sweet kiss on her neck

Pleasure

Theo Raeken

Why does he look so damn hot in this gif? Like he’s getting head?

Summary- The reader is a hunter who’s had a crush on Theo for a while and takes him to her place to torture him with pleasure.

Idk if that make sense but I just got the idea from the gif lol.

In honor of teen wolf sunday.

Warning- Daddykink!Theo Sub!Theo(Begin half) Sub!Reader, Dom!Theo., Blowjobs, chocking, bitting, unprotected sex. That’s all I could think of

Word Count-2,553


Theo pulled on the zip ties groaning at the tightness around his wrist. He had been captured by an unknown hunter, Theo was in his truck hesitant on calling Scott from what he had discovered when he was at the clinic a spider that disappeared into thin air. When he was in his truck a flashlight came into his view, he thought it was the sheriffs department but it turned out to be a hunter by it’s lonesome who shot a dart into neck knocking him out.

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EXO Reaction to Their Girlfriend Wanting to Cuddle

Xiumin: Xiumin, with his laid back and adorable attitude wouldn’t mind cuddling with his lover whenever they wanted. He’d allow them to do whatever they’d want; lay on top if him, spoon him, run their fingers through his hair and over his body. But sometimes he’d want to take control and hold onto his lover; running his hands down their back and pressing kisses into their neck and shoulders. Needless to say, Xiumin would embrace his lover with everything they had.
“You want to cuddle? Sure baby, but can I be the big spoon this time? Pretty please with kisses on top?”

Originally posted by katherine8595

Suho: I feel like Suho would need a little bit coaxing to get him to cuddle with you. He’s the gentlemanly type; wanting to respect your boundaries. He’s also the kind of guy that would want to save such romantic acts for the intimate moments you spent together. But after a little bit of asking and aegyo, Suho would hold you tight and wouldn’t want to let go for a while. He’d treasure you being in his arms; caressing your skin and kissing your cheeks as he held you close to his chest.
“You’re so beautiful, I never want to let you go, my love.”

Originally posted by katherine8595

Lay: Lay wouldn’t be the type to object to letting his lover cuddle him at any chance they got. He’d like the attention and feeling of constantly being loved and wrapped in warmth. He’d love having every single part of his body wrapped or intertwined with his lover; arms, legs, feet, he’d love the contact and feeling of his lover pressed up against him.
“Jagiya I love holding you in my arms like this, you’re so gorgeous pressed up against me.”

Originally posted by katherine8595

Baekhyun: If Baekhyun’s lover wanted to cuddle, Baekhyun would be there, set and ready to go in his most comfy pajamas. I think Baekhyun would treasure cuddling the most out of all the other intimate activities that couples engage in because of how close and how much trust is involved with cuddling. He’d be down to be either the dominate or submissive cuddler; he wouldn’t care as long as he could love on his partner.
“You look so cute wrapped up around me baby, hold still, I wanna capture this moment so I can remember how much I love you.”

Originally posted by suhocean

Chen: Chen would be the type to tease his lover when they’d want to cuddle. He’d throw out some playful quips, making them pout so that he could pick them up and spin them around in his arms to make them smile and laugh again. With his lovers limbs already wrapped around him, he’d go sit or lay down somewhere comfortable and cuddle with his lover, occasionally tickling them and playfully nipping on their nose and lips.
“What, you want to cuddle with me? I don’t know jagi, do you think you’ve earned the right to cuddle with a God like me?”

Originally posted by katherine8595

Chanyeol: This dude would be all for cuddling, especially after long and tiring days. He’d love cuddling in bed, offering his lover to lay out on his body like he was on oversized body pillow. If you had a bad day, Chanyeol would be the type to cuddle all the stress and worry away; running his fingers through your hair and whispering comforting, reassuring things into your ears.
“C'mere jagiya, cuddle with me and let me make you feel better.”

Originally posted by katherine8595

D.O: D.O, to me, doesn’t seem like the type to cuddle his partner too too much. He’d want to save his cuddling sessions for very intimate and special moments. However, if his love was upset he’d break his rule and allow her to hold on and cuddle him as much as she wanted. He’d stroke her hair gently, carding it through his fingers as he held and played with her fingers.
“Love, come lay down with me. Let me hold you and chase all those bad things from today away.”

Originally posted by katherine8595

Kai: Kai strikes me as a submissive cuddler. With everything else he does, he’s a dominant both in and out of the bedroom. However, when it comes to cuddling, he’s willing to let his lover take over his body. So, when she’d want to cuddle, Kai would let her take the lead; picking their positions and where they’d cuddle. He’d love to rest his head on her breast as she combed her fingers through his hair; being as close to her heart as possible.
“Babe, you’re so soft and warm. Aww, I can feel your heart beat picking up. Are you embarrassed?”

Originally posted by katherine8595

Sehun: Sehun would pretend to act all aloof about his girl wanting to cuddle with him. At first he’d dramatically sigh, but open his arms up for his lover to crawl into his lap and cuddle with him. After a while, he’d really get into it; burying his face into her neck, giving her sweet kisses and playfully tickling her. When she’d try to leave, Sehun would pretend to get offended and wrap his arms around her even tighter so she couldn’t leave.
“Nope, you wanted to cuddle jagi, so now you have to stay here and cuddle with me.”

Originally posted by katherine8595

Redemption (Part 1)

A/N: Finally finally finally I am finished! I’m sorry for the delay. Between work and school hitting me like a truck, it’s been hard finding time to write. Thank you to everyone who has been supportive during this! Especially @thesmutofthemendes​ who has been there every time I’ve been ready to trash this piece lol. I am nervous about this one, but I hope you all like it! Apologies for any errors I edited this quickly. Feedback is definitely appreciated :)

The sound of her moans is what he recalls the most. Glorious mewls that send him over the edge. He swears he can still hear the desperate cries she let escape her mouth as she rode him that night. That crazy night. Begging him for more, that’s what really fucked him over. The memory of watching her body tremble as she reaches her orgasm, clenching around him. But the smell, the smell of her drenched cunt is what he likes to remember most. The sweetest thing he’s ever smelt—ever tasted.

The hazed club they stand in smells of weed and alcohol as it’s packed to the brim with millennials stumbling drunkenly around the room, but he doesn’t seem to take much notice. Only focusing on what’s in front of him, Shawn’s calloused fingers are on her waist as they stand near the illuminated exit sign, and all he can think about is her. He’s been fighting the past few days, trying to move on from what happened between them. It was supposed to only be a one-night deal, but letting go has been difficult for him. He needs her again, he’s become addicted almost. Mesmerized by the thought of her. Ever sense he watched her petite figure stumble down the hallway to his bedroom. Ever sense he slid the straps of her black dress off her shoulders and watched as it dropped to the floor. The next morning, watching her leave was the hardest. Acting as if the whole night was no big deal—a messy mistake even as she grabbed her shoes and left with a rushed “goodbye” leaving her red lips. As if hours before she wasn’t perched on his bed, her gorgeous legs spread just for him with her ass jutted out against him meeting his hips as he took her so beautifully from behind. Growling as she sent him into the most intense state of euphoria that he’s ever experienced.

He craves her. He craves her in every way imaginable. He craves her taste lingering in his mouth. He craves her warm breath on his neck as moans tumble from her lips. He craves watching her slowly take off each layer of her clothing right there in front of him. He craves her wanting eyes. He craves her nails sinking into his back. He craves to hear her scream his name as satisfaction runs through his veins. He craves her. 

He’s focusing on letting his hands run down her body, and she can feel herself through her panties as she squeezes her thighs together—she’s drenched.

She knows it’s wrong to want this, to want him. Their last encounter was a mistake. He caught her when she was at her weakest—alone and vulnerable. She was at the bar that night after breaking up with her cheating boyfriend of three years who left her for one of her friend. Normally, she wouldn’t have gone for someone with such an age difference, but Shawn was different and just happened to be at the right place at the right time. He was just a fling, a rebound, she kept telling herself. But the feeling of his hard cock pressed against the globe of her ass makes it hard for her to reason with herself.

He’s admiring the way she looks, a short, satin dress looking almost as if it’s some article of lingerie with a black sweater pulled over it. All nicely tied together with a pair of black pumps. She looks so fucking sexy. Taking her in. He wants her, just to feel her around him one last time before he calls it quits. He places a searing kiss on her cheek making her skin ignite. “Come with me,” he whispers against her skin. His eyes playing with her, hoping that she’ll give in. She shakes her head rejecting the idea as she turns to face him, fixing his collar, “you know that’s not smart, love. That night should have never happened.” She’s trying to be strong for herself. She drags her finger across his bottom lip. As if almost instinct, he opens his mouth and sucks harshly on her thumb. She raises her eyebrow as she pulls her finger away hearing his mouth elicit a ‘pop’ from the absence of her finger. Just a fling, dammit just a FLING she repeats in her head. Why does he have to be so cute? He’s very good looking and mature for his age.

The way he sucks her finger makes her remember all the ways that he was so good to her body. “Somebody has forgotten self control,” she purrs. He blushes. The sexual tension radiating between them.

His voice rasps with determination, “please, just one more night love. Let me show you, let me change your mind.” His touch sets fire to her skin as he lifts her chin up to make better eye contact. She shakes her head at him again as she tries to convince him once again that they can never work. He is so busy and always on the move due to tour. Surrounded by all these gorgeous, talented women who he can have whenever he pleases while she is average and tied here, devoted to her fashion merchandising job that she just got promoted in. Plus, she could never be with someone his age. It just wouldn’t work out. Why does he even want her? She’s genuinely curious. Anyway, the point is that it’s easier for them to be apart no matter how hard that may be for both of them to grasp.

Brown eyes are pleading at this point, “please, just stay the night. It’s all I ask. I just—fuck I just haven’t been able to forget you, doll. Your body has been on my mind since the moment you left through the door. Give me one more, just one more. If you still decide that this isn’t what you want, you can leave. Deal?”

She contemplates for a moment. She is alone, but this won’t end well. What if one of them gets too attached? Red flag. She knows leaving is her best option. But she rules against it for some reason. Every bone in her body is telling her no. Telling her that she is stupid for being here tonight. For coming to meet him. She feels like an idiot for what she decides to do next. She should have just stayed at home and watched old reruns of Friends but nope, here she fucking is about to give into him. Damn him.

His gaze catches hers, his eyes hopeful. She closes her eyes and lets out a strangled breath. Fine. “Lead the way,” she caves and grabs his hand. She swallows hard and follows behind him. Kicking herself for agreeing to leave with him.


He holds her hand tight as he pulls her behind him up the stairs to his condo. He can’t help but be in a hurry. The thought of touching her, tasting her—again makes his patience quickly ware thin. They finally make it to his place as he’s fiddling with the keys to quickly get the door open. Once they’re inside, she walks through the front hallway into the kitchen as she recalls the last time she was here. Remembering him kneeling down in front of her as he slid her panties down her legs, his hands shaky. She smiles to herself remembering how eager yet nervous he was. Being with an older woman such as herself made him anxious almost, but she found it endearing. Her thoughts are soon interrupted as she feels him come up from behind, his hot breath on her neck. He moves the hair to one side of her neck as she leans back into him, her ass pressing against his crotch causing him to groan into her skin. “I’ve missed the taste of you, baby,” kissing down her neck, “you’re so fucking sweet.” His words make her weak in the knees. She must have taught him a thing or two because he wasn’t nearly this vocal before. He pulls her tighter against him, placing his hands on her hips.

“How wet are you, darling?” he playfully ghosts his nose down the shell of her ear. His hands rest on her hips as his fingers slide up the curvature of her side. He feels her back arching as she’s desperately trying to relieve the ache in between her thighs. Fuck—her body will be the thing to kill him. Her sinful body that he worships mercilessly. He can’t keep his hands off her. The memories flood his head as he’s mouthing kisses on her jaw. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about her writhing on his cock. Remembering every detail as she came undone above him. Her brows wrinkling, her eyes fluttering, her body shaking. A strangled moan leaves her lips as she snaps her eyes shut.  The sweetest sound he’s ever heard. He kisses the back of her neck as he slips his leg between her thighs, slipping her cardigan off her shoulders and onto the dark, wooden floor. “Can you still feel me inside you?” She turns her head trying to catch his gaze as she manages to nod. Slowly, he brings his hand between her legs to sneak up the apex of her thigh, kneading the soft between them, just below where she needs him the most. She throws her head back as she keens. “Please, Shawn.” He’s smirking now because he knows he’s got her. She actually thought she could forget him that easily?

Without hesitating, he guides her towards the kitchen table. Once he has her in front of it, he grabs her waist, and bends her over it in a swift movement. She makes contact with the cool surface, face pressing against the glass as he stands behind her staring in awe at her body, keeping one hand on the small of her back, making sure she was staying down. After a second or two, her eyes widen at the feeling his fingers on the back of her thighs, and soon her dress is heaved up over her ass. She felt goosebumps gather on her arms, but she has no time to think about that seeing his hand come down on the globe of her ass moments later.

“Fuck!” she groans, his actions so unexpected causing her to let out a choked moan. He kneads the area he hit with his long fingers, and she heard her own breathing becoming louder and more uneven than before.

“What was that, baby?” he coos, obviously taking the opportunity to watch her enjoy herself. She rolls her eyes, and moments later she feels his hands in her hair, grabbing it and wrapping it around his fingers for a grip to pull slightly. She feels his clothed cock aching against her ass, and instantly her core is pulsating. He wants nothing more than to be inside of her, he needs to be inside of her. “Christ, you like that, don’t you doll?” He teases, and surprises her by sliding her panties down her toned legs. Her lips part as she gasps, looking back at him. But he just smirks at her. Pleased with himself. He couldn’t stop watching her, his cock twitching as he sees her slowly lose her control. “You look so good with your bare ass against me” he breathes dragging his hands down her delicate body, and after what feels like a lifetime later, he presses one finger against her slit, sliding it all the way from her entrance to her clit. Her body quakes by his warm touch, and she feels his cock pressing harder into her ass as he continues spreading the wetness around her soaked cunt.

“Oh god,” she groans almost inaudible, closing her eyes as he circles his finger around her clit, applying just enough pressure to make her whimper. Then his touch disappears, and she lets out a strangled sound causing him to allow a laugh to tumble from his lips. “What’s wrong, doll? Miss the feelings of my fingers fucking your pussy? Christ, I have been waiting to see you underneath me like this again.”

He runs his hand down her back, carefully digging his nails into her skin until he reaches her ass. His hand comes right back down her ass, a slap probably creating a soft, red handprint. She releases a high pitched moan, soft pain turning into pleasure in her body as he admires her below him.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me? Fuck—gonna let me show you why you need me?” He growls into her ear, giving her ass one more slap before kneading it softly. She snaps her eyes open while licking her lips. “Mhm,” she nods, trying to pushing her ass up further against him. He slaps it. “Use that witty mouth of yours,” he hisses, placing a burning kiss on her cheek.

“Yes baby yeah, please,” she coaxes, fluttering her eyelashes. He tilts his head back, admiring her state through hooded eyes. He wish he could capture this moment in a photo and save it forever. Her eyes wanting, chest heaving. It was almost shameful.

He then presses two fingers against her clit, and begins rubbing in circles. The feeling of him working wonders with his fingers makes her cry out in pleasure, being unprepared for his overwhelming response. She keens as he curls his finger inside her, careful grazing her g-spot just perfectly to draw out her sweet sounds. She’s burning with desire as she reaches back to grab his arm for support. A murmured breath of his name leaves her soft lips as she comes for him. She’s dripping down his fingers as his pace slows down. He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. God, she’s done for as she watches him taste her. He can’t resist, she’s becoming one of his favorite flavors. 

Her rapid breathing slowly calms as he leaves open mouth kisses the small of her back leaving soft bites. Captivated by her soft skin. 

He runs his hands up her stomach and cups her breast as he inches his mouth closer to her skin, sucking on her earlobe. Her legs go numb at his movements. She’s dripping and all she needs is for him to be inside her, filling her. She turns her head to make eye contact with him, and he knows she’s fucked. He can see it in her face, and he can smell it. “What is it darling? Not sure what to do? We could always stop? But that’s not what you want is it, doll? No. You miss me. The feeling of me inside you.”

She whimpers a soft moan of his name which he loves to hear. As he places one last kiss on her neck, he taps the side of her thigh signaling her to turn around, and she complies. He grabs her legs and tangles them around him. He grabs the hem of her dress, but she stops him causing him to furrow his eyebrows. She wants to do it for him, watch his reaction as she becomes naked right here before him. She slowly pulls the piece of fabric off her body and looks up at him as his eyes rake down her. He sucks in a breath. Her body mesmerized him. He pulls his shirt over his head and grabs onto the back of her thighs as he lifts her up to carry her down the hall to his room.

“Gonna make you remember, baby. Remember how I make you come so fuckin’ good for me,” he breathes into her hair as she kisses his collarbone, sucking dark bruises into his skin as he makes his way to the bedroom.

To be continued……

I love you (MATURE)

I know this isn’t Marvel imagine, but i wrote this long time ago and thought maybe i should post it. 

The bed was so comfortable. She rolled around in her sleep and she felt like she was floating on the clouds. She starched her arm to touch her boyfriend, but all she met was more silky sheets. She slowly began to open her eyes, it took her some time before she could see properly. Her eyes needed some time to get used to the darkness.

That reminded her of the psychology class from the other day, when their teacher told them, that their eyes need thirty minutes before you could see anything.

She always found that very stupid, especially when she was walking to school in the morning. Her eyes didn’t need thirty minutes to get used to the darkness, she could see properly just after five minutes.

She looked around the room but she couldn’t find much known, and very dear silhouette to her. He was nowhere to be found, and that got her wondering, what he could be possibly doing at this time of the night. To be honest she didn’t know what time it was, and neither was she going to look, because it would be a crime to move from this holy position.

She was always laying on her stomach, she would much likely fall asleep on her back, but during the night she would always find her way back onto the stomach. It was the most comfortable pose ever. So she didn’t even bother to roll back and grab her phone form the night stand.

She was laying like that for solid ten minutes, even though it seemed to her like it was hours. She wasn’t sure how much time has passed, but she wondered how she didn’t fall asleep immediately. She is always the first one to fall asleep, she could lay anywhere, and within the minute, and she would be out.

But it was only because she was sleeping next to him, but when they were separated because of his tour and her school, she would barely get some kind of sleep. She just missed the warmth his body produced, the feeling of his strong, muscular hands wrapped around her body. His sweet little kisses all the way from her back, over her shoulder, around her neck and finally locking with hers. His low voiced “Goodnight” that was so innocence, but it would still send shivers down her spine.

She is so deeply in love with him, so over her head with him, he can make her lose her mind in less than a second. She would do anything for him, and that scares her the most. She never thought she would love anyone so much, it terrifies her sometimes. The thought that he holds her everything in his hands, her heart, her soul, her life, that one wrong word, move and she will be shuttered, broken, left in pieces.

He isn’t the type of person that would hurt her on purpose, he’s a sweet, loving and genuine guy. But lately he hasn’t been acting like himself. She understands that tour took a lot of his energy, and that all he wants now is peace and to relax, and she respects that. What hurts the most is when he says he needs to relax but he goes out with his friends, and comes home in early morning hours. She tried to confront him about it, but he would just raise his hands in the air, call her petty or just tell her that he missed them.

But so does she. She haven’t seen him in a year, all she wants now is, for him to wrap his hands around her, tell her he loves her and just cuddle for the rest of the day. She’s not asking for much, is she now? And even though he’s home now, she feels the same way she did when he was on tour. She misses him, and he’s right there, but just like he isn’t. She tried everything, she wonders if she did something wrong, is he mad at her, but anytime she would start a conversation about it, he would just push her off.

She let out a loud sigh and moved the covers from her body, and as soon as the silky sheets left her body, she felt shivers run down her spine, and only then she realised, the balcony doors were open, she was staring at them but she didn’t notice, not until now, and that’s exactly what he does to her. She wasn’t really sure why she felt the shivers because it wasn’t even cold.

And then she saw him, he was standing there, leaning onto balcony fence, looking so peaceful, maybe that’s the reason she felt them, her brain recognised him before she did. But one thing shocked her, he was smoking a cigarette. She was damn sure he stopped, at least that’s what he said. Well more correctly, that’s what he promised to do.

All she wanted to do was to go out, hug him from behind and just stay like that for hours. But she was afraid, afraid to move, because if he hears her, he will turn around and again go into his, now natural state, tensed.

She observed him for few more minutes, and then she decided to get up, she didn’t walk towards him, rather she went down to the kitchen and grab herself something to drink. She wasn’t really thirsty, but she couldn’t lay there anymore. She was so distracted that she almost fell over the pile of his clothes that was on the floor. And that little pile made her so angry, so she just wanted to turn around, go out and yell at him. Later on, she wasn’t even sure if she was mad about the pile, or about him in general.

She opened the fridge and just stared in, does she take bottle of water or apple juice. She went with just regular water, because she didn’t want anything sweet. She poured it into a glass and brought it to her lips, she was slowly drinking while looking through the kitchen window, into the dark, full of shadows, back yard. Shadows were playing around, enlighten the trees, now from this, now from that side. She calmed down a little bit, and she didn’t even hear him come.

Lately she was so distracted, it started to bother her. His low and quiet voice shook her out of her dreams. It was so quiet, but so was the house so it sounded like he was standing right behind her, but she knew he was either leaning onto kitchen door, or kitchen cabinets.

“Why are you up so late?”

She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Does she tells him the truth, that she can’t sleep without him and that the person who sleeps with her now isn’t her boyfriend, but some stranger taking over his body? Or does she just lie to him, and tells him its school? She rather decided to say nothing but to stare through window again.

Now she could feel the smell of cigarette that he just smoked, and it bothered her so much. The smell was so unpleasant, she wanted to turn around and tell him to shower. She took a deep breath, put the glass into the sink, knowing that she’s going to wash it tomorrow. She slowly turned around, trying not to catch his gaze, slowly started walking towards their shared room.

Just as she thought she had passed him, she felt the strong grip on her hand. By then she was already pissed off, and all she could do was let out a loud groan. She tried to pull her hand out of his grip, but he only pulled her closer. Her face met his bare chest, and she appreciated the warmth and smell of his body, even though the smell of cigarette ruined it.

“I’m tired Justin, let me go, please.”

Her voice was low, she felt tired, but not physical tiredness, no the mental one was bigger problem.

“Apparently you’re not tired enough if you woke up at 2.30 a.m.” and what could she say to that. She hated it when he became cocky little shit, mostly because that wasn’t her Justin. She wanted to talk to him about everything, but she knew it would all turn into a fight, and for that, she was not ready.

“My mouth was dry, so it woke me up, can you please let me go now?”

She whispered into his chest, feeling her eyes getting wetter. No she didn’t want to cry, but sometimes we don’t cry because we’re weak, we cry because it’s the only way to let out the pain, the frustration. It’s the only way to make mental pain, physical. But she didn’t want to cry in front of him, she just didn’t.

But his question dried her eyes in a second, she again became frustrated and angry, but at the same time confused and sad. That’s what he does to her. Confuses her, completely.

“Why are you avoiding me? In the evening, you’re already sleeping even before I enter the room. You leave in the morning without a kiss, without a goodbye. When I want to make you feel good, and you know how good I make you feel, your head hurts, or you have an exam to study for, or just something else that doesn’t make any damn sense.”

She was indeed avoiding him, but she only did it because she thought that would protect her from him. She didn’t know why she needed the protection from him, but she felt that way, if he was going to push her away, she won’t be able to try and hold him.

She was once again speechless, or so she pretended she was. She was a burning lion, observing, but always ready to attack.

She felt his hand under her chin, pulling it up, to finally meet his gaze. Every single time she would look into his eyes, he would make her feel like she’s seeing him for the first time ever, that weird feeling in her stomach made her change her weight from her right to her left leg.

He looked at her, or more properly, he observed her, he was still waiting for an answer, but he knew he wouldn’t get one, not from her and not tonight. But did he even wanted it? No, he just needed her attention, but he didn’t realise he was the reason why she stopped giving him so much attention. She wasn’t even aware of what she was doing to him. He was making him go crazy, he hated her for that.

He moved so fast she didn’t even got to catch a breath before her back met stone cold wall. His hands were on each side of her body, her legs were wrapped around him, and they fit so perfectly. His face was so close, their noses touched and she could feel his hot breath on her face. He was looking deeply into her eyes like he was asking for permission, but she knew he wasn’t.

Their lips met, and there was no sweetness in it, no patience, only roughness. But she didn’t mind, he moved his left hand down her body and gripped her ass, ass his lips did the same, concentrating on her neck. His pace was at the same time rough but perfect. All she could do was let out a small moan, that made him lean more into her, and she could feel his smirk growing against her neck. She wrapped her hand around his muscles, digging her nails into his skin. Suddenly he pulled his lips away from her neck, and he moved her from cold wall to the kitchen table. She used the chance to take her shirt off.

As soon as her nipples were exposed and hit by cold air they got hard. His eyes moved from her lips to her breast and he didn’t waste any time. He took her right nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking onto it, while he took other one in between his fingers and started tugging onto it. She let out a loud moan of pleasure. His mouth moved from her nipple to her mouth.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that? Let me make you feel the way I only know.”

He mumbled against her lips, the only response she offered him was a small whimper. He moved his lips down her jaw again, this time making sure to leave marks all the way from her neck to her breast. He moved his left hand down her body, until he reached her inner thigh. He moved the tips of his fingers against the sensitive skin, teasing her. She groaned and tried to pull herself closer to him, she was eager to fell his touch.

“Please, Justin” she whispered. Neither of them could wait any longer, but he felt indescribable pleasure teasing her. He slid his hand into her underwear, his fingers meeting her clit, rubbing it roughly. “So fucking wet.” He slid his fingers into her without a warning. Sudden pleasure made her let out loud moan, trying to get even closer to him, just so she could feel more of him.

“You keep moving closer to me, baby girl, even though there is no more place to move. See, only I make you feel this way. You should remember that.” He moved his lips from her neck and looked deeply into her eyes.

“I was going to tease you some more, but I just want to fuck the shit out of you.” he pulled his fingers out, pulled his Calvin Klein’s down, separated her legs and without a warning slammed into her. His mouth fell open while she moaned loudly. She wrapped her hands around his naked body, scratching his back.

“Fucking hell. You’re so tight, baby girl.” he hovered over her, making her back hit the cold table board. His mouth found her nipple and started nibbling onto it. Her mouth fell open from sudden pleasure. His hips found a perfect pace.

“Tell me how good I make you feel.” He groaned against her nipple. She wanted too, but the pleasure was too much and the only way she responded was through loud moan. But he wasn’t pleased with that. He slapped her ass, twice, once from right side, other time from left side. Burn that she felt after his hands made her whimper even more. When she still wasn’t responding, he picked his pace, even though she thought he couldn’t go any faster.

Their bodies moved in sync, and she could spot sweat dripping down his forehead. Even though the kitchen was very big, it became so hot in there that she wanted to jump out of her skin.

She felt his hand around her neck, griping her tightly, and the rough feeling almost pushed her over the edge, but he suddenly pulled out. The sudden feeling of emptiness made her whimper.

“You’re not cumming, until you tell me how god I make you feel, you understand me?” she nodded and pulled her hips up, trying to get him to continue. But he just looked at her. She took a deep breath and started.

“You make me feel so-“but she wasn’t able to finish. He pushed into her with so much force, all she could do was scream. She could see a smirk playing on his lips, he was pleased with her answer.

She felt the well-known feeling and she knew she was close. She won’t be able to hold it any longer, but she could see he was just as close as she was.

“I feel you getting tighter around me. You wanna cum, baby girl?” His voice was low and husky and she only could nod.

“Yes, please.” She somehow mumbled in between the moans.

“Look at me, let’s cum together.” Their eyes met, and like it was their trigger, his movements became sloppier and he let out a loud groan, while she screamed out his name, scratching his back. She could feel him feeling her up with his jounces and it was the best feeling.

“Oh fuck.” He mumbled, they both tried to catch a breath after an amazing experience.

“I love you.” he leaned closer and locked their lips once again. “I love you” she mumbled against his lips.

He picked her into his arms and carried her to their shared room.

The Blue Room (missing 02x08 moment)

She weighed next to nothing in his arms. So fragile yet strong at the same time. They were breathing each other so deeply… The heat of the fire in their room had nothing on them. It was about comfort, it was about healing and it turned into so much more so fast. They were the extension of the fire at that moment.

“Let’s go bed.”

“Aye.”

Jamie slowly walked the distance between where they stood and the bed, like he was walking on clouds. His hands running from her backside to her thighs and just holding her up as he did, had left a trail of tingling sensation that Claire was still reeling from. She needed his big hands on her again, lighting up her every nerve. There was a time not long ago that she wasn’t sure she’d ever feel it, or wanted to feel it, or that she could. But only those hands, made for her, given to him for her, like he had once said, could heal her.

She was running her smooth delicate fingers on his nape and upper back, drawing patterns and words they could not utter, since breathing was turning into a hardship at this point. Claire needed out of her stays, she felt restrained. All she wanted was his weight on her, his burning hot skin against her. She wanted to feel his muscles and scars, to kiss them, to lick his perfect worked stomach. Tonight she was hungry for him in a way that only love filled with lust could explain. And he is mine.

How is this woman mine? Jamie asked himself that question many times and caging Claire with his toned arms atop the bed just reminded him yet again of the wonder of her love for him. That flushed beauty, her mouth semi-open for his kisses, her teasing eyes… He ran his nose along her neck and caught her lips. She tugged on his hair for dear life and her tongue came out to dance with his, to claim him. Like any person else could compare… If he could, he would be claimed like this every single day of his life.

And the flames went higher…

Jamie held himself up on his elbows, close to the precipice of losing balance altogether, as Claire started running her foot up his calf, lifting the kilt ever so slightly. Biting him gently on the lower lip, she released the auburn curls and sat on the mattress. Like on their wedding night, he helped her untie the restraining stays, and exactly like on their wedding night their gazes didn’t leave one another. Only difference was, the desire was stronger, the air was heavier.

After removing the stays, Claire unbuckled the kilt’s belt and maddeningly teasing, slowly removed the plaid in all his glorious folds aside. He was intensely ready himself. It overwhelmed all her senses like always. If it weren’t Jamie, this lack of control would have left Claire nervous, but it could never happen with Jamie… “Jamie.” She breathed.

“I’m here, Sorcha.”

He lifted her shift over her head, the sudden gush of cool air caused by the movement of it making her nipples stiffen. That and the dark blue gaze that didn’t fail to shake her to her core. She was still in her stockings, one loose and one still fastened with a flimsy pink tie. She made a move to take them off but he didn’t let her, holding her hands, he placed them around his neck again, while he ran his hands up her glorious round arse and held her tight around the waist, closer to him. Not one inch of room left to breathe anything else but the sweet scent of each other, enhanced by the flames that only went higher.

He started kissing and sucking on her neck, tasting her herbal sweetness, moving one hand to comb her curls away. The only sound in Jamie’s ears were Claire’s exquisite soft moans. Those sounds that made him go mad, also made him relinquish all his senses to her incredibly smooth skin. Moving to her lips again, the intense and slow kiss held a promise of contained words. Words that were not enough to describe the chemistry that happened between them in these moments. He wanted to watch her lose herself.

Feeling Jamie peeling his beautiful mouth away from her, Claire whimpered. He replied by putting his forehead against hers and swayed for a bit holding her in place. One hand tucked her hair behind her ear and a cheeky smirk came upon his face as he dragged his hands over her arms and laid down. She knew what he wanted. And she wanted to give it to him.

That bed and its magic blue quilt was their sanctuary, a place that held many whispers and sweet nothings, said in the dark of the night and in the fresh light of the dawn.

Jamie lay down and placed a hand on his wife, his goddess, guiding her to climb on top of him. The sensations was overwhelmingly satisfying, it was a lightning coursing through them, echoes of thunder reverberating through their limbs. Smiling at her, he put both hands on her shoulders as she started to rock. Slowly, he let his arms run along hers and up again. Their breathing was erratic.

She was supporting herself on him, the marble of his torso feeling like an anchor in a sea of blue quilt. “You feel so good, Jamie.”

“Mo nighean donn”, he said in a whisper like sob. “Don’t stop, Claire…” Moaning, their hearts and bodies rode each other. Jamie placed his hand in the center of Claire’s chest, feeling the frantic rhythm of her heart, slowly reaching for her ivory breasts, kneading and teasing her.

He loved watching her - her head dropping backwards as she started to lose herself in the moment - trying to remain “bodily sober” enough to see her face change a thousand beautifully different ways with their lovemaking, but he too was about to lose it as well.

Claire leaned forward gifting her breasts to him and Jamie thought heaven was upon him. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he sucked and softly bit and felt Claire shiver under her hands. She held his head with some force and if Jamie were to die for lack of air, he would have died one happy man.

“You’re so beautiful, Claire. Please don’t stop mo nighean donn, more.”  

“Oh Jamie, my love.”

Claire was starting to lose herself entirely, holding onto Jamie’s neck and shoulders wanting to kiss him, but not wanting him to take his mouth from where it was. Jamie groaned and sat up completely. She kissed him urging for his tongue to meet hers, trying to get into him and he was getting into her. So deep, so passionate, so so so much, but never enough.

Claire caressed his face, marveling at his furrowing brow, smoothing it, kissing it. They were still riding thunder as Jamie brought one hand down to touch the place, hot enough as to make metal melt, as to turn coal into diamond. Then, he buried his face in her neck, she burying her nails in his back, and ecstasy ensued. Together, they became one. Jamie kept his face on her neck, Claire was overdone with one long sob leaving her lips as the aftershocks came through. She couldn’t let go, she couldn’t breathe and neither could he.

After the lingering effects washed over them, Jamie held his well rested wife against him. She propped herself on her elbow, kissed and caressed his pecs and whispered, smiling, “Tha gaol agam ort, mo Seaumais”.

“‘Till our life should be done, my Claire.”

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(Thank you to the masters @suhailauniverse and @gotham-ruaidh for the advice and corrections <3 <3.)

A Sleepless Night | Tom Holland

Summary: After much negotiation, Tom finally convinces the reader to go on their first date together since Baby Holland was born. They leave him in charge with Tom’s twin brothers for the entire night. However, neither party seems to get enough sleep…

Warning: light smut and major cuteness

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Type: Oneshot (I will write more of these if requested)

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Pure Innocence

Theo Raeken

*Don’t mind the fire at will part…. I was to make another gif so bear with me.*

 “I’m an atheist. But, I know you’re not so innocent as you look.”

The Reader is the goody too shoes but Theo knows she not so innocent as she seems.

Also Theo is normal a normal human in this smut. Can we just take a moment for how hot Theo was and always is when he said “I’m an atheist. Fire at will.” like PANTIES DROPPED WEAVE FLEW. Tbh I’m sorry if this is trash.

Warning- Fuckboy!Theo Daddy!kink Dom!Theo Sub!Reader Spanking, Oral!Female on Male & Oral!Male on Female (Riding Theo’s face), slight chocking, kinky shit

Word Count- 2,317


(Y/N) (Y/L/N)  top of the class 4.44 GPA a full scholarship to college the goody too shoes of the school. Yet Theo saw past that, he knew she’d love to be spanked and loved to be dominated he knew this entire ‘goody too shoes’ act was a lie. 

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Oh, Captain! {James Potter x Reader} *SMUT*

FINALLY. I FINISHED IT. Fucking hate random writer’s block but I hope y'all like this one. Sorry if it’s not as detailed or as intricate as the other smuts I’ve written (lol you naughty readers ;)) ) but i did my best. Also, I might not open requests next week ‘cause it’s Holy Week from where I am but mainly because my parents will be home. 

Anyway, here you go, my sweet children!

Enjoy!

@allertonn @all-the-hp-love

WARNING: SEXUAL THEMES, ORAL SEX, DOMINANT! JAMES

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(Y/n) kept her eyes focused on the approaching Hufflepuff while trying to guard the hoop. Gryffindor was now on tie with the rivalry team and both only needed fifty points in order to determine who wins the game. As she swatted the quaffle with her broomstick, her team captain, James Potter, cheered; thinking they had succeeded in slowing down the opponent’s chances of winning. However, it was only a distraction as the other Chaser zipped to one of the hoops that (Y/n) was supposedly guarding and threw the quaffle perfectly through the ring.

The crowd roared and applauded at the sight before the game commentator could announce the team’s victory.

“Hufflepuff wins!”

Gryffindor students all groaned in defeat as their own team flew down from the cloudless blue sky and landed on the ground to properly congratulate the opposing house. James was the first to approach the Hufflepuff captain and shook his hand with a firm grip before turning away, leading his teammates towards the exit quietly. He had scheduled the field for Quidditch practice almost every week and yet all their hard work were put to the garbage bin, losing more luck to win the house cup this year. He couldn’t accept this defeat at all. As he calculated every single movement that he made during the game, his mind began to retrace its steps and wonder what went wrong.

Or rather, who went wrong.

The team was all appalled at his silence, having been used to hearing him brag or attempt to motivate them when he finally spoke in a deep voice.

“Get changed and come back here for practice tomorrow morning. That’s all,” he was normally not this serious but his expression shook everyone so they decided not to delay and immediately went to the locker room.

(Y/n) was about to slip away to the dormitories to avoid facing her teammates or worse, her own team captain. She didn’t want to see the disappointment written on his face nor did she want to hear him tell her she was going to be replaced especially since she had worked twice as hard just to please him. She took her broomstick with her and made way to the opposite direction when she heard someone clear their throat.

“May I ask where you’re going?” James asked, his hazel eyes on her.

She turned around and looked down, refusing to meet his gaze and mumbled a seemingly believable excuse, “I-I’m going back to the dorm. I left my clothes there and my broomstick needs repair.”

James walked closer to her and inspected her broomstick before smirking, “It looks like it’s in perfect condition. Pity it’s not quick enough.”

“Look, James, it wasn’t her fault-” one of the teammates tried to defend but James glared at him before he could continue.

Everyone was definitely scared now. Famous James Potter and his jokes and pranks, now completely furious over a game. He had every right to be. They were supposed to play against Slytherin and winning against them could only mean championship but now they had to lay back and watch from the benches in agony.

James dismissed the whole team except (Y/n) who shuffled her feet before finally looking at him. Once they were alone, she tried to speak to him in a small and gentle voice but he backed her against the wall with both his hands on each side of her head.

“J-James…what are you doing?”

He leaned in close to her, his forehead pressing against hers before whispering to her lips, “Tell me, do you still need to leave?”

He kissed her softly and ran his other hand down to her waist, slipping them beneath her shirt to feel her skin and moving it to her lower back. He kept his kisses teasingly light and gentle.

She kissed him back and entangled her fingers through his messy black hair when he pulled away and moved close to her ear, hot breaths down her neck.

“Worked so hard for me now, didn’t you, love? Such a sweet girl.”

He planted small kisses down her neck while she moaned pleasingly.

“Unfortunately for you, it wasn’t enough..,” he leaned in close to her ear once more, “But luckily for me, I get to punish you,” he breathed before adding,

“After all, naughty girls ought to be punished now, don’t you think so?”

James smirked and in a quick flash, his lips went back to hers, now harsh and rough. He sucked onto her bottom lip and held her by her thighs, carrying her and allowing her to wrap her legs around him. She was his addiction and all his pent up frustration and sexual desires went straight to her delectable lips, tasting them vigorously. His tongue pried her mouth open, meeting hers halfway, unafraid to show the lust they felt towards each other. He ripped her robe open and peeled it off of her while she removed his, discarding them onto a pile on the floor. He grinded his hard tent against her clothed core, an indication that he wanted her now. His lips left hers immediately and began to trail down on her throat to her collarbone where he nipped and sucked onto her precious skin.

“J-James…Want you now…,” she moaned, making him stop and look back at her.

“You don’t make orders here, (L/n),” he demanded, “Now, take off the rest for me. Wanna see you, dear.”

(Y/n) obeyed and removed her clothes in front of him. James could not keep his eyes off of her the entire time, watching the last bit of fabric fall down to the ground. He took off his sweater as well, revealing his white undershirt that stuck to his muscled body before he walked towards her, pressing her against the wall once more.

“Let’s see how wet you are, doll,” he reached down and trailed his fingers down her underwear, feeling her wet entrance. Without another word, he knelt down slowly and raised her leg over his shoulder, pulling her panties aside and sliding his finger up and down her soaking slit. (Y/n) gasped and did her best to balance as he continued teasing her with his finger. He slipped inside and attached his mouth onto her clit, his finger now moving in and out of her smoothly, all soaked up with her juices.

It was a heavenly feeling to have him down there, finally playing with her and going as far as licking her slit. Apparently, he was not only talented in academics and Quidditch, but he was also talented in combining both his finger and tongue on her. James licked her hungrily and even went as far as sticking his tongue in to taste her, eyes staring right back at her. She grabbed his hair in an effort to get him closer but all it did was make him moan against her slit, sending vibrations that made her call his name desperately.

“James!”

He pulled away and gave her one long lick before tugging down her panties, exposing her fully to him.

“Sorry, darling. Can’t cum yet. You’ll have to wait,” he smirked while removing his pants together with his boxers, his length all hard and ready for her. He carried her once more in his arms and pressed her against the wall, teasing his tip on her wet entrance.

“Captain…please, I want you,” she moaned, clinging onto him.

“Captain, huh? I like the sound of that,” he said before placing a soft kiss onto her lips and finally entering her in one quick push. He was certainly bigger than she had anticipated but she was definitely not complaining. She loved every hard thrust he gave her, his hands squeezing her ass as he persisted in hitting that glorious spot. Her walls were already tightening around his length and he could almost sense that she was about to cum once more.

He moved her up and down onto his member quickly as he chased his climax, both of them moaning.

“A-Ah….Captain…”

“Louder!” He shouted, slapping her ass hard while continuously thrusting into her wet core. His glasses were already fogged from the intensity but he did not care.

“Oh, Captain!” she moaned louder and felt his cock throb inside her, making her release all over him with another moan of his name, nails scratching onto his back.

James pushed inside one last time before he finally came, painting her walls with his seed. He panted heavily and kept her in his arms until they came down from their high.

The two got dressed afterwards and left the room together, their teammates waiting by the door, all of them shocked at what they heard.

“Tomorrow again?” (Y/n) asked James with a smile on her face.

“Certainly. Just don’t practice without me,” he winked before kissing her once more.

#3 I am flirting with you

Pairing: Calum x Reader

Word count: 11,277

Warnings: Blow jobs, fingering, rough sex, dirty talk

Requested: Yes

A/N: Fun fact! This is my first time writing smut so my apologies if this totally sucks. I also want to say i’m sorry that I didn’t upload a story on Saturday. I had Halloween parties all weekend and honestly I was just avoiding the smut. But, now i’m back and all is well. So yea,

Hope you enjoy :-)

The monitor illuminated his face with a faint blue light. The blinking cursor was almost taunting him. Calum watching the line flash on his screen with his tired eyes. He sat back in his squeaky office chair and stared up at the dim fluorescent lights. Calum decided the ceiling tiles weren’t much more interesting that the computer screen. He spun around in his chair taking in his cramped cubicle. He dreaded these four small walls. He had tried his best to personalize his area with pictures, posters, even a silly object here and there but it underneath it still remained dull and gray. The sound of typing keys filled the office, which Calum usually blocked out, was now deafening. He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to keep his sanity. A glance at the clock in the bottom of his desktop showed him that there was only one hour left. He could make it. Calum decided a little conversation might prevent him from going crazy. He stood up leaned over the small wall that separated him and his friend, Michael.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Calum inquired.

“Uh, not much,” Michael replied, glancing at Calum then right back to his desktop with his nose nearing touching the screen.

“What are you even doing?” Calum pondered, leaning over to glance at Michael’s computer.

“Check this out,” Michael turned the monitor toward his friend “It’s the new secretary, Blair. Damn, I’d like to take her out sometime, and by take her out I mean-”

Calum held his hand up to stop Michael from continuing his sentence. “Yea, I know what you mean.” He chuckled lightly. “She not really my type though.”

Michael looked at him astonishingly. “Not your type? Cal, since when is any girl not your type?”

Calum shrugged “I don’t know man, I’m just not into her like that”. Just as he said this Y/N, his boss, left her office and headed to the break room.

Michael followed his gaze towards the woman “Oh, I get it. You’ve got a thing for the boss!” he exclaimed

Calum quickly shushed Michael so that no one would over hear. “Dude shut up, I don’t. I just think shes really hot.”

“I mean you’re not wrong. I saw her in that tight skirt today and I swear, she’s not wearing any underwear” Michael winked

“I bet I can find out” Calum said cockily.

“No way” Michael said, turning his head back to his screen.

“Yes way, fifty bucks says i’ll even find out what color it is” He challenged.

Michael looked at him skeptically “How are you planning on doing that, exactly?”

Calum laughed “that’s for me to know and you to find out” then Calum grabbed some papers of his desk and walked out of his small working space.He walked towards Y/N’s office, beaming with confidence.

He knocked on her door and waited a few moments before a stunning Y/N appeared before him. Michael was right, her skirt was tight and from Calum’s height he could see perfectly down her white button up shirt. Her voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“Mr. Hood, do you need something?” Y/N asked, slightly impatient.

“Yes ma’am, I just wanted to give you this week’s report files” He said as he gestured towards the papers.

“Oh, yes, right. You can just put those on my desk please.” Y/N stood back and opened the door wider so that he could come into her office.

Calum walked in, placed the papers on Y/N’s desk, then turned around and leaned against it so that he was now facing her “Y/N, I think we both know why i’m here”

Y/N looked confused at him “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean”

He sighed and pushed off of the wooden surface and began to walk towards her. Once he was right in front of her he reached behind her, shutting and locking the door. “I know you want me.”

Y/N looked at Calum as if he had two heads “excuse me, this is highly inappropriate”

He smirked “The way I think about you is highly inappropriate” he said as he reached around her waist and pull her so close that their chests were touching.

She furrowed her eyebrows at the tall man “Are flirting with me right now, Mr. Hood?”

“Maybe I am flirting with you, what are you gonna do about it?”

When Y/N did nothing, Calum grabbed the back of her head, bringing their lips together in a passionate yet messy kiss.

The two pulled away, both breathing heavily. Y/N’s eyes were wide with shock but also lust.

She always found Calum attractive but she knew that she could never act upon her feelings. If Calum and Y/N were to ever initiate a relationship or else they both would be immediately terminated and she really couldn’t afford that. She was after all the head of her division.

Calum couldn’t help himself at this point. His member was already beginning to harden in his trousers due to their close proximity and the effect her lips had on him. “You make me so hot Y/N. God, I need you now”

She bit her lip, pondering whether the risk was worth the reward. “Mr. Hood, I don’t think this is a good idea” she said trying to keep things professional.

“Y/N” Calum spoke while rubbing circles in her back “I see the way you look at me when you think i’m not paying attention. I know you want me as much as I want you. Don’t lie to yourself. Come on, I can treat you right”

That was all she needed. She closed the space between their lips. Calum heard her moan into the kiss and it drove him crazy. She drove him crazy.

He lightly pulled her with him to her desk. When they reached the wooden surface. Calum turned around swiped his hand across the top of the desk pushing all the materials onto the carpeted floor. He spun back to face Y/N, grabbing her waist and placed her onto the desk before returning back to the kiss. “Mr. Hood!” she exclaimed in anger “that stuff is expensive”

“No offense but, I honestly don’t give a fuck” Calum moved his lips to the corner of her mouth and began to trail kisses down to her neck, trying to find her sweet spot. He bit her skin softly then using his tongue to soothe the slight sting. When he heard her moan he felt his manhood twitch. Calum grabbed Y/N’s backside to pull her closer so he could grind into her clothed core. She gripped the back of his previously unwrinkled shirt so tight her knuckles were white.

He slipped his cool hands under her blouse making her shiver under his touch. She removed her hands from his back, ripping off his tie and making quick work of his shirt buttons. Once she had finished the task she hastily pushed the material off of his his shoulders. She then hopped off of her desk and started leaving kisses on Calum’s neck, leading down to the waistband of his pants. Y/N undid his belt and pulled down his slacks just enough enough to see him fully.

She licked her lips at the sight of him. Y/N took Calum’s girth in her hand and began to pump him slowly to tease him.

“Come on, Y/N” Calum groaned in frustration.

“Good things come to those who wait” she replied as she kissed the tip of his cock before she began to suck his head, teasing him a bit.

Calum moaned at the feeling of her lips wrapped around him “but the best things come to those who go and get them” he grunted. He tangled his finger in her hair and pushed all of himself into her mouth, causing her to choke slightly.

Y/N tried her best to suppress her gag reflex and steady her breathing. She began to bob her head as his member repeatedly hit the back of her throat, making her eyes tear up.

Suddenly, Calum pulled her off of him and roughly stood her up. He held a tight grip on her jaw as he brought their mouths together momentarily in a clash of teeth and tongues, before spinning her around and bending her over her own desk. He pulled up Y/N’s short pencil skirt to expose her barely there, pale pink, lace panties.

“Goddamn” Calum mumbled under his breath. He kneaded her ass with his large palms, squeezing the flesh which was beginning to redden. Y/N moaned softly when Calum trailed his hands from her ass to her moist core. He pushed the lace aside and and swiped his finger across her slit, collecting her juices onto the tips of his fingers. Y/N moaned at the feeling.

“You like that, princess?” he asks as he slid the thin fabric down her legs and casually shoved them into his pants pocket. He slowly pushed his digits into her glistening hole which made more soft moans leave her lips.

“You’re so tight baby. Can’t wait to fill you up with my hard cock” Calum spoke. He pumped himself a few times before pushing inside of her before beginning to move at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Calum, faster please” Y/N groaned.

“That’s Mr. Hood to you, sweetheart” with that he started pounding into her brutally. He gripped her hips so tight there would surely be bruises. Y/N moaned loudly but Calum quickly slapped his hand over her open mouth.

Calum leaned in, close to her face “Gotta be quiet princess. We wouldn’t anyone to hear, now would we?” he whispered into her ear.

Y/N shook her head, hardly able to comprehend what he was saying due to the movements of his hips. He removed his hand from her mouth and returned it to her hips. She whimpered softly and biting her lip, trying to make as little noise as possible.

He then pulled her up so her back was against his chest. He could now feel her glistening skin slide alongside his own. Calum wrapped one arm around her waist and the other playing with her nipples as he rammed into her mercilessly.

Y/N could now feel a knot in her stomach starting to form as Calum repeatedly her g-spot. Her hands soon found Calum’s and she gripped on as if she would float away.

Calum could feel Y/N tightening around him and knew she was close. He reached down and rubbed fast and sloppy circles onto her clit.

“I-I’m close” Y/N whimpered and leaned her head onto calum’s chest.

“I know, let go baby” Calum whispered to her.

With that que she felt the tightness in her gut finally snap. Her vision went white. Calum watched as her eyes fluttered and her mouth fell into a perfect ‘O’ shape.

Calum thrusted into her a few more times before releasing himself. The two milked their highs for as long as possible.

He pulled out of Y/N, which awoke her from her blissful state. She cleared her throat and started to pick up her clothes.

The tall, tan man chuckled at the woman. “Someone’s in a hurry”

Y/N looked at him astonishingly “Calum, what we did was wrong. Because of this slip up, we could lose our jobs. More importantly, I could lose my job!” She exclaimed as she smoothed her wrinkled top.

Calum rolled his eyes but still had a smirk planted on his face. He also picked up his clothes and began dressing himself. Once done, he walked towards the door. Before he twisted the knob he turned around to face Y/N who was busying herself by organizing her desk, which he had rudely ruined in the heat of the moment.

“Oh by the way” Y/N popped her head up to look at the talking man “nice ass” Calum chuckled before exiting the office.

He strode back to his small dull cubicle and sat down in his squeaky office chair. When he sat though he felt something in his pocket. Then he remembered.

“Hey, Michael” Calum said as he leaned onto the wall that separated the two work spaces.

“What” Michael replied as he looked up from his paperwork.

“Pink” Calum simply said.

When Michael gave him a confused look Calum threw the balled up lace panties from his fist, right onto his friend face.

Realization hit Michael as he groaned and pulled out his wallet.

Tom’s Little Sister (Extended Scene)

Summary: After the reader forgives Harrison, the two of them take things to the next level of their newly formed relationship…

Warning: +18 smut

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader

Type: Extended Version

Requested: by literally everybody

A/N: You have been warned! This is also my first smut actually published to the public so just excuse…everything about it. So yeah…I’m just gonna go bathe in holy water now…

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Dirty Mouth II

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Characters: Jon Moxley (or Dean Ambrose, its more Mox era though) x OC/Reader

Summary: Mox wants more and OFC isn’t quite sure. Follow on from my original Dirty Mouth fic, you don’t need to read the other one, but that one is a bit smuttier if that’s your thaaaang.

Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex.

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Alright I mean I had to do it and don’t mind the cheesy title, I promise this ones not that corny. I added Reggie cuz I love him and I miss him!
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Jughead wiped the sweat from his forehead and leaned against the metal shovel he was carrying, Archie was stretching his back clearly sore from this mornings aggressive concrete pouring. They’d all been at the site for hours and Their day had only just begun, Reggie and Kevin made their way over to the pair of sweaty boys.

“Dude I’m all for helping out your dad but I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to lift for days after this, and that’s coming from Mantle the Magnificent, I can carry a damn ox, I can’t even imagine how Kevin must feel right now.” Reggie shot a smirk in Kevin’s direction, rolling his shoulders daintily he just shrugged

“I feel fine, fit as a fiddle.”

Moose joined the group with a shake of his head and a hidden smile “yeah well that’s because anytime something is too heavy, he calls me over.”

Archie laughed and clapped Reggie on the shoulder “I wanna thank you guys again, this really means a lot to me. I know how much me and my dad appreciate it.”

All of a sudden Reggies eyes went wide as he stared at something behind Jughead and Archie

“Oh no, that is thanks enough” he stated practically drooling.

Archie and jughead turned to see what the boy was looking at as Kevin gasped “holy fifth harmony music video.”

Coming towards them almost in slow motion was Betty, Veronica and Josie, all decked out in construction hats and holding shovels over their shoulders, their hair seemed to be blowing in the wind and jughead was certain that if this was a movie some sexy R&B song would be playing in the background.

While Reggie, Moose and Archie all seemed to be panting and staring at the three girls, trying to decide who to watch, Jugheads eyes were glued only on Betty. He didn’t think he had ever had a sexual fantasy but damn, this was a dream come true.

She looked amazing in her tiny cut off shorts Showing her long tan legs, a red and black flannel was tied around her waist and loosely hanging behind her, she had on a form fitting white tank top and her shoulders were partly covered with unruly honey blonde curls, the construction hat lopsided on her head. He wanted nothing more than to tug her into his body and kiss that silly hat right off of her head. Betty noticed his stare and blushed a light pink, her eyes lingering on his bare arms as she darted out her tongue to look her bubblegum pink lips.

Veronica dropped her shovel to the ground and smiled at Archie, “were here to help, send me to my post boss!” She fake saluted him and he finally swallowed smiling gently at the kind hearted girls.

“You don’t have to do this guys, I know it’s not really your scene.”

Betty shook her head “you guys need help and that’s what you’re gonna get, we may not be the most handy but I’m good with a tool set and Josie and Ronnie are small they can get in tiny areas. We can help, let us help.”

Archie nodded and broke out into a grin
“Well alright we’ll pair off then, Ronnie you can be with me, Betty you’ll be with…”

Jughead cut him off “me. She’ll be with me.”

Betty blushed again and smiled moving to stand near her partner as Archie paired Josie with Reggie “okay guys we’ll meet up in two hours, be careful and if you need anything my dads right in his office. Thankyou guys.”

Jughead grabbed the shovel out of Betty’s hands and tugged her towards where he had been pouring cement “you’re something else Betty Cooper, you never cease to amaze me.” She giggled at him and smiled “and I hope I never do. Now show me how to do the cement” she seemed genuinely excited and for the next hour and a half they built walls with brick and cement and shared stories teasing each other the whole time.

After three whole walls Betty dropped the smoother and sighed heavily,

“Okay that’s it, my poor little arms are about to fall off, I can’t cheerlead with out arms.”

Jughead laughed and dropped his own tool moving to stand by her “you did really good, I’m always impressed by how quick you learn things, also you’re ability to try things you never have before.” He stood in front of her and smiled at the amazing girl in front of him.

Suddenly the air shifted and Betty was closer than he remembered, her hands moving to draw lazy circles on his biceps, biting her lip she looked up at him “wanna know something else I’ve never tried?” she whispered

He gulped at the feeling of her cool fingertips on his bare skin and the way her teeth tugged at those soft lips “what’s that?” He choked out

She reached up and whispered in his ear “I’ve never made out with anyone on a construction site.”

That was all it took for him to lose control, he let out a low growl and hooked his arms around Betty’s backside lifting her onto the dried concrete wall as he cut off her giggle with his own mouth.

They fought for dominance, each of them feeling so strongly passionate, it was new and it was different and it was amazing, when Jughead placed his open palms on the bare skin of her thighs, Betty slid her hands under his tank top, feeling his toned muscular back she scraped her fingers nails over the skin and he groaned into her mouth, biting down onto her bottom lip
Jughead shifted Betty so she was pushed up against the wall still sitting on the stone his legs in between hers,

“Bets” he moaned, moving to kiss along her jaw and the sensitive sweet spot that was her neck. she whimpered at the sensation and sighed breathily “you’re not allowed to wear sleeves ever again” her hands ran up and down his arms as he pulled back and gave her a silly smile raising his brow “don’t stop!” She pouted, pulling him back to her lips.

He smiled into the kiss and he didn’t think he would ever be this turned on again in his entire life, he had never had these urges before so it only made it all so much more intense

“You’re everything” he whispered into her neck as she kissed behind his ear, she pulled away this time, looking at him confused. Jughead just shook his head “you don’t know what you mean to me, what you do to me.” He whispered leaning his forehead against hers, his hands resting in her butt pockets, she just smiled

“You’re everything to me too Juggie.” She brought him in for another kiss when suddenly the clearing of a throat drew them out of their bubble.

Standing there smirking and holding two cokes was none other than Fred Andrews, both the teens blushed scarlet as Betty went to tuck in her tank top and jughead searched for his hard hat.

“The rest of the gang is looking for you two, you might wanna head over there.” He placed the sodas on the wall with an amused smile “oh and Betty?”

She looked up from her place on the wall
“Yes Mr.Andrews?” She said thoroughly embarrassed.

“Your flannel is draped over the cement mixer.” With that he walked away , leaving both the teens staring after him in embarrassed, stunned silence.

Finally, Jughead grabbed her flannel and walked to her to tie it around her waist, pulling her in for one final kiss as they left the safety of their own little corner.

Half way to the rest of the group Betty turned to Jughead “hey Juggie?” She asked

He raised a brow and hummed “hmm?”

She sighed, smoothing her frazzled hair
“I think from now on, you better work from home.”

Raspberries || Riverdale Preferences

Archie Andrews:

“Hey buster.” You cooed, sliding into the seat next to him. “What’s going on?” You questioned, peering over his broad shoulder to look at the paper that rested on the table in front of him. “English homework.” He groaned, twiddling with the pen that he held in his large hand. “I’m so stupid. I can’t get anything right.” He whined, slamming his hand down against the desk. “You’re not stupid, silly.” You giggled, reaching up to ruffle his red hair. “Yes I am.” He laughed, opening his embrace so you could fall into it. You obliged quickly, hugging his warm body as close to yours as quickly as you possibly could. “No you’re not.” You giggled once again, pressing your lips to his neck before giving the ginger a rasberry. He pulled away, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he began to laugh. “You’re so weird.” Archie chuckled, pulling you towards his chest once again. “But you love me.” You responded, winding your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder. “You bet I do.” He hummed, closing his eyes to savor the moment. He loved these moments, as much as you did. Although savoring them was the best way to go, there would most definitely be more in the future.


Jughead Jones:

“You look so snazzy.” You hummed, clicking the ‘off’ button on your phone. You leaned back onto the plush black couch that was located in FP’s trailer, yawning. “You think?” He questioned you, a crimson red dusting his porcelain cheeks as he turned around in a circle. “Not just snazzy, sexy.” You commented, rubbing your eyes. “Are you tired?” Jughead questioned, falling onto the couch next to you. “Yes, snuggle me.” You whimpered, falling into his open embrace. “Okay baby.” He cooed softly, pressing kisses against your flushed skin. You hummed softly, tangling your fingers in his raven hair. He pulled away a mere 10 seconds later, smiling at your response. “You suck.” You growled, pushing him down so that his back rested against the bottom of the couch. “You suck. And if you’re in the mood, you can suck something else…” He mused, raising an eyebrow. “Nope!” You giggled, trying to get up. That was a struggle, however, as his large hands gripped your waist, and you guessed that he was not going to let go any time soon. His hands crept up, his menacing fingers tickling your sides. You squealed, leaning down to cease his antics. He pressed his lips to your collarbone, blowing a raspberry. You laughed at the fruitful feeling, hugging him quickly. “I love you.”


Betty Cooper:

“Can you do my zipper please?” Betty asked kindly, turning around so you could complete the task. “Of course gorgeous.” You hummed in respnse, grasping the cool metal and dragging upwards. You then adjusted her loose blonde curls, pressing a sweet kiss to the side of her neck. “I love you.” She giggled, turning around to give you a long hug. “You’re adorable.” You giggled, returning the sweet hug. Pulling away, Betty turned to grab her handbook from off her dresser. “Ready to go?” She asked you, cocking her head to side as she waited for a response. “As I’ll ever be.” You responded, blowing out a deep breath that you were not aware that you were holding. “Don’t stress out (Y/N). They already love you. And you’ve had dinner with them before. I don’t know why you’re so nervous now.” Betty cooed, taking your quivering hand in hers. “This is serious Betty. We’re in a fancy restaurant that speaks a different language, which I don’t know a word of, so I don’t know if I’m going to mess up or not.“ You whimpered, closing your eyes for a few seconds. Suddenly, you could feel her lips against your cheek before she gave you raspberry, causing you to yelp and giggle. “There’s that smile. Come on, you’ll be fine. Just show that smile the entire time and they’ll know you’re my world.”


Veronica Lodge:

“Kiss me.” You mused, leaning over your bed, puckering your lips to meet her soft ones. “No.” She giggled, turning away. She continued to scroll through her phone, unfazed by your antics. “Come on, why not?” You whined, your expression going sour. “Because I don’t want to. Was that not obvious?” She wondered, causing your jaw to drop. Who the hell did she think she was? “I’m just kidding, love. Come here.” She giggled, puckering her lipstick-covered lips. You frowned before you quickly kissed her, pulling away before scowling once again. “Come on! It was a joke.” Veronica laughed, turning off her phone before giving you her full attention. “I know.” You held up your brick wall, no matter how hard you were trying not to smile. “Then why are you being so cranky?” She whined, cocking her head to the side. “Because you’re a bitch, that’s why.” You finally gave up your facade, turning to give her a long hug. “There’s my girl.” Veronica grinned, holding you close to her body. Loving her laugh, you lifted up her shirt quickly, giving her a raspberry before pulling her shirt down just as quickly.  “Hey!” She laughed, pulling her shirt down. “Unnessecary!”


Cheryl Blossom:

“Where the hell is she?” You murmured to yourself, your large (e/c) eyes searching the crowded school hallways. Normally it would be easy to spot her unique ginger hair, but today was way too difficult. You turned into a another hallway, growling at your misfortune. “This is ridiculous. Where the hell-” You finally found her, and you grinned happily, elated to have finally spotted Cheryl. “Come here.” You giggled, pulling her into an empty classroom. Breathless for some odd reason, you glanced at her, pulling her into a hug. “What’s going on?” She mumbled, curious. “I missed you.” You whined, shushing her. “Wh-” “Just shut the hell up and hug me back. I haven’t seen you since yesterday.” You sassed, sighing in relief when she wrapped her long arms aroun you. When the two of you pulled away from each other, a look of delight instantly flashed across your face. “Oh! I have a secret for you!” You hummed happily, grinning. “Well then. You have to tell me. I need to be updated on all of this school drama. How else am I supposed to Riverdale High’s Drama Queen?” Cheryl giggled, tossing her red hair over her shoulder. Pressing your lips to ear, you gave her a raspberry. She squirmed away, scowling. “That’s not a secret!” “I know that. I’m just giving you a preview of tonight.”

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Lucy taking running leaps at her deliciously strong alien girlfriend because she knows Kara will always catch her, even if she has to drop something else to do it.

Lucy’s smart. You don’t get to the position in life that she’s at by being anything less than brilliant, and so everyone knows Lucy is a very, very smart gal. She just happens to be reckless, too, which would be fine if she were bulletproof and could fly. But she’s not, and she can’t, so when smart girl Lucy refuses to leave the currently burning building until she’s sure everyone has gotten out, resulting in her being forced up to the roof by the scorching heat and collapsing exits, well - the team starts to doubt just how smart she is.

And even though her comm was damaged when that flaming wall had collapsed on her as she shielded the other last survivor’s escape, Lucy swears she can hear the screams of her team as she shouts, “CATCH ME SUPERGIRL” and takes a running leap off of the 10 story building.

But Lucy’s smart, and she knows her girlfriend, and it’s not even ten seconds of free fall before she’s swooped up into those strong arms.

“I was using the bathroom, Lucy!” Kara screams at her as she flies them away from the now collapsing building.

“I hope you washed your hands,” Lucy says, nonchalant, like she hadn’t just almost plummeted to her death.

“Of course I did,” Kara says, a little offended, “but you can’t just spring it on me like that. I didn’t even know you were on a mission.”

“That’s because I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to worry.” Kara grumbles at that, clearly annoyed, so Lucy tugs her closer with her arms wrapped around her neck and presses a sweet kiss to her quickly reddening cheek.

“Besides,” she says with a smirk, “I knew my hero would save me.”

Piece of Cake

Request: Hi! Can you make an imagine where Damon is having wild sex with the reader in the kitchen and she’s bent over the counter? I love your blog!! ! – Anon,  Idk if you’d be comfortable writing this, but could you maybe do a daddy Damon smut imagine? If not that’s totally okay I get some people aren’t comfortable that kinda stuff. – @artsyicon AND  Could you do a song fic about Damon x reader with the song cake by Melanie Martinez?  – @bloody-doctor

Pairings: Damon x Reader

Warnings: swearing, smut, fluff

Word Count: 1021

I combined these requests since, they’re so similar <3 Hope you guys like this story!

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“We’ll be back in two days, please don’t trash the house.” Stefan said, about to leave the boarding house. “And you’re part of that, (y/n).” He said, raising an eyebrow. “Jesus, Stef, just leave, be with Elena. God, we’re not 5.” You fake whined, Damon chuckling beside you. “We promise, brother.” Damon sweetly said. “I just don’t want to clean up a huge mess–” “Alright, let’s leave the older people, huh.” Elena said, giggling as she pulled Stefan out of the house and closing the door. You laughed, snuggling close to Damon’s chest. Damon stroked down your arm and sighed, snuggling deeper. “I still ask myself ‘how did a girl like you, fall into my arms’.” You looked up to see him looking down at you. “Uh, because a badass person, such as you, is matched with an equally badass person, and that’s who I am.” You said, winking at him, causing him to chuckle and give a light kiss on top of your head.

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We All Need A Break Sometimes - NSFW

Pairing:
Bruce Banner X Reader

Request Prompt:
168: your in trouble now
170: Bend over
193: good girl
Bruce Banner ???

This was requested by @sour-kangaroo1998 and I am so sorry it took so long! It was actually one of my first requests! But uhhh smut takes me a little longer to do! I hope you don’t mind the wait!

Warnings: SMUT! Spanking, ahh kinky Bruce? Kinda Dom but not really Bruce? I don’t know just smut you know? Enjoy!

Fingers tapped incessantly against the dining table. Here sat Y/N alone. AGAIN! Eating dinner by herself. A frown had set itself as her default expression now a days. She huffed and cleared the table, putting her dish in the sink and staring at the counter where she had left Bruce’s dinner, plate wrapped up with tin foil and left out to be eaten at whatever ungodly hour he came back to their room in Stark Tower.

She made her way to their bedroom and sighed, staring at the large empty bed, Bruce’s side was barely even wrinkled from lack of use. She missed Bruce… She understood he got wrapped up in work and loved that he had that kind of focus and passion but… Like she said, she missed Bruce. Besides he needed a break! It wasn’t healthy for him!

A mischievous grin suddenly splayed across her lips as she opened up their wardrobe.

Oh yes, this was definitely a good idea.

Y/N walked down the empty halls of Stark Tower, padding quietly to the science labs. She peeked into Bruce’s private office to see him.

Her poor disheveled baby…

His eyes were tired and dark circles had formed around them as he chewed his lip concentrating on his work in front of him.

“Bruce?” She spoke up, loud enough to get his attention as she entered the office and made her way to the front of his desk.

Bruce looked up at the call of his name at her and blinked tiredly, taking his glasses off and rubbing his eyes.

“Oh! Y/N! What are you doing here? What time is it?” He shuffled the things on his desk around slightly as he smiled at her.

“It’s too late to be working Bruce.” She frowned at him, placing her hands on her hips.

“I just need to finish these-”

“No Bruce. You need a break, sleep, eat, relax.” Her voice was firm but had lightened as she finished the sentence.

He shook his head at her and reached for one of his writing journals. Y/N had beat him too it and knocked the book off the surface and falling to the ground.

“What are you Y/N, a cat?” Bruce remarked sarcastically as he thinned his lips.

She returned his expression and knocked over what looked like some sort of test tube or beaker off the side of the table as well.

“That was actually expensive…”

“What do you care? Tony pays for everything.”

“Look Y/N, I see what you’re doing but I really need to finish this-”

Another book was knocked onto the floor disrupting the delicate balance of Bruce’s ‘precious organisation’ of how he set the objects on his desk and she made a face that said she had no intention of stopping.

Bruce looked at the book on the ground for a few moments before slowly returning his gaze to her, his eyes had darkened.

You’re in trouble now.”

His voice had a sharp edge to it, not angry but authoritative. Y/N bit back a grin as she felt her stomach flip at his tone. She internally smirked, she always got her way and Bruce NEEDED a break.

Bruce’s eyes scanned her up and down as he looked at her expectedly.

“Take that off.”

She slipped off the simple and loose dress she had changed into earlier, it fluttered to the floor and pooled around her revealing lacy purple lingerie which had just so happened to be Bruce’s favourite.

His eyes raked over her body, darting around to see all the newly exposed flesh. He licked his bottom lip and stood, calmly walking across the desk towards her.

“You came here ready for me. Good girl.”

Y/N loved this attitude Bruce had seemed to adapt during some of their more intimate moments. Bruce liked control, after having to dedicate his life to control, she imagined you’d have a very miserable life if you didn’t atleast LIKE the subject that dominated most aspects of your life.

A pleasant shiver ran up her spine as his hand swept across the bare expanse of her stomach, pulling her against him as he placed his lips on her neck. His tongue swept across her collar bone causing her to let out a cry as his lips latched around her skin and began sucking.

Bruce kept one hand resting across her stomach, drawing aimless shapes and patterns into her skin as the other made its way to one of her breasts. He pulled down the cup and pinched her nipple.

“A-aaah!” Y/N took in a sharp intake of breath, swallowing hard as he rolled the bud against his thumb, flicking it time with his tongue on her neck.

Damn him and his symmetrically sinful actions.

She could already feel her panties getting damp as she moaned, completely pliant under his command. Bruce liked to leave marks, Y/N had joked before it was because no matter what he was a scientist at heart and liked to show his work. So he took his time on her neck making sure to nip and suck and tease every patch of bare skin he could, his record was 9 hickeys in one sitting and Y/N had to wear turtle necks for a looooong time after that. She of course couldn’t be mad because she certainly wasn’t complaining when it was happening.

When Bruce finally seemed to be satisfied he pulled away and nipped her ear. “Bend over.” He breathed into her ear as he gently directed her forward, placing his hand between her shoulder blades and forcing her to lean down and press against the desk.

He pulled back and admired her in this position, watching her hands curl against the other end of the desk, gripping the edge to hold herself sturdy. He deftly slapped her rear which caused her to jolt forward, leaning further into the desk and tighten her grip. He slapped her again, alternating between slaps and rubbing to sooth the skin afterwards.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Please Bruc-ah!” Another slap had her swallow her words. “Please, I need you. Please…”

She tried to clamp her thighs together to give her some hint of relief as she shuddered, a complete mess under Bruce already.

Bruce smiled, satisfied as his fingers hooked around her panties and pulled them down.

“You’re already so wet for me.” He commented off handedly causing her to whine. Just his voice and the air of control he radiated was enough to make the ache in her stomach coil and tighten.

Bruce unbuckled his belt and undid his pants exhaling in relief at the feeling of his throbbing cock no longer restrained. Bruce pumped himself a few times but was already hard from just the teasing. He wasted no more time sliding into her and feeling her tight slick walls squeeze around him caused him to release a low gluttonous moan.

He grasped hold of her hips and snapped his own forward, thrusting into her at a slow and steady pace.

Y/N let out a sharp intake of breath when she felt him enter her, curling her toes tightly, she started panting as she rocked back and fourth on the desk.

Bruce controlled the speed and movement they went, directing her hips with his hands and lolled his head back, squeezing his eyes shut while his lips parted just the slightest taking in how good everything felt. He had almost forgotten how amazing this felt and made a mental note in the back of his mind not to go so long without giving Y/N the attention she deserved again.

Y/N went into sensory overload when Bruce finally sped up after she pleaded with him to do so. His name was spilling from her lips like it was the only word she could speak and oh god she NEEDED him so much. The coil in her stomach tightened and tightened and she felt herself convulse around him. Her thighs trembled and she was so thankful she was against a desk because she honestly didn’t believe she had the capacity to hold her own weight up right now.

Bruce let go of her left hip and slid his hand all the way up her back and weave itself into her hair, he grabbed a tight fistful of the hair on the back of her skull and pulled her backwards, forcing her to arch her back.

This new angle caused Bruce to hit her gspot and make her release a high pitched mewl. A light sheen of sweat coated her forehead as she felt her release finally crash over her, hitting her hard, she clenched tightly around him as she released and Bruce chased his own after making her come. He sped up, pounding into her hard and fast, his movements became sloppy and he grunted with each thrust before finally coming himself. Y/N was panting and keening quietly as he finished, almost unable to take the pleasure now that she was over sensitive.

Bruce let go of her hair and pulled out, he gently tugged her forward and turned her, lifting her onto the desk and peppering sweet quick kisses along her neck. Y/N was too busy trying to catch her breath, she was twitching and shaking and just felt SO satisfied. Bruce kissed his way up her neck to her lips, lingering there.

“I love you so much.” He whispered as he continued to kiss her.

“I love you too. Now, how about we go back to our room, you eat and then we can go to bed together.” She giggled slightly when Bruce nipped on a sensitive area of her neck. “I miss falling asleep with you.”

Bruce finally pulled away, pressing one last kiss to her temple as he smiled at her.

“That sounds perfect.”

Two’s Company, Three’s ... Perfect?

could you do a scenario about Irene and her s/o being observed while sex? you know that red velvet turns on ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)  Ps. you’re such a lovely person omg ily


Character: Irene (Red Velvet) ft. Seulgi
Word Count: 1305

a/n: I know I always try to make everything gender neutral (unless the request specifies the gender) but it’s hard to do that in smut. So I’m going to make the reader female in this, sorry gentlemen!! And ty, anon, I hope you enjoy ~

Originally posted by irnbae

She knew she shouldn’t.

Even though Seulgi had not stirred in a whole hour, that didn’t mean that the woman was asleep. Doing this was wrong, Irene told herself. Seulgi could still be awake, or possibly wake up, and hear everything. Yet, it didn’t stop her. If anything, the idea of Seulgi hearing spurred Irene on.

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Dating Cheryl Would Include

request: Dating Cheryl Headcanons???

requested by: anonymous

A/N: I love Cheryl. My baby girl deserves the world. Enjoy these head canons. FUCK PENELOPE BLOSSOM (pardon my language. I hate her.) love you guys, xx aubree

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MASTERLIST

Originally posted by stydiamalec

- helping her cope with the loss of Jason

- telling her mom to “go fuck herself” when she threatens Cheryl

- or when she is extremely verbally/emotionally/mentally/ maybe physically abusive to Cheryl

- watching her practice with the Vixens

- long walks along the perimeter of Thorn Hill

- giving her roses just because 

- her getting you expensive gifts because you are the only thing keeping her going right now.

- before Jason died, he loved you.

- the fact that Jason loved you, made Cheryl think you were the one.

- being happy that when you weren’t around, Veronica is there to help Cheryl.

- helping her get through Jason’s funeral

- sweet kisses

- lipstick stains all over your cheeks and neck

- her always fixing her lipstick because more of it was on your face than on her lips.

- the love you two had for each other was unconditional.

- you were determined to find out who killed her brother 

- road trips to get her away from all of the drama and rumors

- having nothing but fun when you two were together.

Better With You

Summary: Justin has some revelations about you while on tour.

Warnings: like one cuss word, making out, light smut 

Word Count: 1364

A/N: See I told ya’ll I’d get something with Justin posted (: Let me know what you think!(:

Originally posted by princebiebers


Justin ran his fingers through his hair slightly grasping onto the strands pulling lightly on them. He was beyond bored and frustration was soon ebbing it’s way through him. He had gotten done with rehearsals over an hour and a half ago and he had nothing to do until it was time to perform. Unfortunately for him that meant five hours of waiting around, trying to entertain himself. He knows his boredom has everything to do with the fact that Y/N had just left to go back to filming her movie and she was no longer around.

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