because inspiration hit me right as i went to bed last night

aquiver | 04

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings: mentions of death, slight angst, mentions or mature themes, fluff
words: 10,495
summary: Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…
note. inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the main character’s past occupation haha

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A thing you probably don’t know about me is that sometimes I get in this mood where I don’t want to do anything but spend every spare moment binge-watching House, M.D. for several days at a time. I was on ep 2.15, “Clueless,” AKA that one where Wilson crashes at House’s place for a while, when inspiration struck and this Sterek drabble happened. Or… It’s almost 2k words, so maybe it’s a bit more than a drabble, BUT it’s still a drabble in spirit. (Rated T.)

It’s almost midnight when Derek finally shoulders on his coat, locks his office door, and steps out, only to spot Stiles crouched in front of the vending machine at the end of the hall, whacking the glass with the heel of his palm and muttering darkly.

Derek can’t just ignore him; he never can. (It’s a bit of a problem, and everyone in the hospital seems to know it, except for Stiles.) Before he knows it, he’s changed tracks and walked right over. “What are you still doing here?”

Stiles sits back on his heels to look up at him. “Bob ate my dollar and I’m feeling petty so I’m trying to get it back.”

“Bob?” Derek asks, a split second before he remembers that Stiles named the vending machine. It’s just this kind of thing that makes Derek feel guilty for sometimes looking at Stiles’ mouth a little too long, or pausing to let his eyes follow Stiles’ progress down the hall. Stiles isn’t a kid or anything, but he’s still only 26 to Derek’s 32, and he’s still got a year of residency to go. A lot of times, like when he’s jamming out to his iPod while he looks over lab work or doing stupid stuff like naming the vending machines, he seems to Derek more like a college kid than a grown man with a medical license and a house and a girlfriend.

Stiles goes back to hitting the vending machine, and Derek remembers why he originally came over here. “Didn’t your shift end at 7?”

Stiles smirks up at him, and Derek tries very, very hard not to imagine him making that same face in certain… other contexts. “What, you got my schedule memorized now, Dr. Hale? I’m flattered.”

It would make Derek’s life a lot easier if so much of what Stiles said didn’t come out sounding so flirtatious. Derek crosses his arms over his chest. “You’re deflecting.”

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03. You’re Mine - Min Yoongi Fanfic

AN*  So I ran across a “Bed Sharing AU” prompt list with 8 prompts and thought it’d be a great exercise to explore writing fanfics again. This is the 3rd in the series of oneshots. I’m using all 8 prompts with different members.  8 prompts, 7 members… the 8th will be a surprise.

A special thanks to BTS… for giving me inspiration and re-igniting my passion to write again. (Gif credit to original poster.)

01. Kim NamJoon - Must Have Energy

02. Kim SeokJin - Mama Mo’s

04. Jung HoSeok - My Hope

05. Park Jimin - Awkwardly Perfect

06. Kim TaeHyung - The BPP

07. Jeon JungKook - Call Me Kookie

08. BTS - Hawaiian Thunderstorm

Originally posted by helloangiemccartney

You’re Mine

Prompt: You’re staying over, take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch, yes i am yes i am yes i am yes i am no you’re not yes i am FINE WE’LL BOTH TAKE THE BED, happy!!??

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: angst, minor fluff, smut lite, a bit of everything really… *strong language**abuse warning (discussion and aftermath)*

Word Count: 4K

You had NEVER seen Yoongi this angry before… You’d never seen him this… anything before.  Min Yoongi was so quiet and never let anybody know what he was thinking, but he was definitely giving you an earful now.

“I’ll fucking kill him!” he growled as he paced back and forth in front of you.  The energy radiating off of him should be scaring you, especially after what you had just gone through, but it was Yoongi…

“You’re not going to kill him,” you said softly.  

Yoongi surged toward you.

“If I say I’m gonna fucking kill him, I’ll fucking kill him, Y/N!” he shouted.  You couldn’t stop the flinch at his raised voice so close. Immediately the energy shifted and you felt a hand on your knee.  You opened your eyes to find Yoongi kneeling in front of you, eyes soft for the first time since you showed up on his doorstep… with a cut and bloody lip and a bruise darkening on your cheek.

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Two Nights Stand Part 3

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one night stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1500

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. In the future, the series will be having smut so be warned.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta.

Part 1 Part 2

Credits to the gifs owners

Awkward silence, the room is full of awkward silence and the smell of French toast. The worst part is that you don’t know what you both can talk about, the only ice breaker you can think of is the weather and you don’t think Bucky would appreciate your puns.

“We need to talk if we are going to be stuck in here for the next 24 hours.” He says taking you away from your thoughts, you take a bite of your French toast and you have to admit this is the best french toast that you’ve ever eaten. “I agree, but no upsetting questions.”

“What is an upsetting question? Because most of the things can be upsetting if we stop to think about it.” You shrug “I don’t know, who taught you how to cook?” He takes a sip of his orange juice smiling back at you. “My mother and grandmother. When I was a kid I would spend a lot of time with them in the kitchen.”

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Move, Made.

Muse: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Lots of fluff and the usual pinch of angst!
Word: 3.5k
Type: A friends with benefits AU ─In which one of you falls in love with the other and confesses without saying the three little words. + College AU

Parts: I, II & III

Originally posted by leojuseyo

+You’re in love with your fuck buddy, Yoongi’s best friend, Hoseok. And Yoongi recently made it known that he more than likes you in his bed, naked.

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4. Masturbation

Let the Punishment Fit the Crime

Word Count: 1,722
A/N: For prompt 4: masturbation, I thought how often Bucky would be stuck listening to Tony and Steve butt heads at a meeting. When I pictured him running late and missing an anniversary dinner with the reader, I thought, “Now what would be a good punishment?” And well, that was the inspiration here… Lol. Do I even need to say it? Smut.
Written by: @dragonsrequiem

Originally posted by lovetheworldlife

His first clue as to how much trouble he was in for missing your anniversary was when you told him he wasn’t allowed to touch you. “Aw, but doll… Steve and Tony kept bickering over the best protocol on the upcoming mission!”

“Bucky, how old are you?” You asked in an arch tone, and his bottom lip went out in a little sulk. “Physically or in actual years?” He tried, hoping to hit your sympathetic side and get a little reprieve.

“Pick one.”

Oh shit, yup. He was in trouble. He began to approach you with his hands up in an apologetic gesture, but you poked that broad, sexy chest of his and pushed him back towards the chair you kept in the corner for reading. He knew he could easily grab the hand and kiss you until you forgot just how mad you were, but he also knew that sometimes it was best to just admit it when he messed up. And since he had missed your much planned and anticipated anniversary dinner by 9 hours without a call, he would be an idiot to think he hadn’t messed up.

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Everything is Yours

Originally posted by harrysimpact

Authors Note:  Hooray for me staying committed as fuck to this mini series (I guess we can call it that now since its three parts or a three part imagine. Listen whatever floats your boat sister).  I’m in complete awe that in my writing comeback I have gotten this much positive feedback, thank you guys so much. I promise to continue to grow as a writer and pump out better content. I also made a masterlist of all my writing, so you guys can read my old writing while I work on new stuff. This part 2 of the Ultralight Beam Series, you can find part Uno here.  This part is inspired by Everything Is Yours by Kehlani (MY FUCKING QUEEN) , so it is highly recommended you listen to the song while reading. Anyways I hope you enjoy, part 3 coming soon and my ask box is still open to request so please leave some. Wuvers you guys. BTW This hella dedicated to @stylesallthelovex for being obessed with this series. Thanks for the support love.

  A month went by and you hadn’t talked to Harry since his listening party. You thought it would be a good thing, maybe it was time to cut your losses while you were ahead. Maybe this would allow you to better your relationship with Nick and Harry to find someone better. But Harry was right, you were so damn bored. Nick bored the hell out of you in every way possible , which should be the least of your worries because on top of all of the boredom he was still fucking his assistant. Not that you could be too angry when less than a month ago you were fucking Harry, but he was gone now and you were more unhappy than ever.


  Your eyes fluttered open and squinted slight adjusting to the morning sun, you pushed your white duvet to the side as you slipped out of bed and into your bedside slippers. You walked over to your bedroom mirror taking a look at yourself. You let out a gentle sigh as you rubbed your cheeks. Is this really what your life has become, you thought as you let your hair down from your ponytail. You were bored. You were unloved. But most of all you were unhappy. You caught a glimpse of Nick in the mirror, and you caught yourself wishing it was Harry. You never took the time to realize how much you missed Harry; you missed waking up to his soft snores, his concentrated face when he attempted to help you make pancakes, the soft touch of his button up shirts that you would always throw on after a night full of passion. You looked down at your engagement ring on your finger, before you thought it was one of the most beautiful rings you had ever seen in your life. But now you despised the ring, it was a constant reminder of one of the dumbest mistakes you had ever made in your life. You would rather marry that piece of shit than to be with someone who actually loves you , Harry’s words echoed in your mind as tears slowly began to roll down your cheeks. What were you doing here? With this man that you don’t even love and that doesn’t even love you. You don’t even notice that you were sobbing until multiple tears drops hit your ring finger, you looked up at yourself once again. I loved you since I first met you ! . You slowly pulled the ring off your finger, the ring that you had worn for the last 9 months, and placed on the dresser. You quickly grabbed your suitcase and stuffed it with your essential personal items, once you were done you took last glance at Nick. He barely even noticed you got out of bed, you shook your head and walked out of the door and out of Nick’s life for good.


 You drove 5 hours, probably 4 hours since you were literally speeding the entire way there , to get to Harry’s house. Luckily security let you in with no question, you slowed your car as you approached his driveway. You stepped out your car and walked to his front door, softly knocking “Harry it’s me open up”. You knocked again a little bit harder this time, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited. “Harry I know you hear me answer the door”, you glanced behind you ‘to make eye contact with the security who looked both concerned and confused. It didn’t take long before you were banging on the door, your first were balled up slamming on the door out of frustration. “Let me the fuck in Harry I swear to god, you threw your weight against the door as you screamed. You continued to bang and shout until your felt warm, wrong hands holding your fist tightly in the air ; you looked up to see the person you had been dying to see for over a month hovering over you. He lowered your hands you sides, ran his thumb over your fingers stopping at your ring finger. He looked up at you in utter shock at the absence of your engagement.

”Where is -”

“I left it and I left Nick"

“Now why would you do that ?  I was looking forward to the wedding ”, Harry let out a small laugh as he leaned in the doorframe, arms crossed.
“ Can I just come inside please”, you sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair. You knew that Harry was gonna give you hell for all the hell you gave him. Harry licked his lips before stepping aside, you stepped through doors with your head down. You timidly walked into the living room, Harry not too far behind you. You began to pace in a line, biting your lip nervously while constantly ruffling up your hair, Harry stood a few feet away with his arms crossed waiting for you to talk.

“ Look I know you may hate me and I know I should have done this sooner but I was scared”

”Scared of what (Y/N), I did nothing to make you fear me or my love”

“I wasn’t scared of you”, you yelled making both of you stare at each other in silence. 

 “So what were you scared of what ?”

” I was scared of admitting to myself that I fell in love with the wrong person”, you confessed crossing your arms tightly around your chest as you stepped closer to Harry.

“I woke up this morning and I looked at the mirror and I just broke down because I love you. I love you so much and I prevented myself from being happy with you because I was too scared of looking like a failure. I’m sorry that I hurt you . I’m sorry I was selfish and only thought about myself, but I can’t go another day without telling you how much I love you and how sorry I am. If you want I can lea-”

You were cut off by Harry’s lips crashing into yours, cupping your face in his hands . You relaxed in the kiss as you wrapped your arms around your neck.

 “You’re not going anywhere”, Harry’s hand moved down from your face, placing his hands around your legs as he swept off your feet.

“I’m yours, Everything is yours”, you smiled before attacking his lips again.

Can this wait?| Do Kyungsoo

Originally posted by katherine8595

genre: smut/mafia!au/fluffy ending

warnings: spanking/marking/general sex

authors note: I posted this on a different account a while back but I loved it too much I had to repost it. It was inspired by another Kyungsoo fic whose name I can’t remember. >.<

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Wonder Days and Super Nights

The Supergirl and Wonder Woman cross-over fic that no one asked for but that came to mind thanks to ramblings on the internet. Special shout-out to @nevertobeships and @stennnn06 for playing along.

Everything under the cut is not edited, so please forgive any errors.


If Lena had to put blame on anything for her current predicament, she’d have to say it was because she’s a Luthor.

No matter how many times Kara would come to her defense, holding her close and saying how she’s more than just her families name. There’s just something about being taken hostage for the umpteenth time this week that has got to be either a severe case of bad luck or, more than likely a side-effect of being for lack of a better term villainously irresistible.

So here she sat, in the middle of a cargo container submerged beneath who knows what ocean with a ticking time bomb that would dilute the Earths water supply with enough chemicals to kill all aliens on the planet. Typical Tuesday sorts of things, but of all the outcomes Lena could have imagined, coming face to face with a demi-god was definitely not one of them.

The moment the steel doors opened the first thing she saw was ARMS, gold banded, silhouetted arms that she wished would hold her and never let go. She would never admit this to anyone but in her youth but she used to religiously read a series of erotic fantasy novels centered around mythical Amazonians she even got to meet the author Kristen Cleavagne and ask her who the inspiration for the lead was. She’d talked about her first meeting with the woman they dubbed Wonder Woman, and how her beauty was only overshadowed by her commanding presence.

So with all this in mind, it shouldn’t be any surprise that the moment the doors opened with the silhouette of her wildest desires in front of her that whenever Supergirl came to appear next to her and they both stepped into her field of view – the two most beautiful beings this planet could hold it was the last thing she remembered before everything went black.

She heard music first, indescribably magical music. Then she felt sheets, made of the softest material she could imagine. She stretched her arm out and met an arm, solid, warm and silky smooth. She traced it upwards to the face she knew she’d find – her Kara.

“You’re finally up” she whispered, placing the gentlest of kisses across her brow.

Lena smiled at the tenderness Kara always seemed to show when they were together. “It must’ve been a side-effect of the rapid ascension, I almost thought I saw Wonder Woman when you came to rescue me!”

Suddenly another body climbed into the bed behind her, she turned in a start and couldn’t hear anything apart from her rapid heartbeat in her ears.  There in front of her eyes was Diana Prince, Princess Diana, Princess Diana of Themyscira, Daughter of Hipolyta and Zeus. “What’s the matter precious? You look like you’ve seen a ghost” Diana cupped her chin and brought their lips together.

After a few seconds she pulled back, sitting up, gasping “Kara, honey I’m so sorry… I don’t know what…” She felt Kara’s hand touch her thigh as she looked at her girlfriend. Her very naked thigh, Kara seemed to have a lack of clothing on as well as she giggled “What are you talking about Lee?”

She felt Diana lean closer into her side, taking note of how few pieces of clothing the Amazon was wearing and how delightfully rough but tender her hands felt as they worked their way through her hair. “Oh dear, it seems our darling Lena hurt her head more than we thought, Kara. She can’t even recognize her girlfriends anymore and here I thought we were unforgettable” Diana teased, winking at Kara as she continued to play with Lena’s hair.  

Kara feigned shock as she pulled back the covers and straddled herself across Lena’s thighs, “Well we can’t have that can we? Who knows what other super-powered beings are out there just waiting to have a chance at the one and only Lena Luthor” she joked, tracing lines down her stomach and stopping just above her naval.

“I think we need to jog her memory a bit don’t you Diana?” Kara said, voice lower, huskier and more filled with want than Lena had ever heard. If she wasn’t aroused before the smirk that the Amazon gave her right before she claimed her mouth again would have done it.

It was sensational overload, the two most powerful beings in the universe touching, and loving plain old Lena Luthor. If this was how she died it would be completely worth it.

Kara looked up from between her legs, wiping at her mouth as she spoke “Do you want us to stop, Lee?” Lena was in a haze, Diana was behind her kneading her breasts and lavishing kisses along her neck, “All you have to do is say the word precious and we’ll stop.”

“NO!” she gasped, urging Kara back to her former position as she guided Diana’s hand towards her clit. The pressure was building, her whole world was nothing but this, Diana and Kara. “Can you feel it Lena?” Diana husked in her ear, “Can you feel me touching you?”

“Yes” Lena murmured, eyes closing shut as she tried to relish in what she was sure was going to be the most memorable moment in her life. “Come for us Lena” Diana said her fingers plunging in to where Kara had just vacated, “YES!” she shouted. “Come back to us Lena” Kara said kissing her passionately as her pleasure hit an all time high and she saw black once again.

“Come back to us Lena” Kara said playing softly with Lena’s hands.

“Yes…” Lena murmured softly, opening her eyes to a DEO recuperation room and dozens of medical screens and equipment all leading back to her. She couldn’t remember how much time had passed but she’d never felt more exhausted in her life. Was it all a dream? “Kara…what..what happened?”

“LENA!” Kara wrapped her arms around Lena’s upper body, quickly checking for any of the signs Alex told her to watch out for.  “What happened?” Lena said groggily,

“You just passed out babe” Kara said after her inspection was complete, turning her gaze softly towards the other woman and  grasping Lena’s hand again. “You had me worried.”

Lena couldn’t help but smile, sure the dream may have been nice but she had her own version of paradise right in front of her “I’m fine darling, thank you. I guess I must have been down there a bit too long and started hallucinating, I thought I saw Wonder Woman” Lena chuckled sitting upright in her bed.

A figure stepped forward while a voice floated through the doorway, “Did you now, precious?”

Distance - Brady Skjei

distance makes the heart grow fonder

for anon

lowercase intended

word count: 1789

warnings: suggestive comment, two (2) cursewords

note: tumblr keeps glitching and taking this out of format, so that’s why it may not look like the others/have a read more cut

a/n: i’d be lying if i said this wasn’t inspired by hey there delilah. and i know it’s “absence makes the heart grow fonder”, buuuut this works better in this case ;) also, i’m posting this because I’m not so sure how I felt about the stromer one. you have my full permission to go and drag me in my asks if these imagines ever start sucking

Originally posted by wonthetrade

you hiked your knees up to your chest and pulled the hood of brady’s rangers sweatshirt over your head. your phone sat in front of you, face up.

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~Here’s the second part!!! @ilikechocolatemilkh Thank you for your help and dealing with me and thank you to @mackenzie301 for inspiring the story!~

Chapter 2

Happy’s POV

You had been avoiding me for a week now and I was starting to get pissed. I tried a couple of crow eaters after you but none of them fit right. They didn’t moan or move the right way, not like you had and it left me completely frustrated. At least, I wasn’t the only one that you were avoiding. You had pretty much been avoiding all the others boys since they kept hounding you over who it was that fucked you. Since you had missed the party friday night, the boys had been discussing your new guy a lot.

“Why would she ditch us for some new guy?” Juice pouted.

“How d’ye know i’s th’ same guy?” Chibs asked Juice. “Could be more’n one.”

“You think?” Tig perks up. “Like at one time?” The boys all laugh.

“Perv.” Juice shakes his head with a smile.

“What? Come on! I can’t be the only one to have thought about her like that.” Tig said.

“I mean she is really pretty.” Juice blushed.

“Aye,” Chibs nodded in agreement with Juice.

“Even Chibs agrees! See!” Tig smirked.

“I agreed th’ lass is beau’iful, Tiggy, no’ tha’ I’ve had debouched thoughts o’ ‘er. Tha’s you, ye bloody pervert.” Chibs told him.

“Fine but fuck! Just imagine bending her over that desk in the office.” Tig groaned and I froze in my spot.

“I gotta admit, Tiggy’s got a point on that one. Especially if she’s wearing that tight pencil skirt.” Jax piped up and all the boys’ eyes got glazed over looks. I nearly let a growl escape as they all thought about fucking you.

“Bitch doesn’t know her place, can’t keep her mouth shut, and doesn’t respect the kutte or the men wearing them.” I rumbled and everyone looked at me surprised. It was the first time I had participated in the conversation and it hadn’t exactly been in the same direction. And then Juice started to laugh which caused some of the others to chuckle.

“You mean she doesn’t respect you?” He asked with a smirk and that sentence had everyone laughing. I growled and got off the couch. I stomped out of the clubhouse with the boys all yelling “Sorrys!” and “Come back!” behind me as I left. I jumped on my bike and very quickly made my way to your house, I parked around the block. I had been to your house once before when Chibs had made me drop some stuff off. I made my way up your sidewalk and to your front door. I began to pound on the door hard and I almost ended up hitting you in the face as you opened the door. Shock was written all over your face as you took in the fist in front of it. I put it down and you looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

“What the hell!? You just about fucking hit me in the face!” You said angrily.

“Almost, I didn’t though.” I pointed out with a smirk.

“Oh, I know you didn’t because if you had, I would be going to visit one of those famous little hiding spots of yours to get rid of your corpse tonight. ” You put your hands on your hips and that’s when I took in the sight of you. All you were wearing was a long SAMCRO shirt obviously one of the guys at the clubhouse. I let out a growl and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Who’s shirt is that?” I demanded. You looked down at the shirt and let out a giggle as you looked back up at me.

“Why? You jealous?” You asked with a smirk.

“Hell no, little girl.” I growled and took a step towards you.

“Then you don’t need to know who’s shirt it is.” You replied with a fake sweet smile and a wink.

“The fuck I don’t; I don’t much care for crossing swords with my brothers and not knowing it. For fucks sake, have you MET Tig?” I snarled before grabbing your hips and pulling you close. You started laughing hard and I had to grip your chin hard and force you to look at me before you stopped laughing but still had a bright smile on your face.

“Well he is the reason I have the shirt.” You said with a cheerful voice. My grip tightened and I let out a growl. I was about to say something when you cut me off with, “He spilled his beer on me.”

“What?” I asked, surprised.

“Tig was drunk and in his drunk mind he thought that spilling his beer on me would be the perfect way to see me without a shirt on. So after he spilled the beer on me, I smacked him upside the head and went to a random room. Which was where I picked up the shirt.” You explained slowly like you were talking to a child. I smirked and pushed you into the wall while kicking the door shut behind me.

“Naughty, little girl. Stealing shirts, avoiding me, and giving my brothers naughty thoughts about you.” I growled and I felt you shiver underneath my hands. “Maybe I should punish you.” I leaned down and started kissing your neck, which caused you to moan.

“Happy…” You moaned as you grabbed my kutte, pulling me closer. I grabbed your ass and lifted you up. I pulled back and looked you in the eyes.

“You want me to punish you little girl?” I asked with a smirk. You bit your lip before nodding slowly.

“Bedroom though.” You demanded and I chuckled.

“Where is it?” I asked. You pointed to a hallway.

“Last one on the right.” You told me and I nodded before carrying you to it. I sat down on the bed with you straddling my waist. My hands slowly lifted up your shirt and I noticed your black lace panties.

“Fuck… Stand up.” I demanded and you actually listened. “Shirt off.” You slowly took it off with a little smirk on your face. I leaned back on my elbows as I took in the sight of you in those lace panties and nothing else. “Off now.”

“Demanding much?” You asked in a sassy voice.

“Do it now, little girl, and I’ll make your punishment enjoyable.” I told you. You rolled your eyes but took them off. I motioned for you to come closer and sat up straighter. You came and stood between my legs. I grabbed your legs slightly and ran my hands upwards to your stomach then up to your breasts. You let out a moan as I squeezed them. I smirked and moved my hands around to your back and then down to grab your ass. I moved my hands to your hips and turned you around. Even though they were mostly healed you still had my handprints on your ass and I felt pride while looking at them. I turned you back around and made a hum noise as I thought of all the things I could do to you.

“Are you going to do anything or you just going to stare at me all night?” You asked.

“Watch your mouth, little girl, or I’ll stuff my boxers into it.” I said with a wink.You made a noise of disgust and glared down at me. What I wasn’t expecting was the hard punch that you landed to my shoulder.  I chuckled and pulled you on top of my lap. “That was very naughty.”

“What ya going to do about it?” You challenged.  I rolled us over so you were pressed into the bed and I was above you. I leaned down and kissed you hard. You moaned and kissed me back just as hard. I pulled back and looked down at you.

“Do you trust me, little girl?” I asked.

“Honestly? No, not really?” You answered and I chuckled.

“Just close your eyes.” I told you. You sighed and did as I asked. I softly took each of your hands in mine and moved them above your head. You squirmed slightly and I smirked as I looked down at your body. I hadn’t had much time to look at it last time. I leaned down and took your nipple in my mouth, sucking hard on it. You moaned and your back arched, it made me smirk at how responsive you were. I took both of your hands in one of mine and moved my one hand down to my side. I bit down on your nipple and you grabbed my shoulders hard. I chuckled and sucked on it harder while I reached inside the pocket on the inside of my kutte. I switched nipples and did the same thing while making sure you were thoroughly distracted before pulling the handcuffs out of the pocket. I reached back up and slowly began to handcuff you to the headboard waiting to click them till the very end.

“What the fuck?” You asked angrily.

“What? I told you to trust me.” I smirked.

“Where did you even get these?” You asked while looking up and tugging lightly.

“You never know when you’ll need cuffs.” I chuckled and winked at you.

“This isn’t funny, Happy. Get me out of these things.” You told me.

“Nope, you are going to get your punishment.” I smirked before getting up and you whined at the lack of contact. I chuckled and took my kutte off and placed it on your dresser. I started to strip and once I was finished, I stepped back so you could get a nice long look. Your eyes darkened and you bit your lip as you took me in. “See something you like?”

“Eh, I’ve seen better.” You smirked.

“Liar.” I growled and climbed over top of her. I leaned down and swirled my tongue around your nipple. You gasped and your back arched into my touch. I ground down against you and your legs wrapped around me, I growled loudly and bit your nipple playfully. I reached down and grabbed your ass as I continued my assault on your nipples. I rubbed my cock against your folds and that made you moan my name loudly. “What do you want, little girl?” I asked as I rubbed harder against you.

“Happy…” You whined.

“That’s not an answer.” I chuckled and grabbed my cock. I rubbed the head over your pussy. “Now tell me, what do you want?”

“Fuck! Fine! I want you! I want you to fuck me!” You practically yelled.

“As you wish, little girl.” I slammed into you hard and I moved the hand that was on my cock, back to your ass. I squeezed it and started thrusting in and out of you fast. I moved from your breasts to your neck, marking and sucking on it as I thrusted. I moved faster and our moans filled the room, mine were slightly muffled by your neck. You pulled against your restraints as I lifted your ass up to get a better angle.

“Happy! There! Yes!” You yelled out and I felt you starting to clench around me. I smirked against your neck and quickly pulled completely out of you. “No! Happy! Please, I was so close.”

“I know.” I smirked and looked down at you. You glared up at me and struggled against your restraints.

“You bastard!” You growled up at me.

“You said you wanted a punishment, little girl.” I reached down and circled your clit softly and slowly.

“Happy….” You whimpered as your hips went up to try and push my fingers against you more. I kept the light pressure on your clit though and it made you whimper more. I smirked and added a little bit more pressure which caused you to make the hottest sound that I’ve ever heard. I groaned and kissed up your stomach as I moved faster and harder against your clit. You moaned and I pinched and twisted your clit. Your hips bucked up hard and you moaned out loudly. “Fuck! I’m….. Fuck!” I started rubbing on it hard for three more seconds before pulling away again.

“Sorry, little girl.” I smirked and you pulled against your restraints more.

“Fuck…. Happy! Please! I… I need this. I need you!” You begged. You looked at me with pleading eyes as they filled with tears. “Please…” Some tears escaped and you whimpered softly. I cupped your cheek and wiped the tears away then I kissed you softly. You kissed back, managing to deepen it somehow. I pulled back with a growl and reached down to grab my cock. I teased your pussy for one second before entering you again. I tangled my fingers in your hair and pulled back slightly as I thrusted in and out of you. I couldn’t stop myself from taking you roughly and leaned down to kiss you hard.

“Fuck! You feel so good…” I growled out.

“Y…You…. Too…” You let out between gasps. I moved in faster and hard as I tightened my hold on your hair. It didn’t take long for you to cum and once you did I followed. I thrusted in and out as I rode our orgasms out. I collapsed against you, keeping most of my weight on my elbows. Once my breathing and heart rate were back to normal, I undid the handcuffs and rubbed your wrists softly.

“These are going to bruise.” I told you. You smiled sleepily.

“It was worth it.” You mumbled softly and I chuckled.

“Time to sleep.” I told you gently as I let your wrists go. You nodded and then curled up on your side. I smiled and pulled your blanket over you before getting up and putting my clothes on. I left your house as quietly as possible and rode back to the clubhouse.


~I hope you enjoy~

Can’t Take Her Anywhere

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is one of my 600 Follower Celebration Requests! I really hope you all like this. It was requested anonymously with the song “Can’t Take Her Anywhere” by Dylan Scott. This is written in Jensen’s point of view and we’re going to say that Danneel is happy with someone else. A huge thank you to @carasauruswrex for proof-reading this at the last minute for me! You are awesome. :)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Mild Violence, Language, Tiniest bit of Angst?

Word Count: 1,400-ish

Song Inspirations: “Can’t Take Her Anywhere” by Dylan Scott

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Originally posted by smartiespn

Tonight was a big night and we were all excited. Jared and I were opening another bar together. This time, the bar would be located in Vancouver, BC and we figured it was only right because we had spent so much of our life in this city, getting to know the people and places. We fell in love with this place hard and fast and we thought of this as being our homage to the city we love. With Supernatural ending after this season, we only thought it was right to leave our mark here before we went home for the last time.

“You ready, man?” Jared smiled at me as he straightened his shirt and I smiled and nodded, then held up my finger to say ‘one second’. “Ah, yes, the wife. I’ll just be here.”

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“Let’s go to my place for the finale!” Ed Sheeran shouts as he hops into an SUV. It’s just after midnight in London. Sheeran spent much of the evening in a bar, but even with his bright-red hair hidden under a ball cap, people started to recognize him. The DJ played one of his songs, and his friends had to create a wall around him so he could drink in peace. It all made him a little anxious, which is why we’re speeding to his West London home to keep the party going.

Sheeran is celebrating tonight because he knows he’s about to score his first Number One hit in America with “Shape of You,” a sleek, funky stomper from his new album, ÷ (pronounced Divide). We’re joined by his girlfriend, Cherry, and his old friends Zack, Nathan and Catherine, who have been watching him perform since he released his first album, The Spinning Man, when he was 13. “I went plywood,” Sheeran, now 25, jokes about that LP. “Not gold. I sold 100 copies.”

Sheeran has been going hard tonight: espresso martinis and rum-punch shots at dinner, gin and tonics at the bar. It’s my birthday, and at one point he grabs my phone, takes a selfie of us and posts to my Instagram, writing “It’s my birthday bitches #london #hashtag #believe #achieve #inspiration.” He encourages friends to knock back pints with a drinking song that ends “Na na na na/Hey hey hey/You’re a cunt!”

Soon, we arrive at his house, a five-floor, industrial-style space with brick walls, wood floors and several personal touches: a Charmander Pokémon stuffed animal in his bedroom and a bong shaped like Benny Blanco’s head in the living room. There’s also a recording studio, a gym and a full bar, where he recently entertained several young cast members of his favorite show, Game of Thrones. As we arrive, Sheeran offers bedrooms to anyone who wants to “get rowdy,” then goes to work mixing drinks.

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08. Hawaiian Thunderstorm - BTS Fanfiction

AN*  So I ran across this “Bed Sharing AU” prompt list with 8 prompts and thought it’d be a great exercise to explore writing fanfics again. This is the 8th and FINAL in a series of oneshots(links to others listed below). 

A special thanks again to BTS… for giving me inspiration and re-igniting my passion to write again. (Gif credit to original poster.)

01. Kim NamJoon - Must Have Energy

02. Kim SeokJin - Mama Mo’s,  

03. Min Yoongi - You’re Mine

04. Jung HoSeok - My Hope

05. Park Jimin - Awkwardly Perfect

06. Kim TaeHyung - The BPP

07. Jeon JungKook - Call Me Kookie

Originally posted by bangbangbangtanx


Hawaiian Thunderstorm

Prompt: Hey dude I read that cuddling helps you sleep better, you wanna try it out?

Pairing:  NamJoon x BTS, BTS x BTS, Almost all the ships really…

Genre: The Fluffiest of Fluff

Word Count: 1.1K. (so it’s really more of a Drabble or an Imagine… but whatever.  I love it).

NamJoon lay in bed next to a sleeping Yoongi as he listened to the thunder and rain outside. It was soothing, but it was keeping him awake. There was a bright flash through the window followed by a loud crack of thunder. Yoongi groaned next to him and rolled over to his other side.

The guys had been working hard…really hard, and they needed this trip. Sure it was work too, but not in comparison to endless hours of practice and the physical and mental pressure doing concerts put on them.  Even now, after a few days, they were just beginning to let themselves relax.

NamJoon sighed and closed his eyes, but they flew open again at the sound of the door creaking.  Not long after, he felt someone crawling up the middle of the bed between him and Yoongi.

“Tae, what are you doing,” he chided.

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People probably remember Imogen Heap’s “Hide and Seek” for one of two things: Either because the track featured prominently in the season 2 finale The O.C., which saw Mischa Barton’s Ma…

People probably remember Imogen Heap’s “Hide and Seek” for one of two things: Either because the track featured prominently in the season 2 finale The O.C., which saw Mischa Barton’s Marissa Cooper shoot her boyfriend Ryan’s older brother, Trey — or because the Lonely Island used the song during an O.C.-inspired Saturday Night Live sketch by the name of “Dear Sister.”

The digital short, which premiered on April 14, 2007 (two years after The O.C. season 2 finale), shows Bill Hader’s character, Keith, get shot by his friend Dave (Andy Samberg), kicking off a chain reaction that sees Keith shoot Dave back, Dave shoot their mutual friend Eric (episode host Shia LaBeouf), all three men shoot Keith’s sister (Kristen Wiig), and both police officers who arrive on the scene shoot each other. And with each resounding gunshot, the Imogen Heap song cues anew. (Watch the short above.)

With 10 years having passed since SNL served its own homage to that now-iconic teen show moment — and the sketch continuing to inspire more parodies — EW caught up with Andy Samberg, Jorma Taccone, and Akiva Schaffer to discuss how the sketch, which O.C. creator Josh Schwartz describes as the “ultimate tribute,” came about.

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Jealous

Inspired by the first verse of the song “Jealous” by Labyrinth. 

@inunanna @grapefruitwannabe @mustardyellowsunshine @keichanz @dreamer-of-the-wandering-suns 

for you guys.

Set during the three year separation.


Thunder rolled in the distance as the married couple settled in for the night. “It’s fixing to storm..” Sango muttered, looking worried at the noren as she tucked the twins into bed, their identical faces completely at piece for once. Sitting back on her heels, she her right hand was drawn to her pregnant belly as if my a magnet, mindlessly caressing the mound. 

Miroku sighed, setting the cast iron pot on its hook to dry. “You know how he has gotten with the rain recently.” he smiled reassuringly, trying to mask his own worry and calm his wifes. He always worried about his silver haired companion. Especially when it rained. 

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The wolves (Wolfstar X Reader)

(A/N): Thank you so much to @azurakenway for giving me the inspiration for this post! Don’t forget requests are open! :)

Warnings: Implied smut, nakedness, deep sleeping Remus, dog and wolf kissing

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You can transform into a beautiful silver wolf that has unique specs of black. With you, Sirius and Remus having a almost, unofficial, relationship what will you get up to as ‘the wolves’.

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Sunlight penetrated through the small slit in the curtain, exposing the room to its blinding amber light and slowly awakening two of the three inhabitants that all occupied the same, small, four poster bed. As the light fell upon your face and you stirred awake from your slumber, Sirius too awoke from all your moaning and groaning; defying being awake. He smiled softly while remembering why the back of your bare body was pressed firmly against his and how the three of you seemed to fit together like a jigsaw puzzle, his strong arms rapped protectively around your beautiful figure as you quietly growled like an angry wolf. Remus was still in a deep trance of sleep and only his soft steady breathing could be heard throughout the entire room but he still held tightly onto your hands, which fell upon his chest, like they were about to disappear at any second. In a heart-warming, husky morning voice, Sirius spoke, “Mornin’ darling, how’d you sleep?” a devilish grin now over taking his handsome features.

“Like an angel” you smirked turning slightly to see his face, but kept a tight grip on Remus’s soft hands. He smirked back as you asked him the same small talk question.

“Like a god” and then he let a large dog yawn like escape his plump lips,

“You need to brush your teeth” you recoiled getting a wave of horrible odour,

“And we all need a shower” he correctly stated, smirking once again. But he was right, since the previous night’s activities left you all sticky, sweaty and awful smelling. So you slowly slid your hands from Remus’s grasp and jumped over Sirius, quickly transforming into ‘Spec’ your mesmerizing animagus form to cover your naked human body. As you softly hit the wooden floor you looked up at Sirius innocently then went to sniffing out your clothes. Sirius groans and mutters how he didn’t mean now, cuddling was comfy and warm, but none the less rises from the bed leaving Remus to unconsciously hog the rest of the scarlet covers. The hangings of Peter’s bed are shut tight making you believe he’s in there sound asleep, while James’s are wide open but the bed is unoccupied causing the impression that he will be asleep in the common room, not venturing upstairs because he didn’t have the strength after the eventful match against Hufflepuff; and the victory celebration afterwards.

Padfoot now stalked towards you and descended his wet nose to the ground as well, sniffing out the scent of your clothes too. After some minutes of searching you heard Padfoot release a loud bark indicating he had found them. You approached and then saw they were hanging from this clenched teeth, you whimpered to not rip a hole in them but he had other ideas. As you was at arm’s length he turned and ran away, taking your clothes with him, “You little shit!” you barked and he made a sound that represented a chuckle but then he just excitedly pounced onto Remus’s, neatly made, bed. You playfully growled; the challenge was one.

He started to enthusiastically jump up and down on Remus’s bed not letting go of your clothes and you pounced at him but it was an obvious move, he clambered onto James’s equally neatly made bed, messing it up completely. You now crept slowly closer to him like an oncoming predator, him the not so innocent prey. Your shoulders and swaying tail were the only thing moving excluding Padfoot messing up James’s bed, he soon stopped on seeing the hungry, dominant look on your sleek face, eyes sparkling with hunger and determination. You pounced again, flying in the air like a striking cobra.

This time his reactions was too slow and you landed on top of him and pinned him to the bed, both of your tail wagging like crazy and both panting. Ripping the clothes from his grasp you through them across the room but they landed on Remus. As you start licking Padfoot’s neck affectionately, Remus stirs in his sleep and just like you did, starts to awake from his peaceful slumber.

Rubbing his tired eyes he sits up sighting the two all too familiar black specked silver wolf and great black dog, play fighting on the bed opposite him. Letting the feeling of being left after last night go away, he sits up and quickly throws on pyjama bottoms and a gigantic fluffy jumper before speaking up. “Well mornin’ to you too, having fun?” he asks cockily, smiling sweetly to himself at the heart warming sight in front of him. The two animals yelped and jumped apart, quickly recovering themselves.

“Shall we show him a real good morning Spec?” Padfoot barked to you, and you nodded your head, both creatures’ tails now wagging faster than ever.

 Seconds later Remus was pinned to the bed with a little “Uff” and covered in soggy, loving saliva from both of his bestfriends.  “Okay, okay-“he let out a loud genuine laugh “-geroff, geroff” he laughed again. Both animals retreated and panted while laying down on the bed, restraining Remus’s movements but not completed pounding him anymore. “So if we get in a relationship this is how I’ll wake up every morning?” Remus blushed and you know you would be too if you was in your human form. But none the less both of you again nodded your great shaggy heads and did what resembled smiling, eyes gleaming, he chuckled and smiled brightly hoping one of you would officialise it but you was in animal form; you could speak to him as Padfoot and Spec. “You changing back for me then? I would like a morning kiss if you don’t mind.” He gave another toothy grin. You and Padfoot instantly looked at each other, now you both definitely would be blushing for two reasons, one: morning kisses, two: in human form you both was still butt naked.

This was going to be a fun morning…

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31, 48, & 97 with spooky jim? please and thank you!!!

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31. “You weren’t supposed to laugh!”

48. “I made a mistake.”

97. “You’re so cute when you pout like that.”

Josh lingered near the door, with a drink and handful of M&M’s from the party bowl.  You could tell he was staring, every few seconds you’d glance over, and sure enough, his eyes would be on you.  It made it difficult to focus on what Mike was saying to you.  Things had gone downhill fast ever since you waved Mike over.  Mike was in your Physics class, you’d partner for labs .  He was friendly and funny, along with the smartest one in the class.  You’d be an idiot not to be partners with him.

“Who’s that?”  Josh had asked, though he was trying to hide it you could hear the irritation in his voice.

“Mike.  He’s my physics partner.”

Josh raised his eyebrows, chewing on the M&M’s in his mouth a bit over zealously.

“No girls in the class then?”

You rolled your eyes, thinking he can’t possibly be serious.  

“Nope, not a single one.  Just little ole me surrounded by men, all begging to be my partner.  Sometimes they rate my body on the board.”

He looked down at you, the smirk you knew well painted on his face.

“You weren’t supposed to laugh,” he says defensively.

“I didn’t.”  

“I’m trying to have a conversation here, and you’re being all snarky and acting like a child.”

Your eyes widened at that, “Oh, I’m acting like a child?” you emphasized, “You really need to rethink that one.”

“Why’d you even invite him?” he snaps.  “This was supposed to be Tyler’s night.  Not time for you to socialize with your physics partner.”

“Are you kidding?” you sneer, looking over the bar.  “Half the people in here are girls that would bang you at the drop of the hat.  You don’t hear me making a scene because of it.”  You took a long gulp from your drink before turning to face him, “Maybe you should go socialize with one of them.”

And that was that.  You left him standing there, still chewing his M&M’s and walked over to Mike.  From then on the night got worse.  Josh tried to approach you a few times, imploring you to “stop acting like a child” to which you would simply throw him a dirty look and walk away.  

Josh rarely had a jealous streak.  And it’s something you were relatively surprised by.

You only spoke to Mike for a little while, enough to welcome him and say hi, before finding Jenna instead.  Even then you could feel Josh’s eyes on you from wherever he was.  

“I’m gonna kill him,” was all you said to her.  

When Josh finally suggested you leave for the night, you couldn’t have been happier.  You were upset and angry and tired of being around so many people.

The ride home was silent.  He would run his finger over his upper lip as he stared ahead waiting for the lights to turn green.  But other than that he seemed calm and measured.  Which was kind of disconcerting.  

Before he could even get the car into park in the garage you were out of it and inside the house already.  You were standing in your closet, tearing clothes and accessories off your body like they were suffocating you.  You were just turning to walk towards the bathroom when you stopped, realizing he was standing in the doorway of the closet with his arms folded.  He looked expectant, like he was arrogantly waiting for you to start talking.  You pushed past him in your bra and panties,

“I just wanna go to bed, Josh.”

“Was Mike disappointed he didn’t get to spend any time with you tonight?”

You stopped halfway to the bathroom.  Ordinarily a comment like that wouldn’t have phased you.  But you were already pissed off and slightly drunk so his emphasis of the word “Mike” just made your blood boil.  

You whirled around, “What exactly are you accusing me of?”

“Nothin, Love.  Just wondering what’s going on when I’m not around.”

You walked forward, jutting your finger out at him,

“See?  That right there.  What is that?  You think I’m bringing guys around when you’re not here?  You think I’m bringing guys around period?”

He shrugged, “You seem to be friends with a lot of guys.  That’s all I’m saying.”

Your mouth fell open in disbelief, “I’m friends with a lot of guys?  That’s rich coming from Mr. Female Friendly.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”  He shot back.  You’d obviously hit a nerve.

You turned back around, hearing him sputter out protests as you closed the door of the bathroom and locked the door.

You braced your hands on the counter, staring down at the sink.  Josh was still talking but you weren’t listening anymore.  This had to stop.  It was tearing the two of you apart.  You barely got to spend any time together as it was.  The last thing you wanted to do was fight.

He was finally silent, though you could hear him breathing on the other side of the door.  

“Baby, please open the door.”  He asked softly.

His voice sounded different.  Almost sorrowful and desperate.  You shook your head,

“I don’t wanna fight with you anymore,” you said, the tears falling down your cheeks.

“I don’t either, okay?  I’m sorry.  Open the door for me, Love.”

You curled your fingers around the doorknob and pulled it open.  

He stood on the other side, looking so lost and alone it almost broke your heart.

You took a deep breath, still slightly irritated but definitely feeling the edge ware off.

“He’s a friend, Josh.  That’s it.  In fact, I’m almost positive he’s engaged to some trainer who works at the mall.”

He sighed, his head dropping as he looked down at his feet.  The mood in the room had completely changed.

Despite his forlorn body language, you weren’t about to let him get away with how he’d treated you.

“I watch panties get thrown on stage at you.  I’ve seen girls flash their boobs at you when you walk by.  I’ve seen things online about what girls would do to you if given the chance.  And let’s not even discuss some of the signs at concerts, but I trust you.  I know you’re coming home to me at night.  I know that while you may find some of that amusing you aren’t putting your arms around anyone else but me.  Why don’t you trust me too?”

He kept his head down.  You knew you’d gotten to him.  Usually Josh wasn’t so quick to back down.  But this time was different.  When he finally looked up his face looked so sad it shattered your heart.

“I made a mistake.  You are the most amazing woman I have ever known.  Do you know that?  The drive that you have, the ambition to finish school and make your dreams come true is the most inspiring thing I think I’ve ever seen.  People tell me how lucky I am like I don’t know.  I love you so much.  It scares the hell out of me sometimes.  I can’t imagine my life without you in it.  I can’t see my future without you there.  And when I see another guy coming near you all I can think about is him seeing all that you are and taking you from me.”

“Josh-”

“Look, I’m not around all the time.  In fact, rarely.  I know that.  I know the sacrifices you make to be with me.  I know that a good majority of your time is spent alone because I’m here or there.  And it terrifies me to think that one day FaceTime and text messages won’t be enough.”  He looked back down at the floor, “You deserve a boyfriend who can be here every single day so you’re not walking through your life alone.”

This was a change.  Josh was no stranger to declarations of love, but he was also verbalizing his fears.  Something you didn’t think he’d ever done simultaneously.

“Josh, I know what I signed up for when we started dating.  If I remember correctly our first date had to be rescheduled five times because of things popping up in your schedule.”  You bit your lip, “I can’t remember the last time we actually went on a date.”  You realized to yourself quietly.  When he let out a defeated sigh you stepped forward, “The point I’m trying to make here is that I knew what I was in for.  It’s not like you kept it a secret.  I am well aware of your job and what that entails.  I made my choice.  That choice was none of that mattered because I was in love with you.  I don’t look at them as sacrifices.  Just things that become less important because I get the chance to be with you.”  

You wound your arms around his neck, pulling him into you in a tight embrace.  He sighed against your shoulder,

“I’m sorry, love.  I really am.”

You place your hands on either side of his face and plant a kiss on his lips.  “You’re so cute when you pout like that,” you smirk.