such incredibly dirty thoughts

Oh My My

Pairing: Avengers x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: Still kinda lame, bad pickup lines (that I did not come up with), bad language, sexual innuendos, my writing

(A/N): My friend requested a second, more dirty, part. So, yeah…hope you´re happy. Kinda lamer than the first part, but whatever. And once again, if you see a pickup line/ dirty remark that belongs to you, please message me and I´ll gladly credit you. Enjoy.

Oh My

Summary: You thought you heard the last of me? Ha! Or: The Team attempts to cope with your You-ness.

Originally posted by models-in-motion-gifs

„Can you just…not…do that?“

Steve huffs impatiently, watching you turn and blink at him all too innocently.

“Do what, Captain? Admire the view?”

You gesture behind yourself, towards the small group of people that were currently being shoved into the back of a SHIELD van. Two young, handsome males and a beautiful, blonde female.

“They are terrorists, [Y/N]. Can you at least fake some professionalism?”

You shake your head with an amused smirk, your gaze lingering on him just long enough to see him reach out to massage his temple.

“What am I going to do with you?”

A laugh bubbles up at the back of throat and you turn, sending him a wink over your shoulder as you set into a casual stroll towards his motorcycle.

“My, Captain, I can think of a few things. Might need to stretch first though.”

His annoyed groan only serves to amuse you further, [E/C] meeting his cerulean blue ones just as he sweeps a hand over his slightly reddened face.

“I´m serious, [Y/N]. If you step out of line one more time-“

“You will give me a good spanking, got it, Captain.”

He buries his face in his hands with a shuddering sigh, the flush that spreads across his face delightfully bright.

And I can tell, today´s going to be a good day.

“How did you pull that off?”

Bruce´s disbelieving whisper drags a small chuckle out of you, your grip on his arm tightening insignificantly when he slowly leads you towards the emergency exit, flash-drive with the needed data safely stored in his jackets pocket.

“Like a wise person once said: If you can´t blow them away with your brilliance, baffle them with your bullshit.”

He snorts a laugh, opening the door for you once you´ve made sure that you could slip away undetected.

“You amaze me, [Y/N].”

“And we haven’t even slept together yet.”

You smile teasingly his way, easily slipping into the driver´s seat of your getaway car, while Bruce stands next to it for a few moments, shaking his head in a mixture of amusement and embarrassment.

You´ve had a lot of brilliant ideas in your life- a whole lot, but this, you decide, might just have been one of your very best.

“Please tell me I´m hallucinating…”

Tony´s disbelieving whisper drags a chuckle out of you, [E/C] sparkling in amusement as you push away from the set of suits that both Pepper and you have taken great pleasure in painting bright neon pink.

“Well, I am dreamy, but please do contain yourself, darling.”

He takes a shaky inhale, his eye twitching to the rhythm of his pulse. Or as doctor Cho would have put it, unhealthily fast.

“Don´t worry, it´s not waterproof”

You grin at him, reaching out to plant your lips to his cheek in an attempt to soothe his rattled nerves, before you lean back with a playful smirk on your lips.

“What do you say we get out of here, darling. To blow of some steam. Emphasis on the blow.”

He chokes on thin air, his eyes widening, and you take a picture, laughing at it and his truly priceless expression for the rest of your day-off.

“It´s beautiful”

You turn upon hearing Bucky´s voice, training your eyes onto the item the soldier was currently referring to.

It turned out to be Wanda´s new scarf, a fabric of gorgeous scarlet color that complimented both her powers and leather jacket lovely.

“Suits you”

Clint pipes up from across the room, sending you a quick look that almost begs you to say something also. Preferably something incredibly dirty. And who are you to disappoint?

“Indeed, it does. Maybe if you´re feeling a little frisky you´ll let me use it on you in more existing ways.”

She blushes and buries her face in her scarf, her cheeks as delightfully red as the fabric itself, while you merely take a calm sip of your tea and tone out Clint´s barking laughter.

You never failed to be pleased by Bucky´s delight at the simplest and most basest of things, one of the main reasons why you took to treating the Super Soldier to lunches and dinners every now and again, introducing him to various restaurants, bars and cafés while you were at it too.

“That was mind-blowing”

You grin up at him from behind your burger

“Not usually the circumstances I hear that, but I´ll take it.”

You narrowly dodge a fry that he throws your way, laughing at the small blush that tinted his cheeks as his creative imagination paved a way for, what you are sure, were some incredibly dirty thoughts and pictures.

“I hate you…”

“Wanna watch a movie?”

You smirk at Sam from behind the book that you were reading, teasingly raising a delicate brow.

“Why, Wilson, a little ´Netflix and Chill´ is always welcome”

He raises his own brows in slightly flustered disbelief, turning to Pietro for help only to receive a nonchalant shrug in return.

“Welcome to our world…”

You throw a book at the speedster, watching bemusedly as he calmly dodges it by craning his head to the right.

“Glad I´m flexible, right?”

“Certainly, although I´d love to find out just how flexible you can be, love.”

You treat him to a coy smirk and flirtatious chuckle, ruffling up his hair on your way to the elevator when you take notice of the color that set upon his cheeks.

“You coming or what, Wilson?”

“Me? Oh I-“

“Oh, I´m sure he already came!”

You laugh at Tony´s good natured jab, teasingly beckoning the flustered Sam to join you in the elevator with a wiggle of your index finger.

Patience, to most people´s surprise, had always been one of your strong suits, combined with the fact that you, not very unlike Natasha, were impeccable at stealth, it made you into a force to be reckoned with.

A force that Clint, just like HYDRA, learned to fear. For wholly different reasons.


A girlish shriek rips from his lips and you muster a self-satisfied smirk in return, watching him jump away from you, with clear amusement in your eyes.

“I hate you!”

He grips his chest for emphasis, wheezing and far from amused by your sudden and quite frankly startling appearance.

“Now that, darling, is where I beg to differ. I hold firm to the belief that I´m like walking heroin, very habit forming-“

“And it never ends well”

You chuckle at him and nod, offering him the basket of fries you brought along to share with the Archer.

“Now that this is out of the way, I figured you´d be hungry, after a jump like that.”

Nevertheless the withering look he gives you at the mention of his reaction to your sudden appearance, he takes the basket.

“To think you could be scared of lil´ol´me…”

“I wasn’t scared…”

And after swallowing, he quickly adds

“You´re not scary”

You merely grin at him, the flirtatious twinkle in your eyes unmissable and bright

“Well, in this case, rest assured, darling. I still have some tricks up my sleeve that can make you tremble- perhaps not in fear, but-“

You snort a laugh at him as he chokes on his fries and leave him to his demise, still coughing and red-faced.

“You know”

You crack your knuckles one by one, allowing your gaze to stray from her self-satisfied smirk and onto the heap of whimpering and unconscious HYDRA Agents before you.

“Shattering their bones is one thing, but shattering their bones, stepping on their manly pride and then laughing in their faces…”

You turn to give her a look of mock disappointment

“That´s just cruel”

“So, arrest me”

A teasing, lopsided grin is what it takes for Natasha to realize her mistake. Her green eyes flitting to where your hand is already reaching for your own pair of handcuffs.

“With utmost pleasure

“Don’t you dare”

You found Maria to be a person of utmost grace and intelligence. Someone who, despite being confined to her office for the better part of forever, still had no trouble slipping into the role of an active Agent if need be.

It´s unlike you, and if somebody were to point it out, you would most certainly deny it, but you admired that about her.

So, it came as no surprise to you when your eyes lingered on her frame for a moment longer than they needed to be, watching profanities leave her lips in an enraging volume if only to convince the target that she was truly offended.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Natasha´s gaze on you, her own green eyes twinkling in amusement as she watched your lips curl upwards at Maria´s impeccable performance.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Her voice reaches you over the com

“I´d love to make that woman scream for real”

It takes you a moment to realize why Maria cracks for a split-second, a flush setting upon her cheeks.

“She left her com on”

Natasha informs you and not missing a beat, she adds a questioning

“You´ll never stop, will you?”

You merely shake your head, teasingly winking Maria´s way when she sends you a half-hearted glare over the target´s shoulder.

A good day indeed

Dim Rooms & Daddy Kinks

Genre: Smut

A/N: Thank you so much, sweet anon!! I genuinely adored this prompt so much and loved writing this!! Thank you for reading my first proper fic on this blog!

Word Count: 2420

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Age Gaps (Dan’s 17 and Phil’s 21) that’s really it

You can read this and my other older fics on AO3 here

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anonymous asked:

hi hi! :3 do you think i could request some nagito scenarios since i'm a sucker for nagito? like a short s/o shyly asking for a kiss or the aphrodisiac soup one would be great ;A;


Request: Nagito Komaeda & small S/O shyly asking for a kiss

  • The two of you had been on a date
  • It was about your third together
  • And he had tentatively taking your hand
  • Fingers entwining with yours and offering a soft smile
  • He was walking you home
  • Though once outside your house he was prepared to just embrace you and leave
  • But he hesitated
  • When he noticed you seemed to want something
  • “…Y/N? Is there something you want to ask?”
  • You blushed
  • Before meeting his eyes
  • “Maybe… Could I have a kiss?”
  • He can’t stop the smile that glides over his lips
  • And he just gently places his fingers under your chin
  • Before curling down to kiss you
  • It’s so soft and tender
  • But also short
  • He didn’t trust himself to be able to stop at one
  • You’re both blushing after
  • And he just pulls you into an embrace
  • “I’ll talk to you later~”

Request: Nagito Komeda & S/O aphrodisiac soup

  • The pair of you had gone to Teruteru’s restaurant
  • By recommendation
  • But Komaeda had been mildly sceptical getting a soup ‘on the house’
  • And he was right to be
  • The pair of you were panting softly
  • And you were incredibly flush
  • He couldn’t stop the dirty thoughts of you from running through his mind
  • And how you’d look …
  • He slapped his cheeks
  • But the feelings didn’t stop
  • Instead he just stood up
  • “Please, tell the chef there’s something wrong with this dish. We must leave.”
  • He dragged you from the restaurant
  • Only making it to an alleyway before his hands were all over you
Requested Negan x Reader Smut

Title: Don’t Tease
Author: @wickednerdery
Fandom: AMC’s The Walking Dead
Pairing/character: Negan/Reader (with Lucille on the side, haha)
Rating: FRM/FRAO
Summary: Everyone kneels for Negan and Lucille eventually.
Notes: Rating for smut smut smuttiness, a barbed wire bat, bit of blood, and enjoyment of bodily fluids (of the male variety, heh), haha!  Because of all this, there’s also a “read more” lol!!  This was requested by @harlystar, like, forever ago and I finally got the chance to do it…I can only hope it was worth the wait, lol!

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Alec Hardy’s eyes.

Imagine for bootylikedallas || Cameron Dallas

A/N: For my beautiful Bahraini princess, bootylikedallas. I’m sorry this sucks so much, baby. But if you want another, you know I gotchu! xoxo

Strong Sexual Content

Luckily for me, the fire alarm went off at work and the technicians nor the fire department could get it to turn off. Why is that lucky? Because everyone got to go home early, that’s why. Driving home contently, I can’t contain my excitement to lounge around for the rest of the day. Cameron wouldn’t be home until later, which gave me the whole day to watch whatever T.V. show or movie I desired. Popping in The Notebook into the kitchen’s television, I grab all the fixings for vanilla cupcakes and get to work. After I finish beating the batter, I pour it into the lined cupcake tray and place them into the oven that I had preheated. Turning up the volume as I jump onto the counter, I smile. This movie never got old. Just as it was starting to get good, I hear the oven’s timer go off and I remove the cupcakes from it. The aroma of the baked batter fills the house and I moan at the scent. I couldn’t wait to ice and veg. 

Mixing the ingredients for raspberry cream cheese frosting, I dip my finger into it and taste. “Mmm,” I hum at the swirl of flavors against my tongue. “Just perfect.” Once the cupcakes have cooled down, I spread just the right amount of frosting onto them and take a bite. Nearly having a mouthgasm, I squeal. They were absolutely perfect. Bang! What on earth was that sound? “Cameron?” I call out, confused. “Fuck!” I hear him shout. “Baby, what’s wrong?” I ask, walking into the foyer. He doesn’t answer me, just looks deep into my eyes. He’s angry, I can tell you that much. Walking towards him, I lift my hand to caress his cheek. But I didn’t have the chance. Before I know it, he’s got both my arms pressed up against the wall, his body covering mine. In one, swift motion, he pulls his baggy t-shirt up and off of me. 

“No bra and no shorts, baby?” He asks me. Shaking my head, my teeth sink down onto my lower lip. Turning me around so that my palms and cheek are flat against the wall, he lowers himself onto his knees. Hooking two fingers under the lace of my panties, he slowly drags them down. “Fuck, you’re so damn wet for me,” he groans as I step out of the fabric around my ankles. Rising up again, he takes my lips in the most erotic, hungry kiss. Snaking his hand between my thighs, he thrusts two fingers into my heat without warning. Arching my back, I scream his name. “I can’t fucking hear you, Y/N,” he breathes against my neck. “Who makes you feel this way? Who gives you this much fucking pleasure?” He asks, his dominant persona making an appearance. Screaming his name even louder, my thighs weaken and my muscles tighten around his fingers. “That’s it, baby,” Cameron encourages.

As I come around him, I shriek. “Oh, my fucking god, baby,” I respire once I gain control of my breathing. Scooping me up into his arms, he carries me upstairs and to our bedroom, throwing me onto the bed. “You’re really playing rough today, you know?” I ask rhetorically as I lift my leg and snake it down his body, starting at his chest, ending at his…oh, wow. Flipping myself onto my front and undoing the zipper and buttons on Cam’s jeans, I pull them down. I don’t even wait for him to take them off, I just pull down his boxer briefs and lick a line from the base of his shaft to the head. “Mmm,” I hum against him, the vibrations surely offering pleasure. “What makes you think you’re in charge, baby?” He asks, fisting his hand in my hair and holding my head back. “Ugh,” I groan, a useless feeling taking over. I love it when Cam’s like this, so in control, so dominant. Taking his free hand and lining his cock up with my mouth, he thrusts rapidly, hitting the back of my throat every time. Wrapping my lips around him, I look up into his clouded eyes. 

Just before he’s about to come, Cameron pulls out and lays on the bed. “Ride me,” he says, nonchalantly. Raising my brow with a smirk, I nod. “As you wish,” I suck on my bottom lip. Straddling his waist, my hands rest on his toned abs. I lower myself onto him slowly, only the head of his shaft inside of me. Without warning, he grabs hold of my waist and pushes me down all the way, moans erupting from inside of me. “Fuck, baby,” he groans as his head falls back. As I roll my hips, writhing above him, he squeezes my hips. “Ride me, just like that,” he whispers, just loud enough for me to hear. Lifting myself off of him and pushing back down with force, I feel myself near my climax each time. “Baby, I’m so cl-,” I begin to say. But quickly my words formed into moans as Cameron slapped his palm forcefully against my bottom. I feel myself clenching him as pleasure shoots through my body. It’s everywhere, it’s in my veins, in my blood. He practically consumed me. As I fall weak in the wake of my orgasm, he continues to ride it out for me, clenching my hips. And just like that, another quickly builds as I feel Cameron come inside of me. “Oh, oh, oh my-,” I moan loudly, my nails digging into his taut skin.

I collapse onto his chest, no longer able to hold myself up. “That…,” I begin to say. “Was incredible,” he finishes my thought. 

Request: CAN U PLEASE do a josh dun smut where you’ve been dating for a while (maybe they’re like in highschool or college or something?) AND UR BOTH VIRGINS AND U GIVE JOSH HEAD FOR THE FIRST TIME AND HES NEVER DONE ANYTHING SEXUAL BEFORE AND LIKE HES ALL FLUSTERED AND SHIT PLEASE OML I NEED THIS KN MY LIFE

Word count: 882


The bell rings and I slam my math book closed and rush out of class. Finally. I head out to the parking lot and wait under our tree. We always meet here after school. After 5 minutes of waiting, I feel the familiar strong arms wrap around my waist. I smile as he softly kisses my neck and I spin around. “Hey” Josh says, his eyes crinkling as they always do when he smiles. “Hey.” I reply. “How was your day?” I ask.”Better now” He answers, kissing me gently. We pull away. “You’re a cringey little shit aren’t you?” I laugh as I take his hand and we begin walking down the street. “Your place, right?” I ask. “Yep, if that’s still okay with you?” Josh says. “Of course.” We continue walking, swinging our hands between us. “I ordered pizza by the way” Josh tells me. “But it wont arrive for a while.” “That’s fine, I guess I could get some of my homework done” I smile as we arrive at Josh’s house. We open the door and are greeted by Josh’s mum (or mom I’m British okay I’ll write mom if you want) “Hi Mrs. Dun!” I smile. “Hello y/n! I didn’t know you were coming over?” “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, but don’t worry about dinner, I ordered pizza for the two of us and payed myself. We’re gonna go hang out in my room until it arrives.” Josh says, taking my hand and guiding me to his room. We enter and the familiar smell of his aftershave hits me and I smile, going to sit down on his bed. I glance around his room and grin when my eyes land on his drum kit. “Play me something.” I say. “What? No, I’m not really that good its fine” Josh quickly says. “Play me something” I repeat, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. He stands there looking at me, and then his drums for a moment, you can see the battle going on in his head as he asks himself if he should do it or not. “Fine.” He reluctantly sits down and picks up his drumsticks and twirls them around his fingers a few times. “You really need to teach me how to do that.” I say. Josh laughs, “I will, one day.” He begins to drum a song and I can’t do anything but sit there, mesmerised by his playing. Well, that and how hot he looks. I love watching him play drums. He enjoys it so much and you can really see it on his face. The way he sometimes closes his eyes and shakes his head, and licks and bites his lips. I can already feel myself getting turned on. No. Josh and I are both 17 year old virgins. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts… To bring me back to reality, I hear Josh’s voice. “How was that?” I cough. “R-really good. Incredible even.” I splutter, not being able to shake dirty thoughts from my mind. “Hey, you okay?” Josh asks, sitting down on the bed next to me. Fuck it. I fling myself onto Josh so I’m sitting on his lap, facing him, and kiss him urgently. He freezes for a moment, surprised, but then quickly places his hands on my hips and kisses back. I grind on him softly and he moans. “y/n-” “shhhhh” I say, kissing down his jaw and to his neck. “H-holy shit y/n” Josh groans, breathing heavily and gripping my waist tighter. I get off him and kneel on the floor between his legs. I put my hands on the button of his jeans and look up at him. He nods nervously and I undo the button, quickly sliding his jeans off him, to reveal his hard erection showing through his boxers. I smile lightly as I rub his dick through the thin cloth and he throws his head back and lets out a moan that makes me even wetter than I already am. I wrap my fingers around the elastic in his boxers and slowly pull them down, as his cock slaps against his stomach. “F-fuck y/n” He groans again as I throw his boxers to the side and inch closer to him. I take him in my hand, slowly rubbing up and down as he grips the bedsheets tightly. “Jesus christ, y/n” He moans. Hearing him moan my name like that makes me want to suck his cock even more. I lick up his length, painfully slowly as he moans and throws his head back again. Suddenly I take him into my mouth, and he lets out a moan so loud that his mom can probably hear. I pump him in and out of my mouth a few times before he moans out again. “H-holy fuck y/n I think I’m gonna-” before he can finish his sentence, I feel him fall apart above me, as the salty substance hits the back of my throat and I swallow it. I look up to see a flustered Josh, sweat making his skin glisten. He’s still breathing heavily, while I sit beside him on the bed and kiss him softly. “holy shit, y/n, that was-” He’s cut off by Mrs. Dun. “Joshua? Y/n? Your pizza is here!”


HOPE U LIKED THAT I ENJOYED WRITING IT AHH- As this is being uploaded I’m actually writing another as I wrote this yesterday but scheduled this to go up today so look forward to that!


Going Home - Chapter 15

I’m honestly scared to post this chapter because it takes everything to another extreme and I stared at this for four months and still am not sure if it was okay that I wrote this.
TRIGGER WARNING: rape & abuse.
Just a reminder: This is a work of fiction. These characters have features of real life persons, but they are characters nonetheless. Don’t hate me.
Previous chapters.

Chapter 15: Buried Alive

I knew I couldn’t think straight, I knew I needed to go somewhere, be alone for an hour, cool down, but at the same time I knew I couldn’t do that because I needed a distraction, someone that wasn’t Val, someone that was the exact opposite of Val, and the next best person that came to my mind was Jay.

It was a bad idea, of course, especially after the last time I had gone to him in this state of mind, but this time I didn’t want to talk anyway, this time I wanted him to fuck me senseless and get me high and make me forget that I had felt something for a man that had turned out to be an asshole just like everyone else.

I walked the few blocks to Jay’s apartment, pounded against his door and tumbled past him into the small room that he called his home.

“Take your clothes off. Now.” I was already jumping out off my pants, trying to keep at least some kind of balance, and then unzipped my jacket and threw it on the floor before I realized Jay wasn’t moving at all. “I said: Take your clothes off.”

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