!g: smut

change in pressure

Warnings: smut, as per usual. and remember use condoms in real life please.
A/N: y’all can thank @sippingchai for this. it works as a prequel to ‘beneath the haze’. and it’s unedited for now!!


She’s still asleep when he steps out of the bathroom, towel around his waist and toothbrush dangling from his mouth. He drops the towel to the floor as he keeps scrubbing at his teeth, padding over to his bag to grab a fresh pair of sweats. He manages well enough with one hand to tug the gray cotton pants up the stalks he calls his legs, before snapping the waistband against his hips.

He makes his way back into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth before going back into the hotel room that still smells of sex. The A/C is blasting on low, which is a necessity for multiple rounds of desperate fucking. But now, out of bed and away from her, he’s cold. So he pulls on a hoodie, completing his “I plan to stay in all day” look, and decides to order room service.

She’s always hungry when she wakes up, especially after a night like the last. He grabs the room service menu from the desk in the corner of the room, then slides back into bed beside her and sits up with his back against the headboard. Shawn looks down at her as she sleeps, still, and he can’t stop the way his gut clenches. She’s naked, with the sheets bunched around her waist and tangled in her legs, her back exposed to the cool air of the room as she hugs a pillow to her chest. He feels like the luckiest bastard alive, having her here with him, taking up space in his bed and pulling the air from his lungs.

If only he could figure out how to tell her that.

He forces his attention back to the room service menu, thumbing through pages until he reaches breakfast. He’s busy debating pancakes vs. waffles vs. both when he feels the bed shift to him. He looks over to her and sees she’s stretching, her eyes still closed as her tired bones crack.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he murmurs as he closes the menu and drops it on the nightstand. “Sleep well?”

She takes a moment to blink up at him, then lets herself yawn before she answers, “I had a dream we found a cat, so I’m kind of pissed that’s not real.”

Shawn barks out a laugh, his head falling back against the headboard. “I’m sorry, babe. I bet it was a great cat,” he looks down at her, the corner of his lips tugged up into a smile. She rolls her eyes a bit, then smiles back as she pushes herself to sit upright.

“S’okay. I’ll just have to keep my eyes peeled for any feline friends we might come across.”

She’s on her knees now, shuffling her way over to him so she can drape herself across him. She stretches one leg across his lap so she can straddle him, then brings her arms around his neck and presses her bare torso against his way-too-fully-clothed one.

“Hi,” she murmurs, her voice caught low in her throat. Shawn thinks he might have forgotten how to breathe.

“Hi,” he replies, and then his hands are on her, sliding up her thighs to cup her ass, giving her a squeeze before moving to her hips, his obscenely long fingers circling her waist. She looking at him, just looking, while her fingers tangle in the curls at the nape of his neck.

Then she’s kissing him, slow and lazy, while her hips start moving, rolling in leisurely circles down against his lap. He kisses her back easily, and he knows she’s wet already, can feel it. She shifts, grinds herself down against his upper thigh, and gasps a little against his lips. There’s a wet spot on his sweatpants from her that’s already sticking to his skin.

He drags his lips from hers, moving along her jaw to the shell of her ear. He kisses, licks her there before pressing his own hips up, letting her feel what she’s doing to him. Letting her know how fuckin’ hard he gets for her.

“Eager this morning, baby?” he murmurs, his fingers curling into the soft flesh on her hips as she tugs at his hair, moaning a bit.

“M’always eager for you,” she manages to purr against his cheek. She scrapes her nails over his scalp while biting down on his jaw, just to make her point. He grunts, grips her hips tighter and shifts his own to press his clothed cock firmly against her cunt.

God, how he wishes what she says were really true.

Her jaw drops, lips forming a perfect ‘O’ when she finally feels his hard length, snug up against her folds. Her eyes are closed, nose brushing his cheek as clenches her thighs, squeezing her legs against his and pressing herself more firmly to his lap.

“You feel that? Feel how hard I am for you, sweetheart?” He growls, sucking at her earlobe as he wraps his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her closer to him as his knees bend, feet flat against the bed as his thighs slide up behind her ass.

“Always get my cock so hard, baby, always– fuck, always get me so desperate for you,” he’s trying to keep calm, but he’s already so fucked for her he’s not sure how long he’ll last like this. He’s really hoping he doesn’t come in his sweats. He hasn’t done that in like… two years. And never in front of her.

He can’t believe the sex they have is nothing but casual, but that’s how they carry on. When he’s on tour and she can join, they’re best friends by day, casual lovers by night. So that’s how they’ll act until she has to go back to work and he has to hop on a jumbo jet to Europe. He wants to tell her it’s not casual for him anymore, that he’s not looking for anything anywhere else other than what he can find with her, wherever she happens to be.

But he doesn’t say that now.

Instead he brings one of his hands to her hair and gathers it in a makeshift ponytail, pulling the thick locks away from her neck so he can get to work on marking her skin. At least now, when he goes, she can press her fingers to her bruised skin and remember all the ways his lips loved her.

She’s gasping as he sucks at her skin, soft mewls falling from her hips as she keeps up the motion of her hips. She grinds down against him, her cunt dragging deliciously along his cock until she stills, her hips tilted forward. With a slight shift, she finds the right angle to work her clit against his the of head his dick, rocking back and forth just enough to give her aching pussy some relief.

Still, he knows the muscles of her cunt are clenching around nothing and that she’ll need him - his fingers or his cock - to really get the job done. So his hands find her hips again, trying to still her needy movements as he presses quick kisses from her neck to her lips. He pushes their foreheads together, muttering her name in a deep, rough voice to get her attention.

Her eyes snap open, fingers curling into the fabric of his sweater as her chest heaves with labored breaths. Her eyes are wide as she looks at him, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation as she tries her hardest to keep her hips still.

“Shawn,” she rasps, almost desperately. She wants him to do it, to make the first move. To take control, even as she’s perched on top of him. So he growls and pulls her up, away from his lap but still straddling his legs, her cunt now pressing against his taut abs beneath his sweatshirt.

He pushes his legs forward as he lifts his ass off the bed and gets his hands on the waistband of his pants. She’s already naked, so his sweats are really the only thing in the way. He pushes them down hastily, his breathing heavy as he keeps his gaze on her’s, their noses knocking gently as he shifts around.

He doesn’t bother getting them down any further than his calves, because she’s already dropped herself back into his lap. He groans, head falling back as her slick folds slide against his naked cock, finally. He gets his arms around her waist again, his hands cupping her ribcage so he can drag the pads of his thumbs along the full swell of her breasts.

He pulls her tightly against him, fucking his hips up at just the right angle to drag the head of his cock against her clit. She moans and lets him pull her firmly against him, her tits and tummy meeting his sweatshirt. Her head falls forward into the crook of his neck as their hips grind together, her cunt growing wetter by the moment, soaking both her inner thighs and his cock.

He can’t quite believe it, that he can spend all night fucking her and she still wants him in the morning, still aches for his cock buried deep inside of her. He always tells himself his desperation for her is one-sided. But suddenly she shifts on top of him, the head of his cock now snug against her tight hole, and it feels anything but one-sided.

“Shawn– baby, please,” she all but whines against his ear before dropping her head to press wet kisses to the sneak beneath his jaw. Her hips work in tight circles, and the movement causes her cunt to grind against the swollen head of his dick. He groans, his hips jerking up, almost of their own accord. He’s never been able to resist her for long.

His lips are gentle on her cheek as he coos, “Sh, sweetheart, I’ve got you. M’gonna take such good care of you,” he kisses her jaw, then fucks his hips up again, his cock sinking shallowly into her clenching pussy.

That gets her, and she keens for him. Back arching, she presses herself tighter against him and pulls her hands from her shoulders to cup his neck. The muscles in her thighs jump and she sucks in a breath of anticipation, eyes on his, pleading.

He kisses her, swallowing her moans, then slides his cock deeper into her wet heat until he’s bottomed out. They’re pressed so fucking tightly together, her thighs clenching around his hips as her slick pussy grips his cock like a vice. The only thing between them is the stupid sweatshirt he was too impatient to pull off.

His tongue runs along her lower lip as he pushes the sleeves of his sweater above his elbows, readying himself to give her what she needs. He adjust his hold on her, his arms tightening around her waist as he starts an almost unforgiving rhythm with her. He rolls his hips up in a tight, quick rhythm that buries his cock deeper and deeper in her pussy with each thrust.

She not kissing him back anymore, just panting against his lips and focusing on meeting his hips with her own thrusts as she clenches her cunt, the sweet change in pressure on his cock nearly making him lose his control.

Their thighs slap together as her hips rock hurriedly back and forth, and she revels in the way her clit drags against the soft fabric of his sweatshirt. She’s getting him soaked like this, her pussy dripping on both his cock and his sweater as she rides him.

“God, baby,” he groans into her hair, not able to stay quiet anymore. “You– you’re so fucking tight on my cock, angel,” he mutters, shifting the angle of his thrusts so he can stroke her sensitive spot with each pass of his dick. He can’t help but growl, “So wet all over me, fuckin’ hell.”

He can feel her nod into his neck, agreeing with him but unable to catch her breath to vocalize it. She’s busy gasping at the feeling of the thick heft of his cock stretching her pussy, his head grazing her g-spot so deliciously each time he fucks up into her. She’s so close to coming, so close to falling apart on top of him.

“Baby– babe,” she pants as best she can, turning her head to press her slick lips against his neck. “Gonna– m’gonna come for you, almost– shit, almost there.”

Her voice is a wrecked whisper and his cock twitches at the sound, his own orgasm drawing close. He keeps one arm tightly around her waist as his pace picks up speed, his cock thrusting into her shallowly, still finding her g-spot over and over.

“Then fucking come, baby,” he commands, pushing a hand between their bodies to press the pad of his middle finger against her aching little clit. He slips his finger up against the tight bundle of nerves beneath her swollen hood and works it in quick, tight circles. He knows the direct stimulation is a lot for her, but he also knows it’s making her pussy clench so lovely around his cock.

Suddenly she stills on top of him and throws her head back, her mouth opening in a silent scream. And then he feels it, feels her pussy spasming tightly around his dick, her muscles fluttering against him. He forces himself to keep his eyes open, despite how overwhelming the feeling is, and watches her instead, watches her fall apart all over his cock.

He’s panting heavily, his hands all over her skin, stroking her in time with the movement of his hips as she comes down. Her hands are in her own hair as she’s still perched on his cock, totally still as she tries to regain control of herself. All Shawn can do is watch, totally fucking mesmerized. And then she’s going again, her hips fucking down against him, working in tight little circles that make her pussy hug every inch of his cock. Fuck, he’s gonna come.

He tells her so much and she smirks down at him before giving his cock a delicious squeeze with the muscles of her cunt. With that, he’s fucking done for. His hips snap up quickly, over and over as he strokes himself through his orgasm, coming with his cock buried deep inside of her.

He doesn’t even realized he’s thrown his head back until he’s coming down, cock twitching inside of her, and he feels her lips all over his neck, his jaw, then finally his own lips. They kiss and kiss and kiss as his cock softens inside of her, but she still makes no move get off of him. He doesn’t care.

It could be hours later, when she finally pulls herself from him with a final kiss and runs into the bathroom. He huffs out a breath after watching the door swing shut behind her and reaches for a tissue from the bedside table to clean himself up.

He’s busy pulling his sweatshirt off, then his sweatpants back up, when she re-emerges.

“I’m thinking,” she starts, as she makes her way back to the bed, her body swaddled in a fluffy white hotel robe, “that we should probably order pancakes and waffles, right? I mean. That was a workout. And you always eat a lot after a workout.” She’s smiling fondly at him as she sits down on her knees next to him, her small hands on his thighs.

She knows him so fucking well, it could make him sick. He wants her to know even more.

He doesn’t say that, though. Never does. Instead, he grins back at her and reaches out to tuck a loose tendril of hair behind her ear.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking, babe.”

attitude check

AUTHOR: @wydobrien

WORD COUNT: a whopping 6,278

WARNINGS: descriptive violence, blood, roughness, choking, rough spanking, daddy kink, oral (m & f) and generally just hot mitch rapp overall. nsfw smut.

listen to me

i’m still rusty on writing smut and writing in general, since i’ve been on a writing hiatus for quite a while. but after watching both trailers for american assassin and reading some awesomeness from @writing-obrien​ and @sincerelystiles​ it has brought me out of my hiatus-hole !! i hope you all enjoy this as much as i did writing it. ;-) big thanks for @thelittlestkitsune​ for being the usual angel she is and helping me power through writing this. i also felt like i rushed the ending but :)))))). if you want a part two or anything, please please let me know !!

also, obv (y/n) = your name and (y/l/n) = your last name.


  It’s not like you had given up, everything you had worked for has been temporarily stolen from you. All because you had done the one thing that is most discouraged in your line of work. You had made things personal for you.

  All of the hard work, the sweat, the energy. Constant time in the training room, constant gun training, constant sleepless nights. You are always so doused in anger, so energized with the desire of vengeance, it has made you into this cold, killer machine no one had the power to turn on and off. Your instructor, especially, has been at her wits end trying to make sure you keep your ass out of trouble, being busy with her own conflicts. Recently you had broken one of her recruit’s wrists during a wrestling match in the training room, and your instructor had snapped. And that is what led you to your environment right now, being driven towards some random home in the middle of absolute nowhere.

  The deep green and brown colors surrounding you did little to ease you, and with your instructor being the one driving, it annoyingly erased the chance of turning around. You’re a soldier, an agent, an assassin; top of your classes, ruthless with a gun and merciless with its trigger. Not a child having to be driven to her babysitter because your agency can’t handle the insatiable fire roaring inside you.

  “You did this to yourself, (y/n).” Your instructor’s voice is stern, just how it always is, and you turn your head to look towards her, her own attention focused on the dirt-clad road ahead. “The only reason you’re not kicked out is because of me convincing them to do this.” You squint your eyes with a small scowl across your face, crossing one leg over the other as your eyes bore into your own window to your right. You feel like you’re being treated like a child. But, you still said nothing. All that was brewing in your mind was how long you had to stay wherever your instructor is taking you.

  The rest of the drive, fortunately, is short and quiet.

  Once she turns the last corner, the home is revealed. It appears to be like any other house, despite being surrounding by thick trees and dirt. You feel like you’ve been here before, but, you can’t seem to place when. Maybe it was just your head playing deja-vu on you.

  Your instructor exits the car first, with you following suit patiently, lugging your bag from where your feet had been onto your back. You shut the door with your calf before meeting your instructor at the steps of the home, the heavy smell of earth entering your nose quickly. “Who lives here?” You mumble, and your instructor turns towards you as soon as the sound of a doorknob wiggling to unlock itself. Immediately, your attention is pointed towards the door, watching the face that reveals itself when the door finally opens. It’s an older man, possibly in his mid-to-late 40s, but has a strong build and a seriously firm resting bitch face, looking towards your instructor. He looks like someone of big authority, however, so you made sure being polite was at high remembrance each time you saw this man.

  “This is the one, Irene?” He asks, and you tilt your head at his rude tone of surprise. Your instructor, Irene, visibly nods and he looks at you up and down, as if analyzing you in disbelief. “I’m Hurley. From what I heard, and what I’ve read from your records, you need an attitude check.” Attitude check. Seriously. You bottle up any irritation from the belittling phrase and simply lift your chin.

  “Yes, sir.” You speak monotonically, and Hurley scoffs. You grip onto your bag’s shoulder straps tighter and he moves to the side for you to step in, which you do. Once again, this looks just like any other, normal home. Framed pictures of family, the home is neat and organized, and there is even a clean smell of a candle somewhere in it.

  Irene and Hurley meet you on each of your sides before they step in front of you, wrapped up in their own small, private conversation clearly involving you at the hushed tone of voice they were using. “I know exactly what I need to do with you, (y/n).” Hurley speaks, and you gulp, but quickly brush off the sheepish gesture by rolling your shoulders and peering up at your, apparently, new instructor. “There’s rooms upstairs. Pick one, get dressed and get ready in ten. You’ll have time to unpack later.” You lick over your lips and brush past Hurley, walking towards the set of stairs. And, this time, you can hear their conversation from a few feet.

  “You know I’m not going to have proper time for this, Irene. They’re already sending that other one you were talking to me about, with a case just like this one, and I have the rest of the Orion group I’m training. I’m not a babysitter.” Hurley’s voice sounds evidently impatient, and as much as you want to listen more, you keep walking up the steps at a normal pace. Unfortunately, you are unable to listen to what your previous instructor has to say, something you wish had heard before your future.

  “But you’re what she needs, Stan. Trust me, when those two meet, they’ll be something you’ve never seen before. Put them with guns and they’ll definitely be something this agency hasn’t ever experienced before. Trust me when I say this, Stan, Rapp and (y/l/n) will be unstoppable.”

——

  With white, hot anger coursing through your body, you, once again, take another leap at your competitor, your mind flashing with images of much more violent, but similar, events that have happened to you.

  “(y/l/n), what did I just say?” The frustrated voice speaks through your ear-piece as you slip into the room with ease. The sleek, form-fitting gown that is draped over your body brings moderate attention towards you, with your target being only three feet away. Scum is what your target is, being no different than all the rest of the bastards you’re trained on killing. “Get your ass back out to your team outside. You’ll cause too much commotion. Listen to me, dammit. (y/ln)-” You brush some fallen strands of hair behind your ear, slyly turning off your cleverly hidden ear-piece in the process as you make your way to your target with a sickly sweet smile.

  Grabbing onto your competitor’s arm, your legs have his way of escape blocked as you yank it behind his back, slithering one of your legs from your lock-hold to his back, where you knock his knees in, with you pushing down on his back till the side of his face hits the sweaty mat.

  Once the door is locked, your target immediately goes for the thin shoulder straps of your dress. All that is buzzing through your mind is that one day, that one day, where your normal life was snatched away from you. Hand snaking to your back to reach for the tucked-in holster behind your bra strap, you manage to get good grip on the handle of the knife before swinging it out and immediately going for the throat. And with the close proximity, you were able to brush the blade clean across the midsection of his throat, unable to drive it right through like you had wanted. The target curses, holding the sliced skin with one hand while the other reaches behind him, ready to pull out his gun. You kick him square in the chest with your heel instead, slamming him up the wall and handling your knife once more, lifting it ever-so accordingly to your differentiating heights as your target’s blood splatters down your cheeks, neck and chest.

  “Release!” The sudden order goes over your head as you hold your competitor down with your foot, watching as his tightly shut eyes and tense body try to move against your hold. “Release (y/l/n)!” Once more, you numbly tilt your head to the side, bringing two hands to your competitor’s arm, the one pinned behind his back, getting a good opposing hold and gently lifting it from his back, grip tightening.

  The knife wedged in his throat, you reach for the gun he had recently tried to grab for, pulling it easily and cocking the pistol to ready the bullets in the small barrel. You point the barrel right between his eyes and pull the trigger, standing firm against the blast as his blood spews behind his head onto the silky white wallpaper. You pull the knife out of his throat with your free hand and dig the tip of it into the bullet-hole of his head, pulling the bullet out and smiling to see it drenched in hot, deep scarlet. Setting the gun in the same hand you have your knife in, you grab the bullet with numb fingers and stick it right between your target’s lips and into his mouth, before letting him fall to the floor. Loading the gun once more with the knife’s handle in-between your free fingers, you scowl down at the target and finally find it in yourself to turn your ear-piece back on with your free hand.

  “The job’s already done. Backup in ten, I can already hear more of them coming up the stairs.”

  You feel hands grab at you away from your competitor, hearing him gasp out in breath of relief as you blink rapidly. Hurley is the one holding you, but you quickly escape from his grasp and breathe heavily, looking at him with squinted eyes. “I told you to release. You’ve been here for a month and still can’t follow a simple order.” You huff, turning around to face him and being slightly surprised to see a new scruffy face standing next to him, the honey-golden eyes staring intently into your own. “Fucking unbelievable, (y/l/n). You need a leash? Or do I need to watch you train like the child you are?” Your mouth opens in frustration, ready to lash out at your instructor but finding last-minute control as you fall from your high.

  “No, sir.” Hurley rolls his eyes and gestures his head towards what you guessed to be the newest recruit. You can see the defined muscles easily of the new recruit in his jacket and shirt, his dark brown, almost black, messy hair complimenting his sharp features. You lick over your lips and wait for the introduction of this new person, suddenly really finding interest in hearing his name. Or- last name- considering first name’s are discouraged.

  Hurley folds his arms neatly across his chest. “Good. Because this is your new partner. Introduce yourselves, get acquainted, get friendly, because I’m tired of you almost breaking bones in my training room.” And he turns away, ready to leave us alone. Partner? Oh hell fucking no.

  “Sir, I don’t need a partner. I don’t need to be training with some newbie who probably references off of action movies for his own training.” Hurley snaps his head back with cold eyes, appearing stressed as all hell. “This is not necessary.”

  “Well, good thing I didn’t ask you.” And that is all it takes for you to shut your mouth after that, not looking forward to another month being added to your sentence for your back-talk. You sigh frustratedly and snap your head to your new ‘partner’, his looks now completely thrown out your head. He looks annoyed with you already, probably from the small diss you’ve already laid on him without even saying hello to him, but he drags his tongue along the skin inside his mouth below his bottom lips, the protruding bulge of it causing your eyes to follow its short path from right to left.

  Stretching your back some to pop some of the creaks you had, you peer up at him with a single eyebrow rose high-enough to show your sour attitude towards him. “Rapp.” Is all he says for his own introduction. He doesn’t hold out a hand or anything, which you didn’t expect him to, and you place your hands on your hips, lifting your chin almost arrogantly.

  “(y/l/n).” You retort back. “I suggest you get your gear… or else you’d like to train with your head pinned against the floor as well.” And with that settled, you turn around and sway your hips in a confident, but heated, stride. What you didn’t see is that his eyes raked your figure as you did so, but, that would be the least of the subtle things that would happen between you two. “Ridiculous.” You whisper inaudibly underneath your breath.

  Partner, you spat in your head, partner my ass.

——

  There is nothing but heavy, gruff breaths between the two of you, the drive back to the place you have become more accustomed to less than pleasant. “You just never listen to anyone but yourself, don’t you?” His harsh words are meant to be harsh, but you find no offense in them because they are right. Still, you’re pissed off, and Mitch knows better than to edge you in when you’re pissed off. “You had to jump on him. You had to ruin the game-plan because you can’t control yourself.”

  You turn your body towards him in your seat, crossing your arms. “That’s because I’m not a pussy, Rapp. Something you and I don’t have in common. You know I’m famous for going my own way. They fucking deserve to rot and I don’t wait for the right time to kill them when any given amount of free time is the right time.” Mitch tsks, one of the hands he had gripped on the steering wheel smacking against it.

 “Being ignorant is not ‘not being a pussy’, (y/n). You’re so desperate to get killed, why don’t you just go running straight into their fire like your some Goddamn Wonder Woman? Out of everything you have taught me, I’m just glad being a foolhardy idiot wasn’t on the list because that is just something you’ve learnt all on your own.” This time, something pangs into my chest at his rant, and I grip onto my seat, glaring directly onto the profile of his face, a sharp look of anger hitting my features. “We don’t have a lot of things in common, (y/n), but not being a pussy is not one of them. Just fucking- fucking- fuck!” The car suddenly goes to a stop, both of our bodies being yanked forwards. Mitch hits the wheel once more angrily, the veins popping out from the tops of his large hands and along his forearm easily.

  “What the fuck Mitch?” You sneer, and he turns his head towards you quickly, unbuckling himself.

  “It’s the damn car, bitch. Not my fault.” You chuckle with no humor in your voice, readjusting yourself in your seat. He yanks his door open and stands for a second, looking at the steam flowing out from the hood of the truck you two had borrowed from your agency for your guy’s mission - the same one you had apparently ‘almost ruined’.

  Running a hand through your hair, your glare still remains firm on Mitch. “It is your fault when your dumbass was so focused on arguing with me rather than your own driving-” Slam. He shuts his door on you before you can even finish, leaving you to slump back in your own seat and growl beneath your breath. “Such a cunt.” It seems like he can hear you through the thin glass as well because next thing you know he’s throwing a middle finger towards your way, and you roll your eyes. Fortunately, with the sky quickly darkening and the urgent task at hand he was busying himself with, Mitch couldn’t see the fact that you’re flipping him off back with both hands. And for a while, when your middle fingers curl back into your fists, you’re left to sit there while your grumpy partner tries to fix your only way of transportation back to the house.

  However, the short time period of silence left you to sit in your head for a while, which is something you usually either avoid doing or never had the time to. Your thoughts often open too many wounds for you to handle, but, your phone is dead and the one person you actually enjoyed talking to, believe it or not, is being an asshole by himself outside and doesn’t want to hear another word you say. Normally what clogs up your head is what if the attack hadn’t happened. You’d still be together with your boyfriend, you’d be more focused on your writing instead of guns, you’d be… whole. Not what you are now. Incomplete, still picking up the pieces of yourself, forever cracked. You’re sure your mentality will never be the same. Beforehand, you found yourself to be discomforted by the idea of guns. Now, you feel most safe and content with one loaded in your hand. If the incident hadn’t happened, you would’ve been a good person. Sweet, kind, like you used to be. You used to be sympathetic, a gentle breeze that people always welcomed.

  But that’s not what you are anymore.

  You gulp and wipe at your face, before shaking your head and gripping the door handle to open it, the sounds and smells of the night filling your senses. You slam your door shut and maneuver to where Mitch is, ignoring the short cold glare he spikes towards you. “Having fun?” He doesn’t answer. “What, cat got your tongue? Normally Mitchie is one for comebacks. Something only I have been able to bring fully out of you.” Though that last part is slightly bleak in truth, it seemed completely true and honest to you. Originally, you had thought Mitch to be a kiss-ass. An arrogant kiss-ass that the agency still favors over you because he knows how to listen and you don’t. Most people call that jealousy, you call it bullshit. “You’re so handy with guns, but you can’t handle a few nuts and bolts.” At this point, he’s still not amusing you with a retort back, so you turn your back to leave him, finding more enjoyment playing with the dirt if playing with his anger wasn’t getting you anywhere.

  “Oh my God, can you just shut the fuck up.” Instantly, your head snaps his direction, stopping mid-step to face the red-faced man yourself. Your eyebrows crinkle together, with your lips slightly tilted downwards and eyes squinted to exhibit your anger at his spat towards you. He stands in front of you, staring directly at you with his darkened eyes, fists tightly balled on each of his sides, skin glistening with sweat from all the steam from the hood hitting him and the humidity of the night from the woods surrounding you two. You act fast in your irritation, placing both hands flat on his hard chest and pushing threateningly.

  “Make me.” Your words are sharp and clear, but you are still unable to catch the smirk on his face. You move to push him again at his delayed response, but, he catches both of the small of your wrists, yanking you towards him till your chest hits his own. His nose bumps yours in the sudden movement, and he speaks before you can retaliate.

  His breath his hot against your face, the air between you and him thickening rather quicker than you would’ve ever expected. “Oh, trust me, babygirl.” He leans towards your ear, a shiver being coaxed out of your body from his breaths tickling the quickly sensitizing skin. “I will.” This is not a side you have seen Mitch show at all, and it leaves you, for once in your life, in shock. This new attitude he’s showing you and is about to show you knocks you clean off the pedestal you had spent months building. And judging from the smirk still on his lips, he likes it.

  His movements are fast, still gripping onto your wrists and using his torso to help push you backwards. For a split second, he releases one of them and diverts his line of sight off of you, but only to slam your waist against the side of the hood of the car. You had expected a sneer, a glare, a cold insult. Not this. Not any of this. You still aren’t sure how to react, you had never felt intimidated before. And as soon as that thought hits you, you feel another scowl hitting your lips. You’re a counter-terrorist operative, you aren’t some damn damsel who obeys when someone like Mitch, someone who you have never been scared of, suddenly decides to go into this random ass alpha-mode. You suddenly jolt forward, attempting to push out of his grip, but you are yet again surprised with the amount of strength his pushes back with, keeping you firm in place. Slowly, his head turns back towards you. “I’m so fucking sick and tired of your Goddamn attitude.”

  Before you know it, you’re spun around, front facing the side of the hood of the truck. But Mitch doesn’t stop there, he uses his free hand to harshly push your front flat onto the metal, the side of your face hitting the hood. A tiny moan slips from your lips, the roughness making things in you squirm that you never knew had been there. He notices the sound as soon as it leaves your lips. “You’ve never listened to anyone in your fucking life, but that’s not how things are going to work tonight. You listen to me, understand?” You can’t find it in yourself to answer right away, too caught up in the heat of the moment. You hear a low growl rumble behind you, and you feel him push against you even harder. “Say you do.”

  “I understand.”

  “Show some fucking respect.” You had never called anyone m’am or sir unless it was someone you considered of high authority. For Mitch, it had always been dumbass, cunt, Mitchie, because he never questioned what you called him, just for the fact that you pretty much treat everyone you didn’t like, which was a lot, like shit. Mitch must’ve just felt lucky you even acknowledged him enough to call him out. But, not tonight; tonight is full of surprises. The heat starting to pool between your legs being one of them.

  “I understand, sir.” He hums what you assume to be a dark laugh, and you seem to find relief in him being pleased with you. But, instead, he drags his free hand up your back and into your hair, wounding it around his fist.

  Pulling your head back, he leans his face forward, this time planting small kisses and bites below your ear. “That’s not good enough.” He pushes his hips forward into your ass, giving you the opportunity to feel the slowly growing erection pressed against you.

  “I understand…” He pauses his actions, seemingly anticipating for the next word that is about to leave your mouth. “Daddy.” Shivers, once more, attack your spine, now truly comprehending the situation you’re about to go head-on into. Part of you suspected he’d be into that kind of thing, but you, of course, would’ve never believed you would be able to experience the answer of your inquiries first-hand. He slips his hand out from your hair, and you sigh in slight sadness, enjoying the slight burn in your scalp it brought. Despite of how much dominance he’s already exhibited to you, there’s still that fire inside you. The one telling you to take charge back. Hell, if you two are going to get into this, you feel as if you might as well make it worth it. You didn’t want Mitch to think you’re easily submissive. You move against him once more, and this time you succeed to slither out of his hold. You grab his face to yank his lips down to yours, crashing into it with teeth and tongue. He growls into your mouth, firmly grasping the back of your thighs and lifting you off your feet, wrapping your thighs around his hips.

  You huff a breath of frustration through your nose, before all the air is knocked out from your lungs as he roughly brings your back down onto the side of the hood of the truck. “Disobey me like that again and expect much more. Now, scoot up some and open your legs more for me. Don’t grab onto anything; the only thing you’ll be grabbing onto is my hair when I get hands on you properly.” A shaky moan leaves your lips. Despite all the things in your head to do otherwise, you finally oblige to his orders entirely, which makes him hum another chuckle. “That’s what I thought.” You sit up on the car-hood, the slightly curved surface causing you to fear that you might slip. But Mitch’s firm hands tell you otherwise as he skillfully unbuttons your jeans and yanks them off in record time. With his eyes on your black thong you had chosen to wear, dropping your jeans on the dirt road next to his feet.

  And, just as he had told you, your hands found a home buried in his hair as soon as he crouched down, his hot breath fanning across your covered core. Leaning in even more, he licks a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, tongue massaging into the wet spot that had formed on your thong at the top. Your back lifts instinctively up on the hood, the spike of pleasure it brings you from just that singular movement blowing your mind in all directions. He hums in appreciation, sending vibrations to your core. “Lay back, babygirl.” He tells you, and you stay still, feeling frozen. He then moves you for you, placing the palm of his hand flat on your stomach and pressing down. Your thighs tense against the sides of his head, his wild and long hairs tickling the insides of your thighs. The new position causes your hands to pull from his hair, leaving them to brace themselves atop the hood of the car. He looks up to you, making sure you’re watching him, before leaning up slightly so his teeth can snag the top of the material of your thong. A single eyebrow is risen on his face as he pulls the thong downward, one hand still on your stomach while the other is gripping one of your hips.

  Once he successfully brings your thong down to your ankles, he lets that, too, fall to the ground, baring you entirely. He is too engulfed with his own desires that he leaves your top and bra on, and dives right in, pressing multiple open kisses against your clit. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to do this these past few weeks.” He mumbles, and you barely comprehend what he’s saying. “To bury my head in-between your legs, to be the one that makes you squirm and shake. Because I am the only one that can ever make you feel this way.” He kisses against you the way he would kiss your mouth, occasionally dipping his tongue and his lips brushing against your bundle of nerves. You inhale a sharp breath through your nose as he brings one of his hands down to you, the tips of his fingers gently tracing the edges of your entrance.

  “Oh, Daddy…” You breathe, fingers curling into the metal of the car.

  “That’s it, babygirl.” Mitch sighs against your clit, slipping a finger inside you and starting to pump. His pumps are in-sync with your sighs and moans, never once stopping, and he works his mouth against you, transferring from one technique to the next. From sucking against you to drawing shapes and impossible to decipher phrases onto your clit, letter by letter. His pumps start to become more rapid, which makes you feel utterly boneless, the hand that is not working inside you still holding you down. He adds another finger into the mix, twisting and turning his wrist to try out new angles, all while keeping his erratic pace. Your moans become more volumized and heavier as you reach your edge, leaning closer and closer over it as his movements only quicken. He curls his fingers as he buries them to the hilt inside you, his mouth moving back to pressing small kisses against your heat. “Come.” He demands, pushing a third finger in you, stretching you deliciously, and bringing them out only to slam them back in.

  It’s like your body is under his command because as soon as he curls his fingers once more, your orgasm rolls over you in waves. He doesn’t stop his fingers, but instead moves his face up to yours, slamming his lips atop of yours as his tongue explores every corner of your mouth, his teeth nibbling down on your bottom lip every now and then. You moan breathlessly into his mouth, which makes him only chuckle hoarsely in response, scissoring his fingers to reach newer places inside you. Your body is still shaking from the orgasm as he only built you up for a second one, milking every bit of you out onto his fingers. “I-I can’t, Daddy.” You whimper, breaking your kiss with him.

  “Yes you can.” He speaks firmly, his fingers reaching an unbelievable pace as he continuously slams his fingers inside you, all the while until his thumb reaches up to your clit, rubbing in a circular motion vigorously. “Come on babygirl, let go.” It takes a few seconds longer, but, you find yourself reaching another high and crashing down from it, coming all over his fingers once more. Slowly, he slips his fingers from you and wraps his lips around two of them, sucking graciously. He lifts the third finger up to your lips, the smirk returning to his features. “Taste yourself for me.” Mitch says, and you obey, allowing him to push his finger past your lips. He only growls in response to the feeling, pulling his finger from your mouth and pulling you to your feet.

  His hands are feisty and needy, clawing at any clothing you still had on. He lifts your shirt over your head and unclips your bra, while also stripping himself of his shirt, jeans and shoes. Fortunately, the ground is dry, so both Mitch’s and your clothes won’t be ruined.

  “Get on your knees.” He orders, already pushing down on your shoulders as he stares darkly down onto you, a slight tilt in his head - a motion only you had become famous for. You can only oblige, blinking numerously as your shaking hands move to the elastic of his boxers. Now, this is your chance. Your own smirk finds your face as you look up to meet his eyes as one of your hands move over to palm over his completely hardened erection, wrapping your fingers around the covered cock you had, secretly, wondered about. But, from the bulge straining against his boxers, you can tell he was bigger than you had thought. He sneers at you and tangles his hands in your hair, creating two fists. “You better get that mouth to work babygirl, before I do it for you. You aren’t allowed to tease me.” You don’t listen to his warning and continue your actions, planting gentle kisses against his hard-on.

  Mitch doesn’t tolerate it for another second, gripping onto your hair even tighter and bringing his hips closer to you, giving you a clear message that he meant business. You obey, tugging down his boxers enough to where his erection springs free. Mitch moans at the feeling of being unconfined, and your eyes widen at the size of him. You remember his words, but you toss them away for a handful of seconds, slowly sliding your tongue along the underside of his cock, right till the tip, where you kiss it once. You feel him shiver as you take just the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip and sucking in your cheeks, all while holding eye-contact with him. His own are shut for a split second, until he snaps them open, and you can see the darkened color of them.

  “What did I tell you?” He seethes, pushing your head further down on his length till his tip is brushing against the back of your throat. He even cants his hips forward, and his mouth hangs open as a empty moan flows right out through it. “Your mouth is only for my cock, got it?” You don’t say anything in response, but rather suck him hard as you bring your lips slowly up his cock. He licks his lips, already pushing you back down, right until it’s his hips doing most of the work. You still remember to use your tongue and even lightly brush your teeth against his cock each time he slips it out from your mouth, starting a punishing rhythm with his hips until it becomes increasingly erratic. “Oh, babygirl,” He moans, “that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock feels so good.” You simply continue on with your own actions, wanting to bring him to his own orgasm just as well as he brought you to yours.

  When he does, he pushes you down on his cock further than before, your nose buried in the hairs of his happy-trail, with his warm seed hitting the back of your throat. “C’mon babygirl, take it all like a good girl.” Mitch speaks, and you do as said, your own wishes of dominance diminishing by the second. For the first time since the incident, someone has put you in your place. You had no desires to disobey.

  You pull from his cock, a string of saliva following afterwards. He heaves for a split second, trying to recollect himself, and does it efficiently, already yanking you back up to your feet and turning you around. “There’s no time for me to be teasing you, no time at all. All I want to do is just fuck you.” He sighs, pushing your front flat back onto the side of the hood on the truck, kicking your legs apart till he thought it was good enough space for him. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, so good, you won’t be walking straight for weeks.” He promises, and you believe him. One thing he hasn’t made you do yet is beg, but, he knows that even with the state you are at right now, begging is what you will never do. With a gun to your head, or on the highest peak of pleasure, you don’t beg. “Now, scream my name.”

  He rams inside you, not allowing you to adjust. He starts a quick, punishing pace, hands gripping on your hips roughly. You’re assured there will be bruises in replacement of his fingertips, but, you’re loving every second of this. “Next time you decide to not listen to me,” He starts, leaning in to suck hickeys onto your neck, one after the other, “you remember me fucking you like this.” Mitch sinks his teeth into the hot skin of the crook of your neck, and you let out the loudest moan you have this entire time. His pace never quivers, and it remains hard and fast, his hips snapping against your ass mercilessly. His name leaves your lips like a prayer. A sudden slap causes you to jolt forward, followed by two more, blood rushing to your ass cheeks as his hands continue to take turns slapping your ass till the skin is as red as a cherry, maybe even till purple spots started to show. “Come babygirl. Come for me.” He huffs, a hand reaching around to cup your neck, squeezing firmly but not inflicting too much pain. His hips start to lose formation, now ramming into you sloppily, his tongue still working over your neck. And with a final thrust and slap against your ass, you come undone, and he does too soon after, pulling out and tugging rapidly over his cock till white spurts of his release paints your lower back.

  You’re both out of breath and out of energy, and he presses a hand on the car next to you, pulling himself together. “Holy fucking shit.” He says, beneath his breath, and you nod slightly, body trembling from the intensities it just endured. Mitch laughs tiredly, picking up his clothes and redressing himself, and soon helping you as well. His hands massage over the covered sore flesh of your ass, humming against your neck as he brings his lips back up to yours once more, this time more gently than before.

 “You still gonna fix the car?”

  “You know, after everything we just did, you still always go back to the same you.” Mitch retorts, removing himself from you and moving back to the hood of the truck, popping it open and sighing at the little progress he has made.

  “Ridiculous.” You mumble beneath your breath, a smile making its way onto your lips as you re-enter the car, waiting for Mitch to fix the truck and for the new changes about to come your way into your life. Maybe it was time to be a little nicer, a little more obedient. You shake your head as you peer back up at Mitch, still smiling. Never.

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Good Little Angel

Good Little Angel part two

Good Little Angel part three

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Good Little Angel part five

Good Little Angel part six

Good Little Angel part seven

Good Little Angel part eight

Good Little Angel part nine

Word count: 1,156

Warning: angst

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary/Request: Part ten of the Good Little Angel series!

It’s a tough morning for Lucifer and Y/N

A/N: Sorry it’s a bit short and that it took so long for me to upload another one but I’ve been so busy with exams and shit so hopefully I’ll update more regularly :)

Originally posted by bykma-archive

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roadtrip – kim taehyung au (m)

a/n: first time publishing a fic here on tumblr, advanced apologies if it doesn’t satisfy you. + the photo above is my edit. ☺︎

lowercase intended.

genre: fluff + smut (dom! taehyung) — 90’s au

word count: 2.4k

taehyung was adventurous. he always wanted to bring you to places he knew you’d find amusing. he introduced you to art. he taught you art wasn’t just paintings or songs or poems—it was in any form possible; you.

first destination: museum

could be any; as long as she smiles.

he writes it down the back of the map, following with a huge circle indicating a museum at the front. “as long as i smile?” i ask.

“yeah,” he smiles, “your smile is the reason for mine.” i squinch at him.

“what?” he asks, giving off his boxed smile again. “it isn’t my fault you’re that special to me,”

“it’s my fault then?” i ask.

“maybe,” he chuckles. “you’re the rose i’d do everything to keep red and fresh.”

“sweet, taehyung.”

“that’s me!” he playfully declares, pointing at himself. “but only to my girl of course.”

“hmm,” i chuckle. i kiss his cheek. “i love you.”

“i love you too.” he looks into my eyes, placing a chaste kiss on my lips.

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The First Taste

Summary: Gabriel finds that being human isn’t what he expected.  Sometimes it’s even better.

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word count: 3265

Warnings/Tags: smut, pretty much PWP, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), human Gabriel

Written for my 100/200 follower celebration  
Requested by: Anon
Kink: Praise kink

Author’s note: All tags are at the end.  If you have a line through your name, tumblr wouldn’t let me tag you.  Sorry!

Special thanks to my amazing beta @sumara62.  You feedback has been invaluable as are your beta skills, especially this piece because all that sensory description nearly killed me (and it probably would have without you).  And to @blondecoffeecake for introducing me to the Banh Mi as a non sweet treat Gabe would like. I also don’t know where I would be without all your encouragement and Dick.  


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Gabriel’s always expected his senses to be blunted if he lost his grace, but the things he can taste now that he’s human exceed all expectations.  Starbursts literally burst with a juicy rainbow of fruits rather than being overshadowed by the fillers and additives used for texture and coloring.  Chocolate is a much smaller, more decadent spectrum of deliciousness when he can’t taste everything down to the very earth in which the seeds are grown.  Ice cream is a whole new ballgame (as are the after effects of having far, far too much of it).

Then there are the things he’s never considered.  

How a good sear on a steak can make all the difference.  How the crunch of crisp lettuce combined with an assortment of fixings can create an entire world in a single bite.  How sugar and spice meld so magically he’s convinced that honey habanero is the only sauce that belongs on wings.  

His favorite, however, is a little something called a Banh Mi sandwich from a Thai place in Florida.  It has a little bit of everything - sweet, sour, spicy, salty - and the complexity of all the ingredients form a delectable blend that flourishes through his mouth in ways he’s never experienced.  

He finds you to be no different.

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A New Neverland.

Request from anon:Do you do requests? Well if you do can you do a Peter Pan smut where both the reader and him now live in storybrooke and you both are trying to get used to the new technology? Thanks!!

Peter Pan x Reader

Words: 1,744

Warnings: Smut…not LOADS but enough to certainly put it in the warning so if you are under 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ! There is also some language too and some mild intimidation and threatening behaiour.. Anything I have missed just let me know.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their wonderful creators <3

Originally posted by kevinskeller

“Damn it!”

For the second time that morning you found your foot connecting with the kitchen worktop and for the second time you instantly regretted the move as an agonising pain shot through your big toe. You needed to find another way to unleash your frustration, something that wasn’t so……painful.

“What’s going on?” A tired Peter stalked out of the bedroom, both hands rubbing the tiredness from his eyes, as he sent a rather perplexed expression your direction. “Still can’t figure out that toaster? I figured it out days ago!”

Your eyes immediately narrowed into dangerous slits as you grabbed hold of a nearby knife and pointed it in his direction in a threatening manner.

“Shut it Pan or I swear to god I will find a new place to store this knife…..” Your voice is low and it is more than evident that your words aren’t only a threat but a promise too should he continue his smugness. “…it’s this stupid thing they call a ‘radio’ here. It’s not, well, it’s not doing anything!”

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Tough Love Pt 3

hey guys here is part 3 of Tough love. I love you all and as always messages and questions are appreciated. @sparklemichele @readsalot73 @ariwolff14

part 1 and part 2 can be found here

the inspiration for Aadyas outfit is selene from The Underworld series


 

When I landed on the ground I was surrounded by my teammates. I held up the flag in victory while they all cheered. I started walking back to the train when I was met by an obviously cross Four. “I vow to watch over you and this is how you repay me, by sneaking out of the infirmary to play capture the flag” he didn’t smile.

“I am perfectly well Four. While your watchful eye is appreciated I can care for myself” I made no point to hide my annoyance and walked away from him. On the train I was thinking about tomorrow. It would be visiting day for the Initiates. Their first day off, most of them had never been without their families so it held a lot of meaning for them. The downfall with that, were the attachments visiting day brought.  When you choose a faction that differs from the one you were born in to, your old faction fades completely from your life. In a fight you’d be expected to abandon your family if the choice came down between Dauntless and your natural born home.  For some this would be extremely difficult while for others it would be effortless. When we reached the pit opening I took my place by the ledge as the initiates jumped down. Four and Eric took their places as well. None of us spoke and it was probably for the best. I’d rather not deal with a hateful Four when Eric told him what happened in the tower and I certainly did not care for the theories about what happened that were undoubtedly going through Eric’s mind. I just wanted this day to be over.

“I will expect to see you both in the morning to brief the initiates on visiting day. Do not be late” Four addressed both of us in a low tone and then turned and jumped without waiting for our response. The rooftop was empty as Eric turned to me “There’s nothing to talk about is there?” he paused. I awarded him a one word response “Nothing”. He turned and jumped down as well. I jumped down right after. I decided to stop by the dining hall. I remembered that I hadn’t eaten since this morning. Tomorrow would be a big day for me as well. On visiting day I would go see my father Marcus because it was the only day he thought it appropriate. Things were very difficult for my father and me, especially after the death of my mother.  Sighing I dumped what was left of my tray and made my way upstairs. When I got the top floor I felt a sort of discomfort. Almost as if I wasn’t alone. I stopped in the hallway and scanned the area. I dropped into my fighting stance and took out my knife. “Reveal yourself” I spoke into the dark hall. Eric stepped into the center. I did not sheath my knife. After several fights with Eric I thought it better to be ready in case the conversation went awry.

 “For fucks sake what do you want” I asked.  “What happened in that tower 3?” his arms were crossed over his chest and I could see his bulging arm muscles in his tight black shirt.  “I manipulated you in order to retrieve the flag. That’s all, nothing more” I scowled.  “I would hope not, for your sake” his brow raised.  I really wanted to ask what he meant by that, but I know bate when I see it so I remained silent.

I was watching him closely as he attempted to close the gap between us. “Take one more step and this Knife will be in your shoulder” my apartment door was on the right from where he was standing and he knew it.  “Is that a threat or a promise”? He smirked “Depends on who’s asking” I took a breath and walked straight for my apartment, all the while keeping him in my sights. When I got to my door he reached out for me. “ If you value the use of your hand, which judging by your massive ego and budging pants you do, you should let go at once” at my words he tightened his grip. He pulled me to his body and held me by my waist. I refused to struggle and said “You have me, now what?”  He was clearly taken aback by my calm demeanor and we just stood there. “Why don’t you just admit that what happened in that tower was more” he said in a voice barely above a breath. “Simply because, for me it wasn’t and no matter how you rationalize it in your brain the outcome is the same” I made sure to look him right in the eyes. 

“I’m not some young girl you can chase after; now release me from your grip” when he did I stepped back and typed in my pin and my door slid open. “This meeting did not occur” I walked into my door and turned so that I saw him standing there as the door slid closed. I didn’t bother checking to see if he’d gone because I really didn’t care. I had no intention of becoming one of his play things and I was going to make sure he knew it. The respect I commanded in this faction was hard to earn and I certainly did not plan to piss it all away on some over grown fool whose ego and reputation preceded him.  If it wasn’t for the rain outside I wouldn’t even bother showering but after my shower I felt much more relaxed and ready for bed.  Drifting off to sleep I thought about my meeting with my father. I had to make sure I was perfectly groomed and dressed for the occasion otherwise I’d never hear the end of it. 

 

 

After carefully choosing my clothes I made my way to the training hall where Four and Eric were already waiting. Four caught sight of my outfit and his face showed shock mixed with appreciation. “Going to see your father today?” he asked “Yes, it’s unavoidable and it was either this or a floor length dress” I replied flustered.  “I wasn’t going to say a word” his eyes were soft.  “My apologies, you know I hate visiting day, I just want to get it over with” I sighed. I had chosen to go with an outfit somewhere between armor and feminine. My hair was in a long braid down my back with two strands hanging out on each side. My outfit hugged every curve I had. I could feel every pair of male and some female eyes on me as we addressed the young Dauntless. Eric spoke first. “Today is your day to visit, understand that your family means nothing to us and when they leave it would be wise to count them as dead”  when he stopped I chimed in “ Your home will be Dauntless should you survive the tests and we will be your family. Enjoy your day but understand you will not be granted visiting time ever again” Four took up the last part of the brief “Go and return just before sunset. Your family will be escorted out of Dauntless at that time. Do not be late to the training room tomorrow for your final test” with Fours last words they took off and the three of us turned to one another.  “As you know I will be visiting my father for the afternoon. It shouldn’t last long but should you need me you know where I will be” I addressed them.  “I will be visiting friends in the pit and keeping a close eye on our initiates” said Four. “I’ll be in the training room taking advantage of the freedom from those pathetic children” Eric aid and then walked away.

On my way to the highest levels of Dauntless I felt nervous. My Father Marcus was in very high standing and held a seat on the Faction council. His disposition had always been stern growing up and in my adulthood it hadn’t changed.  As I reached his floor i was faced with two massive sliding doors and a key pad.  Entering in the special code associated with my name and our relationship as father and daughter the two doors slid apart and disappeared into the walls. Stepping through the archway I could see that everything was still in place just as it was during our last visit.  In the back of the apartment was a large black desk and behind it sat a pale broad shouldered man with silver hair. I stood stalk still until I was called forth.

“Aadya, my child, come forward and let me look at you. I stepped gracefully forward with my eyes straight ahead, posture perfect and not a sound from my footsteps made. When I was an arm’s length away from his desk I stopped.  “Hair looks healthy, posture pristine, well groomed, muscular figure. Where do you stand in the rankings as a leader?” “Permission to speak sir?” I waited “Granted” he bowed his head in an inviting manner. “In both physical and academic attributes I remain Number one in standing sir” I pulled out my paperwork proving my words to be true and waited for my father to accept them. These weren’t just any documents; they were stamped and signed by Max himself.  Not many faction leaders know, but we are ranked by our personal attributes and by the success rate of our initiates. Every month my father receives these reports to see where I rank. This was my father’s way of calling to check on me like most parents.

“As you know Dya my three goals in life for you have always been, Success, Good Public Standing and Marriage. While you have always made good on the first two I worry about the last. You make speak freely from this moment on” he finished.

 “Father, being married is the least of my worries. I’m a warrior and a leader. I don’t have time to tend to the needs of another human being, let alone some grown man” I tried to keep my voice even.  “Dya, a leader you may be but a warrior needs to come second in your life. Its time you settled down, you will not be young forever. I have heard stories about your demeanor with the male populace. You are unapproachable and cold and that does not make for a very good wife or nurturing mother!” 

“Again with this tiring conversation, I have done everything that you ask of me and yet here we stand!”  I seethed.  “I will not have a Spinster for a daughter. You will marry and you will produce a male heir to retain my seat on the council when I die!”  His voice was raised but steady. In silence I struggled to keep my head held high and hold back my angry tears and my embarrassment. “You will return to your duties at once” he did not look up from his work as he dismissed me. “As you wish” I said then turned on my heels and exited the apartment. I held my composure until I got to the training room and not being able to stop it I put my foot through the nearest object, which happened to be a wooden table. Looking towards the roof I could feel the tears start to fall. The sting of always being a disappointment to my father was simply more than I could bear…

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“How do you feel about separate bedrooms?”

Jyn was standing there, wrapped in a blanket, awed by the abrupt change in demeanor. She nodded when she remembered he expected an answer.

“For now, I think it’s good for us to have private space.”

“You just want to invade mine every once in awhile,” he smiled wryly at her. She was picking up on a more natural sense of humor than that of just her husband, the model dinner host.

“You can come to mine too,” she informed him, straightening out her stance. She belonged in this room. She would act like it.

He nodded, folding his hands in front of him.

“We can go to each other’s rooms when welcome? Our first official rule?”

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Can you do phone sex with Harrison?

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“Harrison? You shouldn’t be on your phone.” I scolded, his face illuminating my screen.

“I know. But I wanted to see your face before I get there with no WiFi.” he pouted. I rolled my eyes and laughed as Zendaya’s voice came on.

“He’s lying. He likes your face.”

He turned red and I giggled. We talked for a bit more until he had to go.

“I’ll call you if I miss you.” he smiled. I nodded and we hung up.

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It was three days after Harrison left. Which meant another week before he came home. I heard my phone ringing in the other room as I prepared myself some tea.

“Hi baby.” I said, holding the phone with my shoulder and stirring the tea.

“How’s my girl?” he asked. I chuckled.

“Just making some tea. What’s up?” I asked, sitting down and switching the phone to my other ear.

“I needed to hear your voice.” he sighed.

“Awe.” I said, pouting. He chuckled.

“I really needed to hear your voice.” he said. Oh.

“Harrison Osterfield. Where did this idea come from?” I asked, kind of loving it. He chuckled.

“I had a dream last night and it didn’t compare to the real thing.”

“So you need me to fix it?” I asked.

“I want you to.” he laughed. I rolled my eyes and bit my lip.

“How do you want me to start?“I asked, setting my tea down.

“However you want.” he said again.

“Well… I miss your mouth on my neck. The way you pulled at the skin with your teeth.” I whispered. I heard a small sigh come from his end.

“The way your hands moved up and down my body, squeezing my thighs making me giggle.” I said. Another sigh.

“I miss the way you whispered in my ear… The way you made me bite your shoulder and scream your name.” A moan this time, along with some heavy breathing. I paused, teasing him.

“Don’t stop.” he breathed. I chuckled and bit my lip.

“I miss you Harrison. I miss the way you feel."I pouted, a small moan escaping my lips. More heavy breathing.

"I want you to think of me Harrison.. Helping you out. My lips where you want them the most.” I moaned. A bigger moan, loud against my ear.

“You got it baby… Imagine my lips right where you want them.. My tongue doing what it wants. Only for you.”

“Fuck…” he moaned. His breathing became ever more labored and it was seriously turning me on.

“Oh Harrison…"I moaned. His breath hitched as he continued. He announced he was close and I smirked. I let small moans slip, saying his name casually until I heard him groan.

"Feel better my Love?” I asked. He was panting, but let out a laugh.

“It wasn’t as good as your mouth though.” he replied.

“Well when you come back home, I’ll make it up to you.” I told him.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

I’m in the mood to write fluffy domestic hollstein fan fiction, send me prompts(via reblog, comments, messages, asks or submissions I ain’t really bothered).

Originally posted by malstielyellowgirl

Give and Take [M] (ft. Taehyung) | 01 prologue

Originally posted by donewithjeon

→ friendswithbenefits!au with a twist (edging, oral, overstimulation, uh some really dirty shit, and oh yeah, Taehyung teaching you sex)
→ 12.6k (oneshot) 
→ part 1 | part 2 coming soon!

A/N: sorry im such a sinner omg but thank you so much for 1k followers + 1k notes on You Who! This is a surprise upload :) Enjoyyyyyyyyy


Your thighs are trembling, but he just gives you a glare and continues lazily moving his fingertips against your skin, dipping a knuckle into your heat before slightly pressing his thumb over your clit. 

And repeat. 

Taehyung,–fuck–please.” You moan, straining against the neckties that bind you to his headboard. 

He props up his chin in his hand in between your legs and glares up at you. The hand in between your legs stills and you groan at the lack of sensation, and clench your teeth. He rolls his eyes. “Can you take this or not?” 

You let out a breath, calming your heavy breaths before loosening your grip on the binds and letting your body relax a bit. Closing your eyes and swallowing your dry throat, you speak up. Your voice is small and hoarse from the previous hour of exertion. “I-I can.” 

“Good. I thought so.” 

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The King (5) (NSFW)

Originally posted by castlewyvern

CHAPTER 1

T’Challa x Reader

Summary: Sugar Daddy Art Collector T’Challa

Warnings: Smut

A/N: A day early! Hopefully I’ll have that Nat Pride fic out for you guys tomorrow! Also, look at those thighs. LOOK AT THEM!


He stepped behind you, the cold gold chain caressing your throat as he did so. He clasped the necklace closed and leaned down to kiss your neck as his strong hands drifted over your shoulders giving them a small squeeze.

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BTS REACTION: You being horny when you’re drunk

Jungkook: When you started playing with Jungkook under the table, he knew you were drunk. And even if your friends were around you, he wouldn’t mind and would do the same to you. You’d have to deal with the consequences.

Originally posted by bapsae-monsta


Namjoon: Confused. Namjoon didn’t know what happened between your first and your tenth cup of beer. The only thing he knew was what that look on your face meant: you were horny. And he would have to be ready for when you to got home. And it wasn’t a problem, it was a gift.

Originally posted by simondismydaddy


Jin: If you two are in public, this prince will know what to do to make you come back to the princess you are. Jin will feel your hand on his thigh during the dinner with your friends and he will gently take it from there. You will feel rejected, but when you two get home, he will show you how much he loves you and that you can be drunk and horny at the same time, but this kind of touching requires 4 walls.

Originally posted by bangtaninspired


Suga: You two came home and you started taking off your clothes. He would let you do anything you wanted, he loves you and loves to make love with you. And if you like to take off his clothes, Yoongi will let you do this because he likes to feel your hands allover your body. And it would be sparing his job since he’s lazy

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy


J-Hope: “Y/N, what are you doing?” he asks when you sit him on the couch. But you are too drunk and too horny to answer him. Your hands are busy taking off his jeans. “Baby, calm down, we just came home and…” Hoseok never finished the sentence because your hands and mouth found a better place than his jeans.

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy


V: He would be sooooooo shy when you whispered some dirty words in his ear. It was the first time V saw you drunk, and you were in public so he wouldn’t know what to do to stop your fire. He would try to give you some water and food every time you came to talk to him. Maybe this way you wouldn’t say those things again. It’s not that he was avoiding you, he only wanted to make sure that nobody but him would listen to those words coming out from your pretty mouth.

Originally posted by sekaiz


Jimin: He took the full glass of wine from your hand. “Hey, I was drinking!” You say, holding Jimin’s arm. “It’s better if you stop. We’re at a party and you know what happens when you drink a lot.” You started laughing and your hand slapped his ass. “I knooooow!”, you answer. He would be as red as a tomato and would probably have to take your naughty hands off him sometimes.

Originally posted by urnotnamjoon

anonymous asked:

fluffy first time fics?

Be my soul, my mate by heyhosam [Jikook, M, 6k]

want you close by feathered [Taekook, E, 5k]

Let me Dream with the Stars by hippocrates (BlueCyanide) [Taekook, M, 9k]

you’re not broken by hobilu [Yoonseok, E, 6k]

Make Me Come Alive, Come On Turn Me On by Insixht (orphan_account) [Taegi, E, 1k]

the one thing that’s real by mianderings [Vmin, E, 4k]

Ripped Jeans and Velvet Skin by strangedesires [Taekook, E, 10k]

I’m Glad You’re My First (First for Everything) by heukhaneul [Yoonmin, M, 12k]

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Just Us...and Them

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Prompt: You’re a college student looking for fun. Sam’s a hunter needing stress relief. The two of you find both in a club.

Tags: smut, grinding/dancing, drunk sex, semi-public sex

Words: 2223

A/N: smut because why not

Originally posted by supernatural-addiction-hotline

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

FLUFF :

Romantic Date

HERO

Tony learns about your relationship with Bucky

I Love you , I Truly Do

Love Yourself


ANGST :

Broken

Bucky realises he can’t be with you

The Avengers find out about your past  

Closure

Wedding Day


SMUT :

First Time  

Lucky Bucky

VANILLA

Flaws

Hands To Myself

Please

Beg for it

MOAN

Favourite Lunch

Good F*ck

F*cking Thicc

Caught

You try edging on Bucky

Bucky tests out a toy


SERIES :

BUCKY X READER

Call Me Sexy Seabass  -  1    2    3     4   5     6 (complete)

Neighbours -  1 2     3   4   5    6  (on hiatus)

Sting    Soothe   (complete)

Pain   1   Relief  2     (complete)

Phone Number? [Shin Wonho] M

Bartender!Wonho

2.8k words

Warnings:

~ Mature

~ Daddy kink (slight)


It all started late at night. You had just lost your job to the boss’s daughter and your best friend to his girlfriend, so you stopped by a bar to lose yourself. You decided you deserved to be treated though, so you went to the most expensive bar in Gangnam, with topshelf liquor. You weren’t entirely sure if even Patrón was going to be enough for you tonight. You could handle losing your job, but Kihyun had been your life for years. Your feelings for him slowly built until they were shattered by his girlfriend two years ago. You vowed to never let him know about your feelings because of how happy he was with her. It was so beautiful to see him smiling all the time, even if it wasn’t because of you.

You found yourself walking into the classy building, surprisingly vacant of customers. The bar had comfy looking chairs lining it, and the tables surrounding the area had chairs made of mahogany. The entire place had a sexy aura to it, arousing an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You sat yourself at the bar and let your hair down, eliciting a glance from the previously busy bartender.

“Can I get a pineapple cocktail, two shots of Silver Patrón?” You asked the him and he nodded his head.

“That’s a lot of Patrón for a little lady like you, something bad happen?” His lips formed ugly little words in a beautiful way. You noticed, upon studying him a bit, that he looked simply delectable. His broad shoulders had his black button-up pulled taut, and it seemed as though his arms were going to burst out of the rolled up sleeves any minute. He sported black hair with subtle blue highlights, and it was slicked back in a way that made me want to run my hands through it and mess it up.

“Heh, you okay ma’am?” His lips pulled into a knowing smirk, “You’re about to start drooling.”

“Huh?” I snapped out of my trance and something came over me, a feeling of pure desire. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine, I just don’t run into bartenders this sexy very often,” I said as my voice became as sultry as ever.

“Well today’s your lucky day then, I’m here all night,” He said with an indistinguishable look in his eyes.

His smirk was playing games with your sanity, making you think things you hadn’t had time to think of before. There was something wild about him. Something more than a man who cleaned glasses and made drinks for a living.

“I guess I came to the right place then, Lord knows I need something good today.”

“Oh, well back to my previous question, something wrong?” He handed you your drink with a coaster under it and leaned on the bar in front of you, bringing him to eye level.

You thought about your day and decided to tell him what happened, why the hell not?

“Eh, it’s really nothing much, but I lost my job to the boss’s daughter,” you sipped on your cocktail and relished in the burning of the tequila on your throat before continuing, “and my best friend was given an ultimatum by his girlfriend to choose between us. He chose her.”

“Tough luck,” his features showed sympathy, “but at least you’ve got the sexiest bartender in Korea to listen to you.”

“Hah!” You chuckled, “I guess you’re right.”

When he heard your response he stood straight up with his brows furrowed, “You guess? Have you seen me?”

Devious little thoughts crossed your mind, little things to say to him, but you chose the one that would give you the most benefit.

“Well of course I have, but there are improvements that could be made,” You said while biting your lip.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” He leaned in closer to you and you felt your breath catch in your throat.

“Well, you look like a bit of a prude with your shirt buttoned all the way up,” You took your hand to his collar and started playing with the buttons, “maybe if you did this it would look a little better?” You said as your fingers undid the first button on his shirt. “Hm, one or two more maybe?” Your fingers were working on their own now, undoing the next two buttons to reveal a peek of his chest.

“Well, I’m sure you’re right, I must look even sexier like this.” His low voice seemed to turn a little bit husky as your hand brushed his chest on its way down to the table top.

The flirting seemed to continue forever and you had consumed three drinks by the time the bar was supposed to be closing.

“Hey, mind if I ask your name, bartender?” Your mind was fuzzy but your speech wasn’t slurred yet and you felt fine to stand and lean over the bar.

“It’s Hoseok, you?” He leaned close to you and you just wanted to thread your fingers through his hair and pull him even closer until your lips were crashing into each other.

“I’m Y/N, and I’m also drunk and need a ride home. Are you willing?” You let your hand rest on his bicep and traced ghost circles.

The look that crossed his face could only be described as hunger, and something inside you loved that you had evoked it.

“Yeah, I can give you a ride home, as long as you give me your number,” He bit his lip and stood up.

“Deal, give me a pen and a napkin,” You felt yourself getting excited for the rest of the night, even though there were no plans you had a feeling something would happen.

Hoseok turned around to grab a pen, but the alcohol hit you all at once and you felt your vision blurring and knees buckling, until everything suddenly went black. So much for letting loose tonight.

 

When you came to, you found yourself in bed with ten pillows and a blanket wrapped firmly around you. You sat up and realized it was a bad idea once the sun’s rays hit your eyes from the window.

“I don’t remember having that window… What happened to my house?” You thought to yourself with squinted eyes as you rose out of bed to find your clothes on the floor next to the nightstand. Panic overwhelmed you and you looked down at yourself to find you still had your underwear on at least.

Your eyes, more alert now, scanned the room, looking for clues. There was nothing until you saw a lump in the bed next to where you were sleeping.

“My mother… she would be so disappointed in me…” You thought as you hit your head.

Your thoughts jumbled into one big mess and you crawled onto the bed to peek under the covers at the lump. You saw a head of beautifully messy black hair, followed by a toned back and a nice ass in black boxers.

“Oh my God!” You shouted and fell off the bed with a huge thud that hurt your tailbone.

The man jumped out of bed with the laziest look of fear on his face, “Huh? Oh shit, are you okay?”

“I, uh, I don’t know. Most prominently my ass hurts, followed by my head, but that’s not the point!” You searched your head for memories from yesterday and remembered a few things. Things like being thrown away by work, your best friend, and then going to the bar and meeting one sexy bartender.

“Well get back on the bed,” He said as he held his hand out to you. You took it and took the chance to study his face, but low and behold there wasn’t much to study. You had studied him very well last night while you were drinking.

A blush powdered your cheeks as you said thanks and covered your scantily clad body, “Uh, thanks.”

“Do you remember last night?” He looked at you while running a hand through his hair and you noticed all the veins in his arm were popping.

“Uhm, yes, and I’m sorry, I’m not usually so straightforward. Did we do anything once we got here?”

“Heh,” he laughed, “no, you were mumbling about how horrible your day had been and how it was such a blessing you met me, then you K.O’ed. I had to undress you myself.” Hoseok smirked. “Nice tattoo by the way.” He was referring to the lacy design you had gotten under your boobs and on your abdomen.

“Oh, uh thanks, I got it to feel sexier. Guess it worked last night, huh?” I giggled nervously and lowered my head.

“Hey, you don’t need a tattoo to feel sexy, you’re the sexiest women I’ve seen.” He lifted your chin to look you in the eye. “Though, the tattoo does certainly add to it.”

You could feel heat spreading everywhere throughout your body, something new. You liked this feeling, feeling sexy. Hoseok aroused this new feeling in you, and damn it you just wanted him to put you on your knees.

His hand that had been on your chin worked it’s way around to the back of your head where he took a handful of your hair and pulled you closer.

“Do you mind? If I give myself what I’ve been waiting for all night?” His voice seemed even lower now, becoming a growl.

Something inside you took over and you straddled his lap, taking fistfuls of his hair and you brought yourself even closer to him. So close that your lips brushed his when you said, “Take me.”

His other arm wrapped around your waist the second you said it and pulled you so close that your bodies became one. His lips crashed into your’s furiously, as though he wanted to take your mouth for his own. Beneath you, you could feel him growing harder and you decided to take advantage of it by rocking your hips just slightly to cause him to moan.

“Oh no you don’t, you’re mine,” He snarled into your ear before flipping you on your back and climbing over your body. “I’m going to make you shake, so you just lay there and take what I give you. Understand babygirl?”

“Y-yes,” Nothing much had even happened and you were already this breathless.

He lowered his head to your neck and started nipping his way to your collarbone before going back up to kiss the sensitive areas better. He had you writhing in anticipation already, wanting more friction on every part of you. Hoseok snaked his arm around your back and unclasped your bra, sliding it down your arms and tossing it somewhere unknown while taking your peak into his mouth, working wonders with just his tongue. He took your other nipple and toyed with it until your hands threaded into his hair and your back arched. You were aching for more and the moans leaving your moths weren’t enough to tell him that.

“What is it princess, what do you want?” He smirked at you while letting his hands caress your sides and latch onto your hips.

“I-,” you knew what you wanted but your words were failing you. You had to find some way to tell him, so you grabbed one of his hands and started sucking on two of his fingers, eliciting a few guttural groans from his lips.

“I want more,” You said once you gained some control back.

“Hm, more…” He smirked that smirk you knew so well by now. “Well how much more?” He slid your panties to the side and just barely brushed your clit. “This much? Or this much?” Hoseok whispered into your ear as he shoved his fingers inside you and pumped relentlessly. You didn’t think your back could rise off the bed anymore, but it did and at that angle he was hitting all the right places.

“Or this much more?” He snarled as he slid down your body and found himself in between your legs in a mere instant. He pulled off your panties in one swift movement before diving right in and eating you like dessert. He took your clit into his mouth and made little figure eights with his tongue to make you moan his name. Finally, he added his fingers into the mix, entering you again just as strong as before. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening and your moans grew louder before you started shaking. You had never been this sensitive before and no one had ever gotten you to such a high peak.

Hoseok finished you off by sucking on your clit and yet again increasing the speed of his fingers to a blinding pace. You lost all control of your body and started shaking as you screamed his name. He slowed down just a little to let you ride out this new level of heaven before bringing you back down to him by crawling back up your body and nibbling on your ear.

“See princess, I told you I’d make you shake,” Hoseok whispered to you before kissing you softly. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you panted, “yes I’m okay, please give me more… Daddy,” You looked to him with your eyes half closed, looking you see what he thought but you couldn’t see him for long before he crushed your lips with his. You got remnant tastes of yourself once you opened your mouths and allowed your tongues to dance together.

“You’re learning well babygirl, I’ll give you what you want,” He was panting as he slid off his boxers to reveal his throbbing cock, and you couldn’t believe how big he was. You had been with decently sized guys but he looked the biggest.

Hoseok positioned himself in between your legs, guiding his tip in before slowly going all the way to the hilt. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and let out obscenities before composing himself. The way he looked you in the eye to see if you were okay only made you want more. You could feel him inside you and you loved it but you wanted to know how good he felt slamming into you as fast as he could.

Hoseok started kissing you softly and thrusting in and out, picking up speed as he went. He made you feel like you weren’t on this planet anymore, you only knew of pleasure when you were with him.

“Fuck princess, you’re so tight,” His voice was getting louder by the second, and then he stopped. “Are you okay with doggy style?”

“Mhm,” You nodded, letting yourself be flipped over and put on your hands and knees in one fell swoop. Then he entered you again, from behind this time and he reached new places, places that had you screaming his name over and over.

“Please, harder Daddy, I’m almost there…” You moaned as he took a handful of your hair and pulled your head back.

“Fuck, more? Are you going to be okay?”

“Yes, yes, please fuck me harder,” You were both out of breath but Hoseok picked up speed and for the second time you started shaking. Your arms collapsed and you rode out this feeling of pure ecstasy while Hoseok took time to reach his high.

“Damn babygirl, can I cum inside?” He asked as he gripped your hips even harder and slammed into you a few last times while you nodded. He pumped one last time before spilling himself inside you.

You both fell to the bed and tried to catch your breath and wrap your minds around what just happened.

“Oh my God,” You panted, your mind thoroughly blown.

“Holy shit,” Hoseok muttered, wiping off his forehead. “Are you okay?”

“Do you know how many times you’ve asked me that? I’m fine, better than fine, I’m amazing.”

“Well I know I can be too much for some girls so, I don’t know, I guess it’s become habit.”

“Well that was fantastic, I’ve never been with anyone like you.”

“Same goes for you, shit that was good.” He looked at you while biting his lip. “You know, you still owe me your phone number.”

A puzzled look crossed your face, “But we fucked? It’s a one night stand, am I wrong?”

“Yeah, you are, I don’t do one night stands.” He looked at you softly, “Though next time we meet I’d like to take you out for dinner and get to know more about you as a person?” Hoseok blushed a little sheepishly.

“Oh uh, yeah, o-of course!” You smiled as you laid your head on his shoulder, “Mind if we nap though? I’m exhausted.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” He said as he pulled you into his arms and drifted off slowly.

Missed You (NSFW)

Originally posted by emptymoon

Sam Wilson x Reader

Warnings: Praise Kink, Smut

A/N: @lady-thor-foster asked what I thought Sam and Thor’s kinks were and I somehow decided that Sam’s kink was a praise kink and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that so here’s another Sam fic because you can never have too many.


It had been weeks since your boyfriend had been home. He had been away on a mission and it was the most frustrating thing in the world. You guys had only been together for a few months but whenever he was home you guys spent an insane amount of time together. You were amazed his friends hadn’t gotten sick of seeing you around yet.

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