also your lips

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.~

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.”

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
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.

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“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.

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“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.

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“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.

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“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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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

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

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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?”

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1022bridgetp  asked:

Hi! I don't know if you take requests now but I have one for you anyway: Reader and Peter have a sleepover for the first time during their relationship and before they fall asleep they just can't find the right sleeping position - maybe Peter incidentally lays on Reader's hair, his arm goes numb while Reader lays on his chest... I leave it up to you. Just dorky-fluffy Peter please!!!! I'm sooo in love with your blog and your imagines <3

You lay next to Peter, your arms folded over your stomach and a small nervous smile on your face. He shifted slightly and his foot accidentally brushed against yours.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, turning red. You sighed, chuckling and rolling onto your side to face him.

“Pete, we can’t share a bed all night and apologise every time we touch,” you pointed out, smiling slightly. He rolled over to face you too, smiling bashfully.

“Sorry,” he replied quietly, before realising what he’d said and chuckling. “I’m just scared to move, in case the mattress makes a noise and Aunt May thinks…y'know…” He cleared his throat awkwardly, his cheeks turning bright red. You bit your lip, also embarrassed by that potentially awkward situation.

“So do you want to cuddle or something?” you asked quietly. He nodded, lifting his arm so that you could cuddle against his chest.

“Pete I can’t breathe,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by his chest. He loosened his arms quickly.

“Shit I’m-”

“Don’t you say it,” you warned him jokingly. He laughed under his breath, draping his left arm over your hip as you returned to lying facing each other.

“Why don’t I hold you then?” you suggested. “If that doesn’t work, you’re going on the floor,” you added with a grin. He shook his head with an adorable giggle.

“You bully me,” he told you, shuffling closer to you and resting his head on your collarbone. He wrapped his arms loosely around your waist, and you tangled your legs with his.

“I love you,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. You felt Peter kiss your neck sleepily.

“Love you more, (Nickname).”

Seokjin Scenario: The Rhythm Of The Rain - Part 2

Request: Can I request a Bodyguard AU. Where Seokjin is Y/N bodyguard and at first Y/N was too scared to talk to him but realize one day he is actually a goofball and kind hearted person. Y/N warms up to him and eventually falls for but promise not to tell him because it would risk his job. But something happens and risks his life protecting y/n. You end up confessing to him. Please surprise me in the ending? It can be tragic or a happy one. Thankies~

Genre: Romance / Drama - Bodyguard AU

Warning: Mentions of blood.

Part 1 / Part 3

Not many things could get your pulse so hyped and fast as Seokjin’s rapid breathing did, or the way his chest rose and fell in quick motion while he panted and held your wrists against the wall.

– You’re losing your focus Y/N – Jin said with a raged breath that he couldn’t quite hide. You were in the same state as him and knew that what he was saying about you was right, you nodded and lowered your eyes only to be met with the expanse of skin that his black t-shirt left exposed, that looked reddened by the effort and smooth to the touch. You cleared your throat and Seokjin let your wrists go, taking a step back and you instantly missed that warmness that was so inherently his that whenever you got close enough could feel radiating from him. –Let’s try again –

–Alright – you got into position again and met his eyes, Jin smiled softly at you, it wasn’t one of his full dazzling smiles but it still made you smile back, he knew you were trying and you wouldn’t have expected him to take this as easily and lightly as he’d done, but then again, it didn’t surprise you, Jin was first and foremost, understanding. That, you were sure about by now.

Two weeks ago was the first time you saw Seokjin holding a gun, and sometimes it was easy to forget that he was a trained guard, that he could disarm another person and leave them unconscious with his bare hands, if you only focused in his goofiness and playful demeanor around you. That night when he came back and knocked on your bedroom door with his usual smile, you felt so relieved you could have thrown yourself to his arms if you didn’t hold back from doing so. Along with the security team he had caught two intruders armed around your house, he’d said so with such affability as if it was nothing while you were shaking a little. That, along with the menacing messages your family had been getting with clear threats to your lives made you reach for Jin because you knew he wasn’t going to make you feel silly about asking him to teach you how to defend yourself, just in case, and at the moment seemed like a great idea, it still was, but with each new lesson you noticed how incredibly weak you were to Seokjin’s proximity.

Jin approached you again and cornered you against the same wall. –I’m taller and stronger than you, if I do this and you cannot reach my eyes…– he was looking down at you with calm eyes. –  Which are your options? –

You brought your hand up to the base of his neck and pressed against it with the side of your hand. –I could hit you here to leave you breathless – you moved your hand up and almost cupped his chin with your hand now. – or hit your chin up with my hand or my elbow – you did the movement in a soft motion and then grabbed his arm to turn Jin around. –then I must shove you away to run –

You had Jin’s arm holding it tight against his back, and you knew exactly the next step, you could kick the back of his knees or his lower back so he could fall, yet you took the chance to run your free hand softly down his spine to then shove him softly to the front because it was just too much, the feeling of his heated skin through the fabric of his shirt, his muscles and the way he tensed a little under your touch, so you took a step back and a few breaths to ground you. You knew you were gone for Jin since a while now, and it was just so hard to not act on it, to keep yourself at bay because you wouldn’t endure risking his job in the process, then he turned around to look at you in that way so his that could drive you mad as if he too was feeling the same things.

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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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Lucifer’s Confession

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Title: Lucifer’s Confession

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 828

Warnings: implied sex, fluff

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you all enjoy this! Have a great Sinful Sunday, Agents! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3 <3 I love you all so much!! <3

While Sam and Dean were gone, it gave you and Lucifer a chance to get closer.  You were already dating, but the lack of sex between the two of you had been almost unbearable for the both of you.  The night Sam and Dean left on a hunt, it was like letting an animal out of its cage.  Lucifer was impressed by your stamina.  

He knew humans needed rest.  By the looks of it, you needed rest.  He let you lay your head on his chest.   He observed how your breathing went from short and erratic to slow and steady.  He had always enjoyed watching you sleep.

The fallen archangel figured you were asleep by now, but he didn’t want to move and risk waking you up.  He combed his fingers through your hair, smiling down at you.  He wasn’t one for lovey dovey romance, but in this moment he truly loved you with every fiber of his being.  He wanted to tell you, but he didn’t want to give you the impression that he was going to be like that all the time.  He had a reputation to keep.

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Congrats, Rami (Rami Malek x Reader Smut)

Requested by @purplezebra68​ : Hi! Could I please request a smit where after the show the reader “congratulates” Rami on his Emmy?

A/N: I must admitt I’m not very experienced with writing smut, but nevertheless I hope you like it. Sorry for grammar mistakes! Enjoy !

Word count : 1,868

Today was the day. The awarding of the Emmys. You had been so excited for your boyfriend who was nominated for the best dramatic actor. Rami was nervous the whole day, doubting that he would ever win. You tried to cheer him up and told him that no matter what would happen today, if he’d win or not, he would always be the best actor in your eyes. At least, his mood changed a bit and he became calmer. “Thank you.” he said as you helped him getting into his expensive Dior suit.

“I wished you could be there, too.” He murmured. You smiled at him while fixing his bow tie. “I’m fine Rami.” You assured him. “And you know how much Mary wanted to come. She was practically begging for it.” His mouth curved into a smile as he remembered the day his cousin almost went down on her knees and asked for permission. “I’ll be with your parents and Sami, babe.” You said. You would meet his family to watch the Emmys on television together. Then, someone knocked at the door and Rami’s manager told that it was time to leave. You hugged each other tightly before he stepped out of your apartment. “Good luck babe! I love you!” You called after him.

Two hours later, his parents and brother arrived. You noticed that they were also nervous and very excited for Rami. You prepared some snacks and Sami came into the kitchen. “Excited?” He asked you. “Totally! What about you?” He nodded his head.  “Same here, girl.” After a little small talk, you joined his parents in the living room and right then, the Emmys were broadcast.

The atmosphere in the living room was tensed. Your whole body shook and you fiddled with your fingers as the nomination for best dramatic actor was the next. “Please, say Rami, say it.” You whispered and hoped your boyfriend’s name would be mentioned. Rami’s face appeared on the screen. He looked hopeless. You knew exactly what he thought right now. He definitely thought that he would never win this emmy.

Then it was time. And the winner was… RAMI MALEK! You screamed in joy as his name was announced. You knew it! And Rami’s face was so priceless. His expression elicited a laugh from your lips. Also his parents and brother cheered and applauded happily. You could see the pride in their eyes.

Rami went on the stage, his shocked expression was still on his face. He received his emmy and stared at it a while, before he began his speech. “Please tell me you’re seeing this too.” He said unbelievingly, making you and his mother laugh, while a grin curled up on Sami’s lips. The next few minutes, Rami thanked to everyone who helped him getting this award. In your opinion, this was the best speech that he ever had. “I want to honor the Elliots. There is a little bit Elliot in all of us.” He concluded before he finished his fabulous speech. Everyone in the audition clapped their hands and Rami went down the stage.

“I’m so proud of him.” You said already the tenth time this day. His parents and Sami were about to leave. You gave his mother a loving hug. “Me too, sweetheart, me too. We all are so proud of him.” They stepped out of the apartment, but Sami turned back. A smug smile was plastered on his lips. “Oh, by the way! Have fun tonight.” Then he turned around and left, leaving you back with red cheeks on your face.

You closed the door and began to clean up the living room. Of course, you decided to congratulate your boyfriend in a special way, but the fact that his brother exactly knew this, was embarrassing enough. Hopefully, he wouldn’t tease Rami about it. After everything was cleaned, you went to your living room. Then you moved to your wardrobe and searched for the best lingerie you owned. Taking them, you changed your clothes and after putting the laced black bra and panties on, you also got into your night gown. Spraying his favorite perfume on your neck and on your wrist, you brushed your teeth and combed through your hair. You lighted some candles and spread some rose petals on the ground to create a romantic atmosphere. Now all you had to do was waiting for Rami. Your winner!

You heard the front door being unlocked and the low and raspy voice of your boyfriend calling for you. Your heart skipped a beat and you exhaled nervously, trying to calm down. With tiny steps, you went to the hallway to greet your boyfriend, who was taking off his jacket. His eyes widened as he saw you standing in front of him, half naked and with a see-through gown.

“Congrats, babe.” You murmured. Rami came closer to, holding his award in his hand. “Thank you, love.” He said and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. “I’m proud of you, Rami.” You smiled as you had a look at this huge, golden object in his hands. “I told you, you would win, didn’t I?” You teased him. “Indeed. I’ve never expected this to happen.” His eyes went down body, reflecting a hint of burning desire. “So…Uhm… what is this all about?” He asked.

You took the award out of his hand and lead him to the bedroom, where you carefully laid the object on the cupboard. Rami whistled as he saw the view in front of him. Candles were burning everywhere and there was a scent of vanilla in the air. “I thought we could celebrate your win in a special way.”  You moved closer to him.

“And that would be?” His eyebrows rose and he smirked at you, already knowing the answer. “I’ll be all yours tonight.” You whispered seductively in his ear. As you pulled back, you saw his eyes burning with lust. He drew his lower lip between his teeth and observed you from your head to your toes. “Like what you see?” You asked him playfully. He nodded his head. “Absolutely.”

And in the next second you smashed your lips together, kissing each other with hunger and passion. He brushed your night gown off your shoulders until they fell down to your feet. The sudden contact with air made goose bumps rise up your skin. Rami pushed his tongue into your mouth and you both fought for dominance.

You led him to your bed and carefully pushed him down, climbing onto his lap. Still kissing him, you slowly unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his well-toned and muscular torso and took off his tie. You let go of his lips and started sucking on his neck. “God, woman!” Rami moaned delicately. “What are you doing to me?” You continued licking and biting on his soft skin until there was nothing left but a big, red mark. “Relax, babe.” You panted. “Let me take care of you.”

You slid his opened shirt down his shoulders. You kissed him once more, never getting enough of his plump lips. If there was anything you loved about him except for his beautiful green eyes, then it was definitely his lips. They were always so soft and kissable. Your hands trailed down his stomach to his dress pants where you unbuckled his belt, sliding them down his ankles. You could see the outline of his erection through his boxers. You started to rub him through his boxers, making him rolling his eyes in pleasure. “Holy shit! (Y/N)!” He moaned.

“Tell me, babe. Tell me what you want.” You offered to him. But he was too much occupied with dealing the pleasure you gave him. “Something but you makes me feel like a dangerous woman.” You sang into his ear. Suddenly he covered his eyes with his elbow, bursting into laughter. You joined him. In some moments it felt good to tease each other and laugh before you went for more. “Sorry!” He laughed. “Don’t worry, Rami.” You assured him.

“I want you to ride me.” He answered then. “I guess we haven’t done it such a long time.” You nodded and got down his lap. “I need condoms, babe.” He pointed to his cupboard. “Have a look there.” You did as he said, taking out a condom and went back to him. Meanwhile he already took of his boxers, and his member was revealed to you. You blushed a little bit at this view but at the same you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you. “Come here, (Y/N).” He said softly. You gave him the condom and together you rolled him over his erection. He placed you on his lap again, started to kiss your neck. You nibbled on your bottom lip as he unclasped your bra and slid them off your shoulders. Carefully, he squeezed your fully breasts, taking your nipples in his mouth.

“Rami…” You sighed satisfied and he continued pleasuring you with his amazing mouth. After pulling your panties down, you stared amorously into each other’s eyes. He pecked your lips, saying “I love you, (Y/N).”  “I love you too, Rami.” You said. “So much.”

Slowly, you eased yourself onto his member, feeling him stretching your walls, filling you completely. Body’s pressed against each other and your souls united, you began to move. It had been a while since you had sex together and it felt good to feel him again. To be so close to him. Rami’s hands trailed up your belly to your breast where lingered. You closed your eyes, moaning and panting. Like always he found the spot you were craving for with no difficulty, making you screaming his name. You put your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans and not to disturb your neighbors, but the pleasure was so intense, you didn’t succeed.

Clawing your nails into his back, you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Not for long and your body would explode. You quickened your pace and moved faster. Rami supported you while he was thrusting harder and deeper. “O-oh…R-Rami.”

He then started massaging your clit and soon you felt something built up in your stomach. “I-I’m close baby.” You groaned. “So close.” He put more pressure until your orgasm approached.

“Let go, (Y/N). Let go baby.” His deep and raspy voice was all you needed to come undone. “Rami!” You screamed his name, arching your back and curling your toes. Rami needed a few more thrusts and finally found relief himself.

Your bodies were covered with sweat and you breathed heavily, but nevertheless you were happy. Rami was so kind, he covered your face with his kisses, making you giggle. He turned you over so you laid beneath him. Pulling out of you carefully and stripping off the condom, putting it in the trash can, he blew out the candles around you. Then he slipped under the blanket. You didn’t mind being sweaty right now. You were too much exhausted and wanted to sleep in Rami’s arms.

Before you both peacefully drifted to sleep, you mumbled, “My winner, my champion. My man.”

Headcanon NSFW: Simon

A = Aftercare

Simon likes to spoon you after sex and spread little kisses on your neck while you both catch your breath.
Or to take a shower with you after especially long and dirty sex.

B = Body part

Simon works out and takes care of his body the same way like his mustache, but he isn’t vain.
His favorite part of you are your legs and also your lips with the sweet little smile which is only for him.

C = Cum + D = Dirty Secret + O = Oral

Simon loves (& it’s also his dirty secret) when you sit on his face and ride his tongue until you come.
Also he loves the sight of you kneeling in front of him and he spills his warm seed down your throat.

F = Favourite Position

Simon enjoys as many body contact as possible during sex and to feel your shaking legs against his chest is a big turn on for him.

G = Goofy

Simon is surprisingly serious during sex and full concentrate to please you and him. Even when you giggle from time to time when his mustache tickles against your skin.

I = Intimacy

Simon has a romantic side. When you’ve the time for it he spoils you with a massage or he explores and worships your body with his mouth and hands.
Also he doesn’t mind to light some candles for you.

K = Kink

Simon has a kink for bondage.
Either he ties you up or you him. He enjoys the little games of taking control of you or vice versa.

L = Location

Simon prefers sex in his own four walls, especially in the apocalypse. He doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable (expect you’ve a kink for that).

M = Motivation

Everything about you is a turn on for him.
But what gets him going is when you kiss and you moan into his mouth and he feels the goose bumps on your skin.

N = NO

A turn off for Simon is when something could serious hurt you and him. Same goes for gold showers and what goes beyond.

P = Pace

Simon is a passionate lover who prefers long, forceful thrusts where he slides completely out of you, only to bury himself one second later in you.

V = Volume

Simon starts quietly with small grunts and groans and getting louder to the end. Not loud enough that you’ve the feeling your ears start ringing, but enough that someone in front of the door knows what’s going on.

Y = Yearning

Sex isn’t a big thing for Simon.
He enjoys it and could have it every day, but it hasn’t priority for him.

Hired by BigHit: Dreams vs Reality- Part 10

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Light Angst, mentions of sex

Summary: As a talented underground rapper, you’ve just become Bangtan’s new hiphop coach! What happens when you meet the boy who has big dreams of joining the rap line?

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 [END]

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Erase You | Seungcheol | Oneshot

Genre: angst, fluff, new years themes

Word Count: 6,308

Summary: No matter how hard you try you can’t forget him.

Originally posted by 12fools

When the sunlight peeked through the curtains and hit your eyelids, you groaned while rolling onto your side. Suddenly, you were rolling farther than you expected, landing on your stomach with your face in your pillows. Confusion and panic filled your mind for a split second as you thought, Where—?


You hated how you still slept on only one half of the bed, refusing to fill his spot, like you were waiting for him to come home and take it back. You didn’t do it on purpose, though. Oh how you wished that you could bring yourself to just take up the other side of the bed. You wished you didn’t have to go through that brief moment of worrying about where Seungcheol was every morning before you remembered that he wasn’t missing, he just wasn’t there.

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A maid for Ahkmenrah (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

A/N: I’ll probably do a second part of this story! So enjoy and stay tuned!

Word count: 1,488

It was a very warm night in Thebes.  You were walking across the hall to your chamber after the hard work you had to do all day. Your body was very exhausted and all you wanted to do was to lie down in your bed and sleep before you had to wake up early in the morning again. Tomorrow was going to be a hard day as well. Some royal families, who were the king’s best friends by the way, were going to pay a visit and everything had to be perfectly fine.

As you almost reached your chamber, you heard a voice calling after you. You instantly stopped in your track, turned around and looked at Kiya, a woman in her late 40’s. She was very strict and a controlling person. That’s why you and the other maids respected her, but also were afraid of her.  It was better to do everything she said and not to deal with her. Then everything was okay.

Kiya came towards you, no emotion was visible in her face. “Is there a problem, Kiya?” You asked politely, wondering what she wanted. “No,” She said.  “I’m supposed to tell you that prince Ahkmenrah wishes to see you.” You looked at her questioningly. The prince wished to see you? But why?  

“Is there any reason why he wants to see me?” You asked. Kiya only shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. But you should hurry up. Don’t let him wait.” Then she left, leaving you totally dumbfounded. There were so many questions in your head. Did you do something wrong? Were you going to be punished or even rewarded? Why did especially Ahkmenrah want to see you? You hadn’t really something to do with the young prince except for a few occasions. Normally, you served for the beautiful queen Shepseheret, his lovely mother.

With all those questions in your head, you made your way to the prince’s chamber. You felt very nervous the more closer  you came to his chamber. It was the prince after all. He was very, very handsome, kind and a caring young boy at your age. Every girl in whole Thebes would do everything to be his wife or even at the same place as he was. Sometimes you felt a bit jealous because some other maids were allowed to serve the prince themselves.

You finally arrived at your destination. Your heart pounded against your chest with a quick pace. You inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm down. Knocking on the door, you were allowed to enter Ahkmenrah’s chamber. You bowed down in front of him politely, not making any eye contact with him. What you didn’t notice was the happiness in his beautiful green orbs as he saw you.

How many time had he wait for this moment? It felt like an eternity. You had a perfect view on his muscular chest.  “Your highness wishes to see me?” You asked, eyes staring to the ground, not daring to look at the young prince. Ahkmenrah, who leaned against his window before, came towards you. You felt his body warmth radiating as he stood in front of you. “Indeed.” He spoke, his voice sounded low but smooth, causing goose bumps on your skin.

“I’ve been watching you for a long time, (Y/N).” He said, lifting up your chin and forcing you to look in his eyes. You were surprised. He was watching you? For what reason? So many questions. Your body tensed, while your cheeks turned red at the same time. The fact that he was observing you the whole time without you even noticing it was very embarrassing somehow. You averted your gaze away from him, still feeling the warmth in your cheeks. “I’m sorry.” Ahkmenrah apologized. “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” You shook your head.

“N-no, your highness. I’m good.” You assured although your body told him otherwise. Meanwhile, your body began to tremble slightly. “(Y/N), please calm down.” The young prince tried to soothe you. “I mean no harm to you.” You nodded you head understandingly.

“The reason why you’re here , lotus, is because I know very well what you’re going through every day.” Slowly, he put his warm hands on your cheeks, caressing them softly. “W-What do you mean, my prince?” You tried to pull away out of his grip, but you couldn’t. You felt safe with him somehow.

“I know how you’re being treated, (Y/N). Everyone is so hard on you and although you give your best, you’re never rewarded for it. Nobody is pleased with your work. You feel lonely because you don’t have any friends to talk to or to share your secrets with. And when you try to make friends with the other maids, the only thing you get is rejection. You want to be loved but you don’t get any love.”

Tears were brimming your eyes, threatened to fall down your cheeks after his speech. How did he know all that? How did he know that all you wanted and expected from others was only to be accepted and loved? You closed your eyes and tried to hold back your tears, but you failed. Warm tears were escaping your eyes. Ahkmenrah wiped them away, leaning his forehead against yours. “Shh… beautiful flower, don’t cry.” He said with a soothing voice.

“You don’t deserve to cry.” He continued speaking. “You deserve happiness and love. And I want to give that to you. I want to show you love.” Your heart stopped for a moment as you realized what he did offer to you. Instantly, you shook your head.

“I don’t mean to offend you, my prince,” You sniffed, “but I can’t accept your offer.” Ahkmenrah’s expression turned to sad abruptly. But then he realized how strange it must have been for you. It seemed like he only wanted to see her because he wanted to be close to her sexually.

He began to laugh. “(Y/N), I don’t want to use you for my own needs. I’m not that type of guy. Honestly, I care for you. You can say, I developed some feelings towards you.” You looked at him with big eyes and your mouth wide open. Did he confess his feelings for you a moment ago?

Ahkmenrah was waiting for any reaction of you, but there was none. You were too shocked right now to say something. “(Y/N), I want to show my feelings for you tonight. I know you doubt my love for you, but I swear to Ra it’s true. I fell for you the first moment I saw you entering the palace and asking my parents to serve for the royal family. Inwardly, I hoped that you would be assigned to me but it didn’t happen. I just want to spend only this night with you. “

“How can your highness be in love with me, a maid?” You mumbled. He gave a kiss on your forehead. “I love everything about you, (Y/N). You’re special.” Although you craved for this moment a long time, you knew that it wasn’t right. You also developed feelings for the young prince at the first time you saw him but pushed them aside because you were aware that they would never be returned.

You shook your head. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, my prince.”  “Why not?” You could hear a trace of disappointment in his voice. “ Are you aware of what you’re doing, your highness? You’re asking me, a maid, to spend a night with the prince. What do you mean will your father think if he finds out? He’ll punish me. Or even worse: kill me. For seducing his favorite son.”

He pushed a strand of air behind your ear. “He won’t find out.”  “What makes you so sure?” You asked curiously. “I just know. Otherwise I’ll protect you with my whole being.” You wanted to reply something, but he interrupted you as he planted his lips on yours. You didn’t respond the kiss at first out of shock, but after a little moment you also moved your lips against his. Ahkmenrah smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his hard chest. Your hands went through his soft hair, tugging at his soft curls.

Your kiss, which was innocent and gentle at first, turned into a heated make out session. Ahkmenrah lead you to his bed, slowly pushing you down and laying on top of you. He tugged at your clothes, taking them off of your body. His soft hands were caressing every inch of your body tenderly. He treated you with so much care, as if he was afraid that you could break down under his hands. Ahkmenrah gave you his whole attention, making you feel cared the whole night and showed you how important you were to him.

Now you knew what love felt like.

anonymous asked:

which lip primer should i use for matte/satin liquid lipsticks?

It’s best to use something thats line smoothing, sort of like a silicone face primer but for your lips. This sort of lip primer will prevent your lipstick from looking dry and settling into lip lines, making it look more smooth and supple. Using a lip balm under will just cause your lipstick to have a sheen or slide off, make sure to sleep in a thick hydrating lip balm every night so you won’t need one under makeup :)

Some lip primers will have added moisturizers without having the slip and emollients like a regular lip balm so you can wear them under hard to wear, drying liquid lipsticks.

Something hydrating would be the Bite Line & Define Lip Primer, it has added hydrating oils while still creating a smooth, non slip base for drying lipsticks. Another hydrating option is the Stila Lush Lips Water Plumping Primer, this is great under drying liquid lips. 

With any lip primer i’d recommend waiting a minute or two to let them “adhere” to the lips before going on with lipstick. 

Also exfoliating your lips with a tooth brush (gently) before bed and then immediately applying and sleeping with a thick layer of good lip balm is amazing for full, soft lips the next morning! My fav lip balm is the Jack Black Lip Therapy Balm