rough-faced

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Summary: After Dean finds out you lack some experience in a certain department, he makes it his goal to rectify that. As friends, the two of you decide there are some kinks out there definitely worth trying. 

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut and everything that goes with that, language


Main Parts:

PART ONE - Oral Fixation

PART TWO- Breath Play

PART THREE- Edging

PART FOUR - Impala Sex

PART FIVE -Rough Sex/Face Fucking

PART SIX- Cuddling/Comfort Sex

PART SEVEN- Handcuffs

PART EIGHT- Overstimulation

PART NINE- Face Riding 

PART TEN- Mutual Masturbation 

PART ELEVEN - Sexting

PART TWELVE - Wax Play

PART THIRTEEN - Touch Starvation 

PART FOURTEEN- Role Play 

PART FIFTEEN- Separation - COMING SOONISH

Drabbles:

Small Touches

Little Things

Sinners

Breakfast in Bed

Impatience 

Headcanons:

Behind

Dean’s Clothes

anonymous asked:

so gang!phil interrogating rival!dan but phils usual techniques (slapping, hitting, etc.) are just turning dan on, so instead phil just edges him til he gives in 💙

Phil cracked his knuckles, sighing as he pushed open the door to the interrogation room. He was instantly hit with a rank stench, and he flinched, crinkling his eyes in disgust.

Dan Howell sat in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, a gag over his mouth. He didn’t seem to notice Phil entering.

He had a black eye, and a cut on one cheek, so it was clear the boys had had some fun with him when they had caught him. He was still pretty cute though. And despite all this, Dan’s eyes were dry.

“Dan,” he said loudly, and the boy looked up, glaring at him fiercely.

Phil stepped forward, yanking the gag down, and Dan immediately took this opportunity to spit at him.

Phil calmly wiped it away, and Dan laughed. Phil shook his head, fiddling with the straps of the gloves they used to make punches hurt the offender less and the victim more. It was an old intimidation technique, but Dan didn’t flinch.

“You’re a goddamn idiot, Howell.” His voice was low, and he leaned down so he was at Dan’s level, their faces inches away.

“Maybe,” Dan said slowly, staring him down. “Or maybe you just don’t know why I did what I did.”

Phil stepped back, putting his foot on Dan’s chair, his clunky black boot resting between Dan’s legs.

“Unfortunately for you, that’s why I’m here.”

Dan’s subtle smirk grew, and Phil couldn’t help but growl under his breath. He was infuriating.

“Why would that be unfortunate?” Dan’s voice was light; teasing. “You know I adore our little chats.”

Phil was reminded why Dan was used for things like this - he was the best spy imaginable, and when he got caught, he wasn’t easy to crack.

Phil didn’t hesitate to swing at him, slapping him in the face, hard. Dan’s head was thrown to the side, but he came back smiling. He yawned, a strand of messy brown hair falling between his eyes.

“Thanks,” he said, his eyes flashing. “I needed that. I was falling asleep.”

Phil grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him forward roughly and practically strangling him.

“Look Howell,” he hissed, and Dan’s eyes widened slightly. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. And either way, you’re gonna fucking tell me why you were spying on my base, and what you know.”

Dan searched his icy blue eyes, determined not to let his confidence waver.

“I think it’s gonna have to be the hard way,” he said slowly, his eyes narrowing. “Because I’m not telling you shit.”

Phil huffed through his nose, and grabbed a handful of Dan’s hair. He tugged back roughly, and Dan let out a soft whimper, of surprise or pain, Phil couldn’t tell.

Dan’s eyes rolled back in his head, and his exposed throat somehow made Phil want to bite him. Instead he fastened a hand around it, making Dan cry out.

“I could snap your fucking neck,” Phil growled at him. “I could slit your throat. Tell me everything, and it’s all over.”

Dan gagged softly, squirming in his tight grip. “No. Hit me again, fucker.”

Phil obliged, letting go of him just to backhand him. And it looked like it hurt like hell; the impact split Dan’s lip. But Dan fucking moaned.

His eyes glinted with red hot fire, a wild grin melting to his features. “Again,” he breathed, and Phil stared at him.

Dan was a mess; he was visibly shaking, he had a black eye and a lip that was bleeding down his chin. But he was asking for more…? What did it take to break this kid?

Phil glared at the boy, punching him twice in the stomach, and shoving him backwards. The chair toppled backwards, and Dan landed on his arms, his head hitting the ground as well.

He cried out in pain, but there was something else in his tone, a sort of whine, and oh my god, this was turning him on, wasn’t it?

Phil swallowed, moving to stand over Dan, hovering above him. Dan grinned at him cockily, until Phil grabbed his face with a firm grip, and he squeaked.

“You think this is hot, don’t you?” He asked quietly, getting as close to Dan as possible without being tempted to kiss his broken lips. Dan laughed.

“And you don’t?” He smirked. “Having me like this, completely helpless? Ruining my pretty face, fuck, like the worthless piece of shit I am.”

It all clicked in Phil’s mind- why no one could seem to make Dan break. It was impossible to get information from him, simply because he liked the abuse. It made Phil even more pissed.

Phil stood back up, grabbing Dan by the hair and pulling him and the chair back up. Dan whimpered; fire shooting through his head.

“We’re gonna try something a little different,” Phil said calmly, his voice coming out sickly-sweet. Dan shivered.

“Do whatever you want,” he spit, trying to keep his voice from shaking. “I’m not saying anything.”

“Oh really? That’s too bad.” Without warning he leaned forward, his hands placed on either side of Dan’s hips, his breath brushing over the side of Dan’s neck. He ran his hand over Dan’s waistband, and then down to his (obvious at this point) bulge. “Guess you won’t be coming anytime soon, then.”

“Wha-” Dans breath caught and the words got stuck in his throat as Phil ran his fingertips over his hard on, certainly not making it better. “What d-do you mean?” He choked out.

Phil ignored him, pushing his hand into Dan’s pants, under his boxers, and ran his thumb over Dan’s tip.

Dan whined rather loudly, squirming on the chair, but the ropes made it so it was nearly impossible for him to move.

“Phil,” he breathed, trying to shift his hips away. “What are you d-doing…?”

Phil grinned maliciously. Finally, he had found something that would actually affect Dan. And he was going to have some fun with it.

“Mmh, just giving my whore what he wants,” he breathed in Dan’s ear, and Dan couldn’t help but moan.

Phil moved his hand, wrapping his fingers around Dan’s length. He watched Dan bite down on his bottom lip as Phil moved his hand, slowly teasing him, his thumb brushing over Dan’s slit occasionally.

Soon enough Dan was a whimpering mess, and he seemed to have given up any integrity he may have had left. His head fell back on the chair, his eyes closed, and he was attempting to rut against Phil’s hand while letting out an endless stream of high pitched moans. Phil had to be honest, it was sexy as hell.

Phil could tell Dan was getting close by the increase in pitch of his noises, and the way his hips stuttered. His cock was leaking precum, which made it easier for Phil to slide his hand up and down Dan’s shaft.

“Now,” he said softly, sweetly, even, slowing down his movements to a near halt. “Are you gonna tell me what you were doing outside the base, slut?”

Dan whined, his eyes opening, and he licked his lips.

“Please-”

“Answer the question.”

Phil stopped his movements all together, holding his hand at the base of Dan’s dick so he couldn’t cum even if he was able to.

Dan searched his face, chewing on the inside of his cheek before muttering, “no.”

At that Phil just smiled meanly, biting down on Dan’s throat and sucking hard, leaving a dark bruise in its place.

“That’s okay.” He laughed, and Dan looked almost scared. “We’ve got time.”

That began the next unbearable moments for Dan, with Phil scratching bright red marks down his thighs and occasionally leaving hickeys all over his neck and jaw.

And here’s the thing; Dan did not want to beg. He hated begging. Begging was admitting your defeat, and that was something Dan simply couldn’t do. But right then, Dan was probably closer to breaking down than he had been in his entire life.

He wanted to cum, he had been so close, and when Phil had stopped-

It was worse than any physical pain he could inflict.

When Phil started moving his hand again, Dan almost cried. He started slow again, gradually speeding up, stopping occasionally to flick his wrist around Dan’s head.

“Mmph, fuck,” Dan whined, his head falling back, beginning to lose his mind again. “Ph-Phil, please make me cum, please.”

“You wanna cum?” Phil growled softly, speeding up even more, and Dan practically screamed.

“Yes-! F-Fuck, n-need to…!”

Phil smirked, watching Dan’s face and admiring how he fell apart just from some pain and a hand around his cock. He was gorgeous, his face all roughed up and his hair falling in his eyes, sticking from sweat. Phil wanted to fuck his brains out, but then wasn’t really the time.

“Too bad,” he said finally, stopping again right when Dan was the closest possible.

Dan let out an incredulous noise, groaning, his hips bucking into nothing, desperate for friction.

“Fuck you,” he said breathlessly, his voice breaking. “Fuck you, Phil Lester. Let me cum.”

“Tell me what I need to know, sweetheart.” He dipped two fingers under Dan’s chin, bringing his face up. “Or, trust me, I could do this all day.”

Dan shook his head.

Twenty minutes later, and Dan was visibly shaking again. Tears streamed down his face, and he didn’t even remember when they had started. His hips constantly twitched, and he had to gasp for breath.

“Please.” His voice was soft and broken and desperate and sleepy; goddamn beautiful. “Please, Phil, I need it, I-”

“Aw.” Phil stuck out his lower lip, mocking him. “Poor baby. Poor desperate little whore, do you need to cum, my love?”

Dan shuddered, nodding frantically, not even above falling for Phil’s teasing.

Phil slapped him, the noice echoing through the room, and Dan moaned.

“Then tell me what I fucking need to know, Dan. It’s that simple,” he hissed through his teeth.

Dan whimpered, sleepily shaking his head. But then Phil’s mouth was on his dick, his jeans shoved down, and god, he had been close for an hour now. He just needed it so bad.

His eyes rolled back in his head, and he squeezed them shut.

Phil had been edging him for so goddamn long, he was going crazy. He was so weak, and every second that Phil touched him, he got closer. The very edge, and Phil’s hot, wet mouth was closed around him, humming, and fuck he was going to cum. It was right there, and then…

Phil pulled off with a pop, glaring at him. Dan could scream. And then he lost it.

“Phil, f-fuck, your mouth is so good, please-” he choked on the words, the emotion and need getting caught in his throat, and there were tears on his cheeks again. “Please, need to cum, please let me, p-please-” he hiccuped, shaking his head desperately. “Please, no more. N-No more, I’ll tell you!”

Phil smiled, drawing his thumb down Dan’s cheek.

“Mmh, good boy,” he hummed, and Dan soaked up the praise, nuzzling against Phil’s hand like a kitten. He didn’t care anymore. “That’s all I wanted. Tell me everything, and then you can cum.”

Dan nodded frantically, sniffing, the words spilling from his mouth like a waterfall. How he had been sent to scope out the new recruits, how his gang had been planning to kidnap one of the new kids, hold him hostage. Even how they had anticipated that Dan would get caught, and how he would try and get information on the inside as well.

At the end Dan broke down, a sob catching in his throat, still so fucking hard, his dick still leaking and straining to reach his stomach.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Phil said sweetly, fastening his hand around Dan’s cock for the thousandth time.

Dan sucked in a sharp breath, his head lolling backwards, whimpering softly.

Phil got him off in a matter of moments, and Dan moaned loudly and high pitched as he spilled over Phil’s hand and his stomach.

Phil untied him, seeing as he was practically passed out, and Dan slumped to the ground.

He stood over him, looking over the exhausted, broken boy laying on the ground beneath him, breathing heavily. What a gorgeous mess.

He leaned over, kneeling next to him and lifting his head up by his hair. Dan didn’t even react, except for glancing at him sleepily.

“Needless to say, you can’t go back to your gang,” Phil said calmly.

“You gonna kill me?” Dan asked, more like a statement, as if he didn’t even care what the answer was.

“No…” Phil hummed, letting Dan lay back down and running his fingers through his tangled hair. “I was thinking you’d stay here. With me.”

Dan made a noise of acknowledgment, licking his ripped up lips.

“If it means we can do that again, then I’m down.”

in which jack does not, in fact, go into the NHL

AN: the sequel to this piece. 
TW: Suicidal thoughts, career changes, hard conversations.


When the confetti rained down in the other team’s colors, Jack felt a cold wave of numbness wash over him.

I don’t want to be alive anymore, he thought, chest tightening with shame and fear. I want to die.

A pause. A breath.

Oh.

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anonymous asked:

I am internally convinced that Sarah Rogers was the sort of low key bad ass mom who's disappointed voice could me even Hydra agents reconsider their lives and their choices (but not little shit Steve Rogers) confirm/deny? Mostly I just want neat stories about Sarah Rogers. Please?

i have no idea what the hell youre talking about; there was nothing low key about sarah roger’s badassness. 

steve got his bullheadedness and moral compass from his mom, and even with the super serum he can’t match her Disapproval Face. you think that the Captain America Is Disappointed In You Face is rough? try sarah rogers’ You Really Should Know Better But I Love You Anyways Face. i can personally testify that it was worse than nazi torture. 


im convinced that if sarah rogers had still been around by the time wwii started, and if we’d managed to get her behind german lines, she probably could have convinced hitler to be less of an asshole and just go to art school instead. she was just that good.


at one point, when stevie was sick, mrs sarah was coming home from the hospital with his (very expensive) medicine, and she got cornered in an alley by three muggers. it was the Depression, people were desperate. anyway, mrs sarah gave them her best mom face and told them that she had more faith in them than this, that they could be better if they just tried, that bad times don’t mean you have to be a bad person. they gave her the medicine back. one of them cried.

she even managed to make stevie reconsider his choices, believe it or not. it’s just that steve’s first, second, and third considerations of way too many subjects all result in the same conclusion: ‘i should punch someone.’


its no wonder that sarah rogers had such a good Disappointment Face. she got so much practice.

Of Sunsets and Tattoos

Originally posted by garisanee

Character(s): Reader X Changkyun

Genre: smut, pwp

Warning(s): praise!kink, pierced!chankgyun (is that a warning?), tatted!changkyun, breathplay, semipubluc sex

Length: 7k

Summary: In which you go to get a piercing and find that it isn’t so scary when you’re piercer is a cute boy with lots of tattoos


Friends are useless. 

You understand the truth behind these words when Minhyuk and Kihyun corner you after work an unsuspecting Tuesday afternoon, smiles much too wide to mean anything good.

“So,” Kihyun begins, inspecting his fingernails with a smirk, “Remember last Thursday when you said I’d be too much of a wimp to ever get a piercing?”

You roll your eyes, pushing him back a little bit with a shove. “That’s because you are a wim–”

“False!” Minhyuk interrupts, eyes glinting. “He is no longer Yoo Kihyun, wimp extraordinaire–”

“I resent that!” Kihyun interrupts, voice indignant.

“–but rather, Yoo Kihyun, hardcore, punk rocker with an ear piercing.”

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Watch Me Babygirl [10]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.4] [pt.5] [pt.6] [pt.7] [pt.8] [previous part] [next part]  [pt.12] [pt.13] [pt.14]


“Woah are you okay? You look tired as hell.”

You sighed, leaning your head against the cool surface of your locker door. You simply sighed, not in the mood to explain to Hoseok why you looked so exhausted.

You jumped at the sudden pressure on your shoulder and turned to look at Hoseok. He looked concerned and you didn’t blame him. In all honesty, it looked as if somebody had punched you in face. The bags underneath your eyes were gigantic and dark and you entire face was overall unnaturally gaunt.

“Hey if you don’t feel like dancing today you don’t have to. As long as you still feel up to watching…” he said, his tone soft and sympathetic.

“Hey maybe dancing will actually wake me up,” you replied, shrugging before taking a drink from your water bottle.

He nodded, placing a hand on either side of your head and squishing your cheeks in.

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Everything’s Better with a Beard

Steve x Reader
Smut
WC: 1889
Warnings: Swear words, masturbation, oral sex
Summary: Reader has a crush on Cap and wonders what he would look (and feel!) like with a beard…
AN: I feel like I haven’t been giving Steve enough love lately plus with all the commotion about Cap with a beard, I had to give this a go. Though I will admit, everything is better with a beard…Also, I’m kinda wordy…sorry


It was one of those nights where just the girls were hanging out. It was a rare opportunity and a nice feeling, You were all at various levels of intoxication sitting together around the living room area and conversation flowed as easily as the wine.

“You know, we probably should have made more snacks,” mused Pepper, always looking out for everyone.

Maria and Natasha snorted, “Please,” replied Natasha, “Eating just means less room for wine!” She raised her glass in a toast, “To us!”

Everyone cheered.

“Ugh, what’s with this lumberjack look?” commented Maria, while flipping through the pages of a magazine. “Whatever happened to clean shaven, respectable looking men?”

“Now now,” Pepper scolded her, “Goatees are pretty sexy,” she smirked.

“That’s because a goatee is groomed, but a beard? Yuck,” Maria retorted.

“I don’t know,” you chimed in. “I’m of the personal philosophy that a beard makes everything better.”

Natasha nodded in agreement. “I think some men just suit beards… Though I suppose the true test is if they look good with a beard and without one.”

Maria disagreed, “But beard burn? Eww. I’m a grown-ass lady. I don’t need evidence of my necking.”

You laughed at her, “First of all, how old are you? Who says necking? Secondly, I dunno… there’s something about the roughness of it… All scratchy and manly.” You could feel yourself blushing, as if you had said too much.

Just then, the guys entered the room. You were fairly certain that they hadn’t heard any of the previous conversation. You took a long swallow of your drink, hoping it would cool you off.

The topic of conversation turned to the upcoming mission. You were one of the two remaining behind as your particular skills weren’t needed so you didn’t really pay attention to the conversation. Instead, you casually observed your friends, one in particular, until Natasha elbowed you.

“You’re staring,” she muttered to you.

You felt yourself turn red again. Apparently you weren’t as casual as you thought you were.

Leaning into you, she whispered, “I wonder what Cap would look like with a beard.”

You had often wondered the same thing.

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♡Playtime♡

Originally posted by taegias


ϟArtistsϟ

Taehyung and Yoongi (bts)

ϟGenreϟ

smut, threesome

ϟSummaryϟ

 Your two sex friends, Taehyung and Yoongi come over to play with you. Hard.

ϟContainsϟ

Yoongi!Dom, Taehyung!Dom, Y/n!Sub, oral (Yoongi receiving), orgasm denial (Y/n receiving), first time anal although with training prior (Y/n receiving), overstimulation (Y/n receiving), Y/n scratching Yoongi’s thighs does that count as pain kink ??, Daddy kink, Daddy!Yoongi, rough sex, face fucking (Yoongi to Y/n)

Enjoy~! ♡

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You knelt in front of the foot of the bed. It was new. You didn’t want to ruin it already. You had two friends with benefits. Or more so, sex friends. They’d fuck you anytime they liked. That was agreement that you made with them. Another agreement: you couldn’t cum until they allowed you to.

Right now, your Daddy had his finger deep inside you. He wouldn’t do much more than that. He loves teasing you.

“How does that feel, Princess?”

You couldn’t answer. Just moaned in hopes they understand.

“Sounds like she likes it hyung.”

“Mm..I don’t really know..If she likes it so much, she’d say something.”

Yoongi slowly pulled his finger out of you.

“Right, baby?”

“Yes! Daddy, fuck! Yes! Yes, I like it. It feels so good.”

They chuckled a bit.

“P-please, Daddy…don’t stop..”, you whined, begging for him to make you cum.

“Aw~ but my fingers are tired, baby. Maybe Taehyung-ie can help you.”

Taehyung moved over to be in front of you. He placed a small kiss on your lips before pushing his fingers into you without any warning. You whined and he smirked at this. He loved the reaction you gave him. Your eyes glanced at over at Yoongi. He was looking through a box, most likely looking for toys to make you suffer even more. He put the things he would use to the side and closed the box, putting it back where he found it.

Taehyung noticed you were too focused on Yoongi and what he was doing and got jealous. He quickly moved his fingers in and out of you. Your head turned back towards him and you screamed his name. Your juices flowing out of you every time his fingers plunged into you. He licked his lips as he watched you. Yoongi stood next to him and handed him something. He pulled his fingers out of you, watching you drip on the towel underneath you.

Turn over, Princess,” he said with a deep, raspy voice.

You did as you were told. You bent over the edge of the bed and laid your head on your folded arms. Yoongi threw a pillow near your head, knowing that you’d need it to keep from screaming too loudly.

The first thing you felt was some kind of warm, thick substance fall on your asshole. Taehyung’s slender fingers rubbed it over you while you made small whimpering sounds. You could feel something solid push against your clit. It was still at first, then Yoongi pushed a button and it began to vibrate. You moaned loudly at the sudden change. Even over your sounds, you could hear Yoongi laugh. He pushed it all into you, moving it back and forth a few times before leaving it inside you.

Taehyung grabbed your ass and spread your cheeks. He lined himself up with your hole and quickly pushed in. He only gave you a few seconds to adjust to him. It was your first time doing anal, but Yoongi had been training you before now. You were confident in your skills, but still surprised when he did this. There was still a slight pain that you’ve never felt before, yet you soon surpassed it.

He thrust into you hard. You moaned with each one. You softly begged for him to let you cum. Yoongi heard you and turned the vibrator to a higher level. He got up from the chair to sit on the bed in front of you. He watched as Taehyung fucked you. Your body rocked forward, pushing your face into the pillow. You screamed into it as he sped up. Yoongi eventually got bored and want to have his fun, too.

“Taehyung-ah.”

He looked up to his hyung and smirked. He pulled out of you for a while to give you a break. With one hand, he grabbed your arms and held them behind your back. With the other he pulled your hair, making your face lift from the pillow. Your eyes met with Yoongi’s. He was taking off his shirt and undoing his pants. He flashed a sinister smile at you. Taehyung played with the toy inside of you, causing you to whimper a bit.

Once Yoongi was completely naked, he kneeled on the bed and moved the pillow from in front of you and stopped the vibrator. He noticed the tears in your eyes and the ones that dripped over your cheeks. He lifted your face up with his hand and gave you a concerning look.

“Are you okay, Y/n? Do you need us to stop?”

You took a few breaths before answering.

“I’m okay. Don’t worry. K-keep going.”

Taehyung kissed your neck sweetly. Ensuring you that you’d be okay. Yet he stilled wanted to make sure that you could handle more of this.

“Sure, Y/n? Don’t be afraid to tell us if it hurts too badly,” he said while running his fingers through your hair.

“I’m sure, Taehyung-ie. I’ll tell you.“

They looked at each other and continued. Taehyung’s fist pulled your hair tightly, while his other held your arms, limiting too much movement. He pushed his cock back inside you. Yoongi turned the vibrator back on and to a slightly higher level. You nearly screamed when he did this. You bounced on both Taehyung and the toy.

Yoongi came closer to your face and held his cock in front of your mouth. You looked up at him through your eyelashes. Your lips connected with the head of his cock and you sucked him. He took his time pushing himself into your mouth. Slowly, yet surely, making you deepthroat him. You bobbed you head on Yoongi’s cock, sucking him harshly. Your ass bounce on Taehyung and the toy. He let go of your hair and held your arms tighter. Yoongi pulled your hair into two ponytails and began thrusting into your mouth. Saliva lathered his cock and spilled over your chin.

He leaned his head back and said praising words.

“Fuck! Ah~..Baby…you’re doing so good. So fucking good, baby.You take Daddy’s cock so well. Shit! Ah~ fuck, baby…”

He groaned while face fucking you. He was close to cumming and so were you. But they wouldn’t let you cum just yet.

Yoongi stopped thrusting into your mouth and you took it into you own hands to make him cum. Your hand wrapped around his cock and you moved quickly. You bounce up and down while pumping Yoongi. You needed him to cum so you could taste him. He groaned awaiting his close climax. You placed the tip of his cock on your tongue as he came, catching everything. You swallowed and released him from your grip. He sat up on the back of his legs and watched as Taehyung brought you closer to your climax.

His thrusts were faster and harder than before. He was trying to make you cum, even though you couldn’t until you had permission. Your body rocked with his. His hips slapped quickly against your ass. Tears ran down your face quickly. You reached out for the closest thing, which was Yoongi. Your nails went to his soft thighs and left scratches and scars. He whined at this, but let you continue. The pain didn’t bother him too much.

“P-please let me cum! Please! Taehyung-ah! Yoongi-ah! F-Fuck! Fuck! Please!”

You begged them. Yoongi only smirked. Taehyung continued to make you suffer from his thrusts. Yoongi chuckled before speaking up.

“Cum for us, baby.”

Your whole body started shaking as you released your orgasm. You came all over the dildo. When you couldn’t take it anymore, you reached down to remove it. Taehyung slowed down his thrusts just a little while you came. Your nails went even deeper into Yoongi’s skin. You heard him groan a bit louder now. You stopped and just squeezed him as you finished.

Taehyung started groaning louder as he got close. He pulled out and finished with his hand. His cum covered your lower back and dripped down over to your ass. You all were a panting mess. Their hair stuck to their foreheads. All your bodies were doused in sweat. You felt lightheaded. Then suddenly…

blackout.

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A/n: I honestly don’t know where this came from, I….just…umm…

THE FINAL PAM SENTENCE STARTERS.

  • ❝ I’m gonna turn her into a bloomin’ onion ❞ 
  • ❝ I’m worried because your PC thought that was NASTY 
  • ❝ Have you noticed something approaching DAWNING HORROR on the husband’s face? 
  • ❝ She looks like a human goldfish cracker 
  • ❝ NO, DON’T SMILE 
  • ❝ I’m gonna yartz ❞ 
  • ❝ There’s no reason to have a rough face and seven different types of forehead blemishes 
  • ❝ Fucking look AT her 
  • ❝ I want the middle of his face to just be sort of a ruined wasteland; a blighted hellscape 
  • ❝ Look at that just, like, beef steak ❞ 
  • ❝ I can’t interact with objects yet, honey, I haven’t completed the tutorial 
  • ❝ I WILL HAVE YOU BABY 
  • ❝ Baby enjoy toy; mommy buy for you 
  • ❝ ENJOY ENTERTAINMENT BABY 
  • ❝ I will take a hammer and FIX the baby 
  • ❝ Baby is broken; it’s too SMALL 
  • ❝ Superglue baby back to his BIG SIZE 
  • ❝ Baby need snack; I give baby snack of cleaner 
  • ❝ Clean baby’s tumtum; SCRUBBIESCRINKLEWINKLE 
  • ❝ YOU CANNOT SCARE ME BABY HUSBAND 
  • ❝ He’s caught in the atoms of the linoleum 
  • ❝ FUCK ME RUNNING 
  • ❝ Come to me, my Shaunster 
  • ❝ Nobody move, I’ve lost both a contact lens and a husband 
  • ❝ God forgive me 
  • ❝ He cool… He cool, he cool 
  • ❝ I DO THIS 
  • ❝ Pretty good, IT DOESN’T SEEM 
  • ❝ I tell little joke 
  • ❝ Next time, you INVITE Pam 
  • ❝ Did the dialogue just support your slash fiction? 
  • ❝ Uh, Final Pam forget keys; BRB 
  • ❝ Okay, I got them, WE COOL 
  • ❝ I bet you did not OVERSEE that coming 
  • ❝ Hey everybody, it’s me, ROACHIE, your favourite guy 
  • ❝ Drink up, Roachie 
  • ❝ I have a son; he’s a can of peas 
  • ❝ Ask him something only Roachie would know 
  • ❝ Guns are just so last year 
  • ❝ Roachie, I’ve been meaning to ask you something for a long time now and I just want you to know that you’re the most special bug in the world to me and I can’t imagine exploring the wasteland without you; will you marry me? 
  • ❝ He said YES 
  • ❝ Nothing, you leave me NOTHING? 
  • ❝ I’m gonna be in a deep depression for the next few minutes 
  • ❝ It didn’t get noodley though 
  • ❝ BABY— ATTACK 
Books & Flannels (FP Jones x Female Reader)

Originally posted by itstenafterfour

(credits to the gif owner)

Pairing: FP Jones x Female Reader (She’s legal, don’t worry)

Summary: Reader has had a crush on FP since being a teenager, but doesn’t act on it until she’s legal

Warnings: Basically just sex, nothing new on my blog

Author’s Note: Please leave some feedback, I love getting feedback! 


When she was five, Y/N would always watch her father throwing on a black leather jacket over his shoulder while her mother begged him not to go. She would hide behind her bedroom door to watch them argue for the hundredth time that month. She never understood why her mother was so angry at her dad; he was only going to work.

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Santa Baby

Originally posted by arroid-cosplay

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Santa Baby

Author: Morgan

Prompt: For the Christmas prompts: Reader running around trying to put Christmas hats on all the X Men? (Kurt, Peter, Scott, Jean, Charles, Logan and Warren if you want to haha) Anyone in X Men haha :) Merry Christmas!

Note: One of the many Christmas prompts that we never wrote… lmao whoops. And because I’m a ho, I made this Warren x reader even though it was never specified. Oops.

The power of invisibility came with many perks. One of which, you were using right now to Santa-hat ambush your teammates. First was Kurt. He was the easiest, despite the fact that he was a teleporter. At the moment, he was curled up on the couch, a mug of cocoa in-hand. He was very cozy, and as you stuck a red and white hat on his head, he didn’t so much as flinch. In fact, he smiled, very excited to embrace his first holiday season in America.

Next came Peter. This was easier said than done. Even with your invisibility, every time you got close to him, he zipped across the room to do something. But after about ten minutes of chasing him down, he too was wearing a Santa hat.

After Peter, you pulled a Santa Hat onto Scott’s head. He was too busy kissing Jean to notice. But when he pulled away, he caught sight of the fuzzy white poofball attached to the red hat’s tail.

“What the-?”

“Watch,” Jean whispered. Sure enough, more Santa hats began appearing on the heads of their friends around the room from seemingly nowhere, and seeing as Peter was preoccupied and the room wasn’t full of smoke, there was only one other person it could be. You.

And after you had Santa’d Jean, Charles, Ororo, Jubilee, Hank, and Logan, there was only one person left.

Warren.

Your cheeks began to burn at the thought of it, but you pushed yourself onwards. He was leaning against the wall, away from the others, watching with a bemused smirk. If he heard one more comment about him being the Christmas angel or something that involved him climbing on top of that tree, he was going to shove it so far up Peter’s ass-

He looked around the room. Everyone except him was wearing a Santa hat. Had they been like that a minute ago? He was sure they hadn’t. Wait a minute.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered softly. You froze in place, your arms poised just above his head. A smirk tugged at your lip, and another idea struck. You leaned in very slowly and pressed a long kiss to his cheek. He grinned and reached out for you, a large hand settling on your shoulder. His touch shocked you into visibility, and suddenly you were standing there in front of him, wearing your candy cane-striped pajamas with rosy cheeks and wide eyes. He brushed the hair out of your face, his rough fingers brushing against the soft skin of your face. You stuck the Santa hat on top of his golden curls, a mischievous twinkle in your gaze. He exhaled a long breath, just looking at you. And then he pulled you in for a sweet, holiday kiss.