[One Last Time] pt 2

Originally posted by bangtanboys-official


characters:TAEHYUNG X Y/N

Genre: ANGST, smut…

description: ”Just for tonight, pretend.”

part 1 



Your two weeks with Taehyung at the hotel were almost over, he had taken you to the sea everyday, out to eat and some days just to rest at the hotel room. But even through all that he had always managed to sneak away to go call her..you knew but you ignored it. You wanted to pretend this was like before, pretend he still loved you, that there was no other woman. 

“Do you want to go out today or stay here?” Taehyung asked you from the bed, once again on his phone, as you were coming out the shower,with a towel wrapped around your figure. You had showered, getting rid of the saltwater, since you and Taehyung had went to the sea early in the morning. You wanted Taehyung to look at you, you wanted his touch, but that belonged to her. You walked over to the bed, he still hadn’t looked at you, you placed your knees over each side of his waist. The olive skinned man finally looked at you,his brown eyes stared in shock seeing you straddling him,”Y/n what ar-” he had begun to question but you had placed a kiss on his soft lips, thinking about when was the last time you had kissed him. His large hands then grabbed your bare shoulders and softly shoved you off him,”Y/n are you crazy?” He got up from the bed exiting the room. You couldn’t help but crying wrapping your arms around your towel wrapped body, he had rejected you. 

Taehyung walked with his hands in his blue jean pocket. He couldn’t help but think about your hurt look you had when he had pushed you off. He didn’t know why he didn’t, maybe it was at the thought he had actually missed the warmth of your lips. The feeling he got when felt your body straddling him, he kicked his foot in the sand, no he couldn’t have feelings for you, for fucks sakes how fucked up is he. He was cheating and now he wanted you, he shook his head, “fuck, what have I done.” Was the only thing he muttered before he ran off to the hotel looking for you.

You looked at the man you loved,confused,what was he is doing there? Wasn’t he disgusted by you? Taehyung saw the confusion in your eyes and did what you had done earlier, he kissed your lips. It was a soft kiss that still caused you to feel the butterflies in your stomach. As the kiss continued he laid you onto the bed, placing your hands around his neck. Even if it was temporary you wanted to feel loved by Taehyung, as he finally let your lips go he placed onto your neck, his large hands roamed your body. You moaned as he found your weak spot, Taehyung found your breast with his left hand and started to squeeze slightly, making you arch into his hand.

Keep reading

nahsty asked:

If you want 2016 to be your year, don’t sit on the couch and wait for it. Go out. Fucking make a change. Smile more. Be excited. Do new things. Clean your room. Throw away what you’ve been cluttering. Unfollow negative people on social media. Go to bed early. Wake up early. Kick ass. Every damn day. - the love yourself project

omg tysm Aila! you’re an angel :) p.s good luck on your love yourself project!

This is no good. You did a really bad job. This is not a good job. This is not good pizza. This is terrible. You did it wrong. You are not good at this. You need to quit. Don’t ever do this again. Go to your room and go to bed. 

Thanks for the submission, Magnus

Olicity: Go Back To Bed

Anonymous said: Little bit angsty, but I know you like that stuff. Prompt: Felicity is away on a business trip leaving Oliver to look after the kids. Something triggers Oliver to have a panic attack and little Ava calms him down from it like the awesome little kid she is… Please?


No. No, sweetheart, go back to bed. Go back to sleep, please.

“Daddy, are you sick?”

I’m not sick. I’m not safe. Please, go back to bed. Go back to your room and close the door.

“I’ll help, Daddy. I remember, Mommy taught me.”

No. Don’t come near me. Your mother will never forgive me if I hurt you. I will never forgive myself. You are the most precious, sweet little girl and I cannot risk hurting you.

Keep reading

Closed Off - Theo Raeken

AN// I’m Theo trash I’m sorry! 

“Hey Tracy.” You smiled softly and sat down next to her on the floor in Theo’s room. She looked up, nodding, going back to her book. You got up, figuring she wanted to be left alone and went to go lay on Theo’s bed. Sighing, you reached to grab your phone out of your pocket.  You scrolled through your timeline for a little bit, when Corey came in. 

“Hey, Cor.” You said, happy to see a friendlier face.

“Hey, Y/N/N.” He said with a smile. You pat the spot next to you on the bed but he looked over and pulled the desk chair over to the bed.

“Why?” You said with a laugh. 

“Uh, Theo told us if he ever caught one of us touching anything other than a chair or floor in his room he’d kill us, again. And he specifically said the bed was off limits.” He ended with a grossed out face. 

You laughed, still a little confused.

“He’s just being ridiculous. Come sit. Tracy, you wanna sit? It’s much more comfortable than the floor. It’s really not as big of a deal as he makes it into.” 

She looked up, obviously annoyed that you interrupted her reading for a second time.

“Have you guys had sex on there?” She questioned flatly. 

You didn’t say anything but looked down, blushing. 

“Yeah, the floor is more than comfortable.”

You sighed and looked at Corey, he looked grossed out and went to sit in the chair. You never knew how to take things with Tracy, but Corey always made you laugh. You smiled lightly at the still traumatized look on his face. Theo finally walked in, looking pissed.

You didn’t say anything, watching as he threw his bag towards the desk, almost hitting Corey. He flinched and let out a breath, rolling his eyes at Theo’s temper. 

“What?” Theo snapped.

“Hey,” you intervened, “You almost hit him, chill.” 

He rolled his eyes at you and threw himself on the bed. 

“What’s your problem?” 

You knew you were going to start an argument in front of Tracy and Corey but you didn’t care. He ignored you and you walked out, slamming his door. Walking out is better than arguing I guess.

You sat at his kitchen table and ran your fingers through your hair. You heard a big crash from upstairs and Corey came running down the stairs and out the door, not looking back once. Tracy came stomping down a few seconds later and walked towards you.

“Get your boyfriend, he’s an ass.” She snapped, walking out without another word. 

After a few seconds, you got up and climbed the stairs to his room. He laid there with a pillow covering his face. Once he realized you were there, standing in the door frame, he grabbed the pillow, groaning loudly. He threw the pillow next to him and looked up at the ceiling. You walked to the end of his bed, and climbed up, crawling up his body until you got to his waist, straddling him. You grabbed his face, kissing him softly. 

“You wanna talk?” 

He shook his head, looking annoyed that you were on top of him. You sighed, climbing off of him and laying down on your side of the bed. Now you were annoyed with him, and he knew it. 

“Babe,” he groaned, rolling over to spoon you. 

“You never want to talk. Obviously it’s important to you if you’re acting this pissed about it.”

“I’m sorry.” he said softly, pushing his face into your back. 

“Do you not trust me or something? I mean, I know you think you’re ‘protecting’ me or whatever but you never talk. Or maybe I’m just another pawn in your little game.” You rambled on, thinking out loud.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He said sitting up.

“Nothing, I’m just gonna go for a walk.” You said running out. 

You got past his truck in the driveway before he caught up, grabbing you arm roughly.

“You’re not running away from this. You wanna talk? Let’s talk.” He said, pulling you back inside, holding your wrist painfully tight. 

“Ow, Theo, let go, you’re hurting me.”

He dropped your wrist, and pinned you against the front door. He punched the wall, and dropped his head. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. He grabbed your wrist and kissed it lightly. 

“It’s okay.” you whispered back, sighing. 

“Seriously though, what do you think you are to me?”

“I don’t know… you call me your girlfriend but sometimes I don’t feel like it. You kiss me in public and surprise me with presents at school but you never want to talk about anything. It’s always small talk. Sometimes I feel like you’re only in this relationship for show… and sex.”

He stood there, taking it all in. 

“I think I’m in love with you.” He mumbled.


“That’s why I didn’t want to talk. That’s why I’ve been so mad. I’m in love with you.”

“Oh,” you let out a shaky breath. 



Part 2? Part 2

Husband Material-Xiumin

Originally posted by an-nyeo

What would Kim Minseok be like as a husband?

  • Flirty. Always checking you out, every day for the rest of his life. 
  • Watching you get dressed after you shower with bedroom eyes meant only for you. 
  • Knowing that damn that’s mine, every time he sees you. 
  • Sneaking into the back of a movie theater to make out and maybe a little more like a bunch of teenagers. 
  • Waking up sore, but smelling your favorite coffee brewing in the kitchen and getting breakfast in bed. 
  • Kisses to your temple during movie marathons.
  • Butt pinches.
  • Giggling and setting up stuffed animals to look like they’re doing it when you go shopping together.
  • Going shopping together.
  • Coming home to your favorite takeout when he gets out of practice early.
  • Kissing you goodnight.
  • Kissing you good morning.
  • Doing it in the closet of the practice room.
  • Always being young and having fun.

Imagine having a miscarriage

“Sodapop!” You cried, the hysteria in your voice quickly awakened your sleeping boyfriend. “There’s so much blood” 

“Oh God… Y/N…” His eyes widened as he took in your shaking frame, at the blood that had been pooling in between your legs as you slept. 

“We’re going to lose the baby, Soda… What’re we going to do.” Sobs wracked through your body as Sodapop got up from the bed, running, screaming out Darry’s name. 

You tried to get up from the bed… but you slumped straight down to the floor, a loud thud echoing through the house as you cried in pain.

The world passed around you in a blur… things were happening to fast for you to process, you had felt arms around you, picking you up…. and then you were in a hospital being wheeled into a room. 

“She’s losing too much blood!” The doctor yelled. “Bring the midwife in, now! She’s going to have to deliver this baby…” 

And then you were gone, the darkness was swallowing you whole. You felt like you were sinking, drowning,,, 

When you came to, Sodapop was at your side, his hand was holding yours tightly, tears were in his eyes as he looked down at you. 

“You’re awake” He said, forcing a smile. “Thank God.” 

“Is she okay” You asked forcefully, swallowing the lump of tears you could feel coming on. You already knew the answer, you couldn’t feel her kicking. You knew she wasn’t inside of you anymore. “How’s the baby”

“She didn’t make it, Y/N… I’m so sorry.” He wrapped his arms around you as you both sobbed together, holding onto each other for dear life. 

anonymous asked:

What would iKON do if they were in a argument with his girlfriend and she suddenly say "fuck it" and start to kiss them roughly?

Would be taken aback, would completely give in, whispering “I love you, I’m so sorry” into your neck while lifting you up and carrying you into the bed room: Donghyuk, Yunghyeong, Chanwoo

Would try to keep the fight going in short breaths between kissing you “But wait… I just… we need to sort this… babe… please… but….” but would eventually give into just being with you in the moment (but would set aside the fight for later): Jinhwan, Bobby

Go with it, leading to aggressive, angry sex. Not even makeup sex, just pure fucking-listen-to-me-and-until-you-do-I’m-going-to-fuck-the-shit-out-of-you-cause-I-love-you-but-you’re-pissing-me-the-hell-off: Junhoe, BI


Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

‘OK I have my keys, my wallet, breath mints, and chapstick. Am I missing anything?’ Stiles asked as he paced his room.

‘Condoms, from what I heard from her guard, this girl really likes you, your mouth mostly. Actually the words used were she’d like you to eat her out under the table.’ (Y/N) said said where she sat on the bed picking at her wings.

‘You can’t just say stuff like that when I’m about to go on dates.’ Stiles blushed as he actually grabbed the one and only condom he owned.

‘Alright fine, but go or you will be late.’ the angel said as she snapped her wings away before pushing Stiles toward the door.

Just when the door opened Stiles’ mood completely changed.

‘What are you guys doing here? (Y/N) shouldn’t you be smiting them right now?’ Stiles asked as he looked away from his unwanted guest.

‘No.’ is all (Y/N) said.

‘Gonna tell me why?’

‘Because they are sorry, they have repented. I can’t make you forgive them or listen to them, but they have earned the right to apologize.’ she explained.

‘Stiles, we are all so sorry.’ Scott started.

‘I shouldn’t have taken up all of Scott’s time, especially when I knew you and him had plans.’ Allison said.

‘I’m sorry I never acknowledged you when you were the only one who cared about me enough to pay attention to me.’ Lydia apologized.

‘And we’re sorry for always giving you hell for not being a werewolf, hell you got more balls as a human than we do.’ Erica said, Boyd and Isaac nodding in agreement.

‘Sorry for always telling you that you were only good for research and that anyone else could do that.’ Derek said.

‘Sorry for not saying thank you after you saved me, if you hadn’t brought Lydia I would still be a Kanima.’ Jackson admitted.

‘Stiles I’m so sorry, for all of this. You’re best friend, and even though I saw daily that everyone was giving you shit I didn’t say anything. I should have told them stop, come and check on you at the least, but I didn’t. You were right I was a shitty bet friend, I would ditch and ignore you for Allison, but I promise you I’m done with that. Stiles please come back.’ Scott begged.

Stiles took a deep breath and looked around at the pack in front of him.

‘I believe all of you, and I accept all of the apologies. But I’m not coming to the pack.’ Stiles said.

‘What? But I-I thought-’ Scott stuttered in shock.

‘Thought what Scott, that you could all say sorry and I’d come running? It doesn’t work like that, you guys really hurt me and even though I forgave you, I did that for me because being angry is exhausting. Scott look at me.’ Stiles said throwing his arms out and doing a slow twirl.

‘I’m going on a date tonight. My first date with a girl who likes me. Not my research skills, or whose life I saved, she just likes me. I have regular friends, friends that don’t make me feel like I’m the weakest link. I am happier than I have been since you got bit.’ Stiles explained.

‘Leaving the pack is the best thing I could have done for myself.’ Stiles finished before he went around them and headed to his Jeep and drove off.

The pack all stood there watching until the Jeep was out of sight.

‘What do we do now? Let him live his life without us?’ Allison asked.

‘I can tell you what I would do.’ (Y/N) finally spoke.

‘Please, we’ll do anything.’ Scott swore.

‘Leave him be for now, if he wants to he will come back on his own terms. If not then respect that, because you can’t force him to come back.’


Clarke let out a heavy sigh as she walked into Lexa her room. “Please Lexa. I really really need your help this time.” She said without even asking her to listen. She hadn’t even knocked on her door but she was so done at this time. She got her phone out and showed it to Lexa. “Here. Read. All of it. I don’t know what to do, because telling him I’m not into him doesn’t work. He keeps going on about how he will steal my heart and how we are going to be a couple.” She sat down on Lexa her bed and waited for her to read the conversation. “He even knows where I work! I don’t want him to visit me in the weekends too. Annoying me at school is already too much.”

Dean Winchester Smut - Cumming Home

Prompt- Dean is late home from a hunt. He promised you he would be home tonight. You’re pissed, then he puts you in your place. Dom! Dean :)

A/N- I hit a follower goal!! Celebratory smut :) Enjoy my stupid pun also, a lot will be out tomorrow and this weekend 

    Tonight. Dean said he would be home tonight. But where wasn’t he? Home. He wasn’t here. He was gone . Pacing around the house, you had been calling him , always going to voicemail. “Fuck you, Dean.” You let out a heavy sigh, your chest falling. Walking to your shared room in the bunker, you started to strip on your way there. Going to the dresser, you threw on a tight v-neck and lacy underwear. Laying on the bed, you wrapped your legs around the blanket. 


   Heavy footsteps were down stairs. Echoing in the silence, your instincts came through. You sat up, grabbing the Walther P .22 you kept by your bed. Holding up the small pistol, you crept out of your room. Your body was alert now, as were your nipples to the cold air. The floor was cold against your feet, the foot steps getting louder. 

    You turned the corner, only to meet with 2 sets of familiar eyes. “Fuckin’ really?” You sighed, lowering your gun. “Y/N?” Dean looked at you through gritted teeth. Watching his and Sam’s eyes, you realized they were at your chest. “It’s cold in here.” You spoke, putting your gun to your side. Dean glared at you and Sam, stomping to the kitchen. “Damn” you grunted, shaking your head at your boyfriend . 

    “Here.” Sam spoke, handing you his shirt. Reluctantly, you put it on. Looking at him, you smiled and hugged him, walking into the kitchen. Dean’s eyes you, shaking his head . You glared, watching the fire in his eyes grow. “Dean-” you tried to just talk about whatever was wrong, but instead were interrupted. “Y/N. Room. Now.” You were shocked, but you loved this Dean. Dominant, needing, wanting, taking. Walking to the room, you threw Sam’s shirt into his room before stepping into yours. 

    Moments later, Dean walked in, his eyes glazed with lust. “You’re not off to a good start, sweetheart.” Dean said, gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises. “Dean.” you said, your hands trailing up his chest to wrap around his neck. Dipping his head down, he began to harshly suck on your neck and collar bones. “I have wanted you all day, and when I come home, you’re just a tease, half naked in front of Sam…” Dean grunted, shaking his head in your neck. Your whole body was on fire because of his touch. Burning into your skin, marking you with purple bruises. 

  “Please, touch me Dean” you moaned, trying to pull him impossibly closer to you. “Be patient baby girl, I’m taking my time.” he spoke into your ear, kissing under it before kissing to your lips. When Dean’s soft lips connected to yours, you were on fire. Your skin burned and froze at the same time. Grinding your body into him, you felt the tent that was growing in his jeans. “This is what you do to me, baby.” Dean snaked his arms around your waist, pushing your hips into his hard cock while grabbing your ass. Moaning, you suck on his jaw and kissed his lips hungrily. 

     Teasing the waist line of your underwear, Dean pushes them down. Just as you step out of the lacy puddle, Dean’s hands are squeezing the inside of your thigh. Your wetness grows, Dean’s hands driving you crazy. Playing with the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head, Dean cups your pussy in his hand. “Shit baby, you’re soaking” Dean smirks at you as he runs his middle finer through your slit, never entering you. 

   Running your hands over his toned body, you reach his pants. Undoing his belt and pushing your hand to cup his member. The more you held him, the more he stroked your folds teasingly. “Dean.” you warned, rubbing him. “Y/N” he said, lifting and eyebrow and pushing on small circle on your clit. Immediately moaning, you let your head fall back. “I want you.” your voice was raspy, and Dean was entertained. “Take me.” He said, moving his hand. 

   Dropping to your knees, you pulled down his pants and boxers, pumping him a few times before running your thumb over his sensitive tip. Kissing the tip, you licked him base to tip, wrapping your lips around a small amount of him. “Fuck” Dean moaned, wrapping his hand tightly in your hair. You let him take control, fucking your mouth. Immediately, Dean’s wide girth hit the back of your throat. Holding back your gag, you let him continue to use you. Pressing your tongue up to taste him, Dean’s head flew back as he shot hot cum down your throat. Standing up, you were about to put your clothes back on when Dean grabbed your wrist.

   “It’s not over yet, gorgeous. I haven’t cum deep inside your tight pussy, I’m not satisfied.” You almost came at the thought, but Dean made sure to please you too. As his member was hardening, you were basking in the touch Dean was giving you. Dean’s thick fingers were pumping into you slowly, as he whispered into your ear. “Enjoy your pussy while you have it, because I’m about to tear you apart.” Dean’s touch was gone, but he was now moving you to the bed.

   Laying down, you watched Dean climb on top of you. Holding his throbbing dick, Dean set the head in your folds, teasing your slit and clit. Rubbing circles into your clit with his tip, your back arched. Lining himself up, Dean put one of your legs over his shoulder, looking for the deepest angle. Slamming into you then pulling almost all the way out, Dean kept his word, he was pounding you. Your walls were tight around Dean’s thick length, giving him pleasure, euphoria to run through his veins. Pushing on your clit with his hand, rubbing fast circles, Dean drove you to climax. Your walls clenched around him, your back arching as you drug your nails down his back. “Fuck fuck fuck’ Dean moaned as his thrusts seized and you felt him send a splurge of hot cum inside you, coating your walls and running down your leg. “Fuck” you moaned when he pulled out. “What would happen if I was completely naked?” You smirked, but Dean stayed stern, his hand on your clit again. “Let’s test it.” 

Imagine lying in your bed, you are tired but not able to sleep, so after two hours of lying there you decide to get yourself a cup of tea. But as you go into the kitchen your roommate (Sherlock) stands there, it seems like he is doing an eyperiment. Like always, does this guy ever sleep? “Oh, hi. Sorry to disturb you, I just want a cup of tea!”, you yawmn, shuffeling to the cardboard to get yourself the camomile teabags. “Well, no problem!”, he smiles understanding, and as he sees how tred you are as the tea falls down on your head, because somehow you weren’t really able to grab it, he says: “Come here! I’ll bring you the tea, just go to your room, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes!”. “Okay…”, suprised you go back to your bed, not knowing what to think of Sherlock, the beatiful pale men without any interest in being nice or caring or even you a friend. You cuddle up and really, two minutes later Sherlock stands next to you with the tea: “Here, drink! You know, when I was a kid my mom sang for me when I couldn’t sleep!”, he begins to hum.. and after a while he sings: “ Hush, little baby, don’t say a word, Mama’s going to buy you a mockingbird.And if…”, and really, his cemballo like voice gets deep into your heart and soul, instantly you feel sleepy and rest your head on Sherlocks lap, slowly going to sleep. “If you just knew how much I love you!”, you hear someone whisper just as you glide into the land of dreams and you feel a kiss on your forehead.


Part 1 2 3 

Originally posted by jeonsshi

The green-haired man sitting on the bed furrowed his brows, his eyes half-opened, “What’s the hell going on? Why are you all in my room? …. And who is this?”, he asked when his vision shifted to you. It was as if reality just splashed a bucket of cold water on your head - you clearly knew who you were, but even you yourself had no idea how you got here. There was too much bizarreness going on that you had forgotten the core of the problem. You turned to look at Jungkook, and as if he could feel your gaze on him, he turned around. 

When his eyes meet yours, his cheeks turned a subtle pink. After a moment, he sighed, scratching his head as he spoke. “Are you okay… Y/N?” His smooth voice was unfamiliar but so strangely comforting, and you felt at ease for the first time since you wake up. “Better now than before, I guess… Thanks for asking. It’s all a little weird”, you chuckled softly. At the sight of your smile, his tense shoulders slumped down a little, and the corner of his mouth slightly turned upwards, “Yeah, it is a little strange. And… sorry for earlier. I was so sleepy, I didn’t mean to touch you…” So he did remember. Your face burned so red that Jungkook could feel the heat radiating from it. But before you could reply, you felt soft fabric draping over your shoulders, wrapping your body. 

Looking up, your eyes were met by gentle brown ones. Yoongi grinned as he secured the blanket around you, “You know, a pretty girl like you is being rather defenseless in front of a bunch of hormonal teenage boys, dressing up like that.” With all the commotions, you had forgotten that you were in your night clothes - just an oversized t-shirt over your underwear. No wonder Namjoon had blushed like that. Your argument wasn’t that convincing, your attire was. “Oops. Sorry about the show,” you chuckled, it was not as if they hadn’t seen a girl’s legs before, but you were thankful for the hospitality. “Well if you don’t want to go home in those I can lend you some of my clothes.” he continued. 

“No. She can’t.” Jungkook uttered. Everyone turned to him, puzzled. Except for Jimin, who you noticed was grinning uncontrollably. Overwhelmed by everyone’s attention on him, Jungkook stuttered, “I mean… hyung, your clothes aren’t so comfortable, she probably doesn’t want to wear your skinny jeans and all that… But, I mean, if you’re okay with it then it’s all good…” As his voice got smaller, his face burned redder and redder. The more he talked, the more it seemed like he was hoping for everyone to turn away and forget about this moment entirely. Poor guy. I guess he doesn’t like me wearing their clothes but he’s still trying to be nice.  You decided to come to the rescue, “He’s right. It doesn’t look like your clothes is gonna fit either. You guys can just give me something larger that you don’t wear. I really don’t want to cause you troubles.” It was true. Though Yoongi was a head taller than you were, his body was so slim that everything fitting for him would be too tight for you. 

“Jungkook’s old clothes should be fine right?” Jimin answered with a cheeky grin on his face. Why does he smile all the time? Is there something special about Yoongi that they don’t even want you to touch his clothes? You certainly appreciated that lovely face, but you were starting to feel that there was something going on that you weren’t aware of. Not being on top of things made you weary. And not being in top of things was what this whole situation felt like. 

“So what’s your address? I’m calling a cab right now.” Yoongi questioned, his face glued to his phone’s screen. 

“Ah, it’s ________”, you answered dully, mind distracted. 


”________, don’t you know?“ 

At your answer, the whole room turned silence. You raised your eyebrows at the 7 men who were giving you a dumbfounded look. 

"Y/N ah, that’s in another country. This is Seoul, you know?”

Whose Uniform?

This goes with these. Not sure where the idea came from, just needed to add it to the mix.

Miyuki trudged into his room after going over the coming games information. It had been a long day starting at 5 am and just coming to a close at almost midnight. He just wanted to fall into bed and sleep, there was no morning practice the next day. That didn’t appear like it was going to happen though because Sawamura was asleep on the very bed that Miyuki had planned on occupying in the next five minutes. “Oy Sawamura” Miyuki said loudly roughly shaking him awake. “Go back to your own room to sleep”

It was then that Miyuki noticed that Sawamura was still in his uniform. “Hey, don’t sleep in your uniform, it’ll get wrinkled.” He admonished the younger man.

Sawamura sat up and the covers fell to his lap. He rubbed his eyes and said “Stupid Miyuki, I was waiting for you. Why are you being so mean?”

Miyuki’s eyes widened when he noticed that Sawamura was wearing HIS baseball uniform. He could see the size difference easily now. One of Sawamura’s shoulders was uncovered and the top was pooling around his waist. He looked adorable.  Miyuki grinned evilly and put a hand on his hip. “Why are you wearing my uniform?” Miyuki asked?

“Huh” Sawamura answered.

“Idiot Sawamura. Why are you wearing my uniform? Miyuki repeated.

A slow blush traveled up Sawamura’s face until even his ears were red. “Umm, because.”

Miyuki reached out and whacked him on the head. “That’s not an answer stupid.”

Miyuki watched as Sawamura pouted and rubbed his head. He didn’t think he could hold out much longer before giving into the need to hold him. “Fine.” Sawamura ground out. “I wanted to see how it fit……and…….then I noticed it smelled like you.”

“Whatever, scoot over. I’m tired and I want to go to sleep.” Miyuki said.

“You’re not mad? Is something wrong? Usually you tease me more.” Sawamura said dumbfounded.

“It’s been a long day and I’m tired, I’ll tease you plenty tomorrow….sound good?” Miyuki said as he stripped to his boxers and climbed in next to Sawamura drawing him into his arms. “Go to sleep”

Sawamura grinned and cuddled up against Miyuki laying his head against Miyuki’s heartbeat. Miyuki started rubbing Sawamura’s back and as his hands slipped down past his waist he came into contact with warm skin. “Sawamura!” Miyuki said in a startled voice. “Are you only wearing my top?”

Miyuki felt Sawamura nod against his chest. “Why?” Miyuki asked.

“You were having a long day, I thought you might want cheering up.” Sawamura said still laying on Miyuki’s chest.

Sawamura found himself quickly pinned under Miyuki and the jersey top pushed up to his chest. “Well” Miyuki said feeling all that warm skin under his hands. “What do you have planned?”

Sawamura reached up and pulled Miyuki down for a kiss saying just before their lips touched. “Whatever you want.”

“He was never going to win against Sawamura” Miyuki thought kissing him soundly. Not that he wanted to anyway if things turned out like this.

Tired with Michael

I feel like when you’re tired Michael would listen to what you want and do it. You’d be under your duvet, cuddling into Michael’s side, trying hard to keep your eyes open. Anything Michael said you’d respond with one word answers, but he didn’t mind. He would soon realise how tired you are and would stop talking to let you get some peace. He would become quite agitated at doing nothing so would try to leave the room, but you’d trap him with your arm. “Just go to sleep Mike, it’ll do you some good.” Michael would take off his top, settling behind you being the bigger spoon. He was always be a good source for heat in the winter. Michael would sort everything out so that you could go straight to sleep, he knew you so well so even if you didn’t want to go to bed Michael would make you. It wasn’t often that you were tied because you’d always sleep in when you could, but Michael would always care for you when you were.

Imagine: Meeting Bellamy on the Ark (Part Two)

You were curled up on the guard’s bed when the door opened, the guard and Bellamy entering. You sat up sleepily, rubbing your eyes and taking the hand Bellamy offered to you to help you get off the bed.

 The guard cast a look between the two of you before speaking. “Alright, you-” he pointed at you. “You’re going to follow me to the Drop Ship. You-” He was addressing Bellamy now. “-are going to do what you need to do and meet us down there, got it?”

You shifted from side to side, biting your lip nervously. “Are you sure it’s okay for him to go alone? I mean, what if he gets caught?” you said, following the out of the room.

The guard glared at you but sighed. “Fine, you go with him. If both of you aren’t at the ship in half an hour, you’re getting left here, understand?”

You and Bellamy nodded and Bellamy grabbed your wrist, tugging you down the hall. You became aware of the gun tucked into the holster at Bellamy’s hip and tripped along behind him, occasionally glancing down at it to make sure it hadn’t moved.

He stopped outside a pair of double doors and craned his neck to see around the corner. “Alright, you stay here. I’ll make this quick.” He pulled the gun out and looked at it nervously. “Yeah, I’ll make it quick.”

“Bellamy, I can help,” you said, putting your hand on his. “I can distract him or something, make it easier so he’s not looking at you.”

“What? No, I don’t want you to. I barely know you and I don’t want you getting into more trouble because of me, okay? Just wait here, don’t move, and keep a look out.” He patted your shoulder gently and turned into the room, the doors closing behind him with a loud thud.

You stood nervously, rocking back and forth on your feet, and wished you had your cloth so you could make it seem like you were supposed to be there. After a few minutes, you gave up waiting and crept into the room slowly, trying to be quiet. You were rounding a corner when you heard a gun shot and a clattering sound. “Bellamy?” you asked in a whisper, noticing the dark haired boy leaning over a very limp body. “Oh my God…”

“I told you to wait out there!” he hissed at you, grabbing your hand and turning you away from the body. He heaved a sigh and crouched, wrapping an arm around your legs and hauling you over his shoulder as he ran out the doors. “You’re too slow.”

“Thanks, asshole! You left the gun!” you exclaimed, kicking and trying to push yourself away from him.

“It won’t matter once we’re down there,” he answered, setting you down only to sweep you back up into a bridal style carry as he ran down the stairs leading to the Drop Ship area. 

When you got there you saw a swarm of kids around your age being carried onto a ship, all of them either passed out or too tired to be fully aware. You saw the guard and rolled out of Bellamy’s arm, running at him. “He did it, I saw.”

The guard nodded and grabbed both your t-shirt and Bellamy’s jacket. He shoved clothes into Bellamy’s chest. “Change, right now.”

Bellamy gave you a surprised look and started to strip, his shirt going first. The muscles in his arms flexed and moved as he continued undressing to his boxers and you forced yourself to look away, busying yourself with the other kids. When you looked back he was changed and the guard was leading you towards the Drop Ship, holding out a hand with two pills in it.

“What’re those?” you asked curiously, accepting the jacket that Bellamy had been wearing. Apparently he noticed you shivering from the cold.

“If you want them, they’ll make the ride easier. You’ll be out of it for a bit, but drinking water should help.” The guard held out the pills. “Want them?”

Bellamy turned away, looking at you briefly. You took them, tucking them into the pocket of the jacket and thanking him quietly. He ran you over what you were to do and you nodded, stepping closer to Bellamy as you were shoved forward by the crowd of drowsy criminals.

“Do you know anyone who’s in prison?” Bellamy asked in a low voice, eyes shifting around the crowd as he searched for someone. His sister, most likely.

You shook your head. “My father was in prison but…they floated him.”

“No mother?”

You looked down and kicked the floor as you lowered yourself into the ship. “Not one that cared.”

Bellamy dropped down next to you and put a hand gently on your shoulder, leaning. “Sit near the wall, up there, I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

You craned your neck to look at him. “Why do you want to stay with me? Why did you give me your jacket? We barely know each other, Bellamy.”

He smirked a bit and rolled his head to the side. “Because you remind me of someone.”

Step Brother~part3~Ashton Irwin



The amount of times Ashton has snuck into my room for late night blow jobs was incredible and what surprised me the most was that our parents never questioned anything. We woke up in the same bed every single day but clearly to them that was nothing.

“I’m going to invite some friends over.” Ashton said coming into the room.

“Okay?” I questioned.

“Can we go swimming?”

“Yes.” I answered. “Only if I can come.” I smirked at him.

“It’s your pool.” He answered. Both Lauren and Harry were with friends and our parents were at work so me and Ashton had the house to ourselves. I quickly ran to my bedroom to throw on a bathing suit. I had a few stretch marks on my stomach but that didn’t stop me from wearing the bikini I wanted to wear. It was black and criss crossed on my back. “You can’t wear that. Go change.”

“What? Why? What’s wrong with it?”

“I can see your body.” He said.

“That’s the point.” I said standing with my hands on my hips. He wasn’t my father. He wouldn’t tell me what to do. “I’m going to tan.” I said grabbing a towel and heading to the back yard. I then heard the back door open and Ash and three other boys came walking into the backyard where I was tanning.

“Guys, this is Kennedy, her dad owns the house.” Ashton said. I looked at the three boys. Each were attractive in their own way. I stood up shaking their hands. “That’s Luke, Michael, and Calum.” I gave a little wave to each of them.

“Are you guys hungry? John will make us anything we want.” I asked looking at each of the boys, each were nodding their head. “Okay, what do you want?” I questioned.

“What do you have?”

“Anything, just what do you want?” I questioned. Someone better tell me what they want before they don’t get anything. “How about homemade mac and cheese?” I questioned.

“Sure.” Michael shrugged before I headed into the house to ask John to make enough for me and four teenage boys. He started right away knowing that it would take a while.

“Think our parents will let them sleep over?”

“I don’t see an issue with it.” I answered as I lowered myself into the pool. “They don’t actually care about us you know.” I said to Ashton who nodded his head.

I had been sleeping with my soon to be step brother for nearly two weeks and they had no idea about it. We sat outside for a really long time, putting sunscreen on each other when it seemed right.

“Michael you’re going to burn to death.” I said slapping a handful of sunscreen onto his chest and rubbing it in.

“Thanks.” He smirked just as John brought out our food and drinks.

“Thank you, John!” I said sitting down at the table. We all sat in silence while we ate. As the sun started to go down, Luke started a fire in the fire pit that we had.

“So, when did your parents meet?” Calum asked looking between me and Ashton.

“No idea. My dad just one day came home with his mom and said they were all moving in.” I shrugged as I cuddled into Ashton’s side to stay warm. “And they’re getting married in August.” I said.

“So you’re going to be step siblings?” We both nodded looking at each other. “So that means you won’t be able to fuck anymore.” Calum said and I nearly choked.

“You told them?!” I shouted as I sat up, looking at Ashton.

“Yes! They’re my best friends!” I rolled my eyes.

“If any of you tell my dad, I’ll kill you.”

“Relax, we aren’t going to tell him. Have you told her about your daddy kink yet?” I turned to Ashton smirking.

“Daddy kink uh?” He blushed a deep red before throwing a pillow at Michael. We all laughed. Eventually my dad came out and told us it was late and we were being too loud so we made our way upstairs. Ashton’s t.v wasn’t hooked up yet so we hooked his play station up to my t.v and they played on there while I snuck snacks up the stairs. My dad hated when I took food up here but I did anyway.

“Be quiet.” I groaned at the four boys. It was near two in the morning and I was exhausted.

“Do you want us to leave?”

“No. I don’t care. But you’re being so loud.” I felt a hand rub my back, helping me sleep. “Keep going.” I said when the hand stopped and I heard Michael giggle. I cracked an eye open and noticed that Ashton was the one rubbing my back while he sat on his phone.

“Are we all going to fit on this bed?”

“Squish.” I said. I felt an arm wrap around me knowing very well that it was Ashton. “Who’s going to rub my back if your arm is flung over me?” I questioned and he laughed a little.

“Flip over so you’re facing me.” He said and I did as he said.

“Want us to shut the t.v off?” Calum asked.

“If you want. You don’t have to. Just turn it down.” I said. If my dad found out I was sharing a bed with four boys he might kill me but then again, they were keeping me warm so who really cares?

Lone Wolf

Imagine: Going on a hunt by yourself and your brothers Sam and Dean getting angry at you for not telling them.

You attempted to sneakily open the hotel door, biting down on your lip as it squeaks loudly in the semi-quiet room. Light snores were the only sound in the room, but the squeaking was louder. Much louder. After going on a hunt by yourself without your extremely protective brothers, they were bound to kill you if they found out. However, you were trying to leave no trace that you left, but with the door trying to blow your cover, you knew you weren’t going to make it.

As if on cue, your brothers burst up from their beds, the lamp flicking on to reveal Dean pointing a gun at you, and Sam sliding his out from under his pillow and following after Dean. You gulp down your fear as they lower their weapons, angry and tired, “what the hell are you doing?”

“Um, I went to get some fresh air,” you smile lightly, hoping to manage a lie that’ll keep you out of trouble.

Sam tilted his head sassily, knowing something was up, “for three hours?”

“Three hours? Why didn’t I know about our baby sister being gone, Sam?” Dean angrily turned to Sam, who sighed and rolled his eyes.

“She said she was going to grab something to eat, I didn’t think it was a big deal. Of course, when I began to worry, she sent me a text saying she was eating there and was going to buy us something. But, now I realize she wasn’t getting food,” Sam replied.

“Look, i’m fine. I actually was going out for food when I heard someone scream. Being me, I decided to come to the rescue. I saved someone today, all by myself and i’m damn proud of that. But I knew you guys would be mad, so I continued to get food. Which, as a token of her appreciation, the woman bought for us. I felt bad, but she was resilient. So, I was hoping to open the door and keep it open long enough for me to try and get the food in silently before waking you, but my plan didn’t go right. So, who wants a midnight snack?” you grinned cheekily, hoping that they wouldn’t notice some of the cuts and bruises that the demon gave you.

Sam definitely noticed them, but at the thought of food, Dean was distracted.

“I’ll bring it in,” you smiled, quickly making your way out of the threshold and back into the car, reaching over to the passenger’s seat.

“Let me clean you up,” Dean called out calmly.

“What?” you question, furrowing your eyebrows as you grabbed the to-go bags full of food and exited the car. You turned towards Dean, who was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.

“Your back. The demon got you, and you’re bleeding. Since you can’t reach it, I offered to help,” Dean clarifies.

“Oh… you’re not angry?” you ask him curiously, both of you walking back into the hotel room. Setting the food on the table where Sam sat, you turned to Dean.

“I was, but you did good, kid,” Dean smirked lightly, “you helped out a citizen and I would have done the same thing. And you get extra points for actually getting food. But first  we have to clean you up.”

“Fine. I cleaned up everything else, though, so all there is to clean up is my back,” you told him, “and thanks, Dean. For not getting angry.”

“No problem. Now be quiet so I can clean your wound and we can eat before Sam stuffs his face with all of the food. Speaking of, did you get any pie?”

“Well, even though it’s past midnight, the woman I saved owned a bakery. She gave us previously made pies for each of us, and then a few for the road. They’re in the bags,” you laughed.

“Oh, I need to meet this woman,” Dean stated aloud.

“Mm, I bet. Maybe I can give her another thanks for the pies tomorrow,” you replied, “if she’s at work.”

“Daddy needs some pie…” Dean mumbled, making you laugh.

“Yeah, and Momma needs some food.”

“And Brother wants to eat, so stop talking and hurry up! I set everything out and if you don’t get in here, Dean, i’m taking the first bite of the pies!”