#y’all have got to unlatch from that man’s tit

[hawkzeyes]

Nothing makes me want to shake individuals like a settled drink more in my life than when ppl say superheroes are inherently right wing fascists. So I guess just fuck the Jewish folk who established these characters to literally fight against fascism and antisemitism. Fuck the superheroes that are leftists and use their funds and time to improve their communities. Y’all make me want to rip out my teeth.

Just because Alan Moore said something does not make it actual comic law. Think for yourselves… Fuckin hell…

[oftenderweapons]

Stress Reliever - Taehyung

Pairing: Taehyung x reader (nicknamed Lace)

Wordcount: 4k words

Genre: smut, (moody Taehyung, but no angst)

Rating: 18+

Hello, my darlings! We’re almost done with the Stress Reliever series, and seriously I can’t wait to show you what I’ve been working on more recently!

But for now let’s focus on the incredible man that is Kim Taehyung. By now you know what this scenarios are all about (just in case; boy is frustrated and decides to take it all out on his gf).

TRIGGER WARNINGS: first of all, unprotected sex within an established relationship (wrap it before you tap it, y’all!), blowjob and facefucking (both male and female receiving), exhibitionism, multiple orgasms and I mean,,.,.,., MULTIPLE. Sex toy, masturbation, rowdy fucking, cumplay, edging, overstimulation. Swearing.

Wordcount: 4k.

Well, here’s my masterlist and ENJOY *wink wonk*

—————————————— “I’m in an awful temper, love. Can I fuck it out on you?”

“Tae?” You turned around, confused, your boyfriend shirtless and barefoot at the door of the kitchen.

“Can I?” He asked, crossing and uncrossing his arms nervously.

You stared at the half-cooked stew in front of you on the stove, then at your gloriously grumpy man, then again at the stove, quickly deciding to switch off the flame and head towards Taehyung. “What got on your nerves, Tae?”

“Just tense.” He rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck. "I know you love it when I ruin you."

You stared at him, kissing him deeply, caressing his face and neck, hands splayed on his chest. "How do you want me?"

"Wanna fuck you hard." He groaned, one hand hugging you tight to him, the other palming his strained trousers.

"Where?" You asked, noticing his wandering hand and joining yours to it.

He blinked a couple times. "Maybe against the back of the sofa?"

You lifted an eyebrow. "Didn't we do that last week?"

"Wanna change spot?" He asked. "You came pretty hard, I thought you wanted an encore."

You smiled on his mouth, combing his hair back. "Tonight it's about you, baby. Tell me where you want me so I can fuck you, Tae."

He moaned and closed his eyes. He let you go, entering the kitchen, propping his elbows on the counter, legs slightly parted, fingers working at his belt. "Get on your knees."

An amused smirk settled on your face, starting to walk towards him.

"No. I said, get on your knees."

Your eyes blew open in surprise, then you sank down, licking your lips and crawling towards him.

"That's my kitty cat. Come here so I can fuck your dirty big mouth." He growled, voice so deep you could feel it getting under your clothes, rumbling aggressively against your stomach.

You sat on your heels, settling before him.

"Show me your bubblegum tongue, ____. Show me how you wanna fuck me, doll face." His fingers dipped into his underwear, curling around his base and taking out his hard on.

"Tae, it's so fucking beautiful." You crawled closer, trying to put your mouth on him. "I wanna lick you up. Suck you whole, fucking eat you alive."

He started tugging at himself, the tip swollen and red already, precum leaking out. "Lick it clean, doll face, I know you want it."

You smiled up at him wicked and glorious, caressing him with the front of your tongue.

"That's it. Play with it, love, show me how much you love my cock." His words were doing wonders between your legs, spurring you on and making you cream your panties. You took a couple inches of him, his pulse ricocheting from his veins into your skin. He reached the back of your mouth easily, and you tried taking a deep breath through your nose, relaxing your throat not to gag on him. His taste made your hand reach down between your thighs.

"No touching, kitty cat. I'm the only one who can give you pleasure tonight." He pushed his hips against you, barely an inch, knowing that you were not ready yet. He would wait. Then, once you were ready, he would show no mercy. But until then…

You started tugging at your shirt, hoping he would let you take it off.

“Take it off, love, let me see your gorgeous tits.” His hands struggled not to reach your hair, helping you back off from him.

You released him with a lewd pop, taking your shirt off in a nanosecond. “My bra too?”

He noticed your grey lace piece and admired it for a long instant. “Yeah, that too.”

You smirked and took it off, unlatching it and letting it hang from your shoulders, taking off one strap at a time, slowly, cupping it against the curve of your bosom.

“Let it fall, love. Let me see. So sexy...” He had started touching himself again, his digits rolled circles against the underside of his shaft, his thumb spreading the precum glistening on the glans.

You licked your lips. “You look delicious, Tae. I’m salivating, baby. Need to have you.”

“Here, love.” He lowered his stance for you, bringing his cock to your lips. “Open up wide for me, love.”

You obeyed with a mischievous smile, eyes gleaming in ecstasy. You rolled your tongue out, offering him the velvet heat of your mouth.

He didn’t need further invitation, sliding in with a groan. “Goodness, fuck. Such a lovely mouth. Perfect.”

You felt adored. A man who was actually a god walking on earth, with millions of people swooning over him, wanting him, crying for him, was here, in the kitchen of your shared apartment, getting head from you, losing his mind over you, completely at your mercy. Might as well give him a good one. Curling your lips around him, you retreated, keeping only the tip in your mouth, sucking your cheeks in, creating a vacuum effect that had his eyes rolling back and a loud moan leaving his mouth. Encouraged by his enthusiastic reaction, you let him go, only to slide on him till your nose reached the short hair at the base.

“You’re a fucking sin, love.” His vision was blurry, his hands aching to tug at your hair.

You nuzzled your nose against his pubic bone, enjoying the feeling of him groaning for you. When it became too much you simply withdrew, working him with your hands as you regained your breath. His taste intensified in your mouth as oxygen filled your lungs. God, you were basking in every single detail of the whole experience; how he sounded, how he looked, how he tasted and felt like, but most importantly how he made you feel. “Tae, is it okay, do you need me to change something, baby?”

“All perfect, love. You’re fucking perfect.” His eyes were focused on you, like the world could end and he wouldn’t notice.

Once more you felt like puffing your chest in pride, deciding to simply swallow him once more, bobbing your head energetically on him.

He murmured something unintelligible and wet his lips, biting down on his lower one. “____, I need to grab your hair.”

You looked up at him, eyes wide, drinking him in, and as a confirmation you grabbed his wrists, letting his palms fall on your head, latch into your locks. He moved tentatively against you, still trying to be gentle, to understand how far he could go before hurting you.

His stare, once fixed on your mouth, moved to your hair, eyes rolling back and lids falling close, reopening on the blurry vision of your reflection in the window at your back. Once more he found himself with his mouth hanging open, the lascivious image of you eliciting a low, loud sound from his throat. He didn't share his discovery as his fleeting glance kept moving between your face and the window at your back.

He could see the way you bounced on him, how you were moving your hips looking for friction, how your toes curled in pleasure, how your back arched towards him, moving closer, rocking back and forth. “That’s it, love.” He couldn’t resist. His brain was battled between the visuals and the comfort of the counter supporting his lower back and torso. Fuck it, give him the visuals.

“Love, I need you to see something.” He said, making eye contact and holding your cheek in the palm of his hand.

Once more you let him go, giving him space and catching your breath. “What is it?” You asked.

He turned on his side, his left elbow propped against the counter, his beautiful cock pressing against his lower stomach. He was already quite big himself, but only now you noticed how much of a grower he was. You were truly surprised you’d been able to take all of him. Eyes fixed on his sex glimmering with wetness, you tried to get back to your previous activity when he stopped you, pointing behind you.

You twisted your neck towards the window and saw it. The reflection of the two of you. You turned on your side to get properly in front of him, your silhouettes painted on the glass. The picture was now perfect, truly flawless. “Fuck, let me finish you.” You begged, eyes locked on the window while you took him past your lips, past your teeth, past the back of your mouth, straight down your throat. He swore viciously, one arm supporting him on the counter, the other moving you toward his crotch.

There, on the window, over the glittering skyline of Seoul, you saw the outline of his body, his rolled down pants, his beautiful, tousled hair moving together with the rolling of his body, and at his feet your crouched figure, fused together with him at his middle. You looked like one single entity. One individual.

With that thought you picked up your pace, looking up at Tae's face but noticing only his jaw as he perused the reflection of you. Hands reaching for his balls you started cupping them and squeezing them gently.

"Close." He murmured.

With a moan you invited him to cum, bobbing on him harder. His palm pressed you against him and with a couple pulses he came down your throat, the sensation absolutely pleasing, his seed warm and salty in your mouth as he withdrew and let a couple drops finish on your lips and chin. His orgasm was almost silent, but the vision fully compensated for the lack of sound.

"Incredible, love. Truly a goddess." He took a breath and bent down, licking up the remnants of him on your chin before slipping his tongue past your lips and into your mouth. Feeling his saliva mix with his taste gave your head a spin and you abandoned yourself into him. You were so lost you almost forgot how wet you were.

“Let’s take it to bed, yeah?” He asked, still lingering on your lips.

“Yes.” You murmured, not even realising what he was asking you.

He giggled at your state, then helped you up, noticing your wobbly legs. He discarded his sweatpants, taking them off with some impatient kicks. “Here,” he whispered softly before picking you up and pressing your head into the crook of his neck, your naked chest adhering to his front.

As he started walking, you noticed the way your crotch moved against his lower belly, just shy of his groin, his half soft sex a barely noticeable presence. “Want me to eat you out, love?” He asked you, walking down the corridor to your room.

“Anything you want, Tae.” You replied, dedicated only to his pleasure.

He smiled fondly, then placed you on the bed, sitting you there. He swiftly got rid of your leggins, leaving you in nothing but your panties. He immediately noticed your reddened knees, his mouth going there naturally, placing soft kisses. “Need to prep you up and get inside you as soon as you’re ready.” He confessed quietly.

“Please, Tae, anything you want, but be quick.” You begged timidly.

He smiled, wicked, throwing himself at the bedside table, rummaging in there. “Yesss.” He fished something out of the drawer and approached you, grabbing his favourite toy from your collection. “Can I use this?” He asked, staring at you with big puppy eyes.

“Oh my God, I love you, yes.” You smiled up at him, elated, laughing at the nerve-wrecking arousal rushing through your veins.

He didn’t hesitate using his mouth to wet it, the vision so erotic it had you gasping and moaning his name. “Want me to put it in, love?” He asked, pushing your panties aside.

“Take ‘em off. Quick Tae, please.” You weren’t too proud to beg at this point.

He was sitting on the bed with you, right between your legs. He struggled a couple second before catching the toy between his lips, rolling your panties off your hips and pushing both your legs up towards the ceiling, then over his shoulders, pulling your underwear under your raised bum and along your legs. Unhooking the garment from your ankles, he threw it behind his back dramatically before smacking your ass harshly and playfully at the same time. Your feet once more on the mattress, he took the — relatively — small dildo from his mouth, dragging the tip along your folds and then finally pushing it in.

You whined in response, surprised by the fact he hadn’t warned you, and held his wrist, stilling him for a couple seconds. “Taehyung, baby, wait.”

He bit his lip guiltily and now laying on his stomach, he dragged his nose along the inner side of your thigh. “So sorry.”

You let his wrist go and wiggled a little on the toy, as he made eye contact with you, waiting for your small nod before slipping in some more. It didn’t take you long to fit it all in, taking a deep breath when you felt your labia touching the base, your skin flushed against Taehyung’s hand. “Babe, that’s fantastic.”

He laved your inner thighs with his tongue, looking at you intensely. “Let me see you touch yourself.” He asked.

God bless. “Sure?”

“Yeah.” He replied, voice neutral, eyes focused on you like a predator.

You wasted no time bringing your fingers to your clit, his spare hand stopping you and dragging your digits to his lips, wetting your fingertips sinfully. “Now you can go.” He smiled appreciatively, then brought his face a few inches away from your cunt, resting his head on your hip while he kept thrusting the toy in and out of you, sometimes angling it so that your stomach flexed with the sudden change. His eyes moving from the vision of the toy to your fucked out expression, Taehyung murmured small appreciative comments and encouragements, mentally recording how your fingers danced on your clit, intentioned to use that knowledge next time he fingered you.

“Are you close, kitty cat? Your breath is hitching, your breasts are blushing so prettily. Wish you could see yourself.” He kissed your hip, picking up his pace with the toy. “Let me see you cum, love. Show me how beautiful you look.”

Two more thrusts and you felt yourself come undone, eyes shutting close and head spinning over the sudden pleasure. Taehyung slowed down his hand. “____, you look glorious, baby.”

You slowed down the finger on your clit and only when you removed it Taehyung captured it in his mouth, moaning wantonly at your taste. “Let me eat you, love.”

You breathed out a ‘yes’ and propped yourself up on your elbows. “Tae, I swear you’re the sexiest thing alive.”

He smiled brightly and dipped his head down, his curls hiding his eyes from you. “Use your safeword if you need me to stop, love.” And with that he began pushing the dildo into you at a crazy pace, his mouth latched onto your clit from the first instant of his jackhammering. A part of your brain would have worried over him accidentally punching his nose in the process, but unfortunately you were so caught in sensations that you didn’t have time to worry over nosepunching and facesmashing -- or how embarrassing it could be to explain the events, were things to go wrong.

You cried out, his tongue hitting an especially sensitive nerve. “There! Tae, yes!” He looked at you from under his fringe, your hands immediately heading south to move his hair. He dragged his head side to side as your head crashed back against the mattress. Suddenly your skin was awakened by a cold breeze.

“Would be such a shame if I stopped, wouldn’t it?”

You looked down at him, ready to crush him with your thighs. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

“Watch your mouth, brat.” He bit back, removing the dildo from inside you, watching you leak out your previous orgasm. Because Kim godblessed Taehyung had just edged you. And Heaven only knew how long he would keep up with this game.

“I’m sorry, sir.” Obedience was your only possible saviour.

“Good. Now lay down and take it.” He punched the toy back in, using only the tip of his tongue to tease the apex of your labia. His pace was so slow, the pressure so feeble you would have barely felt it in normal circumstances, but with your fresh climax and his recent edging you were overly aware of how much control he had over you.

You moaned, knowing that any kind of convincing would mean talking, and talking would mean no mouth action between your legs.

Your hands stayed on his head, leading him a little until he growled. “No pushing. Just hold my hair. You push my head and I stop.” With that, you moved your tension to your toes, now curled, while your hands stayed butterfly-light between his locks, gripping only when one of his licks hit exceedingly close to your most sensitive spot. All your willpower was focused on your hips, keeping them still, even though you were incredibly close to throwing yourself onto the toy until you could feel it rub against your cervix.

He was making loud slurping sounds, enjoying the way your forehead creased each time it became too good and you had to rein yourself in.

He stopped for a second, raising his chest to look at you properly, his arm punching the toy relentlessly into you. "You good, love?"

“Please, Sir.” You whined, while he removed the dildo, licking up your slit, drinking you in. His face was glistening in a mixture of sweat and your wetness. “Taehyung, seriously.”

“What?” he asked. Once more he leaned in, filling you again and wasting no time before worshipping your cunt with his whole mouth. He looked a man possessed, pupils blown wide and so dark, endless pits of blackness, sparkling with the smallest trace of mischief. His hair felt so soft as it tickled your belly and once more you writhed underneath him, your lips opening in a cry as you felt your high approach. His stare noticed the blush on your chest, the hardened peaks of your nipples, the way one of your hands left his hair and clenched the sheets.

And then he stopped. “Just one more, my love.” He murmured, giving you a moment of peace to regain your composure. “You look so beautiful, my love.” He brought one of his big palms against your cheek, caressing you while kissing your hip, leaving small hickeys there. He used the slow-down to move the dildo more carefully inside you, curving it and angling it so to hit that sweet spot he was so familiar with.

“Ready, dove?” He waited for your confirmation, and finally prepared to make you come apart, his pace calculated, his movements deliberately slower in that way that allowed him to focus on the way you reacted. Once he saw your eyes close, your hand grabbing his hair forcefully, he saw exactly what you needed, responding to the directions your body was indirectly giving him. He continued with the toe-curling, breath-taking, mind-blowing, motion until your whole body degenerated from a cascade of sparks to a full-blown inferno. And he kept going, releasing your clit but fucking the toy into you just like he would with his own cock, first fast and ruthless, then deeper, calmer, caught in his own release.

When your eyes eventually opened, you felt like a new woman.

“Tae… that was—” You let out along breath.

“Yeah.” He replied. “But I want another.” Licking the toy clean, eyes still on you, he sucked and lapped until there was nothing left of you on the silicone, putting it away when he was done. Bending over your navel he dragged his middle and ring finger over your opening, drawing circles on your overworked nerve-endings.

“Tae— Oh my god!” You squealed when he reached a particularly tender spot inside you. He was truly tireless, once more pouting over your mound and nuzzling it with his lips and nose.

“Here.” He murmured, close to your thighs. The vibration of his low timbre was nothing compared to that of some of your sexy gadgets, but still, you felt it harder than anything else in the world. He was so attuned to you, sometimes you felt like no other man could make you feel this good even with the most precise instructions. “Tell me how to make it quick for you, my love.”

You moaned at the thought of him asking you how to please you. “Hook your fingers and your tongue harder— yes!” And that’s all it took. Fingers hooked, tickling your g-spot, lips open wide between your legs as the muscle of his tongue pressed hard against your clit, he gave you a slick, hard surface to rub against in the throes of your climax, drinking in the vision of you fucking his face shamelessly. He stood there perfectly still, looking at how your body reacted to it, saving everything in his memory for next time he needed to touch himself or to remind you exactly why you stayed with him regardless of his mood swings and flaws.

Not that you needed such a reminder. The pleasure he always granted you so prodigally was ingrained in your brain, indented in your flesh and in your heart, much like the way his worshipping hands ran up and down your sides as he murmured. “Let me take you.”

You simply nodded.

In half a second you were on your front, his hands pulling your hips upwards as he positioned you on all fours. He entered you without warning, roaring in pleasure, slamming into you ruthlessly and helplessly. “You’re so fucking tight, nymph.” He stayed still a few seconds, letting you get used to his impressive size. “You’re always so tight after you cum.” His forehead pressed between your shoulder blades. “Need to fuck you so hard. Your knees good?” He asked.

Dumbfounded, you confirmed, waiting for his reaction, which was immediate: setting a wild pace he started ramming into you, looking for quick release and with each and every intention to drag you with him. Fingers rubbing almost too violently against your cunt, he began biting your shoulders and neck, leaving bruises on your upper back and scratches on your waist, where his spare hand gripped you firmly.

Wordless groans and grunts rolled down his lips, his chest reverberating with each of them, pressed snugly against your spine.

“Almost there, Tae.” You squealed through a tight breath.

He was speechless, thrusting so hard you could hear the hard smack of his hips against your behind, your flesh quivering with the sheer force of the impact.

As his middle and ring fingers rubbed violently at your sex side to side, you felt an incredible fourth high hover somewhere along your spine, your back arching so to meet Taehyung’s movements with your own, resulting in a pull so intense your elbows gave out, your face glued to the mattress as your climax echoed under your skin and left through your mouth in a muffled cry somehow resembling Taehyung’s name. He went on, still unsated, hammering into you throughout your orgasm, until the tightness of your insides became too much and he screamed your name, collapsing onto you, latching to your body as if he were falling into the void, you his only lifeline.

Breath heavy, glutes still shaking with the effort, he rolled the both of you on his side to let you breathe, worried that his weight might actually suffocate you, but still, he stayed sheathed deep inside you. No way he’d be parting from you in the next foreseeable future.

You called his name, softly, checking on him.

“Yeah. You good?” He asked, wrapping his arms tightly around you, leaving butterfly kisses on your shoulders and nape.

“Yes,” You replied, still ecstatic.

“Do you still want dinner?” He asked, mentioning your forgotten meal.

Settling into his embrace, and doting on him and his cockwarming kink, you shook your head. “Just a few minutes.” You replied.

You felt him smile behind you, his kisses now veined with fevered adoration. You perfectly knew you would fall asleep and make slow, tender love in the deep of the night, but that’s how things go with Taehyung and you were perfectly content this way.