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The March for Science isn’t just for white lab geeks. It’s about social justice.

  • The March for Science on Saturday is set to be one of the largest interdisciplinary shows of force by biologists, chemists, mathematicians, medical doctors, climatologists and other scientists. 
  • If organizers have done their jobs right, it won’t just be white folks in lab coats.
  • The march will take place in more than 600 locations in the U.S. and around the world on Earth Day. Organizers said it will be “an unprecedented gathering of people standing together to acknowledge and voice the critical role that science plays in each of our lives,” according to an official website. 
  • No doubt, science is at the center of social and racial injustice issues that have sprung up in recent years. Read more. (4/22/17, 10:31 AM)
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Yoongi orders Jimin and you from a hybrid companion service, but when he receives the two of you, he has no idea what to actually do with you.

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Destruction Of A Muse (M) [Final]

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

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The harsh slap of your phone dropping to your thigh was what pulled you back into the present, your stomach churning and clenching, your ribs feeling as though they were closing in on your lungs, caging them and preventing any air from getting in. You could hear the barely-there muffle of Tae’s voice, screaming at you to answer him, and it took all the willpower you had to pick up the phone once more and bring it to your ear, hand trembling.

“Y/N, please fucking answer me, I’m losing my fucking mind!” He wailed, his deep voice pitched and terrified.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a scenario of Genji or McCree flirting with Mercy's medical assistant/apprentice while they are getting treated for minor injuries post mission?

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The familiar smell of antiseptic of the medical room greeted you as you entered, carefully carrying the latest box of supplies which was sent over for Dr. Zeigler. However, unlike the usual quiet hum of the machinery that would usually greet you when you took your shift, it was a loud argument that welcomed you to the room. Noticing a few drop of blood on the pure white floor, you quickly checked your watch. Of course. A group of agents must of just returned from another mission. Setting down the box on the supply cupboard, you quickly tugged on your white lab coat, hurrying over the where you could hear Angela’s voice arguing with a male one. 

“I will sedate you if you keep arguing with me! Even though it is a minor wound, it could get infected and I will not have you out of action just because of it!” The doctor scolded. 

“That’s why I came to get a band-aid from you!” The voice protested. 

Angela made a sound of pure exasperation before appearing in your line of sight, rubbing the bridge of her nose. She started slightly at the sight of you before sighing in relief. 

“Oh thank goodness. Please deal with him, I’ve known him too long to put up with anymore of his shenanigans.” Angela whispered to you, placing a chilled hand on your shoulder before looking back over her shoulder, saying in a louder tone: “ My apprentice will be taking care of that wound for you. And then, only then, may you leave.” 

“Hm? The cute one? Why didn’t you just say so, I’d have come sooner!” 

Angela sighed before giving you an apologetic look and walking over to the supplies you brought in, starting to pack them safely away. You took a breath and walked over, behind the privacy curtain, to the patient’s bed where the man was sitting, waiting. 

Jesse McCree

The cowboy reclined comfortably on the bed, the sleeve of his still intact human arm rolled all the way up to his shoulder, showing a large, deep, bloodied gash from the elbow to the top of his arm. Dirt still clung to his darkened clothing and his serape, which he folded neatly on the chair next to the bed. He had taken his shoes off, as to not stain the bed sheets with blood and filth, as to not annoy Angela further. Smart man. 

He was whistling softly as you shut the curtains and turned to him, giving him a small lukewarm smile. 

“Howdy.” Jesse gave you a wolfish grin, tilting his head slightly like an overgrown wolf cub. 

You hummed a greeting, opening up the bedside drawer and took out bandages, a pair of scissors, antiseptic spray, cleaning cloth and a single band-aid. Jesse chuckled softly at the sight, sitting up so you could attend to him better. 

“You do know I was kidding about the band-aid, right sugar?” McCree asked, eyes watching you bemusedly. 

“Yes, but all kids like having a plaster on their owies, don’t they?” You retorted, using the cleaning cloth to lightly clean up the excess blood around the wound. 

Jesse snorted loudly, obviously amused. 

“So, you think I’m like a big kid.” 

“Evidently.” 

“Well, I ain’t bashful to tell ya, the things you’re making me think of ain’t kid-friendly at all.” Jesse purred playfully. 

You nearly dropped the bloodied cloth as you threw it in the dustbin, a slight colored tinge coming to your cheeks. You cleared your throat, picking up the antiseptic spray and, without warning, spraying it on the wound, making McCree jump. 

“Shit!” He growled. “That stings!” 

You smirked idly, starting to wrap the wound in bandages, feeling his narrowed gaze on you as you worked. He leaned forwards slightly, humming in your ear, hoping to distract you with his short distance from you. You momentarily lost concentration, opting to hurriedly redo the bandage, as McCree chuckled. You shot him a glare and tightened it abruptly, making the cowboy jump again. 

“Damn, doll, you’re sadistic to your patients. Are you like this all the time?” Jesse huffed, casually sliding his leg in between yours. 

“I learned from the best.” You shrugged, the thought of Angela approving of your harsh treatment of Jesse making you grin. 

“Well, your bedside manner is shit, but if you’re this mean in bed, I’d forgive it.” Jesse murmured, low so Angela wouldn’t hear. 

You accidentally cut your finger as you snipped off the end of the bandage which stuck out, startled from Jesse’s remark. You hissed a soft swear as you placed the scissors down, but was quickly silenced by McCree taking your hand and casually licking the cut, making you start. 

“Shit! That stings!” You pulled your hand away. 

Jesse smirked lazily, pleased with the quick karma. You huffed, picking up the band-aid and sticking it to his uselessly to the bandage around his arm. 

“There. Do you want a lollipop as well?” You hummed, going to the sink and running the cut under cold water. 

“Nah, but, uh, do you have any rubbers around here?” Jesse asked, sliding off the bed. 

For some reason there was a sinking feeling in your stomach. Shaking off the feeling, you strode over to the supply bench and pulled out a condom for him, giving him an unimpressed look. 

“Doll, what makes you think I’ll only be needing the one?” McCree chuckled, pulling his shoes on. 

You turned around, sighing and picked up two more, showing him the 3 little packets, Jesse nodding his approval. Standing up he took the edges of the condoms between his teeth, wrapping his serape around his shoulders, before pocketing them. 

“I’ll be back later, sweetheart!” Jesse called over his shoulder. 

“Don’t tell me you’ll be needing more.” You answered flatly. 

“Nah, I’m hoping on actually using them when I visit next time.” McCree grinned his wolfish smirk at your flushed cheeks as he shut the door behind him. 

You could hear his cheerful whistling all the way down the hall. 

Genji Shimada 

The cyborg was sitting boyishly on the bed, cross legged, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, a bored air about him. He straightened up slightly at your arrival, his vents exhaling a small amount of steam. You glanced at his body, trying to find the wound which Angela had lectured him about. 

“So, where’s this injury that can’t be helped with a band-aid?” You asked, watching the cyborg. 

Genji hummed, suddenly propping his leg up on the headboard of the bed, looking as if he was stretching for a ballet class.  There, underneath the damaged plating, was a large gash along his inner thigh. 

“Did you and Reaper try to get freaky and he forgot he still had his gloves on or something?” You asked, bemused before leaning in, examining the tear closely. 

“Ah no, it was Hana’s Ult gone wrong.” Genji laughed, amused at the thought.

You pushed your hair out of the way, trying the see where the most damage had  been caused, leaning in closer and squinting. Genji tilted his head, watching you get pretty close to his crotch. He chuckled to himself and, straining to hear if Angela was coming back, he pushed your hair out of your way, keeping his fingers tangled in it. 

You hummed a thanks. 

“Genji, you’ll need to g- What are you two doing?!” Angela pulled the curtain back, starting at the sight of you two, Genji holding your hair, your face practically buried in his lap. 

You jumped and looked up, puzzled, at Angela. Genji muffled his boyish chuckling, vents exhaling steam once more in glee. 

“I thought…” Angela’s cheeks gained a small amount of color, realizing she had leapt to conclusion. 

“Yes, doctor?” Genji purred happily, resting his hand on your lower back. “What did you think was happening? Must of been something that looked like it breached doctor-patient rules.” 

“N-Nevermind that!” Angela snapped. “I was just going to say that after the wound has been patched up, you should go along to Torbjorn to get the armour plating patched up!” 

Angela quickly disappeared with a huff. You glanced down at Genji quizzically to which he only giggled in response. 

“You’re cute when out of your element.” Genji remarked, leaning back on his forearms. 

Your cheeks colored momentarily, quickly grabs forceps, cleaning cloth, antiseptic and other medical instruments out of the bedside drawer. You pushed his inner thigh so you could better see the damage and got to work, cleaning the wound. You were being incredibly careful, as to not irritate the old scars the you brushed over, but still, Genji would grip the sheets a few times, huffing softly. You were just dabbing ointment along where skin met metal when your hand briefly slipped and accidentally pressed against the sensitive wounds. Genji gave a yelp of pain and you quickly pulled back. 

“Sorry.” You muttered. 

“You might as well kiss it better.” Genji hummed softly, tilting his head. 

“What? No!” 

“You should.” Genji’s gaze never broke away from your face. “That did hurt quite a lot.” 

“It’s unhygienic.” You said, flatly. 

“Well, kiss somewhere else then.” Genji suggested, a sultry tone entering his voice. 

“Y-You’re done here. Go to Torbjorn.” You quickly changed the path of the conversation, throwing away used cloths and washing the forceps you used to help clean the wound. 

Genji gingerly stood up, stretching his back so it clicked. You strode out, placing the now washed forceps back into the supply cupboard. You didn’t hear Genji come up behind you, until you felt his chin rest on your shoulder. 

“We’ll talk later about where you can place that kiss, hm?” Genji murmured. “I’m looking forward to it~” 

Teach Me Doctor(Hoseok Smut Version)

Warning: It’s graphic smut with a Doctor Roleplaying Kink. Ambw. 

I couldn’t contain myself so I jumped ahead and started yours hopefully this can hold you off until I’m able to do more for you love @theggirlthatlikesasianboys



Shaking lightly, you shut the door to your large condo resting against it for a second before you straightened up to push the pink floral dress that you had on down some to cover your smooth chocolate skin. Your hands sweeping your dark hair back of your shoulders. You squared them starting to slowly walk down the hallway letting your heels pierce the floor with each step you took. You walked towards the room next to your bedroom and you knocked on the door before pushing it open. There he sat at an oak desk with a white lab coat over his button down white shirt. He had on gray slacks, glasses on his face his hair a mini rainbow of pink and blue.

“Dr. Jung?” You asked biting on your bottom lip. “I’m here for my appointment.

Hoseok swirled around in his black chair smirking as he looked you up and down, eyes roaming your frame. Your plump breast, curvy waist and he could imagine how nice and juicy your ass looked from behind. “Ah, Ms. __ that’s right your appointment is today. Come have a seat.” He grinned patting the black chair right next to his desk. Nodding your head, you went to sit in the black chair, crossing one leg over the other to show off your toned thighs smiling sweetly at the male. His eyes holding mischief masked by an eyesmile that made your stomach tighten up. “So, what can I do for you today?” Hoseok asked you looking down his nose at you through the round glasses on his face.

“Well.. I know I needed a checkup doctor but, I also have been having some problems down below.” You jutted out your lower lip crossing your legs tighter.

“With your stomach?” Hoseok asked taking a blue notepad and flipping it to a blank page using a black ink pen to scribble some things down.

“No. Lower. Like my princess parts lower.” You tried to explain.

“Princess parts?” He mocked lifting an eyebrow. Heat rushed to your face knowing he wasn’t going to give in. Sighing you nodding.

“My pussy doctor. There are things going on down there.” You stated drumming your fingers along your leg.

“Well, let’s see what we can do about that and get your other things checked out. You can start by getting undressed for me but you can keep your panties on for now.” Nodding your head, you stood up in front of him. Hands moving to grip at the edge of your dress you pulled it up over your head revealing your body to him decked with black lingerie. You put your dress on the back of the chair hands moving behind you to unclip your bra and put it on the seat as well. Hoseok had to catch himself from jumping on you too quickly. He took deep breaths eyes on your body. Every inch of skin he took in until he stood up grabbing your hand to lead you to his desk. Helping you up on it he grabbed at his stethoscope putting the ends for his ear in. Grabbing the string he pressed the larger circular part against your chest. “Deep breaths for me.” His silky voice cooed out and you obeyed taking deep breaths in and out for him. He moved the object down to your stomach and then to your back humming thoughtfully as he listened to your heart. “I think we need to do some heart exercises to make sure your heart is still healthy you know? Don’t want you performing tasks and you have a heart attack.” Hoseok said carefully eyes full of concern as he pulled back to take the stethoscope from your body. He sat it down on the desk beside you tapping your chin. “Open your mouth.” You obeyed opening your mouth. Hoseok used two fingers to press against your tongue pushing down your jaw as he looked in your mouth humming. “Hmm, it seems we need to do some work on your mouth as well. Have you had any problems?” He asked pulling his fingers back to lick on them.

“Oh, yes doctor. I haven’t been swallowing well lately. It’s hard to hold a lot and I worry that my vocal chords are becoming worse.” Sighing softly, you played with your hair.

“That’s nothing doctor Hope can’t fix.” Hoseok went to grab at his notepad writing more things down. “Now then.” He smiled at you putting the pad down. He moved his hands to grab at your breast. Cupping them he rolled his fingers against your bud as he lifted up your breast inspecting the underside of them pouting. “They are a handful. Do they give you any problems?” He asked pushing them together pressing his thumbs against them.

“A-ah doctor they hurt sometimes. Right now, they feel pretty sore. With all the bouncing they do when I have to perform certain actions it’s hard.” All the innuendos passing between the two of you, you loved it but you reminded yourself to be almost as serious as you possibly could.

“Let’s make sure to get you feeling better then.” Hoseok leaned forward his warm breath ghosting over your skin. His tongue darted out to lap against your perky nipples causing you to moan and grab at his hair lightly before your hands quickly retreated. Hoseok flicked his tongue rapidly up and down your nipples looking up at you while he did so.

“Mm doctor. Won’t your fiancé be a bit mad that you’re doing such things to your patient?” You asked panting softly feeing your stomach clench, a jolt of sheer pleasure and thrill running up your spine as he lightly sucked on your nipples thinking about his answer.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides it’s my duty as your doctor to make sure you feel all better before you go. I insist on it.” With every phrase, he spoke it was like his voice became deeper intoxicating and dripping with lust. He leaned forward to kiss and suck on your nipples a little more. His wet tongue causing your skin to become decorated with little goosebumps.  “Now then that that’s all better. Let’s see about the rest of you. Let’s do you a quick physical let’s see you touch your toes.”

“Yes sir.” You chirped out seeing Hoseok’s jaw clench as you hopped down off the desk. You moved in front of him bending over slowly to press your fingers against your toys. You weren’t too limber but he had made you bend into certain positions that was easy to keep.

“Nice frame.” Hoseok noted walking around your bent body until he was standing behind you. His hands reached out to grab at your ass cheeks spreading them apart causing your panties to slip through your plump ass cheeks. “Ass is also nice.” He noted slapping your left and right cheek separately. “I think your ass needs a little more slaps. It’ll help make sure your cushion is aiding you when you sit down.” He gripped at your ass cheeks before he rubbed his hands together. Moving to open the drawer up on his desk he pour baby oil on your ass cheeks rubbing it into your skin lightly. He moved to slap your ass again. Starting out with gentle hits and working his way up to rough harsh hits on your skin causing your ass cheeks to become numb. Every hit caused pain to dance up your spine but you took it grabbing onto your ankles biting your lips.

“Doctor-ahh.” You mewled out licking your lips.

“Shh kitten. I got this.” Hoseok warned slapping your ass cheeks harder. He didn’t stop until his own hands were warm and threatening of becoming numb. He leaned down to lick across your ass cheeks flicking his tongue and tapping it against your plump cheeks knowing you would like it when he did it. “Let’s put you in another position.” He mused grabbing at your body he lifted you back up to the desk. He laid you on your back. Lifting up your legs to press behind your head. Hoseok saw you struggling and his eyes roamed your figure as he shook his head. “It looks like you need a lot of work here. I’m going to prescribe you some positions that will help limber you out.” Hoseok drug his nails down your underside thighs as he helped you pull your legs down. “On the bed. You say you were having some trouble with your pussy?”

“Oh yes!” You exclaimed moving very slowly towards the bed. Taking a seat on it, your ass was sore but you tried to smile it off, cursing him for being so sadistic. He gave you a look of continue, and he moved to bring his chair towards you. “Well doctor Hoseok. Lately me and my daddy have been trying to get me to squirt. But it hasn’t been happening and we wanted to know was it just me or if he wasn’t doing a good job.” You bit back a smirk as you watched his eyes flicker quickly before he masked it with a smile.

“Ah yes squirting. Well not everyone can do it but I assure you that most of the times you probably just don’t know how. Are you sure it’s your daddy? Or maybe it’s you?” He taunted and you laughed shrugging.

“I didn’t think it was me but I’ve also played with myself in the spare time or on Skype for him and it seems I can never cause myself to do it.” You admitted biting on your bottom lip.

“Well, let’s look at it and see what we can do.” Hoseok pulled at your panties pulling them down from your hips and off your body. “Legs up kitten.” He called out and you obeyed. Raising up your legs Hoseok brought rope down hanging from the polls on the bed. He gripped at each ankle tying them to a bedpost spreading you wide for him. Moving back to sit down in front of your pussy he rubbed his fingers up and down your slit slowly. He used his hand to spread your pussy lips open watching as your pussy gleamed and a few drops of wetness seeped out. “It seems that you produce water very well so that is a good start.” He nodded his head.

“Oh I stay very wet doctor.” You fisted the covers watching him with lust filled eyes.

“I don’t think your fiancé would agree with you letting another man make you wet kitten. I don’t know if I should even stick my fingers inside to help you out.” He challenged with his fingers stroking at your entrance. Your head rolled back but instead of giving in you pouted batting your eyelashes looking at him.

“But doctor you promised to make me feel better! You insisted. Like you said, it’s our secret, right?” You asked and he groaned nodding.

“Our dirty little secret kitten. Now then let’s see if I can persuade this pussy to do what I want.” Hoseok smiled up at you sliding his ring and middle finger inside of you slowly. He pushed himself knuckles deep leaning forward to lick some of the wetness from your pussy lips. His eyes drank up the sight before him and it only made his want grow deeper. Hoseok watched your lips part he could feel how warm and wet you were. How your walls fit snug around his fingers and he couldn’t help but wonder how good they would feel around his cock as he pounded into you. But one thing at a time. Hoseok started to pull his fingers back, only to push them back forward fingering you slowly. His eyes held yours for a moment, his thumb reaching up to tap against your clit causing your hips to jerk. He smirked rubbing it in using a circular motion on you before he changed it to just up and down. His fingers curved inside of you and he increased his speed standing up to tower over your bound body. He pushed his fingers a bit deeper curving them to make a come-hither motion inside of you. Soon he was scissoring you out adding a third finger inside of you. “It seems your pussy is so tight. Your fiancé doesn’t fuck you too much, does he?” He asked you trying to keep a conversation going his other hand caressing the inside of your thighs causing them to shake as you breathed out.

“He is always busy. S-so he doesn’t get to play with kitten that much. But kitten gets just as busy with things so-“ Your head rolled back as you let out a loud cry trying to keep your hips still.

“Mmm. It sounds like you both need to learn how to time manage.” Hoseok scolded fingering his digits faster inside of your pussy. Lewd squelching noises could be heard as he moved his three fingers inside of you. Your stomach tightened and Hoseok noticed every little movement you made.

“We try.” You huffed out gently.

“Try harder.” He growled at you, fucking growled at you. Crying out your head hit the sheets. He knew how wet that made you, how weak that got you. He started to shake his hand side to side pushing his thick fingers deeper inside of you. Using such force, he had to control himself, his veins popping out his neck and his muscles flexing as he let his speed pick up. He was rewarded with your wetness, your body writhing as you hollered out his name legs jerking. You squirted for him, the wetness getting on his arm and the sheets under you and a little bit on the bottom of his shirt. Hoseok moaned as he watched you continuing to pull your wetness from you for a few more seconds before he took his hand back. He grinned wickedly licking on his fingers watching you. “Well. I don’t think it’s your body that’s the problem. You both are probably doing something wrong.”

“Are you sure. It wasn’t just pure luck?” You asked breathing deeply against the sheets pushing back up to rest on your elbows. Hoseok eyes glinted with something you couldn’t read. Instead of saying anything he shoved his three fingers back inside of you shaking them like he had done moving them side to side.

“Hoseok!” You shouted out rolling back against the bed hips jerking as you tried to fuck his fingers your fingers pulling harder onto the sheets. He smirked in success pulling his fingers back after another round of your water covered the sheets and him. He licked his fingers again pulling off the white lab coat and throwing it on his desk. He rubbed his hands together going to get on his knees in front of you. He let his tongue lick up and down your slit. He leaned close to place his mouth on your pussy moaning as he licked your pussy slowly. He licked on your clit slowly and even slower he let his tongue move down to your entrance circling it around your opening before he pulled back and went down lower. Spreading your ass cheeks wide he pressed his warm tongue against your asshole. He looked up at you slowly sliding his tongue into your ass hole groaning as the tightness sucked him in and gripped around his muscle. He used his thumb to press back against your clit just holding it there causing you to let out a needy whine. Your hand move to grab at his hair.

“Who told you to touch the doctor?” Hoseok asked as he pulled back from you to peer down at you. Wordlessly you let his hair go but he slapped your pussy demanding an answer.

“No one! I’m sorry d..”

“D?” He asked and you puffed out your cheeks.

“I’m sorry doctor.” You replied coolly. He leaned forward to bite against your thigh leaving a purple hickey before he pulled back moving to open his drawer once again. He pulled out some toys moving back to the bed setting them down beside you.

He pressed a ridged dildo against your pussy. Turning on a little button to make it vibrate he rubbed it up and down your dripping pink slit. He tapped it against your entrance watching as it got coated with your juices. He slid in the toy into your pussy making sure it was deep inside thrusting it in and out slowly. His other hand grabbed at some lube under the bed, he poured it on crystal pink jeweled butt plug letting his fingers circle the toy around your entrance. Slowly he pushed it inside of your tight asshole. You grunted in slight pain and he leaned over to take your nipples back into his mouth sucking on them before he pulled back to let his mouth travel upwards. He sucked on your skin, tongue darting out to lick across your collarbone he littered your skin with dark bruises. He buried his face in your neck inhaling your intoxicating scent. Moaning your name softly he thrusted the toy harder inside of your pussy. The bumps and ridges grazed your walls causing your hips to circle. He pulled back to push his forehead against yours looking in your eyes. He pressed a few tiny kisses against your lips.

“Your pussy is talking baby girl. Let me hear you.” He cooed licking across your bottom lip and you nodded giving in. Opening your mouth a bit wider you moaned for him, his hand picking up the speed more with the toy he wanted to make you cum as many times as you would let him. He leaned down to lick across your clit nibbling on it gently. “I love it when my kitten is being so good for me.” He breathed out against your soaked pussy eyeing you with want and need the look alone had you wanted to cum.

“D-doctor please.” You breathed out head rolling back and back arching off the soft sheets gently.

“Yes go on.” He called out flicking his tongue faster against your pussy.

“Can I cum please?” You asked him, your stomach was tightening and you were gripping the toy for dear life. Hoseok hummed looking at you before he bit on the inside of your thigh humming against your skin. “No hold it.” He warned picking up speed yet again watching as your body trembled against the bed. You opened your mouth wanting to protest but with one flick of his wrist he was hard against your spot fucking you and he knew he had you. You continued to suck on the air licking your chapped lips cursing silently to yourself. You didn’t know how long you could last with him fucking your spot. Your body writhed against the sheets, sweat starting to form at the center of your forehead, your body was starting to heat up more it was crazy how much restraint you had. It hurt in the most pleasurable of ways. He licked up your pussy to your stomach licking around the flesh he bit harshly on your spot against your belly button causing you to holler out, your orgasm trickling down slowly as you released. Hoseok immediately pulled the toy back glaring down at you. He crawled on the bed gripping at your hair harshly he pulled you up.

“I’m so sorry!” You cried out but Hoseok wasn’t hearing it. He shoved the toy into your mouth with the vibrations still on. He jammed it into your mouth causing you to deepthroat it choking lightly he pushed it down your throat enjoying the spit that he was causing on falling from your lips down to your chin. Your eyes were watery but he had no mercy. He pulled the toy back slapping the wet item against your breast and your cheeks and shoved it back into your mouth to make you suck your juices off some more. Once he was done he turned off the toy and threw it on the bed, grabbing at his glasses to take them off so they wouldn’t be in the way anymore. He moved to grab at your ankles and you felt your stomach drop lower into your legs. You thought it would be over but Hoseok gripped at your ankles pulling you down and off the bed onto your knees.

You watched as he slowly stripped himself of all of his clothes and folded them up to press them on the desk. He looked at you walking towards you slowly. “You know what to do.” He said clenching his teeth.

“Yes daddy.” You mewled slightly grabbing his cock with your hands. Your hand pumped him once before your tongue went from your parted lips to flick across his slit. You started to suck on his head not wanting to tease the man anymore because you were in trouble. You started to suck harder on his shaft instantly hollowing your cheeks to suck him in deeper. Your hand played with his balls as you bobbed your head up and down quickly. He was loving it. His hands moved to tangle into your smooth locks, he pulled on your hair pulling your head down until you were taking him inch for inch. Your nose pressing against the base of his dick. You looked up at him, he spread his legs wide, moaning as you swallowed around him. Of course, you choked a little bit and your eyes watered but for him you took it all. Pulling back from him you moved your lips to lick across his balls sucking and playing with them your hand worked on stroking him faster. He growled slightly the pleasure building up in his body. Hoseok couldn’t hold too much. “On the bed. Now.” Hoseok weakly growled out voice quivering as he watched you move around.

You moved to crawl on the bed, laying on your back. Hoseok pulled you to him once again spreading your legs wide he let his cock twitch and tap against your heat. He started to grind himself against you crawling over you. Hoseok eyed you letting his cock get more wet with your juices. He let the tip of his cock graze against your clit. “You came without permission. So, in order for me to fuck you, then you need to beg.” He ordered in a stern voice.

“I want daddy inside of my tight little pussy. I need daddy to make it better to stretch me out. I need daddy pounding into me fucking my brain out. Making me weak taking my breath away. I want my daddy’s cum deep inside of my slutty little pussy. I want to feel every inch being slammed into me-“ Hoseok cut you off slamming his hips forward to bury himself inside of your tight pussy. His hand pressing against your throat lightly pinning you to bed he started to lurch his hips forward burying himself to the hilt each town he entered inside of you. Your voice failed you and it was replaced with screams and you were trying to focus on feeling every inch of him. Hoseok smirked taking out the anal plug from your asshole. His thumb was replaced and he thrusted it in and out of you causing you to feel more full and take him in. He used his dancing hips on you winding and grinding his hips against your body not breaking the space as his balls slapped your ass. He looked down at you feeling his cock throb inside of you the need to release was deep. Your walls were so warm and intoxicating and he couldn’t do anything but he had to hold out for you. Closing his hand tighter around your neck he closed off your air using his force to slide you up and down the bed with every thrust. He watched as the air drained from your body, your hands were beside you until your air was getting cut off. Slowly using all of your strength you whimpered out to press your hand on top of his as you were blacking out. Hoseok moved his thumb from your ass snapping against your spot. He released your throat barking out one demand.

“Cum.” Hoseok commanded using both hands to slam you down on his cock.

“Thank you, daddy!” You cried out as the pleasure rushed through your body. Your juices were slipping out of your pussy unstopped as Hoseok without mercy fucked you into the mattress. He watched you unravel and lose yourself for him. With a few more thrusts he was burying thick white loads of cum inside of you. He leaned over you moving his hands up your body to rest on his elbows. He rested on top of you breathing deeply. His colored hair plastered against his forehead as he looked at you with his bangs falling in his eyes. Sweat dripping off of his face Hoseok picked you up off of the bed shaking his head. He started to slam you up and down on his cock, your hands pressing down on his shoulder blades and you shouted out, your pussy feeling overstimulated and very sensitive. He fucked you like a ragdoll snapping his hips against yours bruising your hips with his own. Your ass was becoming sore again as the pain from the slapping came back. He smirked biting on your bottom lip as he let his erected cock plow into you. Since you were in such a state you were cumming again on his cock tears streaming down from your face as you let your voice ring out for him. Gibberish trying to come out as you spoke Hoseok groaned cumming with you releasing a few more ropes of cum. Your name falling from his lips and a few cruse words. He held your body against his pressing kisses up your neck before he laid sideways with you. Smiling softly down at you he played in your sweaty hair humming tiredly.

“How did I do princess?” He asked cupping your cheeks.

“Princess is thoroughly fucked and very happy now daddy.” You complimented your lover kissing his lips deeply. “Just promise you will never cheat.” You teased and he chuckled.

“I’m such a horrible doctor. I don’t think I would last all day. But I can cure your sadness. Because I’m your hope and your sunshine. But you’re my everything and nothing can compare to you. So don’t ever forget that.” He spoke softly. You let your fingers cup his cheek stroking his skin you giggled looking up at the ceiling.

“I’m glad you feel that way though because I don’t want to share-“ You were cut off by a soft snore and being startled you looked down at Hoseok who was fast asleep with one arm tightening around your waist keeping you close. Laughing softly you kissed on his lips shutting your eyes as well knowing that since he was buried inside of you he would wake you up with sex soon.

S’agapo

Summary [REQUEST]: Great! I wanted to request an AU where the reader has a family member in the hospital, and Bucky is a doctor there. And the reader is really depressed and scared (she also hates hospitals). She is at the hospital basically every day, and Bucky and her get close and then maybe some fluffy romance ignites? Thank you! And if you don’t like his AU then that’s okay. :)

Warnings: some angst, talk of suicide, extreme amounts of fluff

Word count: 4,7k - relax, get settled, have a cup of tea or a glass of wine. this is gonna be a fluff fest.

IT’S MY BIRTHDAYY!!! YAY! Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!

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Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

The cold, pale walls of the hospital room where your sister laid disgusted you. You hated hospitals. They reminded you of death; the sanitized smell like someone just spent hours cleaning up a huge mess and the staff in their boring blue scrubs, you hated it all. You were soaking in a hot bath when your mother called you and told you to rush to the hospital – your sister had been in an accident. You live outside the city so it took you 45 agonizing minutes to enter the city and get to the hospital where you found your mother shaking, tears streaming down her face. A car accident, nobody’s fault, just terrible weather and driving over the speed limit, until she crashed. You didn’t want to be here but you definitely weren’t leaving your precious sister’s side. You didn’t know who needed you the most – her or your mother, who was a complete wreck.

You sat next to her bed, your head resting on your perched up knees, arms wrapped around them. Your mother had finally fallen asleep as she was now resting on the couch across the bed. You were fatigued yourself, your eyes constantly falling shut as you fought a tiresome battle. You were about to give in and rest for a bit when the door suddenly opened and in walked a man wearing a white lab coat. You shot up from your chair, taking a step towards the man to assess him. He had a kind face with an uncomfortable look on it. He was tall, almost towering over you. Chocolate colored hair, longer, tied in a neat bun and a few days worth of stubble. Your mother was woken by the commotion as she stood up as well and stood next to you.

’’Are you the doctor?’’ she asked. 

The man nodded and offered his hand. ’’I’m Doctor Barnes. How are you both feeling? Can I get you anything?’’ 

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A person who requested to be anon prompted: 

For the Captain America, could I see something cute/heartwarming with Sam Wilson hanging out with some refugee school kids?  

“Hey – who’re the kids?” Sam asked, standing in the lobby of Stark Tower. They had great coffee in the residential levels, but sometimes you just jonesed for a Starbucks and a cake pop. 

A troop of children, probably between about six and fourteen, were following a guy in a white lab coat through the lobby, all of them wearing visitor’s lanyards. 

Natasha took a sip of her latte. “Arno’s Kids.”

“Who’s Arno?”

“Tony’s grandfather.”

Sam whistled low. “Old man got around.”

She smacked him on the arm. “It’s a program the Maria Stark Foundation started. They take on refugee families, make sure they have basic supplies, give the kids some field trips so the parents have some me-time.”

“So why Arno?”

“Arno was an immigrant. He arrived with the clothes on his back and a smile. Tony thinks he was fleeing something.” 

“Huh,” Sam said, finishing his cake pop. “Hey, I’ll catch up with you later, ok?” he said, and Natasha grinned at the look in his eye.

***

Sam, who was conscious of good branding, almost always wore a Cap shield shirt when he went out these days. His logo had little wings on either side, just to remind people oh yeah, Falcon is Cap now

His plan worked like a charm for the kids; he hustled his ass onto the elevator with them, and saw several sets of eyes widen as he turned around, waiting for the door to close. Just after it did, one of the kids tugged on his pants pocket.

“Captain America?” she asked. “Sam Wilson Captain America?”

He grinned at her and offered his hand even as the field trip docent opened her mouth to scold. “Yeah, I’m Captain America. You must be Arno’s Kids, huh?” he asked, and several of them gasped. “I thought I’d come along today. You’re going to the robotics museum?”

The door dinged open on the lobby of the tenth floor robotics museum. The docent gaped at him.

“It’s cool, right?” Sam asked her, with a wide grin. She nodded. “Awesome. Hey, you guys wanna see a robot that can pick up and throw a water balloon?” 

They all cheered, clustering around him like chicks as he led the way to the Splatter Zone (Tony knew his target market when it came to kids and robots). Most of them ran immediately for the robot that was very obviously the designated throwing machine, but one of the little ones held back with Sam. He put up his hand, and Sam thought he wanted him to hold it, but instead he patted the back of Sam’s hand with his. They had about the same skin color.

“Captain America,” the kid said, awed, staring at their hands. 

“You want me to pick you up so you can see?” Sam asked. 

“Yes please!” 

Sam hefted the kid up, holding him around the waist with one arm. The boy leaned forward, spreading his arms, and announced, “Falcon!” 

“That’s right, kid, Captain America and Falcon,” Sam assured him, and then everyone was distracted when a robot flung a water balloon twenty feet – straight up in the air. 

Sam wiped water out of his eyes and grinned. He’d have to have a talk with Tony about working a little Captain America Time into the Arno’s Kids program. 

Delirium {Aylumswap Sans x Doctor! Frisk}

_She was so good, so kind, so trusting, of those around her.

Even if they didn’t necessarily deserve it. _

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 Tip, tap, tip, tap, tip, tap, tip, tap.

 The sound of shoes on the pristine linoleum floor.

 The florescent lights casting a white glow on everything under them. 

 Was that her coming down the hallway? 

 He hoped so.

 He’d seen her yesterday, less than twenty four hours ago, but it felt like years.

With no clock to tell him otherwise, he had started to believe it actually _had _been years.

 All he knew was that it had been far too long since he’d seen her last.

 The knob on the door jiggled.

He jolted to attention.

The sound of a key entering the heavy padlock. 

 His eyes widened, the lights that served as pupils in his sockets shrinking to pinpricks in focus.

 The door opened a crack, letting light into his somewhat dimmed world.

 He stumbled to his feet, almost falling over before steadying himself.

His arms were restrained, locked in place by the straps of his straight jacket and reducing his balance to that of a newborn baby bird.

 The door opened fully, nearly blinding him with the intensity of the lights of the hallway.

And there she stood.

 "Good morning, Sans.“ 

 that wonderful wonderful wonderful voice oh how he loved the sound of it 

** **

 A flood of emotions washed over him at the sight of her, the sound of her voice sending him reeling

.

Happiness, at seeing her again.

 Relief, that she had come back even after last time. 

 Confusion, at why she left in the first place.

 Anger, that she didn’t stay. 

 Sadness, that he couldn’t make her stay.

 … Joy, simply at having her in the same room as him.

 Excitement, in its’ purest form, rushed over him once more and a smile, almost maniacal, stretched across his face.

He tore at his restraints, pulling and struggling, unable to use his magic to help free himself due to the nature of the cell he was confined in.

 Just like the other rooms that contained monstrous, magically-inclined patients, the walls were made of magic-proof padding that muted the abilities of the inmates contained within. 

 He whined, a keening sound directed at the woman before him and requesting her assistance in removing the offending restraints. 

 She obliged, and, much to his delight, came closer to unbuckle the straps and set him loose. 

 yes yes yes come closer closer closer please please please

** **

 Once she had unbuckled the last strap, his arms were around her, crushing him to her and leaving no space in between.

 "Miss Frisk!” he cried.

 Tears sprung to his eyes when her hand caressed the back of his skull in the softest way.

She treated him so_ gently_.

She wrapped her arms around him, returning the embrace.

 She laughed, that beautifully soft laugh that made his insides flutter and his magic spark inside his chest.

“How are you today, Sans? The doctors haven’t been giving you a hard time, have they?” She asked. 

 He looked up at her from where he’d buried his face in her chest.

“They pricked me again after you left yesterday,” he said, before adding in a somewhat pouty voice, “I don’t like it when they prick me. The medicine in the red vial feels weird.”

 She made a sad face.

She had been making those more often. 

 no no no don’t be sad smile for me smile smile smile please please please

 "I’m sorry to hear that. But…Sans,“ she said. “You know why they had to inject you. You were losing control again, and there was no other way to calm you down." 

 He held her tighter.

 He whined and pulled on her, signaling that he wanted to sit down.

She understood and they sank to the floor, Sans still clinging and showing no intention of letting go anytime soon.

 "You calm me down,” Sans said quietly, his head rested on Frisks’ shoulder. “Better than some stupid drug…" 

 She stroked the back of his skull.

His sockets fluttered shut, the sweet smell of her hair lulling him into a sense of security. 

 so good so sweet so wonderful so beautiful so trusting and all mine mine mine

 "I suppose,” Frisk said. “But I can’t always be here when you need me.”

 Sans buried his face further into her hair.

 "I have other jobs to do in the hospital, you know.“ 

 Sans dug his phalanges into the back of her stark white lab coat.

 "I have other patients to see, and take care of-" 

 ”Brother talked to me again last night!“ Sans blurted. 

 This stunned Frisk into silence.

She looked down at her small charge, her eyes widening. 

 Sans saw this expression and matched it with a teary-eyed look of his own, before trying to hide his face in her coat once more.

 Frisk held him at arms length, however; she refused to let him get closer.

 Sans often talked about his ‘brother’, an older,  taller skeleton monster who was supposedly held in a maximum security cell deep beneath the hospital. His presence in the institution was practically a legend, it being said that he was one of the strongest and most unstable patients, and only certain doctors and scientists were allowed to be near him; his powers included telekinesis, teleportation, telepathy(which is probably how he was able to communicate with Sans so easily), and other abilities that even the highest security prisons were loathe to handle. 

 It just so happened that Sans had those same abilities, however dulled down they were… 

 …And madness seemed to run in their family, unfortunately.

 Frisk stared into the eyes of her most prominent patient, his blue pupils staring back at her with an air of fear. 

 Sans didn’t appreciate being held so far away, so used to being kept close, and fought out of Frisks’ grip before falling into her and grasping around her midsection once more.

He couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t wrap her arms around him like normal.

 no no no no don’t don’t please don’t you dare turn away hold me love me i need you

** **

 "Sans." 

 Her voice.

 "What did your brother say to you?”

 He thought about it. 

 "He said,“ Sans paused. "He told me what happens to him…down in the basement.”

 Frisk set her hands on either side of Sans’ skull and pulled him to look at her.

“What happens to him?" 

 Sans was silent, staring into the warm hazel of her eyes.

He covered the hands on his cheeks with his own and looked away, worrying his bony lower lip between his teeth.

 "The doctors are really mean down there. He gets pricked almost constantly, and they shock him.” Sans stated. “He doesn’t get mad easily, but it makes him really angry when he can’t fight back.”

Sans stared off into the corner, seemingly focused on one point. 

 "They even make him wear this special face mask that puts sleepy poison inside him,“ He continued. "It makes it so he can’t move, and…so they can take magic from him. He says he hates all the people who work here, and that I should too.”

 Frisks’ thoughts went to a dark place. Taking magic…what did that imply? And what would happen if this ‘brother’ ever escaped? She shuddered to think about the carnage that would most likely follow.

 She didn’t notice when a blushing Sans added quietly, “I could never hate you, though.”

 never never never i could never hate you you’re my one ray of light in this hell

 "There’s one doctor he likes, however. A lady with red hair that’s covered in yellow flowers. She’s nice to him, he said. “ Sans continued. "She doesn’t hurt him when she goes in his room like the others. She just sits there and talks to him, and he likes listening to her, even if he can’t talk back. She even reads to him sometimes, like you read to me!” Sans’ manic grin was starting to show again as he got excited. 

 Frisk mulled that information over. A lady with red hair (by 'covered in yellow flowers’ he must have meant the hairpins she wore every day); that sounded like Chara, one of the emotional therapists assigned to the more…stable, less magical wards.

What was she doing handling one of the most violent patients in the facility? 

 Frisk didn’t have time to dwell on it.

 The intercom outside the room buzzed, signaling that someone from the main office was trying to call her.

 She pried the small monsters’ arms off of her gently (or as gently as she could given the death grip he had on her), and went to the door, leaving Sans on his haunches with small tears in his sockets. 

She noticed passingly that he was trembling.

That usually meant he could tell she was going to leave; which would most definitely lead to a bad time. 

 She opened the door enough to see the small speaker on the wall next to the door frame. She pressed the red button on its’ plastic casing, accepting the call.

 "This is Dr. Dreemurr, how can I help you?“

 The nasally voice of the receptionist answered. "Dr. Dreemurr? Yeah, you’re needed on the third floor. Recovery Ward B-2, the little girl with the head injury. She’s scheduled for a checkup today, and, just letting you know, you’re a tad late for it. Ms. Spinner told me to call and see if you were still in the mental ward." 

 Frisk rolled her eyes in exasperation. She’d lost track of time again. Dammit, why hadn’t someone called sooner?

 "Of course, tell Ms. Spinner I’ll be there as soon as I can. And tell her to wait until I get there to do anything. That poor little girl is still fragile and I don’t want her in any more pain than necessary.”

 As Frisk was ending her conversation, Sans was starting to get antsy. He pushed himself to his feet, head angled towards the floor. 

 He started mumbling under his breath, incoherent sounds and whispers flowing from his mouth as his hands clenched at the fabric of his pants. He stared at the ground, glaring, while his magic sparked in his socket and cast a blue glow in the low light of the padded cell.

 ”You’re going to leave now, aren’t you?“ 

 Frisks’ hand froze over the comms’ button.

 She slowly lowered it.

This happened every single time. 

 She’d spend close to three hours with Sans (more time than she spent with any other patient on a daily basis) and he’d still have a hard time letting her go. And while he’d never actually hurt her, the threat was still _very _real. 

Still, she furrowed her brow and turned to face him, determination sparking in her gaze. She just needed to be firm with him, like always.

“Sans, you know I can’t stay. There’s someone else who needs me right now.”

 no no no not more than i need you stay stay stay

 Sans let out a strangled noise in the back of his throat, more glowing tears oozing out of his sockets, down his face, and collecting in puddles on the floor. A sob shook him. 

He was trembling uncontrollably, looking about ready to collapse.

Frisks’ expression softened. Although she knew he was most likely faking it, Frisk couldn’t stand to see him so distressed. 

She went to the small monster, allowing him to cling to her. She rubbed soothing circles into the back of his skull. 

“I’ll be back tomorrow, like always. You know I’d never abandon you, Sans.” Sans sniffled, nuzzling his face into her shirt.

 ”Promise?“ 

 Frisk smiled at him when he looked up at her. “I promise.”

 Sans lowered his gaze back to the ground. 

He slowly, shakily loosened his grip on Frisks’ waist and took one trembling step back. 

 Frisk slowly stepped away from him, giving him plenty of space. She half-turned to the door, keeping an eye trained on the still-crying monster.

 It broke her heart to see him cry, it really did, but if she stayed to comfort him he probably wouldn’t let her leave for another couple of hours.

 Frisk opened the door and stepped out into the sterilized hallway. She closed the door behind as quickly and as quietly as she could. 

She swiped her ID card over the scanner, locking the heavy mechanism and sealing her charge inside. 

 Frisk started down the hallway.

 She got halfway to the elevator before the screams started. 

 Screams of agony and pain and anger, paired with the vibrant cyan of uncontrolled magic casting shadows in her wake.

Short Skirt, Long Jacket

My ADD is preventing me from focusing on any established fics of mine… HOWEVER, I do have all these random one shots to grace you with until I can get back on track. Here’s another for your viewing pleasure:


                                          She is fast and thorough
                                             And sharp as a tack
                                          She’s touring the facility
                                            And picking up slack
                 I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnnng…. lonnng jacket


Jamie was surrounded by 200 college freshmen, the odor of illegal alcohol and barely contained sexuality overpowering the small lecture hall. Of course, this was entirely his fault. He had postponed taking this class for three and a half years, only sitting in the crowded room because he wanted very much to graduate on time.

“Transitions.” That’s what they called it. A required course where professionals come in and talk about their careers for nine weeks straight. Trying to convince 18 year olds why taxidermy was right for them. Or something like that. Jamie never paid attention. He already knew his future.

But, attendance was mandatory, and he could stab Professor What’s-His-Face in the eye for that. With a dull pencil.

“Alright, y’all,” Professor Cowboy droned in that ridiculous accent of his. “Our next speaker is a Doctor. A surgeon Give her a hand.”

There was a smattering of claps scattered through the hall.

Yawn. Another doctor. How many had spoken to them at this point? 10? 15? Jamie should have kept a tally. Lord knew he wasn’t doing anything else in this class.

“Thank you. Hello, everyone.” The lilting English accent whispered across Jamie’s ears, a welcome respite from the harsh tones he was used to in America. He tore his eyes away from his doodles to take a peek at this doctor.

She stood about a foot above Professor Whoever, her dark curls stacking an additional two inches. She wore a pristine white lab coat over her blouse and short skirt. Probably shorter than was professionally necessary, but Jamie didn’t mind. She was young and pretty. Younger and prettier than any doctor he’s ever met.

“As Professor Wilkins said, I am Dr. Claire Beauchamp. I am the Chief Surgeon over at Mercy. The youngest they’ve ever had, actually.” Jamie heard the pride in her voice, and felt a similar emotion swell in his chest. “But, let me tell you a bit about what I do. As Chief Surgeon, I have many responsibilities These include…”

Her voice was a song; expressive to a fault, pouring passion and enthusiasm in every word she spoke. Her hands conducted this chorus, moving widely in flourishes and swings. He thought her very much a magician that captivates her audience with a sleight of hand and a charming smile.

“…That was probably the most exciting. Does anyone have any questions?” She looked expectantly at the class, most of them slack-jawed and wide-eyed. Definitely intimidated by this woman. “You! Red hair in the green shirt! Back row!”

The class turned in practiced unison. Only belatedly did Jamie realize she was talking to him.

“Me? I dinna have a question.” He had many questions, actually, but none were pertinent to the conversation at hand.

“Oh? No? I thought I saw your hand raise…” She grinned then, mischievous little vixen. “Oh, well. Anyone else?”

A couple hands flew in the air, wondering about her salary and marital status. These bored him. He already knew the answers.


He saw her standing by a hand-me-down Imperial Lebaron. She could afford a newer car, no problem, but she didn’t want to. Her uncle fixed it up for her when she got her license. For a woman of math and science, she was a bit of a sentimental.

Jamie ran tiptoed, careful not to splash in the Spring puddles. Arm outstretched, he grabbed a handful of round, white-clad flesh.

She turned indignant, fist already clenched. Feisty wee thing. Her eyes softened then, a honey-whiskey concoction that always soothed his ailments.

She rose to kiss his stubbled cheek.

“And how’s my little collegiate?” There was that smile again, the mischievous one. The one he saw multiple times a day.

“Ach, I’m fine. We had a speaker in class today, ken? The loveliest creature I’ve ever seen…”

“Should I be jealous?” She placed her cheek against his, and whispered in his ear.

“Never,” he breathed back before pulling away. “Why did ye no tell me ye were coming to speak to my class?”

“I wanted to surprise you! You should have seen your face when you looked up and saw me!” She giggled then, dimples pulling at her cheeks.

“I canna believe ye managed to keep it a secret! Yer a terrible liar.”

“Lie by omission. It’s a bit easier.”

“A lovely surprise. Though, I canna say I’m thrilled about this skirt. Ye had boys-barely men!- staring at ye, mouths agape!” He pulled at the hem then, trying to stretch it past her knees. She blushed then, a pink rose blooming on her skin.

“It wasn’t for them,” she mumbled. “It was for you!”

“I ken that fine. But, Christ!”

“Are you going to punish me for it?” She was challenging him, teasing him.

“Aye, Sassenach.” He opened the car door for her. Then, leaning down, nipped her bottom lip. “And ye’ll no like it one bit.”

That grin… Those melting eyes…

“No. I’m sure I won’t…”

Bonding Time Pt. 1 | Joker X Reader

  Warning: This post contains smut, daddy kink, domination and submissiveness, etc. You have been warned ;) 

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

      Jokers cold blue and deadly eyes were staring directly at me. He had no emotion shown, it was hard to read what he was thinking. With his eyes locked on my face, I felt heat run to my cheeks and knew I was blushing the darkest shade of pink. Something about the silence between us, about the atmospheric pressure going on… It was intensifying. Something was holding me back from ripping his pants down and riding him on the table, it was the line of keeping out relationship professional and being a close friend. His words interrupted my thoughts when I found myself staring directly back at him.

      “Y’know, Y/N…” he began, sitting back in his seat with the smug look still on his face. “You’re not good at hiding your ah…  feelings, are you?” I furrowed my eyebrows at him, acting confused.

      “You’re smarter than you appear, Mistah J…” he laughed, slouching forward and stopping it as his face remained emotionless again, eyes fixated on mine. He let his eyes wander over my complexion and my face briefly, I watched every movement of his eyes as he did so. When our eyes connected again, it was like something sparked in my stomach. I squeezed my legs together, holding back every little thing that kept this from being unprofessional.

         “But tell me what you think I’m feeling,” he smiled mischievously. While the curvature of his lips pointed up and his lips parting to show his metallic grill, his eyes squinted but remained on me at all times. He shook his head, looking down, chuckling to himself.

         “I don’t need to tell you when the both of us already know, Doctor…”

          I cocked my eyebrow at him, curiosity at it’s peak. Then, he unexpectedly said something that made me freeze in my place.

          “Why don’t cha show daddy what you’re feeling? And if you let me out of this straight jacket, maybe I’ll cheer ya up…”

          My mouth fell open and my eyes flew open, I sat stunned and frozen at what he said. My thoughts started contradicting each other. A part of me wanted to keep our session professional, but another me wanted to suck the hell out of his dick. I looked around at the rectangle mirror, in search of nobody around us or…

         “Don’t cha worry, glass is sound proof. And the two of us <i>know</i> you need a stress reliever…”

          He smiles the same deviant, maniacal and evil smile he did just moments ago. My urges were at the edge of my skin, biting and tempting me to listen to him, to obey for just one day. It wouldn’t hurt to get a taste of…

           “C’mon babygirl…” he tempts. I stand up and reach for a key in my chest pocket and walk over to unlock his straight jacket. He runs it down his arms and shakes it off, I don’t see anything but his pale complexion and many of his tattoos on his back. I found it strange he didn’t have a shirt on, but nevertheless, I wasn’t complaining.

            He turned around and grabbed a fist full of my hair, throwing me on the table, I yelped as a reaction. He growled and lowered his body on mine, taking his free hand and running it up and down my outer left thigh. “Show daddy what he’s working with…”

             I bit my bottom lip, unable to contain myself any longer. My face felt red, and everything felt hot. When he released my hair and sat back in the chair, back against the seat, I sat up and slowly started to take everything off. First was the long, white lab coat. Next came the light blue tee I had on, revealing the black laced push-up bra I had and when my pencil skirt came off, matching underwear were now revealed as well. He growled, and when I looked at his eyes they appeared to be roaming my fair skin, I could tell his body was instantly becoming heated.

               I laid on my back against the cold table that once separated our bodies, our presence. My hands roamed my body, the breeze hitting my skin which created goosebumps and I allowed them to travel all over. My left hand paused at my breast and which I began to grope. My next hand slowly made its way down to my thigh region, he began to move in his seat and while watching his eyes, they were carefully fixated on my crotch and my hand. I rubbed my thighs, groping them as I let my left hand reach underneath my bra, where my index and middle finger connected with my nipple that was fully erect, I could only imagine it was the same with my other breast.

                Before my hand could even touch my sex, J jumped up and ripped my hand away. His beady eyes now connected with mine and I saw something underneath those icy blue eyes of his. I saw lust, and a glance of something else, something I couldn’t make out but was excited to see if he would show me. He took the hand holding my wrist and brought me up to him, where his other hand grabbed the back of my neck and flipped me over and bent me over the table. One hand eventually brought both hands behind my back and held them there, another unhooked my bra and temporarily moved my hands to take my bra completely off. I was halfway exposed to him now, the situation was stirring my body up and he was turning me on. I never knew a psychopathic clown had a… kink.

                  He growled, again. His ambitions became very clear and before I could even let out a moan, his free hand flew in the air and came down on my ass, a slap that echoed off the walls but made no effect on the outside of this room. He continued the process, and after the fifth or sixth one I only began to giggle, groaning and moaning with pleasure whenever he would slap my ass. “Oh, you like that, do ya?” I nodded, not being able to answer through my giggles. His spanking came to a pause and it was silent, my chuckles ended after a few moments. “Well you’re going to hate what I have planned for you, Doctor…”

The Art of Loneliness | 03

Originally posted by bunnysenpa1

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi

Word Count: 4.7k

Genre/Warnings: Angst, Torture

○ Series: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

Description: In the world there are two types of people, them and Carriers. You’re a Carrier, one of the people that have been selected the bear the sadness of the world. You thought that was how you would live and die–at least you did, before you met Suga. 


               You woke up to the feeling of the sun on your skin, an unwelcomed light that had woken you ever morning for the past three weeks. Every day that you woke up was another day that you were alive, and it was one of the worst possible things to realize.

               You sat up, pushing the warmth of the blanket away from you as you snapped yourself awake, forcing yourself out of the comfort of the bed and to the harshness of the cold floor. Every morning you rose with the same dread in your stomach, so powerful that it made it hard for you to eat or drink.

               You’re safe.

               But Suga isn’t.

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Peter Maximoff + “Fatherhood suits you.”

When Hank, in his stark white lab coat, sat both you and your husband Peter down, in his lab with a solemn face and somber eyes only to tell you two that you would never be able to conceive a child both of your hearts broke. That night, and every night for a solid month after that, you, who had always wanted to be a mother would climb in Peter’s arms with swollen red eyes and puffy red cheeks while he would wind his arms around your waist and say ‘Hank doesn’t know what he’s saying babe. We’ll get our kid, even if I have to do you over every piece of furniture in this manson.’

Now if one were to flash forward six years and ten months they would see Hank was wrong.

Despite the hard pregnancy and even more strenuous birth, you had managed to carry a tiny baby girl, Magda Jr-or MJ as Peter dubbed his daughter before she had even been born -to term.

Peter, while you were asleep in one of the schools hospital beds, cradled a bundle of pink blankets in his arms. He was sitting in the uncomfortable chair that was stationed next to his wife’s sleeping form.

“Hi,” he whispered to his sleeping newborn daughter, “I’m your daddy.” Despite having nine whole months to be ready the fact that he and his wife were having the child they longed for, the fact he was going to be a father hadn’t actually hit the speedster until that very moment.

“I am never going to let you get hurt,” he told her thickly, joyful tears welling up in his eyes. He used his right thumb to brush her already long silver locks of hair out of her face, causing her nose to scrunch up. Though she stayed asleep.

‘She’s so tiny,’ Peter thought as he, if it was even possible, brought her closer to his chest.

“I am going to protect you because you missy,” he said, still speaking in a thick whisper, “Are mine and your mommys miracle child. Did you know that?” He asked rhetorically.

“Well did you know that we named you after my mommy? Your nana,” Peter chuckled.

Fatherhood suits you Maximoff,” a groggy voice said. Peter’s eyes snapped up from his daughter to the mother of said daughter, to his beautiful wife.

When you had agreed to date him Peter was exatic, but then when she agreed to marry him-and then actually marry him Peter didn’t think that his life could get better. And then Hank said they couldn’t connective and Peter thought that the memory of her in her stolen white dress would forever be his favorite.

But now, with MJ in his arms fast asleep and you glowing, despite the fact that you not only looked tired beyond belief but your hair was still sticking to her forehead Peter knew this moment in time would be his favorite.

“Really?” He grinned, and you nodded.

“But not as much motherhood suites me,” she grinned. Peter couldn’t help but laugh at her.

“Come on,” he said, readjusting MJ in his arms, “We both know she’ll be a daddy’s girl.” And instead of refuting it, you smiled softly at him, and took a deep breath, gazing at both him and MJ with a look of pure adoration.

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Not All Wounds Heal (Part 2/?) (Stark/SHIELD x reader)

Part 1

Tony Stark wasn’t used to being told no.  It would happen from time to time, of course, but it made it no less tolerable with each time; in fact, this time was quickly becoming his final straw as he stared back at the Emergency Room receptionist like she was an alien with three heads, speaking in a language that he couldn’t quite understand. “Do you know who I am?”

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Here, have some extra Lost/Unwound Future angst:

I just realised that when Claire went to the lab on her last day alive in the past, she was wearing green pants and a white lab coat. This must mean that the outfit she wears during the present-day events of Lost Future must have been acquired after she arrived in the future. 

Dimitri was the first on the scene after the explosion, so he found Claire’s body amid the rubble wearing these clothes she’d changed into in the future, an image which he likely carried with him for the rest of his life. This means he probably recognised the outfit when Claire first put it on, 10 years later. 

Can you imagine Dimitri’s growing unease as Claire (or “Celeste”) slowly accumulates more pieces of clothing during her stay, a blue jacket here, a yellow scarf there, and he’s not sure why he’s uncomfortable when she wears them, until one day when she combines them in a particular way and suddenly it clicks and he realises that he doesn’t like them because he’s seen them on her before. 

These are the clothes she’s going to die in. 

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*sweats* okay look I can explain-

For uh undisclosed reasons, I wondered what it would look like if the two beloved spicy beef bois of the Pokemon fandom were fused and uh well,,,WELLL,,,

(Real talk though its because I saw a dude at the beach in a blue wetsuit with a white lab coat over it. The fusion’s name is Naupaka. Chill but loud duncle. INTENSE WHEN EEXXCITED)

i. i grasp a branch, protruding from a sturdy trunk like a flower emerging from a root. another, another, wandering fingers, a curious child’s, reaching for branch after branch on a ladder of trembling tree arms leading me into the white clouds, into heaven. into a marina on the horizon, boats docked to fragments of blue sky.

ii. still a guileless child, i stare through the eyes of a god, clear with innocence, from the top of an evergreen tree. staring at my aunt’s lion mane of tightly curled red hair pulled about by the wind, at my great uncle’s feather-soft gray hair and lab coat white like an angel’s.

iii. daughter of gods and deities, hearing the sky song and tumbling down, letting rain splinter my face like pieces of firmament eager to freckle my cheeks. child of the sky and sea and blooming things in between, scraping smooth hands against the rough tree trunk, sliding down into the terra firma and letting it swallow me.

—  an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #321 // youth
Patient Namjoon(Namjoon Version Smut)

Well, I know I said i wanted this to be a Dr. Namjoon smut but I’ve decided to make him the patient this go round. You’ll see why..  In my next smut which is the threesome with Namseok. This story is a special story for all of you but for four people especially. @dlcute @princess-of-luxury @xnamjoons-slutx@thegirlthatlikesasianboys

I don’t know how to warn you other than saying this is an smut that you may not want to read if you don’t like bdsm that much. It’s also AMBW. I don’t even want to tell you guys what kinks is in it. Just read it. You’ll enjoy it. Word Count: 5501

Your name: submit What is this?

Sitting at your desk with your legs propped open underneath the closed space your fingers danced across your wet clit, the soft sounds of your pussy being played with echoing throughout the quiet room. You had your lab coat bunched around your hips, sliding one finger inside of you curving and wiggling it to find your spot. Back arching a soft sigh left your lips as you felt your stomach muscles starting to clench indicating you would cum soon.

“Ms. Y/N I’m here for my appointment!” A familiar husky voiced called from the door. Jumping you pulled your hands from your wet pussy straightening up as Namjoon pushed open the cracked door and came inside.

“O-oh yes hello Namjoon please come take a seat, I’ll be right with you.” You spoke softly your cheeks flaming with heat.

“Is everything ok?” You heard him ask slowly, the mock concern in his tone made you groan inwardly. What if he found out you were fingering yourself? You would be in so much fucking trouble. Shaking your head, you straightened up faking a sneeze and quickly reaching for the tissue to wipe your fingers and your nose looking back at him.

“Oh, good heavens! I’m so sorry about this Namjoon please forgive me I have to go wash my hands and make sure you don’t get sick.” He smiled with understanding moving to sit in the chair beside you. Getting up you quickly dashed into the bathroom in the hallway washing off your fingers, scrubbing them so that he would only smell strawberries if he was to for some strange reason grab at your fingers. Smiling up at yourself you fixed your white lab button up coat, looking down to check and make sure your red pumps were intact. Hair and lipstick was straight and thankfully not sweaty. You made your way back into the room and Namjoon lifted his head to give you a bright smile his dimples showing as he drank you in.

“My my Y/N. You’re such a beautiful doctor.” He purred lightly sitting up a bit.

“Thank you Namjoon. You’re such a handsome patient. But I’m sure my fiancé wouldn’t like it if he found out you said such things or if I did so let’s keep this professional.” You smirked walking towards your desk.

“Professional. Got it!” Namjoon stretched out, his long limbs moving with him. You watched as the peak of his abs came out while his shirt rose the little teasing show causing your breath to stop momentarily, his hand swiped across your pen holder on the desk in the midst of him stretching causing him to knock it over. “Doctor! I’m so sorry.” He was going to bend down to reach it but you stopped him with your hand up.

“No need. I got this.” Bending over, you picked up the pen holder, also taking your time to pick up the pens as well. Your lab coat had rose up your legs, you knew the peak of your blue underwear were on display for him, how quiet he had gotten. You could feel him becoming stiff, you could feel that heated glare staring at your chocolate thighs and your nice round ass. You knew also that the panties you had on were a size too small showing the outline of your pussy how it would give him a clear view of it with your legs squeezed together.

“All better.” You smiled once the pens were up putting them on the desk sitting back in your black swivel chair grabbing at your dark blue notepad flipping it to a clean sheet of paper. You grabbed at a blank pen looking at Namjoon.

“So, what can I do for you today sir?” You asked him, seeing the faintest of a jaw clench you felt victory in your gut but you made no move to say anything right now.

“Well Y/N –“

“It’s Dr. Y/N.”

“Y/N” Namjoon rasped out your name and you swallowed thick nodding your head.

“Y/N it is then. Continue.”

“Do you always interrupt your patients?” Namjoon asked you. Scoffing you glared at him pinching the bridge of your nose. You clenched your teeth together before you looked up at him who was looking expectantly at you. “Well?”

“Well I was trying to let you speak. No I do not interrupt my patients usually but also my patients don’t try to test my patience.” You growled your voice rising a bit.

“Are you getting an attitude with me?” He asked his voice changing tone lightly and you shook your head.

“I’m not. Let’s start again. I am thankfully that you have come in today to see me. I just want to help you, because I’m the doctor! And whatever you need I will give it to you.” You smiled hesitantly squirming in your seat as he watched you.

“Very well then.” He rumbled out flicking his tongue across his bottom lip. “Doctor. Y/N. Lately I have been feeling a bit tired, my energy is not all the way there. Also, it seems I’m having problems having problems with my releasing process. I’m not cumming right.” He frowned patting his member.

“What do you mean not cumming right?” You asked jotting down some notes in your notepad eyeing him.

“Well, I will have an orgasm. But it’s not a lot. Maybe one or two little drops. And sometimes it’s hard for me to even get turned on or feel the need to fuck my girl. Do you think it’s me?” He asked licking on his bottom lip as he watched you.

“Well, I don’t know. Tell me how do you feel about this girl you’re seeing. You guys are engaged, right?” You asked tapping your pen on the notepad. Namjoon nodded perking up as he stared at you.

“She’s amazing! She’s the most beautiful brown kitten I’ve ever seen in my life. You know how they say that some girls are a tall glass of milk? That’s how I feel about her, except she’s chocolate milk so she’s much sweeter and it’s much better to lick on her nectar. She is so caring, charming and all around just a great blessing for me to have. I can’t keep my eyes off of her when I’m with her, and trust me whenever I see her do little things like show me skin. Whenever I go to her job and see her work I just want to pin her down on the desk and fuck her until she has bruises implanted on her hips and thighs from my fingers digging into her plumpness. And don’t even get me started about those curves that she has. Her full breast, oh and her sweet ass slapping it is the best. I mean she makes me weak doctor. Makes the monster come out of me.” He grinned playfully. Chewing on your lips, you nodded your head feeling the heat starting to rise in your face as you jotted down more notes.

“So, then maybe it is you Namjoon. Let’s give you a regular checkup and see what we can do about your hormones. If anything, one pill of Viagra will do.” You almost choked on your laughter at the glare he gave to you but your hands quickly dashed to grab your stethoscope from the drawer. Hearing something fall, you moved to look back seeing Namjoon stretching again, this time a vanilla file was thrown to the ground, some paper scattered in a pile at your feet. “Ok God of destruction.” You griped out leaning down to pick up the files. Your breast pressed together the peak of them being shown because your buttons were not buttoned that far up. Once you had everything up, you smiled at him standing up. Moving to place the stethoscope against his chest you asked him to take deep breaths. You could feel his heart beating fast, smirking you decided to fuck with him a little more. Pushing the stethoscope against his back your breast pressed against his right arm, your plump mounds resting against his toned muscled arms. He took deep breath, his face turning so that he could breathe against your breast.

“Doctor. You have smooth skin.” Namjoon purred sliding a hand up on your outer right thigh. His finger moving up dangerously close to your heat, fingers ghosting under the confines of your coat.

“I-I do indeed. Please keep your hands to yourself.” You softly whined, trying to move his hand but he was slicker. Moving his other hand upwards on the left side he managed to surprise you and reach his hand around grabbing at your ass cheek.

“Wow doctor. Your ass feels. So, fucking soft.” Namjoon squeezed at your ass cheek with his hand as your hand tried to pry his other hand away from sliding up farther.

“Well it’s not supposed to be hard, now is it?” You asked him. Namjoon chuckled pulling his hand back only to slam it down against your ass cheek causing it to jiggle as he rubbed the flesh. It surprised you and sent a jolt of pleasure dancing up your spine. Your hand stilled for a moment too long and Namjoon had you, his hands grabbing on both cheeks kneading them. His eyes looking up at you as he bit the top button close to your cleavage. A soft gasp left your lips, your hands moved to press against his shoulders. You tried to push him away with some effort but Namjoon only opened his legs wide so that he could pull you close against his body. His hand reached up from your ass cheek to grab at your panties pulling them upwards causing them to dip between your ass cheeks and press tighter against your pussy.

“You cannot t-treat a doctor like this.” You tried not to moan, your eyes were becoming hooded and your mind was becoming jumbled.

“I can when the doctor said she was going to do whatever it took to make me feel better.” He countered looking up at you as he flicked his tongue to lick up the crevices of your breast

“Yes! But doctor still needs to finish your checkup. You were concerned about your energy and parts below right? If you let me go I can help.” Your voice was failing you becoming more of a question and uncertainty when you spoke. Namjoon chucked nipping a part of your skin slapping your ass again. His middle finger sliding down your panties slowly until he was teasing your opening. Sliding his long finger inside. Without thinking you slapped his hand away from you your eyes going wide as you realized what you had just done. Namjoon froze in place, and you felt your doom coming.

“Oh no.” You mumbled softly and with a growl he was charging at you. Picking you up by your legs Namjoon threw you on the bed, he turned you around in his hold, your mind that was frozen for a split second tried to move from him crawl or do anything that would set you free. Namjoon saw your attempts but he wasn’t having any more of you denying him when he knew what you were doing before he even came inside.

Looking around your place, he grabbed at your ankle pulling you down so that he could walk towards the drawer. He kept you with a tight hold around your ankle. You whimpered slightly clawing at the sheets. You brought your leg up bending your ankle and then pushing it down making Namjoon fumble. Crawling off the bed in a quick motion you dashed towards the door with wobbly legs.

“Where the fuck are you going kitten?” Namjoon asked grabbing at a tape measure that was used for measuring your body. He ran after you catching you before you got out of the door. Shutting the door, he slammed you against it, his hands working to tie the tape measure. Once your hands were secure he picked you up over his shoulder walking backwards to the bed, he threw you on it with your face against the sheets. Letting your legs hang over the edge of it he got behind you grabbing at your hips bringing you back to rub against his growing erection.

“Mm someone is such a fucking naughty little doctor. Treating your patients like that.” He jutted out his lower lip as he ground himself against you, his dick starting to harden in his panties. “But now I get to have all the fun in the world. Because doctors cure you, don’t they?” He asked you spreading your legs wide with his. Once you didn’t answer he slammed his hand down to land against your ass raising his voice. “DON’T THEY?”

“YES!” You shouted out throwing your head back. Your legs bucked and you could feel your pussy starting to become wet from just his rough voice alone, but the grinding didn’t help anything it just made it worse.

“That’s right.. And with your sweet little pussy doctor. Daddy is going to make sure he feels cured by the time he is done with you. And look at that, my monster is ready to devour your sweet tight pussy. Or maybe I should fuck your ass and just leave you to bury your fingers back in your pussy like you were doing earlier.” He taunted. You were beyond embarrassed that he caught you, but instead of staying quiet you shook your head looking at him over your shoulder.

“Keep dreaming. You’re a patient who needed the doctors help. I bet you can’t even make me cum.” You smirked wiggling your ass against his bulge. Namjoon gripped at your hips, stopping all movements he slowly pushed up your lab coat to bunch around your waist, he leaned forward dark eyes baring into your own unsure ones.

“I bet I do make you cum.” He spoke in a low tone, pressing his forehead against yours. “I bet I make you cum a lot actually. You’re going to cum so much you’ll be crying for me to stop and I won’t. I’ll only keep pushing you to your limit doctor.”

All hope that you had of getting free or redemption went out the window with that phrase. Namjoon chuckled sadistically pulling away from you he walked from the bed. “Don’t move doctor. We wouldn’t need to prescribe you pain killers, now would we?” The threat that he made to you cause you to bury your face into the sheets staying perfectly still or as still as you could. But after sometime of him not coming back, you peeked up through your hair. Namjoon was treading back towards you with a multitude of things in his hand. Your stomach clenched at the mere thought of what he was going to do to you. He bit his bottom lip placing the toys down beside you coming to stand back behind you.

“I didn’t know doctors kept such things at work. But then again, you’re such a little slut are you Y/N? My little slut.” Namjoon grabbed at a brown paddle that had the words ‘obey’ carved into the front of it. He rubbed it across your chocolate cheeks softly dancing his fingers across your skin. “Peaches and cream, sweeter than sweet, chocolate cheeks and chocolate wings.” Namjoon sung the part out before slamming the paddle down against both of your ass cheeks. Pain shot through your back causing you to yelp out loud, your hands fisting up as you rested against the bed. “Oh look at how red you are.” He commented running his finger softly across your heated skin. Smirking he pulled the paddle back to smack against your ass again the pain making your eyes brim slightly with tears. Your legs shook, the heels becoming wobbly against the floor. Namjoon frowned playfully squatting down he flicked his tongue repeatedly against your heated flesh. “Does it hurt doctor?” He teased biting gently on the space under your ass cheeks. Dropping the paddle, he licked up and down your panties, his index finger finding your clit. He rubbed his finger against the spot watching as your whole body shook with desire. He hummed kissing at your ass cheeks. He pulled his finger back standing up he grabbed at the paddle, moving it to hit just across your ass cheeks. Giving you a round of five smacks that sounded off in the quiet room but your whimpers broke free. “Come on doctor we wouldn’t want your other patients outside to hear you nor the receptionist.”

He moved to your left ass cheek repeating the same process, dropping the paddle on the bed he gripped at your panties that were soaking wet, pulling them down he pressed a long kiss against your pussy. Sliding you out of them and your heels. He placed your feet back on the floor before tapping your ass. “Up on your tiptoes and hold it.” He quietly ordered and you obeyed. Pushing yourself up, your ass was stinging the tears that started to escape your eyes were finding little puddles along the bed sheets but you loved it, the pain was simply amazing though in the time it hurt. You loved it when he was rough with you reminding who was in charge here despite titles. Namjoon used his index fingers to open your wet pussy lips looking at the wetness before him. He puckered his lips blowing air against your slit causing you to whine for him. Your hands tugging to break free but it was no use you were stuck there. Namjoon leaned forward pressing his tongue flat against your slit he licked upwards until he was licking against your asshole and he pulled back to start the process again. Long slow kitten like licks against your slit that would frustrate you to no end because he wasn’t doing anything more. Finally, he pressed his tongue against your clit flicking it rapidly. Enclosing his mouth around the bud he gave a few sucks to your clit, tongue dancing against it while you became a wrecked mess above him. Once he was satisfied he pulled his mouth back pressing two fingers against your entrance. Sliding his fingers inside of you slowly he groaned at your tightness around his fingers the warm walls taking him in fully. He used his free hand to palm himself through his pants letting his fingers stay in place he kept them there until you were clenching them around his digits taking that as a sign to continue. He pulled his fingers out together only to thrust them back into you at a slow pace. Over and over he kept them straight not giving you the satisfaction of having him curl them for you and find your spot.

“Fuck yourself on my fingers.” He told you, not replying to him, Namjoon nodded his head growling. He stood up pulling at your hair roughly his elbow of the same hand pressing against your middle back as he bit harshly on your ear. “Either you fuck yourself on my fingers. I’m talking about bouncing this tight pussy and fucking yourself for me or I will leave you here and I won’t fucking untie you. Take your pick now then, either you’re going to behave as my little slut and get fucked nice and deep or you going to stay here while I go find another doctor that will.” Of course, that was like a slap in your face. Glaring at him you nodded your head you started to push your hips down trying to ride his fingers. Namjoon released his grip a little so that you could move your body more. Eyes drifting shut he tugged harder on your hair. “Keep those pretty brown eyes open baby girl. I’m not through looking in them.” Moaning softly, you kept your eyes on him pushing back on his fingers. Your body moving up and down the bed, nipples rubbing against the lab coat that you had on. “Faster.” Namjoon commanded and you did so pushing your hips down on his fingers as more moans slipped past your lips from how it felt to have him fingering you. “Fuck, look at those nice plump ass cheeks bouncing for me. I can hear how wet your greedy pussy is taking me in. Just imagine the sound it’s going to make when my dick is shoved inside of you.” Your pussy gushed with more juices causing Namjoon to laugh as he leaned down and bit into the left side of your hip. “You feel so good, and you’re getting wet. The little kitten likes my dirty talking.” He smirked pulling his fingers back from you slowly. He brought them to his mouth while looking at you, sucking your essence of his fingers with dramatic licks and slurping noises. He reached down to grab at a rotating dildo aligning it with your entrance. He pushed the toy inside of you turning switch onto the lowest setting. The toy started to move inside of you thrusting in and out of your walls. Head rolling forward in his hold you let his name fall of your lips. Namjoon pulled back to let your head fall forward, moving to grab at the spreader bar he locked your feet in place so that even if you tried to close your legs it would be difficult for you.

He grabbed at his paddle, starting to hit your ass once again he relished in how good it sounded for you to cry out for him. He put the paddle down as he helped the toy thrust in and out of you, turning the setting up he moved to grab at a purple bullet pressing it against your asshole. He watched it pucker up as he played with it, leaning forward he licked around your hole slowly moaning against it he pushed his tongue inside of your asshole.

“Namjoon- I’m.” Your words were short, hips thrusting back against the toy to fill more of the force of it thrusting inside of you, your words were failing you. Your eyes drifted shut and felt your stomach tighten up wanting to feel your release you kept jerking your hips downwards fucking the toy. Namjoon just hummed against you, switching the angle of the toy to press it against your spot. In a few minutes, you were cumming on the toy your hips jerking from the pleasure. Namjoon kept thrusting the toy inside of you not letting it against your spot repeatedly. He moved the bullet to press it against your clit earning a loud shout of protest from you. “Please Namjoon.” You begged gently but he wasn’t hearing it, both hands moving the toys against your clit and soaked pussy you were feeling overstimulated. Namjoon didn’t care though, it was your punishment and you were going to have to take it. Moving back from your ass he licked it again, smirking as another wave hit your body, how you crumpled and deflated against the bed he let you ride out your orgasm again and moved it from your clit sucking your essence off it. He put it down on the bed moving to grab at a row of anal beads circling them around your entrance. He slowly pushed the beads inside of you one by one each one getting bigger until he had all of them buried inside of you. He moved back watching the masterpiece in front of him. He pulled the dildo from your clit licking and sucking it clean throwing it beside you he bent down to grab at your hips turning you over to lay on your back smiling down at you. He lifted your legs upwards and placed your feet on the bed. His hands spread your legs wide pressing them down against the mattress, grabbing at a smaller vibrator he taped it against your clit turning it on max settings from the get go. Moving back, he slowly stripped himself of his shirt and his pants keeping on his boxers. He gripped at your lab coat unbuttoning it until it was open moving you to push it off of your body his hands gripped at your breast. Playing with them he jiggled them and slapped them a couple of times. Moving back, he gripped at a riding crop striking it against your stomach. He watched as the skin turned red, moving to slap it against your pussy it hit the end of the beads causing you to feel them push deeper. Back arching off of the bed you bucked your hips upwards. Namjoon grinned pressing the riding crop against your nipples he started to hit against each one of them seeing how your nipples puckered up and became hard for him. He licked his lips leaning down to enclose his lips around your pert nipples sucking on them. Letting his tongue paint your skin with his spit. A wicked flash across his features as your body tensed up and your third orgasm sucked through your body. He licked a trail over to your other breast circling his tongue around your nipples slowly biting into the flesh. Once he pulled back he put the riding crop down getting in between your legs he licked up to the toy and back down shoving his tongue inside of your wet pussy. He slurped at you shaking his head side to side curving and thrusting his tongue to taste all of you.

It was starting to hurt, the overstimulation and cumming. Your eyes were brimming with tears once again as mixed feelings swam through your body. He held your hips down not letting you move while he ate you out. Body twisting and shaking your orgasm was taking longer to build up due to the fact that you had cum already three times and he was trying to make it a forth. He curved his tongue to roll against your spot picking up the speed of his tongue to make it vibrate against your spot. He let his tongue stay in that place watching as you shifted your hips and arched harder of the bed head rolling back and cries of pleasure escaping your lips. Your voice broke, heart beating erratically as another wave of pleasure slammed into your body.

“PLEASE NAMJOON! I’M SORRY!” You knew what it was about. Telling him no. And you regretted it. Namjoon pulled back from you after he sucked up your cum and kissed at your parted thighs.

“Sorry can’t fix everything.” He reminded you as he freed his dick from the confines of his boxers. Crawling on the bed he moved until he was straddling your chest, not sitting on you he let his knees dig into the mattress. One hand gripping at your hair and the other on the bed he tilted his head. “No will I have to make you use your pretty little mouth?” He asked letting his dick tap against your bottom lip the tip smearing precum against them. Shaking your head, you opened your mouth slowly for him letting your tongue roll against the head of his heated shaft. Moaning lowly, he lurched his hips forward burying his dick inside of your mouth. He thrust his hips forward, letting his balls smack your chin every time he entered into your mouth. His head rolling back, he moaned lowly enjoying the feel of your wet tongue sliding up and down against his hardened flesh. He moved to let his hand pinch at your nose instead cutting your air off he slammed his dick faster going as deep into your throat as he could. He watched you not letting you or letting you breathe. When your eyes started to get low he slid his dick into your mouth holding it at the back of your throat feeling you squeeze around him. Enjoying the sensation, he repeated it three slow times, you could feel your oxygen leave your body and the light-headed feeling was creeping up your bones until your vision was blacking out.

Namjoon released you, your ears popping as he pulled back to let you breathe before you passed out. You coughed and joked, not seeing much but tiny little bursts of color. Namjoon growled at the sight before him, his hand fisting his dick he stroked his large member until he was releasing his cum over your face. Against your lips and over your forehead and cheeks trying to avoid getting it into your eyes. His thick ropes painted your face white with his cum. Namjoon picked you up, moving to lay on the bed he spread his legs wide pressing you down against him. You were coming around once again looking around you growled slightly.

“You expect me to ride your dick with cum on my face?” You asked and nodded his head picking you up by your hips. His still erected dick was pressing at your entrance.

“I could always go back to the toys.” He mused out. Without hesitation, you were pushing your hips down burying him deep inside of you. Head rolling forward you slammed yourself down onto him. Not taking the pace slow because who were you kidding you liked to have him buried deep inside of you. Hips snapping down against his as he thrust up into you, your walls tightened around his shaft feeling the sting of him stretching out your pussy. Your groans and pants could be heard out of the room, the air turning thicker the heat radiating off of both of your bodies together. Namjoon felt his balls tightening up because he needed release, looking down at your plump cheeks that jiggled every time his hips met your ass he was a wreck full of lust and need the words from the paddle showing up faintly on your skin that was still bright and agitated. Namjoon gripped at your hips slamming you down more than letting you take the pace at your own speed. Your bound hands behind your back rested against his lower stomach as you wound your hips down against him. He shifted his hips ever so slightly pulling all the way out only to slam you down on his shaft. You were crying out his name, your voice breaking and becoming softer from how hoarse you were. Namjoon breathlessly chuckled, watching as you lost yourself for him his hand moving to slowly pull the beads from you one by one until none were left. You didn’t even need to touch yourself he was ruining you just fine by fucking you. Your breast bounced harshly from the impact of his hips against your ass the soreness of the paddle coming back.

“Daddy may I cum please?” You asked softly and Namjoon hummed in approval not speaking because he himself was on the verge of releasing.

Once he gave you the permission you nodded your head letting your orgasm consume you. Not even having the strength to yell you released a quiet whimper as your stomach clenched, your pussy throbbing as you released once more for him.

“Y/N.. Shit.” Namjoon groaned as he held you down cumming inside of your sore pussy. He rolled his hips gently, the cum sliding down from your entrance. Namjoon pulled you back to him, his arm wrapping around your waist as he kissed up your skin tiredly. The moment was quiet, both of your heart rates going back down to normal. Smiling at yourself you were proud that everything turned out well until the door pushed open.

“Well well. It seems neither of you could have waited for me.” Hoseok accused crossing his hands over his chest as he watched you both.

“It was Namjoon’s fault.” You immediately blurted feeling your insides drop.

“Oh really?” Namjoon questioned pushing his dick deep inside of you causing you to moan out and nod your head. “You little slut.” Namjoon growled pulling out of you. You wiggled trying to get free, and Namjoon got off the bed going to wipe himself clean. Once he was done he stood by Hoseok who looked down at you a disapproving frown etched on his features.

“We will think about your punishment.”

“What do you mean we! He fucked me!” You cried out in protest.

“You touched yourself first. That’s your punishment. Not that he fucked you, we both expected that. But you know the rules about self-pleasure around here.” Hoseok turned to walk away with Namjoon winking at you following him.

“At least untie me! Please daddy.” You pouted jutting out your lower lip. Namjoon looked up at Hoseok and he looked at you.

“No. You have been a bad girl, you need to stay there and think about what you’ve done princess.” And like that you were left alone in the middle of the bed, your fate lying in the hands of two very dominate men.

Tumbleweed, Her #2 - [BAP] Mafia!Au

Previously: Part 1

The Fugitive: Moon Jongup.

He is a tired soul, himself. He had lost his purpose and finding himself in the midst of nowhere had sent him in a frantic life long search of a destination that he can’t seem to find, anywhere, near him. But when he saw you, he made you as his focal point. He didn’t know you, but you were so accepting and kind, he found home in you.

The night accompanied by heavy rain sent Jongup drenched. He found your apartment by chance. Bloodied, with severed lips, abrasion covering his fore arms, you took him in. Treated him, catered to him, nursed him back to health. He never thought banging on a stranger’s door would lead to an angel like you. Everything about him is doubtful. He was too shaken up to even speak back then. He had a compass tattoo on his neck that was as impressive as his looks. A little cut on that beautiful nose bridge and the purple bruise on the side of his lips didn’t seem to waver the fact that he was indeed, good looking. He was whimpering in pain for several days.

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