underwear on the floor

Writing is Hard, part 7: The Shower

Summary: Dean doesn’t appreciate the story you write about your first time.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Warning: Smut, awkward sex gone wrong (but it gets fixed!)

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO


It’s a little sweaty when you wake up. Dean’s on his stomach with his face turned away from you, snoring a tiny bit, his body sprawling over the king-sized bed and leaving you curled up in one tiny little corner.

He does look good, though. The sunlight can’t get through the curtains, but you left a lamp on, and the muscles of his back are all exposed in the dim light. You lean up to get a better view and appreciate him fully, and instantly groan. Your muscles hurt. Apparently, you’ve been curled up in knots all night, and you desperately need to stretch out.

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Mouth o’ Mine

Harry X Reader: Angst, smut

In which Harry’s no good with his words but he sure is good with his mouth.

Request? Yes:

some harry face sitting action maybe?

Author’s note: This is a continuation of “Mess o’ Mine.” I would suggest reading that first, if you haven’t already. I thought this was gonna be the end but then I fucked up so… there’s also a part 3. Hope you enjoy! I did!

Part 1: Mess o’ Mine // Part 3: Mind o’ Mine


You’ve been running through the events that have occurred, confused at the escalation and the outcome. No issues have been resolved, and there wasn’t really a conversation or discussion. You don’t know any more than you did when you heard Harry singing your poems. Has he used your writing in more songs on his album?  Has he read your whole journal? God, you hope not. One poem is bad enough.

Harry hasn’t been around, hasn’t tried calling for the two weeks since he showed up on your doorstep. You’ve flipped the channel whenever he shows up on your television and scrolled at record speed when he’s popped up on your social media feeds. Maybe you should feel relieved and cleansed of his toxicity, but you don’t. Instead, you feel a little broken, like your stomach is splintering into pieces, and your mind still feels split open. Not only that, but you can smell him, feel the weight of him on top of you, taste the foreign flavor of his mouth. This isn’t what you need.

A whole other wave of confusion has rolled over you in terms of your relationship with Harry, if there still is one. The two of you have crossed a line without any prior thought or contemplation. Years upon years of friendship have been threatened, and you’re not even sure how it happened. Why did he kiss you? How did the two of you end up in bed, naked between the sheets? If you were confused about it before, trying to figure things out has only worsened your introspection.

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Reggie x Reader: Strip Study

Warnings: mentions of sexual things
Requested: yes

*your POV*

Reggie Mantle, the big football star of Riverdale High might be great on the field, but he wasn’t so great on the academic papers. Reggie had a big chemistry exam on Wednesday and if he didn’t pass he would fail Chemistry for the semester, possibly ruining any scholarships he would ever get. I however, was somehow a chemistry scholar, and instead of snuggling and drinking milkshakes on a Saturday night, I was teaching Reggie “how to chemistry.”

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Hickeys

Fandom: Marvel’s Avengers

Summary: Y/N wakes up in her boyfriend’s arms and the day begins as it always does, sneaking out of his room, until Tony notices lovebites on shy, quiet Y/N’s neck.

Words: 2,300+

Paring/Characters: SteveRogersxReader, Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Bucky, Sam

Warning: Implied smutt, fluff

Author’s Note: I was rewatching Ultron and this trash sorta happened. And since I’ve been gone for a while, I’ll be posting some other new stuff this week too.


You lazily blinked your eyes, still swimming between sleep and wakefulness with Steve’s strong arms wrapped around you and his toned body pressed against your small form. He groaned quietly, clearly awake but not wanting to be as he held you tighter. You smiled, snuggling further into his chest, letting his warmth and his touch consume you fully.

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Don’t Flirt With Him

Word count: 2,241

Warning: smut, spanking, little bit of fluff

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Y/N has to flirt with the most horrible and sexist man ever to get info for a case and Dean isn’t too happy about it so he shows her who she really belongs to.

The sound of Dean’s alarm woke you up and you reluctantly opened your eyes to see Dean and Sam already up and getting ready.

“Do you know what I think I like most about the bunker? Normal sleeping patterns.” Sam laughed, agreeing with you as he brushed his teeth.

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New rule: unless you’re in palliative fucking care dying in a hospital alone you’re not allowed to have someone make you breakfast and serve it to you in bed. Especially not from your girlfriend. You’re not a baby, life’s not a womb, it’s horrible, get the fuck out of bed and sit at the table and face up to the crippling anxiety attack that is modern life. What, does she hold your little cock while you make toilet so you don’t get wee wee all over the floor? Wash you with a fucking rag ?? Have some self respect - god damn couples are disgusting. Fucking away in bed like pieces of shit trying to make some sort of child they have to keep alive. Slaving away in some dogshit job trying to save up for a house - stashing all that money away in a big ol’ treasure chest like some sort of fucking pirate ship man. 


Why do you even want a house anyway? Who cares? It’s not the fucking 90s - just go on the internet and just rent a house; it’s easy - stop trying to be like your parents. Owning a house is embarrassing anyway, what, you’re just going to buy some land hmm? Like some sort of colonial shit cunt from England? Got yourself a nice little block of land did ya?  Haven’t you done well for yourself? The dream is over, jesus christ, let it go. If this dueling home ownership thinkpiece-narrative between idealistic self obsessed cowardly fuckheads from Gen Y media and pink skinned fat faced racists from The Daily Telegraph doesn’t end soon i’m going to tie a belt around my neck and the doorknob and just go the full Hutchence.  You’re not special either you baby boomer cunt - if you had fully charged mobile phones with the internet and delivery cocaine and imported goats cheese and $9 milkshakes when you were younger instead of Chiko Rolls and whatever else it is you had; seesaws at the park, glasses of water, cheap cigarettes, free education, a will to live, all that nonsense, if you had what we have you wouldn’t own your precious fucking house, trust me.
You’d be living with me in a sharehouse watching Curb Your Enthusiasm on your laptop drinking tinnies on the floor in your underwear like the piece of shit you really are.

FP Jones/Andrews family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 7

Originally posted by c-sand

AN: Well… I hope you like this chapter. 

(Part One)(Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)(Part Five)(Part Six)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 2,940

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, some strong language, none really

“Come on.” FP held onto your hand as he led you into the trailer. 

You laughed at yourself as your feet began to fail you. FP sighed at you but couldn’t help the smile that made it’s way onto his face in defeat when you fell against the wall for support. 

“Here.” FP gave you a cup of water and you made your way to his bedroom. You unzipped your dress, dropping it to the floor then helped yourself to one of FP’s flannels to change into. 

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Won’t Let Go

Title: Won’t Let Go

Summary: When you return to the bunker with Sam, you realize how shaken Dean is after everything that has happened. All you want to do is comfort him but he ends up promising you something you never thought he would.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 1063

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of blood and death. Spoilers for the episode 12x22 “Who We Are”. Bit of fluff because let’s be real, we all need this.

Author’s Note: So. The two hour finale. It killed me. And episode 22? Also killed me. Jensen’s acting killed me. I’m just completely dead right now, okay? So, I had to write this because my Deanie Beanie deserves all the love and comfort in the world *clears throat* *pulls herself together*

Right. This is set right after the last scene of the episode, meaning right after that group hug the three Winchesters share. The gif used is not mine. You can find it here

Enjoy <3 


The steady sound of running water overwhelmed your senses as you bonked your head against the shower door, washing away worries and fears and that little voice in the back of your mind that told you it was impossible for you to be there, to be back in the bunker again, alive and safe and almost unscathed.

Breathing deeply, in and out, you wrapped yourself around a towel, and got out of the shower slowly, eyes already darting towards the fresh scars and wounds covering your skin.

You should be used to it by now, but the thought of dying, of leaving this world, even in a blaze of glory with Dean and Sam next to you, had scared you more than you’d like to admit.

In and out.

Running your fingers through your hair, you let the towel drop to the floor and reached for your underwear, then slipped into one of Dean’s flannels, mind drifting to him almost intuitively. You’d only seen him for a few moments after you and Sam had returned from your mission, but you could tell that, whatever he’d seen in that dream sequence inside Mary’s head had hurt him. Really hurt him, even though he’d never say that out loud.

And, God, you worried about him.

In and out.

Soon enough, you were in the room you shared with Dean, only to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, holding what you knew was a picture of himself and his mother in hand.

Your heart broke.

“Hi there.” You whispered, leaning against the doorframe.

He looked up then, green eyes lighting up just a bit as he registered your presence.

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Darling

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Pairings: Taehyung/Reader

Genre: Smut [NC17]

Word Count: 1,059

Warnings: Absolute fiLTH, oral, dirty talk

A/N: Holy fuck I’m sorry. I haven’t written smut in a while so please go easy on me :’) Enjoy~


    His hips roll into yours with purpose, letting his hand, that was not gripping your waist in a vice hold, roughly roam your body as he pleased. His mouth sloppily worked at your throat, sucking and nipping with such primal lust that you thought for sure you would burst right at that very moment.

    His lips reached the underside of your jaw and that’s where he stayed, bringing his hand to replace the previous sweet spot. His fingers curled around your throat and you felt the thin and utterly sinful smirk press against your ear. He lightly nips at your earlobe and you shudder as the goosebumps snake down your spine right to your core.

    His chuckle rings through the dark room, “You’re being such a good girl tonight… I’ve even considered rewarding you.” He says thoughtfully.

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{PART 13} I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut 

Summary; You willingly surrender yourself to Jungkook in his bed, and he surrenders himself to you in turn - speaking words he never thought would leave his Vampire soul.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

Please note: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature.

{Part 1} // {Part 12} {Part 13} {Part 14}

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Witches
  • Movies: *wearing snazzy clothing, maybe a cloak*
  • Me: *sitting cross-legged on the floor in my underwear and a facial mask probably*
  • Movies: *has beautiful grimoire that's been handed down through twelve generations*
  • Me: *has a messy pile of spells and info copied from the Internet*
  • Movies: *muttering Latin as they light their candles*
  • Me: *mumbling over a cigarette as I light my candles* do the magicks, lil fuckers.
Jealously With a Twist: Shameless Boys

Originally posted by sonorouslove

WARNING:CURSING!

A/N: NOT MY GIFS! Hope you gusy enjoy!

Phillip “Lip"Gallagher:  

You were scrubbing down the tables at Patsy as the dinner rush had finally ended and just as you’d got to your last table you felt someone slowly rub against your back "Oh sorry.” You heard Lip say softly causing you to roll your eyes. He always did little things like this to get your attention by you knew better than to fall into his little games. “Phillip, I will file you for sexual harassment.” You said laughing leaning against the table watching him clean the floor “Why? Don’t act like you don’t like my attention.” He said standing in front of you leaning on the mops handle winking at you “Yeah keep telling yourself that Gallagher.” You said walking away from him and into the back where Sierra was standing with her arms crossed and leg shaking, her relationship with Lip was no secret but you never were one for work gossip. “Can I help you Sierra?” You asked looking at her stance.

“Yeah. What the hell is with your flirting with Lip? He’s off limits.” She snapped at you, if only she knew you didn’t give a shit about anything she had to say “Look, Sierra, if he’s your man control him. I have no interest in him, so relax. Because you’re barking up the wrong tree, don’t forget your son still needs a mother who is in one piece.” You said bumping past her, you were now livid. You come to work to do just that, work not to be caught in a dysfunctional love triangle, you sighed changing out of your uniform just as you were ready to leave you heard Sierra and Lip auguring causing you to roll your eyes and sigh in defeat because if Sierra wasn’t ready to go none of us were “Fuck me man.” You said softly to yourself walking out to try and go home “Do you want her Lip?” You heard Sierra say “What the hell is your problem? We aren’t together, never were. You told me that shit yourself, so why the hell are you acting like this.” You heard Lip say as you sat at the bar stool out of view from them.

“Look if you want to fuck that little whore don’t think you’re coming back to fuck me.” You heard her say and now you were beyond livid just as you were about to defend yourself Lip beat you to it “Watch your fucking mouth. (Y/N) is the kindest person I know, she’s selfless, beautiful and intelligent. She’s is the farthest thing from being a whore, I bet she’s slept with 2 people compared to the 20 you’ve had in your bed. Now let us out so we can go home and I don’t have to hear your shit.” He said slamming his fist on the table “Whatever.” Sierra said unlocking the door watching Lip walk out, you slowly followed not making a sound as Sierra turned her back. You chased after Lip to thank him.

“Yo Phillip Ronan Gallagher! Wait up!” You yelled trying to get his attention, which you succeeded doing yelling out his full name “What’s up.” He said lighting a cigarette in his mouth which you took out as you kissed his cheek. “I wanted to say thank you for defending me back there, it was sweet of you. But don’t think you’re getting anything from me.” You said smiling as you placed the cigarette between his lips carefully.

“You wouldn’t be the girl I knew if you did. Let me walk you home and show you how much of a gentleman I can be.” He said wrapping his jacket around you causing you to laugh “Okay there, let’s not get ahead of yourself Phillip.” You said popping the “P”. “Only you can get away with calling me my first and full name.” He said wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Oh I’m so special.” You said leaning your head on his chest as you walked together “You sure are.” He said softly as you both continued to walk in silence.


Originally posted by milkovich-swagg


Ian Gallagher:

You walked into the club not knowing what to expect, and then you saw him. Dancing around on the pole in nothing but speedo looking underwear, your jaw nearly hit the floor watching him until his little routine was over. You then moved over to the bar area to order a drink, without getting ID'ed as you’d expected considering Ian was working here. Underaged. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?” You heard the bartender ask sliding your drink towards you “You see the guys with the red hair. He’s what I’m doing here.” You said scoffing as your watched some random guy put money down his underwear “Well I hate to break it to you, but he’s gay and a fine girl like yourself can find a fine man.” He said slyly “Oh like who? You? Give me a break. I know he’s gay, that’s not why I’m here.” You said snapping at the bartender who grabbed your wrist while you tried to walk away “Don’t be so cruel baby.” He said kissing your hand as your tried to break free of his grasp.

“Yo. Fuck off, I know damn well she didn’t ask for your attention.” Ian said grabbing your arm pulling you towards him breaking the bartenders hold. “Well I know she doesn’t need your gay asses attention.” He said sneering “Well this girl just so happens to be the only girl I’d turn straight for, so as I said before Fuck off or you won’t like the consequences.” Ian said lowly and you exactly what was happening to him. “Ian come on screw him, let’s go.” You said pushing his chest softly to move away from the bartender, you successfully got Ian to walk away and as you were walking he placed his hand on your ass and flipped off the bartender causing you to laugh. “I would have to say Gallagher gay or not you are a jealous little fire.” You said laughing as you exited the club “Only for my best friend.” He said smiling which caused you to punch his chest “What the hell?” He asked looking at you with wide eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing dancing ! We talked about this shit! You lied to me!” You yelled throwing a sweater and sweats at him from your bag. You watched him get changed and give you his sad eyes “Yeah. No. Not working, you are in the dog house.” You said wrapping your hand around his waist as if nothing happened “I love you (Y/N).” He sang causing you to roll your eyes “Yeah, yeah Gallagher. I love you too bitch.” You said causing you both to laugh as you walked home.

Originally posted by mockingjaykatniss2

Carl Francis Gallagher:

Prom Night. The night of your teen years that you will never forget, the cliche where that night will be the night you will tells the greatest, craziest stories about your adventures. The dress, hair, makeup, and your date but the only problem you had during your prom experience was getting a date last minute. You planned on going with your best friend Carl but last minute he dropped his promise and told you he was going with his ex Dominique, hearing him say that stung a bit in your heart because you felt like no matter who it was you would always come second place in his heart but as a best friend you smiled and told him that he would be most likely to be prom king. “(Y/N), I got your back hon.” you felt a hand on your back, smiling over at your cousin Caleb who agreed to go to prom after Carl said no. “We’re here.. Ready for this?” he said looking over at the school gymnasium that was now flooding with lights.

You nod getting out of the car trying to stay focused on enjoying your “special” night but the only way the night could be something you’d never forget is if Carl had actually came with you and not cheating ass Dominique. You and Caleb walked into the gymnasium and looked around, music, kids grinding on each other, sweat, and bad decisions filled the room and you slowly began to even regret showing up at all but then you saw him. He was standing across from you with his arm around Dominique laughing at something she had said, you smiled looking at the happiness in his eyes and you didn’t want to bother him tonight because he obviously had his reasons for being Dominique and not you. “May I have this dance?” Caleb said holding out his hand laughing as you gladly accepted it “I would be insulted if you didn’t ask.” you said as a slow dance began to play and you started to dance at an acceptable space for relatives only as you began to dance you noticed a pair of eyes watching you, his eyes, they were cold and hurt and before you could mouthed anything to him he had walked out in a fit “Let him go. I’ll go and talk to him okay, cuz.” Caleb said kissing your forehead.

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 “Yo Gallagher! What’s your problem? It’s prom you should be enjoying yourself not sulking out here.” Caleb said walking slowly towards Carl who was leaning against a locker “And who the hell do you think you are? How do you know (Y/N)? I know you’re not her boyfriend.” Carl spat out looking over at Caleb you laughed “If I was it would still be none of your business, seeing as you dropped her last minute to be with your cheatin ass ex, so don’t bother pry into (Y/N) business. Cause if you gave a shit about her you wouldn’t have thrown her to the side.” Caleb said now towering over Carl, full of rage. “Caleb! Carl! What the hell!” you yelled running over to the boys pushing them away from each other “Caleb you said you were going to talk to him, not fight him.” you said looking over at Caleb “Yo, you sent this jackass to talk to me. Fuck do you think I am? Your bitch?” Carl said scoffing behind you causing you to slap him across his face. “Caleb get the car started I’ll be right there.” you said your eyes full on Carl,waiting for Caleb to walk down the hallway.

“Carl Francis Fucking Gallagher. Watch who you spent to with your ‘White Boy Carl’ attitude because you know very well that I hate when you do that shit. You want to ditch me for your cheating ass ex that’s cool. You want to fight my COUSIN that’s cool. But you WILL NOT disrespect me in any way, just because I love you doesn’t mean I’ll allow you to disrespect me. Maybe you and Dom really do deserve each other. So you know what Gallagher? Fuck off. Consider this friendship over.” you said stomping off to the car nearly reaching the front door when you felt the cold locker against your open back “You will not walk away from me. (Y/N).. I’ve had so many people taken from me.. but you… you can’t walk away from me.” Carl said softly laying his head in the crook of your neck “You just can’t be with anyone else.. You can only be with me.. (Y/N) you’re mine, you know it, i know it, the school knows it.. I can’t lose you.” he said kissing your cheek softly.

“Then calm the hell down Gal-” you were cut off with Carl’s lips covering your own with a soft kiss “Call me baby, just once before you leave.” he said softly in your ear “It’s time for me to go home baby..” you said quietly looking into his eyes “I have a better idea.. Pizza and movies at my house?” he asked loosing his tie “That sounds lovely.” you said holding his hand as you guys made your way to Caleb’s car “You think kids nowadays would get together easier.” Caleb said as you both sat in the backseat of his car fixing his rearview mirrors “No hard feelings Gallagher? (Y/N) said you were a stubborn kid.” Caleb said with his eyes on the road as Carl began to kiss you neck quietly “Nah, we’re cool.” he said winking at you as you smiled. He wrapped you in his arms pulling you closer to him “It’s a good night so far, but pizza is going to make it SO much better.” he said smiling widely “And taking this crap off.” you said gesturing to your dress “I can help you with that.” Carl whispered in your ear.

 “Yeah, in your fucking dreams.” you said laying your head on his shoulders smiling, as the remaining ride was silent, it was a night you truly wouldn’t forget after all.

The Arrangement (Part 16)

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Summary: Dean responds to Sam’s news. The two of you pay a visit to Samuel, who lashes out. Secrets are revealed and threats are made, leaving you reeling. You and Dean discuss the future.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,600

Warnings: mentions of illness/heart attack, language, verbal attack/abuse, offensive name-calling, minor anxiety, lots of shouting, implications of smut

A/N: This is it, guys. I can’t believe it. This is really bittersweet for me. It’s been an incredible ride, and I’m so thankful for all of you that have shown your love and appreciation - you’re the reason this has kept going. 16 parts and 45,000 words (holy SHIT) over nearly three months, and we’re finally at the conclusion. THERE WILL BE AN EPILOGUE but this is the last official part. Enjoy everyone. Thank you for all your support.

A/N/N: Special shout-out to @deanssweetheart23 for being a sounding board, a cheerleader, and for being my beta especially for this last part. She’s the reason these parts have been coming out so frequently/regularly so y’all should be thankful. (also go read her stuff it’s incredible) And seriously, A- you’re such an amazing motivator and inspiration. Love you, dude.

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anonymous asked:

for the blurrb thing 'do you ever think about marrying me?' <3

Do you ever think about marrying me?

“Do you ever think about getting married?” Shawn asked you, turning down the music in his car.

His question surprised you quite a lot. You turned your head, gazing over at him. His shy eyes met yours shortly, before looking back on the road.

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Warm

Originally posted by montedelacruz


Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader
Request: No.
Word Count: 1,307
A/N: Hola! This took me while but I wanted to show Monty’s ‘softer’ side because I feel everyone bashes him for being an asshole but I believe he can be a total sweetheart. There are some suggestive themes, nothing too bad, but please do not read if you’re not comfortable! Enjoy! :)
Warnings: Sexual themes! Please do not read if you’re not comfortable!
Italics = You, Bold = Monty

When you heard that your boyfriend Montgomery De La Cruz had gotten into another fight, you weren’t really that surprised at all. Monty was a natural born troublemaker but you couldn’t really blame him for that. Usually you’d be mad at him, but recently he’s been going through some things so you’d decided to cut him some slack. He was having a tough time with his grades and his parent constantly got on him about that. You were feeling really bad for your boyfriend, and wished you could do something for him. You’d tried tutoring him before, but it just didn’t work for him as good as you had hoped. He was beginning to feel like he’d never truly get the help he needed.
   You were waiting for Monty outside of the counselor’s office, you’d decided that you were going to spend the rest of the day with him. He was probably going to get suspended and his parents were definitely gonna give him hell for that, but there was nothing wrong in trying to cheer him up. You heard the doorknob next to you twist, and Monty stepped out of the office. He looked at you, his hands tightening around the straps laying on his shoulders. His face was bruised, and his lip was busted but of course he would always be handsome to you no matter what.
   Monty looked down at his feet waiting for you to scold him, but you didn’t. Instead your hand caressed his cheek as you softly spoke, “Hey.” He lifted his head from the floor and looked at you, raising his eyebrow. “You should be yelling at me by now, are you okay?” You chuckled, and moved to grab his hand. “I’m fine I just…I just wanted to spend the rest of my day with you.” Smiling, you tugged on his hand moving toward the main doors. He didn’t say anything while you guys walked, and you wondered if maybe he felt disappointed in himself. The two of you had chose to walk back to your house, which was good because your parents were out of town and you wanted it to be quiet to just really focus on Monty. Even though you’ve been dating him for a while, you couldn’t really think of anything to cheer your boyfriend up.
“Ice cream?” You asked him as you started making your way to the kitchen. You looked back to catch his nod, then went to take the vanilla ice cream out of the freezer. Grabbing two spoons you ran them under some water to rinse them off, then jogged back to the living room. You handed Monty the tub of ice cream, and walked over to your parents liquor cabinet. Generally you weren’t the type to drink, but it helped calm Monty’s nerves. Bringing a few glasses with you, you set the items onto the table and poured the alcohol into the cups. “First ditching school, now drinking? Maybe I am a bad influence on you. But seriously, what’s up with you?” You shook your head at his words, “Nothing, I just want to make you feel good…calm you down a bit. Now drink.”
Flipping through the channels, you settled on a random movie and started to dig into the ice cream. It didn’t take long for you both to finish the whole carton, which you just placed on the table instead of throwing out. “I’m gonna run a bath, okay?” Because of Monty’s hard exterior you’d normally think he wasn’t into stuff like this, but in reality he enjoyed doing these romantic, cliché things with you. You could see the hint of a smile smeared on his face before you ran upstairs to get the water running.
   It didn’t take long for the bath tub to fill with the clear liquid, and you quickly went to get Monty. When he got into the bathroom, he tugged on the edge of his shirt and you watched as he took it off. You stopped him as he fiddled with his belt, and unbuckled it for him. Tugging his pants down, he quickly stepped out of them and played with the band of his underwear. Neither of you were strangers to sex, but you weren’t really sure if you wanted that tonight. Monty moved closer to you and started to take your clothes off until you were in just your underwear. Normally you were confident in your body, but suddenly you started to feel shy. Your arms went up to cover the cleavage you had showing but Monty grabbed your wrists before you could do so. He started to leave sloppy kisses along your jawline, then moved to nip on the skin of your neck. Your hands traveled down his chest, and he let out a groan. He found your lips and captured them into a heated kiss, while reaching behind you to unclip your bra. Pulling away, he dropped kisses down the front of your body stopping and the band of your panties. “You’re so beautiful (Y/N)…” He dipped his head to lick the skin of your thighs before yanking your panties down. Slowly, Monty got up off of the floor and took off his underwear too. You pouted because he had left you hot and bothered and he knew that. That stupid smirk of his painted his face as he sat in the bathtub. Glaring at him, you followed in, and sat in his lap. His hand quickly found your thigh, rubbing the inside, teasing you a bit. You sighed both in frustration and in pleasure, “God Monty if you’re gonna do something then do it.” Nibbling on the skin of your shoulder his deep voice whispered in your ear as he rubbed on your clit, “How bad do you want it?” “Really bad, Monty please.” You could feel his length harden beneath you just at the sound of your voice. His fingers slipped into you throbbing core and you leaned back, moaning. You rocked your hips a little trying to please him at the same time, but he put a hand on your waist to stop you. “No baby, none of that. I just want to please you.” The speed his fingers were working at increased, and they curled inside of you, leaving you a mess. You moved so that one leg was draped over the edge of the tub, it gave Monty some room to move faster and he did. Your breath quickened as you continued to moan Monty’s name. You mewled as he added in another finger, not stopping to let you adjust to the feeling. He was stretching your walls, but the slight pain didn’t really bother you.
You were quickly approaching your high and you tried to move your hips, begging and pleading for Monty to give you something more. He chuckled moving his hand and letting you buck your hips into his fingers. “God you’re so beautiful, cum for me baby.” His low, sexy voice pushed you over the edge. You let out a loud moan as you came to your high, your back arching against Monty and some of the water spilling out of the tub. Out of breath, you grabbed onto his arm and closed you eyes.
You felt the cold air hit your body and you shivered. Monty carried you into your bedroom and threw one of his shirts over you. He threw on his clothes from earlier and climbed into the bed. Bringing you into his chest, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled the covers up to your chin. “You’re so warm,” you said, smiling while sighing in satisfaction. He kissed your temple and laid his head back on his pillow. You closed your eyes and drifted to sleep, proud that you’d calmed your hotheaded boyfriend down for the day.

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31. “You need to be quieter.”

In which Harry needs to let off some steam before a show.


It’s a blessing to be on tour with Harry, but the schedule is also rough on your sex life. You barely get time to have a full conversation. So, the two of you usually end up with a quick fuck at odd times of day, or a sleepy session when you wake up in the middle of the night.

That’s what’s happening now, backstage before one of his performances. He found you wandering around and grabbed you by the wrist, forcing you into a dingy supply closet and locking the door.

“Have a problem, pet,” he rasps pressing you up against a cement wall and rutting his hips forward. “Need t’ take care of it, all righ’?”

You nod quickly, already feeling your panties dampen as he rubs his bulge against you. His hands are fast and rough, rolling your skirt up your thighs and tearing your underwear down your legs. He drops them to the floor and undoes his belt buckle nimbly. His breaths are heavy, needy.

“C’mere,” he urges you, gripping at your thighs just below your bum. He lifts you up against the wall and wraps your legs around his waist. His forehead presses against your shoulder while his eyes fall to your center, hand wrapping around his throbbing cock to pump it just twice. He hums and wastes no time before sliding into you.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans softly. “Feel so good wrapped ‘round me.”

You tangle your fingers in his hair, messing with all of the time that’s been taken to tame the wild locks. A loud gasp leaves your lips when Harry drives forward, jolting you up the wall. He’s in a mood, one that’s only satisfied by being rough.

“Harry, can you- Fuck!” Your hands fist his hair, body tensing as he grinds up into you. He’s so deep.

His hand comes up to grip your chin, fingers finding their way into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. He clicks his teeth at you, pressing a wet kiss to your collarbone as he continues to slam forward. You moan around the intrusion of his digits, eyes rolling up into your head.

“You need to be quieter,” he hisses, rolling his hips up until the head of his cock presses into your most sensitive spot. You choke on a cry, trembling against his body. You’re so close. “People might hear yeh. Can’ have that now, can we? Come for me, pet. Give it to me.”

You’re even louder when you tip over the edge, and Harry’s forced to clap his whole palm over your mouth. He hides his own sounds in the pocket of your shoulder, working you both slowly through your climaxes. When it’s over, he doesn’t have much time. He sets you down and rushes to put himself back together, fixing his pants and messing with his wrecked hair.

You press your thighs together, blushing at the thought of walking to the bathroom to clean up. Harry glances at you and smirks to himself, picking your panties up from the floor. He stares at them for a moment before unlocking the door and tucking the material into the back pocket of his jeans.

“Think I’ll keep these fo’ the show,” he informs you, slipping out the door and leaving you helpless in your own state.

Speak Softly, Love (2)

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You woke to the feeling of soft kisses being feathered down the side of your face, across your closed eyelids and your nose. 

You hummed, content with your current position in Sehun’s arms, with his bare body pressed against your own.

“Baby, I have to leave,” you heard him whisper. You opened your eyes to look at him. The way the moonlight shone on Sehun was one of your favourite things. He was undeniably beautiful.

“I don’t want you to go,” you mumbled, holding onto him tighter resulting in him doing the same. The hardest part of being with Sehun was the time when he had to leave you.

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Cum for Me

Request: Hello! Its me again…*face turns red* Can you do a bucky fic where Bucky and the reader are going on a mission with the team and the reader almost dies, and bucky really worries about her? And maybe with some smut *face extra red* Thanks!!!

Summary: You have a brush with death during a mission and a worried / angry Bucky and you have a confrontation about it in the middle of the night.

Warnings: Angst, Sad Bucky, Smut. 

A/N: I hope you liiiiiike this! 

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