damn were in a tight spot

140503 at dawn (m)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smutty smut smut

Summary: Yoongi is always early in his studio and well, he wakes you one morning. Simple, right? Nah, that’s where you’re wrong.

Wordcount: 2.5k 

Your eyes jolt open, stung by the sun ray aurora spilling over you half dressed self. Turning over to your right, you hope to find your angelic boyfriend beside, only to have his spot froze; cool from the slight breeze from the cracked window.

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Elevator (M)

Description: It’s been a terribly long day at work, and all you want to do is go home. Before you can even make it out of the building, Jeon Jungkook, one of your least favorite co-workers, happens to get into the same elevator as you, but it doesn’t stop there. Jungkook X Reader

Warnings: foul and graphic language, hate sex, blowjobs, & fingering

Word Count: 2.9k

Originally posted by nnochu

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Unwanted (Bucky x reader)

This one is a request by @buckyslocalfarmer and I gladly accepted. I thought it be a really good fic to balance out the angst of Battered and Bruised. (If you love Bucky, then I think you’ll like my series, Battered and Bruised. You can find it here in my masterlist.) 

This turned really smutty really quickly and I’d just like to say that this is my first time writing smut and I’m sorry if it’s bad. I’m gonna work on it. So please forgive me for the cringy writing. 

Request:  Could you do something with Bucky where reader is feeling useless, due to her work, friends or something like that and Bucky comforts her? Something fluffy or hot.

Warnings: SMUT. and cursing

Your boss had asked you to come to his office to tell you something. You were nervous, you had a terrifying boss who gave scowls everyone in the building. Maybe he was promoting you? You honestly had no idea. You came into his office and shut the door behind you. 

“You said you wanted to s-” You were cut off immediately. 

“You’re fired, F/N.” He gave you one of his famous death glares. You had no idea what to say, so you nodded and turned, leaving his office for good. You didn’t understand. You were doing everything that you were supposed to do and you made sure all your deadlines were met, even going as far as to getting them in a few days early. You groaned in frustration as you packed up your things from your cubicle and headed to the car. The rest of the employees peered from their work spaces, their eyes like lasers in your back. You could feel everyone staring at you. 

You snapped. “What the hell do you all want?” When they realized that you could tell they were staring they darted back to your work, acting like they hadn’t done anything at all. 

“That’s what I thought.” You walked out, your blood boiling. When you reached the car, you threw your box of belongings in the back seat and got in. Your car ride was silent. No music. Nothing. You were beyond upset. You felt so useless. Every time you tried to do well, and go above and beyond, they hated you. 

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Steam, part 1

A/N:  Thanks as always to my brilliant betas:  @little-black-dress-24, @emulateharry and @niallandharrymakemestrong!  Couldn’t do this without their ongoing support and encouragement.  

“Excuse me,” you mutter, as you push aside the young men and women to get to the gym entrance.   Shouldering the next person gently aside as you approach the gym door, you hear an “Oi!” in return as he moves his gym bag, but you don’t stop to acknowledge the voice.  He notices you, the way you move, and the way you casually ignore the situation.  “Excuse me,” you respond wearily.  

Harry pauses in signing autographs to check you out.  Today, you saw a string of patients, and your shoulders are weighed down by their troubled souls.  Your grey pencil skirt, black knit shirt, and high heeled black ankle boots mask the heaviness of your spirit as you stride with purpose.  He can’t help but observe the sway of your ass in that skirt as your heels make it wiggle from side to side, although it’s mostly your exhaustion and the fact that your feet hurt that moves your hips rather than any desire to be seductive.  His mouth and throat dry as he watches you reach for the gym door handle, shifting your bag higher on your left shoulder, pulling open the door with your right hand.  Inside his jeans, he feels his cock twitch; the woman standing in front of him prods him with a salty “Sign it to Char, please,” as she flashes him a look at her cleavage in the push-up bra and low-cut shirt, drawing his attention back to the crowd around him.  Why he bothered to start signing shit tonight escapes him at the moment.  Now he’ll never get his full workout in.  Taking a deep breath, he tells the group, “I’ll sign five more, and that’s it.”  Over the years he’s learned to set boundaries.

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While We Have It

How long had you waited for this? You didn’t know. It had to have been years. Dean Winchester was finally sprawled out beneath you, your thighs settled against his hip bones as you tore his jacket open. Dean’s jaw clenched as he tried to look away.

“Dean, it’s okay.” You whispered, watching his eyes travel down to where your naked body met his strained jeans.

“It’s not okay, sweetheart. Nothing about this is okay.” He groaned when your fingernails slid against his collarbone and traveled down his shirt before hiking it up and bringing him to sit so you could pull it over his head.

“Dean.” You whimpered, hands running down his chest.

Dean’s hands splayed across your back as he held you up and you worked him out of his jeans, pushing them down his thighs just far enough for his erection to spring free and smack against his stomach. You reached for him immediately, lining him up and settling down onto his thick cock, allowing him to stretch you out with a delicious burn.

Whining his name breathlessly, you clutched at his shoulders and dug your nails into the firm muscle you found there. He was perfect. He was everything you’d ever dreamed about him being, and you’d dreamed about him quite a few times. He was Dean fucking Winchester, and right now, in this moment, he was fucking up into you like he had nothing to lose.

“Waited for this forever, sweetheart.” Dean’s hands made their way to your hips, where he held you tight, and you knew you’d have at least those bruises and the empty ache between your legs to remember this by.

“Me too. Fuck, Dean, you have no idea.” You ground your hips against his, the friction hitting every good spot at the same time. “Dean!” You cried out, finding your release.

While you clenched and writhed above him, Dean watched your face as you moaned his name. Your eyes were closed, and your mouth was slightly agape, teeth barely visible. You were so damn sexy to him, the way your head tipped back and your spine curved as you slowed your pace. Even if he couldn’t feel your muscles fluttering around him, this sight alone was enough to make him lose all control. Spilling into you, he grunted your name and pulled you down so your chest was laying against his.

“You’re so perfect.” He pulled your hair away from your face and kissed your temple.

“Dean.” You warned.

“Just this time, I know. It’ll get too messy if we keep this up.” He nodded and traced lines up and down your back. “But can we enjoy it while we have it?”

While we have it.

Humming, a small smile crossed your face. It faded as quickly as it appeared though, knowing that this wasn’t the first and last time for the sake of things not getting messy. This was the first and last time because this was it for you. Tomorrow, you’d take Sam’s place in the cage. Tomorrow, you’d say yes to Lucifer. Tomorrow would be the day you’d say goodbye to Dean Winchester forever.

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We’ve Gone Way too Fast for Way too Long (Part Two)

Originally posted by fylakas-aggelos

Pairing: Sister!Reader x Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy)

Words: 3,022

Based On: This imagine

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Warnings: This includes, guns, shooting someone (murder), and blood. Do not read if that makes you uncomfortable

Author’s Note: Hey guys, here’s the second part to sister!reader x jax teller! I hope you all like it. This one is really long but I didn’t feel that way when I was typing it up. Title is taken from Young and Menace by Fall Out Boy.

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Part One 

“I need you to get down here,” was the first thing I heard when I pressed my phone against my ear. “You and Abel. Now.”

“What?” I asked groggily. Sitting up in my bed, I realized Jax side didn’t have him anymore, but our blond baby Abel instead. “Jax? Is that you? Where are you?”

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anonymous asked:

Thing ride with mingyu

in which I’m too weak for lowkey college AUs and desperately hope this meant thigh riding! I’m not fully sure about how this turned out but I hope you like it ♥

Mingyu had always taken presentations seriously.

…Or at least he wanted to appear that way, but whichever the case, that was something you didn’t really take note of until you had had sex with him.

You sat in your seat, your pencil between your teeth as you watched his presentation. The topic might’ve been something as innocent and unsexy as how children develop mentally, but it wasn’t your fault that his hair was pushed back attractively, or that he was wearing a fitted white button-down and a pair of black jeans, sinfully tight in all the right places, not to mention the black-spectacled glasses that he was wearing, which only added their own effect to the masterpiece standing in front of you and a hundred other students.

Only to make matters worse, you were seated in one of the first rows and Mingyu was stealing glances at you, and whenever he did, he grinned.

“…and that’s more or less how children develop,” Mingyu finally concluded his presentation, which you were certain had been extremely informative, even though you hadn’t been able to pay attention to almost any of it. Instead of your notes having anything about the topic, you had doodles and crossed out Mingyus here and there.

You needed him, and you needed him bad.

Mingyu sat more at the back, so once he left his spot at the front of the auditorium, you didn’t really see him. You had another lecture after the psychology one, while you knew that Mingyu had absolutely nothing, and therefore you took it as your next task to find your way to his dorm while your mind continued to be plagued by his look during the presentation, and how damn tight his jeans had been. The mere thought had you shivering - you knew more than well what those jeans had (barely) hidden.

You and Mingyu weren’t an item, nor were you really friends. As nice as it would’ve been to refer to yourselves as friends with benefits, it wouldn’t really have covered what was between the two of you. No: your relationship was rather strictly physical, and on top of that it was secret.

By third year of college, you had had two years of your friends loathing Mingyu and his friends and vice versa. Neither of you had really established an opinion on one another, but peer pressure had kept and still was keeping you away from each other in public. However, as it often happened, there had been a party, at the end of which you and Mingyu had found yourselves in the host’s bedroom, and well

After mindblowing sex with someone as hot as Mingyu, who were you to avoid him, especially when he was rather keen on meeting again. And again. And again, until it was a regular thing. Some might have found the hiding a pain in the ass, but you two loved the thrill almost as much as you loved the nature of your relationship.

So, taking the secrecy of your relationship into account, it was only understandable that when his door blew open and you appeared, Mingyu’s jaw dropped.

“What are you doing here? I thought you didn’t want to get caught,” he said in surprise as you got in his room, pleased to notice that his roommate was gone, and kicked the door shut while unhooking your bra through your shirt.

“Oh, shut up,” you muttered while rolling your eyes a little with a grin spread to your lips. Mingyu was, thank God, still wearing the same outfit he did during the presentation, and you couldn’t wait to get your fingers in that neatly slicked hair of his.

He grinned, clearly sensing how frustrated you were, and shut the laptop he had had on his lap and put it aside, his eyes moving up and down on you. “I hope you remember that I’m out of condoms.”

You froze for a second, realizing that you didn’t have one on you either, and groaned. “Well… we… we won’t need one.”

“Oh?” Mingyu asked with a quirked eyebrow before smirking. “What do you have in your mind, baby doll?”

You opened some of the buttons of your loose flannel and slid our bra straps off your arms before getting them completely off yourself. Without much of a thought, you got on Mingyu’s bed and sat astride on his lap, one hand caressing his neck and one squeezing his thigh. “I get to ride your thigh and you get a blowjob, how’s that?”

A grin spread to your lips when you saw his Adam’s apple bob and felt his hands on your waist, slowly moving up. “I guess I wouldn’t complain…” The fingers of his right hand moved all the way up to your lips, and you pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his forefinger with your eyes locked with his. “Can’t wait to have these pretty lips around my cock again, stretched so wide.”

You sighed contently and began unbuttoning Mingyu’s shirt. “More like I can’t wait to have you moaning my name while I suck you off.”

“However you want to put it,” he snorted and was about to unbuckle his belt - which also had you feeling some type of way - only to frown when you placed your hand on top of his and leaned down to press a kiss to his ear.

“Did I say I wanted to ride a bare thigh?” you asked in a lustful whisper and palmed him through his jeans, moving to kiss his neck. Mingyu swallowed and closed his eyes, his breath hitching a little at your touch.

“I just assumed,” he mumbled, and managed to open the remaining buttons of your flannel. Once they were open, you could only yelp when he pulled you up close and began peppering your breasts with hungry kisses while squeezing them, one at a time. Your fingers threaded in his hair, and you sighed shakily.

“Never assume,” you whispered, your lips remaining parted with how Mingyu’s lips wrapped around your nipple was making you tingle between your legs as you grew wetter than you had already been. Slowly, Mingyu slid one of his hands down your shivering body and slipped his hand into your jeggings from the front. He snorted cockily both at how wet you were and how much you jolted at his touch.

“My assumptions are usually correct, though. Like when you came in through the door, I assumed you were horny, and I can’t say I’d be disappointed,” he said playfully and withdrew his hand from your pants, the tips of his fingers sticky with your anticipation. You bit on your lower lip while blood rushed to your cheeks. “Or am I wrong?”

You swallowed hard while Mingyu sucked his fingers clean, and shook your head, trying to appear unbothered and like you weren’t dying to have those fingers in you. “Alright, but… why would I come see you if I wasn’t horny?”

Mingyu began playing with the waistband of your jeggings and dragged them down so that your ass was out of them, after which he placed his hands on your ass and squeezed it, making you bite your lip. He leaned up to kiss you by your jaw. “As much as I’d love to think it’s because you enjoy my company, you got me there.”

Tugging at Mingyu’s hair so that his face was up, you looked down at him and caressed his cheek. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy your company, it’s just that…”

“That that’s not what you signed up for, I know.”

You were silent for a while, just staring into each other’s eyes while you ran your fingers through his hair. Eventually Mingyu let go of your ass and smacked it lightly, a grin spreading to his lips again “Anyway, how about we get down to business?”

You got up enough to get your jeggings and panties off before climbing back to Mingyu’s lap. Standing on your knees, with one on either side of Mingyu’s legs, you got your hands in his hair and leaned down to kiss him hungrily while the burning need inside of you got more and more unbearable. He teased your lips with the tip of his tongue, one of his hands on your ass and one sliding between your legs.

“Please,” you whispered against his lips, your fingers tightening in his hair when you could feel his fingers on your mound, slowly inching down. You were shivering.

Mingyu let out a low chuckle and pulled away from your kiss. His expression was playful, very different from your desperate one, when he all but gave you what you wanted as he just traced your outer lips without dipping between. “Will you be able to stick to your plan if I give you what you want?”

You bit your lip tightly at the mere thought of Mingyu’s fingers pushing in and out of you relentlessly - although you’d much rather have it be his cock - and felt your hips buck so that his fingers finally rubbed against you, which made you moan.

“P-probably, not,” you breathed, your hands now holding Mingyu’s shoulders in a tight grip. His gaze was challenging as he continued staring into your eyes, his fingers not budging a bit, not even when you continued grinding against them. It was only when you tried to move so that they’d slide inside of you that he finally pulled his hand away and smirked at your pout.

“See, I’d really like to continue with your plan, and that won’t happen if I finger you,” he said, both of his hands now on your ass. You were about to protest when he shook his head and gave you a strict look. “Now, sit down.”

The dark look in his eyes was enough to have you comply, although before sitting down you got your other knee between Mingyu’s legs, so that you only had one between yours. When your wet pussy met the rough fabric of his jeans, you shuddered; he merely grinned.


You didn’t need to be told twice, and with one hand on Mingyu’s shoulder, gripping on the white shirt he was wearing and another playing with the hair at the back of his neck, you began moving your hips. You took your time and only moved slowly, your lips parting in a quiet moan as you took in how it felt to have the denim rubbing against your clit and lower lips, giving you the kind of friction you knew would make you go mad sooner or later. It made you jolt, which in turn made Mingyu almost gasp in awe.

“Go faster,” he mumbled while sliding your flannel off your shoulders and taking one of your breasts into his hand, squeezing and massaging it and observing the effects it had on you. You closed your eyes, leaning your chest more into his touch with the nipple of your other breast hardening, too, and increased the pace at which you were moving.

“Oh, God,” you whimpered and shut your eyes, the faster pace making it almost impossible to stop anymore. Mingyu had replaced his hand on your breast with his mouth, kissing around your nipple before taking it into his mouth, and sucked on it lightly while his hands pressed you harder down against his thigh. You could feel his jeans get wetter and slicker underneath you while you grew increasingly desperate, needy for your climax.

Taking a deep breath, you somehow managed to slow down your movements and stroked Mingyu’s cheek with the back of your forefinger. “Wanna sit up on your knees?”

“Why?” Mingyu asked in a mumble while doing exactly what you wanted, and you bit your lip in excitement as you sat down on his thigh again.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought your lips to his, merely brushing against them. “I thought this would be even more fun.”

With your lips locked in a series of sloppy, hungry kisses, you continued riding Mingyu’s thigh, which this time felt even firmer underneath you. With him sitting on his knees, you were able to grind on it higher, and your thigh could rub into his bulge - whenever that happened, Mingyu sighed into your kiss and held your ass tighter.

You grinded against him harder, angling your hips so that your clit was getting more of the rough friction it desperately needed, and moaned against Mingyu’s lips as your hips began moving faster on their own accord. Mingyu opened his belt and jeans quickly and shifted so that he could get his pants and boxers down enough to pull his half-hard cock out.

As he began subtly bucking his hips, which meant his thigh rubbing against you in a whole new way, you shivered and broke your kiss, pressing your lips to his shoulder instead. Mingyu groaned whenever his cock came in contact with your leg, although it was rather soon that he began stroking himself with one hand while holding your ass with the other.

“Shouldn’t I be doing that?” you asked weakly, quiet whimpers leaving your lips every now and then as you moved against Mingyu’s thigh while it moved with every buck of his hips. He chuckled and kissed you by your ear.

“If you want to, you can,” he said, sounding amused, and lew you replace his hand on his cock with yours. Mingyu hissed and squeezed your ass before sliding his hand more to your front. “And in return…”

With his thumb pressing into your clit, you moaned against his shoulder and merely held his cock in your hand, unable to process much other than his finger rubbing slow circles into your clit as your hips continued grinding on his thigh unsteadily.

“Faster,” you whimpered, feeling the knot at the pit of your stomach tightening and your pussy becoming even more soaked. Mingyu did as you wanted and rubbed your clit faster, his other hand now on top of yours on his cock so that he could get you to move it on him.

“I swear to god, Y/N, as soon as I’m able to get my hands on condoms, I’m fucking you senseless,” Mingyu grunted by your ear while reveling in the feeling of your soft hand moving up and down his shaft, somewhat slick with his pre-cum. You whined and held onto his shirt tightly with your free hand.

“You better remember that,” you gasped only a few seconds before you were thrown over the edge, your teeth digging into Mingyu’s shoulder as your orgasm washed over you in one intense wave after another. He didn’t stop rubbing your clit - instead he just grinned cockily to himself when you began twitching a little on his lap.

“Mm, did you cum? What a good girl.”

You smacked his back at his teasing words, too weak to even laugh, and pulled back while Mingyu giggled, which made the corners of your mouth tug into a smile.

“I need more,” you said with a pout as you sat on your knees between Mingyu’s legs, your flannel now only covering your arms down from your elbows and resting on your ass. Mingyu caressed your hip and gave you a lopsided, toothy grin that had you feeling many things at once.

“Get your pretty little mouth busy and I’ll surprise you,” he suggested and leaned down enough to kiss you, his tongue sliding into your mouth with ease. You spent a moment making out, during which you slid your flannel fully off and dragged Mingyu’s pants further down before stroking his cock.

Some time later, you bent down and slid your tongue along his shaft, tracing every vein and teasing the head. Right as you were wrapping your lips around the tip, you felt Mingyu’s hand sliding down your back and over your ass, until he could slide two fingers into your soaked pussy that immediately clenched around them.

It felt so good to have something inside of you that at that point you were contemplating on knocking on the door of the next room and asking for a condom, but it was too much for your pride.

Mingyu’s quiet, appreciative grunts and husky “Just like that”s filled your ears in no time, and it didn’t take long for the two of you to find the perfect sync of you bobbing your head and stroking whatever of his cock that you couldn’t fit into your mouth and his fingers thrusting inside of you.

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i heard you like demon!shane stuff so here’s an offering in hopes of attention

Ryan looked on somberly at their haunted house. “I can’t believe this. My rule of one demon episode per season has been broken.”

Shane chuckled. “Relax, there’s only a rumor of a demon.” He ruffled Ryan’s hair. “It sounds like a weak one too.”

“Yeah? How would you know?”

“Almost sounds like you want it to be a strong demon then,” Shane teased. Ryan bitch faced him.

Shane opened the door for him. “Ladies first.” Ryan rolled his eyes but went through anyways.

Everything was eerie. If Ryan didn’t really believe a demon lived here, then he would’ve believed now.

The ceiling was covered in grime. Water dripped from somewhere in the house but its sound was prominent in the still silence. The wallpaper was peeling away from the walls. What appeared to be scratches was marked on the walls. The remaining furniture were rotting away.

Ryan was gripping tight his squirt gun, transfixed by the silent horror. He was petrified to the point of forgetting he was alone.

Shane decided to take advantage of Ryan’s hyper alert state. He slammed the door hard behind him. Ryan shrieked became slightly trigger happy, squirting Shane with holy water.

“Oh God fucking damn it. Ugh, fuck you Shane.”  He tried to calm his racing heart. “You made me waste h—.” Ryan stopped mid sentence, he noticed something. Sizzling.

The sizzling was coming from Shane, from the spot where he got sprayed. Not only that his eyes were becoming black. His eyes were being consumed by inky black like a fire eating away at burning paper. It started from the edges of his eyes slowly making its way to his pupils.

Ryan stared speechless. “Um, rude.” Shane smiled. “Way to ruin the surprise, Bergara.”

Imagine: Caught
Pairing: Robbie Kay
Requested: yep
—\>Robbie Kay jealous smut + overstimulation if you have the time??
—\>Can we please have one where Robbie wants to have sex but the reader is not in the mood so he *cough * jack off *cough * but the reader saw everything and things get really really awkward but funny :D thank you
Word Count: 1038
Warnings: smuut
A/N: y'all im so sorry for not posting much these few weeks but I’ve been going through some stuff and havent been able to write much. i hope you understand but i hope ill be able to most more soon!

You heard strange, low moans from above you. Lately Robbie has been very..horny. He’s been hinting about it. But you always stopped it from going too far. Of course he didn’t mind because he would never make you do anything you didn’t want to. He respected your wishes.

You wondered what triggered the noises and ran upstairs and looked into your bedroom door that was cracked open by a mere two inches.

What you found was quite arousing, but it was funny. You let out a low giggle; one that wouldn’t disturb Robbie’s jacking off.

He couldn’t see you because of the fact that his head was thrown back against the headboard and his eyes were sealed close and facing the ceiling.

“Mmm, (y/n),"he said very softly, but you just made it out.

It was an extremely appealing feeling knowing that he pleasured himself to the thought of you. You could see his juices flowing out of him; juices that you ought to taste.

You walk in the room silently while he rode his orgasm out.

"Couldn’t wait now, could we?"you giggle crawling up to the bed sheets that were caked with his cum.

"I-it’s not w-what it looks like (y/n),"he stuttered.

"Oh that’s quite alright baby. You deserve this.”

You slid your finger against it seductively, recieving a thick piece of his cum. Slowly, you moved your finger up to your mouth and sucked harshly.

Robbie smirked at your action.

You then crawled up on top if him, grinding on his member that was hard once again, knowing what was coming.

You grinded on his cock skillfully. You have never had this much confident before, but Robbie’s moans just let you know that you were doing it right.

While you were grinding, he pulled off your gray top, throwing it absentmindedly.
He cupped your breasts that were still covered by your black bra that he expertly pulled off with one motion. That too was thrown around the room. He massaged your breasts with the pad of his thumbs flicking on the very nub.

He repeated that until he took his hand off of your right boob and replacing it with his mouth. His mouth traced the outer part of your nipple, circling until he found the center. He flicked his tongue wildly on your nipple while still massaging the other.

“Oh Robbie right there,"you moaned as you grinded faster and he groaned onto your boob.

Though enjoying his pleasuring actions you moved from his lap and began playing with his member; stroking it.

"Hmm,"you heard his faint moan as he tilted his head up to the sealing.

You licked his several tip; still jacking him off. He hated it when you teased him.

”(Y/N),“he groaned growing impatient.

"Mmhm,"you said innocently, taking your hand and mouth off of his large member. He looked back down at you obviously in need of friction.

"Baby please,"he groaned. With that you pulled his cock into your mouth; covering what didnt fit into your mouth with your hand.

You bobbed your head up and down quickly making Robbie groan softly. He massaged his hand into your hair, lightly pushing your head down making sure not to hurt you.

You swirled your tongue on the tip of his cock repeatedly, while taking your pants off along with your underwear.

"Hmm, ngh, oh fuck that’s great baby don’t ngh, sto-op,"Robbie moaned out while releasing into your small mouth.

"Your turn love,"he flipped you around so you were at the head of the bed underneath his figure. He was obviously aroused by your shaved pussy. "Gotten ready, have we?"he raised his eyebrow.

You giggled but your moan cut you off when Robbie leaned down to your core vigorously flicking your bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh fucking god Robbie,"your back arched in pleasure.

"You like it (Y/N)?"his thumb took over his tongue as he spoke. "Hm, so wet love,"his pointer finger massaged your hole that was covered in your juices. "I wonder who happened to do that to you,"he smirked. "Who did to that to you (Y/N)?"he asked releasing all of his touch from your body.

"Y-you did Robbie,"you said faintly, bucking your hips for friction.

"What was that?"he remained still.

"ROBBIE FUCKING KAY MADE ME WET ALRIGHT,"you covered your mouth knowing it shook the entire neighborhood.

"Oh I know love,"he winked at you, kissing up to your lips, and down to your jawline. His cock teased your bundle of nerves before sliding in, giving you time fo adjust. As he thrusted into you, he laid his head at the crook of your neck, making his mark.

His speed picked up making both of you moan in pleasure.

"Nghuuh, fuck Robbie! Fuck me harder!"he obeyed your command.

"Damn your tight,"he whispered onto your collarbone.

Your moans filled the room. "Y-yes Robbie ri-ight th-there,"you threw your head back when he found your g-spot.

"You like that?"he rolled his hips into you quickly.

"Yes baby, I’m so close,"you moaned.

"As am I love,"he groaned into your neck.

He grinded his cock into you repeatedly and quickly. You felt your juices release onto his cock that was still inside you. He rode out his orgasm, knowing you were on the pill. You felt his cum squirt inside you.

He laid next to you; not pulling his dick out of your pussy.

The Party

The Party

Word count: 3.2k

Genre: Smut, angst, (jealous Hobi) with a side of fluff.

You and your boyfriend, Hoseok, were getting ready for a party tonight. You had a bit of a fight earlier because he was ignoring you the night before. You knew dance practice was a big deal for him but he hadn’t answered his phone all day and you two had plans that night.

Once he finally came home, not giving you any excuse but his busy schedule, you two went out with some friends. He wasn’t acting very ‘couple like’ with you while you were out. It’s not that you both take part in extreme PDA but he barely touched you which wasn’t normal for him. You knew it was important for him to have guy time too but Jimin and his girlfriend were practically all over each other. The other boys seemed to be having a great time trying also to include Hoseok. Instead Hoseok wandered off and you didn’t see him for most of the night. Although, Namjoon was especially having a good night because he was very drunk and giving you all the attention Hoseok wasn’t. Once you got home that night Hoseok went straight to bed without a word.

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A Soul Mate to Remember Chap 2

Here’s Chapter 2! Please enjoy!

Tags: @welcometothecity

Chapter 1

Y/N- your name

L/N- last name

TW: Some name calling/cursing, if I need to add any, please message me!

The party was going splendidly. You hadn’t been forced to talk to anyone, the food was sub-par, and they had a slushy machine filled with a mixed drink that you could probably convince someone to grab one for you at some point. Maybe your cousin, who already seemed to have one to many of them…

 Now paparazzi had been chased off by your uncle and a few police friends, you could tell that the Waynes were somewhat relaxed now. You were standing at a table next to the pool. While your mother was with the Waynes talking, and you could somewhat hear their conversation. What you couldn’t hear, you guessed.

“Oh, I’m Ms. L/N, Greg was my husband’s brother, that’s my daughter, Y/N, over there,” You saw her motion to you and you waved, Mr. Wayne and his wife waved back.

 "She looks so lovely,“ Mrs. Wayne complemented on you to your mother,” I just love her hair.“

 "Thank you, so do you have any children?”

  You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Your mother knew the answer to that question, and all the rumors too, she read every tabloid available.

“Yes,” Mr. Wayne answered,“ Four boys, ages twenty-six to ten. We adopted most of them at young ages, actually the older three are all here tonight.”

“We should introduce them,” Mrs. Wayne said,“Their names are Richard, Jason and Tim.”

Your mother chuckled,“Oh my! That’s a lot of boys, how do you manage? It must be so hard being outnumbered!”

 Mrs. Wayne laughed, and you checked yourself out of the conversation by checking your lipstick in your phone, before settling on devouring a cupcake.

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anonymous asked:

30- The8

30. First time having sex against a mirror

I’m honestly not sure about this but I hope you find it enjoyable ♥

Having sex against a mirror hadn’t particularly crossed your mind until one night with Minghao when you had had sex at your place for the first time, and you had caught him staring into the mirror you had up on the wall. He had been practically hypnotized by the sight, and while you didn’t know what exactly he was focusing on, you could easily tell he enjoyed it.

There was no mistake in the way his grip on your hip had gotten tighter and the desperation in his thrusts had increased.

When that happened the second time a few nights later, you looked at Minghao playfully while he continued thrusting into you, and you caught his attention by tugging at his hair lightly. He turned to look at you, his eyes hooded and lips parted with heavy breaths slipping through them. A smirk spread to your lips, and you were barely able to hold your moans back enough to speak.

“I see you looking at the mirror a lot. Do you want to fuck me against one or something?”

Your straight-forward words had him groaning as he hid his face in the crook of your neck and nearly whined. “Yes.”

And with that and some more talking about it later, it was set, and the next weekend you were dancing at a small practice room of a dance studio. At first you actually danced, too, since both of you were keen on learning the choreography, but to you it was more of a foreplay with the very suggestive moves, immense amount of touching each other and all that.

Two hours into dancing, you were both slightly out of breath and Minghao’s hand was casually on your breast as he stood behind you, your ass pressed firmly to his crotch, where his hard-on was already prominent. He swallowed and eyed you hungrily through the mirror in front of you. “I just…” His other hand moved from your waist to between your legs, and Minghao swallowed again when he felt you shiver. “…want to see how good you’d look through that mirror while I fuck you.”

The corners of your mouth tugged into a grin as you stared right back at him through the mirror, practically challenging him with your gaze. You played with his hair and placed your other hand on top of his on your breast, biting your lip in excitement. “Let’s do it.”

His face showed surprise for a mere second, but not much longer he was smirking and kissing your neck while slowly moving both of you closer to the mirror, until you were pressed against it, sighing contently.

“You know I love dancing with you,” he said huskily by your ear while sliding your top up, so that he could also slide your bra up enough to cup them, “but god, it’s never ended this nicely.”

Your breathing grew heavier as well when Minghao teased your nipples while playing with your breasts, all the while grinding against your ass. With your cheek pressed against the cool mirror, you slid one of your hands to his crotch so that you could palm him. “I agree. But you know what?”

Minghao hummed curiously and got the hem of your shirt underneath your bra above your breasts so that it was held up, before sliding one of his hands down your body to tease the waistband of your leggings.

Barely able to keep your voice steady when his slender, long fingers began sliding into your pants and underwear, you still grinned. “It’ll only get better.”

With that, you slid your hand fully into his pants and bit your lower lip when you felt just how wet he was, on top of being hard and more than willing to just fuck you already. Minghao let out a quiet moan against the skin of your neck and bucked into your hand.

Fairly soon he concluded that your leggings were just too tight, and so he pushed them down along with your panties enough for him to be able to get his fingers where you both really wanted them to be - between your legs.

You whimpered when his fingers slid between your lower lips, lightly squeezing your already slightly swollen clit between them as they moved straight to your core, dripping with your arousal.

“Damn, you’re wet,” Minghao rasped to your ear and slid a finger into you. You sighed contently, but held a smug grin on your face.

“Funny you say that, because I’m surprised you didn’t have a wet spot on your sweatpants with how wet you are,” you laughed, but bit down on your lower lip when Minghao continued fingering you, soon adding a second long finger, which had your hips bucking against the digits.

He chuckled and nibbled the skin of your shoulder lightly. “If it helps, my boxers do have a spot - a big one.”

Shaking your head, you giggled and twisted your wrist a little, running your palm over the sensitive head of Minghao’s cock, which earned you a hiss from him. “Oh, I know.”

It didn’t take long for both of you to be ready, however, so it wasn’t much later that Minghao was pushing his pants down and grabbing a condom from his pocket. You quirked your eyebrow at that, and he smiled a bit sheepishly.

“I-I always carry one,” he muttered, and when you could easily name a few other occasions where he had had an “emergency condom” on him, you decided to just let it slide.

He was simply the type to always be prepared, and in all honesty you couldn’t say you wouldn’t have been grateful.

Once he had put the condom on and you guided him to your entrance, you finally let out a content sigh as you moved your hips back a little, feeling him slide into you. Minghao grunted and held your hip steadily, pushing in completely in one swift thrust that made you moan as you leaned against the mirror, one hand on it and one on Minghao’s hip.

“Fuck,” you whimpered and pushed against your boyfriend almost desperately, only to have him chuckle quietly against your neck, his breathing heavy.

“Look at yourself,” he whispered, eyes glued on the mirror on your left, and nearly purred at the sight. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

You turned to look that way as well, and found yourself clenching around Minghao when you saw it all - his hips connected to yours, your leggings down to your knees and his hand holding one of your breasts snugly.

He chuckled and leaned in to kiss your cheek. “I knew you’d like it, too.”

Even as he began thrusting into you, you were unable to tear your eyes off your reflection. Moans slipped through your lips one after another, and there was something about the coolness of the mirror against your cheek and nipple that wasn’t in Minghao’s hand that only turned you on more. You looked hungrily at how his cock would occasionally be visible through the mirror, only to push back into you right afterwards, hitting so many good spots inside of you.

Slowly, Minghao moved his eyes to the mirror in front of you and swallowed hard when he saw you from the angle, your free breast squished against the mirror a little. He grunted and began sliding his hand down from your breast, only for you to grab it and shoot him a glare. “Don’t you dare.”

He chuckled and returned his hand to your breast, at which you nodded approvingly and even moaned when he rolled your nipple under the pad of his forefinger, and moved his hand from your hip instead. It slid to your clit with ease, and you whined when his middle finger found your nub, swollen, hypersensitive and oh, so wet.

“Yes,” you breathed as he began rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts, his hips rolling perfectly and your hand on his hip tightening its grip. You could already feel your orgasm building up inside of you, and you knew it wouldn’t take much for it to crash over you.

Minghao breathed by your ear, his breath hot and heavy and giving you goosebumps, and his grunt definitely went straight to your core. Your face contorted in pleasure, your mouth open in a silent cry and your eyebrows furrowing a little, and he groaned at the sight. “You look so damn hot like that, baby. Fuck, I can tell you love it.”

You nodded desperately as your orgasm began approaching you faster and faster, and whimpered when Minghao just continued complimenting you, telling you how amazing you felt and looked. Whining, you dug your nails into his hip and balled your free hand that was resting against the window into a fist. “F-fuck me a bit harder, I’m so close–”

Obeying readily, he delivered you a few sharp, hard thrusts that, along with everything else, threw you over the edge, with a high-pitched moan falling from your parted lips. He breathed heavily and chased his own orgasm that he reached a moment later, his eyes still locked on your reflection.

Minghao placed a series of slow, wet kisses along your shoulder, his hands still on your breast and clit as his hips continued moving slowly against you. “So, so beautiful…”

You panted and slowly let your hand fall off from his hip and took it to the mirror instead, your legs quivering a little and your heart beating erratically. “Well, that was… wow.”

Minghao chuckled and kissed your neck while moving his hands away from your breast and clit, after which he took your bra and shirt down and patted your covered chest. “Wow’ is about right.”

Snorting, you nodded and winced a little when he pulled out of you. While he went to take the condom away, hiding it well in the bin of the practice room, you leaned against the mirror, still trying to get your composure back. It wasn’t exactly an easy task: your pussy was still soaked and pulsated a little from your orgasm, but you felt also really sated albeit blown away.

Swallowing hard, you nodded at the direction of Minghao’s training bag. “Could you bring me a tissue?”

Grinning, he grabbed his pack and brought it to you, stealing a kiss from you while handing it to you. “Anything for my girl.”

“It’s just tissues,” you mumbled with a blush rising to your cheeks, but smiled either way and leaned against Minghao when he wrapped his arms around you.

You could already tell it wouldn’t be your last time having sex with a mirror nearby, whether you’d be pushed against one or just looking into one, and you knew you didn’t mind in the least. Being able to see yourself and him while having sex added a nice thrill to it that you’d have to try again, and not just once.

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That’s Not My Name

Request: HCS with Racetrack Higgins and reader where the reader 100% REFUSES to call him Race because “thats not a name” and they end up just call him ‘Ant’ or 'Tony’

A/N: I loved writing this because it the kind of bullshit i pull :)

Originally posted by deeleymorgan

  • so you and race had know each other since you were little 
  • and you always knew him as anthony higgins
  • so that one fateful day he came to visit you, rambling about how Jack Kelly himself gave Anthony the nickname Racetrack
  • you knew from that moment you were gonna give him hell about it forever
  • “I’m Racetrack Higgins now, (Y/N)”
  • “Sorry, I don’t know anyone named Racetrack, but I do know a boy named Anthony”
  • Every time you pass him while he’s selling you greet him with a little “Hey Tony,” and smile sickeningly sweet at him
  • If you really want to press his buttons
  • you call him Anty
  • “Well if it isn’t my favorite newboys, Anty”
  • “It’s Racetrack, (Y/N), don’t embarrass me”
  • Later on, you decided to go tease Race a little more
  • Except you had caught him on a day where he was slightly on edge
  • “Hellllloooo Tony,” you hugged him from behind
  • and suddenly you were pinned against the wall in an alleyway
  • “(Y/N), this is the last straw now, I go by Racetrack”
  • the sudden aggression and tension had winded you as you stood pinned between your best friend and a brick wall
  • “Do you understands?” he’d lean into your ear and whisper
  • All you could do was nod because man, you did not mind being so close to him when he was like this
  • “Now, say it”
  • Your lips quivered, not in fear, but as if they were trying to talk
  • You were so flustered being in such a tight spot 
  • And you did something probably stupid but it felt right
  • You kissed him and he even kissed back!
  • “God damn, I fell for Racetrack Higgins” you mumbled
  • “Yeah you did sweetheart,” he said and kissed you softly again  
Picture Perfect - Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,286

Summary: The reader tries to convince Dean to be her fake fiance, so she can impress her boss and get a promotion.

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Last night was fucking rough. You told Dean about your predicament at work and it was pretty obvious he thinks you’re nuts.

It doesnt help that he wants to get fucking references from Kevin and Haley to confirm you’re not a wackjob. At this point, you’re not so sure. Normal people don’t do this, right?

You get a text from Dean and your stomach drops. Just read it, Y/N. Stop being a pussy.

Hey. I made my decision. Wanna meet up later and get a drink? I think it’s best if we have alcohol this time  :)

Hmmm. A smiley face. That must be a good sign. Or maybe he’s just really nice and feels bad for you. Ugh.

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“I would not mind you laying in my bed.”

Pan’s hand was laying on my leg as he spoke. The lost boys laughed at his words. They were used to our harmless flirting and just laughed at the comments we made.

We would walk past each other looking the others body up and down and smirking in approval. We would make comments about each other hair and that we wanted to see each other in bed or that we would love to take a peek under that piece clothing but we never really went any further than that except from some small touches on the head and arms.

Tonight was different though. He would stroke my upper thigh and whisper in my ear. It’s not like I had a problem with it. It made me actually want more then that harmless flirting.

Felix sat beside Pan as I talked with a lost boy. Pan’s hand travelled to my lower back and slowly slid up my shirt making a chill run down my spine. His hands travelled further and further as I tried to concentrate me on the conversation. I felt Pan’s hand stop at my bra and with one easy movement he unclasped it.

My face turned red as I stood up covering my breast to keep the bra at its place. The boys looked at me in confusement while Pan just looked at me with a grin. “I’ll be right back” I said with a smile on my face cursing Pan inside of my mind.

I was walking towards my tent as I heard a familiar voice speaking behind me. “Having trouble now have we” “Thanks to a certain boy we do.” I turned around seeing the boy in green standing against a tree. “What were you even trying to achieve with that.” “nothing in particular.” He moved away from the tree towards me as his eyes wandered to my arms covering my chest. “I just felt something different today.” “Like what?” He stood before me licking his lips seductively.

“little bit of greed and lust.”
“So I need someone’s help to get rid of it.”
“Other word you’re just horny.”
“Will you help me if I admit it?”
“oh god yes”

he smirked and his lips crashed into mine as he transported us to his tree house. His hands travelled over my body as I pushed him towards the bed. I took of my bra from under my clothes and threw it on the floor followed by my shirt and pants leaving me in my panties.

He laid on the bed eyeing my movements as a bulge started to form in his pants. “Don’t let me wait.” He ordered as he removed his shirt. I walked towards him taking my time as hands grabbed my wrist and pulled me on his hip.

We returned to kissing as his hands groped my breast perfectly earning a soft moan to escape my lips which he used as an opportunity to sneak his tongue inside my mouth.

His thumps moved sync over my breast together with his tongue who was exploring every inch of my mouth. He pinched my nipples earning a small sound of pleasure vibrating trough my mouth. He deepened the kiss as his one hand started to stroke my sides earning whimpers from me as he missed the place where I wanted him.

Our lips parted as he looked me in the eye smirking the entire time. He lowered his head not losing the eye contact and started to leave a trail of kisses from my neck to my breast.  The hand on my side moved to the back to support my body as I leaned back to expose all my skin towards him.

His tongue circled around my nipple as he pinched rolled the other one between his fingers. “God damn…” I moaned softly as I felt his smirk against my skin.

Suddenly he stopped as an annoyed groan was heard from the back of my throat. “I don’t do things for free darling.”

I rolled my eyes at him as I stood up to lean my hands on his thigh. “Sounds fair…” I spoke as I pushed his upper body on the bed. I hovered over him as I started to leave butterfly kisses on his chest slowly making my way down to his pants.

Slowly I removed the first layer of clothing as I heard him groan impatient. “Darling speed up.” I heard him say as I moved my body upwards again. “be quiet and just enjoy the service.” I touched the tent in his underpants with my index finger as a growl was heard trough the room. “Don’t tease.”

I removed his last piece of clothing as my hands started to stroke his member up and down while circling my hand a little bit. He arched his back as he tried to sit up only for me to push him down again.

I kept going for a while till I heard his breath turning irregular and stopped. “Why are you doing that!” he yelled in anger sitting up immediately. “I don’t do things for free darling.” I said repeating his own words. “Then why not work on both at the same time.” He pulled me up and tossed me and the bed with my stomach hitting the blankets. Pan pulled my ass up and spread my legs trailing his finger across my panties.

“Look who is dripping wet.”
“Shut up you were moaning a while ago Pan.”

I heard him laugh as he placed a kiss on my back only to use his teeth to remove my underwear.

His finger slowly entered my as a moan escaped my lips. “One finger in and you are already full of pleasure.” “Other then you I had some activity these last couple years.” Another finger entered me as he started to curl his fingers upwards making a silent moan fall from my lips.

The third finger went in and he started to move around more hitting with his long fingers my good spot. “oh my god…” I moaned. “You like that?” He said full of mischief as he stopped moving not removing his hand. “What do you want me to say Pan.” I spoke looking at the boy from the corners of my eyes. “Say you want me, say you want me to enter you to make love to you so that you won’t be able to stand tomorrow and that only I can satisfy you.” “Any extra request?” I asked moving my head back towards the pillows. “Beg like you are being drowned in pleasure.” I signed. “move your hands first, it makes it for me easier.”

His hands started to move more roughly as I leaned on my elbows. “God damn Pan! More” I moaned. “Say it.” He spoke. “Pan please I want you inside of me!” I moaned as I heard a chuckle from behind me. “what else?” “Make love to me till I can’t stand anymore!” I groaned. “I need you!” I moaned.

His fingers left my body as I looked at the boy shifting my body to look at him. His fingers were dripping wet as he licked them seductively. “Good girl.”

He spread my legs as he entered with one big trust earning from both of us a loud moan. “God damn what are you tight.” he groaned as my nails dug into the sheets. He kept his trusts at a fast and steady rhythm but it was not enough. “O god Pan harder!” I would moan as he happily listened.

He shifted my body to the side hitting a different kind of spot that made sure to hit my g-spot with every trust. “Damn Pan!” He trusts started to get messy and sloppy as I felt my own high approaching.

With one big trust he and I both released as he moved out of me earning small whimpers from me at the loss of contact.

I was about to close my eyes as he pulled my body up towards his. “I’m not finished yet.” “Pan I have no energy left.” He plunged his finger into my aching core as I let out a painful scream. “S-Stop…” I mumbled as he started to move. Curling his finger to the side and circling his fingers inside of me. “Stop please it hurts!” “Really because it seems like you are enjoying it down there…” My face turned red as a painful moan fell from my lips as I came again. I tried to catch my breath as he entered me again. “GOD DAMN PAN!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

He started to move his hips in a circling movements as I wrapped my arms around him and dug my nails into his back. He nibbled at my ear lobe as he pulled me up so I sat on his lap. My head fell back as he left kisses on my skin. He started to move faster as every trust made a moan fall from my lips. I released as he followed after me after a few more trusts.

He laid me down as he sat up again waving his hand to clean us both up. I did not move, not because I was laying perfectly but I was far too tired. “So?” He asked as he waited for me to move. “Give up, I won’t be able to stand tomorrow just let me sleep here.”

“not going to happen.”
“What are you going to bring me back to my tent because my feet can’t carry me.”

He signed in defeat and laid besides me. “If you ever feel horny again please tell me so I can prepare myself…”

Playful Dinner

Requested by @theelitevillian: 81. “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.” with Marty Scurll please :D

Word Count: 641

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You couldn’t wait to get home and sleep because you were exhausted. You were with Marty today doing countless promotions for the Bullet Club. From a photoshoot bright and early in the morning to a very long meet and greet right after. Right now, you and Marty were on the way to a scheduled dinner with some representatives from Hot Topic, along with the Bucks, to discuss launching more BC merchandise nationwide.

You would totally knock out to sleep but the only thing that kept you wired up was the way Marty looked tonight. You’ve been drooling over him after seeing how sexy he was in his trunk for the shoot. Your dirty thoughts went wild looking at him in those tight skinny jeans he wore at the meet and greet; damn did his ass look so freaking fine in them. But now, you were staring at him focusing on the road in a full tux. Man, your boyfriend so was damn sexy. You bite your lip and you wiggled in your seat needing to feel anything.

You leaned over and placed a hot kiss on Marty’s sweet spot behind his ear.

“Babe, not right now okay? I’m driving love.” Marty chuckled.

“Yeah, but you look so sexy in your suit and I’m just dying to take it off.” You seductively whispered into his ear.  

Marty parked the car in front of the restaurant before he turned to you returning a kiss. “As tempting as you are, we have to get to the Bucks inside. We’re already late.”

You sighed as Marty got out of the car. You followed him into the restaurant to the private room in the back where the Bucks were waiting. You and Marty luckily got there before the representatives did.

You couldn’t stop staring at Marty and it just made you get even more hotter. You just wanted this all to be over and get your boyfriend to yourself and have your fun.

Maybe you could end the night faster.

Right as you thought that, the representatives came through the door. You all got up and greeting them with hellos and handshakes.

Everyone took their seats and the dinner started.

Throughout the dinner, you constantly teased Marty. Whether it was giving him sexy glances when no one was looking, leaning over so he can see down your dress or resting your hand on his thigh, you knew it was working. With every action you can see Marty clinch his jaw with the slightest sweat building up on his forehead.

You moved your hand back to his thigh and moved it up closer to his crotch as Nick made a joke that had everyone laughing.

Marty leaned over to you and whispered, “Love, you better stop this. You’re gonna regret it.” as he moved your hand back into your lap.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you wanted Marty now.

Right when Marty lifted his drink to his lips, you took his hand and placed it under your dress and said, “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear and I’m all wet for you.”

Marty choked on his drink. Bullseye. You got him.

“Whoa there Marty. Best you slow don’t there on that drink huh?” Matt said.

“Yeah. You know it’s getting pretty late, so me and (Y/N) are gonna head home now.”

“It’s not even midnight yet.” Nick added.

“Yes but I have a plane to catch early in the morning. Thank you for opportunity you are giving the Bullet Club. Bucks, I’ll see you. Have a goodnight.

Marty grabbed his jacket and quickly dragged you out of the restaurant.

“Darling, you are so in for a good punishment tonight.” Marty said as he started to car and raced out of the lot.

You couldn’t wait to get back home.

Moments - 5

(part 1) | (part 2) | (part 3) | (part 4) | (part 6) | (part 7)


soulmate au where the first words you’ll hear your soulmate say are inscribed on your wrist.

warnings: swearing, injury, descriptions of moderate torture 
word count: 1450

Please, help me, please.

It’s the only thought running through your head. There’s someone in front of you, face twisted in a malicious smile. He has a knife in his hand and the silver blade is glinting in your eye and it’s coming closer and closer to you and you’re moving farther and farther away until you’re on the tip of your toes and you can’t move any further back. Someone’s talking, quietly at first, then loud, screaming, screeching until your ears can’t bear it.  

“Stop! Please!  I don’t know! I don’t know!”

The knife is digging into your skin, twisting and turning, and you realize you’re the one screaming. There’s laughter  around you, ricocheting against the walls, surrounding you, squeezing, suffocating, and then–

Then there’s another voice, croaky and low and you can barely hear it, but it’s there and the familiarity is cutting through the laughter and your screaming dies down until your throat is abraded.

“Don't– don’t hurt her.”


He’s not supposed to be here. He’s not supposed to be beside you, with a split lip and bruises and covered in blood, like you. He’s not supposed to be suffering.

The knife leaves your skin and then there’s someone walking towards him and you want to scream. You want to warn him, tell him that they’re coming, that he should get away while he can, but you can’t form the words.

They’re in front of him now, knife poised at the base of his neck and digging in just enough to draw blood.

“She’s your soulmate.” The voice– it’s a woman’s, so familiar it makes your chest constrict.

“I know.”

“What are you going to do about it ?” Natasha. That’s Natasha’s voice.

“I don’t know.”

It’s quiet for a moment,  and then there’s a flash of silver and then red and there’s blood everywhere and suddenly you’re screaming again and Bucky falls to his knees and there’s a pool of blood surrounding him and his eyes are wide and dead and–

You sit up, body screaming in protest as a deep, throbbing ache radiates off of throughout your bones. There’s a guttural scream caught in your throat and your breathing is so rapid and skin so flushed that you don’t notice the two people beside your beside until someone has a hand on your shoulder and you’re scrambling back on the bed, eyes glassy and unable to focus.

“Y/N, hey, hey– it’s Nat, it’s okay.”

You stop moving and your gaze lands on her worried face, then on Bucky, who’s watching the exchange with wide eyes. Bucky, who’s standing in front of you, very alive, not a single cut on his face. You can breathe again.

You let go of your death grip on the sheets and colour fills your face again as you breathe out an apology.

“Hey, don’t worry.” She sits down on the edge of your bed and offers you a small smile. You try to return it, but you’re pretty sure the most you can manage is a grimace– your entire face still hurts. Her hand takes yours, lightly, comfortingly, and you look away, ashamed. You’re a trained agent, and whatever happened wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Someone should stay with you tonight.” She’s not looking at you. Instead, her green eyes seem to be piercing through Bucky, who maintains her stare with his own sharp look. Your gaze switches back and forth between them, not unnoticing of the tension in the room. You can see the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows– it’s more pronounced, you realize, because he’s uncomfortable– then he nods.

Nat gives you another smile, and then she’s standing up and stalking out of the room, not looking back at Bucky. You want to yell at her, tell her to come back and not leave you alone with Bucky, because he might be your soulmate, but he hates you and he’s made as much clear. You don’t want to– you can’t spend another minute with him because every time you look at him, you’re reminded of your own desperation and the ache in your chest, but mostly, of the day you figured out you were soulmates.

Bucky sits down in Nat’s spot, eyes trained on your face. His metal hand is clenched into a tight fist and you know he doesn’t mean danger, that he might not like you but he wouldn’t ever hurt you (not physically). Still, you shift away. It’s the slightest movement, but Bucky Barnes, well, he’s a sniper and then an assassin and he’d be damned if he doesn’t catch on to things like that. Instantly his eyes widen and his fist loosens and he opens his mouth to say something.

There’s a lump forming in your throat as you watch him, eyes focused on the plates of his arm, his shirt, his skin, anywhere but his face.


It’s the first time you’ve ever heard him say your name, or even acknowledge you for that matter. Something inside you swells, pleasantly, but then you close your eyes and the image of Nat and him kissing is burned into your eyelids and the feeling’s gone as fast is it came.

“Y/N– do you–” he swallows again. “Do you remember what you said to me? When I found you?”

Your eyes flick to him in disbelief. You were dying, barely conscious if even, after weeks of being questioned over and over about his goddamn whereabouts. So no, you don’t remember what you said to him. Still, your heartbeat picks up it’s pace and your hands are really warm all of a sudden because he’s looking at you with such intensity, blue eyes searching your face, then staring you right in the eye. You look away.

“No, I don’t.” Your voice is raspy. It hurts to speak, far more than the dull ache you feel every time you breathe.

“You,” he stops talking and brings his hand up to rub at his face. He’s selecting his words carefully, you can tell. His jaw is set and his flesh hand is flushed red and his pupils are dilated and–

“You said that I was your soulmate. I just– is it true?”  Your breathing stops. Shit.

You cough, hard, racking up your lungs half in shock and half because there’s something stuck in your throat and your eyes burn and you’re coughing until there are tears in your eyes, but Bucky’s eyes remain fixated on your as he hands you a glass of water, and his expression remains expectant as you gulp it down.

“Is it true?”

“Of course not.”

He can see right through your bluff. “Is it true?”

“I was delusional!” You look at him, exasperated. “I was on the verge of dying– every single day I spent there I felt like– I fucking wished– it would be my last, that I wasn’t going to make it till tomorrow. Thank you for saving me, I owe you my life, I honestly do. But that doesn’t mean you can ask me whatever comes to your head, especially when it’s about something stupid I said when I was half alive and barely conscious. ”

Is it true?”

“Fuck, Bucky, yes! Okay? Yes, it’s true.”

The back of your eyes sting and the colour leaves Bucky’s face. He stands up, passing his hands over his face as if you’ve just burdened him with the weight of the world. Then–

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You can’t believe this man, pretending like the news impacts his entire life, pretending like it actually matters to him when he’s made it real damn clear that it doesn’t, because he has a girlfriend that he’s in love with and he can be happy with and if anyone gets to be selfish in this situation, it’s you.

You turn to him, eyes wide and breathing heavy. “When was I supposed to do that?

His stare makes you want to punch him in the face because he looks just as exasperated as you do. As if he has the fucking right.

“When you found out!”

You clench your teeth and take in a deep breath, counting down to ten before speaking up. “When? When you were busy swapping spit with my best friend? What should I have done ? Been like– ‘Hey, I know you just told her you love her, but we’re soulmates?”

“I deserved to know!”

“Get out.”

He drops his hand and his eyebrows shoot up. “What?”

Get. Out.”  You lift a bandaged hand and point to the door.

Bucky stares at you for a moment, then his jaw twitches in anger and he balls his fists and his eyes become wet and red, and then he storms out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

The tears spill before you can stop them.

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Jackson, Wyoming

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader;

Rating/Warnings: NC-17; Explicit sexual content; There’s detail of what a migraine feels like. (Some of it. Definitely not ALL symptoms) Also, I was in dire need of some hurt/comfort and fluff. So, there’s that too.

Word Count: 3,422

Summary: Jensen plans a getaway for he and his long time girlfriend (Y/N) He chooses Jackson, Wyoming for its seclusion.Y/N is not aware of how much Jensen is struggling, but she’ll soon find out. (This is also in the same verse as Hunting Island)

A/N: I’ll be honest, I started out writing this with a lot more in mind but I ran out of time. Its kind of a miracle that I was able to put myself together long enough to write this. Its basically a case of too much personal shit and not enough brain cells to handle it. But I do hope you enjoy this. Also, there will be a part 2) I also neglected to say that this was part of Lau’s Summer Escape Challenge put together by the awesome @dancingalone21! Thank you for having such a fun challenge!

Also, @tas898, thank you for reading over this and telling me that it wasn’t crap. I appreciate it more than you know, twinsie!

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The trip to Jackson, Wyoming had been set and organized for months ahead of time, but because of Jensen’s schedule, it had also been rescheduled more than once.

His ‘time off’ for hiatus was variable at best. There were always script readings and conventions to attend. It was still incredibly rare that he had a long stretch of time to spend doing ‘nothing’.

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Dom Race

Requested by one of my lovely followers :)



  • Ever since you’d first became a newsie, you had found Racetrack Higgins quite attractive. His beautiful eyes, flawless features, his humor, his boyish grin that could turn into the sexiest smirk a gal ever would see. His god damn smirk got to you all the time. He would only had to smirk, even just slightly, and you would be at your knees for him.

  • But at the same time, Race was one of the biggest flirts in all of the newsies. He constantly would woo women and young ladies while selling papers. And you knew that Race and his dumb smirk and flirting could not get the best of you. You tried to flirt back but it backfired and created a tension which you couldn’t explain and Race started to become more touchy. And you didn’t mind at first until you thought you figured out that he was just toying with you.

  • So you did your best to space yourself from Race. You would pick Albert, Buttons, even go as far as picking Les to be your selling parter. You made sure Race would never be able to be your selling partner because it would hurt you to watch him flirt with any woman who would give him the time. And Race began to catch on to your motive.

  • It was lunch time one day and you decided to head back to the lodging house to eat a bit and take a quick break. You were passing the alleyway next to the building when someone pulled you into the alleyway and pressed you against the wall. “What the hell- Race?!? What the hell?”

  • “(Y/N), you'se been ignoring me and I gots to knows why. Did I offend you? Did I say or do something wrong? C'mon babe, ya gotta tell me” you felt heat rise to your cheeks due to Race pressing against you to keep you pinned to the wall. “R-race, let me go. I just wanted to have a bit of lunch and finish sellin’ the few papers I have left,” you explained as you tried to push him off of you

  • Race quickly reacted by pinning your wrists above your head “Youse not going anywhere until you tells me why you keeps ignoring me, babe” he almost growls “I’m not your babe so don’t call me that. You feel so entitled to flirt with every woman in Manhattan, so go call one of the babe. Not me” you spat at him, voice dripping with venom. Race just pushed himself harder onto you “oh, I see your jealous of all the girls that I give attention too. You want to be selfish and have me only flirts and touch you. Isn’t that right… baby girl?”

  • “God dammit Race,” like a switch went off in your head, you now were putty in his hands from that nick name, “I am jealous, okay? Because you made me feel special to you and then you rip it away by giving other gals that same feeling” and he just chuckled in response and leaned into your ear to whisper “oh, (y/n), how are you so blind? You probably don’t even see the tension that’s always been between us.”

  • Your breath hitched in the back of your throats at his strong words “and now I’m gonna have to show you how hard I’ve been working to get you to notice me more and how much effort I put into flirting with you. You don’t even appreciate that looks I give you or my sweet talking anymore and I’m just gonna have to fix that” without a second thought, you pressed your lips to his and he immediately responded with an equal if not stronger force, “it’s time i shows you how you make feel all the damn time”

  • And a second later, Race had thrown you over his shoulder sand was carrying you into the lodging house. Upon entering he threw you onto his bed in the room he shared with Albert and Romeo. “You think you can accuse me of trying to toy with you and say all that shit to me. Well baby girl, I am your daddy and I own you” he spoke sharply between kisses before he started to attack your neck. You felt him nip and suck in at least three different spots on your neck, including your sweet spot, “you’re not allowed to cover any of those love bites, understands?”

  • All you could do was nod “that’s a good girl, now why don’t you strip down to your undergarments for daddy” You stood off the bed and slowly began to strip teasing him “Uh-uh little girl, no teasing or I’ll leave you locked in here till you’ll behave” you quickly finished stripping, leaving yourself in your bra and panties “awe look at my angel, so flustered by her daddy giving her all this attention. Why don’t you undress me, baby girl?” He smirked

  • You nodded as you climbed on top of hone, straddling his hips. You began to undo the buttons of his shirt then unbuckling his suspenders and finally slipping all the close of his chest. Your hands traced the outlines out the muscle from his biceps to his abs. “Does my baby girl like what she sees?” You nodded “no no, little girl, use your words”

  • “daddy, you just look to good, especially with me straddling you,” you blushed at your own attempt of dirty talk. This made Race smirk as he sat up. “you’ve been a good girl, what do you want to do? Do you already want my cock, or should I eat you out, or would you like to ride my thigh?” Each option sounded so good to you and it was impossible to decide

  • “I-I wanna ride your thigh, first,” you admitted and he helped you position yourseld. Slowly he guided your hips down in order for you to hump his thigh, your cunt still clothed along with his leg. The site of you riding his thigh and being so needy for him really started to get turned on. While you kept riding his thigh, he reached behind you and un did your bra and if he hadn’t had leaned in so close he wouldn’t have heard your soft moans “c'mon baby girl, you can be louder than that. If not, well I’ll just have to punish you”

  • When race thought you were close to your edge, he picked you up off his thigh only to toss you back on too the bed “you looked beautiful riding my thigh, but now I wanna see you scream for me while I eat you out” he drew out his words while pulling off you panties. He lifted your legs onto his shoulders before spreading them to make sure to give you maximum pleasure “baby girl, your so wet and I have barely touched you. Who makes you so horny baby girl?” “M-my daddy Race does. Now please- please touch me” Race traced your fold and your lips with his fingers followed by his tongue and then he finally let fingers pry your wetness apart so he could start sucking at your clit

  • “Daddy, mhmm… fuck , Yes!” Profanities and moans escaped your lips each one louder than the last as he brought you back on your edge. Your fingers dig into his hair when two fingers harshly entered you and pumped in and out. The feeling he gave you was absolutely sensational,“daddy, may I please cum for you?” “Yes, baby girl, cum around my fingers and tongue” with that you had your first orgasm of the night which shook your whole body

  • You were left panting as Race stood up, removing the rest of his clothes and putting a condom on himself. He crawled back on top of you and held both your wrists in one hand “and now I’m gonna show you what I think about doing to you every time I sees you” he smirks, teasing your entrance with his cock “beg, baby girl, beg for me to fuck the life out of you

  • You gave into his commands "Daddy, please pound relentlessly into me, make me cum all over your cock,” with those words he unexpectedly slipped into you and began pounding into you. The feeling was painful yet so pleasurable. Your body began to shake slightly from his over stimulation.

  • “Are you already back on edge again baby girl? Because god I am close too. Your count is just so tight and, ugh, am I hitting your g-spot? I know I am from how fast you were back in the edge. Who makes you feels this good?! Let all of Manhattan know who owns you, baby girl!” And then your second orgasm came for the night, and while you rode it out he kept pounding into you before reaching his own “Fuck, daddy, Race, Anthony, oh fuck only you make me feel so good”

  • He pulled out before cuddling up next toy you “damn right I do. I love you, (y/n)” you yawned and responded by cuddling up and pressing a kiss to his collar bone “I love you too, Race”