but he has such good flow

Don’t you think there was something fishy (bat tum tiss) about the new episode of Samurai Jack? (XCIX) SPOILERS!!

Jack eats this weird shrimp and turns into a fish. He’s still a fish when he and Ashi are boarding the camel. He says, “I don’t feel so good.”

There’s a purple flash before they board and Jack’s human again. The episode starts off normal but after this scene it all feels off and everything feels out of character. It doesn’t fit the writing or flow of the show or Genndy. And I think that’s the point. I feel like there has to be a purpose for the fish scene and the writers are up to something. Something about the transition. Something about Jack and Ashi’s behavior. There were a lot of aspects of this episode that didn’t fit the series. It was a weird episode but I think that was the intention.

Didn’t the pacing feel weird? The transitions? The fact they extended that kiss for a reeeaaallllyyyyy long time? Doesn’t it feel like they’re planning something? Why isn’t Ashi in the preview for the next episode?

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MONSTA X for PopTeen (June issue): SHOWNU

— ALL ABOUT YOU

Q1: What is your normal clothing like?
SHOWNU: Clean style.

Q2: Any hobbies?
SHOWNU: Watching our performances and martial arts videos on Youtube.

Q3: What is the first thing you do after you wake up?
SHOWNU: Shave beard.

Q4: What 3 things would you bring to a stranded island?
SHOWNU: Jack knife, fire, ball.

Q5: If you had a superpower?
SHOWNU: Not gain weight, no matter what I eat.

Q6: What is the last thing you want to eat before you die?
SHOWNU: Mom’s food.

— TELL US ABOUT THE MEMBERS

Q1: In one phrase, what kind of group is MONSTA X?
SHOWNU: When you first look at them you get a powerful and cool image, but on the inside they’re soft and playful.

Q2: What is your favourite MONSTA X song?
SHOWNU: ‘Beautiful’.

Q3: Which member has the biggest gap?
SHOWNU: Hyungwon. When he’s up on stage or walking the runway he has a cool composure and seems hard to get close to, but in reality, he has a plain personality with good simplicity.

Q4: Who is the most fashionable?
SHOWNU: Minhyuk. Like a slim boyfriend, he looks good in whatever he wears.

— IF THE MEMBERS WERE 〇〇?

Q: Explain each member in one word
SHOWNU:

Kihyun: Caring
Minhyuk: Proactive
Jooheon: Active but composed
Wonho: Hopping
Changkyun: 4D
Hyungwon & Shownu: Goes with the flow

Korean translation: @n_ning_2
English translation: @potatoestorm

I saw this post I made a little while ago come back across my dash recently and it made me want to kick up the idea of a Farm-Boy Danny AU again, so let’s start this sucker off-

At the end of TUE, Clockwork doesn’t save Danny’s family and friends and they all die in the explosion. Now faced with the very real possibility of following his evil future self’s path, he outright refuses to live with Vlad and instead begs his Aunt Alicia to let him stay with her.

She really doesn’t have the space or experience to take care of a teenager but Danny is determined. He even counters the child service’s complaints about lack of space and amenities by offering to let Alicia use his inheritance to renovate her home, and even sells off some of his parent’s inventions to the GIW for extra money (it’s not like he’ll be around for them to use it on)

In the end through sheer stubborn force of will he gets everyone to agree and starts a new life helping Alicia to cultivate her farm, which begins to prosper much more thanks to Danny’s extra cash getting in some new livestock and veggie gardens. Unfortunately the entire time is spent with Vlad breathing down their necks looking for legal loopholes to get Danny out of Alicia’s custody and into his. He even stoops to having Skulker seek them out, raise a little hell and just make things all out difficult for them to keep the farm in one piece since if Alicia can’t keep up a good cash flow to take care of them both then Vlad can have Danny taken from her.

Part of the reason Danny’s mental condition stagnated in his original aborted timeline was because living with Vlad and having everything handed to him he had nothing to do but lock himself in his room and dwell on his thoughts and make himself more miserable.

Living on a farm Danny finds himself far more busy and finds less time to dwell on his thoughts. The times when he does think about his family and friends he has Alicia there with him, who’ll notice his funk and immediately start sharing funny stories from her and Maddie’s childhood. Danny will, in return, share funny stories about the shenanigans him and his friends would always get up to. Having Alicia understand his pain (after all, she did just lose her only sister) and help to keep him dwelling on positive memories helps him to heal just a little bit more easily.

He keeps his ghost powers a secret from Alicia, mostly because he hasn’t yet figured out her opinion on ghosts and he hasn’t seen any reason to tell her. As it is he rarely slips into ghost form any more except to go out on late night flights and occasionally kick Skulker off the premises, but he does use his powers to help him with farm work whenever he feels like it. Although some days when he’s in a particularly bad funk he’ll do it all like a regular human.

Things go fairly well (besides the occasional sabotage attempt by either Vlad or his cronies) until Danny’s ice powers start kicking in. Having no way of controlling them and no access to the Far Frozen for help besides Vlad’s portal (he’d had the Fenton portal deactivated and taken apart before leaving Amity Park, he didn’t want the ghost’s coming through and destroying everything while he was gone) Danny’s powers continue to grow out of control. Of course eventually Alicia notices that something’s up and Danny can’t play it off as an illness for very long, especially with his temperature consistently plummeting. When everything he touches starts turning to ice under his fingers he realises that he has to come clean with Alicia, or she’s going to discover his secret herself.

But even then it might not matter if he can’t get his powers under control and stop himself from slipping him into an unintentional hibernation.

night

They kiss on the couch, hands and lips lazy, plates and forks discarded. Jack’s mouth is soft and warm and Bitty feels like he’s being pulled under by each sweep of tongue against his bottom lip, each press of thumb against his hip. They kiss, time turned slow and thick, dripping golden as honey from second to second.

Until Jack’s hand slips beneath the hem of Bitty’s shirt, his fingers spreading across the small of his back, and Bitty’s heart ratchets up a notch and his teeth graze Jack’s lip. Jack’s breath catches. He pulls away–eyes dark and cheeks pink, mouth red–and then he’s saying Bitty’s name and pulling Bitty on top of him.

The stretch of his thighs where he straddles Jack’s, the solidity of Jack’s chest beneath his palms, the look in Jack’s eyes as Bitty rises above him; all of it is perfect, all of it is good.

“Jack.”

“Bitty,” Jack says. “Bits.” And then both hands are skimming beneath Bitty’s shirt, up his back. He pulls Bitty close and Bitty goes, eagerly, fits their mouths together.

He’d been so nervous at first, afraid that he wasn’t enough, was too inexperienced. That he wouldn’t be what Jack wanted, not really, when all was said and done. He still gets nervous, to be honest; they haven’t been together that long. But everything Jack has done, every touch and every word, pushes those fears away, wearing them down until there’s only the ebb and flow of want between them.

Bitty kisses him. Bitty is kissed. Each touch of Jack’s sinks into him, grounds him even as it sends the world spinning. He’s drunk off it after so long without. School and hockey and distance and public personas keep them apart, will continue to keep them apart. But here in the privacy of Jack’s home, there’s nothing to stop them touching.

Jack’s hair is soft beneath his fingertips, his skin warm. His hands beneath Bitty’s shirt are huge, and Bitty wants them elsewhere, everywhere. All he has to do is ask.

Jack will give.

Reasons why i think ppl should like shino:

• He was basically a child prodigy -wasnt considered as prodigious as Sasuke Uchiha who was both very smart but also was considered a prodigy bc of his namesake (but got his shit kicked out of him by Rock Lee in no time) - even so that he was almost recruited to become a ROOT member. He was like what, 8? But Danzo was like “wow shibi your son is so smart and talented, he should come join my top secret organization. No im serious. It’s an order.”
• Blew a mother fuckers arms off in a fight at age 12, like tell me thats not the realest shit.
• Tracked down Sasuke AND sassed Sasuke (“i hate repeating myself” godbless), fought Kankuro and turns out he did this for himself but also to give Sasuke, who he didnt even talk to, time to go fight Gaara without any hindrance. Like fucking he almost died of poison and just laying there hoping he gave Sasuke enough time
• The Shino laughing episode and him just being like god i just wanna fuckin die like me too buddy
• Looking for the beetle to track Sasuke down and him just kinda like “the fuck ever” when 3 grown ass petty adults were like “fuck your clan you 12 yr old fuck.” Like uhh he dont care who tf are you
• Trolled the others hardcore when they tried figuring out what his eyes looked like and was like “oh you wanna see my eyes? No problem heres what my eyes look liBEETLES!”
• Actually has rly rly rly bad abandonment issues that causes him to be wary of trusting ppl (thought Kurenai was abandoning him and his team)
• SALTY SHINO MAD BC HE COULDNT GO ON THE SASUKE RETRIEVAL ARC
• The episode he secretly trained some pre genin and in his flashback kiba was like “arent you mad hinata has the upper hand” and shino was like “no i am not, why? Because I do not discriminate between opponents”
• Him training rly hard to be good at hand to hand combat bc he didnt want to be weak and not be able to help his friends so he kicked a Jonins ass and was like “ you insult my insects? You hurt my friends? take this!” And fucking just tackles the fucker
• Shino telling his students he has faith he will survive bc his friendships
• The ep he basically almost killed himself trying to save Kiba, Neji, and fucking Akamaru, using his own chakra to keep theirs flowing despite him damn knowing if he runs out hed fuckin die but he dont care
• Uhhh the episode with Torune??? And Shino basically calling him brother??? And young Shino almost being put into the ROOTs as a human tool?? And wanting to be like Torune and CREATING his own fuckin mutated beetles
• GOT PAST his fears of abandonment bc of Torune’s encouragement and bc of everyone else showing him it’s ok to be vulnerable
• HIS ATTACK THAT CAUSES GIANT BEETLES TO GROW AND BLOW UP
• HIS DREAM IS TO FIND A WEIRD GIANT NEW INSECT SPECIES. HE EVEN DREAMT HE RODE ON A GIANT BEETLE
• Him being asexual as all hell and being all awkward and needing reassurance it’s ok that he didnt want a romantic partner, he just wanted to study bugs and support his pals
• TAKING DOWN AN ENTIRE FLEET OF WAR SHIPS SINGLE HANDEDLY TO A HEAVY METAL RENDITION OF FLIGHT OF THE BUMBLEBEE BC YA KNOW WHY NOT

Reasons to not like shino:
• Not enough episodes
• Hoodie covers his pretty face

anonymous asked:

can you do a daddy!dom!phil and dom!pj with bottom!dan? if you could have dan call pj something like sir that would be great too. Feel free to add anything

Yo I went a bit nuts with the “add anything”. Includes daddy!kink, exhibitionism, degradation , toys, fisting, double penetration, Dan being a little cock/cumslut jfc someone stop me.

Phil loves living with Dan, there’s no question about it. When it comes to roommates, Dan’s the full package; he’s Phil’s best friend, so he always has someone to talk to and play video games with, but he’s also his boyfriend, which means blowjobs and cuddles, too. He has all the other attributes of a great roommate as well – he cooks and cleans up after himself and always pays his rent on time. It’s very rare that they squabble and if they do it’s over something silly that’s resolved by the time they head to bed together. They’re perfect for each other, but the only problem with having such an incredible all-in-one human like Dan is that they tend to forget other people exist. It’s never on purpose, they just have a habit of getting caught up in their little life together and end up neglecting their other friends. That’s why, when Phil realises it’s almost been a year since they’ve seen PJ, he picks up the phone and invites their old friend around.

Another thing Dan and Phil don’t do as much as they used to is drink, so when the curly-haired 26-year-old turns up at their door, green eyes twinkling and right hand clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels, Phil knows it’s going to be an interesting night.

Keep reading

Introducing Treasure hunter Goth and Treasure Hunter Palette

TH!Goth and TH!Palette belongs to me/starlumen

Treasure Hunter Goth:

  • TH!Goth is similar to ORIGINAL GOTH but bad-ass and a kick-ass.
  • He will not give mercy on anyone who ever fight him.
  • He is actually a nice guy specially to his friends and his family members.
  • He has a good instinct of wrong and right.
  • He was very nerd of books. (Specially History)
  • He PRETTY RARELY seeing him smile and laugh
  • . (a serious guy, duo to the…past *echo past repeatedly*)

The character will grow development on the flow of the story.

Goth belongs to @nekophy!!

Treasure Hunter Palette:

  • He is an energetic and cheerful just like the ORIGINAL
  • He is self-confident and mischievous, a lot of trouble.
  • He likes to treasure hunter with his buddies and solving riddles and puzzles with them. (a smart-ass one)
  • He likes to help others, sometimes he can’t be trusted with strangers.
  • He is someone who makes jokes to lighten the mood, very positive guy.
  • He’s very fond with the history of the artifacts like Goth, however he likes to get the hand of the treasure)

The character will grow development on the flow of the story.

Palette belongs to @angexci!!


READ IT PLEASE:

This AU still WIP (Working In Progress) I’m still brainstorming for the story and riddles, puzzles ( though I am bad at making riddle such a poetry however, I have a friend to help me with it) I can just write it in 1 sitting writing then I will make it into a comic (when I am ready for it.)

ATLA AU

Connor and Zoe are fire nation. Possible children of a noble family. Connor is really good at his firebending when he feeds it with his anger like Zuko, but whenever he’s not angry it comes across rather lazily. He just doesn’t care to find anything else to fuel it. Zoe is the perfect child, and her firebending is nearly flawless, though she has issues with her anger sometimes too.

Jared is Earth Nation. His parents put him through bending lessons and sent him to summer camps for benders. He lies to them a lot and sneaks away to participate in tournaments, which he’s actually pretty good at when he does get cocky/distracted while gloating/making fun of his competition.

Alana’s from the northern Water Tribe. She grew up learning how to heal and any other expectations that would fall under being a waterbending woman. She constantly strives for more though, has that desire to learn and constantly grow, so she spies on the boys during their lessons and mimics them until she masters waterbending.

And then there’s Evan, our avatar. Born an airbender, he is raised by the monks. But he struggles - he is often too anxious to really go with the flow. He masters airbending, of course, or at least the motions. It’s not until he begins learning the other elements that he is able to truly use his powers to the best of his ability.

Fairly young, he’s sent to the water tribe to begin his avatar training. He meets and befriends Alana, who sort of just ends up attaching herself to him, involving herself in the duties of an Avatar. She’s not his water bending master but he can’t say she’s not a teacher. He learns she faces her own anxieties and shows him he’s not alone. They celebrate their wins, and when he leaves to go study earth bending, no one’s even surprised that she just invites herself alone. No one resists.

They’re 14 when they meet Jared, and he’s scathingly sarcastic. He boasts about his skill, sometimes too much, and it gets him in trouble. When Evan gets frustrated with earth bending because it’s SO different from his element, he ends up turning to Jared for help. And Jared does help, in lots of ways. And he helps Jared, who has never really had a genuine friend before.

They make their way to the fire district at 17. They are introduced to the fire bending prodigy Zoe Murphy to be Evan’s master. But somehow, no matter how long and hard they study, Evan’s not learning. He can’t reach down inside himself and find the flame. It’s not that she’s a bad teacher, but she’s not relatable like Alana with her anxiety and Jared with his social isolation.

And then he and Connor find each other. And they help each other because out of everyone, their mental state affects their bending the most. And they get close, and Connor is able to face some of his issues and find a flame that isn’t fueled by fire. And Evan is able to understand that his emotions can feed into his power when he controls them, instead of fearing them.

Additionally, the adorable friendships within the group. Firebending Zoe falling head over heels for Waterbending Alana - they learn to fight together in a beautiful mix of fire and water. Alana and Connor becoming best friends, Alana has seen Connor at his worst and used her waterbending to fix him up when he hurts himself. Jared and Connor being super sarcastic at each other and constantly throwing harmless pebbles/sparks at each other. 

ALSO, Evan stimming with waterbending, it really helps with his anxiety. Watching Connor firebend is also relaxing. Earth isn’t the same because it’s so different from his native element.

K-I-S-S-I-N-G - Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: You have yet to experience your first kiss when you are cast as Peter Parker’s love interest in the upcoming Spiderman movie. It doesn’t help that your character is the one who initiates the kiss and that you like your costar, Tom.

Word Count: 2500

A/N: I absolutely love Tom and Harrison’s friendship. In order to fit my idea for this imagine, I had to make Harrison kind of a jerk. So my apologies to anyone who would get offended over that. Harrison seems like a good person-please do not allow this fictional one shot determine how you see him.

~~~

“Rise and shine!” Someone shouted, their muffled voice ringing throughout your hotel room. You turned under your covers, planting your face into your warm pillow with a groan-not ready to start the day.

“Wake up, Y/N.” Another person insisted, knocking lightly on the door.

“Don’t make me come in there. Get up, you lazy butt.” The first voice threatened and the knocking got louder. You threw your warm covers off you and shouted back.

“I’m coming, Haz! No need to break down my door!” You replied. You yawned and rubbed your eyes.

“Hurry up.” Harrison stated.

“Take your time.” Tom said.

“No, hurry up. We’re going to be late.”

“We won’t be late.” The boys began to argue outside of your hotel door as you changed into decent clothes. You brushed your teeth quickly before combing out your hair.

“Are you ready yet?” Harrison asked impatiently. You opened your door with a tired smile. He sighed, “Finally!”

“We still have half an hour.” You stated, closing your door and beginning the walk down the hallway to the elevator.

“Y/N, I got you your coffee. Just the way you like it.” Tom said, handing you the hot cup. You smiled gratefully as you took it. He was always doing small things for you, such as getting you coffee almost daily as if he was your personal assistant.

“You’re a life saver. Thank you.” You replied, taking a sip of it. You kissed his cheek, missing how his cheeks flared as you did so. The elevator doors opened and the three of you stepped inside.

“Where are the others?” You asked.

“They’ve all got the day off. I wouldn’t be surprised if they all are sleeping in.” Tom explained.

“I wish I could be that lucky. So are we shooting mainly our scenes today then?” Tom was the star of the movie, playing Peter Parker aka Spiderman. You were portraying the love interest of Peter, which meant the two of you had a lot of scenes together. You both got along great and that chemistry transitioned onto the screen. You would even dare to say you had a developing crush on the dorky British actor. And oh how Harrison loved to tease you about it. He was like the annoying older brother that teased you and you would fire right back at him.

“Can we stop for breakfast on the way to the studio?” Harrison asked, “I’m hungry.”

“Hi, hungry. Nice to meet you.” You teased and he rolled his eyes.

“I really hate you sometimes.” He replied.

“No, you love me.”

~~~

After getting breakfast for the three of you on the way there, you were sat in the makeup chair, having your artist begin applying makeup to your face. A smirking Harrison came towards you from where Tom was talking to the director.

“What’s got you all smug, Haz?” You asked.

“Oh, nothing. I just figured out what scene you’re shooting today.” He beamed in excitement. You closed your eyes as your makeup artist began to do your eyeshadow.

“What scene would that be? Your cameo?”

“Nope.” Harrison replied, “Peter and Y/C/N’s kiss.” If your makeup artist hadn’t been working on your eyes, you were sure your eyes would’ve fallen out of your head. It’s not that you didn’t like the idea of kissing Tom, but it was that you had never kissed anyone before. A first kiss was something that little girls dreamed of and it had never happened to you. Now, you were being robbed of that experience because of your choice to become an actress. You knew you would have to kiss him eventually for the role since it was imbedded into the script that your characters would share one. It was even harder to think about the kiss because your character instigates it and not Peter.

“Really? The kiss scene already?” You questioned.

“Yep.” You could hear the joy in Harrison’s voice. Your makeup artist finished with your eyes and called it good. You thanked her and then grabbed your script, looking over the scene.

“Have fun with it. Shooting starts in ten.” He laughed even more smug than when he came over in the first place. A whole day of taunting was scheduled for you-you could just tell. You read over the scene again and again until the director called you into place.

“Don’t be nervous.” Tom tried to calm you down as your makeup artist applied one last touch of chapstick to your lips.

“That’s very helpful.” You replied sarcastically.

“It’s just like any other kiss, except you’re kissing me.” He stated and the confusion immediately spread across his face-wondering exactly what he just said and why. You two got into position on the set that was your character’s room.

“And action!” The director called.

“I need to go.” Tom said.

“Why? You just got here.” You asked, as Tom moved towards “your” bedroom “door”.

“I-I-I need milk.” He replied and you raised your eyebrows.

“Why are you lying to me?” You raised your voice a little.

“I’m not lying.” Tom stated in an unconvincing tone.

“Peter, we need to talk.” You said, standing from your desk.

“Maybe later, Y/C/N. I’m sorry-I’ve really got to go.” He put his hand on your door handle.

“Peter Parker, you listen to me right now.” You demanded and watched as his hand dropped. Your voice went into a whisper, “Are you Spiderman or is it a hobby of yours to get into fights and play with my feelings?”

“I-I-” Tom voiced. His voice and facial expressions clearly showing the internal conflict bubbling inside of Peter. “Yes.” He sighed, “But no one can know. Not Ned and especially not Aunt May.”

“How? How did this happen?” You asked, stepping closer to him.

“It’s a long story. Just stay inside tonight, promise?” He replied, meeting your eyes. You were supposed to pull him in for a kiss by taking him either by the shirt or the back of his neck, but, instead, you sighed and looked away.

“Cut!” The director yelled.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, guilt and embarrassment eating you up. You felt guilty for ruining the otherwise great scene and you were embarrassed for letting your feelings get the better of you. It just didn’t feel right to you to initiate your first kiss with your cast mate in front of tons of cameras.

“Just take a breather. That was really good.” Tom stated. He was always the encouraging and supportive cast mate. If you struggled even in the slightest, he would be there to help you. You had spent several nights in each other’s hotel rooms, reading your lines and acting out scenes; but never once has this scene been brought up between you two.

“I’m good-I’m good. Let’s run this again.” You stated, trying to convince everyone, including yourself, that you could do it again. You and Tom went back to your original place to restart the scene.

“Action!” The director called and the cameras began to roll once more. The lines flowed from both of your mouths easily and then the important part came.

“Just stay inside, promise?” Tom asked. You inhaled a sharp breath before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to you. The moment your lips locked, your mind became clouded with thoughts. Was this what kissing felt like? Were you doing it right? What was Tom going to think? Did he think you were good? Was it too much? Was it convincing? There was a loud laugh from off set, making the director call cut.

“Harrison!” Tom shouted, breaking away from you. You closed your eyes and dropped your hands to your sides to process what had just happened. You had just experienced your first kiss-now you could never go back.

“If you can’t keep your mouth shut Osterfield, you’re going outside.” The director said. Harrison nodded, trying to stifle his laughter.

“Two people kissing isn’t that funny.” Tom added. Harrison was ordered to leave because his laughter was not stopping.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized to Tom.

“Don’t be. You did fine.” He replied with a small smile.

“I haven’t initiated a kiss in a while.” You mumbled, embarrassed.

“You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. It wasn’t bad. I just didn’t kiss back because it’s not scripted for Peter.”

“Let’s roll this again!” The director shouted.

By the tenth take of the scene, you and Tom had to focus on not laughing. It began to stop being uncomfortable and awkward, but it was still an unusual thing for you. You pulled him in for the kiss as scripted and he started to laugh against your lips, making you burst out in giggles as well.

“Two people kissing isn’t that funny, Tom. Get a grip.” You teased while laughing all the same.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He repeated as he tried controlling his laughter.

The last time you and Tom had to do the scene was by far the strangest one for you. It was written that you would kiss him and then, after a moment, he would begin to kiss you back-right as you pulled away. But all of that did not happen for the last take.

The moment his lips hit yours he began to kiss you back. It surprised you at first, but you continued with it. You pulled away from him.

“Go get ‘em, Peter.” You said quietly, finishing the scene.

~~~

“I am so going to beat you.” Harrison said cockily to Jacob as the two began to play a video game in Tom’s trailer.

“Tom’s going to be so pissed at us for drinking all of his Dr. Pepper.” Laura laughed, sitting down beside Zendaya on the couch.

“Hey, you drank the last one.” Zendaya stated.

“I called dibs before we got here, so technically it was Jacob.” She replied.

“No blaming me for anything.” Jacob said, his eyes glued to the large TV screen. The girls watched as the boys played their game, waiting for the last of their cast mates to arrive. It was a common thing for the cast that had finished their filming to wait in someone’s trailer before going back to the hotel or grabbing a bite to eat. This time, they had all snuck into Tom’s trailer and (im)patiently waited for you and him to arrive.

“It’s always your fault.” Harrison responded. Their ears perked up as they heard the trailer door open.

“It was fine-I promise.” Tom said, walking into the room with you following him. He sighed as he saw the four others sprawled in his living room area.

“Really? You lot couldn’t just go to your own trailers?” Tom asked, kicking off his shoes.

“You have the biggest TV.” Harrison and Jacob replied simultaneously.

“Your couch is comfy.” Zendaya shrugged.

“My trailer is the smallest.” Laura stated. Tom rolled his eyes, “Can we go to dinner now?”

“No! I have to beat him first.” Harrison exclaimed. Laura got up from his spot on the couch and stood in front of the TV, blocking their view. You rolled your eyes at the boys who tried to see around her. You picked up the remote and turned the TV off, much to Jacob and Harrison’s dismay.

“You’re no fun.” Harrison pouted.

“I’ve been filming all day. I am more tired than you can imagine. All I want to do is eat and sleep.” You stated, standing by Tom in the doorway.

“Are your lips tired too?” Harrison teased making a kissy face at you. You took one of Tom’s throw pillows and chucked it at him.

“Aw, man. Was that today? We missed the kiss scene?” Zendaya whined.

“You didn’t miss anything.” You said.

“It was so funny. They were terribly awkward about the whole thing.” Harrison stated with a laugh, “Was there any tongue?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at Tom, “Kissing burns 6 calories a minute. How many did you two burn today? How chapped are your lips?” He continued as the others began to laugh and Tom rolled his eyes, “What’s the flavor of Y/N’s lipgloss? Strawberry or vanilla?”

“Do it again.” Jacob encouraged.

“Yeah, do it for our friends.” Harrison taunted.

“Harrison-” Laura started, being the one who saw the upset look flash across your face.

“Can we drop this?” Tom asked, feeling slightly annoyed at his best friend.

“You guys go to dinner. I’ll just eat on my own tonight.” You said, turning and leaving the trailer with all eyes on you. Tom’s trailer was silent as everyone’s attention shifted to Harrison, who was now looking extremely worried and guilty. It wasn’t unusual for him to make slightly taunting jokes; normally you would give him sassy remarks. Laura and Tom made eye contact and she sent him a silent look that told him to go after you. Wordlessly, Tom left his friends and went to your trailer that wasn’t too far from his.

He knocked on your door quietly. He listened as footsteps drew closer to the other side of the door.

“Harrison?” You asked with a unsteady voice.

“The other one.” Tom replied. His heartbeat quickened as the door slowly opened. He felt a pain form inside him as he registered the red color of your eyes-you had been crying and it had been partially his fault.

“Can I come in?” He asked and you nodded, allowing him to enter. He shut the door behind him as you went back to your small kitchen. Tom followed you in there.

“Cereal for dinner?” He questioned, acknowledging the empty bowl, spoon, milk and cereal box on your counter.

“It’s all I’ve got.” You shrugged.

“May I join you?” Tom asked and you nodded, getting another bowl for him and a spoon. You two sat down at the table and began to eat the cereal in silence.

“I’m sorry for what Harrison was saying.” Tom spoke up, breaking the quiet air.

“It’s not your fault.” You replied, “I’m just sensitive about it.”

“Why would you be sensitive about kissing?” It was an innocent question-he meant no harm. You paused for a moment before answering.

“Because I’ve never been kissed. I’ve never been in a serious relationship and I’ve never kissed anyone. Today was difficult because I had to initiate it and I had no clue what I was doing.” You said in a hushed tone. Tom’s spoon clattered as it fell into his bowl.

“You-you’ve never been kissed-like ever?” He asked in confusion.

“That’s the meaning of never, is it not?” You replied dryly. “I already feel foolish as it is. I don’t need you, Harrison, or anyone else mocking me for it.”

“No-no-I’d never.” Tom stated, “I was just confused because earlier today when we were-ya know-kissing, it didn’t seem like you were that inexperienced.”

“So you’re saying I didn’t completely suck? Thanks.” You commented back sarcastically.

“That’s not what I meant. I mean, you still need practice, but it’s only because you’ve never done it before. You are a good kisser-I wouldn’t mind doing it again. It probably would have been better if I kissed back as well.”

“What did you just say? You wouldn’t mind kissing me?” You asked.

“Of course not.” Tom paused, “The truth is: I really like you. I was excited then and I’m excited now to have you play Peter’s love interest.”

“You know, I wouldn’t mind kissing you again either.” You replied with a shy smile on your face. Tom placed one of hands on the side of your cheek and drew you into him, planting his lips on yours.

You have probably kissed him at least twenty times today, but it’s different than those kisses. There is a spark in it and it’s filled with emotion and passion. It’s not acting, it’s real. You pulled away breathless, feeling your lips buzz.

“Now that was a kiss.” You said.

“And I plan on doing it a lot more.” Tom mumbled against your lips, locking them with his in another kiss.

Good Boys Like Bad Girls (Part 1)



Summary: Most teachers had a pet student but not many students had one. Except you.

Author’s Note: Just 3.5k of nerd!tae femdom smut. Listen to THIS while reading the bathroom scene.

Kinks Included in this chapter: Toy use (on tae)- sexual acts in public- tae wearing panties ;)

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Part 2, Part 3

The room shook with deafening vibrations. He stared in awe at his fellow students who seemed completely oblivious of what was happening right in their presence, and Mr. Thomson droned on as if the room wasn’t about to cave in. Taehyung alone sensed it, like how animals seem to know just before an earthquake is about to strike while the dumb humans went on with their lives unaware of the disaster about to befall them… Or maybe he was the only one hearing it because the source of the vibrations was stuck so far up his ass that each time he shifted in his seat his vision went star-white.

A light chuckle tickled his ear and his tormentor whispered, “Ease up, puppy, you’re gonna call attention to us.” The words were nice and soothing but the hand that ran up the inside of his thigh was anything but.

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A Touch Of Love, 1.

Genre | Romance / Valentine’s Day drabbles.

Pairing | Kim Taehyung / Reader.

Prompt“No, like– It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

Words | 1,099 words.


Kim Taehyung knows better than to expect you to be on time.

It is but a mere concept created by humanity! You will always exclaim as a feeble excuse to defend your indisputable lack of management when it comes to the twenty-four hours of a day. There is no doubt about it that you leave important, need-to-be-attended-to matters to the final, clutching seconds before they are due, and that a decent handful of minutes are lost between the spaces of your fingers, squandered to distractions and procrastination.

It is a behaviour that Taehyung hates to adore, a terrible skill that you have refined to the marrow, yet he cannot deny how unbearably endearing it is. Most especially when you arrive just on time, blood flushing your cheeks, eyes shining with the sting of the wind where it cut into the delicate film while you ran, the air punched out of your lungs though you still kiss him as though you are not already lightheaded enough.

Today is no different. Except it is. It is! Because today defines the anniversary that the one and only Kim Taehyung took you out on the first date of a drive-in theatre soaked in the hues of twilight and learned that you could point out all of the constellations in the sky and discovered what buttered popcorn tastes like when stuck in the crevices of your lips and how delightfully warm his hand feels when it is carefully positioned beneath lace in the opening created by your unbuttoned, unzipped jeans. The two of you found love underneath placid starlight in the blanket-laden tray of his ancient truck, a devotion that has been strung in unraveling silk, tied to the towball of the vehicle parked before a screen bigger than imaginable, laced around the bedpost of the room you first made unforgettable love amongst freshly washed sheets, knotted and bound in the landmarks that the both of you claimed as your own along the way in your venture of redamancy until this very moment right here. The third anniversary. Marking the longest relationship that Taehyung has ever had the rapture of being enamoured by, the sole one that he truly believes will continue on until his final breath on this earth.

And you are late. As per usual.

The coffee that Taehyung nurses in the comfort of the outdoor cafe awning is lukewarm by the moment that he notices the escalating soundtrack of sneakers slapping sharp against the pavement, loose pebbles crunching beneath the soles in their trek. And, in that time, there is not a moment to spare to turn around and spectate your approach for you are already skidding into view by the side of the table, a grin splitting your flustered features into that of a crescent moon, arms goofily lifted in the air and Taehyung just about falls in love all over again.

“Happy–” You dive onto his shores, collapsing the entirety of your weight onto his seated, gratified self and kissing him absolutely silly amidst your words– “Third– Anniversary– Lover!”

Taehyung cups your blushing features between his palms, framing beauty and the one thing in this world that he adores like no other, holding your catastrophic entity so preciously. There is honey still pressed to your lips and he yearns for more, bringing your mouths together in gentle intimacy until the rubescent simmer of your cheeks is suitably attributed to the way he dips his tongue into the parted seam of your lips, rather than the urgent sprint you made from the apartment to meet him on the cusp of his ending lunch break.

“You’re hopeless,” Taehyung teases, kisses you once more for good measure, public displays of affection be wholly damned. “Did you just wake up?”

Cheekily, you grin wider and slink away from his hold to position yourself in the opposite seat, red hands on unadulterated display. “Technically, it’s still morning.”

“For only ten more minutes, silly girl.” Affection inflects his tone, and now that you are right here, living and existing before him, the desire to abandon the remaining five hours of his shift to spend the day with you tugs earnestly at his heart. “You still taste of… Breakfast…”

The remainder of Taehyung’s sentence dies on the tip of his tongue as he gets a good look at you, a really good look, beyond the staring at your face that his eyes have been trained on doing since the second you arrived. Practically swallowing your torso is, unmistakably, his own sweater of black and white stripes, the hem tucked into the front of your jeans while the arms are cloaked in the denim of, yet again, his own jacket. The sheer nonchalance that flows confidently in your movements as you flick through a menu has him completely unsure as to whether you realise that you are currently wearing his clothes, or if the sheer rush of getting here enforced you to throw on whatever you could find without noticing the size difference in the attire.

“Is there something on my face?” And Taehyung, in his bewildered state, comes to realise that you are blinking at him, eyebrow raised.

“Ah– No, it’s just that… My clothes–”

A small bubble of laughter escapes your lungs, lowering your lashes to observe your fingertips picking at a loose thread on the cuff of the denim jacket, the tiniest smile nestled in the corner of your mouth. “Oh! Yeah, they are truly so comfy and they smell like your cologne, so I sometimes wear them out while running errands or visiting the university. I never realised you didn’t know! I hope you weren’t wanting to wear these tonight–”

“No, no– I just– They look unacceptably fantastic on you,” Taehyung gradually smiles, adoration swelling in his chest at the affectionate statement you so effortlessly declared. “You suit them more than I do.”

“Why thank you, but you know what they suit better?” You muse, and it is a trap that Taehyung, without realising, steps himself directly into as the sound of acknowledgement he creates is suspended in the air between you, and you are answering the cursed question with a smirk made for sinners.

“The floor.”

And let us just say that Taehyung never thought that the third anniversary with the love of his life would result in him nearly losing his job because he never returned from lunch. Though sometimes, love makes everyone enact upon ludicrous decisions – most especially for him when they are encouraged by the cunning, though adoringly beguiling likes of you.

Drabbles | One: KTH • Two: MYGThree: JHSFour: KNJFive: KSJSix: JJKSeven: PJM (Finale)

Jungkook and Tae’s mischievous plan: MAFIA AU

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ spanking/ bondage/ office sex/ kinky play/ dirty language

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Other characters: Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi

First part: Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Second part: Jungkook: When you grind his thigh

Setting: A follow-up to the previous two parts of the story. Takes place some time after the events from the prequels, when your relationship with Jungkook is already developed. 

Characters:

You: The leader of a mafia organisation.

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age, he’s the right man for you.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


Being a head of a mafia organisation undeniably has its disadvantages, but there is one huge benefit that makes you love this job. You have always found it amusing and entertaining when money has been flowing into your pocket thanks to a variety of different profit-making ventures and shady deals with questionable individuals. You have always managed to make the money find its way into your wallet without breaking much of a sweat. Heck, you’re just very good at it. The more illegal and immoral the method the easier and more exciting it is for you. No risk no fun, as they say, and yeah, you certainly know how to play that game.

For this reason, recently you’ve been very busy with looking for new ways of generating even more income for your gang. Not that you’re having any problems with the budget… It’s just that the more the better, isn’t it? Bearing that in mind, you’ve been having your eyes on some big fish in the city. Initially, you somewhat hoped that Yoongi could make use of his insane hacking skills, and simply steal the passwords of their bank accounts but, much to your dismay, he failed miserably. Despite his impressive experience in doing works like that nothing much came out of it. Turns out that their security systems are just too damn good even for him.

Due to these unfortunate circumstances, you’re now sitting with Yoongi in your office. He’s been trying to complete his task but, unfortunately without much success. He is visibly annoyed and frustrated. It becomes apparent that you will not lay your hands on their money all that easily. It is getting late already and both of you are too tired to go on…

Y: Mmmmkay, let’s call it a day, Suga.

S: No fucking way. I told you I could do it and I will.

Y: Oh, common. We both know you’re not getting that money for me anytime soon.

A sly smirk creeping over your face. Finally, your overconfident friend and right-hand man, Min Yoongi, hit a dead spot. It is the first time in the history of your cooperation that he hasn’t been able to carry out your order.

S: Shut the fuck up, will you? I can’t focus.

He spits out, knowing all too well that he should admit defeat.

T: Oooooh… Touchy.

Mocking words come out of Taehyung’s amused face. He’s getting all too comfortable sitting in your chair, stretching his legs on the desk while squeezing a pink anti-stress ball in his slender hand.

J: Somebody should teach you how to address your boss, hyung.

Jungkook remarks, stretching on the sofa. A loud yawn escapes his pretty mouth.

J: Oi, Tae Tae! Maybe you should borrow him that ball? Suga hyung is visibly tensed!

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S: How about you both cut that shit already?! All you can do is sit on your asses and shit talk. If you’re so clever why don’t you get that money by yourselves?!

Suddenly, the aura around Tae changes. He is now sitting on the chair. Eyes sparkling with obvious excitement.

T: Damn sure we will, hyung! Am I not right, Kooks?

Jungkook isn’t certain at all but, knowing Tae, he must be already devising a plan in his pretty head. 

Jungkook’s clueless expression reveals hisdoubtful thoughts.

J: Will we, Tae?… Like, really?

Too long silence follows his unanswered question. Two boys are gazing at each other and then, Tae stands up from his chair and briskly moves in your direction.

T: Y/N, baby, let me take care of it. That is, me and Kooks. We will get that money for you, I swear!

Suga laughs out mockingly, holding his belly. Tears are forming in his eyes.

S: How would you two even plan to do that? That was a good one Tae, you got me…

He nods his head in approval still laughing.

T: I’ll make you choke on that words, hyung.

S: I’m waiting in anticipation.

And then Tae looks deeply into your eyes, taking your hands into his.

Originally posted by bangtanbighit


T: Will you trust me, boss? I’ll give you what you need… I promise.

He is so close that you are getting nervous, his eyes gleaming with hope and eagerness. You swallow hard…

J: Wow he’s so good…

Jungkook mumbles to himself, watching him attentively. He tilts his head to get a better view of Tae’s face, making mental notes for future reference… These two damn tricksters.

Being utterly lost in Taehyung’s eyes, you only manage to deliver a silent nod.

Y: Yeah, whatever… Just do your job.

Suga growls angrily

S: No fucking way! Will you let these two clowns do as they please? Have you lost your mind?

Yoongi continues rambling like that but you no longer listen to his outburst of anger. You are too pissed off to put up with this kind of behaviour. Besides, you know pretty damn well why he is so reluctant to call it quits. It’s not only about his pride. It’s not only because he is just a stubborn little ass. There is something more to his persistence, and it is very much connected to your sister, Lulu.

Y: Oh, shut your trap Suga, will you?!  All you care about is that stupid bet with Lulu. You’re more concerned with losing than actually not giving me the money.

Obviously, Taehyung wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t use this little exchange of arguments to his own advantage. He cuts in with a disappointed look on his face.

T: I knew right away that he wouldn’t win. They’re like children with Lulu… Fooling around instead of doing their job. Can’t you just tell her you like her, hyung? 

He shakes head disapprovingly so as to spice up this dramatic and fake act. You quickly glance at Yoongi. He looks as if he was about to explode after hearing that. Out of a sudden, he springs to his feet. It doesn’t look all too well so you do the same, positioning yourself between Suga and Tae.

Y: Enough.

It might sound a bit too harsh, but the boys immediately realise that they have reached an invisible boundary. It’s precisely the time to stop getting under your skin and simply listen to your orders. No more talking and pissing you off for today.

Y: You have three days. When you’re done with the plan come and report.

Taehyung grins widely, being obviously very proud of himself.

T: Splendid! .

On your way out of the office, you catch a glimpse of Jungkook. He’s sitting there a bit terrified and dumbfounded at the same time. His signature shocked face making you smile a little.


Two days later

You’ve been sleeping peacefully in your bed when a phone wakes you up. You glance at the phone screen and see that it’s Taehyung. He calls you to announce that their plan is almost done, but they will need you in order to carry it out. 

Lazily, you crawl out of bed and start preparing yourself for another long day at work. Some time later, you arrive at the headquarters and head straight to the conference room, just as you were instructed by Taehyung.

The moment you open the door your feet refuse to move any further. Eyes quickly scanning the room. You’ve counted as many as four women sitting at a round table with their eyes glued to Jungkook and Taehyung. Two said man are standing in front of the ladies, all dressed up in suits and ties. Behind them, there are several pieces of art neatly spread out on the ground and propped against the wall. From what you have managed to register, though, nothing major or readily recognisable to your critical eye. In fact, you cannot get rid of an impression that they are pretty shitty… Nonetheless, what is certainly worth admiring, are these two elegant boys, looking all fly and hot. Not surprisingly, you’re standing there staring at them, just like these women. Moments later, Tae’s deep voice brings you back to reality.

T: There you are, Ms Y/N. We’ve been waiting for you.

Confident smile beaming in your direction. You are completely taken aback and so are the rest of the ladies. Apparently, they haven’t even noticed your presence in the room but, seeing as you are nothing interesting, once again their attention shifts to these two handsome boys.

At this very moment, your gaze lingers on Jungkook who is slowly approaching you. Oh so smug… Hair brushed to the side, a hand in his pocket, and that promiscuous smile that makes your heart skip a bit. With every step, he is getting closer and closer. If you only could you would turn around and run away from this room but you are very well aware that you can’t give him this satisfaction. You can’t make it that obvious. Truth to be told, doesn’t he already know that you are a putty in his hands? Whom are you trying to fool, girl?
Suddenly, he is inches from you, placing a hand on your lower back and gently pushing you in the direction of the chair.

J: Please, have a seat. The presentation has already begun.

The situation seems to be a bit too odd for your liking but you decide that it will be best to disregard these sceptical thoughts for a while. You comply and let Jungkook lead you. He moves the chair away from the table, trailing his hand down your back. Before going away he makes sure that you sit comfortably and then, one last time, he playfully brushes your shoulder with his fingers while slowly proceeding to Tae.

T: Very well. Now, that we are all gathered here, we can quickly move on to the presentation of our valuable pieces. My friend, will you take charge?

Taehyung`s sweet words do wonders to the gathered public. All of the ladies absolutely hypnotised, sitting there as if they were spellbound. You can’t believe your own eyes when you see their reaction once Jungkook’s clear voice echoes in the room. There is a sharp intake of breath, and you could swear that some of these women simply forgot how to breathe for a couple of seconds when he opened his pretty mouth. It is as if they were afraid that their breathing could muffle the sweet sounds coming from this handsome boy. 

J: Thank you very much, huyng. It’s an honour for me to be able to present our collection of these extremely beautiful pieces to our guests.

A pause followed by an innocent smile.

J: I’m sure all of you ladies will be as infatuated with the pure elegance and artistry of these paintings as I was when I first saw them.

He takes a deep breath and then continues with a stern expression on his face. Voice cracking due to the intensity of his speech.

J: It’s extremely painful for us to part with these beautiful pieces but… There’s nothing to be done. Due to very inconvenient circumstances, we no longer can stay in possession of these wonders.

He frowns his forehead and scans the room with eyes full of hope.

J: Only you can put our mind at ease and properly take care of our collection, without letting it get into the hands of some abominable people… That would be heartbreaking… I dread to fear of such possibility!

The Ladies are now visibly distressed, probably dreaming only of taking that innocent and suffering pretty boy into their arms…You’re sitting there and thinking to yourself.
“For fuck`s sake, these paintings are total crap…”
Thoughts are flowing in your head. Their plan to cheat these silly women is as clear to you as a day now. You are observing Jungkook and Taehyung all the time. You have never really expected them to have such damn skills. Of course, you know they are good at fraud. They wouldn’t work for you if they weren’t, but you didn’t expect them to be so smooth and so successful at selling people shit right in their face… You keep on observing Jungkook, paying attention to the expert choice of words and his body language. Everything under control and acted out just perfectly. Jungkook casually talks about the paintings, describing them to the smallest detail. Although, in all honesty, there isn’t much to describe since it is a total farce and you are the only one being able to see through their mischievous plan. There is no denying, though, that Jungkook really looks hot and you can’t blame the ladies for dropping their guard. Jungkook radiates confidence and sexiness. You reprimand yourself for letting your mind wander away, but then… Oh, my. Jungkook turns around and kneels so as to take out yet another painting from the pile near the desk. His back in full view. Your eyes involuntarily scanning his body only to stop at his ass. Not only yours, though…  

“So hot… “ you think to yourself. Now, that the images of his naked butt continue flowing into your head in a speed of light.

“It’s not really the time to be thinking about this, you idiot.” Mental struggle going on. He is facing you now again, more talking follows. The same scenario: gestures, grins, or little sheepish smiles, used interchangeably to manage the mood of his excited public. He is slowly moving around the room, getting closer or further from the ladies. All so well acted and with such confidence. You are lost in thoughts, biting your lip when you hear Tae’s voice:

T: So, my dear ladies. Once my friend is done with his presentation, I’ll talk to you about some more mundane matters.

“Money,” you think to yourself.
It seems that you are not the only one who got that message straight, though. You can hear a comment from the lady sitting at the very front.

X: And what makes you think we`d like to buy anything from you, pretty boy?

Taehyung is a bit shocked for a moment, but fortunately, Jungkooks breaks in:

J: And what makes you think you don’t? We have many things to offer. I’m sure we can cater to your needs… All of them.

He answers with a nonchalant smile. A hand resting on his hip, the other one spread out on the table to prop himself. Big chocolate eyes focusing only on her. You can feel his gaze, even though you are not the one he is staring at.

 Y: Damn he smooth… 

A whisper escapes your lips and your cheeks flush immediately. 

“It’s not my baby boy,” your mind screaming at the obvious contrast. In fact, it dawns on you now that you have never ever seen him working and you would never expect such a change in his behaviour.

T: Yeah…. Having discussed that, let’s move on

Taehyung continues as if nothing happened. You gulp, being angry at yourself. Also, you can’t deny that the way all of these women ogle Jungkook, and his stubbornness to avert your eyes as if you weren’t even there, don’t make you bitter. He’s been purposefully ignoring you ever since this little show has begun.

Taehyung resumes talking again, and Jungkook, having nothing better to do, decides to sit. Not surprisingly, he chooses the chair right next to you. He sits down, all too close. His knee brushes against yours and he doesn’t even bother to move it away. You peek at him, his eyes intently watching Tae Tae, not giving a damn about your presence. He is boldly ignoring you. The very thought is driving you mad. You jostle him with your thigh, not being too delicate. A small smirk on his face, almost mocking. But still, he doesn’t look at you. You are fidgeting nervously in your chair and, once again, you bump him under the table… Or maybe you only try because his strong hand catches you in the middle of the act, keeping your tight in place. He digs his long fingers into your sensitive flesh, completely exposed because of the short dress that you are wearing. He lets out a deep breath as if he was annoyed with you. The grip on your thigh is becoming almost too painful so you decide to let go. Slowly his hand relaxes.

J: Behave, noona. We’re working.

He whispers very quietly with his hand still resting on your thigh. A shiver runs down your spine. “What’s wrong with him,” you are thinking to yourself. Unconsciously, you press your thighs together, trapping his hand between them. When you realise that you let go immediately, but it is too late. He shifts his gaze at you, now obviously interested. He scans your face, and you can feel your cheeks burning again. You refuse to look at him, afraid of giving away that you maybe got a little bit too excited… He reads you like an open book, though. His hand still lingering on your thigh, lazily beginning to move and stroking your leg. He plays with the trimming of your dress, moving it between his fingers, bit by bit uncovering more and more of your thigh. You get a bit flustered, worried that somebody will notice… But then again, all the ladies are too focused on Tae. Still, when he rolls the dress so high that you can almost feel the chair with your naked ass, you try to protest, gripping his hand tightly. He stops moving up then and decides to play with what is already available. He gropes your inner thigh fiercely, making you squeeze your legs instinctively. He is not too pleased with your disobedience so he forcefully separates your legs with his hand. Under the table, you feel yourself being held in place by his leg that has just curled around yours. Your throat goes dry. His fingers now freely roaming between your legs, stroking you whenever he wants to. Obviously, you could struggle more but you are painfully aware that it would attract even more attention… So, he keeps on caressing you there, his face not even once giving out what he has been doing to you. Smug motherfucker. You are getting uncomfortable and too hot, frustrated even. He even dares to throw in some comments, making little jokes with Tae. All the ladies oh so fucking amused. “Since when is he such a flirt?” you desperately try to answer this and some other questions, but it is all too difficult, given the present circumstances. His hand skillfully distracting your thoughts and making sure that you’re focused only on his ministrations. You almost melt in that chair when without any warning he covers your pussy with his inner hand. You hear a low chuckle. Suddenly, you realise that you did not wear any panties. “Shiit… He will bring it over and over,”  you are panicking mentally. But then, oh boy, he starts massaging your folds with two fingers, making slow circles. You want to disappear from that place. Pleasure building up in your belly. You cover your flushed face with one hand, mentally praying to be as quiet as possible. You are afraid to breathe even, stealing Jungkook a pleading glance. But fuck him, he doesn’t even look back. Your fists clench. “Fucking overconfident brat,” stream of profanities in your head. And then, as if he mentally sensed that, he shoves a finger into your tight entrance. The walls of your vagina clenching at the unexpected invasion, but he only thrusts deeper. Soon enough, he buries his finger completely inside you, so that even small movements give you immense pleasure. You are so tight, not too wet yet and it causes a bit of pain, but it is oddly satisfying. This kind of pain that makes you stretch your legs even wider because it is never enough. Your vision is hazy. He sets up an awfully slow pace, shoving his finger in and out of your pussy. Each time he pulls it out you want to cry out to express your dissatisfaction. It just feels so empty then. He is tormenting you and enjoying this too much…

T: Jeongguk, would you be kind enough to distribute the brochures? It will be necessary for you, dear ladies, to read through them in order to acquaint yourself with our offer.

Taehyung flashes a smile. If you could you would kill the bastard right away, without any second thoughts. You hate him right now. Fuck the money… You need Jungkook now.

J: With utmost pleasure, hyung. 

Jungkook stands up, completely unfazed. You shot him a murderous look, but he isn’t too concerned with that. And oh god, he is so handsome, handing in the damn leaflets to these oblivious women, chit-chatting. So cute…

Who would expect that he has been fingering you just a moment ago? You frown at the memory of his fingers inside you. You want him back. You want him there again. He stops in front of you to give you the leaflet. He bends down lightly, and only now your eyes finally meet. You give him that needy look: “Kookie, please do something or else I will lose my mind.” He touches your hand.

J: Hyung, it seems Ms Fay has already decided on some purchase. She’s a terribly busy woman, so please, excuse us. Carry on without me, hyung. 

T: Oh, so we have the first angel who is ready to take care of our priceless paintings!

You quickly stand up, and once again Jungkook is motioning you in the direction of the entrance. Your legs a bit wobbly, so you don’t mind a bit of help. Before you are out, you can hear a hell breaking loose inside of the conference hall. Ladies are raging.

X: Why is she first? Does she have some special treatment or something? I have money I can pay as well!

Y: Don’t let her have that painting! I’ll pay more for it!

T: Easy, easy, my girls! I’ll have something for each and every of you!

Tae tries to ease the sudden tension in the room, already happy that their plan goes just as he wanted it to.

Meanwhile, Jungkook takes your hand and leads you to your office. The moment he slams the door and turns around, you are already on him, looking for his lips with yours, and then pushing your tongue into his mouth. The kiss is so sloppy and you can barely stand on your feet. Legs pressed tightly together because your clit is burning with need. You are so angry at him, jealous, and horny at the same time. You don’t even know what makes you more frustrated. You bit his lip, pissed off, digging nails into his hips. Jungkook hisses, reaching for your ass and squeezing it so hard that it is painful.  

Y: You fucking brat. You and all that teasing.

J: Noona, please correct me If I’m wrong but you were the one who got all wet just by looking at me.

His mouth at the nape of your neck, hot air making you ticklish. You want to make that cheeky smile disappear from his face. You intended to grab his cock through the pants, but before you can do anything, he turns you around and pushes you up against the wall, standing behind you and keeping your hands in place. You are squirming in his tight hold.

J: So frustrated, aren’t you baby girl? Don’t tell me you got jealous? 

He is practically purring into your ear. Oh my, it feels so good.

Y: Jungkook, you’re a fucking jerk!

Upon hearing that, he lifts your skirt exposing your naked ass and slaps you hard making your cheek red and throbbing.

Y: Ahhh…

You have never expected him to do that to you. A cry of pain mixed with pleasure slips out of your mouth. He has never done that to you and you didn’t really think he is capable of doing that either. Your brain is trying to process what has just happened.  

J: Be nicer, noona, will you?

And then he starts massaging your butt, trying to ease the stinging pain. Soft caressing strokes.

J: Baby girl, I’m so sorry. I can’t control myself when I’m around you.

He murmurs softly, feeling guilty out of a sudden. You can feel as he presses his cock tightly to your ass, trying to let go of some steam as well. He is rock hard. You wouldn’t be able to wiggle out of his grip even if you wanted to. Dominating Jungkook. Your mind is screaming. You need more of that.

Y: Tell me, which girl would you like to fuck the most, you dirty brat? I saw the way you looke…

He slaps you again. You cry out loudly. 

Y: I saw the way you looked ahhh…

Another slap follows, making you arch your back. Clit contracting involuntarily at the sensation. He won’t even let you finish the sentence. 

J: You’re such a bad girl, noona.

His voice is so strained, almost as if it was more painful for him than for you. 

J: You’re making me do this. You’re such a bad girl.

Y: Oh yes, Kookie!

You keep on begging like a slut and then he slaps you one last time. His hands are shaking. He hugs you from behind, remorseful and angry at himself that he was enjoying this too much… 

J: It’s all your fault, your fault.

He goes on mumbling like that and petting your sore ass. Your head is spinning and you feel your thighs getting wet. You are leaking a bit from your core. Then, he abruptly turns you around. His face all red. He is angry, visibly angry. Brows furrowed, veins popping on his neck. He spits out, breathlessly:

J: Get your ass on that fucking desk.

Y: Kook…

He cuts in, right away.

J: No talking, just do what you are told. On the desk and spread your legs as wide as you can.

You nod silently. The task isn’t all that easy because your legs are really too weak at this point. You stumble on the way, clutching on the desk at the last moment. You really look so miserable. Jungkook is standing there, observing your struggle to get yourself ready for him. He unzips his pants and starts stroking himself while watching your naked ass. When you sit down on the desk, a bit unsure of what to do next, your eyes go down, focusing on his member. He is shamelessly stroking himself in front of you. He urges you again. 

J: I said spread your legs. 

You swallow hard and follow his command. Eyes closed tightly due to embarrassment. Suddenly, he grips your legs, spreading them even wider. You thought he would just fuck you right then and there because, quite honestly, you don’t have that much time with Tae and the ladies waiting in the conference hall. Much to your astonishment, he takes the chair, moves it closer to the desk and sits down on it. Your cunt is now fully exposed for Jungkook. He puts his hands back on your legs to prevent you from closing them. He takes in the view for a couple of seconds and then licks you all, from your ass cheeks to the tip of your clit. You moan so loud in response. Too loud. You instantly regret that when you realise that somebody could barge in and destroy your much-needed orgasm. You bit your tongue and promise yourself to control this from now on. He takes your entire clit into his mouth, sucking very harshly. He covers your folds with his hot tongue and continues making circles around your sensitive tip. You are so ashamed because of how wet you got. You don’t want him to lick all of that and you grab his head to make him stop.

Y: Kookie, please. It’s enough.

You are wriggling so much that he gets really pissed off. He stands up, gazing into your eyes and takes off his tie in order to immobilise you. He ties your hands to the desk, disregarding your protests and pleas.

 J: Stop this nonsense baby girl. I don’t have all day here. Tae is waiting for me.

He lowers himself and gives you a soft peck. You can taste yourself on his lips. He quickly resumes pleasuring you by licking your clit with his tongue and pushing a finger inside your wetness. You moan and moan again. On the one hand, you don’t want him to stop, but on the other, you don’t want to cum into his mouth. You repeat his name like a mantra. You are so lost at this point that you are almost fucking yourself on his mouth.You are pushing your hips so hard that he has to keep you in place and control everything because your walls are getting tighter and tighter, each end every time he shoves his finger up your pussy. When you are about to finish, he unexpectedly stops.

Y: Oh lord… Kooks. I’ll fucking kill you. Get back there!

He starts laughing, and then he unties you, already positioning himself between your legs.

J: You should really make up your mind, noona.

He palms himself a couple of times, coating his member in precum. You see his cock twitching in anticipation and you lick your dry lips.

J: First you say noo, then you say yes…

Y: Just shut up and fuck me already.

Oh so frantic and needy that you can’t believe it is your own voice. He thrusts inside, all at one go, burying himself to the very balls. At that moment you are completely breathless, your body tensed, and tears are forming in your eyes. 

J: Fuck, baby…

You feel his muscles tightening.

J: I’m so sorry.

He notices your teary eyes and immediately starts kissing them. His cock swelling even more inside you.

J: Baby I could come any minute now. You’re so fucking tight, so perfect.

You know that he is so close and you place a kiss on his forehead, rubbing his back 

Y: It’s alright Kookie, you can come for your noona.

You don’t want him to feel guilty because he got too excited. He shakes his head in response. 

J: No, no, no. Not now.

His cute reaction makes your chest feel heavy. He takes a deep breath and starts rocking his hips. First thrusts very shallow, adjusting himself to your tightness 

Y: Oh, Kookie, you’re so big

J: Ahhh, noona!

He gets so enthusiastic with your praising that he keeps on pushing deeper and deeper, faster and faster. The desk is cracking underneath you two and all of your papers land on the floor. You wrap him tightly with your legs to make it even easier for him to hit the right spot, and oh yes, he really does. He keeps on rubbing you there with the tip of his erection. Finally, he reaches your clit with his hand and massages you while pushing in and out at an amazingly fast pace. Needless to say, you cum moments later, moaning his name while grabbing on his hair. He follows you shortly after, the way your walls are clenching around his dick pushing him over the edge. He shivers, goosebumps on his body, and his nipples hard. 

J: Baby I love you.

He squeaks like a little boy, as always looking for your affection after sex, especially after this kind of dirty play.

Y: I know Kookie… I know baby.

You let him lay his head on your breasts, both of you trying to catch a breath and recover from your high. When he is more or less ok, he lifts his head and gives you a soft kiss on your bruised lips. 

J: Tae… I got to go back…

He mutters reluctantly.

Y: I know dummy. Go and get that money for your noona.

He grins, overjoyed like a little puppy. You have an impression that even his eyes are smiling right now. But, before going out, he helps to put your clothes on and clears the mess from the floor.

Some time later, when you are absolutely sure that all the ladies went home, you go the conference hall. Taehyung is counting the money that they`ve managed to squeeze from these poor women. When he gives you the precise numbers, you are positively surprised. Like hell, that is really a substantial sum of money. 

T: I told you, didn’t I?

Taehyung wants to be praised, happy with his achievement.

Y: I’ve never doubted you, boys.

You pat his head, earning even a bigger grin in return. Jungkook is standing nearby, gazing deeply into your eyes. A small smile forming on his face that makes you blush a little. 

T: But Jungkook, next time you decide to disappear in the middle of the business, please just remember to put back your tie on. That was highly unprofessional!

He pouts, winking in your direction. Your stomach making somersaults while Jungkook stands there troubled, scratching the back of his head.

J: It got lost somewhere in the act, hyung…

T: I’m sure it did… I’m sure it did.

Taehyung responds all too happily while getting out of the room.

Drinking Disaster-Calum Hood

A/n: Hi guys! I just want to say thank you for all the support I’ve been receiving. I know the topic of this imagine is a bit touchy and may be hard for some readers. But as someone who has experienced something similar to this, it makes me feel better if I write about it.

Warning: Drinking, Swearing, Sexual Assault, Fighting.

Summary: (Y/n) goes to a party with the guys. It was supposed to be a fun night for all involved, but when a guy can’t keep his hands off of (y/n) her best friend Calum comes to save the day. 

Originally posted by jiminvy

As we pulled up to the party my senses were instantly filled with the smell of beer and the loud thumping of music. I’m not usually one for parties, but the guys were going with me, so I knew I’d have a good time. Looking out the window, I see tons of people already. Most of the females I see are wearing short, tight dresses, instantly making me feel self-conscious. It’s not that I’m not confident with my looks, I just felt a bit out of place because I’m wearing skinny jeans and a t-shirt.

“Hey Mikey, you gunna be my wing-man tonight” Ashton questions.

“Sorry Ash, but you’re on your own. You aren’t the only one trying to talk to girls” Mikey jokes. I look over to Calum who just rolls his eyes at his friend’s antics. Thankfully Calum and I are very similar, and aren’t too big on parties so I know he will stay by me most of the night.

As we got out of the car, I could tell Mikey already found a girl he wanted to talk to. We all laugh as we watch him try to be cool while walking over to a girl only to slightly stumble.

“Come on guys let’s leave Mikey alone” I warned. “Hey Cal wanna go get some drinks?”

“Yeah sure, Luke or Ash, you guys want anything?”

“Nah man, I’m good” Luke responds.

“Same, I’m good” Ashton chimed in.

Cal and I walked into the house to find where the drinks were being served. On our way we would stop to say hi to some people I barely knew, so I typically just let Calum do all the talking. This is how my life was, always being side by side with Calum, my best friend. However, I didn’t want him to just be my best friend, I wanted more, but I could never tell him.

I wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation Calum was having now and I just wanted to find a drink. I look around and finally see the area where drinks are being served and I excuse myself from Calum and the people he was talking to.

As I sift through the large cooler I finally decide on just having a water. I’m not usually too big on drinking anyways, especially because I feel like I always need to babysit the boys once they’ve had a few too many.

“Hey there, what’s a gorgeous thing like you doing alone at a party” a man asks me.

“Well I came with friends, I just left them so I could get a drink” I say making small talk.

“Man, if I came with you, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight” he says flirtatiously. “The name’s Troy, and yours?”

“I’m (Y/n)” I say with a smile as I shake his hand. I could tell Troy had already had a couple of drinks as some of his words were a bit slurred. But nonetheless he was pretty cute so I didn’t mind talking to him.

“So where are you from?” he asks. He takes a couple steps closer to me, probably so that he could hear me better over the extremely loud music.

“I currently live in LA, but I am originally from a small suburb of Chicago. Yourself?”

Before he answers me, Troy digs through the cooler and pulls out two of the cheapest beers he can find. He goes to offer me one, but I politely turn it down causing him to shrug. Instead of just putting it back in the cooler he sets it next to me as he opens his bottle.

“I’m from San Francisco, but I’m staying in LA for the weekend.” As he talks he continues to move closer to me, leaving little space between us. However, since Calum isn’t around, I suppose flirting a little bit wouldn’t hurt. I mean I don’t even know if Calum likes me anyways, so I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I go to take a drink of my water, only to realize I have already finished it off. I give off a small huff as I decide to say screw it, one beer won’t hurt. I go and grab the bottle of beer and pop the cap off to take a drink. Troy smiles in victory when he sees that I take a drink.

“So do you have a boyfriend” he asks smoothly.

“No, no boyfriend. I’m completely and epically single” I joke.

“Thank god” he sighs. “Usually the hot ones are always taken and I don’t find out that they have a boyfriend until I’ve already talked to them for a while. Although, I mean, if they are up for it, then I don’t mind.” The boy begins laughing as if he has told the funniest joke on earth as I just stand their awkwardly. Alright, maybe he isn’t as great as he first seemed.

“Well I should go find my friends, they’re probably wondering where I’ve been” I say quickly.

“Wait now” he says as he grabs my arm. I stop in place the moment I feel his touch. An uneasy feeling flows through my stomach as the grip on my arm tightens. “Now why would you leave when we are having such a good time” he asks harshly.

“Sorry Troy. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

His hand releases my arm and instead he moves his arm so that it snakes around my waist. A soft smile lands on his lips as I do nothing to push him away.

“Why don’t we go up-stairs” he asks. Before I even have a chance to say anything I feel him guiding him towards the stairway. I look through the crowds of people hoping to find Calum or any of the boys, but have no luck. With every step up I take, I feel my body shaking in worry. Troy walks me into an empty room and closes the door.

Without having a chance to move, Troy roughly presses his lips to my neck. I stand there frozen with little idea of what I should do. His hands begin roaming my body, to places I have never let anyone explore.

“I really should get going” I say lightly as I try to push past him. In response he roughly grabs my shoulders and pushes me back so that I cannot go through the door. Tears begin welling up in my eyes as I know damn well Troy is much stronger than me. Once again, his lips find my neck and his hands reach the hem of my t-shirt.

“Please don’t do this” I mumble.

Tears begin flowing down my face as I feel him placing his hands under my shirt. All of my mobility has been officially shut off as I feel stuck to the ground. I pray that Calum or one of the guys would come and find me before Troy can do anything further. But instead I feel a rough shove, as Troy gets my body to the bed.

The blankets felt scratchy to my skin, but it was nothing compared to his hard touches. His hands now found the band of my pants as he fumbles trying to unbutton them. After struggling for a few moments, he finally is able to pull my pants down to my knees. He plays with the band of my underwear and all I can do is lay there.

“Please.” I’m sure it was inaudible for him, but it was all that would come out of my mouth. As I lay there, my consciousness begins to fade, as I just want this moment to go away. However, I’m brought back to reality when I heard a loud yell and a hard smack.

“Get the fuck off of her, and don’t you ever fucking touch her again.” I easily recognized the voice. Calum.

The room grew loud with yells coming from Troy as Calum continuously connected his fists with my attacker’s face. It took me a second to regain myself, but once I was finally able to move I tried pulling Calum off from Troy’s limp body.

“Calum, please stop. Let’s just go” I yell through tears and his loud grunts while he lands a few more punches in. I grab his face in my hands and look him in the eyes “Calum please.” Once he sees the fear in my eyes he gets up from the ground and wraps his arm protectively around me. We didn’t bother finding the other guys before leaving and decided to just walk back to my apartment because it was the closest to the party.

Once we got to my place, I gently guide Calum over to the couch while I go to grab a cloth to wash the blood off from his hands. His eyes are red and puffy from him violently crying, matching that of my face. The room is silent as I clean off his knuckles, which causes him to wince every now and then from pain. Once he was all cleaned up we sat there for what felt like forever.

“Thank you” I say ever so softly.

“I’m so sorry” is how he responds.

“Cal, it’s not your fault. But thank you for getting to me before he could do anything else. You are my hero.” I gave off a weak smile, but his face stayed blank.

“I should have never let you wander off alone. God (y/n) if anything ever happened to you I could never forgive myself. I’m just so sorry it took me so long to get to you.” While he speaks, tears begin streaming down his face. I hate seeing him in pain, for something that is clearly not his fault and so I take my thumb to wipe away some of his tears.

“Cal, please, it’s alright. I’m alright, and it’s all because of you.”

“I love you.” It was soft but I still heard him say it.

“I love you too Calum.”

“I’m in love with you” he clarifies. I feel my heart skip a beat as this is what I have been waiting for my whole life. “You are my whole world, and I don’t know what I would do without you. That’s why I can’t forgive myself. It’s not just that I didn’t get to you sooner, but because I didn’t tell you how I felt sooner.”

Before Calum can say anything else I gently place my lips to his to show him that I feel the same. He was my best friend, someone I have loved for a long time, but I never got to show him just how much I loved him until now.

“Calum Thomas Hood, I love you” I say with a smile. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear and softly smiles for the first time since the disaster that occurred earlier. Although I was still greatly upset from the previous events that occurred. I was safe and it was all because of Calum.

It felt good

Why were you crying?

Besides the obvious fact that the sex felt good. It felt good could also be - “crying” felt good. The act of crying in itself - it felt good.

When you are in pain, when you are sad, when you are hurting and when emotions become too much and beyond words - crying is what can make one feel better. Just letting all those tears out and letting all those feelings flow can somehow ease the pain even a little. And being able to shed those tears after all this time and cry with someone is a comfort that can make even Yashiro feel good. Crying and knowing you are not alone - it definitely feels good. Yashiro has been strong for far too long whatever the reason for those tears are, he really needed that good cry.

Home Alone

Pairing: Negan x reader x another female

Summary: What can you say? You’re a creative genius, if your mind is not being mentally stimulated you can be pretty disruptive to the productivity of others. It’s a good thing that Negan and Sam don’t mind.

Words: 2145

Warnings: Sexual polyamourous relationship between professor and students, girl on girl action, ffm threesome, daddy kink, unprotected sex, use of toys, masturbation

Author’s Notes: Yes it’s a sequel, no you don’t have to read part one, but if you want to here’s the link. Sam is @grungedaddykinks . Feel free to message me if you have any writing ideas for me.


You never thought you would be involved in a polyamorous relationship but so far things were going pretty well. You weren’t really sure what your relationship status was with neither Sam or Negan but things were getting pretty serious. After the term ended, Negan moved you and Sam into his house. It was very well maintained and a huge upgrade from student housing. You couldn’t even fathom trying to sneak Negan and Sam into your old dorm room. The house was right in the centre of town but far enough away from the university that you didn’t risk running into anyone you knew when the three of you would go out and pick up groceries. Negan had even taken you and Sam on a couple of dates.

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anonymous asked:

what would the paladins' s/o's favourite part of them be? how would the paladins' react when they compliment it?

It’s Mod Enki again! :0 This was such a hoot to write thanks for sending it in!


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Shiro: His voice

  • Honestly he has a really soothing voice?? Good shit my guy. His s/o could listen to him talk about literally anything for hours and fall asleep to it. He could be reciting a recipe and it would probably be soothing as fuck. His s/o would probably like putting their head on his chest when he’s talking about some nonsense while cuddling because wow that b a s s. Very soothing vibrations I would super recommend 100/10
  • When his s/o first compliments him on it he’s like. What… What does this mean. He’s a very confused man pls explain to him in an at least 500 word paper, double space, Times New Roman 12 pt font by tomorrow. He doesn’t get it. It’s just his voice he doesn’t think it’s anything special it’s not like he has a special accent or anything. Extremely curious about what his s/o means. 
  • Develops a habit of humming a dumb tune when his s/o is around just for them. He never really understands it but he’s happy his s/o likes it so much. At least they’re never going to get sick of him rambling on from time to time? Or when they get into really weird discussions in the middle of the night when neither of them can sleep. It’s certainly something but more than anything it’s so something he would expect from his s/o. 

Lance: His smile

  • Lance has that trademark little shit smile that’s like really genuine but at the same time you h a t e it because he’s such a turd. Mostly his dumb grins/smirks/smiles are really amusing like have you ever paused lance at any time ever? Never has a bad angle or anything. Sure he looks like a walking shitpost but it’s endearing. You can’t deny smiling when this turd smiles it’s so magical. Or curse? Only you can decide.
  • When his s/o first compliments him on his smile guess what the first thing he does is?? S M I L E Like he can’t believe his s/o he’s so happy. But this means that he can shoot his s/o dumb smirks and shit and not get eyes rolled at him. Well, not from his s/o. Maybe the other team mates. Makes sure to always greet his s/o with a smile no matter what. It could be the worst day in the history of days and he’d still smile for his s/o. 
  • He’d be a little curious as to what his s/o means as well. He wants to know what exactly his s/o means so he can replicate it all the time for him. Give him those details my guy because call he wants to do is make his s/o happy. Honestly he’d try to tell his s/o that their smile was much better than his. Would tell them to smile more both ironically and unironically.

Keith: His eyes

  • Have you ever seen how pretty Keith’s eyes are. I’m dead serious look at him he looks like a puppy. He just has really soulful eyes when you look at him they’re just so piercing. Good shit. Not only because he constantly looks confused and concerned for what’s going on but also because he has a lot of emotion and you can definitely see it in those eyes of his. Gaze into the abyss my guy. Drink in that gaze of his.
  • He has no idea what his s/o means when they compliment his eyes. He thinks they’re messing with them for a while until they can really get the point across. Never really thought they were anything special because they’re not an exciting color or anything?? They’re not blue or green or hazel or any other weird color. Just calls his s/o silly or something of that caliber.
  • He doesn’t really understand what his s/o means until they’re both just looking at each other in some sort of small moment of peace and he can see so much adoration in his s/o’s eyes for him and he just kind of?? Explodes?? He GETS it now. Realizes how much can be said with just their eyes and develops certain looks just for his s/o to understand.

Hunk: His laugh

  • Hunk being super happy and laughing is just so pure it could probably cure illnesses. And also to a degree his sense of humor?? He’s a good noodle pls let him be happy and laugh from time to time it’s good for everyone’s health. Why would you ever want to deny anyone this joy like you can’t get this anywhere else. It’s just so special being able to make him laugh it’s almost like being chosen as king.
  • Hunk is such a nerd when his s/o compliments his laugh he probably overthinks it. He probably takes it as his laugh is funny or something and tries to reinvent how he laughs for a bit until his s/o notices. He’s so relieved when they elaborate and tell him that his laugh isn’t weird or anything it just makes his s/o so joyful. 
  • HE ALMOST CRIES like he’s SO happy and feels super honored?? He doesn’t know how exactly to take it but it’s usually a really good sign when someone says your laugh is their favorite thing about you. Makes it a point to joke around and get some giggles and laughs flowing with his s/o more when they have spare time. He also insists that his s/o’s laugh is better than his so they challenge each other to prove the other wrong. 

Pidge: Her hands

  • She probably has really tiny baby hands they’re probably really cute and soft and just overall a hoot. Just holding them is probably magical and it’s the most relaxing and chill gesture ever. Despite Pidge probably neglecting to bathe and what not because she’s such a night owl I 100% believe she cannot stand it when her hands are gross. If anything that’s the one thing she is the most adamant about is nice hands. Probably secretly has a lot of scented hand lotions.
  • When her s/o compliments her hands she’s honestly taken aback. Calls her s/o weird lmao like not even joking. Like Keith she thinks that her s/o is messing with her until she notices how much her s/o makes it a point to hold hands a lot. She doesn’t know what to do with this information and if she could she’d like to just shut down and analyze what her s/o means. 
  • If her s/o does stuff like kissing the back of her hands or kneading them she kinda stops working. There’s just something about it that’s both intimate and chill at the same time. It’s such a simple thing, too, so just lets her s/o do what they will. At some point she’ll ask exactly what they mean by their compliment because she’s honestly just so curious. 
parenthood

a/n: i’ve never done a headcanon set before, but the lovely @demon-princess-anastasia asked for a prompt covering the mc revealing her pregnancy to everyone’s favorite three ninjas, based on the moments stolen in shadow event story. aka, saizo and the mc behave a little differently. @jemchew now you get a 3-for-1 to read ha

in order of appearance: hotaru, kotaro, and saizo

kirigakure hotaru x mc (unnamed)

Of his siblings, Hotaru remembers the least about his parents—and that isn’t saying much, considering Saizo and Yuki know next to nothing. The closest he ever came to a parent was Yuki’s supervision; ninjas are raised by the village.

But, how hard can it be, he wonders, staring at her. She keeps biting her lip, like she’s nervous, but there’s a sparkle in her eyes. He wonders if that’s motherhood. He wonders if the baby could hear him, but, because it’s his, he knows it won’t obey his words.

She jumps slightly as he kneels down, hands on her hips, staring intently at her stomach.

“Hotaru?” He doesn’t speak—not to her, at least. There are no discernible sounds but their breathing, the breathing of two, and it makes him a little sad. He presses his ear to her stomach, overwhelmed with curiosity—pregnant ninja are often kept holed away in Iga, guarded by one or two others. The babies are not seen, generally; he has no experience with babies, especially with his gift.

But as he presses his ear to her stomach, he hears a small noise and feels movement, and she gasps, lightly.

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anonymous asked:

2D + Murdoc night walks with s/o?? Where would they go, would they stop and stare at the stars w/ s/o, etc. (💗💗💗 lots of love for th blog)

(Thank you, dear!)

2D:

~ 2D loves spending time with you. He loves doing everything with you, so when you suggest going for a midnight walk he’s all over it. You two walk around town and see what kind of shops are open this late. 2D spots a music store from across the street and points like an excited child. You giggle and pull him towards the shop. You walk in first and look around. It’s an older shop with aisles of vinyl records, shelves of CDs, and instruments displayed on the back wall. 2D’s eyes grow wide in amazement. He instantly starts looking for keyboards. You watch him dart around before turning to look at some of the records. You dig through and find some you like. You started to make a pile on the counter where the register was. The cashier had been chuckling at you and 2D. “You folks havin’ a nice time?” You giggled and nodded your head.

~ You looked around for your boyfriend but you couldn’t find him. “Where did he run off to?” You suddenly heard a keyboard playing in the back. You stepped forward and following the sound. You found 2D sitting on the floor playing some random notes on a black keyboard. He was so intrigued by the sound, he didn’t even look up at you. “I’m guessing you’re really enjoying yourself?” You squatted down to his level. 2D giggled and kissed you. “I fink I’m gonna get it!” He stood up and pulled you to the register. You pulled out your wallet to pay for your records but 2D put his hand over your wallet. “I got dis, love.” You jumped up to kiss his cheek as he paid the nice man. “Have a goodnight!” You yelled as you exited the store with 2D.

~ 2D was looking up at the sky as you two started walking again. “2D, you’re going to end up running into a pole or something.” You laughed at his silliness. He looked at you and smiled. “Sorry, it’s jus’ da stars ar’ da only fing dat remin’ me of ya eyes.” You blushed at his comment and he pulled you close. “I love ya.” He said before kissing you with so much passion you felt your heart skip a beat.

 

Murdoc:

~ Murdoc doesn’t sleep much anyway so when you ask him to go on a midnight walk, he eagerly agrees. You giggle and pull him out of the door. You two decide to take a walk through the woods instead of through town. Neither of you wanted to deal with the night life of the city. You wrapped your arm through his and snuggled closer to him. He chuckled and pulled out a cigarette. He removed his arm from yours to light it. He took a deep breath and took in the smoke. He puffed it out away from you so it wouldn’t hit your face.

~ He kissed your cheek and found a rock to sit on. Murdoc patted the spot next to him, indicating you to sit down. You sat next to him and looked up at the sky. The mix of the trees and the stars painted a beautiful site above you. You didn’t noticed Murdoc staring you. He watched your features as you observed the sky. He sighed and asked, “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”  You looked back at him, confused. “No?” Murdoc took another puff of smoke before speaking again. “You mean the world to me. I never thought I’d be the one to fall in love. You’re the only who has ever shown me how much you care. My biggest fear is showing you how much of a monster I actually am and you running away forever. I’m not good enough for you, yet you stay. You give my life a new meaning, one I’ve never known before. I love you more than anything. You make me feel like I’m worth something. I can never repay you for that.” He looked back up at your face and noticed the tears flowing down your face. Murdoc felt bad for saying anything. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything…” He looked at the ground again and you tackled him with a hug. “Don’t you dare be sorry! That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard you say. Murdoc, you owe me nothing except your love. You loving me back is all I could ask for. You make me so happy and I couldn’t image life with anyone else.” You placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him. Now Murdoc was crying. You kissed him again and wiped away his tears. “I will always love you.” He whispered as he wrapped his arms around you.

timing (jughead jones x reader)

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pairing: jughead jones x reader

word count: 956

request: hello i love your blog and i hope your week has been wonderful and i hope your next one will be as well!! also, may i request a jughead x reader (i just lóve him) in which the reader is a lot like audrey hepburn and juggy likes her a lot but doesnt feel good enough for her and then they get drunk off of red wine and the reader maybe lits up a cig and juggy watches her and then just whispers “dear god i love you” but the reader hears it? i hope you understand thank you so much 💞

He noticed something the first time he looked at you: a type of grace that flowed through your limbs, charismatic highs and lows to your voice, and the way you dressed like a cross between Betty and Veronica. “Has anyone ever told you you’re like someone out of a movie?” He asked you, sitting across from you in the booth at Pops.

You shrugged. “I’ve heard some things like that.”

You were instantly great friends, but unfortunately for him, he was not the only one to notice something when they looked at you. You caught a lot of people’s attention, but Jughead liked to think that they just noticed how you looked, or the way you walked, or something simple. Meanwhile, he noticed everything— your care for others, the way you spoke out even when your voice broke, the way you could be both so determined and playful, everything.

He felt like he wasn’t good enough for you and figured he should just leave you alone so he didn’t develop a weird obsession. But he never did develop an obsession, and something magnetized you to each other so neither of you felt like you could let go even if you tried. You had the same classes, the same group of friends, and took up the same space.

“I got us something,” You pulled out a bottle of red wine, and two plastic cups, and Jughead laughed— a deep, full, throwing-your-head-back laugh.

The space you were currently taking up was the roof of the shack at the drive-in. It was the last night it would be open, and Jughead probably should have been more afraid of the fact than he currently was, but you were a good distraction. Or maybe it wasn’t you that was distracting him, and it was actually the alcohol you had smuggled and shared.

“You know, I’m really sad about this place being demolished, and I haven’t even been here that long.” You sighed. “So I can only imagine how you feel.”

“I feel just fine,” Jughead insisted sarcastically.

“Protesting, meeting with the mayor, only things a very fine person would do,” You agreed back, a slight grin on your face.

“Yeah,” Jughead breathed, trying not to get caught up in your smile, and the way you may or may not have just called him very fine.

“Well, there’s only one thing to do when you’re sad,” You turned back to rummage through your bag.

“I thought we were already doing that,” Jughead raised his red-wine-filled plastic cup.

“Maybe for the blues, but nowhere near enough for the mean reds,” You firmly stated.

With that sentence it clicked in Jughead’s mind who you reminded him of— Audrey Hepburn. Yet somehow, when you pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, he was surprised. “Really?”

You lit the cigarette and took a long, biologically suicidal, aesthetically pleasing drag. “You don’t know everything about me, Jones. Though you’ve gotten surprisingly close.”

It was ridiculous how much every little thing you did enchanted him, and he smirked incredulously. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe you were real— you had many flaws, and they were evident to him, and he didn’t condone the lung cancer but it sure was a surprising trait. “God, I’m in love with you,” He murmured to himself, figuring you wouldn’t hear him, as you usually didn’t once it became this late, and he became this desperate.

“What?” You snapped your head towards him abruptly, not believing your ears.

“I—“ Jughead was about to clumsily attempt to cover up his excuse, but you didn’t seem as intoxicated as usual, and he figured that if you were going to be brave and passionate all the time— he should try to be, too. He paused for a moment, swallowing hard until he just said it— “I’m in love with you.”

“You sure that’s not just the…” You gestured to his wine cup. “Mean reds talking?”

“I’m sure. I know. I am in love with you, (Y/N).” He said it with conviction— now that it was already out there, it was easy to say it over and over, and it felt right. It felt good, and he wanted to say it a million times.

You were taken aback by his sudden shift in nature. “Well, I’ve never heard anyone say it to me like that before.”

“What do you mean?” He moved closer to you. “Say it how?“

“Honestly.”

“So…?” Jughead trailed, still awaiting a response.

You looked to the big screen for a moment, and noticed it was almost over. You grabbed Jughead by the hand and stood up, pulling him up with you. You saw he still had a fearful look on his face. “Don’t worry,” You assured him. “I’m just waiting for something.”

“For what?” He asked, moving closer to you, his arms circled around your waist now, holding you close despite your lack of reciprocation.

As soon as the movie’s end music began, you pressed your lips against his suddenly. You took off his beanie with one hand, the other running your fingers through it, pulling at his hair as he moaned into your mouth. When you pulled away, you gasped a little. When he starred into your eyes deeply, you turned your head to see the words “the end” showing on the screen. “Timing,” you whispered, pressing the beanie into is chest. You saw him hold it there above his heart with both hands, wonderstruck, before turning on your heel and walking away from him.

You liked him, but you didn’t love him— it was always harder than that to get an Audrey-Hepurn-esque girl to fall in love with you. But you smiled, knowing that in time, you would.

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Miss Stark -One shot

REQUEST !

“Could I request a tony x sister one where the team finds her in a cryo tank? She disappeared right after her parents died and she was only 16.. when she wakes up and sees Tony she remembers him but she’s shocked to find she’s still a teenager. And because of hydra she can control the elements. Maybe some fluffy tony cause he’s got his baby sister back”


Steves POV

“Guys , what’s the hold up? We have to take this base down within the next 5 minutes. ” Natasha’s voice sounds through the comms. Me and Bucky are face to face with a cryo tank that’s housing a young girl inside.

“ do you know her ?” I ask him, the way he’s staring at her sends chills through me.

“ I -I can’t remember . But something about her seems familiar . We can’t leave her here.”

“ I agree , but we can’t just release her, we don’t know how dangerous she is Buck. ” as I speak bucky disconnects the tank and opens it.

“ did you not just hear a word I said!” I yell , he lifts the girl into his arms , she doesn’t look older than 18. She has long (y/c/h) , and smooth flawless skin . Her long eyelashes rest against her cheeks and he arms hang limply as Bucky carries her.

“ we have sedatives on the jet to keep her down , I’m not leaving her here if we are blowing up this base steve .” I follow him to the jet , my eyes not leaving her motionless body as he explains to Nat and Clint about this girl. Who is she?

When we arrive back at the tower, the medic team is already waiting in the hangar . As they carefully place her onto the hospital bed and begin rolling her out of the jet  ,Tony appears.

 " Well I heard you brought home another Hydra toy, how many times are you-“ As the girl is wheeled past him, hes voice pauses.

Originally posted by thefandomlifenerd

” Oh my God.“ Tony says under his breathe as he stares at the young girl.

” Tony what-“

” Did you know? “ his voice is cold and filled with anger as he stares at Bucky

” What are you-“

” Did you know they took my sister Barnes!?“ Tony grabs Bucky by the lapels of his gear and shoves him against the nearest wall. Tony has a sister?

” N- no , I didn’t know . “ Bucky wont fight back, his guilt about his hand in killing Tonys parents is still lingering after all this time.

Natasha pulls Tony off, tugging him along with her to follow after his sister.  What the hell is going on.

Originally posted by dailyteamcap


Tonys POV

 I rush behind Natasha and the medics, following them into the med bay . I watch as they hook Y/n up  to watch her vitals. How is this possible ? I should have known HYDRA took her, someone doesn’t just disappear .

” You couldn’t of known Tony.“ Natasha says from beside me.

” She was only 16, I thought- I thought she ran away , that she didn’t want to be stuck with me anymore. “  I watch the steady beeping of her heartrate, trying to push away the tears.

” Barnes says it looks like shes been frozen a while, maybe they didn’t-“

” Maybe they didn’t turn her into a weapon , a murderer? I don’t have that much faith in HYDRa ,Natasha. “ I spit .

Originally posted by jmeshowlett

My chest tightens, thinking of my innocent teenage sister being used as a toy for HYDRA.

“Any other Starks I should know about?” Steve appears on my other side, placing a hand on my shoulder. His face is sympathetic,  I send him a sad smile.

“ I thought she was gone, I didn’t think there was anything to tell.”

He nods, “ Why don’t you go get some air, we'll stay incase she wakes up . “  he offers . Why the hell is he always so nice?   I nod, knowing ill go even crazier just waiting for her to wake up.  I silently walk away, praying whatever  Hydra could of done to her is reversible.

Y/n’s POV

 The sound of beeping and hushed whispers makes it way to you ears. Where am I ?  you slowly open your eyes, seeing a red headed woman , and tall blonde at the end of the medical bed whispering.

” Where am I?“ you ask,  you go to move your hair out of your face, but are restricted by the thick cuffs chaining your hands to the railing of the bed. You frantically begin pulling at the restraints, panic invading you .Memories of  being tortured flashing through your mind , its almost as if you can still feel  all the times you were cut, beaten , and  burned all over again.

” Calm down miss, you are safe. I’m Natasha & this is Steve,  Do you know your name?“ The woman asks .

” Y/n .. Y/n Stark .“  you watch as both their eyes go wide. The blonde, Steve , looks oddly familiar.  When they don’t speak , your fear rises evenmore.

” Please, don’t- don’t hurt me. “ tears start flowing from your eyes , I cant go through this again.

” you are safe we aren’t going to -“

” Of course you are , youre Hydra ! I don’t know what you want from me!“  You are hysterically sobbing, the cuffs ripping into your wrists from how hard you’re pulling to be free.

Another man walks in, hes shorter than the bloinde & has glasses.

” Oh good, youre awake!“ he says cheerily , his tone alters when he sees the state of panic youre in .

” Y/n Stark?“  he asks, moving closer . You shrink into yourself, cowering back from the new man.

” Don’t be afraid, I’m Dr. Banner, but you can call me Bruce.Youre safe now. Do you know what SHIELD is?“ he asks calmly.

SHIELD? Dad’s SHIELD?

” Yes , my father -he was a founder. “

” You’re at a SHIELD affiliated tower, not HYDRA, you are safe . “ he places a hand on your arm . His touch is warm and comforting. The fearful tears turn into tears of joy; the feeling of being some where safe is overwhelming.

” Y/n?“ a new voice appears behind the Doctor .  A man about the same age as Bruce. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, maybe weeks . There is a strong sense of familiarity , but you cant seem to figure out why .

Originally posted by ask-science-boyfriends

His eyes stay locked on yours as he approaches you . The closer he gets, the more you recognize him . Tears rolls down his cheeks as he takes your hand in his, you don’t flinch when his hands clasp over yours.  The feeling of his hands holding yours sends a new wave of warmth and memories through you . You squeeze his hand, tears of your own freely falling.  You know the man infront of you , although hes a lot older than you remember, he is still him ; he’s still your brother.

You begin really pulling at the cuffs, craving the feeling of your brothers embrace . You begin sobbing as you feel blood leak from beneath the cuffs down your arms.

” Calm down , I’m going to get you out of these .“ Tony promises, digging in his pockets looking for the keys.

” Tony , I don’t think its a good . we don’t know if she-“

” Does she look like a threat to you Rogers?! Back off .“ Tony growls, finally finding the key and releasing you from the bonds.  You immediately through your arms around Tony, tugging him to you  . Everyone in the room tenses at how quickly you move, their bodies moving to defend Tony. Bruce stops them though , when he sees you aren’t a danger.

” What did they do to you kiddo?“ Tony asks, gently rubbing his hands down your back.

” They wanted information, but I didn’t- I couldn't  . They -“ you begin sobbing again , not able to form the words.

” Its alright, youre safe now. I’m not letting anyone take you away from me, not again.  “ 

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