sweet kiss on her neck

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.)

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.

#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.

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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.”

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

xx


(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.

work from home

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.”

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 thats your thaaaang.

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

Do let me know if you wanna be tagged in any of my fics (:  Please please please let me know what you think!

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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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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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I’m the Alpha

Pairing: Malia x Scott’s Sister Reader

Requested: Yes by anon.

A/N: A little Smut warning. Sorry about the long wait! I’ve been watching 13 Reasons Why and it’s all I can think about !

Originally posted by evil-chimera

“(Y/N), you need to concentrate.” Scott demanded, causing you to roll your eyes as his voice. You felt him coming to your right, you ducked down and let him fly over you before you went straight for him but he caught you by the neck. You growled at him, your eyes beaming a red glow. “Concentrate.”

You kicked your feet up, sending him crashing into the trees surrounding you. Your body fell to the ground but you got up with pace and raced towards him, you could feel the excitement build up inside you as you got closer to him. He was still laying on the ground but you skidded to a stop when you got the scent of another person. “Who did you bring?” You growled, turning to the direction it was coming from.

“When you become Alpha, you have to expect more than one coming for you.” He coughed from the floor, holding the wound on his stomach. You glared at him before rushing towards the scent, it was familiar but you couldn’t put a face to it. “Come out, come out wherever you are.” You teased, glancing at every tree around the arena, before your eyes spotted her. She didn’t see you coming, she thought she was quiet.

You pounced from one tree to another, before landing on top of the female. You grinned at Malia as she growled from under you. “I am the future Alpha, you can’t hide from me.” You laughed, but she flipped you over. “Best not get distracted then.” She teased, smirking at you. You glared at her as she stood up and reached down to help you.

“How you getting on? Scott being hard on you?” She questioned, you shrugged your shoulders as you made your way towards your brother who was sitting up staring at you. “Would you rather a tough or weak alpha, Malia?” He questioned, “She’ll be your alpha one day.” Malia rolled her eyes and swung her water bottle at his head. “I don’t even count you as my alpha.” She laughed.

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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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Behind the trees.

Anonymous: can you do a fic where spencer is in love with the reader and every little thing she does and he constantly shows her affection and it gets kind of heated one day which leads to secret smut in like in an suv or something? thanks xx

Warning: smut smut smut smut


Originally posted by ibelongtoafamily

“Reid, Y/L/N. Can you two go straight to the station? They’re expecting you in an hour.” Aaron urged, making Y/N nod with a sweet smile painted on her face. When she turned to Spencer, he held the SUV keys up proudly, a goofy grin plastered across his face.

“I don’t think so.” Y/N giggled, swiftly pulling the keys from his slender fingers. In effect, he frowned, walking after her and wrapping his arms around her from behind and holding her tight in attempt to fumble the keys from her grasp.

“No way!” She squealed, giggling softly when Spencer gave up, burying his curly hair into the crook of her neck and groaning lowly, arms still wrapped around her waist.

“Please,” Spencer exaggerated, making Y/N chuckle and nudge him playfully.

“No, get in the car.”


The two of them drove, Spencer’s hand settled on Y/N’s knee while the calming music sang through the radio. However, his innocent touch sent butterflies straight to her stomach but her unusual silence made Spencer squeeze her knee to capture her attention.

“You okay?” Spencer uttered, causing her to hum slightly in response, nodding slowly but Spencer caught her unfocused eyes. In effect, he mindlessly moved his hand further up her thigh in an attempt to comfort her but the subtle movement made her squirm slightly in her seat, breath hitching in her throat when she inhaled sharply.

“Can you drive?” Y/N asked weakly, unable to focus all of her attention on the road. Spencer frowned yet kept his firm grip higher on her thigh.

“Yeah, pull over up here behind these trees.” Spencer assured, gesturing with his free hand causing Y/N to exhale slowly.


When she stopped the car, she slouched slightly in her chair, making Spencer squeeze her thigh once again before getting out of the car. Y/N squeezed the steering wheel, mentally cussing herself at her uncontrollable feelings. Noticing Spencer walking around of the back of the car, she stepped out, keeping her head bowed to hide her blown pupils. Although, Spencer pulled at her wrist, causing her to lean against the car.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Spencer cooed, tucking her hair behind her ear. She cleared her throat before looking up at Spencer, eyes immediately drifting to his lips as his tongue darted across it.

“I-uh-” Y/N began but Spencer cut her off, mind miles ahead as he connected her hitched breath, blown pupils and unusual behaviour. He slowly edged towards her, hand drifting down to her neck to pull her into a sweet kiss. She hummed against his lips, prompting him to deepen the kiss and rest his other hand on her hip, thankful that they were parked behind the thick trees.

“Spence,” Y/N whined slightly as he pulled away breathlessly, her desperate voice earning a low chuckle to escape his throat while he placed both of his hands on the base of her neck.

“Do you want-” Before he could finish, Y/N firmly pressed her lips against his, wandering hands pulling his hips closer to her. Spencer smiled goofily into the kiss, tongue darting across her lower lip as she granted him access. While their tongues fought for dominance, Spencer hiked her thighs up to wrap around his waist, eliciting a small gasp to pull from her throat. He pressed his  hips into hers eagerly, massaging her thighs while his mouth trailed across her jaw before settling just below her ear, nipping at the soft skin.

Y/N’s yearning hands gripped at his hair, breath growing shallow as she whimpered at his possessive touch. Impatiently, she pulled his head from her neck and dominated his lips once again while her hands worked on his shirt buttons.


Encouraged by the low groan that ruffled through her throat, Spencer pulled open the door to the back seat before dropping Y/N to the ground again. She looked up at him excitedly, plump lips attacking his vulnerable neck.

“Get in.” Spencer ordered, following her into the car and quickly positioning his groin between her open legs while connecting their thirsty lips again. Mindlessly, her hips thrusted into his, swallowing the low grunt that escaped his parted lips. Y/N smirked proudly, repeating the action causing Spencer’s head to fall to her shoulder, biting gently at the tender skin.

“Take these off.” Spencer urged, pulling softly at her t-shirt and the waist of her trousers. Within a minute, Spencer was naked, seated in the middle seat as Y/N pulled her jeans off, revealing her lace panties. Hungrily, Spencer pulled on her wrist, making her straddle his hips, grinding down slightly on his awaiting member teasingly. He threw his head back, hands instantly gripping her hips while she gently placed open kisses down his neck.

“I need you,” Spencer panted, slender fingers massaging her lightly through the damp lace fabric. She breathed heavily against his chest at the touch, his fingers rubbing more firmly as he gained more of n uncontrollable reaction. Unexpectedly a moan escaped her swollen lips as she moved her hips along with his fingers while her free hand fondled him gently. Without a warning, Spencer moved her panties to a side, positioning his hip at her awaiting enterance.

“Spence.” Y/N moaned, edging herself down on his throbbing member, probing a breathy groan to murmur against her chest as Spencer licked her nubs while he waited for her signal to say she was ready. Slowly, she bobbed up and down on him, her hips moving in light circles while she threw her head back in pure bliss. Spencer firm grip was placed on her hips, pushing her down more firmly against his hips as he began to thrust to meet her.

“Y/N, fuck.” Spencer growled, moving his fingers to her bundle of nerves as her walls tightened around him. Her hand was laced in his hair, pulling tightly as her other sat on his heaving chest. The movement of her hips grew weaker as her climax closer, making Spencer thrust quicker into her shaking body.

“I’m going to-” Spencer groaned, sentence cut off as he pulled out, squirting onto her bare stomach. Breathlessly, she fell back onto his hips, resting her head against his heaving chest.

“Holy shit.” She whispered, making Spencer chuckle lowly as he ran his hand up her back while kissing her forehead.

“You can say that again.”


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Karamel 2x13 couch scene – Extended version

Summary: The extended 2x13 couch scene, according to my perv heart.

BEWARE THE (sort of) SMUT!!!

Notes: Once again, I couldn’t think of a proper title yet; I’ll come up with something when I publish it on AO3 and FFNet. :P


Mon-El’s head was already spinning when he fell with Kara on her couch in the middle of their passionate kiss. He was barely able to think coherently, but he did try to be careful when he climbed on the couch on top of her, but then Kara pulled his body closer to hers without a second thought and he simply gave in. His heart was beating so fast that he thought it might explode. He had longed so much for this moment… Only a few days ago, he thought it would never happen, he thought he would never be with Kara, and here she was, kissing him with the same passion and hunger as he was kissing her.

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Into the Night

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Characters: OFC/AJ Styles

Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content, Rough Sex, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Name calling, Consensual Slut Shaming.

Summary: This is a short one shot where OFC is teasing and playing with herself while AJ is driving. He gets angry and smut happens.

TAGS:  @actualamyautopsy @oraclegazes @livingthestrongstyle @phenominalstyles @hephenomenonalkingofthebrogues @reigns420 @devittslegos @banditsrose @llowkeys @littlemissava13 @the-geekgoddes @dessertwerewolf @xuhwheredidkylogox 

“That’s it. I’m pulling over!”

AJ’s knuckles had turned white on the steering wheel and his face red. His blue eyes filled with lust and anger, as he began to palm the rock hard flesh that had formed in his jeans.

She knew she’d pushed him too far, She hadn’t meant to get him that worked up but she got carried away. She’d planned was to tease him a little on the way to their next hotel, But she just couldn’t help herself. AJ’s eyes kept trailing away from the road as she pulled up her dress in the passenger’s seat so her legs were exposed to him. Letting her fingers dance up her thighs and teasingly tracing over the bruises and bite marks he’d left on her. His hand reached over to her thigh and pulled her legs further apart, all while trying to keep his eyes on the road. The tipping point was when she pulled her panties to one side and stroked a solitary finger over her folds.

“Get out.” AJ barked as he threw the car into park and unclasped his seatbelt.

Before she could process what was going on she was shivering in the cold crisp air of the night. AJ grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her to the front of the car.

“Turn around, Hands on the car.” The familiar unzipping of his jeans echoed along in the darkness of the country road. It was eerily silent, the only sound was the owls cooing and the faint sounds of cars somewhere in the distance. 

The light radiating from inside the car illuminated them, but she had no idea where they were or how close to civilisation they could be. There were no streetlights or houses around, it was pitch black and she could barely see anything.

Her legs began to quiver as she obediently turned, pressing her palms into the hood of the rental and bent forward. AJ pulled her thighs apart, yanking her panties down in one swift motion and throwing them into the night. Grabbing a handful of her dress and pulling it up over her ass, holding it tightly into her lower back.

He ran his fingers over her dripping core, the wetness glistening in the moonlight as he listened to her stuttered breathing. The thrill of someone catching her bent over like this made her mind race and the dull thudding ache inside her intensify.

“I bet you’re already ready for me sweetheart?” AJ growled, his belt clinked as he nudged his jeans down his thick thighs far enough to pull himself out of his boxers. She could feel his member pressing into her thigh, wiggling her ass towards him in the hope he’d slip in her quicker.

“Please!” She croaked out, it was all she could manage.

AJ teasingly ran his cock over her entrance. She began to beg and press back onto him, Not wanting to suffer his usual routine of teasing. He dragged his cock through her lips and moved his hand around her to put pressure on her throbbing clit. She ground into is fingers, attempting to get any friction she could.

He gave himself a few strokes then pressed the head of his cock into her warm core, with a short snap of his hips he completely bottomed out inside her, Their bodies joined together under the stars. Without any time to adjust AJ pulled himself out and slammed back into her twice as hard, the perfect moan of pain and pleasure escaped her mouth. AJ set an intense pace and pushed her dress further up her back.

“That’s right baby girl, you take it on the side of the road like the little whore you are. Daddy’s little whore.”

“I’m not a whore, Daddy. I’m a good girl.” She whined. Of course, she wasn’t but it but it spurred him on, speeding up the movement of his hips and pounding her harder into the hood of the car, Each thrust causing her to bang into the metal below. 

“Good girls don’t tease. Good girls are patient and wait. They don’t touch themselves while Daddy is driving. You know how dangerous that is huh?”

“I’m sorry…” She cried between muffled moans.

“Well. What if I’d crashed huh?” His hand cracked down on her pale ass cheek leaving a deep red print. She yelped, as AJ continued to spank her, matching his thrusts.

She could hear him muttering words that she couldn’t quite make out but she knew they were dirty and degrading. AJ had lost himself to his own desires. He pulled her back onto him as she attempted to meet his thrusts. 

He flipped his brown locks back out of his face and continued to push himself deeper, pulling her legs further apart. “Only little sluts like getting fucked like this.”

AJ found her spot and aimed for it every time. Wetness ran down her legs and the slapping of their bodies together rang in her ears, unable to focus on anything else. Her senses were all over the place, but the pleasure of him fucking her was almost too much to handle. She could feel herself getting closer to a release and AJ could tell. 

“You gonna cum for me, Right out here in the open like the bad girl you are?” Pushing her back down into the cold metal and slapping her ass cheeks to match each stroke. 

AJ grabbed onto her hair to twist her body up and around for a kiss, letting out a groan into her mouth and clamping his teeth down on her bottom lip. Quickly her pussy started to clench around him and jolts of pleasure ran through her body as she bellowed out his name. Cumming violently, loudly and without permission, Screaming wildly into the silence of nature without a care in the world. Shaking and moaning as he continued to fuck her right through her orgasm until she could barely feel anything anymore. She collapsed onto the car like a dead weight as he continued, Unapologetically thrusting harder so he could reach his own release, coaxing her to keep it together.

“Mmm yeah, that’s right…” His eyes fixed on the sight of him sliding effortlessly in and out of her. His fingers gripping her hips and massaging the soft flesh below.

Soon his thrusts grew uneven and even more punishing, completely lost in a pace that was designed solely just to satiate himself. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt him pull out and finish on her ass, whimpering at the loss of fullness. He hissed as Wwrm cum spurted onto her and dotted over ass cheeks as he grunted away until he was done. AJ carefully collapsed forward onto her, nuzzling the back of her neck, burying himself in her hair. She could see his warm breath contrast in the cold air as his heart thumped against her back while he steadied his breath.

“You drive me crazy,” AJ whispered into the nape of her neck, placing a few sweet kisses on her shoulders.

She couldn’t find her words so said nothing. Letting go of her, AJ peeled himself away from her let out a little chuckle at the sight of her bent over, unsure of how to move with his cum all over her back.

“You just couldn’t wait could ya’ Missy.”


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The Way You Swell, Slow

Summary: Adam realizes that Belle is very infatuated with his mouth, and proceeds to use this new, delicious information to his advantage. (WC: 2,978 words)

A/N: The title is a line from the song Faster by Matt Nathanson. A fantastic song worth giving a listen to. You can also read this fic on AO3.

Warnings: SMUT AHEAD!


Adam is almost embarrassed by how long it takes for him to notice.

Really, it should have been quite obvious, considering how often he found Belle’s mouth on his. Not even simply kissing, for frequently she would tangle her fingers in the lapels of his jacket in a persistent grip, pulling him down to her so she could merely brush their lips together in a teasing whisper.

Minx, he would murmur, and she would laugh a breathy laugh, so that her sweet warm breath could ghost over his face, bringing him to the brink of anticipation before releasing him.

It was also evident in their exchanges, the way her gaze sometimes drew south while he was engaging her, soft brown irises consumed by dilating pupils as they lingered on his mouth, her side of the conversation becoming significantly less quick-witted as her fair cheeks flushed a delectable shade of red.

But it was last night that it struck Adam, when she laid atop him unclothed with her chin perched on his sweat slick, still heaving chest, tracing a gentle finger over his swollen lips. She never gave, continuing her ministrations even after the rise and fall of Adam’s chest leveled out, long quiet minutes passing as her careful eyes followed the endless drag of her finger over his full, flushed, inviting lips. That was when Adam realized how transfixed Belle was by his mouth.

And oh, the fun he had with that.

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“Why did you think that was a good idea?”

Took me awhile to think of an idea for this prompt. Some Moriel thrown in, as well. But mostly domestic Feysand.

Requested by: @latenightoverthinker


Feyre knew Rhys was smart. Hell, he was probably the most intelligent person she’d ever met.

Sometimes.

“Why did you think that was a good idea?” Feyre found herself hissing the words out, trying to keep Mor from overhearing her.

“I’m not sure ‘good’ is what I was going for.” Rhys actually sounded unsure. She couldn’t believe this.

“You sent Keir an invitation to Mor and Az’s wedding.” Feyre sighed. “It may ruin the entire day for Mor. Well, unless Az kills him on the spot. Then it could go either way.”

“He won’t come.” His voice had taken a turn, his words edged with sadness.

“Then why send it?” Feyre asked, gently this time.

“I don’t know!” Rhys shouted the words, eyes glistening. “I just…I want him to know that despite his best efforts, Mor is going to be happy. Loved and cared for and treated as an equal instead of an ornament.”

Rhys slid down the wall until he was sitting, darkness just barely seeping out of him. His head hung in his hands.

“She asked me to save her. All I could do was postpone the wedding.” Rhys’ shoulders shook. Feyre knelt by him to pull his hands away. Tears fell down his cheeks. Feyre leaned forward to kiss them away. Rhys smiled, ever so slightly, and pulled her into his lap. He buried his head in her shoulder and she stroked his hair, waiting for him to continue.

“She took matters into her own hands, but you know that. I was furious because I knew what would happen to her. But I couldn’t take it out on Mor, not before what she was about to endure. So I fought Cassian. He knew, barely fought back. I think he wanted to hurt.” Rhys took a shaky breath. “When Az found her, I couldn’t see her past his shadows. She was barely breathing, Feyre. I thought she was already dead. I wanted to purge the Court of Nightmares, I nearly did. Az stopped me, told me it was Mor’s fight. And he was right.”

“Rhys…” Feyre began, but he continued.

“So I gave her the power to end them all. Well, she’s always been powerful. But I wanted everyone in that damned court to know that the Morrigan held their fates in her hands. She still wasn’t as happy as I knew she could be. I noticed Az loved her. And I noticed More loved him. Immortals are stubborn, comes with having all the time in the world I suppose. And I think…I think the memory of what happened the last time she was with an Illyrian stayed in her mind. Mor felt like she couldn’t be with the man she loves, her mate, because of her Cauldron damned father and brothers.”

“So you invited Keir to show him he truly has no power over Mor anymore?” Rhys nodded against her shoulder.

“Am I horrible for doing so?” His grip tightened ever so slightly. “I should let Mor handle all of it.”

Feyre pulled him away from her shoulder to look into his eyes. Violet glistening with tears. She kissed him, soft and sweet and slow. She wrapped her arms around his neck loosely. Rhys’ arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. She pulled away to rest her forehead on his, their noses barely touching so she could look him in the eye. Feyre brought a hand up to stroke his cheek.

“It may not have been the best move. But I don’t think Mor would be upset with you for it. In fact, she may love that her happiness has been rubbed in Keir’s face.” Rhys let out a chuckle and Feyre smiled at him, the smile that he was responsible for bringing back.

“Well I will agree this wasn’t my best idea.” He smirked. “But you still think I’m the smartest male alive, right?”

Feyre smiled softly, running her fingers through his hair. “You’re so pretty.”

Rhysand’s laughter filled the halls.

In the end, Mor sent over a dozen invitations to her father. “They seem to be getting lost in the mail.” She’d say, with a wink. Azriel also made sure that Keir, involuntarily, paid for the wedding. “I thought he’d appreciate the tradition.”

Shockingly, he didn’t attend.

Niall Horan Imagine ❀

Originally posted by tummyrolls

❀Requested:Yes

❀Song(s):Shape of You by Ed Sheeran, Versace On The Floor by Bruno Mars, Do You Like It by Victoria Monet 

❀Warning(s): Mention of sex 

❀Summary: Niall and Jessica have been friends for a long as he can remember. He’d fallen for her and one day finally took the chance in asking her out on a date. It wasn’t long before the pair was found on his bed with limbs tangled and nothing but love and passion floating through the air. 

Simple. 

That was the one thing that came to mind when he had finally asked Jessica out on a date. He knew her like the back of his hand, he watched from the sidelines as guy after guy broke her. He had the upper hand knowing the do’s and don’ts. He’d double checked everything making sure everything was perfect down to the seasoning he’d used to prepare the food for them. He was going all out but still keeping it nice and simple.

She couldn’t help but smile as he opened the door to his car for her. She’d dressed simple, like he had asked her to do. Black leggings paired with a denim shirt and a nude lace cardigan. Her hair was left down straight without a curl inside. She looked beautiful and he was finding it rather hard to not stare. Placing his hand on her thigh she smiled softly as a blush crept it’s way up onto her cheek. 

She bit her lip as it raised higher and higher the closer and closer they got to his house. She quickly took a hold of his hands, as his cheeks flushed with color. He didn’t know what had come over him but he couldn’t help but wonder how she’d look beneath him. Her dark hair spread on his pillow as her chest heaved in pleasure. 

“You ready?” 

She blushed getting the double meaning of his words, but yet she let her mind wonder to what it’ll feel like to have his hands roam her body, feeling his skin against her’s as he brought her to a state of bliss no other has been able to take her. Sure these thoughts grower stronger, as he his hands slide down her upper arm to hold her hand as he lead them to his backyard. 

Sh gasped slightly at the beautifully set up table. Ever inch was covered with all her favorite foods, from things she hadn’t eaten in years to the snacks she always makes sure she has at home. “This is perfect Niall…” She whispered as she turned to face him. 

His hands rested on her waist as he smiled once her arms reached his neck. Smiling he pulled her closed resting his forehead on hers. Her sweets smell took over his sense as she smiled up at him. It didn’t take long before his smile faded softly and leaned closer and closer. 

“Is this okay?” He breathed as she nodded her head. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips brushed up against her’s. 

It wasn’t long before the food was simply forgotten, and they found themselves in Niall’s bedroom. He pulled away slightly cheeks flushed as he took in her appearance. “Are you sure?” He breathed as she nodded her head giving him the permission he needed. 

It wasn’t long till they were a heaping and moaning mess. Her skin felt like fire as his lips traced each part of her body. Her hands Gripped him tightly as he brought her to her release. His eyes screwed shut as her mouth placed sweet kisses along his shoulders and neck as he worked them both. 

Smiling as she rested her head on his chest he sighed, never did he expect for the girl he’d fancied would feel the slight bit of attraction towards him. Smiling as she traced shapes on his chest making him glow with happiness. “Can’t believe that happened..” She stated as he chuckled and brought her closer. 

“Can’t believe ya like me back petal..” 

“How can I not..” 

“Cause you’re too perfect..” 

That First Night

Characters: OC/Reader x Dean Ambrose

Summary: OC and Dean are into each other and finally get talking on Seth’s Birthday. Flirting and Cuteness as they return back to her room.

This is based on a dream I had about Dean Ambrose last night. While not as smutty as the last few things I’ve written (still not over my AJ fic, I even started a part 2) I thought I’d write it down as I’ve been on a Ambrose hype for the past few days and I’d like to remember it.

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