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While The Boys Are Away | Bobby [M]

Originally posted by sugutie

Anonymous said: Could I request a smut bobby? Where it’s your first time sleeping together? Thank you!

Anonymous said: can I request Bobby smut where you guys have been dating for a while and have the first time at his dorm when no ones over but nearly get caught at the end💜

Warning: Fluffy smut. Oral, cunnilingus, and very vanilla sex.

Word Count: 3,266


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Cocky (Jungkook College AU) Part 3

Originally posted by sugutie

Jungkook x Reader AU

a/n: HEYA wowoow okayyyyy so I have been extremely busy for a long time now and gave myself a social media break!!!!! but now my schedule is okay and i’m back! I should have given some kind of pre-warning I guess but I forgot to and I’m really sorry :c

genre: university/college au, S M U T (this is legit filthy i h8 myself i need to bathe in holy water AND SO DO U) fLufFy at the end !!

word count: 2.1k

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Masterlist


“That’s it? You’re fucking joking, right. You’re kidding.”

His lips twitched at your use of swear word, but he kept his devilish grin. “Yep. Ask her, if you have to.”

You shuddered thinking about Jungkook and your teacher in the same compromising position you’d been in just moments ago. “No thanks.”

“Anyway.” He unfolded his arms and slinked back into where he had been before, his lips just centimetres from yours. “I believe this is where we left off?”


The inside of your mouth went dry. The sexual tension that had built between the two of you over the past couple of hours had grown so thick, neither of you moved, a silent conversation sparking. His grip on your waist tightened as he watched your bottom lip catch in your teeth, fighting your inner battle as to not give into him so easily. You let it go and swiped your tongue across your parched lips, staring at his own that were oh-so close to yours.

You let out a shaky breath. “Jungk-”

He cut you off as he lunged forwards, smashing his lips against yours forcefully. The sudden movement of his lips on yours made your nerves cry out, but you ignored it, the passion sparking you on. You let out a quiet mewl as his hands ghosted down your lower back and grabbed your ass harshly, your core rubbing against the rough material of his jeans.

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Ride With Me (Part 9)

PAIRING: readerxbuckybarnes au

WORD COUNT: 3.1K

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of cheating and breakups…..smut..SMUT 

*(Y/N) and Bucky come clean about their past relationships, paired with Clint’s famous whiskey anything could happen. 

You asked for smut and you shall receive smut! As always feedback is greatly appreciated! 

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GIF NOT MINE (although I am so here for it)

The image of Bucky leaning against his bike taking a long drag of his cigarette would forever be burned into your long-term memory, as you rounded the corner you were greeted with the glorious and erotic sight. You cataloged every detail his boots, the dark wash jean over his long thick legs. The red Henley peaking out from his leather jacket made your libido purr with pleasure. Then you remembered why he was sat outside your apartment at 1 am, your drooling mess of female hormones was quickly replaced with the monster of anger and jealous. She growled throwing obscene gestures while smacking your libido as she made kissy faces at him. Bucky looked up at the sound of your heeled boots hitting the pavement as the raging war of hormones battled in your brain.

“Hey” he greeted, stomping out the cigarette. You nod for him to follow you up; your mind was racing with a thousand questions as you both climbed the stairs. Throwing open the door you rummaged through your bag pulling out the bottle of whiskey, discarding you bag by the entrance you walked swiftly to the kitchen.  You listen as Bucky closed the door behind him as you pulled out two whiskey glasses. You re-entered the living room gesturing for him to sit.

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Model!Yuri and Photographer!Otabek
Happy belated birthday @makariaartsabout :D
Happy Birthday, Yuri Plisetsky, you angry, russian nugget.

Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

AO3

Otabek had never planned to go into fashion photography, but as fate would have it, he has an eye for camera angles that fashion magazines highly favor. Now he’s done this so many times that it’s second nature.

He already has his cameras and lenses set up behind him, the preliminary camera in hand. He focuses the lens on the lights, on the background, on the people milling about, on the clothing that hangs on the racks around. Snaps a few pictures here and there. He likes having images of the setting for himself, to remember where he was, how he’s progressing and where he’s going.

As he clicks through the photos, he pauses to zoom in on the fabric. A wide variety of tacky, overdone animal prints. He grimaces. He’s seen some bad fashion in his time in the industry, but this one is definitely high on the list of things he’d never wear. How could anyone look good wearing what looks like dead, dyed animal skin?

With a sigh, he lowers the camera. A door opens off to the right and he hears one of the managers ushering the model in. Otabek tilts his head backs and hopes for a model who will listen, who will take his non-verbal queues and cooperate. He’s not a talkative photographer and works better when the models understand that.

“If you’ll just head over to the–”

“I know where the fuck to go.”Otabek grits his teeth. Great. A model with an attitude. He doesn’t think this shoot with last.

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Mixed up relationship (daveed x reader)

{a/n: so this started as a fic that would be angsty but turned into kink filled smut…also its daveed so like…yeah…um enjoy you filthy sinners}

Warnings: SMUT! Daddy kink, choking, Daveed being the sex God he is, sexxxxxx!

Tapping your pen against your desk, you sighed, no lyrics came, sometimes you wished you had daveeds talent of words, you closed your notebook, grabbing your phone, clicking it open, you had quite a few texts from various friends
‘Um..daveeds new podcast interview is up… maybe don’t listen to this one…they sort of talked a whole lot about you and daveeds very….quote mixed up relationship end quote’ sighing you rolled your eyes, it wasn’t uncommon for a tweet or a passing conversation to be thrust into your face of how very odd people found the fact daveed was dating as one person said ‘a stale piece of white bread’ nice, but people were always like that when the person they love starts dating someone who isn’t them, and it was maybe one person two at worst, for you things seemed fine, and daveed never hid his affection for you, never let people’s words sway how he felt, he had the attitude of a stoned brick, calm, collected and can not be swayed easily. You looked at your texts more from friends about the podcast, and a few about his morning radio interview about the upcoming EP clipping was about to drop. Before too long you found yourself sitting at your laptop, headphones on and hitting play on the podcast, they hosts sounded nice and made you laugh, when daveed came in the questions seemed to turn, many had learned of the split between him and his ex, it wasn’t messy, it was just a natural thing, people shift and move apart, with clipping and acting jobs, daveed was pretty much a Skype boyfriend, you didn’t mind, and neither did his ex, but they had decided, time had run its course. But five years is a long time, and in a seemingly too short period of time, you had become a staple in daveeds twitter and instagram, a few snap story take overs had many wondering where you popped up from, sighing you listened to them talk.
‘So mister daveed diggs, I hear someone new has captured that heart of yours’ you smiled hearing daveeds laugh knowing the flushed smile on his face well,
‘Yeah, she’s…she’s amazing, she makes life very interesting, many clipping songs have come from things her brain has spit out’ you laughed shrugging he wasn’t wrong many times you had no word vomit filter on your brain.
‘Yes, well people have been shouting at us, about the very mixed up relationship, seeing as you stared as Jefferson in Hamilton, the barrier breaking musical, people seem to see this as you sort of slamming a giant sort of white stamp on things’ you sat up turning the volume up slightly
‘I don’t know about that, i wouldn’t say our relationship is mixed up per say’ one of the hosts laughed
‘People said, that this was you conforming to the standard set back in the day, and many listeners say you should find a strong woman of color to keep breaking the world’s barriers, in music and stage and life’ you hit pause sighing. It wasn’t uncommon for people to say stuff like that, many woman at restaurants or bars, seeming to think you could never be daveeds actual girlfriend, and even when he says you are, they never fail to give their number with a comment of ‘when you see the light call me’ you never let it get to you, ever, but some days you felt bad…bad that you weren’t the one people wanted daveed with, sighing you shut your laptop standing. It was quiet in the apartment just you and soccer, who currently was asleep on the couch feet up ears down
‘Well don’t you look comfy’ the only response was a snort from the dog, sighing you looked around the apartment, deciding to just go lay down for a while you tugged your Oakland hoodie off, pulling a loose tank top out, rolling your eyes as it also read in large print ‘oakland’ you tugged off your leggings feeling free again bending over to grab the clothes from the floor, yelping as arms circled your waist lips pressing against your shoulder as you stood still caged by very strong arms
‘Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,’ you laughed shrugging against his chest looking up towards him smiling as he leaned down pressing his lips to yours, he pulled back as you sighed leaning back against his chest feeling safe as he held you tightly
‘Mm can we like never leave this spot’ he laughed his chest vibrating against your back
‘I wish but the bed like five feet in front of us looks hella more comfy than standing’ you nodded as he uncaged you pulling his hoodie off, soon he was in sweats and leaning against the headboard arms open for you, smiling you climbed onto the bed, straddling him, his hands coming to rest just below your butt, looking up at you
‘So how was your day? Many exciting legal tour things?’ He laughed leaning his head against your stomach
‘Oh yeah so exciting as I signed so many documents my hand was going to fall off’ you laughed your hands moving through his curly mane of hair, scratching your nails against his scalp, he groaned happily as you did so
‘God I love it when you do that’ you smiled
‘Taught from my mom, any day can be made better by head scratches’ he smiled his hands moving up and down the back of your thighs soothingly as you hummed and played with his hair
‘So…I listened to some of that podcast you did’ he sighed pulling his head up to look at you eyes tired, you ran your thumbs under his eyes sighing
‘Yeah? I tried to get your friends to make sure you didn’t’ you sighed
‘I know, I got curious, i’m not like upset, I was, but I mean i’m used to those kinds of comments,’ he looked up at you eyes looking into yours, one hand coming up to hold your cheek
‘You shouldn’t have to be, people should just not worry who I fall in love with, who I write songs about,’ slowly he rose finally ending with you being flipped under him his hand moving down your neck and down your shoulder stopping to intertwine your fingers
‘Who I make scream till their voice is gone,’ his lips brushed against yours, causing your eyes to flutter shut, your breathing picking up slightly
‘Who I fuck till they can’t think or see straight let alone walk straight the next day,’ you whimpered slightly as his teeth grazed your pulse point his lips pressing against it feeling your pulse raise
‘Whose sounds make me want never leave this bed’ you opened your eyes as daveeds hands moved to your waist slipping under his tank top, slowly moving up until the shirt pooled right above your breasts, daveed ran a finger down over your bra, smirking
‘The one who if they went through my photo roll, would see the beauty of how very photo talented my girlfriend is, and how much she can make me go insane on tour’ you smirked as he leaned close before his lips took yours causing your back to arch into his chest, eyes closing as his hands moved to unhook your bra tossing it somewhere, you would find it later, his hand moved cupping your breast, his finger lightly circling your nipple, causing a small gasp to come out of your throat, he took his chance his tongue pushing in and dancing with yours, pulling back you whimpered looking up at him as he kissed his way down your body, kissing your breasts, before slowly kissing the beauty marks your clothes hid, his tongue ran down past your belly button stopping at the waistband of your panties, you watched him, breathing heavy as he hooked his thumbs into the band slowly pulling them down, his lips following down your right leg, tossing the panties for you to find later, he kissed up your left leg, his hand hooking under your thigh bringing it up to hang over his shoulder as he kissed your skin, biting softly, causing soft whimpers as he got closer to your core, his eyes held yours as he lowered his mouth down his tongue flicking against your clit as you inhaled sharply back arching hands flying to his curly hair tugging as he sucked it into his mouth his tongue circling it as you moaned, whimpering his fingers moved down before you felt him slowly push two into your entrance, pumping them slowly as he worked his tongue over you. You cried out as he brought the fire in your stomach closer to exploding, your fingers tugged his hair as he worked,
‘Da-fuck…daveed…i’m close please…please can…can I cum…please’ daveeds eyes found yours his eyebrow arching up his way to say no when his mouth was busy
‘Please oh god….daddy…daddy please I need to cum…please…please’ your legs shook as you held yourself back, he pulled back moving up his thumb moving to replace his tongue, eyes watching you like a lion hunting prey, lips moving down hot against your ear
‘Cum for daddy, let daddy hear how he makes you feel, cum all over daddy’s fingers’ you didn’t need any other words before you screamed out back arching as he finger fucked you through your orgasm, his lips kissing your neck, sucking a love bite into your skin, slowly he pulled his fingers out causing you to twitch, he pulled back looking at his fingers before sticking them in his mouth eyes shutting as he did
‘God, you taste like everything I have ever wanted’ you watched him as he slid off the bed tugging his sweats off, grabbing something from the top dresser, the foil wrapper falling as he turned crawling back up on the bed
‘Baby girl, daddy wants you to ride him, show him your pretty face when you fuck his cock’ you moaned nodding as you sat up slowly, he laid down as you moved to straddle him his hands coming to your waist before fully yanking your tank top off tossing it as you aligned yourself with his member, whimpering as you slid down on it, his hands tightened on your hips as he groaned,
‘Fuck, you feel so good around daddy’s cock’ you moaned as he helped you move your hips your, hands going to his chest to help steady you, his eyes never leaving your face as he moaned thrusting up to meet your hips, his head falling back
‘Fuck, daddy…’ he ran his hands up and down your waist as you moved your hips quickly,
‘Fuck, daddy, please, choke me’ he didn’t need to be told twice as his thrusts slammed into you his hand clamping around your throats as you moaned loudly
‘Fuck daddy’ he slammed up into you faster
‘Cum…right now, cum for me again, fuck let me see your face when daddy makes you cum’ you looked at him a mouth opening as you cried out cumming around his cock, your walls clenching around him, his thrusts became sloppy as he fucked you through your climax before finally groaning as he came, slowly thrusting to a stop, his hand moving from your neck to pull you down against his chest, his hand running down your back breathing heavy
‘Fuck I love you, no matter what people say,’ you smiled nodding weakly
‘I love you too, so much’ let’s just say you walked a little funny the next day and the love bite on your neck was not one daveed let you cover in his instagram posts.

Eat Your Veggies | Fluff x Humor

Tagging: @prettyprompto @stephicness @blindbae @themissimmortal @stunninglyignis @neko-otaku13 @zacklover24 @journalistfrominsomnia @insomniacapples @fieryfantasy @sweetchocobae@swabin10 @chocobropuffs @lady-asuka @cupnoodle-queen @lupanaoflaminar @waifuthewhite @diadyn @eternallydaydreaming2015 @shiroce @alicemoonwonderland @miss-scientia @misssarahdoll @mistressoli @roses-and-oceans @mandakatt @ponkita @gladiolus-mamacitia @rubyphilomela

Prompto was one to get the alerts on his phone that alerted him on “national day” events.

National Hugging Day - not so great after he decided to hug a Cactuar. Ignis spent hours plucking out needles from the gunner’s chest.

National Pizza Day - in the middle of the woods no outpost for miles, Ignis attempted to make pizza over the grill ended up making calzones. Close but not the right item and it ruined it for Prompto.

National Pet a Cat Day - the only cat like creature he came across was a Ceural they do not like being hugged. Or petted or anything at all. The selfie was going to look badass had the flash not startled the cat.

This morning when he woke up with his phone popping up with a alert for; “National Eat You Veggies Day”. He rolled over onto his back, giggling turning to his right to see Noctis who was still dead asleep. It was five in the morning so of course he was still asleep. Gladiolus had just got up stretching heading out to do his morning run. Ignis hadn’t stirred yet he wouldn’t until another half hour.

Prompto really wanted to celebrate Eat Your Veggies day in total style just like the others. Noctis would so hate him for it though. It would make up for the teasing jab he made of Prompto in front of Cindy the other day. He sniggered, getting up looking around for his contact case, pulling on a shirt he popped the contacts onto his eyes reading the message again.

“Sweet I’m gonna get you Noct, buddy!” He laughed, it wasn’t like the Prince would wake up and hear him, he was a heavy sleeper.

Getting up Prompto went to the cooler that carried all the food, he grabbed all the veggies he could find. By the time he got the veggies out Ignis was walking out of the tent, pulling on a shirt yawning.

“What is it that you are doing Prompto? What is prompting you to cook?” Ignis asked as he grabbed the coffee beans, prepping to make his morning coffee.

“It’s *snicker* national eat your veggies day. So we are cooking all sorts of veggies today!” Prompto laughed.

“You do realize that Noctis does not each vegetables and I seriously don’t think he will obey to it because it is some silly national day. It isn’t even a federal day so not a official holiday, Prompto.” Ignis mocked softly as he made himself a Turkish cup of ebony.

“Oh come on Iggy, it will work at least for one meal!” Prompto laughed a, as he plucked a pot and placed it on the grill.

“And you are planning on cooking?” Ignis asked, incredously cocking a eyebrow up at the blond.

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Stranded

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1206

Warnings: slight angst (if you really squint), fluff, kissing, dry humping (for like a second), smut.

**Sorry most of my stories have been mostly smut lately. I have no excuse… and no regrets.  

The warm night air caressed your face as you leaned your head back. The summer mountain air was different than what you experienced in Kansas, light and oddly calming. You turned to Cas in the drivers seat, studying his shadowed features as he concentrated on the foreign twists and turns of the country road.

The pain in his eyes killed you to the core. His stolen grace was fading and both of you knew it was only a matter of time before it would kill him. But he was holding on, the same true fighter you had met several years before. You knew he would hold on for as long as he could, keep fighting, for you.

You snapped forward as the car began to putter. A cloud of smoke rose from the hood as Cas pulled his gloriously ridiculous car to the side of the road.

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Play Fights

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): Vine/YouTube/Thomas Sanders

Rating: PG

Original Idea: Some time before I went to bed.

Notes: (Masterlist)(About Me) FLUFF AHEAD!

^^^^^

Thomas woke up before his wife for the first time since they were married. Her back was to him and she was loosely curled up on her right side. Her left side rose and fell slowly as she breathed deeply and calmly. Thomas smiled. Even when he couldn’t see her face, she was beautiful.

His eyes turned down from the back of her head to her back. There was a scar just above her left shoulder blade that shimmered a pinkish silvery in the pale light of the early morning sun drifting through the window that the sporty down-the-spine cut of the tank top she wore as pajamas left exposed. Part of him felt a bit sad every time he saw that scar, and part of him felt amused, remembering the conditions in which she got it.

Yes, it was his fault, but no, she didn’t blame him for it.

They were making a Vine back when they were first barely dating. Thomas was supposed to spin her under his arm and then bend her back over his leg in a dip. They’d rehearsed it several times and nothing had ever gone wrong. They were outside so in case one of them fell, the grass was at least a bit soft.

The very first take when they were recording it though, Thomas slipped. His grip wasn’t as strong as it should have been and when she bent over his leg, she slid out of his hold and fell.

Her left shoulder had landed on a rock they hadn’t even realized was hiding in the grass, cutting open her T-shirt and her skin. She was brave—only crying on her body’s instinct and making it stop as quickly as possible—and toughed it out as she pulled her T-shirt up in the back to reveal the cut so Thomas could clean it out and put disinfectant on it before covering it with lots of Band-Aids. He still felt bad about it, even though it was years ago.

He lifted his left hand as though to touch it, wedding ring catching the pale morning sunlight. Gently he rested his finger on the scar tissue, feeling how the texture was different to the rest of her skin.

Her back pressed against his fingertip as she took a deep breath and woke up. Slowly she turned around so that she was facing him. There was a grin on her lips.

“Do I love you because you’re beautiful—or are you beautiful because I love you?” Thomas sang, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. She grinned and rested her hand on the side of his head, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb. Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella was one of her favorite Broadway musicals. “Am I making believe I see in you—a girl too lovely to—be really true?” They were both smiling tiredly. “Do I want you because you’re wonderful—or are you wonderful—because I want you?” He ran the backs of his fingers down her cheek, eyes searching her tired but happy morning face, taking in how she was still just as beautiful as the day he met her. “Are you the sweet invention of a lover’s dream—or are you really as beautiful as you seem?”

There was only a short pause before the tiny, sleepy grin on her face widened. “Am I making believe I see in you—a man too perfect to—be really true?” she sang, her voice a bit hoarse from a night of disuse. “Do I want you because you’re wonderful—or are you wonderful because I want you?” She slid some of her fingers through his hair, playing with it idly as his own smile widened.

“Are you the sweet invention of a lover’s dream—or are you really as wonderful as you seem?” they sang together, harmonies imperfect but neither of them caring.

“Good morning, my love,” Thomas commented.

His wife scooted over so she was close enough to kiss him. “Morning,” she greeted. “Shall I make some breakfast?”

“You? Make breakfast?” he teased. “The last time I trusted you with anything more complicated than cereal you almost burned the house down.” She defensively nestled her head against his chest, tickling his neck with her messy bedhead hair.

“How long are you going to bring that up every time I try to be helpful and want to make you breakfast?”

“Probably until we die,” he remarked nonchalantly. Thomas teasingly pushed her away and whacked her with his pillow, gently. Her mouth fell open and she gasped, sitting up a bit.

“Oh so it’s to be a pillow fight, huh?” she demanded, grabbing her own pillow.

Both of them scrambled out of their bed and started to swing their fluffy white pillows at each other, laughing and yelping when either of them actually landed a solid blow. They chased each other around their room, wildly. They were probably going to drive their neighbors insane with all the noise, but for the moment, they didn’t care.

Finally, Thomas grabbed his wife around the waist and pulled her down onto the bed on top of him so he wouldn’t crush her. He gave her a kiss and wrestled the pillow from her hand before throwing his behind him somewhere. He just held her to him. “How did I get so lucky to land you?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I think I was the lucky one,” she answered. She kissed his cheek and rolled off of him to lie next to him on the bed, even though they were sideways across it.

“No. I’m pretty sure I was. And I’m going to make breakfast. I love you, but I don’t trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen,” he pressed, leaping off the mattress and rushing out of their bedroom and into the kitchen. He could hear her shout of protest before the headboard of their bed creaked, signaling that she was following him. He was already pulling out the waffle maker that her aunt had given them for their wedding, giving her a very pointed look as she tried to follow him into the kitchen. She relented and sat down at the breakfast bar.

“And what shenanigans are we getting into today?” she inquired, wrangling her messy hair into submission distractedly.

“Well, we promised the internet we’d do a Q-‘n’-A sometime soon. If we’ve got nothing else to do, we could make that. But I also just wanna dance with you in the park and serenade strangers for a Vine or just drive around town singing show-tunes.” He sighed. “But Playlist Live is coming up soon so we also gotta get ready for that.”

“Let’s do it all! It’s Saturday. We’ve got all day!”

Thomas laughed. “But first, breakfast,” he remarked, passing her the first gigantic waffle and sliding the syrup jug down the bar.

“Can I at least make the chocolate milk?” she asked.

“Okay. That bit you’re better at,” he relented. One of her quirks was a distaste for plain milk, but she also didn’t like pre-made chocolate milk, so she always made it with cocoa powder or chocolate syrup. And somehow she’d figured out the perfect balance between milk and chocolate.

So she made the chocolate milk for both of them and they sat down to breakfast. Once that was all cleaned up, they got dressed. Thomas glanced at the scar on her shoulder blade as she yanked her tank top off—back to him—and put on her clothes. She glanced at him over her shoulder as he pulled her favorite blue T-shirt of his on. “What are you thinking about?” she asked curiously, buckling up the belt around her denim capris.

“I still feel bad about that scar on your back,” he answered honestly.

She smirked. “Well, don’t. It’s a memory.” Slowly she was brushing her hair out, attempting to tame it, before throwing the brush at his waiting hand. He pulled it through his own flop of hair and set it on their dresser. “I see it in the mirror every so often when I’m getting out of the shower, and it always makes me smile. You looked so panicked. That was the moment I knew we were gonna stay together.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. Any man that concerned about hurting his woman is a man worth keeping.”

That made Thomas laugh.

After a few minutes, they were sitting in the living room, in front of the camera on top of the tripod. “What is up everybody?!” Thomas and his wife greeted in unison.

“So, we wanted to do a Q-and-A for you guys since we’ve been married for a couple months now and you guys have been asking us a bunch of the same stuff so we figured we’d get it all out of the way for good,” Thomas explained. “So, this is my wife, Mrs. Sanders!”

His wife waved. “Hey everybody!”

“Shall we jump right in?”

“Absolutely!”

“Fantastic! This question came up for you the most since we announced that we were getting married,” Thomas told her, pulling up the list of questions on his phone. “And it’s a very legitimate question that I’ve even wondered but you’ve never said anything about. ‘Do you get jealous when you see Thomas kissing and professing love to other women on stage when he’s in a show?’” His wife bit her lower lip thoughtfully, searching her husband’s brown eyes with mischief in them.

“No,” she answered decisively. “Because I know that at the end of the day, he loves me more than any of his co-stars and likes kissing me the best.”

He gave her a hug with one arm due to how they were sitting side-by-side. “Aww!” he enthused. “You’re too cute. And one-hundred-percent correct. I do love you the most. And you’re without a doubt the best kisser. Definitely the most compatible with me.” She snickered. “The next one’s for both of us…”

The two breezed through the other questions, paying attention in the moment, but barely remembering it later. They spent the day packing for Playlist Live, driving to the park singing show tunes, dancing in the park to the delight of the elderly couples strolling, and dramatically serenading teenagers for Vines before driving back to their small house—still singing show tunes. Between the two of them they had a lot of Broadway, Disney, karaoke, and other minus tracks. Sometimes they sang with the original voices, sometimes they sang on their own.

When they got back to their house, their excited energy needed to break loose. It was still early September so the weather was pleasant and warm. They changed from their normal day clothes to bathing suits. Out on the front lawn, they had a water fight, with plastic water guns and the hose, squealing and giggling their heads off as they got soaked before collapsing on the grass in fits of laughter and hugs and kisses.

After they got over their amusement, they went and showered before getting back into bed. Cuddling, they kissed each other before going to sleep.

Friendly Competition (Part 2) [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

a/n: happy birthday…. to me…i get seb smut /requests still closed/

WARNING: Smut


Part 1


One thing that Sebastian Smythe could never get used to is the stench of public schools. Hopefully he can get rid of the smell; perhaps dry clean his uniform after this little adventure. His hands are stuffed into his gray dress slacks, back resting against the grubby wall.  

It’s nearly one o’clock, almost time for classes to switch. Yes, Sebastian skipped some of school, but it’s only French. He’s a natural at that. His bright green eyes peer around the hallway, sneering at some people passing by. A hand pops out from the door next to him, clutching onto his striped tie.

Stumbling into the musty classroom, the Warbler smirks down at you, straightening his navy blazer. “You’re late.” he states, clicking the lock. “You know, for someone who really wants sex, you’d think you’d be more punctual.” he smirks, hands tinkering with your ‘I <3 U’ blush tank top.

You shove his blazer off his shoulders, lips connecting to lips. Moaning, he backs you up in a hurry, pushing your ass against the edge of the desk. “I say fuck your degree, alphabet boy… You think your sma-rter than me with all your bad poetry…Fuck all your A B C’s, alphabet boy…” you sing, tugging his pants down.

Sebastian rolls his eyes, loosening his tie before yanking your tank top up your breasts, exposing your neon purple bra. “Must everything with…” he grunts, grabbing a condom from his blazer. “You..” he fumbles in the pocket, finally pulling his hand out, “Be…” he rips open the package with his teeth, leaning down to bite your neck afterwards. “A competition?” he teases, quickly rolling the condom on.

Thinking for a moment, you tug off your tan shorts, along with your underwear, hair fanning on the desk. You pull his tie, getting him to peer up at you. Sucking on his bottom lip, you grind your hips against his, creating a shaky groan from him. “What’s wrong with a little friendly competition?” you purr on his jawline, “You weren’t complaining about my performance a few days ago…” you smirk, “Come on, Sebastian.”

Sebastian positions his long hands on your bare hips, fingers digging into sweet Y/C/S skin. “If it’s competition you want, I can do competition, sweetheart.” The tip of his cock enters you as he smiles wickedly at you, loving the way you mess up his light brown hair. “‘Cause I might be bad but I’m perfectly good. Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it.” he smirks, rocking his hips at a steady pace. You gasp, back arching as you grasp the edges of the desk. “Sticks and stones may break my bones,” his hands grab your boobs, “But chains and whips excite me…”

Glaring at his smirk, your hands fly to his loose tie, pulling at it playfully. You can feel yourself stretch out with every thrust and you groan at the sound of his voice. “Sebastian…” you pant, snapping your hips into his. His lime green eyes hide behind his eyelids, mouth agape as a small noise escapes him.

Sweat drips from his brow and his dick twitches beneath the condom, sending him into overdrive. He pounds into you harder, watching your breasts jiggle inside your violet bra. “Come on, Y/N.” he mocks, checking the door, feeling your walls tighten around him. “This sex is on fire…”  he hums, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

“Oh…” you moan, legs shaking when your orgasm tears through you. His white button down clings to his torso, almost see through, chestnut locks tousled due to you constantly tugging on it. Sebastian snaps his pale hips one last time before he groans, cumming hard while you wither underneath him. “Bas…” you grumble, causing a smirk to grace his lips.

When he pulls out, you gasp, screwing your eyes closed. “Was that good enough for you?” he muses; you nod, sitting up, letting your tank top fall. “Well, your…New Direction’s need you, sweetheart.” he yanks his dress pants up, zipping his fly. “They could use your talent.” he snickers, watching you hop off the desk.

“Yeah…” you mumble, tugging your shorts up. “So… what are we?” you ask hesitantly, biting your lip.

Sebastian shrugs, putting back on his blazer. “Whatever you want us to be.” he says nonchalantly, fixing his striped tie. He quickly kisses your head before walking towards the door. “Be seeing you.” he winks. You sigh, cursing as you think about his messy hair.

Roommate

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: smut  |  Word Count: 5,679

Summary: Reader hasn’t gotten any in almost 6 months, and Bucky -her roommate- is making things more difficult for her. (Takes place between CATWS and CACW, before he is found).

Warnings: unprotected sex, masturbation, oral sex (female receiving).

Author’s Note: This is the longest one shot I’ve ever written. I’m thinking I should’ve divided it in two parts but oh well. Let me know if there’s any typo.

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Imagine meeting Axl In a bar (smut)

“Do we have to go out tonight? I really don’t feel up for it.” You plead with your friend but know it’s pointless. When you’d made the plans it seemed like a good idea, now not so much.

She rolls her eyes at you, “Yes, we are going out and you’re going to have fun damn it.” She points, “Now go get dressed. And wear that tight leather skirt I got you for Christmas.”

You do as you’re told, struggling to get the tight leather over your legs but you manage. Yanking a white tank top from its hanger you pull it over your head. Looking in your floor length mirror you feel extremely out of place but have to admit the skirt flattered you.

“Oh my gosh you look great! Now just put some red lipstick on and we can go.” She grins at you knowing she’s won.

The bar she’s chosen to go to couldn’t be more out of your comfort zone. A small hole in the wall with the music is so loud you can hear the rock n roll pouring from inside as you walk from the car. You can feel your heart beating into your chest harder and harder as you get closer to the door. Both of you pay the cheap entrance fee and make your way into the crowded, black room.

“Come on.” Your friend motioning toward the bar where your other friends are. She orders all of you shots as everyone laughs about dragging you out. “I want you to take it straight like a big girl got it?” You nod, putting the tall shot up to your lips as you tip it back. Your throat burning as it goes down, and a rush coming to your head.

All your friends laugh, ordering another round as the band continues to sing. Though you question if that’s the right word to describe it, the singers hitting such high notes as they sing something about a jungle. It not being your kind of music you don’t pay much attention, not even noticing when a new band steps up.

“Oh my god Y/N, that guy is totally checking you out. Look.” You feel your friend nudge you, and you turn in the same direction. When you see him your breathe catches, thinking to your self you’d never seen a guy nearly as attractive as him. His long copper hair is tucked under a red bandana, aviator glasses on top. His pale skin practically shinning against his all black outfit. Your eyes meeting, a smirk coming to his face.

“I think he’s coming over. Holy shit, we’re all gonna go dance. Have fun.” All of them grabbing their drinks before leaving you. Feeling like a wounded animal as he gets closer, completely unprepared to talk to a random guy in a bar.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing without a man?” His voice deeper than you would ever have expected but something about it, maybe the roughness, instantly turned you on.

“Don’t have a man. What are you doing without a pretty girl?” Though you wouldn’t consider your self to be socially awkward, something about him made you feel like a twelve year old girl.

“I’m standing with you aren’t I? Let me buy you a drink.” A pale hand motions for the bar tender before ordering both of you a shot of vodka. “To new friends.” You tap your glass to his, lightning hitting the counter before shooting it back.

“Thank you, Mr?”

He flashes you a smile, “Axl Rose, and you?” He leans in closer to you, close enough to smell a mix of his cologne and cigarettes. You introduce yourself shaking hands playfully, “Y/N, what a pretty name. You smoke?”

“Every now and then.” He motions for you to follow him, walking through the crowd to the back before stepping into an alley way. He pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pants, handing you one. “Thank you.”

“I wanted to get to talk to you without your friends watching us like hawks. You come here a lot?” You laugh, thinking to yourself now typical of a question it was.

“No not really my thing.”

Axl smirks, “I bet I’m not really your type either?” Taking a long drag of his cigarette.

“I don’t really have a type I guess.” Not wanting to admit that you’d only dated two guys prior, knowing someone like him probably had years worth of experience.

“It’s my lucky night then,” You watch as he moves closer, “Do you normally kiss a guy you just met in a bar?” His eyes looking straight into yours, you see how bright green they are.

“No.” You’d never kissed anyone you weren’t dating but you wanted to kiss him, you find yourself staring at his lips as a smile touches them just before he licks them lightly.

“Good.” Before you say anything back he’s wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you to him. Resting his lips against yours, starting out light and easy then shifting to a hard, rushed kiss. You hear his cigarette drop as he lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his narrow hips.

After what feels like forever roughly making out against the wall he pulls away, “You wanna fuck?” His voice broken up by the sound of his panting, your red lipstick smudged on both your faces. You nod causing him to smile and bite his lip, “Perfect.”

With you still wrapped around his hips he carries you to what you assume is his car. Letting you down to open the door and push the seat up. Motioning with his hand for you to climb in.

Once you’re both in Axl gets on top of you. Kissing you while his hand makes its way up your thigh. “Are you sure?” He asks, leaving a trail of kisses on your neck. You nod, “Perfect baby.” He pulls away from you, grabbing his wallet where he pulls out a condom. You watch him move his leather pants down, revealing himself in front of you as his slides the condom over himself.

He arranges your legs where he fits between them, then moves your thong over. With one hand holding himself and the other on your hip he slides into you. Both of you moaning as you adjust to the feeling. He leans down, his mouth meeting yours while he thrust harder into you.

“Does that feel good baby?” His voice deeper, and rougher in your ear. You moan in response, fueling him to go harder. The car being filled with both your moans and various cuss words as you both reach your peak.

You feel his hands grip tighter on your hips, pulling your body down as far as he can before telling you he’s going to finish. “Fuck, oh my fucking God.” You watch him climax, sweat pooling on both of you.

He slides out, disposing of the condom while you adjust yourself. Though no matter what you do your hair and makeup give away what you’ve been doing. Axl smiles at you, “That was amazing but you might wanna fix this.” Before raising his hand to wipe away a smudge of red.

You laugh, “You’re wearing some too.” His forearm jerking across his mouth.

“I gotta sing now, but in about 15 you wanna get another drink, dance a little bit, and maybe go back to the car for round two?”

“Maybe.” You bite your lip, feeling odd but happy you’d done something so out of character.

When you walk back into the bar Axl kisses you before walking to the stage, and your friends all laugh. Clearly aware of what happened based of the various jokes they make. “Glad someone got laid, and you got to fuck a singer. You can check that off your bucket list, now here’s a shot.”

anonymous asked:

You made me love IronWidow so could you write something where Nat stands up for Tony? Idk Steve and Tony fight and Steve crosses a line and Nat gets pissed. Or something like that. Idk.

Steve blocked Tony’s punch and threw Tony onto the mat with a flick of his arm.

Tony yelped as his head hit the mat, and before he could get up, Steve was on top of him. Steve seized the straps of Tony’s tank top, yanked Tony forward and aimed a punch at Tony’s face.

Steve stopped just centimeters from giving Tony a bloody nose then dropped Tony back on the floor. “Again,” Steve said.

Tony huffed, his chest heaving.

Tony and his clothes were drenched in sweat. He’d been training with Steve in hand-to-hand combat for hours.

Tony should have taken a break long before now, Natasha noted from her corner of the gym. He probably would have, but Steve kept pushing.

A week ago Tony had been abducted and almost brainwashed into becoming an agent of AIM. The event had hit too close to home for Steve, who was trying desperately to prevent such a thing from ever happening again. Even now Natasha could see the fear in Steve’s eyes every time he pushed Tony down or got Tony in a hold where he could break Tony’s arms or neck.

Steve wasn’t seeing Tony’s improvements; he was seeing all the ways their enemies could take Tony away from them—from him. Steve couldn’t loose another friend like he had Bucky.

Tony stood up on shaky legs and wiped his mouth. “Water break.”

“Hydra and AIM are not going to give you a water break.” Steve swiped Tony’s legs out from under him.

Tony hit the mat hard, crying out in pain. He hissed.

Steve hauled Tony up by the arm and gave Tony a shove hard enough to make Tony stumble but not hard enough to make him fall. “C’mon. Arms up.” Steve shoved Tony again.

Tony swatted Steve’s hands away. “Water first.”

“Stop me.” Steve pushed.

Natasha had had enough. She stormed over to the mat, grabbed Steve by the wrist and flipped him before he had time to even register what she was doing. “I stopped you.” She looked up at Tony. “Go take a break.”

Tony slouched and took an unsteady step back. “Thank god somebody around here is reasonable,” his voice wobbled.

“Natasha,” Steve started but Natasha cut him off with just a look.

She let go of Steve’s wrist and headed over to Tony.

He fumbled with the cap on his water bottle and his limbs quaked from the over use of his muscles.

Natasha sidled up beside him and wrapped her arm around his waist.

Tony paused in his attempts to open the bottle. He side eyed her. “Thanks.”

Natasha reached over and uncapped the bottle. She then leaned up and pecked Tony on the cheek.

Tony sighed and leaned his weight on her as he gulped down a mouthful of water.

Natasha stroked his hip tenderly as she silently supported Tony.

He's Just Not That Into You

Pairing: You x Kris

Summary: When he says you’re not his type.

WARNING: Slight angst!

“Hey, Yifan,” I said quietly, toeing the floor with my shoe as I clenched my hands tightly, knuckles whitening. The classroom was empty with the exception of myself and Yifan, who had been diligently studying at the back of the room, his thick framed glasses slipping slightly down his nose as he frowned lightly at his notes. He had seemed startled when I approached him, giving me a look that blatantly said what do you want?

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How a slut is born.

So I figured my first story ought to be of the very first time I the felt slut in me begin to emerge, and how my incest fetish began. I was 16, at that age I was still more tomboyish that I am now ( still tomboyish, but now I like skirts and dresses to. ;). I was it riding my dirt bike while my parents were gone. Normally I’m out for hours but I ran out of gas. So I walked my bike the mile and a half home across ours and our neighbors fields. I finally made it home, ditched my bike in the barn and trotted in the house. I didn’t hear them till I was only a few feet from my older brothers room. The door was open, I could see then reflected in my brothers mirror on his dresser. My brother was standing next to his bed no shirt on and his cock out, while his girlfriend was on her knees sucking on him. I initially panicked and headed to my room. I stripped out of my riding jacket, gloves, and boots. I sat on my bed listening. I heard his pants hit the floor then someone sitting on his bed. The thrill was building in such a way that I was panicky. Then I heard her moaning. I couldn’t take it, I snuck back down the hall to his room and watched. She was lying on her back, her skirt pushed up to her waist. My brother was on his knees, he had her black thong pulled to the side and was liking her pussy like a god. She was writhing and moaning. I could feel my lust begin to really build. I was no stranger to being horny but something about watching them let a flood gate open that’s never closed. I felt my pussy really start to get wet, I was dripping. I watched as he stopped licking and got on top of her. He yanked her tank top off, took her bra and panties off then slid her thong aside and rammed his long hard cock into her. By this point my panties are soaked. I couldn’t control my hands. I was running my left across my chest and my right was gliding down my stomach getting dangerously close to my pants. As I watched him fuck her like she was a cheap whore I finally gave in. I unbuttoned my pants and skid my fingers down my panties. I was so fucking wet. I’d never been this turned on I gently rubbed my pussy lips , i shuddered felt my knees almost buckle. I was so fucking horny. I watched as he flipped her on her knees and fucked get from behind. I could see the ecstasy on her and his face. I was getting close to reaching an orgasm when he suddenly stopped pounding her and pulled out. She immediately dropped to her knees and started sucking again. I watched as she pulled him out of her mouth and pumped spray after spray of cum all over her face. I was enthralled. They laid down on his bed and talked awhile. I was almost caught when she jumped up and darted out of my brothers room to take a shower. But I was hiding safely behind my bedroom door when she got into the hall. I watched her naked ass as she strolled to the bathroom. That’s the first time I felt arousal for another woman. I snuck back to my brothers room for one last peek. He was laying on his bed still, cock still hard. I realized that I was standing there wanting to suck him off. I heard the shower stop so I ran back to my room. I heard them talking so I grabbed my riding gear and slipped out my bedroom window. I ran around the house and back in the front door, making sure the front door slammed shut. I none to quietly strode to my room. I stripped down grabbed a change of clothes , wrapped in a towel and headed to the shower. I opened the door just in time to see her wrapping herself in a towel. She didn’t look up and said “ I thought you were going to join me? ” . I just gaped at her. She looked up and was immediately embarrassed. We exchanged awkward apologies and she went to my brothers room. I jumped in the shower just to make sure they didn’t think I went in just to see her naked, which I did. When I went back to my room I threw my clothes down locked the door and jumped in bed. I can’t tell you how many times I masturbated that night to what I saw. But I had to bury my face in a pillow to hide my screams as I came each time. I never really seemed to not be horny after that. A month later my brother shipped out for basic, he’s a proud marine. About a week after that I started my Crazyhornycheerleader tumblr. A slut was born. Lol Let me know what Y'all think. Also send me requests for stories you want to hear about and I’ll tell em if I have Em. Love Y'all