i wanted to have him ripping his shirt off

Foul Play (M)

Originally posted by minspink

Summary: Everyone loves a good rivalry, and the students at your university are no exception. Unluckily for you, the rivalry of the decade is between yourself and a furiously irritating Park Jimin. A top gymnast and a basketball star shouldn’t cross paths, but Jimin makes his way into your heart before you can put a stop to it.
Word Count: 24.314
Genre: college au, basketball player Jimin, sports university
A/N: A while ago @workofteaguk was doubting my lane while simultaneously having a crisis over Jimin. So naturally, retaliation was in order. This is all @minsvga‘s fault for encouraging me to run with this idea.

Elitism brings out the worst in people. Feelings of superiority run unchecked where talent and hard work meet to flourish and thrive, where young athletes spend their days training their bodies to the limits, pushing themselves harder to reach the ultimate dream: to receive validation and know that the years they’ve spent sacrificing sleep and jobs and romance for medals, winning seasons, and future professions has been worth it.

And as any good athlete knows, elitism leads to rivalry. Rivalries between teammates, between neighboring schools, or, most notably, a rivalry between Seoul Sports University’s top gymnast and one of the best point guards to grace the basketball court. And when rivalry and hatred reach such a level, it attracts attention from outsiders, from those who find amusement from such bitter hatred between two young people. Two young people who share common goals and similar training regimes, who for all intents and purposes should be close, but cannot stand the sight of one another.

This is a feeling that you know intimately.

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Come Home (Newt Scamander x Reader)

The winner of the Newt Vs. Steve contest. Hope you enjoy!

He sat across from you at the kitchen table in your small London flat. You lazily stirred a spoon in your cold tea, watching as he eagerly read a letter from New York; more specifically, a girl from New York. Tina Goldstein to be exact.

You knew by the glimmer in his green eyes that he was going to leave, most likely due to her requesting his presence in America. You knew that she was beginning to take a spot in his heart that was supposed to be meant for only you, and you didn’t know how to accept that.

“You look happy,” you noted, setting your spoon on the table as Newt lowered the letter. A grin had formed on his face, his eyes crinkled at the corners as he sat back in his squeaky chair.

“I guess I am,” he beamed, his smile remained bright as his eyes found yours.

“Care to elaborate?” You questioned, leaning back in your own chair while crossing your arms over your chest.

“It looks like I’m returning to New York again!” He exclaimed gleefully. “Tina located a few Bowtruckles and wants me to take them in! I can’t put into words how excited I am to return; there was so much I wanted to do last time and-“

“Am I going with you?” You interrupted his wild speech after noticing that he was only mentioning things that he wanted to do. Newt’s grin faltered and he moved foward to grasp onto your hand; you allowed him to and watched him carefully.

“I don’t think it would be best,” he told you. He didn’t look the least bit bothered by the fact that you wouldn’t be joining him. “Tina is only expecting me, and I have to leave first thing in the morning, she even sent a ticket for the boat-”

“How considerate,” you snapped, pulling your hand out of his roughly. Newt looked shocked at your sudden action.

“This is a great opportunity, Y/N, don’t be mad at me,” he seethed, watching as you stood up to place your cup in the sink. You stood with your back to him when you began to speak again.

“I don’t understand how you can think I would be okay with you leaving me behind!” You said, voice shaking from anger. “I work with you and the creatures, Newt, this is my life! And suddenly you want to leave me behind?”

“You know that’s not true,” he protested, rising from his seat. “But I don’t always need you to be there; the creatures and I will be fine for a few weeks in New York without you!”

“I’m glad to hear that you don’t need me,” you stated, turning to face him with glassy eyes. He couldn’t feel any kind of remorse for bringing you to tears; there had once been a time where he would have been a mess at the sight of you crying.

“What do you want me to say? I’m perfectly capable of doing things without you! I’m getting the Bowtruckles and coming back here to you, Y/N.”

“Don’t you dare try to convince me that I’m not the one who has your heart anymore!” You yelled, voice cracking. Newt jumped, his jaw dropping slightly as his heart began to feel heavy. “You’re in love with someone else, Newt. She’s in New York, and I’m not her.”

“Y/N,” he sniffled, stepping towards you, his hand beginning to stretch out to you. You merely shook your head and stepped back.

“Go to New York, Newt,” you whispered, wiping at your eyes quickly before looking at him. He closed his eyes as he looked into your own, not able to handle the wall he could see being put up in you. The wall that would be used to keep him out, to push him away.

“I’m just confused, you know I love you-”

“If you really loved me, you wouldn’t have fallen for her,” you declared. “You are a pathetic excuse of a man, Newt Scamander.”

Newt sat across from Queenie in the kitchen of the apartment. Tina was at work, leaving the magizoologist alone with her sister.

“I don’t mean to pry,” Queenie began as she stirred her steaming coffee. “There are just some things that I can’t help but hear-”

“Please don’t read my mind,” he pleaded quietly in a hoarse voice.

Newt had returned to New York without you after making you promise to wait for him in London. He hadn’t realized how different life would be without you, though. There was more to do in the case. There was no one there to fix his hair after a night of falling asleep at his desk, but then again, there was no one there to make sure that he didn’t fall asleep at his desk.

“Your thoughts are kinda loud right now,” Queenie stated, looking down at her cup with a frown. “I just want to know what your intentions with my sister are.”

“I can assure you that my intentions are strictly platonic,” he rushed out nervously.

“Y/N didn’t seem to think so, did she?” Queenie inquired, her eyes flashing up to meet his with a hint of suspicion. She had always liked you and had admired your relationship with Newt; it hurt her to know that her sister was the reason you and Newt were fighting.

“You know what Y/N thought,” he snapped, beginning to feel upset. “She and I are going to work things out when I return to London, though. Everything will be okay for us.”

“Mr. Scamander, I know what happened between you and Tina,” Queenie sighed sadly. Newt’s leg hit the bottom of the table and he winced.

“It was a mistake,” he attempted to reassure her.

“Tina doesn’t think so. She doesn’t even know that you’re still with Y/N.”

“Well, I am still with Y/N,” he insisted, despite not knowing where your relationship stood.

It wouldn’t be until he returned to London that he found out.

“Let’s talk,” you stated as Newt entered the kitchen the morning after he returned from New York. You clutched a letter behind your back as you stood in front of the sink, watching as he stumbled wearily into a seat at the table.

“Would you like to start?” He questioned lowly, looking up at you as he played nervously with the sleeve of his shirt.

“Okay,” you breathed out, grasping tightly onto the letter. “How was New York?”

“It was fine,” he told you. “The new Bowtruckles are in the case and seem to like the others.”

“Did you see Jacob?”

“Yes, he and Queenie are getting very well acquainted again, I believe there will be a wedding soon,” he said with a small smile. “I always thought it would be us getting married first.”

“I… I don’t see a wedding in our future,” you whispered slowly, closing your eyes so you couldn’t watch the hurt fill his face.

“W-What?” He choked out, finding it hard to breathe as the weight of your words came crashing down over him. A tidal wave of what could have been. “Y/N, please don’t say that-”

“Tina sent me a letter,” you interrupted him, shakily holding the letter in front of your trembling body. You opened your eyes and found Newt shaking his head slightly, eyes filled with tears. “She wanted to make sure I was alright, you know, since we apparently we aren’t together anymore. She wanted to say sorry for her new relationship with you-”

“Give me that!” He exclaimed, jumping up from the table and bounding over to rip the letter from your hands.

“Step away from me right now,” you growled out, putting the letter behind your back. He began to speak before you cut him off. “I don’t want to hear what you have to say, this letter made it very clear that our relationship is done. I have my things packed, I should go.”

“No, Y/N, please,” he begged, falling to his knees and grabbing ahold of your legs as he cried. His head rested on your stomach, your shirt began to dampen from his tears as you attempted to pull away.

“Let go of me, Newt,” you demanded, pushing at his shoulders. He shook his head, looking up at you as he continued to cry.

“Stay, Y/N, please-”

“Let me go-”

“No, not until you-”

There was a loud slap, his head reeling to the side from the force of your hand against his cheek. His crying went silent as your hand stung, and finally, his arms dropped from your legs. You could tell that you had shook him down to his core, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you left the kitchen to gather your bags.

“Goodbye, Newt.”

A/N: Definitely thinking about a part two for a reunion at a little wedding in New York. Let me know what you guys think.

At a Concert
  • Seokjin: Thank you all for tonight and there is something I want to show you! *Starts unbuttoning his shirt*
  • Namjoon: *Runs in front of him* No hyung what are you doing?!
  • Seokjin: *Pushes Nams out of the way and rips off the rest of his shirt to reveal a giant heart taped to his chest*
  • Namjoon: Why do you have to play with my emotions like this?!

The two of you were by yourselves. Damon’s great idea was to tie Kai up and then hand him over to you. Damon didn’t care what you did to Kai. As long as he never saw him again in Mystic Falls, you could do whatever you pleased. You knew his magic didn’t work but you were still prepared for the worst…

“Y/N, I know your hereeee. Come out. This is no fun” Kai’s voice echoed throughout the place and you graced him with your presence. He lightly chuckled because of how innocent you looked. Kai always had a crush on you since the two of you meant before he was sent to Hell. To try and lighten the mood, he began to make jokes.

“Ooh, are you here to punish me? Cause that’s kind of hot” Kai stated tilting his head and licking his lips. You rolled your eyes at Kai’s remarks and tried your best to act confident.

“Kai, shut up! I’m not here to be your friend. Damon handed you over to me which means you better be extra nice to me” You explained crossing your arms. Kai smirked and raised his eyebrows. Your sudden attitude turned him on even more.

“Someone’s feisty… how about you let me loose and we can have some fun” Kai said pulling at his chains. You laughed. “Well that’s bad news for you because my type are not psychopaths” Kai sighed and threw his head back.

“Oh come onnn. We are by ourselves. There’s no magic in this room. I can’t get out of here if I wanted to. I won’t hurt you. ” You bit your lip turning away from Kai. You hated him. You really did. You weren’t going to let your dumb teenage hormones and Kai’s manipulative sexy voice get the best of you.

“What’s the matter, sweetie? Re-thinking your decisions”

“I-I can’t take off your chains” you looked at Kai. You had to stop pretending to hate him.

“Fine. Come over here. I’ll let you ride my face” Your cheeks reddened at Kai’s demand but you slowly walked over him. “Don’t act like I can’t smell your arousal. Hop up baby” Kai said and you climbed on top of kai holding onto his shoulders.

Kai moved your panties to the side and licked a stripe up you pussy “Kai, that feels so good” you said gripping on his shoulders tighter. Kai began to suck on your clit. “fuuccck kai"” You began to moan as Kai chuckled. “Shit, I’m about to cum” You yell as you cum into his mouth. You got off of kai with your legs quivering searching for the key in your pocket to unlock. Kai was in his chair waiting patiently licking the rest of your mess from his lips. You found the key and began to strip the chains off him.

“Now we’re ready to have some fun” kai exclaimed ripping his shirt off and following yours. The two of you stripping each’s other clothing one by one. Kai walked the two of you over to the bar counter and bended you over.

“I knew you always wanted me to fuck you since the day we met. Who knew you were such a naughty girl?” Kai hands gripped your hips as he drove himself into your slick cunt. You gripped onto the counter tightly as your knuckles began to turn white as Kai pumped in and out of you. “Kai your cock feels so good I’m going to cum soon" Kai didn’t stop, wanting the two of you to cum together. “Fuck your pussy is so tight” kai exclaimed. “Cum for me baby girl” your head dropped and buried onto the counter as you and kai came together. Kai pulled out and chuckled.

“My naughty girl. What are we gunna tell Damon and Stefan?” Kai said pulling his pants back on.

“I guess this place is our little secret” you said shrugging your shoulders and placing your lips on Kai Parker.


CEO/ Vampire Jungkook X Stripper Y/N

Genre: Angst, Fluff, & Smut

Length: Chapter 1/ ?

Author Note: If you actually like this idea it was because of @ninanevip Bless her. This was supposed to be just a mood board(which you can see is here) ,but it manifested into this lovely idea that I have. Please leave feedback because it helps me as a writer. Thank you for everyone who read the teaser and waited patiently till I wrote it. Of Course the teaser is somewhat different from the actual story. Also Jungkook being a vampire isn’t mentioned here but in the next chapters. 


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Dirty Mouth II


Characters: Jon Moxley (or Dean Ambrose, its more Mox era though) x OC/Reader

Summary: Mox wants more and OFC isn’t quite sure. Follow on from my original Dirty Mouth fic, you don’t need to read the other one, but that one is a bit smuttier if that’s your thaaaang.

Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex.

Do let me know if you wanna be tagged in any of my fics (:  Please please please let me know what you think!


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Unforgettable - Choi Minho (M)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Author’s note: Here it is, the part 2 to Unrequited! I highly recommend reading part 1 first so that you’ll understand what’s going on in this installment. Anyway, thank you so much to everyone who read Unrequited and to anyone who’s going to read this - you guys motivate me so much, you have no idea. Enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think! :) ♡ (The GIF is mine)

You have gotten a little used to waking up to Taemin’s face during the morning because there were some nights that you would have an impromptu sleepover either at your place or his when one or both of you were really drunk and couldn’t get home but that morning, seeing his bare, lightly tanned torso and handsome face, you felt uncomfortable. And also because you were naked, which was completely unlike all the other mornings that you found him lying next to you.

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The Perils of Fake-Dating a Superheroine (Nathanael/Queen Bee!Chloe)



Nothing had brought more peril or bother to Nathanael’s life than the day Hawkmoth got it in his head that he was dating Queen Bee.

It had started with a chance rescue, the black and yellow heroine scooping him up as he fell from the claws of an Akuma that dangled him over the Seine. And at the time, it had been thrilling; to be scooped up by Paris’ latest heroine and whisked away over the rooftops away from danger. There wasn’t a teenager in Paris that hadn’t idly fantasized about being rescued by one of the four superheroes that saved their city on a regular basis.

Then the kidnappings started.

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Deep Breath

Originally posted by threxody

Request: “Hi can I request a scenario?(smut😎)Its when Jongin suddently got psycho but in a sexy way(many expressions like in his Deep Breath dance)and says scary things but he notices you got scared and starts acting like a real gentleman and cares about you” -anon

Genre: Smut, Vampire Au

Characters: Kim Jongin ( a.k.a. Kai) x Reader

Summary: One of the most powerful vampires had come in town looking for you and you have no choice but to surrender to him. He was a very dangerous man and you’re aware of that, but why does the way he tries to intimidate you and dominate you to follow his commands turn you on so much?

A/N: The quotes in italic are lyrics from Kai’s Deep Breath performance.

“I want you

Cut away all the painful memories

I know, I feel

I’m gradually dying”

It was already 3AM. Everyone had warned you at this point; your friends, family, your clan, everyone. You left your home as soon as they told you what happened, leaving your belongings because you knew they were only going to get in the way. Some offered to hide you but you couldn’t accept. You didn’t even know why this was happening and you didn’t want to get anyone hurt.

4AM, you’re running through the forest. No one was chasing you, not yet. But still, the fear was not letting you stay still, you had to keep moving. You were desperate to get away but something inside you told you that there was no use, that he would catch you sooner or later.

At about 6AM, you stopped running. Your feet couldn’t carry you any longer and after running for hours, your energy was drained. From a few feet away you saw that there was a tree with orangey-reddish fruits hanging from it’s branches. You had never seen them before but you figured they were the only food you would find close by so you started to pick out some to eat. There was always the chance that these exotic looking fruits could be poisonous but you had no choice, you had to eat to gain energy and go. You consumed the fruits and continued walking. You didn’t run because you simply couldn’t anymore, you were barely walking at a fast pace.

Not even 10 minutes passed since you ate and you started to feel like something was wrong with your body. Your feet didn’t hurt anymore but you felt heavier making it even more difficult to walk. Dizziness and nausea also start making an impact on your system. You stopped walking, the sick feeling wasn’t getting any better. As you were catching you breath and trying to get the symptoms to where off, you heard something. You turned to the sound and looked around frantically but saw nothing. Maybe it’s just hallucinations you thought, god damn it, I’m going crazy.

You started walking again but you stopped, startled by another noise. And this time, you could hear it closer. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought as your mind was racing to look for the most logical move. Because it could be your imagination running wild as a side effect from whatever the hell you just ate, or maybe it wasn’t. You couldn’t take any chances at this point so you started running the opposite way in which you heard the noises.

In your mind you prayed for it to just be nothing. For it to be a fraction of your imagination and for a minute you were starting to believe it was. But you heard footsteps right behind you, chasing you. Your breathing was ragged as you fought internally to keep going but your legs were giving out on you. Great, you thought, this is the end, I will get tortured and God know what else for the rest of my life until they decide to kill me probably. You slowed down but it didn’t, who ever it was. But you already had an idea of who it could be. It grabbed you by your waist, throwing your body on their shoulder, turning direction and running again. You were too tired to even fight it, you knew it was coming to get you sooner or later, so you let him grab you and carry you to where ever it was that they planned to take you. Your eyes slowly came shut and you fell asleep the whole way.

“You’re the light in the dark

You disappeared

I chased you

My heart is cold

You’re the thunder”

Upon waking up, you started feeling around where you were. In your hands you could feel light cushions, cold sheets and soft pillows. You were definitely in someone’s bed. You stayed silent and layed there for a few seconds trying to decipher if there was someone there but you couldn’t hear anything so you opened your eyes. You looked around to see that you were in a room, a visibly expensive one. You were laying on a bed and across from it was a door. You then hurried to get on your feet and walked to the door. You were already thinking that this was possibly your pass back home. But as you placed your hand on the door knob and twisted it, you realized it was locked.

“You honestly don’t think I would be that stupid to let the door unlocked, do you?” A voice said behind you, startling you. There was someone here the whole time? you thought. You turned and you were faced with the one and only Jongin. The famous prince of the supernatural world, one of the most powerful vampires known. His facial structure was inhumanly perfect, as well as the rest of his body. Clothes nicely fitted and a smirk was directed solely at you. His presence radiated not only dominance, but also danger and those weren’t a very good combination.

“Because if you do,” he added “you have a bad misconception of me, little lady”. You shook of the strange feeling you got from hearing his velvety voice and asked him with an angry tone in your voice “Why am I here?”, making him chuckle. He put his hand in his pockets and walked closer to you. “You know, people tend to try and make themselves seem look bigger when they are the most scared” he said walking behind you and stroking your hair with his hand.

“But to answer your question, you’re here because you’re special” he said, creating a confusion in your mind. He continued to explain “You see, I’ve heard various things about you and I think you would benefit me in many ways” then he got closer to you and put your hair behind your ear to then whisper “So many different ways”

You were holding your breath as he stayed there hovering over your ear. You didn’t know what to say, think or do. You couldn’t just run away from the situation because the door was locked but also, a part of yourself didn’t want to leave. Such a dominate demeanor and manly voice was pulling you in without you even noticing it.

“I certainly expected you to be more aggressive by of my sudden request but hearing you be so quiet is making me thing you like this” he said now looking into your eyes as he looked for any sign of fear in them. But there was none. You weren’t scared in the moment, yes you knew how dangerous he was. He could probably kill you at any second and you didn’t deny his request because of that. But you also didn’t deny it because of how attractive he was being, so much attention specially from this man was having an effect on you.

“I-I’m just not scared of you, if that what you’re expecting” you stuttered but managed you say in a more quite tone. Yeah, he was totally affecting you by the second, you thought. The smirk grew back on his face as he said “I see” and walked closer to you. You started walking backwards until your back hit the door. He placed his hands around your head and leaned his face closer to yours. You could feel his breath on you and you were pretty sure he felt yours too.

Then he said “Maybe you’re not scared but your heart rate is going up fast, so you must be feeling something, or am I wrong?” and you now noticed how loud the pumping of your heart was being. You opened your mouth to reply but closed it, not knowing what to say. “Relax love, I’m not going to kill you or anything alike,” he said but then added “Or maybe I am” and leaned to your neck, licking it slowly. Your breath hitched and you moaned at the contact from his tongue and your skin.

“Traces that remained


You’re already addicted to me”

He kissed and sucked on the sensitive skin on your neck, leaving you a moaning mess. You held on to his shoulders as he continued slowly torturing you. “J-Jongin, please stop” you said to him but he wasn’t having it with your lies “Stop? I don’t think you” he replied. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and ripped the shirt in two. Looking in to your eyes, he started caressing your exposed skin making his was up to your breast.

He played with the straps of your bra for a few seconds and later slipped them off to reveal your breast to him. “I think you really want me to stop. If you wanted me to stop, you could have. But those little moans, hmm” he hummed, closing his eyes and massaging your breast “and your nipples are so hard, and I haven’t even licked them or sucked on them yet” he added.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he said “But we’ll have to skip the foreplay for some other time, love. Let’s both get just what we want”. He got his hands for you and walked to his bed, sitting in the edge of it. He unbuttoned his shirt just enough for his collarbone to be seen and he looked up at you. His gaze was filled with lust and it felt purely sensual having his eyes on you.

You wanted to follow your mind, which was telling you to get out of there while you still could. He was still a dangerous man under that hypnotizing stare, and you were just a mere mortal. You knew this could all be a trap to do who knows what, but his seduction made your heart beat so loud you couldn’t even hear your own thoughts anymore. You started feeling your feet move and without thinking it, you were already in front of him. You choose to silence your mind and gave into the temptation.

Eyes still on yours, he lowered his hands to his pants and unbuttoned them. You couldn’t help but to lower your gaze to his hands and notice the bulge that had appeared in his pants. You licked your lips at the sight and looked back at his face to see him smirk at your reaction. He stood up and grabbed you by your shoulders to lead you to the bed and push you down. 

“You realize who I am right?” he asked as he took of your clothing piece by piece. He continued “I’m the most powerful and evil vampire there is to know in this area. I came looking for you and caught you. Now you’re here and you’re not even fighting back?” you stayed silent as he added “How sick do you have to be to let such person like me do whatever they please with you? How sick do you have to be to like it?”.

In a moment, you were already naked while he was still fully clothed on top of you. You went to touch his pants and pull them down but he stopped you. He said “You don’t have a say on what happens now, darling. Remember, you’re mine now and I get to do what I please” leaning down to you he then continued “And you’re going to love it”.

Then Jongin couldn’t wait anymore and slid his hand to your folds, rubbing and stroking lightly at your clit to get you ready but with how turned on you were by now, you were more than ready. He chuckled and said “Well, it looks like you’re excited for what’s to come, huh? And here I was thinking for a second I’d have to persuade you”, and with that he pulled your legs apart and placed his crotch in front of yours. He didn’t waste any time and quickly took out his member to align in your entrance. You only got a quick glimpse of it but you saw that it was red and straight up, which made you think he wanted this as much as you did.

He started sliding his member in you, inch by inch. Both of you let moans as it got in. When it was fully in, Jongin stopped to say “Fuck, you feel so good and tight around my cock, sweetheart. I swear I could stay here all day inside of you” and then started to thrust in and out. In mere seconds he got his rhythm going and let out grunts as he continued to fuck you.

You couldn’t help but moan and whimper at his actions. The way he was moving and hitting you in the right places was driving you to insanity. His face contoured with pure lust and pleasure was a blessing to witness in person, and also to be the one causing said pleasure. Jongin, himself wanted to control his noises and have you completely dominated and wrecked by him but he got lost in the way and couldn’t help but give in to the pleasure he was receiving. It’s not like you needed to be dominated anymore since in your mid, you had already submitted to him.

As time got by, his thrusts got sloppier and rougher. He pounded into you hard enough that you couldn’t even stop to think, you were screaming his name over and over again. When he felt his climax close, he let his hand down to your clit and rubbed it to push you over the edge and make you come. He said to you in a low tone “That’s it love, let go. Come for me, I want to hear you as you cum”.

And as if it was magic, his command was made when your body as overflowing with pleasure and you felt yourself about to come. You held his shoulders as you moaned out, his pace never stopping and helping you come. As you came, he kept his eyes on your face and let the sweet melody of your moans flood his ears.

Almost as if that was what he needed to get off, he felt like he was about to come and quickly took his member out of you. He stroked it at a fast pace and let his head fall back as his cum spurred out of him and on to your stomach. He moaned and breathed heavily as he was riding out his own high. After stroking himself and letting all his cum fall on you, he got out of the bed, buttoning his pants and grabbing something from then which you assumed to be a key because he then walked to the door, unlocked it and walked out.

He left the door opened and that made you think you had a chance to escape. But you couldn’t find yourself walking out for two reasons; first, you’re body was completely worn out so you couldn’t physically move and second, you didn’t want to leave. You found yourself intrigued by this man and it scared you because of who he was. You started thinking he may have hypnotized you in some how to think this way about him and not leave.

Minutes later he arrived back in the room, closing the door behind himself and walking to the bed with a wet towel in his hand. Jongin sat next to you and with the towel he wiped the cum from your body. You looked at him dumb fooled, confused and asked him “Why would someone like you worry about cleaning me after that?” and he chuckled. He replied “I may be a powerful man but I am at least a bit considerate” and you said back to him “Considerate? Was hunting me down something a considerate person would do?”. He said “Well, would you have come here to meet with me if I had asked you nicely?” and you stayed silent because he had a point, you wouldn’t have came if it wasn’t this way.

He sighed, placing the towel beside the bed and laying down next to you. He started saying “Look, I have a proposition to make. You’re here because I’m looking for a companion, to be clear, I am not asking for a girlfriend, wife or something similar. I need someone loyal, smart, brave and honest by my side. I’ve heard a lot of things about you and I personally think you could fit those qualities. You are also a very beautiful woman, even more that some described which is a plus. But I’m not forcing you to be my companion, this is on you. If I did force you to a decision, I doubt our future relationship would be genuine. So, it is up to you to decide” and then he got up from his place, walking back to the door.

Before leaving he stopped and said “The door is unlocked, you are free to go if you wish but which ever decision you make, you have to tell me. I will be around here for when you’re ready” and then walked out. You lay there thinking and processing everything. The man who just conversed with you seemed completely different from the man who intimidated you a few minutes a go. He seemed normal to an extent.

You finally gained your strength and stood up. You grabbed your clothes and pulled them on. You were eager to find Jongin and ask about this called companionship he was in need for. You didn’t have a clear decision yet but your mind was surely swaying you to the more reckless but inviting option.

“You’re already addicted to me”

A/N: Hi, hello anyone. I hope y’all like this one. I don’t think I’m really good at smuts but I try. Any questions, my inbox is always open! Now I have to go and make a school project so if you excuse me, I have to get going. Ciao, babies *waves goodbye*

28. Restrained Sex

Word Count: 692
Summary: Recreation of a part from one of my favorite books. The reader wants to tease Bucky, so he isn’t allowed to touch the reader until he begs for it.
A/N: This is my first time writing a complete drabble, so it’s probably really rough. But it’s for a good cause so oh well.
Written by: @lokid-by-winters-child

Originally posted by pleasingpics

“Hey, you wanna know a secret?”

Bucky looked down at you and arched his brows in response to your question. You had been dating for months, and tonight you were cuddling, kissing, and just enjoying each other’s company in his room. But you wanted to do more than just enjoy his presence. You figured now was as good a time as any to let him in on something new you wanted to try with him.

“I’ve always wanted to make you beg for sex.”

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Get your own Angel - Destiel

“Are we going to get a drink or what?” Dean spoke up from his uncomfortable position on a solid cheap hotel mattress. Him, Sam and Castiel had agreed to letting loose a little tonight. What with having just finished a hunt and all.

“Yes Dean. We are just waiting on Sam to get ready.” Castiel replied as he placed a warm kiss onto his hunters head. Sam was in the other room, busy doing his long, luscious hair.

Dean and Cas had been what you could class as an item for a while now. They kept it secret though, Dean not wanting anyone to be able to use it against him. He was tired of everyone he loves dying. He certainly didn’t want anything to happen to his precious Angel.

He thought Sam was oblivious to their relationship, which he was; mostly. He’d have to be completely stupid not to see that there is a lot of adoration in their eyes when looking at one another.

“Right here. Now let’s go! Dean, no bringing girls home tonight, I’d actually like a few hours sleep.” Sam instructed his older brother.

“Oh, I can guarantee that won’t be happening” Dean replied through a smirk, looking down lustily at Castiel causing a shy smile from his Angel and an odd, suspicious look from his brother.

The three close companions sat at the last booth at the back of the bar Dean recommended they attend tonight. Sam on one side and Dean and Castiel sat, rather close on the other.

They had all had about four pints now and are partially tipsy. Okay maybe Dean had a little more than the others but he was still slightly sober.

“Dean, come help me get the drinks” Sam instructed.

“More alcohol, you don’t have to ask me twice, be right back Cas” Dean said as the brothers walked away to purchase a round of shots.

Dean had drank another few shots of something, he didn’t even know what it was, but he didn’t care. He tends to do this, whenever he has the chance, he just drinks and drinks, that way he forgets.

Sam and Dean place the shots on the table, there is ten all together however Sam and Cas only had two each, while Dean had six.

The Winchesters got a little bored of sitting so they decided on playing some pool, the pool table wasn’t that far from the booth they were in so Cas sat at the table and observed, mostly just admiring the way Dean bent over the table while playing.

“Hello there. You look lonely, can I sit here?” A girl with medium length red hair and vibrant makeup asks Castiel. Confusing Cas majorly, he wonders silently if she was trying to flirt or genuinely needed a seat.

“Okay. Sam and Dean will be back soon though.” Castiel informs her.

“Okay, they can sit there, I’ll sit on your lap.” The unnamed girl says while plonking herself down on Castiel in a slutty manner.

Castiel is extremely uncomfortable now, he doesn’t know if he should get her off him or not, he wants to, but he doesn’t want to upset the women.

“My name is Hannah. But you can call me anything you want.” The girl named Hannah allows Castiel, giving him a mischievous wink.

Soon after Dean looks over to the booth to check on Cas, only to be greeted by a girl shoving herself at Castiel. He noticeably didn’t want her to, he looked awkward and uncomfortable. Then the girl started cupping Castiels dick through his pants, Cas flinched and shoved her hand away saying “I’m in a relationship” but that didn’t mean she was giving up.

“Who cares? They don’t have to know” She said and goes to reach her hands out for his zip, Cas once again stops her and tries to get up, but she wraps herself around him and pulls him back down.

“Where do you think you’re going? Stop playing hard to get.” She says and presses her lips on Castiel’s, he doesn’t kiss back, instead tries to push her off him so she forces his hands on her boobs and goes down to undo his zip but Dean stops her in her tracks.

“Hey. Get your hands off my boyfriend” Dean says without warning grabbing Castiel’s hand and dragging him up from under her while gripping onto his waist possessively.

“He was enjoying it” She said through her teeth.

“Is that what you call that? You were forcing him.” Dean said, gripping Castiel tighter and getting angrier by the minute.

“He just isn’t a good kisser is all, you would know that If you were his boyfriend but he isn’t gay.” She said, as If she knew anything. Meanwhile Sam was watching how the events rolled out with a knowing grin, from afar, but close enough to hear it all.

“Not my boyfriend? Bad kisser? You call this a bad kisser?” Dean said as he grabbed Castiels thighs and ass, pulling him into himself and grinding slightly before Castiel jumped and wrapped his legs around Dean’s waist.

Dean then forcefully pressed his lips against Castiel’s perfect full ones, he kissed him hard while repeating “mine” in an inhumane voice,he bit down on his bottom lip earning a small moan from Castiel, Dean took this as an opportunity to let his tongue gain access and began sucking on Castiel’s lip and gliding his tongue across the top of his mouth. All the while his right hand was keeping Castiel up, and the other roped itself into Castiel’s soft hair and tugged at it every now and again.

They pulled away slightly, both gasping for air. “Yours” Castiel ensured.

“Not a good kisser? Yeah. That’s only because you can’t make him fall apart like I can. You can’t do anything, you can’t even get him to touch you. How about you get your own Angel?” Dean suggested to Hannah.

Hannah just glared in disgust and walked away, probably onto her next victim, Dean didn’t care as long as it wasn’t Cas.

Sam was about to call the two out on their relationship that he was secretly happy about, out of everyone Dean could have fallen in love with, Sam is happy it’s Cas. He knows Cas won’t ever intentionally hurt him. However he didn’t call them out on it as Dean wrapped his hands viciously on Castiel’s wrist and dragged him somewhere, Sam decided on letting them do their thing and walking back, they planned to walk anyway fully aware of how drunk they would get, however they did drive here, it was only a street away from there motel.

“Ow, Dean loosen your grip, it hurts” Castiel whined, but Dean didn’t listen, if anything it got tighter. He dragged them out of the bar and into the car park where a bunch of men around thirty whistled, cat calling that was aimed at Castiel.

Dean slammed Castiel against the Impala and bit down lustily on his neck. He began moving his tongue in circular motions and sucking until the skin started turning a dark purple, then he made his way up to Castiel’s ear lobe and whispered “you’re mine. I’m going to remind you of that”

Which sent shivers down Castiel’s spine and straight to his dick. They had been together long enough for Dean to know every single thing Castiel liked and didn’t, how anything to do with whispering or biting on his neck and ear sent him over the edge. It made him feel good, and Dean liked reminding his boyfriend that only he could make him feel like this.

This was all happening infront of the guys that cat called, they were watching, staring in fact, however Dean took the gun out of his coat and pointed it towards them, aiming directly above the “gang leader’s” head. Making them all run, they weren’t coming back.

Dean got back to work as soon as they left, he started nibbling on Castiel’s ear, while his hands gripped at his hair and his hips grind against Cas’ crotch in a painfully slow way.

Dean had decided to make this slow, agonisingly slow, to show Cas how much he needed Dean.

“Say you’re mine baby” Dean ordered.

“Dean, you know I am” Castiel said.

This wasn’t convincing enough for Dean, so he started cupping Castiel through his jeans, tracing his fingers along the tip.

“Say it. Say you’re mine. I want to hear you say it.” Dean said again, but this time opened the back door of the Impala and shoved Castiel inside lustily before cas could say anything at all. There was enough room in the back seat, they’d just have to stay close, which wasn’t a problem.

Dean lay Castiel down under him, and ripped off his T-shirt, soon after Castiel’s came off too. Dean was now grinding down onto Castiel, dicks rubbing against each other while Dean traced his tongue along Castiel’s abs.

Dean made his way back up to Castiel’s face and began sucking again, leaving behind a trail of many hickeys, he liked to mark his property.

He bit down on his ear lobe and undid the zip of Castiel’s pants. Removing his boxers and stroking Castiel’s dick, hands cupped and tight, squeezing. He let his hand rest at the tip and pushed his thumb into the slit of Castiel’s penis, they’d only just had sex yesterday, so Cas was prepared enough.

Dean undid his own pants now, removing his boxers at the same time and kissed Castiel. Holding his hand out for Castiel’s personal lubricant, Cas spat on Dean’s hand and he turned Castiel over, then stroked the lube along his own dick, before spreading Castiel’s ass revealing a perfect pink hole.

Dean sunk into him, letting himself sit for a couple of seconds for Cas to get used of the new warmth inside of him, then he began grinding into him. Roughly at first, he gripped Castiel’s hips so tightly it left red marks, and pumped himself in and out.

“Fuck Dean, feels so good” Castiel moaned out in pleasure.

“Moan for me baby” Dean loved the sounds Castiel made, it was like a personal symphony that only Dean got to hear.

Castiel panted and moaned out, he was a hot mess, uneven breaths and eyes rolling in pleasure.

“Hmm, Dean. Fuck, oh.”

Dean was barley thrusting now, he was basically pounding, gripping Castiel tightly and leaving trails of wet kisses along his back, he could feel Castiel tighten his hole around his dick and that itself nearly made him cum right then.

“Say. You. Are. Mine. Babyboy.” Dean said in between thrusts.

“I’m yours, oh god ohh. I’m all yours, nobody else.” Castiel said moaning loudly. Dean loves how Cas was so loud during sex. It sent him crazy.

“That’s right.” Dean said and pounded into him again, causing Castiel to come undone at his touch. Coming onto the leather seats of the Impala and on deans hand. The sound Castiel made when he came was enough to send Dean over too. He came a few thrusts after Cas. He fell down beside Castiel, unable to keep himself up.

As there was no way the two could go back tonight and face Sam, Dean grabbed his phone to see two messages of Sam.

“Dude. knew you two were a thing, I’ll talk to you about it tomorrow. I’m assuming you won’t be back tonight. ;)” Dean smiled, knowing his brother is okay with it, he didn’t care what people thought, but he’s always cared about Sammy.

Dean typed out a quick reply “You were right, got lucky ;) be back tomorrow” he put his phone down in the cup holder and grabbed a blanket that was there from Sam using it last night on the road and wrapped it over himself and Cas. He spooned into Cas, both naked but not caring.

Dean buried his nose in Castiel’s neck and mumbled into his ear “mine” before clinging to him tightly and falling asleep with his angel in his arms.

anonymous asked:

tyl tsuna ,tyl takeshi and reborn trying to win back their so after coldly breaking up with their love due to some threat



Being grabbed by a pair of arms and dragged in a black SUV was the last thing you have expected to happen to you on your way home from your casual date. You struggled and fought but the arms around you were clamped around you like steel chains, binding you against a broad, firm chest.

“Drive. Now. Hurry.”

The familiar voice made you stiffen even further. How could you not recognize it? It had been a constant occupant of all your dreams and nightmares for the past year and a half. You had thought you had already forgotten what it sounded like. But it just wasn’t possible…


You felt his lips scattering hungry, needy kisses all over your nape even as his arms tightened around your waist and trembled. You were right there on his lap and surrounded by that damned cologne that had always driven you dizzy with desire every time you were near him before that incident. You heard him try to stifle a shaky moan as he buried his face in your hair and you could hear him breathing deeply as though you were a scent he had been dying to have for a long, long time.

A year and a half ago you would have responded to this with equally ardent kisses. A year and a half ago you would have welcomed this embrace. Yes you would have given him everything you were…

Until that day when he stared at you with cold, unrecognizing eyes as he kissed another woman right there in front of you and denied your existence. That day when he single handedly broke you in two…

“No!” you tried to push away, get away more desperately. You would rather jump out of this moving car than be with him right now. “NO! LET ME OUT OF HERE! Help! HELP ME! SOMEBODY PLEASE!”

His arms were like still, they were almost hurting you every time you tried to pull away. Tsuna ignored your screaming and your tears and your nails clawing at his forearms as his lips continued to scatter rough, violent kisses you were sure would leave bruises all over your skin come morning.

“We’re here, sir.”

He carried you out of the car as easily as he would a rag doll and you continued to scratch and claw at him like a wild cat as he carried you so effortlessly in the small, expensive cottage built by the beach. Your mind went crazier as you recognized where you were.

You can’t be here. 

This place had too many memories of two of them spending weekends in this place where the two of you would just pretend he was an ordinary man who can love an ordinary person like you.

He practically threw you inside the cottage and you immediately run behind the sofa in an attempt to get some distance away from him. His eyes glowed in the dim light of the house as they stared at you.

“No!” you gasped out as tear poured down your face and breathed hard. Even now his kisses stung your skin. It was as though he had branded you with fire. “You stay away from me!”

He didn’t say anything, merely came closer ignoring you pleas. You kept the sofa firmly between you both.

“Don’t do this to me, Tsuna! I am not a toy!!” you screamed at him through your sobs. The heartbreaking sobs you have been trying to suppress bursting out freely. “You can’t just come back into my life after what you did!! You go back to that woman and leave me alone!”

“I can’t do that,” you swallowed at the barely controlled emotion in his voice. He kept coming closer so confidently that you almost thought he was a force of nature instead of a human being. That nothing in this world would ever be able to control this man who was eyeing you like you were an oasis after weeks without water in a desert. “I love you.”

“LIAR!” you slapped the back of the sofa with your fist ineffectually as you screamed at him and sobbed. “TAKESHI WAS THERE! HE TOLD ME SHE WAS YOUR FIANCE! HE HAD TO CARRY ME HOME BECAUSE I COULDN’T MOVE BACK THEN, DAMN IT! THAT KISS WAS NOT FAKE!”

“Let me explain―”


He rushed forward and you made to keep the sofa between the both of you but he was too fast. One moment you were behind the couch opposite him and the next moment you were on the soft piece of furniture with him pinning you down; his face a mask of fury and want.

“Her father was one of the vice presidents of Italy. He had frozen our assets and arrested people close to me! In exchange for the Vongola’s safety I had to seduce his daughter and pretend! I ran both their reputations to the ground and ruined them to get my Family back to the way it was again! Did you think it was easy not being able to touch you like this? Did you think I enjoyed being away from you all this time?!” Tsuna hissed as he caught both your wrists in one hand and held it above your head, his other hand practically ripping your pants off. “It drove me crazy just thinking of you going out with another man!”

“I have every right to be happy!” you hissed back even as your struggles remained futile underneath him. Even as your hate for him crumbled under his explanation. “What’s wrong with wanting to move on from you?!”

His eyes sparked like flint striking each other. It frightened you a little. You jumped when he ripped your shirt off. “I’m not letting you. If you go near another man I’ll kill him; I’ll kill them all! You’re mine! I don’t care how long it will take for you to love me again but I’ll be fucked before I let you go!”


The first time you opened the door to find him standing there your heart stopped.

He looked so worn… so tired… He wouldn’t even lift his eyes to look at you… You had to fight the urge to take him in your arms with everything you had even as you slammed the door in his face.

He didn’t knock like you had expected. There were no pleas for you to hear him out or demands to let him in your apartment. You felt torn between hating him even more for not trying to plead his case and relieved that he wasn’t pushing himself on you and making you handle more than you can handle at the moment. The shock of finally seeing him at your doorstep again after all these years after he kicked you out of his life was too much to bear and you find yourself in bed drowning in your tears until exhaustion forced you to sleep.

When you opened the door the next day you were expecting to go to work in peace and quiet. You certainly were not expecting Takeshi to be sitting beside your door fast asleep still wearing the clothes from last night when you first saw him.

Angry tears stung your eyes as you forced yourself you walk passed him. Making yourself ignore his very existence. Making yourself believe he was never really there. When you came back from work surely he won’t be there anymore and things will remain as they are. He’ll leave you… He’ll leave you the same way he left you all those years ago when you were still a young, innocent person who was so blindly in love with him.

But when you came back that evening he was still there. Sitting in the same exact position he had been sitting in the morning you left. The only evidence that he had moved at all were the cigarette butts on the floor beside him. Your steps faltered a bit but you kept on walking past him.

He never even looked up.

He can’t possibly think you would forgive him if he acted like this, can he? Did he think you were that stupid? Did he think you were still that gullible? Did he think you were still in love with him?!

The last thought sent you on your knees the moment you closed the door behind you even as you scolded yourself for being an idiot.

Of course you were still in love with him.

Even after all these years you have passed on many chances to find love because he had broken you so badly it wasn’t possible for you to feel that dreaded emotion for anyone else ever again. It just wasn’t possible anymore. He took your heart with him when he left and you had nothing but a hollow hole in your chest all this time. You had to at least be honest.

You would always love him. But after he coldly broke up with you right on one of the worst nights of your life could you ever truly forgive him? Will you ever really trust him again?

The routine continued for several days with you ignoring his existence. As the days went by he must have been leaving after you left for work because you sometimes noticed his clothes were clean again and changed after a couple of days. Your heart was so numb you could have gone on forever.

But one evening it rained hard. A storm suddenly broke through the clouds and drenched everything in sight. Even as you rushed home you kept thinking Takeshi must have gone home by now, right? He must have tired of this game already. Surely he must not be that stupid!

But when you arrived at the stairs to your apartment he was still there. Drenched to the bone in this rain. The sight of him so forlorn and still unable to look you in the eye broke your hate in tiny little pieces and left you with a bone deep weariness.

You went back inside your apartment as per usual… but you surprised him by coming outside and placing a dry towel over his head.

Finally his eyes lifted and stared at your face and your hate shattered. You led him inside, sat him in a chair and dried his hair for him. He had never taken his eyes away from your face since.

“Can I hold you?” his hoarse whisper broke the silence as easily as a stone would sugared glass.

Your arms stopped and you met his eyes. He looked as though he couldn’t believe what was happening. He looked as though he were dreaming. The sight made you lips tremble and your eyes sting because at that moment he reminded you of the boy you fell in love with… That pure, guileless innocent boy who was always so sensitive to your pain. Who was always there when you needed him the most. Who claimed to have wanted to marry you and run his father’s sushi restaurant while playing baseball on the side…

“Why are you here, Takeshi…?” you finally asked in a shaky breath.

He swallowed hard and even though your eyes were filled with your own sorrow you could still see his eyes filming over with a bright, sheen of tears as he answered you. “Because I can’t stay away anymore… Not now that I know they won’t come after you because of me anymore…”

You blinked at that in surprise and confusion. “What?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tight; his face buried between your breasts in a way that felt as though he belonged there. You couldn’t stop yourself from putting your arms around him and holding him tight. And for the first time since he left you felt as though you were complete again.

“I’m sorry… I’m in the Mafia… And I killed every single bastard who dared threaten you because they knew about you and me… I’m not… I’m not worthy of you now…” he confessed in a pained torrent that practically broke your heart. “I tried to stay away but I love you! I need you! There’s been no one else you have to believe me!”


“Tsuna told me I shouldn’t… That if I came back to you you’d have to accept the life of a Mafia wife because he can’t be without me but I… You’re my happiness. Back then I never gave you the chance to decide… I know that I have no right to be here but… Please… Please. Take me back… Take me back.”


Seeing him again after all these years left you numb with shock and pain a small traitorous feeling of longing you crushed the moment you felt it springing from your chest. How many months has it been since you last saw him? How many months has it been since he slept with you and discarded you like a used shirt? Bitterly you remembered he didn’t even look you in the eye as he left you in bed alone that night right after you told him you loved him.

God just the memory made your heart feel like it was being pulled out of your chest. It took great effort for you to keep yourself from falling apart right then and there. Your Boss and his Decimo were allies and now your Boss was ordering you to cooperate with Reborn for this mission. You can’t let your feelings affect your job. The Family came first.

The two of you were supposed to be staking out and eventually take out an up and coming prosecutor who was working on the side of one of the Vongola’s enemies. The man had too much power.

Sharing a hotel room with him as an undercover married couple taking a leisurely trip to this city made you want to run and dive for cover but you couldn’t do that… The Family came first. She needed to feel like a stone…

But it was hard when he constantly kept brushing his body against you all the God damned time!

No. Maybe she was just being overly sensitive and aware of him and you were just overreacting. You were still human, after all. Of course you would feel hot and bothered whenever he had to hold you close when you were both outside acting like the loving couple that you were… You were sure that that was the only reason why you kept imagining his hand brushing over yours ever so slightly. Or how he would stand too close to you shirtless and fresh out of the shower every time it was your turn to man the binoculars, standing in front of the window observing the target. It must have been plain coincidence that he made it a point to stand behind you every chance he got to breathe his observations against the sensitive shell of your ear.

And even if he had meant it all then you were sure he was just playing with you again. If you reacted then chances were you’d end up being humiliated if he denied doing them on purpose. You would have been very content at denying the signs till the bitter end, damn it.

Until he found you bent over the blueprints for the target’s room on the hotel’s table deep in concentration.

The shocked pleasure that ran through your entire body when he bent over yours tightly and the way he bit into the shell of your ear surprised a mix of a moan and squeak out of you. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Stop that!” you snarled as you threw him off, twisting to face him and remove him from your person even as you clutched at your still tingling ear.

He was staring back at you shirtless again, fresh from his shower. Scowling and pinning you with his dark, piercing, brooding eyes. “Stop what?”

His smooth baritone made you shiver, your knees shaking even as you struggled to stay upright. “That! Whatever it is that you’re doing.”

He didn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed! He merely stepped nearer until he was crowding you against the edge of the table, blocking your path with both his hands now trapping you between himself and the table. “You need to be more specific.”

You tried to push him away but the contact between your palms and his naked chest was almost too much to bear. “Reborn, please. Don’t!”

“How the hell can you stay this calm when you’ve been driving me insane this whole time?”


Your brain felt as though it had stopped working even as his chest started pushing you down on the table, his hands roughly parting your legs so he could place himself between them to rub his crotch against yours making you feel his arousal.

“Reborn!” you couldn’t help gasping, torn between trying to get away and being pulled further in by his want. “Stop! You don’t want me remember?! I’m not just one of your flings, you asshole, let me go!”

“Damn you… Telling me you love me… You’ve ruined me. I can’t get you out of my head! How dare you try to push me away!” he growled as he continued to rub himself against you. His face a study of frustration and desire. “I tried pulling away when you told me you loved me because I don’t fucking deserve it! How could you want someone like me?! How could you want something like me?! Just being with me risks your life!

You blink back at him incredulously. Was that what all that was about?! The reason why he suddenly abandoned you like you had some sort of disease all this time?!

“Why are you making me feel like this? The more I pull away the more I want to come back to you?!” he started pulling your pants off with an urgency that made you hold his gaze as the meaning of his words dawned on you like the rising of the sun. “Damn it, I’m not letting you go again. When we go back bring your stuff to my place. You’re moving in with me, damn it!”

anonymous asked:

You and Harry are both celebrities, and you perform at an award with a song he's never heard about. He gets sexually frustrated and he can't do anything about it until you go home(which isn't until after the long ass show and the after party) and he's angry and he fucks you senseless.

He’s waiting for you in the kitchen, walking around and looking at the fridge on every five minutes not because he’s hungry but because he’s trying not to think about the huge bulge in his boxers.

And when you return at home, he’s taking your coat and kissing you passionately. You bury your fingers in his hair, not knowing what is this for but enjoying it. 

“Wait” you murmur and he kisses your jaw, “Harry, what are you doing?”

“Just…” his hands are pulling you closer and closer to him, “I just… Your song is amazing and all but i have a bulge from three hours and i want to skip the dinner and take you straight to the bedroom.”

“Go then.”

He doesn’t wait for a second invitation, lifting you up and carrying you to the bed. You’re alreading taking off your shirt, and making hickeys all over his neck. 

“People will talk about it, you know?” he asks with a smile.

“About the love bites your girlfriend gave you? Yeah, i think i don’t mind it.”

He laughs, throwing away one pillow and ripping off your underwear. He puts you down on the bed and starts kissing every inch of your skin. You can feel his impatience. 

“You know this part when you sang about me taking your clothes off and making you walk naked for two weeks… I think i’ll be able to do it, you know. I mean, you better be singing about me in that song, baby.”

“It’s for you, Harry” you say, arching your back when he kisses you down there. “Don’t worry. And about walking without clothes for two weeks… I think about doing it a lot, trust me, but there are these hot interviewers, you know…”

“Walking naked in the house is something i’ll love. But walking naked around other men, babe… Don’t do that, i’ll have to blind all of them after seeing this amazing body. You belong to me, remember that.”

“I know, Harry” you moan as he bites your clit. “Now can you just please fuck me?”

He gets rid of his boxers and climb at the top of you, kissing you one more time before you wrap your legs around his waist. He starts trusting in your rough and fast, hundry for you.

“Faster” you beg, tugging at his soft locks and trying to reach his lips.

“Be ready to wake up the neighbors.”

He freezes in you for a second, taking a moment to taste you one more time before starting with the real tempo. Your nails are scratching his back now, you’re trying not to scream because the last time you two had sex, the whole building was planning to eject you from your own apartment. 

“I-I” you try to talk to him just so you can distract for a little of the too much sensation but it’s impossible. 

“Scream, baby, don’t mind.”

When you hear the allow, it all doesn’t matter anymore. You scream his name, taking his cock again and again, and starting to feel your coming orgasm.

“I’m gunna…”

“Yeah, baby, come for me” he moans, reaching his own orgasm and grabbing your boobs. 

“HARRY” you scream of the top of your lungs and you can already imagine the annoyed neighbors but it doesn’t really matter because your orgasm hits you.

He’s sucking at your nipple now, watching you while cuming because, damn, you look amazing and he’s in love with you. And you wrote a song about him because he’s the best boyfriend in the world.


Request: “hey could you do a kylo fic were you’re basically his slave and you pretty much worship him and most of the time he’s sweet (enough) and dismissive but he can get forceful during sex if you don’t obey his orders. But you act happy about it and you always reassure him when he’s insecure and you’re always flirty and you hardly leave his room and you have to just like wear lingerie like 24/7 (sorry if this is too crazy but i love your writing so much!!! thanks boo xxxxx)”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 2891

Warnings: Smut

A/n: took the slave part of this request a bit too literally haha but I hope you guys like it!!

It was no easy task, being Kylo Ren’s lover. You had not chosen to be, but somehow, it was as if some higher being had always planned for you two to be together. Bound by fate. The fate of the invasion of your home planet, the fate of the First Order Stormtroopers taking you captive after you hadn’t found an adequate hiding place, and fate that Kylo Ren took a very deep liking to you.

You were the first and last slave he chose to do his bidding, for his commands only deemed it necessary to keep one. He could’ve had others if he had liked, but he hated the idea of it all. They expected him to be a merciless leader, to show authority and lead by example, and yet Snoke had willed him to choose a personal slave so to encourage the other men. Encourage them of what? Kylo thought. That I’m no better than a lusting pig?  

The answer had already shown itself in his mind. It was all for his image. If the soldiers saw that he could take whatever he wanted for his own, to charge someone to his side against their will and subdue them to obey him, then they would automatically subconsciously want to do the same. To lead by example, so that they might become the example itself. It wasn’t that his inferiors didn’t already fear him, it was just that after the sequences on Starkiller base, after their defeat, most had lost some respect for him. His battle wounds humanised him, very detrimentally, in the eyes of all those who served the First Order.

And so, when Hux had lined up twenty-three native women of the planet they had just inhabited, Kylo was quick to choose the one who stuck out like a sore thumb. You. The reason he was drawn to you, apart from the fact that he was almost immediately attracted to your striking appearance, is that you were the only woman not crying. If he were to pull around a human-sized burden, he would prefer it to be one he didn’t have to carry kicking and screaming.

“You.” He pointed to your tired face, his voice crackling in his vocoder. “I’ll have her sent to my quarters.”

You grimaced, already knowing what to expect. You were all women in this room, it was so plain to see what type of slavery you’d be in for.

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Nicotine M.C

warning: smut

word count: 3000+

song: Nicotine by Panic! At the Disco

I really like how this one turned out. I tried writing it a bit differently so instead of writing it just in 1st person I did a mixture of 3rd and 1st, I felt like it would’ve turned out better like that. Hope you like it @miastxy ! x

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I taste you on my lips and I can’t get rid of you
So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do

Just one more hit and then we’re through
‘Cause you could never love me back
Cut every tie I have to you
'Cause your love’s a fucking drag
But I need it so bad
Your love’s a fucking drag
But I need it so bad

Yeah, you’re worse than nicotine, nicotine

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codlena  asked:

Well, since you surprised me and all cody's fans with this Cody's hoodie picture, I just remember the Cody's sweaty picture ! "Kiss me. I'm Irish. And sweaty. 🍀" And I'm sorry, I'm not a psycho but I just LOVE your writings, and Cody, so.... 💩 haha, but I was wondering, do you studie letter ? Or do you want to do a book later ? Because, you have a talent, you know exactly how to write and put emotions

Ha, I don’t know if I surprised a lot of Cody fans with my improv drabble, but I certainly surprised myself. I’m not very blunt person, let alone about my impure thoughts, haha. However, I’m so glad you liked it. Hopefully you’ll like this too….

codychristian: Kiss me. I’m Irish. And sweaty. 🍀

Cody walked into the kitchen, his arms immediately wrapped around my waist, leaving a small gap between his chest and my back. My bottom lip pushed forward before I turned around and raised an eyebrow at him, questioning why he wasn’t pulling me into his warm embrace. But then my eyes immediately locked into his wonderful ocean blue eyes. They were shining bright, filled with so much light; I could get lost in them forever.

My eyes flickered to the sweat stains on his shirt as it clung to his tight skin. I bit my bottom lip, taking in the glorious sight in front of me. The combination of his sweat and his cologne filled my nostrils. He looked so rugged and smelled so manly. I wanted nothing more than to rip off his clothes and let him have his way with me on top of the kitchen counter.

My eyes slowly scanned back up to his handsome face. He just kept staring at me, trying not to smirk, knowing exactly what was running through my mind. He knew it drove me crazy whenever he came home all sweaty after a great workout. The sight alone always made my panties wet.

I lifted my hand to touch his hair, but pulled back realizing how much I loved his hair sticking to his forehead. Instead, I cupped his cheek, feeling his light stubble in the palm of my hand. It was so prickly and rough. I wanted him between my thighs as my fingers slid to his perfect silky, wet hair. My thirst, my cravings, my needs were building up by the second. I needed him, bad.

Cody chuckled as I closed my legs together. He leaned in and whispered against the shell of my ear, “Kiss me. I’m Irish. And sweaty.“ 

I groaned, as his voice was smooth as velvet yet husky at the same time. It was so damn sexy. However, his teasing wasn’t helping me one bit. I ripped his shirt as I pushed him back, making him walk backwards until his perfect bubble butt hit the kitchen counter.

“That was my favorite shirt,” he chuckled, not sounding the slightest bit upset.

“I’ll buy you another one,” I said before I smashed my lips against his. He turned us around and squeezed my ass. I jumped and wrapped my legs against his waist before he sat me on the cold kitchen counter. Cody’s lips trailed along my jaw, down my neck, and across my neck with soft wet butterflies kisses.

“What do you want, baby?” His warm breath fanned against my sweet spot, making me squirm.

“I want you. Right here. Right now.” I kissed him hard and leaned back on the counter, pulling Cody with me in the process, eager to get this night started.

Please, don’t leave

Happy x Reader

Warning: Contains Smut, 18+

Based off song “Come Back Home” by: Lauv. 

Requested by: @ohdarlingtellerwinston

Listen here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjYo_PSdoWo

You had left, you ran away from the only family you ever had. You loved Happy, but caught him with Ima. After you beat the fuck out of Ima, and held a knife to Happys neck, you left. The things was… you did not know the whole story…

Happy did not sleep with Ima, he was drunk and went to his dorm room, you seen him laying in the bed and Ima naked. You seen red. In your head you had given Happy your all. You even shot someone who had almost shot Jax.

Weeks passed, months passed. Your home state of Michigan. You got a job a the bar, living day by day. Each day making you more and more sick to your stomach. You loved Happy, you never though in a million years he would cheat on you. However doubt clouded your judgement the moment you seen Ima.

A year had passed. Happy lost all control. Drinking heavily, his kills where getting sloppy. Like they say “Behind every strong man, is a strong woman.” Happy sat in his dorm staring at a picture of them. It was there anniversary date.

He hurd Imas vice in the club, he drew his gun, walking out to the party going off. “You dumb bitch!” Ima went to say something smart, till she seen it was Happy holding a gun to her. Juice tackled Happy to the ground, grabbing Happys gun. Happy swinging at Juice barely missing him. Jax and chibs dragging him to the dorm room. “Juice I realize you have tried to find her countless times and hours but please try again. He is going to kill or get caught r be killed by someone. Try Michigan, this is where her home state is. Gemma told me the other day.” Jax said holding Happy down. Happy head in his hands, tears falling from his eyes. Happy barley cried, Jax hugged his brother. “We will find her and bring her back..” “What if she doesn’t want to.. I can’t make her. We can’t make her.. no forcefully.. she deserves..” Jax hit him in the jaw. Knocking him out. Chibs wide eyed.

/n packed the last box into her car driving back to Charming. Juice called the apartments he finally found her staying at. She had already left, breaking her lease and paying it with cash. Saying she needed “to go home..”

Juice ran and told the guys. Hopefully, home was Charming.

y/n pulled up to Teller-Morrow after three days. Would Happy even care she was there? Would he want to talk about it? Was he fucking everybody? He was not always the most emotional guy.  Y/N walked into the shop. Jax poked his head out “Hey darl…..” He looked her over, her hair was shorter than it was before, she looked tired. Jax ran from the car hugging her. “Hey Jax..” “Do not ever, and I mean EVER leave again! I may president, but he even quit listening to me at times only on small stuff however. That man needs you..” You nodded kissing Jaxs cheek. You walked to the club house, most of the guys must have been busy. You walked to Happys dorm to see if he was there. More than likely he was. He disliked being in the house by himself even though they had a dog. y/n always secretly sending unmarked dog toys when she was gone. She opened the door, it smelt like liquor. She seen Happy passed out on the bed. She shook her head. She could be sweet, but no.. she wanted to fuck with him. She turned on the bright light. “Turn it off, before I slit your throat..” His voice making her week. “Why don’t you try killer!” Happy shook his head, he swore he hurd his voice. He closed his eyes tighter, there is no way… “Or ignore me you selfish piece of shit… Why did I even..” Happy opened his eyes to see her standing in his door way. The love of his life. The reason he breather. He stood up, slowly inching. He knelt in front of her… wrapping his arms around her legs. He had fallen low. “Get up Happy, My man doesn’t kneel and cry.” You where being harsh to snap him back. HE refused to move. You knelt down, looking into his lost eyes. “I am yours..?” “Yes Hap if you want..” “I never quitted… do not leave again please… I can not be without you.. you where probably safer…. But I didn’t even.. cheat…” “Happy… I do not care about it any more. I just want my old man…” You kissed his lips. He growled, the spark making him lose his sadness. He stood up picking you up as well. HE laid you on the bed, ripping off your shirt and pants, you doing the same. He licked his grow that was on your collar bone. “Have you..” you knew he wanted to know if anyone had touched what was his. Not that he could be mad. “Only my fingers..” HE smirked kissing down your body. The kiss searing your skin, goosebumps arising on your skin. HE slid off your panties… “Finally… the best pussy in the world…” He said, licking up and down your slit. He looked up at you, grabbing your breasts threw your bra. He inserted a finger in you, his long middle finger, much thicker than yours as well. “So wet already..” Happy wanted to start fucking you already, but he wanted to see your breasts bounce and your pussy cum on his tongue first. Happy continued t lick you, rolling his tongue expertly, teasing your clit. “Fuck.. HAPPY!” you screamed, cumm dripping from you pussy, all over his fingers. “mmmm……” Happy got naked immidetly, his cock harder than you have ever seen him. “No sex for a year little girl… I might not last long…” “What did I say about calling me little girl..” You smirked feeling him line himself up. He pushed into you. He cursed under his breath. You where so tight, so warm and so fucking wet… you screamed out, it being slightly painful. “Baby..” You whimpered. He captured your lips, holding your face gently and he moved, he could not wait for you to tell him. Soon the pain went to a familiar pleasure. His dick already throbbing in you. He wanted to make you cum again. He kept hitting the spot that made you scream in pleasure. He was fucking you as deeply as possible. His elbows on the sides of your neck, his forearms wrapped around your head slightly. Your bodies glistened with sweat. “I love you… you are my everything.. marry me again…” Happy said staring into y/c/e. “Yes.. I love you too!” Happy smiled picking up the pace. You came.. hard. Seeing stars, gasping and shaking for air as Happy came too. “I like the shorter hair..” He whispered with a chuckle. “Wow you notice..” you chuckled back, like old times. “I am glad you are not mad at me..” You said slightly. “I understand why you did. Just hear me out…” “Well that better never happen again, or I will kill you both. I have your map on where to bury the bodies.” Happy laughed nodding.

               Three months later, the wedding was beautiful just like your first. Happy put a hand on your slightly larger tummy. “Alright my little girl, I cannot wait for you to come out!” He said whispering to your tummy, the guys all sweat dropping at the normally heartless killer baby talking your tummy. “Looks like we got a princess coming out way lads! We better get better guns..” Chibs said laughing.