whispers do you feel it

Eating Jin out:

Originally posted by jjilljj

anon asked:  Eat Jin (out) 👀👀👀👀 Would you though 👀 Like what do you think he would be like if someone did?

  • first of all, this k i l led me t o wr i t e
  • second of all, lets cry together after you’ve read this
  • he’d be really whiny and fidgety?
  • he’s gonna be sitting there in anticipation and just curiosity for the first few times tbh
  • he might be a little self conscious  because lets face it, it’ll probably make him feel rlly exposed
  • i think he’s gonna like it if you whisper soft + loving things before you do the deed???
  • i feel like jin would be all smiley and less nervous idk it’s be rlly cute omg
  • he’d be blushing beet red as you lean in closer and press your fingers to his hole
  • he’d come so hard the first time tbvh
  • like
  • he’d be panting and a groaning mess as your tongue kept doing it’s thing
  • and he’d be working his hand on his dick and like
  • be’d come with a high pitched moan tbh
  • it’d be cute
  • and he’d be rlly flustered bc he came so hard but you’d be smiling
  • and it’d make him smlie too
  • anyway into more finer details
  • as he gets used to it, he’d love it if you did it as you went to blow him, like take him by surprise
  • jin seems like the guy who will totally submit to you then and he’s gonna engulf in the pleasure for sure!!
  • jin would make sure you know you’re making him feel amazing as well
  • i feel like he’s the type of guy who’s gonna hold his legs up or prefer being on his hands and knees whilst you pleasured him
  • his hands would most likely be scrunching the sheets and his mouth hung open most of the time (for joon’s dick i mean- heheh)
  • probably palming his dick while you’re eating him out tbh
  • going back to my first point, he’s gonna whine
  • when you lick around his hole, but don’t do anything
  • expect a whole lot of inpatient whines from him
  • like rlly impatient
  • he’d want you to get a move on
  • but
  • all that whining will probably gonna earn him a red ass tbh (I’d smack his ass any day just saying)
  • but yeah
  • he’s gonna be rlly loud and whiney and impatient while you’re eating him out
  • and he’d be rlly cute too
  • he’s gonna have red cheeks (both ass and his face lmfao) once you’re done
  • and he will probs kiss you all over
  • and then pleasure the fuck out of you
  • would love it if someone else watches him fall apart from your tongue, just sayin’

Summary: A series of firsts; Betty and Jughead explore the steamy side of being a couple.

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(Warning: MUCH SIN AHEAD! This is a pure smutty fic, way explicit and utterly graphic. It follows Betty and Jughead down the road of testing the waters with each other until the inevitable happens ;) You asked, so I deliver :P I also tried to incorporate it into the plot of Rivedale in order for the story to have a much more realistic sense in a way! Anyway, thank you so much darlings for your compliments and your amazing feedback!! I hope you all enjoy!)

 La Petite Mort - 1. Innocence Lost

I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor

Love is all, all my soul

You’re my playground love

A light breeze caresses the leaves of the oak tree next to Betty’s opened window and twirls inside her dimly lit room to the beat of some mellow tunes that echo lightly from her golden rose laptop. The ruffle curtains sway under the feathery force of the physical change that disrupted the otherwise calm evening, the shadow of the sheer material dancing over the profile of the two teens that are tangled up with each other on the princess-like double bed at the center of the room.  They are in their own world of first time loving and blissful adolescent ignorance, enjoying the momentary peace and quiet of their hectic small town, drama-filled lifestyle, getting lost in the feeling of drowning deeper and deeper in a sea of amour and lust.

Wet sounds of tongues lazily exploring the new-found territory of each other’s lips and steady beating of two Eros wounded hearts are suppressed by the singer’s voice that urges them to carry on in the background and Jughead is ashamed to admit that his mind fails to register what movie that song musically decorated, even though he swears it’s in the tip of his tongue. But then again the tip of his tongue is now being sucked by Betty Cooper’s voluptuous lips and he can hardly pinpoint anything anymore, not even his own name.

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Teasing: Ideas for the more advanced

Warning: I highly recommend you read “Teasing: A Beginner’s Guide” unless you are very experienced in the cuckold lifestyle. The following suggestions are not for everyone, even many who are experienced may find some of it offensive. Even if you don’t find all the ideas appealing, are there one or two (maybe more) you think would be hot? If so, remember, communication is key. Discuss it with your boyfriend and with your cuckold before trying any of these more advanced teasing techniques.  

Lastly, remember, just because you “force” your cuckold/husband to do certain things does not make him bisexual. It means your husband loves you so much that he’d do anything for you. Cuckolding is about the power exchange from the cuckold to the wife (to the Bull). Having your cuckold do things he would not normally do can be incredibly empowering and erotic. But remember, it should ultimately be enjoyable for everyone. 

Note: We use husband/hubby and cuckold interchangeably. 

  • Put your husband in chastity for a while. For example, while he is watching you get ready, or while he is watching you make out with your boyfriend. Do things to try and get him turned on. This will drive him nuts, since the device will prevent him from getting hard.
  • While in chastity, tie your cuckold to a chair. Before your boyfriend comes in the room, give your cuck a little sexy lap dance to turn him on - Kiss him intimately, rub him, etc. Then bring your boyfriend in and make hubby watch while you get fucked.
  • Have your cuckold and boyfriend stand on either side of you naked. Compare your cuckold’s much smaller penis (constricted in chastity) to your boyfriend’s much bigger cock. 
  • Have hubby hold your legs or pussy open so your boyfriend can have easy access. Or, if your boyfriend doesn’t mind, have your husband actually put your boyfriend’s cock in your pussy. 
  • Here’s a great babystep toward more advanced techniques: Have your boyfriend cum in your hands, and then use his cum as lube to give your husband a handjob, whispering to him until he cums. It can be especially fun if you tie/handcuff him to a chair (and maybe gag him) to prevent any objection. Most likely your husband would be disgusted by the thought of another man’s cum, but using it as lube with a good handjob will inevitably cause him to cum despite his objections, which will confuse and embarrass him like he never imagined. 
  • After your boyfriend cums in your mouth, show your husband, and then give him a long french kiss with cum still in your mouth or dripping from you lips. (If your cuckold is not ready for this step, try giving him a small taste of your boyfriend - While sucking your boyfriend’s cock, squeeze the base and try to get a drip of precum that you can then slowly lick off and show your husband. Then give him a long french kiss.)
  • Only have sex with your cuckold immediately after your boyfriend fucks you so he can feel the difference, especially how stretched out you are after your boyfriend fucks you. While doing this, whisper to him how you can barely feel him. (This works even better if your boyfriend cums inside you. Ask your cuckold what it feels like to be inside you, reminding him that that warm, wetness is what your boyfriend left behind.)
  • Get in the 69 position with your cuckold underneath you. (You’re not going to touch him, but you can lightly blow on his cock, and let your hair gently rub against his penis to keep him in agony). Have your boyfriend fuck you doggystyle while hubby licks your pussy. Not only will this torture your cuckold, but it feels amazing to be filled up with your boyfriend’s cock and at the same time have your clit licked by your cuckold’s warm wet tongue.
  • While doing the above 69 position, let your boyfriend cum inside you. After he pulls out, sit up so your pussy is over your husband’s mouth. Make him clean you up. (It will also feel really good as you kind of gently ride his face while he pleases you orally.)
  • Another technique is to give your husband a gentle handjob to keep him hard while he is “cleaning you.” Giving him a little reward like this is a good way to train him to physically enjoy an act that might otherwise disgust him. It will become like a Pavlovian response, and later you may be able to forego the reward.
  • While your boyfriend fucks you missionary, hold your husband’s head down on your belly, directly in front of your boyfriend’s cock going in and out of your pussy. After he cums inside you, tell your husband to get between your legs and “clean you up.” (Even if he doesn’t swallow it, this will still be incredibly humiliating for him.)
  • Give your cuckold ultimatums. Try to keep him turned on the entire time without cumming, and tell him you will only let him cum if he does [fill in the blank]. For example: I’ll only let you cum if you clean me up after he’s done.
Big Weekend || Dan Howell

A/N: this imagine was requested by @let-it-go-and-live-again! I really like the idea. yeeah body positivity!! btw I added an about me page to my bio in case you want to check it out!

Word Count: 1.6K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by constantlymyself

The sky was cloudy but the air wasn’t too cold. Thousands of people were just hoping that it wouldn’t start raining. I was one of them. I stood there and hoped while my body was made of 60% pure adrenaline by now.

“I can’t wait for them to start!” I had to yell because the crowd of talking people was just so loud.

I smiled at Dan whole heartedly. The huge grin on my face was so big that my cheeks hurt.

“You are cute when you are that excited.” Dan laughed and took my hand in his.

His dimples were showing and just the sight of him made me feel like my heart was going to burst. Although Dan and Phil had stopped doing their radio shows they were still asked to do some interviews at Radio 1’s Big Weekend, an annual music festival.

Dan surprised me by inviting me to come with him. I obviously had to say yes, especially since my favourite band was performing. They were going to enter the stage soon and thousands of excited fans including me and Dan were impatiently waiting for them.

Although Dan was allowed to watch from back stage we decided to mix into the crowd because there was so much audience participation during the band’s concerts.

For a second the crowd grew all silent, then the first fans started screaming. Welcomed by loud cheers and squeals my favourite band ran onto stage. They immediately started with their first song. The air was filled with bursting energy and excitement. I hadn’t felt so alive in a long time.

I started singing my heart out to the songs I had listened to a million times before, but they sounded and felt so different live. When the whole crowd started chanting the chorus of my all time favourite song I jumped up and down, not being able to stop myself from moving and dancing.

“You are damn beautiful, Y/N!” I heard Dan shout into my ear.

I only now realized that he was watching me the whole time and blushed a little bit.

As one of the band’s slow songs sounded from the speakers Dan wrapped his arms around me from behind and we swayed to the music. His broad chest was pressed against my back and he rested his chin on top of my head, kissing my hair now and then.

After the ballade ended I got on my tip toes again in order to be able to watch my favourite band member’s every move.

“Do you know how lucky you are, Dan?” I asked him laughing, pointing out the height difference between us.

Dan was by far one of the tallest people in the crowd and I looked tiny next to him.

“You could sit on my shoulders.” Dan suggested with a wink.

“Dan, everyone behind us would hate us.” I laughed but had to admit that I kinda liked the idea.

“Enter the world of us giants. Just one song.” He pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

I had to admit it sounded tempting. Very tempting actually.

“Okay, but if people start shouting at us it’s all your fault!” I gave in and Dan didn’t really have much convincing to do.

He bent down so I could sit on his shoulders. After I had gotten on top of him I was able to overlook the whole crowd. His head was in between my thighs and I couldn’t stop myself from running my fingers through his soft chocolate brown hair. I crossed my legs behind Dan’s back and he held my thighs for extra stabilization.

Dan and I were enjoying ourselves and I was so happy to have an amazing boyfriend like him.

Just as the song ended and Dan was about to set me down, we were stopped by the band’s drummer and my favourite member.

“Listen everybody! Do you see this pretty girl who got on top of somebody’s shoulders? I want you all to do the same!” he shouted into his microphone and pointed right at me. The crowd started cheering and moving around.

Everybody who was here with somebody followed his instructions. I, on the other hand, had an immensely hard time processing the fact that my favourite band member had just called me pretty!

The heat rushed to my face and my hands started shaking. I felt like my 16-year-old fangirling self again.  

“O my god he called me pretty!” I squealed once my feet touched the ground again.

“Because you are!” Dan said with twinkling eyes and made me smile even wider.

I pecked his lips quickly before I faced the stage again. Just as my eyes landed on the drummer again he took off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and perfectly defined abs. The whole female part of the crowd completely lost it. Never before had I heard such high-pitched screams.

A few teenage girls actually looked like they were about to faint. I had to stare at him in awe. I squealed along while he smashed his drums, sweat dripping down his forehead.  

“Damn I forgot how hot he is.” I breathed in disbelief and was too busy to notice the look on Dan’s face as those words left my mouth.

I was still jumping up and down like a bouncy ball after the concert had ended. Dan was guiding me backstage with him because I was too busy talking about the concert to concentrate on where I was going.  

“I can’t believe that just happened. Best concert ever!” I babbled ecstatically.

“Mhm” Dan mumbled quietly and I was again too excited to notice his resentment.

Back in the hotel we were staying in for the weekend I had calmed down a bit again. After changing out of my sweaty shirt and drinking what seemed like 4 bottles of water I was back to normal.

Since Dan and I were extremely exhausted we decided to go straight to bed. It was only Saturday so we still had the whole of Sunday ahead of us. When I was done with brushing my teeth and exited the bathroom I noticed that Dan was in bed already. I got under his duvet as well and was immediately greeted by his comforting body warmth.

I snuggled up next to him and rested my head on his chest.

“Thank you for taking me with you. I really enjoyed today.” I whispered softly and pecked his pink lips.

With a grin, I decided to deepen the kiss and quickly straddled my surprised boyfriend.

“I thought you said you were tired.” Dan asked raising a brow, teasingly.

“I am never too tired for this.” I breathed seductively.

As soon as those words had come over my lips Dan immediately flipped us over so he was on top. I ran my hands up and down his chest, taking his t-shirt off soon after. He connected our lips again, we didn’t start out slow, it was heated since minute one. The tiredness from before was gone as Dan moved his hips against mine. I couldn’t hold in a silent moan.

“Am I hurting you?” Dan asked suddenly sounding insecure.

I broke the kiss to look at him in confusion. Did he misinterpret my moan?

“Why would you be hurting me? We haven’t even.. you know.“ I asked him confused, looking up at him.

“I thought I crushed you under my weight..” Dan’s words were barely a whisper. He swallowed hard as has face turned the colour of a tomato.

My eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

“Daaann-“ I trailed, waiting for him to tell me he was joking, but he didn’t.

“What are you talking about, Dan?” I wanted to know, scared of his answer.

He got off me and let himself fall down on the bed next to me. I lifted myself up on my elbow to be able to look into his dark brown eyes.

“I- I’m just really heavy. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He explained and I could tell that he was uncomfortable.

“You are way over 6 feet, Dan. How are you supposed to not be heavy?” I argued.

“Yeah sure.” He mumbled unmotivated. My face fell, finally getting what he was implying.

“That’s not what you meant, right?” I breathed totally aghast.

“No.” He whispered and slowly shook his head.

“Why do you suddenly feel like that? You are so beautiful, baby.” I gently traced his biceps, taking in his beauty.

He seemed to quietly ponder for a while before he decided to voice his thoughts.

“I just, I don’t have abs or a toned chest and I’m not that fit and-“ he made himself stop in the middle of his sentence.

He grew all silent. His words brought tears to my eyes. Why didn’t he see how perfect he was?

“You are not saying this because I called that stupid drummer hot today, right?” I tried, but the look on his face at the mention of what I had said earlier totally gave him away.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would make you feel that way. Listen I don’t care if he is hot or not. He will never be you and I love every tiny bit of your body and your soul.” I whispered softly, meaning every word I said.  

I cupped Dan’s face with my hands and deeply looked into his eyes. “You are perfect the way you are and I love you more than anything.” I slowly said so he could take in every single word.

Dan blushed and I noticed that a small smile had found its way back onto his face.

“It’s not just about having a fit body, you know that. Now c’mon let me show you how beautiful you are.” I breathed and started leaving kisses all over his chest and neck, straddling him again.


 Anon prompt: “Hi! All hail Jughead Jones. I’m in love. Anyway, could you write something where the reader is really close to Archiekins and Juggie asks Arch about how to get close to the reader? Thanks xxx”

A/N: I sure can! All hail Jughead P Jones!!

Jughead slumps down onto one of the library couches across from me, I smile stupidly at him.

“Mister Jones.” I say.

“Hey, Y//N.” He smiles at me.

Hands reach down around, fingers clawing at my sides enticing laughter from me as the unknown culprit tickles me.

“Archibald Andrews! If that’s you I swear I’ll end your existence!” I manage between laughs.

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Anonymous said: “Hi can you do a Yoongi x reader smut/angst similar to the song Shameless by the weeknd? Where he basically uses her and it’s a super sad/dark ending for the reader? 💖 “

Thank you for the request! Sorry it took so long! I hope you like it, and I hope you don’t mind that I changed it a bit. <3

EDIT: I have decided to turn this into a series! If you like sad endings, I recommend stopping after this part, 

If you would like to you can read part 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Reader x Yoongi

Slight NSFW, some strong language, sad ending, idk what else to say but plz be warned

There wasn’t a reason for you to pick up your phone. 

You knew who it was, and you knew what he wanted. Yet every time, you would answer, telling yourself that this time was different, or that you were over him, or that this time, you were just coming over to tell him to stop calling you.

You called him just as often however. When you were feeling lonely, or had had one too many drinks. You had been known to leave long voice mails on his phone, one’s that he would never listen to, but he would show up the next day, pinning you against the wall because he knew exactly what you were calling about.

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Trust | Archie Andrews

Request:  Archie Andrews x reader fluffy first time smut based on 9. “I am not losing you again.” and 24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.” 💗💗

24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this”

Pairings: ArchiexReader

Warnings: NSFW, first time fluff smut.

Word count: 3,102 words sorry I got carried away

Authors note: Tysm for the request, I couldn’t really think of a way to write a plot for this so it pretty much jumps right in, I also couldn’t fit the first quote into the scenes, sorry! I hope you enjoy this sorry if it isn’t the best with the smut it isn’t something that I have every wrote before and I don’t have much experience so if there is anything happening that is incorrect please tell me so I can avoid it in further imagines! If you enjoy this and would like to be tagged in future posts then please just ask below or message me! :) Also please send more requests! Ef x


Writing prompts


Originally posted by riverrdxle

You couldn’t wait any longer, you needed it, you knew that he needed it so you decided to take matters into his own hands as he didn’t want to scare you into thinking that it was all he cared about in your relationship.

Archie had been patient. He hadn’t pressured you or tried to guilt you into having sex with him. If you were completely naive, you’d assume he had no problem with not having sex (though his showers had gotten longer lately and you weren’t stupid). Overall, he was very understanding that you were still a virgin and you weren’t ready.

But now you were ready.

“Are you sure?” Archie asked you for the billionth time as he hovered over you.

You rolled your eyes. It was cute the first few times, knowing that he wanted to make sure that you were ready and weren’t feeling pressured. But now you were just getting kind of sick of it. “Archie?” you whispered. He raised his eyebrows and you took that as your chance to flip the two of you over, you straddling his hips. “You’re the only person I trust enough to do this, I’m ready.”

He chuckled as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, sliding your hands down his bare torso. You pulled away from his mouth and focused on unbuttoning his jeans. But you were nervous and your fingers were shaky and you were struggling. “Baby,” he cooed, his hands finding your cheeks and making you look at him. “It’s just me, okay? I’m the same idiot you’ve been dating for eight months now, there’s no need to be nervous.”

You took a deep breath, nodding. He gave you a gentle smile before dropping his hands and letting you get back to work. Finally, you were able to unbutton his jeans and pull them down when he lifted his hips. You threw them to the side and then pulled your own shirt over your head, fighting the urge to cover yourself. It wasn’t like he’d never seen you in your bra before but this was different.

Before you could do anything else, Archie had flipped the two of you again. He settled between your legs, one arm holding him up and the other hand resting beneath your jawline. “You’re beautiful,” he told you, staring into your eyes. You blushed, biting your lip as his hand traveled down. Slowly; along your neck, between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach.

It gave you goosebumps but you couldn’t ignore the shakiness of his hands. You forced out a laugh. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume you were nervous too,” you said.

He rested his hand on your hip, his thumb running along the bone. “I’m not,” he defended but he couldn’t meet your eyes. “It’s just- it’s your first time. And you’ve decided you want it to be with me and I-” He sighed, his forehead falling to your shoulder as he exhaled deeply. “What if I hurt you? What if I make this horrible for you and I just ruin everything?”

You ran your finger through his hair, tugging lightly so he’d lift his head. “You’re not going to ruin anything, okay?” you assured. “I trust you and I know you’re not going to hurt me.”

He stared at you for a few seconds before chuckling nervously. “This is backwards, isn’t it? You shouldn’t be consoling me,” he commented.

“Archie? Just shut up and kiss me.”

He obliged, pressing his lips to yours with force. His fingers worked your shorts, unbuttoning them and then struggling with the zipper. You heard a popping noise, causing him to pull away. “Oops,” he said bashfully, his cheeks turning pink as he held your broken zipper between his fingers.

You giggled, telling him it’s okay and urging him to pull your shorts off, along with your underwear. “Tell me if something hurts or even if you just don’t like it, okay? I want this to be good for you,” he told you seriously, gazing into your eyes as his fingers lightly brushed your folds.

You nodded and he lowered his head to your neck, pressing kisses along your skin as his middle finger met your clit, slowly beginning to draw circles. “Oh,” you sighed, your lower region tingling.

He raised his head, looking at you with boyish pride as he bit his lip. “Is that okay?” he asked, adding a bit more pressure.

“It’s way more than okay,” you admitted.

He grinned. “Good,” he said. He continued for a few more seconds before lowering his fingers to your entrance, dipping his finger in and you swore you heard a noise from the bad of his throat. “I’m gonna add a finger now, okay?”

You nodded, bracing yourself for the pain but once he did it, you didn’t feel any pain. It was a foreign feeling - and didn’t feel nearly as good as what he was doing before - but it didn’t hurt. “That doesn’t real- oh!” you cut yourself off with a moan, feeling his finger hit a spot that caused a bolt of pleasure to shoot through you.

The amount of pride on Archie’s face was unbelievable. “Right there?” he asked, hitting that spot again and causing you to clench your legs on his waist. “Relax, Y/N,” he instructed but there was a bit of amusement in his voice. “I’m gonna add another finger. Let me know if it hurts.”

He pulled out and you missed the feeling, before he pushed back into you with both fingers, immediately hitting that spot again and making you grip the bed sheets as you moaned. “Holy shit,” you mumbled, your eyes falling shut.

“I want you to come before we actually do this, hopefully it’ll make it easier for you,” he said, his fingers slowing down. “And to make that happen, I’m gonna try something, alright?”

You nodded, curious. But when he began lowering himself down your body, you panicked. “Um, wait!” you said, grabbing his hair to stop him. You must’ve pulled a little too hard because you heard him yelp. You let go, your cheeks heating up. “Sorry,” you apologized.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I- um, I’ve never had, uh, that done to me and just- you don’t really have to do that, you know?”

Archie bit the inside of his cheek, trying to fight the smile. You were just so damn innocent. “I don’t have to, I want to. Like I said, I want to make you feel as good as possible,” he explained. “But if you don’t want me to, I won’t.”

“I’m just really nervous,” you said, letting out a big breath.

“I know,” he said, squeezing your hip reassuringly. “I’m a lot more nervous than I thought I’d be, too. But I’d really like to take care of you.”

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again. “Okay,” you said.

He grinned, pressing a kiss next to your belly button before he continued to his destination. He slowly pushed two fingers back into you, staring up at you to gauge your reaction. He curled his fingers and heard a little gasp come from your lips, making him grin. Not taking his eyes off of you, he lowered his mouth to your clit, gently sucking.

“Archie!” you gasped, your hands finding his hair as you clenched your thighs. Pleased by your reaction, he sucked a little rougher, his tongue playing with your clit. His free hand gripped your thigh, holding it to the bed as he quickened his fingers. “Archie, I think I’m-” you cut yourself off with a moan.

He knew you were close. “Shh, I know,” he cooed. Curling his fingers one last time, he felt you tighten around his fingers before you cried out, your body convulsing around his fingers. He kept with the pace but watched you in amazement. Seeing you come was the most beautiful thing he’d even seen, hands down. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” he asked once you’d come down, wiping his fingers on his boxers instead of with his mouth like he wanted to. He didn’t want to freak you out.

“That was great, thank you,” you told him, your eyes falling shut.

He giggled, kissing your forehead as he watched you relax in pure bliss. “We can stop here, you know,” he reminded you.

“I don’t think that’s what you really want,” you pointed out, glancing at his boner, dying to get out of his boxers.

His cheeks turned pink. “I want whatever you want,” he answered.

“Smooth, Arch,” you commented. You fingered the hem of his boxers, slipping your hand inside and grabbing his cock, pumping slowly the way you read about. “I want this.”

He exhaled through his nose, burying his face in your neck. He loved how soft your hand was and how firm you held him - it felt amazing but he could sense that you were still nervous, unsure about what you were doing. “That feels really good,” he whispered, leaving a slow kiss on your neck.

“You’re not just lying to me so I’ll feel better, are you?” you asked nervously, a small bit of happiness forming in your stomach.

He let out a breathy laugh. “Baby, you’re gripping the proof,” he said. “Really good is actually an understatement.”

“Oh,” you replied, swearing that your face was going to turn permanently red.

He let it continue for a little bit longer before he let out a whimper, his hand finding yours over his boxers and stopping you. “You have to stop that,” he instructed.

“Why?” you asked, eyes wide in fear that you did something wrong. He raised an eyebrow and it took you a few moments to realize the reason. “Oh.”

“Yeah,”He replied with a small chuckle. Now that he was ready to burst any second, they only had two ways to go with this. No more stalling. Archie felt his heart bang in his chest, butterflies filling his stomach. “It’s your call now.”

You stared into his Hazel eyes, darker than usual. His ginger hair was matted against his forehead, his lips pink and plump against his flushed, olive skin. He had nothing but love and adoration playing in his features and you knew. You knew you loved this boy and made no mistake deciding that you want him to be your first. “I want these off,” you said, pulling your hand out of his boxers and tugging at the fabric. You kept your voice strong because, even though you were nervous, you knew he’d treat you right.

He swallowed, nodding and let you push them down his legs as far as you could, until he just kicked them off. He reached underneath his bed, grabbing the box he kept there and pulling out a condom. He opened it with his teeth, putting it on slowly. He licked his lips, using one hand to make sure you were still wet enough. Dipping his fingers into you, he found that you were. “God, you’re still so fucking wet,” he mumbled without thought. He heard you let out a little giggle and his eyes widened, realizing he’d said it out loud. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” he apologized. He’d been doing his best to refrain himself so he didn’t freak you out and he’d been doing a great job until them.

“It’s okay,” you assured, finding yourself even more turned on by his vocalization.

“Are you ready?” he asked. He knew you physically were but that meant nothing if you weren’t mentally there. You nodded but that wasn’t enough. “I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you say that you’re ready and you want this.”

“I want this more than anything, Archie” you told him, not even blinking an eye as you met his gaze.

He searched for any sign of doubt or anything that could be a danger sign. Half of him was hoping you’d back out; it was less pressure. He could continue taking half hour showers so he could jack off to thought of you and he’d have to worry about nothing. All he could think about was doing this and losing control and hurting you or doing something that made you regret it and break up with him and he couldn’t stand the thought of that.

But he found nothing but honesty. Honesty and love and that made even more butterflies fill his stomach. “Okay,” he whispered. “Okay. I’m gonna go slow but don’t let me hurt you. If you don’t-”

“I know, Arch. If I don’t like it, tell you and you’ll stop,” you recited. “You’re almost as nervous as I am.”

He scoffed, resisting the urge to tell you that he was pretty sure he was more nervous. He laced his fingers with yours holding your intertwined hands on the bed by your head while he free hand guided himself to you. He breathed in before pushing in slowly, feeling himself get even harder at the sight of him disappearing inside of you.

He moved his eyes to meet yours, waiting for any sign of pain but he only saw a thoughtful look as he was halfway inside of you. “Does it hurt?” he asked.

You pursed your lips and he fought the urge to kiss them. “No, it just feels… weird. Like I’ve never had a penis inside me before,” you blurted out without thinking.

Archie couldn’t hold in his laughter. He laughed loudly and comfortably, resting his forehead on yours once he calmed down. He brushed his thumb along your darkened cheeks. “You’re so fucking cute,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to yours. “I’m gonna go the rest of the way now, okay?”

Your eyes widened. “You’re not all the way in yet?” you asked, swearing that you felt full enough as it was.

The boy beamed, his ego growing by the second. “Remember, let me know if it hurts,” he reminded before slowly pushing in the rest of the way. You gasped, your hand squeezing his. He paused. “Does it hurt?”

“Not really,” you admitted. “A little but it just… like I said, it’s a new feeling.”

Now that he was all the way in, he decided to give her a few moments to adjust. “I’m really glad you let me be your first,” Archie admitted, trying to distract you from whatever non positive feeling you felt. “It scared me at first but I’m glad I’m the one that gets to take care of you for this.”

You smiled, closing the few inches between the two of you and kissing him, slowly moving your lips together. It was slow and deep and passionate and full of love. You pulled away first. “You can move now,” you whispered.

He nodded, slowly pulling out a suppressing a groan. He’d missed how good it felt when he pushed inside, too distracted by your well being to feel it, but he definitely felt it - felt you - when he pulled out. You were so tight and warm and he knew he needed to be careful before he lost himself.

He went slow, rocking in and out of you. It began to feel better but you weren’t expecting to come, knowing it wasn’t likely that you’d come your first time.

He sped up a bit and was biting his lip, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He angled his hips a little differently, hitting a spot that made you gasp loudly and he froze. “What happened? What’d I do?” he asked, breathing heavily.

“Nothing, that just felt really good,” you told him, surprised.

A slow grin formed on his lips. “Where was it?” he asked, beginning to move his hips again.

It took a few seconds but he finally hit the spot again. “Right there?”

“Yeah,” you gasped out.

He nodded, a whole new level of determination in him. He held off his orgasm, focusing on trying to get you to come. He knew the chances were slim but he was gonna try until he couldn’t hold off anymore.

Your legs wrapped around his waist

And your hand had left his, instead gripping the sheets. You felt the knot forming in your stomach again, your breath shallowing. Achie felt you quivering around him. “Are you close?” he asked gruffly.

You nodded. “Yeah, I think so,” you said.

“Me too,” he responded, burying his face in your neck and leaving sloppy kisses. “Just let go.”

You nodded and it took a few more thrusts before your hands flew to his hair, your nail scraping his scalp as you cried out, seeing stars. It wasn’t as powerful as your first one but it felt just as good.

As you came down, you felt Archie’s thrusts get sloppier. You tried moving your hips to meet his thrusts but you weren’t even sure what you were doing, so you gave up. You grabbed his face, trying to kiss him but he stilled inside of you, his forehead falling to yours. His eyelids lowered and his jaw slacked, a deep groan leaving his throat as he filled the condom.

He almost fell on top of you, but thought otherwise the last second and fell beside you. He took off the condom, tossing it away before getting up and heading to the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth and laid down beside you again, cleaning you up the best he could. He fought his smile when you twitched a little, still sensitive from your orgasm.

“So you don’t regret it?” He questioned, bringing the blanket over the two of you. He pulled you to him, you resting your head on his chest.

“Not at all,” you answered honestly. “Though, I might later when I wake up sore,” you joked.

He chuckled. “What do you wanna do now?” he murmured, running his fingers through your hair.

“A nap sounds amazing,” you admitted with a tired giggle.

“I love you Archie” You made sure the boy was aware of just how strong your feelings were for him.

“I love you too, Y/N” he replied. It wasn’t long before he heard your soft snores and he was able to be as giddy as he wants, glad that you finally trusted him enough to be with him.

Hopefully this was good enough for you guys, please please please leave more requests because I really enjoy writing, I will do all characters from Riverdale and all characters from Teen Wolf c:


Warnings: Swearing and smut.

A/N: Here’s part 2 to It Hurts . I hope you guys like it! 

The car ride home was you crying, Alex not knowing what to do, and your heart breaking as you thought about losing Jeff. Your brother helps you inside and you’re glad that your dad isn’t home. He would only make this worse, hounding you to find out who hurt his little girl.

“Go back to the party,” you tell Alex. “Go have fun.”

He protests, worried about you. You assure him that you’ll be fine. “I just… I just want to be alone for a little while.”

  He’s still hesitant, but finally he agrees. “Alright,” he sighs. “Call me if you need me, I mean it. I’ll come home.”

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I feel it coming

Request: “Can you do a Dom!Bucky fic with a shy reader who is insecure about sex and Bucky ends up treating her really sweetly but maintaining dominance?”

Pairings: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings; Language, SMUT, oral male and female receiving, penetration, Dom!Bucky, kinky things, a lot of SIN

Your are tipsy. That’s the only explanation for be having a fit of laughter seeing Thor imitate Tony. 

- HA HA very funny, really - Tony is pissed, you can tell, but that only makes the poor interpretation of Thor funnier - Okay hammer man, you win

- Of course I win! - Thor, accepting his victory as humbly as ever

Moments like these, were you all are just enjoying the company of the others are the ones you want to treasure for the rest of your life. After asking for some pizzas and opening some bottles of wine you are all spread over the couchs on Tony’s living room.

Standing up from the couch he was ocuping Tony is the first one of the Avengers who leaves the party and try to find some sleep after a particulary rough mission.

- Would be okay, you two? - with a half smile Steve ask to you and Bucky, the only ones who are in the living room besides him yet.

- Of course, go get some sleep Cap - you assure him

- See you tomorrow morning to run, pal? - Steve asks to his best friend

- Yep, five o’clock downstairs - he responds with a yawn

With a last wave of his hand Steve leaves Bucky and you alone in the big living room of the Stark tower. You play with the hems of your sweater (Bucky’s sweater, in fact) while looking at the handsome profile of your boyfriend. His features are enlighted by the mortecine light of the TV, his blue eyes bright even in half darkness and his arm resting protectively around your waist.

- If you keep staring at me like that I’d blush, doll - he says tearing his eyes away from the tv

- Mmh, sorry - The heat comes to your cheeks. Damn, you are always blushing around him, you can’t help it. Even now that you are officially together you still sometimes feel insecure around him, not that he has told you anything to feel that way but… you just can’t help it. He’s so perfect.

- I didn’t say I mind - he chuckles lowering his head to capture your lips with his

Waves of electricity run through your body at the simple contact of his lips pecking yours, it has always been like that since the first kiss. This man does things to you. 

Later, you will blame it to the alcohol runing through your veins but when Bucky is about to break the kiss you lift your hands onto his cheeks to hold him in place while you deepen the kiss. He seems surprised at first but quickly recovers and corresponds with fearous intensity, moving also his torso to face you. 

You shudder a little when his hands find your knees and force your legs to open wider so he can fit himself in between them. At the same time he bites softly your bottom lip to insert his warm tongue in your mouth, which you accept eagerly. You are slowly falling over the soft cushions of the couch with Bucky on top of you, never breaking the kiss, feeling how his big hands caress the bare skin of your legs. 

You let out a soft moan when he squeeze your ass with the hand his not using to support his weight and it seems to break the spell he was immersed. Suddenly he breaks the kiss looking at you with wide eyes

- Fuck. Sorry doll - he starts to move away from you - I didn’t meant to push… - you cut him grabing his collar and sealing his lips with yours

- Just… - you whisper feeling your cheeks blush again - Keep doing it 

Bucky, hovering over you, stares blanky at you for a solid minute and, when you are mentally deciding to which part of Sibera you are gonna run to hide in embarrassement, a slow wide grin appears on his face. The air in the room changes and all your senses comes to life seeing how his blue eyes spark in anticipation.

- Well well… - he purrs placing a stray lock behind your ear - I think I will be able to satisfy all your wishes, doll

Before you can say a word, Bucky stands up abruptly dragging you with him

- We need more privacy - he winks at you while carrying you until your shared bedroom

Once in there, again on your feet, you feel all your previous daring fade being replazed by shyness. The big figure of Bucky approach slowly to you and, by some reason, the expression on his face makes you feel aroused and afraid at the same time. 

Tenderly, he places his hands at both of your cheeks and ducks his head to capture your lips in the most caring way infunding you new confidence.

- If you are not comfortable or just want to stop anytime - he says above your parted lips - just tell me and I’ll stop immediately, okay doll? - you nod extremelly thankful of having him as a boyfriend. He chuckles - I’m gonna need you to use words Y/N, tell me, are you okay with that? 

- Y-Yeah Bucky - your voice small

- Good girl - he says approvingly and his grave voice makes you shudder - Turn your back to me, darling - his eyes dark with lust

Swalowing with your mouth suddenly dry, you do as command feeling his presence in your back close enough to feel his warm but not enough for him to touch your needy skin.

- Hands on the wall, beatiful - he whispers on your ear sending shivers all over your spine

You do as he told you placing hesitant your hands on the cold wall trying to get a hint of what’s happening behind you. His hands reach your hips while his lips caress the half exposed skin of your collarbone, sucking and biting. You gasp when one of his hands finds the end of your sweatshirt and explores the covered skin of your belly, making his way painfully slow until your breasts.

- Hands up - he growls and your body reacts immediately allowing him to get ride of the garment, as soon as the sweater goes off of you, you put your hands again on the wall. - Such a good girl - he praises you placing his hands in your skin again - Just for that I won’t tease you…not too much, at least - he chuckles darkly and you can’t hold back a moan when his hands massage your breasts over your bra

Setting aside your hair Bucky makes a wet path of kisses all over your nape and neck arriving at your ear lobe and biting softly at it while his fingers make his way under your bra, finding your already hard nipples

- Oh God - you moan when the friction becomes too much. Your back arches desperate for him to do something and your ass rub againts Bucky’s already hard cock earning a deep growl from him - Bucky… please do something

Breathing heavily on your ear he slides a hand trough your abdomen reaching your jeans and unbuttoning them professionaly while his other hand makes placement around your neck, not pressing too hard, just keeping your head steady on his chest. At this point you have given yourself totally to the man behind you and you will willingly pray for him to ease the pain that’s placed in your crotch.

At a turtorious pace his long fingers slide on your underwear massaging around your sensitive spot, but not quiet touchig it.

- Buck…. - you whine and he hushes you not rushing himself at any moment, just enyojing the frustrated sounds he’s making you do. You nearly cry when finally one of his fingers brush your clit making your back to slam againts his cock in need. 

Mercilessly he repeats the action adding more fingers and more friction and taking you to the edge. You gasp for air when his middle finger open your folds and slides over your already soaking wet cunt.

- Holy shit doll! - he grunts - You are so wet, so good - his hips make an unvoluntary pounding movement while he masturbs you, as if imagining himself burying his hard length in to your tight walls.

- Bucky pleaseee - you whine, you need him to do something… anything! But now. Harshly he undo your jeans and free your neck so he can put them out of you. You feel the urge to replace his hand with yours in your suddenly lonely clit -  Hands.On.The.Wall  - but his gruffy voice contains you to do so. You hear the bastard chuckle when you whine.

Kneeled behind you he takes your jeans and panties off of your legs and your head miss the support of his chest when your neck give up feeling his calloused hands making his way though your thighs until your now exposed cunt.

- God, you’re gorgeous - you hear him mutter 

You are not prepared for the overwhelming feeling of his warm tongue licking your clit from behind and your fingers curl over the flat surface of the wall trying to find some support. His wet tongue caress your folds cleaning all your juices  

You tremble when he repeats the action one time, and another, making you a moaning mess, if wasn’t by his hands firmly planted on your hips you would be rocking againts him, too lost in the feeling to be ashamed of your ways.

- Buck I’m gonna…. - you try to warn him that your orgasm is close just for him to tear away from you making you gasp in surprise.  

- You’ll come when I’ll tell you to, doll - you want to protest but it dies on your troath when he rubs his hard cock over your buttocks imititating the love making. 

Bucky gives a last squeeze to your tits before freeing them from your bra and making you turn around. The kiss he gives to you is nearly enough to make you come undone, all teeth and tongue. You can’t help but grab on to his forearms for dear life while he devastates your mouth.

- The things I would do to that mouth… - he growls looking at your parted lips. He stares at you for a second searching for some kind of disapproval and, when he doesn’t find any, he smiles filthly - Come here - You let him guide you to the bed where he sits with his legs wide open - Kneel, princess - he orders. You obey. - I want those sweet lips around my cock - you feel a spur of fire straight to your core at his words

- Yes, Sir - you purr and he moan at your lustful gaze. 

Licking his lips in anticipation he observes how you slowly duck your head until his throbing cock. Licking your own lips to wet them your touch in the most softly way his head making his hips to jerk at the sudden feeling. You bit your inner cheek trying to contain the smile which’s forming on your lips seeing how much you affect him. With renewed confidence you make a long lick to his prominence capturing with your lips as well the pre-cum that goes out of him. 

All his body tense at your action making the veins of his collarbone more prominents and his cheeks to flush, you look up to meet his gaze absolutely focused on your lips, as if they were some kind of new marvelous animal specimen. You repeat the previous action, this time, adding more of his sensitive flesh in to your mouth and Bucky moan loudly grabing a fist full of your hair. 

- FUCK, doll…. Yeah so good… - spurred by his reaction you open your jaw wider and take him in to your mouth completely. Bucky let out a strangled sound and his thighs contracts involuntarily under your palms, who would have guessed that the Winter soldier would be so vocal when receiving an oral? You chuckle innerly.

Bobbing your head you take him on to your mouth one time and another playing also with your tongue, repeating the movement when you discover that caressing the strap big vein on the back of his cock makes him go wild. Bucky stretch your hair a little when you add your hands in to the game, playing with his already contracted testicles. You have even to contain your gagging impulse a couple times when he raise his hips lost in pleasure.

- Stop  - he reaches for your forearms to lift you when he’s about to cross the frontier. You lick your lips, shinny with his precum and he moans filthtly before kissing you eagerly. While kissing he helps your legs surround his waist and you had to bite back a moan when you feel his hard cock pressed againts your abdomen, if he just moves a little… He helps your hips to move rocketing his thighs and you moan on his mouth needy for some kind of real friction.

- Spread for me, doll. I want you on your back, legs wide open - he says

Trembling a little under his intense gaze you do as told and put your back over the matress, covered with soft blakets. You open your legs not quiet secure with showing yourself so much but soon all your worries fade out under the loving look of him. 

- Look at you doll. I could eat you alive and I wouldn’t get enough - he hovers over you, full erect and you gulp nervous. - Hey - he forces your chin so you are looking at him straight to the eyes - Do you remember what I told you, right?

- Yeah  - you nod, blushing

- What I told you princess? - he pecks your lips 

- That, we can stop anytime - he nods smiling

- You want to stop? - asks tenderly

- Fuck, No - you say rotundly and he laugh out loud

- Okay doll - Bucky ducks his head to kiss your bare nipple making you moan - I want you to tell me when you are about to come, okay? - you nod - Don’t come until I told you so - you gulp.

Leaving soft kisses all over your breasts Bucky plays with your nipples before he makes a path until your already sensitive cunt. Your head smash on the matress when his tongue finds again your sweet spot, not giving you any chance to contain the loud moan that scapes your lips.

- GOD, Buck..!! Yes… please - you are a mess while his lips sucks at your clit and his tongue draws fire patterns on your folds. You know how wet he’s making you just by the sounds that are echoing in the room besides your moans and your hard breathing.

Sooner than you are proud of, in your your lower abdomen, forms a heat pool that threaten to send you over the edge any time soon. There’s nothing on this world that you want more than jump through the edge guided by Bucky’s mouth, but you know that you need to ask permission first.

- Bucky I’m gonna….

- No - he says breaking the contact just enough to asnwer

- Buuck - you whine half crying. All your body is screaming you to give up to the pleasure  - I can’t I-I– BUCKY - your hands had made a steel anchor on his brown locks and your legs are squirming uncontrollably under him - I’M GONNA…

You scream when he tears his precious mouth away from you just a second before you reach you big end. He makes his way up to your lips kissing the same path he did when going down on you until reach your mouth and kisses you. You taste yourself on him.

- On your four - his gruff voice says. You turn yourself over quickly. 

You moan when his hands help you find the position by lifting your ass until his cock

- Don’t come until I allow you - he says in your ear and waits

- Yes, sir - you respond weakly

Your mouth makes a perfect “o” shape when his hard member makes his way in to your cunt, burying slowly into you, allowing to everyone of your nerve endings to analize the pleasure.

- Holy shit doll - he groans behind you - You are so tight - with a last whine he buries himself completelly into you and waits for your unspeaked permission to continue, which you give him by moving your hips againts his.

- James! - you scream when you feel the big presence in to you moving in and out of your pussy, wrecking havoc al your common sense - Oh My God, Yes… Yes… - you are a mess on his competent hands.

He is pounding into you at a devastating pace and you know that his fingerprints on your hips are gonna leave you covered for days. The familiar feeling on your abdomen takes place again and you cling on the sheets as a futile trying to contain the pleasure to overcome you.

- Bucky I can’t.. anymore… - you moan, your head spining with pleasure. Your eyes roll back when he ducks his head to bite your neck, then shooting the mark with his tongue. You can feel his strong torso rubing your back while he pounds mercilessly on to you, you are both covered in sweat and panting. 

- Hold on - he orders and you cry reconsidering on giving up. One of his hands leaves your hip to cover your soaked clit and starts to make circles over it. You tremble and whine trying to hold his forearm, it’s too much to hold without coming undone. 

- Come doll, come for me all over my cock - he growls and you don’t have to be told twice. After taking all the air your lungs are able to, you come around his throbing cock moaning his name out loud. The orgasm makes you see white and your ears to buzz and the hand of Bucky on your clit just extends the pleasure making you walls to keep milking him. 

Seeing you melting into his arms seems to be the last spurr Bucky needs because, just behind you, his orgasm waves over him making his hips to pound as deep as they can get and his cock to cover your inner walls in white.

Too tired to support himslef anymore he spins you around laying his back on the matress with you on top of him, breathing heavily. Still panting you surround his chest with your arms and smile softly pressing your cheek to his chest, just above his runaway heart. You feel his hands caress sotly your back trying to calm you down and him, as well. You look up to him

- Do you liked it, doll? - he asks, still out of breath after his orgasm

- Yeah Bucky - you kiss his sweated chest - And yo..?

- Awsome - he says, adoration on his voice. You both laugh feeling completely satisfied and content

After a few seconds of silence Bucky has already regained normal breathing, lucky supersoldier, and he leaves you for a second to reach something to clean up all he holy mess you have done.

Once you are fully cleaned and he has made sure that you are comfortable and happy, he lays again with you on the bed, fully prepared to achieve a night of sleep, free from nightmares as always that you sleep in his arms. You sigh contently cuddling around his chest

- Doll… - you hear him, nearly falling on your slumber

- Hmm? 

- I love you - he says with voice full of love

- I love you too - you use your last forces to kiss his smily lips before falling asleep lulled by the warm of the body of your beloved soldier.

A/N: I loved that request. Thank you

Also, sorry for the grammar mistakes, I’ll fix them later :)

Body Heat

Originally posted by registeredalien

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver) x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^^

Warnings: Kinda hate fucking?? Swears and choking

Rating: Explicit

A/N: I got two requests from anons: “Anon: Pietro and reader are constantly arguing and the avengers go camping, decide reader and pietro need to admit feelings and basically put them in any awkward situation they possibly can. Smut pls xx” and “Anon: Pietro smut. Literally just anything.

“What do you mean we have to share!?” Both you and Pietro shouted. Tony smirked, holding up his hands defensively.

“Hey, you two missed the sign ups.”

“What fucking sign ups!?” Pietro said, advancing closer. Tony took a step back, holding his arms out in front of him.

“They were on my office door, everyone knew about them.” You glared at Tony, tossing your bag in the tent. The Avengers thought that camping was a good idea. Steve said it was ‘well deserved r&r’. Easy for him to say, he doesn’t have to share a tent with someone that annoyed him to the point of anger.

You and Pietro were always arguing. He said you were too ‘stuck up’ and you think he’s too cocky and aggravating. On the surface, his attitude annoyed you, but really, you had woken up, panting and aching, after dreams of him so many times. It was embarrassing how much him smirking at you turned you on.

The first day went by as nicely as someone could hope in this situation. During that time, you came to realize something. Every single person on this trip was a couple. Tony and Pepper, Steve and Bucky, Nat and Bruce, Wanda and Vision, all sharing tents. Sleeping was hard. Not only was there barely enough room for Pietro to shove his over six foot frame into it, but it was not nearly wide enough for both of you to sleep in it. The entire time you had your back pressed against his and you hated how much you were enjoying the thick, hard muscles there. Despite the close proximity, he didn’t seem to completely hate it. Once you two were cramped in the tent, the arguments stopped and you guys just sat in sleepy silence. The one thing was, he snores. But it didn’t annoy you, on the contrary, you actually found it incredibly adorable. They were soft snores, not loud.

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Hello so I was wondering pretty please and a cherry on top with rose and her condition if you could write an imagine where Harry hears’s her trying to change the sheets and fix her accident because she’s embarrassed and he comforts her and helps her thankyou so much I hope this makes sense xxxx

It’s not a 6pm post, like I promised, but it’s close to that time so here you are!

So, for the last few days, I’ve had some pretty intense Dad!Harry feelings so this is a short, spur of the moment story that is based on the request above with teenage Rose and how she copes with the moment she has an unexpected accident through the night. 

A sweet and emotional moment between Harry and Rose which made me feel so weak inside at the thought. 

Enjoy. xx

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Only One - Jaehyun [3] (M)

A/N: Oh. My. God. I’m so sorry. Tbh I’m not very happy with how this turned out… my writer’s block was so bad like I was actually stressed writing this. I knew what I wanted to say but I was having a hard time putting it into words I guess… ughghgghghghgh I hope you guys like it anyways ;-;  hopefully part 4 will be less shitty *cries* [I didn’t even proofread jfc… I have a headache x_x] ffs i couldnt even come up with a decent title… my writing abilities have gone down the drain RIP im fired

-Admin Kay

Prologue  Pt 1  Pt 2 

[GIF Originally posted by wonwoosvt; added filter]

Part 3 - Say No

Genre: Smut, Angst

Rating R

(sexual content, language)

Word Count: 2,969

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Fall For You (Calum)

“But you love him!”. You pushed open your front door and sat down on the steps, staring out into the road. “Yea, I do, Ashton” you grumbled. Your friend sat down next to you. “Then why are you giving up?” he asked. “Because he’s given up” you replied, sadly. “He hasn’t though! Y/n, I am constantly with him, I know he hasn’t given up”. “Ashton, please” you sighed “This is already so hard. I can’t fix us”. Ashton was silent for a second, probably noting the tears welling up in your eyes, “You know. If you love someone then you just don’t give up on them”.

The boys were finally home from tour and you should have been excited, a month ago you would have been excited. They were some of your best friends, and you were dating Callum. But recently everything just seemed strained. The boys were always busy, you understood that, but Cal had always made time to call you or even just send you a good morning text. They were far and few between now. When you called him there was always some distraction on his end and he would tell you he’d “call back later”, which barely ever happened. And you were starting to feel like he was ignoring you altogether.

“Come over tonight” Ashton told you. The boys were having a party and, when you texted Luke saying that you wouldn’t be coming, Ashton had shown up at your house. “I’m not” you replied, refusing to look at him. “Y/n” Ashton groaned, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees and putting his face in his hands. “He wants to see you, you know” he said, his voice muffled by his hands. “He couldn’t even invite me himself” you nearly shouted, startling Ashton. “He thinks you’re mad at him” Ashton replied. “Well he’s right”.

You got up and turned to go back inside, hoping Ashton would take the hint and leave. But he followed as you stomped back in. “Leave” you practically growled, spinning around to face him. He grabbed you by the arms instead, “Just come over tonight. Give him one more chance”. “I can’t keep doing this” you told him with tears spilling down your face. “Just one more chance” Ashton said softly, pulling you in for a hug and letting you cry on his shoulder.

Ashton waited as you cleaned yourself up and got ready for the party. You were silent as you slid into the passenger seat of his car. “You’ll bring me home if I need to leave, right?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper. “Just say the word” he responded as he backed out of your driveway.

You shyly followed Ashton into the house. It was already crowded and friends kept coming up to welcome Ashton home and give you both hugs. Suddenly arms were wrapped around you and lifting you into the air. “Y/N! I missed you so much” Mikey shouted as he squeezed you. When your feet hit the ground Luke was standing next to you, holding a beer out. “I think you’ll need this” he said, handing it over. “Thanks” you said with a small smile. He leaned in to give you a hug. “Cheer up sweetheart” he mumbled as you clung to him.

You were following Ashton into the kitchen when you froze. Calum was across the room talking with a group of people. “Word” you said as you hit Ashton in the side. “Y/n” Ashton mumbled, rubbing his temple. You took a step back to hide yourself behind him. “Y/n. He is your boyfriend. Stop acting like you’re hiding from a wild animal” he said, not bothering to turn and look at you. “Ashton, I can not do this right now” you whispered, starting to feel anxiety gathering in the pit of your stomach.

You glanced up and saw Ashton nod. You peeked around him to see what was going on and saw Calum staring in your direction. “I need to get some air” you told him before you hurried away from the kitchen and out the back door. Ashton had started to call your name as you left but you noticed that he trailed off and had a feeling that it meant Cal was following you.

You leaned against the house, taking a sip of your beer then closing your eyes to focus on breathing properly. The noise from inside got louder when somebody else stepped outside. “Y/n?” your boyfriend called to you. You sighed and took another drink from your beer. It was so quiet with the door closed that you could hear him flick his lighter. When you looked up he was taking the first drag off a cigarette. He offered it to you and, while it was tempting, you looked down and shook your head silently.

“Remember when we would sneak away from parties together? We’d share cigarettes and continue to drink, just the two of us” he said, sounding nostalgic. In response you looked out at the tree in the yard that you used to sit under, laughing and sharing kisses, booze, and smokes. Calum walked over an nudged your shoulder. “I miss those days” he told you softly. “I bet I miss them more” you mumbled.

Calum took a step away from you and sunk down to sit on the stairs. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” he asked. “I can’t believe you even have to ask that” you sighed. Now it was his turn to take a deep breath. “I guess I don’t really have to ask” he said. “It’s because I am constantly away and I hardly talk to you, right?” he flicked the ash off his cigarette and stared at you expectantly.

“It’s more than that, Cal” you responded, shaking your head slightly. You sounded more sad than angry as you went on “I know you’re always busy. I knew that before we started dating. I knew that you would be away often. I knew it would be hard and I thought I could handle it. But I don’t know if I can. I fucking tried, Cal, I tried everyday. But a relationship requires communication and communication requires two people. You’re busy, I get that, but I just feel like you stopped trying, that maybe you had given up”. You sat down, still leaning against the house. “Calum, it was hard for me but I actually tried. I don’t even know if it was hard for you because we rarely talked. I was lonely. And being ignored didn’t help anything” you told him. You gave a sad laugh and stared at the beer in your hands “You know, when you didn’t call back I’d listen to Amnesia just to hear your voice” you admitted.

The response was silence and it felt like it would drag on for hours. You listened to the muffled noises from the party and thought about going to see if Ashton was sober or if you should just start walking home by yourself. “Fuck” you heard Calum whisper to himself. When you finally dared to look up you saw that he had his head in his hands, his cigarette had gone out but was still tucked between his two fingers, forgotten. You drank the last of your beer and set the cup down beside you. It was still quiet and you were unsure of what to do now that you had told him.

You heard shuffling as Calum got up and he nudged your knee with his when he sat down next to you. You curled in on yourself in response, wrapping your arms around your legs and resting your forehead on your knees. He remained silent and when you turned your head to look at him he was on his phone. Tears were blurring your vision, you turned away so if he looked up he wouldn’t see.

Music drifted up into your ears, not music from the party but music that the boy next to you was playing. “This is what I listened to” he said quietly. You recognized the song immediately, you had put it on repeat a few times when he was away. In an effort to prevent yourself from crying, like you always did during the song, you hugged your legs tighter and hid behind your hair.

The best thing about tonight’s that we’re not fighting
Could it be that we have been this way before?
I know you don’t think that I am trying
I know you’re wearing thin down to the core

You couldn’t fight back the sob that shook your body. Calum wrapped his arm around you and you leaned into him out of habit.

But hold your breath
Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you
Over again
Don’t make me change my mind

You gave up fighting the urge to cry. The song was perfect in that moment, they were the words, the promises, that you had been hoping to hear every time you called him. He set his phone down, music still coming from the speaker. “Babe..” he whispered as he pulled you in closer and held you against his chest as you cried. “I don’t want this to end, Cal. I don’t want us to end” you cried, gasping for air between your words. “Then don’t let it. I’ll try harder, I swear to you, I’ll try harder. I don’t want to lose you” he breathed the pact into your ear before kissing your temple. “A girl like you is impossible to find… I may have failed but I have loved you from the start” he echoed the song back to you. “Tonight will be the night I will fall for you over again” he added after a few seconds of silence.

Inspired by Fall for You by Secondhand Serenade

The Club

Summary: Sebastian and reader have a habit of teasing each other, but it finally gets the better of both of them

AN: This is my first ever smut so bare with, also this is what happens so please talk to me!! btw if this is shite tell me


Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

“Another vodka.” Your voice broke as you asked the barman, not realising a person was stood behind you.

“Not on the bourbon as usual then?” The deep voice asked, making the you spin around with such force the male had to catch you to stop you from falling.

When you looked up you had trouble figuring out who had caught you. But when the lights flashed you caught the sterling blue eyes that could only belong to Sebastian, the man you’d been having an on and off thing with for months, well if you could even call it a thing. It involved you both teasing the hell out of each other, leaving the other extremely irritable for the rest of the day.

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Bioware Men - The Kissing Edition (updated) (Long)

(Author’s Note: I know I haven’t gotten ALL the Bioware men, but I’m working on it! (I’m missing Sebastian, but only because I really need to go mom up and take the kids to the library.) The Men of the Inquisition will end up here eventually. Er, once I actually finish the game.

As always, major props to my betas, Galleywinter and Zeroredemption!)

Kaidan is intense; lips, hands, every sense trained on you as if memorizing you through osmosis. His hunger is leashed, contained with the ruthless control that saw him through his first tour on the Normandy. He can’t contain it for long, though - not anymore, not after all this time, and all that formidable focus is entirely tactile, entirely on the task at hand, which is making you pant and writhe and scream until he can finally let himself trust that you’re real.

* * *

Alistair is reverent, worshipful; with him, a kiss is a paean to the Maker, a thing out of time and space. Delicate, as if he’s not sure quite what to do, or if you’ll disappear if he’s too quick, too harsh, or if his hands stray. But the strong, sword-calloused hands that won’t go below your waist are trembling, and his reverent mouth quickly heats to almost clumsy hunger, as if he wants to absorb you into himself where he can safeguard you from everything that’s coming.

* * *

Carth is rusty, as if he hasn’t kissed anyone in years and isn’t too sure he should be doing it now. His kiss is angry and hard, but he’s hungry, too…. so hungry for you. His hands bite into your shoulders, and he’s trembling; you’re honestly not sure if it’s from grief or rage or desire. Maybe he doesn’t know either. His Force presence is a whirl of so many things, but it’s your name on his lips as they follow the line of your jaw, your name he groans when your hips meet and rock together.

* * *

Zevran kisses like he kills; with skill, flair, and a certain amount of showmanship. He smiles against your throat, catlike and smug, whispers charming obscenities and flatteries in that exotic Antivan accent of his, until you’re drunk on him, everything about him. But when you kiss him back, that’s when that practiced smile starts to slide off his face. That’s when his golden eyes heat, when the lean muscles under your hands tense, when you can taste honesty mingled with desire on his tongue.

*  *  *

James is tequila-flavored adrenaline when he finally lets go and just takes your mouth like he takes every other military objective, all power and purpose and driving need. His big body is hot against yours, all muscle and undeniable strength; you knew he wanted you like hell burning even before he pulls you tight into him, lean hips surging into the cradle of yours as if he’s already inside you. His kiss might everything you expected, but you never dreamed how soft his lips were, or how the velvet brush of his shorn hair against your fingers made want pool inside you, hot and liquid and quivering.

* * *

Joker Moreau is stunningly physically restrained when he kisses. But where he’s physically cautious, his mouth is anything, anything but. The things he whispers against your neck, the low, hot whispers of a lover about your skin, your scent, the feel of you, what he’s imagining doing to you, how long he’s watched you, wanting you… His commentary is all spiced with a generous helping of his trademark snark and punctuated by the kisses of a man who is truly gifted. Joker can turn a simple kiss into an act of blazing eroticism - precise, probing, mimicking everything he wants to do to you, with you, in you with just his tongue, until you’re shuddering against him, locking your fingers into the back of his pilot’s chair and moaning into his mouth in helpless surrender.

* * *

Garrus doesn’t kiss, not like a human does, but there’s something stunningly, suggestively erotic in the way his eyes hold yours as he leans down and presses his forehead to yours. He’s humming - a low, subvocal intonation that gets into the marrow of your bones and liquifies it, until his hands, his arms, the look in his unfairly blue eyes are the only things holding you up… until they’re not, and you discover that Garrus is very, very good at calibrating things other than firing algorithms.

*  *  *

Everything about Zaeed is hard lines and gravel - he’s the first to tell you his good looks were lost long ago, and he has the voice of a seasoned soldier, rough from too much battlefield smoke and way too many nights in a cigar-fumed nightclub. So it’s a complete surprise that he touches you with such care, tracing the curve of your skull, tangling your hair in his fingers as if he’s savoring the texture, leaning close to sample the scent at the hollow of your throat. The way he kisses is a surprise, too, all delicacy and finesse, and very, very thorough, until you feel like he’s mapped every nerve ending you have and is taking his sweet time about lighting them all on fire, one after another, with a lazy mastery that’s as arousing as it is irritating.

* * *

Fenris is equal parts desperation and fear. His kisses almost snarl with impatience, as if he’s been waiting years to let loose, let go. To have you. To have something in his life that’s just for him, and from the way his hands are moving over you, mapping you, that’s just what he’s thinking. Where his mouth is clumsy, his hands, all clever fingers and sharp gauntlets, are not, daring to claim every inch of you, daring you to claim him back. When you do, he growls low in his throat, and he snarls something in Arcanum that could be a curse or a prayer or a threat to the Maker not to take you away from him before he can steep himself in you, sate himself on you, bury himself so deeply in you that nothing in Thedas can untangle what the two of you have become.

* * *

Thane is decadence; leashed, lethal, and elegant, and that’s the way he kisses, too, as if a single, simple kiss is the equivalent of a hundred acts of simple carnality. His mouth, so delicately scaled and lush, is your lodestone. Your world spins around his axis as he kisses you with exquisite eroticism, committing you to memory with lips and tongue. You’re hazily aware that he could break you in a dozen ways and you’d never feel it, but you’re even more aware that he could make you erupt in a dozen more, and you’d never forget it. And neither would he.

* * *

Steve Cortez is precision, soft-spoken but devastatingly thorough in his exploration of your mouth, your jawline, your neck as you let your head fall back against the cool metal exterior of the shuttle. You can’t get your breath, you just can’t, but when you do, the air tastes like him. Like chicory coffee and determination, like love. Like home. And you can’t help it, can’t help but respond, hands streaking paths of want up his back, feeling the flex of muscle as he shudders, leans into you. You get a little equilibrium back by the time you’re cupping the back of his head, the lean planes of his cheeks, and you meet his precision with your fire. You kiss him back, letting him know with tongue and teeth and muted moans that you refuse to lose him every bit as much as he refuses to lose you.

* * *

Jacob is honesty; there’s honest admiration in his eyes as he looks at you, honest desire in the strong hands that slide from yours up to your shoulders, pulling you into a lazy, seductive dance around the cabin. Honest desire on his tongue when he finally kisses you, managing to tease, to seduce, to woo you for only a moment before honesty takes him, too, and you’re both trembling, both seeking out skin hidden by clothing, seeking to share vulnerabilities. And then it’s honesty of a different sort when you tumble to the bed, wrapped around each other as if you can each shield the other from everything outside this room.

* * *

Anders is hunger and loneliness and longing all wrapped up in a kiss that tastes faintly of lyrium and a faint, exotic tingle that can only be Fade energy. He crowds you against the wall, lean body hard against yours, trembling hands framing your face, fingers tangling in your hair as if he needs to have all of you, right here, right now, as if you’re going to be ripped away from him at any second. When you wrap your arms around him to soothe, he shudders, and his kiss changes to something dangerously erotic, all hot lips and bold tongue and aching hunger, as if this is it, this is the act entire, and he can bring you both to completion with just this….

* * *

Nathaniel is hard - hard lines, hard, sinewy muscle, hard, calloused hands on your skin, hard lips against the back of your neck, hard flesh against the curve of your backside as he presses against you. His voice is hard, too; aristocratic accent wrapping easily around base words as he whispers what he wants to do with you, wants you to feel when he does them. But for all his hard edges, he’s soft, too, and it shows in the brush of his hair against your throat as he bends to taste your collarbone, in the stroke of his tongue, warm and wet on your shoulder. His archer’s precision shows when he moves to map your spine from bottom to top with a chain of tiny kisses that leave no skin unworshipped, when his hands slide between your legs, pressing where you burn hottest for him. Your head falls back against his shoulder, and when you shudder,  so does he, and you know then what his restraint is costing him.

Red Lipstick in the Kitchen

Prompt fill for @jilljennings10. Sorry it took so long!!

21. 3:28am
85. Red lipstick

Not betaed. Read at your own risk :-)


Kara awoke with a start. The sound of loud knocking echoed in her alien ears. Rolling over, she checked the clock. 3:28 am. She rushed out of bed, fumbling to get her glasses on as she came out into the living area.

The knocking continued as Kara threw open the door. Her eyes went wide at the sight before her. Cat Grant. Cat Grant in a black dress, slit up to her thigh. Cat Grant in a black dress, slit up to her thigh, wearing impeccably applied red lipstick. She was leaning against the door frame, a satisfied smirk on her face.

Kara realized she was gawking and snapped her mouth shut. “Uh, uh, Ms. Grant,” she stuttered, “I, uh, I thought you had the gala tonight.”

Cat pushed off the doorframe and stepped into Kara’s space. Kara quickly stepped back, intimidated. Once she was inside the apartment, Cat closed the door and reclined against it, holding the knob.

“I did,” Cat responded. “But the gala’s over and I don’t want to go home.”

Kara’s sensitive olfactory nerves picked up the faint scent of bourbon and she quickly asked, “Have you been drinking, Ms. Grant?”

“Of course I’ve been drinking.”

Cat stood up straight and Kara stiffened. Slowly walking an imaginary tight rope, Cat began stalking toward Kara. The young superhero swore she felt all the strength drain from her body at the seductive look in Cat’s eyes. Cat was always beautiful, but right now all Kara could think was that she looked so, so sexy.

The closer Cat came, the more Kara tried to back up. She felt the small of her back hit the kitchen counter and she knew she was out of places to run. She’d never been more captivated and more afraid in her whole life.

A second later, Cat’s body was brushing against hers and Kara’s head started swimming as Cat’s breath puffed lightly against her face. Slight arms came to Kara’s sides, slipping around to grasp the counter behind Kara, pinning her in place.

They were so close together and their gazes locked. Despite the alcohol, Cat’s eyes were bright and clear and completely focused on Kara. If either one of them moved only a few inches, their lips would surely touch.

“Ms. Grant,” Kara whispered, “what are you doing?” Kara’s eyes closed and all she could feel was Cat, all she could smell was Cat, and all she could hear was Cat.

While her eyes were still closed, the softest lips ghosted across her jaw line. Kara inhaled sharply at the gentle contact. Then Cat’s nose nuzzled the shell of her ear and Kara unconsciously leaned into the touch.

“Cat…” Kara tried to get more words out, but the tingles pulsing through her prevented her from talking.

The other woman spoke in a voice low with seduction. “Tell me you haven’t wanted this and I’ll walk back out that door.” Her lips pressed to the spot just under the hinge of Kara’s jaw and Kara adjusted to give her free access.

“You know I can’t say that,” Kara whispered, unable to open her eyes.

Then Cat’s hands left the counter top and lifted to rest on either side of Kara’s ribcage and she placed agonizingly slow kisses at Kara’s neck.

Cat’s breath was on Kara’s mouth. “No more lies.” She reached up and easily pulled Kara’s glasses from her face. At that, Kara forced her eyes open in time to watch Cat toss the glasses aside and they slid across the counter. Their eyes met and Cat said, “No more games.”

Before Kara had a chance to respond, Cat pressed a passionate and wanting kiss to her mouth. Kara had always imagined their first kiss as slow and soft, but this was better than anything she had fantasized about. She wrapped her arms around Cat’s waist and pulled her close until not even the air separated them.

They kissed with open mouths and pushing tongues, quickly getting lost. Kara’s hands moved over the skin exposed by the backless dress Cat was wearing. Cat fanned her fingers over Kara’s torso under her shirt and the closeness was intoxicating.

Kara tore her mouth from Cat’s and moved to suck lightly at her neck. Pressing her tongue to Cat’s pulse point, Kara felt how hard the woman’s heart was beating.

A soft, “Kara,” escaped Cat’s lips and she shifted her hands from under Kara’s clothes to around her strong shoulders.

Kara came to bring their mouths back together. They kissed hard and deep, months, even years of suppressed desire coming to the surface.

The roughness soon gave way to tenderness as the two women began peppering one another with sweet kisses. Foreheads touching together, Cat brought her fingers to splay over Kara’s cheeks. Kara’s hands stayed on Cat’s hips.

Kara pulled back to look at her. She was gorgeous with swollen lips and smudged lipstick. Kara reached up to run her thumb just under Cat’s bottom lip, removing part of the smudging. She smiled slowly at Cat, who smiled slowly back.

Kara quietly asked her, “Do you want me to take you home?”

“I told you, I don’t wanna go home.” Cat kissed Kara’s mouth again, lingering there. They stood in Kara’s kitchen, holding one another close.

“You’ve been drinking,” Kara reminded her. “I don’t want you to wake up here and regret it.” Even the thought of Cat wishing she could take this back was heart wrenching to Kara. She’d waited so long for this.

“I’ve been drinking,” Cat drawled. “I’m not drunk.” Another kiss on Kara’s mouth. “And I won’t regret it.” She met Kara’s eyes, her gaze boring into them. “I could never regret it.”

Kara slowly nodded. “Okay.” Holding up a finger, she playfully said, “But we’re sleeping.”

“Hmm,” Cat hummed her agreement. “I may be a little unsteady on my feet.”

“I can help with that.” Kara bent down to easily scoop Cat into her arms, cradling her close.

Cat nestled into Kara. “We can kiss some more.” It wasn’t a question and Kara smiled at the playful tone.

Kara took her time walking back to her bedroom. She loved the feeling of holding Cat like this.

As she used her foot to close the door behind her, she laughed as Cat quietly jested, “My hero.”