also kiss me on the mouth right now

The Signs As BTS Jin Quotes

Aries: “Quiet everyone it’s my scene!”

Taurus: “The salmon is flopping and dancing in my mouth right now” *more eating noises* *even more eating noises* alSO THE ENTIRETY OF EAT JIN

Gemini: “I’M A 24-YEAR OLD ADULT” *Jimin hugs him* “DON’T TOUCH ME”

Cancer: *Suga interrupts Jin* “Was I not talking? Was I or not? Did you do good or bad?” 

Leo: “If you want my hand kisses, then I guess I have no choice” *proceeds to be extra*

Virgo: *is asked what’s the most important thing to them* “Money”

Libra: “My nickname is Jindda (which means dumb)”

Scorpio: *is asked which member he would date* “….I hate them all” 

Sagittarius: “Look at the mirror after washing up, that guy’s rather handsome”

Capricorn: “Win. Lose. I don’t care, because at the end of the day I still have this face, so who’s the real winner here?”

Aquarius: “If you don’t wake up *awkward squeaky laughter* I’ll punish you” *more awkward squeaky laughter* ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Pisces: “I wish I could come here with my girlfriend….but I don’t have one”

Credits to the “Shit BTS Jin Says” video by Jimin’s Suga Kookie for most of these lmao and credits to eomma jin himself ha i’m dead inside

Interrupted (Lipstick Stains Part 2)

Lipstick Stains 

Summary: Part 2 of Lipstick Stains. Follows right where it left off with she and Tom getting steamy in the bathroom.

Pairings: Reader (?) x Tom Holland

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: A little swearing and some smuttiness

A/n: I know, I know, it took me forever, but this was hard to write. I just hope you guys like it as much as the first one. I’m actually so tired rn so ima go to sleep, but hopefully you guys will let me know what you think. Also let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list. Love ya x


She walked right back up to Tom, grabbed his shirt front and pulled his mouth against hers. She needed him. Now.

Their kiss grew intense, fast. She pushed him, his back hitting the wall roughly. Her arms wound around his neck and his around her waist. She couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. Their bodies already pressed together, she lifted her knee to his hip and wrapped her leg around his thigh. His hands found her ass again and once more, he lifted her up. When her legs tightened around him, he spun them, trapping her between the wall and himself.

He slid a hand between their bodies, squeezing her breast. She moaned against his mouth. He dropped his head to the crook of her neck, leaving butterfly kisses all over her delicate skin. He returned to her sweet spot, doing all he could to keep her moaning. The sounds falling from her parted lips were the best thing he had heard. The fact that he could do that to her, fuelled his desire.

He kissed back up along her neck and jaw, capturing her mouth. It was messy and heated, a battle for dominance. He tasted the lingering alcohol on her tongue. What else does she taste like?

He moved his hands to her legs and pushed them down a little, indicating that she return to the ground. Without breaking their kiss, her feet touched the floor. He placed his hands on the back of her thighs where her dress had ridden up. Grabbing the hem, he pulled it, over her ass and past the curve of her back. As he continued up past her chest, she stretched her arms above her head. Their lips parted for a moment as he pulled the dress off her completely and threw it to the floor. They didn’t miss a beat, resuming their kiss immediately.  

His hands roamed her body, the skin on skin contact so enticing, trailing from her back to her hips to her stomach. He pulled away and stared deeply, eyes dark with lust. He slowly fell to his knees in front of her, kissing over her bare skin, lower and lower. She let her head fall back against the cool tiles. He glided his hands up the back of her legs, squeezing her ass before hooking two fingers into the waistband of her panties. He paused, waiting for permission.

“Please,” she breathed.

He didn’t waste a minute more, dragging the lace fabric down her legs. She tangled her fingers in his hair, anticipating that first touch. He gently spread her legs and started just above her knee, one kiss, so light. She sighed softly. He teased her with another, just millimetres above the previous one.

“Tom,” she whined.

He chuckled softly, the vibrations against her skin sending tingles up her spine.

“Oh, no, darling, I wanna savour this,” his voice was low.

He continued kissing his way up, mouth open, leaving a trail of wetness.

“Please, Tom,” she whimpered.

He was almost there, right where she needed him. Her fingers tightened their grip on his curls.

And then, ripping them from their reverie, there came a loud banging on the door.

Her eyes fluttered open, goose bumps rising all across her skin. Adjusting to reality under the glare of the bathroom light, she suddenly felt exposed and very vulnerable.

Tom pulled away from her, turning to the source of the interruption.

“What?” he yelled, exasperation evident in his voice.

“Dude, hurry up! Sarah’s about to throw up all over your floor,” an urgent voice called back.

“Fuck.”

He returned his attention to her, but she was already tugging her dress on with haste.

“This was a mistake,” she muttered, as she ran a hand through her hair.

“Wait, what?” he stood up.

He wet a towel, wiping the lipstick smears off his face. She grabbed it from his hand, and did the same.

“This was a mistake,” she repeated firmly, handing the now-stained cloth back. She refused to meet his eyes. A quick look in the mirror convinced her she was decent enough.

Without any further explanation, she opened the door.

“All yours,” she said to the pair waiting outside. She stepped out of the way, as they rushed in.

Taking a deep breath, she held her head high and made her way back to the party. She tried to ignore Tom behind her. She knew he was eager to talk to her, to ask her why it was a mistake, to figure out what happens now; but she wasn’t. The sooner she could forget their encounter, the better.

Upon entering the living room, she spotted Kat. She saw her eyes light up at her appearance, a cheeky grin spreading across her face and excitement visibly bubbling. Excusing herself, she came bounding over.

“So, you and Tom, eh?” she asked, nudging her in the ribs.

“For like five seconds, yeah – and then I found my dignity.”

“Oh shut up and give me details. It’s about time you two hooked up. Tell me everything.”

Her mind wandered back to the bathroom. She recalled his face buried in her neck, writhing in his grasp, skin burning everywhere he touched her. She remembered the pleasure she felt with his lips pressed against her thigh, creeping higher and higher.

Feeling very hot, blushing all the way to the tips of her ears, she kicked herself mentally. You need to get a grip.

“I need alcohol,” was all she told her friend.

*

Two hours and many shots of vodka later, she was standing on the coffee table, singing off key, dancing to her own beat. She was very drunk.

Most of the guests had left already, the final stragglers wishing Kat and Haz farewell. Tom was busy cleaning up, collecting cups and empty plates into a trash bag. He couldn’t help looking at her now; he hadn’t been able to help stealing glances in her direction all night. Since she had left him hanging earlier, he didn’t know what he felt. The proud, stubborn part of him was mad at her. Maybe it was a mistake. I don’t know what I was thinking. Although there was another part of him that was sorry they didn’t get to finish. Man, the way she said my name.

He shook himself out of his thoughts, forgetting her soft skin and sultry moans. Kat and Haz walked in, it was just the four of them now. They both looked at her and Tom and exchanged a look.

“It’s late, we should sleep. Let’s clean up tomorrow,” Haz said to Tom.

“Yeah, I’m beat,” Kat agreed.

“No, no, no, I’m not tired!”

The three of them turned to see her teetering at the edge of the table, swaying unsteadily in her heels.

“Someone should get her.”

“I love her, but I’m so sleepy right now,” Kat groaned, draping herself over Haz’s shoulder.

“Come on, love, I’ll put you to bed,” he smiled down at her.

“Tom, are you okay to put her to bed?” he indicated the other girl, now mumbling incoherent lyrics.

With a sigh, he nodded.

“Yeah, you two go to bed. I’ll take care of her.”

“Great.”

They bid him goodnight and left.

He sighed again, putting the trash bag on the floor and turning the music off.

“Hey!” she cried.

“It’s time to go to bed, darling.”

“No, Tommy, I wanna dance some more,” she lifted one foot and tried to do a pirouette. However, completely lacking any stability at this point, she lost her balance. He darted to her side. Too stunned to make any noise, she toppled straight into his waiting arms.

“That was close! You’re my hero, Tommy.”

She leaned into his chest, inhaling deeply.

“You smell so nice,” she crooned.

“Okay, you are really off your face right now, aren’t you?” he asked, supporting her as she went limp.

“I’m thirsty.”

“Alright, let’s get you some water,” he said, holding her up and guiding her to the kitchen.

Pouring her a glass of chilled water, he handed it to her. She raised it to her mouth, but in her intoxicated state, half the liquid spilled down her chest.

“Oh, that’s cold!” she giggled.

“Great, now you gotta change. Honestly, darling,” he grumbled.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and walked her to his bedroom. He sat her on the edge of his bed and went to his wardrobe. He chose a sweater at random.

She was lying on her back, legs still on the ground. Her eyes were closed and she was humming a tune only she knew. There was a goofy smile on her face. She was quite adorable.

“Up you get, darling,” he pulled her back onto her feet.

There was no way she would be able to change herself, so he took it upon himself to undress her for the second time that night.

She giggled again.

“Do you wanna kiss me, Tommy?”

“We already tried that, love, didn’t work out too well,” he replied.

“Aw, that’s too bad. I wanna kiss you.”

He pulled her arms through each sleeve, ignoring her.

“There,” he said, checking her over. His jumper hung loose on her small frame, it reached halfway down her thighs and her hands were engulfed in the sleeves.

She yawned, covering her mouth with a sweater paw.

“Seems you’re tired after all, darling,” he pulled back the covers. It would be easier to allow her to sleep in here, and he take the guest room instead.

“I like when you call me ‘darling’.”

“Come lie down,” he smiled. She lay down and snuggled in as he tucked the covers around her. Leaning over her already, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Will you sleep here? Next to me?” she gazed up at him through drooping eyelids.

He paused, considering her request. Then he kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto the bed beside her.

He wriggled under the covers and she shimmied back against him. He spooned her, folding a strong arm around her stomach. Her hair tickled his cheek, and he huffed, blowing it away. He liked the way she felt, nestled into his chest, legs entwined with his. He could get used to this.

“Goodnight, Tommy.”

“Goodnight, darling.”

They settled in. He waited for her breathing to become even before he too, fell sound asleep.  


Tagging: @tommysdarlin @lionfart @bisexualmomfriend @girlwith100names @jjgirl4797 @spideyontherun @unfoxs @oswald-1998 @settlebackeasy @spideytomsbutt @spxderman-s

Wrong Loves My Company Finale

A/N: THIS IS 7000 WORDS LONG, WTH! Hi babes, I know this took far too long but it’s here now. I was actually crying earlier thinking about how this is the ending, the final chapter, the last part. Thus far this is my favorite fic I have written. I wanted to thank @writing-obrien for helping me soooo much with this series. She’s always there when I need to bounce around ideas or get motivated or just talk. She is my best friend and I love her and this series would be nothing without her. I also wanted to thank everyone that has read this and loved it! I’m so grateful for you ! I think that all I have to say so thank you so much, I love you so much okay? bye !

Warning: Uhhhhh it wouldn’t be an ending without some smut right? There’s also so alcohol use so yeah.

Word Count: 7867

Parts 1-6: [Here]

Originally posted by daily-obrien

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Don’t make Daddy jealous

I’m going to hell because of this…and I need to bath in holy water

Reader x Christian Yu

Type: smut

Warnings: swearing, rough play, daddy kink

Words count: 2966

Summary: You had to go to your bff bday party instead of spending time with your boyfriend, but the night won’t be as boring as you thought when you’re noticing Christian stalking you in the distance [cannot believe that his pic is totally fitting into this story]


- Christian I can’t go today I told you I have to go to Silvia’s birthday party, I promised her last week.

- Ahh I cannot believe this, finally I’m free a bit but I can’t see you, I really miss you baby girl… - he was whining in the phone and it seems he was grumpy too.

- I promise I will call you after I get back home, okay? I miss you too Christian so so much but I can’t skip this party.

- Okay, you promised me, don’t forget what you said! There will be guys too? – yes, he was definitely whining.

- Of course there will be, we’re going to a club, so …

- Jesus…to where? Fuck… don’t you dare to flirt with someone or let some fucktards to dance with you or or anything… ha?!

- Christian please chill a bit, it’s a lil’ party nothing serious and why would I flirt or dance with another guy when I’ve a smokin’ hot boyfriend?

- Smokin’ hot? Aye babe… he’s definitely lucky for having such a great girl like you!

- Honey I gotta go, I’ll call you when the party is over!

- Take care of yourself or I’m gonna kick your sexy butt!

- You idjit, I will, I love you!


To be honest the last thing you wanted to do is to go to a party, getting drunk and whoosh dumbass guys away, but it was your best friend’s party and you had no other choice. The club was pretty fancy and the VIP section was all your crew’s for tonight. Your bestie was mega-happy and already drunk after half an hour. Not to be a partypooper you also cheered for yourself in your mind and you went to get some drinks. After four gintonics you definitely started to feel the party. However your phone started to buzz and you saw the worried texts from Christian. Trying not to mess up you txted back that you’re fine and stop worrying about you. But it turned out you misspelled your sentences and of course Christian noticed that you’re drunk.

- Y/N, put the fuck down that phone you bitch and come dance with me – Silvia, your bestie yelled at you and rushed you to the dance floor.

After an exhausting hour you two were still dancing and felt like there’s no tomorrow. Especially when you started to dance on the table and singing like true party-queens. Your hair was a mess, your tight black mini-dress was way too up as it should be and also your black lace bra showing a little. Then there was the moment when you noticed Christian in a dark corner with his friends and with a glass of whiskey in his hands. You got caught, you fuckin’ got caught…

- Silv, Christian is here, and I think he’s gonna kill me, don’t look there but he’s sitting in the corner with a couple of his friends and he saw me – you yelled into your friend’s ear.

- Goddammit honey, then we should put on a more heated show than before, you should play with him and I guarantee your night will be hotter than this party – she shouted back to you.

- Are you crazy?! He’s gonna kill me, you can’t imagine how pissed off he will be…

- That’s more fun, trust me and show him that you are the sexiest hoe in this club, shake that booty honey!!!

So you decided to play. You got off of the table and poured another shot. And went to a more crowded area, but you still saw Christian in this distance. From this point the game finally began. There were two guys who were watching you all night with hungry eyes and when you smiled at them they got closer in an instant. They looked really good and they weren’t bad dancers. Now all you had to do was wait to Christian noticing this whole mess. But you knew he was watching you from the start and had to control himself. The bad thing is that you wanted him to lose control and make a move. So you let the two hottie to get closer than should be. When one of them put his hands on your waist and the other was definitely wanted to kiss you here and there, you caught Christian’s death glare and saw him rushing towards you in the crowd.

- You think it’s funny? What the fuck are you doing? Are you playing a game? You two get the fuck outta here until I beat your asses – he was way too mad, but also way too sexy.

He grabbed your wrist and walked you out from the club. When you stared back you saw Silvia sending thumbs-up in the air.

- This silly idiot… tomorrow I have to tell her everything… - you giggled.

While you were waiting for the taxi, you tried to save your ass a bit.

- Christian, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you mad, I drank too much and wasn’t in the right mind.

He turned his head, still grabbing your wrist strong, and whispered in you ear:

- You did this on purpose baby girl, both of us know this and pray for God to be gracious with you from now on, coz when we finally get home I’m gonna fuck you until the sun comes up.

You got chills. And your whole body got goosebumps too. Plus you felt that guilty pleasure climbing up in your core.

- Christian this is bullshit I didn’t…

- Shut up, just shut up baby girl don’t make the things worse, no fuckin’ words until we get home!

So you didn’t say anything until you two got home…


The stairway was dark and quiet, you barely see anything but somehow you managed to get into your apartment. The second part of the game started.

- Christian are you still mad? Please don’t misunderstand this whole situation I was just… partying, those guys didn’t mean anything to me, I didn’t even know them… - you started innocently when he pushed you to the wall, grabbed your wrists and put them above your head.

- Oh stop talking nonsense Y/N, and better stop with this fairytale story too, now you should start thinking how you gonna redeem this mess… - his gaze was no joke that lustfilled eyes didn’t guarantee mercy and he was close. Too close to you, pushing to the wall with all of his weight. And he smelt so good. His fragrance always killed you and you could differentiate this smell from thousands of other parfums. It was his, only his. You decided to play another card.

- Please don’t be mad at me, I will do anything daddy… - you bited your lips and looked into his eyes.

- You lil’ shit… - he kissed you roughly, grabbing your hair with one hand while with the another he was still holding your wrists firmly.

- Daddy is fuckin’ so pissed right now baby, you teased me a lot… - his mouth was all over on you, started from your neck, down to your collarbones and now between your breasts. He let go your wrists, squeezing your butt with both of his hands. You can’t help but let out a moan.

- Christian, please… I want you so badly.

- Oh really? Those two can’t fuck you that good like me, ha? – he didn’t wait for your response when he kissed you again and pulled down the zip on your dress. You were also in a rush unbuttoning his shirt, touching his bare chest, his tattoos, his arms down to his abs until you found his belt and unbuckled it. After that you unbuttoned his pants too, letting it fall while he took off your bra and your panties, a nipple went straight into his mouth, sucking it passionately and caresses the other with his hand, drawing circles and pulling it until both of them were hard. You were a moaning mess, your fingers were digging in his hair wanting more and more.

- Daaad enough, please it’s too much, I can’t… I can’t… - you whined.

- Enough?! Oh honey look, we’re still in the hall, and I didn’t even touch you there yet… hands up like before! – he ordered and you put up your arms. He grabbed your wrists again with one hand, and the another started to wondering between your thights. He kissed you again, biting and sucking on your bottom lip, his tongue twirling everywhere until you moaned into his mouth.

- Baby girl, you’re so wet for me, you’re dripping – he said it teasingly while his fingers went up and down on your folds at a really slow pace. His eyes never lost contact with yours and seeing his wanting-gaze turned you on more.

- Tell me how much you want me baby girl, tell daddy how much you want his cock inside your dripping pussy – his voice was deep and raspy, and his fingers started to move faster and faster on your clit.

- Fuck Christian… I want you, please… I want you inside me, please daddy fuck me I’ll be a good girl just fuck me for the fuck’s sake… - you were in daze, your whole body was about to explode.

- Mmm… my baby you want me this badly? Well, I told you I’m gonna fuck you until the sun comes up… - he inserted a finger into you, and you just moaned into his neck grabbing his hair.

- Ah Y/N you’re so fuckin’ wet – he pumped his finger in and out at a slow pace, adding another digit and catching up a quick speed.

- Maybe I should taste why are you this wet? Am I this good babe? Tell me… - he purred into your ear sending chills down your body.

- Christian please… I can’t take this anymore, it feels good, it feels sooo good – you mewled.

- Oh no no, the morning is still a bit far away darlin’ you have to bare with me a little more – he smirked at you, letting go of your hands and kneeled down in front of you closing his mouth on your wetness. He was licking your folds up and down, finding your clit and sucking on it while his fingers were pumping in and out. He was always eating you out like a dessert, enjoying it so much.

- Daaad I really can’t take it anymore I’m gonna cum… - you arched your back and moaning loudly.

- Then cum for me babe, moan for me until the neighbors will come over.

This pushed you over the edge, your orgasm washed everything away, you screamed out his name, cursing out loud, while he was still fingering you and licking your pussy until your last pleasure wave ended.

- That’s my baby girl – he kissed you with his plumped lips letting you taste yourself. You hooked your legs around his hips and he took you in the bedroom and dropped you on the bed. You sat up immediately, watching him taking off his boxers. He was so hard and sexy as fuck, you gulped and licked your lips while he started to jerk himself up more, his fingers running slowly on his length, looking deeply into your eyes. Without any words he moved closer to you, touching your lips with his throbbing cock. You wanted to suck him badly, you were literally drooling.

- Aye, babe you want me this much? – he let his tip into your mouth. You started to lick him, twirling your tongue around him, earning a hiss.

- Christian, please I want you in my mouth… don’t do this to me – you begged him with no shame.

- Mm you were so so bad to me today babe, what should I do with you, ha? – he kissed you with passion, gathering your hair into a ponytail. And he put his cock in your mouth. He started to roll his hips, moving his member in and out while his hand was holding your hair. He tasted so good, your mouth was full with him. You had no control in your movements he was harsh, fucking your mouth mercilessly almost choking on him but you didn’t mind, you were still burning for him, your pussy aching for some skinship. Also his deep moans turned you on more, seeing his wavering abs, his sweaty chest and arms made your womanhood even more wet.

- Fuck, baby girl you’re so good, but I can’t take this anymore – he clenched his teeth, moving out quickly, really close to cum but he didn’t… he was testing his limits.

- Turn around honey, turn around for daddy – he said, and you did as he told.

His cock was eager to find your entrance, pushing it deeply into your core, stretching you out and fill you completely.

- Shit, babe you’re so tight and wet for me, you feel so good – he was pounding into you roughly, one hand on your waist and one hand pulling your hair. You can’t help but moan with all your heart, shouting out his name over and over.

- Fuck Y/N, if you continue this loud mess I can’t hold myself back for too long – but you also couldn’t hold back yourself, his thrusts were getting deeper and deeper bringing your next orgasm close. You arched your back, grabbing his thights, while he was covering your mouth and started to rub your clit.

- Ah babe I’m so close, fuck I can’t hold back, you’re so wet, I wanna cum all over on your tits baby girl – his husky voice filled your ear pushing towards your edge, when he took out himself, turned you around and came on your breasts. He spreaded his cum with his cock on your nipples, putting his thumb into your mouth and you sucked it while watched his rosy and sweaty face.

- I’m sorry baby, I didn’t plan this way, maybe I need some fuel to refill my energy – he went to your drawer getting some wet tissues.

- You know Y/N, you look utterly sexy like this – he was wiping up the mess, after that he kissed you softly, carressing your hair.

- But my girl didn’t get everything before because of me, come on princess spread those legs for daddy – he went down on you but he was much more softer and sensual this time.

You put your feet on his shoulders, spreading your legs allowing him to eat you out again. He loved licking your pussy in every way possible, your moans fuelled him as his tongue got faster on your clit.

- Cum for me honey, I wanna hear you scream – you didn’t know how you always managed to cum to his order but with Christian everything was possible. He held your waist in place, still sucking on your wetness until you ride out your high.

- Good girl, but I’m afraid I can’t let you sleep yet – you looked down and it seemed he refilled that energy somewhere already.

He moved you to the center of the bed, laying you down and hovering over you. He kissed your lips, and slipped into you slowly. You bit your lips from the overpowering sensation, your womanhood was totally destroyed by him. However you loved the feeling when you were full with him, feeling every inch of him inside of you.

He looked into your eyes with love, quiet moans coming from his mouth. His forehead was on yours, when you kissed him and dig in his hair. He was moving at a stable pace, adding deep thrusts frequently. You were so in love with this sensual Christian, the only goal of his was to please you no matter what. He started to massage your clit, giving sloppy kisses on your neck and you felt you’re getting closer and closer again. You were holding onto his shoulders tight, your nails digging into his skin probably causing bruises because of the overhelming stimulation. He quickened his movements to catch up with you.

- Christian, I’m… I’m coming… oh God you feel so good…, fuck Christian… - you tightened your walls around him, pushing him over the edge, while you also felt your pulsating orgasm giving you nothing but trembling thighs and body. You screamed out his name, your hand clenched with his until he collapsed on you breathing heavily and pulled himself out of you. You kissed his head, carressing his back and he tried to catch his breath rolling to the side.

- Y/N this was so fuckin’ good, I love you baby girl.

- I love you too Christian. But to be honest you destroyed my pussy, so no woohoo at least for a week.

- Are you serious?! – he popped up from the bed quickly and looked at you with puppy eyes.

- You bastard I only mean sex to you, ha?! – you kicked towards him jokingly.

- Slow down, lil’ girl I’m gonna hug you to death and cuddle you until you fall asleep, but before lemme close the curtains it’s already too bright outside – he raised his eyebrow and winked at you.

With your last drop of energy you threw a pillow towards him.

Sweet Dreams (6)

Rating: T

Pair: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook (poly relationship)
Word count: 1,036

Part one ; Part two ; Part three ; Part four ; Part five ; Part seven ; Part eight ; Part nine ; Part ten ; Part eleven

Gif found on Google

It was a few days before you’d heard back from anyone from the group. When you finally did, it was Jungkook that texted you, asking if he could stop by to talk to you about what was going to happen. You weren’t really that nervous about it until you’d asked if Taehyung was going to be coming too, and Jungkook skirted around it.

He arrived not very long after, and your worry got the best of you. “Kookie why isn’t Tae coming over? Is he busy?”

Jungkook’s smile from seeing you fell, his eyes quickly averting away from you. “He’s….less than happy right now. I’m just going to give him some time.”

You frowned and sighed. You really didn’t like to hear about him being upset, but seeing as Jungkook didn’t seem to want to go into it, you decided to move on. “So what exactly are they going to do about us?”

His eyes turned back to you and he bit his lip for a moment. “We’re going to confirm that we’re dating so we can be open about it,” he said, stepping from foot to foot.

You were confused about it, to say the least. “I don’t understand, then why is he upset? Shouldn’t he be happy about this?” you asked, brow furrowed.

Jungkook looked back to you before sighing. “No noona, just the two of us would be confirming. The media will think hyung introduced us and we started dating.”

You nodded slowly as it clicked. That’s why he’s upset. He probably had always thought that when the fans could know about you, he’d be able to walk down the streets holding your hand. Instead, you could go out in public but holding Jungkook’s hand.

You looked at the boy in front of you, sighing. “I’ll try to talk to him soon. Maybe I can help him feel better,” you asked, watching as Jungkook nodded understandingly. 


 It wasn’t until you came over to the dorm for the first time that you got to see Taehyung again. Part of you had expected to be crushed in a hug as soon as you walked in, but it didn’t happen. You were instead met with mass greetings from everyone. You were also hoping you’d get to sit with both your boyfriends, but the only spot available was next to Jungkook on the end of the couch.

As you sat down, you tried to match faces with names for all the guys around the room. On the other side of Jungkook sat Namjoon. On the love seat facing away from the door was Taehyung, sat next to a visibly happy Hoseok. Then, on the love seat across from them sat Jin and Yoongi, with Jimin sitting half on Yoongi’s lap, half between the two. 

It didn’t take long for the eight of you to start talking. Basically just chatting about anything that came to mind. 

Shortly into it, Taehyung excused himself to the kitchen to get himself something to drink. You got up and excused yourself, following him. You vaguely heard Yoongi behind you mumble “Bout time”

When you walked in, Taehyung was at the sink, his once again full cup next to him. “Tae?” you asked.

He jumped, startled, and turned around to look at you. “Y/N…it’s you,“ he said quietly.

You nodded and walked over, standing close to him. “It’s me, your girlfriend who you’ve been avoiding since I got here. I thought you’d be excited that I finally got to come to the dorm?” you asked, a bit hurt by his attitude.

He frowned and looked away. “As far as anyone knows, you’re only dating Jungkookie…” he mumbled, evidently upset.

You frowned as well, taking his large hand in yours. “Yes, we’re dating each other, but we’re also dating you. I love you Tae, and I’m sure Jungkook does too. We don’t want you to be distant, especially during the only time we get to act like a couple.” you said, lifting his hand and kissing his palm.

Taehyung looked down at you for a moment before kissing your temple, smiling. “You’re right. At least we have now. And now we can go out in public, me, you and Jungkookie.” he said, giving you a boxy grin.

You opened your mouth to speak but stopped when you heard a voice from the door. “Is everything okay?” Jungkook asked, stepping in a bit more, smiling hopefully at the two of you.

You smiled back and walked to him, turning to look at Taehyung. “We talked through things. Everything should be good now.”

Taehyung walked over and hugged you both, nuzzling into Jungkook’s hair. “I love you both so much…” he whispered.

You grinned and kissed his jaw, Jungkook smiling shyly. “Shouldn’t we head back out? They’re probably waiting for us,” he said.

The brunette pouted at the youngest. “Do we have to? I like where we are now.”

You looked at Jungkook before shrugging. “I mean, we could always excuse ourselves to one of your rooms. Or we could go to my apartment.” you offered.

Taehyung seemed to think for a moment. “We should go to Kookie’s room, he has the comfiest bed.” he said, playing with the hair on the back of the maknae’s head.

You nodded and took Jungkook’s arm, looking at him. “Lead the way then, Kookie.” you said with a small smile.

Jungkook nodded and led the way, the three of you stopping in the living room, Taehyung telling them that he was "going to Jungkook’s room to spend time with his partners and there’s nothing anyone can say to convince him otherwise” before going down the hall to Jungkook’s room.

When you got into the room, you immediately flopped on the bed, groaning. “I feel so much better now that we finally talked through this..” you mumbled.

Taehyung flopped down next to you, Jungkook climbing in on the other side. “The struggles of dating two male idols, huh?” the brunette asked, nuzzling into your neck, a hand moving to your hip.

Jungkook smiled and set his head on your other shoulder, his arm sneaking around your waist. “But it’s okay noona. Everything will work out right? Neither of us are going anywhere.”

You relaxed and sighed, playing with both of their hair. You really wouldn’t have it any other way.

We’ve had a ‘I’ve been crushing on you for some time and I need to feel what it’s like to kiss you now before I take my next breath’ kiss

then a ‘You’re super-cute for walking me home and you give me the best ideas’ kiss

and then a ‘you don’t really have to be here for my sister’s baby shower, but i know you are for me and i love you for it’ peck

then a ‘i’m so overwhelmed that you believed in me when no one else would and i’m so grateful’ kiss which is also a ‘we’ve been together for 2 episodes now so its time for a semi-passionate make-out with mouths open’ kiss

and finally a ‘we’re alone in your room and sitting almost on top of each other, and getting all touchy-feely (is that my hand running across your thigh?, holy shit) and i finally feel bold enough to ask for a kiss and you’re not mad I did, you leaned in right away and we were gonna turn this into an intense make-out sesh if it hadn’t been for your cockblocking mama’ kiss

Now i want a ‘i’ve been hiding this part of me from you because i was scared and i’m dark and twisty and afraid of being judged but now my walls are finally down and i’m letting you in completely, and i need to demonstrate these intense feelings that i have for you in the only way I know how by a no-holds-barred, going all in, passionate liplock that is as emotional as it is hot and heavy’ kiss 

Daniel || Cupcakes & Confessions

Genre: Fluff

Originally posted by seouldreams14

You entered the bakery shop, the bell at the top of the door ringing. As you stepped foot inside the bakery, the smell of cake filled your nostrils, making your stomach growl from how hungry you are.

You approached the counter, spotting the familiar pink haired male that you see every time you come here. 

“Hey, Y/N! What would you like today?” Daniel asks, the same bright smile, that didn’t fail to make your heart flutter, appearing on his face. You stared up at the menu above Daniel’s head, looking at the many desserts that you haven’t tried before. As you saw a dessert you found interesting, you opened your mouth to speak.

“Uh, a chocolate cupcake would be nice.” You tell him. He punches your order in on the screen in front of him, humming a tune to a song as he did so.

“Will that be it?” He asks, looking up at you. You felt yourself blush as he stared at you with his dark brown eyes. You look down at the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with him as you played with the hem of your shirt. You nod your head slowly as a response to his question.

“Okay, that’ll be $2.” He tells you. You pull out your wallet and fish through it before pulling out $2. You shyly hand it to him, still facing the ground. He chuckled deeply at how cute and shy you were before putting the money in the cash register and telling you that your cupcake will be ready shortly.

“Th-thank you.” You mutter quickly before turning around and trying to find a place to sit at.

As you were waiting patiently for your cupcake at your seat, you couldn’t help but stare at Daniel as he was taking an elderly woman’s order. ‘He looks so cute.’ You thought to yourself, placing a hand on your heart as you felt it pounding hard against your chest.

You watched as the elderly woman walked away, and you saw Daniel standing behind the counter, puffing his cheeks out and tapping his fingers on the countertop.

As you were staring at him, he looked at you. You jumped in surprise, your face turning pink as he smiled at you. ‘No don’t smile at me, you pink haired dork.’ You thought.

Luckily, Daniel walked to the back room, which broke your guys’s awkward eye contact. You slapped yourself on the forehead for being an idiot for staring too long at him.

Though it didn’t last long until he came back, holding a small white box. He rang the bell that was on the counter. “Y/N, your cupcake is here!” He exclaimed, showing off his cute toothy smile. You stood up and made your way to the counter, grabbing the box and bowing down.

“Thank you.” You said quietly, your cheeks warming up as he stared at you once again. 

“Y/N?” Daniel says in a sudden quiet voice. You look up at him, noticing that he’s the one staring down at the floor now. He bit his lip nervously before staring back up at you.

“We’ve known each other for a while now. And the only time we ever see each other is when you come to the bakery.” He trails off, fiddling with his fingers, before speaking up again. “I just wanted to know, if, you know…”

He paused for a moment. You raise an eyebrow, feeling anxious about what he is about to say. You nod your head, signaling him to continue his sentence.

“I wanted to know if you would like to go out sometime?” He finally confesses.

At this moment, you could feel your heart stopping. ‘D-did he just confess to me?!’ You thought. Your cheeks grew warm and you swear your face is super red right now. You had no idea that the guy you’ve liked for such a long time actually likes you back. You just wanted to die happy.

You nod your head frantically. “Yes! I would love to go out with you, Daniel.”

He widens his eyes, his cheeks turning the same pink color as his hair. “R-really?! I mean… really?”

You giggle. “Yes, really!”

He smiles widely before walking around the counter, grabbing the box that your cupcake was in and setting it on the countertop, before giving you a big, tight hug. Everyone in the bakery was watching as you guys, awe-ing and enjoying the sight of you two hugging.

“Daniel, we’re in public.” You whine over his shoulder, blushing furiously as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I don’t care. Let everyone see my girlfriend and I hugging.” 

Your heart started beating extremely fast as he just called you his girlfriend.

“Girlfriend? You never asked me to be your girlfriend.” You said with a smirk.

He pulled back from the hug, which made you a bit sad, before he grinned and said, “Y/N, will you be my lovely girlfriend?”

You blush and smile at him. “Yes, Daniel, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

“Yesss!!!” Daniel exclaims before lifting you up and twirling you around. He gives you a wet kiss on the cheek, making you giggle, before setting you down on the floor. Daniel opened his mouth to speak.

“Now I have everything I’ve ever wanted, right here in my arms. And also in this bakery.”

What Does That Mean?

Simon knows that they’re talking about him. He just can’t understand what they’re saying, so he decides to confront Baz about it.

As always a big thanks to @eroticgropefest for being an amazing beta <3

For the @carry-on-bday-2017


I’m waiting for our last class of the day to start when I hear him again speaking the language. After all these years I still don’t know what language it is, I just know that I like listening to it.

Every now and then, Baz glances at me with his eyebrow raised. I think he must be plotting, and he’s only speaking like that so that I don’t understand him. So sometimes I don’t look away; I just stare right back at him to let him know that I’m onto him. We silently battle like that, staring at each other. Like now. And I’m determined to not look away first this time, so I keep staring into his deep grey eyes as he keeps speaking to Dev in a low tone. I really wish I could understand what they’re talking about.

Our eye contact is broken when Miss Possibelf enters the room. Baz immediately looks away and turns his back to me to pay attention to class. What a tosser.

Later, as I’m walking behind them on the way to the Mummers house I keep my distance, but when I enter the building I start to climb the stairs two at a time to get closer to them. I want to see if I can hear what they are saying. I notice that they’re talking again in that bloody language–this is really annoying. How am I supposed to figure out what they’re plotting if they’re always speaking like that? To make things worse, when Dev is about to close his bedroom door he sees me climbing the stairs right behind them so he half shouts to Baz, who is still ahead of me climbing the last flight of stairs to our bedroom, “han er besatt av deg.”

“Hva?” Baz shouts from the top of stairs.

“Jeg er ikke dum, Simon stirrer alltid på deg!”

It’s really frustrating not knowing what they are talking about; I had already passed Dev when I suddenly stop and glance back at him, only to see him already closing his door. He said my name. Now I really want to know what they were talking about so I rush to climb the last steps and storm into our bedroom.

“What did Dev just say?” I ask, crossing the room to stand in front of Baz. When I’m just one step away from him I add, ”what language is that?”

Baz arches his eyebrow at me and finally answers in a tone that indicates this should be obvious, and I was supposed to know the answer. “It’s Norwegian.”

“You don’t have to be such a prick about it. How was I supposed to know that?”

“Beklager,” he says, avoiding my eyes.

Now he’s really just fucking with me, saying those things to me, knowing that I can’t understand him. I bet he just called me an idiot. “You didn’t answer my other question,” I insist, already starting to feel annoyed, and I try to calm down my magic.

He shrugs and starts to turn into the direction of his bed; I grab his arm to stop him. “What did he fucking said about me?”

Baz looks down at my hand still around his arm and then he looks at me again with a calculated expression and says, “liker du meg?”

“No, I’m not taking my hand off until you answer me!” I growl. I have no idea about what he just said but I can feel my magic building up. Baz is just fucking with me, and even though I like the way the words coming out of his mouth sound it’s really pissing me off.

“Jeg vil fortelle deg alt…”

I move closer to him. “I can’t understand shit, Baz.”

“Sannheten er…” he starts and he looks at me like he just decided to plot something right in front of me. “Jeg elsker deg,” he says angrily at me.

“What does that mean!” I half shout in his face. As I say it I feel my magic pouring out of me and into my words.

“Jeg elsker deg, idiot,” he says slightly shaking his head and not meeting my eyes. He pulls his arm away from my grip and turns his back to me. But suddenly in my head I know what he just said. I can still listen to him in Norwegian but in my head it’s like I have an automatic dictionary and I can understand what it means. Baz just told me he’s in love with me. Fuck.

He must think I’m still clueless because he continues speaking and in my head I can now translate everything perfectly.

“I’m hopelessly in love with you,” Baz says, and holy shit is this really real? He continues as he puts his pillows against the bedframe with his back to mine, “I know you hate me, but I’ve always wondered what you would do… if I kissed you. Would you go off on me or would you just punch me? Probably both,” he says as he angrily throws one pillow against the other.

I stare at his back. Does Baz really think that? I know I’ve said it, but it’s not true. Granted, he’s a complete git to me, but hate him? “Baz… I don’t hate you,” I blurt out without thinking. I just don’t want him to think that. When he lets the other pillow he was holding fall into the bed and freezes I realize my mistake.

“What did you just say?”

“You heard me.”

“Yeah, but how did you know what I was saying? Bloody hell, you just made a spell out of nowhere again, didn’t you?”

I shrug at him; Baz is too smart; I’m not surprised he immediately realized what happened.

“How much of what I just said did you understand?” he asks cautiously, looking back at me again.

I know what he’s afraid, but he shouldn’t be. After what he just told me, I can’t stop thinking about him wanting to kiss me, about how his lips would feel against mine.

I take a step forward so that I’m standing in front of him again and I lean closer. All I can think about is kissing Baz right now. It’s all about him in my head.

I put both my hands around his face and I bring my lips to his. His lips are cold against mine, but they are also soft, so soft. I tilt my head to one side and he opens his mouth to me, so I deepen the kiss. His mouth is cold and hot at the same time and it feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

When we finally stop to breath I whisper, “can you teach me?”

“Hmm?”

“To speak Norwegian.”

He looks at me curiously. “Why?”

“Because I like how it sounds…” I start to blush before I continue, ”I like how you sound when you speak it.” I can’t believe I just admitted that to him, but Baz blushing because of something that I just said is my new favorite thing.

“Okay,” he says, blushing, then he gives me a slow kiss on my cheek. I close my eyes when he starts to make a slow path of kisses down my neck. “But it will take time… Dev’s mom is from Oslo so we learned it when we were kids.”

“I have time,” I say stupidly. I can’t focus when he’s so close to me kissing me all over.

“Okay then,“ He says as he closes the space between us once again and puts his hand on my hair. It feels so good to have him this close to me, to have him kiss me.

I wonder how long I’ve wanted this. I’d say that I’ve never thought about this before but there’s a list of things in my head that I want to do to Baz so I’d be lying. I wonder how long he’s wanted this… I thought he was plotting about me this whole time. Maybe he was. I don’t know. But for now, I’d rather just focus on his hands travelling all over my body, on his mouth on mine, and on his lips demanding my attention.


Meaning of norwegian phrases:

Han er besatt av deg = he is obsessed with you; hva = what; Jeg er ikke dum= I’m not stupid; simon stirrer alltid på deg= Simon is always staring at you; Beklager = sorry; Jeg vil fortelle deg alt= I want to tell you everything; sannheten er= the truth is; Jeg elsker deg idiot = I love you, idiot.


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anonymous asked:

27 for shakarian

27. Accidentally Sleeping In.

Alright guys, I apologize but this got WAY more smutty than I intended it to lmao. Sorry if this wasn’t what you were expecting but I hope you enjoy it still XD

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“Uh, good morning you two. Did you forget about the little meeting with the Council today? The little meeting in oh… 20 minutes on the other side of the Citadel?” Joker’s cool yet slightly condescending voice boomed above them in Shepard’s quarters, pulling them from their comfortable slumber. 

Shepard jump immediately as he spoke around them, sending the blankets flying in every direction. Garrus just lay with that oh so familiar look on his face, letting her know he was smiling. She jump from the bed frantically tucking her messy hair behind her ears searching the room for her clothing. She was butt ass naked running around in a half sleeping state. It sure was sight Garrus enjoyed seeing. He would have loved it even if it wasn’t funny to see her running around aimlessly making a mess of her cabin. 

Letting out a small chuckle he slid up the bed placing his long taloned hands behind his fringe, eyeing her affectionally. There was something so beautiful about her… Even now when she was cursing under her breath in every language she knew. Some of the words he couldn’t even understand, but he knew she would be cursing all the same. He knew that same bitching, moaning and complaining would continue the entire way to the meeting. That was just one of the reasons he loved her…

“God damn it, Vakarian will you wipe that smug ass grin off your face and help me find my bra?” Shepard sounded annoyed, but the look she sent him proved otherwise. That look proved she was his now, like she had been for the last couple years.

“What? And stop you from having so much fun destroying your room?” His soft purr ran through her like a cold chill on a warm day. “Why don’t you come look over here? I think I saw something…” 

Shepard stopped and pulled her pale lips into a small smile. She let the pile of clothing clinging to her fingers slide from her grip as she slowly walked towards the bed again. Scanning her eyes from his legs that hang slightly off the bed, up to his bare chest noticing the glint in his eyes. Garrus sat in an elegant yet dominating posture, with heavy eyes and mandibles held lightly to his face. Lowering to the bed she crawled leisurely on all fours towards him, until her mouth was only inches from his. 

Leaning even closer she pulled those soft lips to his mouth kissing the cool rigid plating softly as she lower herself onto his hips. “Why so you can seduce me and make me even more late? You know it’s your damn fault I slept in right?” 

“Should I just stop then?” His raspy whisper close to her ear as he slid a long clawed hand up her back, pulling her closer. Hearing the slight breathy sigh that escaped her lips as he watched her close those large emerald eyes and bit her lip.

“That’s just not fair. Using my…” She felt him sliding his mouth to her neck kissing her as lightly as he could muster, hardly able to form words. “weakness… against…m-me.”

She tried listening to that side of her telling her to get going. That the Council would be annoyed if she were late again… But the voice also reminded her how often they started without her. They really didn’t need her did they? No… They’d be okay with out her… Yeah… This is where she should be right now. Pushing her hips down on him harder, she slid her arms around his cowl pressing her lips on his again in an soft airy moan. 

“They could use a little manners don’t you think…” Garrus pulled her into him firmly, feeling ever inch of her soft skin on his cold plates. Sliding his hands to her neck, he buried them deep in her crimson hair, lightly pulling the way she liked. “We could teach them a lesson, you know.” 

“And what lesson might… that be?” Shepard leaned her head back at his grasp, feeling that tingle running over her. “That I’m always… late?” 

“That you have more important things to be doing, but here you are. Helping them. That you’re Commander Shepard of the Normandy. That there is no way you’re going to let them make you get out of bed this early.” Garrus slid a light blue tongue up her chest, as he pushed her forward, moving his own body on top of hers in one solid and smooth motion.

“I don’t think… that’s how this whole thing w-works, Garrus. Also. Not your most… convincing… arguments.” She barely managed to get her words out as she slid a hand to her hair, arching her back at every peck across her collarbones and down her chest. 

“No? Alright. Well either way… You’re not going anywhere. They can wait a few more minutes… Tell them you accidentally overslept. Them them you’re the great Comm-” He purred as he kissed a line down her stomach ending at her hips, feeling her shiver slightly between his hands. 

“Yeah… I’m Commander… Shepard… I accidentally s-s…slee…” Her voice was light and each word she spoke she felt herself giving in more and more at his touch. 

Whatever excuse she would have to make, she could think of it then. Right now, she was busy. Right now, she was just Commander Shepard. And today, she was sleeping in.

Always There

Word Count: 2k
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Description: Here you go, fluff fluff fluff. ♡


She breathed heavily as she instantly flickered her eyes opened. She sat down on her bed and she placed one hand on her chest as she felt her heart was still beating fast. She touched her face with her own hand and she could feel the drying tears stained on her cheeks.

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A Season For Everything

Written for the @spnkinkbingo square: Mpreg. [AO3]

For the purpose of this fic, let’s imagine a world where male pregnancies are fairly rare but not unheard of. This fic has been a long time coming and it got so disgustingly long, I don’t even have an excuse.

Has Dean ever mentioned he hates witches?

He really fucking hates them.

But right now, he also kind of loves them. Because Sam’s hands on his skin feel insanely good and his mouth—god, his mouth.

“This is ridiculous,” Dean manages to pant when Sam backs him against the wall, just barely remembering to kick the motel room door shut behind them. “We’re brothers.”

“Doesn’t feel ridiculous to me,” Sam says between kisses and Dean has to concede that he’s right. The next kiss, complete with a bite to his lip, makes Dean moan embarrassingly loud. The way Sam’s body presses against him definitely helps, too.

He breathes, “Jesus, fuck,” and tilts his head to the side when Sam starts biting along his throat. “Okay, okay, bed.”

Sam hums but it doesn’t look like he’s going to move any time soon. He tugs Dean’s T-shirt up over his head and then sets to work on his belt and fly.

“Sam!”

Sam grunts, “Fine,” and turns them around, holding onto Dean just as tightly as he has been doing, and Dean soon feels the edge of the bed against the back of his knees. He lets himself fall, taking Sam with him and tugging him on top of him. “Jesus, get naked already,” he demands and Sam grins down at him.

He rids himself of his own clothes while Dean wriggles out of his jeans, and they throw it all to the floor in a heap.

Dean has never even had sex with a guy and now he’s about to fuck his brother. How did his day get derailed this fast?

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kayyeh1  asked:

Can you give us the lowdown on the altered backgrounds and personalities if everyone in your reverse realm au? Like what about the villains too? Also why are their elemental powers switched?

First off, I’d like to say “Wow, I’m super psyched that people are interested in RR!” (no, seriously– I can’t say that enough ;u;)
Secondly, I’m gonna admit that I was struggling to figure out how exactly to answer this ask because to explain everything would make for a really long answer and I know when I see long text posts I breeze right by…

With that said, let me start out by sort of explaining what RR actually is: the “Reverse Realm” is the name given to one of the 16 realms in Ninjago. Unlike a lot of the realms we see in the show, the Reverse Realm is more like a parallel universe. Certain events happen differently than canon but the main storyline is the same. Some notable differences include: different elements, Wu being the one to go evil, Morro not dying until the events of season 5, Nia is the older sibling, they went back for echo, ect. Small discrepancies that have a greater effect on the story as time wears on.

As far as the personalities of the characters, this is where its kind of confusing(?)– the personalities of each character is the same as their canon counterparts but their demeanor is reflective of their Element and circumstances (this goes for most of the characters at least).

Notable differences in characters~

Garmadon-
-Total dad. Like, ok, he was never evil so he’s just been dad all his adult life. He knows how to deal with all the emotional stuff (which is good because the reverse ninja are very emotional pff) and give the Good Dad Talks™.

Morro-
-Angsty still, but has the Love™ from his Garmadad. He raised Morro as his own.
-Would die for Lloyd.

Lloyd-
-Still a good bean, but not quite as mature as canon. He hasn’t gone through much trauma so he can be a bit selfish and self-pitying sometimes.
-Actually needs super thick glasses that he hates.

Kole-
-He has a lot of self-confidence and embraces his artsy heritage. He loves song and dance even though he’d rather be a ninja. He doesn’t put himself down or hold himself to super high standards like Cole does. “Try your best and be happy with that.” is his perspective.

Walker-
-Tortured Soul™. Take Jay and give him the burden of knowing people’s thoughts and emotions all his life. As a child, he was “the weird kid” who would stare off blankly into the distance and say random crap like “why do you do this to me…” to nobody. He’s still Jay just constantly stressed and a lot more sensitive (both physically and mentally).
-Worries about the outcome of everything. This is due to the fact he can sort of see into the future– but only what’s most likely based on current events and past precedents (basically like Saphire from Steven Universe? just not as accurate).
-Would die for Nia

Xayn
-Oh boy. He is a good boy ok, but he basically hates himself. He blames himself for everything and feels totally undeserving of anyone’s love. He hates the fact that he hurts so many people around him; the people he loves. It’s not on purpose, of course, but his toxic powers are hard to control so he ends up burning/poisening his teammates sometimes (nothing too serious, but it makes Xayn upset).
-Because of this, he can have a tendency to be a bit cold/distant if he cares a lot about someone.

Kye-
-Still cocky and cringy in the best way possible. However he’s a lot more emotional than Kai and cries a lot. Like a LOT. Cries when he’s sad, angry, happy, in pain, ect. He brushes it off saying it has to do with his Element and it’s just his powers acting up.
-Overall a softer, smaller, emotional version of Kai.
-Would also die for Lloyd.

Nia-
-Big Buff Lady™
-“Shut up, we both know I could bench you.”
-Mom Friend™
-Take Nya and make her the older one who’s actually allowed to be in charge.
-Makes decisions more easily than Nya.
-Sometimes she forgets to look out for herself since she’s so focused on making sure her team has everything they need.
-A little more hot headed, she is Fire after all.
-Would die for Kye.

Echo-
-he has his own answer already

Pixal-
-Sweet and sassy just like canon. She has her own body tho as I have mentioned previously. She is actually stored on a removable disk-type thing and can be moved from Xayn’s head to her body and back easily. Just hit eject!
-Does a good job of taking care of Xayn and helping him to love himself. She’s there for him when he’s at his worst times.

Dareth and his family-
-HOO BOY I NEED A WHOLE POST FOR THIS.

Brad-
-Lloyd’s best friend.
-He went through all of elementary school with Lloyd and still stayed friends with him after his “Tea of Tomorrow Incident”. He occasionally visits the ninja during their downtime.
-He sees all the ninja as older siblings since has none of his own.

Gene-
-Bully to Lloyd (and pretty much everyone) during his childhood.
-Not very important to the story but I thought I’d mention him anyway.

Lou-
-The Royal Blacksmiths are actually a hip hop group.
-This man amazing ok
-he has a lightning bolt earring and wears a black camo headband.
-he still put a lot of pressure on Kole when he was a child to be a great dancer/singer.
-Still rocks that mustach 👌

Ed and Edna-
-Rich Actors
-That kind of rich where you’re so rich you look like you live under a bridge.
-Basically spend all their time doing weird crap like hanging an obstacle course from their tall ceilings or collecting art from Cliff.

Cliff Gordon-
-Walker’s biological father. He gave him to Ed and Edna in hopes he’ll grow up kind like them and have a good life.
-Actual Hipster
-Lives in a scrap yard because “it’s secluded but not as mainstream as a cabin in the woods”.
-Makes money selling scrap but “the true glory is in the art”.
-Basically Dean from The Iron Giant.

Ray and Maya-
-The same? Just elements swapped.
-Maya is more aggressive than Ray I guess… That fire power does it to ya.
-Would also die for Kye
-Would also die for Nia

Pythor and the Serpentine-
-This would probably be best explained in a post about Lloyd’s story…

Chen and Clouse-
-Chen is so over it ok. Basically, take Chen and Clouse’s demeanors and switch them. Clouse is a total butt-kiss and overly excited to serve Chen’s every whim.
Chen: “Oh my god Clouse just stop. Your mouth runs and runs… Open and close all day long– you go on and on about nothing!!”
Clouse: “Oh, yes right away master, I apologize… Would you like me to stop now? Or later? I can stop now if you’d like but I can also stop later or at a predetermined time if you so choose…”

Skylor-
-Kinda chubby
-Ships everything
-Ships herself with Kye but secretly
-Is a real soft sweetheart but taught to be tough and unfeeling by her father.
-Was always nice to Clouse
-Runs the restaurant post S4
-Would go down with all of her ships and you cannot convince her they’re not canon.

Yang-
-Pretty much the same just sassier.

Krux and Acronix-
-Same(?)

Wu-
-Always bitter
-Thinks he knows everything
-Tries but can’t
-He did sacrifice himself for the good of everyone else do I guess that’s some redemption points…

Ronin-
-He’s all talk tbh. He’s like the lame wannabe version of canon Ronin.
-If he met canon Ronin, he’d be his shadow and idolize him. (PFFF I JUST REALIZED HE’D BECOME THE SHADOW OF RONIN IM DYING)
-Would die for no one.

Misako-
-tRaSH
-Only wants to play mom when it’s convenient.
-Garmadon pays her to stay away.

Nadakha-
-Like Nadakhan but female
-For some reason that’s scarier
-Looking for her lost fiance Delaren who happens to look like Kye

Well this is already well over 1k words so I’m gonna have to end it :0 I hope this feeds your curiousity despite the info being so minimal :U

THE ELLEN SHOW: Chapter 17

The Ellen Show Master List

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As my breathing faded out I could faintly hear the buzzing of a phone somewhere, but I ignored it because I was still panting from the pleasure Shawn’s fingers had just provided me.

“Jesus,” I swore breathlessly.

Shawn lips resting on the centre of my chest curled into a smile. Slowly he planted kisses up into my neck and on my jaw, he was inching close to my lips and I turned away with a smile. The past few minutes we had struggled immensely to not kiss on another, it was a greater challenge than expected. The back of Shawn’s neck must have been sore for every time I had the urge to kiss him I had grabbed into the softness of his neck.

“Please never wear lipstick like that again when I see you.” He smiled on my jawbone.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I chuckled.

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Stop Teasing Me~

Stop Teasing me~

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Couple: 707xMC

Rating: M

Spoilers: 707′s good ending, and Secret ending 1 and Secret ending 2

Warning: MC’s name is Min-Suk Park. This was meant to be something…and then it turned to smut.  It’s exploring 707′s sadistic side. But, that’s what happens sometimes right?  This is not dub-con just to let everyone know.

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darcylightinglewis  asked:

If you're still accepting prompts...I've had a shittastic day and could use a pick me up, but I get it if you're busy. If you can, shieldshock, either 6, 12, 17 or 18? (they all look like such fun) <3 Also, surprised I haven't followed you sooner, happy I finally did. :)

hello! welcome to the crazy train. :p and I’m sorry your day was terrible. hopefully this makes it a little bit better.  ❤︎❤︎ (I went with #12, by the way. I’m writing #6 for someone else who requested shieldshock, so check back for that tomorrow!)

i hope you like it! (it’s long.)


Steve was clenching the champagne glass so tight, he was honestly surprised it hadn’t shattered under the pressure. Natasha clearly thought so, too, because she appeared out of nowhere to swipe it out of his hand. Leaning against the bar, she cocked a cool eyebrow at him and mocked, “You know, you could actually talk to her or, better yet, woo her away from her date, rather than settling for scaring everyone away from the bar.” He turned to her, indignant, but she just waved a hand at his face and explained, “You’ve got your Captain America expression on, and you are literally glaring in her direction every thirty seconds. Clint timed it.”

He wanted to protest—that he wasn’t jealous of Darcy’s date, or that he didn’t have a Captain America expression, he didn’t know—but he took one look at Nat’s blank expression and decided against it. She was always a formidable opponent, but when they both knew she was right, there was absolutely no point. She’d wipe the floor with him, grinning her Black Widow smile the entire time.

He huffed. “What do I do, Nat?” He found himself wishing Bucky was there; whereas Steve had always been shit with dames, Bucky would know exactly what to do. But crowds still bothered him on bad days, and he was hidden away somewhere else in the tower.

Natasha laughed. “What you should’ve done, Steve,” she purred, moving in for the kill, “is take Darcy up on any one of the dozen or so dates she’s asked you out on in the last month and a half.” Twirling a lock of hair around her finger, she mused, “With all that rejection, it’s a wonder the girl held out for so long before trying to move on.”

No. There was no way. Steve closed his eyes, wincing. Every interaction they’d had recently was filtered through a new lens: her crestfallen face each time he said no to coffee—there was always an assemble, or a mission to plan, or damn it, he’d just wanted to take her out on a nice date. To prove that he could be worthy of a woman like her. And instead he’d hurt her. Repeatedly.

Nat’s smile widened into a full grin as she watched the realization flicker across his face. “Good,” she said, tone hard. “Now go fix it, and I’ll think about not holding a grudge against you for hurting her.” He went. Not so much because of the threat, though; Natasha was scary, but Darcy was the only thing on his mind at the moment.

Her date was in an animated discussion with Tony about something. Darcy looked mildly interested but not enthralled with the conversation, and Steve couldn’t help the little zing of competitiveness that shot through his gut. I could do better, he thought. I will do better. Cupping her elbow lightly, not enough to pin her in, he leaned close and asked, “Can I borrow you for a second, Darce?”

She looked up, mouth open in surprise. “Steve?” Looking around—toward her date—she said, “Look—”

He cut her off, grimacing. It was rude, but he couldn’t let this continue any longer. “It’s important, Darce, and it can’t wait. Please?” She looked at him, assessing him, for a long moment before nodding.

He led her to one of the balconies—out of sight of the main gathering and generally not known to people who didn’t live in the tower, it was perfect for a private discussion. She followed him silently. But when he opened and closed his mouth several times, not knowing where to start, she took the lead. “What is it, Steve?” she asked, wrapping a hand around her middle defensively.

“You look beautiful,” he blurted out. It was true, though why he felt like he needed to tell her that before anything else, he didn’t know. It was the wrong thing to say.

“Steve,” she said, exasperated. Darcy took a step back, ready to pivot on her heel and return to the party.

“Please, wait,” he said. She paused, and he continued, “I’ve been an idiot, Darce. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to reject you—didn’t realize—” he stumbled over his words, finally ending with, “—I just wanted to take you on a nice date, but it never seemed to be the right time.”

“And the right time is now? When I just happen to be on a date with another man?”

“When I realized I was an idiot for making you wait, Darce,” he said, stepping closer. She didn’t step away, which sparked a tiny flame of hope in his chest.

“I don’t know if I can believe you. I tried for months, Steve. Months.”

“Please,” he begged. “I’ll prove it.” He was desperate to make her see. She looked up at him, and he stepped forward again, so that they were pressed against each other. His hand tangled in her curls, and he whispered hoarsely, “I’ll prove it, Darce. Kiss me.”

Something like hesitation flickered in her eyes, but it was swept away in the wake of desire. And she did, rising to the balls of her feet to press her mouth against his. It was heaven, like everything he’d ever dreamed it would be, and he didn’t hesitate to  deepen the kiss. His tongue slid against hers, reveling in the faint taste of whiskey and chocolate that lingered there. She pressed against him insistently, and the kiss transitioned to something wet and filthy.

They broke apart for air, and his brain turned on again. “Darce,” he whispered, pressing insistent kisses to her mouth. “Let me take you on a date.”

“Okay,” she said, leaning back to look into his eyes. Her lips were swollen from his kiss, and a mix of giddy excitement and arousal shot straight through him. “My place, right now.”

He wavered, wanting so badly to take her up on her offer, but also wanting to treat her right. She saw the struggle on his face and rolled her eyes. “You can take me on a date for breakfast in the morning,” she offered in a tone that brooked no argument.

His heart bursting with an emotion he didn’t dare define—not yet, anyway—he leaned down for one last kiss and said, “Deal.”


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Movie Affair

Chapter VII

Current obsession; Aaron Taylor-Johnson.

Summary: Life as a young actress was hard, but when you get a part in a promising movie and reunite with the man you’ve fantasized about since you were 15 things get harder. At first it’s like every dream you ever had is coming true. But reality pulls you down from cloud nine as you start to fall for the one guy you weren’t supposed to.

WARNINGS: Language, music preference, mature content.

A/N: I had a meltdown bc of this stupid chapter, had to re-write the WHOLE DAMN THING. Bc I hadn’t saved the first draft -cuz I’m a moron like that- and lost it after I’d worked on it for three days and it was almost finished😭… But yeah, the original A/N said something like; I feel like I’ve taken too long to actually develop their affair so here goes nothing… Enjoy!

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“I don’t want fucking McDonald’s” I complain looking out the window.

“Oh c'mon, you’re always up for McDonald’s” Aaron says and I roll my eyes. He wasn’t wrong, but I was mad right now so I wouldn’t admit it.

“You ruined my fun” I say crossing my arms over my chest and he huffs.

“I saved your ass from the press Y/N. If you had indeed ‘beaten him up’ even a little, you could’ve been out of the movie.“ he says half scolding me.

Choosing not to respond we find ourselves in silent for a few minutes, until I sight and -half heartedly- say “Thanks”. I eye him and see how he looks up from his phone and smiles at me. The gesture all too adorable, causing me to drool over him all over again. I look away, feeling my cheeks get warm.

“But I still don’t want McDonald’s, I feel like I might puke it right up” I say making a grimace and Aaron chuckles.

“Ok, but I want. So we’re still going” he says and I snort, rolling my eyes when a little smile peeks at my lips.

When we get there the driver parks the car and I frown. Couldn’t we get it drive-thru? I look at Aaron as he is about to open the door and grab his arm. “Hey, it’s late I’ll go with you” he looks at me and chuckles.

“I can take care of me” he says getting out of the car anyways, I lay on the seat in order to still see him. “Besides, you…. I’ll just be right back” with this he closes the door, practically on my face.

“Fuck ’s he tryna tell me?” I slur frowning and then sit back up looking at the driver with a questioning look. He shrugs.

“Too many guys with too little good intentions at this hour.” he says and I frown, not understanding what he means at first. But when I do I fixate my eyes outside the car, on Aaron specifically. “If you were my lady, I wouldn’t have liked for you to get out of the car either.” he says look at me briefly, flashing a smile. I sigh, it was cute if it was true. But I’d already had to deal with one of those guys today, two would just be a fucking party.

“I’m not his lady” I slur as I watch Aaron come back. He looks at me apologetically and I just smile. “Don’t worry”

When Aaron gets in with the bag of food we start heading back to the hotel. The driver turns on the radio and there’s a song playing that almost made me go to sleep, so I lean to the front seat and ask him to change it. In a very nice way. Like, “Change that crap! I’m falling asleep hereeee” Aaron chuckled and with hands on my waist dragged me back to my seat. The driver laughed and changed the station. I knew this one, I’d heard waayy too much. It was an Adele song. I gasp remembering the lyrics. Singing them as I used my right hand as a microphone.

Everybody loves the things you do

From the way you talk, to the way you move

Everybody here is watching you

‘Cause you feel like home

You’re like a dream come true.

Aaron was looking at me with a shocked expression. I chuckle and swing my shoulders side to side, carrying on with the song.

But if by chance you’re here alone

Can I have a moment before I go?

‘Cause I’ve been by myself all night long

Hoping you’re someone I used to know

I look at Aaron, realizing he had started to sing with me on the second verse. I smile and we keep on singing like the two drunks we were.

You look like a movie

You sound like a soong

My God, this reminds me

Of when we were young

Let me photograph you in this light

In case it is the last time

That we might be exactly like we were

Before we realized

We were sad of getting old

It made us so restless

It was just like a movie

It was just like a song

In the pause I rest my cheek on Aaron’s shoulder, giving the song more passion.

I was so scared to face my fears

Nobody told me, that you’d be here

And I swear you moved overseas

That’s what you said, when you left me

I sit back up turning my whole body to Aaron, leaning in just enough.

You still look like a movie

You still sound like a sooong

My God, this reminds me

Of when we were yoouung

Let me photograph you in this light

In case it is the last time

That we might be exactly like we were

Before we realized

We were sad of getting old

It made us so restless

It was just like a movie

It was just like a song

We start singing softly the next part, leaning in closer so we can hear each other

When we were young [x4]

It’s hard to admit that

Everything just takes me back

To when you were there

To when you were there

And a part of me keeps holding on

Just in case it hasn’t gone

I guess I still care

Do you still care?

It was just like a movie

It was just like a song

My God, this reminds me

Of when we were young

When we were young [4x]

We lean closer again, my right cheek pressed with his left one, as we sang our hearts out. Holding back laughs at how ridiculous we probably looked.

Let me photograph you in this light

In case it is the last time

That we might be exactly like we were

Before we realized

We were sad of getting old

It made us so restless

Oh I’m so mad I’m getting old

It makes me reckless

It was just like a movie

It was just like a song

When we were young

We were breathing heavily at this point, chuckling lightly. I take a hand to his cheek as I pull away and chuckle harder, millimeters away from his face. His breath moving my hair, his eyes deep in mine. It dragged small electric shocks all over my skin. I had the urge to kiss him, to press our foreheads together. But I pulled away, taking a deep breath a resting my back agaisnt the door. I couldn’t do that, he had a girlfriend, and he clearly didn’t see me like that.

He sits back right, smiling and I smile too. Putting my legs on his lap comfortably. At first he looks at them like he doesn’t know what to do, but he then he rests a hand on one and takes it upon him to massage the other. I giggle at the ticklish feeling his hands on my skin give me, but don’t pull away. It felt nice, so I rest my head agaisnt the glass of the window and look outside. The streetlights passing over my head like shooting starts. And getting lost in that moment we arrive at the hotel.

I might’ve been half asleep of something, but when I get down from the car after Aaron the floor seemed way closer than it actually was. Making me almost fall when I get down. Lucky me Aaron was there and grabbed me by the arm. If not, God knows I would’ve hit the pavement with my face.

“You are so drunk” he says chuckling, he pays the driver and we wall inside the hotel.

“So are youu!” I half yell in the middle of the lobby and Aaron laughs. We walk towards the elevator and I grab the McDonald’s bag and inspect it’s contents. Grabbing some stray fries and stuffing my mouth with them.

Aaron drags me inside the elevator, laughing at something. ‘Something’ probably being me. Once inside I press our floor number, dancing to a song that was stuck in my head. Humming to it I elbowed Aaron, getting his attention. He just chuckled.

When we got to our floor I walked straight to my door, looking for the key inside my purse. Opening the door once I found it. Throwing myself on the couch and groaning in pleasure. “Ugh finally” I say and Aaron takes the McDonald’s bag from me, patting my thighs so I’d make space for him. Groaning I move, still taking up half of the couch.

“Woman, move” with this Aaron lifts me into a sitting position as I complain and laugh. He sits down taking his food out of the bag and passing me my fries.

“I’m like, at the best moment of being drunk” I say laying back and eating the fries.

“Wich moment?” Aaron asks taking a bite from his burger.

“I feel like I would do just about anything I’d normally not do, y'know. Like, I wouldn’t be ashamed of it right now, but if I was sober I’d be.” I say taking a bunch of fries to my mouth. But to mind came that one thing I couldn’t do.

I weren’t capable of kissing Aaron. It seemed like the one thing that actually stuck around in my brain for this long was the fear of rejection from him. And also the fact that he had a damn girlfriend.

“I guess that’s good” he speaks, getting my attention. “Until you wake up the next day and everyone tells you what you did” He says and laughs, making me laugh too. I put what’s left of my fries back on the bag. “Are you not gonna eat those?” He asks and I shook my head. Aaron frowns at me and takes a hand to my face, pretending to take my temperature and we both laugh.

“I’m fine, just a little too boozed up” I say smiling, he cups my cheek and by instinct I take my hand to his. “I’m fine dude” I chuckle putting his hand away and he rolls his eyes with a snort, getting back to his burger.

My eyes linger on him for a while, taking in the features of his face. Eyebrows, nose, cheeks, lips… I look away flustered and start taking off my heels. Damn it, if I could only have him for one night and make sure it wouldn’t change our friendship I’d do it. I wanted him all too bad. I had been wanting him since I was 15…

My mind lingered on that thought for a while. Fuck it’ I thought and grabbed my phone, scrolling down my playlist. Who knew when I’d ever get another chance to do something stupid and blame it on alcohol.

I finished removing my heels and stood up with my phone in hand. “This is a cool song” I said throwing my phone on the bed after pressing play. Making sure Aaron’s curious eyes were on me I started lip singing the song.

I haven’t seen my ex since we broke up

Probably ‘cause he didn’t wanna grow up

Now I’m out and wearing something low-cut

‘Bout to get attention from a grown up

Aaron tilts his head with a confused smile. I walked to the bathroom, making sure to swing my hips just enough.

‘Cause you hold me like a woman

In a way I’ve never felt before

And it makes me wanna hold on

And it makes me wanna be all yours

As the chorus started I undid the zipper of my skirt, turning my back to Aaron before letting it fall to my feet. In the bathrroom mirror I could see how his eyes crawled up my legs and lingered in my ass for a minute. A smirk place itself in my lips. If I could tease him just enough… Just enough to get him to want me. Then I could have him. I continued humming the song turning around again.

All he ever wanted was to go down

What we supposed to do with all his friends around, yeah

Smoking weed, he’d never wanna leave the house

Got an empty cushion on that sofa now

Aaron swallowed hard and stood up as the song continued. Walking towards me and not stopping until our faces were centimeters away. Deep, dark stare on mine, breath mixing with mine. “What are you doing?” he asked, my eyes fluttered closed at his husky voice. He walked away before I could give him an answer.

Guys my age don’t know how to treat me Don’t know how to treat me Don’t know how to treat me Guys my age don’t know how to touch me Don’t know how to …

And he turned it off, his chest raising and falling at the pace of his breathing. My legs threatened to fail me as he spun around and walked on my direction again. Passing right by me into the bathroom, I turned around following him with my eyes. “You need a shower, a cold one” he said turning the water on.

I bit my lip angrily when he turned to me again. I frowned and he walked towards me, pulling me up and carrying me to the shower. The cold water instantly fell over my shoulders making me squeal. “What the hell?!” I yelled angrily and slapped his chest.

“You’re drunk Y/N” he says not looking at me. As if I didn’t know that piece if information already.

“So what, you’ll shower me with clothes!?” I yell again, eyes wide and hands extended at each side of my head. He looks at me and we stay in silence for a second, water soaking my shirt, bra and panties.

Aaron looks down on my body and then meets my eyes again. And I can see in the exact moment he decides to give up. Getting inside the shower with me and pulling me into a desperate kiss. Wich I respond to immediately.

My arms go around his neck and he pushes me until my back hits the wall. He pulls away, only to grab my face and take a look at me, before kissing me again. I hum in response and kiss him back, his free hand falling to my hip and digging into my sking there. Maving a soft moan escape my troath. We pull away and take another breath, looking at the other.

He frowns as realization crosses his face. “You’ve been wanting this haven’t you?” He asks and I chuckle, a smirk placing on my lips.

“Took you this long to figure that out?” I ask, and he gives me an amused look. Crashing our lips together again.

His hands find the hem of my [ soaking wet ] blouse and pulls it over my head. Moving his hands to my waist after, they were hot against my skin. “You’re so cold” he says and I pull away, breathing heavily.

“So make me warm” I whisper on his lips and pull him closer. He lifts me by my waist, having me wrap my legs around his hips. Pants hanging dangerously low on them. I gasp when he shoves me agaisnt the wall again and moan when he buckles his hips against mine. I can feel the heat down on my core, and the friction with his pants only made it worst. His mouth traveled down my jaw, letting me be a panting mess.

“Shit. I want you” he mutters and reaches down for my panties, fighting to remove them. Biting on my neck at the same time, making me moan. I pulled from his hair, a grunt escaping his troath when I did. Leaning in I captured his lips again, separating my ass from the wall and making him hold me. And like that I removed my panties halfway to my thighs, the rest he did himself. I hear him unzip his pants and then press a finger against my clit, estimulating me enough to make me wet in seconds.

All I know after that is that he buried himself inside of me with a thrust. And I almost screamed, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, panting.

Neither of us moved for a few seconds, getting used to the feeling. My mouth was in a perfect circle and his hands held my ass tightly. He took a step back, carrying all of my weight as I hugged myself tighter to him, my nipples hardening under the lace bra.

He lifted me a bit, bucking his hips back and forth as he started fucking me. Starting off at a normal pace at first. Filling the bathroom with my moans and his. But then after some minutes he speeded up, thrusting brutally inside of me. Making me cry out in pleasure, my hands removing his shirt only from his shoulders. I couldn’t help but to be loud, I’ve been wanting this too long. And it was everything I ever wanted it to be.

Wild, passionate and raw.

I tilt my head back, the water of the shower splashing on my boobs. Slowly I lean my back against the wall again, shutting my eyes closed as curses fell from my lips. Aaron fucking my consciousness away. And he leans in, kissing the exposed part of my breasts. He sucked on them and grunted, I could feel his hot breath warming my chest under the shower and it was only making me want more.

His hair was soaked now, so I curled my fingers on it and buried his face deeper on my chest. “Oh baby, keep going” I moan, having him thrust harder. Hitting my sweet spot repeatedly.

“Oh fuck Y/N” he muttered as I tightened around him. His movements becoming sloppier. I cried out as the whole room spinned around me. If I hadn’t been having the best fuck of my life I would probably be throwing up.

“Aaron” I moaned, tapping his shoulder “Aaron” I moaned out for him again and he pulled back, putting me to face level again.

“Yes?” His eyes couldn’t concentrate on a single thing, so I grabbed his neck and pushed his face up to the crook of my neck. Wrapping my arms around his neck and my hands pulling from his hair. Gaining more skin to skin contact like that. My moans became louder, and his cock twitched inside me as he went in and out.

“Fuuck” I cried, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. My orgasm riping through me like a train. He rode it out, making me dizzy. His hands were buried on my ass, but he moved them up to my waist. Fingers digging on my flesh when he started cumming. Shit, if that didn’t bruise I’d give me a medal. Aaron grunted and finally rested his forehead on my collarbone, slowly stopping his movements.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion now. We stayed like that until our breaths evened out. And then he slid out of me, putting me down on my legs. Aaron pulled away but his hands were still on my waist. “Wow” I whisper, resting a cheek on his chest and he chuckles. Resting a hand on the back of my head.

“Wow indeed” he says and I chuckle too. I take a deep breath and pull away. Completely undoing the buttons of his shirt, pulling away to take it off and throwing it to the side.

“It’ll be dry by tomorrow” I say locking eyes with him and he has a smile on his lips. Like he couldn’t believe what just happened.

He chuckles and I laugh softly. “I know” I say and hug him by the waist. Maybe it was just the buzz of the alcohol. But either way, I really fucking enjoyed that.

“We’ll need to get something for you tomorrow” He says caressing my cheek and I nod.

“I just wanna go to bed right now” I say grabbing his hand and kissing his shoulder. He chuckles and leans his head back, so I’m able to kiss my way up to his neck.

“You’re not thinking second round are you?” He asks trailing a finger up and down my arm. I kiss his collarbone.

“What if I am?” I kiss his neck this time, smiling when he purrs as I move to kiss adam’s apple. Seemed like a yes to me.

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Mrs. Y/L/N - Regina Mills X Reader

Originally posted by rebeccamader


Regina x reader : where your best friend , Emma hacked Regina’s twitter account and changed her name into “Mrs.y/l/n” because she know that you and Regina like each other just to stubborn to admit it . Please and thank you   


Y/N: Your Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Y/N/N: Your nickname


You were writing a note to yourself, to remind for the fifth time you to buy eggs - god damn it Y/N - when your phone beeped.

Em: Yo loser.

You picked up your phone, rolling with your eyes when you saw the message. While you opened your mail on your laptop with one hand you typed back a response with your other hand. Multitasking!

You: What is it, idiot? You need food?

Em: Surprisingly not. I just ate. Grumpy brought food. I don’t know why.

You: Maybe he was in a good mood?

Em: Have you read his name.

You: All right, Mrs. Smart ass, what is it then?

Em: Can’t I message u without wanting something?

You: ….

Em: Fine. check out Regina’s twitter account rn.

You: Why would I. I’m busy.

Em: C’mon.

You: seriously em why? She never posts anything

Em: Please please please please please please please

You: Fine.

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More Trans!Peter Parker Headcanons

Got a request for some more Trans!Peter hcs, so here you go!

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-After Peter tells you he’s trans, he feels so much more comfortable & relaxed, especially around you

-He’s wearing more tighter clothes because he feels really really good in them

-He’s got that cute little pep in his step every time he walks & he’s smiling more whenever he’s with you

-He’s also more affectionate

-He’s constantly giving you soft kisses of every kind

-Cheek, nose, mouth, forehead, bunny, butterfly kisses galore

-He’ll give you kisses at any time throughout the day

-In the morning, right when you wake up, he’ll give you lots of cheek & nose kisses or he’ll wake you up with little forehead & mouth kisses

-Sometimes, in the middle of the night, he’ll wake you up with kisses just to tell you how much he loves you

-When you’re hanging around the house or making food together, he really loves sneaking mouth kisses in every few minutes

-“Peter I’m trying to make dessert”

-“I’m your dessert now let me just…” *smooch*

-He’s also holding your hand A LOT

-He literally holds your hand like 24/7

-Sometimes you wake up & he’s still holding your hand firmly in his

-Now does this boy love his hugs

-He’s the kind of hugger that holds you so close & tight & just stays like that for several minutes

-His hugs are even longer now because he’s not as scared or worried to have you so close to him, in fact he craves it now

-You’re always late for work now because of him

-“Peter, I love you, but I need to go to work”

-*hugs tighter* “Just a few more minutes”

-Your boss doesn’t exactly believe you when you tell him why you’re late, until Peter comes to pick you up from work one day & hugs you for like 7 minutes straight

-You don’t mind though, you love him so much & his warm, soft hugs

-He’s also even more of a goofball now because he’s so happy & comfortable

-He makes silly faces constantly & laughs more

-It’s so so so so nice to see him so happy

-All in all, Peter is a very happy boy™ & is so much more comfortable in his own skin now

-Spoiler: he’s also even more in love with you

CORINA

TITLE : Corina

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1


AUTHOR: lokilover9

Original Imagine: Imagine you’re an Asgardian Woman married to a nobleman. After a few years into your marriage, he begins to ignore you sexually. Each time you are both invited to Royal gatherings, he gets a bit drunk and acts like an ass so you avoid him. You’ve also noticed how incredibly gorgeous Loki is and often had to snap yourself out of staring at him.

NOTES/WARNINGS:

Notes: Hello lovelies! Due the great response to this imagine, I was possessed to do a one shot. Hope you like it! 🙂 After they were done that night at the palace, Loki told Corina he would keep her husband there to sleep in a guest room. He explained to her that this was a common thing with Odin’s friends and associates after they’d drank themselves into a stupor, often passing out in the men’s room. Corina was overjoyed and Loki then lead her through various corridors and out through some secret doors. He walked her to a carriage, got her settled in, then told the coachman to take her to her residence.

Seven days later, a gift basket was delivered to Corinas door with a note attached. It was noon and Gunnar was just crawling out of bed after a late night out with ‘associates’ he claimed.

“What is it?” He miserably asked.

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