also your lips

The first time he sees you in lingerie - Male Avengers Headcanon

This wasn’t requested but idc, @scarlettsoldier and I were talking about plus size models lmao

Originally posted by little--batman


He’d be so taken aback, but in the good way. He’d look you up and down, drinking you in. He’d bite his lip as he would make his way over to you, absolutely lost in the scraps of lace and bare skin, then he’d look into your eyes before mumbling that you’re so beautiful, before kissing you so passionately with his fingers tangled in your hair. “You’re gonna kill me, darlin’” 

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


Steve would be so flustered, having never seen a woman in lingerie in the flesh. He would be rooted to to the spot once he walked into your shared bedroom. His facial expression would make you nervous, “Steve…Do- Do you like it?” “Oh G-God yes I do, doll, you look marvelous” It would be you that’d have to make the first move, you would take his large hands in yours and place them on your silk covered hips. He felt like a virgin again, but Jesus H. Christ, he was going to try and not ruin those skimpy piece of fabric the moment he got a hold on himself.

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid


You’d be looking in the vanity mirror in your bedroom, catching a glance of the handsome man at the door in the reflection before smirking at him. You’d bought the undergarments as his birthday present. You blushed as his slender fingers made their way along your shoulders to move your hair out of the way. He would press kisses to your neck and mumble “happy birthday to me” whilst smiling as his hands wandered…

Originally posted by rad-aar


You’d walk into his lab wearing a black trench coat over the top, of course. His head didn’t turn until he heard your voice say “FRIDAY, lock the doors please.” He’d cock a brow up at your dolled up form, his eyes would travel down your legs and then his brows would raise when he saw them bare, his jaw would fall slack but would quickly pick back with a sly smirk. As you would unbutton the trench coat, letting it slide to the floor (whilst keeping eye contact and also biting your lip) you’d hear the words “Oh, my beautiful baby girl, come to daddy…”

Originally posted by theplacewheredreamsgo


You had definitely remembered to pack your black corset number in your bag before Thor took you to Asgard for the first time. You wanted this trip to be memorable as possible. When he first sees you in it, you’re both in his bedchamber, you’re coming out of the en suite bathroom and his mighty facade drops completely and he chokes on his mead, he’s completely awestruck, for he had never seen such undergarments, ever. He would gently pull you between his open legs, trailing his large hands across the rigid bones of the black corset, to the silk panties below, all the way down to the lace tops of your stockings. “Do you like it, my love?” “I love it, My Queen.”

Originally posted by luvn-loki

Loki: (slightly AU)

Loki had been down the past couple of weeks, trying to adjust to being an avenger and the people around him. You wanted to cheer him up with something new, you knew behind his hard facade there was a troubled man. So you rummaged through your drawers and found the one thing you needed, the unused white lace panties and bra. You hastily slipped them on before throwing a t-shirt and shorts on over the top, before calling Loki through FRIDAY. As he opened the door to your room, he would give you a small smile before laying down next to you. “I have a present for you, darling” you would say, “and what would that be, my love?” “me, now I want you to take me out of my packaging” As he would peel your shirt up, his eyes would widen at the unusual underwear you were wearing, his hands would come to cup your breasts but at the same time, admire the fine lacework, he would let out a soft groan as he saw your panties..

Originally posted by justawkwardgirl


Oh god, the GIF says it all. He’d be quietly reading in his room, when you’d just saunter in casually in your pyjamas. You both usually slept in underwear, or naked *wink wink*, so as you padded towards the bed, you began to remove your clothing, as Bruce caught a glimpse of purple from beneath his lashes, he looked at you like so, and put his book down. He would murmur ‘oh god, oh god, oh god’ under his breath as you crawled your way towards him, straddling him. You would grab his hands and place them just below your breasts where the purple lace finished, urging him into touching you. His touches would be delicate and curious at first, “You like it, Bruce?” “Uh- Uh yes, baby it’s beautiful, but not as much as you” he would proceed to grasp your hip tighter as his other hand brought your chest down flush onto his, he would moan heavily into your kiss at the feeling of the lace scratching against his skin

Originally posted by arlothia


As soon as he would see you, his mouth would go completely dry, and if you were in a cartoon his eyes would pop out of his head. He’d mumble, “Oh fuck, YES!”  before making grabby hands at you, begging you to come and sit on his lap (I mean seriously, look at them thighs!) He’d become bold and immediately kiss your breasts over the velvet fabric as his hands would ping the elastic of your stockings. He’d tell you how sexy you’d look on top of him in such attire whilst his hand would come to softly grasp your throat…

Originally posted by son-of-a-blake


You would be getting ready for a party- you didn’t intend for him to see you in your lacy undergarments until after the party! It was supposed to be a surprise! But as Pietro would come through your door he would make said face, giving you a once over, (ogling at your behind, obviously) whilst having a devilish grin on his face whilst saying “Ah, princezná, all for me?” making you whip around in shock. 


Happy release day everyone!!! 

Cr: Documentary Film ~ Are You Happy ~

bambamflys  asked:

ahhh! i love your blog and i come here everyday to read your aus! i know you are busy with college so i don't want to burden you but may you please write a got7 version for the "favorite places to be kissed"? thank you and take care!!

thank you!! 
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JB is more of “let me kiss you instead” kind of person, but there are kisses that even make the serious leader weak in the knees. Hugging him from behind and placing kisses up his shoulder make him set down whatever he’s doing and smile, gently chuckling and asking what is your up to. When you confess that you just want to kiss him, JB find that adorable and cherishes this moment where you see him at his softest. 

Jinyoung might not admit it but being kissed on the hands, from the fingertips to his wrist, is really special to him. It makes him flustered, but it gives him this sense of admiration on your part and just lets him now that you’re in love with him as much as he’s in love with you. He might not want to get these kinds of kisses in public though, his ears might turn very red. 

Jackson loves getting kissed literally anywhere. To put it simply, Jackson is a simple guy and so his favorite is a kiss on the lips. But maybe that’s going way too tame, Jackson loves making out. He also loves quick pecks. The kisses where you’re rushing and only get the side of his lip, or the kisses where you’re taking your time and getting him winded up. Jackson also totally stares at your lips and daydreams about them, like he definitely would. 

Mark likes having his chest kissed, especially when you run your lips over his collarbone and kiss that little mole on his skin. These kinds of kisses can have a slightly more physical instigation, when you two are getting intimate but also if you’re just laying on his chest while you two watch a movie and you kiss the exposed skin like it makes a shiver run up his spin. A good shiver of course. 

Youngjae likes kisses behind the ear, which are innocent at first but can lead to a lot more if you both want it to. But also, he gets ticklish when you press your lips there and he laughs into his hand and it’s the kind of laugh that makes everything about your day better. If anything you do it playfully when you two are bored, or maybe when you’re trying to tell Youngjae that you have something planned for the night. 

Bambam is wild and loves it when you kiss his throat. Like start at his jawline and work your way down and leave marks! Don’t be shy because Bambam loves confidence and you’re showing him that you find him attractive and want to show the world he’s yours. He totally brags about the marks to everyone the next day. 

Yugyeom is a fan of all forms of affection so kisses are always fun for him and he’ll take all of them! But what’s cute about him is he really likes having his forehead and hair kissed, especially when he’s got his head on your lap or when he’s just woken up and he’s still in bed and you brush back his bangs or don’t even bother and kiss right over them. It’s so cute and it makes him want to pull you right into his arms and hold you the whole day.~

When you forget to renew that demonic pact you made a decade ago and the creature inside you tries to escape…

(via @doublefault28 on Twitter)

Before the Sun Is In the Sky - Lin Manuel Miranda X Reader

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary: You’re a sleep deprived third-year resident at the hospital and you’ve been assigned to the ER where a disheveled Lin comes in after a kitchen mishap.

Warnings: Blood, needles, cursing. I think that’s it?

Word Count: 3,132 (Yiiiikes.)

A/N: So I haven’t written in a long while, so it’s hella rusty and I’m sorry for this trash. This is my first fic in a long ass time. It was initially gonna be a one shot, but then I started rambling and well, it’s dumb. ANYWAY. Have fun with this garbage. Let me know what y'all think and maybe I’ll write more. Who knows.

SIDE NOTE: Thanks to @ourforgottenboleros for editing and being the sweetest pal ever. GO READ HER STUFF ‘CAUSE BECCA INSPIRED ME TO WRITE AGAIN AND HONESTLY I’M FLUSTERED BC OF HER WORK, SO YEAH.

You were four hours past the end of your shift at Columbia University Hospital and you’d been sleep deprived for a little over two days. It wasn’t like you had a right to kick yourself in the ass for being so exhausted because you intentionally signed up for this. Four years at Tufts, another four at Cornell, you weren’t about to throw it all away just because you were tired. It was part of the job. As a third-year resident, you should be used to it by now – and sure, you were, but you were human and sleep was still precious.

It was almost 4 in the morning and you were making your last round in the pit before calling it a night. The ER was oddly silent in a city that never sleeps, but still, you were beyond grateful for the silent reprieve, no matter how momentary.

“Doctor Y/N, there’s a minor laceration that just got assigned to Room 17,” a nurse called out from behind the station. “He was the last patient out there.”

You groaned to yourself, almost wanting to admit defeat. You didn’t want to go check up on someone that was most likely inebriated to the point where impulse and clumsiness overpowered all logic and balance. The guy probably had some superficial injury that could be patched up with some antibacterial cream and a Spider-Man band aid.

“Thanks, Erica,” you replied as you stifled a yawn that’s been trying to escape for the past six hours. “Stats and everything uploaded to the database?”

Erica nodded and smiled at you sympathetically, knowing full well how much you just wanted to go home, take off everything, and climb into bed for just five hours before it was time to start again.

Room 17, you thought to yourself as your feet subconsciously brought you to the back hallway of the emergency room, tablet in tow. After a brief overview of his stats, medical history, and a description of the wound, you quickly gave the door two knocks before entering the room. Pulling back the privacy curtain, you looked up from your tablet and smiled at a disheveled man with his hand wrapped in a bloody hand towel.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Y/N, Mister… Lin-Manuel.” You smiled as you set down the tablet and approached him.

“You can just call me Lin,” he replied as he tried to wave at you with his cut hand, pain suddenly reminding him of his early morning mistake. “Oh duh, so stupid.”

You bit your cheek to keep the snicker that was quickly rising up and grabbed a pair of latex gloves and put them on.

“Alright, so what happened?” Reaching out for his hand, you gingerly hold it and remove the towel, exposing a three inch long slice on his left hand, starting from a centimeter above the base of his middle finger ending down by the outside curve of his palm. “Ahh, there it is.”

“Apple,” he started. “I was slicing an apple because eating it whole is just weird and it’s so much easier to eat it in slices, so that way I have free range with my hands to–”

You stopped him. “So you were slicing an apple on a cutting board and then this happened… to the inside of your palm?” That made no sense. If anything, he would’ve cut a finger or even the outside of his hand.

Shuffling over to the cabinet on the wall adjacent to the bed, you opened it up and grabbed gauze pads and saline solution.

“No, I was holding it. In my hand.” Lin looked you in the eye and then suddenly couldn’t make eye contact. There was a moment of hesitation and he brought his focus to the pulse oximeter still attached to his index finger. “Stupid, I know, but I wasn’t thinking. I had other things going on in my head and I got hungry, so I figured I’d cut up an apple and get back to writing.”

You made your way back over to him.

“I think a lesson was learned today,” you retorted with a smirk on your face as you began to clean the cut.

He winced and jerked his hand away just a bit. “Yeah, but it’s a setback now.”

You tried to clean the cut, but every time you put an ounce of pressure to the area, he seemed more and more uncomfortable. “Okay, I’m gonna numb this.”

“With a topical cream?” He asked with a raised brow, concern growing on his face.

“I could use a topical anesthetic, but when I stitch this up, you’ll probably feel a little more of the sutures than you’d like…”

You felt bad for him, you really did. His apparent uneasiness with needles on top of very obvious sleep deprivation (his eye bags looked worse than yours, dear Lord) made his big brown eyes grow wider and suddenly, they looked, for lack of a better term, helpless. That split second of fear and anxiety staring right back at you in the form of a puppy dog in a human’s body just sent your heart plummeting.

“Look, it’ll be quick. If anything, it’s a quick pinch here,” you pointed to the base of his finger, then the middle of his palm, and the edge of his hand. “There, and… right there. By the time it’s over, you’ll just feel pressure on it and it’s all done.” You flashed him a reassuring smile and shot him a look of ‘okay, let’s do it?’.

Lin audibly swallowed and nodded shaking. “I just… needles. Not too great with them.”

You headed towards the door and shot him yet another sympathetic grin. “I know, but it’ll help, I promise. I’ll be right back with what I need and we’ll get you stitched up and out of here, okay?”

“Sure, take your time, Doc.” He ran his free hand through his hair and let out a deep breath. “Please. Take your time. I need to mentally prepare for… this.” He gestured around the room and looked up at the ceiling.

You chuckled and shook your head. “You’ll be just fine.”

This was an everyday occurrence. Patients came in and out of the hospital, especially the pit where they were never anticipating to be. Patience and understanding were two traits that were necessary on the road to success as a doctor, so when it came to cases like this, the standard protocol was already second nature to you.

Once you had the required items, you took your tray and brought it back to his room. “Hey there, all set?”

A shaky breath escaped Lin’s lips and he shook his head again, clearly trying his hardest to smile. “Uh, no, but it needs to happen. I just… the blood, the stitches, my hand…”

“I’ll distract you,” you offered as you grabbed the stool and took a seat next to the bed. “Okay, put your hand up here and tell me about what you were working on.” Fingers in place in the new pair of gloves, you took the syringe and popped off the top before beginning to administer the anesthesia.

He gasped audibly, prompting you to stop to give him a few more moments of preparation. “Shit, that’s a big needle.” His eyes widened at the sight of the bevel that was a hairline away from his gaping wound.

It was a short gauge, a whopping 26 millimeters from the tip to the hub, barely a millimeter longer than a typical 25-gauge butterfly. A baby’s pinky finger was longer.

“Shh, shh, don’t look,” you told him calmly in an attempt to reassure him. “Close your eyes, Lin. It’s okay. Breathe in, breathe out.” A comforting smile grew across your face as you coaxed him to relax. “So tell me, what’s that thing you were working on?”

“A musical.” He exhaled a shaky breath as he squeezed his eyes shut, his free hand visibly trembling as he brought it up to further cover his face, as if shielding himself from the entire ordeal would make it all go away. You started to administer the anesthesia one more time, working as lightly as you possibly could. “It’s a fuzzy idea I had one day and it just sort of – ow! Sorry, I – ah! Fuck! Damn it! I’m gonna – oh God, I’m gonna puke…”

“It’s over, it’s over, no more pain.” You gazed into his eyes as a smile tugged on the corners of your lips. “Also, no more sensation because you’ll be numb for a few hours.”

He cautiously opened his eyes and looked back at you, chest rising and falling as if he’d sprinted up six flights of stairs, a slight grin of relief reciprocating your own. “God, that was horrible.”

You couldn’t help but giggle a little. There was something entrancing about his personality, and honestly, him being your (hopefully) last patient almost made it worthwhile.

“You’re fine. I’ll get it all stitched and you can go back home to work on that musical, alright? Tell me all about it.” Suture in hand, you began to close up his wound, stealing glimpses of him every now and then to ensure he was comfortable.

“You know the dude on the ten-dollar bill? Well, he’s got a wild story from start to finish.”

“Alexander Hamilton? That guy?”

He opened up his eyes and looked at you as you met his gaze with a quizzical look. With pursed lips, he nodded as if to say, ‘Yeahhhh, crazy.’

A musical. About some old man on the ten spot. Who in the world would do such a thing? Of course, you weren’t about to burst his bubble, especially since he was slowly but surely calming down. And plus, it was mesmerizing just listening to him ramble on.

You were about a third of the way through and despite your desperation for rest (and a bagel – dear God, you were starving), conversing with this sleep deprived, clumsy playwright-slash-musician somehow made tonight much more entertaining – which was odd because your definition of ‘entertaining’ was scrubbing in on a coronary artery bypass graft. But regardless, something about this man made you want to slow down and take your time instead of rushing him out the door.

“So what’s so special about Mr. Ten Dollar bill?” You pulled the suture through and tied a knot, moving languidly to prolong the moment.

“Everything,” he answered, accidentally moving his wounded hand to further emphasize his reply.

You instinctively grabbed him by the wrist to steady his hand.

“Yikes! Sorry, sorry, I forgot…”

With a laugh, you breathed a sigh of relief, worried some freak accident would’ve occurred had you not been quick on your feet – well, hands. “No no, it’s all good. Keep going.”

“Uh, where was I– Right, so he was just some washed up orphan, tough life, big dreams, some victories, huge mistake…”

Stitch upon stitch, you listened intently, finding yourself upstaging Mona Lisa’s smirk with your own because no matter how monotonous this procedure was, you were actually really into it. The conversation, that was, and you just kind of, sort of, maybe, perhaps didn’t want it to end.

Eventually, he wasn’t as nervous as he was when he first arrived and the conversation went from distraction to legitimate socialization.

Suddenly, his voice trailed off.

“This is probably boring to you. You don’t wanna hear about this. You probably have people talking your ear off every day. I’m sorry.” Lin gave you an apologetic smile. “You must be tired of me already.”

You look up at him and shrug, the faintest smile gracing your face. “I mean, it sounded ridiculous at first, but the more you talked about it, the more I wanted to know.”

“Don’t patronize me, it’s okay.” A grin tugged at his lips. “I’m sure you wanted silence.”

Honestly, he was partially right. You wanted nothing more than to drown out the melodies of the hustling, bustling city you called home. There was not a more arousing thought than silence. (That was sad. You were turned on by silence.)

But that was before this patient swept you up in the excitement of the story of Mr. Ten Bucks. And suddenly, you were okay with hearing him drone on and on.

With a shake of your head, you smiled up at him. “I was actually enjoying the conversation.”

“Well anyway, that’s the gist of it. I’ll spare you of the rest of my commentary.” He shot you a sheepish smile and laughed under his breath. “Weird concept, huh?”

“I dig it!” you replied with an enthusiastic nod. Sure, it sounded absurd, but the way he described it to you made it seem like brilliance was brewing. “I want tickets to the show when it’s done. Front and center. I’m gonna be like, ‘Yeah, I fixed up his hand!’

A laugh fell from his lips and he met your eyes. “You’re cute, Doc.”

Oh, there you went with the blushing. You felt the heat radiating from your cheeks and you broke away from his gaze, fearing your quickly reddening face would be noticed. Eyes focused on the task still at hand, you continued to close up the wound.

“I lucked out here in the ER.”

You could practically feel his eyes still on you, and the silly grin on his face made your cheeks flame up even more.

“Look!” You gesticulated a mock presentation of his newly stitched up hand and flashed him your pearly whites, trying to change the subject. “Not bad at all, right?”

He brought his hand up closer to his face and examined it with fascination mixed with a twinge of disgust. “How Frankenstein’s monster-esque.”

You reached out for his hand after giving him a few moments to gawk at it and started to wrap it up with the roll of gauze, finishing it up with a knot. Cleaning up your station, you watched Lin’s reaction and couldn’t help but laugh a little. What a relief, you were finally done.

“It’s shouldn’t scar though, so if you were worried about having aesthetically pleasing hands, those stitches won’t hinder you from pursuing a hand modeling career.”

“Thank you,” he said with a sincere smile. “This was a surprisingly positive experience for me.”

“Well, it was my pleasure. And thank you for educating me on America’s history.”

“It was my pleasure educating a beautiful doctor who won’t, in any way, shape, or form, have any use of her new knowledge of America’s boastful founding father.”

Damn him, he was too charming. Those mesmerizing eyes, tousled dark locks, it almost seemed like he was flirting – No, stop it. You’re exhausted. That’s all it was. Exhaustion. Delusion.

A yawn was making its way out of your mouth and you couldn’t help but let it out and stretch along with it.

“Early shift, huh?” He asked, the grin on his face unwavering. “I get that.”

“Actually, I’m on my way out.”

Saying those words lifted the weight off your shoulders, the contours of your body already feeling the warmth of your bed, your head already sensing the softness of your pillow, your mind already imagining the sensation of rest.

His face fell and his cheeks turned a bright shade of red. “Oh God, and here I was, talking your ear off for about an hour and–”

“Don’t even worry about it!” You waved him off and shook your head fervently. “It’s my job. I chose this life. It’s not your fault.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I would’ve just kept my mouth shut had I known.”

“Please don’t feel bad, I’m totally fine. It’s okay, I promise!” You pulled the gloves off your hand and threw them away before putting a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to assuage his worries. “Let me just slide out of here to write you a prescription and you can go home, okay?”

He nodded wordlessly and watched you walk out of the room.

A quick note on the pad and a grab of a handful of gauze and antibacterial cream later, you made your way back into Room 17.

“I’m ba-ack.” You sang as you swung open the door. “Okay, this is for 800 milligram Ibuprofen for pain if need be, and here are some supplies to keep that cut clean and covered, okay?”

There was a brief moment of quiet between the two of you.

He broke the silence.

“Have you had breakfast yet?”

“No,” you shrugged. “I was gonna tackle that issue after work.”

“Can I take you to breakfast?” He asked without missing a beat, cocking his head slightly to the side, eagerly anticipating your response.

What. That was not something you could do. Doctors were not to affiliate themselves with patients they’re currently treating outside of medical reasons.

Wait a damn minute. He was flirting. And you, stupid you, chalked it all up to merely hallucinating because you were so sleep deprived but –

“Sure,” you replied with a quick nod and a bashful smile plastered on your face, your mind not even comprehending that your mouth decided it was best to jump the gun. “I’d like that.”

And plus, technically, you weren’t even treating him anymore. Your job was done. You patched him up, told him how to care for it, and sent him on his way. His primary care physician was in charge of the follow-up. You were in the clear.

“I’m glad,” he stood up from the bed and grabbed the supplies you gave him and stuffed them in his front pocket. “Should I just… wait in the lobby then?”

“Um, well, the nurse will come in with your discharge papers and he’ll go over what the next few weeks are gonna be like. The game plan for your hand and what not. That should give me enough time to head downstairs to change really quickly and I’ll meet you back up here. Is that okay?”

Lin grinned at you. “Absolutely. I can’t wait.”

And with that, you hurriedly walked towards the elevators and rushed to down to the resident lockers. You frantically stripped yourself of forty-one hours’ worth of stress, sweat, blood, and other bodily fluids and changed into comfy leggings, a black tank top, and a flannel to tie it all together. Messenger bag slung over your shoulder and across your body, you approached the mirror hung behind the door, examining your hair, ensuring you were, at the very least, presentable at this point.

Well, you thought to yourself. This’ll have to do.

You met back up with Lin in Room 17, peeking your head through the door with a faint smile. “Hey, all done?”

“All done,” he replied with a nod. “Ready?”

As I’ll ever be, you thought. “Ready.”


Oh man I think my Chris Pine phase is growing back, so have a plethora of Kirk expressions, and Spock’s… one. There will be more caterpillar eyebrows on the horizon while Spock stares at these

Harry Styles - “Office Flirt”

So @blueeyedsoulme and I were having a chat about working in an office and just jobs in general and then it turned into imagining someone like Ed Sheeran or Harry working in an office. It ended up in a full on swapping of ideas for what Harry would be like in an office job. We both began to fangirl so much over picturing our ideas that I decided to write it. Enjoy!

Harry Styles was the talk of the office. He always had been. He was funny, smart, attractive and a complete flirt. He was that guy that had every girl in the office wanting him and every guy wanting to be him. He would have several of the girls huddled together a distance away from him, whispering about the unique and slightly ostentatious pattered pants, silk shirts and multiple gaudy rings on his fingers. He loved every bit of the attention as he was a self proclaimed narcissist. 

He would ask female co-workers to join him for lunch, shoot the group of giggling women a smirk causing them to break into a round of whispered giggles. He lived for it all.

There of course was one person in the office seemingly unaffected by his charm and good looks. There was no denying that he was attractive but for whatever reason you didn’t seem to care. And that drew him to you even more. At first he thought he was drawn to you because of your lack of care towards him but he quickly realized it was something more. 

He was attracted to you, your smile, your drive, your dedication to your job and that office. You were beautiful and he wanted to be close to you as much as possible. 

He was acting like a teenage boy in love. He would take the long way back to his desk just so he could pass yours and take in how you looked that day, the way you wore clothes that flattered your figure and brought out the gorgeousness of your eyes and how focused you were on your task at hand, making sure it was done to perfection. 

He would make sure to take the seat beside you as often as possible in staff meetings. He was caught up in you and wasn’t sure how to go about letting you know that, if he even should. The lunch dates with other co-workers was just a past time. He never did anything more but flirt, no matter how much they all but begged him for more. 

“Hey, Y/N,” He stepped up to your desk early one Monday morning. He leaned his hip against the side of your desk, looking down at you, attempting to draw your attention to him but your eyes stay focused on the monitor before you. 

“Hey,” You would answer back, still not looking up at him. 

“Anything fun happen over the weekend?” He questioned, hoping to strike up a full conversation with you but all you did to show you were listening was glace up at him before turning to a stack of folders beside you, studying the information printed on it. 

“Not really,” You eventually answered before you finally turned towards him, swiveling a bit in your chair. You look up into his green eyes but again, he notes how unaffected you seemed to be. “Finished a book from my seemingly never ending stack.” You answered, giving a shrug. You then turned back to your monitor and Harry knew the conversation was over as you didn’t make an attempt to ask how his weekend was. Not that he did anything much, but he would have still talked about it anyway. 

“Okay, well…” He stood up straight and decided to call it finished and head back to his desk. “Have a good day.” He turns then, grimacing a bit at what you surely thought was an awkward conversation and took a few steps towards his desk that was across the large open space. 

“Oh hey, Harry!” His heart skips a beat when you call after him. He turns back immediately, noting the group of girls standing a few desks over, eyeing the interaction but offers them no sign that he cared. 

“Yes?” He questions, giving you a small smile. 

“I accidentely grabbed these from the printer when I got my things earlier, they are yours, right?” You hold out a small stack of papers that Harry had in-fact printed out earlier when he saw you heading for the printer. He had planned on meeting you over there to to strike up a conversation but got held up by the boss coming over to ask what was going on with a certain client. 

“Oh yeah, righ’, thanks.” He grabs for them and you turn back to the computer after offering him a smile. He sighs and heads back to his desk, feeling a big dejected. 

It was a few days later, after a few more short encounters, that he finally decided to make an actual move and make sure you were aware of how he felt. He went to Starbucks that was next door, ordering the drink you got every morning - yeah, he had memorized your order. Was that creepy? Possibly, but he hoped you would see it as a kind gesture anyway. 

He saw you there when he walked in, drink in hand, seated at your desk already. You were pouring over a file, a small crease formed between your brows as you also bit at your lower lip. He came to a halt a few steps away from your desk, his heart beating rapidly against his ribs as he thought about what he intended to say. He finally took a few deep breaths, building up the courage to do this. 

He simply places the drink beside your keyboard and waits for you to notice. When you do, you turn towards him, a frown on your face as you glance down at it. 

“What is this?” You question. Harry, or anyone in the office for that matter, had never gotten you coffee.

“You’re favorite.” He comments with a small shrug of his broad shoulders, offering you up a smile. 

“Oh,” You noted how he had in fact gotten you the correct order. You were slightly flattered as you reach for it but also more so confused. “Thank you.” You take a sip of it then. “Why, though?” You ask him, eyeing him over the rim of the cup as you take another drink. 

“I wan’ to talk to you about somethin’.” He reveals, moving a stack of papers from your desk to take a seat. You eye him cautiously, not sure what he was getting at. 

“And what is that?” You look up into his green eyes, feeling yourself needing to suddenly take a deep breath of air as you got short of breath. You wondered what he had to say and why you could basically feel the nerves radiating off of him. Harry was always so confident with the other girls in the office, you saw how he was with them, had seen him flirting with them and having lunch with them, making them laugh and giggle. He had even asked you to lunch multiple times but you had said it was going to be a working lunch that day and simply couldn’t. You didn’t want to just be another one of those girls he flirted with, that just wasn’t you. 

“Come to lunch with me today.” You sigh but he continues on. “I know, I know, I’ve asked before and you don’ wan’ to, but I’m no’ askin’ you like how I do anyone else in the office. ‘m askin you because I wan’ to spend time with you, I wan’ to ge’ to know you. I like you, Y/N, I mean truly like you.” 

“Harry,” You shake your head, giving yet another sigh. “Even if you like me more than how you like the other girls, I don’t want to get involved with the office flirt.” Harry knew he deserved that reputation. There was no reason to deny such a thing, that’s what he was. 

“I told you, it’s no’ like tha’ with you.” He tries assuring you but he could still see the hesitancy. “Okay, jus’ one lunch with me. Give me the chance, at least to ge’ you to see it.” You sigh then, staring up at his face, seeing that he was seemingly being completely sincere. 

“You’ll stop flirting with everyone if I agree to go to lunch?” You question. Maybe not seeing him constantly flirting with every girl he passes would help you see he did have feelings for you. Maybe. You did like him, you were attracted to him, and he was sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to maybe do this with him. 

“O’ course. It will jus’ be you.” You give him a smile then, seeing his face light up with hope at the sight of it. “You’ll go with me?” 

“I mean,” You shrug. “You seem pretty sincere so I’ll give you a chance. I’m not promising anything serious but we’ll see how it goes.” He grins then, that adorable boyish grin that actually made a flutter happen in your chest. 

“So how abou’ dinner tonigh’ instead?” He questions, it turning to a slight smirk but you laugh and shake your head as you stand from your chair. 

“We’ll start with lunch, don’t push it.” You tell him but offer him a smile. “And then we’ll see about dinner.”

“I’ll take wha’ I can ge’.” You give him a small smile, shaking your head. What had you just gotten yourself into? Whatever it was, you were excited for it. You smack him playfully on the chest before you turn and walk away, turning back to shoot him one last grin, seeing him still smiling widely. 

Many girls had gotten lunch with Harry, but this was more than that, you felt. This was somewhat of an actual date, Harry had feelings for you. And the idea made butterflies flutter in your stomach. 

Seventeen Kinks (Vocal Unit)

Prompt: “ Also Seventeen for that kink thingy”
Obviously smut, so please don’t read if you don’t like it.


  • Switch
  • Would 10/10 love if you sat on his face and wrapped his hair in your fist
  • Light teasing
  • “What do you want, princess?”
  • Lingerie kink
  • Would love bathtub sex
  • Praise kink
  • “You’re doing such a good job, baby”
  • Experimental, but with v little kinks
  • Mutual masturbation


  • His goody-two-shoes front does NOT fool me
  • S p a n k i n g
  • Tease
  • But would tease until you begged him to stop
  • Would call you princess and/or babygirl
  • Also would be down for sweet, playful sex
  • But most of the time, he’d be rough
  • His fave position is you on your knees
  • Either taking you from behind or having you suck him off
  • Handcuffs/rope
  • “Naughty girls don’t get to touch.”


  • Dom
  • “Fuck, baby, you take my cock so well”
  • R o u g h
  • Hair pulling, biting, scratching
  • Wants your hands tied behind your back
  • Wants you to ride him with your hands tied behind your back
  • If you tease him or break rules, you will be punished
  • “Yes”
  • “Yes what?”
  • “Yes, sir”
  • Orgasm denial
  • Would have you give him head in the studio
  • Lowkey into public teasing


  • Love making
  • Would totally love if you rode his thighs
  • Oral (would love to eat you out, would also love to see your lips wrapped around him)
  • Would want to make sure you’re being pleased
  • Pretty vanilla
  • Sensual and sweet
  • Bath/shower sex
  • Would praise you whenever you sucked him off


  • Sub
  • Likes being dominated
  • Whiney/needy/loud
  • Lowkey into being tied up
  • “Are you a good boy?”
  • “Yes, ma’am.”
  • Praise kink, wants you to tell him how good he is
  • Likes to be teased
  • Into being bossed/told what to do
  • Lowkey into humiliation, but not public

Archie Andrews: Archie gives a random kisses at random times. He would kiss you on the forehead or even your hand, but when he kisses you on the lips its always rough. He likes to show that he’s in control. So he will French kiss you and he will sometimes bite your lips also.

Jughead Jones: Jughead likes to tease you. He would peck your lips and pull away then go back for another kiss, slightly bitting your lip, he’d pull away again and wait for you to kiss him back.

Reggie Mantle: Reggie loves to kiss you when your not expecting it. He would kiss you while you turning around or while your totally spacing out. He finds it adorable how every time you jump and almost push him away, bur you always kiss him back.

Jason Blossom: Jason’s kisses were always rushed. He barely gets to see you during the day so when he gets the chance to be with you he can’t wait.

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Silver Storm (5/?)

Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you,  and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *

It’s kind of a slow chapter guys, but itll step up for the next ones!

Pairing: none so far, but Bucky x reader (eventually) , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, torture, violence, sadness slight smut , little fluff

 - I wasn’t aware there was already a superhero with this name, so my character is in no way connected to  Marvels Silver Storm! *

                                                     Chapter 5

  It’s been a couple days since your almost kiss with Bucky. Since then, you’ve noticed more details in your interactions with him. Like that he always seems to be touching you, whether it’s holding your hand, moving your hair out of your face, or even sitting right next to you so you have your shoulders touching. It was always something. You haven’t had any memories appear, but the one of you both saying I love you replays in your mind constantly. You never told him what memory hit you in the shower; you managed to avoid answering when he asks. The only person you trusted with that knowledge is Wanda. You’ve grown extremely close with her, confiding in her and finding comfort in her presence. When you aren’t cuddling up to Bucky you’re usually in a similar position with Wanda. The other members of the team were just as nice but you weren’t as drawn to them as you were to Wanda. You don’t quite understand it, but you don’t care. Tony was starting to ease up on you, but he wasn’t as welcoming as the others still.

   As you lay on the couch, slightly snuggling with Wanda, the all too familiar ache in your head sets in. You cry out, resulting in Wanda pulling you closer into her.

You were in a fancy hotel room. Winter was sitting on the edge of the giant bed. He watched as you slid off the beautiful dress off your body.

“It’s sad that I look forward to undercover missions,” you sighed. He didn’t reply, just kept his eyes on you as you laid the dress over a chair. You were left in a lingerie set as you walked around the room. You were always chosen for undercover operations, what with Winter’s arm being a dead giveaway for him, but your handlers always sent him with you to keep an eye on you. You removed the lingerie, exchanging it for a plain black t-shirt Hydra supplied in your mission bag. You and Winter both laid in the bed, sleep apparently not coming to either of that night. You listened to his breathing, noting he was also awake.

“Winter, what’s wrong?” you asked.

“Your mission…tell me about it.”  What? He knows what the mission was. Why is he asking this?

“I was sent to retrieve information on the senator’s hard drive, you know that. What-”

“What happened during the mission, Silver.“ Oh.

"I had to seduce him to get to the computer. I was told to do whatever it takes, same rules as other missions, my love.”

“I saw all of it.”

You rolled yourself over to him, straddling his lap. “Солнечный свет, it isn’t uncommon, you’ve seen me have to do that before. It didn’t go further that just riling him up.”

“Do you know what is was like? Watching you all over him? It made me si-”

“Jealous?” you teased as you ground yourself down on his hardening cock. He flipped you both, then smashed his lips to yours in a heated, desperate kiss. You allowed him dominance, letting him lead the kiss as his tongue tangled with yours. You moaned as his hands freely roamed your body, ending up at the waistband of your panties. You had never gotten this far before, the cell not really providing as much privacy as you have with him right now.

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His hand slid under the band and you felt his fingers brush against your damp folds. An obscene moans left your lips as you arched your back into him. His lips landed on your neck now, leaving sloppy kisses until he got to the collar of your shirt. You pushed the shirt off your body, giving him full access. As he sucked on your nipples, you couldn’t help but beg.

“Winter, please,” you whimpered, clawing at his back. He locked eye contact with you as his tongue swirled over your hardened nipple.

You look past Winter and see a girl, her name escaping you at the time. But she keeps repeating a name at you.

"Y/n, you need to pull yourself out of this memory, it will only cause you pain,” she says.

Confusion floods your system as you watch your surrounding fade away. Winter begins to fade also, a cry leaving your lips as he does.

 You open your eyes, finding two sets looking back at you. Wanda is cradling your face in her hands as Bucky looks towards you with concern.

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

“How did you get in there?” you ask, trying to shake the flood of  emotions from the memory off.

“You started crying… I thought you were in pain. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it’d be-”

“What was it?” Bucky asks. You shoot Wanda a pleading look, silently asking to keep it between you.

“Just a childhood memory,” she quickly lies, helping you off the couch. “Come on, let’s try making a cake.” She drags you into the kitchen, the entire time questioning you about why you won’t tell him what you’re remembering. You wave her off, telling her you don’t want to make him feel like he has to be a certain way with you. You get her to drop the subject and switch it to baking.

  That night, as you crawl into bed with Bucky you feel the sense of deja vu. The memory from earlier replaying in your mind.

“You haven’t told me about your last two memories… Is something wrong? I don’t want to pressure-”

“Bucky, I just - they were of you. You aren’t pressuring me, it’s just… I don’t want to freak you out with them,” you quietly say.

“Doll, you can tell me anything. Trust me, I think it’ll take more than a couple memories to freak me out.” You sigh, turning so your back is to him now. Might as well.

“Both memories were intimate moments of us.”

He stays silent, waiting for you to continue. When you don’t, he scoots himself so he’s spooning you. His arm slides around your waist, pulling you flush against him. What is he doing?

“Глупая девчонка (Silly girl), there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re forgetting I have the same memories.” His words hit you hard. How did I not think of that? His hand slides under your shirt and he begins running his hand up your bare thigh to rest on your stomach.

Originally posted by bemylightshadow

“Everything is different now… we are different now. You’ve made an entirely new life for yourself. A life I still know nothing about actually,” you confess, tears sliding down your cheeks. “I just - I reappeared out of nowhere, disrupting it. I don’t want to shake it up even more than I have.”  I really don’t know anything about him now, just little things I’ve picked up over the time being here.  But what does he do when he isn’t here or on missions? Does he have other friends? You know he will deny that you’re shaking anything up, but you know how much your presence has changed his world already. He hasn’t gone on a mission since he brought you back. His friends (no matter how welcoming they are) are still adjusting to having another Hydra creation in their home. You can’t help but feel like a burden.

You feel his grip tighten around you. “You are not disrupting anything. You being here- I just- now that you’re here, I can’t let you go again. It’s hard finding someone that’s been through the torture of Hydra. It’s nice having you here. It’s comforting knowing that I’m not alone,” he admits.

You turn yourself in his arms, your nose nudging his from the closeness. “Bucky-”

You’re silenced by his lips on yours, slowly moving with yours. You pull away quickly, despite your body begging you to stay in that spot.

“I don’t want you feel like you have feel this-” He cut you off again, with a harder kiss this time. You don’t pull away, instead pushing him to his back rolling on top of him. His hands land on your hips as the kiss turns slightly more heated. Your hips roll against his, pulling a half groan/half moan from him. You remove your lips from his, trying to catch your breath.

Originally posted by sensuous

“I don’t feel like I have to do anything. It took everything in me not to pull you to me and kiss the hell out of you when I saw you on that rooftop. I remember everything, every intimate moment we had,”  his voice is raspy, his hands still holding your hips to him.

  "Everything?“ you ask, resting your hands on his chest.

"Everything, doll. I love-”

He’s cut off by the sound of his door sliding open. Standing in his doorway is a beautiful woman, straight brown hair just hitting below her shoulders and dazzling hazel eyes, staring at the both of you. You can see by the expression on her face that she is just as surprised as you.

“Oh, James, I didn’t mean to-” James? Why is she calling him that? You move off of Bucky, a blush blooming across your cheeks.

“Katie what are you doing here?” he asks, his voice emotionless. Who the hell is she?

“What are you talking about? I always come after a mission so we can….talk,” she says, but you know by the way she pauses at the end that they don’t just ‘talk’. I’m such an idiot. Of course he has someone. You pull on a pair of pants from the shopping bags,  avoiding the eyes of the other two in the room.You bolt to the door, and as you pass Katie you look over your shoulder at Bucky.

“Y/n, you don’t have to-” you don’t let him finish.

“But I do, I wasn’t aware I was disrupting previous plans. I’m sorry, miss.” You make your way out, passing Steve before you get to the elevator.

Originally posted by tiaraloveskrisandlupita

“Y/n, it’s not what it looks like-” he begins, but as you step in the elevator you stop him.

“He’s a big boy, Steve. He can do what he wants and doesn’t need anyone to defend him anymore.”  The doors begin to close, and Bucky comes sprinting your way.

“Y/n, wait!” A tear rolls down your face as the doors shut right before he gets to you.

How could I be so naïve?

 Your thoughts are spiraling in your head. You’re not hurt just because of the idea of Katie, you’re upset because you really don’t know who Bucky Barnes is. You knew the Winter Soldier, but he no longer exists. Realization hits you: Everything I knew… Winter, myself, how people function, how the world works… isn’t the same as it was just two weeks ago for me. Life is different now and you have to adapt to how things work in the real world, not the falsified world Hydra surrounded you with. One thing really hits you particularly hard though. The man I loved didn’t exist outside the walls of that cell.

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Accidents Happen (M) ~ Jungkook

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 888 Words


Jungkook pulled you onto his lap and deepened the kiss. You two were in the middle of a movie and as soon as he started rubbing your ass, you two start making out and this was the hottest it’s ever gotten. You bit on his lip causing him to let out a grunt and slightly pull on your hair.

You whined as he broke the kiss to move down to your neck, his hands were at your hips and he was moving you back and forth on him, trying to get some relief. He sucked on your neck, leaving a trail of purple marks before going to lift up your shirt.

Your hands quickly grabbed his hands and held your shirt down, causing him so awkwardly pull away. Despite the raging boner in his tight jeans, the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable.

He rubbed the back of his neck and bit his lip, “I-I’m sorry… I thought you wanted to…”

You sighed and bit your lip, also a habit of yours, “I do, I just…”

He looked up at you and tried to ignore every sexual thought racing through his mind, “Just..?”

“I’ve never had sex before.”

“Oh… I understand (Y/N). Don’t feel forced.”

You were hesitant and sat there for a few seconds before muttering a ‘fuck it’ and grabbing onto the hem of his shirt and lifting it up.

Jungkook was surprised by the sudden confidence but let you take it off and grunted when you started moving on his lap again. He was almost rock hard and you haven’t even touched him.

“Can you feel that?” He asks as you pushed your clothed pussy against his cock. You silently nodded and slowly ran your fingers down his chest and to his pants.

“Take your shirt off please.” He stopped you and watched as you lifted your shirt off, revealing a simple bra. Jungkook didn’t expect to have sex with you tonight, so you didn’t have to be dressed up or anything.

“And your bra.” Your hand went behind you and you quickly unhooked it, feeling the cold air rush to your breasts and hardening the nipples. He pulled it off of you and revealed your breasts to him. He moaned before leaning in and taking your left nipple into his mouth, softly circling his tongue around it before sucking. His hand softly pinched your other nipple, and the sensations shot shivers down your spine.

You pushed him away and stood up and unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them off. He could feel his dick throbbing when he saw your body in your black underwear. You looked absolutely stunning.

He groaned and picked you up and carried you into his bedroom. You giggled and wrapped your legs around his waist before he laid you down on the bed. You watched patiently as he slipped off his jeans and boxers. Your eyes widened as you saw his cock, it was bigger than expected and you questioned if you were going to be able to take it.

He pulled your panties down and lined himself up with your entrance, too impatient to even think about any foreplay. “Ready baby?”

You slowly nodded and bit your lip as he pushed in. It slightly burned from the stretch, but he took his time and let you get used to small bits of him at a time. You were warm and tight and your pussy took his cock great. It felt odd to have such a big thing inside of you, but you got used to it as he started thrusting into you at a slow pace.

“Faster,” you whimpered after a minute. He was hesitant but sped up his thrusts and looked you in the eyes, “I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too Jungkook…” You softly spoke, trying to get used to the feeling of him inside of you. It hurt, but it also felt really good and you could feel yourself getting even more wet, coating his cock in your warm juices.

“Harder Jungkook…” He listened and thrust slightly harder, but not hard enough. “Harder Jungkook! Please!” You cried, holding onto him just in case.

But then, he thrust too hard, and it made you yelp.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he thrust once more, making you cry out in pain and dig your nails into his back. He slowed down and studied your features, “You okay baby?”

You shook your head as tears slipped from your eyes and he pulled out and panicked.

“Shit… I-I.. (Y/N), I’m sorry.” He quickly apologized and wiped your tears away with shaky hands.

“It’s okay…” You whimpered and closed your legs, quietly hissing in pain. You asked him for any pain meds and he got you some with a glass of water. He grabbed you one of his shirts and put it on you. He also tied your hair back for you and let you lay down and rest.

He rolled into bed next to you and cuddled into you, he loved it when you held him. He hummed as you played with his hair, “I’m really sorry (Y/N). I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s fine Kookie, accidents happen.”

“You promise?”

“Promise, and tomorrow if I feel better we can even try again.”

Calm of the Storm

PARING- reader x Thor 


WARNING: SMUT, ORAL, UNPROTECTED SEX (keep it wrapped), little it of angst (sorry)   

Request from Anon- Hello beautiful 💕 i’d like to request some smut with thor where you’re his fiance (you are an asgardian as well) and you’re really in love with him but he doesn’t like you at first because of Jane but after some time he likes you already.. Ps. Can you pls put as well that Thor brought you to Earth to meet the Avengers??? Thank you XD THANK YOUUUU!

Another smut for you all! I was so keen with this prompt, there is some back story with this, also you are known as the Goddess of Peace and Wisdom, just because I think it’s a nice contrast with Thor being the God of Thunder! But let’s be honest you’re all just here for the smut hahaha ;) well enjoy xx 


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Family, Honor and loyalty, those were the words that your father had brought you up on. Your family were close allies to the All Father ever since your birth you had been connected with the royal family of Asgard. More specifically to one member, Thor. Ever since your birth it was proclaimed that you were to wed the young prince when the time was right, a fait that had its hold on you your entire life. You had grown up with your betrothed when you were old enough your parents sent you off to the palace with the words.

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My names Rachel, and I have Bpd
It’d be nice to meet other people with Bpd because I have nobody relatable to talk about .-. I also have resting bitch face

Dating Daryl Dixon would include

Specially for @igotanaddixon :)

- Him liking you for your kindness and careness to other peoples but denying it

- His feelings for you grow every day so he tries to push you away from him

- Him thinking you don’t deserve a rude redneck

- You still like him and tries to find out what his problem is

- Rick talking to Daryl because he thinks you two need each other

- Daryl giving you a Cherokee-Rose and asking you blushed for forgivness

- You accepting it and smiling at him

- Him stuttering to ask you if you want to go out with him

- You agreeing and soon you two are going to a lake

- Him extra shaving and cutting his hair for you and getting cleaned

- Him always watching you from his side and when you turn around, him quickly looking away with a bright blush on his cheeks

- You and him chatting, mostly about you but him slowly open up for you

- Him always paying so much attention for what you say and vers versa

- Him shyly striking carefully your cheeks, which turns to red

- You saying him not to stop

- Him slowly getting more confident and pulls with his index finger your chin in his direction

- Him looking you deeply in your eyes and pulling a soft, but also passionate kiss on your lips and after you two stop kissing, he asks you to be his girl

“I know ya don’t deserve a rude redneck like me, y/n … But I love ya and want to protect ya … So ya ‘wanna be my girl, sunshine?”

Originally posted by stereowave

In bed with... Doyoung


Okay, heads up, I didn’t write this! @marksbuttertarts did, bless her soul, and I am sO thankful she did! She did this so quickly and I’m so grateful thank you so so much! Although it’s short, it’s written very well and gets straight to the point - this a bit of a break between the rest of the members!

I also want to thank @kpopworldofimagines, who’s also wrote for Doyoung but she actually sent it afternoon and then it was too late and I didn’t know and aHH I HATE MYSELF IM SO SORRY but thanks for taking the time to write it❤️❤️👀

ps. i love doyoung and he is the reason i am here js

In bed with… series:

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