sweet lust

Got7's Favorite Part Of You

Issa me! This happens to be my first piece of writing on this dear app, so I hope it isn’t too terrible. I hope you enjoy whatever this is weird block of words is. Feedback is appreciated! *inserts smiley face* —————————————————–


Your thighs. They literally fascinate him. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing he always finds a way to touch your thighs. When your kissing his favorite thing is when you wrap your legs around him and he can feel your thighs as much as he likes. He’s in love with them and isn’t afraid to tell you just that.


Your lips. He loves how your lips seem to mold together perfectly with his. He loves the feel of them, how soft they are, and he especially loves how your kisses can turn from delicate and sweet to rough and lust-filled in no time at all. To him, the best thing ever is to be able to come home and know that those lips are all his.


Your neck. You wouldn’t even have to guess you’ll know this is his favorite place on you without a doubt. Any chance he gets he is kissing, biting, and licking your neck. He loves how you seem to unravel underneath him when he places lingering kisses from your earlobe to your collarbone. It is the perfect stress reliever for him and you definitely don’t mind letting him kiss you all up and down.


Your eyes. He is constantly mesmerized when it comes to your eyes. He can stare at them all day and never get tired. He can always tell what you’re thinking or how you’re you’re feeling just by looking at your eyes. They’re his favorite thing about you and whenever he looks into your eyes he feels at home.


Your nose. He finds everything about your nose utterly adorable and he’s always talking about it. From the shape to the size of it it’s his favorite. Eskimo kisses are a must when it comes of him.


Yo booty. It doesn’t matter how big or small your butt is he will be in love with it. Whenever you guys are chilling in bed he’ll either grab your butt (just because), or, if the position allows he’ll lay his head on your butt. He’s a fool so best and believe when things get heated he will be all up, in, and around it.


Your hands. He’s a smol bean and holding your hand is his favorite thing in the world and your hands fit together perfectly, which makes it even better. He loves playing with your fingers and it’s extremely endearing to you when he talks about something that interests him and he starts playing with your fingers, eyes lit up. To him, just holding your hand and knowing that you’re there, supporting him, is the best thing ever.

Originally posted by alvarez432

Let Me Tell You

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: language, very fluffy smut with slightly Dom!Cas. Can someone say “yum”?

A/N: I have no idea how or why I came up with this… But there it is. Sorry again for another cheesy fic. Call your dentist; you’ll need some fillings after this one.

You blinked the sleep from your eyes as you stared up at the ceiling. The light warmth radiating off of the angel beside you soothed you as your vision came into focus.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Cas brushed a few rogue strands from your face. He gazed down at you with hooded eyes, slowly scanning up and down your form.

You furrowed your brow. “What?” You knew Cas loved you, and you loved him. But he was very different about showing it. You were more of the showing type, kisses, hugs, amazing sex. But Cas was different. He was definitely into showing his undying love, but he loved telling you too.

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I am every ounce a romantic. I love ‘love’. The ultimate soul consuming kind of love. The quick 1,2,3, thrusting passionate love. Two bodies making slow love, the new fresh love that causes your heart to race and your face to flush. I’m in love with the flowers that get delivered, the eyes that meet in coffee shops. I never tire of every sweet cliché.  Lust, passion, undying love: I can ingest it all. I cry along side those whose hearts get broken. I weep for the loss of a love that took up one half of someone’s heart. New love, old love, lost love, unrequited love, all types of love in this world and I savor it all.
—  AO– Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #18
Seduction- Natasha Romanoff Smut

Pairing- Natasha Romanoff x reader/O/C

Words- 2213

Summary- after an unsuccessful mission, you and Natasha decide to lounge at your place, only to give into your deepest desires (I kinda fucked up the first summary coz I was planning a different plot but yeah, and as I looked at it today I realised that the summary was wrong)

Warnings- smutty smut, girlxgirl, swearing, unprotected sex (yes girlxgirl can end with bad shit but glove it before ya love it)

A/N- this is my first proper fic on this account, and me being me, I decided to make it hella smutty

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I Don't Want You To Stop ( Spencer Reid x Reader )

A/N: Hey guys! So I was just in the mood to write a little light smut so here ya go lol
Warnings: light smut, kinda awkward but cute fluff
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: Prompt #65 from a prompt list. So basically the plot is Spencer and his girlfriend is having their first intimate moment and Spencer doesn’t really know what to do (because he’s smol and awkward) but he eventually gets the hang of it 😏

Spencer and I had to pair up in a hotel room considering there was a shortage on rooms but it’s not like we had a problem with it.
I watched Spencer sitting in the chair reading a book with his glasses on, his tongue grazing his bottom lip, making my stomach churn.
He shifted a little clearing his throat, almost groaning.
I stood up and walked over to him taking the book from his hands.
“I won’t loose your page.” I said laying it on the table.
He looked up at me confused as to what I was doing.
I took his glasses off and pulled him up by his tie.
He looked scared and excited at the same time.
His mouth moved as if he was going to say something but instead he drug his tongue across his lips again, involuntarily.
I turned him around and sat him on the bed, kissing his lips.
I held his face in my hands and started to sit on his lap, but he interjected.
“What… what are you doing?” He asked.
“Kissing you.” I said kissing him again.
He kissed back, but it was more short and sweet then long and lustful.
“Spencer I’m trying to make out with you, unless you want me to stop.” I said straddling his lap with my hands on his neck.
My remark hit him with what seemed like a ton of bricks.
“I don’t want you to stop.” He said his voice deepening. “I’ve just… I’ve never.”
“I’ll help you. Don’t worry.” I said smiling.
He nodded and kissed me.
His hands stayed in my hair as mine ran down his chest, exploring his body.
He held my head tighter as my hands pulled at his hair.
“You can touch me Spencer.” I said pulling away taking his hands down to my waist.
He looked my body up and down licking his lips again.
I hooked my finger under his chin and lifted his head to look at me.
“Your so hot, you know that?” I said looking into his beautiful eyes.
“I-uh thanks.” He stuttered.
“What do you want to do?” I asked knowing he wanted my shirt off.
“Can I… can I take your shirt off?” He asked sweetly.
I nodded and his fingers went to the bottom of my shirt as he lifted up, revealing my bra.
“Your so beautiful… I mean you already are but… with clothes on but when…”
“Shh.” I said putting my finger to his lips, ending his awkward blabbing.
I grabbed his neck and pulled his lips to mine, feeling his hands press my body closer to his.
I slipped my tongue into his mouth, earning a moan from the bottom of his throat.
I started to grind my hips against his I could feel him getting hard beneath me.
“Y/N that… that feels so good.” He said throwing his head back, giving me access to his neck.
I started to kiss and suck on his neck, leaving faint purple marks behind.
His hands firmly grabbed my hips as I kissed under his ear.
I pushed him back onto the bed and as he laid there breathless, I started to unbutton his shirt.
I took it off and slowly lowered my body on top of his, kissing his lips.
He moaned into my mouth as I thrusted onto his hips again.
I kissed a trail down from his jaw to his neck, then to his chest.
My hands worked at his belt, making his eyes jolt open at my cold fingers under the waistband of his slacks.
“We can wait if that’s too far.” I said noticing the tenseness of his body.
“No, take it off please.” He said, his voice low.
I undid the rest of his belt and took his slacks off, throwing them on the floor.
I crawled back up his body and kissed his lips harshly.
His pace matched mine, fierce and passionate.
I felt his hands pull at my night shorts.
“Go ahead.” I said kissing his chest.
He pulled down my shorts as I kicked them to the ground.
“I’m so lucky.” He murmured under his breathe.
“Hmm?” I asked looking at his pleasure stained face.
“I’m so lucky to have such a beautiful girl like you.” He said stroking the side of my head.
I smirked and kissed his neck again while pulling his hair, knowing it was something he enjoyed.
He let out a loud moan as I kissed his sweet spot on his collarbone.
I started to kiss lower and lower until I reached his waistband.
His hips thrusted up against my lips as I kissed just above his boxers waistband.
I dragged my fingers down the insides of his thighs as his hands dug in my hair.
“Y/N…” he whispered.
My fingers ghosted his skin as I felt goosebumps rise on his skin.
“Of god…” he muttered in pleasure.
I moved up his body and kissed his lips as his hands held my waist.
He slowly flipped me over and started kissing my chest gently, letting his lips drag across my skin.
His mouth moved up where he dragged his tongue up my neck.
“Spencer.” I moaned wrapping my legs around his back as he kissed the sensitive skin.
“Your so perfect.” He said kissing my lips.
Eventually the makeout session got a lot slower and calmed down to a cuddle session.
I laid on top of Spencer as he played with my hair, occasionally kissing the top of my head.
“That was amazing.” He whispered into my hair.
“Well you’ve got a lot to look forward to. We still have sex.” I said laughing.
“Well that sure felt like sex.” He said holding me tighter.
I smiled and eventually started to fall into a peaceful sleep.


Originally posted by osmilizsarian

The Archer’s 1000 Picspam —> 61: Polyamourous Snow White

Fairy Re-Tellings

There was once a kingdom that gave birth to two sons. The eldest was to rule, as was tradition, while the other married into a neighboring kingdom. The Princess of that kingdom loved the younger prince dearly and the arrangement was a perfect match. However, the eldest prince too needed to take a wife and he did. A princess with skin as white as snow and hair as black as deepest ebony. With flush cheeks and lips red as the rose she was given the nickname Snow White.

The now-King saw how Snow White’s eyes roamed to his younger brother’s form when he and his wife visited. And so, he conspired with his advisor to kill the Queen. For what use was an unfaithful wife? There were more than enough women who would take her place; being easy on the eyes was not worth the inevitable humiliation.

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( ̄ω ̄) HAPPY HALLOWEEN~!!!guys!! ((you’re late!*punched*

and yes sorry that i’m late but at least i made it / u \

when i’m doing this i was like..a vampire and a rabbit lol

btw i love the details when i fill the pumpkin with sweets((ah yush…(@『@) 

hope ya enjoy ya halloween and love you guys!

The Purest of Love - Thranduil

Based off these headcanons: Thranduil and you having matching outfits + Watching the stars together whenever you have the chance + Playing with Thranduil’s hands because they are so elegant and slender, but strong nonetheless (headcanons not mine, they belong to the respectful owner)

A/N: Agh, my dearest Thranduil was actually happy in this one, yay! *cries in the corner happily while feels devour my soul*

Translations: Tolo ar nin: Come with me, A'maelamin: my beloved, belegon nin: my mighty one, meleth e-guilen: love of my life.

Abbreviations: S/T: Skin Tone, H/C: Hair color

Warnings: None

Words: 1300

A pair of slender, able arms encircled my waist as I adjusted the circlet of crimson flora that wreathed my head, now resting seamlessly atop my brow. The soft pressure of tender, suckling lips against the S/T skin of my neck elicited a satisfied hum from my chest as my husband’s platinum tendrils tumbled like water over my shoulder, contrasting elegantly with the corresponding paraphernalia that hung proudly from both Thranduil and I’s frames. The embroidery of aegean vines against the sterling silks blended together to seem as if Thranduil and I’s bodies had been joined, accompanying our already bonded minds and hearts.

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The Scent of a Hiddles

Earlier, a thread got started about bottling Tom’s (voice, essence) and making it a perfume.  Below is a list of the Tom fragrances people came up with.


  • particularscarf - Clove and rosin, lower notes of cinnamon and cedar.

  • (written by BPAL, contributed by geminiloveca​) - “His scent is a palette of somber colors, melancholy memories, and lupine, savage beauty: black leather, pale sandalwood, ambergris accord, and the memory of a long-lost Victorian fougère. His internal life seems to be reflected in his lair, so his perfume also possesses the scent of the wood of his guitars, the rosin from his violin bow, the musty wool of neglected Oriental carpets, the plastic, metal, and magnetic tape of his reel-to-reel, the dust that permeates everything.”

Bill Hazledine

  • particularscarf - heather and honeysuckle vine. Ripe peaches with pink-and-golden juice. Cannabis. Car-seat leather. Patchouli, incense, and orange-oil wood polish from the confessional.


  • thingsididntknowwereerotic - Floor polish.Textbooks.Pencil shavings.Sea air.The cork of a bottle of red wine right after you pop it out and put your nose to the stained damp end of it.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • svenyves - champagne, wild flowers, cigarettes, fresh popped firework, and the lingering smell of pomade.

Freddie Page

  • particularscarf  - bergamot, old, unfinished wood, damp wool on a rainy summer night, snickerdoodles. Yes I said snickerdoodles fight me.

  • dirtyhiddles​  - leather, sandalwood, bergamot, pepper, the slight screech of a record as soon as you put it on, the scent of every F. Scott Fitzgerald novel, the amber sweetness of whiskey, smoke, lust, and the dried, lingering kisses of his latest conquest. He is the smell of night life, all rolled into one, with just a hint of the addictive lure of nostalgia.

Prince Hal

  • thingsididntknowwereerotic Leather and overheated horseflesh, straw,… fresh-baked bread… tallow, frankincense (from church) and ambergris - (the touch of perfume from thE LADY WHOSE BED HE JUST LEFT)

Hank Williams

  • thingsididntknowwereerotic - The caramel smell of the inside of an old guitar. Lucky Strikes. Slow hot breeze off a patch of dusty okra and pole beans. Fels-Naptha. Kerosene

  • geminiloveca​ - hops, whiskey, tobacco smoke, lingering bay rum

King Henry V


  • quoting-shakespeare-to-ducks - Gun oil, Brand new Rubber Tyres, Cherry Tobacco, amber, oak moss oil, with a lime high note…

Captain James Conrad

  • insanely-smart - British Sterling when he shaves; petrichor, Vietnamese spices, patchouli, a hint of rice liquor, gunpowder.
    Also humid palm trees

Captain James Nicholls

Jonathan Pine 

  • beaglebitch - Warm leather, exhaust, motor oil, and just a touch of sweat.

  • thingsididntknowwereerotic - Hotel pillow. Motor oil. English Leather. The hyperchilled air conditioned sweat of an all-night gym. Rain on the desert sand. The stale canvas scent of an Army Surplus tent.


  • writernotwaiting  - “Well, I suppose a Loki perfume might carry notes of leather, frankincense or amber, and cedar or sandalwood.”

  • justaderangedfangirl -  Absinthe/wormwood, peppermint, eucalyptus, pepper, rosewood, leather, cedarwood. And something dark and earthy I can’t name.

  • geminiloveca - that scent of snow approaching, wintergreen, mint, pine, with a touch of mistletoe.

Magnus Martinsson


  • beaglebitch - Axe body spray, sweat, cigarettes, and expensive Italian wine.

  • particularscarf - sun-baked clay, musk, mellow soap, hops.


  • beaglebitch - Formula 1 - Fresh baked bread, garlic, sweat, and dollar bills?

  • insanely-smart - Formula 1 + leather, stale beer, mint and Drakkar Noir.

Robert Laing

Sir Thomas Sharpe

  • laterovaries - mahogany, crushed roses, dark spices, and a faint coppery undertone…

  • particularscarf - Blood-red roses. Belladonna. Treacle, star anise, and salt. Copper. Dust and leather-bound books. Firelight. (Incest.) (Sorry but you know it’s true.)

  • ourladybinxthings -  Sharpe would smell like dark chocolate and cherries, coal and sex.

Tom Hiddleston

  • particularscarf - One would smell like old leather, older vellum pages, and burning applewood, with notes of single malt whiskey and deep winter cold. The other would smell like limoncello, sun-dried linen sheets, and freshly cut grass, with a high note of salty ocean breeze.
  • thingsididntknowwereerotic - I might guess that there is a third scent that only gets brought out every once in a while during a new moon or an all-night research kick: licorice, dark pine, and ice. A little bit of Loki to waft through the air as he sits on the roof reading and smoking a secret cigarette?
  • amarafoxtraut I bet if you bottle up his laugh you’d feel a tickling sensation when you spray it on your neck
  • thafineness talent, potential, free drinks on a Friday night, stability, & chocolate chip cookies.
  • mrs-laufeys0n I imagine it would smell like daisies and smoked paprika. The first whiff smells happy and flowery, but as you get closer it smells warmer, more inviting, spicier.

William Buxton

  • quoting-shakespeare-to-ducks - Campfire, black ink, gorse flower, coal, mossy stream.