his moves look way better in his head

A lesson in frustration Pt 1

A/N after being encouraged by the wonderful  @ladymatt to write another follow up and then giving me a great prompt as well i came up with this. Please feel free to let me know what you think. Hope you enjoy it definately 18 plus on this one.people.

Magnus stirred, stretching his arms above his head, eyes still closed. He smiled when he felt a familiar touch on his chest. Then before he can get his eyes open, warm lips join his own.

A few perfect minutes later, he slowly raises his eyelids, looking directly into the big hazel eyes of Alec.

“That has to be the best way ever to wake up. Good morning, beautiful boy.” He purred. His hand going to cup Alec’ cheek.

“I know a better way still” Alec whispered, and moved his body to rest directly on Magnus.

He attacked his mouth once more, the kiss leaving no doubt as to his intentions. Magnus wrapped his arms around his back, slowly moving them up and down the soft skin, feeling the strong muscle beneath.

“alexander, have you forgotten something?” he asked him, between kisses.

“nope, nothing” He’d worked his way down Magnus’ jaw to the spot below his ear he knew drove him crazy. When he reached it Magnus took in a sharp breath.

“So no memory of last night or yesterday?” Alec stilled where he was nuzzling his neck and with a groan, rolled off him, an arm covering his face.

“Boy, you sure know how to kill the mood” he said.

“I actually think your mother has that market covered. We should keep our hands to ourselves, it’s just for one more day, she’ll be going tonight.”

Alec cringed inwardly just thinking about his mother catching them red handed and red faced yesterday. What was worse was thinking about last night and the show Maryse had put on after having one too many of Magnus’ cocktails. Wait till he told Izzy about that.

He needed a distraction from his thoughts and there was only one thing he knew that would do it. He rolled back over towards Magnus, holding his face in one hand, kissing him once more. Magnus could feel himself drifting off with his own desires but the thought of Maryse Lightwood walking in on them again was too hard to ignore. He put a hand on Alec’ chest and pulled away, Alec’ mouth chasing his. But he laid  finger softly over his lips full and pink from their kisses.

“No, my darling, you have to wait till tonight. Your mother has already seen way too much of me as it is. I’m not risking a repeat performance” Magnus rolled to the side of the bed, swung his legs out and stood up. He heard Alec making disappointed noises behind him.

“she’s right about one thing. You do have a nice  butt” He said, leaning on his elbow smiling back at him.

Magnus felt his lips curve but he wasn’t giving him the satisfaction in knowing it. Instead, he turned to give him a frown.

“Behave yourself, Alexander. Surely you can manage that for one day?”

Alec growled and turned his face into the pillow, biting it. Magnus grabbed various items of clothing from his massive walk in robe and headed for the bathroom. He had just entered the doorway when he turned back to see Alec starting to follow him in.

“No, Alec, not going to happen. Behave yourself and get dressed” and he shut the door, the last thing he saw was his boyfriend making sad puppy dog eyes at him.

By the time Magnus had made it out to the kitchen, Alec had made the coffee and was toasting bagels. Maryse wasn’t there yet but he could hear her in the main bathroom.

Alec handed him a cup as he stood at the counter, buttering his breakfast. Alec took a furtive glance out into the living room to see if his mother was coming and seeing the room was empty, he put down his own cup and walked up behind Magnus, wrapping his arms around to circle his waist and nuzzling his neck. He took in deep lung fulls of the warlock’s exotic scent and pulled him back against his body. Magnus close his eyes, leaning his head back against his chest, a soft hum escaping him. He reached up behind him, finding Alec’ soft dark hair and tangled his finger in it, lost for the moment in the feeling of Alec’ touch. A door closing, however, brought him back to his senses with a start.

“Alexander, no” he said softly, trying to release himself from his arms. Alec had other ideas however. Magnus had just picked up his coffee mug when he felt a hand cupping the front of his trousers, squeezing gently.

“ You smell so good, I want to lick every inch of you” a breathy whisper filled his ear. Magnus gave a gasp and then a moan, feeling the crotch of his trousers getting tighter by the minute and from the firm bulge nudging him from behind Alec was similarly effected. All of a sudden, the sound of high heels on floorboards signalled Maryse’s arrival. He startled, the coffee mug and its contents falling to the floor with a loud crash. Maryse came to the door way.

“Oh, is everything alright? Here, I’ll help you clean that up” she said and went to bend over to start picking up the shattered remains of the cup but she only got half way before she winced, her fingers going to her temples. Someone had a hangover this morning.

“It‘s fine, Maryse. I can have it done in a second, are you feeling alright?” Magnus asked her, knowing full well she wasn’t.

“I seem to have a bit of a headache, this morning. I think those cocktails of yours might have been a bit strong.” Magnus had the terrible feeling that he was going to laugh but managed to keep it to himself. He clicked his fingers, bringing up the blue flame and after waving it over the mess on the floor, he send drifts of magic in Maryse’s direction. He saw her face brighten as the headache disappeared.

“thank you Magnus, that’s much better. Now, Alec, can you get me a coffee please?” Alec had been standing behind Magnus, trying to hide his tented jeans. He was just wondering how he was going to give his mother the coffee without embarrassing himself when he heard Magnus click his fingers once more, producing a fresh cup of hot coffee. Maryse stepped forward, taking it from him with a smile. She walked out of the kitchen towards the living room.

Magnus felt Alec’ body relax behind him and he turned to face him.

“Now do you see why I said you had to behave?” he said softly, so they wouldn’t be overheard. He looked down to the front of Alec’ jeans and smiled.

“try thinking about something else, or you’re never going to get out of here” He smirked up at him.

“Like what?”

“how about Penelope?” Magnus said, cheekily.

“ ha ha very funny. Why aren’t you the same?” Alec asked.

“who says I’m not Alexander” and he adjusted the front of his trousers.” but I was smart enough to wear a loose shirt” He gave a playful slap on his chest, and walked off.

Two Streets Pt.4

Jimin held Jungkook’s gaze for several moments, neither of them moving. Then Jimin sucked in a breath and stepped backward, leaving Jungkook’s hand frozen in the air. Shaking his head slowly, Jimin continued to move back a few paces, hating the way his heart was thumping loudly in his chest, not agreeing to what his mind was telling his mouth to say.

“No.”

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“Hey, you okay?” Iwaizumi asks, peeking into the dark living room. The lump on the couch doesn’t move. “Issei.” Iwaizumi says, stepping into the room. He carefully makes his way over, stopping once he reaches the giant lump. “Issei,” he says again.

The pile of blankets moves, and then Matsukawa pulls down the blanket, revealing his head. He looks up, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

Settling down next to him, Iwaizumi hesitantly reaches out, placing his hand on where he thinks Matsukawa’s thigh is. “You’ve been moping all day, what’s up?”

Matsukawa looks away, sighing softly. He brings the blanket up so that it wraps around his hair and nose, only leaving his eyes visible.

“Issei…” Iwaizumi warns, leaning closer. “You need to talk to me.”

Matsukawa huffs, narrowing his eyes. “Nothing happened.”

“What? Then why are you acting so depressed?”

Leaning away from Iwaizumi, Matsukawa collapses against the couch cushions, curling in on himself. “I don’t know,” he whispers, staring at nothing. “I’m just…having a bad day. I don’t expect you to understand.”

Iwaizumi frowns before getting back up, shuffling so he can squat down by Matsukawa’s head. He lifts a hand, gently running his fingers through Matsukawa’s curly locks. “I can try to understand.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong, Hajime, I just…feel like shit. For no reason. It sounds stupid, I know, but–”

“It’s not stupid,” Iwaizumi says quickly, smiling reassuringly. “It’s not stupid at all, and if you need anything, then just know I’m here, alright?”

Matsukawa looks up at him, quickly looking back down afterwards. A small smile tugs at his lips, and he pulls the blanket up over his mouth so Iwaizumi can’t see. “Thanks, Hajime.”

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Imagine Dean’s reply when you mention loving the way his skin feels on yours.

Warning: this is my first imagine with true Smut. Nothing terribly graphic, but it gets hot and heavy. Keep reading if you’re into that, bitches.

You slowly ran your hand across Dean’s chest. Your breath catching in your throat as you reached the bottom of his black shirt and slowly moved your hands under it to feel his skin on yours.

A sigh left your lips as you looked at Dean with a longing in your eyes. “I love the way your skin feels on mine,” you moaned softly trying to keep your thoughts pure as your hands roamed Dean’s chest under his shirt.

He smirked at you and suggestively raised his eyebrows. “I taste even better,” he said temptingly.

With that statement, you found yourself freeing Dean from his jacket and button up, and pulling his shirt over his head, your lips crashing recklessly onto his. Immediately his tongue brushed against your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to test his theory.

He did taste as good as he felt, you thought. Like whiskey and mint. You smiled against his mouth at the thought. He laughed a low, rumbling laugh and slowly pulled away. “See, what did I tell you?” He asked, eyebrows raised with a smirk on his face as he placed his hand firmly at the nape of your neck, pulling your lips back to his.

Before you knew it, he had you back up against the cold brick of the bar, the coolness not bothering you because of the heat between the two of you. You wrapped one leg around dean’s waist as he pressed in close, the hardness in his jeans revealing just what Dean was feeling about your make out session.

You ran your fingers through his hair as his lips traveled from your mouth, agonizingly slowly down your neck to your collar bone. You threw your head against the brick as Dean nipped and left his mark. “Dean!” You gasped as he left you panting and needing more, his pelvis crashing into yours, your panties the only thing standing in the way of complete and total satisfaction.

You moaned and matched his stride which made the want in Dean reach a breaking point. He pushed you hard against the wall, reaching down to free you from your underwear. You took the hint and pawed at his jeans, swiftly unbuttoning them and freeing him from his jeans.

You saw him toss your underwear to the side just a moment before he aligned himself with you and eased in. He gave you mere seconds to adjust before pulling out and setting a steady pace. You grabbed onto his ass with each movement his pelvis made, allowing him to get as deep as possible. He grazed your g-spot with each rough thrust, your fingers clawing his back, no doubt leaving your mark behind.

You felt the hot sensation building in your stomach and you knew you were close. “Dean,” you managed to get out before he took your cue and kissed you fiercely picking up speed. That was all it took for you to come undone, Dean losing it at the same moment. Your vision flashed a brilliant white as you faintly heard Dean utter your name.

As you came down from your high, Dean slowed his pace, in no rush now, just wanting to ease you back to the ground. Your feet hit the pavement as he slid out of you, his lips and tongue working their magic on your mouth once again. You ran your fingers through his hair and moaned softly in his mouth.

He pulled away and smiled at you. “So, was I right?”

“Damn Dean, you have no idea how right you were,” you laughed as you both straightened your clothes so you could go back into the bar.

He kissed you passionately and teased, “There is plenty more where that came from, sweetheart.” He slowly pulled away and draped his arm on your shoulder.

“We’ll save that for later,” you smirked as the two of you walked back in the bar. “Sammy and Charlie are probably wondering what happened to us,” you laughed.

Sure enough, as the two of you walked in the bar, your eyes immediately found Sam’s. He had a confused look on his face until he saw Dean’s arm move from your shoulder to your waist, pulling you close. Sam just rolled his eyes. Charlie, however, mouthed “Yes finally!” as she laughed watching the two of you approach the table.

You couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel, the taste of Dean lingering on your lips. You’d make sure he’d never forget how you tasted, not any time soon.

@thedarkxzero23v13

Zero had a way with being able to pick things apart, figure them out when no one else could sense or see it. That was just how he had always been, was wired to be. That’s why it would be no surprise when he picked up on the fact that he wasn’t in the correct area he needed to be, for his intuition told him that he had been turned around. ‘Where the hell…. where even am I?’ The blond thinks to himself, walking down alley ways hoping to find a clue to answer his internal question soon.

Looks like someone’s lost. How cute.

The Hunter’s presence had been known ever since he stepped through the portal into this dying word, his every move traced through the snowy streets. Normally the cannibal wasn’t one to stalk and ambush prey, but he knew better than to take this particular plaything head on. Not that being impaled on a saber was a bad way to end the day, but he didn’t know a thing about this Zero yet!

A cheerful sounding tune is hummed as the corrupted machine unfurls his wings. Not even a full second later he’s diving down at full speed to try and tackle the Reploid below. 

armsthriift  asked:

❝ here, let me fix it. ❞ fingers move to adjust the princes crown that had gotten itself crooked on his head. Parting curls of hair to either one side, and perfect landing zone for a playful smooch to marx's forehead before withdrawing, ❝ there! Much better! Now you look in order again! ❞

     sitting down, marx is a much easier target for his retainers to mess around with him – and today is no exception. currently, he’s puzzling out the wording of a new law, mouth moving as he reads the words to himself. iago always had a way to make the new taxes seem easy to bear on the people, but when it passed through the right channels, it would be nothing short of preying on them. so absorbed is the prince that he barely registers the hand that brushes his curls to the side, and he tips his head up to speak before laslow leans forward and presses a kiss to the top of his head.

he is suddenly all too aware of the fingers that curl around his hair and the devilish grin of his retainer, of the closeness of their bodies. he barely resists bolting like a frightened rabbit, and clears his throat, dropping his gaze to lock on to the paper in front of him. dear gods, did he go around doing this all the time

     “    what…? — thank you, but you need not worry yourself about me.    

Show Me

Requested by: @irenelove83

                                                __________

“Is it better up or down?” Naomi asked me, holding up her two-toned hair.

“Up, brings out your face more,” I replied.

We sat opposite each other on the tech equipment in the hallways; our makeshift hang out spot before our individual matches.

“So what you gonna do when you go back home this weekend?”

I puffed out a breath of air, “Unpack,” I laughed. “Dreading it already, I’d much rather stay on the road and avoid it for a while,”

“Girl you haven’t unpacked since you moved?” she inquired.

“I’m a busy woman,” I shrugged. “I had other better shit-”

“Your man’s heading this way, look cute,” she said, subtly nodding her head to her left.

I shifted my eyes; following the direction and saw Roman coming towards us, pacing slowly as his attention remained on his phone screen.

“He’s not my man,” I protested with a laugh.

“He looks at you like he might as well be, besides, I know you and I know him and y’all feeling each other,” she said then wore a bright smile and waved at our intruder. “Heeeeeey Roman,” sly bitch.

“T’sup ladies,” he looked up from his phone, stopping in between us. He looked at Naomi first, “The fuck is that on your head?”

“Shut up, Y/N said I look cute, hater,”

“Really?” he turned to me, his eyes suddenly sparkling, lips turned upwards.

I pursed my lips and nodded, already blushing under his gaze. I was useless.

“You sure it looks cute?”

"Yes-”

“That shit looks funny as hell,” he started laughing, throwing his head back. “It’s the colours, the fuck’s your hair black and green?”

“Stop being an ass,” Naomi went to playfully kick him but he dodged, bumping into me. “Asshole,”

He hoisted himself up and sat next to me, leaving a small gap between us.

“Stop being rude,” he glared at her.

“Well if you’re staying, I’m going,” Naomi looked at me, smiling slyly, (this fucking bitch) then slid down off the equipment, “He’s all yours,” then she winked at me.

“Bye hater,” Roman said with no remorse.

She didn’t turn back but flipped her middle finger in the air at him.

“What was that about?” he asked softly, rocking into me.

“What?”

“Her, acting all…suspicious and shit,”

“Because she is,” I giggled and looked at him. “She knows something’s up,”

“What did she say?”

“She keeps making comments about ‘your man this and that’, and something about how we look at each other,”

“No surprise there, if you’d stop blushing every damn time we see each other,” he noted.

More embarassed, I covered my face and squealed, cringing because I could just imagine how much of an ass I looked. Lovestruck possibly. An inexperienced juvenile. My best friend always told me I wasn’t so subtle when I had a crush on someone. It wouldn’t be a problem in any other case, but Roman and I were trying to keep our relationship a secret. So far so good, but apparently I was starting to crack.

“Stop!”

“It’s cute, I like it, lemme see you get all worked up,” he said quietly, peeling my hands away. “Can I have a kiss?”

“Mhhhh,” I pursed my lips, eyes quickly scanning both ends of the hallway. “Someone will see,”

“No one’s around,” he laughed - ridiculing me, and took my hands into his, sliding off the equipment and making me follow him behind the curtains. “How about now?”

“You’re relentless,” I whispered and accepted his lips on mine as he held me against him.

It was so intoxication; but I suppose part of the thrill was the possibility of getting caught. Roman and I had been secretly dating for a while, whilst the first few weeks were fun and easy to hide; the closer we grew, the more our emotions and feelings for each other intensified. So then hiding it from everyone proved to be hard; especially when sometimes we just wanted to run into each other, sit next to each other, share a private joke and ride on the bus together.

“You ready for our match?” he asked after we pulled away, his hands still wrapped around me.

“Yeah,”

“Can’t wait to see that new gear you got,” he commented with a wink.

I just smiled and drew circles on his tattooed arm, absentmindedly.

“You okay?” he ducked his head to look at me. I nodded. “No, no you’re not. What’s up?”

“Nothing,” I chuckled.

“Did that kiss suck? Because I can do it all over-”

“No, don’t worry,” I said with an easy laugh, trying to sound nonchalant. “I’m good,”

“You know I hate it when you lie, talk to me,”

“It’s fine, can we talk about it later?”

“No, let’s do it now, you do this to divert the topic, talk baby,” he said. “Is it me?”

“How long are we going to keep hiding?” I finally blurted out.

Instantly, his arms dropped off me and his expression hardened, as if masked by worry and confusion.

“As long as you want…I…I thought that’s what you wanted,” he stuttered, his eyes squinted as he tried to pierce it together.

“We didn’t really talk about it like that, when you asked me out, I didn’t want to tell everyone straight away, but it seems we’re just so comfortable on the low now,”

“I thought that’s what you wanted,” he repeated. “I didn’t know, I’m sorry,”

“It’s just, I wanna be free around everyone. I wanna kiss you the moment I see you. I wanna hug you after your matches. I wanna cuddle with you on our flights back home. I wanna walk into your hotel room freely than sneak in at 2 in the morning like a damn robber. I wanna just tell everyone that I can’t hang out because I’m spending the evening with you…I can’t even tell anyone what I’ve gotten up to on the weekends. I can’t say 'I went out for dinner with my boyfriend’ or 'my boyfriend really likes that’. I wanna tell the girls that the reason why I don’t wanna stay out too long is because I wanna go back to snuggle with my boyfriend or actually mean it when I tell men who pester me that I have a boyfriend,” I shrugged and threw my arms out. I scoffed. “I…I’m sorry…I’m just being childish and pathetic, forget I said anything. Roman why are you smiling? It’s not funny, stop smiling.”

“So I’m your boyfriend now, huh?” he smirked and then it transitioned into the biggest wide smile at the sight of my flustered expression. He looked so smug and proud of himself.

“Well…I…thought - I didn’t - I didn’t think, uh,” I stuttered before he cut me off with another kiss; this one deep and tender.

The kind of kiss that made you reminisce about your first kiss. It was meaningful and so fervent, had we been anywhere else it’d have led to more than just that.

“I mean, I’ll be your boyfriend since you asked so nicely,” he said, that proud smile all over his face again.

I mushed my face against his chest, “I hate you, after everything I said is that the only thing you heard?!”

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I hated Roman Reigns with a passion. The man walked around here like he was the shit, like he owned the ring. So smug. So proud. So full of himself. I loathed him.

Okay so I really didn’t. I hated the effect he had on me. And he knew it; he’d do things on purpose. I’d learnt this very well, especially in the ring. It all happened in our match, me and him against Ziggler and Natalia.

He speared his Ziggler and stood up abruptly, taunting around him as he lay on the floor struggling for breath. He was mouthing something of pride to his defeated opponent.

He then looked up, circling the crowd with his eyes, and then our eyes met as I stood at the corner of the ring, on our side. He smirked, poking his tongue out and I wouldn’t have hated him so much had he not curled the tip of it. It was so suggestive I’m sure even the crowd was affected by it.

Too distracted in our little moment; Ziggler tackled him from behind. Knocking him onto the floor; they brawled until he regained control and they both managed to tag me and Natalia.

I pinned her successfully on a count of three before my theme song played and Lillian announced our victory. Roman jumped back into the ring excitedly, picking me up. When he set me down, the referee held both of our hands up to symbolise our victory.

“You’re a bad ass,” he said closing the space between us when the referee moved aside.

Without seeing it coming, I felt his lips on mine for the third time that night as he closed in on me, towering over me, yet our lips remained together. I smiled into the kiss, as he did too. The crowd cheered, calling me back to reality. I felt flustered as hell, not knowing where to place my gaze but at him. A part of me suddenly nervous as I realised what we’d just done.

“We’re so gonna get in trouble for this,” I finally said, actually serious as I looked at him.

He didn’t mind; his eyes danced wildly, glimmering with excitement that was mirrored by his lips. That stupid smile wouldn’t leave his face.

He shrugged, “I really don’t care,” he said and proved it by kissing me again in front of the cheering and chanting crowd.

“We have an audience,” I pulled away, stating the obvious.

He shrugged again, “Still don’t care,”

I pulled him close, my lips close to his ears and whispered, “I want you so much right now,”

“Baby, we have an audience,”

hi i did a thing even tho i should’ve been doing hw!! it was raining last night and i just had the urge to write some fluff bc i’m a sap!! i posted this on ao3 too which is p exciting bc that’s my first time posting something there :0 here’s the link if u prefer reading on ao3

hope u guys enjoy :’)

The rain pouring outside provided the quiet background noise he needed. Yamaguchi worked better with noise. He couldn’t stand the quiet. It felt suffocating, like he was going to be swallowed up by it and disappear. He exhaled a sigh of relief as the rain continued. He laid his head down on the desk in front of him, moving his homework and pencil aside so they didn’t get in his way. It felt like he had been on the same problem for hours, he deserved a break.

He glanced towards the window, looking at how the rain outside poured down the glass. It was soothing to watch and after moments of just lying there, Yamaguchi felt his eyes start to droop. He almost gave in to temptation when he heard a loud crumple of paper across the room, presumably being balled up.

Tsukki.

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“It was when she returned to him, chilled & clearheaded, that it happened. He sat against the tree, his knees bent & his head in his hands. His shoulders slumped. Tired, unhappy. Something tender caught in her breath at the sight of him. And then he raised his eyes and looked at her, and she saw what she had not seen before. She gasped.
His eyes were beautiful. His face was beautiful to her in every way, and his shoulders and hands. And his arms that hung over his knees, and his chest that was not moving, because he held his breath as he watched her. And the heart in his chest. This friend. How had she not seen this before? How had she not seen him? She was blind. And then tears choked her eyes, for she had not asked for this. She had not asked for this beautiful man before her, with something hopeful in his eyes that she did not want.”

#179: pictures of you he uploads on instagram

Mark: “Let’s take a picture!” you say with a grin. You’d both been on that bench in the park for hours and what better way to document the day than a picture. He smiles, nodding as he moves closer and throws an arm around you. His head is against yours as he makes his signature pouty face as you smile widely. “Send it to me so I can upload it!” he says, smiling. He captions it: Best day with the best girl. :)

Jr.: He doesn’t — because he doesn’t ever use his instagram. “Oh, come on,” you say, pushing him jokingly as you both walked down the street. You look back down at your phone at your instagram feed to show him another picture that JB had just uploaded. “See! JB uploads pictures,” you say, giggling. He rolls his eyes at you, then suddenly pulls out his phone, snapping a picture of you laughing quickly before you noticed. And then before you knew it — it was up. He captions it: First post of my first love.

JB: “WAIT! Stay right there! DON’T MOVE!” he says, suddenly. He runs over to his backpack to grab his phone. “Seriously?” you say, laughing, knowing exactly what he was about to do. You turn your head around, seeing him already in a picture-taking position. “HEY! What did I say?!” he yells at you, laughing. “Okay, okay!” reply, turning your head back around. He takes the picture of you from behind, with just enough space to see the scenery, too. He doesn’t caption it.

Jackson: He’s really, really wants to upload one of you or with you or just something to do with you because he wanted everyone to know how lucky he was, and tonight seemed like a good night. You were both all dressed up at dinner when he pulls out his phone. “Let me take a picture of you, okay!” he says eagerly, and snaps a picture of you at the dinner table. He captions it: Date night. (and then probably translates it to Chinese and Korean, too.)

BamBam: “I’m going to take a picture of you, you look so good today!!” he calls you with excitement. He reaches into his pocket to take out his phone. You laugh as he struggles a bit (his pants were a little tight), and then roll your eyes as he holds his phone out to snap a picture. “POSE!! Your outfit so looks gooooooood!” he says, laughing, and you laugh along back at him, posing as playfully and best as you could as he snaps picture after picture, choosing just the right one to upload. He captions it: Looks Really Really Good! Love You!

Youngjae: He doesn’t really think about uploading all that much — but he’s laying in bed with you as you both are distracted on your phones until he interrupts the silence. “I think I should upload my instagram account,” he randomly says. You put your phone down. “Maybe,” you say, “It’s been a while since you uploaded, right?” He nods, “Yeah… okay, how about we take one right now,” he says grinning. He holds up the phone to take a picture of you both. He captions it: Hello from us!!!! 

Yugyeom: “This one’s no good, either,” he says, looking at his phone. You both had been trying to take a picture of you both so you could also see the blue sky and green trees from behind you. “I give up,” he sighs, and hands you the phone. “You’re too picky,” you say, laughing, “Here. Upload this one. It’s my favourite.” You hand his phone back to him as he laughs at the picture of you both making a funny face - not even close to the scenic picture he wanted. But he uploads it anyway. He captions it: her favourite picture hehe 

Lazy Day- A Nate Maloley Imagine (Requested)

Y/N POV

“Today I don’t feel like doing anything.” Sang my boyfriend Nate as we laid in our bed in nothing but our underwear, watching tv.

“And we haven’t been doing anything except for eating and watching this Friends marathon.” I laughed as my fingertips moved up and down his bare chest.

“You know we should really go outside, get some exercise and burn off all the junk we ate today.” Nate suggested.

I lifted my head looking at Nate who was focused on the tv. “I think I know a better way to burn those calories.” I said in a low whisper.

Nate’s eyes immediately met mine as a smirk formed on his face.

I smirked back as I lifted the covers off of both of us and straddled Nate. My hands placed on his chest as his grabbed my waist.

I rocked my hips back and forth against him, feeling him grow beneath me with every movement.

I leaned my head down, our lips meeting as our tongues fought for dominance. I felt one of Nate’s hands travel up my back as his fingers unhooked my bra on the first try.

Nate stopped the kiss to admire my bare chest before flipping us over, letting him take control.

His lips traveled down my body, leaving love bites along the way. His fingers slowly moved down my underwear, making me ache for what was to come.

His fingers now rubbed my fully exposed area, seeing how turned on I already was.

Nate lifted his fingers to his mouth, as his tongue swirled around his large fingers making me bite my lip at the scene I was watching.

“Stop that, I need you.” I whispered.

Nate smirked as he kept licking his fingers which I was sure he already licked clean by now.

“Nate.” I said forcefully as I pushed him on his side, as I climbed over him. My hand rubbing him through his boxers with great speed.

“Oh shit, fuck fine Y/N, fine.” Nate moaned.

I smiled as I slid down his boxers revealing his hard length. I lifted myself over him as I aligned myself with him. I sunk down onto him, as Nate grabbed my waist firmly.

Once adjusted and comfortable I began riding him.

“Faster Y/N faster.” Nate called out, his brow already sweaty. My fingers found their home in his unruly hair, tugging on it slightly.

I sped up my movements as I kept riding him. The pleasure was intense as I arched my neck backwards letting myself take this all in.

“You’re so perfect Y/N. I love you.” Nate whispered.

“I love you more.” I moaned out as I clenched around Nate.

I felt him twitch inside of me as he let himself come inside of me. We rode out our highs together, moaning and screaming out profanities.

I hopped off of Nate and resumed my original position at his side, my fingers once again on his chest.

“Well I think it’s settled, we are definitely having more of these lazy days.” Nate joked as he squeezed my side.

Felicity Smoak as The Flu

SummaryOliver Queen wakes up to find Felicity Smoak with what turns out to be the flu. As it’s easily settled that she would stay at home his wish to stay and take care of her is counteracted by what Felicity knows makes him happy and a better man.


It was hot too hot.

“Felicity.”

Oliver felt Felicity’s body hot against his, and not in a good way.

“I’m awake.”

She sat up, startled and confused. But she had moved too fast.

“Oh God.” Her hands holding her head didn’t quite help with the dizziness.

Oliver pulled her to his embrace and kissed her forehead. No question about it Felicity had fever.

“Hon, you are burning up.”

Fighting the dizziness Felicity looked up to Oliver.

“No I can’t… I can’t be sick. Not today. I have a meeting.”

Since their return to Star City there was always a meeting. He knew how it was. He didn’t miss it, not one bit. But Felicity even if she did complain sometimes he knew but she loved it and she was good at it.

“You will have to postpone it, Felicity.”

“No. I’ll feel better after I get up and shower.”

She got out of bed and stood up but the dizziness turn to qualm and she had to run into the bathroom were she was just in time to reach the toilet before the vomit came to take control over her body.

When it was over she welcomed the cold from the damp towel Oliver was pressing on her forehead.

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Football- Calum Hood Smut

You and your boyfriend, Calum, are in the backyard of his home. He has convinced you to let him teach you some basics of his favorite sport, football. You guys have been at it for so long that you’re starting to get bored, but you would never ask him to quit. He looks so happy sharing his other passion with you and every time you master a new move, he beams at you with complete pride. So when he asks you to a one-on-one game, there’s no way you can say no.

You can tell he’s going easy on you, but you really have picked up on how to play pretty well, so after 30 minutes of nonstop running and kicking, you two are tied with one goal a piece, the “goal” being who can kick the ball between the two picnic tables at the end of the yard.

“How about next one to score wins?” You manage to get out between heaving breaths. 

Calum looks slightly disappointed, “Aww, tired already, y/n?" 

You glare at him before responding, "Well, yeah. One of us isn’t used to having to have this kind of stamina.”

“Well you sure seem to have enough stamina when you’re riding my-”

“CALUM HOOD! That was uncalled for!” You cut him off.

He laughs at you before throwing his arms up in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t help myself. You just look so cute all out of breath like that. Next goal wins.”

Determined to get him back for his sudden perviness, you devise a plan in your head to ensure you win the game. As Calum starts running towards you, kicking the ball in front of him, you lunge towards the ball and your boyfriend and then hit the ground quickly.

“Ow! Ow ow OW!” you cry, clutching your ankle.

Calum immediately stops. “Baby, what’s wrong? What’s hurting?”

“My ankle.. it feels like I twisted it.”

Just as Calum crouches down to your level to check your ankle out, you pop up and take off kicking the ball in the opposite direction, scoring the final goal with ease.

“HA! I win! You lose! I win! You lose!” you cheer as you do a little dance in celebration. “I can’t believe you fell for that!” you say as you turn back around to him. “I sure am glad you decided to go with music instead as your career,” you tease.

To your surprise, Calum is actually laughing instead of angry. “That sure was a cute dance you were doing. Can you do it again?”

“What? This little dance?” you giggle as you shake your hips.

“Yep. Plus you were bouncing up and down a little bit.” He slowly makes his way towards you.

“Like this?”

A low growl comes from Calum. “Exactly like that.” He grabs your hips and pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss. One of his hands moves into the back of your hair and he tugs lightly. He leans down and begins sucking and kissing at your neck just as he brings his other hand to the front of your body and begins rubbing your clit over your shorts.

“Calum..” you say with a warning tone.

“Hmm?” he murmers into your flesh.

“Shouldn’t we take this inside?”

At your question he swiftly brings the two of you down into the soft, tall grass and quickly climbs on top of you. “Now why would we want to do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know.. maybe so that no one sees us or so that we don’t go to jail or-”

Calum cuts you off with another deep kiss. “Shh. You worry too much. No one’s around.”

You are still eyeing him skeptically so he starts whining. “Please y/n? This is every guy’s fantasy. Please.”

How can I ever say no to that face? you think as you consent to his pleading by pulling his face back towards your own.

He lets out a moan as he realizes you are going to let this happen and he immediately puts his hand back on your most sensitive area. “Just try to stay quiet, baby,” he says as he moves your panties to the side and quickly slips two fingers inside. The athletic shorts you were wearing made it easy access, for which you were thankful. You move your hand down to the bulge in his shorts and start palming him over the fabric.

“We should just make this quick, ok, Cal?” he nods and removes his fingers from you, pulling his member through the hole in his basketball shorts and immediately slamming it into you. You can’t help but let out a loud moan, so Calum moves his hand up to cover your mouth. His movements are rough and animalistic. He is slamming into you at a pace faster than you can ever remember him going and you’re thankful that his hand stays firmly on your lips because otherwise you would be crying out in pleasure. You bend your legs at the knees to try and help him get a better angle since you can’t exactly just wrap your legs around him like you want.

“Calum?”

Just as you both began to reach your peaks, you hear another voice that scares you to death and stops Calum’s in his tracks.

“Calum, is that you? Are you hurt?”

Calum looks up and sees his neighbor, a sweet little old lady who has known him since he was a kid. “Ms. James. No, no, I’m fine,” he manages to choke out, his cheeks burning a crimson red.

“Well, you’re just lying in the grass and I thought maybe-”

“No, no! Completely ok. Just..”

“Hi Ms. James!” you lean your head back and manage a small wave.

She gives a slight start, “Oh, I didn’t see you there, y/n! The grass has gotten so tall.” There’s a moment pause as realization dawns on her. “Were you two kissing?”

Calum gives a nervous laugh and answers, “You caught us.”

“Well, I’m sorry I interrupted. I’ll just leave you two lovebirds to it,” she smiles sweetly as she walks back to her house and enters through the sliding glass door.

“Thank God that woman has such bad eyesight,” Calum breathes a sigh of relief and goes to pull out of you.

You clench around him and grab the back of his neck, keeping him locked in place. “If you think for a single second that you are gonna get away with not making me come after we almost just got caught, you are sadly mistaken mister.”

Calum grins down at you, “You never cease to amaze me, y/n.” He pulls out all the way to the tip and then slams into you with enough force that you can’t help but cry out. He quickly works back up to the frenzied pace he was fucking you at before and has you back at your peak in no time.

You place your own hands over your mouth this time, as you don’t trust yourself to keep quiet through your release. You should have been more worried about Calum, though, because just as you begin to tighten around him and fall over the edge, he reaches his high and lets out a string of loud curse words. After you two ride out your orgasms, he slowly pulls out of you and swiftly puts his member back into his shorts. You adjust your own pants and try to pat your hair back into place.

Calum stands up and helps you to your feet, but you sway a little on the spot.

“Woah.. I might not be able to walk just yet, actually,” you say as you grab a hold of his arm.

He chuckles a little bit and picks you up bridal-style, walking you towards his back door. “Come on then y/n. We’ll go inside and celebrate your win again once you’re up for it.”

Note: Ehh, this was better in my head, but I still thought I’d share it with you guys anyways. Hope someone can like it!

After days of moving in to his new place and getting work done, Joe finally has a free day to himself and what better way to spend it by exploring the city. He passes by a Tiffany’s store until he stops his tracks. He decides to look for an engagement ring for Sammy. So the male quickly head back to the store and goes in. He finds his way tot he wedding bands for men and looks at the variety of rings to buy. Some rings he took interest while others didn’t. Just as he was about to leave he bumps into someone who was passing by. “Sorry, didn’t see you there.” He apologizes to them.

Ficmas - Day 1

Prompt -  “i did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face” + Happy (Which makes this count as a 30 Day Prompt story as well)

Rating - Fluffy fluff fluff

Fingers gentling pulling the wrapper off the box, Jungkook watched as Jimin opened one of his last gifts from the younger. Jimin pushed the wrapper off to the side, sticking the bow onto his head. He pulled the lid off of the box, only to be met with another smaller box. Looking up, Jimin raised an eyebrow, Jungkook just motioned to the box, making an opening motion with his hands. Jimin sighed, picking the smaller box up, moving the other out of the way. Taking the lid off of this one, Jimin was met with yet another smaller box. Jimin groaned.

“Jungkook I swear to god, you better not be pranking me again.” Jungkook laughed once again, playing with a piece of his hair that was not tucked into his Santa cap.

“Trust me, hyung, you’ll love it.” I hope so. Jungkook beamed a large smile, nodding towards the box. Jimin softly smiled, once again taking the smaller box out, and opening it only to once again find another smaller box. Jimin sighed, repeating the process two more times, before glaring at Jungkook.

“I will go spend the night at Taehyung and Yoongi-hyung’s house if there’s only a coupon at the end of all of this.” Jungkook just laughed, reaching forward for Jimin’s hand.

“Just trust me, jagi.” Jimin narrowed his eyes, once again pulling another smaller box out. He kept doing that until he was left with a small palm sized box was left. Jungkook smiled plucking it out of Jimin’s hands and standing up.

“Hey! I finally got to my gift!” Jungkook laughed, before reaching down to pull Jimin up, looking into his eyes, Jungkook rubbed his thumb against Jimin’s cheek. Jungkook stepped back, holding onto one of Jimin’s hands, before leaning down on one knee. Jimin gasped, tears filling his eyes as his other hand came up to his grinning mouth. Jungkook opened the lid on the final tiny box. A small white gold ring sat on a black cushion.

“Will you, Park Jimin, do me the honor of becoming my husband?” Jimin had nodded, almost full on sobbing at this point, before pulling Jungkook into a deep kiss. His head nodding as he smiled and laughed, glancing down at his hand to see Jungkook placing the ring on his finger. Jungkook stared into Jimin’s eyes, his cheeks held between his palms.

“Thank you for making me so happy.”

anonymous asked:

How would Maknae line+Suga react if they're watching a drama and their girlfriend starts fangirling really hard when a kiss scene came up.

Suga wouldn’t really react in a special way. He would just send some weird looks, asking why you suddenly got so intense, but would rather go back to watching movie than your squeals. 

Jimin would immediately wrap his hands around you in an overly dramatic way and do a duckface, wanting to kiss you, as you keep on pushing his head away, because you’re still fangirling haha

V would be a mix of confusion and amusement. He would probably just watch you in silence, demanding a kiss afterwards. 

Jungkook would most likely do this eyebrow move he does and throw some overconfident comments with a sly smile. ‘I’m better than this. Wanna check?GOSH HE’D LOOK SO HANDSOME

Originally posted by jungxook

~Mei