, I see her lips part slightly with a small smile. God, if only she knew how good she looked like that, standing there and doing absolutely nothing but staring at me with those pretty and playful eyes…

“Noona, what were you thinking about?” I continue as I walk back to her. “I want to know what is distracting you so much that you won’t even look at me.” My words came off a bit harsh even though I didn’t really mean them to, so I rub my thumb against her cheek delicately, hoping it will smooth my image.

“But I do look at you, Kookie,” She finally speaks confidently, “And I notice how you look at me, how you mentally undress me, and how you practically devour me with your eyes.”

“I won’t deny that.”

She crosses her arms and walks over the window, I stand a few steps behind, watching her. I can see through the reflection that she’s looking at me too, like she is expecting me to come closer.

“Do you think about me too, Noona?” I question, though I know the answer already.

And I know she does think about me, I didn’t need her to say it. From the way that I catch her staring at my lips momentarily, to the way she would take extra time to do my makeup, I just…know that she wants me. Maybe not as fervently as I want her, as I’ve wanted her this whole time, but the slightest bit of desire is enough to me.

My eyes are on her, but her stare doesn’t move from the street. It is still early from what we can see outside, and the weather is so nice, I’m certain she is enjoying the view that the big glass is allowing her. I stand behind her and slide a hand down the back of her neck, slowly, traveling through it and finally landing on her shoulder. Her shirt is so loose I can easily push it away so a bit of her skin is exposed, and as I stare at her carefully, I suddenly notice she has freckles on her shoulder.

For a moment, I find myself genuinely thinking about her. I’m thinking about how delicate she is, and how delightful she is to my sight. She turns her head from the glass, probably wondering why I stopped moving for a second, so I place a warm kiss in her cold skin and I feel her shiver under my touch instantly, but she isn’t complaining.

“I really don’t,” She suddenly says. “And you shouldn’t either.”

She exhales as if what she had just said took her a lot of effort to admit, and I’m too caught in my own lustful thoughts that I don’t bother myself to contradict her. Instead, I lower my hand to her waist, wrapping her completely because she is so small, and I stroke her earlobe with my lips. Gently, I am barely even touching her, but I still earn one of those soft whimpers of hers.

“Then why aren’t you stopping me?” I tease, enchanted by the goosebumps running through her skin. To see how she reacts to me with such vague touch is arousing, but I can’t say that I am enjoying this to its fullest, considering her body is pressed to mine so painfully…to me, at least.

“Noona, do you even want me to touch you?”

“Kookie, I…”

“Stop calling me that,” I cut her off, slowly turning her around so she is facing me and I feel her legs shaking a little. “It’s such a turn off.”

She knows — we both know that anyone could come back to the room and catch us. Although I can tell she is quite nervous, she is handling the situation better than I could wish for her to do so, looking straight and playfully into my eyes, as if she knew what she is doing.

“Jungkook,” I hear her whisper. “What if someone chimes in?”

“You wouldn’t mind,” I touch the hem of her skirt, it’s so short that I don’t even have to lean one bit to do it, and she likes it. Maybe she wears them on purpose; maybe she wears them because she knows it drives me crazy. “Noona, you just wouldn’t mind at all. Would you? I could bend you over that table and pound into your little pussy like an animal, and you’d love it too much to care if someone did catch us.” I chuckle in her ear, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her closer.

“But I can’t do that, Noona, not unless you ask me to.”

My hand tangles itself in her hair, bringing her lips close to mine. I kiss her and I feel her body tense for a second, but she slowly gives in as she loses control of her own lips, and teasingly, I bring my hands down to her hips. She is incredibly close to me, kissing me so passionately I can barely describe such exquisite action, the temptation to touch her ass is agonizing.

“Jungkook,” she finally speaks loud, almost moaning. “Touch me.”

She speaks and I don’t hesitate to kiss her again, this time touching her properly. I bring my hands underneath her skirt as I touch her beautiful body and she can’t help but free the sexiest sounds into my mouth and I love absolutely everything about it, but the fabric of her lingerie irritates me.

I wonder how many times she has thought of this exact moment; us, kissing like there’s no tomorrow, right before I fuck her. Because I think of it quite often, her petite body in front of mine, slowly bending over as she waits for me to pound right into her, merciless, just the way I know she’d like it.

Therefore, I do justice to our fantasy, now that I know she wants me too. I break the kiss to spin her body harshly, holding her arms pressed to her back. She whines a little, like she is about to complain, but she saves it because she knows very well that I won’t hurt her. Instead, she moans when my body hovers hers, and I slowly start leaving a wet trail of kisses from her neck down to her shoulders. I kneel down suddenly, lifting up her skirt up to her waist and slowly pulling down her pink panties, caressing her thighs and cheeks, right before I spank her hard.

“Fuck,” she moans, and I smile to myself. “P-please,”

“Noona, you’re already begging?” I tease her, as I flatten my tongue against her pussy. “I see why. You’re dripping down your thighs, baby.”

She looks at me over her shoulder as I wait for her response, but then turns around to face me and takes her shirt off without even me asking her to do it. I’m on my knees, only staring at her to catch on what she is trying to do, and I see her tossing her bra out of the way too.

“Look at you,” I smirk as I stand up, taking off her skirt and exposing her completely to me. “Undressing yourself when no one asked you to… are you that hungry for dick?”

Moaning softly, she attempts to answer but I see her hesitate. I kiss her desperately, and she tries to undo my pants, but I stop her. “Uh-uh, slow down noona. I’m not undressing today. You’ll get fucked like the dirty slut you are, exposed and humiliated.”

“Now, I don’t know where I should take your little cunt. Should I bend you over this table or fuck you against the glass?” I slowly push two fingers inside of her and she immediately moans, holding onto my neck as she throws her head back and starts to lose control. “You’ve been good to me so far, so I’ll let you choose.”

“A-anywhere,” she tries to speak and I curl my fingers inside of her. “Take me anywhere.”

I think of teasing her a little longer just because I think she enjoys it even more than I do, but I’ve had a hard-on for too long now my balls are starting to hurt. I need to fill her as much as she needs me to fill her, but I’m conscious that it won’t be long until someone walks in on us. I place the back of my hand on her cheek and I lean in as if I were to kiss her, but instead, I roughly grab her hair pulling her head backwards and she laughs maniacally, enjoying the pain.

Then, I spin her body around, pushing her naked body into the glass. She moves fast and quickly places both hands right in front of her chest, to prevent her face hitting the window. I stand behind her and she smiles again, the sound of my zipper going down exciting her. With the tip of my cock, I tease her entrance for a while before I push myself deep inside her. She feels so tight around me I can’t help but groan against her body, playfully biting her torso as I wait a little for her to adjust, then I hear her begging me to move.

“Ahh fuck,” I grab her hips to hold her body against me and I thrust hard into her, all the way in, and then slowly pull out just to do the same. She moans again. God, nothing can compare to this feeling. She’s so covered in her arousal that I slide right in and out, and her walls clench tight around me I know she’s close to soon. Slowing my thrusts, I see her face is pressed against the window and her hands continue to support her body, so I reach for them and I pin them behind her back once again.

“Yes, yes, Jungkook!” She gasps out, her tits flat against the glass. For a moment I wonder what this would look like from outside this room, what it would look like if I were walking outside the building and I saw her beautiful, nude silhouette bouncing up and down as someone buries into her from behind. “Harder!”

“You want it harder, baby? Hmm….” I whisper, thrusting as hard as I can, making her scream. “Shut up, you fucking slut. You’re already putting on a show through this window, and you want everyone in the building to hear you?”

I stop thrusting and cup her breast, moving my hand down to toy with her clit, rubbing her softly, but I still don’t lose my grip on her hands. “You wanna cum, huh? I’ll make you cum, baby… but you better be good and quiet, take it like a big girl, okay?”

She nods her head and I let go of her hands to start thrusting again, my fist swirling to take her hair into a ponytail, pulling it hard. I watch her as she opens her mouth in a choked moan, breathing heavily and closing her eyes shut. At this point it seems she is chasing her high so desperately, she doesn’t even care what I do to her anymore, and just lets me take complete control over her.

“You love getting fucked like this, don’t you, Noona?” I speak since I feel her tighten so deliciously I fear I won’t last any longer, but I continue focusing on her. “You love having random people watch you getting pounded like the dirty slut you are… ah, fuck! Your cunt feels so good clenching around my hard cock like this, you’re close now, aren’t you?”

“Yes Jungkook, f-fuck, I’m so fucking close, ah…”

“You’ll come so good you’ll think about this every night,” Clutching her hips in my hands, I make sure I leave her all pretty and bruised. “You’ll finger your sweet cunt and pretend it’s my cock filling you up, hmm, but your cute little hands won’t do. Only I make you cum like this, huh?”

“Y-yes, yes! Ah, hmmm, I…”

I spank her ass hard and slow down my pace until I stop completely. “You keep screaming nonsense like a bitch, talk to me like a big girl if you want to cum.”

“Jungkook,” She manages, pushing herself back into my cock. “Make me cum, only you make me cum so hard I forget my own name.”

That’s all I need to hear. I pick up my pace again, thrusting harder and deeper I feel her shaking, and I know she’s so sensitive she’ll cum all over me in seconds. I reach down for her clit again, rubbing her fast as I try to bring her to an intense orgasm, and she holds onto my thigh to keep balance as she finally lets the wave of pleasure hit her. Tighter than ever, her moans mix with mine as I feel myself begin to collapse too, slowing down to help her ride out.

“Ah, shit, I’ll come too,” I groan quietly, trying to sound composed but it’s almost impossible. I pull out of her and start stroking myself a bit slower. “On your knees, now.”

She’s so good to me she obeys as soon as I speak, and I watch her kneel down in front of me all fucked out, her face red and her eyes teary, half smiling with an open mouth. I can’t help but smile too. Tightening my grip, I stroke myself fast, so fast I’m on that pain but blissful edge soon. “I’m coming…ah fuck, I’ll come all over my slut’s mouth…”

“Hmm that’s right Jungkook, I am your little slut.” She starts moaning, the sounds come out so sensual it only encourages me to chase my high. “Come on baby, give it to me, I’ll swallow it all…”

I’m so fucking close I feel as if my whole body were to explode right in front of her. She’s still on her knees, playing with her tits and looking straight into my eyes. I fail to look back at her as I close my eyes shut, my orgasm hitting me hard. “Tongue out, fuck,” I warn, spilling my semen into her dirty little mouth while her tongue swirls around the head, getting every single drop out of me.

“Look at all that cum,” I whisper playfully, caressing her hair. “Take it all baby.”

She opens her eyes and looks up at me once again, opening her mouth to show me she had swallowed everything I gave her just like she promised. “You’re a dime,” I smile, grabbing her chin with my finger to pull her back on her feet. 

“I’m keeping ya.”

Tyler Dillot Gets In Shape


Tyler Dillot was 27 years old, not good looking, and very much “out of shape.” The last time he had been “in shape” was back in high school at Regis Prep when he had been on the track team. Back then he had gone by Ty, the Dill Man, or Dildo (only by his closest companions). Then college had come and gone, as had his physique and his innocence, and then he became “out of shape.” In fact there was no shape to him. He wasn’t a rhombus or a quadrilateral or even a parallelogram. He was a torso and limbs. But he was determined to make a change.


It was a Calvin Klein advertisement that prompted the sudden urge for physical enlightenment. The billboard was on the corner of East Houston and Lafayette and depicted a half naked woman and half naked man embracing while only wearing Calvin Klein underwear.  The half naked woman was beautiful and Tyler had seen her before on some Instagram feed on one of his late night rabbit holes, but the man on the billboard was otherworldly. The man’s body was rippling with muscle, and Tyler very quickly became aware of how sweaty he was under his thin t-shirt, even though it was only 65 degrees out and breezy and not even mid April and all he had done that Saturday morning was wake up at 11:20, eat a bagel, drink an almond latte with an extra shot of espresso, check Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook, then Instagram again. He could feel a pimple forming on the back of his neck.


“I am going to join a gym,” he announced to the world.


“Shut up,” said a stranger passing by.


Later that day he had joined Equinox ($200 initiation fee, $250 per month), bought a new pair of Nike Free Run Trainers ($130), three pair of Nike Flex Running shorts ($45 per pair), and three Under Armour t-shirts ($25 each).


He had wanted to get Nike shirts as well, for he hated mixing brands almost as much as he hated wearing brands, but the Nike tops were all too tight on his chest and made his nipples feel exposed. Being self conscious about ones nipples is one of the worst things in the world, aside from global hunger and YouTube personalities who play the ukulele, so he went with the Under Armour shirts which were more forgiving on both his physique and his wallet.


He would have to phone home and let his father know about the additional charges to the card, but he was still skiing in Aspen and wouldn’t be home for another week. The charges wouldn’t be an issue, he just wanted his father to know so he could be proud of his son for the effort. His father was rich and the rich are always happy when their children spend money. If they don’t have any children, they spend their money on Porsches or plastic surgery, both of which have a near 100% success rate.


Tyler had planned on getting into the gym early the next morning but had drank too much that evening at Erik Brennan’s 32nd birthday party. Erik was from an improv class Tyler had taken when he first moved to the city, and had recently made a video where he interviewed people on the street and asked them what their favorite sexual positions were. Then Erik explained to them if they were subconsciously sexist or not. The video had gone viral and been featured in both Vox and Bustle that morning and subsequently retweeted by Ellen. It was important work and Tyler had shared it on his own Facebook page with the caption “funny + thought provoking work = Erik Brennan.”


The party was at a Mexican bar in the East Village, and Tyler had a few beers, said hi to Erik, had two shots of tequila, sang Erik happy birthday, had a Sangria, said bye to Erik, then ate 2 slices of pizza (one sausage, one sausage and pepperoni), and left at 2 AM. When he got back he ate a spoon of peanut butter straight from the jar (for protein) and fallen asleep.


He woke at 11 AM, checked Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, than Instagram again, where he liked one of Erik’s photos from the party, taken after he left. “Good friends, good timesss” he commented. Then he got dressed and went to the gym, stopping only to purchase a green drink ($7), a Smart Water ($4), and a protein bar ($3).


Equinox was packed, like church on a Sunday morning, only with more self-righteousness and sweat and judgment, and Tyler felt as if everyone was staring at his nipples. He had planned on pairing with a physical trainer but none were available when he arrived at noon, so he sojourned into the unknown, alone.


The treadmills were all full, as were the ellipticals, and he briefly entertained the idea of trying out the rowing machine, before realizing he had never rowed a boat in real life, why would he start on a lie. So he made his way to the floor of free weights and barbells.


Tyler did a few reps on each arm of the twenty-pound dumbbell then moved over to one of the benches where a muscular man with a tan was just finishing up a set with a large amount of weight. He was grunting and panting as if mid-coitus, and when he finished he let out a moan of pleasure Tyler had never released in all of his life.


“Are you finished with the bench?” Tyler asked.


The tan man took one of his headphones out.


“What?” he replied.


“Are you finished with the bench?” Tyler repeated himself, a little louder this time.


“No need to yell bro, all yours,” the man with the tan said as he walked away. Tyler watched him make his way over to the water fountain and noticed a tattoo on the back of his bulging neck. “For Strength & Honor” it read in a cursive font worthy of an encyclical.


Tyler smirked and made a joke in his head about how any neck tattoo should really just say “unemployable,” then thought about tweeting it and ending up typing it out and saving it in his drafts to tweet out later that day when he was likely to get better circulation.


He sat on the bench and checked the weight on either side of the bar. It was 150 pounds, forty pounds less than what he weighed. He knew he wouldn’t be able to do any reps of it, but he was curious as to see how heavy 150 pounds really was.


“For strength and honor,” he whispered to himself, chuckling.


He lay back, ducking his head to fit under the bar. He reached up and gripped the steel, still wet with sweat from the tan man’s hands. He exhaled then pushed up slightly. The bar didn’t budge. Then he pushed slightly harder and felt it move a bit. Finally, with a grunt like a small boar, he pushed up with all his might. He felt it lift up a little then raise into the air just an inch.


The bar was already wet from the tan man’s hands, and Tyler’s soft palms were oily and sweaty and added to the steel’s slippery state, and so as slippery things often do, the bar slipped.  


It fell from his grasp and rolled just over the edge of the cross beams meant to hold the bar secure. 150 pounds came crashing down onto Tyler’s throat and crushed his windpipe, severing his intake of air. He screamed but nothing came out and the tan man with the tattoo couldn’t hear him due to his headphones being noise-cancelling. 


By the time he noticed it was no use. Tyler was finally in shape. 

My Timeline of Top Surgery & Recovery with Dr. Raphael in Plano, Texas.

This is just a master post of my top surgery experience & recovery. I had double incision mastectomy with nipple grafts in Feb of 2016. I also had lipo. The total was $6,750 ($6,000 for the masc and $750 for the lipo on the sides.)
Pictures will be made available at request.

Pre-Op:

  • Because I do not live in the Plano area I drove 5 hours to Plano the day before my surgery and had my pre-op apt that same day.
  • At pre-op I met with one of the nurses and with Dr. Raphael. This is your opportunity to talk to him about your chest, incisions, to bring up concerns and so on. In my case, my mom asked all the questions because she wasn’t as versed as I was on what was going on. 
  • At pre-op they give you a lot of things to sign, they take before photos, and just go over the basic run down of everything you need to do before surgery.
  • Try to plan your pre-op apt as early as possible that day. You will have to go get your prescriptions the day before your surgery and you don’t want to run into the pharmacy closing on you or any issues with the pharmacy not accepting the scripts. I went to Walgreens to get mine filled and they gave me a hard time which led to an hour run around between Walgreens and the doctors office.
  • I was prescribed extra medicines because I had issues with nausea in previous surgeries. If you have concerns about nausea tell the nurse at your pre op and they will get you what you need to prevent you from getting sick. They will walk you through possible medicines you may need based on your medical history and/or allergies you have.
  • The anesthesiologist will call you the night before your surgery. They will tell you not to eat anything too heavy for dinner and to make sure it is pretty bland. I couldn’t eat any dairy either. Also, clear liquids for the most part. Of course they advised me not to eat after 10pm for safety. 
  • Make sure you have a support system with you. First of, you can not have surgery without someone to be with you but I took my mom, my best friend and his brother with me. The surgery center also will not let you have surgery without people to care for you afterwards.
  • Pack or get yourself some button up shirts. You will not be able to get into t-shirt well if at all that first week or so. If you are trying to get into t-shirts that first week you will more than likely pull something as you are not supposed to be lifting your arms at all. (Think about the arm range of a T-Rex. That will be you.)
  • I am a pretty hairy individual so I shaved my chest a couple days prior to surgery. About a week before surgery you should start prepping your body for surgery. You will wash your chest with Betadine Skin Cleanser. You should get this information when you set your surgery date. If you don’t get it, email the office.
  • You will take 500mg of Vitamin C daily in addition to any multi vitamin you may be taking. DO NOT take any extra Vitamin E because it may cause some bleeding.
  • Do NOT take any aspirin or ibuprofen one week prior to surgery and up to two weeks after surgery. (i.e. Bufferin, Anacin, Advil, Motrin, Datril, Excedrin, Anacin-free, etc.)
  • NO SMOKING. Especially 1 week prior and two weeks after surgery.
  • Also, you will have to stop testosterone 2 weeks prior to surgery.

Surgery:

  • My surgery was at 7am and lasted about 3 hours according to my best friend.
  • When you get there you will check in at surgery check in desk on your right after you go through the doors.
  • When they call you back you will change out of your clothes into the hospital gown and socks. (I took this opportunity to take my last selfie in my binder.)
  • You then will be escorted to your surgery bed. The nurses will get you all cozy and warm (I personally overheat easily so I had to have them cool me down a little bit) and start your IV. The anesthesiologist will make an appearance to just walk you through some things. Dr. Raphael will also come in and draw the incision marks and other surgery related things on you.
  • After everything they will use your IV to put you to sleep and start wheeling you to the surgery room. I remember being wheeled to the back and everyone being all smiles. I knocked out right when then they put me on the surgery table.


Post-Op:

  • I woke up and I only remember them asking me if I wanted something to drink (sprite? ginger ale?). I also remember being wheeled out to the car and my best friend and his brother getting me in the car. I remember being placed in the bed in the room. I remember taking a post op selfie and being able to use the restroom by myself.
  • Wearing sweat pants and/or athletic shorts are a must after surgery.
  • My first meal after surgery was mashed potatoes and gravy. Something pretty light is always best.
  • You can only sleep on your back and you have to sleep elevated.
  • I personally had a problem staying awake the first 3 days after surgery or so. I would fall asleep in the middle of doing things. 
  • You will have a post op the day after surgery. Here they will teach you and whoever taking care of you how to care for your dressings for the next week.
  • Your chest is dressed with pads to soak any blood from your incisions. If you had lipo you will have a half pad on those entry points below incisions. Over that is 2 ace bandages that are wrapped tight to deal with swelling. (They are meant to be tight but if you have trouble breathing then loosen them. They are there for support.) The ace bandages will be wrapped over your chest and your lipo points. The ace bandages stay on majority of the time unless you are changing the pads. DO NOT MESS WITH YOUR TAPES OR ANY OTHER BANDAGES! Only change the pads once a day.
  • Dr. Raphael does not use drains.
  • I developed a minor rash around my lipo points because I had to much moisture there from the neosporin. If that happens to you stop putting the neosporin there.
  • At your one week appointment they will remove the dressings and you will see your chest for the first time.
  • Reveal day is very emotional for most people and I knew that I would forget everything that the nurses told me in terms of my continued aftercare. My tip is to have someone record the entire exchange so you can re-listen to the aftercare instructions later.
  • At one week I was told I could drive again, I could sleep on my sides, I could shower again, and that I could wear t-shirts again. (I personally waited to drive longer than that though because I did not feel comfortable at all.)
  • You will continue to wear the ace bandages for a month. It’s hard to think about binding after surgery but its to contain swelling, so don’t cheat your recovery.
  • For your nipple care, you will be given Adaptic (non-adhering dressing) that is meant to keep your nips moist. you will apply some vasoline to the Adaptic. Then you cover that with a gauze pad and medical tape or fabric tape. (All things you can find in the first aid aisle at the store. The nurses will give you some to get started.) You will do this until you run out of the Adaptic they give you. Which should be about a month to 6 weeks.
  • The tapes on your incisions will fall off on their own. Don’t pull them off. They should all fall off on their own around 4 weeks to 6 weeks.
  • After they fall off you will place provided silicone strips for your scars for a while.
  • At the time of surgery, I was delivering pizzas for a living. I will admit that I jumped the gun on returning to work too early. I ended up going back after 3 or 4 weeks. When you can go back is determined by what kind of work you can do.
  • At 6 weeks, my left nipple looked to have healed wonderfully. I pulled the last of my visible sutures, as instructed, that day. My right nipple still had a little spot to heal but seemed to be healing just fine.

Random Tips:

  • If you have a hard time taking pills like I do. You can try taking them with apple sauce.
  • Make sure you have Miralax and Fiber. Pooping after surgery is really important because the pain meds will stop you up.
  • Don’t over do it. Sit down and rest. I am the type of person that will do everything but I can not stress how important it is to sit down and rest and not try to be Superman. Watch your range of motion, even if it feels, “just fine”. It will have effects on your healing.
  • Netflix. Netflix. Netflix.
  • I don’t hear this referenced too much but for those of you who play instruments, I play violin among others, I would suggest waiting the entire 6 weeks before playing again. 

The nurses will honestly give you everything that you need for recovery. There is no need to worry about recovery supplies. They really give you everything. Make sure you read all of the paperwork they give you in terms of pre op and post op. I did have surgery in Feb of 2016 so things make have slightly changed. This is also MY experience and MY experience alone. My health is different than yours so please listen to the nurses and doctors. I shared my experience to help others have an idea on what to roughly expect.

If you have any questions, feel free to message me or send me asks!

Boring Board Game: Sam x Reader Smut

Imagine: Fooling around with Sam after Dean falls asleep.

Warnings: Smut

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Fandom: Supernatural

Notes: I wrote this at 3 am.


“Can you guys shut the hell up? I’m trying to sleep.” Dean groaned from the couch. He had chosen to sleep in the living room because he had spilt water all over his bed.

You rolled your eyes and Sam smirked, looking back down the the game you were seated around. You were bored and found some old timey board game, Sam suggested you try it out. You replied with a ‘why not’. It was pretty dumb, a basic roll the dice move your piece kind of thing.

“How about we make it a bit more interesting.” You huffed in boredom as you moved your piece up three squares.

Sam looked up to you, adjusting his legs. The floor was a bit uncomfortable but it was in the middle of the living room, so you had plenty of space. You would have used a table but the board was way too big to fit on any table in the bunker. “How so?” He asked with an amused smile on his face.

You smiled innocently, shrugging it. Looking back to Dean to make sure he was asleep, you leaned closer to Sam. Locking eyes with him your smile turned not so innocent. “If one of us rolls a five, we remove one article of clothing. The other player gets to choose.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Seriously? Are you twelve?” He asked but when he saw you were deadly serious he swallowed hard and looked over to Dean, who was snoring. He sighed before his hazel eyes flicked back over to you. “Alright, sure. You first.”

You smiled and changed sitting positions, now sitting on your feet. You shook the dice in your hands and let it fall on the board with a clatter. You rolled a three and a six. You smirked in triumph and moved your piece up nine squares.

Time was slow as Sam picked up the two small cubes, shook them in his hands and let them fall onto the board. A four and a two. You mentally cursed and Sam saw your look of disappointment, smirking and shaking his head as he moved his piece.

The process repeated until you finally rolled a five. You hadn’t counted on you being the first to roll a five. And two, at that. Your cheeks heated up and you looked up at Sam. He was smirking, a look of smug success on his face.

“Screw you.” You laughed quietly and looked back to Dean, who had his face planted in his pillow. He was fast asleep. And thankfully he was a deep sleeper when he knew Sam was awake.

“Socks.” Sam said and you looked back to him, raising a brow. He just shrugged. “Don’t wanna start off too quickly, or we’d be naked in three turns.” He said and your cheeks heated up as he spoke. He sure was serious about the situation.

You took your feet out from under your thighs and removed your pink socks, tucking them into each other and tossing it towards the dining room. You’d get them later. You smirked once you were done, but the look on Sam’s face got you worried.

“And, your shirt.” He said and your breath caught in your throat. Blood started to flow between your legs and you looked at Dean again, which was starting to get annoying. Sam noticed your hesitation. “Want to go to my room?” He offered and you tried not to whimper in excitement.

You just nodded and grabbed the two dice, your two player pieces, and let Sam grab the board. The walk to his room was silent and full of tension, as you walked up the stairs you could feel him staring at you and it made your movements hurt in anticipation.

When you finally got into his room he shut the door behind you, locking it. The pieces in your hands felt extremely heavy as Sam laid out the large board on his floor, sitting down cross legged. He looked up to you and you swallowed, sitting down in the same position as you. When he didn’t speak you remembered you were supposed to take off your shirt.

You looked down to your button up silk nightshirt nervously, your trembling hands reaching up to the bottom button. It slipped out of the hole with ease and you continued on upwards, the last button leaving you almost bare. You had forgotten you had a tank top on under it and you almost laughed at the irony, you were so scared for nothing. You threw the shirt behind you, the cool air raising goosebumps on your newly exposed arms and shoulders.

Sam smirked, rolling his eyes. “Fair enough.” He sighed and put the pieces back where they were, picking up the two dice cubes. He shook them in his palms and let them loose with a deafening clack on the wooden board. You leaned forward with your heart pounding. A five and a two. You looked up to him with a wicked, cocky grin.

“Shirt.” You said and leaned back with your arms crossed, confidence back. But it quickly faded as Sam pulled the plain tee-shirt over his head, his practically impossibly perfect muscles making your mouth water. He was golden tan, his skin littered with a few scars here and there but otherwise perfect. Of course, he noticed you staring and he smiled, looking down. His smile wasn’t cocky anymore, he looked bashful. Sam Winchester? Bashful? Hah! That’s funny.

But when you saw the blush on his cheeks you knew that it was exactly his current emotion. Your heart lurched and you smiled, he was so cute it broke your heart.

“Your turn.” He said as he moved his pieces and you snapped out of your daze, picking up the two dice. You shook and rolled, getting a two and a three. You sighed in disappointment and moved your pieces, handing the dice to Sam. He got a four and a six, which seemed to disappoint him as well, and he handed them back to you.

You almost prayed as you let the dice roll out of your hands. They flipped and spun, finally deciding to land on a five and a three. You moved your pieces and looked up, biting your lip. “Pants.” Your voice was barely a whisper and he swallowed hard, glancing down at his sweatpants.

“What have you gotten me into?” He muttered to himself and you bit your bottom lip, watching him as he stood up and untied the strings on his gray pants. He let them fall and he kicked them away, staring at you and waiting for a reaction.

Your throat and mouth dried, everything seeming to freeze. He was so beautiful it was unbelievable. His legs were toned as well, his boxers hiding too much. When he sat back down you suddenly felt you were wearing too much and you hoped he’d roll two fives.

Your wish came true as he let the dice fall, the tension so thick you could taste it. His eyes flickered up to yours, which were glued to the five black dots on both white dice. You slowly looked up, licking your lips and waiting for him to speak.

“Shorts.” He said and you struggled to stand, the undeniable lust making you shake. Your fingers went to the hem of your pajama shorts, slipping them into the waistband. You took your time sliding them down your thighs, letting them pool around your ankles. You kicked them away, right next to Sam’s sweatpants, and you sat back down cross-legged.

Sam’s eyes shamefully landed between your legs, which were giving him a perfect view. He shifted, swallowing hard as he looked back up to you. “Tank-top.” His voice was deep now, deep and serious. You shuddered at his voice, chills running up your spine as you grabbed the bottom of your tank-top and pulled it over your head. You heard him sigh as you threw it behind you, his eyes roaming over your bare chest. He licked his lips and looked up to you, his eyes flittering around nervously. If you hadn’t known Sam for so long you’d think he was a virgin.

You didn’t know what to say so you reached out to grab the dice but Sam’s hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you and startling you at the same time. You looked up with furrowed brows, a question forming on your lips but Sam stopped you.

“I think, we both know it isn’t about this stupid game anymore.” Sam said breathlessly, looking into your eyes. Your lips parted and your breath caught in your throat, his gaze was so intense it shook you. You could feel wetness forming between your legs and you closed your eyes, letting out a sigh. This was so much you could orgasm right then and there.

You nodded at his words and Sam leaned forward, smashing his lips against yours. His lips were so soft and plump, they matched your perfectly and you sighed into his mouth. He used one hand to run through your hair and the other to steady you at the small of your back so you didn’t fall backwards. He gasped in pain as the player piece dug angrily into his thigh and you looked down, smiling nervously. “Bed?” You asked and he nodded, grimacing.

You stood up and all but flung yourself onto his soft, comfortable bed, your legs spread wide and eager for him. His mouth gaped open and you felt self conscious for a moment, but it all ceased when you noticed his erection through his boxers. He walked forward, sinking his knees into the bed and settling between your thighs. He leaned down to kiss you, using his hands to pull your thighs around his waist. Through both of your underwear you could feel each other so well, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold off your orgasm long once he was inside you.

Once his lips touched yours again he slowly rubbed his hips between your legs, stimulating you immensely. You gasped into his kiss, arching your back and fumbling to grab at his hair. Once you got hold of it you tugged and he groaned, removing his lips from yours to find a new target. He sunk his teeth into your neck, gently biting down as he thrusted against you. You cried out, rubbing yourself on his erection, trying hard to get any friction you could.

“Sam, enough of this.” Your voice was a whisper as he kissed and sucked on your shoulders. “Make love to me.” You said and he sat up, looking down to you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said as he smiled, taking his boxers off. He took the liberty of taking your own underwear off, tossing it over his shoulder. He wasted no time in slipping two fingers inside you, causing you to gasp sharply. He closed his eyes and groaned feeling how tight you were around your fingers. “(Y/N), you feel so good.”

“I’ll feel even better wrapped around your cock, fuck me Sam.” You groaned and he happily obliged, settling again between your thighs and rubbing his tip against you. You gasped and moaned, hungrily biting your lip and reaching up to sink your nails into his shoulders. He pushed his head inside you, stretching you almost painfully. He waited a moment before continuing to push, finally buried to the hilt. You didn’t dare move, you knew if you did you’d cum. And you wanted to hold off on it as long as possible.

He waited painfully long before he started moving, yanking your thighs up to him. You cried out in surprise at the new angle, his head rubbed against that perfect spot and you felt yourself starting to approach your orgasm. Sam felt you tighten around his cock and he started slowly, deeply thrusting, making sure to roll his hips in a way to hit your magic spot every thrust. You soon came, toppling over that high edge. Your body stiffened and you shook, gasping and letting out a short groan before you went slack onto the mattress.

“Already?” Sam teased and you were tempted to slap him. But when you opened his eyes and saw his sunflower eyes and his dimpled smile, you couldn’t help but smile back.

“You don’t know how beautiful you are, Sam.” You said quietly and he started to move again.

“Keep talking.” He whispered with closed eyes and you grinned suddenly. Sam had a praise kink. You couldn’t blame him, he wasn’t appreciated enough.

“You’re so gorgeous, not only on the outside, but in as well.” You panted as he thrusted inside you, slowly speeding up. Your body rocked back and forth on the mattress and you moaned. “God Sam, you’re perfect, so good, you’re so good and pure. My pure Sam.” Your voice got choppy as he sped up, thrusting harder and faster. Your cries turned to loud grunts that you couldn’t hold back, deep guttural growls emerging from Sam’s throat.

He thrusted inside you for god knows how long, it felt like hours of pure heaven. In that time you praised him, kissed him egged him on until he finally came with a loud groan inside you. His muscles seemed to bulge out from his skin and you watched him cum, the sight of it forcing you to orgasm as well. You both panted, coming down from your high, sweaty and exhausted.

When you were back to your senses you sat up, running a hand through your sweaty hair. You looked at Sam, gleaming with sweat, naked on his bed for you. You smiled at his beauty, which caught his eye and he smiled back.

“I liked that game.” He said quietly, tired from his orgasm.

“I liked it too.” You agreed and stretched, standing up to pick up your underwear. Sam sat up with furrowed brows, watching you step into them.

“Are you going to your room?” He asked cautiously and you picked up a hint of disappointment in his questioning voice.

“Well, I didn’t know if you wanted me to stay or not. I don’t want to be that annoying one time thing who thinks they can stay.” You said, looking anywhere but at him.

“It wasn’t a one time thing.” Sam said quietly. “I mean, I hope it wasn’t. I really like you. And the things you said about me… Well, I’m not good with words. I get shy. Can you just… turn off the light and sleep with me?” He asked in a hopeful voice and you almost cried at how adorable he sounded. He looked at you with puppy eyes and you smiled, nodding.

“I’ll sleep with you tonight. Scooch over.” You stepped back out of your shorts and turned off the lights before climbing into bed with him, wrapping the sheets over your naked bodies. Sam wrapped an arm around you and you rested your head on his chest, falling asleep to the steady beat of his heart.