his tongue in the beginning aw

Good Girl

Anonymous said:
Can you write a daddy kink one with Calum or Michael with a lot of teasing and spanking and overstimulation and being called Kitten and Princess omg pls that would be some lit quality shit

fuck ya girly i gotchu 

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Pillows surrounded us as the movie played softly in the background. His finger tips ran along my spin coming up to play with the ends of my hair. “How was class today, princess?” Calum whispered. “It wasn’t the best, but you’re here and that’s all that matters.” I smiled. Calum took my chin in-between his fingers, looking at my lips, then right back at me.

“Mm, you look so fucking good right now,” Calum bites his lip. I rolled my eyes smiling, when his hand comes down to my hips squeezing it. “Don’t roll you eyes at me again, kitten.” His eyes stared me down. “Yes, daddy,” I nodded, leaning into his touch. “C’mon princess, I have a surprise for you.” Calum said. “Oh, but I don’t wanna move.” I pouted.

Calum raised an eyebrow, “You’ll want to move when you see what you have in store with the way your acting.” I sat up quickly, following him up the stairs and into our bedroom. Calum and I have never really tried kinks, but we’ve talked about them. Anytime things become intimate, they are not rough, I could tell it was love, not something meaningless, nevertheless Cal would ever treat me like that. “Tonight, we’re trying something different kitten.” He said while grabbing my hips. I nodded, and sat on the bed.

He went to the closet, pulling out a box from the top shelf, and set it on the side table. He pulled out a blindfold, a few ties, and left the room again. I knew not to get up and follow him because if I did, that would not make Calum happy. He came back with a cup of ice, no water, just ice. “Um, why do you have ice?” I questioned. “Don’t speak unless I give you permission, princess.” Calum said.

Calum walked over to me, removed my shirt while kissing my neck “Now, you know I barley punish you nor do I like too, but that’s going to change kitten,” Calum said. “Calum, what-” I was cut off by being flipped around. “I’m sorry, what did I say?” Calum said. “Not to speak unless you give me permission.” I answered. “That’s right, princess, and what did you do?” He asked. “I spoke without permission.” I could tell he was pleased by this.

“Good girl, but, you still defied the rules, you know what that means right?” I nodded as he spoke. “Now, lay across my thighs,” He motioned. I whined quietly, knowing that this night was not going to be anything like I thought. “I want you to count okay, baby girl?” Calum said. I nodded, as I suck in a breath preparing for whatever was going to happen.

Calum landed a slap upon my right cheek, a whimper falling from my lips as I let myself clutch onto Calum’s leg, my body immediately relaxing into the sensation that is going to be driving me up the wall soon. “One,” I whispered, barley enough for him to hear. Another slap on my left cheek, making my nails dig into the rough material of Calum’s jeans. “Two,” I whimpered. “Good girl,” Calum whispered kissing my spine. The slaps continued until tears filled my vision, “Ten,” I sniffed.

Calum let me sit up, as he wiped my tears away, “See it wasn’t so bad now was it, princess?” He cooed. “No, daddy.” I said. “Good, lay back,” Calum instructed. I laid back, letting the cool sheeting sooth my red bum. “Hands up, we are not quite done yet,” Calum said while taking my hands and tied them together to the head board.

Calum only ever tied me up once, and god did I love it. I bit my lip in anticipation, waiting for whatever was next to happen. “To make things interesting, I’m going to blindfold you okay, kitten?” Calum said, grabbing the purple fabric from before. My eyes were covered, seeing nothing, I mean what did you expect? His fingertips slid down my body making goosebumps arise to my skin.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” Calum breathed, kissing every part of my skin. I felt something cold being dragged down my skin and rested on my stomach. His lips touched mine for a passionate kiss as his hand snaked down in-between my legs. At the first flick of my clit, I cried out into Calum’s mouth, my hips grinding into his hand. He slipped a finger into me, pumping slowly. The pace of his finger was driving me mad, making me squirm underneath him.

“Stay still, princess,” Calum ordered. It was one of Calum’s rules; I couldn’t move or he’d stop touching me, even if it was during one of my treats. I tried my hardest not to move, but I accidentally bucked into his hand when he pressed against my g-spot. He immediately took his hand away from me, sucking  his finger between his lips.

I could tell Calum was smirking by the way he kept pacing around the bed. “Wanna tell daddy what you want, baby girl?” Calum said. “I want your tongue, I want your cock, fuck daddy I want it all,” I was not ashamed. “Such a dirty mouth for a pretty little girl,” Calum chuckled. “You want my tongue huh, kitten?” Calum daunted, removing the blindfold. I nodded, blinking trying to adjust to the light.

I felt his lip wrap around my clit, lightly flicking it a few times. I inhaled deeply only to exhale with a moan as he continued his actions. He released me from his mouth, looking me right in the eyes as he entered his finger in, again. A long whimper came out of my mouth as Calum moved his fingers again. “God, you look so fucking sexy withering under my fingers,” He smirked placing his lips on my clit again. He pushed another finger in, making my orgasm come into play. “Daddy, please can I cum?” I moaned.

“Go ahead princess, be as loud as you want,” Calum mumbled. “Look at me,” he orders. Already used to taking orders from Calum, I immediately look at him. “Mm, daddy,” I whimpered. My legs shook around Calum as he held them open, making me ten times for sensitive. “Fuck, you taste so good,” Calum moaned. My chest rose and fell as I caught my breath, but I sucked in another breath when Calum rubbed his tip against my entrance.

“You want it, baby? Tell daddy how much you want it,” Calum said. “Daddy please, fuck me I want your cock, please.” I begged. He grinned slamming into me. My wrists pulled at the restraints, sure to give me some type of burn. Calum held my hips as he fucked me into oblivion “Princess, I can tell you’re ready to cum any minute,” Calum moaned. “Daddy, I am,” I said.

“Oh Caluum, yes daddy fuuuuck” I yelled, unable to control my body anymore, my gaze on his as he watched my face contract at the same time my walls did around his cock. When I finally came down, breathing heavily, I found myself more tired than I’ve probably ever been after such an experience. Forcing my body not to move and having to absorb pure pleasure was actually much more exhausting than I’d have thought. Calum must’ve noticed too as he gently stroked my cheek, before kissing his way down my stomach, then back up again to my ear. “I’m impressed, you’ve done so good baby girl” he whispered, “but we are not over.”

I shook my head, not able to take anymore pleasure. “Kitten, if daddy says more, you know what it means,” Calum smirked. “Daddy, I-i can’t,” I couldn’t even talk. “Yes you can, and you will baby,” Calum said. I saw Calum pull out the white toy, which intimidated me more than it should have. “You remember this one princess?” Calum said showing me the toy, “I know this is your favorite, so tonight, we’re going to play with it.”

“Daddy, please don’t I can’t handle it.” I whined. “Sounds like you wanna make the rules, is that how it goes princess?” He asked. “Sorry, daddy,” I said. Calum turned on the vibrator to a low setting and dragged it all over my body, making me shiver. “Baby girl, this is suppose to relax you, not tense you up.” Calum chuckled, feeling my reaction.

My legs immediately closed around the vibrator when Calum set it on my clit. “Keep ‘em open for my princess,” Calum pushed my thighs apart. My back arched off the bed as my orgasm hit me like a bucket of bricks. “There you go baby, just like that.” Calum cooed. My body caved in, my feet dragged on the bed while Calum put the vibrator on a higher speed.

“Oh daddy!” I yelled, my whole body shook in euphoria as I came around the toy. “That’s my good girl, cum for daddy.” Calum groaned. My toes dragged against the bed, as I came around the vibrator and profanities left my mouth. “Daddy, daddy fuck,” I moaned. Calum took the vibrator off only to lick my clit again. I was already in a state of sensitivity.

“God, you’ve done so well kitten,” Calum said, beginning to untie my hands. “But now, I want you to suck me off like the good girl I know you are,” He growled. I was already out of energy when Calum pulled me up. I stared in awe at Calum’s cock, probably drooling. “Stop staring princess,” Calum chuckled. I bit my lip, taking his cock in my hand, slowly pumping it.

Calum groaned, “C’mon princess, you know I don’t like waiting.” I smiled up at him, kissing the tip. With my tongue broad and flat, I licked the whole length of him, making eye contact. I alternated between sucking, swirling my tongue one way and then another, and flicking it lightly. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, and move it up and down in time with the movements of my mouth. I ran my nails on the inside of his thighs, making Calum whimper. “Fuck princess.” He grabbed my hair.

“Princess, s-stop I wanna cum in that pretty little pussy of yours.” Calum groaned, unable to hold his moans in. I took him out of my mouth, “Daddy, I have a question.” I trailed. “What is it, baby girl?” Calum asked. “Can I ride you, daddy?” I asked shyly. “You wanna ride daddy? Well, I suppose that’s fine.” He chuckled. Calum laid on the bed, cock in hand as I walked over to him.

He cupped my breasts in his hands, groping and tugging roughly. “Yes, daddy,” I moan, burying my face into the crook of his neck. “Oh, God, yes.” “You going to cum for me, baby girl?” “Mmmhmm.” “Come on, baby, cum for me.” My orgasm rockets through my body, sending me into a state of frenzy. Moans and curse words slip out of my mouth. I continue to rock my hips against Calum as I come down from my high, milking my orgasm for as long as possible.  “There you go, baby.” Calum coos.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Calum moaned, his hands moving to my hips. “Cum for me daddy,” I bit his neck, making sure to leave my mark. I felt Calum release inside of me, making me fall on top of him. “God, that was-” “Amazing.” I finished for him. “I love you, princess,” Calum kissed my forehead. “I love you too, daddy.” I said.

The Bus Smut

Summary: While on the TATINOF american tour bus, Dan convinces Phil to leave their own private bunks in the middle of the night to spend the night in the “forbidden bedroom” at the back of the bus. But, spending the night together innocently isn’t what Dan has in mind. Add a suspicious unnamed tour manager and a bumpy road and things get interesting. 

Pairing: Dan Howell/Phil Lester

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Daddy kink, rimming, blowjobs, unprotected consensual sex

“Bye guys!” I smile, Dan smiles, waving at the enormous crowd ahead of us, flashing lights and squeals bombarding us.

We walk off the stage, and once my eyes adjust to the significantly darker lighting backstage, I suddenly become aware of Dan’s erratic behavior. He grimaces at every person who walks past us, pulling off his gold show-jacket as he speed walks into the dressing room.

“Dan?” I yell at him through the people, running after him.

He doesn’t stop, plowing past staff.

“Dan!”

He slams the dressing room door in my face, and before I can say anything, I hear the lock click.

“Dan? Come on, what the hell is going on?” I pound on the door.

I stand there for a few minutes, assuring all the staff that he’s fine. I make up a lie about him having a stomache ache, and the stage lights made it worse.

I eventually sink to the floor, giving up my fight, talking to him through the door. I gasp for air, my lungs still not adjusting to the extremely high altitude of Colorado. Mile High City indeed.

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Payback

“What are you doing?” Sam questions, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You back him up against the wall with a hand flat on his chest.

“Getting a little payback,” tipping your chin toward him you look up from under thick eyelashes, bottom lip caught under pearly white teeth.

“Payback for what?” he chuckles are you reach for his belt buckle. 

“Like you don’t know,” you quip, batting his hands away when he tries to help in your endeavor. “Hands up.”

“Yes ma’am.” He smirks raising both arms, palms out in a gesture of compliance.

“Last week at Jody’s house, with everyone there, you’re awful.” You yank his belt from the loops, tossing it behind you.

“Oh, that.” He’s grinning now.

Oh that, doesn’t even begin to describe the amount of self control it took to stay quiet as he ate you out in Jody’s spare bedroom with the girls and Dean sleeping just on the other side of the wall. Nor does it do justice to the fortitude you exhibited in biting your own wrist to keep from screaming as his mouth sealed around your clit, tongue scooping in deft little strokes under the hood, chin pressed into your slick. You were sure one of them would hear you, between your labored breathing and the wet sound of Sam’s tongue in your pussy.

If there’s one thing you know for sure it’s that 2am at the Mill’s house is silent as a fucking tomb.

“Yeah, that.” You unzip the fly of his jeans and push them down to his thighs, rubbing his manhood through the thin material of his boxers. He’s already hard, twitching in your hand.

“And this is my punishment?” he strains, his lips curling over his teeth.

“Well,” you hook two fingers at the elastic band of his underwear and pull them down. His thick, stiff cock now bobbing freely just below his belly. You stop for a moment, getting his attention and point to the end of the hall, just a few feet away. “Dean’s sleeping just around that corner. He nodded off watching Andy Griffith reruns.”

“Fuck,” Sam grunts as you drop to your knees, grabbing his erection in your hand and stroking from tip to base.

“Ahuh, so try to stay quiet, kay? Unless you want him to wake up and see me with your cock in my mouth.”

With your free hand you cup his balls, cradling and squeezing the baby soft skin. He whimpers and you take it as your cue, taking him deep into your mouth, stroking and sucking while his back arches off the wall with a horse yelp of surprise, “oh God.”

You pull back, looking up at him with a glistening chin, running the flat of your tongue over the underside of his shaft, teasing the head with a few well placed laps of your tongue. Pleased with his reaction you scold him, right before swallowing him whole, “you’re gonna have to do better than that Sam, you’re gonna wake up half of Kansas.”

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drabble 002

Originally posted by tyler-dun-pilots

oh whoops here’s a drabble that was requested forever ago. not even sorry


You shove Josh against the wall in the bathroom, gripping his lapels in your fists; he grins widely at you, letting out a deep chuckle, giving you a whiff of the whiskey on his breath. Your mouth attaches to his, knocking his head back against the wall with a loud bump. His hands are bunching up your short dress, trying desperately to get his fingers on your skin, but you push his hands away, causing him to break the kiss.

“What’s wrong?” he breathes, as your hands begin to work at his pants.

“I’m not gonna let you fuck me in the bathroom at Tyler’s wedding,” you whisper, slipping your hand down the front of his briefs. “But I’m dying to suck you off.” Josh moans softly, tipping his head back against the wall when your fingers come in contact with his erection. “You want that?” you mutter. “Tell me, Joshua, you want me to suck your dick?”

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Okay but Steve and Bucky are the monsters in the closet and when Tony’s little they try to scare him. Steve enjoys scaring kids but he hates it when they cry so he feels awful. Bucky doesn’t care if kids cry but after waiting in the closet for fifteen minutes for someone to come calm this kid down and realizing no one’s going to, he does start feeling a little guilty.

They creep back into the room and Steve takes the little toddler into his scaly arms. “Shhh, I’m sorry, honey. Don’t cry. I’m sorry I scared you, sweetheart.”

“What the hell kind of human doesn’t respond to a baby’s cry?!” Bucky hisses, hands fluttering. “Isn’t that a biological imperative?!”

“Shh,” Steve whispers sharply. “You’re scaring him.”

“Steve, my face is scaring him,” Bucky snaps, motioning at his lupine face. “The Big Bad Wolf literally came and scared the bejeezus out of him.”

Steve frowns down at the boy, licking his lips, his forked tongue fluttering anxiously. “Aw, hell. Come on, baby, you need to stop crying!”

“Just–just give him to me,” Bucky snarls, probably more animal than he’d intended if the way the boy shrieks is anything to go by. “Give him to me,” he repeats when Steve hesitates, wrapping his furry arms around the boy and beginning to pace. “You’re cold, Steve. You shoulda picked him up with a blanket.”

Steve frowns at his scaly hands. “You’re probably right,” he laments.

They eventually get the boy quieted and back to sleep. He clings to Bucky’s fur and doesn’t want to let go. He struggles to put the boy back in his little bed.

“Can’t we just keep him?” Steve asks hopefully.

No, we can’t just keep him,” Bucky hisses. “He’s a human, Steve. We–” He stops, finally detaching the boy from his fur and placing him carefully in his bed. “…We’re not,” he finishes quietly, tucking the boy under his covers.

They take a moment, watching the boy sleep, before returning to the closet.

They peep outside in the morning to find a woman who looks very tired carefully lifting the quiet boy out of bed. She’s got a demon hanging off her back. They think humans call it Depression but Steve and Bucky call it an intruder and chase it off. The woman is much livelier when it’s gone.

Demons keep trying to come into the Stark mansion. Steve and Bucky won’t let them in, no matter how the woman’s husband’s tormented soul calls out to them, because the tot, little Antonio, little Bambino, is too precious to let them even catch a glimpse of him.

mafalopez  asked:

Otayuri speaking on different languages to each other?

This one is a tough for me because I 100% believe that Yuri and Beka speak in Russian to one another? From what I’ve heard (and read), it’s highly likely that Otabek would have quite an extensive knowledge of Russian so it makes sense to me that they would use Yuri’s native language. I do have a few headcannons, tho. 

- Otabek swearing in Kazakh and Yuri just staring at him like ‘wtf you just say’ and waiting for him to translate. 

- Yuri overhearing Otabek on the phone speaking to his family in his native language and being in absolute awe over how the words literally roll off of his tongue and sound so beautifully natural. 

- Otabek telling Yuri that he loves him for the first time in Kazakh and Yuri getting frustrated and yelling when Otabek won’t translate what he’d just said. It takes about a week for Yuri to figure it out and when he does, he doesn’t stop kissing Otabek, repeatedly whispering ‘I love you too’ in Russian to him. 

- Otabek laughing at Yuri when he begins to make up more colourful curse words and terms in Russian and has to explain in English what he actually means by them. 

- Yuri learning Kazakh for Beka, just to make him feel more at home when they finally live together. 

My beautiful multilingual babies. 

A Little Present - Zhang Yixing

Originally posted by thatsbeautifulsoul


Pairing: Zhang Yixing X Reader

Word Count: 1930

Warning(s): Spanking, Daddy Kink, BDSM, Oral, Overstimulation

A/N: Holaaaaaaa, I’m back with another smut for you guys and this one is shorter than the last one….. I think. Anywhoooo hope you guys love this little smut, you won’t be having a dreamless sleep after reading this ;)

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Pillows surrounded us as the movie played softly in the background. His fingertips ran along my spin coming up to play with the ends of my hair. “How was class today, princess?” Yixing whispered. “It wasn’t the best, but you’re here and that’s all that matters.” I smiled. Yixing took my chin in-between his fingers, looking at my lips, then right back at me.

“Mm, you look so fucking good right now,” He bites his lip. I rolled my eyes smiling, when his hand comes down to my hips squeezing it. “Don’t roll you eyes at me again, kitten.” His eyes stared me down. “Yes, daddy,” I nodded, leaning into his touch. “C’mon princess, I have a surprise for you.” He whispered into my ear. “Oh, but I don’t wanna move.” I pouted.

Yixing raised an eyebrow, “You’ll want to move when you see what you have in store with the way your acting.” I sat up quickly, following him up the stairs and into our bedroom. Yixing and I have never really tried kinks, but we’ve talked about them. Anytime things become intimate, they are not rough, I could tell it was love, not something meaningless, nevertheless Yixing would ever treat me like that. “Tonight, we’re trying something different kitten.” He said while grabbing my hips. I nodded, and sat on the bed.

He went to the closet, pulling out a box from the top shelf, and set it on the side table. He pulled out a blindfold, a few ties, and left the room again. I knew not to get up and follow him because if I did, that would not make Yixing happy. He came back with a cup of ice, no water, just ice. “Um, why do you have ice?” I questioned. “Don’t speak unless I give you permission, princess.” Yixing demanded.

He walked over to me, removed my shirt while kissing my neck “Now, you know I barely punish you nor do I like too, but that’s going to change kitten,” He whispered against my neck. “Yixing, what-” I was cut off by being flipped around. “I’m sorry, what did I say?” Yixing said. “Not to speak unless you give me permission.” I answered. “That’s right, princess, and what did you do?” He asked. “I spoke without permission.” I could tell he was pleased by this.

“Good girl, but, you still defied the rules, you know what that means right?” I nodded as he spoke. “Now, lay across my thighs,” He motioned. I whined quietly, knowing that this night was not going to be anything like I thought. “I want you to count okay, baby girl?” He said. I nodded, as I suck in a breath preparing for whatever was going to happen.

Yixing landed a slap upon my right cheek, a whimper falling from my lips as I let myself clutch onto his leg, my body immediately relaxing into the sensation that is going to be driving me up the wall soon. “One,” I whispered, barely above a whisper. Another slap on my left cheek, making my nails dig into the rough material of Yixing’s jeans. “Two,” I whimpered. “Good girl,” He whispered kissing my spine. The slaps continued until tears filled my vision, “Ten,” I sniffed.

Yixing let me sit up, as he wiped my tears away, “See it wasn’t so bad now was it, princess?” He cooed. “No, daddy.” I said. “Good, lay back,” He Instructed. I laid back, letting the cool sheeting sooth my red ass. “Hands up, we are not quite done yet,” Yixing said while taking my hands and tied them together to the head board.

Yixing only ever tied me up once, and god did I love it. I bit my lip in anticipation, waiting for whatever was next to happen. “To make things interesting, I’m going to blindfold you okay, kitten?” He said, grabbing the purple fabric from before. My eyes were covered, seeing nothing, I mean what did you expect? His fingertips slid down my body making goosebumps arise to my skin.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” Yixing breathed, kissing every part of my skin. I felt something cold being dragged down my skin and rested on my stomach. His lips touched mine for a passionate kiss as his hand snaked down inbetween my legs. At the first flick of my clit, I cried out into Yixing’s mouth, my hips grinding into his hand. He slipped a finger into me, pumping slowly. The pace of his finger was driving me mad, making me squirm underneath him.

“Stay still, princess,” Yixing ordered. It was one of Yixing’s rules; I couldn’t move or he’d stop touching me, even if it was during one of my treats. I tried my hardest not to move, but I accidentally bucked into his hand when he pressed against my g-spot. He immediately took his hand away from me, sucking  his finger between his lips.

I could tell Yixing was smirking by the way he kept pacing around the bed. “Wanna tell daddy what you want, baby girl?” He said. “I want your tongue, I want your cock, fuck daddy I want it all,” I was not ashamed. “Such a dirty mouth for a pretty little girl,” He chuckled. “You want my tongue huh, kitten?” Yixing daunted, removing the blindfold. I nodded, blinking trying to adjust to the light.

I felt his lip wrap around my clit, lightly flicking it a few times. I inhaled deeply only to exhale with a moan as he continued his actions. He released me from his mouth, looking me right in the eyes as he entered his finger in, again. A long whimper came out of my mouth as he moved his fingers again. “God, you look so fucking sexy withering under my fingers,” He smirked placing his lips on my clit again. He pushed another finger in, making my orgasm come into play. “Daddy, please can I cum?” I moaned.

“Go ahead princess, be as loud as you want,” Yixing  mumbled. “Look at me,” he orders. Already used to taking orders from Yixing, I immediately look at him. “Mm, daddy,” I whimpered. My legs shook around Yixing as he held them open, making me ten times for sensitive. “Fuck, you taste so good,” Yixing moaned. My chest rose and fell as I caught my breath, but I sucked in another breath when he rubbed his tip against my entrance.

“You want it, baby? Tell daddy how much you want it,” Yixing said. “Daddy please, fuck me I want your cock, please.” I begged. He grinned slamming into me. My wrists pulled at the restraints, sure to give me some type of burn. He held my hips as he fucked me into oblivion “Princess, I can tell you’re ready to cum any minute,” Yixing moaned. “Daddy, I am,” I said.

“Oh Yixing, yes daddy fuuuuck” I yelled, unable to control my body anymore, my gaze on his as he watched my face contract at the same time my walls did around his cock. When I finally came down, breathing heavily, I found myself more tired than I’ve probably ever been after such an experience. Forcing my body not to move and having to absorb pure pleasure was actually much more exhausting than I’d have thought. Yixing  must’ve noticed too as he gently stroked my cheek, before kissing his way down my stomach, then back up again to my ear. “I’m impressed, you’ve done so good baby girl” he whispered, “but we are not over.”

I shook my head, not able to take anymore pleasure. “Kitten, if daddy says more, you know what it means,” He smirked. “Daddy, I-i can’t,” I couldn’t even talk. “Yes you can, and you will baby,”  said. I saw Yixing pull out the white toy, which intimidated me more than it should have. “You remember this one princess?” He said showing me the toy, “I know this is your favorite, so tonight, we’re going to play with it.”

“Daddy, please don’t I can’t handle it.” I whined. “Sounds like you wanna make the rules, is that how it goes princess?” He asked. “Sorry, daddy,” I said. Yixing turned on the vibrator to a low setting and dragged it all over my body, making me shiver. “Baby girl, this is suppose to relax you, not tense you up.” He chuckled, feeling my reaction.

My legs immediately closed around the vibrator when Yixing set it on my clit. “Keep ‘em open for me princess,” He pushed my thighs apart. My back arched off the bed as my orgasm hit me like a bucket of bricks. “There you go baby, just like that.” Yixing cooed. My body caved in, my feet dragged on the bed while he put the vibrator on a higher speed.

“Oh daddy!” I yelled, my whole body shook in euphoria as I came around the toy. “That’s my good girl, cum for daddy.” Yixing groaned. My toes dragged against the bed, as I came around the vibrator and profanities left my mouth. “Daddy, daddy fuck,” I moaned. Yixing took the vibrator off only to lick my clit again. I was already in a state of sensitivity.

“God, you’ve done so well kitten,” Yixing said, beginning to untie my hands. “But now, I want you to suck me off like the good girl I know you are,” He growled. I was already out of energy when Yixing pulled me up. I stared in awe at Yixing’s cock, probably drooling. “Stop staring princess,” He chuckled. I bit my lip, taking his cock in my hand, slowly pumping it.

Yixing groaned, “C’mon princess, you know I don’t like waiting.” I smiled up at him, kissing the tip. With my tongue broad and flat, I licked the whole length of him, making eye contact. I alternated between sucking, swirling my tongue one way and then another, and flicking it lightly. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, and move it up and down in time with the movements of my mouth. I ran my nails on the inside of his thighs, making Yixing whimper. “Fuck princess.” He grabbed my hair.

“Princess, s-stop I wanna cum in that pretty little pussy of yours.” Yixing groaned, unable to hold his moans in. I took him out of my mouth, “Daddy, I have a question.” I trailed. “What is it, baby girl?” He asked. “Can I ride you, daddy?” I asked shyly. “You wanna ride daddy? Well, I suppose that’s fine.” He chuckled. Yixing laid on the bed, cock in hand as I walked over to him.

He cupped my breasts in his hands, groping and tugging roughly. “Yes, daddy,” I moan, burying my face into the crook of his neck. “Oh, God, yes.” “You going to cum for me, baby girl?” “Mmmhmm.” “Come on, baby, cum for me.” My orgasm rockets through my body, sending me into a state of frenzy. Moans and curse words slip out of my mouth. I continue to rock my hips against Yixing as I come down from my high, milking my orgasm for as long as possible.  “There you go, baby.” Yixing whispered in my ear as I fell against his chest. I got off of him and laid next to him, trying to get my breathing leveled again.

“How did you like your surprise, princess?” Yixing said, wrapping his arm around my waist and putting his head in the crook of my neck. “I loved it daddy.” I barely whispered trying to keep my eyes open.

He smirked. “Glad you loved it, Princess.” That was the last thing he said to me before I fell into a dreamless sleep.

anonymous asked:

I looove your fics so much, your account is absolutely fantastic!! Do you think you could do a HC that's kinda like a part 2 for Daddy!Newt where Newt is hungover and you're telling him what happened the night before and he gets all flustered??

Thank you! So sorry this took so long 💔I got time to answer requests now lol I hope an imagine is ok?

Inspired by this

Master list


Imagine: The day after daddy Newt.

Newt slowly awoke to the smell of coffee, a scent he hadn’t quite gotten used to yet. He never understood what your obsession with the bitter substance was, Americans were odd sometimes. He lazily opened his eyes, and the sudden pounding he felt caused him to sink his freckled face back into the pillow.

“Bloody…” He grunted, wiping a hand over his tired face. It was like a 1000 erumpents had decided to take residence in his skull and trample all over the place. What on earth possessed him to drink so much last night? He could scarcely remember it anyway, but he’d likely suspect Jacob was behind this.

“Oh, you’re finally up.” You walked into the room, clad in only a silk robe that Newt had grown rather fond of on you. The wizard blinked in your direction, eyes squinting against the rays of sun that flooded into the room.

“My darling…” His voice was raspy with sleep, but he still managed a soft smile as you sat next to him. You took a sip of your coffee, laying it on the dresser and offering him a pill, and warm tea.

“Here Mr. English guy, warm tea and a pill that supposedly helps hangovers.”

Newt took them both gratefully, and he swallowed the pill quickly with a sip of tea. “What exactly occurred…last night? I hardly remember a thing.”

At that, your eyebrow raised in amusement, and you gazed at him over the rim of your coffee mug. “Oh, this is rich. You don’t remember, my sweet sweet hufflepuff?” You teased, loving the way his cheeks tinted a shade of pink. It was far too amusing how he dialed from 0-daddy after just a few whiskeys. Even more so that he didn’t remember it at all. You certainly did though, your neck was bruised with love bites, and your inner thighs were still very sore from his love making.

Newt looked on a bit concerned now, because judging by your tone something definitely happened.

“Darling?” He asked, trying to get an answer out of you.

But, you simply smirked, moving from his side towards the shower. “It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with….” You looked over your shoulder, slowly undoing the tie to your robe as you started to shrug it over your shoulders, gaining the wizard’s very intrigued attention. And just as he waited for the robe to fall off your body, you winked at him and spoke. “Daddy.”

The tea he had just taken a sip of spewed out of his mouth, his eyes wide, and mouth agape as he looked at you. His cheeks were more than a shade of pink now, and it took all of you not to double over in a fit of giggles.

Maybe it was the sound of your sweet voice saying that word, or maybe it was the pill that undid the pounding in his head, but Newt was beginning to remember small…or maybe large details of last night. Something about your legs wrapped around him, maybe a sink, or the taste of whiskey mixed with sex. All he knew, was that some secret desires might have slipped his drunken tongue.

You chuckled heartily, and you skipped over to him, your robe opening up and revealing the very body he remembers tangled around him last night. If it wasn’t for the strong shame he felt right now, he would’ve torn the rest of that damned thing off of you and taken you right there.

“Aw, honey…don’t be ashamed.” You straddled his waist, arms wrapping around his neck as you beckoned him to look up at you. “Besides…” You dipped your head, biting your lip as you leaned into him. “I kinda like callin’ you daddy…”

Beneath the thin fabric of the sheet hanging around his waist, you could see the twitch of his cock. He was clearly becoming affected by your flirting, and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring down. There was something tantalizing about the way the sheets hung around him, and you could see just the beginnings of the red hair he had down there. You wanted, no needed, him so badly now, and you were beginning to think the daddy kink wasn’t just his thing. You glanced up at him, eyes sparkling with desire.

“Do you think…you could remind me of last night too, daddy?”

Newt’s heart was going a mile a minute, and he let out a low growl at your words. He never meant for you to find any of that out, but now…well, now you were far too tempting to ignore. He blushed deeply, and even though he managed to keep eye contact with you, his words stumbled a bit as he turned you over roughly on the bed.

“D..Daddy can do that…”

And he bowed down, pinning your hands to the bed as he took your lips in a hard kiss.

(This gif of Eddie is dayummmmm son)

if you love me, call it blasphemy. i am the first bad thing your god ever made.

your hands on my wrists feel like letting a lighter burn even the marrow of my stained bones. i imagine sometimes that i see you in crowded places and i don’t know if i am having a panic attack because of it or if i just need time to recover from the knowledge that you will never be waiting around the next street corner. your voice could carry across solar systems if it said my name.

we all begin to heal when Leto returns to greece. Zeus tells me, on a pale night with awe on his tongue, that she tastes like petrichor and brine. she tastes like love.

the truth of it is that i do not know what truth is. there is a pocket universe somewhere where everything happens in a straight line and we kiss under a sky devoid of even the idea of stars. things are messy here and contradictions can both be true. you could kiss me anyways.

Revali x Reader: Common Ground

A/N: Don’t tell me your favourite characters, I will use them against you. Both @mercer-safehouse​ and @blueevileye​ made this mistake, however, as I was feeling merciful, I wrote fluff versus angst. Have at it.


“I swear to Hylia if you don’t keep breathing down my neck, I’ll pluck off all your feathers while you sleep.”

The target is across the river, a camp of Bokoblins and Moblins turning in for the night. The path between the Dueling Peaks isn’t especially dangerous but reaching Fort Hateno before the end of the week is paramount. Large numbers of enemies are marching upon it, and between Zelda’s quest to awaken her power, these kinds of distractions are not needed. Urbosa has already taken Zelda south through Faron, while Daruk and Link plan on crossing over Mable Ridge. In all this, you are saddled with Revali, as the two of you are nearly equals in aerial combat and his ability to create updrafts makes your archery skills even more of a boon. However, of all the regal birds in Hyrule, Revali is something of a parrot singing his own praises, disparaging others with his rapid fire tongue.

“You may be quick with threats, but I’ve yet to see you actually go through with them.” Revali sneers, the tips of his feathers tickling your arms. “It’s an easy shot, what’s got you so concerned?”

“Nothing. Now, quit bothering me and scout ahead, birdbrain.”

“Rude little Hylian.”

Revali takes a step back and you hear the wind whistle around him, carrying him high into the night sky and out of sight. The moonlight provides ample light, you pull back your arm and aim for the heads of the Bokoblins, they’ll go down the easiest. The first shot hits its mark, a burst of purple and black miasma singles the death of the vermin along with a high-pitch whine. The following three shots sink into skulls, but the fourth glides over a Moblin and strikes the rock of the mountain. At least you weren’t using Bomb Arrows, but close combat has never been a strong suit; the Moblins stir the rest of their allies and a trio of Lizalfos slither out from behind a line of crates. You clumsily notch an arrow as they take to the water, running backwards onto the path. The arrows spears one through the chest, but it clamours on after you, flicking out its tongue and knocking the bow from your hands.

You yank the broadsword from your belt, reaching awkwardly for your shield before the tongue wraps around your legs. Instinct forces your sword up, blocking the Lizal Boomerangs as they crash down over you. A Moblin arrow meant for you instead takes out one of your attackers, setting a Lizalfos on fire and driving it towards the river. It doesn’t make, exploding in a puff of empurpling darkness. It’s enough of a distraction, you throw yourself up and knock a Lizalfos back, slashing once – twice – three times before it falls over. A Fire Arrows burns over your shoulder, eating through your tunic with a hiss. The last Lizalfos jumps from side to side, you finally grab your shield and meets its awkward gaze. Its mouth opens, you dodge the flick of its tongue and drive it back, jamming the broadsword deep into its abdomen, using it as a shield. The Fire Arrow sears its flesh, its claws scotch your arms like tempered blades; you fight the wave of nausea that rolls over you long enough to pull out and duck behind the other mountain. You can’t go back for the Falcon Bow, not with the threat of Fire Arrows – the Lizal Bow will have to do. You’ve still got a bundle of Bomb Arrows from Beedle, hopefully the Moblins go down fast and you can regroup with Revali. Speaking of which –

“Having trouble, Hylian?”

You don’t even see the arrows fly, just the simultaneous thuds of the Moblins dropping onto the ground. Revali glides down with a self-satisfied grin.

“Shall I collect the materials or would you like the honour?”

You chuck a Lizalfos Tail at his head, growling when he dodges and chuckles.

“I suppose I’ll have to do it. The way towards the stable is clear, by the way. You’re welcome.”

“Go suck an egg.”


Not many people have seen Rito apparently, so the staff crowd Revali as he perches on the bed fixing his precious bow. He’s regaling them with some tale of his amazing feats, drinking in the attention a preening like a songbird.  You’re sitting on the floor a few feet away against the mattress of your bed, trying to avoid everyone’s eyes as you apply aloe to your burns.

You should’ve gone with Daruk. Link has so much more patience with Revali, won’t give in to the Rito’s quips and infuriatingly engaging tone. Revali has the voice of someone begging for backtalk, he seemingly always has something to say and it’s always the final word. At least Daruk would keep second guessing your abilities, the playful rivalry is fine but the nagging

“Are you alright? You’ve been awfully quiet over there.”

“Just fine, thanks.”

“You’re sure? I was just about to tell them how we took down that Lynel in the North Tabantha Snowfield –”

We didn’t. You did. Don’t feign modesty on my account.”

The stable goes silent, a mattress creaks and then Revali pushes through the assembly of eager listeners, leaning over to look at you.

“You’re injured? Sorry, dears, but my companion needs me.” Revali raises an eyebrow as the listeners look awkwardly between them. “Go on, shoo.”

“I don’t need you.” You protest as everyone turns away, flinching when Revali lifts your leg up and examines a burn curled around your ankle.

“You do realize a Lizalfos’s tongue is coated in a highly active acid, right?”

“…have at it, clearly you know best.” You slid the canister of burn gel over and fold your arms over your chest, refusing to meet his emerald gaze. He pulls up your pant leg with a soft sigh, dipping his feathers into the gel and gently applying it against your skin. You hiss at the initial contact, chewing your bottom lip as the burn stings. Revali pulls a roll of bandages from his pack and takes his time wrapping your ankle, tying the first knot tightly.

“Not that I mind your vitriol,” Revali says. “It’s charming, in its own strange way, but you seem…off.”

“I’m fine.”

He ties the second knot tighter, leaning forward with a frown.

“Don’t lie to me, (Y/N).”

“I’m not, you’re just reading into things. Stop being so nosy, damnit.”

Revali stands up, wiping his feathers on a nearby blanket, and then digs into his pack for section of coiled rope. He grabs the cuff of your shift and hauls you onto your feet, tying the rope around your waist and proceeding to drag you outside.

“What are you doing? Quit pulling me, I’m not a dog.”

“Of course you aren’t,” Revali rolls his eyes. “Just frustratingly stubborn. Please don’t squirm, I’d rather avoid dropping you.” He ties the other end of the rope around his waist, creates and updraft, and suddenly you are far above the ground. The stable staff runs out to watch, cupping their hands around their eyes as if to see you better, but Revali keeps going higher and higher until the thin grey mist of clouds obscures you both. The moon, big and bright and far too close, seems to leer at you.

“What is your problem?!”

“I’ve been nothing but charitable.” Revali sniffs. “You’re the one being difficult.”

“Says the asshole whose flown hundreds of feet in the air with  only a flimsy length of rope to keep the flightless one from falling to their death.”

“This is Sheikah-brand rope. It won’t snap and you won’t fall.”

“Then what in Hylia’s name is this supposed to be?”

Revali looks down at you, the moonlight does weird things with his face, making it seem infinitely more handsome than usual. His navy-blue feather shimmer like dark sapphires while the white edges glow like pearls.

“This is getting your full attention.”

“No kidding.”

“I’m being serious, (Y/N). You’ve been distracted and I’d like to know why.”

You look down at the surroundings forests, smaller mountain ranges, as if hoping to see any of the others close by. Revali waits, the updraft swirling strongly, breezing between your clothes and skin.

“Can we continue this on the ground, it’s cold up here.”

“(Y/N).”

“I’m serious, I’m not dressed for this and I really don’t need them gawking at us.”

A fire’s been lit, the stable staff are carrying torches and walking around for a better look. Revali relents with another roll of his eyes, gliding away from the updraft and carefully bringing both of you back onto the ground. The two of you ignore the questioning gazes and return inside, reclaiming your belongings and choosing beds beside each other. Revali bends and returns your bow with a quiet nod, though before you can grab it, he pulls away and begins examining the wood. Frowning, you watch his feathers fall into the scratches and grooves, he clicks his tongue and pulls out a small container of lacquer.

“You talk.” He instructs, turning the bow over. “Honestly, this is a mess.”

“We can’t all be perfectionists, Revali.”

“It has nothing to do with being a perfectionist, but it has everything to do with being a professional. Stop deflecting.”

He shoots a glare your way before lacquering up your bow, switching his gaze between your face and his work.

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Try the beginning.” He replies dryly.

“Well, my mother loved my father an awful lot, so one night they decided –”

“Too far back. Try again.” He sighs. “Cheeky brat.”

You lean against the wall, the pillow cushioning you from behind, and sigh. Part of the worry originates with Zelda. The kingdom whispers of the princess of failure, no matter how the King ensures his people that everything is being done to stop Calamity Ganon. She’s visited the Springs of Power and Courage with no results, and as her seventeenth birthday looms, the Spring of Wisdom will finally be open to her but…

Link has the Master Sword. He is the Hero of Legend whether he likes it or not. The Divine Beasts have been mastered by their respective Champions. The Guardians have been deployed and are controllable but…

“I have my doubts about this whole thing. If it’s worth it.”

“We all do.” Revali admits. “Some of us are better at hiding it.” He looks up, a strange sense of sincerely floods his expression.

“The great Rito warrior has doubts? Will wonders ever cease…”

“I’m not well-liked at home, I’ll have you know.”

“Really.”

Revali nods, adjusting his position so he’s more on the bed. The smell of lacquer fills your nostrils, but it’s different from what you’re used to. The Rito are master archers but wind will carry any scent, so the lacquer they produced to keep their bows strong is scentless, for the most part; you can’t help but think of freshly fallen snow.

“Though I am their best, I suppose my bravado is, at times –”

“Overbearing? Frustrating? Annoying?”

“Excuse me but I was talking.” Revali scolds, reaching out and ruffling your hair. “I am bit much, aren’t I? Their loss. Anyway, being the best and not appreciated does bother me. But what bothers me more is failure, that this whole ordeal will prove fruitless…that I will be nothing more than a memory.”

He scoffs, placing the bow on the ground with a yawn.

“Or worse yet, that my people will forget me entirely. Could you imagine? Nothing more than a name the elders would remember in passing.”

“I don’t think anyone could forget you, Revali.”

“I’m touched.” He moves one wing against his chest. “Now you.”

“Am I…good enough?”

Revali’s eyes widen, he opens his mouth for a retort or maybe a gentle barb, but can’t muster up the strength to speak. This would be opportunity enough for you to make jabs at him, call him out for all his bullshit bravado and ego. But you can’t.

“Link and the princess already represent the Hylian people, Princess Zelda has also great knowledge of the Sheikah technology so…is there even a point to my being here? You’re the master archer, I don’t… I shouldn’t.”

“You are absolutely worth it.”

You look up, not realizing your gaze had fallen to the ground, and Revali leans in earnestly.

“You absolutely have a purpose here. Who else can stomach Daruk’s cooking? I certainly can’t, and you have consistently talked him out of using rocks.”

“But –”

“Need I remind you that Mipha is an unabashedly adorable introvert? Beyond Link and the princess, you got her talking to the rest of us.”

“Well, I –”

“And another thing.” Revali says coyly. “You have sparred with Urbosa, a trained Gerudo warrior, and have not died.”

“She’s never going to want to kill me, you goof.”

“You never know.” Revali shrugs. “Furthermore, you’ve put up with me pretty well despite my…”

“Overwhelming ego? Annoying and frustrating sense of pride? Your unabashed need to critique everyone?”

“My, my. I’d say that bothered you some, songbird.” Revali freezes, you can practically hear the realization hit him square in the face. “Have I…contributed to your doubt?”

The flat look on your face serves as an ample enough answer.

“…you could have mentioned this sooner.” Revali mumbles.

“I thought I was being pretty damn obvious. I’m always in a bad mood after I talk to you.”

“I thought I’d tired you out.”

“You do.”

“Oh.” The Rito casts a look around the stable, anyone staring immediately turns away.

“Look. I’m not mad at you, not really. Our personalities clash, that’s fine, but if you could just tone it down a bit, you can continue teasing me. But nicely!”

Revali swings his head around with an unreadable expression, he folds his arms over his chest and sighs deeply through his nose. After a moment, he stands up and comes to sit on your bed, eyeing the bandage he tied around your ankle.

“I still need to apologize. If I’m going to be remembered at all, I want to be remembered well.”
“OK…?”

“So, I’m sorry.” He bows his head. “You hairless wrinkly monkey.”

“That’s it. I’m having roasted chicken tonight.”

(Y/N)!”

Just How I Like It

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Stiles x Isaac

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 2,768

Originally posted by m-atilda


           I glance up at her, scribbling in her notebook, and her tongue is peeking out of the corner of her mouth slightly.

           Isaac comes up behind her, whispering something in her ear and she looks startled. She jumps in her chair, slamming her notebook closed before shoving it away from her slightly.      

           “So what have you found so far?” He asks me and I look up quickly.

           “Nothing. I’ve found nothing, absolutely nothing.” I grumble in irritation while tugging at my hair in frustration. “What about you, Y/N? Did you find anything useful? You’ve been writing in your notebook non-stop for like an hour.”

           “Oh, just a few things, possible ideas. Nothing too useful yet, definitely nothing share worthy.” She say quickly, inching her fingers towards her notebook that’s made its way closer to my side of the table. “Anyways, I just remembered that my mom needed me to go run some errands while she’s at work so I’m just going to go.”

           She grabs the notebook quickly and stuff it into her backpack before swinging the bag over her shoulder and leave the library before I even have time to say goodbye.

           “Well, someone seems a little jumpy.” Isaac remarks, raising an eyebrow at her empty seat and I shrug, pulling my notebook towards me. “Alright well Scott and I are going to go and see if we can catch the Alpha pack’s scent so I’ll catch you later.” He adds, getting up from his seat, and I nod at him in farewell.

           I flip the notebook open and am greeted with Y/N’s neat handwriting. My eyebrows furrow in confusion, wondering if maybe she added some things into my notebook to combine out notes together.

           He slides a finger into her, his thumb rubbing against her clit and she throws her head back. “Fuck, right there Stiles,” She says, moaning in satisfaction.

           I scan along the page, reading a few sentences here and there and my face flushes immediately when I see my name, and my dick tightens in response.

           Holy shit. I think to myself when I realize what I was holding in my hand. Y/N hadn’t been doing research for the past hour, she’d been writing smut. My eyes scan down along the page again, reading a bit more and I shift in my seat; very, very detailed smut. I take a shaky breath before shoving everything into my backpack and rushing out of the library to my car, anxious to head home and read the rest of the holy grail that I’ve stumbled on.

 **********************

           I search through my backpack frantically, dumping everything out on to the floor desperately looking for my notebook. Finally I find it, flipping it open and all I see if a messy scrawl scribbled all over the pages. A sense of panic surges through me as I stare at the endless notes on possible leads and various supernatural creatures that could be in Beacon Hills. I bite my lip, trying to breathe in slowly, desperately trying to contain my freak out. This is Stiles’ notebook, and if I have his notebook then that means that he more than likely has mine and I hope to God he hasn’t opened it yet.

           I grab my keys off of my desk and run down the stairs of my house. I’m out the front door and in the driver’s seat of my car within a minute. I pull out of the driveway and make my way to Stiles’ as quickly as possible. I pull up in front of his house, jumping out of the car and slamming the door behind me.

           I’m panting slightly when I get to the front door, banging against the wood loudly. I tap my foot anxiously, waiting for Stiles to open the door. Finally, the door budges and I see Stiles staring back at me in surprise.

           “Y/N?”

           “I have your notebook, figured you might need it.” I say quickly, holding it up to show him and he quirks an eyebrow at me.

           “Come on in.” He turns away from the door and I hurry in behind him, turning to close the door.

           “Right so you probably didn’t even notice you had the wrong notebook,” I start to say as the door clicks shut and he presses up against me, pushing my chest tightly against the door. His hands smoothing over my hips as he moves my hair away from my neck and presses a few soft kisses to the skin there and I feel like I’m going to melt. “Stiles, what are you doing?” I ask breathlessly and it comes out in a soft moan and my head falls back against his shoulder.

           “Nothing,” He whispers against me, his tongue tracing patterns against my skin before tugging my earlobe in between his teeth. “Just let it happen.”

           I try to convince myself to pull away from him, to stop this and find out why he’s doing this, but all I can think about is how good his hands feel against my body. He slides his hands up, cupping my breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently and I let out a mewl of pleasure. I can feel him harden as he presses roughly against me, his erection digging into my hip before he turns me around to face him.

           I look at his face, searching for answers but all I can see are his eyes dark with lust; staring back at me as if he had been wandering the desert and I was the only thing that could quench his thirst.

           His hips press against mine as he leans towards me, pausing for a moment just millimeters from my lips, flicking his gaze up to meet mine as if to see if I’m going to stop his and I bite my lip unintentionally. A look of pure lust washes over his face and a low growl escapes from this back of his throat before he slams his lips against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he grabs the back of my thighs, lifting me up as if I weight nothing. I lock my legs around his waist and he keeps me pressed tightly against the wall, pinning me there.

           He tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth, sucking on it and I moan against his lips. He uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, battling against mine before exploring the inside of my mouth as if he wants to taste every inch of me. My hands make there way from the nape of his neck into his hair and I fist my hands into his messy brown hair, causing him to groan in appreciation.

           He holds onto me tightly, walking us up the stairs, his lips never disconnecting from mine. When we get up to the second floor he makes his way across the hall, kicking the door to him room open. He drops me onto his bed and I lie there panting slightly.

           “Stiles,” I whisper, still trying to catch my breath and his lips are on mine again, silencing me. His begins kissing along my jaw and down my neck and I tilt my head to allow him better access. “We need to talk about this.” I say, barely able to get the words out before I moan again.

           “No we don’t,” He mumbles against me, “Think about it later.”

           He continues kissing down my neck, pulling down the collar of my t-shirt before planting a few soft kisses along my clavicles, and tracing his tongue along where the bone is visible. His hands slip under my t-shirt, his warm hands caressing up my stomach before he tugs it over my head.

           Once my shirt is off he looks at me in awe, my bra pushing up my breasts making them swell, and he begins tracing his thumbs over the simple black lace. He nips gently at the newly exposed skin, sliding his tongue down along the valley of my breasts and I whimper. I arch my back and his hands reach around me to unclasp my bra and pull it off of me.

           “Holy shit, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He groans and I can feel a blush coloring my face. He presses his hands against my chest, kneeding my breasts and I can feel my nipples harden under his hands. He takes a hardened peak into his mouth, sucking on it and I moan, dragging my hand through his hair before pressing his face tightly against me. “You’re tits are fucking perfect.” He rasps, his voice thick with lust as he takes my other nipple in his mouth and all I can do is moan in response.

           “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He moans, trailing open mouth kisses down my stomach and I whimper. In one smooth motion he’s pulled my skirt and panties down, leaving me bare to him. I shiver as the cold air hits my core where wetness is quickly pooling.

           He sucks roughly against my hip, leaving a dark purple mark before repeating the same action on the other side. His lips work over the inside of my thighs and I squirm in anticipation of him getting to where I need him most. Slowly, his mouth moves nearer and nearer to my core.

           “Stiles, please,” I plead, my need for him mixing with desperation.

           “What’s wrong baby girl?” He breathes against me and I shudder at the feeling of his hot breath against my center. “Tell me what you need.”

           “Anything,” I whimper, begging him, “Please just do anything.”

           He sticks his tongue out, licking slowly along my slit from my core to my clit and I shudder against him. He continues sliding his tongue along me languidly, as if he has all the time in the world and it feels like complete torture. I buck my hips against him, desperate for more, and he uses his hands to hold my thighs down as he continues his sweet torture.

           He swirls his tongue around my bundle of nerves and I let out a loud gasp, my head lurching forward as my back arches off of the bed. “You taste so fucking sweet,” He mumbles against my core, sending vibrations shooting through me and I writhe against him. He slides a finger into me, keeping rhythm with his tongue and my eyes roll back into my head at the sensation.

           “Won’t you make some more of those pretty noises I love so much, baby girl?” He asks, curling his fingers inside of me to hit that perfect spot and I let out a loud moan. He pulls his fingers out of me, reaching them out to my lips, offering to me and I open my mouth slightly. He slips his fingers into my mouth and I slide my tongue around them, sucking against his fingers and he looks at me, his mouth slightly wide.

           “Holy fuck that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He says, returning his mouth to my core and I wrap my legs around his head. He continues licking, sucking, and flicking his tongue over me, making it impossible for me to contain my moans when he pulls away from me suddenly and I whimper at the loss of contact.

           He pulls me towards him, pressing his lips to mine, slipping his tongue inside of my mouth and I can taste myself on him. I capture his tongue with my lips and suck on it, making him moan against my mouth. His moan triggers something in me and I tear his clothes off of him. His shirt goes flying across the room as I tug at his pants and boxers, throwing them to the floor once they’re off of him.

           His erection springs up proudly and my eyes widen slightly. I grasp his length in my hands and lets out a sharp intake of breath. I lick a stripe up along the underside of his cock before swirling my tongue around his tip and he moans, his eyes fluttering closed. I take him into my mouth, sliding him all the way to the back of my throat and he thrusts hard against my mouth. I bob my head against him, hollowing out my cheeks and I slide him in and out of my throat, pressing my tongue along a prominent veins and he shudders.

           “Your mouth feels so good, baby girl,” He groans and I moan at the nickname. The sound sends vibrations shuddering through him and he bucks his hips against me. I pull him out of my mouth slowly, sliding my hand up and down his length, pumping his firmly before taking his length back fully into my mouth. “I’m going to come,” He pants and I can feel him twitching in my mouth before a warm liquid trickles into the back of my throat and he throws his head back as his orgasm crashes over him. I slide my tongue along him, licking ever drop of his release before pulling him out of my mouth with a pop.

           “Fuck, I knew you had a wicked mouth but I didn’t realize you could do that,” He pants and I smirk at him. He pulls me towards him, flipping us so that I’m underneath him. “Don’t worry baby girl, I’m going to take good care of you.” He whispers against the shell of my ear, pumping his cock a few times before lining himself up with my entrance.

           He slides into me, slowly, and I moan loudly. “You’re so fucking tight.” He breathes out in a pant as he slides out of me and back in and I whimper.

           “Fuck, Stiles, I need you.” I say, wrapping my legs around his hips and he begins pounding into me. I lift my hips up in rhythm to his thrusts, making it to where he hits that perfect spot deep within me every time and I drag my nails roughly down his back. He holds onto the headboard tightly with one hand, the leverage allowing him to thrust even more deeply into me.

           I can feel the pressure building inside of me, a fine sheen of sweat lining his forehead as he continue to slam into me. I look up at him through half lidded eyes, and he flips us again so that I’m straddling him. I roll my hips against him, riding him quickly and he one hand against my breast while the other hand is quickly rubbing against my clit, quickly bringing me closer and closer to my release.

           “F-fuck, yes, just like that, Stiles,” I moan, my voice coming out raspy and he leans up slightly to replace the hand on my breast with his mouth. He sucks on my nipple roughly as he applies more pressure to my bundle of nerves and all at once my orgasm slams into me. I clench around him, throwing my head back and screaming his name repeatedly, as he continues to thrust into me to prolong my orgasm. My orgasm pushes him over the edge and I can feel him twitch inside me as he begins to pulsate. His eyes close tightly as he comes undone underneath me, releasing with a shudder. He slumps back against the bed and I roll off of the top of him trying to capture my breath.

           He wraps his arms around me, pulling me towards him as my chest rises and falls rapidly.

           “Holy shit that was amazing,” I say, my voice barely louder than a breathless whisper, “It’s like you knew just how I like it.”

           “I read your notebook,” He admits guiltily, pressing a kiss to my temple and I choke on a breath.

           “Oh my god you read it?” I ask, embarrassment flooding my face and he lets out a low chuckle.

           “What do you think gave me the courage to make a move?” He asks and I shrug, “Besides, it was probably the most useful research I’ve ever stumbled across.” He adds, capturing my lips with him and I kiss him back passionately.

           “So, can we talk about everything now?” I ask hesitantly and he nuzzles his face into my neck.

           “What’s there to talk about? You’re mine now and forever. You’ve always been mine.” He mumbles against my skin and my heart drops into the pit of my stomach at his words.

           “Just how I like it.” I whisper, cuddling in closer to him, and he presses soft kisses into my neck before pulling a blanket over us.

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Slytherin!Jungkook Drabble | 01

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,496

Request: When Jungkook gets hurt during a quidditch game, and you want to give him a little extra attention afterwards.

A/N: i was messing around with links and i accidentally deleted this, so i’m just reposting it


A silence swept over the crowd as everyone’s breaths caught in their throats. Your hands cupped your mouth in fear as you watched Jungkook tumble to the ground. Every single one of the stirring brooms in the air ceased to move as they stared down at his body. You ran from your seat, and straight for the wooden edge as tears sprang to your eyes. You feel a hand immediately come down on your back, and you look over to find Yoongi staring back at you with calming eyes.

“Jungkook—” You started, but a sudden whisper began echoing through the mob of people. You quickly tore your eyes from Yoongi and back to the open field, and that’s when you see it. You see the movement of his body as he began to shakily stand up from his position on the ground.

Instant relief floods your heart, and you feel the corners of your mouth twitch into a smile, when suddenly Jungkook raises his hand in a closed fist. You, along with everyone else gasp when you recognize the pose, and you’re all already jumping around like idiots when the announcer finally booms the words of victory.

“Jeon Jungkook has caught the snitch, Slytherin wins!” The wave of black and green immediately erupts, the screams of joy completely deafening on your side of the stadium, and you can’t help but laugh at seeing the noticeable deflation of your gold and garnet rivals from across the field.

You quickly turn to wrap Yoongi in an embrace, which he excitedly returns. You’re smiling from ear to ear when you realize that even though Jungkook caught the snitch he was probably still really hurt. And if he was, there was no way you were going to get to see him tonight to make sure he was really okay. Yoongi must notice your look of distress because you quickly feel a solution being whispered in your ear.


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Leading Suspects - Chapter 18

We now return you to your regularly scheduled murder investigation. With a side or two of smut. ;-)


“Mmph, Peeta?” I murmur, still half asleep as I shove hair out of my face and try to make sense of why I’m aroused, already uncomfortably slick between my legs. His lips caress over my spine, broad palms grazing down my sides. Ah. That’s why. I shiver and grip the pillow beneath my cheek, smiling and content to let him take the lead again. “From now on, it’s illegal for you to wake me any way other than this. Unless you have coffee.”

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Challenge Fic: Habits

written for @txf-fic-chicks challenge: Post episode/ Missing scene

Rating: R

Summary: post-ep for The Erlenmeyer Flask

Thanks to @baronessblixen for the beta. My first story was a little too much fluff even for my taste. So I wrote one, that’s a little closer to my real nature. Enjoy and welcome to the darker side.

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„Oh Scully.“ The breathless whisper on the back of your neck with his chin resting on your shoulder feels almost better than the hands on your hips pressing you further down on his erection.

Almost.

Because it makes you feel in control and with you it’s all about control. You’ve learned to control every need your weak body or mind craves.

At the age of 12 you gave in to the need of smoking, because everyone did. At 13, you learned to control the addictive habit and have not had a smoke ever since.

At 16, you began controlling your food, almost becoming an anorexic along the way. At 18, you knew the fine line between eating what was good for your body and what was not.

In college, alcohol became your new project. You got drunk every night for two weeks, enjoying the freedom it gave you. The possibility to not be good little Dana for a while. By the end of the two weeks you decided to not drink anymore. To deprive yourself of that freedom.

All of these things had one thing in common though: You had to know what you would be missing. A deprivation of something you had never tasted was no win. Only if you had to struggle to stay away from something you would come out stronger in the end.

Mulder was something you almost instantly craved. For a little while though, it had looked like you could be partners for longer and you didn’t dare giving in. You valued your partnership more than your basic need.

But then came the call. Mulder telling you in the middle of the night that the x-files were no more and that you were no longer partner. The need grew exponentially.

Forty minutes later you knocked on his door, telling yourself you were only there to check on him because he sounded so devastated. And indeed you asked him how he was before you started taking off your clothes. Mulder, still sad, and now a little surprised, was easily silenced with your lips and tongue trying to befriend his. His brilliant mind still did not set him apart from other men and the little resistance in the beginning soon enough changed into raw hunger.

Later half-dressed and fucking with the urgency usually reserved for teenagers, you started to realize that weaning yourself from your partner might proof to be a little more challenging than any other need before. You just might feel a little too good with him around, either as a lover or a friend.

“God, Scully.” He repeated his awe and desire and you knew you could lose yourself in him.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this.” You offered a little of yourself in return.

“Should have said something sooner.” He joked, while his hand found your breast and started kneading it.

“Couldn’t,” you moaned caught in the moment “not while we were still partners.” You realized your mistake even before the hand stopped kneading and his hips stopped pounding into your body.

“Wait, you wanted this?” This now meaning the closing of the x files and no longer sex. Even dazed by intercourse that man was no idiot.

“I knew it was just a matter of time.” You admitted.

“You knew they would close the x files?” Your legs closed around his hips and you had to hold on for dear life or he would have thrown you off like you were on fire.

“No, but I knew they would separate us.” He was still looking at you with this pained look. “I was supposed to debunk your work. And I knew that when they finally realized I wouldn’t be the one handing them the rope to hang you with, they would find somebody else to do it and take me away.” It took him a moment to digest your words, then anger gave way to disgust.

“So this is your way of saying goodbye.” He was almost spitting the words in your face and you felt yourself blush a little. But you also noticed how he stopped trying to separate your bodies. You looked away for a second to compose yourself. The fight had not been supposed to start till after your need was satisfied. When your eyes met his again you found yourself confronted with a hardened expression. His hands grabbed your buttocks almost brutally and pulled you closer in to him. “Then I guess we have to make it a good one.” He growled before kissing you like there was no tomorrow.

And actually, there was none.

Gift #28, @scventhhorcrux

I might as well split my soul and make this gift into the eighth horcrux. Happy Dralentine’s, @scventhhorcrux!  

Our gifter says:

“It ended up being kind of the abridged version because I couldn’t finish everything I wanted to BUT I hope you like it. It’s full of love from me to… whomever you are~I wish you a very happy Dralentine’s Day!”


May Contain Kumquats - Kumquats are strange. With a sweet rind and shockingly sour juice, they are quite different from most citrus fruits. They are also a particularly apt metaphor for a very strange eighth year at Hogwarts for Harry Potter and his growing friendship with one Draco Malfoy. 8k.

Tags: no smut.

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Through the Dark Comes the Light V

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Originally posted by cestpasfaux24601

Many would consider being early an admirable asset, but in Dwalin, Feather abhorred it. It was just like him to stomp up to the round door of hobbithole with his axes on his back and duty set in his shoulders a full two hours before the rendezvous time. The elf had watched from her hiding place in in a nearby tree, sighing as the familiar bald head disappeared inside. This rendered her plan futile. She had thought if she were to arrive first and to be awaiting the rest, they could not possibly make her go, not that they were the ones she needed to convince.

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BTS’s reaction to you doing a slightly *ahem* suggestive dance:

Jin: “Ah, I’m sorry, honey, I just can’t do it!” Jin groans, crouching over to recover his breath.

“Aww, come on, Jin,” you say, “You were so close to getting it! Let’s run through the choreography just once more.”

He shakes his head. “Maybe tomorrow.” Plodding over to the corner of the room, he grabs a water bottle, and starts gulping.

You let your shoulders sink. “Alright then. But I want to get in a little more practice myself. Do you mind if I stay here for a while?”

“Not at all,” Jin smiles, “Would it be okay if I stayed to watch.”

You pause.

“Sorry,” Jin blurts, “I just thought maybe I could pick up some stuff, watching you. I’ll go, if you want me to.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” you reply, “I’m just not used to being watched when I practice. You’ll have to forgive me when I mess up.”

“My honey? Messing up?” Jin shoots you a disbelieving look.

You just laugh, and head to the laptop, clicking on the song you’ve been working on.

When the music begins, you manage to forget Jin’s there, allowing the melody to pick you up and carry you through the movements. You’re like a well-oiled machine – both sharp, and fluid. As the music draws out its final beats, you slip back to reality, and find Jin staring at you, his mouth hanging open.

“What?”

“I didn’t realise my honey could be so…” Jin trails off, unable to finish his sentence. He doesn’t need to. His face says it all. You’ve lost your innocent image in his eyes. But that’s necessarily not a bad thing…

Originally posted by jinful


Yoongi: “Y/N? Have you seen Y/N?” Yoongi bursts into the practice room where Hoseok and Jimin are stretching.

“She was practicing with us,” Jimin replies, “But she left a while ago. I think she wanted to work alone for a bit.”

“What’s the rush anyway, hyung?” Hoseok asks.

“Nothing,” Yoongi huffs, “I just want to see my girlfriend. Is that a crime?”

“Aww, you were jealous because she was spending time with us, weren’t you?” Hoseok crows.

“Shut up,” Yoongi retorts, a tell-tale blush crawling up his neck.

Hoseok and Jimin smirk.

“Whatever. I’m going to find her.” He slams the door behind him, and begins to work his way down the corridors, peeking through the doors of different practice rooms. Is he too late? Have you left already?

Then he notices the light shining under the last door.

He opens it cautiously, and is greeted by a wave of music, and you sprawled out on the floor, in the middle of a rather questionable move. You scramble up when you hear the door open.

“Yoongi!” You face turns a violent shade of red.

“Please, don’t stop because of me.”

“I can’t believe you saw that,” you hide your face in your hands.

“Don’t pull that now,” Yoongi chuckles, striding over and pulling your hands into his, “You’re only allowed to be sexy or cute. Both is unfair!”

“Can we just forget that happened?” you plead.

“Never.” Yoongi plants a kiss on your burning cheek, and you bury your head in his shoulder.

Originally posted by yoonmin


Hosoek: “Hey! Your expressions are too raunchy!” you shout.

Hoseok pauses his dancing to look at you in confusion. “Huh?”

“You’re over doing it,” you tell him, from your spot on the floor, “You have young fans you know.”

“It’s a suggestive dance, though,” Hoseok whines, “How else am I supposed to do it?”

“I’ll show you,” you say, pushing yourself off from the floor.

As the music starts up again, you begin to copy the riské choreography perfectly: too perfectly. Hoseok watches in awe as you swirl about him, your body riding the chords like a smooth rollercoaster. His brain and his lungs have stopped functioning.

“See? There’s other ways of dancing, without making it overtly sexual,” you say, halting your movements, and giving Hoseok an I-told-you-so look.

“That was way worse than anything I’ve ever done!” Hoseok cries.

“What?”

“You totally exaggerated the worst moves, and your expressions? What was with all that tongue action?”

The blood rushes to your face. “Tongue action?”

Hoseok demonstrates for you, swishing his tongue across his lips. “Just like this!”

“Don’t!” you laugh, pushing him away, “I didn’t do that. Don’t lie!”

“You did too,” Hoseok pushes you back, “You’re a massive pervert!”

“I guess we’re just as bad as each other then,” you giggle, admitting defeat.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Hoseok pulls you into him, and showers your neck and collar bone in kisses.

Originally posted by nekosshi


Namjoon: “Come on, just do it! It’ll be hilarious,” the MC encourages.

Namjoon watches your face anxiously. When the MC had suggested that you show off a ‘sexy dance’ for the variety show, he was unsure how you’d feel about it.

“You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to,” he reassures under his breath.

You give his hand a quick squeeze, then get up from your chair. “Cue the music!”

As a popular tune starts to play, Namjoon can only watch dumbly as you begin to dance along. You start off silly, swinging your hips to the drums, and making faces at the camera. But as the beat picks up, something changes in your face. Now you’re dropping down, you’re back up, you’re over here, you’re over there. Your body movements are smoother than buttercream.

“I can’t watch this! It’s too much!” the MC cries, and the music is cut off. But the live audience are calling out in disappointment when you return to your seat.

“Rapmon, did you know your girlfriend could dance that well?” the MC demands, widening his eyes for dramatic effect.

“I had no idea,” Namjoon admits, scrunching up his face, and hiding behind his hands.

He’s going to have a talk with you when you get off stage. And then he’s going to plaster you with kisses.

Originally posted by baebsaes


Jimin: “Jimin, could you take a look at this choreography I’ve been working on?” you ask.

“Sure, baby!” he smiles. You’re normally too shy to show off your skills, so when a chance like this comes along, he’s ready to jump on it, eager to see the dancing he loves so much.

But, as soon as the first beats start up, Jimin knows that this dance will be different from the others you’ve shown him. Your body begins to blend with the notes, turning to melted chocolate, and each roll, each twist, each flick has Jimin’s heart banging, and his cheeks flaring up.  On the final few chords you fall to the ground, and your body begins to feel out the floor, flowing, stretching, and sinking.

When the music fades, your heavy breathing is all that fills the room, a new kind of melody in Jimin’s ears. “What – what did you think?” you ask, pulling yourself up, and coming to sit next to him. He tries to ignore how your damp clothes cling to you.

“It was good, baby.” It’s so difficult to construct advice when his brain feels as useful as a wet dishcloth. “Um… maybe just pay more attention to your footwork in the second chorus…”

“Okay,” you nod, your eyes serious, “Want me to try it again?” You’re about to get up.

“No, that’s enough for one night!” Jimin tackles you to the floor before you can do any more damage.

Originally posted by suga-com


Taehyung: You are the kind of person that asks to pet strangers’ dogs. You compliment waitresses on their hairstyles, and play on children’s swings, and make daisy chains when the weather is nice. In short, you are the most innocent person Taehyung knows.

So why? Why is it when you dance something changes in you?

The first time Taehyung took you dancing he was shocked. He had been unable to form a coherent sentence the whole evening, and you had remained completely oblivious.

Now, when you suggest going out, Taehyung’s more cautious.

“Why don’t you want to go dancing with me, Taehyungieee?” you moan, burrowing into his shirt as the two of you lie on the couch.

“Because,” Taehyung mutters, “I’m tired.”

“That’s a lie!” you pout, “Just a couple of minutes ago you were jumping about and singing. Are you sure there’s not something else going on here?”

Taehyung sighs, and sitting up, allows you slide into his lap. “Well, I- I, uh, I don’t really like going dancing with you.”

“Why’s that?” You scramble off him.

Taehyung has to start his sentence off a couple of times before he can get his thoughts in any kind of order. “It’s just, when you dance… you can be sort of, kind of, a little bit… sexy,” he admits, “It makes me feel things I’m not used to, and I get all confused and discombobulated.”

You begin to laugh, softly at first, then with your whole body. “Is that all? Sorry, Taehyung, I didn’t even realise I did that.”

Taehyung giggles as well. Not a normal giggle, airy and feminine, but a deep, rumbling sound. “Sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

“That’s fine!” You jump up from the couch and begin dancing to no music, giving him your best come-hither look.

“Stop,” he growls, and with a grin, he stands up and smothers you in a bear hug.

Originally posted by taehanstic-baby


Jungkook: Everything had been going so well. Then this happened.

It all began with a simple ‘dance off’, but things had quickly spiralled downhill, and now Jungkook is watching as his friends crowd around you, offering compliments, and admiring looks. Some even have the nerve to add cheesy flirtations to the brew of unwanted attention.

Why did ‘Something’ by Girl’s Day have to come on? Why did you have to dance the choreography so well?

He can still picture you sinking to the ground, matching the ripplings of your body to the beat. That vision won’t be leaving him any time soon. He had been shaken up by your bravery, and okay, he admitted it: pleasantly impressed.

But your amazing dance skills didn’t give the other members of Bangtan the right to steal you away from him. He watches from a distance as Hoseok bounds around you, and as Namjoon claps a hand on your back. He bites down hard on his bottom lip, trying to stifle his irritation.

Then Taehyung picks up your hands and begins to hop about. “Wah, Y/N’s so good at dancing!” he sings.

Jungkook can’t take it for another millisecond. He pushes his hyungs out of the way, and grabbing your wrist in his blazing hand, he begins to pull you away.

“Jungkook?” you question, “Is something wrong?”

“You’re only allowed to show those kinds of moves in front of me,” Jungkook mutters, his cheeks colouring as he leads you away.

Originally posted by dammithoshi


A/N: Why have I never done these before??? This was so much fun to write! I might have got a bit carried away - that’s why these are so long, heheh…

(I don’t own these gifs)

||❥ the birthday song

m i n g h a o // s c e n a r i o

Originally posted by sailorsoonyoung

word count: 1,564 

genre: fluffy!!! 

request: anon just wanted some minghao fluff! (me too, tf?) so as a hint, the first kiss is the purest kiss :^) 

✎ had some extra time tonight to write this, i know first kiss isn’t very creative but i tried to make it rlly fluffy so hopefully it’s good! 


Minghao is still timid, he is still shy in the most heart-swooning of ways. Maybe it’s because this feeling nestled deeply within his chest is unprecedented, and it brews the conviction that your face is the one he yearns to wake up to every soft and hazy morning. Where his heart pumps the spinning images of you to flicker before his eyelids, there should be more certainty with it. Yet a tenuous voice remains like the creaking of a rocking chair, whispering over the cusp of his ear that he lacks the ability to truly make you happy.

Of course, it couldn’t be more false. If anything Minghao proved to you time and time again that he was the perfect boyfriend to accompany you on the tipsy rowboat of life; his doubts were translucent, and he needn’t glaze over them for even a second.

During the bloom of your relationship, Minghao had learned many things that aided him in being the best boyfriend to grace your presence, and oh boy, did you ever latch onto him like a koala bear afterwards. It was in the manner he initiated holding hands while pattering down a busy street, when the sun would kiss the moon before they ceremoniously switched places. All from a crackle of laughter, traveling to a featherlight glide down your spine, and then the breathy chuckles that preluded his slender fingers just tenderly sweeping your palm. His grip was warm, it was intertwined and secure, but it was mostly the hue of peach that his cheeks became enveloped in. And yours too of course.

He gave the best hugs, and observing his sidled fashion of approaching you at the near dusk of a long day did nothing but bundle your heart in coziness. The goodbye’s would flutter from willow curved lips, and the batter of lashes toward the floor would quickly begin to multiply until his chin was scooting to the crown of your head, arms gingerly curving around your waist as he waited to see if you were okay with such contact, even though it were no more questionable than blowing bubbles from gum.

 Immediately you would become like sap in his hold, cheek cushioned by his shoulder and arms at their rightful place by his neck. It was then he commenced in the soothing passes that hummed up and down a relaxed spine, crooning words a delicate breach in silence that always ushered of how he would miss you until your next date.

You could muse on and on for ages regarding Minghao’s nook in your heart, and as the days trickled by you could only balk one thought that didn’t take interest in resting. Your first kiss as a couple was yet to unfold. Sure there had been occasional lips pressed to cheek, the sensation of plush warmth meeting supple skin enough to imbue blatant melodies in your chest, beating quicker than the red copper swimming through your veins, but it became painfully apparent when you gleaned across him how inconceivably bad you wanted it. The kiss was haunting Minghao too, the expectation to be the perfect boyfriend grappling over his shoulders. Even more so on your beloved birthday.

“Okay, that’s the last season Minghao, you made it!” It was a blithe intoxicated chime that sliced through the episode’s ending credits, your hand shuffling from underneath the blanket to poke his fluffy cheek. The boy had slumped down on the sofa, his eyebrows jumping to a curve while an all satisfied sigh slipped from his lips.

“Be honest, is it really that bad of a show?” You unconsciously pressured, your fingertip still poking at his porcelain cheek that was more alluring than your whole visual combined. Minghao took hold of your squirmy arm and let his thumb sweep between the marble slopes of your knuckles, mustering up an answer that wouldn’t get his pretty face dented.

“Parks and Recreation isn’t that bad, I like the Ron guy the best though.” He was greeted with a quirk of strawberry scented lips, your eyes two pools of articulate appeasement that he could blink into forever. You followed his response with a hair ruffle, expressing your pleased side.

“I knew you would like him, sometimes you’re like his reincarnation.” Minghao squeezed your hand with a snicker.

“Only when Mingyu is around.”

The clock glowing in bright blue underneath the television displayed the time, 11:45pm, and you stumbled upon the sudden realisation that your birthday was fizzling to an end. Minghao seemed to be peering in the same direction as well, his brows pinched together as though he were solving a puzzle in his brain, like he was pondering something that involved the slow amble of time. Your fingers were still interlocked, a gentle thumb pad adorning the valleys sculpted from ivory bone. Then it drifted into the glide of starry eyes tentative in their path of marvelling, especially by the luminous glow that mingled with petal smooth skin and rose purified lips. Minghao was beauty’s number one beholder, and as your last birthday wish, you wondered how he would react to your request.

“Hey Hao,” you hummed in a very careful cadence, “since it’s my birthday and everything, could you maybe sing me the usual happy birthday song?” It would never be your place to push Minghao into doing something if he were ultimately against it, so if your request (and perhaps a little begging paired with sparkly orbs) resulted in denial, your birthday would still be a day to look back on, and rumble over how cherished you felt as every second flicked past. Minghao’s heart had already started swelling, his fingers that fit so perfectly with your own urging to turn clammy.

He shuffled upward on the couch, free hand pushing away locks of rumpled hazelnut. “Is that what you want, like for real?” When your head began bobbing like emerald leaves in a shallow breeze, and your cheeks squished into the widest of grins, Minghao knew the twinge in his chest wouldn’t settle until he had made you the happiest you could be.

“Okay,” he said, a degree of bashfulness controlling the manner in which his head swivelled downward, a coat of pastel pink just beginning to nip at rounded cheeks, “it’s gonna sound awful but… If it makes you happy.” You didn’t want to interrupt him as silence resembled a heavy quilt enveloping the room, his hand pulled into your lap as you soothed his slender fingers. There were indeed nerves brimming like gloss at Minghao’s eyes, but there were also hints of his adoration toward you, making the moment of his rosy lips parting and a sound so smooth and soft flowing off his tongue the most beautiful moment you could wish for.

It became all the dates spent wandering up and down speckled brick streets, the twinkle of neon blue fairy lights hanging from shop entrances and coalescing with moonlight that cascaded from obsidian skies. It became the sweet laughter that emanated from behind closed doors, when fingers poking at ribcages and peculiar phrases flying from tongue seemed like jokes crafted by a comedian. Every second of chin nuzzled into the crown of lily scented hair scorched your vision, until the boy singing one of the most well known songs transformed it into a piece that felt sketched solely for you.

And maybe that was the reason behind you bustling from your dent in the sofa, Minghao’s pupils a glittery galaxy that swarmed with miniature specks of silver and gold. The ending of the birthday song had hardly finished rippling through the silence before the constriction in your chest melted to be the itch in your fingers to trace his jaw, the coo in your heart to card the hair back from his eyes and examine their gleam. And maybe that was the reason behind you brushing your lips together for the first time, so gentle and nothing more than a feather, almost as if you were built upon paper thinner than air. But it wasn’t you who slid a not so timid hand around the nape of your neck, the smooth palm belonged to Minghao, the feelings that burst like a full fledged fireworks display in his chest crackling throughout his limbs.

The only thing he could process while slowly pushing his lower lip between yours that were so sweet and velvet like, was that he squandered too many hours not kissing you, not singeing the taste of strawberry throughout the breadth of his mind and mouth. Your hand slipped down his chest, curling into the fabric of his shirt and innocuously tugging at it upon his minor use of teeth. If your breath would stop wisping into cotton tufts than maybe you would have been able to prolong the session that sat well with silence, but to your dismay, paper lungs were not the best at keeping adoration sealed.

It was a simple peck that bloomed after the well awaited kiss, then another that was short, and another that stretched longer with a resistance to pull away. Until your foreheads couldn’t stop clashing, and the pigment that stained your cheeks glowed brighter than fuchsia, your birthday had come to an end.

“That was okay, right?”

Minghao giggled, his arm curving around your waist, “more than okay. We should do it more often, huh?”

And what a memorable way to end it.  


✎ hope everyone is having a good week, REMEMBER TO TAKE YOUR VITAMINS AND STAY HYDRATED!! I REMIND YALL A LOT BUT IT’S IMPORSNT!!