#until he gets hot/sweaty in it and removes it to toss it aside

[simpingforcys]

Turbo: The helmet stays ON during sex

[tyongf-nct]

can i request 1,2 and 31 for mingyu for the smut prompt list pls🫶🏻

mingyu our favorite victim on going seventeen 💔 lmao. this one is a little longer, so enjoy!

1. “This cock isn’t going to suck itself.”

2. “No panties?”

3. “I cant stop picturing you sucking my dick like that ice lolly.”

dynamic: kim mingyu x female reader

warnings/tags: oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering, semi-public sex, hot and sweaty mingyu

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The sun beat down on your skin without mercy and you sipped idly on your lemonade. The ice tinkled in the glass as you struggled to hold it still. Mingyu was relentless, sliding his big hands up and down your thighs to “help you” with your sunscreen. Really, he was inching closer to the hem of your swimsuit by the second.

“Could you be any more obvious?” You grinned. Mingyu chuckled, tossing the bottle of sunscreen aside to abandon all pretenses.

“Fine, fine. Yes, okay, I want to touch you. Is that such a crime?” He laughed. You shook your head, fanning yourself from the heat but making no move to stop him anyway.

“Not a crime. I’m just very glad you finally took the hint. You were so distracted with work yesterday that you didn’t pick up on how much I wanted you!” Mingyu raised his eyebrows, tearing his eyes away from your legs and up to meet your own.

“What? You wanted my attention yesterday?”

“Yes.”

“We’l why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was walking around in a very short skirt, thank you very much. No panties!”

“No panties?” Mingyu smirked. You sighed, shoving him by the shoulders until he was kneeling by the poolside chair.

“Please just get started,” you whined. Mingyu’s teeth bit into his bottom lip, face suddenly more serious as he began to concentrate. You admired him from your lazy position on the chair, spreading your legs slowly as he slid your swimsuit bottoms to the side. He groaned, skimming a few agile fingers across you once before placing the pad of his thumb on your clit. He circled it slowly at first, gradually building speed until you could feel yourself becoming wetter. Once you were breathing harshly and gripping the sides of the lounge chair, Mingyu removed his hand to spit not delicately onto his first two fingers. Gulping, you spread your legs as wide as they could go.

“Relax, baby. Let me make you feel good,” his voice was deep and rough, like he had been overusing it. You shivered, nodding and leaning your head back. Mingyu glided one slick finger inside of you easily, no resistance as you sat fully relaxed and extremely turned on. He moved it in and out, forming a steady rhythm that had you panting under the hot sun. Once you started to whine for more, he added a second, the combination of spit and arousal making a filthy squelching sound. You were grateful that the pool in the back of the house was fenced in. Quiet, and private.

“I-Please. Don’t stop,” you cried. Mingyu was seemingly encouraged, moving his fingers faster and kneading your clit with his thumb. Soon enough, you were shaking with pleasure as your body tingled with an orgasm. You cursed under your breath, slowly relaxing the taut muscles again as you calmed down. Mingyu took a towel to wipe you and his hand, standing to reveal quite the impressive erection.

“I can’t stop picturing you sucking my dick like that ice lolly you had earlier,” he grinned. You almost wanted to roll your eyes, but the hormones still had you in a tight grip. You yanked down his swim trunks, admiring the small beads of sweat sitting in the divots of his v-line. A dark trail of hair led you from his navel to his hard cock, standing upright and dark red.

“Cmon, love. This cock isn’t going to suck itself,” he crooned. You huffed a laugh, this time unable to stop your eyes from rolling up towards the sky.

“Shut it or it will have to figure out a way to,” you said. Mingyu mimed locking his lips and throwing away the key, and you leaned in to lick at his tip. His posture changed instantly, head down to watch you and abs flexing. You gripped the base to hold it steady and slowly bobbed your head, taking in as much of his cock as you could fit down your throat. You used your tongue to tease his slit and rip deep moans from him. He whispered your name in between sounds of pleasure, holding the base of your head gently as you sucked him expertly. An image of you eating your popsicle earlier flashed into you mind, and you smiled around his cock.

Mingyu thrusted his hips subtly as he neared his finish. You held your head still, mouth open as he bucked gently into the warm, wet cavern of your mouth. He choked out a warning before spurting hot come into your mouth. You pulled back at the bitter taste, allowing the rest of his ejaculation to pump down onto the ground.

“Spit it out,” he urged. You shook your head defiantly, swallowing the small mouthful and sticking out your tongue proudly to show him. Mingyu snickered, pulling up his swimsuit and flopping down beside you.

“It’s so hot,” you sighed. After all the excitement, you were even sweatier than before.

“You’re totally right. Pool sex?” He grinned devilishly.

[honeytae]

You like my muscles that much, baby?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @flytomyjoon!!! you light up my dash and bless me with your thots™️ each and every day so...i just wanted to give you a little something to hopefully start your day off right :) while i was thinking about what to write for you there was only a split second of brainstorming before i settled on this concept, and i was like ‘ah yes, this feels very jas.’ also..this did start as a 600 word drabble but. anyways. i love you and i hope you have the best day my fellow taejoon simp and pisces bby!! <3 genre: smut

warnings: buff!joon, heavy grinding, hand stuff, sex in a mirror(does that need to be included here?), namjoon has a big dick, exactly one spank, dirty talk (not much though lol i’m not good at writing it), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it...unless it’s joon), kinda rough but still ~loving~ word count: 2.0k

Haphazardly tossing your bag to the ground while walking into your home gym, you exhaled at the hot air thick with the faint smell of perspiration, breath momentarily taken away from you when you spied your boyfriend lifting his body onto the pull up bar across the room from you.

His skin was glowing with sweat, lips parted as harsh breaths escaped them, his muscles visibly contracting with each lift of his body as his eyes scrunched shut at the pressure in his core. 

Dropping to the ground with a huff, he pushed a hand through his hair, catching your eyes through the reflection of the mirror with a tired smile. 

“Hey, baby,” he called to you, ushering you to him with a reach of his hand as you eagerly followed the action. 

Your legs seemed to move without thought, bringing you closer and closer to him until you were within reach, squealing when you were pulled in by his arms suddenly wrapping around your torso. 

Pressing you to his chest, he dipped his head so that his soft lips met yours, pulling back when you shriveled at his damp palm cupping your cheek. 

“Ugh, you’re all sweaty.” You wrinkled your nose at the feeling of his slippery skin on yours, pushing him away with a light shove of your palm to his chest as he only chuckled at you. 

“My apologies.” He smiled, stepping to the side to grab one of his barbells and beginning to lift the weighted bar to his chest.

You chuckled slightly at the man, reaching for his water bottle in hopes to relieve your dry throat from the commute home.

Taking a sip, you breathed out a sigh, the sound catching your boyfriend’s attention before he opened his mouth, a silent ask for you to lift the bottle to his lips.

You nonchalantly hummed as he thanked you, raising it back to your own mouth to get more of the cold liquid down your throat.

In the midst of doing this, Namjoon had bent down to grab more weights, sliding them onto the bar and lifting them with a groan before he eased into the pattern of lifting, pausing, then lowering again.

Nearly choking at the soft grunts escaping his lips every now and then with the effort, you internally scolded yourself, shaking your head to rid your impending thoughts as you properly swallowed the water.

The grunts he let out were deep with a bit of rasp, breath exhaled at the end of each one. The noise was similar to what he sounded like when he thrusted into your-

“How was your day?” He asked, the question momentarily bringing you back down to earth.

Just as you opened your mouth to answer him, you were once again distracted by the muscles moving his biceps, shifting underneath his skin each time he moved the position of the weight. 

He’d been bulking up lately and fuck, it was doing a number on you. 

“Babe?” He called for you, interrupting your daze with a raise of his eyebrows, watching you gulp in response as you blankly stared back at him. 

“What?” You asked, Namjoon smiling slightly before repeating his question, tilting his head when you only shrugged distractedly. 

“What is going on with you?” He asked, eyes darting down to where your eyes were still attached to his bicep, bottom lip trapped by your teeth as you shifted in your stance. 

“You are going to be the death of me.” You mumbled, quiet enough for him not to be able to make out the words but loud enough for him to know you’d said something. 

“Wha-” He cut himself off with a hum as you suddenly dove forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss, the sudden fervor you met him with causing a confused noise to escape his throat. 

The bar in his hand messily clattered to the ground, Namjoon quickly guiding your bodies away from the area to avoid injury, trailing his hands up your arms as he returned the needy action. 

It wasn’t your fault his lips were like a magnet; pink and plush and pretty, always drawing you in for more whenever he gave you an intended sweet peck. 

After all, they felt like velvet against your own, soft yet firm in the way he worked them over yours, large hand sliding to the back of your neck to secure you there. 

The feeling of his tongue pushing into your mouth had you moaning instantly, the man’s grip on your hips dizzying you as he began backing you up against the mirror.

Gasping at the feeling of the cold glass against your back, Namjoon took the opportunity to deepen the kiss further, his hot tongue swirling around your own and eliciting a whimper.  

“Jump.” He mumbled, capturing your lips with his again as he squeezed at the back of your thigh, instructing you to jump up onto his body as his palms went to support your ass. 

Being pressed directly against your boyfriend’s body had you reeling, subtly rocking your hips into his and making him moan in response.

The butterflies at the pit of your stomach only grew with each motion, the throbbing between your legs informing you that this was not at all the innocent greeting you’d been expecting as Namjoon began thrusting to meet your hips movements, quite literally fucking you over your clothes. 

The grinding seemed to be getting to him just as much as it was you, the growing bulge in his shorts proving your suspicions as his throaty noises hummed into your opened mouth. 

“Fuck, rough day or something?” He panted against your lips, breath catching in his throat when you rolled your hips down harder against his, increasing the friction to make his eyes momentarily roll back.

“N-not really, just, shit, unghh” You trailed off as his hand went under your shirt, thumb rubbing at your nipple over your lace bra, “your m-muscles, Joonie.”

Whining when his fingers trailed up your thigh and disappeared under your skirt, you gasped when his fingers dipped underneath the fabric of your underwear, exhaled moan falling from your lips when his thumb slipped over your swollen clit. 

“You like my muscles that much, baby?” He asked in amusement, feeling your arousal begin to drip onto his finger, breathing out a curse word at the feeling.

You didn’t respond, instead letting out a pitiful whimper as his fingers slid down your slit to gather your wetness, entering you two at a time. Namjoon moaned quietly at the feeling of your fingers clenching around him, knowing how it felt whenever you did that around his cock. 

“Oh shit.” You whined, grinding your clit into his palm as his fingers scissored inside of you. 

Smirking, he removed his fingers, raising them to your mouth and tapping on your bottom lip with his sodden fingertips.

Obediently you opened your mouth, taking his fingers in with a swirl of your tongue, smugly watching as his eyes darkened at the sight of your cheeks hollowing around them.

“Fuck, need you now.” He huffed, withdrawing his hand to tug his shorts and boxers down to his knees before shifting your own underwear aside with a brush of his fingers, groaning at the fresh slick coating his appendages when he pulled them away. 

“Here?” You asked, the man chuckling as he gripped his cock, giving himself a few strokes as he turned his head, meeting your eyes in the mirror placed behind him. 

“Yeah, here. Just enjoy the view, I guess.” He laughed, you scoffing at him as you locked your fingers behind his neck, rubbing at the hair on his nape with a fond smile. 

“Joon.” You gasped as he entered you, letting your forehead fall to his shoulder as he held himself there with all the self control he could muster, taking a moment to let you get used to the intrusion.

His cock was fucking massive, stretching you open as he slowly bottomed out, the sting burning into electrifying pleasure as he patiently waited for you to give him the go ahead.

“Move.” You mumbled, the man immediately following instruction as he pulled his hips back, pushing back into you with a shuddered breath.

You moaned at his shallow thrusts, meeting them with a slight roll of your hips each time as he whispered praises into your ear. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight for me. Mine.” He growled, stinging the flesh of your ass with the impact from his hand, groaning as you clenched around him in response. 

Smoothing his hand over the skin, he kneaded the flesh in his fingers, the tender action a stark contrast to what his hips were doing. 

His thrusts had now picked up pace and were harsh, your fingernails clawing at his back with the pleasure coursing through your veins, foggy brain barely noticing his fingers prying your shirt down to reveal your chest.

His hips never faltered even as he concentrated on tugging down the cup of your bra, his mouth sucking at your nipple in such a way that would surely turn the skin shades of purple later on. 

Although the music from his workout playlist was still going, both your moans nearly drowned it out, along with the squelching noises whenever Namjoon re-entered you, your arousal embarrassingly loud over the beat from the speakers.

But you couldn’t seem to care when the head of his cock was persistently tapping at the spongy spot he knew drove you crazy, watching your eyes flutter shut with a smirk as he glanced up at you, his mouth still sucking diligently at your hard peak.

Making a sound of complaint when he popped off your chest, you allowed yourself to be slightly jostled in the man’s hold, his hands directing you to lock your legs around his hips tighter as he shifted you slightly up his body.

“Oh my- Fuck, Joon!” You shouted as his grip moved to your hips, taking your body into his control and lifting you up and down his cock, slamming into you at a brutal pace that had your eyes rolling back into your head as you clung onto his shoulders. 

Opening your eyes, the sight in front of you was filthy, your reflection in the mirror looking absolutely wrecked as you watched yourself bounce on Namjoon’s dick, his biceps contracting each time he lifted your body.

Shifting your gaze to Namjoon’s face was even worse, his beautiful features twisted in concentration, teeth gritting against each other at the feeling of your warm walls wrapped around him.

It was only a few moments later that you felt the familiar knot in the pit of your stomach, babbling nonexistent words that clued him in immediately, his finger rubbing at your clit again to encourage you. 

Your pussy clamping down around him had your name falling from his lips instantly, squeezing you tighter to him as he sloppily thrusted into your heat. 

The feeling of his hot cum shooting up into you made a whine escape, his final loud moan triggering your walls to flutter around him one last time before you hit your high. 

Exhausted, you dropped your head back against the mirror, wincing at the sting it created at the crown of your head. Namjoon hummed, soothing your head with a gentle rub of his fingers and a caring look in his eyes, the dark lust that was there previously now completely gone. 

“You okay?” He asked, smiling softly as he tucked damp strands of hair behind your ears, leaning forward to kiss both of your temples as you tried to catch your breath to answer him. 

“God, you’re gonna split me open.” You finally exhaled, Namjoon chuckling as he planted a sweet kiss to your lips, pulling back to look at you with a tender gaze. 

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll help you shower?” He offered, your eyebrows raising at him with an amused smirk. 

“Doesn’t that benefit you, too?” You chuckled, the man laughing a bit as he shrugged. 

“A little, yeah.” He agreed, thinking for a moment before grinning at you, ”I can cook you dinner?”

“Now that doesn’t benefit anyone.” You said, Namjoon pulling a face of offense as you laughed at him, his eyebrows pulled together and mouth gaped open just slightly as he fought back a smile. 

“Keep it up and I’ll retract my original offer.”

[birdiefw]

LET ME SHOW YOU | SAM WINCHESTER [SMUT 18+]

Summary: Having been turned on all day, you decide you can’t wait any longer and lead somewhere more private.

Warnings: swearing, teasing, oral (female receiving), impala sex (unprotected but y’all can pretend otherwise)

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written an imagine, and technically this one is meant for my Sam Winchester fic on Wattpad so it wasn’t intended to be an imagine, but I figured it could work as one so here it is lmao. Also, destiel is pretty much implied in this, but you’re free to see Dean and Cas however you want. I also edited this, but I apologize for any errors or if it says her/she/birdie (who is my spn oc) instead of you/your/etc!

You felt like your entire body had been set on fire without warning. Your skin was incredibly warm as you tried to remain still, feeling like your body was getting hotter and hotter despite how cold it actually was inside the bunker. Your hair was pushed back so it would stop clinging to your neck/sides of your face, your mind unable to focus on your laptop that was placed in front of you as something else was taking over all of your senses.

You were very aware of the fact that you weren’t alone in the library, twisting and pursing your lips together as you tried to ignore the rampant thoughts that kept popping into your mind every time your gaze flickered over to Sam. But, every time your eyes fell on your husband, you couldn’t help but admire his stunning features, picturing all of the sides you’d seen of him in your many years of being a couple—some of which only made the ache between your legs increase.

You bit her lip when you looked away from him again, trying to force the thoughts aside; you desperately hoped you’d be alone soon.

“Y/N?”

Your head shot up from your laptop that had started dim from your lack of actually doing anything on it in the last few minutes, eyes slightly widened as you looked across at Castiel who was sat in front of you, his bright blue eyes pinned to your features.

“What?” you asked, glancing aside at Sam and Dean who were both staring at you with confusion much like Castiel.

“We were askin’ if you found anything,” Dean said, noticing how your laptop had dimmed.

“Oh, uh, I—no. Not yet, anyways,” you answered with a heavy sigh, briefly glancing towards Sam before your eyes swiveled to Dean and then Castiel.

“Are you feeling okay?” Castiel wondered, curiously tilting his head at you. “You don’t look like you’re feeling well.”

“Thanks, Cas,” you sarcastically said, giving him a fake smile as you folded your arms over your chest and crossed your legs. “I can always count on you for a pick me up, can’t I?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, a faint frown appearing on his lips.

Sam’s lips turned into a frown, noting that you did look rather pale compared to usual. You looked slightly sweaty, eyes looking more dark than normal. You easily noticed the change in Sam’s expression, quickly shaking your head as you closed your laptop; there was no point in keeping it open, anyways. “I’m fine,” you firmly told him, giving him a look when you saw him shoot you a similar look.

“You sure?” Dean asked, curiously eyeing you from the seat next to you.

“Yes, I’m sure, Dean,” you said, flashing a perky smile on your lips as if it would assure the three men.

Dean shook his head with a small smile appearing on his lips, closing his own laptop. He could tell something was off with you, but knowing Sam wouldn’t let it go, he decided against pushing the subject. “Alright, whatever you say, Y/N,” he said. Then his eyes flickered over to Castiel, nudging his head to the side as he started to stand up from the table. “Come on, you still gotta finish watchin’ Seven.”

Castiel warmly smiled, looking at Sam and you as he stood up from the chair. “Night, guys.”

“Night, Cas,” you and Sam said in unison, smiling back at the angel.

Dean tucked his laptop under his arm, silently nodding towards his brother and you as he waited for Castiel. You and Sam quietly watched them walk away, a grin lingering on your lips until they were gone.

You let out a heavily sigh and leaned your head back, puffing out your cheeks. Sam stood up from his own chair and headed over to you, placing the back of his hand against your forehead. You jumped at the sudden touch, looking at him with wide eyes. “Fuck,” you whispered, letting out a breath of relief as you realized it was only Sam, “You almost sent me into cardiac arrest.”

Sam softly laughed, innocently raising his hands as he sat on the table, peering down at you. You shook her head as you stood up, adjusting Sam’s flannel that you wore over a pair of leggings, pushing the sleeves up to your elbows. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay, babe?” he asked, genuine concern etched on his features as you stood in front of him. “You’re pretty warm.”

You let out a sigh, glancing around to make sure Dean nor Castiel were around at the moment. “I-I’m not sick, I promise,” you said, looking at your husband. “I’m just. . .”

Sam softly gazed at you when she lowered you head, warmly smiling as he lifted his hand to you chin to make you look at him again. “Just what?”

You coyly smiled, a thought suddenly occurring to you. “Let me show you.”

The corners of Sam’s lips tweaked up into a smirk, finally noticing the look that was swirling around in your eyes. ‘I should’ve known,’ he thought to himself, already feeling himself start to grow hot with anticipation. You eagerly took his larger hand in yours, tugging him in the opposite direction of their shared bedroom.

You giddily giggled as you hurried down the narrow halls of the bunker, tugging Sam towards the garage with a devilish smirk appearing on your lips, stealing a glance behind you to make sure that Dean nor Castiel hadn’t left the room for some reason. “You don’t think they have plans to actually go anywhere tonight after their movie, do you?” You asked Sam, carefully walking with your back facing the spacious garage while your intense gaze was pinned to Sam as your warm hand still clutched his in your own.

“God I fuckin’ hope not,” Sam breathlessly replied, eyes lighting up with a rush of excitement as you guided him over to the Impala.

You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as the two of you came up to the side of the Impala, standing beside one of the back doors as you fully faced Sam, body even warmer than before.

“Well, even if they do. . .” You softly said, trailing one of your hands up one of Sam’s buff arms, fingertips trailing up until they reached his stubbly jaw. Your eyes flickered to his, seeing his usually bright eyes had darkened a few shades as they took in your features. Your smirk instantly widened, peering up at Sam. “They’ll just have to wait.”

“Is that so?” Sam asked in a low tone, taking a few steps closer so you were pressed up against the Impala, your chests almost pressed together as he stood in front of you with his hands softly caressing your hips. “Well, how much longer are you gonna make me wait?”

“I don’t know yet,” you teased, running a few of your fingers along his bottom lip. “You were teasing me all day pretty much with your soft hair, your kissable lips. . .”

Sam darkly chuckled, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes as your words made his excitement increase. “Then let me make it up to you.”

You leaned forward in response, Sam quickly bending his head down to connect you lips when she moved towards him. One of your hands automatically went to his shaggy hair, gently tugging on it to elicit a low groan from Sam. You smiled with approval, feeling one of his hands go to your lower back and press your body up against his while the other went to the back of your head, fingers combing through your hair. Your soft lips parted as the kiss became more needy, giving Sam access to explore your mouth like his life depended on it.

Sam’s hand moved from your back and to the handle off to the side, quickly finding it and pulling it open with a grunt. “After you,” Sam panted.

You excitedly grinned and crawled into the backseat, seeing Sam steal a glance around the garage to make sure no one was around before climbing inside as well and closing the door behind him. You eagerly leaned forward, connecting your lips once more as your fingers started to undo the buttons of the flannel Sam wore. Sam grinned into the kiss, assisting you with removing the shirt before carelessly tossing it to the side. Then he broke apart from the kiss, discarding the plain gray shirt he’d been wearing underneath as you started to undo the buttons of the flannel you had on.

Sam reconnected your lips just as she finished unbuttoning it. You giggled, going to shrug it off until one of Sam’s hands stopped you. “Seeing you in my clothes drives me absolutely crazy. . .I wanna see you come undone with it on.”

You let out a shaky breath at his words, lowering your hands. You bit her lip and cupped his cheeks in your clammy hands, firmly kissing him. “I love you,” you told him.

Sam grinned, giving you a quick peck in return. “I love you too,” he murmured, one hand trailing down your sides, stopping along the side of your thigh as his other hand guided you to scoot back more and lay against the back of the leather seat. “And, I wanna show you. . .just how. . .much,” he gruffly said, pecking your cheek, nose, and chin as he spoke.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you sucked in a deep breath, feeling Sam kiss along your neck. “God. . .” You whispered, involuntarily bucking your hips up as one hand gripped his hair again.

“Someone’s eager,” Sam murmured against your hot skin, his hand still caressing her thigh, setting her entire body on fire even more with just a simple touch.

“Please, Sam,” you whimpered, catching his gaze.

Sam slowly moved down your body, reaching for the hem of your leggings. “Wearing a skirt today woulda made this a lot easier,” he said, causing a laugh to erupt from you as he started to tug down your skin tight leggings. You lifted your hips, helping him to discard both your leggings and panties as quick as possible. “But, they don’t show off your ass as well as these do.”

You bit her lip at his words, your heart starting to beat even faster as Sam settled himself between your legs. The corner of his lips were pulled up into a smirk, easing your legs apart with one leg settling over his shoulder and the other over the seat with your foot planted on the ground. Sam’s gaze remained locked on yours as he scooted closer, blowing on you gently. Your head instantly fell back, a gasp escaping your lips.

“I really was turnin’ you on without even touching you, huh,” Sam said, one hand caressing your inner thigh. You merely whimpered in response, lifting your head just in time to see him dive in to your center.

A loud moan escaped your lips as he expertly dragged his tongue through her heat, feeling Sam slip one arm under your leg, keeping her close. “Shit, Sam!” You gasped in pure pleasure, lips parted and brows furrowed as you sat up on her elbows, breathlessly watching him move against you core; he knew just what to do to get you even more turned on and screaming his name. He looked up at you, groaning against you when you bit her lip and leaned your head back again. “Oh, fuck!”

He swirled his tongue through your center, circling around your clit as he fastened his pace. “You’re being more quiet than usual,” Sam said in between licks, causing you to groan at the uneven pace. “Don’t want Dean or Cas to hear how gorgeous you sound?”

“I—please, Sam,” you gasped.

“What was that?” Sam asked, lightly licking at you heat.

You panted, looking at him with desperation. “Please, Sam! Fuck!”

Sam flattened his tongue against your center to give you exactly what you wanted, seeing you close your eyes in pleasure. He got a steady movement, going faster when you started to moan louder. One of your hands reached down, tightly gripping his hair as you moved against his mouth. Sam moaned against you, nearly getting off just by watching you fall apart with only the use of his skillful tongue.

“Holy fuck,” you moaned, eyes screwed shut as you felt herself getting closer and closer. Sam could tell too, fastening his pace as you tightened your grip on his hair, a loud moan erupting from your parted lips as you arched your back. “Sam! Shit, I-I—”

“I got you, baby,” Sam said, knowing you were incredibly close. “I got you.”

With those words, you came against his mouth, your loud moans filling the Impala as Sam continued to suck and lick you through your orgasm. Your grip on his hair loosened while your hips stilled against his mouth, chest rising and falling quickly as your eyes remained closed with complete bliss.

“Holy fuck,” you said after a few moments, opening your eyes when you felt Sam crawl on top of you. You wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing him in for a sloppy kiss without a second thought. He eagerly kissed you back, lowering his body so you were closer together while one of his hands traveled down between your legs.

You gasped against his mouth when his fingers slipped through you, opening your eyes to look at him. “I think it’s your turn now,” you told him, going to reach down to his pants until he shifted to sit up.

“Later,” he breathed out, starting to undo the buttons of his pants. “I just need you.”

You sat up as well, Sam’s flannel sticking to her skin even more than before, but you didn’t mind in the slightest. Your hands quickly moved to help Sam, giggling with joy as he removed his pants and boxers, kicking them off into the floor. Your eyes flickered up to his again, biting your lip. “Can I be on top?”

“Fuck yes,” Sam eagerly said, wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you to his lap without a moment to waist.

You giggled again, looking down at his hard member as you straddled his waist. “Someone sure is excited.”

“Hard not to be when I just watched you get off on my tongue,” Sam replied in a gruff voice, his eyes sparkling as he looked up at you, not just with lust, but also pure love.

You whimpered at that, reaching down and giving him a few strokes. You watched Sam’s eyes flutter close at your gentle touch, lips parting with a breathy moan; you got turned on by his reactions just as much as Sam did with you. You shifted slightly, lining yourself up with him before slowly sinking down.

Your and Sam’s moans filled the Impala at the feeling, Sam’s hands automatically going to grip your waist as he filled you up. Sam bit his lip with anticipation, waiting for you to make sure it was okay to move before he did anything. You leaned forward slightly, planting your hands on Sam’s chiseled chest, starting to move against him as you locked eyes with him.

“Fuuuuck,” Sam groaned, his nails digging into your hips as you slid up and down. “Just like that, baby.”

“I’ve wanted to do this since this morning,” you breathlessly admitted, fastening your pace. You and Sam moaned again, your nails scratching at his chest as you moved your hands up and down his body. Sam loudly groaned at the sensation, thrusting up to meet your movements, making you cry out with pleasure.

“God, I love you so fucking much,” Sam panted, his eyes rolling back as you leaned down and gave attention to his neck. “So fucking perfect.”

You moaned as well, connecting your lips in a messy kiss while Sam’s thrusts got faster. “Fuck. . .” You whispered, “I love you too. . .so so fucking much.”

“Shit, Y/N,” Sam moaned as you nipped at his dampened neck, hands running up and down his abs.

“Faster, baby,” you whispered into his ear, heart beating faster as you and Sam got closer.

Sam grunted, tightening his grip on you as he picked up the pace. You started to lose her own rhythm, your hips shaking as you rode him, your orgasm growing closer and closer. “Sam, I’m. . .”

Sam lurched forward, pulling you further into his lap with your bare chest pressed against his own, the flannel pushed back and exposing your entire chest to him. His hips moved up into you as he hungrily kissed you again, his tongue dominating yours while his hands moved to cradle the back of your head.

Sam grunted, his forehead resting against yours as the Impala rocked back and forth, no doubt making it obvious what was going on inside if anyone were to enter the garage.

You meekly whimpered, feeling the knot in your stomach getting closer to finally snapping. “Sam!” You loudly moaned, many swear words and the repeat of his name getting drowned out as Sam pressed his mouth to yours again. Your hands went to his cheeks, holding him closer while Sam’s orgasm got closer and his fingers gently tugged on your hair. His hips smacked against yours faster, the sound filling the steamy Impala alongside your loud moans. You clenched around him as you came, making Sam groan into your mouth as he came seconds after you.

You pulled apart after a few moments, resting your clammy foreheads together as you finally started to catch your breaths, you still sat in Sam’s lap and his hands in your hair.

You warmly smiled as you locked eyes with Sam, his lips curling into a grin as his dimples poked out as well. “Maybe I should tease you more often, huh?” Sam asked.

You softly laughed, playfully rolling your eyes as you moved your hands to rest them on his damp shoulders. “You could, but two can play at that game, babe.”

“Is that a challenge?” Sam taunted.

You playfully narrowed your eyes, running a hand up and down one of his arms like you were in deep thought. “No, because you and I both know you would lose the first day.”

Sam breathed out a laugh, tilting his head. “Says the one who almost couldn’t wait till we were alone.”

You simply shrugged, a small smirk starting to appear on your lips. “Today I couldn’t,” you said, gently pushing him back down on the seat. Sam’s eyes slightly widened, brows raising. “But you just looked extra sexy and handsome today. You, on the other hand, can hardly keep your hands to yourself when you’re horny.”

“That’s not true,” Sam protested, going to speak again until you moved your hips, causing his head to fall back with pleasure.

You proudly smirked at his reaction, peering down at him. “Tell you what—let’s go again, and if you manage not to touch me, we can do that challenge.”

Sam breathed out a faint laugh, smirking back at you. “As long as you’re okay with not touching me. But, you and I both know that’ll be even harder for you than me.”

“We’ll see about that,” you said, moving your hips again.

Sam let out a shaky breath, gazing up at you as his hands returned to your hips. “Yeah, we will.”

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A/N: Feel free to leave some feedback or send me some requests!

[uvobreakmylegs]

Compliance

another fic inspired by the opening scene of a horror movie. This time it’s Feitan being awful

Warnings: torture, graphic depictions of violence, graphic imagery, blood, slight smut, Feitan makes the reader do awful shit

“Stop screaming. We've barely gotten started.”

Feitan's words went unnoticed by the man strapped to the table beneath him, who yelled and struggled at his bonds as he tried to escape the hot poker Feitan was pressing against his side. You weren't sure who the man was; Feitan hadn't told you anything other than to get downstairs, and you'd done so without question. It was a scenario you were used to by now, and experience had taught you that if you just went along with it you were more likely to get out of this particular instance unscathed.

So when Feitan had kicked the struggling man into that torture room, the most you did was flinch at the noise. Trying to help the man would be a wasted effort and would just make Feitan upset with you, and you had no desire to give him any excuse to add to the scars that littered your skin.

You sat quietly in the corner as Feitan roughed the man up, stripping him from the waist up before he was strapped to the familiar metal table that sat in the center of the room.

It was sad that you were used to such things now. That he had shown you so much violence, so much darkness that resided within one man's soul, that you had become numb to it. It hadn't been like that at the beginning. Originally he needed to strap you to that chair to make you watch, and you cried and screamed at the things you saw. There had even been times where you had begged for the lives of those being tortured, and the results of doing so had been disastrous for both you and his victim as Feitan interpreted that as you having feelings for them. Those unfortunates were forced to linger on for days before they were granted the mercy of death, while the scars, bites and bruises he left on your skin increased in number.

Just don't say anything and get through it as best you can.

And that had worked for a time. You stayed as a silent observer in your corner while Feitan worked, only getting up when he had given you permission to do so. Do as he says and you won't get hurt.

But this time was going to be different.

Only a week ago he had confronted you, telling you that he wanted you to do more. When you'd asked him what that meant, he had rolled his eyes and answered “I'm not content with you just watching while I work anymore. I want you to assist me.”

It took a few seconds to realize that he was telling you to help torture people, and your throat seized up as you stared at him dumbly. Feitan just ignored your reaction, continuing by telling you that he'd let you choose what you wanted to do, that it could be as simple as taking out an eyeball or breaking a finger.

“I could even mark where you should cut,” he said mockingly, “would you like that? I paint the man, you cut the lines?”

You wouldn't be able to stomach doing the things that he did to people. But there was no way you would be able to talk your way out of this; there was nothing you could do once Feitan had made up his mind.

His musings on the tortures you would be able to perform got gradually more gruesome the longer he continued, and you needed to say something before he became upset with your lack of response and just chose for you. And with him, he would choose the worst thing he could think of.

Then your suggestion had spilled from your lips before you could really think about it, interrupting him. He paused and asked you to repeat yourself. You did so, and though it was hard to tell with the bandanna he wore, his facial expression didn't change, but you caught the slight glint in his eyes.

“..... Interesting.”

Feitan turned to leave the room, stopping only once to look back over at you while you tried not to have a panic attack as you second-guessed yourself and what you had volunteered yourself for.

“Teeth, huh?”

The hammer was heavy on your lap. The chisel was as well, but the hammer was a solid weight on your legs that you had to constantly readjust to try and feel comfortable, the gravity making it weigh like an anchor as you waited for Feitan to call you to his side.

By now Feitan had tossed the poker aside in favor of a new torture device, one that resembled a pair of pliers that he used to start the removal of the man's fingernails. The man screamed every time they were pulled out with a sickening rip, his struggles beginning anew when Feitan turned to deposit the nails into a small metal bowl to the side of him.

Feitan had barely looked at you this whole time and you hadn't been called up yet. A small, naive part of you hoped that you wouldn't have to. After all, you rationalized, the thing he wanted from you wouldn't help in interrogating the man – if anything, it would hinder it. Sometimes, when his victims were stubborn enough, they would hold out against the pain for as long as humanly possible, and that stubbornness would drive Feitan into such a rage that he would prolong their suffering long into the night, not being satisfied until he had put them through everything they were physically capable of and getting the satisfaction of watching the light in their eyes fade. It enraged him for anyone to defy him like that, and he wanted the pleasure of bringing them pain to belong to him and him alone. Maybe this man would be like that. It would mean immense pain for him, and you would need to sit there the entire time, but that way you wouldn't need to play any further part in this. But even as you silently begged the man to stay strong, you had a sinking feeling that you wouldn't be getting out of this. The man was a wreck, voice hoarse with tears and saliva streaming down the sides of his face as he begged for the torture to end.

Feitan reached the thumb of the man's left hand when he couldn't take it any more.

“I'll talk!” the man screeched, “I'll tell you whatever you want to know, but for the love of God, stop please!”

“Then talk,” Feitan answered, calmly setting down the pliers and leaning back while the man gasped for breath.

“Lie, and it'll be much worse,” he added.

The man nodded desperately, eager to please for the sake of his life. Meanwhile you sat with a pit forming in your stomach. Your eyes went back to the tools sitting in your lap and you would have let out a small sigh if you weren't worried that Feitan might notice.

“Th-the info was given to me by a-a woman! Her n-name was Marceline, I think!” the man yelled.

“You 'think'?” Feitan asked, his eyes narrowing.

“I-I know it was! That was her name!” the man insisted as his eyes grew wide on realizing his mistake.

“She's an older woman! Red hair, with a scar on her neck. She told me to feed that information to the troupe!” he continued.

“And you gave us that rotten info knowing it was a lie?”

“I-I just-!”

“You were hoping we'd fall for that trap, right? That none of us would come after you because we'd be dead,” Feitan's cold voice cut through.

“Too bad you're unlucky.”

The man flinched when Feitan picked the pliers back up.

“Please! I've told you everything!” he begged.

“I know.”

There was confusion in that man's eyes when Feitan turned his back on him, walking over to a shelf to place the bloody pliers. The man looked to you as he had done several times since the interrogation had started, confusion in his eyes as he tried to get some clue as to what was going to happen to him.

When Feitan spoke again, his words were directed at you.

“Get over here.”

The hammer and chisel hung at your sides as you stood, the hammer's weight pulling down on your dominant arm and making it hang slightly lower as you approached the table. Feitan walked towards it as well, a new device in hand while the man's protests began again, begging to be let go.

“I've told you everything!” he repeated.

“You said that,” Feitan answered, clearly annoyed.

“Then let me go! I'll do whatever you say, whatever the troupe wants, but don't hurt me anymore!”

Feitan tsked.

“Pathetic. So much bravado earlier, and now this.”

He wrenched the man's jaw open and slipped in a metal piece that fitted itself to either side of his mouth, forcing his mouth to stay open when Feitan's hands pulled away.

“What happens now isn't for the troupe. It's for my own pleasure,” he said.

His hands went into his pockets, and he glanced to you across the table.

“Your turn.”

They were words that you had been dreading, and your palms felt sweaty as you gripped the hammer to your chest, taking in deep breaths to try and calm yourself. The man was looking up at you, his eyes practically bulging out of his skull as he pleaded for you to stop, though the words weren't easy to understand with the way his lips had been forced open.

Feitan spoke your name in a warning tone and you bit your lip – if he needed to say anything else it would mean punishment for you.

Slowly, you lifted the chisel and placed the edge against the top of his central incisors. You couldn't stop the trembling in your hand and the chisel rattled against his teeth; to you it seemed like it echoed through the room.

When you lifted the hammer the man was red in the face, screaming at you to stop. You wished you could apologize to him, just let out a quick “I'm sorry” for what little it was worth. But Feitan wouldn't like that. And if you took any longer to get this started he would do something unspeakable to you.

You lifted the hammer over your head.

'Gravity does most of the work,' you told yourself. Like that helped.

You swung it down.

The crack that sounded reverberated in your ears as you stood petrified, watching the man beneath you writhe in pain after three of his teeth managed to fly out of his mouth, blood gushing from the open wounds. With the angle you had hit it them, some of the teeth behind the ones you had knocked out looked slightly askew and you looked back to the hammer, noting just how substantial its weight was.

“Do it again.”

Feitan's voice cut through your confused thoughts, and you rushed to comply, adjusting the chisel again without looking at him. He still sounded annoyed.

It sounded like the man was trying to beg you to stop again, but you ignored him as you swung your hammer again, taking out a canine and some of his premolars. They managed to fly out of his mouth again and hit the metal table sounding like pieces of hail on a car. You took less time to compose yourself after that, switching to the other side of his mouth and swinging again.

Even though he was practically out of his mind with pain, there was a hatred in the man's eyes as he looked up at you. It was hard to blame him for that, and you wished you had an excuse to stop, but fear of Feitan kept you in check as it usually did.

With the top gum having been turned into a mess of missing and broken teeth, you switched to the lower set. You were halfway done, you told yourself. Just a few more swings and then this would be over.

It wouldn't be, but hopefully your part in it would be ended.

You hit one of his bottom canines and a few drops of blood had somehow managed to spatter onto your cheek. Instinctively you set the hammer down, wiping at your face with a shaky hand. At least that gave you an reason for taking a break.

Feitan had been quiet since his last order, and throughout this you had been too scared to even look at him, fearing that might trigger him into some sort of action against you. But as the man gasped in pain, against your better judgment you looked over across the table.

Maybe it was because of your victim's screams, or just the way your heart pounded in your ears, but you didn't realize how heavily he was breathing until you looked at him. He had changed positions when you weren't looking, gripping the edge of the table so hard his knuckles were turning white, his figure completely rigid and his eyes practically burning a hole in you, excitement dancing in that normally cold gaze.

Was he.... Aroused by this?

You snapped your head back to the man, whose protests had become weaker, only able to let out strained noises that vaguely resembled the word “no”. Picking up the hammer, you raised it once again. Just a little bit more, and then it'd be over. You could go back to your corner and let the numbness carry you through the rest of this scene.

Feitan's breathing was still audible.

The man's tongue was still moving, trying to form words to appeal to you.

The blood from the holes in his gums dripped down to the back of his throat, making him choke and cough up onto the now bloody edge of the chisel.

The amount of blood in that man's mouth.

And you were the one who did this to him.

“I'm going to throw up.”

The words barely escape your lips before you practically drop the hammer and chisel and rush out of the room, sprinting up the concrete steps to try and make it to the bathroom in time.

It was one of the few small mercies Feitan granted you, that you could leave if you felt like you were going to be sick. Turns out, for a man who tortures people for a living, Feitan had no tolerance for vomit.

But it was a small mercy with a stipulation: you needed to come right back after you were finished. And he would typically wait for your return before he continued, intent on you witnessing everything.

As you threw up the meal you had eaten earlier, the bile already a clear taste in your mouth, your mind went back to the image of that man, and how you could count that Feitan would make you finish what you had started. All you could hope for at this moment was that he wouldn't be too upset with you leaving in the middle of it.

Surprisingly, he was waiting for you outside of the bathroom. Though he seemed calmer now, you looked down to the floor immediately after your eyes met.

“I'm sorry,” you whispered, fiddling with your fingers, “I just needed a break. I'll go back down.”

“Don't bother,” he said, stopping you just as you made a move to walk past him.

“You did well enough. I'll let you off the hook for the rest of it.”

You nodded in response, but said nothing: whatever small mercy this is, there's going to be a catch somewhere.

“Go back to the bedroom. Undress, and wait for me.”

And there it is.

You looked back up at him, and while his posture was relaxed, that excitement you had seen earlier is still present in his gaze. So you were right that he was aroused, though perhaps at this point you shouldn't be too surprised about it.

“Okay.”

Feitan was already walking back to the basement stairway, and you wondered if he was going to kill that man downstairs, or set something up so that he was suffering even while Feitan had his way with you. For the sake of that soul down there, you hoped it was the former.

“Make sure you brush your teeth before I come back up,” he ordered.

He didn't take long to come back to the bedroom, spatters of blood visible on his dark clothes as he stalked towards your form while you sat still on the bed. His clothing was quickly removed and thrown to the floor, forgotten as Feitan used two blood-stained fingers to lift up your jaw and bring you into a chaste kiss.

The goosebumps that had formed on your arms while you had waited in the cold quickly vanished as he pushed you to your back, crawling over you to let his bloody hands trail over your body, tracing your healed scars while marking your skin with smears of that unfortunate man's blood. He kissed you again; this time it was more demanding and you opened your mouth in submission, the taste of cleansing mint still present as he dove his tongue in.

His hard length entered you shortly after and he started at a rough pace that had you grasping at the sheets, letting out small shrieks when he would lean down to bite you.

You would be hurting in the morning, but it was better to just go along with what he wanted.

He could do far worse than this.

[dameronology]

cold coffee in the morning {poe dameron}

summary: aka the one where you and poe can't seem to work out your commitment issues, and also the one where c3po is the unsung hero (based loosely on the song by ed sheeran)

warnings: language, brief innuendos

enjoy! idk why i'm writing this at 3am but we mooooove

- jazz xx

Poe Dameron had never needed another person before - then he met you, and the idea of ever existing as an independent being for the rest of his living years had suddenly seemed like the most unappealing thing since Luke Skywalker's blue-milk cheesecake. The way you'd whirlwhinded into his life with your gorgeous smile and contagious laugh had knocked the usually-suave pilot completely and utterly onto the floor. Bruised ass aside, he wasn't mad about it. He was happy to have you in his life in whatever way you'd let him.

And what way that was exactly, he didn't know.

You were friends; close, close friends. Bonded for life through your shared goofy humour and seemingly-endless banter. Then you did things that friends didn't normally do - at least not in Poe's experience - and you would act like it was nothing. As if your nights spent together and the whispers you lost between the sheets meant as much to you as the things you did for your other friends, like stopping Finn from tripping on his shoe laces or picking up R2-D2 when he toppled over. It was as though every-time you crossed that line, you immediately regretted it; then, a few days later, you'd decide that you missed Poe, and you'd repeat the same mistake again and again, like you were trapped in a time loop of love and pain.

The feeling would stay with Poe for days; your hands tangled in his hair, his skin against yours, laughter rippling through clashing teeth and soft lips. The way you fell beside each other, sharing highs and secrets and inside jokes; the way you would reference one of your late night talks in shared conversations with friends, and his brown eyes would flick to the ground, cheeks burning red at the fact you'd remembered. It made his heart-rate pick up and palms sweaty.

And sometimes, just sometimes, it would make up for the way you'd leave in the morning; the way he'd arise to find a you-size hole in his bed and heart, and a cup of half-finished caff on the side. With his brain tinged with the remains of a hangover from the previous night, he'd pour the cold beverage down the sink and go about his day.

Poe did manage to catch you one morning; he'd purposely set his alarm so that he would stir earlier than you and rest assured, you were still dead to the world when he came around. The sun outside was still rising, the sky a dull pink-and-blue, the day fresh with hope and brimming with potential for heartbreak. It felt unnatural to see you quiet and peaceful, and not running your mouth and poking fun at anyone who would listen. There was a reason that C3PO avoided you like the plague - it wasn't his fault he was an easy target.

"You watching me sleep, creep?" You murmured.

"Just enjoying the view." Poe replied. He rolled over, crossing his arms behind his head. "You're usually gone by the time I'm awake."

You peeled one eye open, your one-eyed glare enough to send a shiver down his spine. "Don't be passive aggressive, Poe. Just say it."

"Isn't it a little early to be so feisty?"

"Isn't it a little early to make back-handed comments?" You shot back.

"Sorry. I was trying to find a way to bring up such a touchy subject."

You reached across to squeeze his check. "And you did a great job, curly."

"Alright, that's enough of that." He swatted your hand away. "I did want to talk to you about it, though."

"What is there to talk about?" You sat up, brow furrowing.

"You're confusing." Poe began. "During the day, we're friends. At night, you can't keep your hands off of me."

"It's kind of sexy and mysterious." You tried to joke.

"Sexy and mysterious is tiring."

"Sexy and mysterious is also late for work." You quipped.

You rolled out of bed, reaching for your strewn clothes. Without thinking, you pulled one of Poe's shirts over your head, grabbing your boots and socks. So many of his clothes had just snuck their way into your wardrobe - all of your friends had noticed it, but none of them commented on it. Everybody knew that there was something going on between you, but they were wise enough than to point it out. There had been one new guy who tried to ask, but he'd quickly been shut down.

"I'll see you tonight?" You asked, tugging on Poe's your jacket.

His brown eyes lingered on the floor for a moment, before flicking towards you, holding your gaze in a chokehold. "I don't think we should do this again."

You wavered for a moment, a wave of guilt clouding your judgement for a moment. This had never been about feelings - at least not for you. It had just a bit of fun; a bit of fooling around with a hot pilot. You hadn't meant to get in so deep, or get to a point where you were dismissing his feelings in favour of your own. It was more of a survival instinct than anything - breaking his heart to save your own.

That was it: lack of trust, presence of fear. All things that stopped you taking the full plunge, simply for the worry of letting him hurt you - or worst, you hurting him. Maybe it was a little late to start worrying about the latter. That ship had sailed a long time ago. Maybe it had sunk too.

"Poe-" you began, before pausing. "I have a lot going on in my life. I just don't have room for anything real right now."

"I thought the same." He was still staring right at you. "So I made room."

"It's not that simple." You reminded him. "It's not like...decluttering a room. I can't just Marie Kondo that shit and declare my love for you."

Poe froze at the mention of the L-word. It had been an elephant in the room for a long, long time - but it was outdone by the presence of bigger elephants. Like the ongoing war, and the fact that mortality had never seemed so fucking relevant. It was something you wanted to put a pin in for later, but later wasn't something that was guaranteed these days.

"Fine." He shrugged. "Good talk."

--

The guilt weighed on your brain for days, like a lead hat made of bullshit and regret.

You hadn't realised how much of a hole Poe Dameron left in your life until he was gone -- it was massive, like someone had broken into your home and ripped out two of the walls during a harsh winter storm. Everything felt a little colder and more confusing, and the amount of times you'd had to resist temptation to find him and beg for forgiveness was astounding.

The only reason you hadn't done so was because you knew what you would have to do. Give into your feelings, and let yourself become fully and entirely his. Let him into your life and into your heart. All the bullshit you'd spewed about not having room had been just that: bullshit. You didn't need to make room for him in your heart when he, entirely and wholly, was your heart. And he'd taken a little bit of it with him when he walked away - well, when you'd walked away.

Is this how it felt to be the villain?

"Is everything okay, master?" The sound of your favourite droid brought you back to the present. "You're being uncharacteristically quiet. On average, you've usually said 356 words by 9AM."

"You keep count?" You glanced up from your paperwork, eyebrow quirked. "I'm fine. Just tired."

"Eight of ten times that you've said that, you haven't been fine-"

"- just give it a rest, Threepio." You cut him off. "Please?"

"If there's anything I can help with, let me know." He replied. "A droid's logic can be surprisingly helpful."

"I'm fine but thank-" you stopped in your tracks, pondering for a moment.

Logic. That was certainly something you lacked - the part of your brain that was supposed to be rational was too busy thinking about hot pilots.

"Master?"

"Sorry." You blinked. "Maybe I'll have your input on something."

"Please, go on."

"I love someone and he loves me." You said. "It's just very complicated."

"If a problem can be reduced down to seven words, I would not class that as a problem." Threepio said. "I would say a problem is at least thirty words or more."

You thinned your eyes at him. "What are you saying, goldilocks?"

"Perhaps, your problem is only a problem because you think it is." He replied. "When you lay things out and look at them logically, it can make more sense."

"Logic isn't my strong-point. You know that better than anyone."

"You love Master Dameron and he loves you-"

"- I never mentioned names."

"My apologies." Threepio said. "I was simply reading the room."

"Right."

"Remove your emotions, and those are the facts." He continued.

It was bad enough when Poe was right, but it was even worse when C3PO was. But, for all his theatrics and whining, he was right. Decisions made with logic rather than emotion always had a better outcome. It was plain and simple: you and Poe loved one another. Everything else - your fear and his dismissiveness and your collective confusion - only existed because you let it. But your feelings for each other? That was something you couldn't help.

"Right - thanks." You murmured. "I'll be right back."

You quickly stood up, tossing aside your datapad and immediately exiting the room. The base was small, and Poe was never that far away, even when the room was on the furthest side of the base. It was also your favourite place in the entire camp; it was covered in photos of you and him and your friends, and it was always warm. The mixture of sentimental clutter and little knick-knacks, paired with the gentle smell of his aftershave clinging to the sheets and clothes scattered around, made it feel like an actual home.

You didn't bother knocking - that formality had gone out the window long ago. Instead, you took a deep breath and gently opened the door. There was no certainty that he would even be in - you could only hope. The chances of him being anywhere else were pretty slim.

They'd worked in your favour today, because Poe was stood by his coffee machine, a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was wild and curly and there were still drops of water on his back.

He turned around when he saw you, brow furrowing. Mostly because he had never seen you so breathless and sweaty, but also because he hadn't expected you to ever talk to him again. He'd always known you to stick by your decisions - he normally admired your stubbornness, but as of recent, it had been fucking exhausting.

"Hi-"

"- I love you." You suddenly blurted. "Hi."

"I-" Poe paused, putting down his coffee. "What?"

"I love you. More than anything in the world, ever." You shrugged. "That terrifies me, but I can deal with fear."

"You can. You're pretty bad-ass." He casually nodded.

"Right." You smiled. "I'm sorry it took me so long to say that."

"Hey, it's okay." He gently smiled. "Come here."

You met half way across the room, bodies colliding in a tight hug. His warm, post-shower skin felt like heaven against yours, large hands dragging up and down your back. He consumed everyone one of your senses at once, but mostly, he consumed your ability to think. Your brain was so over-loaded with feelings that the rest of it completely broke down and malfunctioned - kind of like the time you spilt coffee on BB-8.

"I love you too, by the way." Poe gently murmured. You let out a small chuckle.

"I know." You smiled.

"What made you say it now?"

"Threepio said something about logic." You muttered. "The only logical thing for two people who love each other to do is be together, right?"

"I mean, I can think of other things-"

"- Poe!" You whacked his shoulder.

It was though you had untangled your feelings, and the only thing left was a line that went straight from him to you.

"You're right." Poe said. "Thank you for realising it."

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you for being patient."

"It's worth it." He couldn't help but grin. "Do you want some caff? It's still warm."

tags: @anetteaneta @poestardust @marvelinsanity

[moonbeambucky]

Hey Neighbor (Part 22)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peter Quill x Reader Word Count: 3377 Warnings: fluff, angst

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: I’m not going to lie, you’re going to be mad for a while. Feedback is always appreciated!

HEY NEIGHBOR PART 21 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

If you told yourself that after what happened Bucky you would be smiling and laughing more than ever before you would have called yourself crazy. At one point it felt like you would never be happy again and then you met Peter.

Peter was the sun that shined brightly pushing the clouds away. You went on a few more dates, texted everyday and found that there was no longer room in your mind for sadness. Bucky was the past and though you didn’t want to be friends at the moment you didn’t hate him as much as you had before.

“Ooh flowers! Someone must really like you,” Mr. Lee said, smiling from the security booth.

You smiled walking over to him, setting down the large vase with the gorgeously arranged bouquet Peter had delivered to your office.

“I think he really does,” you beamed, thinking about how sweet Peter has been.

Sure it’s still very new but you really like him and can’t wait to spend the weekend together. He had both days off and it was so tempting to call out of your internship. If you hadn’t taken off last weekend for the stupid wedding you would have, but you know that you can’t.

Steve finally hangs up the call he was on, and you didn’t miss his tight lipped grimace and the way he eyed the flowers as if they had wronged him personally.

“If you’re happy with Peter I’m happy for you but you really need to let Bucky explain.”

Your eyes flared with a flash of rage wondering if Steve betrayed your trust and spoke to Bucky and on top of that you were really tired of people telling you what they think you need to do. You bite your tongue, not wanting to berate Steve in front of Mr. Lee with the variety of colorful words that were swirling in your mind.

Instead you replied calmly with only the teeniest hint of sass in your voice, “Steve, there’s nothing to explain and I don’t care.” You wished Stan a good weekend, grabbed the flowers and walked out.

Steve knows you’re lying, that despite what you said you’re still hurt, he just wished you weren't so stubborn about admitting it.

Laughter filled the air in Peter’s apartment as the two of you danced in his living room, the lively music from his “Awesome Mix Vol. 1” playlist bouncing off the walls. Groot lays across the couch watching as Peter’s other pet, Rocket, a ferret with raccoon coloring thanks to the dark mask around his eyes, tries to unhook the latch of his cage.

Life has been so much happier with Peter in it. You love snuggling up next to him, petting Groot who insisted his head stay in your lap as you watched a movie together. Peter’s lips press a gentle kiss on your forehead, stirring you from the sleep you had nearly given in to. A tender smile spreads across your face as you look up to him, reaching forward to kiss him. A surge of desire ignited your senses, leaving you and Peter to some heavy petting that did not involve Groot.

The following Friday night you and Peter were eating at his place, trying your best to ignore poor Groot who whimpered beside the table. Steam was rising from the fresh pizza that sat on the table and as appetizing as it looked your stomach couldn’t help but twist with a little guilt. But pizza wasn’t something exclusive to Bucky, that’s silly. You could have pizza– it’s food, it’s fine. You shook off the thoughts.

Groot’s eyes followed the slice in hand to your mouths, gruffly barking in frustration because he wanted some.

“Down,” Peter commanded after Groot pawed at him.

You gave the dog a sympathetic smile, feeling bad as you continued to eat. Your eyes shifted towards your screen that lit up with a message from Wanda, wondering if you were going to make it tonight. You hadn’t hung out with everyone in a long time, spending whatever days Peter had off together. And then there was the fact of really not wanting to run into a certain someone, but Wanda assured you Bucky was not there.

It would be nice to introduce Peter to everyone, maybe Steve could change his attitude if he met the man that made your cheeks ache from smiling so much.

“My friends are all hanging out at a bar right now and invited me so, I don’t know if it’s too early for this but if you maybe wanted to come with me?” You cringed at yourself, realizing how you unconfidently rambled on.

“Sure kitten, I’d love to meet your friends.”

“Really?” You bit your bottom lip, smiling widely as Peter’s hand reached over to caress your cheek.

“I’d do anything for you.” The light sparkled in his eyes as he stared at yours, dropping his gaze to your lips and gradually back up again.

You would have texted Wanda back if your fingers hadn’t carded through Peter’s hair, your lips on his as he lifted you up, your thighs wrapping around him as he carried you to the bedroom. An unwatched table left Groot alone, happy to steal a slice for himself.

The night air was cool on your hot skin, still a little sweaty after your romp with Peter. You wondered if the smell of sex lingered on you, walking towards the bar together and stopping every few paces because Peter couldn’t keep his hands off you. With his arms around your waist he pulled you close to him, the metal gate of a closed store clanging as he leaned against it to capture your lips.

You were all smiles by the time you walked into the bar, hand in hand with Peter. Your eyes lit up when you spotted Steve and Clint, with Peggy and Natasha being revealed the closer you got to the table. You saw the back of Wanda’s head and were about to call out for her but your voice died in your throat as you spotted two familiar faces.

Bucky, and with him was that woman, Claire.

Your lips press tightly as you stare at her. Looks like Bucky kept his date after all, adding another fuck buddy to his mix since you left.

“Hey Y/N! Glad you could make it!” Sam waved you over.

Wanda whipped her head around, her brows raising with concern. With the squeeze of Peter’s hand against yours you put on a smile. Sam was the first to get up and introduce himself but you took over, introducing Peter to everyone including Bucky and the woman whose name you pretended you forgot.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Wanda said, smiling tensely.

She grabbed your arm before you had a chance to stop her, pulling you into the women’s room.

Her hands balled into tight fists that she shook in frustration. “I wish you told me you were coming. I thought you didn’t answer because you weren’t and Bucky only showed up like twenty minutes ago but if I knew I would have– ”

“Wanda, I don’t care.” She studied your smile, looking for cracks in the facade she knew you had to be wearing.

“Uh huh, okay.” She rolled her eyes not believing you. “It’s barely been three weeks and you’re telling me that you don’t care? That’s bullshit Y/N and you know it.”

“Wanda, I mean it!” you snapped. “Bucky and I had sex– that’s it!” The cutting motion of your hand emphasized your words. “I’m with Peter now and I’m happy so you need to drop it, okay?”

You pulled the handle of the door roughly, wanting to quickly get back to Peter. A smile graced his face with everyone’s eyes on him. You slid in next to him, catching the tail end of a question Clint had asked.

“Hmmm craziest story. Well there was a time we got called to an apartment in Queens because this kid had a Q-tip stuck in his ear.”

Everyone wore a look of confusion that only grew the more Peter spoke.

“It was this high school kid with his buddy and one of ‘em thought a spider crawled in his ear. So apparently they were trying to shake it out but it wasn’t working so the other thought they could dig it out with a Q-tip but he pushed a little too far and panicked, thinking it was stuck in his brain.”

“And what happened?” Peggy asked.

“The EMT’s were able to remove the Q-tip but the whole time the kid was freaking out, saying he could feel the spider biting him in his ear but they didn’t see anything.”

Claire spoke up, not that you wanted her to. “That’s why I always advise patients not to stick anything in their ears.” Whatever miss know-it-all, I’m sure Sam would say the same thing too.

“But the weirdest thing is that a week later I saw this same kid walking by the station so I ran out to see how he was doing. He turned down an alley and then he was gone, disappeared outta nowhere. So I look up…” Peter paused, making eye contact with everyone before finishing, “... and he’s climbing up the walls– like a spider!”

Everyone burst into a fit of laughter and Peter admitted the first half of the story was true. He wrapped his arm around you, proud to have seemingly won over your friends’ approval. Most of them at least. You tried not to make eye contact with Bucky but it was hard. You felt his gaze burn deeper with every sign of affection Peter showed, and anytime you happened to give in and catch his eyes you felt your upper lip tremble.

But this was fine. The chapter in your life with Bucky is over. It wasn’t even a chapter really, it was a short story, a few lines of prose and it’s over. This is fine.

This is fine...

It took a while to fall asleep that night. Even though your body was desperate to rest after another an amazing round of sex with Peter your mind could not shut off. You were thinking of Bucky and the emotion that poured through his eyes, the tense line solidified in his lips. Was he upset with you? He couldn’t be. You haven’t done anything wrong. You weren’t the one that fed him lies and played with his heart like a game, tossing it aside for a shinier toy. No. If Bucky is upset that’s all on him, because he let you go and not the other way around.

In the early morning you and Peter walked with Groot until you went separate ways, the two of them heading to the station to begin Peter’s shift and you headed home. You didn’t bother sneaking in like you had before. If Bucky heard you then whatever, you don’t care, but you don’t want to speak to him.

Last night had been very awkward, having not said a word to each other. You’re not sure if anyone who wasn’t aware of the situation realized there was tension, though Natasha had given you a curious look when you said goodbye. If she didn’t know she probably suspected and you’re fairly certain you’ll be under interrogation soon.

You couldn’t help but wonder if Bucky was under the same scrutiny. His mom was still tagging you on Facebook posts, a mix of funny animal videos and “mom approved” memes. Does she know what happened? Probably, considering the Fourth of July is coming up and she hasn’t extended a barbecue invitation. Does she know about Claire? So far you hadn’t seen Claire Temple on her friends list.

Yes, you stalked her through Bucky’s Instagram. It’s not a big deal, you just wanted a little more information about who she was.

                                              Claire Temple            Compassionate Helper 👩🏽‍⚕️ Avid Runner 🏃🏽‍♀️ Coffee Addict ☕

Scrolling through her photos you learned she is a nurse and (after having a minor heart attack) you learned she used to work at Metro-General. She doesn’t post much, a few pictures of the sun setting between the skyscrapers or graffiti on the side of the building; typical aesthetic pictures. But sprinkled in between those were pictures of her with people; colleagues from her new job at Sacred Saints, smiling as her arms barely wrapped around a brick of a man; her brightly colored sleeves popping against the umber of his skin. She grinned from ear to ear with him, ex-boyfriend perhaps?

Stop stalking her Y/N, stop it now!

You exit her profile, vowing not to look again though you’re not sure how much you trust yourself to keep that promise. But then again Claire was just one of many people that Bucky was sleeping with, so unless she was insanely clingy you didn’t think she’d be flaunting a picture of a guy she knew she didn’t have a chance with.

Besides none of this mattered anyway. Even if Winnie invited you to a barbecue you wouldn’t have been able to go because the Fourth of July happens to be Steve’s birthday and everyone was getting together to celebrate.

Luckily Peter had off the whole weekend and you were so happy he was coming with you. He looked very handsome in his FDNY shirt with casual shorts that showed off his thick calves while you stuck with a mostly red, white and blue theme, breaking out your red converse again with jean shorts and a blue tank top with stars on it.

In the late afternoon you boarded a crowded train to Brooklyn where Peggy’s friend Carol was happy to host a party to celebrate America and America’s ass. Apparently that was her nickname for Steve, teasing him with it because she knows how red he turns when he hears it.

Steve and Carol became close because of Peggy and though she seemed a little reserved at times you could tell they had broken the ice with each other. You met Carol before, seeing her at Steve’s apartment, and with her girlfriend Val when everyone went out for Peggy’s birthday a few months back. Carol lived in a building right off the water in Brooklyn Heights and had the perfect view for fireworks.

Hand in hand you and Peter walked down a lively street with kids riding their bicycles past you, and rhythmic music flowing from open windows. You were buzzed into the building, climbing up a hefty flight of stairs before reaching Carol’s apartment.

Val opened the door, her face lighting up as she threw her arms around you. There was barely a moment to admire the white stars painted around the eyes of her light brown skin as she introduced herself to Peter, catching him off guard in a welcoming hug before inviting you both in.

“Can I get you guys something to drink?” she asked, gesturing to the assortment that filled the kitchen counter, various bottles of soda and seltzer, beers, bottles of liquor. “Firecracker jello shot?” she offered, holding out a tray of them.

“I think I’ll say hi to everyone first, thanks,” you replied, making your way into the living room.

Steve was staring at the view from the window, setting the beer down from his hand when he heard you call his name.

“Happy Birthday!” you greeted, hugging him tightly. “What’s this?” You smirked, pointing to his jaw as he and Peter were saying hello. “Too lazy to shave on your birthday?”

Steve ran his fingers along the beginnings of a scratchy beard. “I think I’m growing it out.”

“I wonder what Peggy thinks… Peggy!” you turned to shout for her, seeing her on the other side of the room with Carol.

You said hello to them, meeting a few of Carol’s friends along the way. Soon more of your friends showed up and you were having a great time until Bucky and Claire walked through the door. You were the closest one to the entrance, wishing you had Peter by your side to distract you but he had been caught up in a conversation with Carol about her time as an Air Force pilot.

“Uh hey Y/N,” Bucky spoke, your name a foreign word on his tongue, “Happy Fourth.”

It was probably because of the fact that you were on the spot, with all eyes on you as Sam shouted for Bucky, that he leaned in to give you a half hug. Your palms didn’t quite make it up to return the favor. His touch reminded you of the ways he had you crying out his name, but now you shivered because it all felt wrong. Claire actually hugged you though she was a little hesitant, unsure if meeting you once constituted a greeting like this.

You made your way back to the living room, uneasy and in need of a distraction, not finding that in Peter who was still deep in conversation. Clint’s gaze caught you from the opposite side of the room, and he signed asking if you were bored. You shook your head, forcing a smile and signed back, “Not with you here.”

Clint strode over, grabbing a handful of chips first before he stopped beside you. You hadn’t seen him that much so it was nice to catch up a little. He was so happy the school year was over, hoping now he and Natasha might have some time to actually plan their wedding.

“Speaking of couples, it’s weird to see that, right?” He nudged his chin towards Bucky and Claire.

“What’s weird?” You’ve seen Bucky’s fuck buddies before, that girl Dot tried to weasel her way into hanging out with everyone on St. Patrick’s Day but at least Bucky had the common sense to spare you all.

“Bucky. That he actually settled down. Who would’ve thought?”

Clint chomped on chips as your mind spiraled into panic. You tried to control the tremble of your voice as you asked for more details, finding out Bucky actually decided to date Claire. Bucky Barnes. The man that’s fucked more people than the American healthcare system was actually, seriously, honestly in a committed relationship.

Your heart pounded in your chest, overwhelmed by this knowledge that has you on the edge of screaming at the top of your lungs and bursting into tears. Your feet took you straight to Val, not having to do much convincing to get her to do a jello shot (or three) with you. It seemed she had sampled a lot already herself and you wanted to feel just as loose.

She wooed loudly, grabbing some patriotic tinsel that decorated the table and placing a bunch first behind your ear and then hers. She stumbled a little bit but you caught her, both of you laughing as you helped her stand somewhat upright, fixing the metal necklace engraved with some sort of Norse symbol from around her neck.

With a bit of booze in you things didn’t seem so bad, except for walking down the stairs, that wasn’t the best idea, but by the end of the night that’s what everyone did. Carol’s apartment was on a dead end street that led right into the entrance of a pedestrian walkway that stretched out above the highway. It had perfect views of Manhattan, the Brooklyn Bridge and the beautiful booming fireworks display.

Peter stood behind you the whole time, his arms around your waist, face nestled in your neck pressing a kiss that made you squirm in delight. But your mind was cruel, reminding you of Bucky’s lips where Peter’s had been; of the chill on Bucky’s nose as he sought the warmth of your skin; of Bucky’s hands around you, holding you close like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly together.

The fireworks were reflected in the tears of your eyes, that you thankfully brushed away before anyone noticed. That was the last night you hung out with your friends as a group.

You couldn’t do it anymore, seeing Bucky and Claire hurt. Maybe it was the lies, all the bullshit you ate up like a starved child. And then it hit you.

Bucky wanted a relationship, but not with you.

PART 23

[idesofrevolution]

Welp as you can guess, Biker TF won the poll. So here we go kids.

It’d been weeks since I had... become who I am today. I’m still learning how to wield the power that Miss Marie had given me- and there were a few mistakes made along the way. But at the end of the day, I’d grown into a much more competent practitioner, so I decided one drunken evening to treat myself. After a delicious evening with a hunky biker bear, I’d convinced him to let me have his spare set of wheels. Riding came naturally to me- the open road and the wind rushing against me gives such a sense of freedom. It’s hard to explain. We still ride down the backroads outside of town just about once a week, although I’m sure the cruising spot in the bayou clearing does certainly help instigate such rides.

It was one summer afternoon after one such ride and rendezvous, wafting with the stench of sweat and sex, that I came across a young hitchhiker. He was young, maybe 21 or so with gorgeous ebony skin and a lean slender frame. I pulled over, and he quickly ran over to me.

“Hey, are you going as far as town?” His voice was frail and weak. A timbre of defeat echoed from the back of his throat, he’d clearly been through a lot. 

“Sure am. Here, hop on and take the spare helmet.” I smiled at him, and he coyly avoided my glance. He awkwardly mounted the bike, nearly tipping us over. “Never ridden before? Aight, put your arms here, and keep your feet up.” I gently guided his wrists around my waist and he tightly held on, nearly knocking the wind out of me. As we took off, he clutched me even tighter. Riding down the road, I could sense he was a broken kid. The air of sadness permeated his energy, and shaded every ounce of his body language. I don’t think he ever realized just how beautiful a soul he had.

About ten minutes of riding, I noticed we were nearly running on fumes. Luckily, an exit sign harked a little good fortune with a Shell station off the road. We pulled over at the nearest gas pump, and dismounted. 

“I’m gonna fill up, take this and get yourself something to eat man, you’re skin and bones!” I handed him a $20, and he looked at me as if I had three horns and purple skin. He blushed and walked toward the convenience store, but turned back to ask if I needed anything.

I looked at him, standing there against the cinderblock building and decided that he would get the help he deserved. If from nobody else, he would get it from me. I shook my head no, and he entered the store. Filling the tank took all of five minutes before it had topped off. I slid my card in, paid my dues and started to put my gloves back on before I noticed he had not come back out. To my left was another bike, sitting vacant and alone. Alarm bells went off and I rushed into the convenience store. 

I opened the door and could immediately hear the shouting. Behind the counter some teenage dumbass was fuckin around on his phone, not thinking a thing of the brazen diatribe that was filling the room. There, behind the wall of Doritos, Pretzels, and Slim Jims was the young kid, and a big hulking stag of a man shouting with his chest all puffed up like a blowfish. The foul, revolting shit that spewed from that mans mouth was beyond anything that I’d care to repeat in any way here, but when I say it was in reference to his ancestry I’m sure you can fill in the blanks. Grabbing his shoulder like a vice grip, I was about to teach this man what’s what.

“I think it’s time for you pipe the fuck down.” The man turned to me, covered in grease and stinking from days of riding in the summer heat. You know the type, ripped up and stained wife beater with tight, patched jeans; topped off with big beat up harness boots that were clearly two sizes too big. He sneered, sizing me up to see where his chances were in this fight. 

“Ahh, so you’re gonna be this little fuck’s hero, huh? You’re gonna be his WHITE knight, huh? See, I’m just letting him know that in these parts, it’d be best if he just fucked right off.” I’ll be the first to acknowledge that I have a bit of a temper issue which can get the best of me.. In the particular instance, however, I’d say I’m proud as all hell that I held that white trash by the throat about a sold foot above the ground. Tossing him aside, he landed against the aisle shelves like a ragdoll. I smirked, and figured out just how I would help this young man.

“Come on over, kid.” I waved him over, and he sheepishly plodded over to us. The racist tried in vain to pull himself up off the ground, but my size 13 Vans against his big burly chest had him pinned like a mouse in a trap. “I think this man needs a bit of an education, don’t you?” The kid smiled, looking down. I gently held his chin up. “And you need a confidence boost.” 

“Ah, your fuckin’ queers too! I shoulda gue...” I shoved my foot into his stupid maw, silencing him for the last time. I turned to my soon to be apprentice and smiled. I pushed a bit harder, watching my shoe sink further and further into that piece of shit’s mouth, before my entire foot was engulfed by his stretched head. The kid looked in awe as our prey squirmed and fought, and I think it was at this point that the situation clicked in his mind.

“Yeah, hows my foot taste, bitch? They sure stink to high hell, they’re my favorite pair. Kinda jealous of you to be honest.” I wriggled my foot inside his head, watching the outline of my high tops slide around under his skin. I’d played around with him long enough. I turned to the kid, who I’d noticed was tenting ever so slightly and winked. “Might wanna get rid of your threads, bud, you’re not gonna need ‘em.” With a quick jerk of my knee, my foot slipped out of his mouth, his head returning to normal. 

“You stupid fucks, I’m gonna fuckin kill you!” He would never get the chance. In fact, he was about to learn first hand what it’s like to have a healthy amount of melanin. With his clothes chucked aside, and his manhood at full mast, the kid walked toward the writing man. He gingerly put a single toe into his mouth, and pushed. His foot slipped effortlessly into the man’s throat, and quickly tugging at the corners of his mouth, he slipped foot number two in. The man was wriggling like a worm, I’m sure desperately trying to spew empty threats to ward us off. The sight of the kid’s lowering ass onto his stretched face caused a little bit of a muffled shriek to escape his cords. Now, musky, sweaty hitchhiker ass would be a treat to me on even the worst of days, but evidently some just can’t appreciate it’s mouthwatering flavor and scent. With his crack nuzzled right down on the good old boy’s nose, he began to pull on the man’s legs.

I watched proudly as his feet slipped downward, distorting his muscles under the tight confines of his jeans, before a sharp pop landed them inside the destroyed boots. They fit perfectly now, and I could just begin to smell the strong funk of greasy, funky socks and feet. The kid kept sliding into his body, his midsection growing and seemingly inflating with strong muscles. The old tank began to tear and rip, before it was shredded by the sheer mass of the inked, mocha colored abs and pecs that prominently burst forward. 

The kid’s face was in full elation, as he squeezed his arms down the throat, pulling the skin above his shoulders with a loud snap. His arms slipped into place; thick biceps and forearms bubbling outward from the man’s already impressive musculature. His tatted hands flexed, the new sensation of calloused fingertips and meaty palms seemingly fascinated him as he began to rub his new body.

I removed my foot from my new friend’s chest, and helped him up. This man was a beast! Towering to a massive 6′5, he was bigger, broader, and stronger than me- and I’ll admit... it was hot seeing this hulking, musky hunk standing before me with the youthful, boyish face of an early twenty-something. I eagerly awaited the final stretch as he pawed the whimpering final mask of the former racist’s face. Grabbing it by the nose, he pulled ever so slowly, savoring every second the slimy flesh slipped over his head until it snapped loudly into place. He adjusted his new face as the dark complexion flowed up his neck and across his scalp and jaw. He opened his dark brown eyes and smiled a million dollar smile at me.

“Now this is what I’m talkin’ about man!” The only word that came to my mind was stunning. His exterior finally matched his interior: sexy, proud, and strong. “Oh shit...” He looked downward, and within seconds I knew exactly what the issue was. Speaking from experience, not all the adjustments are as easy, so I decided my assistance was required. Getting down onto my knees, I unzipped his jeans, pulling them down. It revealed the yellowed, reeking jockstrap beneath which nearly concealed the problem area. 

Glued down behind his skin was the outline of his cock and balls. Just as I thought. Pulling down the jockstrap, I grabbed the hollow shaft and sac, tugging it up and down. Little by little his cock slid toward the chasm before it fully slipped in with a loud schlorp! When I tell you that cock grew into a footlong dong in seconds... with two sweat-dripping golf balls hanging low to garnish... I couldn’t restrain myself. I took it in my mouth, licking up every droplet of salty sweet sweat, pumping the precum out of it like a faucet. He grabbed the back of my head, thrusting his horse cock down my throat, fucking it like a fleshlight. His smelly balls slapped against my chin, and I could feel them engorging, getting ready to blow. 

And blow they did. Rope after rope. Straight down my throat. Every cup of it was whatever sadness, whatever insecurities, whatever weights held him down; now completely purged. He pulled out and I pulled my apprentice into deep kiss. This is who he truly was, and it was a fitting circumstance for it to happen. We turned to the slackjawed cashier, who evidently witnessed everything. I tossed him a $100, and we left. Hopping on our bikes, we headed back to town. The things I was going to teach dear Antoine here were going to blow his mind, and potentially his load too.

Okay kids. So there you have it. This was a long motherfucker and I’m sure it’s the longest I’ve ever written. If you haven’t guessed by now, each installment of Sebastian’s stories will be focused on punishing hate. This is what’s brought me out of retirement, and this is what I love writing now. I’ll of course listen to the feedback that y’all have provided me- I will do one-offs still. In fact, I’ll probably do a one-off next. Let me know what y’all think in my askbox. Thank you guys so much for all the support you’ve shown me.

[fangirlovestuff]

Playful - Chris Evans x reader

a/n - hey lovely people! i’ve had all these little headcanons in my head for quite a bit of time, so i’m finally posting it! let me know what you think and enjoy!<3

warning: implied sexual content

you and chris are known as a really goofy couple

what do you expect? when you put a couple of children at heart together there’s bound to be at least some chaos

once you built a blanket fort in the middle of the living room and spent the night in it

obviously, a disney marathon was involved

on the morning you wake up to find chris tangled up in the blankets you had for yourselves, leaving none for you

i mean you were pretty sure he didn’t do it on purpose, but still

you woke him up with a pillow to his face

which led to a pillow fight that ruined your fort

“oh well, it was bound to be ruined sometime”

you took your tongue out at him and he returned the favor

you were both pretty fond of puns as well

if you found a good one you’d make sure to share it

sometimes you’d get on a roll

“what did the grape say when it was crushed? nothing it just let out a little... wine,” you burst into laughing and so did chris

“what do you call a can opener that doesn’t work? a can’t opener!”

you could get into hours of laughing at each other’s stupid jokes, until your sides hurt and you were practically crying with laughter, when you got in a silly mood 

once you were having a nice saturday lunch at his parents' house, the whole family coming together to see each other and staying the afternoon

you were sitting on the couch, reading a book Lisa just lent you

the kids were playing outside, and, so you thought, was chris

but once you were immersed in your book chris came in without you noticing 

he came up behind the couch and circled his arms around you

“you look pretty” he smiled and whispered in your ear, startling you from your book

“awww, you’re pretty too,” you replied

and then, smirking, you continued

“pretty annoying”

you burst out laughing

chris pouted and turned to walk away

you quickly grabbed onto his arm and turned around, so your knees were on the couch and your face was towards him

you pulled him back towards you, circling your arms around his neck

“you look handsome,” you whispered before bringing your foreheads together 

you smiled and pecked his lips

just then one of the kids came in 

“ewwww,” he exclaimed at your PDA and everyone laughed

a lot of times when you mildly annoy chris he has a not-so-secret weapon against you

the mustache

god, you hated it with a passion

so if you were feeling particularly bratty that day, he’d just sigh and go “you know what? i think it’s time to bring back that iconic stache”

which would prompt you to thoroughly apologize 

“okay okay i’m sorry, please just not the mustache, i won’t do it again!”

you’d pout and you’d both laugh

you actually challenged him to a push-up contest one time

was it an excuse to watch him do push-ups because he didn’t like working out in the house? 

maybe

anyway, you actually held up better than you thought but he still won, obviously

you started rambling about how it’s kinda unfair that he won but he cut you off swiftly, putting his arms on the small of your back and asking you in a low voice

“when do i get my prize?”

there was one summer day when your AC broke down

it was an absolute nightmare

you called a technician but he said he could be there only in about three hours

you laid down on your bed with your phone, the heat boring into you like hellfire

you had one of those ceiling fans, but they were no match for an AC, doing nothing to cool the room down 

you were scrolling on your phone, a bit sweaty even though you were laying down, when chris came to lay behind you

he started moving his hands on your hips and sides, coming to squeeze on your ass

“chris,” you groaned “it’s hot as shit in here, please let’s not make it worse”

he hummed as if debating it, then brought his lips to kiss along your neck, sucking and nipping at your collarbone, drawing a moan out of your lips as you tilted your neck to grant him easier access

“i don’t know,” he mused, “i think we could use a distraction”

he ground himself against your ass and your breath hitched as you tossed your phone aside

once you both came down from your high you laid down beside him, sweaty and breathless

you huffed and rolled yourself to lay on top on him, like a big sweaty blanket

“nooo,” he groaned, “it’s like 200 degrees in here”

“oh really? who would’ve known something like this would happen?” you exclaimed

you lifted your head from his chest and smirked at him

“this is really your fault, you brought this onto yourself and-- oh!” you squealed and giggled as he suddenly rose from the bed, lifting you with him

you wrapped your legs around his waist as he made your way to the shower, smiling the entire way

sometimes interviewers would ask stupid questions about him working out, or people who met him would say they thought he was bigger

he tried to take it in good humor but you knew it still stung a little

so you never missed a chance to show chris how much you thought he was hot

touching his arm and pulling your palm away immediately, holding it in your other hand as if you got burned

“ahhh,” you hissed, “you’re hot!”

he laughed heartily, his hand slapping his chest

other times you see him talking to someone in a family gathering and come up next to him, slipping your hand into his back pocket and splaying it on his ass

luckily for the both of you, he’s an actor, so no one but you sees the glint of laughter in his eyes

other times you’d just see him standing in your kitchen, or in front of your bathroom sink, brushing his teeth

and you’d just give his butt a nice little smack

america’s ass wasn’t the only one who appreciated a nice ass in this house😏 

once you were sitting on the couch when you had scott and some friends over

you were sitting in chris’ lap, talking to him in a hushed voice, your hands intertwined in your lap

absentmindedly, chris brought your hand up to kiss it

you rubbed your nose on his in an eskimo kiss

which resulted in you both gave each other mad heart eyes

everyone in the room rolled their eyes

“c’mon guys,” scott said, “you’ve been dating for more than a year, when’s this gonna stop?”

the both of you just laughed

because you knew the answer to that was never

in conclusion chris evans come wife me up right now!!

hope u enjoyed! as always if you have any requests/ideaslet me know! btw for this anon - this is the fic i was talking about lol

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[keanuvibe]

omg a smut fic with keanu and he fucks reader on his bike

It is 8:40 on this warm monday morning and girl I was not prepared to get turned on so early but... here we are!

Warnings: smut, oral (m recieving) fucking over a motorcycle? (does that count as a warning idk lol) and Keanu (deserves his own warning)

A yawn escaped your throat as you trailed throughout the silent scape of your home. It was late, just past ten, and your husband, Keanu, hadn’t come up from the garage in hours. It was his day off, and on those days you usually let him do whatever. The man’s schedule is already so full of meetings, shoots, and press conferences, you certainly didn’t want to add yourself to that list. 

Soft music got louder as you approached the door that enters the garage, signaling that the man was still working on his motorcycle. You bit your lip, opening the entrance and stepping through. Your eyes met the sight of Keanu laying on his back, fiddling with something on the bike. A tarp resided under him, and the motorcycle; probably to keep the area as clean as possible. Tools and bolts lay scattered about, same with empty beer cans. It was almost as though a tornado had blown through.

“Almost finished?” You mused, standing in front of the man and folding your arms. He finished screwing something on before setting the tool down and sitting up, looking towards you. His hair was disheveled, more than usual, and he donned some grease marks across his forehead and cheeks. It was endearing, to say the least. 

“I can’t get the damn thing to start.” He huffed, rubbing his temple momentarily. You stifled a giggle at the new dirt that covered his face and instead, took a step closer. The mans eyes raked up your body, noticing what little clothing you had on. It was bedtime, so you only donned pajama shorts and a loose white T with no bra. 

“Well, maybe this is a project for after work tomorrow,” You hummed, running your fingers through his hair. The mans head leaned onto your thigh, a hand snaking it’s way up and rubbing your skin. The two of you sat like that for a moment, but you couldn’t help the distracting thoughts that came with your husbands hand caressing your skin.

“C’mon, motorcycle man, let’s head to bed.” You hummed, stepping out of the mans grasp. He sighed before standing up and tossing aside the wrench in his hand, replacing it with his near empty beer. You watched as the man threw his head back, finishing off the drink before throwing it into the recycle bin. His hands were quick to grab at your body, missing the feel of your warmth. Sometimes he gets lost in his projects, causing a whole day to pass without even a blink. And, because of that, he’s started to notice the mild neglect he’d been giving you.

You felt as he pulled your back flush against his chest and moved the hair from your neck. Gentle scratchy kisses began to litter the exposed area, causing goosebumps to cover your skin at the sensation.

“Missed you,” He murmured just behind your ear. The husky tone in his voice gave away what he was hinting at, and to be honest, you missed him too. His callused, dirty, hands made their way up your torso, fingers gently running just under your breasts; merely passing by the skin. It caused a hesitated breath to escape your throat. His other hand found the hem of your shorts, playing with it,snapping the elastic fabric back down against your skin in a teasing manner.

You wasted no time, flipping around so you were face to face. Your hands grasped his dirt-clad shirt, pulling your bodies flush once again. Your lips captured his in a heated manner; tasting the alcohol that stained his breath and lips. Keanu’s hands grabbed at your bum, kneading the flesh gently and slowly; relishing in the feeling. He then hooked his fingers into your shorts, pulling them partially down. You did the rest of the work, worming your legs so the bottoms fell to the ground; leaving you in a shirt and panties.

“Bed?” You whispered in a rush, momentarily breaking the kiss. The man shook his head, hand eagerly reaching up your shirt and grasping your breast.

“Too far, right here.” He responded, initially shaking his head. You nodded in agreement, arousal taking over your thoughts; almost like a pink cloud leaving a haze. Your hand ventured down passing the mans belt buckle and zipper, quickly undoing the articles so his pants hung open. Your fingers slyly slipped past his boxers, hand greeting dark course hair before his hardening member.

The sound of pleasure leaving your husbands lips only fueled your fire. Dropping to your knees, you were swift to free the man of his confines. Your eyes sized up his cock before meeting his gaze staring down at you. You could feel the tension and anticipation radiating from both of your bodies, it was electric.

You began to pump him with your hand, slowly, and gave him little kitten licks before fully taking him into your mouth. Keanu gathered the hair from your face, pulling it away so he could watch as you worked him so. His hips would thrust occasionally, causing you to deep throat, but it only fired the flame in your belly.

The man pulled you off before he got too close, and stood you back up. Bringing you in for a tight kiss, he quickly shoved his hand past your panties, feeling the heat of your core and wet cover his fingers. You released a soft mew at the touch, grinding your hips closer to his hand. The man bit your lip, releasing a soft growl before breaking the kiss. 

In a blink, Keanu flipped you around and bent you over his motorcycle, ripping your panties down your thighs. A shiver crossed your body as the cool air of the garage hit your hot core. You could hear your husband shuffling around, whispering sweet nothings as you were bent over and so exposed for him. 

A weak ‘Please’ left your lips at the anticipation; causing the man to smirk and grasp your ass before his fingers delve themselves into your pussy. The two of you released waves of pleasure at the sensation, it overcoming your senses.

“Missed you,” Keanu whimpered, “Missed this.” He added, this thumb playing with your clit while two fingers pumped in and out slowly. Streams of moans and pleads left your lips in a rush, only wanting him to fill you more and whole. The mans free hand smacked down on your bum, causing you to squirm from the mix of pleasure and pain. 

“Fuck me, please,” You whined, turning your head just enough to see your husband. He stood stoic over your compromised figure, a proud smirk covering his face at the domination. The man had a thing for that, he definitely liked to be in control. 

In one fluid motion, the man removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock; filling you completely. Loud moans echoed in the garage, amplifying the overall stimulation of the situation. His hands hooked onto your hips, holding you tightly in place as he slowly began to pump. You tried your best, given the position, to reach down and rub your clit; however Keanu swatted away your hand, instead rubbing it himself. 

Strings of curses and filthy words left your mouth, while praises and ‘good girl’’s left your husbands. With each thrust, your mind became more and more clouded, leaving no coherent thoughts to even be. Keanu’s callused thumb rubbing your clit only added to the haze.

“Oh, Ke,” You sighed, holding onto the motorcycle as the man pounded into you from behind. The familiar warmth of an orgasm began to bubble in your lower belly, and you frantically chased that intoxicating feeling; beginning to throw back your hips in time with his thrusts. 

“I’m gonna-” You didn’t even get to finish before a strangled cry left your throat as you came. Your husband didn’t slow, he only sped up his thrusts in a haste to chase that feeling as well. His fingers digging in your hips were definitely going to bruise, but you didn’t care. 

Keanu’s thrusts began to falter as he got closer until he too moaned softly, leaning over and biting your shoulder as he finished deep inside of your pussy. Both of you sat there for a moment, heavy breaths echoing the cement walls. The man slowly pulled out, both of you wincing at the over stimulation. A little giggle left your throat as you pulled up your panties, feeling the slick still coat your thighs slightly. Your husband tucked himself away, giving you a smirk before pulling you up against his now sweaty figure.

“We should go to bed,” You murmured, your brain and body stuck in a fuzzy feeling. Keanu nodded, kissing your forehead softly. He momentarily let go, grabbing your pajama shorts from the ground and handing them to you, a triumphant look upon his face. 

“C’mon darling.” He spoke, wrapping his arm around your waist and leading you towards the door.

---

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Goner

[Gif credited to original poster, @zombiepenguin334​ , it just shows the dominance Dean would have in the bedroom.]

Warnings: Fluff, Pranks (including fake damage to a certain 67 Chevy Impala), some attempt at crack or comedy, language, kind of/sort of smut (Oral, orgasm denial, plus a daddy kink), rest is implied smut.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Sam pranks Dean, but Dean thinks the reader did it. But something tells Dean, she needs to be punished for her actions.

Word Count: 1,761

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A/N: I started out smutty but then lost my smuttiness, don’t think I have it in me to make it explicitly smutty. Hopefully it was good enough.

a/n #2: All I can say is, think of the Simpson’s “I’m in Danger” meme it’ll be italics.

a/n #3: Named it after a song, lyrics are at the end. It’s just a few lines, I swear.

For @supernatural-jackles​ Bi-Weekly Writing Challenge

Prompts: “I’m laughing because you’re angry. I swear I didn’t do it!”, such a needy little thing, aren’t ya?, “I bet the neighbors know my name.”

~

“Perfect.” Sam mutters, applying another sticker on his brothers Impala.

To be fair, Dean started it with dying Sam’s hair neon pink by adding the die to his shampoo. Poor Sam had to go to a salon to remove it by dying his hair back to a reasonable color close to his original hair color. Now Sam has resorted to buying stickers, that you can easily remove, to make it look like his car was shot at and scratched. And it looked rather convincing.

Dean was going to be pissed. And pissed might be an understatement.

“Hey Sam,” Y/N says, entering the garage where Sam was adding flare by grabbing a knife and gun from the trunk and heading towards the unsuspecting Y/N. “Something just pinged, it sounds like the darkness but I’m not one hundred on – why are you handing me these?” she asks, as Sam hands her the items and runs.

“Sam!” she calls out after him but continues into the garage to investigate what the younger Winchester was up to. And sees the devastation done to Dean’s car.

“Sam,” she could hear Dean enter the garage.

“Oh shit, oh fuck,” she mutters under her breath, as she scrambles to get rid of the knife and gun.

But when she turned and she sees the older Winchester enter, but hasn’t seen the catastrophe. Not until he’s right at his car.

“What the fuck?” she heard him say. “SAM!” He shouts. Tearing his throat up.

He turns and sees her holding a knife and gun, completely ignoring her shocked expression which, for some reason, turned into fearful laughter.

“I know what you’re thinking, but Dean, trust me, I didn’t do it.” she says, heart pounding in her chest.

“Why the, what the, you did this!?” he stammers. Veins bulge out of his head, clearly angry. She laughs even more.

“This isn’t funny, look at my car!” he yells.

“I know, I’m sorry, it wasn’t me I swear!” she laughs, sounding a lot like she’s crying.

“Quit laughing!” he shouts.

“I’m laughing because you are angry, I swear I didn’t do it!” she shouts. “Oh god, I’m in danger!” she adds, laughing harder.

Her laughter, caused tears streaming down her cheeks, her cheeks burned as the blood flow continued to rise, even her ears felt warm.

Confused he could just look at her, then back at the car. Then back at her.

Since Y/N joined the Winchester’s, it was at first just a protection duty. A horde of werewolves from a pack Y/N’s family nearly wiped out was out for revenge. So, the boys protected her, even hunted down a good number of the members of the pack. Even the wolves, and the brothers learned that though her family continued to hunt, she doesn’t.

She went to school, became a freelancing graphic designer and writer. She had a life, a normal apple pie life.

Then she heard her parents died on a hunt, a witch hunt, when an unusual spell took hold of her dad, taking him out slow and painful, her mom was poisoned by the witch.

She never believed in revenge, but when she learned of this, the thought of following her parents lingered. Then the brothers came. Rescued her, the werewolves and her came to a truce, and an agreement. No hunting humans, or her, they’ll live all happily ever after. Sam even recommended them Garth, and added reinforcement, called Garth up to be on the look out to help them out.

Ever since that odd encounter, the brothers and Y/N have been really close. Especially with Dean. She was exactly like him. More ways than some. She keeps him in check. And he’s her rock.

But something about the way she’s looking, the way she’s dressed, is effecting him.

Her short ripped jean shorts, showing her perfectly toned legs and thighs, a black fitted t-shirt sporting YouTube entertainment. Her favorite gaming channel being Achievement hunter. And wearing his many flannels. His black and white flannel. He remembered when he knew he lost it to her.

After a hunt, the boys were gone a week longer than planned, she was scared out of her wits about them. He found her sleeping in his bed with his flannel on. He didn’t fight it, argue it, nothing. Not when he saw the fresh wetness on her cheeks when he returned. He slept with her close to him, even he needed to be reminded she was there.

“You know,” Dean’s voice was low, a different kind of low. It made Y/N stop laughing dead in her tracks. “That wasn’t cool, maybe you need to be punished, little girl.” He says.

“Huh?” she breathes. Out of breath from laughing.

“Does, a certain, naughty little girl need a, hard, and heavy, pounding.” He continues.

Her pussy clenches around nothing at his words. Causing a breathy moan to escape.

“Oh fucking destroy me daddy.” She mutters.

“Car. Now.” He demanded.

She walks over to the front of the impala, trips over her feet a bit before making it to the car.

“As punishment, you don’t get to touch any of this.” He says, grabbing his dick, rubbing it even through the rough denim material. Causing her to whine.

“Lean back.” He demands.

Her ass on the hood, she sets her hands back to keep her upright as she leaned back further away from Dean. But Dean kept close to her.

He lightly brushes her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She squirms at his touch.

He slowly leans it, painfully slow. She can feel his hot breath on her lips. And his lips just barely touch when she found herself leaning in, needy. He places a gentle hand on her shoulder stopping her.

“Nah, uh, uh.” He says playfully. “Little girl’s being punished, remember.”

“But,” she says.

“You’ll get some, in time.” He says. His hands roam her body, slipping off the flannel. He tosses it aimlessly aside.

His hands go under her shirt. She can feel his warm, gentle touch on her stomach and sides as he guides the shirt up and over her head, and off her arms.

He lets in a deep breath, but comes out a growl when he exhales.

“Bedroom, now.” He growls.

Without hesitation she leads the way to Dean’s bedroom. Dean slams the door shut.

“Bed.” He orders. She lays her back on the bed, crawling back towards the head of the bed where her back is on the headboard.

His lips didn’t hesitate to make their way to hers in a needy kiss. His tongue teasing it’s way in, when her lips part enough his tongue claims hers, lips not leaving as their love is being poured ounce by ounce in the kiss.

His hands take hers, placing them over her head. He pulls away from the kiss.

“Keep them there.” He pants.

“Dean,” she whines. Squirming under him.

He works his belt off of his jeans, tying them around her wrists in away so he could have it tied above her head, unable to touch him.

His lips are back on hers in an instant, as he undresses her.

“So, fucking gorgeous.” He says in the kiss. She moans into his mouth.

He smirks. “Someone likes being praised.” He says. Making her smile as he pulls out of the kiss, pulling her shorts and panties away in one swoop.

His mouth is watering at the sight of her, and wastes no time. One flick of his tongue at her aching core, a strangled moan escapes her throat.

He knows when she’s close when her hips find a rhythm and she tries to get more friction with each thrust. Causing him to stop. This happens a few times.

“Dean, I fucking swear,” she growls, pleasure building in a state she’s never experienced before. “If you don’t fucking fuck me stupid, I’m not baking you anymore of my famous berry pie.” She threatens.

“Damn, such a needy little thing, aren’t ya?” Dean asks, with a smirk.

“I mean it, if you deny me an orgasm I’ll fucking murder you.” She growls.

“Sure you will.” He taunts.

“Watch me.” She adds.

Dean sheds his shirt before he continues his torture.

 Hot and sweaty under the sheets, they pant, still catching their breath after what seems like a pornographic marathon. But really it was just really intense orgasm after orgasm.

“Okay, who knew orgasm denial would grant me one killer orgasm.” She says. “I mean, I blacked out for a second there, it was that good.” She comments.

“Glad I was able to make you feel good.” Dean says, keeping his arm around her, holding her close. Feeling her place a gentle kiss on his chest.

The pair hear a groan out in the hall. Causing them to laugh.

“Something tells me he knows we did some things.” Dean says.

“Well yeah Dean, I bet the neighbors know my name now.” She says grinning. Making Dean laugh.

“Sweetheart, I bet everyone in China knows your name now.” He adds. Earning a cackle laugh in agreement.

After a longing pause, she sighs.

“Still with me sweetheart?” he asks.

“We did a thing, didn’t we? We’re now a thing?” she asked.

“I’m sure we can stop with the sneaking around, hiding and just admit that we have a thing for each other.” He says.

“Yeah, I was starting to wonder if we’d ever fess up?” she says.

“I’m sure we would have.” He said. “It’d either me doing something stupid, or us doing this. It would have been one of two ways.” He adds.

“Yep.” She says.

A yawn escaping her. “What do you wanna do tomorrow?” she slurs, as sleep is coming knocking.

“How about I take you out to dinner? And even another one of these nights just not so…”

“Pornographic.” She adds. Earning a chuckle from Dean.

“Yeah, that.” He says.

He places a loving kiss on her forehead, as he lets sleep take him in.

“Goodnight sweetheart.” He says.

“G’night Dean,” she says, yawning again. “Love you.” She adds.

He smiles, with a light chuckle so as to not jostle her. “Love you to baby.” He whispers.

As he brings her in tighter, she even helps by snuggling in more into his chest, as sleep takes them in.

 I can’t stop now, there’s no way out, I’m a goner. I’m falling fast, I’m gonna crash, I’m a goner. I am captivated by your treasure, and it’ll be this way now, forever. I’m a goner.

~

Dean tag list:

@pandazombie69​

@luci-in-trenchcoats​

@supernatural-jackles​

@becs-bunker​

@mlovesstories​

@winchesters-favorite-girl​

~

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[pascal-istheway]

Kinktober Day 5

Kink: Double Penetration [18+]

Warning: NSFW, 

Pairing: Frankie Morales X Pope Garcia X Fem!Reader

Zoe’s notes: This one was slightly more challenging for me, but I couldn’t do a short one so sorry in advance. 

Word count: 2.2k

KINKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST

“I don’t know Frankie,” you whispered, watching your boyfriend’s best friend stand there in the door. 

“Come on, just give it a try,” Frankie brushed his fingers down your arm. The warmth pooled between your legs at the thought of it. He and Pope, two men that you’d always dreamt of being with and now, they wanted you. 

But they didn’t just want you, they both wanted you together. Which was a very scary and different concept than how you’d imagined each of them in the late hours when you were alone in your bed and your hand was slipped beneath your shorts.

The idea of them together was almost too much to bear. It made you hot and sweaty as he talked about it there in your bedroom. Pope leaned against the door frame and waited for your answer. You gulp, swallowing despite the sudden dryness in your throat. 

“Wh… what would we do?” you ask. 

Frankie smiles, glad that you’re not shutting the idea down, “well, whatever you’re comfortable with. You’re in control. We only do what you want.” 

Pope nods, “Frankie and I talked about it, I’m on board with anything you want.”

You watch Pope come into the room and sit down on the end of the bed, his hands sliding over your legs making you stretch your toes out to touch his thigh with your feet. You look back to your boyfriend and smile, nodding. 

“I’ve always wanted to try being with two guys,” you smile softly as a blush creeps over your face. “And Pope I trust you with anything just as much as I do Frankie.”

Pope and Frankie share a look and smile at you, Frankie leaning in to kiss you and speak into your mouth, “let us take care of you baby.” Your hands reach up for him as you nod, the kiss getting more intense as he slips his tongue between your lips. 

You moan into him, always being so responsive when his lips touched you. The trail of fire spread from your core to your thighs as Pope’s fingers trailed higher. His hands kneaded and massaged as he brought himself up to your core, pausing before diving in. But you don’t want to wait, you don’t want him to ask for permission, you want him to take you. You want to feel his fingers destroy you in ways you know his cock could do just as well. 

Your hand reaches out and takes his, pushing your hips into him as you desperately search for friction in your most sensitive spot. The move gives him all the permission he needs to dive himself in as he moves the thin cotton that separates you from them. 

“I need you… pl… please,” you whisper as Frankie moves his mouth from yours and trails down your neck. Teeth mark at your skin while he nips and sucks at your neck, moving down to your collarbone while pulling at your shirt to expose more skin. 

You hear Frankie whisper between kisses, “Take it off baby, please,” at the same time Pope says, “fuck I need to taste you.” 

You just nod and scramble to remove your own clothes, followed by Frankie’s. Pope, however, pauses before removing his shirt and pants, almost like he’s contemplating the entire thing all over again but when your eyes meet his, you realize he’s practically drooling over your naked figure in front of him. You’re laid out on the bed for the two of them, body bare and ready. 

Pope licks his lips and a smile pulls over his face, “god damn it, Frankie. You’re a lucky son of a bitch Fish.”

Frankie nods, pulling back to admire you, “just wait until you feel her.” 

Pope strips out of his clothes, tossing them all aside while you just sit and watch, barely concentrating between Frankie’s tongue over your breasts and his fingers squeezing at your thighs. You don’t miss it though, the moment his boxers come down his surprisingly tan legs and the part you’re craving to see springs from the confines of the cotton.

You swallow your nerves at the sight of him. While Frankie was girthy and well-sized, Pope had slightly more on him than you’d ever seen. Frankie was the largest you’d ever been with and the idea of being with both of them at the same time was overwhelming. The tip bobbed with his pulse, a small bead forming at the tip from his own arousal. 

You look at both men, eyes heavy and half-lidded as you feel the bed sink with Pope’s body. He crawls up, planting kisses on each thigh as he worked his way up to the apex of your thighs. Frankie smiles as a breathy moan escapes during the first lap of your folds. He watches his best friend work his magic on you, Pope’s tongue sliding between them as he massages your clit.

“Oh.. oh! Pope… I - fuck,” your back arches as his lips latch on and tug at your flesh. Your hands fly forward to tug at his hair, “fuck that feels so good. Yes, just li-like… just like that.”

You feel his tongue swirl and flip and dive as he drank you in. Eventually, you moaned so loud and pulled so hard at his hair that he hissed in pain, making you jerk to him when he pulled away. 

“I need to be inside her,” Frankie announced as they both rearranged you so that Frankie was behind you and lining up with your entrance while Pope was in front of you. The familiar sound of the tearing of foil makes you smile that even though you and Frankie had been together for a while, he was still careful enough to use protection. Pope the same, not that you expected any different from the two of them. 

Your thoughts are quickly turned away as you feel a slight burning deep in your core. A gasp escapes your lips as Frankie fills you, stretching your pussy out in the way you loved from him as you throw your head back against his shoulder while he moves in an attempt to rearrange your guts. You hear the soft grunts from behind you, the ones that you’ve heard a thousand times. 

Pope watches the two of you moving, his hand gripping himself as he strokes and tugs at his own cock. His eyes are practically dripping with lust while he watches your bodies dance together. He smirks, eyes half-closed, and shivers when you let out yet another moan, your fingers reaching out to him to feel him under the pads of your fingertips. 

Then you hear Pope speak up, a soft question, but one that you don’t miss, “think she can take more?”

Your eyes snap open and look at him, shocked, “wh.. What?” 

“Do you think you can? I want to feel you stretched to the brim,” he leans forward and takes your chin roughly in his hand, pulling your mouth up to his, and whispers into your lips, “I want to feel you come apart.” 

His eyes turn to Frankie who has his teeth sunk into your shoulder as he stretches you, grunting into your ear, “do you want this? Do you want to cross off that item on your bucket list?” 

You nervously laugh because as you palm Pope’s cock you’re realizing there’s no earthly way they will both fit. There’s no possible scenario where this will end up with them shoved deep inside your stomach and stretching you in a way you’d dreamt of in fantasy’s but never had the opportunity. Sure, it was on this crazy bucket list you had, the idea of taking two men at the same time. 

“I am not going to do it without your-” Pope hisses as you take him in your mouth, looking up at him through your lashes. “God damn your mouth is so good,” he hisses as you take him into your throat as far as you can. 

His hand wraps around your chin again as he pulls you back, “will you let us both fuck you?” 

You nod hesitantly but Frankie can feel the rush of wet that slicks your walls as you agree and it just makes him grunt into your ear and whisper, “good girl.”

You feel Pope settle in as Frankie rolls you so you’re on top of him with his legs hanging off the bed so Pope could stand behind you two. The stimulation causing each and every nerve in your body to ignite. You feel fingers at your entrance, pushing in with Frankie’s slow and methodical movements. The stretch makes you gasp loudly as Frankie takes his hands and spreads you wider to prep you for Pope. 

“God you’re so fucking perfect, you know that?” Pope whispers behind you, palming your ass. It’s almost impossible with the stretch practically blinding you but you toss your hair over your shoulder to look behind you as you feel his fingers pump with Frankie’s cock in and out of you. Eventually, you feel the stretch return to the normal feeling of your boyfriend pumping slowly but soon it’s replaced with the head of his cock. 

“Hold still baby, I promise this is going to be…” his voice trailed off as he pushed himself into your center, the tip meeting resistance as he attempts to stretch you out. “Fuck you’re so tight,” they say practically in unison. 

You moan and squirm between the two men as Pope and Frankie push their way into your center, expanding you past the point you thought you were able to. A slight scream escapes your throat when the head of Pope’s cock makes it past the tight band around your pussy, juices leaking down out of you over both their cocks. 

It’s almost too much to handle - this incredible and slightly impossible stretch that was taking over your entire body. You felt it in every fiber of your being, this indescribable burn that filled you all the way up. You could feel them pushing into you simultaneously and it makes you grip the sheets beneath Frankie and cry out, tears pricking at your eyes with the pain. 

Pope begins to move and suddenly the pain makes a turn, like a light switch that suddenly turned on, and with each thrust, pleasure explodes from your core. Your whimpers turn to moans as the center of your pleasure starts to climb rapidly with each thrust from the men. It was almost too much to take when you find yourself on the edge of the cliff and 

The spring that’s coiled inside you snaps and you explode, shattering into a million pieces. It takes you by surprise as the men speed up, a rapid pace pushing and pulling, beating up the walls of your cunt as you ride out your orgasm but then it happens. The gush of wetness that spills from you. Between the stretching and desperation, the ferocious pace set by the men, and your own climax, they’ve driven you to squirt. 

It took you completely by surprise but the men that were deep inside you both groaned, your cunt squeezing them desperately in an attempt to either keep them buried in you or push them out. Either way, it was making your body shake and convulse, your core slicker than you’ve ever felt it as all of your energy drains out with their cocks. 

You collapse against Frankie’s chest, feeling his breath rise and fall as Pope pulls out and finds his own release over your back as he groans in ecstasy. Frankie isn’t far behind the two of you, his hips giving a few short thrusts before he’s pulling himself out and releasing into his fist with a loud groan, his teeth sinking into the flesh between your neck and shoulder. 

The three of you are spent, Pope laying back on the bed before realizing you’re covered in him and Frankie and need to be cleaned. As your eyes close, you hear them whispering praise, what a good girl you were to take them like that, how perfect your body is, how incredible you are for doing this. It warms you, making your chest flutter with the praise. 

Pope runs to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth to clean everyone as Frankie strokes his clean hand through your hair, whispering in your ear over and over, “such a good girl for me, I’m so proud of you…” And he was, proud that is. He was so proud of you as you let them clean you up and fell blissfully asleep between them. He was proud of you for trying something new and for taking them with such willingness. The last thing you remember before you fell asleep was the soft kiss on your head as Frankie rubbed your back, whispering how much he loved you and can’t believe how amazing you are. 

[twdeadlysins]

Stay

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 1,497

Summary: The reader has been having recurring nightmares and goes out for a walk to clear her head, but her plans change when she sees Daryl at his spot on the perch. She joins him only to accidentally slip that she has feelings for the man. 

Requested by: @leej2468

Prompt Request:  90. “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?” - The reader (M/F) had another nightmare and walks out of their cell and saw Daryl sitting at his spot on the perch. They say #90 and they sit there with him. They confess that they have feelings for him. Possible fluff ending. 

Warnings: mention of death, fluff, the usual walking dead violence, language and such with possible typos.  Author’s Note: Another request done! I’m trying to get them done, but I have the tendency to either focus on one and not work on another OR I’ll do a couple at a time and then neglect one and do the other IDK. Anyways, I also have school work that is setting me back along with life stuff in general, so I apologize to those who are waiting for their long-awaited request to be posted or a series of mine to start up again. I know it’s probably been months, but I’m trying and failing OOF. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! 

The gifs I use aren’t mine, so all credit goes to their respective owners.

Masterlist in bio

Gasping for air, you jolted upwards in your bed, trying desperately to collect air into your lungs. Your vision was blurred and your cheeks were wet. Why were they wet? Wiping your flushed cheeks with the back of hand, you came to the realization that you had cried in your sleep. The not so peaceful slumber you were in left you dazed and confused in the bunk that you shared with no one. Having a cell alone didn’t bother you at all; you had your own living space and privacy, somewhere to go for peace and quiet. In this case, you didn’t have to worry about waking up your bunk mate with the sound of your whimpering from all the nightmares you had been experiencing as of late. So that’s a plus. 

Once you removed the thin blanket from your frame, you picked up your boots that were placed by your bedpost and slipped them on. Usually you would be against wearing socks to bed, but living in a prison that wasn’t so pristine deserved an exception. Plus anything could happen and you needed to be prepared, which is also why you didn’t need to change out of your clothes. The tight-fitting army green crew neck shirt and brown camo joggers were what you wore to sleep, so you tossed on your bomber jacket and armed yourself before heading out of your cell to get some much needed fresh air. 

Pushing aside the white sheet that substituted for the cell bars, you squinted, trying to adjust your puffy eyes to the dark. The moon peeked through the small barred windows that were high on the cinder block walls, slightly illuminating the place, which prevented you from tripping over your own feet and running into the walls. An oil lamp sat on the ledge of the perch where the hunter slept, also helping you guide your way through the prison hall with a subtle yellow glow. 

The way you met the group wasn’t the most pleasant memory. 

You were driving down the interstate in a black four door car you had hot-wired, going to no particular destination. The incoming herd of the dead made you slam on your brakes and crawl to the backseat floor. Covering yourself with a blanket, you tightly gripped your knife… you weren’t taking any chances. When the walkers had passed, you climbed back into the driver's seat and proceeded to drive until you couldn’t anymore due to the hundreds of cars that blocked the lanes. 

You had gotten out of the car and decided to search the vehicles for any supplies because you were running low on food and could use a set of clean clothes since the ones you wore were covered in blood and guts. A car stood out among all the rest, making you quirk a brow. Water and food were neatly displayed on the hood while the words ‘SOPHIA STAY HERE. WE WILL COME EVERYDAY’ were written on the windshield. Who was Sophia? What happened to her? And who wrote the message?

Based on the message and the supplies that were left, you concluded that the people cared about that person (obviously) and wouldn’t harm you (hopefully), so you decided to stay and wait for them to show up. They came there everyday and you were all alone with no plan on where to go next, so why not try your chances? You just hoped that you wouldn’t regret your decision. 

Shane, Andrea, and Carol had showed up the next day and pointed guns at you, demanding to know who you were and what you wanted. After much deliberation that you weren’t a threat, just someone who wanted to survive like the rest of them, they ultimately- well Shane ultimately decided to bring you back to the farm. Andrea and Carol were not big fans of letting you join their group and you understood that, you wouldn’t trust a complete stranger either.  

After you met the rest of their people, everyone including Andrea and Carol started warming up to you. They started engaging in a conversation with you, asking about your old life and not prying when you were uncomfortable sharing some information. The one person you did confide in was Daryl. Meeting the archer wasn’t the most ideal moment either considering he was covered in mud and blood, had an arrow in his side, and was grazed with a bullet on the side of his head. When he didn’t look like a full on walker, you were instantly attracted to him and found yourself trying to talk to him. At first he wouldn’t budge, which you didn’t take to heart since you were new and all. Over time though, you caught him staring and you would smile, getting a half-smile in return before he walked off, making yours fall quickly. 

The night that Rick, Glenn and Hershel came back with a dude named Randall was when Daryl took you by surprise. He had trekked down the farm house’s steps that you occupied and told you that if you ever needed to talk to someone, he would be there. “You’re apart of the group now.” He had said with a shy smile before joining Rick and Shane in whatever they were going to do with the hostage you guys had. Ever since then, you and Daryl had been close and your feelings for him grew more each day. 

Speaking of your feelings for the man, he sat on the stairs leading up to his spot on the perch, causing you to discard the plan of going outside. “Whatcha doin’ up?” His voice was gravelly, sending shivers down your spine and you were grateful that it was still dark out.

“I can’t sleep. Can I stay here?” He nodded and slid over while chewing on his bottom lip, causing you to grin as you quietly padded up the steps to join his side. “I was gonna get some fresh air, but this is much better,” you absentmindedly brought up, getting yourself situated. The space you had was nonexistent, leaving you very close to the redneck, but you didn’t mind… not unless he did. Daryl wasn’t too keen on contact, so him tensing up at your touch never offended you. He explained what his childhood was like and you didn’t think any less of him, you understood. “This okay?”

Daryl nodded once more before silence swallowed the room, making you stare outside the distant window at the moon. Normally the quietness would drive you insane, but with him by your side, it did the complete opposite.

“Wanna talk ‘bout it?” Daryl softly questioned, breaking your thoughts. You shrugged and brought your head down, picking your fingers as you contemplated on whether or not to burden him. Before you could back out, you remembered something he once said to you. 

“I had a nightmare. I have been having them for quite a while actually,” you solemnly chuckled, earning him to ask why you never told him. You shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I just thought they would go away, ya know? Everything’s kinda better now,” you motioned your hands around, referring to the shelter you now had. 

“That don’ mean ya can’t have ‘em.” 

“Well, yeah. I just wished they would go away since we’re good right now, but after tonight, it doesn’t seem like that’s the case,” you sadly sighed. “It’s always about me being alone again, me dying alone, or watching you die. And yeah it sucks- it totally sucks for me to be alone and even worse to die alone, but you- I can’t lose you. What you said to me, back at the farm? About how I was apart of the group really meant a lot to me- you mean a lot to me. Well, you mean everything to me and I love you, so I really need these nightmares to stop ‘cause the thought of never seeing you again is driving me insane and-” You stopped rambling, eyes growing wide at what you had just confessed and even though your heart screamed at you not to break it, your mind desperately wanted to know what his face morphed into. 

Daryl seemed stunned which is what you’d expect, the other would be running away and ignoring you. His mouth was slightly parted and his eyes were staring back at you in bewilderment, and you couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad one. 

“Daryl, I’m so… I’m so sorry I dumped that all on you. I didn’t mean- I wasn’t thinking,” you apologized, abruptly standing up and wiping your sweaty palms on your pants. “Oh my god. Uh- I’m just gonna go on that walk now,” you pointed ahead with your index finger, not wanting to stay and hear his rejection. 

Before you could make your way down the steps, a calloused hand wrapped around your wrist and a soft broken whisper followed. 

“Stay.”

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[p4lparker]

Try Me

I tried to focus in school, on conversations. But I just couldn’t. No matter the amount of Adderrall I took could take my mind from what happened. I couldn’t look at the couch or the rug in front of it without needed to leave the room and venture somewhere more private. Relieving the tension, before it all bubbled up again suddenly when my mind strayed. I groaned, shoving the books in front of me aside; maths could wait. All I could hear in my ears; were the noises she made. My blinking eyes could only see the image of her knelt before the stranger- Y/N’s head between her knees, making her keen. Biting my lip as I felt a familiar stirring in my pants, the blood flowing from my brain and to what lay in my boxers. My fingers itched to feel her soft skin, my palms ached to bounce off her ass again; I remembered the way her cheeks were stained red, and struggled not to groan out loud. Looking back to the bed, I could remember the way she moaned on top of me; her head thrown back, her body plaint and welcoming beneath me- my hand wrapped around her neck. Running my tongue over my dry lips, I decided enough was enough. Turning to the computer in front of me, I browsed through the bookmarks I had… only stopping in a sub-folder that I hoped no one else would ever be too curious to look in. Stopping my curser on one of the websites, I clicked and let myself be taken away.

         Scrolling through the videos, ignoring most of them. Until my hand and eyes stopped on one in particular. It looked to be new from the amount of views it had and the upload date. I hovered the curser over the thumbnail; watching as the images flicked through, my eyes were wide and I felt my breathe hitch, my heart skipping a beat before speeding up, as I stared at the girl in the video. She looked almost familiar; in fact she looked like Y/N. Similar soft looking hair, similar looking eyes, almost identical pouty lips- that just begged to be kissed. I bit my lip, wondering if this was really the right thing to do; I mean wouldn’t it just make my situation all the more difficult after watching. But a voice in the back of my mind urged me to click; the way I felt myself twitch within my pants was almost a sign. As the video was buffering, I walked to the door- checking dad wasn’t in the house before locking it and making my way back to my desk. Thankfully the video was fully loaded and ready to play, I loosened the button on my jeans and let the zipper slid down its track- wriggling my hips around and shoving the denim material to my knees. They were followed by the soft, but restraining material of my boxers and I settled back to watch the video.

It started, the girl sitting and reading a book on a big king sized bed. The camera moved over her body; her smooth legs looked, encased in a pair of barely there shorts, her torso covered in a Captain America top- I could imagine Y/N wearing- the top looking a little too small for her frame as it strained to cover her chest. Then the camera levelled to her face; eyes wide as she ‘read’, hair pushed away so we could see her features, her lips painted a subtle red- and the bottom one was drawn between her teeth, biting on the succulent looking bit of flesh. A soft sigh escaped her lips, one that made me twitch in anticipation. I watched as a man walked in; his face obscured from view. But his body still there, the girl on the bed looked up from her book and smiled sweetly at him. The man bounced down onto the bed- lying beside her, looking over her shoulder at the book, ignored in her hands. The girl was still smiling softly at the man, until he reached over and grabbed the book from her unwitting hands. She looked affronted as he tossed it to the side, until he pushed his lips against hers. Kissing her thoroughly, their lips tangling together and tongues probing each other’s mouths almost desperately.

         Their kiss didn’t take too long to heat up, but I guess that was part of the appeal of videos like this. My eyes were glued to the screen as his hands drifted all over her body; pushing her t-shirt up and around her neck until he pulled it from her all together. His hands found her chest, manipulating the fleshy mounds. Squeezing and rubbing the pink buds, nimble fingers causing the girl to squirm and moan softly. He trailed kisses from her swollen lips to her neck, biting and sucking marks into unmarred skin. He continued to move down her body; kissing and sucking at her soft looking skin as he went. Soon enough he was in front of her hips; which were bucking into the air desperately. He quickly removed the shorts from her; she was bare beneath just like the top half of her body. She was naked now, lying on her back and waiting for his next move- chest heaving as she breathed heavily. The man explored her body for a while longer before he let his tongue and fingers slip between her legs and make her come undone. I watched the couple; both now naked and ready to go. The man laid himself down on the bed and manoeuvred the girl atop him. Her centre resting above his mouth and his heavy cock engorged and wet waiting for her lips to connect. He licked into her; her resounding moan was guttural and made a shiver run over my body, my hand finding myself and squeezing gently. Spitting into the palm before moving it up and down in slow tugging motions, as my eyes stayed glued to the video. The couple were relieving each other and their moans and groans were adding fuel to the already roaring fire within.  

         The scene changed from that, to see the girl tied to the bed and spread for all to see, her core dripping with anticipation. And I all but groaned as I though how good Y/N would look in that same position. Her legs spread wide, so I could see her arousal leaking from her, her chest heaving in anticipation, bottom lip drawn between her teeth as she bit into it hard. The man entered again, and delved his fingers in to her spread pussy, I remembered how welcoming and warm Y/N was whenever my fingers entered her. I moved my hand a little faster as he thrust into the girl on the screen; identical moans slipping from open mouths. He thrust into her quickly, causing her to jolt on the bed- though she could do nothing about it as she fought against the restraints holding her. I watched as her legs were thrown over his shoulder and he continued to pound into her, making her call out. My hand moved faster as she was bent over a couch, her sweaty chest resting on the back of it her ass in the air and waiting for him to make her moan more. The scene continued until it changed to see the girl in her side; the man pounding into her from behind- her leg pulled back over his hip. Squeezing my dick a little as my hand moved faster, I was nearing the end- just like the video in front of my hungry eyes. The couple were back on the bed, the man on his back and the girl astride him facing the camera; she bounced on him quickly and rubbed at her clit. My eyes were enraptured, and my mind drew me back to when Y/N had touched herself for me. A growl left my chapped, dry lips as I felt my body tense. Balls heavy but lightening quickly as I emptied them into my hand. Sweat was running from my forehead. And though I wasn’t tense and frustrated anymore; I longed for more. Sighing before grabbing a tissue from beside me, wiping away the evidence before exiting the video and the website all together, I pulled myself together and stood on shaky legs to get dressed again.

         I moved to the bathroom and let myself into the shower, letting the water heat up before standing underneath the spray. Allowing the water rivulets to flow over my tingling skin. Cleaning up quickly, drying off and walking back to my desk. Sitting in the desk chair, towel slung around my hips, I checked my emails before moving on to the messages my phone which was lying abandoned by the screen. A new notification showed me I had a message, my eyes scanned through it a couple times.

‘I need you..’ Was all the message said under Y/N’s contact. I rushed around the room grabbing clothes and getting dressed again. Rushing awkwardly from the house, stumbling only a couple of times as I raced to the Jeep. I tried to focus on the road and not crashing, and trying not to speed to drastically. But I could feel my cock twitch in it confines as I sped off to Y/N’s house. All I could think of was her waiting for me, and it made me push my foot against the gas pedal that much harder- I was parking the Jeep outside her place hastily and diving from the cab. Running up the path to the front door and knocking frantically against it. When she opened the door; she was stood in one of my flannels, I could see her smooth- long legs trailing from the bottom hem, and I gulped. Suddenly feeling too hot. She smirked, her pink lips kicking up to the right side, before she gripped a hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in towards her lips. Her kiss was harsh, and needy. Her tongue tasting at my lips- tempting me to let her in, letting her tongue meet my own.  She pulled me through the door, our lips still connected and moulding together feverishly. One of my arms gripped at her waist and pulled her against me; feeling her body fit to mine in that way only she could manage, my other hand flicked behind me and pushed the door closed behind us. I blindly followed her and her torturous lips, as we stumbled up the stairs pawing at each other. Her hands were everywhere; nails scraping against the skin on the back of my neck, eliciting growls from me, her fingers tangling in my hair and tugging harshly, tracing down my shoulders and squeezing, moving down my arms and feeling the muscles jump at the attention before the moved down to the hem of my t-shirt. Pushing the fabric up and letting her hands explore the ticklish skin underneath.

         The fingers tickled over my abs, they danced for her excitedly; before her hand moved lower to rest on the waistband of the pants and boxers that were covering my lower half. She giggled as my body responded- my hips jolting forwards to present her with how she was making me feel. Then she let her fingers walk along my hip and to my back before she pressed her nails into the delicate skin. I hissed as I pulled my lips from hers. Pushing her pliant body against her bedroom door; forcing her body to move the way I wanted it to. Her head landed on the wood with a thump, her body pressed against my own and the hard wall behind her. I traced my hands down her body; squeezing at the skin on her waist, hips and thighs. Gripping them and tugging them around my waist before pushing against her. Grinding into her to create the much needed friction. A needy moan fell from her abandoned lips; we were both trying to catch our breath- I stared down at her. Her lips were red and swollen, her chest heaving up and down with her flustered breathing, her eyes wide and pupils so dark I could see my own reflection.

         “I’m glad you’re here.. We have this place to ourselves all night..” She panted, her nails digging in harder to the flesh of my back.

         “Well fuck..” Was all I could manage before her lips were pushed against my own again. Letting go of her thigh with one hand to fumble around for the door handle- fingers desperately trying to find the metal of the knob to force the door open and let us to the bed.

         “Oh come’on!” I grumbled, pulling my lips from hers and looking over her shoulder to the elusive handle. Dropping her to her feet carefully, I focused all of my dwindling brain power and attention on turning that damned knob! Forcing open the door with a fist thrust and a mocking laugh at its expense I turned to see Y/N smothering her own giggled behind her hand. Frowning at her, before grabbing her hips and throwing her over my shoulder. About three steps into the room, I realised that maybe that wasn’t the best idea as I stumbled and she almost dropped her to the carpeted floor, which really would have killed the mood entirely. Walking those last few steps to her bed with some difficulty before tossing her onto the bouncy mattress. She was laughing loudly the whole while; I grinned and tried to calm the pants leaving me. Before leaping on the bed on top of her. Smothering her lips with my own and kissing her thoroughly her giggles barely escaping our fused lips. Her hands began to pull at the hem of my t-shirt pulling it up and over my head and shoulders before throwing it down over the side of the bed.  Her fingers trailed along the waistband of my boxers, tickling the skin just below the fabric. Tucking her fingers underneath and pressing them to the neglected skin, while her lips worked their way down my neck- teeth biting harshly.

         “O-oh god..” was whispered as her fingers danced closer to the button on the pants; it was then I remembered the video from earlier. My mind losing focus on her lips and I pulled back- staring down at her wide and confused eyes, wetting my dry lips, as I made up my mind. My hands took hers from my pants; before I pulled the flannel up her body and over her head, she was naked apart from some barely there boy shorts, and it was almost like my mind short-circuited. My head felt fuzzy and dizzy as I stared at her. Nipples pink and hard, waiting to be given the attention they were vying for. My eyes followed down her bare body, staring at those tiny panties- the ones that were the only thing covering her from me. Slipping my fingers into the sides of the lacy fabric and pulling them gently down her long smooth legs. I smiled down at her completely naked body. Placing gentle kisses up the length of her body, just to hear her gasp as I got closer to where she was dripping. I focused my eyes on her; she was dripping, glistening as she waited for me to do something almost impatiently. I grinned and moved up her body, planting wet kisses on the burning skin. When I was level with her tempting lips once more I dropped a kiss to her lips before moving from her body completely. I stood from the bed and walked to the end of it; staring down at her body, that body that was waiting for me. I smirked down at her and she frowned, getting impatient to be touched. Darting my eyes around her familiar room; I searched for some scarves or belts or something to bind her to the bed she lay on. I finally decided to use a belt from her dressing gown and a scarf; she still frowned at me, following my movements with her confused eyes. I made my way over to the bed, only stumbling over my feet when I was at the end of it; managing to pass it off as me jumping on to the mattress. Crawling up her body, fingers tracing over the soft skin- it twitched as if coming into contact with a live wire, and made me feel more confident about what I was doing. All I could see in my mind was me and Y/N doing exactly what the couple did in the video, I could almost hear her moans and it only pushed me on. Pressing my lips to hers when we were finally at the same level, slipping my tongue into her waiting mouth and kissing her thoroughly. As she was being distracted by my lips, I took hold of her wrists and held them to the bed, before slowly looping the material around it and trying it to the headboard, copying the motions with the other wrist. When I was satisfied she couldn’t tug them loose, I pulled my lips from her.  

         Watching as her eyes widened- when she noticed she couldn’t pull me back to her lips. Her face smirked up at me as she tested the bonds; tugging at them slightly. I chuckled when she finally lay still; once she’d realised she was at my mercy and I was in charge for once.

         “Sit tight.. I’ll be back in a moment- don’t go anywhere..” I murmured against her puckered lips, dropping my eye into a wink and leaving her tied to the bed- calling my name desperately as she wondered just where I was going. I padded through the house, finding my way into the kitchen and grabbing a couple ice cubes from the freezer; tipping them into a glass, and pouring some water into another two glasses for us both to drink. I carefully gripped the three tumbler’s between my shaky hands and made my way back upstairs to where Y/N was situated, impatiently. I grinned cheekily as I came back in, setting the glasses down on her bedside table. Making a big show of taking a small sip from the glass, offering her a drink- which she refused stubbornly. I chuckled before turning my attention to her once more. I watched her, watching me. Her eyes wide and curious as I moved my fingers into the cold water. It chilled my fingertips- I lifted them from the glass and trailed them over her stomach; watching as her stomach twitched at the contact of the cool liquid tracing over her heated skin. Goosebumps rising in my fingers wake. I smirked down at her, letting my lips trail over the cooling flesh- kissing away the cold. A quiet moan rang from her parted lips. I raised my eyes and smiled into her stomach. Reaching over to the bedside table, my finger gripping onto a frozen lump. Gently popping it between my lips and letting it melt slightly, before pulling it out and tracing it over her chest. Ringing her nipples with the ice, making them pucker even more- they looked almost painful, and Y/N hissed above me as I trailed the cube all over her breast. Slicking the ice down her body and over her stomach, letting the ice settle in her belly button- before moving my warm lips over one of her pert nipples. The rosy bud looked almost angry in colour, and was cool to the touch of my lips. Her whine spurred me onwards, following the trail of the ice with my heated lips- driving her mad, she was twitching and writhing against her binds.

         “S-Stiles!” She called as my mouth trailed lower, kissing over her core. Smirking as my lips kissed around her, before letting my tongue poke out and tickle her inner most parts. Tasting, licking and nibbling until there was a constant stream of moans and curses slipping from her lips. Her head was tilted down and watching me, her eyes half-lidded and heavy with lust- as she watched me make her come undone with my head buried in its favourite spot; between her legs. I didn’t stop my tongue moving over her until she was shaking beneath me, until she was contracting around me, until she was calling my name loudly, not until her legs were squeezing my head closer to her. Once she was calming down, she let her legs loosen; giving her one last gentle kiss- she gasped at the contact on her oversensitive core, before I moved away. Sitting back on my knees and staring down at her, still breathing heavily, I moved my hands down to the belt and button on my jeans before pulling the off and open respectively. Shimmying the material of my too-tight pants and boxers down my hips and legs until I was as bare as the dazed girl staring at me. She licked her lips as her eye made contact with my hardened dick, that was standing to attention and practically begging to be inside her; and soon. She struggled against the ties on her hands, pulling against the harshly- trying to get closer to me; her eyes still trained on the part of me that was cherry red and leaking with excitement.

         “Tsk, tsk, tsk Y/N. Not just yet, you can have your fun..” I muttered into her ear, as I hovered over her. My lips grazing her ear- her breathing hitched as my teeth gently nipped at the skin. I chuckled, still at her ear. One of my hands leaving the bed to reach into the bedside table drawer; finding the open box and grabbing the protection we’d need. Moving off of her and sitting back on my knees again; opening the foil packet, and slipping the cool latex over my eagerly awaiting cock. Once it was situated, I moved to hover over Y/N again; taking hold of myself in my hand, and gathering some of her spilled juices, teasing us both- before moving myself into her. I pushed myself in, and was welcomed with her warmth and grip. It felt just like the first time I’d slipped into her; she was just as warm, and just as wet and just as welcoming. I moved inside her, pushing in and pulling back- each time pushing further into her- with each movement she called out, straining against the bonds at her hands; desperate to touch me. I laughed at her in a huffy- almost out-of-breath manner as I kept pushing myself in.

         Quicker.

         Harder.

         Just the way she liked it. Just the way we needed it.

I pushed myself into her, hips hitting hips. Skin slapping against skin. And heavy balls slamming into her fleshy cheeks. Her legs wrapped around me and pulled me in closer- forcing me to pound into her waiting wetness. I continued to move until I could feel myself getting closer to that edge; Y/N was close too, closer than I was- so I moved one hand down and rubbed furiously at the swollen bundle of nerves. Pushing her over the edge and into a contracting pleasure that shook through both of us. She gripped me tight, and milked me for all I was worth. But before I could reach that edge she went limp; the remains of her orgasm still running through her, I pulled out of her slowly but continued to rub her through the waves of pleasure that were rocking through her. Her moans and whines only made me harden more if that was even possible. I stared down at her, both of us breathing heavily. I could see some sweat gathering on her forehead, and could feel it running down my back and chest. Calming my breathing eventually, but still rubbing at Y/N- I watched as her face scrunched; I could tell she was close again and I almost laughed at how sensitive she was. And with that last thought slipping through my mind, her body went taut before writhing against the bed sheets. Whines leaving her mouth almost pathetically. Once she was down from her high, she tried to shimmy away from my probing fingers. I knew she needed a moment to recover, pulling my fingers away softly and moving to untie her hands. Once her wrists were free; she rubbed at them with her now free hands. I gently gripped one in my hands and massaged the rubbed skin from her bonds- copying the motions on the other red marked wrist until she was grinning at me softly. I nodded before handing her the glass of water; giving her a much needed drink and stoking at her slightly sweaty hair.

         I lay on the bed beside her, tracing my fingers over her clammy skin and calming down with her. Once she was relaxed and a small smile was gracing her beautiful features, I let my lips find hers. Y/N took over the kiss, licking at my bottom lip and sliding in. our tongues met, and she mapped out my mouth, her teeth biting at my tongue gently; before she pulled back- her teeth nipping at my bottom lip, tugging it into her own mouth and sucking it, before letting it snap back to my teeth. When she finally pulled away, she smirked devilishly at me. Before trailing her fingers down her body- where the disappeared between her legs. She began to rub at the nub my own fingers itched to stroke at. Her head tipped back onto the pillow, before she let out a moan that made me twitch against my stomach- reminding me I was still very hard. And very horny. She giggled, before sitting up swiftly- she turned to face me and swung on leg over my hips. She settled herself above me, one of her delicate hands reaching to massage me before moving me to where we could be connected. She pushed herself down onto me; almost growling at the contact, before she moved upwards again slowly. My anxious hands gripped at her hips and pulled her back down on me. Our matching moans, echoed within the empty house. I forced her hips up and down, thrusting upwards into her, and grinding against her to create a delicious friction that almost had me going mad. Our rhythm and pace increased.  She was moving on me quickly, head tossed back- mouth open letting out needy noises. Letting go of her hips with one of my hands and collecting her own- moving to where we were joined. I coaxed her fingers to rub at herself. And watched as her fingers circled that engorged nub, I watched as I disappeared within her. Again and again. Over and over. I was pushed to that edge and would only need a gentle nudge and I’d burst.

         “Unngghh… S-s-so c-clossse..” I hissed as Y/N moved quicker on me. Forcing me to go deeper. Quicker. And too soon, we were both falling into that familiar oblivion. I felt all of my muscles strain, as this beautiful girl gripped me and released me tightly. I could feel myself fill the latex separating us. I watched as she ground down on me, prolonging the ecstasy- until she could take it no more and flopped forwards. Landing on my sweaty chest, her hair sticking to my body slightly. And we both laughed loudly as we tried to catch our breaths.

         “So much better than the video..” I whispered to her hair, moving around and getting rid of the filled condom in the bin next to the bed. I lazily pulled her over my body, until she was resting on my chest again; wrapped around me like a Koala, snuggling together as we both clamed from our previous activities. A grin a mile wide was etched onto my cheeks, making them ache at the sensation. I listened to her breathing as it deepened and knew she was asleep. Kissing her hair softly once more, before following after her dutifully.  

[park-chim-chim-fan]

Bouncy

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Smut, slight degradation, spanking, unprotected sex, car sex, daddy kink, somewhat sub!tae

When your boyfriend Taehyung said his family wanted to meet you for the first time your heart practically burst. You were so excited to meet everyone he talked so dearly about. It was when you were starting to get ready that you started to panic. What were you going to wear?Should it be something modest? Fashionable? Practical? You basically had a meltdown in front of your closet while trying to decide. Until you found the perfect thing. A flowy sundress that was long enough to be modest but short enough to stay out of the way if you needed to do anything to help out around their farm. Sure it was a tad bit low cut but you’re sure they wouldn’t mind it too much.

You didn’t realize until you were on the more worn out back roads how bumpy they’d be. You could feel your entire body jostling every which way. It made you kind of carsick so you decided to go on Instagram to distract yourself. You had been on your phone for about 5 minutes when you look up and see Tae struggling to keep his eyes off you.

“Can I help you?” You say confused as to why he’s looking at you with such dark eyes. The way his eyes trailed up and down your body had your insides doing flips. He takes one last look at you, then pulls the car over and unbuckles his seatbelt. It’s only then that you see the slight rise in his trousers. Before you could question him he quickly leans over the center console to bring you into a passionate, deep kiss. You succumb to it, still utterly confused. When you try to move away to speak he just goes deeper into the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. He moves his mouth to your neck still not having said a word.

“Tae what are you doing?” You said with a slight giggle. He then pulls you over the center console so you’re sitting on his lap. You’d be lying if you said this side of him didn’t have your panties soaked in mere seconds.

It’s a few seconds more before he growls into your ear, “You know Jagi, I’d really rather see your boobs bounce while you’re riding me instead of on some stupid car ride.” His husky voice sends shivers up your spine causing your hips to grind down into his. You groan from the slight friction that you didn’t know you longed for until now. Tae hiked your skirt up to your waist, revealing your pink lace panties. It wasn’t long until he placed a firm smack on your ass, causing a drawn out moan to fall from your lips. “Mmmm, Jagi such a naughty girl,” Tae growled, as he slowly moved his lips down your neck and collarbone, leaving faint marks. “Wearing such a dress for me while coming to meet my family, knowing I couldn’t keep my hands off you, hmmm? You want people to know how much of a slut you are for me kitten?” You groaned in response, taking ahold of his shirt to gain balance while you slowly grind your hips down into his bulge. Another smack came down onto your ass. “I didn’t hear you kitten, you have to speak up.” “Yes Tae, I want them to know,” “Good girl,” he said as he moved his free hand down to your clit. You shuddered and let out a small gasp as his fingertips rubbed the sensitive bud through your panties. He slid your panties aside and teased your entrance with his index finger. “You’re so wet for me already kitten,” “Tae please,” you whined. You needed something, anything, to get rid of this ache between your legs. You tried to grind down onto his fingers that were devilishly circling your entrance. “What? Tell me where you want me princess,” Without speaking you move your hands down to his belt buckle. You start to undo it until his hand moved to grab your wrist. “Ah ah ah, not so fast. Tell daddy what you want like a good girl and maybe he’ll give it to you, ok?” His dick was rock hard, pressing into your leg from the confines of his pants. “I want you in me daddy. Please,” Your words were like music to his ears. “Asking so nicely for me, kitten. You want daddy’s cock in you so bad hm?” “Yes daddy I need you.” And with that he undid his belt and pushed his pants and boxers down, revealing his throbbing pink member. You collected the precum that slid down his cock with your fingers and licked it all off while maintaining eye contact with Tae. “Fuck, I didn’t know my Jagi was so dirty,” He looked up at you through his dark bangs and hooded lids, giving you a small smirk. You started to stroke him as he slid your dress over your head so rough he might’ve ripped it. He made quick work of your bra, tossing into the seat next to you. Small groans escaped his lips as you continued to slowly stroke him. His lips were on your nipple in seconds, sucking and nibbling on it while he cupped your other boob with his free hand, softly massaging it. You let your head fall back, immersed in the feeling. Suddenly the feeling between your legs was too much to ignore, your wetness dripping down your thighs onto Tae’s lap. “Tae, fuck I need you now,” “Mmm, so needy for me princess,” he mumbled against your skin. The feeling of his breath across your skin made you whimper. You could feel his cock twitch in your hand at the sound. He released his mouth from you and grabbed the base of his cock with one of his hands, the other firmly grabbing your ass. He teased your folds with the tip, earning another needy whimper. You closed your eyes in anticipation, waiting for him to enter you. “No no kitten, look at me while I fuck you,” he said, bringing you to open your eyes. “I want to see that pretty little face of yours, ok?”

You were met with his deep, lust filled eyes just as he bottoms out all in one thrust. You let out a loud moan, feeling the familiar stretch once again. Taehyung lets out a gasp as you start to slowly move your hips against his. “Fuck baby you’re always so damn tight for me,”

You clench your walls around him, his fingers digging into your hips, sure to leave bruises. “God, you can’t do that babygirl or this is gonna be over faster than it started”

After getting used to his size you started to move your hips up and down, riding him just how he liked. You let out small whimpers as he picked up the pace, getting needier by the second. Pretty soon he was slamming your hips to meet his thrusts, the sounds of his deep moans and slapping skin filling the car.

The whole time his eyes remained on you, wanting to see every little thing he was doing to you expressed on your face. A loud moan escaped from your lips as he gave a particularly hard thrust.

“You always make the prettiest sounds for me kitten, God I love you so much” He buried his face into your neck, the sweat from his hair now collecting on your skin.

The mix of your moans and your clenching walls was beginning to be all too much for him. His thrusts became sloppier and more desperate, chasing his high. He removed his face from your neck and let it fall back onto the headrest, revealing his furrowed brow and plump parted lips. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach begin to grow, your high becoming very close as well. When he shifted in his seat slightly, the angle changed, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. You weren’t even aware of the sounds you were making anymore, needy whimpers and moans falling freely from your parted lips. One of Taehyung’s hands moved lower to lightly rub your clit, making your thighs shake.

After a couple more thrusts, Tae began to whimper in your ear “Fuck so tight- Such a good girl for me kitten- Ahhh fuck baby I’m g-gonna c-cu-“ “Come on baby, cum for me.” You whispered back, sure that he would send you over the edge as well. And with that, he released, his hot cum painting your walls.

You kept grinding down on him, chasing your high causing him to go into overstimulation. His gasps of immense pleasure sent you over, clenching and releasing all over his dick. He let you ride yours out, giving him even more pleasure as you slowed.

You pulled off him, maneuvering back into your other seat. Both of your releases slowly dripped out of your core onto his seat. Pretty soon you couldn’t stand the feeling anymore and cleaned yourself up with some napkins from the glove compartment. You looked back over to Tae who’s eyes were still closed. “You alive over there?” You poked his sweaty chest with a small grin. He opened his eyes to look back at you, giving you his signature smirk. “We are definitely doing that again”

Let’s just say his family was quite confused when they saw your state once you’d finally arrived. 30 minutes late.

A/N: Hey! Some of you might be confused bc you’re expecting a different fic but I started writing this a while ago and forgot to post it. Hope you enjoyed! 😉💖