all of you made me feel welcome

HAPPY THANKSGIVING Y’ALL!!

I am so incredibly grateful for all of the friends I have made on here, each and every one of you; you are all so welcoming and kind, and make me feel loved even in my darkest days. I am forever thankful I found you all.

A few quick shoutouts…

To Jen @urineluv for being so amazing and hilarious and doing double-lives with me on insta. CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU ON TOUR I LOVE YOU

To my name twin @shakeitoffline literally you’re the cutest and sweetest human I’ve ever met and I love you (and your name is kinda cool 😉)

To Megan @ohtaylorswiift because YOU’RE JUST SO CUTE AND WE ARE GONNA GO TO THE TOUR TOGETHER AND WEGKERJGKRAG YESSSS

To Liz @busydancin MY BEST FRIEND OMG I WOULD LEGIT BE LOST WITHOUT YOU IN MY LIFE WE NEED TO REUNITE SOON I LOVE YOU TONS AND TONS AND TONS MISS YOU BEAUTIFUL

To Allison @montanaswiftie13 for being the nicest person ever!! You are so beautiful inside and out, keep letting your light shine in this world

To Janie @swiftlittledreamer because she has been my friend on here since the start and always believes in me, I don’t know where I’d be without your love and support!!

To my entire Scoot Squad @cause-look-at-your-face @lifeinaukulele @taylor-aesthetic-alwyn @christinelovestaylor @karinalovestaylor @citylightsswift @delicatetayswift @droppedourbags @kaleidoscope-heartbeat-s @hesaid-shesaids @only-swifties-get-it @swiftjunkie1989 @onnewyearsday @halesherr @itsaswiftwonderland @redlipsandroseycheekss I AM SO THANKFUL I FOUND YOU GUYS THROUGH TAYLOR YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME SMILE AND PICK ME UP WHEN IM DOWN YOU GUYS ARE THE ABSOLUTE BEST FRIENDS I COULD EVER ASK FOR SCOOT SQUAD FOREVER

And of course @taylorswift, without whom I 100% know I wouldn’t be nearly the person I am today. Taylor your music has helped me so much during the past 9+ years of my life and I don’t even have words to begin to say thank you, but I will never stop trying. I love you with every single fiber of my being ❤️

this looks really bad but i trIED WH O OPS

 i wanted to animate thomas  really badly because like,, aghhghg 

HERE COMES SUMMER WITH AN EMOTION FILLED TEXT WHOOP 

hes a great person and all the times he’s said nice things about my art, its made me continue to draw, and since i started watching him everything in my life got so much better?? like wow aaagh ,,, recently he’s been saying suCH NICE THINGS about my art and it makes me so happy and makes me cry tbh because like,, he’s always there for everyone its so sWEET I CANT


so like,, thanks for lighting up my life, thomas 

everything you’ve done has helped me through so many dark times 

Because of you I joined a groupchat about you and it inspired me to make an actual Twitter account instead of a side one, and ever since all the people in the community have made me feel so welcome aaaaa


i’m gonna end this here because im ranting whoops,,, anyways i hope u like it ,, aa aa a @thatsthat24

Discreet(ish) ways to stim

The popularity of fidget toys has caused many schools to ban them.
If you need to stim or fidget during class and you cant be exempt from the ban i have a list of things that might work.

- theres a $24 fidget pen online. It has some of the features of the cubes and you can buy ink refills. I highly doubt a teacher is going to take it away.

- a metal nut. You can spin the metal textured piece around using your thumb. It does make noise so be careful.

- pen caps. Most people chew on pen caps or straws so this shouldnt be too out of the blue.

- fabric bracelets. I have this yellow one with a giant weave texture to it. There’s many ways to stim with this so find a way that works.

- chew necklaces. Classic stim. May not be completely discreet but i dont see these getting banned.

- stress ball. Hide it in your pocket and squeeze when you get frustrated. These have be banned in some schools so be careful.

- diy tangles. A friend gave me a necklace made of out the rubber band loom stuff. It works great as a tangle. Kind of obvious but it works.

- your clothes. There might be a seam that feels nice to rub.

- make up wedges. They have the best texture. Squeeze squeeze.

- mini stuffed animals. Hide in pocket. Instant comfort.

- feathers. Stroking a feather is nice.

Thats all i can come up with. Suggestions are welcomed and you can add more ideas to this post.

  • but can you guys even imagine the Wild™ after party/yay-we-beat-riko’s-pathetic-ass celebration after the foxes win?? 
  • dan & matt have to go all out. they try to deck everything up in confetti & bright orange balloons. wymack’s got enough alcohol stacked up to power a vegas niterie. the only rule of thumb is to come dressed in orange.
  • but andrew’s group (with the exception of neil and nicky) still come dressed in black so it starts to look like a halloween party. 
  • neil wears his orange proudly, & even lets allison paint a glittery little fox paw on his cheek. 
  • everyone but andrew gets a fox paw. nobody is in the mood to get stabbed tonight. 
  • nicky and kevin get super drunk & start to awfully sing “WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, NO TIME FOR LOSERS ‘CAUSE WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!“ with no melody whatsoever.
  • neil jokes that he’s going to leave the party deaf, but he’s all warm inside bc they did it, they actually did it, they won. and he’s home
  • matt gets extra-lovey-dovey when he’s shitfaced & goes on a drunken rant about his love for dan and this broken team & how he’d happily take a bullet for everyone in the room. and to everyone’s surprise, he says that despite his questionable methods, he has andrew to thank for his sobriety. andrew doesn’t seem to react to this, but neil gives his shoulder a gentle assuring squeeze, one andrew doesn’t dispute. 
  • matt & dan exchange promise rings. abby makes a congratulatory speech, nicky gets emotional & cries a little bit.  
  • renee & allison dance together, renee is happy bc this is the first time after seth’s death that she’s seen allison look so elated even if sloshed. "this is his win, too,” she whispers later, at renee’s ear, “of course,” renee agrees. “once a fox, always a fox." 
  • wymack makes a quick, thoughtless toast, "WE FINALLY SMOKED THOSE BITCHES!” the truth is he’s too speechless for words. this is why he does what he does, this is the pay off after years of being shunned, doubting himself & taking everyone’s shit. this is why his team, his good-for-nothing, nothing-to-lose team is going to make it to the big leagues. 
  • kevin & wymack exchange an intense glance, & wymack silently vows to be the dad he’d never gotten to be & to make sure kevin never gets hurt again - not under his watch. kevin doesn’t know what to do with this new unkempt emotion burning in his chest, but he thinks he’s willing to find out.
  • all the vixens come ofc, & neil can’t help but notice how smiley & full of life aaron looks when he’s around katelyn. like he’s a completely different person to the one they know. everyone has to make a bit of an effort to keep kaitlyn out of andrew’s line of sight (by andrew’s own demand), but it feels worth it. when aaron catches him staring & meets his eyes, his smile drops but he doesn’t scowl & in neil’s book that’s an improvement. 
  • bee comes to congratulate them all and whisks andrew to the side to talk to him in private, when andrew returns, he’s looking more at ease than neil has seen him since he got sober. that tension in his shoulders is gone, his expression is still numb but there’s a soft, fierce glow in his hazel eyes. neil thinks triumph looks good on him. 
  • renee stays sober & tucks everyone into bed once they’re all too wasted to move on their own. 
  • neil then lightly touches andrew’s arm, steering him away from all the chaos & silently thanks him for saving him from getting hit with that racquet. 
  • andrew shrugs, “it only seems appropriate since i’ve already hit you with a racquet once and the results bored me. the noise you made was pretty unattractive. i didn’t see the point in reliving that again." 
  • neil understands that this is andrew speak for "you’re welcome” & they ditch the rest of the party in favor of going up to the rooftop to smoke cigarettes and make out. 
  • the night feels different, neil feels different. the future is bright & unnerving & large & stretched out in front of him but right now, he’s just content being at home, with andrew’s breath on his tongue & the distant chorus in his head of a thousand ravens fans swallowing their tongues.
Thighs - Jeff Atkins smut

Summary : “Jeff’s seen your thighs okay. And words can’t describe how much he wants them wrapped around his head.” Basically, Jeff eating you out.  I got this idea from @tevinter-winter, so the credit goes to her for that! Check out the post I got the plot from.

Pairing : Jeff Atkins x reader

Warnings : Oral sex

Words count : 1,428

A/N : Sorry it took so long for me to post it! I had some troubles writing the end, it kinda sucks. Also, this is so long, I didn’t paid attention to the length before the end. I haven’t wrote a full smut in a while so let me know what’s wrong with it so I could make it better next time!

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

I was laying on the couch, my legs over Jeff’s lap. We were at his house, his parents being away until tomorrow morning. The both of us were watching some movie on Netflix Jeff wanted to see, but I wasn’t really into it. I’ve been on my phone for the past half hour.

Jeff was so into the movie, he wasn’t really paying attention. His hands were resting on my thigh, his thumb stroking my skin lightly. I was getting inconfortable in my position and too far from Jeff as my linking, so I moved my legs a bit, this way I could cuddle up to his side. He looked down at me as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, smiling and then kissing my forehead before focusing back on the screen in front of him.

I started to get really bored. I didn’t wanted to distract my boyfriend from his movie, as he was really enjoying it. I innocently started playing with the aim of his shirt, rolling it between my fingers, rubbing the fabric against them. I could feel the end of the movie was near, as the characters were all finding solutions to whatever situation they had going on. My free hand slid up Jeff’s side before finding his hair and playing with it, nuzzling my face into his neck.

Suddenly, his hand moved up behind my thigh and massaged my skin, some other times grabbing it. I would lie if I said it didn’t had its effect on me. I let out a soft moan against the skin of his neck as he grabbed my butt without warning. I hear him chuckle at my reaction which leads me to straighten.

“What are you doing ?” I asked smiling at him, only waiting for him to answer so I could kiss him.

“I just love your thighs.” He eyed to them, massaging them again. “They’re so soft.” I putted my legs on each side of him so I could face him properly.

“Oh, yeah ?” He nodded in respond as my face was getting closer to his, and finally our lips connected. There started the battle between our tongues, dancing in sync, with moans escaping our mouths. I pulled away for air just a second and then slowly kissed my way down his jaw, onto his neck. “Tell me more.”

Jeff moaned louder as I was sucking on his neck, determined to leave a purple mark here. “I want them-” His sentence was cut short by another moan. My core grinning on his bulge, that was getting harder with every movement I made. “Fuck- I just want to put my head between them.”

I internally froze at his words. Jeff and I were dating for a few months  and everything was amazing, but he had never eaten me out before. Not that I didn’t wanted to, oh how I wanted it, I just didn’t know how to bring it up.

“Today’s your chance then.” Our lips were back together with a heated kiss.

His hands went to my waists to help me lay down on the couch. The kiss was broken for a few seconds and he took this opportunity to attack my neck, just like I did with his a few moments before. Moans were flying out of my mouth with his hands cupping me through my shirt? I wasn’t wearing any bra under his large tshirt I had on, and he took advantage of it, sliding one hand to touch my bare skin, the other resting on my waist. He was turning me on so much. The sens of him brushing on top of my skin made me shiver, my body letting him know by tensing up underneath him followed by a louder moan escaping my lips, which caught his attention. He began to be rougher in his touch, biting my neck where he had leaved his mark while rubbing it with his tongue. I was getting impatient, feeling the hot heat between my legs burning harder with every move he made at the surface of my body.

“Jeff, please touch me.” I was so needy at this moment, needy of his tongue, his fingers, of everything he could give me.

“Anything, princess.” His kisses stopped and for a second it felt so empty not to have him against me.

He placed a lazy kiss on my lips before removing my shirt, exposing my breast to his sight. In no time, he had my left nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, massaging the other. His adorable eyes looked up to me innocently, just to witness how it got me out of my mind? He loved it, the effect he’s got on me. Seeing his abilities to make me scream for him. He didn’t waste much time after it, bringing down his hand to where I needed him the most. It only took the light contact of his hands, hovering my core to get me crying out for more friction. I started to roll my hips over his fingers, hungry for more of him.

“Someone’s eager.” He laughed while releasing my nipple with a ‘pop’, noticing my impatient behavior.

“I just need you.” As I stated my desire, my panties were slowly  being dragged down down legs, the fabric brushing against my skin causing me to shiver in anticipation.

Jeff pushed my legs apart, laying down between them, just in font of my dripping core. Looking down at him, my breath got caught in my lungs when I saw the lust in his gaze. My bottom lips was stuck between my teeth, languidly waiting for the tension to break down, those seconds seeming like forever to me. Suddenly, I could feel the warm of his tongue, delving into my folds, leading to a high-pitched moan filling the room and echoing in my ears. I could feel him lapping every corners he explored, licking all the juices coming out the second he went in contact with it.

My head collapsed against the armrest, eyes closed, picturing the work of my boyfriend between my legs. My mouth was parted open, allowing the air to pass, and also a collection of scream. I felt his fingers parting my folds just to push one in? I cried out at the mixed sensation between my legs, almost covering my mouth by how loud I was screaming.

“Oh my god, keep doing it.” I pleaded to him.

My hands went down to grab his hair, tangling on it so hard I thought I was hurting him. But that only made him moan against me, sending vibrations through my whole body. My back was arching, Jeff pushing it back down to keep me still. His hand rested on my hip, one of my mine leaving his hair to place it on top of his. He immediately moved it so our fingers will intertwined, another tender touch connecting us. As he added another finger in, my legs began to shake around his head, tightening around it and I started to see stars behind my eyelids. Electricity waves were send in my stomach making me gaps in pleasure, as I was falling apart under Jeff’s actions. Our hands unlocked and I was back at pulling his hair again. He had to keep me still and did it by wrapping both of his muscled arms around my thighs, this way I couldn’t make a move to disturb him anymore. He kept lapping on the surface of my core and every time the knot on my stomach was getting bigger.

“Jeff, I’m- I’m gonna cum.” I murmured between breaths.

He took note of it and dragged me closer to him, making me scream even more. I felt his fingers picking up the pace inside me, and it only took that for my toes to start curling up, my legs shaking harder than before. I was embracing my release, feeling it was just on the edge. Just as I let a loud moan escape my mouth, my high send vibes all over my body, tensing up. Jeff didn’t stop until I moaned softly, letting him know I came down from my release. His head popped up on top of me and he laid it on my stomach, kissing it.

“Thank you.” Was all I said, out of breath. I stroked his hair slightly, closing my eyes.

“You’re welcome, babe.” He laughed gently at my words, which made my laugh too, just before his head came to my height and kissed me with love.

5

Reader x Father!Klaus

Requested by Anon

Part One   Part Two  Part Three

tags: @lost-in-the-stories




“(Y/N) … what is this!” Klaus asked as he fond you sprawled across your bed with piles of grimoires pilled next to you. “Where did you get these?”


“Mom gave it to me, she said that just because you don’t love me, is no reason for me to not know about my heritage.” You mumbled without looking up from the book in front of him.

“Hayley!” Klaus bellowed and Haley walked in with Hope who made herself at home, carelessly shoving your things out of her way. 

“Hey watch it brat!” You spat at her and Klaus glared at you.

“(Y/N) apologise and move so your sister can sit down.” He turned his attention to Hayley who had turned to tell Hope off. “You gave her the Grimoires, I specifically told everyone to keep them away from her.”

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for 12K+ here!

this art is specifically from me to you all of guys, wanted to say thank you so much for sticking around and supporting me for almost 3 years (though this acc was made a year ago haha) and most of you are probably new here and welcome aboard!

we’re all here to chill and talk about shit stuff and art related haha. but seriously, you guys have given me confidence and inspired me to become better than i was before, to keep improving every single day both as an artist and a person. and because ramadan was just yesterday, i wanted to say i’m really REALLY sorry if i ever come across hurting y'all’s feelings and what not. i hope in the future i can be more open and mindful about certain things, and have fun a lot more w/ u guys along the way! thank you, again, from the bottom of this nerd’s heart. -Meg

btw, i was trying to paint and aim for a disney kinda art style but… eh-


When I think of him, I think of warm bed sheets tangled in a maze on our bodies and the taste of cigarettes that lingered on his lips when we kissed. I remember I had a habit of tracing my fingers on the crevices of his body, lingering at certain tattoos and scars that may have defined the history of him. Looking back, I realize I hadn’t asked too many questions. I simply accepted his presence, like welcoming the dark night at the end of the day because it simply was supposed to be that way. I didn’t feel the need to probe and he never made me wonder. For all the mystery of him, he never evoked a curiosity in me. And that made me realize, there are just some people you love for who they are, because changing them would take the beauty of them away, like chipping off pieces of a glass window. You never ruin art.

That first night, I wanted to be different, to be someone else, someone besides that prim girl with a tight chignon and an equally tight impression. I wanted to be free and light and raw. I wore my hair down, like a cascading stream of gold, as if by doing so would loosen me up. But two minutes into that rave, I felt like an outsider, a lost puppy amidst the sea of people whose bodies were so used to alcohol and the smell of smoke. Looking down at that bottle of beer in my hand I contemplated my exit options when I felt someone’s eyes on me. I looked up and there he was, so disheveled and rugged and everything that screamed danger even at a distance. He had those piercing blue eyes and that smirk that made you think of libertines and rakes and Casanovas. He stopped a few inches from me and grasped a few strands of my hair between his fingers leisurely, as if he had all the time in world, and said,

“I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful – a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.”

God, I fell so hard for that boy. His music collection contained of ear splitting music and unintelligible screams, but he had a corner bookstand full of John Keats and Robert Frost. He had a body that spoke of every nuance of strength yet he loved mine with a gentle passion and a fragile hold. I held him tight, afraid that he was going to slip from my fingers. At night I laid in his chest and felt every beat of his heart and every air he expelled. I loved him in fear of losing him. Every minute was tattooed in every tiny space of my young heart. I took all of him and held it in. I guess even then, I knew. A soul like that was never meant to be held for long. He had a gypsy spirit and even my innocent devotion and the gentle gaze of my love couldn’t make him stay.

So I let him go.

As gently as I loved him, I gently let him go. He slipped away in the middle of the night but not before he fluttered a single soft kiss on my forehead. I willed my eyes shut close and when I heard the soft lock of the door I broke down and let the tears fall.

When I think of him, I think of the musky smell of sweat-stained sheets, of ashes of cigarettes on the floor, of a hard body and a soft heart. I think of silent nights with nothing but the whisper of his breath. I think of the boy who loved poetry, who spoke those words in random, during moments when you least expect them. Even now, sometimes I would wake up and as soon as I open my eyes, I would remember the way his brown hair glinted under the morning sun, and how the first thing I would see is that tattoo at the back of his ear. I miss the way my hand would reach out and hold him closer, and how he would stir and hold me tighter.

Most of all, I miss that flutter of a kiss he left when he slipped into the night, leaving only a shadow of his beautiful soul for me to grasp.

I wonder how he is. Sometimes I see him tangled with another girl in different sheets, in a different place. Would he have loved her more? Would he touch her differently? Yet there are times that I would imagine him sitting down with a copy of “Poems 1817” on his lap and maybe he would skim by the page of “La Belle Dame Sans Merci” and think of me…

—  i loved him in fear of losing him, and alas, I did // Stories Series | Genefe Navilon
#75 & #76

ok so these prompts were a part of this ask which marlo got to first (you can find the link on that post to her prompt!)

hello everyone i am finally making my official debut onto this blog. (the only one who hasn’t posted anything yet) but not anymore! i have been in a writing slump and i apologize to everyone for the looooong wait. also sorry abt the stories on my main i’m working on it i swear. but prompts #75 and 76 are finally here!

- the disappointment of the four wee bairns, shannon

Worth Fighting For

75. I don’t wanna start begging, but I swear to God I will.
76. How long have you waited to do that?

“Claire, I don’t want to start beggin’, but I swear to God I will.” He whispered against the solid wood of their door, a hint of warning in his voice.

Nothing.

Claire!” He hissed, a bit louder this time.

“Go away, Jamie.” She spat back.

Ever since they’d returned to Leoch, Claire had avoided him at any and all costs. And when she inevitably did see him, she made it abundantly clear that she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

Was she still mad about what happened after Fort William? It had been over a week since then…

He expected her to be upset, but he figured it would only last a day or two. He expected for everything to resolve itself in time… but she was having absolutely none of it.

Surely, she understood why he had to, right?

“Claire, if ye don’t open this door right. Now. I’ll-” The words died on his tongue as the door was suddenly hurled open, revealing his angry-very, angry-wife. And in that moment, Jamie realized he had thrust open the gates of Hell, and unleashed the wrath of the Devil himself.

“You’ll what? Kick the door in and have another go at me?! Why? Because I don’t do every little thing you tell me to? Because I don’t obey your orders?! Christ, Jamie! I’m a person! Not some play thing for you to do whatever you damn well please!” Her voice had steadily risen as she spoke, her face coming within mere inches of his, taunting him–daring him–to argue.

You do not own me.” She growled, a predator mere seconds away from killing its prey.

“So if you ever lay a hand on me again, James Fraser; I will cut your heart out and have it for breakfast. Do you understand me?” Her face was only a hairsbreadth away from his, her eyes boring holes into him as she awaited his response.

His mind was running a mile a minute searching for something to say– anything; but words were lost to him. Nothing he could say would be good enough. Nothing he could say-or do-would excuse his actions from that night after Fort William.

“A wife must obey her husband, and must be punished when she doesn’t.”  A tiny voice in his head castigated him.

“No, that isn’t fair to her. Claire isn’t any other woman; why should she be treated any different?” He argued, one side of him trying to reason with the other.

“She put all the men in danger and almost had herself killed because of her actions. You risked everything to save her: your life and the lives of several other men. And what would have happened if you failed? The entirety of Clan Mackenzie might have had to answer for her actions.”  

“Aye, but I didn’t fail. Besides, she hadn’t gotten herself captured on purpose.”

“She should have known there would be English soldiers going by! Remember what happened at the glade?!”

“She was in shock–traumatized, even. All I could do was stand by and watch. Remember how that felt? What must she have felt? She didn’t ask for that.”

“Your father tanned your hide whenever you disobeyed him. Didn’t you understand the consequences of your actions afterwards?”

“But how many times had he done it? Did I ever learn? Obey? In fact, it only made me more rebellious, didn’t it?”

Silence.

He knew he was right, knew Claire was right. That voice was wrong; invalid. There was no room for argument.

“Do you?!” Claire shouted.

Her voice had forced him back into reality, the war inside his head forgotten.

“Aye.” He whispered, ashamed. “Aye, I understand. I’m sorry, Claire.” His eyes met hers now, looking past the shame and the guilt of his actions, overcoming his pride and ego by admitting he was wrong.

He was wrong–and he needed to make it right.

He took a breath and a step towards her. “You’re right. Ye are a person, and ye dinna belong to me–to anyone–but yourself. And i’m sorry for it.” He shook his head, looking down at his feet.

“Wives obey their husbands, and husbands punish them when they don’t. At least, that’s how it was for my father, and his father, and on and on and on back.” A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he braved another glance at her. “But maybe, for you and me, it has to go a different way.” He smiled and nodded at her, taking a step further inside the room.

“So,” He exhaled before getting onto his knees in front of her, taking her hand in his. “I swear to you, Claire, that I will never lay a hand on you again. And if I do, then my heart deserves to be ripped out from me, for I am not worthy of you.” He lowered his head over her hand before kissing it and looking up at her.

The anger and contempt had vanished, replaced by shock and tenderness.

“I’m sorry. Truly, I am.” He stared up at her, their eyes locked on each other’s. “Can ye forgive me?”

She squeezed his hand and pulled it up towards her, asking him to stand.

Their foreheads met as she breathed in the scent of him.

God, she had missed him.

“You promise?” Her brow furrowed as she pulled back an inch so that she could clearly see into his eyes. “Do you swear; on your life?”

He ran his hands up the length of her arms, stopping at her shoulders and holding them there. “I swear… on my mother’s grave.” He breathed, his face leaning closer and closer to hers.

She smiled and kissed him. “Then yes. Yes, I forgive you.

Then his mouth was on hers, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth, desperately trying to make up for all the hours that had been lost.  

Oh, how he ached for her.

There was no tenderness, only desperation and need. They couldn’t get enough of the other, couldn’t get close enough.

He had her pressed up against the door, making sure to close and bolt it shut as he did so.

His hands were a frenzy over her body, wanting to touch all of her at once, unable to decide which part of her to worship first.

One of her hands was tangled in the hair at his nape, keeping his head exactly where it was. The other on his arse, pulling him towards to her. He rolled his hips against her as she did this, causing the breath to hitch in her throat. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to grab her arse or caress her breast; so he did both. He had two hands, after all.

The hand on her rear slid down to her thigh, hiking her leg up so that it rested just above his hip.

Both of her arms were wrapped around his neck, bracing herself as she hitched her other leg on his hip. His groin was right up against hers, and she could feel the heat of him there. Hard and wanting.

He walked them towards the bed, setting her down gently before fumbling with his stock.

Why is it that fingers never work when you want them to?

Claire had her shift up and over her head in a second, before she helped Jamie in his quest to undress.

Finally, finally, there were no more barriers between them. Only skin against supple skin.

Normally, he would take more time, but ten days was far too long and he needed to be inside her, now.

With one hand braced on either side of her head, Jamie took no time in settling himself between her legs and thrusting home.

Both of them gasped as they relished in the feeling of their joining.

How had they survived those ten days?

Claire raked her fingernails down his back, the pain bordering on pleasure only spurring him onwards.

Sometimes, when they made love, they were slow and tender; pouring everything they had into one another. Other times, it was fast and rough and quick. They craved each other, needed to feel that release.

And this definitely wasn’t slow or tender.

Her fingers dug into his flesh as he thrust into her, her release building and building until she couldn’t take it anymore.

She sunk her teeth into his shoulder, wrapped her legs tight around his waist and held on for dear life as he brought her over the edge. She shook underneath him and it wasn’t long before he tensed above her and followed her into oblivion.

He flopped down beside her, breathing heavily as he pulled her into his arms.

“How long have been waiting to do that?” She sighed, resting her head on his chest.

“Too long, Sassenach. Far too long.” He smirked, kissing her brow.

Best Friends (Jungkook one shot smut)

Originally posted by grape-joon

A/N: The link kept spazzing so I had to repost, sorry xx

Summary: You slept with your best friend, Jungkook. A mistake, a drunken adventure destined to gnaw at your mind. But what’s worse? You have feelings for him. 

Genre: Smut, Angst (oh boy), fluff

Pairing: You x Jungkook

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Smut, mentions of drinking

You’ve had so many dirty dreams about Jungkook already. So many dreams that felt so real. That’s why when you reached over and touched his arm, you almost fell off of the bed.

You jumped up, dragging the sheet with you to wrap around your very naked body. It was as if he was a complete stranger you woke up next to by the way you backed up and away from the bed. It was worse than that.

It was your best friend.

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You know what? Fuck men.  I’m a gay trans man, but fuck men.   Especially cishet men.  They don’t need a fucking day to celebrate them.  They fuck over me and everyone else’s entire lives to make their own justified.  I have to hear their pathetic whining 24/7 about how hard things are for them.  And you know what?  I don’t care.  I don’t care how hard it is or isn’t.  Because why should I care about the pain you fuckers feel?  You can go be miserable.  I’ll enjoy it.   Get a taste of your own damn medicine.  I’m not going to coddle you when you spend so much time fucking over queer lives like mine.  You don’t deserve a day.

You spend your lives fucking up other people and spewing your emotional problems on the rest of us.  And you expect me to be grateful for it?  To tell you “it’s ok to cry.” To “express your emotions.”  Well guess what, you express them way too much already when you yell at the top of your lungs about how hard you fucked her last night.  When you harass and beat up my fellow queer people.  When you abuse women.  Or when you shoot somebody cuz you had a bad day.

You throw tantrums at the slightest emotion you feel.  And when you throw a tantrum, you make sure I hear it.  You scream, beat, rape, and kill people when you have a bad day.  And you expect me to encourage you to express your feelings?!  

When you express your feelings, you fuck up my life.  But no twitter, you want me, and my queer ass, to give space to cishet men for all the pain they feel?  No, cishet men can all go rot in the hell they made.  You know why they’re not “allowed” to express emotion?  Because of the misogynistic patriarchy they made!  And now you want me to coddle these misogynistic queerphobic babies?  They would rather see me dead than leave me in peace.  But no, I should give a damn about their “feelings.”

So no, I’m not celebrating “International Men’s Day.”  You can all rot in the misogynistic queerphobic world you made.

And I’m sure you’re all going to tell me “International Men’s Day” includes trans and gay men like me.  But we all know it doesn’t.  Anyone who isn’t a cishet man is simply being tacked on like a bigotry disclaimer.  I’m not an idiot, I know when me and my kind aren’t welcome.  This day is about reinforcing the gender binary, being cis, and forgiving misogyny.  Nothing more.  I’m not going to pretend it’s inclusive just to satisfy your ego.

remember the night you walked away from me? i looked at you with so much anger but so much love at the same time. i hated you, but i was in love with you. i would have done anything for you to stay but instead i just looked at you until you left.
since that night i’ve lost control of myself and everything around me. taking baths were peaceful; calm. but now i want to force myself under and stay there because really, that’s the only time it’s quiet. medicine was something you took when you were sick, or when you had physical pain. now it’s the only thing keeping me together every night when it’s dark & i’m alone. look what you’ve done to me.. i was such a happy girl. i appreciated the sun and the way it shined. i appreciated the way the sky could be blue on one side, but dark & gray on the other. i appreciated that an ugly sky that dropped rain could create a path of so many colors. i had a love for the stars and the way they made the moon look so big. i loved everything and i felt a deep happiness growing out of me, mistakingly feeling as if it could reflect off of you. i miss you; i miss you everyday. i couldn’t bear your absence, but now i can stand pain, and i welcome it in all forms.

Hi all!! This is the official announcement for Polyamorous Cool Kids Week 2017! It’ll be running from Sunday, June 11th through Saturday, June 17th.

Here are the themes for the week:

Sunday June 11th, Day 1: First meetings; we know from Three Gems and a Baby that the cool kids met back when they were young, but how do you imagine their first encounters with each other?

Monday June 12th, Day 2: Date Night; It’s date night!! What do they do?

Tuesday June 13th, Day 3: Fluff/Angst; A situation that’s either very sweet or very sad. Or both! You pick.

Wednesday June 14th, Day 4: Free Day

Thursday June 15th, Day 5: Alternate Universe; Pick whatever AU you want and do something with that! For example: magic/fantasy, mermaids, werewolves/vampires, etc!

Friday June 16th, Day 6: Beach boredom; It’s a slow day in Beach City. What do they do to kill time?

Saturday June 17th, Day 7: Domestic Life; Years have passed and the three are all living together! Give a snippet into their everyday lives with each other.

Rules:

  1. Any and all kinds of media, be it art, writing, fanmixes, AMVs, gifsets, etc. are all welcome so long as they are made by you! Submissions can range anywhere from drabbles to full-length fics, sketches to finished illustrations, and from 15-second edits to full-length AMV’s! Don’t feel like you have to go all out unless you want to.
  2. Please post anything you want me to see and reblog under the tag #PCKW.  Please make sure you include this tag as one of the first five in your post, otherwise it won’t show up in the tag when I search for it!! If you don’t want to post something to your blog, you can also submit it via the submission box. You will be credited unless you explicitly want it to be anonymous! Please pick to either submit or post, though! Don’t do both!
  3. Try and post your completed submissions on the day of the prompt if possible (according to EST). If you miss it, no big deal. The tag will be checked and late posts will be reblogged for a week after the official event ends!
  4. Please keep everything like, appropriate for ages 16 or younger. Explicit content (language is fine) will not be reblogged. Sorry!
  5. You may participate in as many or as few prompts as you’d like, of course!!

Most importantly, have fun!! I’m so excited to be running this event and I look forward to seeing what everyone creates! :’)

-Mod Nim ( @stevonnie )

6

This moment I captured on camera was probably one of the highlights of my night at Day6′s live and meet at LA. It was during Day6′s “Letting Go” performance and I just felt so much emotion from Jae at this particular moment. He was so hyped and giddy throughout the night because he was back home, but during this time, I can really see how happy he was to be on stage performing to My Days for the first time in his hometown. It’s like at this very moment, he was thinking about how far he’s gotten in his life where he could finally perform and share his music with the people around him. He is in a state of slight disbelief that he’s finally made it and he’s surrounded by his fans that support him and his band. The way he just shakes his head and then nods reassuring himself, probably thinking “Wow…I’m here. I’m really here.” Everytime I see this moment, I just feel so much love and happiness for him, that I actually feel emotional. These small things are what I admire most. This is what so many k-pop bands (k-pop idols too) strive for. This moment where they feel like they’ve accomplished their dream. 

Welcome home, Jae. You made it, and you’re doing great. 

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Pairing: Reader X Yoongi

Word Count: 6,748

Genre: Romance, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, cursing

Summary: After dating for almost 3 years, the armys and Yoongi’s label have found out about your relationship. Now you have to deal with it in your extraordinarily normal life.



I didn’t mean to start dating Min Yoongi. I’d simply gone into New York City. I had taken the day off from work weeks in advance and gone in with my friends then ran into him at Bryant Park. I’d heard BTS before, but honestly, I had no clue that they were there at that time. I later learned it was for some meeting, but we never really talked about the details of one of our favorite days.

We’d made eye contact. He was in front of the fountain taking pictures of it and himself, and I’d noticed him out of the corner of my eye. When we tell this story, he likes to say that I was staring at him with heart eyes. In reality, I watched him for 10 seconds and within that time he’d notice me and given me a coy smile. Then he jogged back over to Jimin and Namjoon and I shook my head clear of that and back into my friends conversation.

I hadn’t noticed the 3 boys following us across the street into Kinokuniya Bookstore. We simply went across the street to look at the manga, figures, and all of the cute stationary. I was there with my two best friends, Alicia and Julianna. They had wandered off, crying about some manga about stray dogs and I was alone in the basement of the store, looking at the stationary when I felt a heat on the back of my neck. I always got nervous when I was alone, simply because I had some terrible anxiety.

I was the mom friend in the group, so I had to take charge in certain situations. For some reason, inside of flight I choose fight. Boy, was it the right choice. I’d turned around the see who was staring at me and it was him, Him with his blonde hair. Him with his soft face. Him with his all black outfit and snapback, hiding from the world.

Before I got the chance to ask why he was staring at me, he stepped closer and held out his hand.

“Min Yoongi.” he introduced and I shook it.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Can I asked why a perfectly good stranger has been watching me like some creep.”

He chuckled. I melted. “Well, I can’t help myself to do anything, but to look at you. You kind of have my full attention and I also thought it was a little creepy. Obviously, you noticed me. So, I thought I would introduce myself.”

“What a gentleman.”

“You know, they have this cute little cafe on the top floor. Wanna come get lunch with me?”

His english was a little broken, but I managed to catch his drift and pick up on what he was saying. The way he spoke was almost rehearsed. Later, I found out that Namjoon helped him learn this little monologue so he could speak to me.

Then it was all a part of history. Our history. The six of us had a lunch together and Yoongi and I hit it off. He was trying so hard to speak my language, even though Namjoon had to help him a bunch. He was so… into me. It was crazy. I’d never had such an instant spark with someone, especially someone so reserved at first. I had always had this weird outgoing, loud guy type.

He was so captivating. He still is. Anyways, that’s how it started. After that lunch, he’d invited us to their concert that night. When I carried on, stressing out about how I had nothing to wear, he just waved me off. My girlfriends laughed at my constant need to worry about the silliest things in the world, just stating “This is how I was.” and that “he’d have to get used to it”. Which he responded with, “I plan on it.”.

On the way out of the store, he grabbed my hand and led me down the avenue. We were both totally aware he had no idea where he was off to, but he’d decided I was going to get a whole new outfit then stay at his hotel. I’d felt like I’d known Min Yoongi for years. His personality just vibed with me and the hotel part didn’t even come across in a creepy way? Then we shopped and went to his show.

Obviously, the next day he was gone. Off to some other city. But he never left me. My days were full of constant texts and calls. My weeks became filled with him flying in whenever he had a day off. My months were made up of stolen kisses and my year ended up in a relationship. It was a secret and we could handle it. The constant separation made keeping this secret from his record label so much easier.

Until 2 years later. 2 years into my bliss, we were caught by one of his fans. He’d flown in for the weekend and one of them had followed the car he got picked up in from the airport all the way to a parking lot of a Mcdonald’s where he hopped into my car. We were in for some shit, let me tell you. My mentions were filled and so was my phone. BigHit now owned me in a way, sadly. After signing a bunch of contracts about how I wasn’t playing Yoongi and that I couldn’t run away with his money and I couldn’t reveal more intimate parts of him and if we got married I had none of his BTS assets and all of that dumb shit, I thought it had died down.

The armys didn’t hate me. Well, obviously some did, but the others made me feel welcome. Made me feel less scared about going public with my relationship with my boyfriend of almost 3 years. I was very straight forward with the things I could talk about and did whatever his record label asked me to. At first, it started with an hour long interview, talking about myself and us. Why we kept this all a secret and such. It ended with them surprising me with what I thought was a skype call, but Yoongi ended up being there. After 4 months.

When we were on the skype call, he told me to close my eyes for a moment so he could put on something silly or whatever. Then I smelt him, as weird as it sounds. He wore my favorite cologne and I started crying before he wrapped his arms around me. Within seconds I was buried into his chest, sobbing, as he held his hands on my face. He wiped away my tears for camera effect, but he also made sure to block my face from the limelight. He knew I’d be even more upset if there were suddenly gifs of me hysterical on the internet.

So, blah blah blah, right? Now, I’ll bring us to today. Currently, I was hiding in the fridge at my job at a super market deli. My manager knew I was in here and I was even preparing food in here to go in the showcase. Currently there were a bunch of pre-teen girls standing at the counter, all looking for me. It’d been like this for the past week and my manager Steve happened to feel bad for me today.

A few hours earlier, my twitter started to go crazy. The Big Hit account had decided to use me for some retweets and tweeted out my work address. So now it looked like I was having a fucking meet and greet, so I decided to be trapped in the fridge. Yep.

Steve walked in and kind of chuckled at me as I packed some yams into a dinner container. “I know you’re having a hard time out there, but we could really use you. It’s a little busy out there. It’s your meet and greet after all.” Then he broke into a full on laughter, patting his chest, to make sure he could still breathe at the end of it. I didn’t laugh because it wasn’t funny. Not funny at all. “I’m glad you’re sticking this out, you know, taking one for the team back here.”

In all reality, I wanted to ask to go home. It was starting to get cold and I forgot a jacket, but I needed the money. Not all of us could be K-pop idols and I didn’t want to really want to have to rely on him for money. Well, he sort of ruined my job. And my life. Maybe I could bill him for work interruption. I’ll sue him. That’s it, I’ll sue him. I’m not exactly sure for what yet, but I texted informing him about the lawsuit. He didn’t respond.

He also didn’t respond to my 20 other texts messages freaking out about the armys at my job or about how his record label was trying to sabotage our relationship. He was probably in the middle of overworking himself in whatever country he was in today. I had stopped trying to keep up with each individual one and just knew the basic area of where he was. I think it was Korea. Or maybe Japan. I knew it wasn’t America. That was in half a week.

They had a 2 weeks vacation and he’d decided to spend it with me. Every time he got a break, he tried to waste it all on me. I always bullied him into going home to be with his family or spend time with the band and the last 4 days would be reserved for us. This time he’d convinced me to let him stay with me the whole time. He’d even called my store and requested the two weeks off for me as he planned whatever he was going to do. So, starting Monday I would no longer be trapped here, I guess.

As soon as all of the dinner were packed, I stacked them onto a tray and kicked open the fridge door, subsequently hitting one of the chef’s, Mike, with it. “Ahh, she emerges.” he joked, pushing my hat lower over my eyes. “Maybe you should go say hi to them. They’ve been here since your shift started.” He nodded at the 50 girls filling up the coffee lounge outside of the deli. I swished my mouth back and forth, debating the situation. “I’ll go with you, if that’s what you need. I know you want to, nervous nelly.”

I put the dinners down and grabbed my bag on my way back to my tundra. I pulled up the step ladder and took out my makeup bag, deciding now would be a good time to look good. Of course I wanted to go meet the girls. They made my boyfriend happy and support him. They support us. I guess it really did look bad if I hid all day. I was just so anxious about the entire situation. I wasn’t the famous one. I was kind of just riding along with the love of my life who happened to be a bit popular.

I pulled off my hat and took out the ponytail within my hair. I ran my hands through it and of course it was already a bit knotted. Nothing could ever be easy in my life. Whatever, this was for him. For his label. In the back of my mind I couldn’t shake the horrible feeling that everyone out there would jump me for dating him, but they were there. Here to see me. Hell, what do I even do? I work, I’m not even in school, and I sing in a band that purely plays in my friends garage because we can’t get our act together to even have a name.

I stood up and cleared my throat a bunch. When I got nervous my voice seemed to crack and I stepped out of my tomb. “Wish me luck.” I said to the guys I worked with and they just laughed and waved me off.

I pushed open the double doors and heard a few noises come from the direction I was headed in. “H-Hey guys.” I smiled, giving a little wave to the girls as they proceeded to run over to me and surround me. First, it started slow. I thought maybe they’d kind of stare at me from a distance, but oh no. Of course nothing can be civil and easy with me, can it?

They started getting closer to me and snapping selfies all around me, throwing out questions about Yoongi.

“What’s he like in bed?” I can’t discuss that. I legally can’t.

“Is this just a publicity thing? So the armys can feel like they have a chance?” No, I’m in love with him. He’s in love with me.

“You’re so fucking pretty. It makes me feel so shitty.” I’m so sorry. I’m so so so sorry. Please, don’t feel that way. You’re absolutely beautiful.

“Is BTS gonna tour here soon?” I don’t know.

“Why have you been hiding from us? What exactly are you hiding, Y/N?” Nothing. I was so scared. I’m so scared.

I wanted to respond to everything. I wanted to defend myself. I couldn’t get a word out edgewise, everything was trapped in my thoughts. I just smiled for all of the pictures and videos they were taking of and with me. I didn’t start to cry until I heard Steve yell for me behind the deli counter, asking if I was alright. Then I became hysterical. I covered my face and closed my eyes, only to hear him running across the wooden floor. He lightly pushed through the girls and pulled me out of there, back to my safe haven of the deli fridge.

Fuck.


I’d been excused to leave work early after that and Steve told me not to come in the next day either. After a little bit of a fight about it, he told me to start my days off early and that he’d talk to his boss about asking if those can be paid vacation days. I knew he’d say no however. The store manager had been pushing for me to work more because of all of the business I’d been bringing in by simply working there. We were up by around half a grand a day and boy did that make him look good.

When I pulled into my driveway, I unplugged the aux cord from my car and dialed one of the numbers I knew by heart. Yoongi’s international number. I rarely called him without asking, but I knew he had my phone call volume on. Only when it was an emergency I’d phone him right away.

It rang three times. “Mmmm, baby? What’s up?” Oh, he sounded so sleepy. I felt bad for about 5 seconds before I started yelling.

“How could you sleep through all of my messages? Boy, have I had a day.” I unlocked my door and slammed it behind me, only locking the top lock. I threw myself on the couch as I heard him groaning about sitting up to check his phone.

“Facetime.” Then he hung up and face timed me this time. By this point, I was upside down on my couch with a red face and an angry expression. I hit the green button. “You look so grumpy.” He chuckled.

“I am grumpy. Please don’t go on twitter for a few days?”

“So, armys were at your job.” I saw his face sink a little as he leaned against the wall.

I sat upright and fixed my hair in the camera mirror. “I kind of started crying and I got excused from work until after my vacation days. They probably think I’m crazy, Gloongs.”

“You’re calling me Gloongs? Look at you. The new dwarf in Snow White. Mopey.”

“I’m gonna hang–”

“No. Please no. You’re not okay. I’m sorry this is happening. I’ll fix it.” Then he hung up.

The way he went about his life was so weird to me sometimes. Knowing him, he was back asleep already too. Sleeping sounded like a pretty good idea, actually. I knew I could never take a nap, it was something I had learned to deal with. I’d always wished I could just pass out like my boyfriend. He had this uncanny ability to simply close his eyes and be somewhere else.

I stood from the purple couch in my living room and walked the total 10 feet to my bedroom. I swung open the door and fell straight onto my bed. The phone charger I kept next to my bed was gone and then I just let out my anger by screaming. I didn’t give a fuck about my upstairs neighbor in this moment or the 5 open windows in the little apartment my mother and I stayed in.  I was just frustrated.

The plug had fallen on the floor off of my mattress, luckily. Once my phone was charging, I called up my best friend Alicia. She didn’t pick up and I knew she was also asleep. Of course two of the most important people in my life had these weird sleeping habits I couldn’t get myself into. I could barely sleep as it was, let alone throughout the day.

I called her again as fast as I could. Normally after the first phone call, she grabbed her phone to turn off the volume for the second call. I always begged her not to because if there was a second call it was important, but she didn’t give a shit. It was almost crazy to me how my boyfriend and best friend were so alike. I really couldn’t fathom how I could handle two of them let alone one, but I did it. I guess my type had changed.

I must have called fast enough because I was met with a groan and a, “Ugh, what do you need?”

“Hey,” I almost choked up? I wasn’t sad, just stressed. “Can we do something?”

“Guardians 2 just came out, if you can get us tickets.” Usually, I was met with a no and that she was going back to bed. “What’s wrong with you?”

I put my phone on speaker and opened up the Chrome browser, typing in showtimes near us. “Oh, you know. I’m just casually getting stalked.”

“Yeah? Well, that’s karma.”

“For what?!”

“Dating a superstar. A hot, lazy version of me though. Yeah. Karma.” she broke into a fit of chuckles and I heard her get up and start rummaging through her clothes. “Do I have to dress nice? Am I going to get followed by some paparazzi?” I could hear her trying not to laugh.

“I’m wearing jeans and a fucking hoodie. The next show time is in 40 minutes, I got us side seats. I’m coming to pick you up.” Then I hung up, grabbed my keys, and ran out my door.


The movie was amazing, but my phone call with Yoongi later was not. Halfway through the movie, I remembered that he had wanted to see it with me. Boy, I wasn’t ready for the angry rant I was about to get, but I stayed up til 2 am for it anyways.

“Hey, baby.” I could hear the smile in his voice. He was in the arena in whatever place he was in now, getting ready for his show. “How are you, what’d you do after our call last night? Or your day time.”

“I went to the movies with Ali-”

“No you didn’t.” Oh no. He interrupted me. He was onto me, he knew. “Are you kidding me? I planned the tour around us seeing this movie during my vacation days!” He was screaming now. I heard Hoseok in the background asking him to calm down and heard my precious boyfriend slapping him away. “You know what? I’m done.”

“Done? Dude, come on.”

“You’re fucking coming to Korea on the next flight and we’re seeing it together. You’re off from work anyways, I’m not taking no as an answer. Hoseok, please take my card and find her a flight. I’d do it, but she won’t pack anything that she needs if I hang up to look.”

He was right, sadly. For such a put together person I over packed unessential stuff no matter where I was going. Day trips, week trips, I packed my entire room up for those.  “Don’t make him book me a ticket. I can buy my own.”

He broke into a fit of laughter. “Shut up, no you can’t. I got you out of work, so let me compensate by paying. You also can’t argue with me because it’s done. Check your email.”

He was right, I couldn’t. The flight was in about 3 hours and I was an hour away from the airport, so I started to pack. He scolded me about packing 3 times the clothes I needed when it only a four day trip. They had three more shows left to end their tour and would be in the same area for all of them. So I didn’t have to feel guilty about more travel expenses and such like I always did.

Of course I knew he had the money to spend and such, but that was the thing. I didn’t want to be pampered by him at all times just because he could. I liked being able to support myself and not feeling like I was using him for his money. I was so in love with this kid and I had been for the last few years and that was the last thing I wanted him to believe.

Yeah, I was working a part time minimum wage job and he was touring the world, but I didn’t need him for such small expenses. Even though I guess a plane ticket wasn’t small. On the cab ride to JFK airport, I was just enveloped in my thoughts about him that I didn’t even realize when we had arrived. I was forced out of my head by a loud honk and the man in the front seat telling me to get out. I passed up a 50 dollar bill and grabbed my larger than I should have suit case out of the trunk.

I never really began going to airports and flying before Yoongi. It was such a normal thing to him, but to me it was so extravagant. Not even including where you’re going, flying on an airplane was just such a cool concept to me. So I took it all in every time. Even if it fucked me over in the end. Which you already knew it did. I never slept, so my jet lag was extra bad during these. I just watched movie after movie, every time. There was truly nothing else to do for me than take advantage of that. I got too anxious sleeping in front of people, even if they were perfectly good strangers.


Whenever my plane landed in South Korea, I always regretted not paying too much attention when Yoongi tried to teach me the language in depth. I knew some basic terms to get me around, but he had practiced English for so long and so hard for me, that I really did feel guilty for not learning his native tongue. It seemed to always be a lingering thought whenever I was in his homeland, but he made me feel silly for thinking that. Stating that I had no true reason to learn Korean and that he didn’t want me to get good at it so he could always talk shit about me without me truly understanding. As much as I wanted to believe that was a joke, I knew it wasn’t.

After grabbing my luggage, I looked around for one of the security guards I knew would be getting me. I pulled my hood lower on my head and looked for the sign that Yoongi probably wrote. Knowing him it would say something embarrassing.  There it was. Booboo buns. He even drew hearts around it. He was such a dick, even when he wasn’t here.

I gripped my rolling suitcase with a hard fist as I walked over to the burly man and waved. He complimented me with a smile and turned his back on me to follow to the car outside. He attempted to take my suitcase from me and I just responded with, “Aniyo gwaenchanhseubnida.” Meaning no thank you. One of the few terms I made sure to know along with where is the bathroom and a few other phrases.

Once I was in the familiar black van, I finally closed my eyes. I didn’t know how far the hotel was and I didn’t bother to ask. Well, I didn’t know how to ask and I had no service here to even text Yoongi I was on my way. He definitely knew though. For a lazy fuck he was on top of important shit; like getting me around a place where I could easily end up lost. As much as I prided myself on having good direction value.

Of course I didn’t sleep on the way to the hotel when that was purely all I wanted to do. The security guard parked the car in front of the hotel and left the hazards on. He simply walked me inside and I said thank you and he passed me a card with the room number and key. From the lack of people around here, I figured the boys were at their show. It was around 8 pm here now, so it was almost a perfect time for me to sleep.

I power walked to the elevator and once it dinged I went inside up to the 18th floor. I closed my eyes on the way up as I leaned against the mirror on the side of the elevator. I hope I didn’t leave a mark or anything. I was probably all gross from that plane ride. If I had the energy I’d shower, but I just wanted to knock out and I bet that the bed here was super comfortable. Nothing like my mattress on the floor back at home. Ding. I was here. Floor 18, room 22. Of course it was at the end of a long hallway. Of course.

At this point I was almost ready to crawl down the hallway, but instead I jogged. I figured I was alone, but I was wrong. During my sprint, I ran into random man and completely ate shit and fell. He said, “Sorry, sorry.” but continued running in the opposite direction of me. Awesome. Now I was tired and bruised and probably had fucking rug burn, but I was over it.  I stood up and just pushed the thought that I got to see Yoongi when I woke up. I swiped the card through room 22 and saw it. The beautiful, big bed. The door slammed behind me and I kicked off the moccasins I’d been wearing for the past almost 16 hours. A smile loomed over my face as I tiptoed over to the empty bed and stuffed myself into it. Within a minute, I was out like a light.


I was awoken by the light turning on, but the thing that pushed me into being awake was the stench that followed it. I coughed to clear my throat and sat up. I opened my eyes to a smiling Yoongi at the foot of the bed. My eyes were still adjusting to the change, so he was a little blurry to me. “Why didn’t you shower there?” I asked. It totally wasn’t the first thing I wanted to say, but I kind of hurt a bit too much to move or yell.

“I wanted to see my girl.” His smile turned into one of my favorites. The gummy one. Then he crawled over to me, rubbing his fingers across the dimple that lined my face. “You’re so pretty… and bloody?” He chuckled, “Did you fall or something?” He peeled the blanket off of me and I was as confused as the look on his face. “Oh, come on. You fell?”

I couldn’t help but to laugh. There were a bunch of scratches on my arm from the carpet that had torn just enough to bleed. Then I just ignored it, so here we were. “Yeah, I fell. I was super tired and ran into this guy-”

“Someone ran into you?” He pulled me into his smelly arms and squeezed me. “You didn’t yell at him? Shame. I love it when you’re a firecracker.” He kissed at my cheek, towards the corner of my mouth. “Wow, I missed you.”

He continued to leave small kisses around my face and I knew I wasn’t sleeping anytime soon. I turned around so that I was looking at him and he had changed his hair. “Green?” My face lit up, “You did my favorite hair color again?!”

He bit at my nose, “Yeah. I gotta make sure this vacation is perfect for you.” He went back to kissing around my face. Whenever we met up, it always started like this. He missed the physical interaction, but never pushed me into anything, He always started slow.

“How was the show?”

“Amazing, as always, but I was so distracted knowing you were here and laying in my bed without me.” His kisses began to trail down the side of my face to my neck, his second favorite place to be at for a while.

“Can we shower? I don’t want to fuck you- No, that’s a lie. I want to fuck you really bad.”

“Blunt today?” he breathed hot air down my neck as he spoke in a sexy whisper.

“I’m gross and so are you, let’s shower.”

We both walked into the bathroom and started stripping each other. Nothing too sensual at first, until we were both in our undergarments. We both just looked at each other for a minute. Observed each other’s flaws and imperfections as if it was the first time seeing each other naked, but boy was it not. Honestly, I think that’s what made us love each other so much. Everything was always the same, but it was always new.

“God, I’ve missed you so much.” Yoongi breathed. He undid the clasp on my bra and as I took that off I felt his long fingers slide down my back to pull down my lacy panties I’d been in for probably the last day. I breathed out a gasped when he touched me. His fingers were cold even though the bathroom was slowly heating up. I pulled on the waistline of Yoongi’s boxers, suggesting for him to take them off. Even if we were caught in a moment, he couldn’t help but to slightly laugh at my little motions. I was never truly the one in charge of these situations, but considering it’s been about 3 months since we’d last seen each other, I was getting a little antsy.

He grabbed onto my hand and led me into the shower. As soon as I turned the shower on he started attacking my neck with little kisses. Nothing too aggressive, but hard enough to leave a faint bruise after each kiss. I turned around to face him. God, he was beautiful. We moved closer to each other and our lips finally connected. The kiss was soft and sweet. Then of course leave it to Yoongi become aggressive. With one swift motion, he lifted me off of the ground and made me wrap my legs around him. He pushed me into the tiled wall and I could feel him against my heat.

“You came all this way for me, I figured I might as well do something for you.” He said.

“That’s fine by me, daddy.” I teased. I could feel him fucking harden against me. It was really hot. I knew it was one of his kinks. He would never admit it to me but whenever I called him that it would almost instantaneously turn him on. Now that I did that, I knew I was in for a world of trouble. Aka, him getting mad if I called him anything other than that or sir. I did it anyways, him being mad was pretty hot in these cases.

“Yeah?” his voice was raspier now.

“Okay, Yoongi.” I smirked, excited for the outcome.

“Don’t you dare call me that now. You started this,” Yoongi growled. He let me sink a little bit again the wall, only to duck his shoulder under my left leg and put it on top. My breathing hitched as he got me into one of his favorite positions. Also because this was dangerous. We could die. Then it would be all my fault and his army would kill me.

I was taken back to the moment as he kitten licked up my slit and pulled away right before he got to my clit. He chuckled at the little gasping noise I made when he stopped and lifted up to touch me, but instead of going where I thought he cupped my chin. He smirked and kissed me so hard that I could almost feel the purple that my lip was going to be. He let go of my chin and began to lazily trail his hand down my body, making sure to go over my most sensitive parts in his little teasing session.

His eyes never left yours as he teased a digit inside, but quickly pulled it out. Before he started anything else he made sure I was secure against the wall and in his left hand. He did the same motion again with his middle finger and I gasped as the loss of touch.

“Please-” I begged, reaching for his wrist.

He slapped my hand away and squinted his eyes at me telling me to stop. This time he put in two fingers and curled them inside of me, my eyes closed from habit.  “I want you to look at me while I touch you, princess.” He scolded. I could literally feel my insides turn to mush with his words as I bit onto my lip. His two fingers slowly moved inside of me while his thumb reached up to rub my clit. He kept curling and uncurling his fingers while rubbing little circles. All I wanted right now was to moan loud and sink to my knees, but I couldn’t lose my voice yet and I was pinned to the shower.

At this point he lowered me onto the ground, still keeping my leg on his shoulder. I gripped the shower handle as he moved his mouth onto my clit, lightly sucking on it while keeping his fingers inside of me. I wrapped my leg over my shoulder. He added a third finger and continued to curl them. I reached my other hand out and ran my fingers through his hair, being careful not to pull the green too hard. I pushed my hips down and mumbled a fuck. He hummed into me as he removed his fingers and licked up me one final time.

He pulled his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them while not breaking eye contact. “Better than ever.” He let my leg down and I still needed some support. I reached my arms up lazily and wrapped them around his neck, kissing him softly. He, however, didn’t want soft. The kiss quickly became intense as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He ran his hands up and down my back, eventually landing on my ass and gripped it like he was holding on for dear life.

The kissing stopped for a moment. “Are you sure you don’t want me to-” I pulled one arm off of him and brought it toward his hip. He reached out for it with his own, lacing our fingers together. It felt less intense in this moment, as he smiled purely and took his other hand to my cheek.

“Let me take care of you for once. Let me fuck you til you beg me to stop, (Y/N).” He spoke in is normal voice, except a little bit higher. I simply bit my lip in response. Leave it to Yoongi to always know what to say to make me wet.

He lifted my leg back up again and placed himself at my entrance. In typical Yoongi fashion, he rubbed the head up and down my folds, barely dipping inside. “Please.” I begged, barely audible. He just smiled and slowly pushed into me. Within seconds, he picked up speed. He went at a mild tempo at first then as I put my hand onto his shoulder he lifted my leg higher and all you could hear was muffled moans and groans along with the slapping of skin.

He gripped my thigh as he thrusted in and out. He never broke eye contact with me and as much as I wanted to close my eyes, I stared right at him. When I reached my high, he knew. I knew he was close too. “Can I?” his eyes darted down to his cock. I nodded as I was unable to even speak. He fucked me right through my orgasm and my nails scratched through his skin. As soon as I was done, he moaned out my name as he came inside me. He lowered my leg to a more comfortable position and then pulled out.

Before putting me back onto the ground he made sure I was leaning on him and had my hand somewhere else. Fuck, he knew me too well. He hummed into my ear as my back leaned against his bare body. He ran his fingers through my hair and I felt a stinging in my eye. “Yoongi stop!” I yelled, squeezing it shut to try to comfort my pain.

“What’s wrong? Was I being too aggressive? I know it’s been a bit and I know you can barely walk right now but maybe y-”

“No, it’s not that-”

“Then what’s wrong?” He wrapped his arms around me, turning me in towards him.

“You got shampoo in my eye.”

He gulped. “I wasn’t holding the shampoo-”

“Then what’s in my eye?!” I yelled, reaching one hand up to rub it. He started to laugh.

“Babe, I am so sorry.”

For the rest of the shower, I just leaned into him after getting whatever was in my eye out. I missed being with him like this in such a personal way. We didn’t even speak, but we were so in tune with each other when we were together. He took care of me and I took care of him. In this moment, it was his turn. He knew I’d been hurting lately, mentally and now physically thanks to him. It was moments like these I was so grateful for him. I was always grateful for him.

He reached over me to turn off the water and pulled a towel off of the rack outside of it. He twirled it around me and then one around his own waist. He kept one arm around me as he patted some of the water off of himself. “You tired?” He whispered, patting me down a little bit before lifting me bridal style out of the shower.

He laid me onto the bed still wrapped up despite me still being well covered in water. He got in next to me and covered us with the warm blanket, pulling me close to his chest. He liked to sleep while in contact with me, despite what it may be. Tonight his arm was around me, but most nights his hand was on my hip or thigh . Tonight was different, he wanted to closer than usual. We which we already were. Our usual is across the world.

“Hey, Yoongs.” I whispered into his chest. He made a noise signaling he heard me. “I love you. I love you. I’m so in love with you.”

He ruffled my hair. “Shh, go to sleep.”

“Reassure me.” my unnecessary anxiety spoke out.

“I’m so in love with you. I’ve loved you since I’ve known you. You’re the strongest woman I know. You’re my sun and I love you. Darling, am I in love with you.”


Authors Note: Hey! I hope you enjoyed chapter 1 of Pressure! If you guys liked it, I’d appreciate if you let me know! I have lots of plans for this and would love to continue writing it! Thank you guys.


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I HAVE NO FUCKING WORDS IM SO HAPPY

THANKS BE TO AMY FOR GIVING ME THE FUCKING MICROPHONE YOU GUYS SHE IS EVEN MORE STUNNING AND ADORABLE IN PERSON

I wanted to say so much more to them but I didn’t want to eat up other people’s time, but this show was amazing and I cannot wait for anyone who hasn’t seen it yet to watch it in all its glory, thank you so much Mark, Ethan, Tyler, Amy, Kathryn, Bob, Wade, the entire crew, the entire AUDIENCE, everyone in this amazing fantastic community that’s made me feel so inspired and happy. This night was a dream come true and I can’t stress enough how much it all meant to me. :“)

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Father’s Day

A Father’s Day picnic.

That’s what your baby girl wanted to do for Niall. Last month at her preschool her teacher had organized a family picnic one weekend, and it’s all that she could talk about for a full week—it was a nice break from all the Doc McStuffins and Sofia The First talk, but you were going to have to organize a picnic real soon before she started a revolt.

That morning you and Niall were woken up bright and early by your little one. She was a complete daddy’s girl, and Father’s Day was quite possibly the closest thing to Christmas without it actually being Christmas—the first few years she didn’t quite understand it, but now that she was four (therefore all grown up) she knew what it meant and was determined to do it perfectly.

Your eyes fluttered open that morning to the squeals and kisses being exchanged between Niall and your daughter, and your heart could have burst with love right there and then. Half an hour later the three of you were in the kitchen making breakfast together—you tried to insist on Niall staying in bed as long as he wanted, but he refused.

“Wanna spend some time with my girls,” he had said, pressing a kiss to your daughter’s head. “Why would I wanna be stuck in bed all morning and miss out on all the loving?”

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Just Friends?

Summary: Tom, Harrison and you are a trio, but when you fell for Tom years ago, any future you have with him is jeopardized. 

Characters: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,415

A/N: Surprise!!! Wrote this is one go late last night! Thank you to the anon that inspired me by making me emo. I hope you all enjoy!


You were best friends with Tom and Harrison for as long as you can remember. You all didn’t go to the same school, but lived on the same street and you would always play tag and other games with each other growing up, and as you got older, play dates would turn into movie or game nights. Another thing that changed was your feelings for Tom in particular. You didn’t know why you fell for Tom, but you did and it was the worst feeling ever because Tom liked someone else, that wasn’t you.

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Anonymous said:

is there any good crossdress yoongi fic that you recommend? i am having so much feels with yoonji somehow i need/have to read it now :((

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Kickstart My Heart*

Pretty doll

Cherry Lips

In Pink, Pink, Pink

sweetheart

that body of yours (makes me wanna feel)

Cernere

Behind the Scenes

get drunk on the good life (i’ll take you to paradise)

Fever

Touch, Don’t Tell

I want to be your oppa

The Maid Dress

Baby, show me what you’ve got (and I’ll tell you my secret)

bite

Ah Ah, Oh Oh

Never Mind

I don’t know

“Room Service!”

Daddy Can Do That

Please, sir

It’s Peachy

for you (I’d leave it all)

Mistakes

pretty please

you need him (i could be him)

Baby, are you made of sugar? (‘Cause you’re so sweet, sweet, sweet)

(I’ll Give You What You Need) Only if You Say Please

Mutually beneficial agreement

Maid

call me if you’re feeling lonely

Just Try It

You Are My Sunshine

A surprise for Jungkook

Nice Legs(Daisy Dukes)

I just wanna look good for you

Gifts and anniversaries

Welcome Home

cause you’re perfect (just like that)

₩3,000,000

Your lips (they got me going)

Want (I always get my way)

lil red

Red Lace