the creators of pride and prejudice 1995 were so thirsty for colin firth they give him a completely unnecessary bath scene a fencing scene where he sweats up that thin cotton shirt to really enhance his angst and then have him dunk himself in a pond in said cotton shirt to really have you salivate during that iconic pemberley meeting what mvps
Request: OMG I’m so happy to see that the
requests are open again! I want to say that I LOVE your writing and I was
wondering if you could do a Steve x reader smut where they have a strained
relationship but then they have to share a bed during an undercover mission and
that leads to sex, possibly with rough/Dom!Steve after all the tension (maybe
they had to pretend they were a couple for the mission or something). Feel free
to change this if you want I trust your writing genius :)
Warnings: Smut, Dom!Steve, hair pulling, captain kink, dirty talk, orgasm
denial, light spanking, light choking, oral sex, swearing, Steve is a little tease
Author’s Note: I’d like to again dedicate this one to @scarlets-wanda,
who tried to sneak the fact that it was her birthday last week past me! So in
return, I wrote this for her. Enjoy.
You gasp at the sight in front of you. Looking back at you through your mirror was yourself, but not exactly. You had just gotten out of the shower, and once you walked by the mirror, something a little blue had caught your eye. You went into the shower with y/h/c hair, and now you’ve come out with royal blue hair. You took deep breathes as you lifted some parts of hair from your scalp to see that all of it really was blue. Some strands were a more faint blue than others.
Meanwhile, Peter was sitting on your living room couch, giddy with anticipation. You didn’t know it yet, but he was the one who had put the blue dye in your shampoo. It was semi-permanent, he figured it’d be a funny little prank. He impatiently waited to hear something from you, knowing your reaction wouldn’t be subtle. He had heard the shower turn off, “Hows it going in there y/n?” Peter called to you.
It all clicked to you now. Peter was the one who had ruined your hair. Of course it was him. Blue hair to match his red and blue suit. “Peter Parker, I’m gonna kill you!” you screeched as you bolted into your room throwing on two pieces of clothing that were the first items you saw, a pair of underwear and Peters hoodie that you “borrowed”. With your wet blue hair, you marched out to the living room where Peter was laying, laughing uncontrollably. His eyes ran up and down your body and rested on your hair, “Well you look, amazing,” he told you, attempting to stop his snickering.
“You think this is funny, Parker?” You grumbled, breathing heavily.
“No, no not at all, I’m sorry. I think it’s hilarious,” He knew you meant war when you said his last name, but he couldn’t help but give himself a small pat on the back at his clever prank.
You groaned at his comment and began to advance towards him. Peter was taking no chances, knowing you were currently wild. So he flexed his arm out, and from his wrist shot out a web that pinned your fist to the bookshelf behind you. Looking at your hand that was covered in a sticky substance, your jaw dropped and features turned to a bewildered look. Oh he did not. You yanked and pulled at your hand, but it wasn’t escaping anytime soon.
“Look just calm down,” he tried to reason, with a wide smile on his face, “wait, is that my sweater?” he asked you in a higher, curious tone of voice. He cocked an eyebrow, as he studied the article of clothing. But because he was a teenage boy, his eyes became glued to your naked legs. He was quite enjoying your outfit,
“Don’t try to change the subject Peter. What did you do to my hair?” you demanded, ignoring his burning gaze,
“It was just a joke, baby. I swear.” He said, taking slow steps towards you,
“You think it’s funny that I get to match your stupid onesie now?!”
“Ugh, it’s not a onesie,” he whined, squeezing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger, “babe, I’m sorry-”
“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!” you interrupted him, yanking at your hand once again.
“I’m not letting you out of that till you calm down y/n,” Peter told you, gazing down to webbing.
“I’m not going to calm down, my hair is blue!”
He sighed, and tilted his head to the side. He began walking towards you again. Once he was within arms reach of you, you brought up the hand that wasn’t pinned down, and swung it at Peters chest. He caught it before it could hit him, and he pressed his body against yours. Trapping you completely, in the corner between the wall and the bookshelf. You tried taking back the hand that he had a hold of, but he held it tightly and closely to his chest. You grabbed a fist full of his grey shirt, and attempted to push him away, but he wasn’t budging.
Peter lowered his forehead to yours, knowing your wild mood was slowly fading. He knew what he was doing, and he knew the effect he had on your body. “Stop it. I’m mad at you,” you spoke to him sternly, determined to keep your fuming attitude, to prove a point to him. “No, you’re not,” he persuaded you with a smile.
“Yes, I am. Look at my hair!” You argued not looking him in the eye. Again you tried shoving him away, but it was hardly worth trying, without control over either of your arms.
“There’s nothing wrong with your hair. It’s perfect,” he whispered to you. You stopped struggling against him, and decided your best bet now was to give him the silent treatment. Moving your head to the side, you didn’t give him any attention and took your forehead away from his. Shortly after, you felt a pair of soft lips press themselves to your temple. You closed your eyes at excitement of butterflies attacking your stomach. Peters lips pecked a trail of kisses down the side of your face, “I’m sorry,” he muttered in between every one of them. Leisurely, he brought them down to your exposed neck. Sticking to your plan of the silent treatment, you didn’t protest.
“Please-forgiveme-I’msorry,” he repeated every time his lips left your neck and reconnected them.
“I hate you,” you whispered, just barely audible for him. Peter smiled against your neck and placed his forehead back against yours, “What was that?” he asked teasingly with a grin. You tried so hard to keep a smile from taking over your lips, but you failed trying, “I hate you,” you said louder to him.
He shook his head with a smile, “No you don’t,” he declared with a laugh. You just nodded your head in response, letting out a laugh also.
“Nice sweater by the way,” he said to you, “mind telling me where you got it?”
jin: jin softly shut the door behind him as he walked into the quiet house. “babe?” you were sat at a desk, headphones in your ears. jin quietly peaked over your shoulder and tried to take a glance at what you were looking at. ‘한국어’ the title of the worksheet read, which made jin’s eyes widen. leaning forward, jin placed a soft kiss on the exposed skin of your neck as he pointed to the correct answer. “i can’t believe your learning korean,” jin said. you shyly shrugged your shoulders, “i want to learn it. for you.”
yoongi: “is that korean?” the sound of yoongi’s voice behind you made you jump in your chair as your frantically tried to cover your work. yoongi laughed at your flustered expression, “baby don’t be shy,” he smirked, “i think it’s cute that you’re learning korean, now you’ll understand my dirty talk.” yoongi’s mouth came close to your ear as he whispered, “세게.” your face turned red at his words, “yoongi!” he let out a chuckle, “that’s what you’ll be saying later.”
hoseok: hoseok had been cleaning the room when he came across a stack of papers haphazardly thrown on your desk. humming lightly, he flipped over the papers only to be met with big letter that read ‘korean alphabet’. hoseok’s eyes skidded over the paper as you, unknowingly to him, walked in the room. “hobi!” you yelled as you saw him looking at your paper, “don’t read those!” hoseok smiled sheepishly, “too late!” “it was supposed to be a gift!” you frowned. “you’re already a gift babe.”
namjoon: namjoon smiled brightly as he heard your voice through the closed door, “an… annyeo…” your pronunciation was terrible, but in no way was he going to tell you that. “annyeonghaseyo,” namjoon said with a smirk as he walked into the room. “hey!” you shouted as you pouted, crossing your arms, “i’m really trying here.” namjoon chuckled, “i know baby, you’re so cute.” a flush took over your face and neck as namjoon sat down next to you, helping you with your pronunciations.
jimin: “jiminnnnnnn,” you complained as you reached another hard problem on your korean worksheet. “yes babe?” jimin tried not to smile as you got increasingly more and more frustrated with the language. “why is korean so difficult.” jimin chuckled, “well i-.” you cut him off, “yes jimin, we know english is a dumb language that makes no sense but i just can’t figure this out!” jimin placed a light kiss on your cheek, “it’s okay babe, here, let me help.”
taehyung: “you have to start with writing the important things,” taehyung said as he took the pen from your hand writing ‘김태형’. you rolled your eyes, “your name isn’t on my list of need to know words, tae.” taehyung fake gasped, placing his hand over his heart. “i beg to differ,” he huffed, “but hey at least you can read it!” you laughed, “of course i know how to write your name taehyung, it was the first thing i learned.” “see i am important!”
jungkook: “why the hell is your name so hard to write,” was the first thing you said when jungkook walked through the door after practice. “well hello to you too,” jungkook chuckled at the frustrated look on your face, “here let me see.” you passed your paper shyly to jungkook who laughed at your awful writing. “don’t laugh!” jungkook took the pencil from your hand before writing down his name ‘전정국’. “fuck off you fluent piece of shit.”
Summary: You have a one night stand with Sam and his monster cock. 4,000 words of pure porn.
Word Count: 3,900ish
Warning: So much smut, Sam’s monster cock, a little bit of dom!Sam if you squint
A/N: Yeah. This is porn. Enjoy. XOXO
Yeah, yeah. You’re breaking all your rules tonight.
But can anyone blame you?
Look at him.
And sure, you have a very important rule about customers being a no-fly zone, and you tend to find one night stands more awkward that satisfying. But seriously.
Look. At. Him.
Even your coworkers have noticed, despite the fact that you haven’t mentioned him to anyone. They’re standing in the doorway of the kitchen, whispering as they ogle, waggling their eyebrows at you as you get him a glass of water.
You shake your head at them, not bothering to say anything because you know they won’t behave even if you do, and head back out to the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in real life.
-Request: BTS reaction to them cumming inside of you for the first time?-
Thanks for requesting!
Jin kissed you slowly, pushing himself inside of your tight walls. He wanted to fuck you slowly, knowing that soon you would be begging for him to go faster. He loved hearing you beg - the sinful sentences that would leave your dirty mouth only turned him on even further.
You clenched yourself around Jin on purpose to edge him on to his release. He let out a groan, not knowing how much longer he could last for. Not being able to hold back, he gripped onto your hips, fucking you roughly right into his mattress.He came, forgetting to pull out of you, feeling too lost in the feeling of you around him. He collapsed next to you, realising that he had released inside of you.
“I’m sorry, baby, you just felt so warm and tight.”
You laughed, “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill anyway.”
Yoongi lowered his body into yours, pushing his length in between your wet folds. He let out a grunt at the feeling, letting himself stay still inside of you for a little while, knowing that if he would have moved himself, he probably would have came already. It wasn’t yours and Yoongi’s first time, however he could never get used to how tight you were for him.He carefully pulled himself out from you, only to slam himself into you once again. You cried out Yoongi’s name, arching your back as each thrust became harder. Your hands gripped onto the white sheets beneath you as Yoongi planted love bites on your collar bones.
“Where do you want me to cum, Kitten?” Yoongi asked.
Without hesitation, you replied with a whiny voice, “Please, Yoongi.. Cum inside of me.”
Yoongi smirked down at you devilishly, slamming his hips into yours with more force. His hips stuttered, and he came inside of you, just liked you had begged him to.
“You’re so pretty underneath me like this, Kitten.”
Your thighs were rested against Namjoon’s hips as he had you pinned to the wall. Namjoon held your gaze, watching your desperate eyes as you waited for his member to fill you up. He teased you at first, letting the tip of his cock lightly touch your entrance. You whined.
Namjoon filled you with his length, slowly, but made sure his next thrust was more harder and powerful, and soon enough, he had you screaming his name. Namjoon rested his forehead against yours as he fucked you against the wall, loud grunts leaving his mouth.
It was not long later until you had came around his cock, knowing Namjoon would soon reach his high, too. “C-Cum inside me.” You told him.
Namjoon did not try to protest, bucking his hips into you more harder, driving you into overstimulation. You let out a cry at the feeling.
Namjoon came inside of you, leaving himself there to make sure you had taken all of his cum. His chest rose up and down as he tried regaining his breath.
“Do you like me filling you up with my cum, like the pretty little whore you are?”
Hoseok drank in the sight of you, observing every detail on your skin as he pushed himself inside of you. You let out a soft moan as he filled you inch by inch. Hoseok pressed his lips onto the exposed skin on your neck, leaving you a breathless mess due to how sensitive your neck was. Hoseok held onto your hips tightly as he continued to thrust into you, allowing him to bury himself deeper inside of your cunt.
Hoseok made sure you had came first before allowing himself to orgasm as he cared about your pleasure only, and he could only get off if you had, too. Once you came, Hoseok titled his head back and let his mouth fall agape.
“F-fuck, I’m going to cum.”
Hoseok knew he had to pull out soon, but the feeling of you wrapped tightly around him made it a challenge for him to do so.
“Cum inside me, Hoseok - please.”
Hoseok didn’t have time to think about what the consequences of his actions would be, snapping his hips into you harder. Once he released himself inside of you, you told him you were on the pill, before he freaked out that he could have potentially got you pregnant. With a sigh of relief, he collapsed by the side of you, holding you in his embrace.
“Can we do that more often, Princess?”
Taehyung had missed the way you felt around him, and he had almost forgotten how tight you always were for him, due to him being on tour for a couple of months. Once he slipped himself between your soaking wet folds, he felt at ease once again, and all the stress that had come with tour had been a weight that had been taken off his shoulders. He wanted to take his time with you, worship your body, tell you how much he missed you, but you felt too good around him, and he couldn’t help himself but thrust himself in and out of you as fast as he possibly could, chasing his own orgasm.
“I’ve missed your pretty, tight cunt.” Taehyung spoke deeply into your ear. “Are you gonna cum for me, Princess? Cum for Daddy.”
You cried out, releasing over Taehyung’s cock. Taehyung couldn’t help it, releasing himself inside of you as he watched your face unfold with pleasure.
“Shit, Princess - you felt so good for Daddy.. I couldn’t help myself but you’re on the pill, right?”
Lining himself up with your entrance, Jimin eased his length into you. It had been a while since Jimin had last fucked you, as you were being bratty, and Jimin loved denying you of sex as a punishment, watching the despiration within your eyes as you would continuously beg him to take care of your needs.
You whined at his slow pace, which only caused Jimin to grin at you.
“Tell me how much you want me to fuck you into this mattress. Tell me how much you’ve missed my cock.”
You found yourself climaxing earlier than you usually would once Jimin had finally pounded himself into you, leaving you a complete moaning mess - the only words you could say were Jimin’s name.
Without any sort of warning or sign, Jimin had released himself inside of you. Once he registered what he did, his dominant act suddenly went away, and he found himself becoming a flustered mess.
“Oh my- shit, I-I think I just..”
Wanting to tease you, Jungkook only entered the tip of his cock into you, knowing you would become a whiny mess beneath him. He loved watching you squirm and beg for his cock, finding the sight of it completely arousing. After hearing your begs for him, Jungkook pushed himself inside of you. He gave you no time to adjust to his length, thrusting himself in and out of you as he gripped onto your hips. Your legs were trembling - each thrust and movement of Jungkook’s hips was bringing you closer and closer to your climax.
“Hm, are you going to cum around Daddy’s cock for me, Princess?”
It wasn’t long before you came, crying out Jungkook’s name. With no hesitation, you begged for Jungkook to fill you up with his cum, causing only a cocky smirk to appear on Jungkook’s face.
Jungkook grunted into you ear, soon releasing himself inside of you. He laid himself beside you, planting a kiss on your forehead.
Warnings: SMUT. Face riding, slight spanking, dirty talk,
Word Count: 3,035
Summary: You’re new in the neighbourhood, and decide to be a good person and go introduce yourself to your neighbours. Turns out that was a bad idea.
A/N: This is my fic. I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.
Being the new girl was tough. It was tough in high school, it was tough at a new job, and it’s still tough on moving day. You had just moved downtown into a cute apartment on the 10th floor of a pretty nice building. You loved being so close to everything, and the view you had made the hassle of moving up here worth it. You were still unfamiliar with your neighbours and neighbourhood, having only moved in a week ago. You took the opportunity a rare day off gave you to walk around and explore, as well as introduce yourself (finally). Baking wasn’t your strongest skill, but you tried, and made some cookies to take to your neighbours. You were glad you had taken this chance to introduce yourself, as everyone you met seemed friendly and kind.
Until you met 10A.
10A was the guy that resided in the apartment next to yours; he was relatively quiet, so you didn’t know what to expect. You knocked on the door and waited for the owner to open it, and when he did, you regretted doing this ‘introducing-yourself-to-your-neighbours-to-be-nice’ bullshit in the first place.
He was beautiful, and he was in nothing but a towel. His milky white skin still glistening with water even in the harsh lighting of the hallway, his damp bleach blond hair that begged to be touched, wide brown eyes that made him look both cute and sexy, and plump, pouty pink lips that made you want to bite them until they bruised, his toned chest and stomach that made you want a peek under that towel, he was too much at once and you were quickly becoming a flustered mess. Your eyes travelled back up only to see him staring back at you, eyebrow raised, head cocked to the side, and a smirk plastered on his face.
“You gonna tell me what you’re here for or are you gonna just keep staring, baby?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes, your earlier lust filled thoughts were shattered by the conceited remark.
“Dean, you need to calm down. You’re freakin’ everyone out here,” Sam grumbled, punching his brother’s shoulder. “It’s a plane, not the Titanic.”
“Planes can crash,” Dean countered. “The Titanic sunk, it’s possible that this metal thing could just blow up any second.”
A woman in front of Dean turned around, shooting him a glare as she tried to comfort her young son who was now about as freaked out as Dean. “Planes are built to fly. They always check them before they go up,” she stated matter-of-factly. The second she turned her back, Dean was mocking her. This time you punched his arm.
The plane hit a bit of turbulence in the air, and you grit your teeth when Dean’s nails sunk into your arm. “Release the death grip, my arm’s gonna fall off.” He sighed, unleashing your arm. “C’mon, let’s go see if we can get you some water.” You suggested, having had enough of Dean’s panic.
Annon: Hi I don’t know if you can do a bill Skarsgard imagine like bill
brothers come to visit you two and you an bill have a little fun at
night😉😉and in the morning his brothers tease you both about how loud
you are and bill was defending you and yeah ejeje thank you!! “Smut”
@harleysgothamonline Hello, desperate fangirl here! Could you possibly do an imagine where
the reader and Bill get into a huge argument just having a screaming
match and they are both screaming and crying and she’s hitting his chest
out of anger, and then they both make up by kissing passionately and
cuddling. It’s okay if you want to pass on that idea, I promise I won’t
be butt hurt lol.
Warnings: Language, smut.
A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I mixed two request, I’ve changed the roles just a little. This is my firs time writting smut and I really sucks… sorry about that, I‘ve tried my best, sorry for my horrible english.
Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader
Title: “You moan like a princess”
“Stop yelling, Y/N, my siblings are in the
next room” Bill whispered trying to stay calm despite his girlfriend still
yelling at him without reason
“I DON’T CARE THEY’RE IN HERE BILL” She
yelled furiously, feeling her heart beating faster against her chest
“Why are you so angry, Y/N? WHAT DID I DO
NOW?” he asked without understanding, twining his fingers in his hair, starting
to feel desperate.
“I SAW YOUR CELLPHONE” She confessed with
tears in her eyes “I SAW YOUR MESSAGES WITH THAT SLUT, BILL!” She felt the bitter tears begin to slide down
her red cheeks. Bill looked at her, he was furious, his girlfriend had been
snooping on his cellphone without permission
“WHY DID YOU CHECK MY PHONE, Y/N?” He asked
angrily, starting to yell too
“OH MY GOD! I JUST FOUND YOUR MESSAGES WITH
ANOTHER WOMAN AND YOU… Oh God , I CAN’T
BELIEVE IT, BILL!” She tried to look at him, but tears clouded her vision and
she felt how her heart break into a thousand pieces. Bill stayed quiet, looking
at who he believed was the love of his life, crying furiously in front of him
and he felt like the worst human being.
“I’m sorry” He whispered with a broken
voice, approaching her, trying to hold her, but she walks away
“YES, YOU SHOULD SORRY” She kept yelling,
not with anger but sadness
“Y/N, it’s not what you think, nothing ever
happened with her” He tried to hug her desperately and she hits him on the
“I’m not stupid, Bill” She hits him again trying
to get away from him, but he was holding her tight
“I know you’re not, Y/N, please” He begged with tears in his eyes “I love you”
“No, you don’t” She sobbed as he embraced
“Hey…” He whispered and takes her chin with
his fingertips “Look at me, my love” Y/N turned to see him, Oh God! She loved his
green eyes “You have to believe me, I
would never do anything to hurt you” He said more relaxed
“But I saw the messages, Bill, you can’t
He sighed heavily.
The truth was that in the last few months,
Bill had been planning his marriage proposal to Y/N, and his best friend had
agreed to help him with it, the messages really could be misunderstood because
they just talked about meeting in certain places to talk about it
“She was helping me to plan my marriage
proposal” he confesses in distress “Now it’s all ruined, but I don’t care
because I don’t want to lose you Y/N” he walked to the dressing table and take
the fake flowers from the clay vase, he reached into the vase and pulled out a
small black box.
He went back to Y/N and showed it to her
“It’s not as I had planned it, actually Gustaf and Alex were here to help me
with it but… damn it! You’d to be a psycho girlfriend, dear!” Y/N looked at him
in puzzlement, with one hand covering her mouth, feeling the stupidest woman on
the planet, she was trembling and couldn’t control it, Bill rested his forehead
on hers; she could feel his warm breath and breathe his favorite cologne that
she loved it so much, chamomile and mint, she looked into his eyes “be my wife”
he whispered opening the little box
“Oh my god”
“is it a yes?”
“Yes” She whispered almost inaudibly.
Bill took the ring and put it on her
finger. He kissed her, holding her tightly by the waist, but it wasn’t a
romantic kiss, it was one full of desire. It wouldn’t be the first time they
ended up having sex after an argument.
He was much taller than her, but Y/N
manages to take a small leap by wrapping her legs around his waist; Bill walked
with her and they lie down on the bed while still kissing
“Do you want to go out to dinner? Or do you
prefer to stay and kiss to see how this continues?” He said between kissed. Y/N
looked at him and responded with another kiss even more passionate than the
Her hands had begun to play with the
buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning them one by one until completely removed. She
loved to see him like that, she adored his milky skin and his Adam’s apple
moving every time is swallowed, she loved his dilated pupils giving a
special touch to the green of his eyes, and his velvet lips, Dear God.
Bill had taken her dress off along with her
dark bra, his kisses had begun to run down her neck and shoulder making her
gasp slightly, his velvet lips begging to fiddle with her left nipple making
her squirm under him and panting wildly, his right hand low up brushing the
thin fabric of her underwear, feeling as she began to get wet just for him, her
Y/N tried to control her hips, but she was
desperate to feel some friction, so she took his hand and guide him inside her
panties, he began to touch her gently
rubbing her clit, she struggled not to moan to loudly,
after all Bill’s brothers were in the next room. He slides his fingers inside her
and she twisted her neck letting exposed to him, he couldn’t miss the
opportunity to kiss it and suck it slightly causing it to form a small hickey
that would disappear soon.
He stopped touching her “What happened?” She
asked confused “Why did you stop?”
“It seems you aren’t enjoying what I’m
doing” He replied, whispering in her ear. His warm breath crashing against her
skin, excited her even more.
“Your brothers are in the other room, Bill”
“I thought you didn’t mind, sweetheart” He
tested her, lifted one eyebrow playfully as he licked her earlobe, making her
“Bill, please” she whispered
want you to scream my name” He slip another finger inside her and felt her
scratching his arm.
“Bill” she whispered breathlessly as he
began to move his fingers inside her, she moved her hips and moan against his
neck “more…” She begged him
“I can’t hear you, sweetie”
“Fuck me, Bill” She begged, biting his jaw
gently and arranging to unbuckle his belt and remove his trousers, touching his
prominent bulge, he groaned at her touch and without thinking twice she moved
her hand inside his boxers taking his erection.
“Shee-it, Y/N” He settled between her legs
and gently slide inside her as he kissed her hardly, he lets out a small groan
as she scratched his back in response, he started thrusting faster and harder
In a quick movement, Y/N was on top of him,
riding his cock and scratching his chest with every movement she made, Bill
held her by the waist to gain the most stimulation with each stroke. He loved
her, he loved her waist, her messy hair and her breasts moving to the beat of
She began to feel how the heat grew inside
her and her calves began to tingle, as it happened every time she was about to
reach an orgasm, she also felt how Bill’s muscles began to tense beneath her…
“Y/N” He groaned as he clutched her breasts and took her neck to draw her
closer to him and kiss her with passion finally thrusting their both into a
Y/N and Bill were in the kitchen making
breakfast, they heard footsteps and laughter in the hall, Gustaf and Alex
appeared and sat on the kitchen counter in front of both
“Good morning guys” Y/N greeted them while
turning a pancake with the spatula
“Good morning, Y/N” replied Gustaf “How
about last night guys?” he asked as he serve a cup of coffee, Y/N and Bill cross
glances and laugh “I mean… we heard you arguing”
“And other stuff” Alex joked
felt her cheeks begin to turn pink and laughed nervously, she knew these two
too well and they wouldn’t hesitate to joke “I don’t know which one is
noisier, if my brother or his girlfriend” mocked Alex and Bill turned to see
Gustaf let out a loud laugh “Bill you moan
like a princess”
Y/N laughed and watched Bill’s jaw began to
“I mean… Dad would be very disappointed in
you, brother” Alex stood up to reach a mug
Y/N laughed and walked over to Bill “Let
him alone guys” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck “I love your moans
baby, don’t mind them” she confessed giving him a kiss on his lips and gigglin.
BTS’s reaction to their s/o having a PDA addiction:
requested by @pastelxxwitch (your English isn’t bad at all, sweetie!)
A/N: As I mentioned before, I don’t write NSFW, but hopefully I was able to do this request justice. I made it super fluffy. Hope you enjoy it, loves~ 💖
Jin: You have a problem, you know you do. It’s too much - you always go
too far. But when you get the urge to cuddle your boyfriend over a respectable family dinner, it’s not something you can easily dismiss. He’s looking so
handsome, serving stew to his mother, sleeves rolled up, shirt damp with sweat and kitchen steam - less like a boyfriend, more like a
husband. A husband that needs a barrage of hugging and kissing as punishment
for being so drop-dead gorgeous.
As he sits down opposite, you give him a look – the look – to let him know
what’s up. He doesn’t get the hint at first, so you inch your toes across the
wooden flood until you find his shape under the table, and give his leg a nudge
with your foot.
His eyes flicker to yours, brows raised in amusement. You’ve been
together long enough to understand what his silent signals mean. Translation: “So, playing footsie is a thing
we do now?”
You rub your foot up and down the inside of his calf, smiling at
him through half-lidded eyes. Translation: “Yes, it’s a thing we do. Starting now.”
Jin looks you up and down, totally distracted now. You’re winning.
Just a little more, and he’ll bend to your will. With
one last brush of your toe against his trouser leg he stands up, displacing his
glass of water, so that a few drops spot the table. “I just remembered that
there’s a bottle of wine I forgot to open. Y/N, come and
help me get the wine glasses.”
That’s your cue to leave, following him to the kitchen
for an emergency make-out session:
“Was there a
reason you desperately needed to disrupt our family dinner?”
“You were looking unfairly handsome,” you reply, “You needed to be punished.”
worst type of punishment.” You kiss him to prove you mean it.
Yoongi: Well, this is new.
Normally, you have to beg Yoongi for hugs in public – pulling on
his sweater sleeves, pulling on his hair, pulling on his ragged ends with pleas
of “Please, Yoongi. Please.” Then he’d roll his eyes, shuffle closer and drape
you in his warmth, with an arm around your shoulder while he mumbled about how embarrassing you are.
But today - today is different. And you certainly aren’t complaining.
Pressing his nose into your neck, pulling you closer, his hands fall around your waist, reaching down until they find leverage in the back pockets of
your jeans. Without you asking; without him kicking and screaming and making a fuss about it.
You have to pull back a fraction to check his cheeks, which burn
pink, just to make sure this is definitely your boyfriend and not some weird, alien replacement.
“What?” he demands.
You shake your head, and curl your arms around his neck. “Nothing…
I just though you didn’t like cuddling in public.”
“Then what do you call this?”
He burrows deeper, pressing his face into the fabric of your
shirt. “I call this an emergency.”
He nods. “I was running low on hugs.”
Hoseok: You fidget anxiously. It’s been three hours, fifteen minutes and
nine seconds since your last cuddle with Hoseok, and you’re beginning to feel cold
already – what you need right now is a hug, or a hand in your hand, anything
really, you’re not picky. But in the middle of the supermarket, mid weekly shop, isn’t the best place or time to tackle your boyfriend. Still,
his back is looking exceptionally inviting underneath that tight-fitting t-shirt, just asking for you to snatch him up as he stretches up to reach a cereal
box on the highest shelf.
As he turns back to toss the box in the shopping trolley, he
pauses, eyeing you up and down, and that’s when you realise you’ve been biting
your lip all this time, making heart-eyes his way. Not so subtle.
“What?” he asks, although he knows exactly ‘what’.
You press your palms onto the trolley’s handle and push it in his
direction so the metal frame bumps against him. “Don’t ‘what?’ me.”
His response is a chuckle. “Is it that bad? You need me that much?”
You nod, and he licks his lips, before glancing up and down the
aisle. There’s no one about. A motion of his hand is all the invitation you need to
dive into his arms, and drown him in kisses, hidden by the shelves of biscuits and crisps.
Namjoon: “Namjoon, I need a hug.” You hold your arms out to your boyfriend.
“What why? Are you feeling okay?” As usual, Namjoon’s
brain is spinning with possible reasons for this sudden request. Are you down? Depressed?
Feeling lonely or anxious? Whatever it is, Namjoon’s ready to hug it away, even if you are in the middle of the main street.
You just shake your head at his concern, your smile stretching
fondly. “Nothing’s wrong. I just love you. And I want a hug.”
That’s all you need to say. Namjoon’s face relaxes, his shoulders
sag, and he breathes a sigh of relief. A hug for love’s sake. Of course. In one
step, he’s by your side, wrapping his arms around your waist – not because it’s raining in your heart, or the sky above
you is crumbling down, or the very fabric of the Earth is fraying. But just
because you wanted it.
And you also – “Was that the first time you said that you love me?”
“I think it was.”
“Well. I love you too.”
Jimin: You have a new hobby: embarrassing your boyfriend in front of his
Jimin, who’s normally more snuggly than your bed on a rainy Monday
morning, forgets all about your habitual cuddling when he’s with his group, keeping his distance instead, and getting jumpy when you brush against him.
Now that you’ve figured out how much power you possess – with him
pleading “please – not so much PDA while I’m around my friends, I need to keep some semblance
of my masculinity”, and you cooing back “sure thing, my squishy mochi” – it’s
time to wreak some havoc.
The next time you’re at Taehyung’s house, you decide to put your plan in motion, pouncing on Jimin and tackling him to the couch. This should be fun.
“What are you doing?” His cheeks rise a couple of shades of red.
“Just cuddling like we normally do, mochi-wochi,” you purr,
settling yourself in his lap.
The other boys burst out laughing at your actions, while Jimin squirms
underneath you, trying to wriggle free. But it’s no use. Cuddling is
serious business to you, and there’s no way you’re letting him go.
Sighing, he surrenders, and with his masculinity in shreds, he
kisses your cheek as a form of peace-keeping. “Alright you win,” he mumbles, “Just,
please, no more ‘mochi-wochi’.”
Taehyung: You and Taehyung are tied together by the heartstrings. You have a connection that you can’t quite explain, and somehow, you both seem to know exactly
when the other’s craving touch - feelings so in sync, Taehyung needs you exactly
when you need him.
Today is no exception. You’re sitting in a café with Taehyung,
smiling stupidly-in-love over ice-cream sundaes, when all of a sudden you need –
need – to cuddle with him, or your heart might seize up.
Without a word, without warning, you slip out of your seat, and
rounding the table to Taehyung’s side, wrap your arms around his shoulders.
He twists his neck to gaze up at you, brown eyes blinking. “You
“Yeah. I just really needed a hug, all of a sudden.”
“Good, me too.” He grins, and you duck your head down for a kiss
on his unsuspecting lips.
With a smooth motion, he slides his chair back, making room for
you to sit on his lap, which you’re more than happy to accept, and from this perch
you have easy access to his triple-chocolate knickerbocker glory.
“Oh, I see how it is,” Taehyung scoffs, as you lick chocolate
sauce off his spoon, “You only like me for my desserts?”
“Opps. Exposed,” you laugh, and Taehyung leans in to peck a stray
speck of chocolate from your chin.
you kiss back again, he shivers below you, body responding before he can
control it. Forgetting the café around you, the hustle and bustle of baristas
and customers, you and Taehyung melt into each other like the ice-cream in your
Jungkook: Jungkook doesn’t like cuddling in public. It’s something you
learnt about him a long time ago, on your first date in fact, sharing
secrets with a game of ’20 questions’ - when he said ‘I’m embarrassed to
touch in public’ you had almost ended the relationship then and there. How
were you – one of the clingiest, touchy-feeliest people on the
planet – going to cope with a guy who melted into a blushing pile of mush any time you so much as brushed fingers in public. Even when you got him to
hold your hand, murmuring ‘Look, see? No one minds, no one’s looking,’
he’d still stay as stiff as steel, and snap your fingers apart when anyone so
much as glanced in your general direction.
Thankfully, you had discovered a way to combat the problem,
crafting the perfect date for you and your boyfriend – a public place where you
could touch to your heart’s content, without Jungkook shying away from the eyes
of disapproving grannies and curious children: a magical place called the cinema.
Seated in the back row, you can share a
bag of popcorn and as many kisses as you want, without fear of being watched. With everyone else transfixed on the film, you and Jungkook
can devote yourselves to each other. As the movie
heroes strike out on quests to discover new lands, you explore new parts of
Jungkook, acquainting yourself with every centimetre of exposed skin: cheeks, neck,
knuckles, the inside of his wrists, any part he gives. He relaxes in your arms, and watching him unfurl for you is
better than any film – he is your masterpiece, better directed that
Steven Spielberg. In the dark of the cinema, you fall in love.
Summary: It’s a hot summer day and your boyfriends have an unorthodox method of trying to keep you cool.
Genre: smut, pure smutty threesome, goodness, Poly!yoonseok
Warnings: graphic depictions of sex, dirty talk, ice play
The sun was already shining high in the sky when your eyes fluttered open. The overwhelming heat of the day had your shirt soaked to your skin. You groaned, reaching over to chug the glass of water on the table next to you. But the room temperature water wasn’t enough to satisfy your thirst. “It’s so fucking hot.” you mumbled as you slid off your mattress. The sheets were crumpled in a pile on the floor, somehow the 3 of you managed to kick them off the bed in your sleep.
You padded down the hallway and the familiar sounds of your boyfriends arguing rang through your ears. Yoongi and Hoseok were on opposite sides of the spectrum. Fire and ice. Water and oil. But there was something about you that brought the two of them together.
Hoseok’s eyes immediately fell onto yours as you entered the living room, “Tell Yoongi you want to go to the beach today. He’s being a lazy ass and won’t let us go.”
You chuckled, “The beach does sound nice, Hobi. But it’s probably going to be packed.” you squeezed his shoulder gently as you made your way to the fridge and out of the corner of your eye you could see him pouting. Clearly not happy that you were siding with Yoongi in this democratic household.
“See, I told you she wouldn’t want to go.” Yoongi teased as he laid back down on the floor, a gummy smile spread across his glistening face. He stared at you with mischief in his eyes, but the thought of intertwining limbs in this heat sounded like the worst possible idea, no matter how hard he made you cum.
You opened the door to the freezer, finding sweet relief in the blast of cool air rushing towards your skin. It was days like this when you cursed your boyfriends for letting them talk you into this place. Your apartment was beautiful, and you loved it, but it didn’t have A/C. So every summer the three of you wandered across the apartment in various states of undress, hoping that the lack of clothing encasing your skin will offer relief.
You swallow harshly and try to concentrate on the words on the book, your eyes have been going over the same paragraph for the last three minutes, trying to move on but losing concentration as the words began to shift and run into each other. Frustrated, you slam the book down. The sudden movement causes him to look up from his book.
“You okay?” He asks,
The urge to lash grows bigger, you are dumbfounded as to how he could sit there, face still and untelling of his devious ways. “Of course.”, you say through gritted teeth.
“Really, cause your breathing-”
“Deep, I know.” You snap back, gripping the armchair as your foot incessantly taps on the floor. “Very deep,” you say under your breath.