Yay im adding 13rw to my list of imagine… things anyways
I hope this is good because I legit love jeff but tony is my fav… and HE DESERVED BETTER and this takes place before Hannah and Jeff…. *cries*
Most of the time, you were the one in the relationship to get extremely mad. Sometimes your boyfriend Jeff was too nice for you, too calm for everything and that made you angry sometimes. Especially when you wanted him to yell and let his true feelings out. You could see veins throbbing in his muscular body when you two fought and it made you worried that one day he would explode. You wanted Jeff to get mad at you because it worried you if he didn’t.
And one day you had enough. You two (more like just you) had been fighting over the fact that Jeff seemed to be spending more time with Clay and his other friends more than he had been with you, and all Jeff could do was sigh and tell you he was sorry.
“Y/N, baby I’m sorry. Clay’s been hanging out with Hannah and I know he likes her and I just want him to be happy. He hasn’t liked someone this much since kinder.” Jeff said as he watched you pace in the library, where Clay had just left from after helping him with his paper.
There he was, giving valid excuses. Excuses that you actually thought were cute and didn’t want to stop, but you were so angry that he just didn’t tell you off. You would have liked it better. You hated that you were the bad guy in the relationship.
“Come on, baby.” Jeff said, getting up from his seat and wrapping his arms around you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder as you stared ahead. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you to the movies tonight if you want? I’ll skip one practice just for you. The new Ouija movie came out yesterday and I know you want to see it.”
You felt the heat bubble under your skin as you thought of his kindness, and when you didn’t answer Jeff placed a kiss on your temple. “You know I would spend more time with you if I could, Y/N. Please…”
“Jeff, stop!” You said sharply, pulling away. He looked at you while his jaw tightened. You could tell he was angry that you were still angry. You knew he hated that he was being honest and you were still being a bitch, and you hated yourself for walking away too.
You ran out of the library, running at the back of Clay’s retreating backside, calling out his name. “Clay, wait up!”
Clay turned around with his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth open slightly. “Hey, Y/N… weren’t you just fighting with Jeff?”
“Jensen when you witness someone get into a fight you don’t ask questions three seconds later.” You sighed, before laughing at his expression.
“Right.” He said, nodding and then continuing to walk. You walked with him, only glancing back slightly to see that Jeff was standing at the door of the library with his arms crossed.
You turned away quickly. “You want to go to Rosie’s with me? My treat.” You asked Clay, fixing your shirt.
“Uh, well,” Clay looked back as well but you stayed looking ahead. “I have work at seven so…”
“It doesn’t take that long to eat a meal, Jensen. Come on.” You hooked your elbow with his and put on a fake smile, beginning to tease him about Hannah, who just so happened to be one of your new friends.
It had been a few days since your fight with Jeff, and since then you had been ignoring him to your greatest extent. You wanted him to confront you, to tell you you were being a bitch, which three people had told you so far. You wanted Jeff to act normal. But yet despite the severe case of bitchiness you were showing him, Jeff still went out of his way to send you goodnight, goodmorning, and just in general cute texts. He kept apologizing, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to be a human and get angry and yell, sometimes his perfect collect and physique got you. Sometimes it made you feel insecure because you weren’t like Jeff and you felt like you didn’t deserve him. Jeff deserved better.
But on this particular day, after three consecutive days that you had been ignoring Jeff, you guessed it got too much for him. It was after a baseball game, and the minute that the game had ended and Jeff had won the game for the team you shot out of your seat like the rest of the crowd, yelling loudly.
You threw your half eaten hot dog to the ground and ran off of the bleachers as the baseball team was walking to the locker rooms. Bryce Walker, a friend of Jeff’s, was walking right in front of your smiling boyfriend, both of them covered in red dirt and giving high fives away like candy.
“Bryce!” You yelled out, catching the attention of both men. This was your last try at getting Jeff mad. At giving him a chance to explode on you. At being a little less perfect.
“Y/N?” Bryce said with a little confusion and a lot of excitement. He held out his arms hesitantly and you shrugged before giving him a giant hug, laughing loudly.
“Good game, Bryce! You did good out there.” Your eyes went wide when his hands lingered too low on your waist, instantly pushing him a little with laughter. “Any plans for celebration? I’ve got weed.”
Bryce raised his eyebrows and grinned, twisting his bat in his hands. “Wow, didn’t know you smoked, Y/N! Well me and the guys are getting together for a little fun stuff. The hot tub will definitely be put to good use. Any chance you wanna share the stuff?”
You could see Jeff out of the corner of your eye, his neck and temple throbbing with veins. He was getting angry. You still ignored him.
“Hell yeah, I’ve got a new two piece I have to show off.” You winked cheekily and Bryce coughed loudly.
“Of course your boyfriend would be coming too.” He said while glancing at Jeff.
It all happened in a flash, one second you were walking next to Bryce and the next there was the clatter of a bat and you were swept off of your feet and thrown over someone’s back. It was Jeff and he was completely ditching his route to the locker rooms and was carrying you the direction of the parking lot, which was slowly clearing out.
“We still on?” Bryce called out.
You nodded while struggling in Jeff’s tight grip. Jesus, you had a good view of his ass and muscular arms. “Fuck,” You cursed. “Jeff, ease up a bit on the grip, I bruise easily.”
Jeff said nothing but obliged to your request, his breathing hard and fast. Honestly, you were scared a little bit. You knew this is what you had wanted, but you didn’t exactly know what was in store for you. Was he going to break up with you? Murder you and throw your body in a ditch. Angry Jeff was unpredictable because he hardly ever existed.
When you two arrived at his car he set you down a little roughly, throwing his baseball cap off of his head and running his fingers through his hair. “What did I do?” He asked softly despite his rough demeanor.
You thought you had heard wrong. “What?”
“WHAT DID I DO?” Jeff yelled loudly, his face going red. “WHAT DID I DO TO MAKE YOU SO COLD TOWARDS ME! I LOVE YOU, BUT Lately you’ve been acting like such a- such a- BITCH!”
Part of you was relieved that he had called you that, but not when the guilt suddenly ate his features. “NO- no, Jeff! It wasn’t you oh MY GOD! It was me, Jeff, I was a bitch, I am a bitch don’t apologize.”
“No, you’re not oh my God, I’m so-”
“JEFF! Please don’t apologize! Do something! Call me names, yell at me, look at this point I don’t care! Punch me, let out your anger, Jeff! God, I hate seeing you like this, angry but you don’t do anything.”
Jeff was confused, his chest heaving. “Baby, you know i hate being angry. It makes me feel like a bad person.”
You let out a huge breath of air as you turned around in a circle, tugging at the roots of your hair. “Jeff,God, Jeff does that mean I’m a bad person? Jeff, you’re human it’s okay to be mad and it’s okay to yell every once in a while. Do you know how it makes me feel when you can do everything with so much kindness and positivity? It makes me feel insecure because I’m not as pure as you and I’m a big bitch. God, I love you, Jeff, but please just get angry at me. It is my fault.”
Jeff stood there for a second, staring at you and processing your words. His eyes gazed over your face and you shifted uncomfortably after a second. Then, without warning he surged forward and kissed you sweetly and despite his sweaty hands and body he tasted like mint.
When he pulled back he smiled and shook his head. “You ignored me for three whole days because you were angry that I never get angry? That’s kind of ridiculous, babe. Listen, I do these things, I put up with you even when you’re irrational because I know you feel bad when you do it. I know that it doesn’t matter how long it takes you always apologize. Let me guess this way your last attempt?”
You grumbled slightly because Jeff was grinning down at you now, his hands on your shoulders as his fingers squeezed you lightly. “Yes.”
“Baby, in so many ways it makes you better than me, because I bottle those emotions up. One day I told my mom off because I was angry at Zach and I didn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t know that breaking my lucky bat was wrong because he thought I was okay with it, because I didn’t get angry. Please, Y/N, don’t feel insecure with me. We’re both a little rusty on our humanity skills baby.”
You nodded and Jeff did so too, placing his forehead across yours as he smiled before enveloping your lips in his, his teeth grazing your bottom lip teasingly. “I love you, Jeff.”
“I love you too, Y/N.”
“More than anything in the world.” You both said together before kissing once more.
“Now let me tell you how hot you look when you’re yelling, Jeff.”
Alright Smut Queen, I'm gonna need a continuation of Bugheads make out scene but Betty is turned on by Jugheads new jacket, and maybe she ends up wearing it at some point??
Ok, here it is - the long awaited continuation, I really hope it’s what you wanted. This scene actually ruined me because every time I’m like is this too far??? I just remember what we actually saw and I’m like nope! I’ve sinned, my friends, I’ve sinned. Warning: so much Bughead smut, all of the smut, a little feeling, but then more smut.
You Build Me Up, Believer
“I love you, Betty Cooper.”
Every inch of her froze, the words
echoing in her ears as a silence settled over the trailer. The world felt as if
it moved in slow motion as she turned to look at him. His beanie had been
thrown casually to the side, leaving his dark, untamed waves ruffled and free.
His shoulders were hunched in slightly as if he was braced for impact. But his
eyes… Betty had never seen eyes so earnest, so open and giving.
She took steady, paced out steps
towards him, unable to keep the grin from spreading across her features.
“Jughead Jones,” she whispered,
heart racing. “I love you.” She could see the weight lift from his body –
she had never felt so light herself, as if this was the last thing that needed
to be heard before they could give themselves to one another without
interruption, without restraint. Jughead looked almost disbelieving, eyes
shining in the dim light. He had never been more thankful for the existence of
another human being.
His hands cupped her cheeks as he
bent forwards, kissing her once, twice, letting her know just how grateful he
was to have her, to call her his own. She inhaled deeply, pressing her body
against the length of his front, fingers placed delicately against his neck. He
pulled back to look at her, this beautiful creature in his arms. She was
smiling back at him, eyes slightly hooded, lips beginning to swell. He grinned,
dipping down to grip her behind and pull her into his arms, revelling in the
squeal she let out that rang through the trailer. Her arms wrapped around his
neck, steadying herself as she looked down at him, loose, golden waves
shrouding them both as they fell over his shoulders.
but it’s like- the night throbs in my veins sometimes and i don’t know what to do with this energy? it isn’t my heart, no, not that, not anything known, but it flows like blood would and i want to leap out of the window- i want to meet the stars / i want to tell them that the night isn’t the darkest place that i’ve been but even when i’m there somehow starlight still guides me.
Request: Heeeey 😁 Would you do an imagine
where you’re Buckys girlfriend and one night you have a very sexual dream of
him. What you don’t know, Bucky is awake and watches you moaning and squirming
while you sleep. So he decides to kiss and caress you, till you wake up and
make your dream come true with him? 😉 Both povs if you Like 😊
Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader
Warnings: Pure sin. Fluff
Word Count: 1341
A/N: thank you for the request! i hope i dont disappoint. this was so fun to write. please leave feedback and requests in my ask box! dont be afraid to ask questions! I will tag a few of my favorite blogs at the bottom!
You had been on back to back missions
for the past two months, sleeping in your shared bed only twice with Bucky,
your boyfriend. You had been too tired each time to do anything remotely sexual
with the love of your life. You couldn’t even kiss him. The moment your y/h/c locks
settled on the pillow you were out for good; not walking up until late the next
day or if you were called out for a mission.
No one could take your place during the
missions. Each one being to gather intel. You were perfect for the job because
you’re an inhuman. You have the power of invisibility. You were in and out of
the bases in under an hour then shipped off to the next country. No communication
was allowed. If there was, you would have already introduced Bucky to the art
Today, you had gotten back from a
mission in Siberia. You were to gather intel about what country leaders were
working with Hydra. It was midnight by the time you dragged your cold tired
body into the Avenger’s base in Upstate New York. Forgetting all food, you
trudged up to your shared room and flopped on the bed, not caring if Bucky woke
up. Of course, he flinched awake.
“Y/N, baby, I thought you weren’t supposed
be back until tomorrow night.” he murmured.
You were already fast asleep. You didn’t
even change out of your skin-tight suit. You just passed out. Forgoing all
plans to woo your man that night.
Bucky leaned over and pressed a
lingering kiss to your forehead before turning you over so he could be the big
spoon. He wrapped his right arm around you and put his metal hand against your
neck. He knew it cooled you down. You would need it if you were going to sleep
in your suit.
“I love you baby. Sleep tight my love.” With
those words, he closed his eyes drifting off into a dreamless slumber.
Something wasn’t right. Usually when
Y/N/N comes back from a mission they sleep like the dead, but tonight she keeps
moving. She is squirming and moaning. I don’t know what to do. Is she having a
nightmare? Should I wake her?
“Mmmmm, Bucky! Right there, baby.”
I can feel my cock start to strain
against the confines of my boxers. She’s having a sex dream about me. I can
tell she’s close. Her skin is flushed that beautiful rose color and her moans
are higher. The higher they become, the more beautiful they sound. She is the
living version of Heaven.
I love watching her like this. She is
the love of my life and I decide to help her out. I slowly undo the zipper of
her cat suit. The cold metal leave goosebumps in their wake. I sneak my flesh
hand up the valley of her breasts, if she were on her back I would have buried
my face in between the full globes, but I need to keep her in a spooning
I pull my rock-hard cock out of my boxers. I rut into the crease of her
ass. The cold leather feels good on my hot cock. I’m nipping and sucking at her
ear as both of my hands now play with her hardened nipples. Suddenly she
stiffens. She moans out low and beautiful. I know now she has finished in her
dream, but I am far from done with her.
This is the first orgasm I have had in
months. It was strong and the only thing that would have made it better would
be if Bucky was the one physically giving it to me, not my imagination. I am
still half asleep and in a post-orgasm haze, but I’m lucid enough to feel a
warmth directly on my swollen clit. I turn my head to the side; I notice Bucky
is not next to me. He usually has his arms wrapped around me.
I feel a harsh tug at my clit. My eyes
are wide open now. I lift the blanket up and I’m suddenly staring into Bucky`s
gorgeous ocean blue eyes. He smirks at starts eating me like a starving man.
“BUCKY! Just like that! Ohmygod ohmygod!”
I scream out probably waking the whole entire tower. I’m too drunk on my
previous orgasm and the one Bucky is pulling from my overstimulated body.
My eyes roll back in my head as I feel
my walls start to pulse.
“I need your metal hand. Please baby
please. I need to feel more of you. Make me cum! Yes! Just like that. I’m
cumming I’m cumming!”
I feel his long slender fingers rub
rapidly at my g-spot. My walls pulse even faster until they clamp shut hard
trapping Bucky`s fingers inside me. He massages my g-spot to prolong my orgasm,
but he removes his lips from my clit. He moves his mouth to my inner thighs,
sucking and licking at the sensitive skin. He had previously removed my
catsuit. It was lying in a dirty pile on the floor with my sports bra and
He slowly removes his fingers and kisses
his way up my worn-out body.
“Welcome Home!” he giggles out like a
His cheeks are flushed and as I look
down I can notice his very prominent cock. Its rock-hard and the tip is an
angry red. He is dripping pre-cum. I push him onto the bed and kiss my way down
his chest. I start sucking as I reach his happy trail. I move to lick and bite
at his V line. His cock twitches once it feels my hot breath directly at the
tip. I slowly give him small kitten licks. He hisses at the sudden heat and wetness
of my tongue.
I take him into my mouth all the way. After
all the blowjobs I’ve given him, I’ve become a master at deepthroating his huge
cock. He moans high and loud.
“You’re so good to me baby. Taking all
my cock like a good little girl. C’mon up. I want you to ride me. I wanna make
you cum again.”
I slowly crawl seductively all the way
up his body. My dripping, oversensitive core is positioned directly at his
craving cock. I stare him in the eyes as I sink down on his full length. His mouth
opens in a perfect “O” shape. I get up on my knees and bring myself all the way
up, only leaving the tip in. I suddenly crash down onto his hips. He gasps and I
can feel his cock twitch. I set a steady and hard pace. Neither of us are going
to last long. We are so sensitive.
I feel myself starting to cum. My walls
are clenching over his cock when he suddenly flips me over and starts pounding
into me. He has me in a spread eagle. His cock reaching impossibly deep. I scream
out as I cum for the third time that night. His hips start to stutter. His cock
is throbbing fast. The prominent vein on the underside of his cock rubs my
He growls out as he spills his thick,
hot cum deep in my pussy. He falls forward, bracing himself on his muscled
forearms. I can hear his labored breathing in my ear. We both start to giggle
out. Both of ours bodies are flushed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He pulls
out and rolls of me. I stare at his great ass as he walks into the bathroom. He
brings out a washcloth to clean me up and himself.
He jumps back into bed and pulls me
flush against his chest.
“I missed you, Baby. I’m glad you’re
back. And I’m definitely happy that you’re havin’ sex dreams about me.”
All you could do is giggle and let out a small “I love you” as you dosed
off with a dreamy smile on your face and Bucky caressing your back.
I was sitting with my boyfriend Taehyung, my feet facing him and his feet facing me on a couch. He couldn’t see what I was doing on my phone, so I decided to tease him. I was going to take pictures of him on snapchat and save them, he will get so annoyed. Then when I feel like I’ve got enough, I’ll send them all to him.
I smirk at my idea. I open up snapchat and start. I take one picture, and he glances at me but looks back at the T.V. I save the picture and go back to my camera to take another one. The camera sound went off and he looked at me, puzzled.
“Jagi?” He asked.
I hold in my laugh as much as I can. “Yes?”
“Are you taking pictures of me.?”
I rapidly shake my head. “I’m taking screenshots for this thing me and my friend are doing.”
Somehow, he believed in my awfully thought up lie and turned his head back to the T.V once again. What can I say, he is Taehyung, of course he believed my lie. I take about 5 more pictures, and I’m satisfied with all of them. Even the last one, I got a funny one of him yawning with his mouth wide open and nose scrunching up. It was funny but cute.
I send one and Tae see’s his phone go off. He see’s my saved username he put in for me, ‘Cute.kitten’, and glared at me. I smirk and send one after the other,his phone going off everytime one had been sent to him. Once I was done, I innocently put my phone on the table next to me, and watch T.V with an innocent but yet evil smirk.
Tae starts to tap multiple times on his phone. I hold in my laughs as his face turns a light pink and his eyes got huge as he looked at the sneaky pictures I’ve took of him.
“Jagi?” He asks, this time in a more soft, dainty voice.
“mmhmm?” I hum in response, not trusting my wiggly voice to answer him.
He puts his phone away and slowly crawls on top of me, not keeping his eyes off me. He seemed sinister and serious, but also like he wanted to just smile. He was now on top of me. “Did you lie to me?”
A chuckle slips through my lips but i manage to hold the rest of my laugh in. “I don’t know what you are talking about tae.” I lie once again, but of course he doesn’t fall for it this time.
His hands crept down to my side. “maybe I should teach you a lesson for lying to me.” He looked dead serious. He bit his lips.
Was he really about to do what I think he is about to do?
I suddenly felt a funny feeling in my sides, causing me to die of laughter. I hear his deep, squeaky chuckles as he starts to tickle me. I crack my eyes open, not being able to open them any farther from my laughter. His rectangle smile showing off all his set of teeth, didn’t help me control my laughter at all.
We start to laugh so hard that we both fell off the couch. His hat fell off his head, causing his brown hair to fly free. He tried to proceed with tickling me, but he was laughing so hard he had to stop. He rolled off of me onto his back, laying next to me. He grabs his stomach as our laughs die down.
We end up in silence, staring at the ceiling.
He turns to me. “Have you learned your lesson?” He asked me, putting back on his baseball cap, backwards like before.
I grab my phone and open up snapchat once again. I take a picture of him again. “Does that answer your question.” I smirk.
His expression darkens, making him look as evil as can be. He quickly gets back on top of me. He pins my wrist down against the ground, making me drop my phone and giving me a quick, sharp pain in my wrist.
“Oww Tae!” I whine. “Let go of me!”
I giggle as I try to escape, but he kept a very serious straight face. He didn’t crack one smirk, His eyes looking deep into mine. My smile slowly fades away.
“Didn’t I teach you a lesson already? Didn’t I tell you to not take pictures of me?” He asks me. I slowly nod. I didn’t know he was serious.
“Apparently, you don’t care about what I tell you.” He whispered in my ear. I shiver from his breath.
He comes back up from my ear and starts to kiss me roughly. I don’t kiss back for a split second because I was caught by surprise, but I quickly respond with the movement of his lips.
He grabs my hips and lifts them up slightly to apply pressure to his pelvic area. I felt his hard on against me. I move my lips slightly and moan quietly in the kiss. His teeth tug lightly on my bottom lip and pulls away.
“Don’t make a sound, (Y/N).” He commands. “If I hear a moan, or any sound come from that pretty little mouth of yours, I’ll punish you even more.”
I nod immediately. He goes down and presses his lips against my neck, then starts to lick up from my collarbone to my jawline, leaving a slick, wet path. I bite my lip hard, trying to hold in my moans. He could do anything to me, knowing how rough, how mean, how serious he can get. Not that it’s a bad thing, I absolutely love his rough side. But it’s very challenging to obey his rules when he’s dom and wants me to be more obedient. Knowing how much I get turned on by how sexy he is.
It got really hard when I started to nibble and bite down on my skin. A quiet, but audible moan accidentally slipped out of my lips. I look at Tae worried, who was already looking at me.
“What was that?” He asked me. I just keep looking down at him, not responding at all. He picks me up bridal style and takes me to my room.
He gently tosses me on the bed and closes my door. “Guess you really want a punishment, huh?” He cracks. He gets on top of me and starts kissing my neck again. He slowly moves his hand down until they were in my pants and underwear.
“Mmm, you’re very wet.” He slides his hand inside my pants and inserts a long, finger into my wet core. I was about to let out a small moan until he cut me off with his lips.
He starts to thrust slowly into me with his finger. I shut my eyes tightly, not letting any sounds slip from my mouth. He continues to go slow, which he knows I’m not a fan of going slow.
I start to wind my hips on his finger, but he quickly pulls his finger away. “Don’t move, keep still. This is your punishment from me. You aren’t gonna make one sound either, okay?” His voice was so deep and husky. I nod my head.
He slides his shirt off right over me. His cap came off with his shirt as well, making his hair sexily messy. His toned, perfectly tanned chest exposing clearly in my sight. I bite my lip in amusement. I couldn’t take my eyes off him at all.
“Take off your shirt.” He licked his lips. I replied and slid my shirt up and over my head. I tossed it to the side and look back at Tae. I was wearing a black sports bra along with matching black panties. I could see the lust in his eyes as he looked my body up and down.
He dipped down and started to lightly kiss my stomach, and as time went by the kisses got sloppier. I manage to hold in my sounds, but it’s only getting harder and harder. His kisses went lower and lower and he starts to pull my pants and underwear off, exposing the cold air to my wet heat.
I tremble from the cold sensation. My pants are finally off. “So fucking pretty, too bad you don’t know how to obey me, and that I have to beat it into you by pounding into your pretty pussy.” I feel his hot breath against my core. His stern, deep voice didn’t make anything better, except the fact that I was getting more and more impossibly wet.
He knows what he’s doing, talking into my impatient core. It was all clearly part of the punishment. Basically to tease me until I’m on the edge. His tongue, after what feels like a lifetime, is finally pressed against my pussy, flicking his tongue on my throbbing clit.
I gasp for air as he digs his tongue inside of me. I bite my lip extra hard, surprised that I didn’t draw blood. His warm tongue swirling inside me, coating my walls with his saliva. My moans grow louder and louder as his tongue wiggles inside my hole, his thumb rubbing against my clit making the moment more intense.
His thumb sped up on my throbbing nub, rushing my climax. I arch my back, trying to gasp for air as my body tenses up. The feeling of his wet tongue inside of my core, just begging for relief, was almost unbearable.
“I-I’m coming Tae. I-i’m-ah.” I moaned very loud, practically screaming, but before I could reach that point he pulls away, leaving my orgasm hanging. I let out a long whine.
“Don’t tease T-Tae.” I beg.
He raises his eyebrow. “You didn’t obey me, so why should I obey you?”
I keep quiet as he unbuckles his belt. I have nothing to do but watch him, his long, slim fingers undoing the gold buckle of his Gucci belt, my heat getting wetter and wetter. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. His hard member released and bounced off of his stomach.
It was throbbing, the veins clear in sight. He sits on the edge of the bed. “On your knees.” He firmly told me.
His firm, deep, serious voice caused me to obey him immediately without hesitation and without making a sound. I got on my knees as he sat back and supported himself with his hands.
I grabbed the shaft of his penis in my small hand, licking the precum that was oozing out his slit. I put his red head in my mouth, and take it out with a pop. I go back to running my tongue over the slit.
“Don’t tease me kitten, I don’t think you want to be punished anymore, right?”
I nod, not taking my mouth off of him, I take the head, then go a little bit farther down to the middle of his shaft and stop there, letting my throat relax around his cock.
I heard moans coming from Tae as I bob my head down on his hard member.
“Take it deeper kitten.” He moans, pushing my head down so all of him was in my throat.
I gag once, but I relax my throat around him once again. I swirl my tongue around to make sure to get my saliva all over him.
His moans get louder and he starts to thrust hard into my throat, making me gag more and more. He wasn’t giving me a chance to get used to it or to relax.
He continues to fuck my face, making spit splash to my lips, chin and face, as well as his lower stomach. He stands up and places both hands on the back of my head to keep it in place so he can thrust faster into my throat. At this point, tears were rolling down my cheeks from being choked out by him.
“Fuck-kitten!” He grunts in between pants. He grits his teeth.
“Fuckkkkkk” He let’s out a long groan as he presses down into my throat and keeps his member inside of me for what felt like and hour. It was really only for like ten seconds or so. I felt his tip poking the back of my throat. I was bound to pull away, but he stopped me still keeping my head in place. “Stay still k-kitten.”
He started twitching inside my mouth but quickly released my head and pulled back, plopping onto the bed before he could release the white substance. I fall back on my butt, grasping for air as well as Tae.
We were both breathless. Beads of sweat forming and dripping on each others bodies. After about two minutes
“I still gotta fuck you.” He reminds me, like choking me out wasn’t punishment enough. “Your punishment isn’t even close to over.”
He grabs my arm and puts me on the bed on my knees and forearms. I arch my back so my butt was in the air.
He places his hands firmly on my hips and quickly slides his head in and out of me, teasing. I gasp every time I feel his hard tip slide into me wet heat.
He pounds into me hard, then pulls out again. I screech. “No noise.” He reminds me.
He finally slowly pushes his whole member into me, and thrusts. His thrusts got harder and faster every time. His big hands slapping my ass occasionally.
He starts to pound into me hard, the sound of his groans and our sweaty, hot skin slapping together. A soft groan leaves my mouth, and he stops. He pulls out.
“You wanna keep making noises, kitten?” He slaps my butt, making me go flat on the bed. A shake my head no to reply. “Huh?”
“Lay on your back.” He tells me. I comply and quickly flip onto my back, spreading my legs wide.
“So now you wanna be a good kitty, don’t you?” He growls in my ear. He was laying next to me, his hand in between my legs and middle finger placing the slightest amount of pressure on my pink bud. It just wasn’t enough, I wanted more, but if I moved I only know that it would get worse. Taehyung is capable of become my worst nightmare in bed, he could tease me for hours on end. “You’re gonna have to do a lot more for me to reward you with what you want.”
My breathing was shaking- holding in my moans felt like mission impossible when his warm finger swirled small circles around my clit, still applying a bit of pressure. He was teasing me so much, that although it was pleasurable, it hurt. It was torture.
And he knew it was. He enjoyed punishing me when not doing what he says when he says it. He liked seeing me beg with my eyes while he teased me when he tells me not to make noises, and I like it too, he was so hot when he was dominant.
Without warning, 3 fingers push deep inside of me. I jump back and scream in return. I screamed so loud, I was bound to be pounded 60 feet deep into the ground by him. My punishment wasn’t even over, now it’s gonna be even worse and longer.
His eyes widen at me, surprised at my sudden outburst. Without one sound, Tae took his fingers out, and a whimper almost slipped out of my mouth from the sudden feel of emptiness. He gets up from the bed, leaving the warm spot next to me empty. As he walks towards the door, he puts his index finger up, silently telling me to 'hold on’.
I don’t reply and I watch him leave and close the door. I look down at my body impatiently. This never happened before, and I’m really eager and turned on to see what happens. But I’m also scared, now I know this is really gonna be torture.
The door opens and Tae enters, a long, black, cloth in his hand. He walks over to me with a stare that could kill, and wraps the cloth around my eyes 2 times, and ties it in the back, tight. I don’t see anything but black.
I have enough trust in Tae to not cross the line. He knows when he is going to far or not and right now, is just one of his many kinks. Dominance.
I hear him leave the room again and shuffling goes on outside the room. A minute later he is back in the room and I here clinking, like metal banging together. He pulls my wrist up and I immediately know what he is doing.
I feel the cold metal against the skin on my wrist, and he clamps the hand cuffs together. He does the same with the wrist. He then attaches them to the headboard of my bed, and my arms are left up in the air.
Another cloth is out in my mouth balled up, probably my underwear. He lays down in the same position as last time, I can tell by the way the bed sinks in on one side of me. His fingers land on my wet heat again and rub and and down my folds.
“Don’t try me no more kitten, I know you didn’t want this, but you wouldn’t of gotten it if you listened.” His tone was so serious and husky.
3 fingers enter again like deja vu, except this time I held in every noise that I would rather come out.
“That’s better kitten, good girl.” He praises, his fingers on his free hand come up to my hair and comb through it gently, as his fingers curve up against my G-spot. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I bite down on my underwear. They probably have holes in them now from how hard I’m biting down.
His fingers insert again, and he repeats what he did before: Insert, curve, pull out. He knows he is only making it harder for me.
“You’re so wet, my fingers slide right in side you.” He whispers, and places a wet kiss on my neck. “But you are so tight too, so fucking confusing. But I love it.”
I feel an evil grin grow on his lips against my neck, and his fingers finally don’t leave my heat. His fingers wiggle up and down, repeatedly hitting my g-spot. My body starts to tremble. I’m so sweaty and turned on I don’t even know how much more I can take til I burst.
His fingers move faster, and I’m sure I’m gonna explode from him. He’s been teasing me so much non stop. I almost came too times from him but I made a noise and he didn’t let me. I can’t touch him or anything.
He moves from his spot and quickly replaces his fingers with his dick, going at the same pace as his fingers. His thumb on one hand putting pressure on my clit, another hand taking my blindfold and the underwear in my mouth. Then moving his big veiny hand to wrap around my neck.
He knows when I’m about to come. He can tell by my facial expression, body language, etc.
“You can moan now baby.” He tells me. “Let me here you come, moan loudly. Let the neighbors know you’re coming.”
my whole body tenses up, but I let out my loud screams as much as I can once those words came out of his mouth. My walls tighten around him, I can feel him pulsating inside me. I let myself go all over him, my body almost giving out.
“Fuck, Taehyung! Ah-” I practically scream. I’m so sweaty and I’m sure my face is red from the slight lack of air I’m getting and from how hard I’m yelling, but I don’t care at this point. My whole body is pulsing and my orgasm has worn out pretty much. But that doesn’t mean Tae is done.
“I’m cumming Kitten.” He growls and presses into me hard. “I’m gonna cum so hard all over your face.”
He pulls out and pumps himself fast and I already know what to do. I quickly move under him on my knees and he let’s out his white seed all over my face, dripping onto my chest. Some got in my hair as well, but neither of us worry about it. The white substance became a puddle in my mouth the more his aim is there.
“Ahh- K-kitten.” He groans through gritted teeth, as he pumps himself hard with a tight grip, trying to get every last drop out. Sweat was dripping down his face, and it had to be one of the most hottest things I’ve seen in my life.
His hands let go of his member, and it slowly becomes softer as time passes. He looks down at me.
“Swallow.” He says, his breath overtaking his voice, almost making it inaudible.
I close my mouth and swallow all that’s in my mouth, not breaking eye contact with him. I lick my lips and use my thumb to push what’s around my lips into my mouth.
“Fuck, such a slutty kitten.” He shakes his head with a smirk, as if he can’t believe you. “So dirty.”
He pulls me up by lightly squeezing my chin with his index finger and thumb, causing me to have fishy lips. He plants a soft, long kiss on them, taking time to taste himself in my mouth.
He pulls away and walks over to the bathroom. He comes out with one small wet rag, a towel, and another towel wrapped around his waist. The way the sweat still left over his tan, firm chest glistened was just perfect.
He cleans off the white substance off my face and chest. He throws the rag in the dirty hamper, and wraps me in the other towel he had.
“Follow me.” He told me with a cute smile, he was a completely different person now.
We went back into the bathroom and he turned on the water, putting his hand under it to test the temperature.
“Is this fine?” He asked, preferring to the water temp. I walk over to the water and put my hand under it.
“A little warmer.” I smile at him. He nods and turns the nob to make the water warm. He looks back at me with wide eyes, and I place my hand under the water again. I nod at him. “Just right.”
He smiles widely and turns the shower head on. “Can you shower with me?” I ask him.
He looks at me, and shrugs. “Sure.”
We both take our towel off and let them fall to the floor. This wasn’t going to turn into anything else then a nice shower, we’re too tired and worn out to do it again.
We finish our shower and Tae turns the water off. We both step out of the shower and wrap in our towels. We make our way back to the bedroom.
“Y/n?” He calls for me. I turn around. I already had my bra and underwear on, and he already had his boxers on. “Can we wear our matching onesies?”
I chuckle at him. This kid is ridiculous. I nod, “Yes Tae, we can wear them.”
We reach in our drawer and Tae pulls out a yellow chicken onesie. I pull out a purple chicken onesie. We both step into our onesie and zip them up, throwing the hood on with the chicken beak and eyes. We look at each other and laugh.
“You’re so cute!” He compliments.
“You are too.”
We walk over to my bed and lay down. Tae takes the T.V remote and switches to Netflix. “What you wanna watch.” He asks me.
I shrug. “Anything.”
He turns on a comedy movie and throws his arm around me. I cuddle into his should and he kisses me on the forehead. “I love you, Y/n”
I look up at him. “I love you too Tae.”
This was not supposed to turn out this kinky lol. 50 SHadEs oF tAe! I’m thinking about making “Obey Tae” a series. Maybe change the title, it depends. What do you think? Should I make this a series?
Request are still open and Thank you for reading and enjoying my stories!
I was going to combine this with another gif, but frustrations got the best of me and I deleted about 3 paragraphs. Hopefully this is what you were looking for! Thanks for following, love.
You were sitting up in bed staring at your laptop for what seemed like hours. Your lack of patience was starting to get the best of you as you waited for Sam to wake up. Watching your boyfriend sleeping peacefully next to you was turning you on and you had no idea why. Maybe it was the way his hair was spread out over his pillow, or the way his body relaxed when sleep was his only worry in this world, no monsters, no Lucifer, no research to stress over. You really wanted to leave him be but the persistent tingling between your legs begged you to wake him up and take what you wanted.
Assuming Sam would appreciate your spontaneity, you gave in to your desire. Gently sitting your laptop on top of the nightstand, you slowly pulled the blankets away from both your bodies. Sam shifted in his sleep and you stiffened, waiting for him to settle back into his deep sleep. Letting out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you continued your journey south noting the thick line of his already stiff cock under the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. You felt another tingle run through your body at the sight, stopping between his conveniently spread legs to actually look at him and take in his beautiful form.
It was a rare opportunity to be able to just watch him. The two of you were always so eager in bed, you rarely stopped long enough to take in the other, it was always just a massive tangle of limbs, lips, and teeth, both of you anxious to feel skin against skin as quickly as possible. So you watched, taking in every dip and line, every muscle, every inch of his skin; some parts covered in thick patches of hair, some a little thinner, some completely bare. You watched every muscle that rippled when he took a breath, the way his veins throbbed against his neck, his adam’s apple when it bobbed against his throat. The longer you just watched, the wetter you felt yourself becoming. His body, his face, his heart, it was all pure perfection and in that moment you were never happier to call him yours.
Quickly, you stripped your own clothes off before leaning down and running your hand up one of his thighs, trailing your thumb over the sculpted muscle and gliding your fingers up the leg of the briefs. Your fingertips met his long member, finding the sensitive veins you had memorized, taking advantage of the map that was seared into your memory from the countless times your tongue had traced those same veins. Sam’s breaths became labored, his jaw started clenching and eyebrows furrowing, not waking completely until you started to gently massage his balls.
Removing your hand, you pulled the briefs slowly down his waist, stopping to enjoy the spring of his cock when it was finally free of its confines, watching it land on his stomach with a small smack, his tip almost lined up with his belly button. Letting the band rest atop his thighs, you followed the thick vein on the underside of his cock to his leaking tip, dipping your tongue in for a sample, humming around the swollen head as you wrapped your lips over just the head. Looking up through your eyelashes, Y/C/E were met with his hazel ones. He was watching you intently, his soft bottom lip sucked through his perfect white teeth. “Damn, baby. Not that I’m complaining, but what got into you?”
“Got tired of waiting on you to wake up…needed you…fuckin’ soaked for you Sam.” You replied between kisses up and down his shaft, “You could have jus–, ahh fuck!” You cut him off, taking him as far as your throat would allow, swallowing around him before pulling back up. He led you up his body, adjusting himself and your hips so that he was lined up with your entrance.
“That was a nice way to wake up, baby but now all I want to do is fuck you until you can’t speak.”
A few hours later you were spent, your body was sprawled across the bed and your limbs seemed to be made of jelly.
“So, did I come through on my promise?” Sam asked with a hopeful glint in his eye.
“Mhmm…” you couldn’t seem to form anything past that single thought.
jealous clarke?? something in that vein?? canon verse maybe?? this is so vague sorry ily <3
A|N: nothing to be sorry about considering jealous clarke is mY JAM
p.s: ily too <33
Look, objectively, Clarke knows that Bellamy’s a pretty attractive individual. A collective sigh goes up around camp whenever he wrangles his shirt off (completely unnecessarily) to do some mundane task or the other. His smile can reduce a normal, functioning being into a swooning mess. Monty claims to be forever changed after the one time he witnessed Bellamy emerging from the shower.
But, still. It’s no excuse for Roma to be hanging all over him.
“Her head is going to spontaneously combust if you keep glaring at her like that,” Raven remarks, drawing up next to her. The smirk on her face is enough for Clarke to direct the force of her glare over to her instead, crossing her arms over her chest. Unperturbed, she continues, “And is it normal for there to be a vein throbbing so close to your forehead? Because I’m getting a little worried.”
“I’m fine,” she huffs, gritting her teeth at the sound of Roma’s high-pitched, lilting giggle. Bellamy’s response is lost in the clamor of the crowd, but she recognizes the soft quirk of his lips, the sardonic arch of his brow. Amused. (It’s one of her favorite looks on him, even though she’d never admit it. Not to his face, at least.)
Raven looks thoroughly unconvinced by that. “Yeah, I’m having a little difficulty believing that considering your face is currently a unflattering shade of puce.”
The scathing response on the tip of her tongue dissolves at the sight of Roma’s hand curling over his bicep, squeezing, and she’s moving before she can rethink it; stomping towards them with all the grace and subtlety of someone who’s had a little too much to drink.
He brightens when he spots her; the expression quickly morphing into concern when he catches sight of her face. “Clarke. Is everything okay?”
“Great,” she manages, flat. “I just— I think we should rethink our plans to send a team out past Trikru territory. Do you have a minute to talk? Alone?”
“Yeah, sure.” He goes, completely unfazed; his hand coming down to rest on the small of her back as he steers her towards his tent. Then, looking over his shoulder, “See you around, Roma.”
“See you,” Clarke adds, shooting her a tight, close-lipped smile before striding off. (For some strange, unfathomable reason, the moment fills her with a kind of smug triumph that leaves her grinning throughout the rest of the day.)
The last time the castle malfunctioned, its system had been poisoned by a Galra virus.
This time, it’s Pidge’s and Hunk’s fault.
Keith stares at the crack between the floor and door, watching the frantic shadows run across the marble floor. There’s a vein throbbing in his forehead.
“Seriously, who thinks it’s a good idea to play with the castle’s systems while we’re trying to clean?!” Lance yells, smacking the door lightly. Keith can really only see his shoes; his eyes are still adjusting to the darkness.
“Well,” Keith sighs, leaning against the wall, “At least there’s enough room for fresh air to get in.”
Lance hums and moves away from the door. “Good excuse to stop cleaning, too.”
Keith chuckles quietly. Lance smiles a bit as he looks around the room, searching the darkness. Boredom is already kicking in. Soon enough Coran will come back to check on their progress; he’s kind of looking forward to all the yelling that’ll happen. At least it’ll be entertaining to listen to.
“Hey.” Keith doesn’t respond, so Lance says, “Let’s play a game. Let’s plaaaaaay… Never Have I Ever!”
Kiss me. I say.
And he does. And we’re kissing like crazy. Like our lives depend on it.
His tongue splits into my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced.
I now understand why people describe kissing as melting because every square inch of my body dissolves into his.
My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. My veins throb and my heart explodes.
I have never wanted anyone like this before.
He pushes me backward and we’re lying down on the bed making out.
Honestly I wouldn’t care if we were in front children playing on the swings or the old men having their daily meet up on a park bench and I don’t care, I don’t care about any of that.
All I want is Him. The weight of his body on top of mine is extraordinary.
I feel him—all of him—pressed against me, and I inhale his aftershave and that scent that’s just … him.
The scent that just feels like home. The most delicious smell I could ever imagine.
I want to breathe him, lick him, eat him, drink him. His lips taste like honey.
His face has the slightest bit of stubble and it rubs my skin but I don’t care, I don’t care at all.
He feels wonderful. His hands are everywhere, and it doesn’t matter that his mouth is already on top of mine, I want him closer.
It was getting to be that time of the month again. You were starting to feel that urge again. The urge to prowl. Like that ravenous appetite that arises in a werewolf every full moon, so did you feel this lust budding in your thighs and breasts, getting hungry for another victim.
You had experimented at first. Drugging your victims the first few times. You had convinced your cousin that dabbled in drugs to get you some of that " date-rape" drug. Guys were easy to manipulate with a little cleavage and flirting. You justified it because you told yourself that they deserved it.... Jerks that preyed on other girls with one night stands and such.
Nevertheless, you were stilled scared the first time you did it.
A motionless male passed out on the bed. You would pull down his jeans just enough to expose his ass. You toyed with him, teased him as he laid there on his stomach passed out.
And then you gave it to him. Even though he didn't say no, it was still rape. But it was exhilarating beyond compare. The strapon being shoved in and out of his ass gave wonderful orgasms to you. With each thrust, the resistance would force the strapon back against your throbbing pussy. It was so wonderful, you had to be careful that you didn't pass out too after your orgasmic explosion.
You thought it was funny that they would wake up the next day with a sore bottom, not knowing where it came from or what happened.
After a few victims, you were looking for something more adventurous. You wanted to find a real victim, you wanted an awake victim, but you feared getting in over your head. What would it be like to actually rape a man?
The thought of it made you wet. You had your strapon underneath your yoga pants and you started stroking it fantasizing about it, looking at the calendar with Halloween circled. You were going to a party. Those were always the best places to find unsuspecting victims.
You showed up at the party very fashionably late. The later the better, the guys would be drunk by then anyway. You were dressed as leopard. You had a dark brown tight leopard print camisole. Your black bra straps exposed as well as your generous cleavage. You had black kitten ears on your head. You drew small whiskers on your face with black eyeliner. You were wearing dark brown matching leopard print yoga pants, that went down to your ankles. And you also had a ballet dancers dark brown skirt. This was to conceal your hard on underneath, your strapon tucked snugged into your yoga pants.
You caught the eyes of many men and you jokingly growled at them. You prowled the party looking for him. Then you saw one. He was filling people's cups of beer at the keg. He hit on every girl , and would pinch their ass or lift their skirt up after they got the beer. He embarrassed every girl that came by. What a jerk. You were plotting your move observing quietly from afar.
"Hey , how are you?"
Caught off guard , a guy came up.
"Oh.... oh yeah thanks. and uh... where's your costume..."
"oh, I couldn't decide, I just didn't know if I was coming."
Yeah.. I decide to come last minute..." your eye still on the keg guy.
"I know this sounds cheesy, but I think we've met before.." shyly asking
"Oh... I'm sorry "... you reply
".... Uh ... I think I fixed your computer .. at the uh... Best Buy ..." he said
You respond " oh yeah... Idid get my computer fixed ... wow you got a good memory.. "
He grins and replies" I remembered because you were really pretty... and uh oh I didn't mean that... "
You switched your attention to him . He was blushing. He was obviously very nervous and shy. You hadn't noticed at first, but he was dressed very smartly and was kind of cute.., for a shy tech nerd...
He had a dark green button down, dark black jeans, leather dark brown ankle boots and matching belt. And he had a classic polo dark blue jacket on. His cologne even smelled good.
You smiled as he fumbled over his words.
You look back at the keg guy and he was gone.. You whisper damn! ... as you look to see where he went..
" Is everything... ok..? " he asks
You turn your attention away from the keg guy and reply. " yeah... yeah, uh.. I just looked at the line to the bathroom and it's all the way back to the kitchen. "
He says " Hey I've been here before, there's a private bathroom in a bedroom at back of house. The bedroom door is locked, but I use it and no one knows about it...
Want me to show you?"
"Oh sure .. that would be great.. "
You follow him back to the bedroom, and you actually started checking his butt out and it looked nice. He was skinny enough, he probably had those cute dimples on his butt. You quickly check yourself and tell yourself nooo , he's too nice.
He unlocked the door and y'all both go inside.
He walks back to the bathroom and turns light on and says here it is, and he walks back. You go inside and go to bathroom.
As you exit, he is leaning on a dresser.
The outside noise and music is booming. You say "it's kind of nice to get away from the music and noise." And you lean against dresser next to him.
As your hand is on the dresser, you feel his hand touch yours... it's quiet ... you look down and kind of smile.
He says, "you're the prettiest girl here and you're way out of my league, but if you leave and I don't ask, I will
always regret... cuz I'm always .. too shy.... but I have to ask , may I kiss you. ?
You look at him, you are still grinning.. and he is blushing red. You think that is very sweet and cute, and what harm can it be..
You say, "since he asked so nicely, , yes you may"
He leans closer in and says close your eyes, and you do.
Then as you are expecting to feel his lips on yours, you feel his breath on your cheek. His cheek is up to yours but not touching, but you feel him. He gently , so softly, brushes his dry lips against your cheek, his breath on your ear. , he continues to dry kiss your cheek, and it's
totally unexpected, but you start to get butterflies in your stomach and it's the most sensual kiss ever...and you begin to really enjoy it and he continues it for it seems like forever... and you feel like you've had a spell cast on you ...
Then his hand comes up to your cheek, cusps your cheek so gently and warmly and his lips move to your lips and then they touch, and he gently brushes his lips against yours... you are enthralled... lips tickling ever so slightly.. And then he moves in front of you. But you don't even realize it. His hand goes to the back of your neck, his fingers go up into your hair and he presses his lips against yours
Both of your lips smush together and what was once dry, slowly becomes wet. Your breath starts to stutter a bit.. and then he moves in closer and both of his hands wrap around you and he pulls you in.
And then you feel it.. He feels it
Your shaft is pressing against his thigh
your eyes open just as his does
he pulls his lips away, his head draws back
Then you do t know what comes over you, you grab him
You grab his face with both your hands
And pull his face back in, and you begin kissing him
You drive your tongue into his mouth
You pull him in
But as his arms were warmly around you before, they are coldly pressed against your hips, stale not moving
His neck is tight, as you swirl your tongue in his mouth , you feel he tries to withdraw his head
But you pull him in even more
Your tongue swirling all over his tongue
Your hand drops down to his ass and you squeeze it pulling him in, you feel your shaft press into your body.
But he presses his hands gently against you, letting you know he wants to pull back
You stop kissing and realesse his head, he's panting for air.
You step out and twirl him around against the dresser .
His eyes widen.
You grab his head with both hands and you begin to run your tongue all over his mouth . You are forcing your tongue into all of his mouth, in and out...
His hands on your shoulders trying to push you away.
You press harder. Your body against his, your tongue in his mouth.
His back arches as he tries to get his head away from your tongue.
As he arches back, he begins to slide down against the dresser. As he slides down, you feel your fake cock pressed against his body and against yours. You feel your erection . You release your tongue , from his mouth, and your hands aid him in sliding down. Then you put your hands on his his shoulders and push him down until he is almost on his knees , his head right in front of your crotch . You press your hips against his face. His face gets lost in the ruffles of your skirt.
But you feel your cock pressed against his face.
You look into the dresser mirror, you feel guilty at first. He's such a nice guy, but you see his head in your crotch and it invigorates your animal passion even more, you grit your teeth and purr into the mirror. As your hands hold his face against your strapon bulge, you pull your skirt away and throw it. You reach into your yoga pants and you pull your cock out and force it against his face .
A real looking cock with a head and throbbing veins. And it's big. His eyes grow wide.
You press the shaft pressed up against his face.
His hands pressing against your thighs . Your black stretch panties below the strapon and the words escape your mouth.... "Suck it!" You put the head of your cock on his lips... "Suck it!!" His lips are sealed shut... He's mumbling mmmpphh... One hand holding the shaft, a fist wrapped around it, the other hand holding the back of his head.. Your hand slips to his nose to pinch it closed. He tries to wriggle away... Then he gasps for air... And you immediately shove the head and shaft of your cock into his cute little mouth.
His eyes wide open. You thrust. You thrust so hard, it jams his head against the dresser. The entire shaft goes into his mouth. So far, His mouth pressed against your panties.
You slowly withdraw.
You say suck it again and ram your large cock in his mouth. The cock slams against the back of his throat, conversely ramming it against your soft pussy. You fist grab it again and you
You press it against his cheek to watch your head bulge against his cheek. He's is trying to get away and push you, he's gagging and mmpphhing... It's turning you on so much. Holding your cock in your fist and spanking his face with it and jamming it in his mouth, and ramming it against his cheeks.
He finally squirms away , he's on his hands and knees and coughing and gagging.
That's it, he's it. He's the one. Tonight's the night.
You're going to rape him.
Your heart is pounding. Your teeth are clinched. Your pussy is on fire and your cock is in your hand and you even feel like you have an erection.
You pull your yoga pants off , you pull your leopard shirt off. You stand there in your black bra and panties. Your kitten ears on your head. Cat woman, strong and fit and muscular. He finally starts trying to get up.
He exclaims WTF!! He stands up, you backhand him. He falls on the bed. He has a scared look in his eyes now. He begins to crawl away across the bed.
You jump on him.
You reach around his waist and undo his belt, you undo his button and zippers.
You begin to pull his jeans down. But he is holding them on . You yank on them and they pull down.
You yank his shoes off, next his pants. He's clawing to get away.
Your cock is swinging in the air .
He's wearing tight black boy shorts. He has a perfect ass. you slap it and grab it.
He's trying to pull his underwear up, but you kneel behind him you begin to squeeze his ass through his soft spandex athletic boy shorts. You rub your cock against his underwear, in between his ass cheeks.
He looks behind him.... "no... what what are you doing!!!"
as he's looking, as he's trying to crawl away, you put your fingers in the waistband of his underwear and you yank them down below his ass.
His nice little ass, .
You put your knees in between his. You spread his legs.
You grab his hips and pull them up in the air.
You grab your cock with your fist and you put it right between his ass cheeks. He looks up, right into the dresser mirror. Looking at you behind him. In your bra .
He shakes his head, please no... he begs
then you insert the tip of the head.
His eyes widen
You force it in
His eyes widen
You begin to push
His fists clinch the bedsheets
You do it
You take him
You rape him
You thrust your cock all the way in
You hear him gulp a big breath of air, his back arches , an electric rush shivers your whole body
Your fingers claw his hips
and bam you thrust hard again
The force slams each thrust into his ass and against your clit.
You slam so hard, it knocks him forward.
You fall on him
Laying on him
You wrap your arm around his neck
You bite his ear
And you even growl
As you rhythmically pump your cock into ass
You just started, but you are already about to orgasm
Each thrust sends shock waves into your pussy
You begin to release high pitched moans
You begin to squeeze your arm around his neck even more, his hands are trying to pry your arm away as you continue to thrust harder and harder
And then you can't hold it anymore
Your pussy explodes, you can't even thrust anymore
You orgasm like never before your wet juices are exploding all between your legs.
You are quivering...
Your begin to release him
You go limp on his body
You look into the mirror and he rolls you off your body
you roll over and lay prostrate on the bed.
Your erect cock pointing straight up.
You are spent.
Then you see him pulling off his underwear, he crawls back in bed..... and then you notice... he's fully erect...
it dawns on you... you came so fast... he didn't...
Then ... He begins to climb on top
He... oh shit... he straddles you
He grabs his stiff cock with his fist, and he lays it on your face... He says Suck it! Your eyes go big....and he jams it in ..... mmmpphhhh....
A/N: Thinking of rewriting this into a long oneshot. What do you think? Please let me know if you have an opinion on this (or anything to do with the fic, really). And thanks to @wheresthekillswitch and @faith-in-dean for helping me out in that whole happy trail thing:p
Bedding the enemy, it had a nice, exciting ring to it.
John was tall and broad against you, and as he got up from the sofa, he pulled you up with him and met you in a saultry kiss. In between kisses you fumbled your way over to the bed together, dropping your clothes like a trail of breadcrumbs as you went, because who knew whether you’d ever make it back from this. You were about to take the plunge with a hunter, and a damn legend at that!
You let your hands confidently travel his broad back; he was burly, all man, and the sensitive tips of your fingers felt every bump and scar they came across with such caution and care you were sure you’d forever be able to recollect the exact dimensions of his physique. Good, you thought, you wanted to remember this strange, coincidence of a night forever.
Genre: Smut Word Count: 5100ish words Oppa needs a good kitten.
A/N: So Im gonna be honest here and say I did not reread this cuz I promised it would be up tonight, so I’ll go back over it, edit it, make it better, and add a gif later. But here you guys go, please enjoy. I’m going the fuck to sleep because its 5:30am and I have work in two hours. You can thank the mother fucking cameraman for Music Bank, as well as my sunshine because mother of god, Hoseok, keep your goddam hands off your fucking cock while on live television, I swear to god -
It took the entire trip the bedroom plus the time in between
being shoved against a wall and feeling Hoseok’s teeth on the flushed skin of
your neck for you to come to terms with the fact that this was actually happening. Previous episode on
the couch notwithstanding, you were actually about play with Jung Hoseok.
You assumed you were the only one who had superpowers. You
were adopted, you didn’t have any relatives that you knew. And whenever you
tried to find out who your parents were, the adoption agency refused to give
you any information. You never told any of your friends about the power that
you had, and you kept it to yourself. Well except for that one time.
You quickly erased that thought from your head.
“Y/N, where’s the document for Washington? He needs it
right now.” Laurens said, peeking into your office. You nodded, telling him that
you’ll be right out. You watched him close the door, and levitated the papers,
glancing through for the file. Once you found it, you grabbed it with your
hand, walking out in the hallway on the way to Mr. Washington’s office.
You were able to levitate objects with your mind, well mostly your mind. There was some hand movement that was needed, but besides that, yes, your mind. There were some other things you could do, but all of it was less important. Not anything worth mentioning.
You walked past Mulligan’s office, seeing him being scowled
at by Hamilton. You hesitated, looking at the papers in your hand. Hamilton
seemed made at the Irishman, and you could tell Mulligan was getting more and
more furious by the second. You walked into the room, knocking on the door
once. They both looked at you, Hamilton’s face quite red.
“Hey Ham, what’s up? Why are you yelling at Herc?” You
asked, mildly concerned at the throbbing veins on his face. He placed his hand
on his forehead, showing you the plans in his hands.
“The design for this coat is too expensive to make. Using
cotton would be better than buying the stuffing that Mulligan wants. And he
won’t change his stance on it, no matter how much I talk to him.” Hamilton
explained, and you held in your laughter at his hands on his hips. You glanced
over the plans once, and nodded.
“Herc’s plan makes sense, Ham. The stuffing is much more
softer and fixes the problem that customers complained about. I know your head
of accounting and all, but using these materials make more sense. Herc’s head
of design, he knows what he’s talking about.” You replied, giving Herc a smile.
“Sorry Ham man, no can do.” He frowned, and Herc laughed,
looking at the two of you.
“Stop calling me that.”
“I’ll see you later, I have to go see Washington.” Hamilton
sighed, walking out of Herc’s office. Once he was out of view, you turned to
Herc. He had his arms across his chest, staring at you. “What?”
“You didn’t agree with Hamilton? Why not?”
“And why are you questioning me?” You asked, leaning
against the door frame. He shrugged, standing up out of his chair. As he walked
slowly around the room, you watched him, taking in his massive figure. He was
tall and brawny, different from anyone else in the office. He touched a mannequin
that rested next to his desk, glancing at you.
“Because you always take Hamilton’s side with everyone else
but me.” He grinned, winking at you. You were a very loud person, but at this moment,
you were lost for words.
“No, I, no.” You said, stuttering. He laughed, shaking his
head. You smiled, looking down at the gray carpet.
You couldn’t lie, Mulligan was attractive. Immensely
attractive, in both physical appearance and personality. He was the only reason
you smiled while you were in here. He made you laugh, he was kind, and there were
endless conversations between the two of you. Every day, he was the most
interesting part of it.
“Y/N!” You heard Washington’s booming voice through the
office, and instantly remembered that you had the files he needed. As you waved
goodbye to Herc, he walked over to you, touching your arm.
“Hey, before you go, do you want to get some dinner with me
later? It’s on me.” He said, nervousness in his eyes. You bit your lip.
You tried not to get attached to people, that’s why you had
few friends. This power, this thing that you had, it wasn’t ordinary. The last
time you told someone about you, they freaked, calling the police on you. Of
course, they could not prove what you did, but it did cause too much trouble.
You eventually moved away from that neighborhood, in a completely different
state. You considered his dark brown eyes, and saw nothing but innocence. You
“I won’t turn down free food.” You said, smiling at him. He
let out a breath, his anxiety swept away. You quickly went to Washington’s
office, not wanting him to wait any longer.
Later that night, you and Mulligan were walking together,
enjoying the cool temperature. The two of you had dinner at his restaurant,
both of your underdressed. He did not seem to care, walking in there with his
hand in yours. It made you blush, and thankfully, the lights were dim, hiding
the red color on your face. He let you pick anything on the menu, and you
noticed that they did not show the prices. He calmed your questioning gaze,
telling you that he was friends with the owner. After he convinced you that it
was not expensive, you picked a meal from the menu. It was excellent, and he
was pleased that you enjoyed it as well.
Your arm was wrapped in his, and you two walked slowly in a
park, talking about anything and everything.
“Do you remember when Thomas brought his special mac and
cheese for everyone?” Mulligan said, and you laughed, remembering it clearly.
The smell permeated every wall, stinking up the whole
office space. Thomas had a cheesy (pun intended) grin on his face, showing
everyone his masterpiece. Hamilton looked like he was about to puke, quickly
moving away from the monstrosity that was the food. Everyone else, besides
Madison, were saying the most vulgar things imaginable. Even Washington, with
his calm demeanor, told Thomas to get rid of the food or else he’d fire him. It
was the funniest incident that happened in a while, and you could have sworn
that you smell the delicacy whenever you walk into the break room.
“Don’t remind me, it was horrible. How could Madison even
stand in the same room for so long.” You mumbled, and Herc rolled his eyes at
“The things you do for the one’s you love.” You raised your
“You think Madison likes Jefferson?”
“Well, it seems pretty obvious to me. I see the hearts in
his eyes when he looks at him. I cannot wait until the day Jefferson notices,”
he smiled, “Puppy love.” You laughed. The two of you walked in the crosswalk,
continuing to talk.
“You’re such a-” The loud noise of a horn distracted you,
and you quickly turned towards the sound. A tractor trailer was speeding
towards the both of you, trying to slow down. He was only a few feet away when you
held up your hands, closing your eyes.
After a few seconds of silence, you peeked through one of
your lids. The truck was above you, floating in the air. You let out a deep
breath, placing it down on the ground. The man in the truck was unconscious, probably
passed out from shock. You felt a drip of blood leak out of your nose, and
That never happened before.
You turned back, forgetting that Mulligan was standing
there. His eyes were wide open, staring at you. Your heart dropped, looking at
his demeanor. He was undoubtedly afraid, frozen in the spot on the street.
@yuryboy79: I just remembered your vampire rv and was wondering could you do them getting weak from not having blood so you ask them to bite you and take some of your blood so they could live and them biting you cause of a life of death situation, thank you and I love you
a/n: thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy! ^.^ have a nice day!
Irene: She resisted at first. Even as you pull your collar down, exposing that smooth expanse of your neck with a throbbing vein that called her name; she resisted.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she explains.
But you know she’s dying, her pale skin even paler than usual. She looks close to death. So you insist, pulling her head closer to your neck and the scent - Oh gosh, your scent - breaks her will. Her canines extend before sinking into your neck, draining your life blood while her pale skin gained some appearance of life.
Wendy: Knows that she needs blood to live, so she has no ability to decline your offer. But she worries that she may not be strong enough to stop. Once her teeth puncture your skin and your blood touches her tongue; she can’t stop. She can’t stop wanting more and more of that sweet taste. Until she hears your heart slow down, grow weak, and then she pulls away with a bloody smack. It was close but both of you were alive and with her strength returned, your Seungwan was back.
Seulgi: She’s so grateful for your offer. She knows it must take courage to offer yourself to a vampire but most of all, it takes love. When Seulgi is done feeding, she presses kisses to your tender neck, kissing away your pain and showing her gratitude.
“I love you,” she whispers, breath hot against your skin.
Joy: Your offer is taken up without a second thought; she know she needs your blood to live. And the more she drinks, the stronger she feels. Her energy returns and although she did not drink much (afraid of taking your life if she did) she was no longer on the brink of death. She beams at you, cupping your cheeks and pressing her bloody lips to yours.
“I’m back, baby ~”
Yeri: Had difficulty stopping. Once your blood wet her palette, she kept going and going until you started tugging at her, begging her to stop but she didn’t - she couldn’t. Not until you were close to death and the reality of her actions hit her. She pulls back, teeth painfully ripping out of your neck. Wiping the blood from her mouth away, she cuddles you to her.
“I’m sorry I took too much. I couldn’t help myself.”
She’ll return the favour of you saving her life, by saving yours. Yerim will nurse you until your strength returns, feeding you soup and rubbing your back. She was cold to the touch but her unbeating heart was warm. When you feel strong again, you thank her with a kiss on her nose; “Thank you!”
A/N:Bungou Stray Dogs (Soukoku) - 1. “I want to hate you. I should hate you.” - Omg this fic XDD well. It is very intense lololol. Brace yourselves for the tickle war of a lifetime :”)) I don’t even know why I had this idea. I just thought Soukoku would be the kind of ship where everything extreme. And then I really mean EXTREME.
[part of this fic was written when I was totally tipsy last night huehue I should do more tipsy-writing] Big thanks @ticklygiggles for proofreading /)///(\
Summary: On a peaceful Saturday morning, Chuuya takes Dazai out grocery shopping and it turns out into the biggest chaos ever- reminding Chuuya why actually he should just leave Dazai at home, and that their lovers quarrels are definitely not meant to be taken outdoors. Definitely not.
Word Count: 2614
“And why did I have to come with you again?” Dazai groaned lazily and squirmed in the passenger seat, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in.
“Because you will sleep all day if I’d leave you at home and that frustrates me to death,” was Chuuya’s salty reply while he kept his eyes on the road. Dazai scoffed and stretched out.
“But I’m tired,” he whined, yawning and rubbing his eyes.
“Anyone would be after staying up the fucking night looking up romantic suicide methods,” his grumpy boyfriend growled. Well, that was true.
“And no we are not gonna do it dammit, you psycho!” Chuuya yelled when Dazai tried to bring that up again, and he steered violently and Dazai was thrown against the door on his side and he whined in protest.
“Well you are gonna kill us if you keep driving like that Chuu,” Dazai said teasingly, casually returning in his sitting position as if he hadn’t been falling to the side uncharmingly.
“Shut up! I’m driving like a gentleman!” Dazai chuckled when Chuuya yelled this because the red head had bright red cheeks and he looked like a madman driving their car.
“Oh right you are.” Chuuya tensed up when Dazai was sneaky enough to reach out and creep his fingers up Chuuya’s side.
“I swear, don’t you –” Chuuya accidentally honked when Dazai suddenly dove at him, both hands aimed at his sides and Chuuya hysterically shrieked and pulled the steering wheel wildly.
“FUHuhuck Dazai!” Chuuya nearly jumped and bounced in his seat, his tiny body squirming in the driver’s seat while he did his best to keep the car on the road. Dazai smirked when Chuuya toppled forward, almost leaning on the steering wheel while his body shook with giggles.
A traffic light; Dazai’s big chance. He lunged even more towards his smaller boyfriend and grabbed both his sides, groping and fondling his tender body and sneaking his fingers up his ribs where he knew the guy was hella ticklish.
“STOh-stahahap! Dazai I s-swear! I’m gonna kihihill you!” Chuuya squirmed and slapped around, shrieking when the light turned to green and as a reflex he stepped on the gas. There they went, with a ticklish driver getting it from his retarded lover.
“Don’t you get it Chuuya? I’m angry. Even after dating me all this time, you still don’t understand what I see in the beauty of suicide. You just-” Dazai wiggled his fingers down Chuuya’s body and the poor guy screeched.
“Don’t - get - it. It makes me want to fuck you up.” His tickling grew more violent. He wasn’t afraid of death or accidents because they’d had harder things to deal with in their lives. Besides, Chuuya was one of the better drivers he ever met in his whole life. He could take it.
And he wasn’t wrong. Sure they missed a few red lights after that, they got a lot of cars scolding them for the hysterical driving style with loud and furious honks, they even drove a little part over a grass lane but all was fine when they came to a halt with squealing tires - slightly hitting one of the cars that stood parked there. Only then, Dazai finally stopped.
Chuuya huffed, his hands still clenching the steering wheel, and he lowered his head while he caught his breath.
“I want to hate you. I should hate you,” Chuuya muttered, panting and looking up at him and raising one trembling hand to point at him as he took a deep shakey breath before answering his frustrations.
“Because it’s still fucking insane. Why die when we can live together?!” Chuuya kicked open his door and stepped out of the car, avoiding the glances of concerned passengers, and making his way into the supermarket.
Yes, supermarket. This was all because of doing the fucking groceries on a peaceful Saturday morning. Dazai sighed and followed him, still feeling as vengeful as ever.
You declare you see me dimly through a glass which will not shine, though I stand before you boldly, trim in rank and marking time. You do own to hear me faintly as a whisper out of range, while my drums beat out the message and the rhythms never change.
Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free.
You announce my ways are wanton, that I fly from man to man, but if I’m just a shadow to you, could you ever understand ?
We have lived a painful history, we know the shameful past, but I keep on marching forward, and you keep on coming last.
Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free.
Take the blinders from your vision, take the padding from your ears, and confess you’ve heard me crying, and admit you’ve seen my tears.
Hear the tempo so compelling, hear the blood throb in my veins. Yes, my drums are beating nightly, and the rhythms never change.
Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free.
Summary: Going through a rough patch, you and Bucky separate. And you determine whether your relationship can go back to what it was.
A/N: So, I really love this song and I have had this idea for quite a while. I hope you all like! Thank you to Kumi for looking over this for me! @mellifluous-melodramas
“Catch for us the foxes, The little foxes That ruin the vineyards, Our vineyards that are in bloom.”
—Song of Songs 2:15
It started with the small things.
Things you brushed off and left for later, miniscule details that became thorns
stuck inside your flesh over time.
Bucky wouldn’t separate the colors
from the whites whenever he did laundry. You’d order the wrong pizza topping.
He’d leave the coffee grinds inside the machine overnight and you’d be in a
hurry the next morning and would have to clean the entire coffee machine before
using it. You’d forget to buy milk even after using the last bit of it and not
tell Bucky there was none, forcing him to not eat cereal even when he had
poured himself a bowl.