touch me over here~~kiss me over there~~~

Things Harry Styles Does In Bed (smut/ish)
  1. “Wakes you up with neck kisses while he murmurs “Wake up baby, c’mon baby, there you go” as his hands travel straight to your breasts and squeezes gently till you’re more awake
  2. Drags his fingers gently over your whole body until you’re completely covered in goose bumps 
  3. Absolutely loves how shy you get when his mouth gets filthy when you’re least expecting it. “Put the book down love, I wanna eat that sweet pussy for breakfast”. You’d go red. And he’d love it. 
  4. Will lie on his side next to you while you’re on your stomach watching Netflix, and his hands will randomly start massaging your thighs. “Harry” you’d warn. “Mmm” is all he’d mumble with a small smile. “I need to get through one episode of FRIENDS with out us having sex before the episode’s up, it’s 20 minutes” you would tell him. “That’s too long darling” he’d whine. “Think of how many times I could make you scream with 20 minutes” 
  5. “With me you always come twice, at least twice” 
  6. Was so gentle and loving the first time you slept together. Constantly asked if you were okay. Refused to fuck you until you came. 
  7. Was so completely on board with your praise kink. “Baby, you’re always so good for me. My good girl” 
  8. Spanks you whenever you do something he doesn’t like. Like the one time you smiled and laughed at that idiot’s joke at your office party, because the idiot was your boss. “Count them for me baby, 6 more left” he’d say soothing the sting before his hand would come down again.
  9. Would demand that you open your legs for him after he’s teased you all day long, knowing how wet you’d be for him. 
  10. “This? It belongs to me” he’d growl, stroking up and down your heat before plunging his fingers into you. 
  11. So. Much. Over-stimulation.
  12. Speaking of over stimulation, would just drag you back to your place when you’d move away, far too sensitive. You’d be whimpering and begging him to stop, but he’d keep on going. 
  13. “Now baby, since you were naughty and didn’t ask permission to come, you get two options. Shall I edge you till you beg me to let you come or make you come until you’re begging me to stop?”
  14. Pins your hands over your head when you’ve misbehaved, but he doesn’t have it in him to spank you or to deny you an orgasm. He knows how much you love to touch him during sex. 
  15.  “Don’t you dare hide your face, I wanna see you when you come” 
  16. Wouldn’t let you out of bed post sex. “Oh no, you’re staying right here baby” he’d growl playfully. “Harry” you’d giggle “I need to do things today”. “Yes. you need to do me, over and over again” 
  17. Cuddles because he was rough with you the night before. 
  18. He’s big on aftercare, let’s be serious, he’s a sweetheart. 
  19. Would kiss every inch of your body while you came down from however many orgasms he’d fucked into you that night. 
  20. “God, you ride me so good. So good f’me” he’d groan whenever you were on top
  21. Made you come 6 times in one night. The 6th was the best. He’d whipped out a curvy toy, astounding you, pushed the toy into your overly sensitive core and sucked on your clit until you were screaming. And that, was how you experienced your first ever squirt. 
  22. Worshiped you on the occasions where you surprised him in lingerie. “Get over here, your boyfriend’s got some work to do” 
  23. Would always be trying new positions with you. 
  24. The one time you faked an orgasm because you were both tipsy and you knew it wasn’t gonna happen, he got so upset until you told him he was the best you’d ever had. He made up for it. All. Damn. Night. 
  25. “Did I ever tell you I really, really like having sex with you?” 
NCT As Boyfriends

Anon requested:  Hi I hope this isn’t too much to ask for but can you guys do nct as your boyfriend? Thank you!

Genre: Fluff & SMut

Author: admin Karma

A/N: Hey, i’m sorry you had to wait so long
These are all members besided the minors and Lucas & Jungwoo since I don’t know much about them yet……… Also since it’s 10 members this is a long one….

Reminder! This is completely how I see them as boyfriends and it’s probably very inaccurate as I am not that good at reading people but i’ll do my best!! (this is for all genders) and since this is a smut acc, I will add some 16+ content to it ;)

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 10: Los Angeles (End)

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 9 

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 5226 I’m excessively wordy. Deal with it.

Author’s Note: Here we go! This is the last part! It is longer than it probably needs to be, and there are some parts I don’t love, but hopefully you like it. :)

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

Laying on the couch in that massive hotel suite with her stretched and exhausted body half on top of mine, all I can think about is how warm and soft she feels like this. I can feel everywhere that our skin meets like I’m glued to her smooth warmth, her cheek pressed flat against my chest, eyes closed, her fingertips lightly tracing over my neck and shoulders, occasionally sending a shiver running across my entire body. I don’t want to move or think, I just want it to be quiet like this, swirling lazy circles over her back like this. This is how it should have been days ago, this is how close I want her all the time.

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Yes Sir Part 2

Yes Sir by evansrogerskitten

Part Two: You’re Mine 

Professor John Winchester x Reader

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Reader’s affair with Professor John Winchester develops. Emotions run hot and so does the smut.

A/N: This is for @roxy-davenport‘s Birthday Challenge. Happy Birthday dahling! My prompts: Jealous sex. Horror movie: Psycho. Quote: “You heard me. Take. It. Off. Now. ” This is also for @mrs-squirrel-chester‘s Album Fanfiction Challenge- “Lonely Star“ by the Weekend. Prompts and lyrics are bolded. Gifs aren’t mine. WC: 4977 | On AO3 

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit, Smut, Oral sex, Anal play, minor breathplay, language, alcohol, so much dirty talk, unprotected sex, fluff- so basically, my usual. Enjoy! xoxo

“C’mon, go out with us on Friday.”

“Yeah, we’re gonna hit up a friend’s birthday party and then the bars. Get in a little trouble maybe?”

I giggled at my two male classmates who were lounging on desks across from me. They were flirting, coaxing me to go out with them that weekend. I flirted back, smiling even though I knew I probably wouldn’t go. I’d known them all year and they were both cute. And a girl has to have a little fun, right?

Problem was I didn’t really want to go out with them. I already belonged to someone else.

I was having an affair with my college professor. Might call it foolish, perhaps even illegal. But the only trouble I wanted to get into was with Professor Winchester.

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Cassian x Reader, Part 1

Title: Whatever It Takes / AO3 
Part 2: tumblr
Part 3: tumblr
Length: 7.5k
Series rating: M for language and sexual content (contains some torture)
Summary: Reader and Cassian have kept their relationship a secret but when Reader is captured and tortured by the Empire, it’s obvious to all of Yavin 4 that Cassian will stop at nothing to get her back.
Author’s Note: A lovely anon requested this incredible idea and I immediately fell head over heels in love with it. Starts out pretty angsty but there will be fluff to make everything better, promise. :) Happy reading!! XOXO
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Frost (Chapter Eleven)

NSFW! Holla! But lots of feels and maybe the tiniest bit of like a teaspoon of angst when Loki gets insecure. Otherwise, holla for NSFW!
Can’t wait to hear what you guys think!


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“God damn there’s a lot of you.” Tony teased as he ran his hands up Loki’s chest, waiting impatiently for him to shed his long jacket and step out of his boots.

“Yes, well wouldn’t you be disappointed if there wasn’t?” Loki said mildly and Tony outright laughed at him, dragging him down for a kiss as they each tried to undress the other, hands wandering to every patch of skin they could reach. There was only a few candles lit in the room and even though Tony was frustrated at not being able to see more, he knew Loki was more comfortable this way, where it wouldn’t be as obvious if his skin changed.

“Isn’t there magic for this?” Tony complained, laying his necklace carefully on the table, and working at the ties of his own pants. “You can teleport us but you can’t whisk our clothes away?”

“Are you this impatient with Thor?” Loki was slipping his own shirt up and over his shoulder, and grabbed Tony, yanking him against his body, grinning at the soft moan the mortal gave.

“Thor has mastered getting undressed in less than a minute.” Tony retorted. “We are never wasting time with this sort of thing.”

Loki raised an eyebrow. “Well then.”

A lazy wave of his hand and Tony shrieked when they were suddenly naked together, completely unprepared for so much of Loki to be pressing against him.

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He couldn’t help but smile when he shuffled in through the door and saw you curled up in a ball on your sofa under his jacket, the collar pulled up under your nose. He sat at your feet and watched you for a moment before he put his hand on your ankle. You jerked up, pulling the pistol from under your pillow and placing it right on his temple just like he’d taught you to do. At first, you were apprehensive to say the least but you knew it would give him comfort if you knew how to handle a weapon (and you had to a couple of times) but every time you touched the thing you went practically into shock.  

Calmly, he wrapped his hands around your wrists. “It’s me, baby… Here.” he whispered, peeling your fingers away from the handle. 

“Shit…” you sighed, finally able to move. You leaned over, letting your legs fall off the couch, leaning over and running your fingers through your hair. “I’m sorry, Frank.” 

“It’s okay, you did exactly what I taught you.” he patted your back. “Good.” he kissed your head before pulling you up off the couch. “I need you to stitch me up.” 

“Okay, go sit at the table, I’ll get the med supplies.” you stood on your toes to reach his forehead, pressing a soft kiss on one of the few spots that wasn’t bruised. 

He obeyed quietly, taking a seat at your kitchen table, waiting patiently for you to come back. You sat in the chair next to him, pulling it as close as you could get to him before ordering off his shirt. You cleaned all the wounds you could see before you started to stitch them up, apologizing every time he winced, which was a lot. 

“It’s alright, baby, thank you.” he said softly when you finished up, apologizing for the last time. 

“I wish you’d be more careful.” you may as well have been talking to a brick wall. You went to put away all the gauze and alcohol and needles, placing everything where it as meant to be before sliding into bed next to him. 

“Thank you for taking care of me, sweetheart. I’m sorry I put you through this all the time.” 

“It’s alright. It’s part of you and I love you, Frank. All of you.” 

“I love you too.” he told you and he meant it more than anything he’d ever said. he led his head fall onto yours, kissing you before you fell asleep. 

Arrangement (AU)

Originally posted by newton-scarmander

Summary: It is custom for rival families in Riverdale to have their youngest take each others hand in marriage, in order to settle generational dispute. But the man to marry was just killed, so who next?

A/N: I love this request so much, thank you anon!

Pairing: Cheryl x fem!reader

Warning: mention of murder, lil bit of swearing

The Blossom’s versus the (Y/L/N)’s was a long running feud that had gone on for too many generations. Both families were leading the town businesses, but neither one could destroy the hatred. It came from the maple factories, and how their trees were on my family’s many acres of land. The town had been fed up with our constant bickering by forcing us to go back into our roots. The marriage custom was one that mended broken ends quite shittily, if you ask me. It’s like filling the Grand Canyon with superglue. You think it’s filled, but in reality, you just made the contrast of glue and Earth more evident. 

My hand was suppose to fit with Jason Blossom’s. Ours fit in a mish-mashed pile of gunk. His were always clammy, cold, and limp, like lettuce. I never really saw him as a man at all. He was a coward, yet for some unknown reason to me, a town legend. Allstar, if you prefer. But then he got murdered. I felt bad, maybe he could’ve shaped up. I could’ve made him the actual panty-dropper that the Vixen’s thought of him as.

My family was on the left side, front row of the funeral. We were murmuring about what the wedding would come to. Then, she walked in. Red hair flowing beautifully down her back like waterfalls. The white dress was undoubtable the one she was found in, which immediately toppled over the courageousness of Jason by ten. I felt a sense of pride seeing her walk towards the casket, in a morbid way.

After her speech, both families were brought into a separate room. The silence was deafening as we waiting for Jason’s mother to come back. She brought Jason’s sister in, too.

“Okay, (Y/N), this is Cheryl. You two are the ones getting engaged, and it’s for the town’s good.” 

Her mother and father nodded their heads and walked out of the room. In a fury of rage, my parents left after them, leaving Cheryl and I alone. We stared at each other, and my heart was making scary thuds against my chest. She was snow white with a gorgeous red lip. She definitely had spunk, maybe this marriage could work out afterall.

“Okay, let’s get one thing straight: I am not. But, that doesn’t mean I like you. I will give you a chance to win my heart, and if it doesn’t work before the marriage, then I say no. It’s up to you whether or not I love you.”

She flipped me a devilish grin and turned on her heel, walking out of the room. 

For weeks, Cheryl played my heart like a harp. Her fingers working in between my ribs, and it hurt in the best ways. At first, I would just try to talk to her, figure her out. But after the failed attempts, I went for the romantics. Flowers, makeup, chocolates, even a mani-pedi. Yet, she gives me half-assed answers. Cheryl will even give in sometimes, dragging me along slowly. Sometimes, to work me up, she’ll hold my hand and run her damn thumb over my knuckles. She’ll place her hand on my thigh and just keep it there. She’ll ghost kisses over my cheek, then walk away without even touching my skin.

My patience was worn to the extreme thinness, and then the marriage date was here. I stood at the front of the altar, waiting for her to walk down. As the music played, Cheryl opened the doors and walked through, her white gown blowing against the invisible breeze. Her beauty was timeless, and she had this look on her face, like the one where you’re playing poker and you have a bad hand, but wanna act cocky to get the competitors nervous. Which worked, because when it was time for the ‘I do’s’, I almost didn’t say anything.

“I do.”

The priest looked over the Cheryl, for the response. She looked me in the eyes, gave me a smirk, and looked to the man.

“I do.”

He looked surprised, as did I. I felt like somebody dumped the cold Sweetwater’s frozen glacier water down my spine. I didn’t hear what the priest said, but everyone clapped as Cheryl grabbed my face and brought her lips to mine, finally kissing after ages of waiting. Pulling away slightly, she leaned into my ear.

“I love dragging you along. Thanks for having patience. But you really did take my heart. Hopefully I have yours too.”

She pulled away, a childish smile on her face. I grabbed her hand and ran out of the altar, us both laughing like kids.

anonymous asked:

hey a suga scenario where you are the sweet innocent girl and he's the school bad boy, and one day you are like on the roof of the school chilling and suga comes up and he thinks you're really pretty and then he takes you to the janitors closet where you give him a bj

Sure love~^^

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You sit at the top of the roof of your current school building sighing as you look out over the city. You can see a few stores from up there a few pedestrians walking the street so you poke your tongue out at them thinking they got it easy.

Today was a hard day for you. It started this morning when you woke up late and cranky. To make matters worse you couldn’t find your school uniform so you had to rush into a nearby store and buy a whole new one. Only problem was the skirt was way to short stopping a few inches below your ass. And your shirt was to tight making your breast pop out.

That would have been fine if you were just a regular girl. But your not. Your a sweet geek. Top student of your class. Everyone comes to you asking for the homework which you always give to them after you sigh in frustration because they threaten you. A few guys tugged on your skirt saying if you didn’t give up the homework they’d flip it.

But then you had a few good moments today. Being teachers pet has its perks. Like getting to leave class early. And since you are known for being really sweet and respective your school outfit was free. And your lateness was over looked by your teachers.

You play in the strands of your hair humming a song trying to calm down from a previous argument with another smart girl. But you wouldn’t be able to dwell on that to long. You hear the door swing open to the roof but you didn’t turn around. You continue to look out over the horizons.

Suga see’s you. He watches you from afar licking his lips at the sight of you. The way your legs are curved and outlined in that tight short skirt. Those heels that hug your feet making them look very attractive. The way your shirt clings to your body as if any breath would make the buttons pop off. The way your hair is flowing down your back in the soft breeze. He takes note of the side of your face. Cute little jaw structure kissable nose. And then his eyes lands on your lips. Those plump pink lips that he always pays attention to every time you walk by him.

He sucks in breath thinking what those lips could do to him. He’s had a rough day today getting into three fights almost getting kicked out. Someone ran over his homework that he dropped getting him detention today and he has to work at the same time. He groans as he feels his dick jump in his pants. He palms himself thinking he has to get you before you slip away.

“Come here often?” Suga asks approaching you. You jump looking up at him seeing a smirk on his face and you blush softly taking in his outfit. A untucked white shirt with the red tie hanging loosely around his neck. Baggy pants that sag off his waist with a chain and nice white Jordan’s on his feet. You look back up to his eyes looking off as you feel your cheeks tint.

“N-not really.” You say softly hating how easy you melt whenever he is close. It’s no secret you’ve found him attractive. But your polar opposites and his reputation with girls aren’t really all that good. Hanging with him would send the wrong impressions but he has never given you the time nor day.

“Oh so you just needed to enjoy a breeze?” He questions sitting down beside you, so close that you can feel his body heat pressing up against your arm making you shiver.

“Something like that. Rough day.” You say with a pout and Suga just wants to pounce on you but he knows it would be weird. He has to hold his composure.

“Yeah same here. What happened to you?” He asks staring at you with interest and you shake your head.

“It’s a long boring story.” You say with a sigh and he laughs taking out a cigarette lighting it up.

“I’ve got time baby.” He says sending you a wink.

“I’m Suga, you are?” He asks already knowing your name but why not play it out .

“It’s —.” And with that you begin your story.

You recall everything that happened to you that morning to Suga. You don’t know why you confide in him but you barely had friends and the one’s you did have were in class being good prestigious students like you should be doing. When you get done you sigh ruffling your hair and he softly knocks shoulders with you.

“That’s a fairy tale compared to my day.” He says.

“Oh really? Indulge me then.” You say cocking an eyebrow at him and he licks his lips.

He tells you the story of what happened to him and the whole time your eyes drift from his eyes to his lips to his hair. You don’t know what’s happening to you but you know you want him. If you could just lean in.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” Suga says with a smirk placed on his sinful lips.

“I..” You trail off not sure what to say as you stare at him.

Suddenly the space seems much to crowded and your to hot too fast. And before you know it Suga is leaning in pressing his lips to yours in a rough kiss. He wraps one arm around your waist as your lips mold with his, kisses being placed on both lips over and over. You feel a moan wanting to bubble up from how soft his lips are. The biter taste of the cigarette lingers on your tongue when he presses his tongue against yours but you could care less as he pulls you closer.

“Not here.” He rasps breaking the kiss much to your disliking. He smirks biting your bottom lip.

“I know a way you can help me relieve stress.” He says rubbing a hand up and down your left thigh.

“H-how?” You ask him your skin heating from his touch.

“Blow me.” He says and your eyes open wide.

Your cheeks heat up as you push him from you standing up. Suga looks at you with a confused face. He was sure he had you. So what went wrong? He stands up looking at you as you brace your hands on your hips.

“I’m sorry I’m not that kind of girl.” You say and he scoffs looking off.

“Oh so your not the kind of girl to get on your knees but you can kiss people you just met?” He asks you becoming frustrated. He knows a way to get you. Call your bluff.

“I-I. You started it.” You say trying to defend yourself.

“Yeah and you were more then willing to finish it. Look whatever I got to go my mistake for thinking you could help me.” He says walking off back to the school building. You debate on whether you should let him go or not. But you don’t have anything else to do. You might as well have fun for once. And it’s with him. It’s a win-win thing.

“Wait.” You say running after him before he can get in the building. Suga turns around to look at you and you look down as your fingers hold onto his wrist.

“I’ll do it.” You say looking up at him. Suga smirks before he nods his head intertwining your fingers as he pulls you into the building.

You guys end up going to some janitor’s closet and he shuts the door behind you both. He turns on a dim light thinking it’s just his luck when he finds a chair pressed against the wall. He picks it up pressing it in the center of the small closet looking at you.

“Come here often?” You tease him pulling a smile and a laugh from him.

“You do a good job and you’ll be cumming here often.” He says with a wink making your knee’s buckle.
Suga sighs seeing how tense you are. He knows you don’t do this often. One of the reasons he likes you more. He decides to give you motivation. He takes his hand and rubs himself through his pants a soft moan leaving his lips. He digs the heel of his hand down into his crotch bucking up as he stares at you a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

Before you know it your walking to him slowly your eyes eating his body up. Suga can just cum at the sight of you looking at him like that as you approach him slowly. The way you watch him unnerves him makes him nervous. He isn’t like that with people. He likes it.

You slide his legs open once you get in front of him and you get on your knees swatting his hand away as you reach yours up his pants. You trial them over his bulge making sure to press down on it when you pass it eliciting a moan from his lips. You unzip his belt slowly as you watch him watch you. Your hands undoing his button. You lean up on your knee’s dragging his zipper down with your teeth.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” He moans watching you. You smirk inwardly thinking all the porn paid off after all.

You pull his pants and boxers down together enough to free him. Suga’s dick pops out and he moans as the cold hair hits his length, his cock laying against his clothed stomach looking angry and red. Your mouth waters at how big he is and all you want to do is have him buried in your throat.

You grab his cock with your hands gripping him tightly as you fist his shaft up and down slowly watching him. Suga moans bucking his hips up wondering how the hell are you so good? But it’s always the smart shy ones that are the freakiest.

You see precum oozing from the tip so you swipe your thumb across it wetting his tip before you press your nail in his slit and he groans shivering. You hoover your mouth over his cock darting your tongue out to lick at his slit. Suga pushes his bottom lip between his teeth biting hard on it as you start to lick from the tip to base. You trace your tongue over his lengthy thick cock sucking on different veins before you decide to stop teasing.

You slide your mouth slowly onto Suga’s cock stopping just below the head. You suck harshly at it watching as Suga bites down harder on his bottom lip, his breathing starting to pick up as his hands start to grip the chair. You suck harder swiping your tongue back against his slit as you lower your mouth more taking all of him into your mouth.

You feel yourself choke a bit as he hits the back of your throat and even then some of him still hangs out your mouth. You flatten your tongue against his flesh looking up at him as you pull your head back only to push your mouth back down slowly.

Suga’s mouth falls open as he watches you peer at him from under your lashes, his cock buried between your pretty lips. The way they wrap around him mixed with how warm and wet your mouth is, is slowly driving him mad.

He grabs the back of your head tangling his fingers into the hair at the base of your neck pulling you off of him just to push you back down faster. Moans start to spill from his lips as he controls your head and you open your mouth wider relaxing your jaw so you can pleasure him.

Suga starts to buck his hips up into your mouth trying to push down your throat because damn the sounds you make when he chokes you is just to good for him to want to stop. You bring your hands up playing with his balls sack and that results in him throwing his head back your name flying from his lips.

You graze your nails across his skin pressing them into his ball sack and you feel a shiver from the man under you as he fucks your mouth. You watch him intently as his thrusts gets faster his cock sliding in and out of your mouth at a fast pace. His head is thrown back. Eyes squeezed shut tightly as his breath becomes ragged and all he can manage to do is give short quick pants.

You start to flick your tongue against him every time he pulls your head up only to shove you down farther on his dick. Suga pushes your head all the way down until your forced to take his cock deep down your throat your nose nuzzling the pubic hairs at the base of his dick. You feel tears starting to pool in your eyes as you swallow around him your throat dry and burning from how stuffed it is.

Suga looks down at you many moans leaving his dry throat as he takes you in. Your hair plastered against your face from sweat. Your sweet innocent eyes looking up at him with tears running down them. Spit is sliding down your chin spilling past your stretched lips. He feels himself tensing up at the sight not wanting this to be the last time.

He pulls your head back starting to thrust harder into your mouth and all he feels his end coming. You can tell he is close when he starts to throb in your mouth repeatedly his veins swelling up under your tongue. You bare your teeth letting it graze over his skin and that’s all it takes.

“—!” Suga cries your name out as he releases his load into your mouth. It shoots down your throat and you thank god he tastes sweet. You lick up what you can eagerly some spilling out of your mouth and down your chin.

 After Suga empties himself into your mouth he pulls out his cock that falls limp. He sees you trying to lick the cum up and he moans willing himself not to get back hard. He leans down tilting your chin licking his own cum off before he crashes his lips back against yours. Your tongues slide along each other as you kiss with bruising force. You stand up while you both are still kissing and you grab his member making him jump a bit. You tug at his pants so he stands up helping you pull his pants and boxers back up. He pats his member as he breaks the kiss looking down at you. Your face rosy from what just happened, your lips looking bruised and chapped and he hopes you continue to look this way so people know your taken. He hears the bell ring and he sighs.

“You better get to class. You’ve had your fun. I have detention today but I want to come by and maybe hangout after?” He says taking his phone out of his back pocket. You smirk nodding your head as you put your number in his phone. Your not letting this opportunity pass you bye.

“Bye Suga.” You coe kissing his lips but pulling back before he can prolong it. You walk out the closet shutting the door and make your way to class, your panties soaked. But you know he will fix it later.

Suga walks out of the closet a few minutes later still seeing your figure walk down the hall. He bites his lips before he turns the opposite direction heading to his own class. Yeah he’s defiantly chilling with you tonight.

Brendan Gallagher - It's Baby Time

Team: Montreal Canadiens

Requested: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 774

Summary: You give birth to your son

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Time: a Niall Horan one shot

Hi everyone! It’s been quite some time! Anyway, here’s a quick Niall One Shot.

WARNING: SMUT, DIRTY TALK, CURSE WORDS lmao. Anyway, here you go


Six months. Two weeks.
That was the last time I seen him. I couldn’t help but keep track of the time passed. We had spent so much time together.
Three years. Six months. And 6 days.
that was the amount of time we spent together.
When I left I thought I would never have to see him again. That should have been easy.

Stay away from all the places he regularly visited. Delete and block him from social media. Don’t even look at the magazines in the shops. It was all to painful.
Locking eyes with him for the first time in three whole months and two weeks was like a burning hot rod was shoved down my throat. My stomach turned making me instantly nauseous, I swear my heart stopped beating. I was suffocating, my friend by my side, noticed me stop, I was frozen, my hands were the only thing to move and they trembled like an earthquake.

“Fuck.” My best friend spoke, her eyes taking in the sight, from him to me. “He wasn’t supposed to be here.” She said. I had no words, I couldn’t speak, afraid that if I opened my mouth, I would vomit.
I turned away quickly, I felt as if I was drowning, my heart race climbed high, my feet finally moved with haste, toward the first door I could find.
I climbed, even when my calves caught fire, I climbed. Fast as hell, my heart rate was already through the roof. And I crashed through a door, realizing I was on the roof of the luxurious event, I didn’t even want to be at.
I hadn’t realized I needed to breath and when I finally did, I let out a gasp so loud that I surprised myself. I breathed in and out heavily, loudly, quickly. I tried to stop myself from hyperventilating and I walked over to the edge of the building. My hands gripping the railing so tightly, I thought my knuckles would break.

It only took a few seconds for my eyes to glaze over, tears stinging my eyes immediately, hot the rushed down my cheeks.

I missed him.

I spent six months and two weeks convincing myself I didn’t. I didn’t need him or his beautiful blue eyes. I told myself, I didn’t need his small, yet strong arms to hold me. I told myself he was better off anyway.

“Lily.” His voice was all to familiar. It was one I heard almost all hours of the day. I knew when he was angry, just by the tone. I could tell when he was worried or sad or happy as hell, all with my eyes closed. His voice is the one that used to sing me to sleep when I was sad. His voice is the one when he went away for a week, would leave voicemails just so I could hear him speak.

It whispered in my ear, “I love you"s in the mornings, and “please stay” at night. The voice that would tell me “you’re beautiful” and I really, really felt it.
And six months ago it told me “I never want to talk to you again if you walk out those doors.” The night I left.
And hear was that low voice, laced with worry, saying my name, again.
“Lily.” He tried.

I was afraid to turn around, to look at him, really look at him, for the first time in six months, two weeks. I was afraid i had gone mad, that if I turned around he wouldn’t even be there.
I took a deep breath again, turning to see if my mind had lost it. Slowly I looked at him. He looked beautiful, as he always did.

His hair was now fully brown, the blonde he dyed it, had faded completely. His dark roots had taken over, and I had told him ages ago, that I would love to see his dark hair.
His azure blue eyes, the ones I could swim in for days, were behind thick framed black glasses. His pink lips were pressed into a hard line, closer to a frown. I wiped at my tears that were already staining my cheeks.

“Hello.” He said, shoving his hands into his pockets.

I knew he was nervous. The way his eyes caught mine but dived down my body instead, his hands shoved into his pockets his shoulders tended. He licked at his lips, his knee shook slightly.
I felt my lips slightly lift at the sides, without being able to control it. I wiped at my cheeks again.

“Hi, Niall” I managed in a shaky breath.
“H-how are ya? You-you look incredible.” He scrunched his eyebrows, frustration clearly splashed across his features.

“You do too, Niall.” I say. “Handsome as always.” I find my voice leading the conversation quicker than my mind could comprehend.
His lips raised at the sides.
“I miss hearing you say that to me. I miss ya sayin’ my name. ” He breathed out heavily as if he had been holding his breath. He ran his hand through his brown hair, tugging on it gently.

For a moment I hesitate, wondering if my next move was the right one.
I didn’t know what kind of reaction I would receive from him, after I said it. Terrified but not really expecting to lose anything from it, I find the words leaving my mouth.

“I miss you too.”

He looked down, and back up into my eyes, i barely noticed that he stepped closer, his hands reaching out gently, one on my shoulder the other softly cradling my face. My eyes involuntarily shut, the feeling of comfort washing over me, my face laid into the palm of his hand. My hand came up to his, my palm against his knuckles. I missed his hands.
They always sent fireworks through my skin, sending my brain into a spiral of memories.
His fingers would dance along my skin, in the frigid winter evenings, when we would lay intertwined in the blankets. They would run through my damp hair in the shower down my back, followed by kisses. His hands would grip me and pull me closer as we danced in a club or in bed when I was sad. His fingers would wipe tears from my eyes, and cup my face before his lips would collide with mine.

His forehead touched mine, and I shuttered.
“Let’s get out of here.. we have a lot to catch up on.” He said, quietly. I didn’t even hesitate to follow.

I figured Niall was staying in some big penthouse suite but when we pulled up to a smaller building just a few blocks away from where the party was being held. A luxury penthouse was not Niall.

The brick building had its own entranceway, hidden behind a tall gate that Niall had a plastic card to open it. A few fans waited close by and gave them a wave before he rushed me inside, his hand on the small of my back.

The place was still beautiful, and simple. First he led me to his kitchen. The black marble counters and beautiful lighting. We caught up on family. Friends. We laughed about memories, and I felt warm and fuzzy inside.

We settled in his living room, face to face. Niall put on some music, lit some candles and for hours, we caught up. We got nostalgic, we laughed. Really laughed. The kind that made your stomach right and your eyes tear up. The kind that made you forget the sadness that stirs inside of your chest when you know you messed something up.

Then a familiar tune hit me. Our song began playing. We both realized at the same time and Niall stood up, placing his hand out to me. I took it, letting him lift me to him. One hand in his, the other on his arm. His hand pulled me close to him by my waist as he hummed “Witchcraft” by Frank Sinatra in my ear.
We moved together like we had many times before. He spun me around, he dipped me and I rested my head against his shoulder. We slowed down, as the next song began playing. A familiar voice peaking through the speakers. “From The Dining Table” played quietly, and my eyes began clouding, it wasn’t long before tears spilled from my eyes.
I noticed we stopped moving, and Niall moved his hand from waist to the back of my head, where he ran his fingers through my dark hair.
“I love you.” His voice shook, and I knew he was crying too. It was relieving, another wash of warmth surged my body and I pulled away enough for my eyes to meet his. His blue eyes brimming with tears. “I love you so fuckin’ much. I miss you. Please come back to me.” Both of his hands cradled my head, his thumbs running over my cheeks his forehead touching mine.
“I’m here.” I say quietly, my heart had reached its peak, my hands shook slightly, they covered his. “And I love you.” As the words leave my mouth his lips curl into a grin. He looked relieved as he let out a sigh. Then his lips slowly drifted over mine. Anticipation was heavy as he let them linger over my waiting mouth.

He finally kissed me. Slowly. So slowly, his lips moved with mine. It was like he was savoring it. I knew I was. His hands moved from my face to around my back, as his and my lips moved together like a waltz. My hands combed through his soft brown hair, my arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer. I needed him closer to me.

His tongue dipped into my mouth, teasing at mine, his teeth raked over my bottom lip as he pulled away slowly. I let out a whimper, and he pulled me toward the couch with him. He pulled me onto his lap, our lips meeting back up again. He kissed me deeply, as if to make sure I was there, in his arms. He kissed down my chin and jaw, to my neck. It was over.

He rolled his hot tongue against my neck, his teeth sinking into my sensitive skin. I whimpered again, moaning as he repeated this on a different part of my neck. I was shaking, and my breath was uneven as he kissed down my chest. I found myself grinding against him, my body involuntarily wanted him, and so did I.

He pushed me back onto his couch, climbing over me, he only used his tongue to lick at my mouth, before his kisses fell back down my chest. His blue eyes, darker than before, looked up to mine.

“This dress looks to beautiful on you, I don’t want to take it off just yet.” He said, his voice was low, sexy. He pushed the dress up my thighs exposing the black lace fabric, barely covering me. He looked back up to me, as if to ask permission so I nod, running my own hand over the fabric, lifting my hips toward him. He grinned mischievously, before running his own hand over the fabric. I moaned as he did, his fingers followed his kissed down my thighs. His fingers pulled my underwear down my thighs and off my ankles. He unbuttoned his own shirt, tossing it off as he did, before his hands pushed my legs further apart.

His tongue pressed against my wet center, lapping from bottom to top, his tongue stopping at my clit, sucking at it. I gripped for the couch as he did this a few times before his full attention was on my clit. He sucked at me, and I moaned, not being able to control my hips pushing myself toward him, my hands gripping that brown hair. His hands rapped tightly around my eyes keeping my legs from shaking closed. His eyes met mine again as he lapped at my clit and watched as I shook with pleasure beneath him.
“Niall” I barely could manage his name as he continued licking and sucking. “I’m not going to last very much longer.” I whined.

“Cum for me.” He growled, one hand let go of my thigh, his fingers pushing into me with ease. “C'mon princess.” He growled against my clit, as his fingers moved in and out of me. I shook, as I clenched my eyes shut, and as he finished sucking at me, I cried out, loudly. my whole body went limp, as he finished pumping his fingers into me, my heart was racing as I tried to catch my breath.

“Fuck.” I breathed out.
“I missed the way you taste.” He smirked as he ran his fingers over my sensitive center. He held his hand toward me.
“Taste it, princess.” He grinned.
I opened my mouth as he pushed his fingers into my mouth, and I held his hand as I sucked my own cum off his fingertips. “I want to taste you now.” I say, sitting up, though my legs felt like jelly. Niall grabbed me by the crook of my neck to kiss me hard. He loved when we both got rough.

I pushed him back harshly, onto the couch opposite of me, this time I climbed onto him, my lips met at the curve of his neck and chest. I kissed from there down his perfect body, stopping at his waistband. He was already hard, and I unbuttoned his jeans before pulling them off, then his black boxer briefs. His hard cock sprung up, and without hesitation I put my lips around the tip. I slowly sucked, as he tilt his head back, his mouth falling open as I swallowed him down my throat.

I bobbed my head on him, before sucking off him, saliva already building in my mouth. I sucked on him again, before sucking him slowly into my mouth again, gagging as I pushed myself to take him all in. I looked up at him, and he watched intently as his teeth bit down on his bottom lip. “I missed that mouth.” He groaned, “fuck I missed that mouth.” I smiled as I continued to suck him out of my mouth, using my tongue to massage his shaft. He moaned a raspy moan as he looked down on me again.

I continued to suck him into my mouth until I gagged again. I loved that I could make Niall Horan weak in the knees. It turned me on, the way he let himself go. I loved watching his eyes fall shut, his brows kneaded together, his teeth taking over his bottom lip.

His deep, raspy moans, slipping past his perfect pink lips.

“Baby, if you keep goin’ I’m gonna finish. Come get on top of me.” He he groans and I oblige, climbing on top of him again, this time I slowly sink onto his hard cock. Our lips meet briefly as we both breath out heavily. His hands are pulling my dress off, tossing it off to the side before his hands ran the length of my torso as I slowly rolled my hips on him, each time with a gasp at the feeling of him inside me.

Niall was always perfect to me. From his inside to his features. I always felt comfortable with him, I didn’t care that I had some stretch marks, I didn’t care if my stomach wasn’t completely flat. He loved me anyway. The way he looked at me, made me feel invincible, and beautiful and it helped teach me how to love myself.

He sat up as I rode him, so our faces were inches apart, he kissed me sloppily, before biting into my shoulder. He gripped me closer as I grinded against him a little faster. I knew he was almost at his end, as he started stroking back toward me, and then he quickly pushed me back onto the couch.

Now he was stroking into me, faster and harder than before. He gripped my waist hard as he pounded, his moaning turning into growls as he did. I could barely gather myself, my hands gripping for his shoulders as he was coming to a climax.

I was too, and I felt myself let go, my eyes rolling back, my moan more of a scream, my legs and arms were like jelly as he finished.

His strokes got sloppy, and he moaned out loudly, as he tilted his head back, eyes squeezed shut, his jaw hung open. His brows foreword and then raised as slowly finished out the remaining strokes he had in him, before pulling out of me.

He lingered over top of me just for a few seconds as the two of us panted loudly, trying to catch out breaths and get ourselves collected. His lips were on mine for a moment before he rolled off me to the floor where he sat up, breathing in and out, his eyes not leaving mine.

“I missed you.” He said once again.
“I missed you.” I say back.
“Do ya, want to go upstairs with me. We can lay together in my bed. I don’t want you to leave… at least not yet.” He said quietly. I nod rapidly as he stands up, holding his hand out to me.

The two of us climbed into bed together for the first time in six months. I clung to him immediately, my face borrowing into the crook of his neck, his arms around me, his fingertips dancing on my bare skin. This is where I belonged.

This was my place. He was my person. We stayed like this for a while, neither of us saying any words.
We didn’t need to. Not now. We were both extremely content and happy, I could feel it radiating through the room.

“I don’t want you to go.” Niall’s voice was raspy and low, “I miss ya to much when you’re gone. I can’t sleep as well. Everything reminds me of you.”
“I won’t go.” I said. “Not again.” He moved slowly to tilt my chin up to him, our lips moving together slowly. My hand cupping the sides of his beautiful face.

“I love you.” I say quietly
“And I love you.” He replied. —–

Why Her? (Part 9)

Prompt: You’re in love with Chris Evans…but your best friend is dating him

Warning: language, adult content-ish? Jealousy, drama-rama

Word count: 1245

Note: This is for one of my bestest friends. I hope she enjoys it! @amarvelouswritings This will feature Sebastian Stan and OFC Lexi. This is a drabble/short chapter series. Beta’d by the perfect @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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Another week flew by and you continued to whisper a few things here and there to Sebastian to ensure he didn’t think of dating her any further and so far it seemed to work because Lex was still harping about it, which drove you insane. She had Chris but was bitching about Sebastian…Really?!

Sebastian was torn though. He really liked Lexi but the things you were mentioning every once in awhile really didn’t sit well with him. So he turned to another trusted source: Chris.

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- request:  Can you write for kian where you get jealous of him hanging out with the girls so you are more clingy than normal and he notices

- reader x kian lawley

- word count: 576 

Originally posted by cuddlemelawley

I rolled my eyes and watched as Kian and Jc messed around with some girls. Kian and I have been dating for about a year now and now that he’s becoming more wild I guess you could say, he’s being more reckless with who he hangs out with. I really didn’t even feel like barging in on them and pull Kian from the girls because I know he’ll get pissed and say it’s all for Youtube. I mean, the girls here are crazy beautiful and I’m just average. I mean, they have these gorgeous bodies and my body is just, there.

I sighed and walked into the kitchen grabbing my drink from the fridge. I walked back into the living room where everyone was hanging out and sat down beside Kian. 

“Hey baby.” He kissed my head which made me blush.

“Hey.” I mumbled tossing my legs across his lap. 

Kian and I made small talk but the girls for some reason kept trying to talk to Kian about how cute his hair was and it was really pissing me off. 

“Kian you should really style it like that more often.” The brunette girl said running her finger through his bangs.

“Okay!” I shouted pushing her hand off of his hair. “Kian is my boyfriend so please back off!” 

“Woah baby.” I looked back and Kian was laughing at me.

“What’s so funny Kian? Are you actually going to sit there and let them mess around with your hair in front of me? That’s pathetic!”

I stormed off and heard Kian laughing with some friends about me. I walked into our shared bedroom and slammed the door shut, tears starting to fall down my face.

“What a fucking dick head.” I mumbled running my fingers through my hair. 

“(y/n)?” I looked back and saw Kian giving me a light smile.

“What? Did they girls stop messing with you?” I huffed and crossed my arms.

He let a out a sigh sitting beside me. “Baby, you know it’s not like that. They just have their opinions but I’ve noticed here lately that when they’re around, you tend to be more…clingy.”

“Because Kian! You hang out with these fucking models every other night and I’m here with not even that type of body and you’re over here letting them touch you and constantly be around you knowing that i’m fucking insecure about them!” 

He ran his long fingers through his hair and stood up, gently pushing me back onto the bed. Kian started placing kisses all over my face. He began traveling down, pushing my shirt up and leaving kisses all over my stomach and chest, then proceeded down to my legs, pushing them open and leaving little kisses inside my thigh. 

“Kian.” I mumbled rubbing his face. 

He came back up and left a kiss on my forehead. 

“Baby, you’re the most wonderful girl in my life. I don’t want to lose you and end up with those girls. You’re smart, beautiful, creative, fucking sexy,” you let out a little laugh and gave him a peck on his lips, “and all in all, you’re my wonderful girlfriend. I wouldn’t trade you for the world.” 

I smiled and brought his face closer to mine bringing his lips on mine. Kian bit down on my bottom lip, pulling it back winking at me. I blushed and ran my fingers through his hair. He pulled back and left a kiss on my forehead.

“I love you baby.”

“I love you too.”

Kenny Omega - D = Dirty Secret

Characters: You x Kenny Omega

A/N: I’m writing a bunch of drabbles based off my Kenny Omega NSFW Alphabet (read the whole thing here)


“Hmmm” You twirled in front of the mirror in the new lingerie you were thinking of buying. Boobs looked pushed up, butt looked perky, “Not bad,” You told yourself, nodding in affirmation at your reflection in the changing room.

Your thoughts quickly turned to Kenny and what he might think about them. He literally didn’t care if you wore nice underwear or not, He always said it ended up on the floor anyway but regardless, you liked it and that’s all that matters.

You checked your watch to see what time it’d be in Japan. It was midday for you but you knew it would be early morning the next day for him. Stupid time zones. He’d probably be on the road already going to goodness knows where. He’d been working so hard recently he barely had a moment to focus on anything other than life in the ring.

Picking your phone out of your bag you clicked open the camera and posed for a picture. A selfie with lots of cleavage, showing off the pretty lace of the red bra, biting your thumb. You knew that pose always drove him wild. Clicking send you waited patiently for his reply, wondering if he’d reply at all.

Where are you?

You smile at his first message. Clearly, he was confused about where you were and why you were sending him underwear selfies. Deciding not to reply with text but send him another photo of yourself, this time a little more suggestive.

You tease.

Finally, you send him another one of your butt turned towards the mirror, he liked your ass a lot so it was the perfect picture to end on. The Brazilian cut showed off your curves perfectly, knowing that was the photo that was going to top things off.

Fuck. Now I’ve got to put my bag on my lap and can’t do anything about this for hours 😩 Later.

Attached was a quick snap of his crotch, you could tell he’d taken it quickly because it was a little bit blurry but the outline of his cock in his grey sweatpants couldn’t be missed. But the fact you had given him a hard on from halfway across the world made to bite your lip and your panties start to dampen.

For a second you considered showing him how turned on you were in the changing room. But you knew you were going to have to buy this underwear set anyway, so you figured you’d wait for more fun at home.


It felt like hours till you saw him calling popping up on your laptop. Tugging off the old t-shirt you had on to cover yourself up, You smoothed down your hair and pushed your boobs up and with one last look in the mirror and clicked on accept. It felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest how excited and turned on you were right now.


“Hey.” You smiled, giving him a little wave.

“You look… nice,” He growled, eyes darting all over the screen. You’d positioned yourself on your knees in front of the screen so he could get a good look at your whole body. “Have you been dressed like this all day?”

“Oh this. This is what I wear all the time at home when you’re not here.” You say nonchalantly, flicking your hair over your shoulder so he could get a better look at your boobs. “Honest.”

“I think you’re lying.” He scowled, loosening up his shoulders. Kenny hasn’t taken his eyes off you for a second. 

“Why do you care, I thought you didn’t like underwear?” You ask, twisting your body and admiring yourself on screen, you could barely shake the smug satisfied grin from your face.

“Hmm, I can still appreciate how good it looks on a body like yours.”

“That’s probably the first time you’ve ever wanted me to keep my clothes on, Omega!”

“Oh no darling, I prefer you without. How COULD you get me all excited when I was on the bus. I spent the whole ride thinking about all the things I wanted to do you.” He was speaking to you like he was cutting a promo. It half made you want to laugh but turned you on just the same. Real life Kenny was more similar to his character than he cared to admit. “So many things, Things I can’t do to you because you are not here.”

“Are you telling me off Omega? Hmm, I guess  I’ll just go…” You lean forward to close the lid of your laptop, you were never going to do it but you knew it would scare him.

“No. No. Wait.” You could see his brain working overtime to assess the situation so he would get what he wanted and as quickly as possible. Kenny was forever the over thinker. “If I was there what would you want me to do?” His voice softer this time, less forceful.

“Hmm…” You paused, running your hands down your sides and then cupped your breasts. “Surprised it took you so long to ask. Well, I’d want you to trail your lips up my thighs, kissing me here, here and here.” You ran your fingers over your thighs, pointing at parts of your thigh you were imagining him stopping at.. “Then I’d want you to touch me like this.”

Kenny let out a little moan as your fingers slipped into the waistband of your panties. “You’re so hot. Fuck, Why are you so far away."  You could see him running his hand over the bulge in his joggers, using his thumb to swipe over the tip.

"I’ve been so wet all day. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His eyes were focused on your hand moving underneath the thin material of your panties. You opened your eyes to look at him. Quickly your body had developed a light coating of sweat and your face was flushed, your hair was messed up framing your face. “I had to buy these panties because I was so turned on. I’d have felt bad for leaving them in the store…”

"Show me.” He breathed out, You took your hand out of your panties and bought your glistening fingers out and showing them to the camera. “Fuck. Look how wet you are for me. All over your fingers.” Kenny tugged at his sweatpants in one swift movement, exposing himself to you which just turned you on even more. The sight of his thick cut cock, damp with precum as his hand moved over it, twisting it lightly as it got to the pulsating head.

Little quivers radiating straight down the back of your spine as you hopelessly tried to squeeze yourself, desperately chasing the climax that you knew that you could so easily have. With one hand you reached down to hold onto the sheets, wrapping them into a fist, the other frantically moving to reach your release.

Kenny relished the way mouth made an O shape, and how you held your breath as each jolt shook your body. “Shit, you’re so beautiful when you cum.”  His teeth were gritted and his hand was moving so fast over his cock you could barely make it out on the screen. “I love knowing I can make you cum, even when I’m not there.” 

A Little Mistake Messenger

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8  Ch. 9 Ch. 10 Ch. 11

Summary:  MC has exciting news to tell Zen and the other RFA members. That is until the MC gets a shock from Zen. MC finds comfort in a close friend, Jumin Han.

Rating: M (language and adult themes)

Tags: Mystic Messenger, Jumin x MC, Zen x MC

Authors note: Guys I tried really really hard to make this at least 10 pages long due to some suggestions that my other chapters are short. I had to go back to Jumins route to find pieces that i could incorporate into this story. Expect Smut in the next chapter. It wont be 10 pages long of a post though sorry to disappoint. I actually wrote the Smut first and then work the plot around it, just didn’t fit in this chapter. I love you guys for patiently waiting and reading still you keep me going! 

“I want to be honest with my feelings for you. I had intentions on letting our relationship grow however I ant deny that there is a strong attraction to you. I cannot hold myself back any longer.”


I felt his hand on my chin and he pressed his lips firmly against mine. My mind went blank at his tender kiss. I wanted more. I needed more. But I also needed to breathe before I was consumed in his heat. I looked into Jumins eyes that were tenderly looking into my own. I don’t know how long we stood there just looking at each other. Sarah must have let herself out on her own. Jumins hand placed behind my head. My hands holding tightly onto his shirt. I let my guard down and allowed myself to initiate the kiss again and pressed myself into his warm and soft lips. His tongue tracing around my lip as if asking for permission from my lips.

He was the first to pull away his head resting on mine. “I have been wanting to kiss you for a long time now.” He smiled kissing my head as if I were a child. “Did you mean what you said earlier?”

“All of it.” He just held me tightly against his chest. “I have never felt this much before I met you.” He whispered into my ear and I smiled knowing that he was becoming more open with himself and allowing himself to feel. He pressed his lips against mine as if he was trying to consume the air in my lungs. My lips brushing against his over and over again.

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Request by Anonymous: “Hi! I loved “Cuddle Buddy”-would you be willing to write a part two to it?”

A/N: “CUDDLE BUDDY” has been a huge hit!  I’m so glad you guys liked it!  Hope you enjoy the sequel!

Bucky x reader

Word count: 711 (this one’s a bit short, but still just as sweet!)

Summary: (Y/N) is off on a mission, leaving Bucky alone in his cold, empty bed.

Warnings: mild angst, mentions of PTSD and panic attacks, but it all has a fluffy ending!


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Originally posted by gliceria

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I Dare You (A Jefferson Smut)

by @dontstopwiththelyin aka Becks

Summary: Plot? What plot? I thought you said porn…

Warnings: Daddy!kink, little bit of spanking, little bit of choking, orgasm denial, light bondage, dirty talk, oral (giving and receiving), squirting, language (BAHAHAHAHAHA If everything else doesn’t turn you away I don’t think language will but anyway…) I think that’s everything? IDK my brain is slightly malfunctioning from…editing…yeah…that’s why I read it again…

Originally posted by wellfuckyoutooworld

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