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anonymous asked:

1) Taako pulls off some sweet flips with Carey and Killian, so much so it becomes a regular thing, one day it's going great but Taako ends up with a super broken arm (like breaks in three different places) he's not in pain but he's on enough painkillers to make an elephant high. Kravitz of course comes to the hospital after Killian calls apologizing. Taako looks at Kravitz, sniffling and just asks "are you my husband????? These nice ladies said he was coming." Kravitz just smiles and corrects

2) him. “I’m your fiancé love.” Taako just smiles and spends probably twenty minutes just holding Kravitz’s hand while asking Kravitz if he likes ferrets and Mongeese. Killian is apologizing so much “he’s on the really REALLY good shit, he’s gonna be like this for at least the rest of the day. It was the only way they could get him to hold still for the stitches and X-rays and shit.” Taako tries to shush everyone when they try to curse “there’s a little tiny baby human nearby, I know it.”

3) of corse that baby is Angus, who brought some crackers from the cafeteria. “See! It’s the tiny human who likes to read!!!!” Killian has to direct Taako’s hug to Kravitz. Taako doesn’t mind, he’s hugging a handsome guy, a handsome guy who’s apparently his husband to be!!!!! Taako just kinda doesn’t stop hugging Kravitz, mostly because he’s tired and mostly because Kravitz is holding his arm so it doesn’t hurt. “I love you, you know that?” Taako just tells everyone how much he loves Kravitz.

4) Taako finally sleeps and he can go home when he’s not loopy anymore. Lup films all of it. -Bunny

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What I Realized

Originally posted by pinkharold

This made my heart so happy. Thank you for requesting! Also, I hope you guys enjoy this gif of Harry from a wedding, it actually made my heart melt. Love you all so much. xx - L

A video of you and Harry from a wedding goes viral online.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 996

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Ignored Warnings Part Two (Final)

Description: You’re bored. Jungkook’s playing his game. You decide to play a game of your own.

Genre: Smut (18+)

Word Count: 5.7k (Two-Shot)

Warnings: Oral sex, breath play, slapping, face fucking, cumplay, D/S play, degrading names, overstimulation, exhibitionism.

Index: Part One, Part Two

A/N: And here it is! Finally, part two of Ignored Warnings. This is the final part and I won’t be adding more. :) As always, it’s full of filth and nothing but. I hope you enjoy~

“Have we learned our lesson?” Slowly, you opened your eyes to look up at him. His thumb was still deep in your mouth, fucking slowly in and out as you wrapped your tongue and lips around him. You pulled back slowly, dragging your teeth against the digit lightly till he was free, letting him pinch your chin between his thumb and forefinger again while he waited for you to answer.

“What lesson would that be… oppa?”

Silence fell upon the two of you at your question, the sheer cheekiness of it making Jungkook pause to figure out if you were truly wanting to go down the path that was laid before you.

“Wanna try that one more time?”

“I don’t think I stuttered, Sir…”

Any further words were cut off as Jungkook was suddenly moving, ripping his headphone set from his ears to slam down roughly on his keyboard, pushing himself out of his chair as he grabbed you firmly by the neck to pull you to your feet. Your hands flew up to grab his wrist, breath once again being choked out of you by the grip he had around your throat. You winced at the pressure, lifting your gaze up to meet his. Head tilted back, he watched you through half-lidded eyes as you tried to swallow, his lips slowly lifting into an amused smirk. His treatment of you was rough, but fuck did you love it. Your whine was delicious, at once both a plea for breath and for him to use your body. He pulled you closer to him, leaning down till your noses touched and he could look you straight in the eyes as he laid a feathery soft kiss on your lips.

“I see you’ve chosen the difficult route tonight, sweetheart. That’s fine with me. You’ll need to be sure to call in to work tomorrow, though.”

You were given all of two seconds before he had released his grip on you, instead slipping his hands under your arms and into your armpits to toss you back onto the bed, quickly reaching out for your waist to flip you over onto your hands and knees once you had finished bouncing from the force of his throw. He pushed your head down into the mattress, leaving your ass sticking up and into the air. You’d worn simple leggings tonight and he took full advantage of that, pulling them down your ass and over your thighs, taking your underwear with it.

“You asked for this. Safe word?” he asked, nodding once as you whispered out “Catfish” before you felt the first slap on your cheeks, the sting of his hit immediately blossoming over your skin as your nerves cried out. He pulled his hand back to smack you again and again, alternating his hits on either cheek, the slaps ringing out loudly in his room. Your moans were louder though, muffled as they were into the bed with his hand still keeping you pushed down. He rubbed the hand that had been smacking you onto your red skin, fingers gripping the flesh tightly to give it a considering shake before he let it go, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs.

“Fuck, your skin is so pretty when it’s all covered in red.”

“Yes, Sir,” you moaned in agreement, fingers digging into the fabric of his comforter as Jungkook continued to soothe your smarting skin.

“Is that why you decided to be a disobedient little slut tonight?” He emphasized his question with a new set of smacks, the force of them bringing tears to your eyes as you gasped with each hit.

“No, Sir.”

“No? Then why did you decide to keep going?”

“Because…” you trailed off, losing your train of thought as he purposefully ran the tips of his fingers over your skin till they were ever so slightly tracing the wet slick of your folds. Your failure to respond had him tsking, landing a heavy slap on your pussy lips.

“Pay attention, sweetheart, or I’ll be making this worse than it’s already become due to your fucking around.” You pouted into the comforter, nodding your understanding. “Start over.”

“Yes, Sir.” You inhaled deeply, moaning softly when he returned to his teasing of your lips.

“Tell Sir why you’re being a disobedient slut.”

“Yes, Sir,” you said, adopting a more meek tone. He approved of your submission, fingers dipping down to slide through your folds along your slit. “I’ve been a disobedient slut because I was bored.”

“Hmm, I already knew that. That’s why I gave your mouth something to do, no?”

“Yes, Sir, but I knew that you’d go right back to your game if I didn’t keep disobeying you.”

“Are you that needy, sweetheart?” He sounded disappointed and it left you feeling an odd mix of shame and annoyance. The annoyance won though, making you squirm from under his controlling hand to glare at him as best you could.

“You were gone for weeks! And then when you come home, you don’t even pay attention to me! All I wanted–” Jungkook silenced your complaining with a sharp pinch to your inner thigh, making you gasp and whine at the pain.

“You’re quite the mouthy little bitch tonight, aren’t you?” Your pout returned in full force, your eyes telling Jungkook quite loudly how displeased you were even though you kept silent. He couldn’t quite help the chuckle that left him at your expression, choosing to answer your accusations by slipping a finger inside of you, making you squirm at the sudden intrusion. “I am sorry, sweetheart, that I had to be gone so long, but is that any excuse to act like a child?” Your senses were all tuned towards his finger that was slowly sinking into you, his hand rocking in and out of your hole in a steady rhythm. Your lack of immediate response had him sliding his fingers through your hair to grip it harshly, giving it a rough shake as he pulled his finger from you to swat your cunt again, pulling a loud yelp from you at the arousing pain. “I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“No, Sir!”

“No what?”

“It’s not okay for me to act like a child, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he said, nodding his approval that you spotted from the corner of your eye as he pushed your head back down into the bed. His fingers returned to your pussy, this time sliding two of them into your dripping center, making you moan in contentment at feeling a bit more full. You desperately wanted more, but you knew the wait was going to be the best part of your night. Your ass wiggled subconsciously, trying to push back onto his fingers that he was keeping still inside of you.

“Sweetheart,” he warned, shoving his hand into you hard enough to make you gasp, “Are you really trying to cum? Don’t you think you deserve to be punished for your misbehavior?” You opened your eyes to look at him as best you could, vision slightly obscured his veiny forearm that was keeping your head still against the bed. He was looking at your ass and pussy, watching how your juices dribbled out of your lips and onto his fingers from where he was still thrusting them into you. Your silence had him flicking his gaze over to you, meeting your slightly glazed eyes with a quirked brow and an impatient look.

“I thought…,” you began, voice muffled into the covers and breathy as he purposefully curled his fingers inside of you, the pads of them rubbing teasingly against your G-spot. You took a deep breath, eyes rolling as pleasure shot through you when he pressed harder against the nerves. “I thought I was already being punished, Sir?”

He chuckled at you, pulling his hand loose from your pussy to push your thighs apart further, opening you completely. He wasted no time as he sunk his fingers back into your dripping hole, this time using three as they slipped in to the knuckle with absolutely zero resistance from how wet you had become. He kept them still for a few seconds, relishing how you gasped and coughed at the increased intrusion, a broken moan leaving you as your back unconsciously arched, pushing your ass against his hand to try to get his fingers deeper again. He began to scissor his fingers, enjoying the wall your walls clenched tightly around him, body already quivering under the pleasure you were feeling. Slowly, he began to thrust the digits into you, withdrawing them only enough for you to feel the impact of them entering you each time. It was just enough to drive you crazy, his fingers just lightly brushing over your spot with each thrust. You were quickly losing yourself, hips beginning to rock back into his hand again, your moans spilling out of you faster than you could try to keep them quiet.

“Oh no,” Jungkook said, pulling you back to reality, as he gave a particularly rough thrust of his hand, strong enough to push your body up the bed a few inches. “That wasn’t your punishment, sweetheart.” He didn’t elaborate further, instead choosing to slip a fourth finger into your sopping cunt, the thrusting motions of his hand sounding lewdly wet in your ears. He focused his attention on your body, keeping track of how your walls began to contract around his fingers more tightly and more often, your climax steadily approaching even without any attention to your clit. He decided to tease you further, swiping his thumb over your engorged clit, making you whine loudly. He kept up the occasional swipes, your whimpers and whines getting louder with each swipe till you were practically crying, the edge so dangerously near but out of your reach at his hands.

“Please, Sir!”

“Hmm?”

“I need to cum!” He chuckled down at you, pressing his thumb harshly onto your clit and holding it there, making you gasp before you tried to buck your hips into the pressure. He pulled back quickly, removing his touch from you while his fingers kept pumping into you. Your moan of frustration was loud but did nothing to make him give you pity.

“You want to cum, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Sir!” you cried, nodding under the hand that had been keeping you pinned the whole time. He hummed consideringly, making you tense up as you waited for his decision. You felt only disappointment, however, as he gave a firm “no” before he was pressing against your clit again, the pressure driving you crazy.

“You don’t get to cum till I say. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” You pouted but agreed to listen to your Sir’s orders, pulling all your thoughts away from the thumb that was rubbing rough circles into your clit, trying to focus on anything else other than the pleasure that was making your body sing and crawl ever closer to release. You fought against the need of your body, fingers digging into the bed as you began to shake, nerves twitching. There was silence between the two of you, broken only by your gasped moans and whimpers and the sound of your wet pussy being worked by his fingers as you continued to fight off your climax, but it was quickly becoming a losing battle. Jungkook could feel you getting tighter around him and he sped up his hand in response, pressing his thumb more insistently into your clit as he rubbed tight circles over it.

“Don’t you cum yet, sweetheart. I can feel you getting closer.”

“I’m trying!” you cried, tears beginning to leak down your cheeks, your emotions and body at war.

“I’ll be so disappointed if you cum….” Jungkook’s tone was bordering on sad, and although you knew he was putting it on just to push you more, you felt a new resolve fill you, forcefully shoving your high back down, feeling the tendrils of pleasure lessen slightly. Your determination was admirable, but Jungkook had other plans and they depended on you failing.

With the hand that held a tight grip on your hair, he finally released the pressure keeping you pinned to the mattress, instead pulling on the locks roughly, bringing you to quickly plant your hands under you to keep your weight up. He kept his hold on you tight, like a pair of reins, to keep you still for him as he leaned towards you. Your eyes were shut as you panted hard, your bottom lip being worried harshly between your teeth as you continued to deny your body the release it was begging for. He watched you for a few moments, enjoying the way sweat had formed on your skin, mixing with the tears that were running down your cheeks in steady streams now. He leaned in closer, licking a wide line up the side of your cheek, catching your sweat and tears on his tongue before he began to pepper your cheek with wet kisses. You gasped, eyes flying open to look at him out of your peripheral, seeing the cheeky grin he was sporting. He didn’t give you time to protest, maneuvering around the arm that was keeping you still to bite hard onto your shoulder before he nipped his way up to your ear, pulling the lobe between his ears, hot and heavy breaths hitting your skin and making you shiver.

“Sir!” you moaned, trying to pull your head away from his lips, but the grip on your hair tightened, shaking you once roughly to remind you to be still. “But, Sir! I’ll cum if you do that!”

“So, don’t cum.” Such a simple thing, really, and Jungkook delivered it to you as such, muffled against your skin as he busied himself with marking it in conjunction with the hand that was still thrusting into your throbbing core. The added sensations were too much. You shook your head, whining pitifully as you tried to stop your orgasm. And then his thrusts into your pussy were suddenly coming too fast and he whipped your head towards him so he could latch his mouth onto yours, his tongue fucking your mouth as the band inside you gave up, your climax hitting you like a tidal wave. You moaned into Jungkook’s mouth, a mixture of pleasure and disappointment, as your body shook under the force of your orgasm, limbs twitching erratically. He didn’t let up, keeping you pressed against his lips as his hand continued to rub your now over-sensitive clit, ignoring your muffled pleas for him to stop. Your tears began afresh, your body too sensitive to handle his continued ministrations, and you latched onto his arm, nails digging into his skin to make him stop. He ignored the pain on his arm, choosing to instead grab you by the throat to pull you back for him to watch you, his fingers still thrusting wildly into you, your clit being continuously rubbed by his palm.

Your tears had turned to sobs as your body twitched and shook under the ministrations of his fingers, your mouth hung open as your eyes began to roll from the sensitivity and lack of airflow from his hand on your neck. Finally, finally, he stopped the hand that was thrusting into your swollen pussy and pulled away from you, letting his grip on you go so you could collapse to the bed, hard sobs leaving you in panting gasps.

“Hmm. You came, sweetheart. Even though I told you not to.” He slowly extracted his hand from your still twitching core, holding his hand up so he could see how utterly drenched and covered it had become in your juices. Your legs shook once before they slowly slid down, leaving you lying flat on your stomach, head turned towards Jungkook so you could see him inspecting his hand. He looked away from it with a sigh, looking down at you with a frown. “You’ve disappointed me.” You could only nod, a soundless ‘sorry’ on your lips as you continued to try to get your breath back, the inhales shaky from the sobs still leaving you. Wordlessly, he brought his messy hand down to your level, his order unspoken yet crystal clear. You opened your mouth wide, pulling the four of his fingers into your mouth as best you could, tongue wrapping around them to suck your juices off of the digits.

“I’m going to have to punish you more now. You’re practically begging for me to ruin you tonight.” You nodded, keeping your lips wrapped tightly around his fingers as you kept your eyes locked on him. You were prepared for the slap that landed on your ass the next second, taking care not to bite down on the fingers in your mouth as your body jumped at the new pain. He continued swatting your ass, no less intense from having to use his opposite hand and making you groan with each slap. You could feel yourself getting ready again, so ready for him to finally just fuck you, but when your Sir wanted to waste time, he was extremely good at it.

Besides, he was absolutely right. You needed to be ruined by him now.

He pulled his hand free from your mouth and moved away, moving to the other side of the bed so he could grab two handfuls of your leggings and underwear, roughly pulling them down the rest of your legs and over to the side. He delivered another slap to your ass, using both hands to smack your skin before he grabbed both cheeks firmly, fingers digging in as he pulled them apart to look at pussy and asshole. He grinned at how red and inflamed the skin was, shaking the flesh in his hands to enjoy how your ass jiggled in his grip. He gave another slap before his hands were on your legs, flipping them over and using the momentum to help twist your upper body, too. When you were on your back he tugged on your shirt.

“Off.”

You moved quickly but shakily, pushing yourself up onto to your ass, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. You paused at the lacy bra you’d worn, looking up at Jungkook for direction. He was stood at the bed, hand slowly palming himself through his sweats as he waited for you. At your silent question he cocked his head, looking over your body from head to toe before he motioned for you to take the bra off, too. As soon as you’d unhooked the underwear and tossed it to the side, he was moving, pushing you back down onto the bed.

“Hands under your bottom. Now.” You slid your hands close to your body, lifting your ass enough to slide your hands directly under it, palms up so that you were holding your own stinging cheeks as you let your weight fall back down. When you’d settled into a pleasing position, Jungkook moved, pulling off his sweats and the undershirt he’d been wearing with it, getting onto the bed, swinging his leg over you to straddle your chest. You couldn’t help yourself from licking your lips at the sight of his freshly engorged cock, seeing a bead of precum beginning to form at the slit on his head. You flicked your eyes up to his face, sniffing through your slowing tears as you waited to know what to do next.

“Open that whore mouth of yours, sweetheart.” You spread wide your mouth eagerly, opening your lips as far as you could as you kept your eyes locked on his. Your Sir loved to simply watch you when he had you in such a position, enjoying the way saliva would pool in your mouth but like a good girl, you refused to swallow, letting the drool escape to run down your face. It made for an easier time in taking him deep into your throat as well, an added bonus that you saw and experienced the benefit of many times before. Your throat was already raw from him fucking it earlier, but you were practically vibrating at the chance to have him on your tongue again.

This time was no different, Jungkook taking his time to drink in the sight of you lying so submissively under him, mouth literally drooling for his cock. As the spit began to pool, he dipped his fingers into your mouth, letting them rest on your tongue. He pressed down on your tongue once before he pushed them deeper and down into your throat, making you gag once around them as he triggered the reflex. He repeated the motion, beginning to thrust his digits in and out of your mouth in imitation of what was to come again.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth again, sweetheart. And when I’m done, you’re going to thank me. Understood?” He waited for you to nod before he pulled his fingers from your mouth, wrapping them around his dick to get it wet. He wiped the excess off on your cheek, dipping a thumb back into your mouth quickly to get more to rub into the skin. “Such a pretty sight,” he sighed happily, giving your wet cheek several firm pats before grabbing his dick in his hand to line it up with your mouth, pushing his hips forward.

His dick was immediately heavy on your tongue, the taste of him lighting up your senses as you couldn’t help but groan when he gave you no time to get used to his girth, pushing deep into your already sore throat. Your muscles contracted around him, choked gags escaping you as his dick triggered your gagging reflex again. He held himself there, watching as you pushed yourself into a state of calm, breath held as he blocked your airways. He gently ran a hand over your hair, praising you silently for being such a good cock slut for him. He leaned forward, holding himself as he positioned his knees better around your shoulders as he began to rock his hips down, starting slowly before picking up his speed.

You could do nothing but lay there, your mouth and throat full of your Sir’s dick as he thrust into you. Your breath was inaccessible under his command, your eyes watering with fresh tears at the pain in your throat and the constriction of your chest. His eyes were locked on your face, watching as his dick disappeared down your obedient throat over and over again, the sweat beginning to form on his own skin from the exertion. You kept your eyes on him as best you could, wincing and moaning, but trying so desperately to please him. You felt you were doing a pretty good job of it, too, as his moans began to increase with each thrust, his eyes beginning to slip shut as he lost himself to the sensation of your throat clenching around him.

Breath soon became too big of an issue though, your eyes beginning to roll as you disobeyed his orders to reach a hand up to dig into the muscle of his ass. His eyes snapped open at the sharp pain of your nails, his hips immediately stilling before he pulled back completely, his dick leaving your gaping mouth with a thick trail of saliva still connected to it. Your breaths returned, choked and heaving as you coughed and tried to suck in as much as possible. Jungkook’s own breaths were heavier, his eyes heavily lidded with this lust as he both made sure you were okay and enjoyed the way you were an absolute mess from his fucking your mouth.

He scooted back to allow your head room to move, gently running the tips of his fingers over your spit-wet cheeks before he was patting you roughly. He smiled down at you as he did, making you smile back in return, even as the sharp, little swats to your cheeks had your eyes wincing shut. He leaned down, curving his back so he could rest his forehead on yours, your heavy breaths mingling as the two of you tried to gain a bit of composure.

“T-thank you, Sir,” you managed to gasp out when your sore throats allowed you to. Jungkook pulled back just far enough for you to see his smirk before he leaned back in, settling his mouth against your ear.

“Punishment’s not over, sweetheart.”

You knew this would be the case, but you still pouted once before he was reaching down to grab you by the throat again, pulling up on you as he swung his leg back over, maneuvering you onto your hands and knees as he spread your legs wide enough till he was pleased. He climbed back behind you, settling on his knees as his hands smoothed over the skin of your ass contemplatively. You braced yourself for the heavy, painful swats you knew were coming, biting your lip hard as your Sir landed the first of multiple open-handed smacks on your now bruising skin.

Sitting would be an issue for a good few days. God, how you loved that.

Your moans picked up in frequency as your arms grew weak, your elbows shaking as you tried to stabilize yourself. Your strength left you when his hand landed on your pussy next, making you yelp, your arms buckling as you dove face first into his comforter to muffle the loud moan that spilled from your lips.

“Nuh-uh. Up, sweetheart. Now.” Jungkook’s tone was sharp, his left hand sliding up your back to wind your messy locks around his fingers, tugging sharply to pull you back up onto your hands, his hand holding you still like reigns on a wild horse as you bucked and tried to escape the dual pain of the tugging on your scalp and his palm on your ass.

You were crying from the pain when Jungkook finally stopped, your moans having turned to pleas and whines for him to have mercy on your abused skin. Your safe word never passed your lips, though, reassuring Jungkook that you were enjoying the punishment he was unleashing on your stubborn ass. He sighed, leaning back on his heels as he forced your back to arch with the grip he kept on your hair. He listened to your sobs for several seconds, gathering himself before he pushed back up to his knees, leaning down enough to let you feel his breath on your shoulders.

“Time for me to fuck you, sweetheart. Your disobedient pussy obviously needs a complete lesson tonight, hmm?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” you whispered out, widening your legs just a slight bit more to open yourself for the heavy dick you felt pressed against your stinging and hot flesh. You felt Jungkook’s free hand slide up the length of your pussy, sinking all four of his fingers in to get his hand wet before pulling out, wrapping his slick covered hand over his dick, mixing your juices with the precum that spilled from his head. He gripped himself steadily, gently rubbing his dick up and down your wet, dripping lips, making your body shiver when he pressed against your aching clit.

When he finally slid in, it was with little time for you to process being suddenly filled, his hips thrusting into you hard, the sound of your skin hitting his sounding out loudly in his room. Your moan was immediate, though quickly hushed as he pulled his hips back to thrust back into you again in a hard and rough shove, your breath skipping at the force. His hand in your hair tightened its grip, pulling your head further back as Jungkook began to pick up the speed of his thrusts, doing his best to keep his force the same.

His dick ramming into you was an interesting mix of pain and pleasure, the drag of him against your walls making you shiver before he was hitting too deep. Your tears began to spring fresh, whines all that you could manage as your Sir used your pussy, fucking you hard enough to make you begin regretting being such a brat. But the painful pleasure of it all sated your needs just perfectly, your eyes rolling as your body constantly readjusted itself to keep stable under the force of his hips ramming into yours.

You could feel your second orgasm approaching, but you knew you’d need attention to your clit to cum. You chanced reaching a hand between your legs, but Jungkook’s hand in your hair reared you back further, shaking you in rebuke as he landed another heavy slap onto your bruised ass.

“You’ll cum when I say you can cum, sweetheart. If you cum too early again, I’ll leave you like this the whole night.”

“I’m sorry, Sir! I’ll be good; I promise!”

He didn’t respond to your words, instead shaking you a second time before he was pushing down on the middle of your back, forcing you down onto your face as he got up to his feet, keeping crouched low enough to keep his dick in your pussy. The new position had him reaching even further into you, the stretch against your walls making your moans grow louder again as he began to thrust back into you again. Your body was his to control, his hands grabbing you firmly by the hips as he kept you where he wanted, pulling you back when you’d been moved forward from the rock of his hips.

You needed to cum. You knew your Sir could tell from the way hisses were leaving his mouth, his focus narrowing in on the way your walls were contracting more and more steadily on his dick. He undoubtedly needed to cum, too, but the stubbornness that thrived between the two of you always made him want to draw things out as long as possible. Your whines mixed with sobs were all that you could hear, your hearing starting to turn into a high pitched ringing as Jungkook forced your body closer and closer to your high, leaving you wanting as he refused to allow you the relief you so desperately needed on your clit.

“Do you need to cum, sweetheart?” he asked between his thrusts, grunting loudly when you flexed your walls tightly, making his hips stutter slightly.

“Yes, Sir!”

“You know what to do.”

Beg.

If there was one aspect of this relationship you’d not expected, it would be how much Jungkook loved to hear you beg. Your pleas weren’t just simple things but were full of the dirtiest promises and wishes, your words always working to push him closer to his own climax, making him feel generous enough to let you have relief. It was all about stroking his ego, something you’d mastered in your time with him. You prepared yourself now, inhaling deeply before you began.

“Please, Sir! Please let me cum! I know I was a disobedient slut tonight, but I really, really want you to fill me up with you cum and then let me keep it in me while I cum. Please–oh fuck, oh fuck–Sir!”

“Louder!”

Sir!” you whined, pitching your voice higher as you grabbed hold of his comforter, needing the stabilization as he suddenly picked up speed. “Please let your disobedient slut cum! I’m sorry I was such a bad whore!”

“Rub yourself. Now.”

You wasted no time, sliding a shaky arm between your trembling legs, your body practically singing with relief as soon as your fingers pressed against your aching clit. It only took a few circles of your fingers for your body to suddenly seize, your orgasm washing over you suddenly, making you gasp before your sobs began anew. Your Sir continued fucking you through your high, the pleasurable relief racing through your body making you unable to process anything further as you cried from the sensations traveling through your body.  

The strong and powerful twitching of your pussy walls creating a vice grip on his dick finally broke Jungkook a few moments later, a loud whine passing from his own lips as he thrust back into you at a stuttering pace. You could feel the hot ropes of his cum hitting your sore walls, filling you up just as you’d begged him to. He collapsed back to his knees when he’d finished, slipping out of you as he leaned back on his hands, his chest heaving as he tried to even out his breathing. The two of you were silent in the wake of your mutual orgasms, your sobs quieting down to hiccups.

Amidst the ringing in your ears and the heavy pants of your breath, you could hear Jungkook’s low chuckles before you felt his hands pat your trembling thighs. “Good job, sweetheart. You took your punishment very well tonight.” You mumbled a thank you, unable to fully form the words, knowing he understood you quite well as he pushed himself from the bed, grabbing his sweat to slide back on. Your legs finally gave up their fight when he began to walk back towards the computer desk, the heavy plopping of them against the mattress making him turn back to shoot you a cocky smirk one more time.

“Sorry, guys! Had some business to attend to,” you heard him say when he’d sat down, pulling his headset back on over his head. You slowly turned your head just enough to see him blurrily out of your peripheral vision, brows furrowing as you saw him freeze. “…I thought I did press mute…? How much did you guys hear?” He spun around in his seat, his eyes wide as he met your slowly narrowing ones. But then he let his gaze travel the length of your thoroughly used body, his lips quirking into that goddamned smirk you hated so much because it always worked to send a new thrill of lust through your body, no matter what. “Well, we’re glad you guys enjoyed the show, aren’t we, sweetheart?” You wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but from the way Jungkook’s eyes were glittering you knew that’d be the worst idea possible.

Maybe in a few hours you’d tell him.

Better With Age

Summary: Sam freaks out a little about growing older. You comfort him.

Word Count: 1900ish

Warning: standard smut, a little dirty talk

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy this one! XOXO


It’s the little things.

Sam starts an intense multivitamin regimen in the mornings. He cuts back on the beer. He tries his best to start sleeping five or six hours instead of the usual four.

You get it. You aren’t twenty-one years old anymore either. Sore muscles take a couple of days longer to heal, too many beers at dinner makes you feel awful the next day, and you just simply don’t have the stamina you used to.

Sam is just trying to ward off middle-age as long as he can, despite the fact that he’s not even there yet.

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a stroke of fuck | one

pairing: sehun x reader, jongin x reader, yixing x reader
genre: fuckboy!au, college!au, smut, angst?, series
summary: there was good in the world to balance the bad, but when it comes to boys are they good for anything except breaking hearts and causing trouble?

pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5

A/N: AS ALWAYS I DIDNT PROOFREAD THIS, please let me know what you think D:

Originally posted by intokai

“Fuck, you’re getting my dick so wet,” Sehun moaned while seeing the way his dick glistened with wetness. Biting his lip, he threw his head back and smirked. How did he get so lucky? Looking back down, he pushed the girl’s thigh further back, giving him the best view of how his dick stretched out her pussy. Another slew of filthy words left the boy’s mouth as he leaned over the moaning girl’s body. His large left hand moved beside her head, his chest on hers, nipples rubbing against each others as he slowly pushed his thick, pulsating dick back inside her.

Lifting her right leg, she wrapped it around his thin waist as their bodies roughly rocked the bed. The headboard slamming against the wall brought her closer to her long awaited orgasm. Her senses began overloading. Sehun’s hot breaths against her stretched neck that adorned three hickies, the short curls just above his hard dick that brushed against her swollen clit, his hand that had a firm grip on her thigh to stop her squirming.

“That’s right squeeze my dick,” he groaned against her jaw. Increasing the speed of his thrusts, he lifted his left hand and began rolling her hard nipple between his fingers. “I’m so close,” her whimpers added to the noise of undeniable lewd acts.

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Break M'Own Rules

Harry X Reader: Angst

In which alcohol and pricks make for a messy, angry Harry.

Request? No

Author’s note: I don’t really see Harry ever being violent, but I had a dream about this and really wanted to write it soooo.


Tonight has been the most fun you’ve had in a while. You’re sat at a table in Harry’s favorite pub, crowded with his close friends. There are some that he keeps in regular contact with, but more that he only gets to see on the off chance that he’s home for a while and free from any work.

Harry’s been smiling all night, cracking terrible jokes and laughing overzealously at the little quips that anyone else makes. He’s had at least one too many. His smile is lazy, an uneven little smirk. His arm is stretched out across the back of your chair and he keeps touching you, brushing his thumb over your far arm, randomly spattering kisses along your cheek or over your bare shoulder. Sometimes he leans on you and you have to shove him off when he becomes a little too heavy, worried about tipping out of your chair. But he only grins at you and then joins back into whatever conversation is happening.

The group has begun to thin out. A few friends have left in pairs, babbling about being tired or having things to do tomorrow. You and Harry assure each of them that there will be more get-togethers before he’s off around the world for work again. Harry expresses his love with sloppy words, too buzzed to get up from his chair and hug them. Then there’s only Nick left.

“Yeh ‘bout ready to g’home, kitten?” Harry’s leaned his head on your shoulder again, growing hair falling into his heavy eyes.

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His || Jungkook || 0.18

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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diannajasanders-love  asked:

Hey lovlie, I just love ur reactions and everything about ur blog. I mean that 😂. I was wondering, can I request a bts reaction when s/o flirts with them and they get turned on? Thanks in advance ✨

Namjoon

The wind is barely blowing but its path through the leaves of the huge trees causes a constant background noise, so pleasant that you shudder with happiness. You look up with a smile, watching the filtered sunlight through the branches and leaves, and sigh with ease. Namjoon’s cold hand comes to rest on your neck, gently stroking your hair. You feel his tender look on you and turn your head to smile to him, pressing yourself a little more against his chest. You have been sitting on this bench for many minutes without uttering a word, simply enjoying Mother Nature’s natural symphony.

You remember that you still have a lollipop in your bag and plunge your hand in it to grab it, smiling stupidly when you see it’s lemon flavor, your favorite. You look at Namjoon and ask him if he wants to share, a question to which he agrees without even thinking, his eyes closing when a stronger breeze strokes your faces. You undo the paper and gives a quick kitten lick before putting it in your mouth. You smile and grow a small satisfied moan, your head resting on Namjoon’s shoulder as he passes his arm around you, laying a kiss on your temple.

You feel his eyes on you, especially on your lips, and restrains yourself from smiling. You don’t look at him and continue to suck the lollipop with a totally innocent look, shivering slightly under the caress of Namjoon’s fingers on your shoulder. After a while, you straighten up and handle him the lollipop. He opens his mouth and smiles when the tangy taste invades his tongue. You smile as you see him being so cute and soft and pure and just… Adorable. He lets out a cute giggle as he turns the lollipop on his tongue with his fingers, pressing you a little more against him.

Then follows a dangerous seduction game between you two. Namjoon slips the lollipop into your mouth, purposely passing it on your lower lip. You slide your tongue on the candy while your eyes are still on Namjoon’s, and very quickly the tension between your two bodies becomes palpable. You slide the lollipop outside and inside your mouth, press your lips around it and gives very small kitten licks that tightens your man’s jaw.

“Such a tease…”, growls Namjoon as he takes the lollipop from your mouth, holding back a curse when he sees you’re purposely salivating around the sour candy. He slips the lollipop into his mouth, turning his tongue in small circles, knowing that your eyes are on his luscious lips. His eyes goes down on your lips, his tongue continuing his explicit dance and forcing you to cross your legs, a groan of frustration escaping your lips.

“It was a bad idea”, Namjoon sighs, his pupils dilating a little more as his eyes return to yours. You nod, your body burning with desire and the vision of his tongue around the candy never leaving your mind. You put your hands on his cheeks to kiss him, moaning as your tongue tastes the lemon on Namjoon’s tongue. He slips a hand into your hair, feverishly answering to your kiss, bringing you even closer to him, as if it were still possible. Your tongues dance together until there’s no longer a single tangy flavor in your mouths. Namjoon breaks the kiss, can’t help but laying a few more quick and hungry kisses on your red lips before he whispers :

“Car ?

- Car.”

Taehyung

Taehyung takes out his old camera from his pretty box and looks at you with sparkly eyes before giving it to you. You sit on the bed and caress the camera with your fingertips before giving it back to him, saying how beautiful it is.

Without saying a word but with a completely adorable smile, he puts the wrist strap on his wrist and raises the camera in front of his eyes, the lens aimed at you. You blush, hiding your face and giggling but Tae doesn’t lower his camera, taking a first shot of you. You laugh cutely and begin to pose, feeling so beautiful when he looks at you like that. You pull your oversized t-shirt between your thighs and begin to feel more comfortable, letting Tae capture your natural beauty. He moves all around you before settling on the bed to be closer. You lie down slowly, your hair all around your head and shoulders, your fingers sliding on your thighs. Taehyung captures every detail, every spot where the light brings out the softness of your skin, the glare of your eyes, the sweetness of your half-smile. Tae settles on the edge of the bed and watches you get closer. He gently opens his mouth, his cheekbones taking a slight pinkish color, struggling to stay focused.

You roll on your back and notice how your breasts are almost out. You blush, pressing your hand between your thighs and arching your back, and turn your head towards Tae’s camera. He takes a shot but doesn’t look inside the viewfinder. He looks at you intensely and drops the camera on the bed, not even looking at how he lands. You open wide your eyes in surprise and hold a small moan when Tae slips on your body to get above you as fast as a cat.

He lays a burning kiss on your neck and rests his forehead above the lump of your boobs, his lips grazing your skin. You have only been together for a short time, and never, oh never has he been so close to your body. He wants to wait before he can have your body and soul completely, but it doesn’t looks like it’s what he wants right now… And it’s clearly not what you want either. You still refrain your need to be touched and sigh, stroking his hair by pressing him lightly against you when your arms close around him.

“Fuck Y/N… You’re making things really hard…”, Taehyung sighs, his breath against your skin making you shudder. Well, I wish I could feel it, you’re thinking, but you chase your dirty thought away and press him a little harder against your chest. He notices it and has to close his eyes to hold his need to pass his hot tongue against your soft skin. You smile and let out a cute giggle, seeing how Tae fights against himself not to let his hands go all over your body. Maybe it’s time to make him understand that you have only one desire : to feel his big, perfect hands all over your body.

Jin

As you walk along the Han River, as the sun sets and gives a pink color to the sky, Jin stops at a street vendor for you to choose two cupcakes. You giggle like a little girl and choose two pink and glittery cupcakes, very lame, ridiculous and cliché. Jin frowns as he gives the money to the salesman, telling him not to pay attention to you, going out with such a handsome man makes her very cheesy. You burst into laughter and hit his arm, still giggling when he puts his arm around your shoulders, laughing like an idiot as he start walking again.

You put the cupcake in front of your boyfriend’s mouth so that he can take a bite, growing a small moan of satisfaction because it’s really good. You smile hard, looking at him as if he was the most beautiful creation in the universe (which is close to the truth) and literally give him the beak, biting your lip at the sight of him moaning with pleasure. Jin always turns you on when you watch him eat, and today is no exception.

When he finishes the cupcake, running his tongue over his luscious lips, you have a little bit of cream on your fingers. Your eyes still focused on his beautiful brown eyes, you slip your finger into your mouth and clean it with a precise and slow lick, so slow that Jin has time to imagine what’s happening inside your mouth. You take out your wet finger, giving a last (and completely useless) kitten lick, the look in your eyes changing into a call of lust.

Jin looks left and then right, as if to make sure no one is watching you. Once he’s sure that you’re alone, he smiles tenderly :

“You’re so cute…”

Jin pulls you closer to him, leaning towards you to put his mouth against your ear, the warm and hoarse tone of his voice making you close your eyes, head resting against his shoulder :

“I want to see what your tongue can do when your lips are around my cock.”

It’s like your legs can’t hold you no more for one second. This second where the thought of what he just told you flash in your mind and makes your mouth water. You hold back a soft moan, closing your eyes and hiding your face against him. You clench your fingers around Jin’s jacket to keep a semblance of balance and, with a weak voice, you ask to go home. Jin smirks, his arm completely around your shoulders so you can hide against his chest a few more seconds before he rushes home.

Hoseok

Hoseok is lying against you on the bed, his back against your chest and his head resting on your shoulder as he plays video games. One of your arms surrounds his shoulders while your other hand strokes his hair just the way he likes it. You’re so comfortable that you could fall asleep but it’s just impossible. The view you have on his body keeps you from thinking straight.

First of all, his hair and skin smells like heaven. If only it was just that… But he wears a white t-shirt that’s carelessly lifted up to show his hip bone, allowing you to guess the vein that furrows his lower abdomen. His honey skin is absolutely tempting. His gray sweatpants are way too low for your mental health and it’s worse when you try to look away : your eyes are automatically attracted to his venous forearms and hands. His long, thin fingers, the veins that run through his skin, the strength he puts in his movements when he gets a little too much hyped by his game… Hoseok turns you on without even knowing it. You feel a little dizzy and must close your eyes to regain control of yourself.

But you can’t.

You start to kiss the tip of his adorable ear, moving your lips down on his earlobe that you gently lick. Your hand in his hair goes down on his neck as you unwrap your arm around his shoulders to stroke his collarbone over his shirt. When you nibble his lobe, Hobi smiles, quickly closing his eyes under the softness and warmth of your tongue. You smile too, running down your mouth in his neck. You put a few kisses on his hot skin, sighing slightly as his scent hits you one more time. You taste his skin, well aware of how his body tenses as he feels your tongue rolling on his neck. Your hands strokes his neck, his chest, your other hand going down, down, down…

Until Hoseok catches your wrist and slides your hand under his sweatpants.

You moan against his ear when your fingers close around his impressive erection. You swallow hard, sliding your fingers along his member, can’t help but bite your lip thinking about its heat and its thickness inside you. Hobi doesn’t stop playing, but his breathing is more intense, his smirk never leaving his lips.

Let’s see if he can stay focused on his video game while you slip your hand under his boxers…

Yoongi

You have a drink all together in the living room before watching a movie. Yoongi is sitting on the couch in front of you, busy talking to Jimin. You know he hates when you’re glued to him with everyone else around you and you don’t mind. Well, it usually doesn’t bother you. But tonight, Yoongi is particularly hot and you have given up the idea of avoiding looking at him. It’s not your fault, he attracts you like a magnet, especially when he’s dressed all black from head to toe.

You begin to throw explicit looks but Yoongi seems to want to avoid your eyes. You almost have the impression of not being really here. He does it on purpose, this little twat, because he knows that you want him. You look for his eyes again and again, wanting him to lost it and want you back, at least snatch a smile as a naughty promise for later. After a moment, he finally deigns to look at you. You pass your tongue on your lips, making sure he understands what you want only with your eyes.

Yoongi takes out his phone from his pocket and types out a message. Seconds later, your phone vibrates in your pocket. You let a few seconds pass before you read it.

“Stop. I don’t know what you have in mind but don’t look at me like that.”

You sigh, looking up at Yoongi who gives you a threatening look, a look that’s enough to make you look down, blushing slightly. Realizing that maybe you’ve gone too far, that perhaps Yoongi didn’t want you tonight, and that you’d better behave in the presence of all his friends. Despite his threat, you still look up to look at him. This time, it’s a desperate look, a look that says “I need you”. But Yoongi nods slowly and turns his gaze. You sigh, not being able to stop yourself from staring at every detail of his magnificent sulky face.

The boys set themselves up to watch the movie and dim the lights. You take the opportunity to get up to join the bathroom where you can put a little water on your neck, Yoongi turning you on so much you need to refresh yourself. You feel his eyes on you as you leave the room and bite your lip to refrain you from looking at him. You cross the dark corridor and enter the bathroom. After putting some water on your neck and your cheeks, you look in the mirror and mentally urge yourself to stop fantasizing about your man for a second. Just a second, please.

You get out of the bathroom and get slammed against the wall by Yoongi who’s kissing you passionately, placing his leg between yours to give you the friction you crave since the beginning of the evening. You moan against his mouth, your hands passing in his hair while he sticks even more against you. He devours you as if he had not touched you for two days and seems to give zero fuck about the risk of being caught by one of the members. Once he’s done kissing you (for the moment), he beckons you the door of his bedroom with his head. You smile at him, stroking his cheek as he smiles back at you, whispering you to hurry.

Jimin

When you enter the dance studio, Jimin still has not finished his practice. He’s never done when you join him here anyway. Jimin never stops working. You smile when you see his face lighting up when he sees you and sit against the mirror to watch him dance.

After a while, he let out a long exhausted sigh and walks towards you before sitting on the ground, his legs apart on both sides of yours. He leans on his hands behind his back and swings his head back, his breathing still heavy. “Ah, my legs hurt so much… I think I’m done for today” he sighs, slightly wincing when he wants to lift a leg but gives up under the pain.

You smile tenderly, kneeling between his legs. Leaning slightly, you start to massage his left calf, ignoring your boyfriend’s whine when he tells you not to touch him because he’s sweaty as fuck. You make sure to press your fingers where he’s used to having cramps, tearing him a groan of satisfaction. The problem is that Jimin turns you on when he moans, whatever the situation. Soon, inappropriate thoughts run through your head as you move up on Jimin’s leg, now massaging his gorgeous thigh.

You raise your eyes to Jimin who bites his lip when he sees how naughty this look is. He asks with a hoarse, adorable, playful voice :

“ What was that ?

- Nothing, just massaging my baby…

- Yeah ?

- Yeah. ”

You share an absolutely explicit look but Jimin is forced to close his eyes when you press on a particularly painful point and that relieves him instantly. He’s still moaning, and you know he’s fully aware of the effect it has on you. You bite your lip and, staring at his parted lips, you move your hands a little too far. Jimin opens his eyes and whispers “don’t” but his eyes tell you otherwise. With a naughty smile, you put your hand on his chest and push him gently so he lies on the ground. You lean over him and, your hand slipping on his crotch, you whisper “But you want to…”. His moan and the way his hand grabs yours to increase its pressure are enough for you to know you’re right.

Jungkook

It’s very late at night when Jungkook’s belly gurgles. You turn your head towards him as he hugs you from behind while he plays on his computer (he likes to have something to bite when he loses : in this case, it’s your neck and your cheek) and ask him if he’s hungry. Jungkook nods without looking at you and finishes his game before dragging you to the kitchen. It’s very late and the boys are all asleep, so you have be extremely quiet.

He takes some vanilla ice cream while you take a spoon. You sit on the floor and put the ice cream between your legs. You take a big spoonful and get it closer to your boyfriend’s mouth, a smile raising on his lips as he eats it. You smile as you see him so happy and take a spoon for yourself before giving him the beak again.

Every time you lean towards him to feed him, you purposely press your arms against each other to bring out your boobs that looks already tasty under the little crop top that you wear. And Jungkook doesn’t miss a single beat of that delicious sight. He looks at you licking the spoon and smirks, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. He drives you crazy in his white t-shirt, he drives you crazy when he stares at you like that. But you asked for it.

When you think he has eaten enough (and decide that it’s time to push this little cute babyboy against the mattress), you get up and pick up the ice cream to put it back in the refrigerator. You lift yourself on tiptoe to reach it and, the second you place the ice cream inside, Jungkook slams the door. You hold a little scream, scared that it’s gonna wake up the others, but it’s another kind of scream you want to let out when Jungkook sticks his body against yours from behind.

His hands presses your hips, even going dangerously on the front of your thighs so that your butt is glued to his crotch. His mouth begins to devour your neck and you have to clench your fingers on the fridge not to fall under the excitement he causes you. You turn around eagerly, wanting to kiss him so bad, but he barely gives you time to whisper “Jeongguk” before lifting you on his shoulder, heading for his king size bed to make love to his princess.

Oh, Come On!

Sam woke to the blaring of the alarm and rolled over, slapping at it to turn it off. When he finally opened his eyes and adjusted to the light in the motel, that’s when he saw it. Dean and Y/N’s empty bed, completely made and never slept in. A bit of panic shot through him, thinking they had gone out and gotten captured by whatever was haunting the town, until he heard the muffled sounds of Dean’s snoring from somewhere in the room. 

Sam pulled himself out of bed to find the source of the noise, making his way around the room, finally discovering it at the foot of the bed. “Oh, God.” Sam muttered to himself, taking in the scene. 

You were draped over Dean’s face, topless, your back exposed entirely to Sam. Thankfully you’d managed to get back into your jeans before you passed out, even if they were unbuttoned, unzipped, and barely covering your ass. An empty bottle of Jack Daniels was clenched firmly in one of your hands and the other held a whip. How Dean wasn’t suffocating with his face buried in your cleavage, Sam wasn’t sure, and he wasn’t about to try and figure out. 

Slowly and carefully, Sam moved you off of Dean’s face to allow him to breathe, draping you over his body instead. Neither of you budged, both of you far too drunk too notice. Dean was no better than Y/N. His tie tied around his head, a pair of sunglasses on the very top, a flogger in one hand, one of his shoes next to his head, and Y/N’s pink bra around his neck. “Gross.” Sam muttered, thoroughly scarred for life after seeing the toys. There were things he didn’t need to know about his brother and his best friend and this was definitely at the top of the list. 

Sam left you both to shower, only coming back to make sure Dean and you were still breathing before leaving you both to work the case.

Dean woke first, smacking his lips and running his calloused hand over your bare back, making your stir. “Whiskey, neat.” You mumbled into his chest, eyes still closed.

“It’s morning.” Dean chuckled and sat up, much to your dismay. You reached up, ripping his sunglasses off his head and putting them over your own eyes. “S’ok. We don’t have to go anywhere. Sammy can handle it.” He grinned, cupping your breasts and leaning in to kiss you gently.

You wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as the door opened. “Are you guys - oh come on!” Sam yelled, turning around and slamming the door shut. 

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BTS Reaction To: You Not Being Able To Walk The Morning After.

-Request: could u do a bts reacts to you not being able to walk bc youre so sore from rough sex?-

Thanks for requesting!

JIN.

Jin laughed so hard as he watched you get out of bed, finding it hard to walk properly. You shot him a death glare, but the way you looked at him just made him laugh even harder.

“I hate you so fucking much.” You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t blame this on me - we both know this is your fault.” He teased, referring to your constant begs from last night for him to go faster.

Originally posted by 55kumamons

SUGA.

Yoongi smirked, feeling extremely cocky with himself that he managed to go so rough last night that you couldn’t even walk.

“I’m guessing I was really good last night then?” He grinned.

“Fuck off.” You spat.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll make sure next time you won’t even be able to stand.”

Originally posted by vthesecretoilet

RAP MONSTER.

Namjoon didn’t feel sorry for you as you was the one who asked for him to go harder, and it wasn’t the first time this had happened either. As you complained about not being able to walk, Namjoon told you to just come back into bed if it was that bad.

“Just come back into bed then. Don’t go work today.”

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

J HOPE.

Hoseok felt extremely bad, telling you he felt sorry over and over again. Although it was your fault for wanting him to be more rough than he usually was, he blamed it all on himself.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll make it up to you.”

Originally posted by jincubus

V.

Taehyung thought you was faking it at first, but that was until you continued to walk funny for near enough the whole day. Taehyung apologised, but you knew he didn’t really feel any sympathy for you as later on, he even asked you for a round two of last night.

“Come on, please? I won’t go too rough this time.”

Originally posted by yoongsb

JIMIN.

Jimin found your pain to be cute, giggling softly at how you were walking.

“Really? You’re going to laugh at me?”

“I’m sorry but.. you’re so cute.” He was still laughing, finding amusement out of your pain.

Originally posted by littlebabyfox20

JUNGKOOK.

“I’m not sorry.” Jungkook chuckled. “It’s your fault.” He shrugged.

“You’re an ass.” You told him, although you did know it was your fault for asking him to go “harder.”

“I’m joking. I’ll take care of you today - promise.”

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

The birds & the bees

A/N: Someone requested this from somebody else who didn’t wanna write it & I couldn’t help myself. Reader walks in on Dean with a lady friend & the boys have to explain what was happening.

Dean’s age-22   Sam’s age-18   Reader’s age-8

Dean x Sister!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by mylife-in--color

Originally posted by writingissatansworstnightmare

“Why can’t we go to the library?” You asked as you hurried to keep up with your older brother walking down the sidewalk.

“I already told you Y/N,” Sam replied, looking behind him he noticed you were struggling at the rate he was walking and slowed down, “Gimme your backpack.” He told you as he reached for it.

You quickly took off your old green hand-me-down backpack and gave it to Sam, “Thanks Sammy. That was heavy.”

“No problem.” Sam replied as he shrugged it onto his shoulder, “Let’s go, I wanna get back to the motel so I can start my project.”

“Okay, but why can’t we go to the library. I wanted to get more books on animals, if I’m gonna be a vetra-vetrana-what’s the word again?” You questioned.

“Veterinarian.” Sam answered, “And we aren’t going to the library because they’re closed today; they’re renovating the ceilings.”

“Ohhhhh.” You exaggerated, “Will you help me with my math homework when we get home?”

“Course, we gotta get you through third grade math before you can be a vet.” Sam told you with a smile.

“Thanks Sammy.” You said, returning the smile he gave you which showed off the gap in your front teeth.

“No problem bug, now…race you to the motel room!” Sam shouted as you rounded the corner into the motel parking lot.

You took off as fast as you could; Sam was close behind you, however you had the advantage since he was being weighed down by two backpacks. As you approached the motel door you looked behind, “Too slow to keep up Sammy!” You shouted as him before turning back towards the door and quickly swinging it open so that you could gloat about beating your brother to Dean.

Stepping inside you started to talk to your oldest brother, “Dean! You won’t bel-what are you doing to that lady?” You questioned with a confused face when you realized Dean head was between her legs.

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I Want It Fast, I Want It Loud, I Want It My Way

a/n: THIS PICTURE FUCK. i’ve rode many of things in my lifetime. ;-) just not a thigh, so this might not be accurate but heyyyyyyyyy it’s fine. and if we’re gonna be honest here, how many of y'all actually even rode a dick? let alone a thigh hahaha.  love y'all :-) (smut warning obviously) 


I’m tired. I can feel the familiar ache in my body. I want nothing more than to go home and sleep for hours on end with no interruption. “C'mon, love, lets go.” I whine into Harry’s ear. His arm that is wrapped around my hip tightens, “okay, hold on.” He absentmindedly replies. I huff out. I don’t want to hold on. What the hell am I supposed to hold on to anyways? I notice a chair on the other side of the room and I instinctively follow to it. 

 When I am seated, I rest my head against the wall and close my eyes. “Alright, up you get. It’s time to go, yeah?” Harry awakes me from my quick nap, a whine slips from my lips as I’m placed on my feet. “No.” Harry chuckles lowly as he bends down and urges me to get on my back. A sleepy smile etches on my face as I climb onto him. He stands up with ease. My head falls onto his shoulder as I fall asleep with Harry’s scent lingering around me. 

 * 

 It’s hot. I can feel sweat seeping through my shirt. 

My eyes open and adjust to the darkness. The clock reads three-thirty A.M., I can hear Harry’s breathing next to me. It’s relaxing. His arms are pulled under his pillow as he lies his head on it, curly hair flopping over. His mouth is slightly ajar, and I can’t help but look at his lips. They are such a nice shape, they’re so pink and full. The shirt I have on is soaked through with sweat as I peel it off my scorching body. The cool air soothes my skin and I sigh with relief. 

With my head back onto my pillow, I continue to stare at sleeping Harry. How can one human have so much beauty to them? Not just his looks either, he has a beautiful soul as well. My eyes skim back to his lips. God, his lips. If only they were kissing me right now. Down my neck, onto my collar bone. Biting and nipping, leaving a hickey in its place. 

 I play with the idea of waking him up just to do that, but he needs his sleep. When I make up my mind to be a good girlfriend, I groan and roll over. I hate that I’m a good person sometimes. My head is still spinning with the thought of Harry kissing me all over as I close my eyes and try to sleep. Minutes pass before I huff out and grab my phone. 

Looks like I’m not going to be sleeping tonight. One perk of having a famous boyfriend is that I can look up smut about him and totally try it the next time we have sex. And that’s what I do. I head over to my Tumblr app and type in “Harry Styles smut”. The first thing that pops up is an ask. The ask reads “OKAY but imagine riding harry’s thigh i Am HURT. You would grind down on him and it would hit your clit just right and his hands would leave marks on your hips and he could feel you soaking through his jeans, and he just gets off to you getting off FUCK”. 

 Okay what in the hell is thigh riding and why am I so wet now? My mind starts racing after smut with thigh riding involved. I’ve never heard of thigh riding, but I’m already liking it. I stay up a few more minutes, maybe hours, who really knows? Looking at smut that includes thigh riding. I’m aching for the feeling of it right now. My internal conflict is raging inside me and I think I have to wake Harry. The sleeping boy next to me looks so peaceful. How could I wake him up just to ride his thigh? I can feel myself pulsing for this feeling. “Fuck.” I groan out, I can’t wait any longer. My hand starts to shake his sleeping body, “Harry.” All he does is let out a soft groan. This is going to be harder than I thought. With a swift pull from the covers, both of our bodies are uncovered. 

Harry is naked from his hips up and he looks fucking great. The tattoos sprawled across his toned body never looked so appealing in my life. I want to run my tongue over everyone of them. Black  shorts that were around my hips fall off with a swift motion from my arms, my underwear following. Fire is in my veins. Harry visibly shutters from the loss of the covers but I climb on top of him to bring him warmth.

 "Y/N?“ He mutters, his voice raspier and deeper from sleep. Fuck, I’m literally dripping for this green eyed man. “Baby, I want to try something..” I say while unleashing kisses to his jaw and neck. “At-” He stops to check the time, “5:47 in the morning?” Huh, guess I was looking at smut longer than I thought. “Yes baby, please, I’m literally dripping for you. Plus, you have to get up an hour anyways for work.” I moan out, I can already feel his erection through his pajama pants. “Well if you insist.” He smirks. “What did you want to try?” He sits up holding me in his lap. My legs are by each of his hips and his large hands are roaming my back, hips, and thighs. “Well it’s kinda weird, but I really want to try it.” I tug my lip into my teeth, nervously awaiting his response. “Yeah? What’s it then love?” “Well- I- just- let me show you. Take off your pants.” I instruct with a shaky voice, he obliges as he lifts me off his lap. He is left in his tight boxer briefs. 

I manage to mount back onto his lap, positioning myself over his left thigh. “What’re you doing babe?” Harry asks me with puzzlement in his eyes. “Just..” I moan out as I begin to move hips on his lap. The contact of my clit to his thin boxers form incoherent moans. Harry’s hands move to my hips, gripping them. “Oh so you like thigh riding, huh?” Harry’s voice is like gravel on a road sending me to move faster as his hands insinuate rapid movements. My head nods feverishly as he moves me faster. I feel his lips attach to my breasts, sucking lightly. 

Curls are in my hands as I rock back and forth in his thigh. Cotton boxers against my clit work expertly together with the collaboration of my movements and Harry’s lips. Pleasure is racing through me leaving a beating heart and restless moans. Thoughts are construed in my mind as I try to piece together all the overwhelming things that are enveloping around me. Fuck, I’m so close. “Harry…” I moan out and he gets the hint. His inked hands grip my love handles tighter and my moves pick up pace as we move with the rhythm of an imaginary tempo. “Come for me.” Harry barely whispers in my ear as he adds a nibble to my ear lobe and before I can stop myself, I am sent over the top. An orgasm rattles through me with blacked out vision and shaking hands. Spearmint surrounds me as my head collapses into Harry'a shoulder. “I didn’t know you were into that.” Harry’s voice flows out to me and I laugh, “Yeah I didn’t either.” The clock now reads six-fifteen. 

Before Harry can react, I roll off of him and fall into my spot on our bed. The covers are pulled up over me, I hum in response. “Get some sleep, my angel.” Are words I hear before I drift off.

be quiet || t.h

Relationship: Greaser!Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom sneaks into your room late at night.

Warnings: smut {18+}, fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: like honestly this is something i can get behind i need tom to sneak into my dorm please and thanks 


At first you didn’t think much of the small tapping sound on your window, you barely noticed it and when you did, you just thought it was a squirrel or a bird. Going back to your book the small tapping sound started to crescendo making your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you put your book down, getting up from the bed. 

Pulling apart the curtains and opening the window, you stuck your head out slightly, “Tom?” You whisper yelled as his knelt figure shot up at the sound of your voice, “what took so long, darlin’? I was runnin’ out of pebbles,” he smirked as you rolled your eyes. 

“It’s eleven o’clock, you know that my dad’ll kill you if he finds you here,” you said, eyes darting around your property to make sure no one had noticed the two of you chatting, “c’mon sweetheart, I’ll be quiet,” he pouted as you chewed on your bottom lip.

“Plus,” he began, “I miss my favourite girl,” he said quietly making your heart flutter. He always knew his way around his words, charming you each and every time, “okay,” you mumbled, “but you better be quiet,” you warned as he dropped the pebbles from his hands onto the grass and made his way over to the side of your house. 

He scaled your house with such skill it shocked you at how good he was at this, knowing exactly where to place his hands and feet, and boy was he quiet. Finally, he made it to your ledge ducking though the window and finally landing on the ground with a thud that made you glare at him as he just looked at your meekly. 

He stood up, taking a step towards you before wrapping his arms around your waist, “missed you,” he hummed, his nose brushing yours as your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the small hairs at the nape of his neck, “missed you too,” you smiled before pulling him down for a sweet kiss. 

Tom’s hands found their way to your hips, pulling you flush against him as he deepened the kiss, pushing you against the wall, knocking one of your figurines onto the carpeted floor. 

You both froze at the sound, pulling away as you looked to your door over his shoulder, “honey,” you heard your mom’s voice, accompanied by her footsteps up the stairs, your eyes blowing wide. 

“Closet,” you whispered harshly before pushing Tom into the small closet, “don’t make a sound,” you warned, pointing a finger at him as he smirked, but complied. You quickly closed the door just in time for your mom to be knocking on your door. 

“Honey, is everything alright?” She asked, concern laced in her voice as you smoothed your hair and dress down before opening the door a little, “yeah I’m fine, I just tripped,” you lied, “ended up knocking this down,” you said, pointing to the little figurine on the floor. 

“Be careful, okay,” your mom said as you nodded, “goodnight,” you told her before closing and locking your door, leanings back against it. You waited thirty seconds before padding over to the closet and letting Tom out, “you’ve gotten better at lyin’, darlin’,” he smirked as you looked up at him, “I learned from the best, didn’t I,” you whispered, leaning into him. 

His eyes darkened as he walked you to your bed, your knees buckling against it as you fell onto your back before Tom hovered over you, his lips just inches away from yours. His hands skimmed your sides, lifting your dress ever so slightly, “I’m not gonna lie, doll,” he said against the skin of your neck. 

“But I’m liking this side of you,” he said as you hummed in response, his lips pressing wet, open mouthed kisses onto your jaw as your fingers threaded through his hair, “think you can be quiet for me, sweetheart,” he cooed, his hand massaging the inside of your thigh making you whimper when his thumb brushed your clothed core. 

You nodded your head letting out a breathy yes as he hiked your dress up further until it revealed your pretty pink panties, “these are so pretty, baby,” he cooed, pressing kisses to your thighs, intentionally avoiding where you needed him most, despite your tugs to his hair. 

His fingers skimmed the tops of them, his nose nudging your mound slightly as you let out a small whimper, “shh, darlin’,” he whispered, his face meeting yours again, “don’t wanna get caught, do we?” He taunted before pressing his lips against yours before trailing kisses down your neck, his fingers tracing light circles on your clit. 

Tom,” you whispered, voice breaking with need, “shh, let me take care of you,” he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss under it as his fingers hooked under your panties, slowly tugging them down your legs, tossing them on the other side of the bed. 

His fingers slid through your folds, collecting your wetness as your hips bucked at his actions. You covered your face with your hands, feeling embarrassed at how he had such an effect on you, “darlin’,” Tom whispered, “do that again, with your hips,” he said as you removed your arms from your face, looking at him. 

His fingers slid through your folds, hitting your clit as you bucked your hips again, letting a small moan escape. Your hips started moving with his fingers, guiding him where you wanted him as his lips latched onto your again, swallowing your moans. 

You felt the small coil in your stomach start to form, igniting a fire every time his fingers brushed your clit, his finger teased your entrance lightly, “Tom, fuck,” you groaned as he stopped all his movements, clasping a hand over your mouth giving you a look before you nodded. 

He slowly inserted one finger, stilling to tease you as your eyes closed, holding onto his arm, squeezing it as he inserted another finger. He started a slow rhythm, curling his fingers as you tried to contain your moans. 

He sped up his fingers, feeling your walls clench around his fingers as you tried to keep your moans as quiet as you possibly could behind Tom’s hand, “Tom,” you let out a muffled moan as your toes began to curl.

He quickly removed his hand, pressing his lips against yours as the coil in your stomach erupted, warmth spreading through your body as you arched your back into his body as he rode out your orgasm. 

You opened your eyes after what felt like forever, dopey ones meeting his lust filled ones, “whoa,” you panted, giggling as he peppered light kisses on your face, pulling your underwear back on and smoothing out your dress. 

“You’re amazing, you know that right, darlin’?” He mumbled almost rhetorically, brushing some of your hair behind your ear, resting his hand on your jaw, thumb tracing your cheekbone. 

You stayed like that for a little while before Tom cleared his throat slightly, “I should get goin’,” he said quietly before scooting off the bed making you frown and furrow your brows, “no,” you said, reaching out to grab his forearm. 

He smiled at you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “tomorrow, two o’clock, be ready,” he whispered in your ear before he opened the window and slipped out, but not without a cheeky smile and a wink. 

Safety in Numbers - Mitch Rapp

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 6,746

Warnings: 18+, NSFW,  Dirty Talking, Oral (Female receiving), Cowgirl, mentions of being hurt, Protective Mitch

Notes: THIS IS A BELATED BIRTHDAY FIC FOR MY BABE @stilinski-stydia-obrien. She wanted some protective, fluffy smut Mitch. So here you go Shannon. I love you to pieces and I hope you enjoy this. It’s literally the soft, mushy side of Mitch you don’t see that often. 

“No.”

“What the hell do you mean no?”

“I mean no. Do you want to hear it in Arabic? لا (la). How about German? Nein. Oh, how about the newest language we learned together? Portugese! Não. Do you get it now? No means no.”

“Why the hell not, Mitch?”

“Because I said so.”

In case you are wondering, this would be Mitch Rapp. Also known as your partner in crime. Also known as a complete dick bag at the moment.

“I hate you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

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Yet More Top Moments in American History (pt. 3)

- Alexander Hamilton pranking everyone by pretending he could commune with ghosts until it got out of hand and he had to clear it up

- John Marshall forgetting his pants

- Aaron Burr trying to sleep on a boat, only to roll off the bed every time it turned

- Thomas Jefferson answering the door to the White House in pajamas

- Dolley Madison’s favorite ice cream flavor being oyster

- John Quincy Adams locking himself out of the White House

- Alexander Hamilton forgetting the password to get back into camp after an evening courting Eliza

- The Sedition Act

- William Maclay saying that John Adams reminded him of “a monkey put in breeches”

- Aaron Burr spending 14 shillings and 6 pence on a coconut “i.e like an ass”

- Washington crossing enemy lines to return a lost dog to general Howe

- Baron Von Stueben’s pantsless flaming shot parties

- In colonial bars you could go in and buy a hose of beer for the night for what is basically a nickel

- Alexander Hamilton misspelling Pennsylvania on the US CONSTITUTION WHICH REMAINS TO THIS DAY

- Jefferson getting to France and immediately spending 200 francs on 50 bottles of Bordeaux (200 francs was the average three month earnings of the lower class)

- Jefferson giving his inaugural addresses and no one being able to hear him

- Abigail Adams having a Newfoundland puppy named Juno

Can't Stop, Won't Stop

Pairing: Derek x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes by @itsall-inmy-head

Warnings: Sex, fingering, Daddy kink, spanking, NSFW 18+

A/N: Enjoy lovies❤️ I also apologize to @itsall-inmy-head because I got an incy wincy bit carried around.

masterlist / coming soon

Originally posted by songsoftheheartless


The growing heat along your body was growing with every passing second, your skin was dancing with goosebumps as you heard the voice of your Alpha through the locked door. Derek was in the middle of a pack meeting, and since you were in heat, he had to keep you in his bedroom for safe keeping.

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“Once More” Dean x Reader

Words: 2,058 (I may have gotten a little carried away)

Dean x Reader

Summary: Reader is Castiel’s daughter and is sneaking around with Dean.

Warnings:SMUT!!, daddy kink

Originally posted by winsmut


Being Jimmy’s oldest daughter wasn’t easy. I had to accept at a young age that I would never see my father again, but in his place was this… Being. Castiel. At first he scared me, and I refused to be around him. “You’re not my dad…” I remember telling him the first time I met him. But as I continued to get older, I started to value him more, and I consider him to be my father now.

Today, I’m in college, still living with Jody. Even though Alex and Claire might not appreciate her, I do. After my little sister and I were left with no one, she was nice enough to let the two of us stay with her. Even now, when she’s technically not responsible for me anymore since I’m almost twenty-two, she lets me stay here instead of forcing me to live in a dorm. I will be eternally grateful, and Claire’s actions just pissed me off sometimes.

“Y/N, dinner time! And while you’re up there, tell Claire to get out of her room and join us!” Jody yelled from the kitchen downstairs. I picked my head up from my lore book, marking my place and setting it down gently on my bed. The one, and probably only, thing that my sister and I did have in common was our eagerness to hunt. Even then, that’s a long shot. She’s irresponsible, and half the time she’s wrong. I’m surprised she’s not in jail yet, even with Jody being the sheriff.

I close my door on my way out of my room, and pop my head into Claire’s room.

“Time to eat.” I tell her, watching her writing in a notebook.

“I’m busy.”

“And I don’t care. Come downstairs.” I roll my eyes. She huffs and rolls her eyes, but ultimately gets up and following me to the kitchen. God, her food smells so good.

“Where’s Alex?” I ask.

“Out with friends, I guess. She was vague on details.” Jodi tells me, setting my plate on lasagna on the table.

“She’s probably out having sex with that new boyfriend of hers.” Claire snickered.

“Her boyfriend’s an asshole, I don’t know why she’s with him.” I respond.

“Oh, you’re one to talk. You’re the one who screws-“ She started, but cut herself off when she realized she was going too far. A look of panic crosses my face, and Jody looks at me quizzically. Thankfully, she doesn’t push it any further.

“Hey, Y/N, I was going to tell you earlier but I forgot. Dean called me earlier, said they need extra help on a hunting trip.  Asked if you wanted to go along.”

“What? Of course I want to!” I practically yelled.

“I figured. They’ll be here tomorrow morning. After dinner, go pack.”  

“That’s so not fair!” Claire whined. “They never invite me to go hunting with them.”

“I’m older than you, and quite frankly, a better hunter. So, quit.” I say, trying to stop the conversation before it happened. She has no filter.

I finish my dinner quickly, and excuse myself to my room to pack, only thinking about Dean. There had always been chemistry between the two of us, but he didn’t ever act on it until about a year ago. There was a case in the next town over, so Sam and Dean stayed at our house. One night, we were drinking a little, one thing led to another and we slept together.

We both felt extremely guilty about it. Not only was I only 20 years old, meaning he’s almost double my age, but because I’m his best friend’s daughter. Castiel cared about me and treated me like a daughter to the best of his ability, and if he found out that Dean had just screwed his daughter silly… I didn’t even want to think about it.

For a while, we avoided each other. When we did see each other after that, we never talked about that night. It was strictly business, or him asking how I have been. But I could see the way he looked at me. I could feel his staring at me when he doesn’t think I notice. I see the way he always seems to want to tell me something, but never does.

Claire noticed, too. “What’s going on between you and Dean? He’s looks at you like a man looks at his fiancé on their wedding day.” She finally asked one day, as we were sitting in her room together watching TV.

I made the mistake of hesitating to answer. She threatened to tell Jody, or worse, Castiel, if I didn’t tell her what happened. She promised not to tell anybody, but oh man, did she hold that over my head anytime she wanted something.

The second time we did it, it was in his impala. Castiel had called me, asking if I could accompany him in a hunt. I obliged, thinking it would only be us two. I showed up and got the surprise of my life when I saw the boys there, too. I don’t remember exactly how we ended up together in the car, but there had been so much sexual tension between us, going unspoken. We just started ripping each other’s clothes off, and had some really great sex in the backseat.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Ever since then, Dean and I had been finding every excuse to be together. The hard part was keeping it a secret and making sure no one was suspicious.

I finish packing, excited to see him tomorrow. I shouldn’t be this excited. He doesn’t want a relationship, I know that. I know it’s strictly sex. But a part of me wants more. I want to be able to call Dean my boyfriend, to able to not sneak around with him. I want to be able to tell him how much I love him, to feel happy with him. To have that “apple pie life.” But I know he couldn’t give me that even if he wanted to. His life was too fucked up for that. He was too fucked up for that.

I sigh, climbing into bed, and try to shut out my feelings.

-

“Rise and shine, Y/N.” I hear a man’s voicing saying from the doorway, a voice I immediately recognize. I groan, pulling the covers over my face.

“God, Dean, what time is it?” I croak out.

“Early. We gotta get out of here now if we want to be there by tonight.” He says, pulling the covers off my bed. I glare at him, looking at the clock on my nightstand.

“It’s four a.m. I want sleep.”

“Sleep in the car. You already know its comfortable back there.” He smirks, making me throw a pillow at him.

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

I hurriedly get myself somewhat presentable, brushing my hair and teeth, and changing into regular clothes before grabbing my backpack and walking out the door. I walk past Claire’s room on the way, stopping and hugging her before I leave. I do this every time I leave for a hunt. I never know what could happen, and regardless of how annoyed she gets me, I love her.

I get to the impala, and notice that Sam isn’t there. I look at Dean, confused, but get into the passenger side of the car.

“Where’s Sam?”

“He’s meeting us there.” Dean replies, pulling out of the driveway and taking off. I felt my phone buzz, and see a text from Claire.

‘Should I start sucking Sam’s dick so I can get invited on hunts, too?’

I ignore the text, shutting it off and putting it in my bag. I don’t get to see Dean often- I’m not letting her ruin it.

The road trip was quiet and uneventful. I slept almost the entire time, and when I wasn’t sleeping, I was reading, which made Dean laugh.

“Maybe you should be with Sammy instead, you nerd.” He would joke. Every few minutes, he would look over at me and smile, not thinking that I could see him.

Before I knew it, it was already almost ten at night and we still had another three hours left of driving. I thought that Dean would just keep driving it, seeing that it was only three hours and he did this for a living, but after a few minutes he pulls into some sketchy looking motel.

“Motel, huh?” I tease.

“Shut up,” He laughs. He goes inside to get a room key while I start getting stuff out of the impala. I giggle slightly when I see that he still has my socks sitting in the floor board of his car. When we had sex in his car that one time, I accidentally left my socks after I left. He tried to return them to me, but I told him to keep them as a good luck charm, completely joking. But he never got rid of them.

It’s something stupid to be all giggly about.

“Room six.” Dean comes up to me, helping grab stuff. I lay down on the bed, enjoying the feeling of comfort after a long day of being cooped up in a car.

“You comfortable?” He looks at me, smiling.

“I am, but I need a shower. I’m just trying to gather the energy to get up and walk there.” I groan, not wanting to have to get up. Dean chuckled, and walked over to the bed, picking me up like I was a feather.

“You’re light.” He comments.

“You’re just strong.” I tell him, and he sets me down in front of the bathroom. “You know, I might need help taking my clothes off, too.”

“I’m happy to help.” His eyes sparkle, his face filling with lust. He leans in, slowly kissing me at first. I pick up the pace, opening the door to the bathroom and taking us both in there. Dean slams the door shut, and hurriedly takes my shirt off, not breaking the kiss. His hands roam all over my back, until finally unhooking my bra and taking my breasts into his mouth. I moan at the sensation, leaning against the wall in delight. He stops to take off his clothes, and I begin taking off my jeans and thong.

“Y/N, you’re beautiful. I don’t know how I got you.” Dean says, turning on the shower.

“I could say the same to you, daddy.”

His eyes got darker. He pulls me hungrily into him, kissing me hard and pumping two fingers in and out of my clit, making me moan. We step into the shower, both of us almost gasping at how good the warm water felt.

“What do you want, babygirl?”

“I want you to fuck me, daddy. Fuck me hard.” I beg. He enters me slowly from behind before going at it hard and fast.

“Fuck, Y/N” Dean hisses, hearing me moan like that was driving him over the edge. I knew he had a slight daddy kink, but not like this.

“Oh, yes, daddy, I’m close.” I barely get out, panting. He speeds up, his breath ragged at well.

“Y/N?” I hear a voice outside of shower. I jumped away from Dean.

“Hello?” The same voice says again.

Oh. My. God.

My face drops as I recognize the voice. I poke my head out of the shower just to make sure.

“Uh, hi, Castiel.” I say guilty, hiding my body behind the curtain. Dean stays silent.

“I heard you calling out for your dad. Are you ok?”

“I’m, uh, I’m fine. Sorry. You can leave now.” I choke out. I don’t think he knows Dean is in here.

“Are you sure? I can stay-“

“Castiel, I am in the shower. Please leave.” I rush him. He looks at me oddly, but eventually poofs out of the room.

“Shit, that was close.” I let out a breath.

“I can’t believe he actually did that, oh my GOD. That’s hilarious.” Dean is cracking up.

“You wouldn’t be laughing so hard if he had actually caught us.” I shot at him.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. But he didn’t, that’s all that matters.” He pulls me towards him, kissing me. 

“So, should we continue? This is our only night alone together, you know.” Dean makes a good point. 

“Definitely.” 

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

Words Speak Louder Than Actions

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: sexting, dirty talk, mention of the word “nut”, mentions of ass eating, no actual penetration, metal arm kink, flirting with a woman, masturbation

Word Count: 2234

bang this might be bad idk (p.s the gif has nothing to do w it lmao it probably would’ve gone better w shoot from the hip)

Originally posted by khalblogo

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Roman x Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: sex, smut, oral


“She’s late.” Roman grunted as he glanced around.

Peter shrugged and shuffled  little as he balanced on Roman’s car. “She’s probably hoping we’ll leave after the conversation I had with her last night.” Peter muttered, not really thinking much about what he said until he glnaced at Roman and saw him frowning his way.

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mentor || b.b

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is your mentor that you have developed a crush on, one night feelings are revealed and you say the wrong thing, immediately regretting everything.

Warnings: bit of angst, then there’s a lot of fluff, talks of violence

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: thank you to the person who requested this I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you don’t hate me for putting my own twist on this!!

Originally posted by bovaria


3 Months Ago

“And this is Bucky,” Steve spoke as he lead you into a large training centre, “he’ll be your mentor,” your eyes shot up from the ground and landed on the man standing a few steps in front of you, gobsmacked. 

“Nice to meet you,” Bucky said extending an arm towards you in a handshake, “you too,” you managed to get out as you took his hand noticing how much larger it was than yours. 

You had been recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D and now were getting trained by the Avengers - and you were secretly hoping to get good enough to one day become one of them. 

Your father had been training you as an assassin from the young age of eight, since it was the family business. You never really knew too much about the business itself, but the day he died when you were seventeen you vowed to keep the business alive - whatever it was. You kept it up until the day you were recruited and your skills were put to better use. 

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