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The Reason I Don’t Do Cold Readings Anymore…

by reddit user Skarjo

I don’t do ‘Cold Readings’ anymore. I don’t tell fortunes. I don’t read tea leaves.

And I do not do contact ‘the other side’.

Look, don’t judge me alright? It was an easy gig. I mean, the first time I did it, it was a joke. I did it just to impress a girl. You’ve been there right? It was something I’d read about online and I thought I’d give it a go.

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The Best Perfume Insults

I love people’s writing about perfume, because it’s forced to be so creative.  Scent is hard to talk about, so people have to resort to stories and metaphors, all of them intensely personal to the writer.

And when they don’t like a perfume, that creativity gives forth some of the best insults.  I have here curated my favorites from Perfumes: The Guide by Luca Turin and Tania Sanchez.  The list is long, but trust me, they’re all worth reading.

A disclaimer: The same thing that makes perfume reviews fun to read also makes them super subjective.  I have never found less of a consensus on anything than on perfume.  In other words, if you find your favorite perfume on this list, please don’t take it personally (and don’t blame me- I haven’t smelled most of these myself!)

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Internal Conflict:  Five Conflicting Traits of a Likable Hero.

1.  Flaws and Virtues 

I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but characters without flaws are boring.  This does not, as many unfortunate souls take it to mean, imply that good, kind, or benevolent characters are boring:  it just means that without any weaknesses for you to poke at, they tend to be bland-faced wish fulfillment on the part of the author, with a tendency to just sit there without contributing much to the plot.

For any character to be successful, they need to have a proportionate amount of flaws and virtues.

Let’s take a look at Stranger Things, for example, which is practically a smorgasbord of flawed, lovable sweethearts.

We have Joyce Byers, who is strung out and unstable, yet tirelessly works to save her son, even when all conventional logic says he’s dead;  We have Officer Hopper, who is drunken and occasionally callous, yet ultimately is responsible for saving the boy’s life;  We have Jonathan, who is introspective and loving, but occasionally a bit of a creeper, and Nancy, who is outwardly shallow but proves herself to be a strong and determined character.  Even Steve, who would conventionally be the popular jerk who gets his comeuppance, isn’t beyond redemption.

And of course, we have my beloved Eleven, who’s possibly the closest thing Stranger Things has to a “quintessential” heroine.  She’s the show’s most powerful character, as well as one of the most courageous.  However, she is also the show’s largest source of conflict, as it was her powers that released the Demogorgon to begin with.  

Would Eleven be a better character if this had never happened?  Would Stranger Things be a better show?  No, because if this had never happened, Stranger Things wouldn’t even be a show.  Or if it was, it would just be about a bunch of cute kids sitting around and playing Dungeons and Dragons in a relatively peaceful town.

A character’s flaws and mistakes are intended to drive the plotline, and if they didn’t have them, there probably wouldn’t even be a plot.

So don’t be a mouth-breather:  give your good, kind characters some difficult qualities, and give your villains a few sympathetic ones.  Your work will thank you for it.

2.  Charisma and Vulnerability

Supernatural has its flaws, but likable leads are not one of them.  Fans will go to the grave defending their favorite character, consuming and producing more character-driven, fan-created content than most other TV shows’ followings put together.

So how do we inspire this kind of devotion with our own characters?  Well, for starters, let’s take a look at one of Supernatural’s most quintessentially well-liked characters:  Dean Winchester.

From the get-go, we see that Dean has charisma:  he’s confident, cocky, attractive, and skilled at what he does.  But these qualities could just as easily make him annoying and obnoxious if they weren’t counterbalanced with an equal dose of emotional vulnerability. 

As the show progresses, we see that Dean cares deeply about the people around him, particularly his younger brother, to the point of sacrificing himself so that he can live.  He goes through long periods of physical and psychological anguish for his benefit (though by all means, don’t feel obligated to send your main character to Hell for forty years), and the aftermath is depicted in painful detail.

Moreover, in spite of his outward bravado, we learn he doesn’t particularly like himself, doesn’t consider himself worthy of happiness or a fulfilling life, and of course, we have the Single Man Tear™.

So yeah, make your characters beautiful, cocky, sex gods.  Give them swagger.  Just, y’know.  Hurt them in equal measure.  Torture them.  Give them insecurities.  Make them cry.  

Just whatever you do, let them be openly bisexual.  Subtext is so last season.

3.  Goals For the Future and Regrets From the Past

Let’s take a look at Shadow Moon from American Gods.  (For now, I’ll have to be relegate myself to examples from the book, because I haven’t had the chance to watch the amazing looking TV show.) 

Right off the bat, we learn that Shadow has done three years in prison for a crime he may or may not have actually committed.  (We learn later that he actually did commit the crime, but that it was only in response to being wronged by the true perpetrators.)  

He’s still suffering the consequences of his actions when we meet him, and arguably, for the most of the book:  because he’s in prison, his wife has an affair (I still maintain that Laura could have resisted the temptation to be adulterous if she felt like it, but that’s not the issue here) and is killed while mid-coital with his best friend.

Shadow is haunted by this for the rest of the book, to the point at which it bothers him more than the supernatural happenings surrounding him.  

Even before that, the more we learn about Shadow’s past, the more we learn about the challenges he faced:  he was bullied as a child, considered to be “just a big, dumb guy” as an adult, and is still wrongfully pursued for crimes he was only circumstantially involved in.

But these difficulties make the reader empathize with Shadow, and care about what happens to him.  We root for Shadow as he tags along with the mysterious and alternatively peckish and charismatic Wednesday, and as he continuously pursues a means to permanently bring Laura back to life.

He has past traumas, present challenges, and at least one goal that propels him towards the future.  It also helps that he’s three-dimensional, well-written, and as of now, portrayed by an incredibly attractive actor.

Of course (SPOILER ALERT), Shadow never does succeed in fully resurrecting Laura, ultimately allowing her to rest instead, but that doesn’t make the resolution any less satisfying.  

Which leads to my next example…       

4.  Failure and Success 

You remember in Zootopia, when Judy Hopps decides she wants to be cop and her family and town immediately and unanimously endorse her efforts?  Or hey, do you remember Harry Potter’s idyllic childhood with his kindhearted, adoptive family?  Oh!  Or in the X-Files, when Agent Mulder presents overwhelming evidence of extraterrestrial life in the first episode and is immediately given a promotion?  No?

Yeah, me neither.  And there’s a reason for this:  ff your hero gets what they want the entire time, it will be a boring, two-dimensional fantasy that no one will want to read.  

A good story is not about the character getting what they want.  A good story is about the character’s efforts and their journey.  The destination they reach could be something far removed from what they originally thought they wanted, and could be no less (if not more so) satisfying because of it.

Let’s look at Toy Story 3, for example:  throughout the entire movie, Woody’s goal is to get his friends back to their longtime owner, Andy, so that they can accompany him to college.  He fails miserably.  None of his friends believe that Andy was trying to put them in the attic, insisting that his intent was to throw them away.  He is briefly separated from them as he is usurped by a cute little girl and his friends are left at a tyrannical daycare center, but with time and effort, they’re reunited, Woody is proven right, and things seem to be back on track.

Do his efforts pay off?  Yes – just not in the way he expected them to.  At the end of the movie, a college-bound Andy gives the toys away to a new owner who will play with them more than he will, and they say goodbye.  Is the payoff bittersweet?  Undoubtedly.  It made me cry like a little bitch in front of my young siblings.  But it’s also undoubtedly satisfying.      

So let your characters struggle.  Let them fail.  And let them not always get what they want, so long as they get what they need.  

5.  Loving and Being Loved by Others

Take a look back at this list, and all the characters on it:  a gaggle of small town kids and flawed adults, demon-busting underwear models, an ex-con and his dead wife, and a bunch of sentient toys.  What do they have in common?  Aside from the fact that they’re all well-loved heroes of their own stories, not much.

But one common element they all share is they all have people they care about, and in turn, have people who care about them.  

This allows readers and viewers to empathize with them possibly more than any of the other qualities I’ve listed thus far, as none of it means anything without the simple demonstration of human connection.

Let’s take a look at everyone’s favorite caped crusader, for example:  Batman in the cartoons and the comics is an easy to love character, whereas in the most recent movies (excluding the splendid Lego Batman Movie), not so much. 

Why is this?  In all adaptions, he’s the same mentally unstable, traumatized genius in a bat suit.  In all adaptions, he demonstrates all the qualities I listed before this:  he has flaws and virtues, charisma and vulnerability, regrets from the past and goals for the future, and usually proportionate amounts of failure and success.  

What makes the animated and comic book version so much more attractive than his big screen counterpart is the fact that he does one thing right that all live action adaptions is that he has connections and emotional dependencies on other people.  

He’s unabashed in caring for Alfred, Batgirl, and all the Robins, and yes, he extends compassion and sympathy to the villains as well, helping Harley Quinn to ultimately escape a toxic and abusive relationship, consoling Baby Doll, and staying with a child psychic with godlike powers until she died.

Cartoon Batman is not afraid to care about others.  He has a support network of people who care about him, and that’s his greatest strength.  The DC CU’s ever darker, grittier, and more isolated borderline sociopath is failing because he lacks these things.  

 And it’s also one of the reasons that the Lego Batman Movie remains so awesome.


God willing, I will be publishing fresh writing tips every week, so be sure to follow my blog and stay tuned for future advice and observations! 

Beanies and Negotiations (Part 2)

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

Part one here

Anon requests: Could you PLEASE do a second part for beanies and negotiations?! I loved it!!

Another part for beanies and negotiations! Puh-lease

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Archie observes Jughead and (Y/N)’s relationship, and realizes it’s not just his beanie that Jughead lets (Y/N) wear

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,033

A/N: ah you guys I’m so happy you’re enjoying my writing! I wasn’t planning on writing a second part for this piece, but since it was requested I wrote it for you guys. I was also gonna queue this and have it published later, but I’m so excited for you guys to read this! Enjoy!


Although he and Jughead had recently hit a rough patch in their relationship, Archie Andrews considered himself one of Jughead’s closest friends.  He also liked to believe that he knew his friend pretty well.  So when he saw (Y/N) roaming the halls wearing Jughead’s beanie, he was ecstatic.  He rushed through the school to find his friend.  In the lounge, Jughead stood with his arms crossed and raven hair exposed.

“Dude!” Archie exclaimed as he sauntered over to Jughead.  “Finally!”

“What are you talking about?” Jughead questioned, eyes narrowed.

“(Y/N), of course!” Archie answered.  “You asked her out, right?”  Jughead shifted and uncrossed his arms.

“No,” he scoffed, but his voice wavered a bit.  “Why would you think that?”

“Because she’s wearing your beanie,” Archie stated like it was obvious.  “The last time you took that thing off is when you proposed to her when we were six.”

“We were six,” Jughead emphasized, slightly leaning forward.

“But you like her,” Archie said.  Jughead opened his mouth to reply, but no smart remarks came out.  Instead, he closed his mouth and looked away from Archie, sighing.  “Ask her out, man.”  Pursing his lips, Jughead shook his head and walked away.  Archie sighed and turned around, spotting Veronica and Betty waving at him.

“Archie!” Veronica called, beckoning him over.  He moved to the couch they were sitting at and stood in front of the two girls.

“Yes?”

“You’ve seen (Y/N) wearing Jughead’s hat, too, right?” she asked.  Archie nodded.

“I don’t get it though,” he said.  “He never takes that thing off.  I asked Jughead if he asked her out, but he said no.  I figured she’d be wearing it because of that, since last time she wore Jughead’s beanie-”

“He proposed to her,” Betty finished, and Archie nodded.  All three of them simultaneously sighed.

“God he looked so smitten yesterday,” Veronica groaned.  Archie sent her a questioning look.  “Betty and I were at Pop’s yesterday, and we saw Jughead and (Y/N) there.  She had stolen his beanie and he was trying to get it back, but he was enjoying it. I swear he could barely contain his smile.”

“Yeah,” Betty smiled in agreement.  “They’re both smitten.”


Archie, Betty, and Veronica thought that the beanie incident was a one-time thing.  However, they were proven wrong when they spotted (Y/N) sitting in Pop’s wearing Jughead’s jacket a week later.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Veronica greeted, sitting down next to her.  “Where’s Jughead?”

“Working at the drive-in tonight,” (Y/N) answered, smiling.  Betty and Archie slid into the booth seat across from them.  

“Is that Jughead’s jacket?” Archie bluntly asked.  (Y/N) looked down at what she was wearing.

“Oh crap!” she exclaimed. “I forgot to give this back to him!” Veronica smirked.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you holding onto it for a bit,” she laughed, causing (Y/N) to smile and nod.

“Why’d he give it to you in the first place?” Betty inquired.  (Y/N) bit her lip.

“We were walking home from school, and I had forgotten my jacket at home.  I was shivering, and Jug insisted that I took his,” she explained. Archie affectionately rolled his eyes, smirking.

“Smitten,” he mumbled under his breath.


The next incident was two weeks later at a football game.  (Y/N) had promised her friends that she would come to the game to support them, and she managed to drag Jughead along with her.  Archie smirked when he saw them sitting together in the stands, knowing that it probably wasn’t too hard for (Y/N) to convince Jughead to come.

After the game, (Y/N) and Jughead got off the bleachers and walked over to the field where Archie, Betty, and Veronica were standing.

“You guys were all great tonight!” (Y/N) complimented, beaming at her friends.  They all smiled in gratitude, when suddenly Archie furrowed his eyebrows.

“Is that-” he paused for a moment, contemplating how to phrase his question.  “Is that a new flannel?”  Betty and Veronica shot him confused looks, whereas Jughead and (Y/N)’s fidgeted as their cheeks grew red.

“Uh, nope,” (Y/N) awkwardly laughed.  “It’s Jughead’s actually.”

“What?” Betty and Veronica exclaimed at the same time.  Archie suppressed a smirk.

“It was raining before,” (Y/N) stated, and Archie noticed Jughead refusing to make eye contact with him, “and we got drenched because neither of us had an umbrella.  Jughead had a dry flannel and let me wear it.” She shrugged at the end of her explanation, playing with the sleeves of Jughead’s flannel.  Archie was tempted to ask (Y/N) why she didn’t just change into some of her own clothes, but he decided not to for her and Jughead’s sakes. Betty and Veronica shared a knowing glance.  Finally, Archie managed to catch Jughead’s eye.  He smirked and Jughead rolled his eyes, but the small smile on his face didn’t go unnoticed by Archie.


Archie would have completely missed the last incident if it wasn’t for Veronica.  Some weeks later they were sitting at lunch with (Y/N), waiting for Betty and Jughead to arrive at their table.

“(Y/N), that sweater is really big on you,” Veronica noted, critiquing her outfit.  “Please tell me you didn’t just buy that.”  (Y/N) smiled bashfully.

“No,” she responded, “I’ve had it lying in my room for a while.  Figured I should put it to use.”  Veronica scrunched up her nose.

“You shouldn’t have. Not to be rude, girl, but green is not your color.”

“Oh well,” (Y/N) laughed. “I’ll remember that next ti-”

“That’s Jughead’s, isn’t it?” Archie interrupted.  (Y/N) bit her lip and pulled the sweater sleeves over her hands.

“Maybe,” she mumbled, looking down into her lap.  Archie and Veronica smirked.

“You know what, (Y/N)?” Veronica said.  “Never mind what I just said.  That does suit you.”  (Y/N)’s cheeks grew bright red.

“Oh god, guys,” she moaned, but they could hear the smile in her face.  Jughead and Betty soon walked over to the table and joined the group.  During their lunch, Archie would occasionally glance over at Jughead and (Y/N).  He frequently saw one staring at the other.  Smiling at his friends, Archie couldn’t fathom how neither of them realize how smitten they were with each other.  

It all started with that damn beanie.

Part 3 here   Part 4 here

hannahtheladybug  asked:

Hi! I love your blog soooooooo much! I was wondering if you know any good fluffy slow burns? Thanks!

WOW! Thanks for all these requests! I looove slow burn fics, they give me life! Let me know if you think I missed some!

Originally posted by shiruba-tsuki


Slow Burn


Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya, Explicit, 197k
A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries. Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be. Oh, man, do these boys not communicate their feelings! Seriously one of the best fics I have ever read in ANY fandom. Love this fic so much.

starstruck by shizuoh, Teen, 58k
(in which yuuri is a simple barista, viktor is a famous movie star, and yuri is an 8 year old kid stuck in the middle of it.) SO good!

What Fades On The Ice by KasumiChou, Gen, 54k
Yuuri Katsuki was a living legend in the skating world. A living legend that depended on anti-depressants and anti-anxiety tablets to survive. Viktor Nikiforov was a young ‘up-and-coming’ skater who was determined to convince his idol to coach him after an extremely bad result at his last competition.How will Yuuri survive the hurricane that is Viktor Nikiforov? Very angsty!

Bear Your Soul on the Ice by SassySalchow (diedraechin), Mature, 118k (WIP)
At age fourteen, Katsuki Yuuri had been determined to be Japan’s next great figure skating hope, but with no coach that would never happen, so his ballet instructor packs him up off to Russia to train with Yakov Feltsman. The Yakov Feltsman, otherwise known as the coach to rising figure skating star – and Yuuri’s idol – Viktor Nikiforov. AMAZING!

You Can’t Plan for Everything by RivDeV, Explicit, 138k (WIP)
Yuuri forgets that he has a scheduled heat coming up until it’s just a couple weeks away. He scrambles to get everything ready in time, including deciding whether he’ll spend it alone or with someone. Victor only wants to help. A/B/O rec’d to me by my followers!

Tantalus, Reaching by chellethewriter, Teen, 
A retelling of the series that chronicles how a five-time Grand Prix champion might attempt to woo a somewhat oblivious Japanese figure skater.

Nerve Endings by Phyona, Explicit, 51k (WIP)
When Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg, they have to work through Yuuri’s anxiety and Victor’s secrets to find their balance. LOVE!

rekindling by fan_nerd, Mature, 9.1k
Victor stands on Yuuri’s doorstep in the pouring rain with a bouquet of flowers. It’s the middle of the night. The tall man is out of breath, soaking wet, and his eyes are red. Yuuri sighs, letting his ex-boyfriend in like the sympathetic fool that Victor knows he is. “What are you doing here?” He hurries to catch his breath and reply, but his mouth is dry. Victor doesn’t exactly have an answer to that question. I love this so much??? Amazing fic!

not gold like in your dreams by ebenroot, Teen, 49k (WIP)
In which Victor and Yuuri are roommates and Yuuri has a secret. WOW!

matched by bigspoonnoya, Explicit, 52k
Viktor Nikiforov considers himself an excellent matchmaker, but there’s one love life he can’t seem to get right: his own. AMAZIN

and I feel life (for the very first time) by smudgesofink, Teen, 10k
In which Victor helps Yuuri with his skating, but Yuuri helps Victor find himself again.

cover story by fan_nerd, Explicit, 8.2k
Yuuri stares down at the person standing in the doorway. The stranger hisses, “Who do you think you are, anyways?” Quickly, before he can really think about it, Yuuri responds, “I’m Victor’s boyfriend.” It’s a lie, but the words feel good in his mouth, and for some reason, he doesn’t want to take them back. Such a good one shot!

Dancing Daffodils by grayclouds, Mature, 51k (WIP)
“As Love gently wipes away the tears that trail down his cheeks something within Victor quakes, its tremors resonating throughout his entire being like a deafening echo. He is in the arms of a god.” BIG THUMBS UP!

offer me) that Deathless Death by melonbug, Teen, 19k (WIP) **Major character death
It was the curse he and his family were fated to: Death would come for him the moment he turned eighteen, and he could only hope the flimsy wards passed down through the generations would protect him. But Death always won eventually, Death would snatch him up as he had all of his ancestors.But somehow he wasn’t what Yuuri had expected. He was a constant presence in his life, barely there. A vigilant spectator to his burgeoning skating career, a gray haired man with a soft expression who found him again and again, waiting for him to let his guard down, but becoming something more, over time.

Beside the Dancing Sea by lily_winterwood, MapleTreeway Explicit, 186k
New York Times-bestselling author Viktor Nikiforov arrives in the sleepy seaside town of Torvill Cove to cure his writer’s block. After encountering local wallflower Yuuri Katsuki at a party, he discovers that this mysterious dark-haired man has a couple secrets up his sleeve. And Viktor will be damned if he doesn’t find out just what those secrets are. LOVE this fic!

Until You Return to Me by BatMads, Teen, 113k
Yuuri and Victor are in St. Petersburg together at last, but when Yuuri has difficulty adjusting to the transition and tragedy strikes, it seems as though they may be separated forever. Now they struggle to find their way back to each other when the universe seems to conspire against a happy ending. So angsty omgomg

Everything on Fire by SakanatoAi, Teen, 28k (WIP)
In an alternate universe where the physical closeness between two soulmates is measured by body temperature, Yuuri Katsuki and Victor Nikiforov have spent their entire lives chasing after fleeting moments of warmth. As they grow older, their actions begin to draw them towards each other in a blind search for their anonymous soulmate, and the eventual release from the relentless cold which will be granted by their union.

The Boyfriend Experience by cryingoverspilledvodka, Explicit, 119k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri is an accomplished escort at 23, operating under the pseudonym Eros, in Detroit. When one of his favourite clients sets him up with none other than world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, the delicate balance between Yuuri’s personal and professional life teeters ever closer towards ruin. Such a great fic!

Like a Fairytale by lucycamui, Teen, 63k (WIP)
In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his ‘Cinderella’ Yuuri. VERY cute!

November’s Secret by LanaBerry, Mature, 23k (WIP)
Overwhelmed with anxiety and his fear of failing, Yuuri faces the issue of if he should continue skating. His best friend, Yuko, proposes a solution - if no one knows it’s you, then it’s less embarrassing, right? Yuuri begins to create a completely new disguise and persona.But it works a little too well.Before he knows it, Yuuri has become the biggest mystery of the skating world and everyone wants to know who he is. Especially Viktor Nikiforov, the idol he’s been loosely basing his new persona on for years. Ahh I love this!

how the mighty fall (in love) by braveten, Teen, 28k
Every Victor Nikiforov fan has three things in common.
1. They have unrealistic expectations for romance.
2. They mark their calendars with the dates of his newest book releases and the premieres of his latest movie adaptations.
3. They either passionately hate or love his greatest rival, a mysterious author whose pseudonym is only two letters: “KY.” Lots of mutual pining!

Aria: Stammi Vicino, Non Te Ne Andare by exile_wrath, Teen, 34k (WIP)
The tale of Yuuri Katsuki, who never ages and never dies and has lived frozen in time for centuries, and his attempts to keep his adopted son from killing the new guest. Such an amazing immortal AU!

pas de deux by intertwingular, Gen, 24k (WIP)
in which yuuri, premier dansuer and four time usa international ballet competition gold medalist, ends up teaching yurio ballet, and viktor is just the slightest bit smitten. Very sweet!

fire on ice by indianchai, Teen, 15k (WIP)
Everyone in the world had some sort of affinity with one of the four elements; the proper term was elemental affinity– whether they were best suited with fire, water, earth, or air.All figure skaters were water users. Never in the history of the sport was there professional ice skater that didn’t have water as their elemental affinity. Katsuki Yuri had a well-guarded secret that he can’t have anyone find out about.

I don’t know how to title

So, this took me way longer than I thought. Oops. This is a prompt fic for @stephaniebithell 

I hope you like it. I’ve never actually written Voltron before. Or any kind of battle. So, go easy on me.


“WATCH OUT!” Keith’s voice cried out through the Blue Lion’s speakers. Checking his screens, Lance had to pull hard to the left, just barely missing the laser coming at him. The laser would have smashed into the cockpit if he hadn’t moved, and Lance let out a small huff of breath, relieved.

“That was a close call, Lance.” Shiro berated gently, “You need to be more careful, alright?”

Lance nodded before cracking a smile. “Come on, Shiro! Careful is my middle name!”

Hunk cut in, confusion evident in his voice, “I thought your middle name was Alejandro?”

Laughter echoed over the coms, and Lance pouted, whining, “Hunk, buddy! Who’s side are you on, man?”

Dodging another laser, Hunk replied, “The one where all of us get out of this alive? Does that count?” He dodged a few more lasers, firing a few shots of his own, panting slightly.

“Hunk’s got a point, guys,” Shiro reminded them. “Can the chatter, those lasers are still coming.” There was acknowledgement from all the other paladins, and Shiro sighed in relief. “Alright, here’s the plan. Lance, Hunk, you guys hang further back, try to pick them off from a distance. Stop anything that gets past us. Keith, Pidge, your lions are faster and smaller, I need you covering me. Take out the little guys. Black and I will target those turrets. Understood?” Confirmation came from the others, and everyone moved into position.

Everything went well for several minutes. Shiro had knocked out all but two of the turrets, and Lance and Hunk’s teamwork had destroyed at least a dozen big cruisers and battleships. Some of the larger ships had started to retreat, and Lance and Hunk targeted those as well. As one was coming up on Lance’s left, he saw Green, down and to his far right, with a small ion cannon pointed right at its flank. Making a split-second decision, Lance turned his lion and fired, taking out the ion cannon and saving Pidge. He started to turn back to his original position, but he was too late. Before he could react, a laser cut straight through his hull, sending poor Blue tumbling. Lance was strapped in, so he stayed in place, but as the others’ yells came over the com, a piece of debris slammed into the back of his head, and everything went black.


When Lance came to, the battle was over. Black was towing Blue down to the planet’s surface, where the castle and the planet’s inhabitants were waiting. As he came back to his senses, Lance began to hear the others.

“Lance! Kiddo, can you hear me?”

“Lance, buddy! Come on, tuagane, wake up, man!”

“Lance, you big doofus! Wake up!” (“Pidge!” “Sorry.”)

“LANCE! Lance, please! Dammit, Lance! Wake up! Talk to me!”

Finally, finally, Lance could move a little. “Ugh…. Keith?”

To Lance’s aching head, it was as though a full orchestra had exploded onto the coms.

“Alright, Lance! You’re okay!”

“You asshole! Don’t do that to me ever again, you hear me?!” (“Pidge! Language!”)

Hunk was now blubbering incoherently, Pidge was raging, and Keith was strangely silent. Just as the noise was getting to be too much, Shiro’s voice cut through the mayhem, muffling everything else like a blanket, “Lance. Are you okay? Can you answer me? You were out for a while, buddy. I need to know if you’re okay.”

Lance took several deep breaths, settling the nausea his headache was causing, before answering softly, “I-. I think I’m okay, guys. I have a killer headache, and I’m a little nauseous and light-headed, but I’m okay. Might have a concussion, though.” With that, most of his energy spent, he slumped back into his seat.

“Okay, Lance,” Shiro breathed. “Do you think you can stay awake for me for a few minutes? We’re almost back to the castle. I’m sure you’re really tired, but if you can put off sleeping for just a couple of minutes, I want Coran to check you over in person. They’ve already got a pod waiting and everything. Can you do that, kiddo?” Lance murmured an assent, and Shiro let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. “Alright, buddy. Thank you.”

Shiro looked at his monitors. The landing was coming up. “Alright, buddy, we’re right there. I’m going to put you down now, in 3 – 2 – 1.” With that, the blue lion was placed very gently on the ground next to the other three lions, which had already landed. Once Blue’s jaw opened, Hunk and Coran rushed inside, while Shiro landed Black. By the time Shiro had left the cockpit, Lance was out of his lion, and Allura was talking to the natives, Keith beside her.

Shiro went to Lance first. Looking Lance over, he glanced to Coran. “Coran, how is he? He was out for at least fifteen minutes.”

Coran smiled gently. “He’ll be just fine, number one. A few vargas in a pod and he’ll be good as new.”

“Thank you, Coran. Hunk, will you help him?”

“You don’t even have to ask.” With a small smile, Hunk pulled one of Lance’s arms over his shoulder and started moving towards the castle. Coran followed.

Now that he knew Lance was safe, Shiro could deal with the natives. Or, more accurately, deal with Keith, who looked to be one wrong word away from pulling out his bayard. As Shiro came closer to the group, he started to hear some of the conversation.

“-yes, you’ve said that the boy’s role is to be the blue paladin, but what else does he even do? What does he contribute? From what I saw, all he did was hang back for most of the fight, and make jokes for the rest of it!” Ah. Now he was starting to understand Keith’s murderous expression. Not to mention the low, continuous growl coming from Blue.

Allura cut him off. “It is not your place to question not just my choice of paladins, but the choices of the lions themselves. The blue lion chose Lance, and as such-“

“Princess Allura, I meant no disrespect, to you or the lions. I was simply concerned. Voltron is the universe’s only real hope of stopping the Galran Empire, and if its members are not efficient, perhaps-“

Shiro cut in, mouth a hard line, shoulders tense, as he stopped Keith from doing anything rash. “If you know about the joking, then you were listening to the coms. If you were paying attention, you would have noticed that I gave the order for the blue and yellow lions to hang back. Those two lions are larger, and therefore slower, but their weapons are strong. In this situation, they were much better suited for stopping the larger ships, and picking off stragglers. Lance especially works best at a distance. He’s the best shooter we have. Long-distance is his forte. Those assignments were the most efficient use of our resources.” The native was about to interrupt again, and Shiro bit out “On top of all of that, Lance was injured defending your planet. You would do well to remember that, and to show him the respect he deserves.”

When he was done, Shiro turned to Keith. Keith was still seething. “Shiro, did you hear what he was saying about Lance?”

“I heard him, Keith.”

“Lance could have died, Shiro! And that guy was treating him like a waste of space. Space garbage!”

“I know that, Keith.” Shiro’s voice was strained. He was angry, too, but there was nothing they could do.

“I’m gonna go back over there and teach that guy a lesson-“ Keith started to turn back around, bayard in hand, but was spun around by Shiro’s hand on his shoulder.

“You can’t attack the guy, Keith. He’s a diplomat. Let Allura handle it.”

“Can’t I just punch him in the face?” Keith pleaded.

“NO, Keith.”

“What if I just break his nose a little?”

“I said, NO, Keith.” Shiro spun to face him. “We can’t do anything. Allura can handle it. Now let’s go back to the castle. Lance will be healed in a few hours. I saw how anxious you were. I know you want to see him. And when he wakes up, I’m sure he’ll want to see you, too.” With that, Keith relaxed, sighing in defeat, and went on to the castle.

Shiro stood there for a moment, composing himself, before moving in the same direction. Before he got there, he heard one last parting shot. “You know,” the native drawled, excessively loud, “if the so-called blue paladin were a better pilot, he wouldn’t have been hurt in the first place-“

CRUNCH. Before anyone could move, Shiro snapped. He had rushed back, pulled back a fist, and slammed it straight into the obnoxious native’s nose. Without a word, Shiro wiped the blood off his hand onto the man’s shirt, and walked straight back into the castle. The look on that jerk’s face was definitely worth the difficulty Allura had negotiating an alliance several days later, and when Lance woke up, his laughter over the story gave Keith the brightest smile Shiro had seen on his face in years.


If you guys want me to write what happened in between when Lance was unconscious, let me know.

It'll Last Longer (Bucky Barnes x Reader) One-Shot

It’ll Last Longer: After being gifted a Polaroid camera, Bucky becomes infatuated with taking pictures. Reader finds out that Bucky likes to take pictures of her, leading them to discovering Bucky’s camera kink.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minor kink shaming. Minior humiliation. Come play. Camera kink. Extremely NSFW!



When Steve brought Bucky to the tower for the first time, you were curious about him. He was a bit reclusive. When you held out your hand for him to shake, he stared at it as if it were some kind of deadly insect. The man hardly looked at you more than twice after that. Steve assured you that Bucky did like you, it was just going to take some time for him to get used to being around females.

“He hasn’t seen a dame that wasn’t running for their life since back in the day,” he explained.

You understood completely, figuring if you just gave the poor guy some distance, he’d come around at some point. It was only the first day, so it was no big deal. You made sure to give him a smile each time you saw him and even exchanged good mornings at breakfast. It took a while, but he began coming out of his shell bit by bit.

However, nine months into his stay at the tower, Bucky still wasn’t ready to go on missions yet.

There were days when he was stuck at the tower by himself with absolutely nothing to do. He watched movies on Netflix, worked out in the magnificent gym, and even tried drawing like Steve did. But the boredom was becoming unbearable. That’s when Steve took it upon himself to get his best friend a hobby.

“What is this?” Bucky asks, curiously fiddling with the device in his hands.

“It’s a camera. Y/N used to have one growing up, so I figured you’d like it.”

Steve took the camera from his friend’s hands and turned it towards him. After a bright flash, the mechanical sound of the picture printing made Bucky’s eyes widen with shock. They watched as the small Polaroid picture ejected from the camera.

“Holy shit!” he gawked as he stared down at the camera.

“Language, Buck.” Steve laughed and tossed the camera back to him.


The camera became Bucky’s new obsession.

He began snapping pictures of small things at first. He got ones of the birds as they flew over the roof of the tower, he got some of Steve as he polished his shield in the armory, and he even managed to get some of Tony’s suits in his lab.

As time went on, and he came out of his shell bit by bit, he began taking pictures of the team (with their permission of course.).

Everyone had gotten used to the small mechanical sounds of his Polaroid camera. He had a small collection of his team mates covering the walls of his room.

The ones of Sam consisted of the man doing everyday things like playing video games or singing along to Marvin Gaye. His favorite was the one he snapped of him wearing his wings right before a mission. His back was turned, the lighting casting a shadow over the mechanical wings, making it look like it belonged in some action movie poster.

The ones of Nat were mostly of her outside. He thought the sun made her hair look fiery and complimented her skin perfectly. He got some of her lounging by the pool as she read a book. Some were of her doing yoga on one of the mats by a large window in the gym. His favorite was the one he took a couple weeks ago; she and Steve were at the park and he managed to catch a photo of them kissing secretively. Bucky still smiles every time he sees it.

The ones of Clint consist of the archer doing the dorkiest things. There were far too many ones of him aiming one of his arrows at one of the team members, making silly faces behind their backs. There was some of him playing guitar hero dramatically and even one of him trying to balance a vast amount of graham crackers on his forehead; that one was Bucky’s personal favorite.

The ones he got of Wanda, usually Vision was there with her, and so he just combined the two of theirs into one section in his room. Most of their pictures consisted of them cooking in the kitchen (Vision finally learned how to properly make paprika!) with the two covered in flour and laughing. There was some of Vision by himself, putting together the many puzzles he owned or helping Tony in the lab. The ones of Wanda consisted of the woman sculpting clay with her powers (which became a hobby of her own.) and covered in various colors of paint from head to toe.

Somehow, he was able to get some selfies from Thor when he came down from Asgard. He got some of the demi god placing his hammer on Steve’s shield with Steve struggling underneath it. His favorite was the one he got of him calling Heimdall to open the portal.

The ones of Tony were almost always from afar. He still wasn’t comfortable with the man just yet, but that didn’t stop him from snapping a few pics of him as he tinkered away in his garage. And he has one of the men secretly playing the grand piano in his basement. He made sure to hide that one.

Out of all the pictures he had in his room, he found that the ones of you took up the most space. And for a totally valid reason. Bucky would take it to the grave if he had to.

He was a little bit obsessed with you. Just a little bit.

Some of the pictures of you consisted of you working out. He found you the most beautiful when you simply weren’t trying to be. Your eyebrows were drawn together in focus, your hair was pulled back into a messy pony tail, and you were completely unaware of your natural beauty. The other half were of you in your combat suit before a mission. There was something about your pre-mission aura that made you look amazing. You were standing next to Steve during a mission briefing, your eyes were focused on the paper in front of you. There were some of you doing your make up in the mirror of your bedroom, your hair in rollers as you applied a coat of mascara that you really didn’t need.

On top of all that, Bucky Barnes had a secret that nobody knew. He had an entire separate collection of Polaroids of you hidden in a small box underneath his bed and they were for his own eyes only. Steve had been the only one to notice that majority of the pictures Bucky took of you were ones in which you were wearing less clothing than usual. He nearly had a heart attack when the blond brought it up one day. But being the pure, wholesome soul Steve was, Bucky was able to argue that the pictures were taken in the summertime.

In the hidden box, there were various photos.

Some were of you in the swimming pool, wearing your bikini. The first picture was your breasts, he didn’t even bother to get your face into the shot. It was the first day of summer and it was your day off. The next picture was taken seconds later, but the shot was of your ass as you reached for the beer Nat was handing you. The material of the bottoms hugged around your curves amazingly, how could he not snap a picture?

The third photo was the main source of Bucky’s masturbating material, as it was a photo of you lying on one of the lounge chairs. The position Bucky was in gave him a perfect view of your clothed crotch. Your feet were planted on the chair, giving him the opportunity to snap the picture and slip it into his back pocket.

There was a second group of pictures from the one time the power went out during a thunderstorm, causing everything to shut down, even the water. Luckily for him, you were in the middle of a shower and had to step out into the common room wearing only a towel. He just HAD to get a picture of that. There were only two: One of you sitting on one of the stools. He purposely chose to sit on the couch to get a view of your slightly open legs, but alas, you crossed them as soon as he sat. The second one was of you crossing your arms over your chest, unknowingly causing your breasts to push up.

The third stack was taken during a Halloween party that Tony was throwing. You decided to come dressed up a Little Red Riding Hood, wearing a rather revealing corset and skirt that showed off your legs. The entire night, Bucky stealthily followed you around, snapping picture after picture of you. There were some that he was able to get up your skirt as you re crossed your legs or bent over. He got some of your breasts as you leaned over the pool table and some of your mouth as you bit into one of the candy apples Wanda made. Steve couldn’t figure out why Bucky was grinning like an idiot as he walked back to his room after the party. To sum it up, Bucky had a very good time in his room that night.

There was the downside of it all, though.

Bucky was taking inappropriate pictures of you without your permission. When it all came down to it, he was technically a peeping tom. It was wrong, but he couldn’t find it in him to stop, not matter how perverted it was. It was almost like an addiction. He longed to finally get a picture of you completely exposed and vulnerable. It was his biggest fantasy.

But honestly, he would be terrified if you somehow ever found out about his little perverted game.


Tony was perhaps the dumbest smart person you’ve ever known.

One of the greatest minds in the twenty first century, somehow managed to ‘accidentally’ cause a malfunction in one of his suits, causing it to explode in his workshop. The same workshop that was right next to the giant air conditioning unit, causing the entire tower’s air conditioning to go out in the middle of July.

You were in the common area, trying to read one of your beloved Harry Potter books, despite the scorching heat coming from outside. You tried to go swimming, but that only made it worse, hence the sun was still directly beaming on you. Giving up, you toweled off and plopped onto the couch, flipping through your book.

After a while of flipping through the book, you got the sudden feeling of someone watching you. It was probably nothing, as you were the only person on the floor. You focused back on the words of your book, scanning the paragraph for the place you left off.

No matter how hard you tried to ignore it, it never went away. In fact, it only got stronger. Glancing up from your book, you caught the sight of Bucky Barnes watching you intently from the small kitchen area. The way he was positioned, the average person wouldn’t have been able to spot him, but you had grown used to his stealth.

Setting your book down, you gave him a smile. How long had he been there? Bucky was a pretty cool guy from your encounters, but this was creeping you out a bit. He blinked a few times, before pretending to do something. Unsure of how else to handle the situation, you went back to your book, ignoring the intense gaze from the kitchen.

After finishing your book, you closed it and rolled onto your back. The bikini top you wore tightened around your chest, but you couldn’t find yourself to care the slightest bit. You sighed, staring up at the ceiling. You really, really, missed the air conditioning.

For the second time that day, you felt the feeling of being watched creep its way into your mind. The sound of footsteps alerted you that you weren’t alone in the living room any more.

“Why don’t you take a picture, Barnes?” you tease, smirking. “It’ll last longer.”

Turning your head to the side, you caught the sight of Bucky peering down at you from behind the couch. In his hand was the small Polaroid camera you’d seen quite a bit. Trailing your eyes down his body, you noticed how handsome he was. Those darn super soldiers…

“I already have some of you,” his voice is soft, yet reluctant. Each one of his words were chosen carefully, you could sense it. “You’re just…very photogenic. I can’t help but admire.”

You’ve been called a lot of things by past boyfriends and lovers. Hot, sexy, etc.; but there was something about being called photogenic by Bucky that made your heart flutter and a blush break out on your cheeks. You sat up, propping yourself on your elbows.

“Photogenic?” you ask. He nods, eyes trailing down your body. “That’s one I haven’t heard before.” It was meant as a joke, but you both knew it was the truth.

“If it’s alright with you,” he says, holding the camera up for you to see. “Can I….take some pictures of you?”

The question catches you off guard.

You knew he took some snaps of you now and then, but he was technically asking you for a photoshoot now. You knew he wouldn’t post them or anything – he barely could operate the remote for the TV.

“Alright,” you say, standing and walking over to him. 

“Where do you want me?”


It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be.

You were in the pool, floating around on Clint’s little duck floaty as Bucky snapped picture after picture of you. It was almost as if you were some A-list celebrity. You felt like Marilyn Monroe without the extra craziness that came along with it. It was flattering, to say the least.

“Is this okay?” you asked him as you took a sip from your beer.

“It’s perfect,” he says, snapping another picture. “You look gorgeous.”

He looked like a kid at Christmas. Maybe he was just excited that someone had took an interest in his hobby? He always got that way when Steve asked him about his pictures.

After a couple of hours, you began to grow tired. The beaming sun on your body mixed with your hands turning wrinkly were draining you and Bucky had run out of film. He had used an entire roll; scattered all around him from his lap and onto the concrete were pictures of you.

“You said you had more of those,” you mention, peering up at him. He hums a yes while taking a sip of his own beer. You can’t help but stare at his jawline. Man, you could cut diamonds on that thing. “Can you show me?” His eyes light up at your words.

“Anything for you, doll.” He grins, setting the beer down and helping you out of the pool.

You’d always wanted to see this so called collection that Steve talked about. He said that Bucky had a whole wall dedicated

to it. You had to see this for yourself.

Bucky’s room wasn’t as dark and gloomy as you thought it would be. In fact, it was pretty well decorated.

The first thing you caught was the Polaroid’s, which covered an entire wall. You gaped, standing in front of it. There were pictures of everyone doing all sorts of things.

You saw one taken on Sam’s birthday; Clint had smashed some cake into his face. You saw another taken of Peter, who was dangling upside down on a web, grinning at the camera. You giggled when you saw one of Nat as she was angrily swatting at the camera, her face covered in a facial mask. There was even one of Vision giving the camera a thumbs up as he stirred whatever he was cooking.

But the one that caught your eye the most was a peculiar one on his desk. If you hadn’t of glanced there, you wouldn’t have noticed it in the first place. Moving the random book that covered half of it, you held it up so that you could get a better look.

And you weren’t sure if you should’ve done that.

It was a Polaroid of you a couple months back. You had spilled a glass of soda on your white sleeping shirt during movie night and your nipples were almost visible through the material.

Thinking back to that night, you remembered that there wasn’t anyone else in the kitchen with you either. How did he even get that pi-

Before you could react, Bucky snatched the Polaroid from your hand and held it behind his back defensively.

“What…how did….why?” you stuttered. If he’d taken one picture like this, there surely must’ve been more, right? He was far too skilled when it came to it.

Bucky stared down at the floor shamefully.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” he says quietly. You frown.

“Find out what?” You ask, glancing back at the photos. “That you’re taking perverted pictures of me?”

“That’s not what this is, I swear!” he cried. “I like you, Y/N. A lot, actually. I didn’t know how to approach you. I’m not used to being around…women.”

“But Nat…”

“Nat’s well….she’s Nat,” he says with a nervous chuckle. One that he immediately stops when he sees your eyes grow colder. “She’s not really a traditional dame, if you catch my drift. She’s like one of the guys.”

You had no idea what to say. You were frustrated, not because you were embarrassed, but because somehow, deep in that dirty little mind of yours, you found this to be the sweetest thing. But you couldn’t figure out if it was because it was Bucky, or because it was the situation. You were utterly confused.

You stood in front of Bucky, holding the picture in your hands. 


“This has got to be the creepiest…” you began. His face fell into a frown. “….cutest thing anyone has ever done for me, Bucky.” You placed the picture back into his hand and placed a small kiss on his lips.

“What do you say we take some more? Maybe without all these clothes on?”

His eyes nearly shot out of his head at how wide they were. You watched his face as you reached behind your back and slowly undid the bikini top and dropped it onto the floor. His mouth fell open at the sight of your bare chest. You licked your lips before crashing them onto his. His hands felt their way to your hips, hooking underneath the bottoms of your bikini and tugging them down your thighs forcefully. Once he rid them from you, he gave your behind a playful swat. You moaned into his mouth. He pulled away, staring down at you with darkened eyes. This was far better than any picture he could’ve taken.

“C’mere,” he says, gently pushing you back onto the bed. He picked your legs and spread them wide, setting both your feet on the bed. You felt so exposed and it was the hottest thing you’ve experienced so far. You rested your hands on your stomach as you patiently waited for Bucky. The sound of clicking was the only thing audible as he replaced the film in his camera.

“Okay, doll,” his Brooklyn accent now, and it sent a wave of arousal to your core.

You picked your head up and peer up at him. He held the camera in his hands, but his eyes were glued between your legs. You could feel yourself dripping onto the comforter, just imagine how it must’ve looked to Bucky.

He cleared his throat before looking back into your eyes. “Can you spread your legs for me?” he asks.

You can’t help but giggle at how chivalrous he was even when he was horny. You nod, spreading your legs farther apart, giving him a full view of your pussy. You could hear his breath stutter, he cursed under his breath.

“Like this?” you ask innocently, sliding your hand down your body until your fingers are resting on your lips, spreading them apart. Bucky lets out a small groan at the sight and nods.

“That’s perfect, angel.” He says, looking into the camera and pressing the little red button on the side. You watched as the picture slipped out of the camera and onto Bucky’s hand. Setting it on the dresser, he turned back to you with a grin.

“You look so fucking beautiful, Y/N,” he says, leaning down and pecking your lips. “Can you try something else for me?”

“I’ll do whatever you want, darling.” You didn’t mean to sound so desperate, but you couldn’t help it. You were being showered with affection and compliments, you were lost in Bucky at the moment. 


Bucky held the camera with his flesh hand and brought his metal one to your mouth. His fingers brushed your bottom lip, running along the pink flesh. “Can you get these nice and wet for me, sweetie?” you groan at the nickname and take two of his fingers into your mouth, lapping them up with your tongue.

Bucky watched you as you did, licking his lips hungrily. Pulling them out, he leaned forward and pecked your cheek. “That’s my girl.”

Leaning back between your legs, he slowly ran his fingers along the slit of your core, making sure your lips were spread. He placed the camera between your legs and pressed red the button again.

“Fuck,” you whispered. His metal fingers were cold, but you didn’t mind. They felt amazing.

You began grinding your hips into them, eager for some kind of friction. Bucky smiled down at you, one that showed nothing but pure admiration.

“You want my fingers, honey? Is that it?” he asks. You nod furiously.

“Please, Bucky.” Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head when he inserted his first finger into you. But it wasn’t nearly enough. You needed more.

Placing the camera back between your legs, he added another finger; earning a moan from you. Clicking the red button, you let out another moan as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you faster. You grabbed onto his arms, spreading your legs even wider.

“Oh my god,” you whimper. His fingers began creating an obscene sound as they entered you over and over again. It was so damn filthy, but you fucking loved it.

Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his fingers from your dripping core, making you whine.

“We’re not done yet, doll,” he says. He placed the camera on the bed and slowly pulled the black boxers he wore down. You watched as they traveled down his toned thighs until they were nothing more than a heap of material on the floor.

He gripped his member in his flesh hand and slowly began pumping himself as he stared down at you. That’s when you got the brightest idea. Reaching beside you, you grabbed the camera and aimed it at Bucky and pressed the little red button. You turned the camera towards you and held the Polaroid in your fingers. You couldn’t see his face, but you could had a perfect view of his cock, leaking precum onto his hand. Smiling innocently, you placed the picture on the dresser.

“Y/N,” he smiled. “Did you just….?”

You reached forward and pulled him on top of you. You threaded your fingers in his hair and crashed his mouth onto yours. He let out a moan into the kiss, licking inside your mouth with his tongue. He tasted so damn good, just like you knew he would.

Your legs found themselves wrapped around his waist and you could feel him sliding across your heat. You reached down between the two of you and gripped his member, guiding it to your entrance.

“Not so fast, sugar,” he teased, reaching for the camera. He leaned back, aiming the camera between your bodies. He gripped himself once again and slid the head of his cock against your dripping hole. You threw your head back, letting out a cry of pleasure. You ached for him, yet he tortured you. It wasn’t fair.

The sound of the camera snapping pulled you back to reality.

“Bucky,” you hissed. “Enough already. Just fuck me!” He chuckled with amusement.

He slowly pressed the head inside of you, stretching your walls farther than they’ve ever been. It hurt, but it was amazing. His head fell onto your shoulder and he let out a shaky breath. He pulled out all the way and peered down between the two of you. The sight of his cock covered in your juices nearly made you orgasm right then.

Without telling you, he slammed his hips into yours, making you scream out in both pain and pleasure. His thrusts were brutal, causing the bed to slam against the wall. You wrapped your arms around him. His mouth found its way to your shoulder, biting gently onto the flesh. He felt so fucking good, you felt like you could cry.

Shifting his weight onto his knees, Bucky pulled your legs over his waist and began thrusting harder into your abused hole. Your head fell back onto the bed, you could feel your clit rubbing against his abdomen in such delicious way.

It was all too much for you. Your heart was hammering inside your chest, your body was trembling with pleasure. Bucky’s hands began kneading your breasts, pinching your nipples softly. He let out a loud groan as he felt the head of his cock hit your cervix. The sound of your skin hitting his filled the room, along with your screams.

“Bucky,” you cried. "I’m gonna come!”

He let out a shaky laugh, amused at how much you loved this, before grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. He gently sucked on your neck, nibbling into the delicate flesh.

You let out a scream as your orgasm ripped through your body. You dragged your nails down Bucky’s back, making him let out a gasp. His thrusts are becoming sloppy, you can feel him trembling against your body, but you’re too out of it to even care. You just came your brains out.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He growled into your ear. “Im gonna come.”

You gently pushed him away from you, he let out a whine. Placing a kiss on his cheek, you force him to stand. You kneel in front of him, opening your mouth for him.

Taking the hint, he grabbed the camera and aimed it at you, while pumping himself curiously with his metal hand.

He’s chanting your name over and over, thrusting into his fist and its the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen. You can’t wait to taste him.

FUCK Y/N!” He shouts, his orgasm ripping through him.

You lean closer as he coats ribbon after ribbon of come onto your mouth and breasts. It was a lot, far more than any of the few guys you’ve been with could produce. He tasted sweeter than them, too. You licked your lips, gathering some of it with your tongue.

You looked up at Bucky innocently, smiling at him.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this, Y/N.” he breathes. He lifted the camera and aimed it at you. With a nod, you smile seductively as he clicked the little red button.

Tossing the camera onto the bed, he helped you up from the floor and set you on his bed. Placing a kiss on your forehead, he ran to the bathroom. You could hear the faint sound of a faucet running. He made his way back to you, a small washcloth in hand and a sheepish smile on his lips.

He gently wiped your face, making sure nothing was left, before making his way to your chest.

“Y/N,” he says, breaking the silence. Your eyes met his.

“Yes, Bucky?” The corners of his mouth twitched at the sound of his name coming from your mouth.

I love you.” You can’t fight the grin that spreads on your face.

“I know,” you say, placing a kiss on his lips. “I love you, too.

- Fin!

We Got Married (M)

Originally posted by kthmyg

8.8k words. Arranged Marriage AU. Min Yoongi.

Warning: Fingering. Phone sex. ft Kim Namjoon.


It’s hilarious, laughable, pathetic even, how love could either build you or ruin you and yet knowing this, people still chase after it like the rise of golden light beyond the horizon, or the last drop of dew in twilight, or the flutter of that one coral blue butterflies in buttercup paved meadow.

It’s frightening, daunting, startling even, how love makes your hands clammy like you’re being interviewed by the very man who founded the big shot company you’ve applied to.

And it’s utterly, impossibly, unbelievable how love comes in many ways like a bump and a spill of coffee on crisp white shirt, or a brush of hands upon a dusty leather brown book spine or an envelope obtained from a mailbox on one’s way back from grocery shopping.

Well, that’s exactly what’s happening to Min Yoongi, second son to one of the well-known elite families in Seoul. Most of the time, he couldn’t care less about family matters; business deals, dinner with alien faces and empty conversations─ those things he’s entitled to attend with mildly bored eyes and champagne he’ll never finish in one hand. But this particular matter, he can’t just not care. One, because it directly concerns him (as if the cursive letter of his name engraved in bold black against crisp white isn’t enough indication). Two, because it’s from a certain someone in his family who he’s fond of.

Dear Yoongi,

Is written on the top of the not so neat written paper.

Son,

I know you might hate me for this.

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NHL!Bitty, Part IX - ‘Loose Lips Sink Ships’

(Alright, you guys voted for #2, so enjoy!)

Eric gets hit on in a hotel bar during All-Star weekend. For the first time in a long time, it’s not because he’s a famous hockey player.

It would be very flattering, except the man trying to seduce him works for Jack’s PR firm, and bro is playing fast and loose with some seriously confidential information. 

NHL!Bitty Masterpost!


It’s been a long, exhausting day. Between the flight, check-in, the press junket, the photo ops, all Eric wants is to get a little bit drunk with the guys, grab some dinner, and fool around in Jack’s hotel room. Hopefully in that order, but he’s open to fooling around whenever.

He must have a dopey smile on his face thinking about the debauchery he’s been looking forward to all week when he realizes someone is watching him from across the bar. 

Tall, nice hair, professional, and he’s looking at Eric, no, at the empty chair next to him. And he’s walking over. 

“Is this seat taken?”

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Sugar Baby Education 101: 7 Etiquette Habits

It is a big part of sugar baby’s lifestyle to be comfortable go out on dates with their SDs to high-end restaurants, opening galleries, charities, fundraisers, and balls. What most newbies do not know/lack is the proper etiquette habits. 

For those men who surround themselves with successful people 24/7, would be a big turn off to be with a young lady who does not know how to behave and know the unspoken rules in the public. It is important for all sugar babies to know how to act classy and elegant, take your time, don’t be in a rush, be sophisticated and be a mystery for your SD. 

When you are dating a millionaire, the right manners and ways of conducting yourself assume an even a greater importance since they indicate grooming and class – qualities which are important in the upper classes.

Here are a few tips on dating etiquette if you are seeing someone rich and successful and wish to come off as his/her ideal partner.

#1 How to Communicate

  • Not every thought that comes into your head should come out of your mouth. Vet your thoughts. Speaking your mind does not mean sharing every thought. Some thoughts are not appropriate and could cause irreparable damage to your relationships.
  • Never gossip. Most gossip is bad, negative and damages relationships.
  • Look everyone in the eye for no more than 5 seconds at a time, then divert your glance for another 5 seconds. Practice will turn this into a habit. 
  • Make eye contact with people you speak with.
  • Never criticize, condemn or complain about anyone to another relationship. It’s a giant red flag. People will assume that you are bad mouthing them and will try to stay away from forming any strong relationships with you.

#2 Focus on your partner

When dating a rich man , it is important to let them know you value the time and effort your partner is spending on you. And one of the best ways to do this is by being attentive to your date. Maintain steady eye contact with him and listen actively to what he has to say. Smile often and present a positive body language. Also avoid fiddling with our phone (do not take pictures of the food, take snapchat of yourself, etc. do not present yourself as immature girl.). Unless you’re on call at a high-pressure job, you have no excuse for frequently checking your PDA. Flashing expensive technology makes you look self-absorbed and immature. If you must take a call or check a text, apologize for being rude, and tell your date why it’s necessary.

#3 Eating Etiquette

Believe it or not, most people don’t know how to eat. In the adult world of the successful, you need to know how to eat at social settings. Let’s go down the list:

  • As soon as you sit in your chair take the napkin off the table and drape it over your lap.
  • Never begin eating until everyone has their meal.
  • Never chew with your mouth opened.
  • Never talk while you’re chewing your food.
  • Never dip any food you’re eating into a sauce everyone is using.
  • Don’t wolf down your food. Eat at the same pace as everyone else at the table.
  • Never hold a spoon, fork or knife with your fist.
  • Outside fork is for salads, inside fork for the meal.
  • Never make gestures while your utensils are in your hands.
  • Never reach for anything like salt and pepper. Always ask someone to pass things like that.
  • Don’t slouch at the table. Sit straight up.
  • After the meal, excuse yourself and go to the bathroom and make sure you don’t have any food in your teeth. Carry a toothpick or something similar in your wallet or purse wherever you go.
  • If your date orders, compliment his choices, whether it is his choice of dessert or the wine. At the end of the dinner, thank your partner for inviting you out and don’t leave it for the next day.Focus

#4 Dress Etiquette

When dating a millionaire, it is crucial to turn out in a classy and elegant manner. Adopt a personal style which highlights your best features and above all, get the basics of grooming right. Even though you may not be able to afford a Louis Vuitton handbag or a Cartier watch, ensure that whatever you are wearing is suits you and is appropriate for the occasion.

  • Work and Job Interviews – Some professions have special purpose clothing like construction, roadwork, electricians etc. If you work in an office, dress like your boss or your boss’s boss. In some offices it’s business casual, in others, it’s a suit and tie for men. For women its slacks, or skirts with open collars, heels or no heels are ok.
  • Weddings, Wakes, Funerals –  In most cases, this will be suit and tie for men. For women, it’s the same as work clothes but many women like to wear more formal gowns or a more stylish cocktail dress, usually worn with heels. Some cultures have special dress codes you need to be aware of.
  • Formals – Usually formals are black tie optional, black tie or white tie for men. Optional usually means a dark suit, tie or black bow tie, dark shoes. Black tie means black tuxedo, dark shoes, white tie means black tailcoat, white wing-collar shirt, white bow tie, black shoes for men. For women, it’s a long formal gown or short cocktail dress or dressy long skirt and top, usually worn with heels. White ties are very rare.

#5 Introducing Yourself

In life, you will be forced into situations where you will meet new people. This is an opportunity to develop valuable relationships.

There are 5 basic rules to making introductions:

  • Smile
  • Firm Handshake
  • Make Eye Contact
  • In one sentence explain who you are, why you’re there and who you know at the event
  • Ask Questions About the Person You are Introducing Yourself to.

#6 Basic Manners

  • Yes
  • Please
  • Thank you
  • Be punctual (Being punctual is especially important when dating the rich since for them time is money, and as soon as they find you tardy, they will see you as a waste of time.)
  • Excuse me when interrupting or entering a conversation
  • Don’t interrupt someone while they are talking
  • Don’t roll your eyes when someone says something you disagree with
  • Don’t look away when someone is talking to you
  • Never check your cell phone when talking to someone
  • Stay positive and keep criticisms and negative comments to yourself
  • Compliment, compliment, compliment
  • Thank anyone hosting an event, dinner etc.
  • Never curse or use inappropriate language during social events
  • Never be rude

#7 Learn to handle embarrassing moments

No one is born with perfect manners and it is all a matter of practice. So while dating your SD if you realize that you have committed a faux pas, make as little of it as possible. Ignore whatever you did or didn’t do and force your mind onto something else. Go on smoothly as if nothing happened and very soon people around you will do the same.

Ball Chain & Satin

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: “Can you write a one shot where Bucky and Reader are getting married, but Bucky is scared. Angst or fluff, it’s up to you. Thanks!” Requested by Anonymous.

Word Count:1,391

Warnings: Language (probably)

A/N: I’m working on my requests, yay me! Oh boii, the fluff is strong :) Hope you’ll like it!

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

You were in front of the mirror, admiring your sleeveless satin wedding gown when someone knocked on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.”

Grabbing a fistful of satin, you gathered up the skirt of your gown and moved closer to the door. You pressed your ear against the wood and heard him shuffling around on the other side of the door.

“Buck, what are you doing here? We’re not supposed to see each other before the ceremony.”

“I wanted to see you.”

“You’ll see me in an hour. Now, hush!”

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Stalker

rompts: Combination of this one-shot where you’re batmom and just came back from a long business trip and all the kids missed you & when you get home you get shot by an unknown outside the manor in front of Damian who felt something was off? If we survive it’s up2u AND THIS one where Batmom has a stalker? And maybe she doesn’t want to tell Batman right away because she thinks she can handle it?

Requested by: @imagination-factory

AN: Warning there will probably be tears, but not for the reason you think …

Words:1089


          “My boys!!!!!” You open your arms as the boys run forward. You’re nearly driven to the ground by the force of four hugs. You make sure to hug each of your sons individually, before they begin fighting for your attention.

          You listen to the bickering as it turns from who your favorite is, to who’s the best baker of all things. Each boy takes a bag, and starts heading towards the house. Taking a deep breath, you smile at the man leaning against the door frame.

          Bruce is dressed in jeans and a sweater, a look you prefer to his usual suit. He looks relaxed and happy, something that never fails to fill you with joy. You open your arms again, as he begins walking towards you with his usual smirk.

          When he finally pulls you in for a hug, you take a deep breath, breathing in his scent. He’s big, and warm, and contrary to popular belief, quite cuddly. “I missed you.”

          He just laughs, “I missed you more. The bed is incredibly cold without you in it.”

          You just smile, as you begin walking towards the house. You can hear the boys arguing inside, when all of a sudden your steps falter. Not understanding what’s going on, you start to fall, and as Bruce catches you, the first tingles of pain hit you. And then it’s a searing pain. Sound disappears, and your eyesight starts to go fuzzy. The last thing you see is Bruce’s face, before everything goes black.  

          You wake up to something squeezing your arm. Your mouth is dry, and your head is fuzzy. Opening your eyes, you’re grateful that the lights are dimmed low. Turning your head to the side, you smile at the sight of Bruce. His eyes go a little wide, before he moves forward. He crouches down next to you. “Hey,” he whispers before pushing hair back from your face.

          You voice cracks a bit when you speak, “What happened?”

          “You were shot, by a man who appears to have been stalking you for quite some time. He escaped, but Jim is on the case.” You let out a small groan. Bruce runs a hand over his face, having gathered the meaning, “You knew about him?”

          You nod, “He kept showing up wherever I was. He sent flowers and food. I had my assistant throw everything away. Security went through everything too, there was nothing harmful in any of it, but I didn’t want to take a chance.”

          Bruce just nods, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

          “It all started after the Joker had escaped a few months ago. You and the boys were so stressed; I didn’t want to add to that.”

             Bruce’s hand covers yours, “You come first.”

          You give a small smile, “I honestly didn’t think he was a threat.”

          Bruce finally leans in and kisses you, “Next time, please just tell me when you have a stalker.”

          “Deal.”

          It takes a week before the doctors let you out of the hospital. The bullet had just barely missed your spine, and had hit a major artery on its way out. It was only Bruce’s knowledge of how to slow the bleeding that had kept you alive.

          The boys baby you over the next few days, they won’t even let you carry a bowl of soup. About a week after you get home, Jim alerts you that your stalker, and would be killer, had been caught. Caught in a room with pictures of you pasted everywhere. After several psychiatric tests it became clear that he had created a delusional relationship with you after you had complimented him for some computer work he had done in your office.  

          Apparently, you having left the country on the business trip was what set him off. Not being able to see you or observe you had driven him into a more violent psychosis. In the end, he’s sentenced to a stint in Arkham. That doesn’t reassure you, or your boys.

When he turns up dead in his cell one morning, there’s a lot of shuffling in the house. Eyes cut to Jason more often than they should, the curiosity is there but no one is brave enough to actually ask if he had done it.

You do your best to block it from your mind. You know Jason’s code is different than the others. You know he kills, but no one has ever killed for you before and that makes you a little nauseous.

About a week after the murder, you come home to what should be an empty manor. Bruce is at work, Tim and Damian are at school, and Jason and Dick were on a mission. So when you enter the Manor and hear frustrated screaming, you’re more than a little confused.

You follow the sound to the back yard to find Damian attacking a tree with a blade. He’s going at the tree as though it had demanded he go back to the league. As you get closer, you stop at sword’s length away and say, “Damian.”

He freezes mid swing. Slowly he turns to face you. And that’s when you notice. He’s thinner than he should be, there are dark circles under his eyes, and he won’t meet your gaze.

You move forward slowly. Stopping in front of him, you take the sword from his hand, and when you place a hand on his shoulder, he shrugs it off. “Damian,” you whisper. You do it again, and this time he gives into the touch, before the tears start rolling down his cheeks. He collapses into your arms, and you gently sink to the ground with him, tossing the sword to the side.

“It was me.”

You run your fingers through his hair, “What was you?”

“It was me who killed him.”

You freeze, “What?”

He straightens a bit, “I killed the stalker. Todd was going to do it, but I beat him to it. He found me in the cell, he’s the one who got me out, and cleaned up.”

You take a deep breath, “Oh, Damian.”

You pull him closer and you let him cry, “It shouldn’t bother me. I’ve killed before. I killed the entire time growing up, so why does it bother me now? Why?”

You’re not quite sure what to say, “Oh, my baby.”

“I couldn’t let him hurt you again. I can’t lose you. You’re my mom.”

You don’t say anything else, you just pull him in closer, and let him cry.

anonymous asked:

prompt: andreil + emergency room visit

(this is a sequel to THIS ‘I think there’s someone in the house’ fic!)

The paramedics hammer on the door, and Neil looks up, teary-eyed, from where his face is pressed into Andrew’s damp hair. He’s feeling for his breath with the back of his hand, waiting moment to moment for Andrew to die in his arms, silently like he does everything else. Urgency keeps stunning Neil all over again, hysterical defibrillators. The EMT’s are calling out through the wall, muffled but calm.

It feels unthinkably wrong, their absolute evenness and ease outside his door when his life is an exposed neck and Andrew’s death is the whirring blade of a saw.

He realizes that he has to get up to let them in, and it seems as impossible as it would be for Andrew to spring up and answer the door himself. He feverishly wants them to crumple the door to splinters and be inside already. 

It’s a herculean effort to ease Andrew to the ground, like he’s gritting his teeth and cutting off his own leg. He touches Andrew’s clammy face briefly but he can’t bring himself to try and slap him awake. He props Andrew’s bare feet up on the rim of the bath so the blood will flood towards his head, at least.

He feels untethered to his body when he stands, a helium balloon with its usual weight passed out on the bathroom floor. He falls into the wall immediately, adrenaline neck and neck with exhaustion.

He finds his way to the front door without his mind’s help. His head is in the bathroom with Andrew, and he knows that no matter what happens it’ll be there for a long, long time.

The next time he blinks, a man in uniform is holding his biceps and peering down at him seriously.

“—sir? Sir, are you hurt at all?”

“No,” Neil says, lips numb. “Bathroom. He’s in the bathroom. He’s bleeding to death.”

He turns, easily slipping the paramedic’s grip. There’s a procession of them, hefting a gurney and a couple of kits, and they’ve brought all the cold from outside in on their heels. They’re such a foreign object in their warm, messy apartment — uniformed, official, and precise.

It’s deadly, walking in and seeing Andrew spread out in his boxers, blood oozing through his t-shirt from his loose stitches, pale enough to match the porcelain. Neil’s seen enough corpses to recognize what they look like. 

He falls heavily to his knees and puts his head directly to his chest, listening, tears slipping hotly over the bridge of his nose.

“Please,” he slurs. His heartbeat is a tentative thud, a knock from an unexpected guest. “Help him. Now, help him now.”

“We’re going to try our best Sir, but you’ve got to get out of the way,” someone says gently.

He topples backwards onto his hands. It’s a cramped space, and he knows it would be easier if he waited outside, but he also knows he’d rather die than leave them alone with him.

The first guy kneels down and takes Andrew’s pulse, and Neil shakes his head. They’re too slow, time is feeding directly into a wide open drain.

“He needs an IV. He’s two litres down, at least. You’ve got to—“ A petite woman puts a hand on his shoulder and he shrugs her off violently. “No! You have to listen to me.”

“We know what we’re doing,” she says. “Are you an MD?” She eyes him doubtfully, gaze flitting from his scars to where her colleagues are taking vitals and cutting through Andrew’s clothes.

“Yes,” Neil says wildly. “And he needs an IV. Possibly two. Large-bore, normal saline. He’s not getting any oxygen, and he’s been like this for as long as it took you to gather your meager response team.”

She purses her lips, but she’s a professional. He can see her repressing her anger and it infuriates him. He feels like he’s crashing, over and over again, and he’s watching someone daintily pump the breaks.

“He’s right,” one of the EMT’s says distractedly. “We’re gonna need to get some fluids started, he’s in hypovolemic shock, sats below 50.”

“You want to tell me what happened?” one of the men asks.

“No,” Neil says as evenly as he can manage, reaching out to graze Andrew’s cold fingers.

“Did you do these stitches?” the woman asks, pulling at Andrew’s skin to get a better look at them. He suddenly sees how they must look to them, sloppy and angry red. Neil bends her arm away without thinking about it.

“Don’t touch him,” he snaps. He could break her arm and it would make him feel better. He drops her, disoriented by his own violence.

“There’s no need to be antagonistic,” the first man says. “We don’t want to have to remove you.”

“You really don’t,” Neil agrees. “You won’t succeed.”

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Dating!Kim Taehyung | REALLY LONG |

Hope you like it! If you want me to make it longer just ask! Enjoy! ❤️😊

Masterlist (X)

ALL CREDIT TO GIF OWNERS

  • Lip bites and pulls after a cheeky or sensual kiss 
  •  Him pulling away and smirking (w/ or w/o your bottom lips in between his teeth) 
  •  Love bites
  •  Hand guiding 
  • Teasing
  • Ass man? 100% (I mean have you seen that gif of him staring at the yoga woman’s ass)
  •  Ass grabbing/ass slapping 
  • Low-key bondage 
  •  Dirty talk? Ear lobe biting when doing so or when he’s telling you what he’s going to do later or if he’s being cheeky and teasing you (in public? Maybe)
  •  Hair pulling
  •  Neck kissing 
  •  Tongue trailing up neck/along jaw/down body
  •  Handcuffs
  •  Ear biting and tugging 
  •  Back scratching
  •  Angry sex
  •  Slow, passionate sex
  •  Shower sex
  •  Him pulling your hair back whilst in the shower to get better access to your neck
  •  Him helping you wash his hair and body afterwards and vice versa
  •  Bath play (like romantic, flowers, candles and alcohol) 
  •  Rough sex
  •  Back from tour sex
  • Car sex?
  • Morning sex
  •  Thigh riding 
  •  Dry humping
  • Multiple rounds? Depending on the mood
  • Orgasm denial (giving/recieving) 
  • That teasing smirk of his when he pulls away/out before your climax (orgasm denial)
  • Him a whimpering mess when you pull away (orgasm denial)
  •  Him pulling your head to him so he can kiss you, hard
  •  Him putting his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes or closing his eyes, whilst he rode into you all hot and flustered 
  •  His hair sticking to his head
  •  You brushing you fingers through it
  •  His rings making you shiver as they graze across your skin and to the pleasure
  •  Him wanting and getting a kick out of making you feel good 
  •  He’d always make you feel good before he worried about himself 
  •  Him holding you hips down on the bed as he grinds on you
  •  Him lifting you up onto he kitchen counter and you wrapping your legs round his waist whilst making out
  •  Things getting heated and him pushing you up against a wall and you both hastily getting undressed all whilst kissing needily
  •  Him pushing you up against a wall and grabbing your thighs as he lifts you up and wraps your legs round his waist, kissing your lips, jaw and neck, nibbling at your earlobe and leaning in towards your ear telling you what he’s going to do to you and how you’ve been teasing him all day with those text messages and Snapchats
  • Naughty snapchats
  • Toys? Food play or ice play?
  • Him (dom) grabbing your face so that he can look you in the eyes whilst he pounds into you 
  • Like mild choking? 
  • He’d like to leave hickies on your neck, down your body, on your thighs, on you ass cheeks and on you hips
  • He’s lick from the base of your neck toyour chin as you tilt you head back in pleasure
  • And he’d come up into your face and whisper something to you probably something dirty
  • Him in between your legs on the bed holding himself up on his hands or by his elbows and just panting or looking at you in that way
  • You wrapping your legs around his waist and hands around his neck pulling him into you whilst he does so
  • Or him running his hand down your thigh(s) and putting them around his waist
  • Just him holding you thighs tbh
  • Him back muscles oml
  • Him chucking you on the bed and crawling up over you
  • Him giving you a smirk and that look before he does crawl over you as you move up the bed oml
  • Or you both in a heated make-out session and hurriedly move over to he bed and your thighs hit it and you go down kissing ignoring the fall
  • You banging your head on something when things get heated (wherever you are situated in the apartment) and he just pulls away and laughs whilst tilting and putting his head on your shoulder
  • Him banging his head on something d him pulling away to grab where he hurt his head whilst making an in pain expression
  • Then turning back to you and asking ‘can you kiss it better?’ or ‘can you make me feel better?’ with a cheeky pout on his face
  • When you do something out in public accidentally, that he finds really hot, and he leans into your ear and whispers or looks at you and tells you that if you continue… 
  •  Teasing bites
  • Teasing bites, kisses and licks up your thighs looking up at you to see your reactions, wanting you to beg, smirking when he stops if you don’t and starts going back to his usual business until you stop him and sigh defeatedly and ‘beg’ causing hi  to turn around and go back to your intimate position beforehand
  • He’s all for sexy lingerie and when you wear it oh my god does it drive him crazy
  • Him trying to touch you and you not letting him
  • Strip teases (giving and receiving)
  • You pulling him in by his tie to give him a kiss
  • You pushing him on the bed and him leaning up on his elbows (like in a suit -minus the blazer and footwear) and scanning up and down knowing that he’s going to be the sub tonight and smirking
  • You tutting and him watching your every move with the ‘bed lust’ look, whether it be you walking teasingly around the bedroom or you crawling up the bed to him seductively
  • Roleplay/sexy dress up?
  • Him having a bad day or being exhausted after a long day and you giving him a little help to relieve him if you get what I mean
  • And like at first he might try and shut you down saying he’s too tired, but you’ve already started undoing his jeans and he just let’s you continue panting already and getting flustered even though you haven’t even touched him properly yet 
  • Already working up a sweat, his hair sticking to head and beads of sweat forming on his temple
  • Him panting (whilst maybe smirking or smiling), tilting his head back on the sofa and asking what he did to deserve you, how lucky he is to be with you and how good you are to him
  • Him holding you head and putting his hand in your hair
  • Him telling you afterwards that yes he’s relieved but now he’s even more tired and you too just then snuggling up on the sofa, putting something on the tv and falling to sleep one of you sleeping on each other’s chest and stroking their back and playing with their hair
  • Kissing his neck and vice versa, he loves it
  •  Him trailing his finger up and down your spine lightly 
  •  His tongue
  •  The things he can do you with that tongue ;) 
  • Facesitting? Probably
  •  Overstimulation 
  •  Him biting and giving you love bites on your thighs and cleavage 
  •  Him loving your reactions
  •  Him kissing and admiring your body, telling you how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you
  • You giving him oral and vice versa
  •  Lots of oral 
  •  Him being the type to put your legs over his shoulders whilst he’s doing his thing
  • Face-riding
  •  Cheeky, teasing kitten licks
  • Thigh kissing/biting/hickeys (tease)
  • Him humming into you
  • Him loving the taste of you (in this sense and kissing, just the taste of your skin really)
  •  You putting your hands through his hand and holding him there making him smirk down there, as he looks up at you
  •  Him blowing air on you and teasing you
  • When you give him oral he’d work up a sweat quickly
  • He’d push your head down 
  • He’d thread his fingers through your hair
  • Brush strands away from your face and stroke your cheeks
  • He’d try and watch you before closing his eyes, relishing in it, letting himself fully enjoy and appreciate it
  • Him throwing his head back and letting out a string of moans and curse words, intertwining your name in them
  • You watching him come undone (no pun intended) and then him glancing down at you when he’s finished climaxing admiring you and stroking your hair pulling you up to him and kissing you
  • This leads to other things happening that night because he loves reciprocating the gesture
  • Him talking to you and complimenting you and your skills whilst your doing 
  • Being experimental and trying other positions and new things in the bedroom 
  • Probably stick to missionary, doggy style or cowgirl
  • Some position where he can hold your hips and watch you struggle a pleasure takes over you
  • Him watching you climax probably plays a big part in his climax
  •  Him loving how much you love his tongue and then him always teasing you
  •  Him knowing you love his tongue so when you’re out in public or with the guys he does little things with his tongue (you know the things I mean) bc he knows you’re watching 
  •  him looking you right in the eyes when he’s doing it to show you he knows you’re watching 
  •  Him smirking 
  •  Little tease
  •  Him then just smiling and acting cute as if nothing had happened 
  • Partially-clothed sex
  • He loves any skin to skin contact with you
  •  His orgasm face
  • Gritted teeth or nah? depending
  • His whimpers/moans/groans/grunts/growls/curses
  • Your moans and panting intertwining in the silence of the room, oh as well as the sound of the bed moving
  • The beautiful sounds of this beautiful man moaning your name
  • Him loving the sound of his name rolling off of your lips (in and out of the bedroom)
  • His gasps or pants for breath
  • Him telling you repeatedly how much he love’s you whilst panting
  •  When things get heated in the bedroom he pants and curses against the skin of your neck 
  •  He grazes the edge of his teeth along your skin 
  • Bites you collarbones
  •  Him being all flustered and sweaty
  •  Dom? Sub? Depends on the mood 
  • Him ordering you around in the bedroom with his low, husky voice
  • Like he has a hint of possessiveness when he’s the dom and you’re both living for it bc he loves seeing you all vulnerable and needy whilst in that state 
  • When he’s dom he loves hearing you beg
  • Him teasing you in public and vice versa
  • The aftermath at home of the teasing in public
  •  Eye contact 
  •  His hands oml his hands
  • The things he can do with those hands
  • Him having those rings on when he you know ;) with those hands
  •  Him nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck 
  • Waking up the next morning and him smiling or smirking at you whispering or saying in his husky, deep morning voice ‘good morning princess’ or ‘morning babe’
  • Him chuckling when you get out of bed and have trouble walking 
  • Probably walking out ahead of you but not before hitting you ass and chuckling and saying ‘little bit too rough last night was I?’ cheekily and going to the bathroom or to make breakfast
  • You already making breakfast wearing his top from the night before and him coming up and backhugging you whispering into the crook of you neck how good you look in his top and that he had a great time last night, whilst peppering your neck in kissesas you just reply with a me too or a small laugh
  • Or telling you that if you don’t stop teasing him and loking so sexy he’s just going to have to take you here on the kitchen counter right then and there
  •  Hand holding during sex
  •  Him holding your hands above your head during sex whilst grinding into you
  • Leaving hickeys on that beautiful golden skin of his and then his mua having to cover them up 
  • At first he’d ask you not to leave hickeys on his neck so you would focus on his torso
  • But then there was that one time where things got real heated and you did leave hickeys on his neck and from there on out he just let you do it bc he loved the way they looked and felt
  • And of course he got a kick sitting in his chair the next morning having the mua cover them up as the guys teased him about it
  •  Hand holding in public (intertwined fingers or not whichever you prefer)
  •  Him doing that face whilst he grits his teeth when sexually frustrated and grinding into you looking down at you when he’s on top of you, looking you straight in the eyes
  • When it’s romantic, slow or passionate sex he you guys wouldn’t be that vocal just ‘I love you’s’ murmured here and there
  •  Random hand holding in public 
  •  Him talking to people and intertwining his hand with yours as if by instinct or to make sure you know he knows you’re there and to make sure you’re not uncomfortable (if it’s people you don’t know that he’s talking to) 
  • Him tucking your hair behind your ear in a loving way or just to admire your face and vice versa
  •  Cute and silly snapchats from him and the boys
  •  The boys loving you, you all being really good friends 
  •  Jimin pretending to be jealous and taking tae away from you whilst you laugh 
  •  Jungkook jokingly saying how gross you guys are (how cute and corny you are) but actually really loving it bc he loves seeing you both happy
  •  Having a pet with him 
  •  Watching him playing with his/your dog
  •  His dog liking you straight away
  •  Which he thought was great 
  •  Going on walks (hand holding, swinging your hands together, him grabbing both your hands and you both turning in circles)
  •  Acting like children together 
  •  Going on walks it’s your pet and holding hands whilst swinging them 
  •  Him feeding you and vice versa 
  •  Him whispering in your ear (cutely whilst around people) (or sexually)
  •  Maybe an inside joke or to tell you something he doesn’t want everyone to know or to make other people jealous that you guys are a couple 
  • Having a shit ton of inside jokes
  •  Protective tae
  •  Jealous tae oh my gawd can you imagine 
  •  Him giving you his jacket when you’re out to let people to know you’re his 
  • Him getting jealous and doing that thing where he just sits there with that ‘done’ look on his face when you become really close friends with a certain member of bangtan
  • Or like you went out for food or somewhere with this certain member and Tae would be like ‘why didn’t you invite me?’
  •  When guys approach you he shuts them down right away 
  •  Grabbing your waist or standing in front of you 
  •  When girls try and flirt with him or approach him in front of you he lets them know he’s with you 
  •  Putting his hand around your shoulder or waist and pulling you into him 
  •  Then shutting them down nicely (depending on what the girl is like), telling them he’s with you, gesturing to you
  •  You wearing his jumpers 
  • You stealing his beanies and snapbacks
  • Getting to see him in snapbacks and beanies
  • Him putting his snapback on you cutely then pulling it down so it hts your nose and pulling away laughing
  •  Him loving to see you in his clothes 
  •  His favourite outfit on you is one of his tops/jumpers (sweater paws) and you with nothing on underneath (apart from your underwear)
  •  And maybe a pair of knee high socks 
  •  Him always complimenting you on how you look and vice versa 
  •  Both blushing
  •  Him loving the smell of your perfume 
  •  Him spraying his aftershave on you as if to mark you
  •  Him lifting you up onto the counter top and just hugging you whilst he buries his head in your neck 
  •  You putting your hands around his waist but under his tops running your hands up and along his stomach
  •  Him tracing circles on your hips under your top whilst he holds you in his arms
  •  You love just sometimes holding each other and not saying a word, content and showing your love through actions
  •  You hugging him and burying your head into his chest nuzzling your nose into his chest smelling his top/jacket and smiling contently to yourself 
  •  Him looking down at you whilst you do so and smiling, moving his hand up to play with your hair
  •  His arms wrapped around you and his fingers interlocked at the back of your waist
  •  His nuzzling his head into your neck whilst hugging and smelling your hair whilst smiling bc he just loves the scent of your shampoo or perfume
  •  It’s become his favourite scent
  •  Nose nuzzles 
  •  Him kissing the tip of your nose and your forehead
  •  You kissing his forehead and him scrunching up his face cutely (you know that thing) and blushing 
  •  Him then maybe grabbing his cheeks or doing one of those silly faces afterwards 
  •  A lot of skinship
  • Nicknames
  • ‘babe’/’jagi’
  • Nicknames for in the bedroom ;)
  • ‘kitten’
  • ‘baby girl’
  • ‘baby’
  • Him teasing you with those nicknames out in public by whispering them in your ear ‘kittennn’ as he wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles his head into you, pressing his lower half against your butt so you can feel just how horny he is  ‘let’s go home’
  • Or whilst he rests his hands on your waist thumbs circling your hips whilst he tells you how good you looked today, whispering ‘kitten you have no idea what you’re outfit is doing to me today. I don’t want anyone else who isn’t me looking at you. Jungkook’s already pissed me off with his staring’
  • One of the guys hearing
  •  Singing in the car together along with the radio 
  •  You annoying the guys (but they really love it) when you both burst into song or sing along and start dancing to a song on the radio
  •  Dancing randomly together
  •  Making silly faces to each other
  • You going to the guys photoshoot and when you’re not with him he’s asking everyone where you are
  • you are usually not far at all but he’s still looking for you whilst getting ready and during his photoshoot, smiling when he sees you or winking
  •  The others commenting about you are like the same person during interviews tae doing that happy/shy smile he does, and blushing when the guys start talking about you guys and how great your relationship is 
  • Tae hugging Suga when he says that you’re cute and Suga just smiles at Tae bc he can see how in love he is
  •  Him beaming whilst talking about you during interviews 
  •  Him rambling about you
  •  Sending you hearts and kisses and cute little waves and winks through the tv
  •  Fighting!
  •  Him shouting ‘I love you Tilly’ on tv as he finishes talking about you
  • Him asking random people ‘do you think my girlfriend’s cute? She is isn’t she?’ whilst smiling 
  • When of you says ‘I love you’ for the first time it would be randomly or by accidentally voicing your/his thoughts
  • The other would be shocked but would then be quick to pull the other into them, kiss them and repeat the phrase back to him/her
  •  Random talks at night when you’re laying in bed or whenever you’re bored
  •  Him smiling at everything you do and vice versa
  • He’d give you foot rubs and massages when you’re stressed or tired
  • You’d give him massages a would probably sit on his back, legs either side of his body, whilst he’s laying down shirtless on the sofa or bed 
  • Him probably falling sleep and you continuing it or getting off and putting a blanket over him and either snuggling up to him or going and tottering around the house being as quiet as possible bc you don’t want to wake him up bc let’s face it he needs all the sleep he can get given his job and lifestyle
  •  Cute cuddles 
  •  Back hugs
  •  Him nuzzling his neck into your neck whilst hugging you from behind murmuring words, sentences and singing into your hair or neck
  • Him kissing the top of your back/neck whilst backhugging you
  •  Him interlocking his hands with yours when you place your hands on his 
  •  Him leaning on you to complain while you’re taking so long to cook the food or wash the dishes and you doing the same when it his turn to do it
  •  Taking turns doing chores; washing the dishes (or loading the dishwasher), cleaning, cooking
  •  You/him turning his head to kiss your head or forehead whilst he/you are backhugging you/him 
  • Cute and innocent showers/baths together
  • Him giving you a funny hairstyle with the shampoo/conditioner and vice versa
  • You waking up to him making breakfast after one hell of a good night ;)
  • You going up to him and wrapping your arms around his waist nuzzling your head into his back
  • Him turning around, seeing you in his shirt and wrapping his arms around you waist also
  • Eating together
  • His morning voice
  • Him looking at you and smiling when he wakes up and sees you either awake and looking at him or asleep and peaceful
  •  You recording him 
  •  You recording some videos for bangtan bombs or V-live 
  •  Him doing your makeup jokingly 
  •  Him drawing on your face whilst you’re asleep
  •  You doing his makeup whilst he’s asleep or drawing on his face and him waking up, realising, then taking a picture and uploading it to social media or just keeping it to himself to look back on, whilst smiling and giggling 
  •  Cute couples pictures (silly and adorable, or serious and hot)
  •  Him asking you to taking pictures of him
  •  Travelling together (pictures/videos)
  •  Him taking pictures of you making sure to get the perfect one
  •  Him taking pictures of you off guard and vice versa
  •  Power couple
  • Talked about online a lot
  • Cooking together
  • Going out or ordering food when you can’t be bothered to cook
  •  Play fights 
  •  Snowball fights 
  • And when you’re freezing he comes and puts his gloved-covered hands on your cheeks to warm you up, then pulling you in for a peck
  •  Tickle fights 
  •  Video games (and you’re both competitive so)
  • I feel like you’d both try and distract each other if you get my gist 
  •  Loads and loads of hugs 
  •  Chasing around the house or around the dorm when the boys are there and them watching you whilst laughing or complaining that you’re both knocking into them 
  •  Him backhugging you or normally hugging you and rocking with you in his grip (you may or may not be standing on his feet)
  •  Your playing with his hair at the bottom of his neck, playing with the strands between your fingertips 
  •  Him loving it and tilting his head forwards or backwards 
  •  Him loving you playing with his hair when he’s in bed, drifting off to sleep 
  •  Him sometimes asking you to play with his hair when he’s tired
  •  His cute sleeping face
  •  Cuddles, lots and lots anddd lots of cuddling
  •  On the sofa you lay in between his legs his arms wrapped around you as you have your head on his chest (sleeping or watching a film) 
  •  His head propped up by a pillow or by his arm as he holds you in his arms and his fingers in playing with the strands of your hair
  •  Him running his fainter in shapes/lines on your back
  •  Him sat up and doing the same whilst you sit in his lap
  •  You sat down on the sofa (sometimes reading a book or scrolling through your phone) and he comes over and lays down with his head on your lap 
  •  Him sometimes saying stuff to you or it’s just something he does to feel content 
  •  You leaning down and kissing his lips or forehead and him smiling and looking at you fondly
  •  Pulling you down for another one maybe 
  •  The dog coming over and licking his face or jump on tae lap 
  •  Him laughing about it and cuddling and stroking the dog 
  •  Legs tangled together 
  • Playing with his hair, like adding hair clips, bobby pins and scrunchies 
  • Him taking pictures of it or you taking pictures of him
  • The fans loving you bc you upload so many photos of Tae for them
  • SO Tae stans fucking love you
  •  Spooning in bed or on the sofa
  • Him watching you sleep analysing and admiring every part of your face and thinking how lucky he is to have a girl like you (and vice versa)
  • Like imagine softly running you finger through his hair or moving and parting (playing) with his hair whilst he’s asleep, trailing your fingers along his lips and cupping his face
  •  Back of the neck kisses whilst spooning
  •  Him murmuring something like ‘I love you’ into your hair or neck whilst spooning and you replying before he drifts off to sleep 
  •  The smell of your shampoo or natural essence would be really comforting to him and would help him sleep
  •  Him telling you about his day when you are facing each other in bed and him playing with your hands and fingers, looking at how his hands look playing with yours and how great you are, or looking in your eyes, either way you’re both content and you are taking in everything little thing he says and does 
  •  You love listening to him and vice versa 
  • Him holding you whilst you both sleep
  • Waking up to him every day
  •  You’re love for each other gets stronger everyday and everyone and anyone can see that 
  •  Singing around the house randomly
  •  Seeing tae with a bandana on (I’ m deAd)
  •  His hands oml
  •  Drunk Tae would be great
  • Both drunk you and drunk Tae together would be even better
  •  He would be so affectionate and would either constantly be hugging you or at least would have contact with you at all times
  •  He’d want you close and would pull you onto his lap whilst he either had a drink and had a hand on your thigh or had his hands around your waist securing you in place 
  •  You going to get a drink and him saying that he doesn’t want you going by yourself so he gets one of the guys to get you one
  •  Him eyeing down any guy that gave you the look and pull you closer into him nuzzling his head into the side of your neck whilst his arm wrapped around your waist 
  •  He’d love to dance with you in the club (sexually or silly)
  •  I feel like he’d be more vocal and would be more likely to get in a fight 
  •  And then the guys (probably jungkook, jimin) would have to stop him or pull him away whilst suga would say something to the guy who had riled him up and then Jin and namjoon would be trying to reason with the guy who had caused all this 
  •  It was probably bc of you, when I say this I mean the guy had probably come up to you, tried to flirt with you, touched you or cat called you
  •  Or he could have walked passed you and bumped into you really hard causing you to stumble or fall either into Tae or into the floor without apologising and Tae would grab his wrist, shoulder or arm and you would have to tell him to not worry about it but he would ignore you and call for the guys attention and the guy would turn around and ignore Tae and scan you up and down and this would really grind Tae’s gears
  •  So tae obviously had to say something when usually he would just either block the persons view of you or show them you’re his but bc he was drunk he spoke up and went straight up to the guy, face-to-face
  • Getting home with drunk Tae and going to tuck him in and him dragging you down with him whilst he goes out like a light murmuring an ‘I love you Tilly’ beforehand bc even when drunk you are the only thing that occupies his mind, hugging you and not letting go
  • You making him a coffee and breakfast when he wakes up with a hangover

Some of the ways you could have met:

  1.  You met him through Jimin or Jungkook as they were your closest childhood friends 
  •  They thought that it would be cute to set you up 
  •  So they did
  1. Or you were friends with Jimin and Jungkook but met Tae at a club and went home with each other and then continued talking after it bc you really liked each other
  2. Or Tae was a friend or best friend of yours ,one drunken night one thing led to another and…
  • Then that continued as a friends-with-benefits kind of thing (do the boys find out? A few, one or all of them probably know, mainly bc they walked in on it or just figured it out by the way you treat and act around each other) (like they knew you loved each other before you even realised it yourself) bc you both enjoyed it so much, which then progressed into you falling in love with one an other and one of you spouting an ‘I love you’ during sex and the other one just stopping and looking shocked at the one who said it pulling them in to kiss them then pulling away and saying ‘likewise’, ‘me too’ or ‘I love you too’ 
  • The sex then being you both showing each other how much you love each other
  • Multiple rounds
  1. Or you were just friends until Tae made a move on you by pushing you up against the counter or wall and kissing you
  • Him telling you that you’re so god damn beautiful and that every time he sees you, and sees you smile, laugh, get excited (and do that cute thing you do) his heart almost comes out of his chest 
  • And when you cry, get hurt, get too close to one of the guys or get your heartbroken his heart breaks and he just wants to be there for you
  • He tells you how well he would treat you and how he would never hurt you
  • All that soppy movie shit ^


  •  Him being adamant you’re the one, and you are 
  • Him giving you good morning and goodnight kisses
  • Him giving you kisses when you leave for work and telling you to have a good day
  •  You give him a quick peck and when you pull away  and laugh as he pouts until eventually you sigh and go in for another to which he pulls you on top of him
  • As you both laugh into the kiss and then maybe it gets heated maybe i doesn’t bc you know you might have to go to work or something
  • Him dropping you and picking you up from work
  • Leaning over the console and giving him a kiss before you leave the confinements of the car
  • Him shouting an ‘I love you’ out the window, that he rolled down, leaning over and resting his forearm on the console, with his hand still on the driver’s wheel (like in the movies) as you go into work
  • All your colleagues being jealous of the fact that your relationship is great and you’ve got one hell of a good looking boyfriend
  • Him driving and you both singing along to what’s on the radio
  • Having playlist that you listen to in the car
  • Having that one special song that you both love and splitting it up into parts to sing it
  • Him tapping his hands/fingers on the wheel 
  • Him putting his hand on your thigh as he drives
  • You placing your hand on top of his hand or interlocking your fingers together when theyre on your thigh
  • Him looking at you when you talk in the car or glancing over at you in the car and you telling him that he needs to focus on the road
  • Him smiling at you whilst you sing or talk in the car
  •  You putting your hand on his whilst he drives
  • Him doing funny dance moves towards the car as he leaves the airport to go to see you after he’s come back from tour 
  • Going to drive-throughs
  • Him stealing your chips or messing around with the food
  •  Adventuresssss
  • Going to the beach together alone or with the guys 
  • Him chucking you in the sea or you both racing to the sea
  • Making sand castles together (with you kids or not)
  • Getting ice cream together
  •  Him missing you when he’s on tour 
  •  You keeping one of his t-shirts bc it’s smells of him and always wearing it when you go to bed whilst he’s on tour 
  •  Him crying sometimes when someone brings you up in conversation 
  •  Or when something reminds him of you 
  • They would all comfort him but I feel like J-Hope would play a big role when it came to comforting him and reassuring him
  •  Him crying when he leaves to go on tour at the airport, crying into your neck as he hugs you tight, pulling away and smiling before giving you a final kiss and an ‘I love you’, ‘I’ll miss you’ and an ‘I’ll call you later’
  •  Jimin sending you pictures of him asleep and selfies of Jimin with tae (asleep or awake) 
  • Him sending you videos throughout the days with little messages in them
  • Him calling you before bed or throughout the day
  • He’s always considerate of the time zones so will send a text when it’s night time where you are or morning where you are 
  • He’d have the world clock thing up and have your destination’s clock there
  • Cute little quick pecks all over your face
  • Him coming out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist 
  • Him fully clothed and walking out of the bathroom in a white t-shirt and joggers/basketball shorts/boxers whilst ruffling/drying his hair with a towel
  • Him loking up and seeing you looking at him and questioning what or where you’re going to eat later , where you’re both going later, what you’re both doing later or if you like what you see cheekily (depending on the mood)
  • That look he gives you when you’re about to kiss (imagine that you are Jungkook) (but thIS gIF omL)
  •  You and the maknae line all going to amusement park with some of the hyung line tagging along if they’re not busy 
  •  Laser tag with all of them 
  •  Matching clothing - not necessarily but maybe little items of clothing like the same but different colour (underwear, beanies etc)
  • Him buying you a ring, bracelet or necklace and we all know you never take it off
  • You may have matching ones 
  • Him taking off his one of his favourite rings and putting it on your finger (on you ring finger maybe like a promise ring) bc he wants his favourite thing to adorn his favourite person
  • Being able to bring him out of a shitty mood with just your presence
  •  But when you have kids bc we know you will 
  • I feel like he’s the type to have kids when he’s married or at least positive that he’s going to be spending the rest of his life with you
  • Imagine little Tae’s running around
  • You’d have a boy and a girl (either twins or a few years aparts)
  •  He’d be the perfect dad
  •  He’d dress him/her (if a boy how he’d dress) 
  •  Spoil them
  •  He’d take him/her to the park with all the boys
  •  They’d all go on the swings or park equipment and be like ‘Y/C/N! come here, look at me!’
  •  Them all being like uncles 
  • When he finds out you’re pregnant he’d be over the moon
  • I don’t think it would be planned tbh
  • First being shocked and being lie ‘what?’ thinking he didn’t hear you properly but when you repeat it he’d be smiling so damn fucking hard like ‘really? I’m going to be a dad?’ 
  • Him then coming over and hugging you, almost squezzing the life out of you and spinning you around and then realising what he was doing and setting you down, being scared that he hurt the baby but when you told him it was okay and that you were both fine he just started peppering you with kisses
  • Whilst you ask if he’s happy and he tells you and that he is over the fucking moon
  • And of course overly protective, getting you and buying you random things
  • Reading parenting and baby books
  • The guys helping you and Tae shop for baby clothes
  • Imagine telling the guys you’re are pregnant they’d all be so happy for you and Tae
  • and Tae would not shut up about the fact that he’s going to be a dad
  • The guys all congratulating you and looking after you when Tae’s not around, like checking up on you and sending videos of Tae to you
  • Them all videocalling you when they’re away on tour
  • When you let it out into the open that your pregnant to the media would go wild and he’d get really excited to talk about it on tv and when the interviewer ask how you’re doing he’d be like ‘oh her and the kids or Y/C/N are great’ 
  • He’d be all smiley
  •  Him taking your glasses (if you have them) and trying them on asking you if he looks good whilst your laughing and trying to get them back
  •  Him then making silly faces whilst still asking if he looks good 
  • When you get engaged oml it would be the cutest thing ever 
  • It would be really romantic and the guys would help set it up and keep you occupied whilst things are being discussed or arranged by the boys and Tae
  • Like a candle-lit dinner or rose petals related (probably something corny out of a movie, but it would be secluded just you and him)
  • You would cry and then he would cry as you said yes (obvs)
  • And then he’d get up from being on one knee and put the ring on your finger as he lets out a short, breathy laugh of disbelief and pulls you into him, kisses you and hugs you as you both just stand there and cry
  • The guys coming out from nowhere an congratulating you both with hugs and ‘congrats!’
  • Then disappearing and letting you get on with your dinner
  • You’d be engaged for a year or two or maybe sooner
  • I feel like you’d both be eager for it but you know Tae’s really busy and you are too if truth be told so you’re okay for waiting
  • Him calling you his ‘fiance’ all the time jokingly 
  • The boys discussing who’s going to be best man and them all fighting over it
  • Finally settling on one (you decide)
  • The others still giving speeches obviously
  • The wedding would be like any normal wedding apart from there would be Tae’s and your celebrity friends there
  • Friends and family would love you too together
  • Him crying when you walk down the aisle and then trying to wipe his tears quickly as you approach him and one or some of the guys rubbing/patting his back or slinging the arm around his shoulder whilst smiling
  • Him smiling when you come face-to-face at the alter
  • You guys going to dance lessons (not that you really need to)
  • Having your first dance with him to your guys special song
  • Him telling you that you look absolutely breath taking
  • Him playing with the kids on yours and his side of the family
  • Like both of you dancing with them on your feet and then people telling you or just talking about what great parents you would be
  • One or both of you kids are conceived on your wedding night or honeymoon
  • You honeymoon probably being in a classic place like Hawaii
  • Him always calling you ‘Mrs. Kim’ during the reception/party thing later .
  • The boys doing it also
  • You both staying side by side 
  • Or him talking to family talking about how lucky he is and how great you are and vice versa
  • Wedding videos and photo albums
  •  Him spoiling you and you insisting that he stops as you still get all flustered and spoilt
  •  Him disagreeing and saying that you deserve it bc nothing could amount to how much he loves you and he wants to show you just how much you mean to him
  •  Him getting you sentimental gifts (from inside jokes) while on tour 
  • You getting him a piece of jewellery, item of clothing or teddy and him taking it on tour with him all the time or wearing it all the time
  • You both supporting each other so much and being each other’s safety blanket
  • You didn’t really have a lot of arguments but when you did it led to one of you leaving the house to go to the boys and let off a bit of steam
  • I think he’d be quite like scary, but like so would you
  • You’d end up crying and he’d forget about what you were arguing about and just come and pull you into his chest as you just stood there hugging each other
  • He’d probably start crying as well either trying to wipe his tears or not evening bothering ad just putting his head on top of yours or cheek on top of your head letting the tears fall 
  • I feel like you’d have arguments and they’d just turn into sex or he’d have to leave the room and calm down
  • Him telling you he forgives you or he’s sorry as he pounds into you mercilessly
  • You just nodding your head and panting an ‘it’s alright’ out pulling him down for a kiss
  • Make-up sex would be great, slow and passionate, ‘sorry’s and ‘I love you’s here and there
  •  Watching him on stage 
  •  Him being all hot and sweaty
  •  Him spotting you and waving and coming over to your side of the stage a lot to see you and tease you
  •  Him mentioning you in those cute little speeches they give on stage 
  •  Him coming off the stage and you going backstage to see him and he comes up and hugs you, kissing your forehead, all smiley and shit whilst you complain that he’s covered in sweat 
  •  Surprising him on tour (the boys probably having something to do with it)
  •  Him being so shocked and slowly walking up to you as if you weren’t really there 
  •  But when it sank in and he realised that you were real and actually were there he’d rush up to you, pick you up, twirl you around, whilst hugging you, then put you down and place a kiss (either soft or hard ) on your lips 
  • ‘JAGIIIIIII’
  •  Him coming home early
  •  Him not telling the fans about you straight away, for a couple of months (which you understand and are fine with) 
  •  But you would go to fan meets and he’d see you and wave happily all excited then remember where you were and had to play it off by waving at other people with as much excitement as that 
  •  The boys would just laugh at him and give you a smile or small wave, maybe a wink
  •  But when he did tell ARMY about you they would love you, and always say how you are the same person and are SO cute together 
  •  Everyone shipping it like e v e r y o n e
  •  Him always trying to bring you up 
  •  Skype calls / face time
  •  Cute messages 
  • Sexting/Naughty video calls
  •  Cute little dates (coffee dates, walks along the river/through the woods, feeding the ducks, zoo/aquarium visits, going out for food, going to the fair, going to watch the fireworks or just watching a movie with loads of snacks)
  •  Pictures of/from these dates 
  •  Photo albums 
  • Him wearing the contacts you lve the most on him (or none if you prefer his normal beautiful eyes)
  • Him getting really anxious when you’re coming to watch him and the guys at their concert
  • Doing bottle flips and saying ‘if I d this it will go great and everything will be fine’ but him failing so he does it until gets it claiming the other ones were just practice ones 
  • Him sending you videos of him singing
  • Him trying to learn your language and him teaching you his
  • Him learning about your culture and where you’re from bc he wants to know as much about you as possible
  •  Him putting his beanies and scarves on you when it’s cold out 
  •  Him kissing you nose and cheeks when they’re bright red from the cold 
  •  Him showing you things he finds interesting or funny
  •  Him embarrassing you by telling funny stories to people about the time that you…
  •  But him then pulling you into a hug 'ahh, I love you’ , 'you’ve got to admit it was funny’ whilst rocking you back and forth
  •  Him looking after you whilst you’re ill and vice versa
  •  Giving you kisses when you’re ill and telling him to stop bc he’ll get ill and you don’t want that but he doesn’t care bc he 'wants to kiss your cute face’ and he 'doesn’t care if he gets ill’
  •  You watching a movie with him and the boys (you and tae under a blanket, most likely sat on his lap or at least sat in between his legs as you took up one sofa, then some of the boys on the other sofa and he rest sat or laying in the floor) 
  •  You accidentally moving and causing a little problem for tae’s little tae 
  •  Him then clearing his voice and you turning to him and him holding your hips so you didn’t move
  •  You then feel it and understand
  •  Would you then tease him? Probably 
  •  The boys wouldn’t notice as they’d all be to involved in the film you were watching 
  •  He would realise what you were doing pretty fast and he would grab your wrist or lock you in place on his hips holding you down tighter bc he almost let out a noise and it’s hard (no pun intended) to keep a straight face
  •  So he whispers 'later’ into your ear whilst looking at you, the tv or around indicating that the boys are still here and when they leave then yes 
  •  Silly butt squeezes or slaps 
  •  Him going from cute to god damn sexy in 0.2 seconds
  • Him knowing how it effects you and smirking afterwards or giggling
  •  Him teaching you their dances
  •  You going along to dance practice
  •  Him seeing you jamming out to their music and him recording you 
  •  Then bursting out laughing whilst telling you how cute you were whilst hugging you and pinching your cheeks
  • Celebrating his birthday with him and the guys
  • Taking pictures with him on his birthday or just of him
  •  Him telling you he loves you all the time and randomly
  •  Cute little smirks
  •  Him always calling you when he has any free time 
  •  Him always looking at you when you’re around (like when he comes home from tour but I mean he would always be looking at you bc you’re hot af let be honest)
  •  He’d always want to hold your attention when talking to 
  •  Always scanning your face and every little detail, adoring you 
  •  You catching him doing it and you stop talking to him or doing whatever you’re doing and just smile or blush slightly turning away and then continue on as he continues to stare at you smiling or smirking to himself whilst leaning against a counter or coming up behind your d telling you you’re beautiful and that 'I love you’ to which you reply 'I love you too’
  •  Cute nicknames
  • Him loving the sound of your laugh and vice versa
  • Him loving all the things about you that you see as flaws
  • Him playing his saxophone for you
  • Him taking you to playgrounds and stuff to just be kids again and swing on the swings
  • You getting ice cream together and you putting ice cream on his nose
  • You going to the beach and everyone is jealous of you bc I mean have you seen Taehyung? and You?
  • Going on holiday together and visiting all the places you want to visit
  • Tae being Tae (happy, smiley, adorable) 
  •  You love making him blush
  •  You’re just perfect for him and he knows it and everyone else knows it
  •  Him holding onto you when you go to award shows together
  • You helping him get ready for award shows and him just (pretend you are the woman in the gif below) and vice versa 
  • Like straightening out his tux whilst smiling up at him
  • Or you doing his tie and him staring at you do so in admiration
  • Or your fixing a stray piece of hair and then glancing up to see him looking at you smiling fondly
  •  Then him leaning down and pecking you on the lips with a low, husky thank you
  • Like imagine him moving your hair away from your neck to put on a necklace for you
  • Him carrying your lipstick in his suit pocket so you don’t have to take a clutch
  • Him holding your hand as you get out at the venue and him helping you get out of the car
  • Holding your hand all around the even (like for paparazzi and stuff and so you don’t get lost)
  •  Like his hand around your waist and him beaming brightly bc he’s so happy that you’re by his side
  •  Him showing you off (like that Will Smith thing) (soRrY)
  •  Him sitting next to you, your hands intertwined and resting on either his leg/lap or yours
  •  Him resting his arm on the back of your chair (maybe playing with the tips of your hair) or on your leg and leaning in to whisper stuff to you
  • Him kissing you on the cheek or a kiss peck on the lips or forehead as he goes off to get ready to perform at the award show/event and you wishing him a good luck 
  • Other idols eyeing you up and Tae noticing and pulling you in closer
  • People seeing you together and realising just how in love you are AND FINDING IT ADORABLE
  •  Like ARMY would be all over that shit I’m talking gifs made of you two together, them tweeting about how cute you two and how good you looked, it would be like such a big ship within in the fandom

Feel free to request anything! (X) ❤️

cupids || jeff atkins

prompt: based off my post

warnings: fluff :)

a/n: this is for my man jeff who i love and appreciate !! also first 13 reasons why imagine !! feedback is appreciated and requests are always open


You and Jeff walked into the gymnasium, your arms interlocked at the elbow. You had worn your favorite dress, which complimented your body perfectly. The moment you stepped out your house door, Jeff was swooning. Your cheeks had turned a bright shade of red. “You look beautiful Y/N.” Jeff said before giving you a kiss on your lips. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” You replied. You weren’t lying, the man looked heavenly in suits.

But as you entered, you saw white snowflakes along the walls and blue lights illuminated the gym. You headed over to the table with food, grabbing a light snack. You looked around the crowded gym for Jeff, spotting him sitting on bleachers, next to Clay Jensen. You walked over and sat on the other side of Clay. “And what are you boys talking about now?” You ask, taking a bite of your snack.

“Um, nothing Y/N. Jeff is just meddling with my love life.” Clay replied, looking across the gym. A small smile had appeared on his face, and you followed his view only to see, Hannah Baker. “Go talk to her. Ask her to dance.” You speak up, looking at Clay with a grin on your face. “You know I can’t dance.” He shot back, leading to Jeff letting out a laugh. “Nobody here could dance.” He claimed, and the three of you looked around, laughing and agreeing with your boyfriend’s statement.

“C'mon Jenson. We made a deal, if i got a C or above, you would come to the dance. Now go and talk to her.” Jeff spoke, Clay sighing then standing up, mumbling a rushed ‘Fine.’ You and Jeff watch as Clay and Hannah walk up to each other. You see Hannah speak and a smile appears on her face, then the two start to dance, if you could call it dancing. You and Jeff high five each other, big grins on each other faces.

“I totally ship them.” You spoke. “Our meddling has totally worked.” Jeff replied and you nodded your head in agreement. The two of you intertwine your fingers, leaning into a passionate kiss. Jeff cups your face in his hands as you both pull away. “I love you Y/N Y/L/N.” Jeff said in admiration. “And I love you Jeff Atkins.” You stand up, stepping off the bleachers and reaching out your head. “Now c'mon Atkins, dance with me.” You smirk, Jeff stands up and takes your hand in his.

The two of you walk and start to dance but making sure the both of you could keep an eye on Hannah and Clay. “Look Atkins, we’re cupids now.“ You said motioning Jeff to the view of Hannah and Clay kissing. Jeff brings you into a hug and kisses your forehead. “You’re my sweetheart Y/LN. I love you.” Jeff speaks and you feel yourself blush. “What did I do to be blessed by Jeff Atkins?” You ask before the two of you continue to spend the rest of the night in the company of each other.


oh my i hope you like this because i didnt know how to end it also this isnt edited sorry if it sucks ://

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the millionaire and his lover

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

summary: over the course of your lifelong friendship with jungkook, you can’t say that you’ve ever had the greatest ideas, and a fake relationship with the boy you’ve been in love with for years is no exception. 

{self-gratuitous ceo au, friends-to-lovers, and fake relationship trope rolled into one big shitstorm of a jungkook fic}

word count: 18k

warnings: very light smut, shitty angst

a/n: hello all! i wanted to kickoff my writing on this blog with a bang, so here’s a longish fic on my wildest dreams. feel free to request things in my inbox here!

When you first tell people that you happen to know CEO and multimillionaire Jeon Jungkook, they tell you one of three things:

1: You’re so lucky! Could you introduce me?

2: You must have saved an entire country in your past life.

3: Is he as much of an asshole as the news outlets make him out to be?

What you don’t say, though, is this: You and Jungkook have had history for as long as you could remember. As not only neighbors, but also childhood friends, you happen to know quite a lot about the man who made a name of himself before he even graduated from university. You would also very much like to keep quiet the fact that you’ve harbored a crush on the boy for quite some time now, obvious to everyone whose name isn’t Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook is, in one word, brilliant. He is brilliantly intelligent, brilliantly talented, brilliantly beautiful. He is suave and smooth and gets what he wants and if he didn’t possess such a disdain for the tabloids that do nothing but stretch the truth, he would have them wrapped around his finger. Sure, he’s no actor or singer, but he is a celebrity, and a skilled one at that. The media know no boundaries when it comes to a man like Jungkook, painting him as stunning yet rude, rich yet selfish, smart but cold. You know they blow his brief affairs out of proportion, and you know they will never know the boy who fell off of his bicycle in the second grade.

Jungkook is not powerful enough to replace the stars in your sky, but he is powerful enough to rearrange them right in front of your eyes, creating endless constellations that all remind you of him. He is the boy you have cherished since your elementary school days, when he would accidentally drool on your shoulder and throw sand into your mouth, and you are the girl who, despite all class differences, has stuck by him through thick and thin. It is not enough, but perhaps to him, it is.

“Do you ever try to mooch off of his wealth?” People ask you. “I would.”

And sure, every now and then you will ask him for money and he will give it to you, but your intentions are pure and you do not, will not, ever take his generosity for granted. Not when he has so much and you so little. You know what life is like when the world keeps trying to trip you, and a bit of smooth ground is not enough to keep you from forgetting the struggle.

That is, until you get laid off your job due to an influx of new workers, and your next student debt payment is due in roughly, a week.

What?”

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Alluring Tune | (m)

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: Fluff, a lot of smut
Warnings: Mature content
Word Count: 4.4K

His voice was almost a whisper, warm breath hitting the shell of your ear. And the heat coupled with the slow, savory movements of his fingers overtop the thin fabric had an almost numbing effect, your mind drawing a blank as you enter an intoxicating haze.

“I thought there was no punishment?” you manage to say, swallowing back the moans that threatened to escape.
“This is a demonstration baby, not a punishment.”

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Some Place Away

WS!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Roughly based on Ariana Grande’s Dangerous Woman

Word Count: +3k | Rating: R

Warnings: Angst, SMUT. UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap your wang, before you bang!)

A/N: alright, this was hard to write, and my head hurts but i was determined to write my first song fic and this is for KUMI!!! (@mellifluous-melodramas​) my wifey! OMG I’M NERVOUS HOE

(also, i’ve added ‘///’ where the smut starts and ends)

y’all, enjoy and do drop a comment in my ask box or anywhere

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(*gifs are not mine)


Somewhere in London, January 28, 1992; 12.47am.

You lean on the lamp post, far from them on the empty street, your gaze never leaving his form as you watch your soldier talking to another woman, who was rather getting a little too handsy with him. Her delicate fingers brushing up over his prosthetic arm, treating it like a delicate, poor little flower.

It disgusts you to no end and your violent mind thinks of all the scenarios where you’d do anything to keep her away from him. Keep everything, everyone away from him. But you know he’s only doing his job, the one that HYDRA forced him to do.

But there are so many other ways of gathering information. You could have taken matters in your own hand, but since the Soldier was granted the liberty for this mission, he thought it could be done without any sort of destruction, which you would never hesitate to cause.

It has been half an hour since they’re talking and as much as you wanted to ignore the sting in your heart, your brain overtakes your feelings and reminds you once again that you’re nothing but the protector; you’re here just to keep an eye on the asset. Any other sort of attachment would cost you both your lives.

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Blowjob

Deadpool x Reader

Warnings: It’s fucking Deadpool. 

Summary: Your girl Nega hooks you up with Wade Wilson. 

Originally posted by my-daily-space

The bar was dingy as fuck.

Fuck it was downright biowaste, but it was the place your date picked. And now you were questioning the whole damn thing.

Cursing Nega under your breath for setting you up with her ‘friend’, you hustled into the bar and looked down at your phone. Quickly you texted the number of Wade Wilson, the man you had been talking to on and off for the last week and a half.

“I’m here.”

A second later, your cell buzzed. “Holy shit you’re way hotter in person. Fuck me.”

Another buzz. “Full disclosure, I have a boner.”

Another buzz. “Also my penis is big.”

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