hes trying so hard to hold it in ;;

anonymous asked:

Hi there! May I request the Phantom boys + Goro on an ice skating rink with an S/O who has never ice skated before! Love your work ^^

!!! Thank you so much!! You all spoil me with these adorable requests lolol. Enjoy!


Akira:

  • Akira’s probably having a difficult time himself, regardless of his confidant facade.
  • Remember the treadmill?
  • He’ll hold hands with S/O to keep both of them steady, but the two inevitably slip and drop to the hard, icy floor.
  • After the duo ensures that they’re safe, they’ll press their foreheads together and giggle with rosy cheeks and noses.
  • “Let’s try that again,” he says lightheartedly.
  • S/O clings to Akira for the duration of their endeavor.
  • He loves it, of course. Even if S/O’s cutting off his circulation.
  • Every time they fall over, they land in a different position, and sometimes they’ll play it off with a pose.
  • Akira adapts to it very quickly, but S/O’s just a mess.
  • Sometimes he falls with them on purpose so they don’t feel embarrassed. he’s such a sweetheart
  • However, Akira will not pass up an opportunity to tease them. nevermind
  • “You’re getting better at this,” he says.
  • “Really?” S/O asks, eyes glimmering with hope.
  • A mischievous smirk spreads across his face. “Yeah, your falling is much more graceful now.”
  • S/O will pout and refuse to speak to him, but it only lasts about 2 minutes because Akira’s playfully smothering them with kisses while holding their waist, hindering them from escape.
  • They both nearly fall, but they catch each other and try again.
  • That’s their relationship in a nutshell.


Ryuji:

  • Ryuji’s pretty athletic, so it shouldn’t be a surprise that he’s capable of ice skating.
  • He is the smuggest man alive when S/O is grasping onto him so desperately, trying to avoid the harsh impact of slamming on the ice.
  • Ryuji’s voice is seeping with arrogance. “Whoa, babe, we’re in public; ya can’t keep fallin’ all over me like this.”
  • Time for some payback.
  • “I can’t help myself; you’re just so cool, Sakamoto-senpai,” S/O says in the cutest voice they can muster.
  • “H-huh?! C-cut that out, ya brat. It doesn’t suit ya,” he stutters as his cheeks light up. He nearly loses his balance.
  • Ryuji loves busting out a few moves just to impress them, and when S/O snickers from his antics with their pink cheeks, his heart just swells.
  • He’ll pick them up too, and he’ll skate around the rink carrying them in his arms.
  • “You’re so talented, Ryuji,” S/O says as they plant a kiss on his cheek.
  • Their tone was so sincere and admiring that he immediately ceased skating so he could take a break. lay down; try not to cry; cry a lot
  • He’ll skate in front of them and hold their hands, gently guiding them forward.
  • If he even sees S/O so much as stagger, he is holding them in an instant; as a result, they didn’t fall once.
  • S/O will actually pretend to fall on purpose, just so Ryuji will catch them in his strong arms. His warmth makes them feel so protected.
  • is it obvious that i love him


Yusuke:

  • Yusuke is decent at ice skating. better than Akira
  • S/O is concentrating so hard on skating that their face appears squished.
  • He tries to force back his smile for their sake, but it invades his lips regardless.
  • “S/O, your passion is admirable, but there is no need to strain yourself.”
  • “I’ll try…”
  • They squeeze the life out of his hand instead.
  • He’s very poised and elegant when he skates, as if he’s a human statue. S/O gets very distracted by this and they slip often, but he’ll seize them and balance them upright again. very dependable bf
  • Yusuke’s very accommodating with them, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t love how close they were to him.
  • Sometimes he’ll release them so they can experience skating without aid. He’ll praise them if they manage to do it.
  • “Marvelous. You seem to be quite the natural at this.”
  • “Only because I have such a great teacher,” they reply.
  • He shakes his head. “Do not dismiss your own ability, my love. Limiting yourself only tarnishes the potential for how phenomenal you can be.”
  • Yusuke 
  • why is everything you say and do PERFECT
  • The duo waltzes together, maneuvering warily around the rink. They take it slowly at first, but once they get the hang of it, they exchange warm smiles and press closer together.
  • Stop it you two you’re making everyone else jealous.


Akechi:

  • Akechi would be very adept at ice skating. He enjoys it because it’s stylish and eye-catching.
  • He’ll put S/O’s skates on for them, since he wants to ensure that they don’t obtain any injuries due to ill-fitting skates.
  • S/O warned him that it was their first time.
  • He could tell.
  • They moved like a snail, gently and cautiously sliding their skates one inch at a time. Akechi couldn’t help but chuckle.
  • “Would you like some assistance, my dear?”
  • “Wait, I think I’ve got the hang of it,” they replied stubbornly.
  • After a brief moment, S/O tripped into Akechi’s arms and they both plummeted to the ground.
  • They glanced up at him from under their eyelashes and their face flushed with a peachy hue. “Sorry.”
  • His ears burned and his heart pounded in his chest.
  • cold showers and baseball
  • “I-it’s no trouble. Here, I’ll show you.”
  • Akechi snakes one arm around their waist and clasps their hand with the other as he instructs them on the basics. But it’s only an excuse to hold them close.
  • He’s very straightforward, but he’ll tease them, too.
  • “What would you do without me?” he sighs jokingly. give him validation hint hint
  • “Wait for you to come back.”
  • He freezes and becomes one with the ice.
  • Akechi also teaches them some silly dance moves. The two giggle and shimmy the entire time.
  • He’ll most definitely show off in front of S/O, and he’ll gracefully skate laps around the rink with an occasional step sequence. He’ll finish with a little flourish. big dork 
  • S/O is S H O O K.
  • “Goro… you can do anything, can’t you?”
  • “It certainly feels that way with you by my side.” He kisses their forehead, and they resume gliding around the rink holding hands and swapping affectionate glances.

anonymous asked:

Hey can you kindly make a exo reaction where their s/o accidentally gives another member a hard on?? Stay safe and healthy always!!

A/N: Of course! Hope you enjoy! (We do not own gifs. credit to owners) -T 


Sehun would be very annoyed. He would shove Jongin away, muttering something about knowing that his significant other was hot, but he needed to control himself. He would then try to distract you and hold you on his lap so you didn’t feel cocky and think that you could go around giving the other guys boners whenever you felt like it.

“Sehun. Really. I’m not thinking about Jongin like that.”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re all mine.” Clingy baby.

Originally posted by kaisoh

Chanyeol would DIE laughing. He would be rolling on the ground as Junmyeon’s cheeks flushed hot. Junmyeon apologizes a hundred times, but Chanyeol just keeps making it worse by laughing harder and harder.

“Aish, Chanyeol. It’s not THAT funny.”

Chanyeol: *uncontrollable laughter to the point of crying*

Originally posted by co-kai-ne

Kyungsoo would IMMEDIATELY flip from staring at you in awe in that short dress to irritation from seeing Baekhyun’s “problem.”

“How embarrassing for you, Baek. You should probably leave the room. And not come back until you’ve learned to control yourself around my girl.”

*initiates Satansoo stare*

Originally posted by moonwalkerbaby

 Jongin would smirk. He would see that Chanyeol couldn’t help but be aroused by you when you were around, even though he attempted to adjust and hide.

 "You alright, Chanyeol?“

“Huh? Yeah. Fine. Why? Leave me alone. I’m fine.”

Followed up by Jongin kissing you and saying, “that’s my girl. Way to be sexy, babe.”

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

Jongdae rolls his eyes hard. “WHY ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT MY BABE LIKE THAT MINSEOK?!” He would take his jacket off and throw it over your head and would complain any time that you tried to take it off.

“Nooo. I don’t want the other guys being turned oooooon by yooou.”

Originally posted by achenlove

Yixing would be a VERY confused pup. He wouldn’t want to be mad at Sehun, but he also wouldn’t be okay with whatever was happening. He would make light about it, but would probably be internally screaming.

“It’s okay, Sehun. I get it. She’s beautiful.”

*Tightens his grip around you and he pulls you tighter, though*

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Junmyeon would NOT be amused. He would give Jongdae a huge lecture about being appropriate and that it’s NOT okay for him to feel that way about HIS significant other. The lecture would go on just a little bit longer than necessary, and Jongdae would feel less sorry and more annoyed.

“Yah. I get it Junmyeon. You’re mad. I’m sorry. Can I go to my room now, please?”

“WHY. So you can get off to the thought of my girlfriend? I’m disappointed in you, Dae.”

“NO. So I can quit listening to your voice.”

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Minseok would look around at all of the other guys, “you… you guys see this, right?? Kyungsoo is turned on by MY girlfriend?!” He would cause a scene until Kyungsoo flushed bright red and left the room. You would smack Minseok for making him feel bad, but he would lean back, cocky for making the other guys realize that you are NOT to be stared at to the point of getting a hard on ever again.

Originally posted by yixingsosweet

Baekhyun would find it funny, but not to the point of Chanyeol. Baek would laugh about it and tell the guys that it’s not a big deal. But, that night, though, he would be holding you in bed and would have to check with you several times that you weren’t secretly happy that Yixing thought of you that way. The longer he spend the day thinking about it, the less funny it became and the more frustrated he became.

“you aren’t like, sexually attracted to Yixing, are you?”

“Of course not babe, are you worried about that?“

"Kinda. I just wanna make sure I’m still the only guy you think about like that. ”


Originally posted by ethereal-baek

anonymous asked:

sugakookie with top!jungkook please, either no smut or smut, lengthy or shorty is fine. you know yoonkook with top!jungkook is rare. im so sad :(((

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hajunice  asked:

"he will protect this ************ until the ends of the earth. that is to say until-" rm trains jin in self defense keeping a pocket knife in his garter under his dress and teaching jin how to use a gun and hide it well imagine rm looking sexy af with the goddamn pistol in his hand like it was natural (of course it was bc mafia bg) and jin trying hard not to bust a nut when rm is behind him wrapping his arms around jin's so he can hold the gun correctly yes the au is saved no one dies but admin

BYE THATS FUCKIN HOT 👌👌👌 I AM VYING FOR THIS SCENARIO HOO BOY

kname-less  asked:

prompt: SMTH WITH SHOW PONY BEING INTIMIDATING

Pony spat in the other joy’s face, pinning him against the brick.

“Don’t you dare show your face around here ever again, do you hear me?”

“Fuck you!”

“I said, do you here me?!”

The kid struged against Pony’s force, trying to get in their face. Pony punched him hard in the face, letting him go only so he could drop to his knees, holding his bloody nose with tears in his eyes. They pulled him back up by his shirt collar, shoving him in the other direction.

“Get the fuck out of here.”

Oh my goodness, I just realized something???

Dick Grayson is a safety net for everyone else in DC.

Allow me to explain:  

So everyone knows how Dick’s parents died: Tony Zucco was a rude jerkface who sabotaged the wires for the Flying Graysons’ trapeze act, the ropes snapped, they fell to their deaths right in front of poor baby Dick’s teeny little eight year-old eyes, we all know the story. But the thing about this situation is that most acrobats would use a safety net in case they fell. The Flying Graysons, however, chose to do that particular act without a net in order to create more excitement. So they died because there was no one to catch them. Dick’s family died because they had no safety net

Cut to a little over a decade later, and Dick is Nightwing. He’s been with Batman, he’s been a member of several teams, and he’s met so many other superheroes in the DC universe that practically everyone is a friend of Nightwing. He has helped nearly everybody at some point or other, so he’s known for lending a helping hand to anyone who asks. Out of all the many, many, many superheroes in the universe, Dick himself is known as the one any person can go to for help no matter what. There’s never any doubt when it comes to Dick. He will always and without question be there for anyone who needs him. He’s their rock. 

In fact, Dick is probably one of the only characters besides a few prominent heroes like Batman and Superman who everyone can rely on. Everyone has their own reputations, whether it be a good or a bad one. Bruce’s is being dark and broody, but Dick’s is being trustworthy. Everyone can vouch for him. Dick can always be trusted, no matter what. It even says it right here:

And in this panel too, Superman tells Dick that he is the single person who in every place in the multiverse can never be corrupted:

See? Dick is one of the only guys whom every single hero knows he/she can trust and that this is something that will never change. Because Dick is good. Dick will never let anyone down or betray them, it’s just not in his DNA. If anyone is ever in need of help, then you can bet your little tush that Dick Grayson will answer the call, no matter what it costs him. He saves everyone who needs it and is willing to catch them when they fall. Like a safety net. Dick catches people. That is his legacy. He couldn’t save his parents from hitting the ground, but you can trust that he will bust his butt and try his hardest to ensure that from now on he will keep that from happening to anyone else. 

And ever since the Flying Graysons fell, Dick kind of has a thing with falling. It’s a conquered fear, one of which he confronts every day as he soars above cities and saves those who can’t save themselves. But he can’t stand the thought of falling without a net to catch you, so subconsciously that is the role he fills. He has become a metaphor for DC’s safety net, as in he is the one character who everyone can trust to save them, whether they be civilians or other heroes. They can always trust that they can go to him for help when they need it, and Dick in turn will always be ready to save them. He is the one holding his arms out, ready to catch people when they fall and support them for as long as they need him to. He refuses to let anyone down. Dick is DC’s rock, the one column that will never topple over no matter how hard you try. He is a safety net, prepared to catch people when they fall and ready to help them to fly again. Dick’s parents had no safety net, so Dick is going to make sure no one else will have to be without one as long as he’s there. And that my friends, is my epiphany of the day. 

Please Consider:
  • Ignis hitting his head on a door frame because he’s laughing at Gladio, who just hit his head on the same door frame
  • Ignis placing his glasses on top of his head early in the morning and walking around looking for them. Nobody tells him where they are because tired, squinty Ignis is cute
  • Prompto busting into the bathroom while Ignis is in there to tell on one of the other boys
  • Ignis sticking his arm out in front of Prompto when he has to break hard in the Regalia (”Iggy, if we do get into an accident, what is that going to do?”)
  • Gladio instinctively holding Noctis/Prompto’s hands when they’re crossing the street because in his mind, they’re still little kids (Prompto doesn’t mind)
  • Noctis accidentally scaring the shit out of Gladio because he’s short and quiet. It’s like he pops up out of nowhere
  • (Speaking of height, it makes Gladio cry-laugh when he sees Noctis and Prompto’s tiny asses scuttling through tall grass)
  • Noctis trying to make Ignis a cup of coffee. It’s disgusting, but Noctis looks so excited… so he powers through it even though it tastes like mud
  • Gladio letting Prompto sit on his shoulders to get different angles for his pictures
Playtime with Daddy 2 (Part 2)

Daddy sits on the bed and motions me towards his lap. I do as I’m told while continuing to keep my wet panties in my mouth. I crawl over daddy’s lap lower my head and lift my butt up. Daddy rubs my bottom slow and gentle in little circular motions, then without warning spanks me hard. I yelp through my panties but don’t move away, I know daddy will punish me if I do. He repeats the same motions, gently rubbing and then spanking me, with every smack, I can feel myself getting increasingly wet to the point of practically dripping on his bed. Daddy continues until my butt is nice and red.
He reaches over to my mouth with his palm spread. I do what daddy wants and drop my panties into his hand.
“How’s my little girl doing?”
I wiggle my bum with enthusiasm. “I’m good daddy hehe”
Daddy reaches down and feels me, I’m dripping on his fingers.
“I’d say so. That’s my good girl” I’m overjoyed. Being daddy’s good girl is all that matters to me.
“I think you deserve a reward don’t you?”
“Yes please daddy!!” I say enthusiastically.
“Come here baby, come ride daddy”
I crawl on top of daddy and feel his big cock with my hand, stroking it briefly. Daddy knows I love to ride because I can control the pace and daddy won’t tease me. I ease on top, feeling daddy’s tip slowly stretching me as I make my way down his shaft. I exhale a moan as daddy’s cock fills my pussy. It feels so good. I begin bouncing on daddy’s cock picking up pace as quickly as possibly. Feeling the pressure build inside me.
“Fuck daddy”
I continue bouncing
“It feels so good!”
I continue picking up pace
“Daddy!”
I’m riding daddy as hard and fast as my little body can take, daddy’s cock feels amazing inside me.
“Little girl” daddy moans sternly
I reluctantly slow down
“Yes daddy?” I say innocently
“What do you think your doing?”
“Nothing daddy”
“Trying to finish daddy early??”
“No daddy! I swear!” Uh oh I’m in trouble.
“Mhm hands and knees baby”
“But daddy!!” Daddy gives me a stern look as if to say not go test him. I reluctantly climb off daddy’s cock and do as I’m told. Daddy goes and grabs something then comes up behind me.
“Put this back on your clit baby.”
“Yes daddy” it’s my clit stimulator I put it back on. I hear daddy squirt something from a bottle. My heart sinks. Uh oh, daddy’s going to play with my button again.
“This is only going to hurt for a bit, but daddy loves you and he promised it will get better, understand?”
I hesitate.
“Baby girl?”
I sigh, I wanna please daddy. “Yes daddy I understand.”
Good girl. I feel daddy’s tip, up against my button, I try my best to relax and not clench. Daddy’s done this only a couple times and I learned very quickly I have to relax and just let it happen. Daddy slowly begins pushing forward. My button slowly begins to feel like its on fire.
“No moving” daddy warns
I try my best to remain still and calm. Daddy continues to fill my behind with his cock. I wince in pain but remain as still as possible. Daddy’s cock is halfway in.
“Fuck baby girl, that’s my good fucking girl, so tight for her daddy”
Daddy pushes his cock forward and is balls deep in my button. I let out a small scream but manage to stay mostly still.
“You’re okay baby” daddy tells me and he begins to thrust slowly. In and out. The pain is still there but it slowly begins to lessen just as daddy promised, I begin to focus on the feeling of the clit stimulator as daddy begins to pick up pace. I let out a moan, this makes daddy go even faster. Now daddy’s pounding my ass while my clit is stimulated by my toy. It begins to feel like heaven. I start to feel the pressure build inside me again. I begin to squirm a bit. Daddy grabs me and holds me still.
“Don’t even think about it until you have permission baby.” I can only cum if daddy says so. Daddy’s going faster and faster dominating my ass, his property. I’m straining myself trying not to cum.
“Fuck daddddy” I moan in desperation. “Please let me cum daddy”
“You know the rules baby” daddy always cums before me. “Almost there baby girl this may hurt a little” I feel daddy ram me harder then before, daddy’s right it does hurt. He does it hard and fast that it causes tears to form in my eyes a bit. Daddy keeps going and going and going and suddenly I feel my ass being filled with something besides his cock. Daddy blows his entire load in my ass as he continues to fuck me and it feels amazing I can’t help it anymore.
“Okay baby you can cum for daddy”
Instantly I finish letting out the loudest moan. My entire body feels stimulated.I’m breathless. Daddy pulls his cock out of me and with it his cum. I fall to the bed exhausted. I always get sleepy after I cum. Daddy caresses my hair and kisses my forward, as I snuggle up to him.
“Thank you daddy”

Fixing things around the Haus was never really about the dibs for Dex. But, all the same, in the back of his mind he was still relying on his efforts in that department to secure him housing for his junior year at Samwell.

Which is why he’s a little surprised at himself for the sinking feeling in his gut when he’s officially offered a spot.

“Oh,” he replies dumbly.

Lardo blinks at him, clearly startled by his lack of enthusiasm, her hand still held out between them waiting for him to reach out and seal the deal.

Dex shakes his head and reaches his own hand out belatedly. Only to have Lardo pull back. “Bro. I’m not gonna give it to you if you don’t really want it.”

“No, no, I do! I promise I do. I’m sorry, I just thought…”

He thought that he’d be getting either Ransom or Holster’s dibs. And that Nursey would be getting the other’s. And, despite the fact that Dex has been dreading the very idea of that for the entire school year, he feels off kilter and lost now trying to imagine a scenario in which he lives at the Haus without Nursey constantly underfoot.

Even these past two years of living in the dorms, Nursey still always somehow manages to end up at the Haus whenever Dex does, stealing the last slice of pie while verbally needling at sore spots he knows well enough will get a rise out of his fellow D-man.

It seemed pointless to even hope that getting dibs wouldn’t somehow include Nursey at his side, and so Dex never bothered to factor in the possibility. He resigned himself to his fate. And now, presented with an alternative, he has no idea what to think.

“Do you, uh,” he clears his throat, watching Lardo’s eyes narrow at him, assessing. “Do you know who Rans and Holster are giving theirs to?”

“They’re giving them to Nursey, bro.”

“Right. But to Nursey and…?

“Just Nursey.” She shrugs. “Those bunkbeds don’t even have a ladder anymore, so we figured we’d turn the attic back into a single for now. And we thought we’d do you all a solid by making sure the SMH didn’t lose it’s next best D-man pair due to mutual homicide within the first week of preseason by making you shack up together. We’ve all seen how you two handle sharing a hotel room on roadies.”

To be fair, how they handle it nowadays is wildly different from the roughhousing mess of their first semester at Samwell. But apparently no one’s noticed that.

Dex goes abruptly still as a thought occurs to him that feels like a bucket of ice water over his head. “Wait. Was this Nurse’s idea?”

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anonymous asked:

i don't know if you do this kind of thing,,but do you have any klance headcanons? i desperately need more klance in my life

this is it. this is my moment. well, my dude, you have come to the right place. get ready bc this is going to get very very very klance-y

  • keith, being the touch-starved emo alien cat that he is, has these moments where he just,,wraps his arms around an unsuspecting victim and just lays there. sometimes for hours. (read:lance is usually said unsuspecting victim)
  • “you do realize there’s a drill going on right now, right?” “shut up and hold me.”
  • during training, they try so hard to one-up each-other that they end up passing out from exhaustion
  • “keith, keith, keith, show them the thing!” “blep.” “oh my gOD-”
  • maybe blep will be our always
  • lance is always walking around the castle shirtless in the morning, the reason being keith is always taking damn shirts and never giving them back
  • “lance, where are your clothes?” “idk ask keith.”
  • regardless of height, lance is always the little spoon. always. forever. don’t question it.
  • the castle went under maintenance once, and keith was forced to share a room with lance. needless to say, even after his room was finished, keith never left
  • lance gives off a lot of body heat, which makes him the perfect person to cuddle with, especially for keith, whose about as warm as a box of penguins (aka cold af someone gives this boy a jacket or smth)
  • also, since lance is always so goddamn warm, he and keith don’t even need blankets when they sleep together
  • did i mention keith was a closet meme
  • *lance is about to do something reckless with his lion* “hoe don’t do it-” *lance does it* “oh my god.”
  • “this is, as you Earth people say, lit?” “say lit one more time.”
  • lance loves his meme bf
  • keith knows that lance is Disgusted by his texan accent, so he makes it a point to slip into it just to annoy the hell out him
  • “hey y’all, what do-” “nonono keith ily but shUT YOUR QUIZNAK.”
  • pineapple on pizza discourse
  • “lance i swear to god if you eat that i will never kiss you again”
  • lance does it anyways
  • the Bonding Moment is an inside joke of theirs
  • “Hey Keith?” “Lance it’s like 2 in the morning what do you want?” “Do you think Vrepit Sa stands for Dicks Out for Zarkon?”
  • pillow talk pillow talk pillow talk
  • their relationship is just disgusting

anonymous asked:

Marichat "don't be fucking rude" prompt (your writing is great btw)

Thank you anon! I am glad you like my writing ^_^ (I should be writing more stories, but I am sniffly and finding doing long form hard so i am taking a break by doing drabbles. Hopefully it will clear my head enough to finish the chapter I wanted to get done today!) 


WARNING: Some strong language and suggestive themes! You have been warned.


“What are you staring at?” Marinette cried at last, whirling in her chair to face Chat Noir who was mere inches from her face. 

“hold still, I am trying to count your freckles,” he said completely unperturbed by either her close proximity or her glowering expression. 

“Have you ever heard of personal space?” she hissed, “Don’t be fucking rude!” 

Chat blinked but showed no other sign of being deterred by her wrath. “I can’t count your freckles accurately from across the room, now hold still.” 

Marinette groaned but did as he asked, figuring it was easier to just indulge his insanity and get him out of the way then try to argue with him. She had no idea what had lead to Chat Noir’s bizarre visit today, or his sudden unprecedented interest in her life, if his non-stop questions earlier were anything to go by. 

“Are you almost done,” she whined, trying not to think about why she was finding his closeness so unsettling. 

“Just about,” he grinned, and her heart gave a traitorous little thrill. He really was unfairly pretty. 

“You have 27 freckles across your nose,” Chat said leaning in even further until their noses bumped. “And just for the record princess,” he said his voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “I am not fucking rude. When I am fucking I am extremely accommodating,” and before she could move he darted forward, kissed the tip of her nose and hurriedly ran away, laughing. 

The next morning Marinette trudged blearily into class. Her night had been restless, in no small part to the flurry of daydreams brought on by Chat’s parting comment. Even her icy cold shower this morning had done little to stop her wandering mind or flushed skin. 

“Good morning my bestest best friend who I know far better than Adrien know’s Nino!” Alya crowed as she dropped down into her own seat. 

“Are you two still going on about that?” Marinette sighed, dropping her head against the desk and wondering if she could try sleeping through class, or if she ran the risk of subjecting herself to another Chat-infused dream session. 

“This is the last day of our epic battle,” Alya said with feigned shock at Marinette’s disinterest. “I am going to 50 Euro richer before class even starts. Where do you want to go for lunch?” 

“What if Adrien wins?” Marinette ask, cracking one eye open and looking up at her friend.

“Eh, he gets to pick my next 3 articles on the Ladyblog. But there is no way he is going to win. He would have to get my question right- doubtful- AND I would have to get his wrong, and there is no way Adrien knows anything about you that I don’t already know.”

“OK,” Marinette mumbled. Closing her eyes again. 

“Ah the man of the hour and his supposedly hertosexual life mate,” Alya cried. 

“We like to keep our love free from the tabloids thank you,” Marinette heard Nino say and Adrien let out a light laugh.  

“OK Agreste,” Alya said, “my final question, to see if you know my boyfriend as well as I do-”

“He does, you’re gonna lose babe.” 

“Shut up honey.” 

“Just giving you a head’s up.” 

“What,” Alya continued, “Is Nino’s favorite childhood ice cream flavor?” 

“Trick question- Nino didn’t have Ice cream till you took him to get some on your guys second date.” 

“Damnit! Still, you haven’t proven that you are the most observant person in this little circle, you still haven’t given me my question. Despite your impressive line of questioning thus far, I defy you to come up with something about Marinette that you know and I don’t.” 

Marinette was glad her face was plastered against the side of her desk to hide her flaming face. 

“OK,” Adrien said mischievously, “how many freckles does Marinette have across her nose?” 

Marinette’s eye shot open. 

“You don’t know the answer to that,” Alya said warily. 

“Just answer the question,” Adrien said smugly, “or do you admit defeat?” 

“19,” Alya said nervously. 

“Wrong, 27. Looks like I win.” 

Whatever response Alya was about to give was cut off by Marinette’s loud, piercing scream. 


Four Sentence Prompts: 

Warning- I will NOT be taking repeat prompts! Only one drabble per prompt! (See the list here: http://baneismydragon.tumblr.com/post/159474846531/reposting-so-i-can-edit )

Suga Daddy: Part Five

Suga Daddy: Part Five

Word count: 6.8k

Genre: smut, angst

Alright, I hope you enjoy this. Sorry to all the people whose souls i’ve shattered. (not really) Let me know how you enjoy it if you want :)  

parts: one | twothreefour

“What the hell is going on?”

You and Taehyung pulled apart quickly, both looking at the figure, staring at you with a hard gaze and a clenched jaw. You gasped, “Yoongi.”

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Keep It Down (Smut)

MASTERLIST

Request: Aaliyah has friends over, but Shawn is needy. 

Word count: 1,301 (kinda short, so let’s call it a blurb)

Shawn grabbed roughly around your waist, after slamming the bathroom door, making sure to lock it behind you.

In a quick move, he picked you up from the floor and you wrapped your legs around his hips. He banged your back against the wall, leaving behind a loud noise, as he roughly smashed his craving lips into yours.

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Dear Evan Hansen Aesthetics

I love how throughout Dear Evan Hansen, Evan becomes less of “Act 1 Evan” and more like Connor. The way he holds himself, the way he dresses. He still wears the blue button up or collared shirt, but during most of Act 2, he covers it up by wearing a gray jacket - just like Connor wore. Actually, right after “Good For You” when Connor and Evan are standing side by side, they are wearing identical outfits. I love when shows subtly use costume design to add so much more to the story. Evan was trying so hard to no longer be “Evan.” He now had that family he’d always wished for - Connor’s family. But in reality, he still is Evan. He’s still that awkward kid that plays with the hem of his shirt. That little blue collar peeking through the gray still shows that he’s still right there - just masked. The gray jacket just goes to show how much he was becoming (or already like) Connor. The good relationships that turned sour. The feeling of giving up on everything he worked hard on. The feeling of having it all, yet nothing at the same time. Evan and Connor are the representations of the same kind of person. They were the same person. They just chose different paths to follow. Well, maybe not. They both chose the same path at some point in their lives, but Evan’s path took a detour.

It’s notable to point out that Evan looses the jacket right after “So Big/So Small” - which if you haven’t heard yet, gives Heidi Hansen to chance to tell Evan how much he honestly and truly means to her - something that (as far as the audience knows) Cynthia Murphy never did with Connor. This sign of “losing the mask” or becoming someone new is such a poetic change. Something that only Costume Design could pull off successfully. You can actually tell during the Finale that during the year that we don’t see, he’s become more confident, more like the true Evan Hansen. I think it’s at that moment when we really see who he truly is.

Emily Rebholz may or may not get nominated for Costume Design for the 2017 Tony’s. (I personally think she should!) Regardless, that simple act of putting Evan in a basic gray hoodie speaks for so much of his character.

“That’s the challenge of contemporary clothing: We need to be able to translate a large amount of truth through how these characters appear.” - Emily Rebholz

Domesticity

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky being domestic is a bit of a turn on for his girlfriend

A/N: here’s your metal arm fic, @emily-james-barnes ;) your frank fic inspired me to finish it for you,,,but i think it’s more metal fingers than anything else…also it’s a little crappy, sorry :/

Warnings: smut, metal arm fingering, oral (mr), it’s all smut,,,

words: 1894

tags: @feelmyroarrrr @lipstickandwhiskey @daybreak96 @sistasarah-sallysaidso

You sip your coffee and shift on the stool underneath you.  The smell of cooking bacon and fresh brewed coffee is heavy on the air, and draws your eyes back to your boyfriend’s back in the kitchen in front of you.  You lean your elbows on the counter and study him, still not quite believing what you’re seeing.  He’s making breakfast.  Bucky Barnes is making you breakfast.  It’s so domestic, so unlike him, so goddamn attractive.  You can’t help but stare.  At the way he looks in just a pair of tight boxers, his back bare.  At the way his metal arm catches the early morning light through the window over the sink.  

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The "I'm a narcissist so I'm gonna need a bit more than that" in bed. Oh my god when you moan and he just thrusts even harder, because "louder, love"

The house is silent and everyone is fast asleep in the rooms down the hall. It’s a chilly night but, right here, under the sheets your share with Harry, it’s like a heatwave.

You’re both naked, his sweaty chest pressing to yours in an almost suffocating way, but you welcome the weight and warmth of his body as if it was winter and you were freezing cold.

Your thighs are sore from how he’s got them spread open as wide as he could get you, just so he could press his pelvis to yours and bury his cock as deep as it can go inside your dripping wet walls. Although your legs are spread, your core hugs him tightly and you pulse around him, burning hot and soaked, every contraction of your walls sending shudders down his back when he pulls back and pushes in deep once again.

“Fuckin’ soaked, aren’t yeh?” He huffs, eyes searching for your when his cock is buried deep inside you and he’s grinding slowly, his pelvis pressing tightly against your clit. 

He can see and feel the results of his movements on you - your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are shining with tears and your teeth are sinking into your bottom lip almost as hard as your nails are digging into the skin of his back, but he doesn’t hear you. You’ve been quiet, only letting out small little puffs of breath and low moans, peppered in with some sharp inhales when you’re trying to hold back a moan.

He knows you - knows your body and knows that, with the way he’s fucking you, his neighbors would be hearing it by now. But still, you’re deadly quiet and he knows why (his family is right down the corridor) but he’s not having it, not tonight.

“So quiet, love.” Harry mumbles, one hand reaching up to pull on your chin, releasing your bottom lip from the strangle hold of your teeth. “Thought yeh were proud o’ me, thought yeh wanted t’ show me…”

He knows it’s evil, talking to you like that and he knows he’s really not supposed to be making your scream, not with the risk of people hearing it but he needs it. 

After his first concert as a solo artist, the adrenaline had been pumping through his veins and he hadn’t managed to figure out just why he couldn’t simmer down. The second he heard you whisper in his ear about how proud he made you tonight, he knew the only way of releasing all of that pent up energy was getting you in his bed. He needed to lose himself in you, he needed to feel you around him and to hear you chanting his name, much like the crowd in his concert, but with a whole different meaning to it. And here you were, as silent as a cat skulking in darkness, looking as fucked out as he wanted you to be but sounding almost as if you were asleep.

“I w-want t- I am! I’m proud!” You say breathlessly, fighting against the tightness in your throat that wanted to force your voice to go higher and louder. “I jus-”

“Am I not doing you good, love? ‘S this not what yeh want?” Harry asks, pulling back and rolling forward, making your eyes roll and your back arch. “‘S that why you’re so quiet?”

“Harry” You breathe out, eyes shining when you look up at him. Your hands reach up to push his sweaty hair back from his forehead and your nails drag across his naked chest, his hips snapping in reaction, the tip of his cock hitting a spot inside of your that makes your grunt. “Y-your family, th- they’re right outside.”

“They’re not gonna hear yeh, not now. Everyone’s asleep, love..” He tells you, leaning down to press his lips to yours. “C’mon, let me hear you, y’know how much I love it…”

It’s then his hands reaches down between the two of your, his fingertips pressing to your clit with precision, circling ligtly but with enough pressure to make your core pulse and your hips snap up to meet his thrusts. A moan escapes you, louder this time and a whine follows it when you feel him nipping at your neck, your breathing getting harsher by the second.

“Y’know I’m gonna need more than that, angel.” Harry taunts, his harsh breath hitting your cheek as he whispers in your ears, punctuating every word with a hard, deep reaching and precise thrust, stroking your walls just the way you like it. “Louder. C’mon angel, bit louder fo’ me.”

Oppa || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by hardtofigureout

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff


There was an underlying excitement that was flooding underneath your skin as you walked into the building. It wasn’t your first time being here but you always felt the exact same each time. There was something about walking into the BigHit building that made you hold yourself differently. It was because of Jungkook that you came so often. He had invited you to come down to the studio and spend the day with him while he practiced.

Jungkook and you went to the same school, but you were in a class younger than him, so it was hard to try and spend time together. He was barely at school because of interviews and other things for the company he worked with. That was why on your weekends you would come down to the studio and watch him practice or hang out with him for a few hours.

It was normal for you now, as you two had been dating for almost a year. The staff almost knew you by name and welcomed you in as if you were just like the other workers there. As he had come back from promotions you were finally able to see him, but he was stuck with the other guys practicing today so he had asked you to join them.

The rest of the boys knew who you were and they loved you. They saw how happy you made Jungkook and they would have never asked for him to find anyone else. In their eyes you two were perfect for each other. Hoseok had always made comments about how he was jealous of your relationship with Jungkook and he wished he would find someone as lovely as you.

Jihyo waved hello to you as you stepped foot into the building and you waved back, returning a smile. Jihyo was the one who you knew the best, as she showed you around the first time you were there. She worked at the front desk, so you always saw her during your visits. The first time you had ever been to the building, Jungkook had told Jihyo to direct you to the practice room. You approached the front desk like normal and smiled.

“Are you here to see your oppa?” She asked, drawing out the last word and laughing slightly. You blushed and sputtered, trying to ignore the look she was giving you.

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prince in training

~3k, rated T

Sterek ficlet inspired by this: “i grew up not knowing i was royal and now i guess i’m heir to a throne and you’re the guy who’s supposed to be teaching me how to be royal bc i suck at it and oops we made out” au

This is kind of Princess-Diaries-ish. I know that’s been done before in this fandom (and thank god it has—it’s awesome), but I couldn’t help myself. Yay for self-indulgence!

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Stiles thought the most annoying thing about suddenly being a royal heir to a small eastern European kingdom he’s never heard of would be the hyper-aggressive paparazzi, but he was dead wrong.

The most annoying thing is actually Derek Hale, the guy Stiles’ grandmother hired to teach Stiles how not to screw this up.

“Princes don’t chew with their mouths open, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t shove an entire fistful of curly fries in their mouths, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t wear pink-and-green plaid shirts from Target, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t slouch.”

They don’t slump, either, or yawn or sneeze or cough in public, or fist-pump, or drive beat-up old blue Jeeps, or wear bright colors, or rock out to the radio, or do anything fun.

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Shape of You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N (Reader), Jared Padalecki (mentioned), Misha Collins (mentioned)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Objectification of reader (sorta - he means well), Implied smut, smut, Dry Humping, Oral (69), unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it), training kink (is that a thing?), rough(ish) sex, NSFW gifs under the cut.    

Word Count: 3500ish

A/N: This is me proving to myself I still remember how to smut. I haven’t written anything smutty for the longest of times and I have been feeling like it lately. It was harder than I thought getting back into the saddle though. Sorry if it is a bit rough - pun not intended.

It is somewhat inspired by the Ed Sheeran song Shape of You - and maybe a little by the video too.

Thanks to the sweet amazing @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this for me.

“Fuck,” she breathed out, instantly drawing Jensen’s attention. He was sprawled out his couch, waiting for Y/N to return to his side. It was movie night and she hadn’t bothered leaving the room to take the phone call. Jensen never eaves dropped and even if he was to overhear something it wouldn’t matter. There was nothing to two of them hid from each other. Literally nothing.

They had both been single for a while and some drunken night they had come to the conclusion, that helping each other blow off some steam when either of them needed it was much prefered from picking up some random dude or chick at a bar.

“If you want I am game,” Jensen teased her, throwing her his best Dean smirk, making her eyes roll so hard he was sure Jared would hear it across the hall from Jensen’s apartment.

“It’s not funny, Jensen! They offered me the part. I’m gonna be Wonder Woman,” she complained, making Jensen shoot from the couch and wrap her in his arms, spinning her around the air not caring one bit about her objection.

“That’s amazing Y/N/N,” he laughed putting her down but not releasing her from his hold, “what are you so worried about?” Jensen gently stroked her hair away from her face, studying her face and trying to figure out why she wasn’t over the moon about this. She had a tendency to overthink things. He knew that. He literally spent 2 hours on the floor of her bedroom leaning against her bathroom door trying to talk her out after the first night they had slept together.

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It Hurts

Warnings: angst?

A/N: I was thinking of making this a two part. Should I make a part two and have it a fight/make up/ smut? Let me know! If so, I’ll post part two ASAP! :D

“Don’t go near ________ with that, she hates spiders.”

   A slow, sneaky grin spreads across Justin’s face. Your brother Alex warns him again, but it does no good. Justin takes a step forward and you take one back, arms up in mock surrender. Being deathly afraid of spiders your whole life, you didn’t want anything to do with them. Justin is holding a huge, hairy spider in his hand and the look he’s giving you is unsettling.

“Justin,” you squeak. “You better not!”

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