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oh MAN! this is a NIGHT!! what if harry were his girl's first kiss!! :o im a lame 21 year old who has done legit nothing rip everything

YOURE NOT LAME!!!!

I think he’d find that really sweet. He’d be so endeared. He’d want to make it special for you, so very soft.

At the same time, I think he’d make it very spontaneous. Like you’re cuddling on the couch. Maybe it’s very very early on in the relationship. You’re watching a movie, and he *knows* you’ve never kissed anyone before and of course he doesn’t mind. But you’re there, in the soft light of the candle he’s got burning on the table and the glow of the tv. And you’re so into whatever it is you’re watching (even though he knows you’ve seen it a hundred times because you’ve *told* him it’s your favorite movie about a hundred times) and you look so cute and feel so soft in his arms that he can’t help himself.

“Hey.”

“Hm?” You turn your head to him slowly, but your eyes stay glued to the tv because MAYBE this character isn’t going to die this time, you have to pay attention!!!

And he giggles at how you aren’t even paying attention to him. He leans in and kisses your cheek, and *that* gets your attention. You look at him, and he’s giving you a dimpled smile. “Can I kiss you?”

“Can…. huh?” You know what he said but you’re so nervous because god what if you do it wrong? Where is this coming from? Maybe you aren’t ready.

He smiles knowingly and scoots a little closer. “M’gonna kiss you now, okay?” He presses a kiss to the tip of your nose, to test the waters.

You give him a soft little smile and a nod of your head. “Okay.”

And when he leans in to kiss you, it’s slow, and soft, and it is EVERYTHING you could’ve hoped for and more.

There’s no tongue- not yet- but you find yourself wishing there was when you feel his lips part ever so slightly to take your bottom lip between them. You can feel him smiling into the kiss, and you giggle softly.

He laughs through his nose and pulls away. “Good?” He asks, tucking a piece of hair behind your ears.

You’re in a daze and you can’t stop smiling. “Yeah.”

And he is SO damn endeared by you that even he can’t stop smiling. “Can I do it again?”

This time, it’s YOU that goes in for it, catching him off guard. He grins and pulls you closer.

And for a while, the film is forgotten.

Dating Echo would include

-The two of you grew up together in the Ice Nation

-You we’re both competitive as hell and always trained together

-It started as a love hate relationship since you were both always concentrating on beating each other

-The two of you were both captured by the Mountain Men and forced to work together

-the two of you kick ass when fighting for the same side

-Since you two spent most of your time together things just happened and next thing you knew y’all were making out

-You had always secretly liked her though

-Always complimenting each other

-Hating Skicru together

-Having each other’s backs in trying to get the king to stop supporting them

-Honestly just having each other’s back all the time because battles are easier caught when your together

-Always having some sort of contact with each other

-You sleep together and she is like a personal heater

-Even though you both know the other can take care of themselves your still very protective

-And you both get jealous quite easy

-Which will lead to one of you ranting to the other about how much you love each other and would never go with the disgusting person they were jealous of

-Braiding each other’s hair each morning

-She gives the tightest hugs

-Will kiss you all the time no matter what’s going on she just wants to kiss you

Originally posted by hedaswarrior

stuck on you. (m) | 01

“I want you to take my virginity.”
“What the fuck did you just ask me, Kim Taehyung?”

or, alternatively:

you’re not actually supposed to take your bestfriend’s virginity when he asks, right?

pairing: kim taehyung x reader 
genre: attempt at crack, eventual smut, college au
warnings: sexual jokes (like a cringe-worthy amount)
words: 9,582k
part: 01/03

out of context quote:
[9:52 am] Taehyung:  ___\o/___ me drowning in ur pussy lol 




“I want you to take my virginity.”



You’ve just taken a gulp of your pulp-included orange juice when Taehyung says this. He’s sitting across from you in the cafeteria of the University you both attend - have attended for the past two years.



His brown coffee coated eyes are staring directly into yours - a serious expression written across his features that tells you what he’s just spoken was said in nothing but pure seriousness.



And he says it so nonchalantly - so earnestly, that you do the only thing you can think of.



A perfectly reasonable reaction after hearing that your best friend, the boy you’ve been in love with for over two years - wants you to take his virginity.



You spit your orange juice out all over him.


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Seokjin

“Sweetheart… I’m sorry.”  

You feel Jin’s weight settle next to you on the bed, returning from wherever he stormed off to not ten minutes earlier.  Sorry or not, his apology doesn’t take back all the ruthless things his sharpened tongue have said, or act to ease the flow of tears running down your face.  He’s usually such a sweetie - such a goofball with his terrible jokes and cheesy smiles - so seeing him lose his temper like that… having him yell at you for the very first time… it’s shocked you to the core.  

He reaches out to touch your back, unable to hide the hurt he feels when you flinch away.  When he softly utters your name you can hear the regret lacing his voice, and despite all the pain you feel you can’t help but lift your face from your knees to look at him, this man you love so much.  

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, and expression he wears is so guilt-ridden, so tormented, that you feel some of your own anger start to slip away.  

“I’m sorry too,” you whisper back, tilting your face into his hand when he reaches out to wipe your tears away.  Jin’s touch is so comforting, so soothing, that you don’t resist when he moves closer, cupping your face in both hands now.  The way he leans closer to you is cautious, his eyes flicking between yours for any sign that you’re going to run away, but much to his surprise you’re the one closes the gap between you.  You bring your lips to his in an eager kiss, your hands finding the front of his sweater and gripping it tightly to pull him closer.  

“I didn’t mean… what I said…” Jin mumbles between the meeting of your mouths, his fingers pushing back your hair and then grabbing at your back, pulling you into him as you start to tug at his clothes.  

“Jin… just shut up.”  His sweater coming off cuts short any reply what he might have had, your tongue slipping into his mouth ensuring he remains mute save the languid groan of pleasure he makes as you fall onto your back, pulling him with you to lie between your legs.  It doesn’t take long for the both of you to lose the rest of your clothes, and when Jin starts to touch you gently between your legs you only wait a few seconds, no more, before pushing his hand away and whispering against his lips that you’re ready.  

He needs no more encouragement than to hear those needful words from your tongue to give into that most primal of urges.  He lines himself up with your achingly wet core and then slowly starts to push inside, his kisses never ceasing even as you gasp at the feeling of his thick length stretching you open beneath him.  The feeling of Jin beginning to move inside you, his hands worshipping every inch of  your body… there could be no better comfort that he could provide.  

He rests his face against the crook of your neck, peppering your skin with sweet, loving kisses as he maintains the slow, steady pace of his hips, dragging his cock back and forth inside you to stimulate all your deepest, darkest places.

“You’re so beautiful… I love you so much.”

Originally posted by melanielovesgaysempai

Yoongi

You hate it when he’s like this.  Arguments you can handle easily enough; blessed with a quick mind and wide vocabulary, verbal slanging matches are practically your forte - but this?  The cold shoulder, the sullen silences, the dean-pan expression and icy stare?  You have no idea what to do with this.  

It makes you feel nervous, chewing on your bottom lip and playing with a frayed thread on your shirt as you wait for Yoongi to explode; to shout, to scream, to throw things, anything.  Anything but just stand there on the other side of the room, arms folded, regarding you like you’re something nasty he just found on the bottom of his shoe.  You knew you were asking for trouble when you kept teasing him earlier, talking back and making fun with the rest of his friends.  The dark look settling Yoongi’s eyes should’ve been enough of an indicator for you to stop, but you’d liked making them laugh and you’d liked being centre of attention, so you’d carried on, unknowingly pushing him far beyond his limits of tolerance.

“What do you want from me, Yoongi?”  you sigh eventually, peeking out at him from under your lashes.  Silence.  “You want me to say sorry?”  He cocks his head to the side.  “Well I’m sorry, ok?”  Still he says nothing, and you end up losing your patience, letting out a loud groan of frustration and shoving your head into your hands.  

“I don’t want your ‘sorry’s’,” he drawls after a moment, voice soft and deadly, and you lift your face to look at him over the tips of your fingers, wide eyed.  He starts to walk toward you, letting his arms fall from his chest, rotating the ring on his index finger round and round.  “What I want… is for you to never disrespect me like that ever again.”  Yoongi stops short of the sofa, just a pace or two away, his eyes blazing as he glares down at you.  “I want you to not to be such a fucking brat.”  

You take a sharp intake of breath into your hands, equally shocked and confused by his savage tone and the heat you can feel unfurling deep in your belly in response to it.  

“I want you down on your fucking knees, showing me you can do as you’re told, for once.”  What?

Your hands fall from your face, sitting up just a little bit straighter as you try to figure out if Yoongi’s serious or not.  The steely look in his eyes and the obvious bulge in his sweats are enough to convince you of his intentions, and before you know it your body is moving down to sit on the hard wooden floor at his feet, your hands grabbing at the elasticated waist to tug them down.  

“Open your mouth,” Yoongi tells you sharply, grabbing the base of his hardened cock and pointing it towards your lips expectantly.  You do as you’re told, letting your jaw go slack as you look up at him from under your eyelashes, taking a breath when you feel him grab a hold of the back of your head.  He pulls you onto him, slipping the entire length of his cock into your mouth and down your throat in one fell swoop, and then holding you there with a grunt of satisfaction. When you start to caress the length of him with your tongue, your throat burning, you watch as pleasure softens the harshness of his features.  

Though Yoongi’s still rough as he starts to thrust in and out of your mouth, some of the anger seems to have faded from his eyes, a smirk forming across his face as you moan around him.  His other hand comes up to cradle your cheek, his cock slipping back and forth between your spit slickened lips.  

“Can’t talk back now, can you?

Originally posted by jiminiessugamonster

Hoseok

It’s been six months since yours and Jung Hoseok’s paths have crossed.  Six months since he walked out of your life, shouting and slamming doors, tired of having the same argument with you again and again.  You’d convinced yourself you were long over him, sure that if you ever saw him again you’d be able to look him square in the eyes and feel absolutely nothing.  

Oh, how very wrong you were.  He had to be here, tonight of all nights, when you’ve already fallen out with the people who’re supposed to love you most.  All you want is to drown your sorrows, but when you catch sight of Hobi from across the dance floor, his body moving fluidly to the music, you can’t deny the magnetic pull that draws you across the room.  He hasn’t seen you yet, too busy beaming his 1,000 watt smile at the petite girl grinding against his side, and even though it hurts you to watch, you can’t look away.  

Hobi always understood.  He was always the one to put you back together after mother had torn you apart with her sharp tongue and harsh criticisms, and you find yourself aching for that comfort from him now.  Thoughtlessly you approach until you’re only a few steps away, standing in the middle of the dance floor like some kind of motionless moron, gasping when his eyes pass over you and ready to sob in the split seconds between him looking away and then doing a double take.  You see his mouth form the syllables of your name, and though the music is far too loud the memory of his voice makes it almost so you can hear it anyway, a thrill running down your spine.

He steps away from the girl - she’s thankfully too drunk to mind - to stand directly in front of you, his eyes running all over you from top to toe, like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.  

It’s only when he reaches out to touch your cheek, his eyebrows knotted in concern, that you realise you’re crying.  You pull away abruptly, shaking your head and roughly wiping your eyes, but the damage is already done.  That simple touch has been branded into your skin now, and all you can think about is having more and more and more.  Apparently, Hobi feels the same.  He grabs your hand and drags you away from the dance floor, towards the toilets, and when he finds the one marked as disabled he pushes you inside and then locks the door firmly behind him when he enters too, ignoring the shocked look on your face.  

For a few moments you both just stand there, absorbing every inch of each other, but right when you’re about to speak Hobi suddenly launches himself at you.  Your back slams into the countertop behind you as his mouth does the same, meeting yours in a hard, fervent kiss that smacks of desperation, and then suddenly his hands are hooking behind your thighs, lifting you onto it so he can stand between your legs.  Your hands are in his hair, pulling on it, trying to get him closer even though you know it’s not physically possible, his tongue fighting for dominance with yours.  

There’s someone banging on the toilet door - people must’ve seen the two of you run inside - but you couldn’t care less.  All you can focus on is Hobi’s fingertips grabbing  your thighs, hitching up to your skirt as you yank open his pants, craving the feel of him inside you after so long.  As quickly as you can pull his long cock free he’s sliding you off the counter and onto it, thrusting inside you barebacked as you wrap your legs around his hips, knowing instinctively that you’ll be wet enough to take it.  You always were.  

“Shit, I missed this pussy,” he grunts into you ear, bouncing you on his length.

“I missed you, god, I miss you.” 

Originally posted by hayoomin

Namjoon

Hitting the ‘send’ button with far more force than necessary you let out a scream of frustration, throwing your phone across the room and onto the sofa for a soft landing.  Yes, you’re pissed off, but you still don’t want a broken phone.  Namjoon wrecks enough of your stuff without trying, you won’t give him the satisfaction of being responsible for that too.  

You’re not replying again, no matter what he has to say for himself.  In fact, you’re not even going to read his response.  Deep down, you know you’re over-reacting - him not doing the dishes is hardly worth this amount of aggravation.  Truth be told, every time he does it you usually end up having to to the store to buy more to replace the ones he’s dropped and smashed on the floor, but that’s not the point.  The point is Namjoon always makes these promises about things he’s going to do to help out more around the house, and then something bigger and better and more important comes up, and you’re left to do all the grunt work.  Every time.  

You pointedly ignore the flashing light on your phone for the rest of the night, knowing that he won’t be home ‘till really late and still soothing too much to make up in the meantime.  It’s left abandoned on the sofa when you go to bed, too, only managing to fall asleep after you’ve helped yourself relax with a long, hot bath that helps to melt some of the stress away.   

It’s Namjoon climbing into bed next to you that wakes you up a few hours later, though you still pretend to be fast asleep until you feel him start to shuffle up against your back, his face pressed between your shoulder blades.  

“I’m still mad,” you murmur, your voice husky from sleep, and mad you might be, but you still can’t find it in your heart to pull away from him into the little bit of space left on your side of the bed.  

“I know,” he mumbles back, the words blowing hot across your back, shuddering involuntarily at the lingering kiss he presses there.  In the pause that follows Namjoon gingerly places his arms over your side, bracing himself for rejection but squeezing you tightly when it doesn’t come.  “Do you still love me?” He asks it so cutely, his voice sugary sweet, and despite all your earlier irritation you end up huffing a laugh at him, placing your hand on top of his where it rests on your stomach.  

“Of course I do, you dick.”  Namjoon laughs now too, kissing the slope of your shoulder as you twist your head round to be able to look at him.  

“Good.”  He plants another kiss and then another, working his way upward until he’s pressing kisses to your neck too, all the hairs on your body standing on end when he whispers, “Because I love you too.”  When you feel his hand start to slowly make its way southward you do little to stop it, more than happy to make up in the most pleasurable way possible, sighing softly when it slips under the waistband of your pyjama shorts.

It doesn’t take Namjoon to work you into a frenzy, rubbing gently at your clitoris and then running his fingers through your folds until they’re slick with warm arousal, all the while kissing your neck, loving the skin with his lips and his tongue.  He pushes your shorts down over your hips, separating your bodies for just a second to remove his boxers, and then he’s taking hold of your uppermost thigh and lifting it, supporting it as he positions himself between your legs, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance.  

“Joonie,” you sigh softly, arching your back against him, feeling him smile against your neck before slowly sliding in from behind.  He groans when his long length is fully seated inside of you, feeling your warm walls clench around him in welcome.

“Babygirl, you feel so good.”

Originally posted by myboi-yoongi

Jimin

“What the fuck am I supposed to think?”  Jimin yells, brandishing your phone out by his side, waving it around like a taunt.  

“He’s a friend Jimin, that’s it!” you shriek back, a hand in your hair as you pull at it in frustration.  Sure, those text messages from Baekyun might’be been a little flirtly, but you know he didn’t mean anything by them, not really.  Obviously, your boyfriend doesn’t see it that way.

“Oh yeah, it really looks like it.  Real friendly.”  A sneer twists Jimin’s usually soft, pliant mouth, your stomach twisting unpleasantly too when you see it.  

“Well maybe you shouldn’t go looking through my phone if you’re gonna have such a fucking problem with what you find.”  You see his fists clench at his sides, his eyes narrowing as he glares back at you from across the room, and it takes every bit of your willpower to force yourself not to look away, to stand strong and glare right back.  You know if your heart of hearts that you haven’t done anything wrong, so you’ll be damned if you let Jimin make you feel guilty.  Fuck that.  

Still, when he suddenly stalks towards you, throwing your phone to the side, you can’t help but flinch in anticipation of what he might do.  He grabs a hold of each of your upper arms, squeezing hard as his dark eyes flit back and forth between yours, and then all of a sudden he’s crashing his mouth to yours, rushing you backward until your back slams against the wall.  

“Jimin!” you muffle against his mouth, your eyes wide as his hands start to roam all over you, grabbing at your hip, groping your breast, fixing your bottom lip between his teeth and biting, hard.  “What’re you-”

“No one but me gets to touch you like this, you hear?” he growls into your mouth, already pulling up your skirt with one hand as the other flips open his belt.  His tongue pushes into your mouth as he shoves his jeans down to sit just below his shapely ass, pulling his erection free from his boxers to leak pre-cum onto your favourite top as touches you through your panties.  “You think Baekyun could get you this wet?  Shit, I barely have to touch you and you’re dripping for me.”   

“Jimin,” you groan helplessly, loving how rough and forceful he’s being even though his fingers hurt and you’ll be covered in bruises tomorrow.  Fighting or not, all you want is for him to take you, now, right here, wreck and ruin you in his name.  

He grabs one of your thighs and hitches it over his hip, bending at the knees and pulling your panties to the side to line his cock up with your entrance.  He thrusts up and into you savagely, splitting you open with his girthy length, and once he’s deep inside you he picks up your other leg so they’re both wrapped around his waist, supporting your weight with help from the wall you’re still pressed against.  

“Baekyun couldn’t fuck you the way I do,” Jimin grunts, snapping his hips back and forth as you cry out again and again, grabbing onto his shoulders, your head tilted forward, tears streaming from your eyes.  He’s fucking you so hard that his hip bones are digging into you with every thrust, sharp and painful, but you don’t care, you want it to hurt.  It only makes it feel better. 

“Say his name, I fucking dare you.”

Originally posted by princejimin

Taehyung

You and Tae have never had a complicated relationship.  You’d gotten on instantly when you‘d first met working as a make up girl under BigHit’s paycheck, fast friends ever since.  You’ve got the same sense of humour and humble upbringings; even the same fashion sense 99% of the time.  He’s always invited you to the group’s dance practices too, though you get the feeling that if Tae could’ve taken back tonight’s invitation without  having to give you a reason, he definitely would’ve done.    

He’s been off with you ever since you stayed the night last weekend, replying only intermittently to your texts with short, clipped sentences that just aren’t like him, and for the life of you you can’t figure out what’s wrong.  It’d been a normal night; you watched movies, ate crappy food, talked.  Nothing out of the ordinary.  You’d hoped seeing him in person might improve things but Tae’s been avoiding you all night, barely saying a word.  The only time he paid you any attention was when you’d been playing thumb wars with Jin, and then his stare had been intense that it was you who’d to look away first.  

Once practice is over you expect Tae to wait for you as he usually does, but when you straighten up from collecting your things off the floor you see his back already disappearing through the doorway.  You call his name, running after him, grabbing hold of his arm and forcing him to stop.  

“What the hell is going on with you lately?” you question, ignoring the awkward look you can see on Jimin’s face as he passes.  “Aren’t you giving me a ride home?” Taehyung just stares blankly back at you.  

“Why don’t you get Jin-hyung to take you?”  You raise your eyebrows at him, infuriated when he copies your gesture.   What’s that supposed to mean?  Huffing, you drag him back into the studio and lock the door behind you, determined not to leave until you’ve gotten this sorted out.  

“Why’re you bringing Jin into this Tae?” He avoids your eyes, staring at his feet. “Is this about what I said the other night?”  It’s the only possible thing you can think of; you’d asked whether you should ask Jin out on a date - he was sweet and funny and always made a lot of effort to speak to you, so why not?  It’s not like you’d been getting any other offers lately.  Still, Taehyung says nothing.  “Look, if you think it’d be too weird for me to date one of your friends you should just say so.”

“It’s not just Jin!”  he suddenly snaps, his deep voice raised in volume, “I don’t want you to date anyone at all!”  Your mouth hangs agape for a moment - Tae’s never shouted at you before, not once.  

“Why not?  I know you’re protective of me, but-”

“Because I want to date you, ok?!  It should be me, not Jin!” he blurts out, slinging his bag off of his shoulder to slide across the wooden floor and into the mirror.  You’re at a total loss for words, struck mute by his confession. “And I know I’m too young for you and I’m immature and I’ve never… I’ve never told you any of this.”  Taehyung strides over with more decisiveness you’ve ever seen from him, grabbing hold of your hands in his.  “But I love you, I’m in love you with you.”  And then suddenly he’s kissing you with an intensity and a fierceness you never knew he was capable of, pressing his body against yours and squeezing your hands so tight it’s like he’s afraid to let go.  

“Tell me you feel the same, please, Noona, I need to hear you say you love me too,” Taehyung pleads, his forehead resting against yours when he pulls away, his eyes closed tight like he’s in pain.  

“Of course I do,” you whisper, taking his face in your hands and smoothing out the worry lines with your thumbs, finally letting yourself succumb to all the feelings you’ve been holding back for so long.  “Of course I love you.  I always have, Tae.”  The look of amazement and wonder on his face is so pure, so sweet that it almost makes you cry until he starts kissing you again, deeper and needier than before, more perfect than you ever dreamed it could be.

Before you know it he’s dragging you to the floor with him and you’re both pulling off your clothes, desperate for the intimacy you’ve both deprived yourselves of for so long.  You’re too caught up to even properly appreciate the sight of each other naked for the first time; just feeling, tasting, touching one another, wetter than you’ve ever been in your life when Taehyung finally finds his way inside.  He starts to move only when you’re gasping and begging him to do so, tilting your hips up to help him find and abuse your g-spot.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Noona,” he groans into your shoulder, his thick, hardened length throbbing inside you as he moves.  

“This is perfect… you’re so perfect.” 

Originally posted by mylovertaehyung

Jungkook

Jungkook’s in one of his silly, playful moods tonight.  Usually it wouldn’t be a problem - you love the times where you get to play around and laugh together - but you’ve got a paper due tomorrow, one you’re already way behind on, so you really don’t appreciate the way he keeps poking and prodding you in an attempt to get a reaction, tickling and teasing you when you’ve already repeatedly asked him to quit it.  

When he goes so far as to start tapping the top of your laptop, flapping the screen down over and over and over again as you try to type, your frayed temper finally snaps.  You round on him, the stress you’re under making you respond far more angrily than you normally would, fingers clenching the keyboard so hard that it creaks.  

“WIll you just stop it?”  you yell, oblivious to the way Jungkook shrinks back into the sofa a little, startled by the ferocity of your voice.  “Can’t you just act your age, for once? Maknae or not you’re still supposed to be an adult, Jungkook, so maybe you should start thinking about growing the fuck up.”    He blinks at you once and then twice, expression completely blank and unspeaking as you glare back at him, almost daring him to give you an excuse to let rip once more.  He doesn’t utter a word though, not as he rises from the couch or as he leaves the room, shutting his bedroom door quietly behind him.

It doesn’t take you long to calm down.  As hot and quick as your temper is it always burns out fast too, and by the time it does you’re feeling truly awful about what just happened, guilt sitting heavy in your stomach when you think about the way you spoke to him.  It’s useless trying to work now - even without Jungkook here to bother you you still can’t concentrate - so you shut your laptop with a sigh and then ready yourself to go eat a slice of humble pie, approaching Jungkook’s closed door and knocking softly.  There’s no answer, but you don’t hear a ‘go away’ either, so you decide to forge ahead cautiously, opening the door and poking your head through the gap to look inside.  

Jungkook’s sat on the edge of his bed, his ps4 controller in hand, eyes fixed on the TV as his fingers move mechanically over the buttons.  He doesn’t acknowledge you as you approach, nor does he when you sit gingerly beside him, but when you try to place your hand on his knee he abruptly jerks it away from your reach.  You deserve that, you know you do, so you try not to take it to heart.

You lean forward to look at his face and when you do you’re devastated by what you see;  his cheeks are red and splotchy, and even though his eyes are dry now you can tell by how puffy they are that he’s been crying.  God, if you felt awful before, it’s nothing compared to how you feel now.  

“I’m so sorry…” you murmur, looking guiltily at the floor, “Kookie, I-”

“Don’t call me that,” he snaps, pausing his game to glare at you icily, “I’m not a baby.”  You flounder for a moment, wanting so desperately to touch him but frightened he’ll push you away again.  

“I know you’re not, Jungkook… I didn’t mean what I said, I was just… stressed out and angry and… I know that’s not an excuse.”  You’re rambling now, wanting to make it better but unable to find the right words to say under such an intense gaze.  “Let me make it up to you.”  This time when you reach out to touch him Jungkook lets you, albeit still reluctantly.  He lets you place one hand on his cheek as the other settles on his thigh.  He lets you kiss him too; softly, apologetically, and with all the feeling you can muster.  He’s slow to kiss you back, but when he does it’s with a needfulness that makes you groan, his tongue slipping inside your mouth, delving deeply.  All his earlier upset from your harsh words has morphed into a will to dominate, a desire to show you just powerful he can be that has him grabbing onto you so hard that it starts to hurt.  

When you dig your fingernails into the meaty muscle of his thigh Jungkook abruptly pulls you onto his lap to straddle him, and suddenly you’re all too aware of his erection pressing hot and heavy against your core, gasping when he shifts his hips underneath you.  He grabs onto your waist, grinding you down against him, smirking at the moan that leaves your lips.  

“Are you gonna tell me that that doesn’t feel like a man, huh?”  he growls, circling both of your hips to provide agonising friction against your clit, stimulating you through your clothes until they’re practically soaked through.  “I guess you won’t want me to fuck you then, will you, if I’m such a child… if I’m so immature?”  

“Please… Kook-Jungkookie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it,” you mewl, grabbing onto his shirt, your body trying to ride him even as he shoves you off of his lap.

“Take those off,” he orders and instantly you obey, stripping your lower half, your mouth practically watering as you watch him strip and then lie back flat on the bed, stroking his cock with his hair dangling into his lust-darkened eyes.  You crawl back onto the bed when he beckons you with his finger, sitting astride him with your core hovering above his cock, dripping into his lap with how aroused you are.  He rubs the tip of his cock through your folds, teasing you until neither of you can bare it any longer, finally grabbing onto your hips and pulling you down onto him hard, grunting as your ass slaps into his lap.  

“Come on baby, show me how sorry you are.” 

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My oh my, those just got longer and longer didn’t they? 

Mixtapes (Richie/Eddie)

Summary: Both Richie and Eddie are very fond of each other and often tease each other affectionately, especially Richie to Eddie. So Bill and Stan both play cupid, which results in swapping mixtapes for eachother.

Warning(s): Bad language, 13 year olds kissing (don’t read if you think its fucking weird?? bc its not), if you think this is me sexualising these cuties-don’t bother

Richie’s Mixtape to Eddie

Eddie’s Mixtape to Richie

A/N: Look at my children in love, PLEASE I highly recc listening to either of the mixtapes that are linked above^^? They are both very 70/80′s. btw I do requests? If anyone wants to hit me up an x reader or a ship in IT 2017 (or IT in general) I’ll be glad to do so?? don’t be shy

“Awe, Eds. Look at you.” Richie cooed teasingly, pinching Eddie’s slowly flushing cheek.

Eddie quickly began swatting at Richie’s hand, his eyebrows furrowed heavily and a frown on his lips, “Don’t touch me with your rotten hands, asshole!”

Richie ignored his protests and flinched away from his swats, moving his hand to now over his shoulders and pulling the smaller boys frame into his own side, a grin on his lips.  “You’re such a cutie, Eds.”

“No, No I’m fucking-”

“Both of you, shut up.” Stanley grumbles after rolling his eyes several times at the two.

Richie snapped his eyes at Stan, glaring through his coke bottle glasses, which only enhanced his eye size even more. He held Eddie closer, even with Eddie’s flushed cheeks he still squirmed lightly.

Stan sighs in relief and folds his arms as the group goes back to its usual discussion about the new random comic book of the week. Eddie couldn’t help but allow his heart to beat faster at Richie’s touch against his form, making him feel protected in his stronger grip. He couldn’t help but zone out as Richie begun to bicker that his comic book that he found was better than Stan’s.

Bill tilted his head, analysing Eddie as his eyes would flicker all over the place with his mouth gaping before closing every now and then and gulping. He knew that how he was acting wasn’t the norm for Eddie whenever Richie was like this, something was different. Not to mention that he had stopped struggling against Richie who wasn’t even holding Eddie tightly or forcing him in place.

Bill smiled a bit, as something clicked inside of his head- a plan. But he was going to need Stanley to help out.


That night, on the way home from their adventurous summer day- Bill was walking Eddie home as Stanley had taken Richie to a different route. Bill hummed a tune as he walked alongside his friend, grinning as he turned to look at him.

“So…”

Eddie looked at Bill, tilting his head, “So?”

“So, y-..you and Richie?”

“Yeah?” Eddie was confused, almost disgust in his voice- but Bill could see past the faux disgust.

“I saw how you were t-today, Eddie. Y-you were blushing.”

This again, only caused Eddie to heat up as his form became a flustered mess and he glared at Bill. “You would blush too if someone touched your arm!”

“N-no, I’d only b-blush if Bev touched my arm there.” Bill pointed out, “but in this instance, you blushed when Richie had his arm around you- as well when he pinched your cheek and called you a ‘cutie’, it’s quite obvious.”

Eddie snapped his head away, patting his fanny pack for reassurance for himself. “Whats your point?”

“My point? M=my point is that he’s flirting with you; y-you like him.”

“I don’t like him! And he isn’t flirting with me! He acts like that with everyone-”

Bill cuts Eddie off quickly, “E-Eddie, do you see him pinching any of our cheeks and calling us a ‘cutie’? He doesn’t put his arms a-around us or any of the shit he does for you, not to mention he calls you E-Eds and doesn’t have a nickname for any of us.”

“Okay Bill-”

“N-n..not to mention, he carries an extra i-inhaler around just incase you lose yours.”

Thats when Eddie’s breath hitches, feeling butterflies go crazy in his abdomen, adoration swirling and tugging at his heart strings. He could practically hear his heart in his ears loud and clear.

“He… he does?” Eddie whispers, his voice quivering a bit.

“Yeah, even though he knows that you don’t even need it anymore, because you know, gazebos and your Mom making your illness up and shit but- yeah.” Bill smiles, watching how the young boy was falling more and more in love.

Eddie then quickly holds his wrist, feeling his pulse; resulting his fingertips quivering from feelings how his heart was beating with happiness.

“Oh… I-I never knew that. He’s never told me…”

“That’s b-because you’ve never needed it, but he always has.”

Eddie bites his lip, “What a fucking, what- he’s a fucking dick.” Eddie protests, blushing bright as ever.

“Sure he is,” Bill chuckled, “But l-look, I wanna help you. I know when someone is in love when I see it.”

“How?” Eddie asked, neither denying his feelings or admitting.

“Well.. It i-involves music.”


Meanwhile, Stanley was grumbling to himself in annoyance and cursing Bill’s name for getting him into this situation with Richie Tozier. He didn’t want to do this, but Bill had promised to give him some candy as a reward if it goes well.

“So, Richie. I’m gonna make this quick as possible so I can just go home.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Richie asked with pure confusion, a single eyebrow furrowing and one raising.

“You like Eddie, Eddie likes you.” Stan started, his face full of boredom, “Can you just hurry up and tell him?”

Richie was shocked by his friend’s words at first, before smirking. “Hell yeah I like him, I tell him all the time.”

“I mean genuinely, you asshole.” Stan sighed, “Not as a joke or some shit, literally confess your fucking feelings to him or something.”

Richie rolls his eyes, not being fazed by the situation, “What makes you think I like him seriously? I’m not fucking gay-”

“It’s pretty fucking clear you like girls, after you telling us for the full day about the first time you ‘tickled your pickle’ to a random magazine that had huge boobs all over it. But you like guys too, there’s nothing wrong with that.” Stan spoke with a monotone voice, managing to not let any voice cracks slip.

Richie scoffed, “I don’t like him, he’s a friend and I like to tease him.”

“You tease him by calling him ‘cute’ and you give him a nickname, you don’t do it to anyone else. You like him, just admit it- no one is judging you.” 

Richie frowned, huffing a bit and rolling his eyes. “Well, what if I did? Whats your point and where are you going with this?”

Stan smirked, patting Richie’s back forcefully, causing him to stumble forward.

“What’s your taste in music like?”


The next day, both Richie and Eddie were walking to school together in perfect unison, both of them holding a tape in their pocket that held a variety of songs that the one had imagined for the other.

Richie gulped, for once actually nervous around Eddie. What would Eddie think of him? It was a fucking mixtape, it was Richie’s music taste. Would he even like it? Would he-

“Richie, here. I want you to have this.” Eddie cut off Richie’s thoughts, holding up a tape alike to Richie’s.

Richie blinked twice, stopping in his steps. The tape was all black and what seemed to be painted on with nail polish ‘Sucks to Suck’ on top of the tape. 

“I-it’s a mixtape.” Eddie mumbled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he felt flustered.

Richie stayed silent, slowly taking the tape, analysing it with soft eyes before looking up with confusion. He turned over the  mix tape to see ‘to Richie’ painted with the same shade of white but in smaller writing.

“You made one too?” He spoke quietly, his head tilted to the side which caused his dark brown hair to tilt too.

“What?”

“Look…” Richie dug into his pocket and pulled out his own black tape which had a sticker on it, saying ‘Gimmie head til’ I’m dead!’ on it, with writing scribbled onto the back saying ‘to Eds’ with a cheeky smiley face, “I made one too, here.” He handed it over.

Eddie’s eyes widened, blushing a bit as he took it from the glasses wearing boy and read over it- mentally scoffing at the sticker but he was in awe of the idea that both of them had somehow made a mixtape for the other.

“You too?” Eddie whispered in shock.

“Well, yeah- but it wasn’t my idea.”

“It wasn’t mine either.” 

Richie quickly smirked, rolling his eyes, “They fucking set us up.”

“Who? Bill? Because it was Bill’s idea for me-” Eddie began to ramble on.

“It was Stan’s idea for me.”

Eddie then stopped, sighing with a grin- poking his tongue in his cheek. “Fuck, that makes sense.”

Both look at each other with grins slowly spreading over their chapped lips, soon the two boys were in a fit of giggles due to the realisation of the sweet situation. Both never taking eyes off one another, blushes spreading to their ears and down their necks.

“I, I guess I’ll listen to this tonight?” Richie’s voice broke, still calming down from his fit of giggles.

“Yeah, me too… I-i uh, I picked out the songs carefully and put them in order a certain way, so..” Eddie trailed off, becoming a little ashamed incase Richie would tease him for his effort.

But Richie only felt love swell inside of him at those words, he grabbed Eddie’s hand with his free one and leant forward, bending down slightly, whilst pressing their lips together for the first time. Eddie’s eyes widened in shock, before melting and wrapping his free arm around Richie’s neck with the mixtape in his firm grip. Both merged together in sync and harmony, with their lips swelling and becoming saturated in colour. Richie wrapped his other arm around Eddie’s waist and too held his mix tape tightly as they both kissed in the middle of the street, hand in hand, with no shame at all.


Eddie sat down at his desk, placing his headphones over his head, pressing play as quickly the flood of Richie vibes swirled into his eardrums. Finally, after many aching hours at school he had time to listen to this mixtape.

I don’t want to know your name

Cause’ you don’t look the same

The way you did before

Okay, you think you got a pretty face

But the rest of you is out of place

You looked alright before…

Eddie chuckled at the familiar song, it often played in arcades that the Losers club all went too. It went under the title ‘Fox on the Run’ and it was by ‘The Sweets’.

Fox on the run!

You scream and everybody comes a running!

Take a run and hide yourself away…

Foxy on the run!

F-foxy!

Fox on the run…

And hide away!

Eddie listened to every song intensely, capturing the vibe of Richie Tozier perfectly. He had even picked out songs that they both loved and favoured. Eddie really adored Richie’s music taste and everything about it, it perfectly described him as a person and he loved that.

Soon, the last song came on. By the instrumental, Eddie recognised it to be ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love With You’ by Elvis Presley. HIs heart hammered quickly.

Wise men say,

Only fools rush in

But I, cant help, falling in love with you…

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin?

If I can’t help, falling in love with you…

Eddie’s breath hitched in his throat, feeling his pulse echo throughout his system. This was not part of Richie’s vibe at all, but part of Eddie’s. Eddie loved Elvis Presley whilst Richie wasn’t a big fan of him. 

But this song was magical and made for someone special, so Eddie was shocked and swooned. Very much so captivated.

Eddie Kaspbrak was falling in love with Richie Tozier.


Later that night, Richie laid down in bed with his cheap headphones, before plugging them into the mixtape and pressing the button to get the songs going.

The first song started; it was of course one of Richie’s favoured artists as well as Eddie’s. From what he knew, this was one of Eddie’s favourite songs from David Bowie, it was called Heroes and it was a truly beautiful song.

I, I will be king.

And you, you will be queen.

Though nothing, will drive them away

We can beat them, just for one day.

Oh we can be heroes!

Just for one day.

And you, you can be mean.

And I, I drink all the time.

Because we’re lovers, and that is a fact.

Yes we’re lovers, and that is that.

Though nothing, will keep us together

We could steal time, just for one day.

We could be heroes, forever and ever.

What’d you say?

Richie felt his heart pump faster and swell as the mixtape carried on, each song having Eddie’s vibe to it. But Richie could tell that they matched him in a way that made Eddie pick it for him to listen to. Everything was intentional.

After a good 50 minutes, the final song was starting to play. Yet Richie wasn’t prepared for what he was about to hear.

Hey Jude…

Don’t make it bad,

Take a sad song, then make it better.

Remember, to let her into your heart.

Then you can start to make it better.

Richie’s eyes widened as his thoughts wandered back to Eddie’s simple words. ‘I picked out the songs carefully and put them in order a certain way.’ This meant that Eddie had intentionally wanted Richie to hear this song last.

Hey Jude…

Don’t be afraid.

You were made to go out and get her.

The minute you let her under your skin

Then you begin to make it better.

Richie felt the tears prick at his waterline as this was the first time of him being emotional at a song. Eddie was the only person that knew about Richie’s home life, how he was neglected by his parents constantly and was alone. He knew that the reason why Richie was so loud and out there was because he didn’t receive the attention he deserved at home, so he wanted it from friends. He wanted to make people laugh, Eddie knew this.

Eddie’s key words lingered in his brain, as it stuck out to him that this single song revealed that Eddie’s whole mixtape was set up in a way to help Richie throughout dark times or whenever he felt alone, so he could remember that Eddie had cared enough to set up this mixtape in perfect order to make Richie stronger in that given moment.

And anytime you feel the pain,

Hey Jude, refrain

Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders.

For well you know that it’s a fool,

Who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder.

Richie’s tears finally fell, making him take his glasses off to refrain any of the tears staining the lenses. Eddie had purposely picked this song as if to say that Richie was in fact his Jude, he wanted Richie to get better and hopefully have a better mindset besides his life at home.

Nah, nah nah, nah nah, nah nah, nah nah…

His breaths shook, as he held the mixtape to his chest with the headphones still placed perfectly on his head. He was thankful to have someone like Eddie who would even bother to do this, as something as simple as this with so much thought put into it only made him fall in love with the small boy even more.

Purchasing Life is Strange: Before the Storm DLC right after finishing Life is Strange even though you know exactly what’s gonna happen and how empty you’re gonna feel

It’s Genetic

Leia: [opening the door to let Luke in] Luke! Happy Life Day – oh. You brought him, huh.
[Anakin’s Force Ghost peers out nervously from behind Luke, waving weakly] 
Luke: Leia, he’s our dad. I know you guys haven’t always had the best relationship but – 
Leia: He killed my parents. He tried to kill me. And my husband. Oh, and you, by the way, in case you’ve forgotten. That’s a little worse than missing a few of my softball games.
Luke: That’s fair, but…he eventually saved the universe! And he saved me! You like me, right? 
Leia: [unimpressed] I guess
Luke: And I…I like dad. He’s been helping me become a better Jedi…and look how great my hair looks these days! 
Leia: [rolling her eyes] Yeah…your hair does look pretty good.
Luke: See? So let’s just…all sit down together and maybe get to know each other a little more. [puppy dog eyes] It is Life Day, after all. 
Han: Leia, just let them come in already…you don’t want to listen to Luke complain for the rest of the night.
Leia: [annoyed] All right, come in. [to Anakin] You sit…over there. Please try not to murder anyone. 
Anakin: [nodding] Of course, I won’t be any trouble, I’m just…happy to be here with my family. 
Luke: Great! Oh, and of course we can’t forget… [opening the door again and motioning to someone to come in] 
Leia: Oh no, I’m not hosting any more of your guests, Luke, thanks. [she starts to close the door on Obi-Wan’s Force Ghost] Uh. H-hi. [to Luke] Who is this?
Luke: [whispering] That’s Ben Kenobi! 
Leia: [eyes widening] This is Obi-Wan Kenobi? 
Luke: [nodding] Yes? 
Leia: [swallowing hard, smoothing out her dress and smiling] Hello, General Kenobi. It’s – it’s my pleasure to host you here in my home. 
Han: [furrowing his brow] 
Obi-Wan: Oh, the pleasure is entirely mine, your highness. [he kisses her hand] I was so very fond of the Organas, you know. It’s lovely to see you. 
Leia: [blushing furiously and giggling] Oh well…you know…I heard so many wonderful stories about you growing up, just w-wonderful, and I’d always wished we could meet, and I could hear stories about you and my father from back in the day…please, come in, sit down. 
Anakin: Uh, yes, Obi-Wan, why don’t you come sit down next to me? You know, Obi-Wan spent more time with me than with anyone else during the Clone Wars. 
Leia: [pointedly] Yes, but that didn’t end so well for him, did it? [turning back to Obi-Wan with open adoration, clasping his hands] General Kenobi, by all means, take this seat over here by me and tell me everything. I’m sure you must have so many amazing stories to share. 
Anakin: [annoyed] Obi-Wan, are you sure you wouldn’t rather sit over here? By me? We could tell everyone about that time we rescued those refugees –
Luke: [miffed, patting the seat next to him] Uh, actually Ben, I was hoping you might sit over here and tell some stories about me when I was a little boy on Tatooine. [to Anakin and Leia] You know, he devoted his life to protecting me. 
Anakin: [pouring himself more wine, increasingly agitated] He almost left the Jedi Order in order to take care of me, you know. He would have left it. The thing he cared about most of all. He’d have left it. For me.
Leia: [curtly] Without the involvement of him and my father, Bail Organa, none of us would be here right now. And also this is my house, and so I get to set the seating chart. [smugly] General Kenobi sits by me. 
Obi-Wan: [flustered by all this attention] Really now, everyone, perhaps if I –  
Luke: [whining] But he was my mentor!
Anakin: [standing up] He was mine first
Luke: [throwing down a napkin] Well I never betrayed him! 
Leia: [grabbing Obi-Wan’s arm] I never even got to spend any time with him thanks to you two idiots! It’s my turn
4-Year Old Ben Solo: [walking in in his Life Day pajamas, making a beeline for Obi-Wan and clinging to his leg] Mine! 
Han: [slowly pounding his head into the dining table] 
Chewbacca: [gently pats Han’s back and pours him another drink]

Now or Never (m)

Pairing: fwb!Jimin x Reader
Genre: SMUT / angst 
Word Count: 26k magic
Summary: Road trips are always great. Especially, when spent with your playboy friend with benefits, whom you happen to be in love with.
Author’s Note: There’s literally all kinds of smut scenes in here omg lol But I’m SO HAPPY this is finally done. I’ve been working on this since December 31st, which sums up to like 9 months now? I’ve put so much effort into it, I hope you’ll like it. Enjoy!


“Let’s go to Vegas.”

The sentence still rings in your ears as you grab your black duffle bag, filled with all your belongings, and flee from your grand shared hotel suite. You disregard the fact that you haven’t bid him goodbye, but you’re sure he wouldn’t mind with the state he was in when you’ve seen him last.

Normally, you hate wearing sunglasses at night, your dim surroundings then usually leading to a confused jumble, but you pull them on nonetheless to exude the image of a cool girl. A cool girl is someone who takes life as it is, whose everyday life is an adventure and who doesn’t care about what others think or want.

You’ve nearly perfected that persona since you started seeing him, bent on changing your personality in ways to fit him perfectly. In the end, it still wasn’t enough to keep him hooked.

The shared nights in the motels you stayed at during your road trip with him, or the hot makeout sessions in his new Mustang are burnt into your memories like reminders of your failure. You have nowhere to go, but anywhere else is better than waiting for him to return to the suite with a stranger’s scent to him.

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The Signs:

Aries: Something about you makes my blood boil in a unique, uncomfortable way, you are full of mystery. You have black holes for eyes, remarkably, that are too intense for most people to look into. You have no control over your greatness, you were born this way. Notice it and blossom. Not a single person on earth can blossom like you can. Not a single person can blossom like you will. You have great and empowering words to say in this life, make sure to say all of them without fear. You are not afraid. Be great.

Taurus: You are so lovely, the embodiment of nature, the embodiment of all the naturality in life created by the one and only, engulfing creator. I remember losing you and all nature that surrounded me seemed to shrivel and die. My heart ached when I heard the crunch under my feet of every dead leaf I walked upon. It brought me so much pain, i felt like death. I lost my vision and a bright 

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I want all young Autistic people on this site to know that they should never have to change themselves to satisfy neurotypicals.

That’s what society wants you to do. And there will be many, MANY instances where you feel obligated to do so. And maybe you will. You might stop stimming for a while because that girl gave you an irritated look, and even though you know you should stand up for yourself you feel so embarrassed and silly that you put your stim toys away.

Believe me, trying to change yourself to make neurotypicals more comfortable is a mistake. All those weird Autistic things you’re embarrassed of may become useful in the real world where clones don’t get far. Don’t look back in five years without any idea who you are because your one goal is to blend in with society.

Being Autistic is beautiful. There is NOTHING wrong with being Autistic. Please don’t change to make some neurotypical kid you won’t even remember happy.

Allistics/neurotypical allies who want to help, REBLOG THIS LIKE CRAZY so maybe an Autistic kid/youth can feel better about themselves.

Autistic people struggling with self-image or anything, feel free to message me 😘

Nothing More [Alternate End]

Genre [Rating] : Angst

Length: 3.3k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Watching the man you love love someone else was the most painful feeling in the world.

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Originally posted by petitbaek

Leaving behind the person you love the most was like ripping your heart out of your chest bare handed. When you boarded the plane that took you miles away from Baekhyun’s sleeping figure, you left your heart there beside him, broken and tattered. It was up to him whether he would try to reassemble the pieces, and up to you whether you would want it back. You had both made so many mistakes and waited so long that you were in the worst situation imaginable, and really, you weren’t sure it was possible to pull back from that. You needed to understand yourself again. You needed to choose what you wanted, and so did he.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been petrified to find out his answer.

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who in their right FUCKING MIND thought it was a good idea to design and create KYLO MOTHERFUCKING REN? a tragic backstory, wears ALL BLACK ALL THE TIME, cries when confronted with murder, and fuckin’ relentlessly makes snarky comments in inappropriate situations? this punk bitch is not even CLOSE to being a punk bitch, either, with his stupid ass cool ass fucking lightsaber that crackles as a physical representation of his instability and his goddamn helmet that he doesn’t even NEED to wear and only takes it off when confronted about it (that motherfucker probably doesn’t even like it, just wants to be cool). he fuckin’ gets shot by chewie’s ‘this shit took down a fucking vehicle with explosions and shit’ crossbow and STANDS THE FUCK BACK UP LIKE SOMEONE MERELY BRUSHED PAST HIM IN THE HALLWAY. WHAT THE FUCK? WHO IS HE? SOME FUCKING GOD? NO, BUT HE’S A GODDAMN FORCE SENSITIVE AND FUCKIN HELD A BLASTER SHOT IN PLACE FOR ONE MINUTE AND 29 SECONDS, ALL WHILE DEALING WITH POE DAMERON, FORMER CHILDHOOD FRIEND. EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER, RIGHT? WRONG. MY GUY KYLO BARELY GIVES HIM TIME TO SPEAK. LATER CHEWIE SHOOTS HIM IN THE GUT AND THEN THIS SHITTY FUCKING BYRONIC HERO PROCEEDS TO CHASE A SCAVENGER AND A DEFECTED STORMTROOPER INTO THE GODDAMN WOODS AND FIGHTS THEM FOR LONGER THAN A NORMAL PERSON WOULD HAVE LIVED AFTER AN EXPLOSIVE HIT THEM IN THE LIVER. BUT OKAY DUDE, WHATEVER REN. DO YOUR THING. FUCKIN RISK DEATH FOR A MAP YOU COULD’VE GOTTEN WHILE REY WAS ASLEEP. BUT WHATEVER. YOU JUST HAVE TO BE A GENTLEMAN AND ALL, LETTING HER WAKE UP OF HER OWN ACCORD, TAKING YOUR FUCKING MASK OFF FOR HER, SPEAKING BARELY ABOVE A WHISPER, TELLING HER THAT ‘IT HURTS YOU TO HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY’ AND THAT YOU’LL ‘GO AS GENTLY AS POSSIBLE.’ EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A DARK SIDER AND ALL. WHY NOT JUST TERRORIZE HER AND NEARLY KILL HER LIKE YOU DID TO POE? KNOW WHY? BECAUSE SHE MAKES HIS INSIDES MELT, THAT’S WHY. AND JUST BECAUSE THIS HOOLIGAN HAS COMPASSION FOR THE GIRL DOESN’T MEAN HE IS ANY LESS OF A BADASS. IT MAKES HIM EVEN BETTER, KNOWING THAT HE’S CAPABLE OF FIGHTING WITH HIS SPUTTERING, DANGEROUS AF FIRE-SWORD AGAINST TWO PEOPLE INEXPERIENCED IN ANY SORT OF ‘CLASSICAL BATTLE TACTIC’ AND STILL ABLE TO, Y’KNOW, FEEL THINGS AND SHOW THAT HE’S A PERSON. HE’S SO EXTRA AND THROWS HIMSELF INTO UNNECESSARY DANGER FOR THE HELL OF IT, ALL THE WHILE LOOKING FLY AS FUCK WITH HIS FLOOFY-ASS FUCKING HAIR AND HIS BLACK ROBES, LOOKING LIKE SOME DARK PRINCE. (on a more serious note, poor kylo fucking hates himself and his life so much that i’m pretty sure he wouldn’t care if he died, thus why he doesn’t care when he’s in such situations. he’s miserable. he ‘wants to be free of this pain’ and all.) BUT HE’S HARDCORE, DUDE. AND HE’S FULL OF SO MUCH SNARK AND SALT ALL THE TIME, DISHING OUT INSULT AFTER SARCASTIC INSULT TO HUX AND FINN AND POE AND IT’S ABSOLUTELY SOMETHING A SOLO/SKYWALKER WOULD DO. 

I FUCKING LOVE KYLO REN.

so who thought it was cool to create him, a fuckin’ lightsaber-wielding, sharp-tongued, unpredictable, angst-filled Mr. Darcy and put him in the midst of ‘pride and prejudice: in space’? i want to know so i can punch you in the throat and kiss you on the mouth.

BTS Reaction - distracting you whilst you’re on the phone

Seokjin

It was during the home-cooked meal Jin had prepared for you that your phone had first rung, and then it’d rung again for a second time part way through dessert.  Almost an hour later and that call sounds like it isn’t anywhere near ending, and Jin’s becoming increasingly impatient waiting for you to finish.  He tries all his best moves; removing his sweater and making sure to properly stretch, emphasising his broad shoulders. He tries pulling you into his arms too, planting only two kisses on your neck before you push him away with a shake of your head, mumbling something about ‘merges’ down the phone as you exit to the bedroom.  That’s the final straw for Jin; if he’s going to have any hope of distracting you it’s going to take something drastic.  He strips out of his clothes, leaving them in a crumpled pile next to the sofa he gets comfortable on, ignoring how cold the leather feels against his bare buttocks.  Closing his eyes, he takes his soft member in hand and begins to fondle himself, thinking about how good your lips felt wrapped round him last night.  Soon enough his cock is hard and throbbing in his palm, quiet little moans spilling from his lips - moans that Jin allows to become louder when he hears your bedroom door open, your footsteps following.  He opens his eyes to see your stood in the doorway, shocked to a standstill, your hand over the receiver of the phone so your colleague won’t hear the sounds he’s making.  

“Jagi, please,” he groans, rolling his balls as he fists his cock, throwing his head backward against the leather, “I need you.”

Suffice to say your phone call was cut rather short after that. 

Originally posted by seokjinings

Yoongi

It’s the sound of your voice that rudely awakens Yoongi from his slumber.  Blinking away the sleep induced blur in his vision he rolls onto his side to squint at the clock, groaning when he sees that it’s 1am and feeling instantly annoyed at whoever you decided it’d be a good idea to call at the time of the night.  He rolls over again with a huff, this time to face you, and the moment you notice he’s away you pull an apologetic face, cringing.  Listening hard, he can hear the shrill pitch of your best friend’s voice sobbing about something on the other end of the line, and some of his annoyance fades now he knows this wasn’t a call you chose to make.  He resigns himself to riding it out with you, shuffling closer and hiding his face in your hair, inhaling the scent of you as he places his arm across your waist.  He was never meaning to get turned on, but listening to your soft ‘mm’s’ of agreement, feeling the steady rise and fall of your chest beside him, the warmth of your body seeping into his… well, it was sort of inevitable.  Yoongi starts to nuzzle at your neck, his breath hot in your ear as he laves his tongue around the shell of it, goosebumps springing up all over your body in response to his sudden and fervent attention.  His hand starts straying too, trailing downward then coming back up again under your shirt, grasping at your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingertips hard enough that you have to bite back a gasp.  You feel him smirk against your cheek and then suddenly he’s taking the phone from your hand and disconnecting the call without a word, throwing it to the floor and pulling you on top of him.  

“Your battery ran out,” he states matter-of-factly, grasping your hips and grinding your core into his lap.  “Now, make me being awake worthwhile.” 

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Namjoon

All Namjoon had wanted to do when he got home was throw you against the wall and fuck the hell out of you; it’d been a stressful day and he needed the kind of relief that only you could give him.  He felt secure in knowing that the two of you had a safeword in case he ever took it too far.  It was rare that it was ever said, but tonight he felt like it might be one of those nights.  Yes, today really had been that shit.  That’s why when he comes home to find you curled up on the sofa on the phone, giggling with one of your friends, Namjoon’s only response is a deep, throaty growl of frustration - one that has you sitting up in alarm, your eyebrows knotting together with concern.  He strides towards you, radiating dominance as he throws off his smart jacket and starts loosening his tie, your heart starting to gallop nervously in your chest, suddenly lost for words even though you know you’re friend is awaiting a reply on the other end.  

“Hang up,” he commands, standing over you so his crotch is level with your face.  He’s aroused already, tenting the front of his pants.  “Now!” he barks when you hesitate.  The phone almost flies from your hand in your haste to press the button to end the call, stuffing it down the side of the sofa so you know it won’t get in the way for whatever it is Joonie has in mind.  He undoes the front of his pants roughly to pull out his long, throbbing cock, and then grabs a fist full of your hair to yank you towards him, your mouth automatically falling open.  

“You’re gonna take all of this and then you’re gonna beg me for more, you got that?” 

Originally posted by junghoseok

Hoseok

Hobi had already been halfway into your pants when your phone starts to ring on the bedside table next to you.  It’s your mom, so you’ve got to pick it up otherwise she’ll start to worry, and when she worries she has an awful habit of popping round uninvited to check on you - and that certainly would put a dampener on things.  You answer the call, grabbing onto Hobi’s wrist to pull it out from the waistband of your jeans, unable to keep yourself from smiling at the adorable pout on his face.  He’s far too incorrigible, though, or maybe he’s just impatient, but either way, you’ve only been on the phone a couple of minutes when you feel his hand sneaking back in, his lips on your neck.  You smack at his arm but it does no good; his fingers find their way into your panties and back to your soaking wet core, a low hum rumbling in his throat as he circles your clit.  You squirm, biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning, managing the occasional ‘uh-huh’ back to whatever it is your mother is saying.  Honestly, you’re not really paying attention.  Knowing that you two could be caught out any second is just making you hotter, and despite common sense telling you you shouldn’t, you end up undoing your jeans and shimmying them down whilst still on the line, spreading your legs for Hobi to take full advantage.  

“Does your mama knows what a bad girl you are, baby?” he whispers into your free ear, fingertip teasing your hole.  You’re sure your lip is going to start bleeding in a second if you keep on biting it this hard, but it’s the only way you can keep yourself quiet, especially when Hobi slides two, long fingers inside of you, stretching out your walls.  “Think you can keep quiet when I make you cum?”

Originally posted by you-made-me-again

Jimin

When you’re on call both you and Jimin are all too aware of the constant threat of separation your phone poses - but rather than let it put you off for fear of being interrupted, it actually spurs the two of you on.  The sex you have those nights is always rushed and hot and passionate, never knowing just how much time you’ve got, and tonight looks like it’s going to be no exception.  He’s just peeling your panties off with his teeth when your phone does ring, and rather than stopping you simply lean over and grab your phone off the bedside table, answering it and trying not to sound too breathless.  They need you at the hospital your colleague tells you as Jimin licks and kisses his way up the inside of your thigh, smirking up at you.  She gripes about how busy it is while you’re flopping open your legs, Jimin’s tongue coming into contact with your core, and you morph your groan of pleasure into one of sympathy, winding your free hand through his hair and pulling him in.  You love how naughty it feels having him between your legs whilst she has no idea, grinning and biting your lip down at Jimin as he looks up past your pubic bone, flicking his tongue against your clit.  

When you flex your hips and pull his hair, egging him on, Jimin closes his eyes and really starts to concentrate on the task at hand, drawing figure of eights amongst your wetness, lapping up everything you have to give him as you arch your back soundlessly.  It’s only when he slides a finger into your heat that you can stand it no longer, garbling a promise that you’ll be there soon and ending the call just in time for him to start assaulting your clit with harsh licks and sucks.  

“You’re not going anywhere yet, kitten,” Jimin warns you from between your legs, lifting his face enough for you to see your arousal shining all over his mouth and chin.  He licks his lips, smiling salaciously.  “Not until daddy gets a turn.” 

Originally posted by jinmini

Taehyung

Of all the times for your phone to ring, it had to be whilst Taehyung is indulging in one of his little games.  He’s got you bound, immobile on his bed, handcuffs stretching from each of your wrists to either side of the headboard, an ankle spreader keeping your legs apart, allowing him to inspect your pussy to his heart’s content from where he’s knelt naked between your feet.  And normally you wouldn’t mind, happy to let it ring, but you had an important interview yesterday, and this might well be the call back you’ve been waiting for.  You pull against your restraints, begging to be released, but Taehyung just smiles that wicked smile of his and crawls on top of you, his cock weighing heavy against your stomach, and then he reaches under the pillow and brings your phone his ear, answering it for you.  You’re horrified, pulling at the cuffs harder and making them rattle in protest, your soundless mouth flapping indignantly.  

“I’m afraid she’s all tied up right now,” he smirks, delighting in the flush of embarrassment that colours your cheeks.  “She can’t really come to the phone.”

Taehyung takes hold of his cock in his free hand, shifting all his weight onto one side so he can manoeuvre himself between your legs, sliding the swollen head through your slick folds.  You whimper helplessly, your hips bucking towards him all of their own accord;  you’re as desperate to feel him inside as you are to take that call and torn between the two, reduced to a mewling, dripping mess as he toys with your powerless body.  His own breathing starts to get a little heavier as he dips the very tip inside shallowly, in and out, teasing you both as he hums in agreement with whatever the person on the other end is saying.   

“Oh yes, I’ll see that she gets it.”  Tae sinks into you with one agonisingly slow thrust as soon as those words have left him, biting his lip as he bottoms out, and you know if he hadn’t he’d have grunted with the force of it.  Your feel your walls stretch around the girth of him, a burn that has your back arching from the bed, your cuffs rattling again, and as he feels you clench around his cock Taehyung finally stop playing, hanging up the call and fucking you in earnest, moaning louder than ever. 

Originally posted by buisually-appealing

Jungkook

You’ve known for days that you were spending tonight sleeping over in the boys dorms - so how on earth did you forget to pack your pyjamas?  Luckily enough Jungkook has begrudgingly leant you a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt to wear for sleeping in, and you’re just pulling the t-shirt over your head when you hear his phone start to ring.  Seeing that it’s only Namjoon calling it you decide to answer it for him, making pleasant conversation as you leave the bedroom to find your boyfriend where you left him sat in front of the TV, and as always Joonie has you giggling by the time you get there.  Jungkook looks up, his eyes narrowing when he sees you blushing at someone else’s words, tonguing the inside of his cheek jealously as you flop down next to him on the sofa, completely oblivious to his stare.  It only gets worse when he takes in what you’re wearing.  His baggy t-shirt shows off the beautiful curve of your neck and the delicateness of your collarbones, his boxers riding right up your thighs and revealing too much skin.  He’d never had guessed you’d have looked so good in his clothes, otherwise he would’ve shared sooner.  Jungkook’s both annoyed and aroused now, and when you giggle again and bite your thumb he finds himself wanting punish you, his cock twitching in his shorts at the thought of wiping that smile off of your face.  

You’re caught completely off guard when Jungkook suddenly knocks you off balance, pinning you down on the sofa with the entirety of his weight, his hair dangling into his lust darkened-eyes.  The phone is still pressed to your ear, Namjoon asking if you’re alright after hearing your little yelp of surprise.  The boy on top of you starts to grind his erection against your core through his shorts and his boxers, savaging your neck with his mouth, sucking purple marks into the skin, and it’s with a stilted stutter that you tell Namjoon that you should go.  

“Don’t you hang up,” Jungkook growls as he pushes his hips into you again, saying it loud enough that you know his friend on the other end will be able to hear, “I want hyung to hear me take what’s mine.”  

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


Got a little carried away with myself there, gosh! *fans self*

Wendigo Boyfriend

A wendio story emerges after lots of requests for it! I’ve had this idea for a bit and then I got an ask that helped spark the idea. I hope ya’ll enjoy! Please keep sending your requests!


   The car stalled and now you’re walking up and down the side of the road trying to get a signal on your phone. Your boyfriend is smoking in the car as you freeze in the cold. The air feels heavy with the dark, and your breath puffs out in thick white clouds. He was sitting on your sweater, but when you asked him for it, he wouldn’t move.

   You go back to the car and sit inside, trying to warm up again and he pops your arm. You turn and look at him, ash falling from the tip of the cigarette and outside the window.

   “Well?” He snarls.

   You shake your head, remaining quiet.

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