i always have an awkward hand

Take Your Gatekeeping and Shove It.

So, this past weekend, I took my 11-year-old daughter to SuperCon to meet her favorite actor (and favorite Doctor), Peter Capaldi.

She wore a little blue TARDIS-decorated dress and some Doctor Who pins, and she nearly cried with joy when Capaldi greeted her for the photo op. He was a consummate gentleman and such a sweet and enthusiastic person.

An hour or so after the wonderful photo op experience, she and I were sitting at a table in the food court area.

A burly, older man plopped down nearby.  He looked at my little girl’s outfit, smiled, and said, “Do you even KNOW anything about Doctor Who?”

WTF, dude?

I was too stunned for a second to even respond, so he started right in with the ‘quizzing.’

“Who are the Doctor’s biggest enemies, and what planet does he come from?” this stranger asked.

Now I had moved past shocked and right into indignant/angry/protective mode.

“I don’t want her to be quizzed on something she loves, because I don’t want her thinking she has to prove ANYthing in order to be a fan,“ I told him.

Looking at my daughter, I said “You don’t owe strangers explanations or information, ok?“  She said OK and looked relieved.

Still he pressed on, patronizing grin and all: “Oh, I just want to be sure parents are raising their kids right.” Then he turned to my daughter again and asked “Who was the first Doctor, then?”

I cut him off right there. “No. I don’t want her quizzed. At all.”

Dude blinked in disbelief, sighed, and left about a minute later.

“Thanks,” my daughter said. “He was making me feel awkward.”

I held her hand and looked into her eyes. “Some men think they can have power over you by making you prove yourself. You never have to do it. They’re just insecure and pitiful, so they want to make you feel like it, too.  It’s not only about fan stuff, and it’s not always just men, but be careful not to fall into that trap, ok?”

That crap isn’t harmless fun. It sets up a pattern of approval-seeking, self-justification, self-doubt, and fear of exclusion that is very dangerous for children (particularly girls).

Fuck that.

TL;DR:  Do NOT come at me, my little girl, or anyone in my vicinity with your condescending, gatekeeping bullshit.

The next time, I won’t make the mistake of even TRYING to be polite.

Originally posted by tum-binha

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An anon in my inbox was asking about how the bokuro got together and let’s just say it was an eventful day

Detention

Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 892
Plot: Peter gets put in detention with the reader. Cute note passing ensues.
A/N: I know I said I’d write more Alex Summers but GUYS! SPIDERMAN! I saw it at the movies and it was so good, so pure. I know most of you are out of high school now so this is a #throwback. I tried to make it totally cute.

Originally posted by vintagejosh

Peter slumped against the desk; pushing his forehead against the cool plastic of the table. Detention again; somehow, he always managed to end up back in detention. It wasn’t like he was trying to be here: he just couldn’t catch a break. Turns out fighting crime and writing his biology paper were incompatible things.

The clicking of a pen made him grogilly open his eyes.
A few desks away from him; a girl perched awkwardly on her chair, scribbling doodles onto her notepad. Peter wasn’t sure he’d ever seen her before; he wondered if she was new or just way above his social radar.
Who wasn’t?
But something about the way her mouth pressed together made his head spin. She was unconventionally beautiful; lush hair and kind eyes that tugged his gaze, made his blood prick in his skin. And he thought-
She raised her brow, curiously returning his gaze. Ah, shit. He’d been staring at her like a creepy stalker. How’d he always manage to screw up this bad?
He shifted his gaze immediately to the ceiling; pretending he was checking out the old pieces of tissue that had been lodged into the gaps in the paneling until he thought it was safe.

Something tapped his shoulder; a crumpled piece of paper bouncing across the carpet at his feet. The girl was hastily writing in her notepad again; attempting to look nonchalant, no doubt.
Peter bent down, unfolding the little scrap at his feet.

What are you in for?

Peter bit his lip, rustling into his backpack for his science book. It wasn’t hard to tear out a spare page in a vaguely square shape. He clicked his pen awkwardly, nerves building in his chest.

Busted for no biology homework. You?

He crumpled it, his eyes darting around the room to see if the supervisor was watching. He wasn’t, as usual; he looked about as bored as Peter felt, and seemed to be watching Netflix on his laptop or something of the like. With minimal effort, Peter threw the little piece of paper and managed to get it to roll onto her desk.
She smiled to herself, looking up at him for a brief moment.
Wow. 

Made a model of a volcano. It may have exploded.

Peter looked over, laughter playing on his lips
“Seriously?” he mouthed.
She nodded, a look of disbelief on her face as she thought about the incident.

“(y/n)” the supervisor called, looking up with absolute neutrality plastered across his features “you can go whenever.”
She tapped her fingers on her desk awkwardly.
“I might stay here to study for a bit” she breathed. Peter detected a hint of an accent; her voice was every bit as lovely as he expected “it’s…quieter here than the cafeteria”.
The supervisor shrugged. “Suit yourself”.

(y/n) smiled to herself, wrinkling her nose as she tore off another note and tossed it to Peter.

So, who are you, other than the guy who doesn’t do his homework?

Peter swallowed.

Other than the guy who doesn’t do his homework, I’m Peter Parker. But I prefer the first one.

She laughed, and he felt his heart sing.

“Alright Peter, you’re good to go” the supervisor called out, yawning quietly. Peter stood up slowly, his chair sliding across the floor as he slung his backpack over his shoulder.
(y/n) stared at him, her notepad pressed to her chest.
Peter motioned towards the door, raising his brows nervously.
She nodded, swinging her hair back and throwing her bag on.
Peter felt his heart stutter awkwardly as he made it into the hallway, her footsteps directly behind him.

“I think that guy might have been the most chilled out detention supervisor I’ve ever seen” she laughed, stumbling awkwardly as she tripped over her laces slightly. Peter held out his hand to catch her elbow; the places where his fingers met her skin felt awkward and clammy. 
“Sorry. Clumsy” she breathed, grabbing at the straps of her backpack as they walked in tandem through the corridor.
“Oh, yeah, me too. I’m always…tripping over things. Y’know?” he stuttered, words leaving his mouth in a slush of anxiousness.
Oh my god.
“You’re good at the words thing” she teased, a half-smile tugging at her lips as her eyes lingered on his. Oh man.
“That’s what they say” Peter grinned, slowing his pace so that he didn’t get to his locker in a hurry. He wanted to spend longer just talking; he didn’t want it to end here.
“Well, this is me” she added, scratching the back of her head as she stopped by the doors to the chemistry labs “but it was great to meet you, Peter. I get the feeling it won’t be the last time”.
Peter felt the breath leave his lungs for a second, his face growing hot.
“Yeah, it was nice. I hope you…explode more volcanoes. So we can hang out.”
She grinned, awkwardly spinning on her heels “okay, great”.
“Great”.
And with that, she strode into class, glancing back just once as he waved slightly like an absolute moron.

“Tell me you got her number” Ned gasped, appearing behind Peter and breaking his trance “she’s amazing”.
Peter shoved Ned’s shoulder slightly, turning him to face the other way as they both walked down the hall.
“I’m working on it” he muttered.

The Girlfriend Tag

Originally posted by arophan

Imagine: You and Dan decide to give the fans what they want, and cute video of the internents favourite couple

A/N: I know this isn’t any thing about marvel but I couldn’t help myself, I’ve been watching all of Dan and hil’s videos and getting so many feelis. I just had to. Also I really should be doinf my German coursework, bit too late, Dan is more important

Warnings: Some swearing, implied smut but just fluff really

Word Count: 1955 (got a little carried away)


“Hello internet” Dan starts off with his iconic opener

“Today, I am joined by the wonderful Y/N, who you may also know as my girlfriend!” He exclaimed, giving out a laugh as your cue to jump into the camera view.

“Hey guys” You giggled, getting comfortable next to Dan

“Now you may be wondering what original video I have for you today, and let me tell you, it doesn’t get more original than this”

“We are doing the girlfriend tag!” You almost shouted, causing Dan to let out a rather loud groan.

“Jeez, lets tone it now my channel isn’t used to your happy attitude just yet” He joked, covering his ears

“Just because you literally only have the feeling of embarrassment, doesn’t mean I can’t be happy” You fire back, sending a smirk in his direction.

“Oh God, too much sass. I want Phil back” Your dork of a boyfriend joked

“Shut up, we kind of have a part of Phil with us now” You explained

“Really how so?” Dan played along

“Well, he did do the questions for us to answer”

“God knows what kind of weird stuff he has put in here; I don’t know if you guys have noticed but Phil is like obsessed with sharing our relationship with others. If he isn’t taking sneaky photos of us and tweeting them, then he is jumping into a room when we are together doing a live stream of us.”

As Dan continued to talk about his best friend, you couldn’t help but admire his perfect features. His big, wide smile that would light up a room. His unusually large dimple that you found so adorable. How he is constantly touching and checking if his hair looks okay, which of course it does. And his dark drowns eyes, that you could stare into for days.

“..Y/n?” You were abruptly ripped out of your thoughts by Dan waving a hand in front of your face

“Sorry” You blushed, red staining your cheeks as you realised Dan caught you staring at him and will most definitely keep this part in his video, because, well let’s face it, a bit of an arse.

“What were you so caught up about?”

“Just admiring the view” You jokingly sent back and big wink. Now it was Dan’s’ turn to blush, whist also letting out a laugh

“That was so cringe, I might just have to take it out of the video.” Dan spoke to the camera; he was definitely not taking that part out.

“Right so to start this video I’m going to put my hand into the hat and pull out a question. The questions are basically letting you guys know even more about our relationship and hopefully teaching us a bit more about each other” Dan explained.

“Ohhhh can I go first?” You excitedly asked. You couldn’t help it, there was something so fun about doing a video with your boyfriend.

“Of course”

You dove your hand into the hat, grabbing the first folded piece of paper you felt and pulled it out.

“Alright it says, ‘Where was our first kiss?’” For the second time you felt your cheeks heat up.

“I’m going to be so red this whole video, reckon you could like put a filter on me to make me look better?” You joked, however it wasn’t such a bad idea.

Dan laughed, before saying

“So do you want to answer or me?”

“You do it” You always loved hearing Dan talk about your relationship

“Alright, I remember it was our second date and we were just hanging in the living room eating pizza talking after just finishing up on the X-box. I was so nervous, just thinking about leaning in and possibly facing rejection and ruining it all. But then you made a joke out about anime and I knew I had to do it before someone else snatched you away” Dan smiled at the memory, you beaming right back at him.

“Then he just leant in and kissed me, obviously I didn’t turn down that face and now here we are two years later” You finished, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the fond memory.

“OK, next question” Dan stuck his hand in the hat rather ungracefully causing a few questions to topple out.

“Shit” he mumbled, throwing back three in the hat and reading out the remaining one on the floor.

“Finish this sentence ‘My girlfriend is a complete…..’” Dan stopped to think for a minute, you couldn’t help but anxiously wait for what he was going to say

“…..twat” He finally spoke. This caused you both to simultaneous burst out into a fit of laughter, clutching your stomach you couldn’t be surprised at what Dan said, it was so him. You knew Dan loved you with everything he had, it was very obvious. You guys didn’t have a mushy gushy relationship, it was more full of lots of jokes and banter, you guys were basically best friends,

“You are such and arse, why am I dating you?” You tried to sound upset, but the smile that you couldn’t wipe off your face gave it all away.

“You loveeeeee me really” He rather obnoxiously sung

“Actually Babe, I’m secretly in love with Phil and I only come round to your house on the chance that I will see my one true love” You lied, not helping but feel a bit weird by saying you like Phil, who was basically like a brother to you.

“That’s just mean, and a little gross” He complained

“Yeah I know; I have no clue why I said it” you giggled

“Right, my turn” You plunged your hand into the hat, pulling one out to read.

“‘Who wears the pants in the relationship?’ Ohh that’s hard” You thought.

“I know my answer” Dan said confidently

“Really? Alright let’s say our answers on three. One, two, three.”

This caused both of you to say ‘me’ at the same time.

“You’re kidding me right?” You said in disbelief to Dan

“What? Love, I’m always making the decisions”

“Babe, I literally always have to order for us at the cinema because you’re ‘too awkward to talk to new people’”

“Alright, alright I’ll give you that one, no need to share all my secrets on my channel”

Dan took out another piece of paper from the hat, causing yet again one to fall out.

“God, it’s clear to see who the clumsiest one of us is. And that’s hard because I could fall over standing still” You poked out at Dan.
“Leave me alone, you are so mean. So it says, ohhh this is interesting, ‘who is more jealous’?” Dan read.

“Ohhh, that is” You both took a minute to think about it, recalling moments when the other has been jealous. Most of these moments resulting in some seriously fun times together, and just by looking at Dan and the lazy smirk he wore you knew he was thinking about them. You kicked him in the shins, under the view of the camera causing him to jump a little, then answering.

“I feel like you get jealous more often, but it’s not as intense as when I get jealous.”
“Hmmm, yeah I reckon that’s fair to say.” You repeated, it wasn’t hard constantly having beautiful girls running up to your boyfriend, telling him how hot and sometimes the daring ones flirting with him. However, it had happened a few times when we were hanging around with Dan’s friends and one flirts with you, he gets mad.

“We only have a couple questions left” You sadly exclaimed, not wanting this video to be over.

“Let’s hope we haven’t saved the weirdest till last then!” Dan deadpanned

Grabbing one of the last pieces of paper you unfold it and read,

“‘what do I find really fun, that no one else really does?’” You laughed lightly at this weird question, thinking Dan would need a while on this one.

“You watch pimple popping videos” He answered straight away. You sat there with your mouth hanging open, a blush adorned on your cheeks,

“How did you know that? I always try to keep it on the down low” You exclaimed, shocked and slightly embarrassed that he knew

“Sweetheart, we’ve been going out for 2 years, we’ve been living together for 1, there is little that I don’t know about you”

“That’s kind of creepy and really cute at the same time. I knew I chose you for a reason” You hummed

“I’m not some Pokémon woman, don’t objectify me like that” He fired back

“Shut up and read the last question. Because as much as I love doing videos with you I need to cook us dinner, and get it done so it’s ready when Phil comes back from visiting his family.

“Aw look at you, you are literally the only reason we have survived this long. Anyway, here we go and I won’t knock out another question this time.” He took his time in dramatically picking out the question.

“Oh for god’s sake Phil, he’s such a child. It says ‘when did the two of you first sleep together?’”

A deep shade of red engulfs your face and you looked over at Dan with your mouth wide.

“What the hell, he did not just ask that?” You said shocked.

“Yeah you’re right, I’m joking. Lol” Dan admits, handing over the question for you to read aloud.

“It says, ‘Who/When fist said I love You?’ Now that is a cute question” You cooed, recalled that cherished memory that you held very close to your heart.

“Well, I don’t want to spill all the beans about our relationship just yet, so all that you guys will be knowing is that, Y/N said it first. Maybe we can do another gushy relationship story about that some other time. But for now that’s it.” Dan finished off the video and looked at you to continue.

“Thanks guys for watching hope you enjoyed it, and if you did please subscribe and request some more ideas of what we can do next. Byeeee” You finished

“That was so much fun” You turned to Dan, who was already lovingly gazing at you.

“You know I love you right?” He spoke

“Of course, and you know I love you too, so much” You replied inching your face closer to his.

“You know when you told me you loved me, when we were just lying in bed cuddling watching Breaking Bad, I think that that’s the happiest I’ve ever felt.” He confessed. As much as you loved the banter and jokes in this relationship, nothing felt better than Dan confessing his feelings to your, he really did complete you.

“I was so nervous that I had said it too soon, but I’m so glad one of us plucked up the courage to say it” You murmured, now lips a mere centimeter away from each other.

Dan quickly closed the gap between the two of you and soon had his hand on the back of your head pulling you closer. Automatically you brought your hands up to caress his cheeks and you two shared one of the most passionate kisses in your relationship.

Dan gently pushed you back onto the bed and slipped his hand down to your waist, when you suddenly remembered something.

“Dan the camera is still on!”

“Oh fuck yeah, thank God it isn’t a live stream” He jumped up to turn the camera off, leaving it on the side to edit later.

But he only had one thought on his mind now. You. Jumping back next to you on the bed you two finished off what you had started

101 Writing Prompts

1. “I didn’t know you two were related.” “We didn’t either.”

2. “I’m not saying I’m gay, but I would be if they were asking.”

3. “I’ve tried my hardest to fall for you, but it’ll always be them.”

4. “I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before.”

5. “I didn’t even want to come to this party. You lied to me about the pinata.”

6. “Spin the bottle is such a cliché. I’m in.”

7. “I have to go in there with you? I didn’t sign up to play 7 minutes in hell .”

8. “That’s not how you pronounce my name and I’m not even sure you tried.”

9. “Are you new here?” “We’ve been in the same math class for six years.”

10. “You really shouldn’t touch that… I told you.”

11. “I recognise you. Do you have a dog.”

12. “ You’ve never seen Harry Potter?

13. “Can’t we just lay here for a minute?”

14. “We have to stop running into each other like this.”

15. “Is it weird if I say that your dad’s really hot?”

16. “I know it’s 2am but can we meet up?”

17. “I don’t know how we ended up sleeping together but I know I’m mad about it.”

18. “Whatever you do, just don’t tell anybody!”

19. “I don’t come here often, it brings back unwanted memories.”

20. “They told me I’d forget about you; that I’d move on but it’s been three years and here I am.”

21. “I’ve waited so long for this moment, but now it’s here I don’t know how to feel.”

22. “You can’t just say that and then disappear!”

23. “I always hear my neighbour playing this beautiful music, but I’ve never actually met them.”

24. “Would it be alright if I pet your dog?”

25. “I’m so sorry to bother you this late but an owl got in my house and I have no idea how to get it out.”

26. “We can’t call the police! They’ll never believe us!”

27. “Why are you buying plane tickets? Are you leaving?”

28. “I swear I’ve seen them before in a dream.”

29. “I don’t want to be your partner either but we have to get this assignment done.”

30. “I never hated you, you just make me feel things I don’t understand.”

31. “It’s your fault, and I don’t think this is something you can fix.”

32. “This isn’t easy for me either.”

33. “I would never do this to you if I didn’t have to. You know that, right?”

34. “Can you at least promise me that?” “I don’t think I can, not this time.”

35. “I’m sorry but it’s very hard to focus when you’re dressed like that.”

36. “On a scale of 1 to 10, how hard to you want me to hit you?”

37. “I’d be scared if I were you.”

38. “You can’t go in there alone .”

39. “This seems like a lot of effort to go to for a mediocre joke.”

40. “Delete that picture right now or Mr.Snuggles gets it!”

41. “You didn’t go through my photos did you?!”

42. “Uhhh, I went through your photos and I have some questions.”

43. “I swear to god, if you tag me in one more bad meme I’ll make you regret it.”

44. “I really want to kiss you right now. I know I shouldn’t, and somehow that makes me want it more.”

45. “You have individual ringtones for everyone? What’s mine?”

46. “ Why wouldn’t you lock the door?

47. “Did you know kissing burns calories?” “I’m happy with my weight, thanks.”

48. “Your bad pickup lines aren’t cute, they’re just bad.”

49. “I’ll give you fifty bucks if I can take you to Christmas dinner and tell my family we’re together. They always ask if I’m dating and I can’t have that conversation again.”

50. “I don’t think you’re ever too old for trick-or-treating.”

51. “We’re dressing up for Halloween this year and that’s final.”

52. “I forgot what we were fighting about in the first place.” “I didn’t.”

53. “Fuck you.” “Not with that attitude.”

54. “90% of people admit to having at least a slight bondage kink, and 10% are lying about it.”

55. “I don’t understand why you won’t just use a map on your phone.”

56. “You know my house has a door? You don’t always have to use the window.”

57. “The truth is, my friends dared me to ask you out, but I’m really glad they did.”

58. “You know, I was joking in that birthday card when I said I’d help you hide a body.”

59. “Can we please turn off this song.” “But it’s a masterpiece .”

60. “I’ve known you for two years and I think I’ve been saying your name wrong the whole time.”

61. “Wow, you really are blind!” “Thanks for the update, can I have my glasses back now?”

62. “It might be petty but you borrowed my pencil three weeks ago and I’m gonna need it back.”

63. “I think they have a crush on you, which sucks because I’m kinda into them.”

64. “Just go and talk to them, they dont bite!” “What if biting turns me on? If they dont do it then what’s the point?”

65. “You can’t say that in front of children!”

67. “Seven years old is practically an adult.”

68. “Dude I ordered this on eBay and you have to see what they sent me.”

69. “I didn’t realise it meant so much to you.”

70. “I wish I was sorry, but I don’t regret any of it.”

71. “My friend thinks you’re cute, personally I don’t get it but this isn’t about me right now.”

72. “Not everything is about you!” “Untrue.”

73. “You can pry it from my cold, dead hands.”

74. “This is why I hate family dinners! It always gets awkward.”

75. “This can only end two ways and neither of them are pretty.”

76. “Not everything can be butterflies and rainbows! Things get hard sometimes, that’s just how it is!”

77. “My mom told me I shouldn’t talk to strangers, and you’re definitely strange.”

78. “I can’t believe you fell asleep when I was showing you my favourite movie of all time.”

79. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, it’s dangerous.”

80. “I could lie here with you forever. I wish I didnt have to leave.”

81. “Everything’s changing and I hate it! I liked the way things were.”

82. “You look so incredible, if that didn’t look so good on you I’d probably tear it off.”

83. “Do you think they noticed that we left?”

84. “The funny thing is, you could have fixed this and you didn’t even try.”

85. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? I’m only asking because it hurt when I did and I thought I might have done it wrong.”

86. “That was super cheesy and I’m lactose intolerant.”

87. “You didn’t tell me you were gay!” “You didn’t tell me you weren’t.”

88. “Your friend told me you had a crush on me, I just wanted to let you know your friend is a snake.”

89. “Are you staring at me or are you staring past me?”

90. “If you we’re a guy/girl would you go out with me?” “I am a guy/girl.”

91. “Sounds stupid. When are we doing it?”

92. “Can we tell my parents that I’m at your house, just incase they get suspicious?”

93. “This is the part in the movie where we kiss or one of us dies. My fingers are crossed for option one.” “Speak for yourself.”

94. “I’m offended that you don’t have more faith in me but, honestly, it’s understandable given past experience.”

95. “Its just a blind date! What’s the worst that could happen?” “I could literally die.”

96. “I would light myself on fire to keep you warm and you wouldn’t even hand me a coat if I were freezing.”

97. “I trusted you, and so I guess I should have seen this coming.”

98. “I had a really weird sex dream about you and I’m not sure how I feel about it, honestly.”

99. “Okay, but this is the last time I bail you out!”

100. “All I know is that if you don’t tell me to stop I’m going to kiss you.”

101. “I’m not sure when it happened, but I fell in love with you, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done.”

now we dream apart

soulmate au

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: angst 
word count: 3.291
warnings: none
author’s note: I know I know, another soulmate au, I’m trash. :’) this is just a small story I started working on this afternoon, to get me back on track so I can start working on my bigger projects again. nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!


You don’t know when the dreams begin — but once they do, it feels like they’ve been there since you were born.

The first dream of him revolves around coffee beans. The heavy scent of the morning beverage tangles with the rich shade of chestnut hair and chocolate eyes, turning almost hazel under the glowing sunlight. You can remember a gaze, a nose and full lips turned upwards, but your mind is unable to piece it all together. The face as a whole is blurry in your mind, indistinct, frustratingly vague.

But the memory of those lips moving and pronouncing your name is remarkably sharp, and it almost fools you into believing it is not a dream, but a real memory — that the warmth accompanying his stare existed at some point in your life, that your body did feel the bedsheets tangling around your bare legs as you struggled to move closer to him. That the sound of his voice, rough and mellow, belongs to a living, breathing person and not a figment of your vivid imagination.

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by kikikryslee

Recipient: stealmoons

Prompt: AU where Louis works at the front desk for the local gym, Harry is a regular, and they somehow always end up having awkward run ins within the locker room

Tags: Alternate Universe, Gyms, Fluff, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Pining, Mutual Pining, Boxing, Locker Room, Smut, Semi-Public Sex, Shower Sex, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs

Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

(14K Words)

“Well, I’m gonna go work out now, so…” Harry said, his voice trailing off.
Louis nodded. “Yeah, yeah, go ahead. Go get, uh, you know, strong and buff.”
What?
Louis wanted to die.
“Um, thanks?” Harry said. “Um…”
Without another word, Harry walked away from the desk.
Louis pinched his thigh – hard – hoping that was some terrible, awkward nightmare that he might soon wake up from.

Or, the one where Louis works at Harry’s new gym and neither one of them knows how to hold a coherent conversation with the other.

Written for the @hlficexchange2017

Night time talks (boyf riends)

Okay so!! this is my first time writing a fic 4 bmc but its rly short sorry lmao

Please leave feedback and stuff!!

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“Hey, Jeremy? Remember when you first got that Squip?”

Micheal was talking to himself again, sitting in the dark in Jeremy’s bedroom. It was honestly quite pathetic; venting and talking to nobody.

Well, almost nobody.

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First kiss - Stenbrough and Reddie

Stenbrough: If you asked Stan, he’d say it was perfect. That it was on his bed under moonlight and that Bills hand was a perfect match in size against Stan’s cheek. But this wasn’t how it went at all. Despite Stan’s possesive desire to have eveything orderly and set out - Stan and Bill’s first kiss was like red wine on a white carpet. Stan’s head collided with the wall on more than one occasion and Bill’s hands roamed everywhere apart from Stan’s face. There was a sloppy trail of kisses upon Bill’s cheeks and Stan’s bed sheets were crumpled and spilling over the side of the bed. After it was over there was no “I love you” to validate, there was an awkward silence followed by a string of harmonised giggles from both boys. It may not have been organised and like a scene from a movie, but it was every bit of perfect Stan could of asked for 

Reddie: Richie always stared at Eddie’s lips whenever he talked. He liked the how they parted when he smiled or how they curled in disgust. On this particular occasion, Eddie was trying to help Richie with his chemistry flash cards, unaware of how absent minded the taller boy was being. Richie already knew this stuff, all of it, but he loved the way Eddies lips moved. Richie wanted to kiss him. But, Richie had never kissed anybody. Not just in a romantic sense, he had never felt the warm embrace of a kiss goodnight, the love of a forhead kiss, the friendliness of a kiss to the cheek. Richie tozier had never been kissed, ever. Eddie glared down at Richie and noticed that he was staring at him again, squinting up at him as if he was the sun. Eddie wanted to kiss him. So when he noticed Richies slender figure coming over to sit next to him, he took no hestiation in planting a short, yet sentimental kiss on richies chapped lips. Richie went home and cried afterwards. His first ever kiss reminded him that no matter how many people don’t love you, there’s always someone out there to love you twice as much. 

Surprise!

Based on this prompt.


Harry couldn’t help but snicker at the outraged expression on Draco’s face.

“What in the name of Merlin is going on?” he grumbled as he wiped off the confetti of his shoulder.

“Well,” Harry began, trying hard not to laugh out loud. That would only make Draco angrier. “It seems we walked right into a Muggle parade.”

Draco huffed, grabbing the hem of his shirt to shake off more confetti. Harry’s eyes immediately fell to his exposed stomach, making him gulp. The urge to touch Draco was getting stronger every day now.

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Cuddling with NCT U

Taeil:  

  • he gets to releive his itch of not being able to touch you like this in front of anyone tbh his hands are everywhere 
  • often kisses behind your ear and whispers “I love you” meltinggggg rn ummmm
  • his eyes light up and he grins when you’re talking about something and your hand gestures when telling a story
  • closes his eyes when you trace his face lightly and sighs in pleasure 
  • never wants to be the small spoon bc he loves holding you and making you feel safe 

Taeyong:

  • surprisingly it’s calm and full of quiet, loving whispers only for your ears
  • wants to have his arms around you at all times
  • likes being the small spoon as well but he never says it lmao he kinda just shifts his body so you’d know ;;;;
  • encourages you to talk more than him so he’d have an excuse to be staring at you without it looking creepy 
  • kisses and boops your nose

Doyoung:

  • cheeky as hell, makes fun of you for always squirming “you’re gonna give me a problem, y/n pls stop” *sweats*
  • really sweet tho and smiles at everything you say bc he’s so entranced 
  • legit so serious about planning time to be alone w/ you, esp for cuddling, since he doesn’t get too much time off and needs your presence to relax him aw
  • holds your lil hand and brings it up to his lips often
  • feels like he’s on cloud 9 when you lay your head on his chest

Ten:

  • sweet baby boi w/ so many dad jokes 
  • buries his head in your neck when he laughs and leaves you snorting lmao
  • traces his hands over your back and shoulder blades when spooning
  • will literally straight up ask you to hold him bc he wants to be the lil spoon and he ain’t shy
  • plays w/ your hair and smells it (???) idk but it’s cute and it’s Ten

Jaehyun:

  • sometimes he’s scrolling thru his phone while he holds you and shows you memes lol
  • other times it’s completely silent aside from his calm breathing yet fast heartbeat 
  • mumbles really random things in your hair like………”hey y/n ur hair reminds me of that perfume my mom uses” “is ice cream better or gelato” “call me jeffrey from now on bb”
  • boi his hands are always up your shirt doin somethin lmao 
  • squirms and giggles when you snake your arms inside his shirt but insists you keep them there

Mark:

  • innocent sunshine!!!!!!!! won’t even initiate it bc that’s how shy he’d be 
  • talks nonstop only to avoid the awkward silences but tbh there aren’t any…………..he feels like he could talk about everything w/ you
  • looks down at your linked hands and blushes when you say something cute like “you’re really warm, I love cuddling like this” my baby
  • leans in to your touch when you play w/ his hair
  • even turns off his phone and won’t have anything distracting him when he’s chilling next to you like this

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

Imagine Loki when you have to forget him as your punishment:

“How is she?” Loki’s voice was impassive but Thor was sure; his brother was more than worried about her. “She is okay. But you know we have to erase her memory,” Loki’s eyes darkened. He thought he finally found the one who loves him without questioning him, thought he finally could afford himself be happy. Yet Thor stood here and told him obvious rubbish. “Can I see her before-“he couldn’t finish sentence as you entered the chamber, “ Hey” your beautiful eyes that always makes him forget about any sorrow, any pain were filled with horror and sadness. Loki found himself gripping you in a hug. “Hush, beloved,” you smiled softly when you heard his heart race. “It is not supposed to be this way,” he uttered “Before it happens, just know, I love you. Love you most than anyone in all nine realms. You are my own Valhalla. You have to forget but I will always remember. For both of us-“he frantically smother you in kisses. An awkward cough from Thor made him unclasped hands while you still held him as if your life depended on it. “There is one way you can both remember and be together” Thor lowered his voice, “But you,” he pointed on Loki, “would have to leave Asgard and live in Midgard. You can never return here. ““I agree,” He said without any doubt and before you could say anything. “Then leave, now, I’ll take care about guards” he smiled at you “Don’t let him do anything stupid” “So funny brother” Loki rolled his eyes and you laughed. This was new turn on your way. Bad or good you were together so no one can overcome you.

Bad Idea

Characters: Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean and reader have sex for the first time (together, not first time ever).

Word Count:  3041

Warnings:  Smut and Language

A/N:  This was inspired by an anon ask for more light-hearted, less kinky, more playful sex. I decided to make it more realistic for once, not everything is perfect. Sex is sometimes awkward and strange while also being awesome. So here you go.

Tags are at the bottom. As always, feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by dean---winchester---imagines

Bad Idea

I’m not really sure who kissed who, to be honest. Just a few minutes ago, I was up to my elbows in dishes, scrubbing dinner away. Now Dean’s lips are on mine, his hands roaming freely beneath my shirt, exploring my skin.

I mean, I did splash him with the water. And he did kinda chase me around the kitchen to exact revenge. And we were sorta flirty about it all. But we always have been. It’s just us, just the way we are together. Have you seen Dean Winchester? Of course I’m going to flirt with him.  

But now I’m pressed up against him, my head spinning in the most wonderful way. There are good kissers in this world and bad kissers. I’ve experienced both. Dean’s kisses, they take my breath away. His lips mold to mine, his tongue dances along mine, he tastes like beer and pie. Kinda like you’d think he would.

Listen, I wasn’t really expecting my night to go this way. Maybe I should have seen it coming, we clearly have some sort of chemistry, but I thought maybe Dean was too professional to hook up with a hunter he was living with.

Anyway, like any of that matters now. His lips are on mine, his hips are pressed to mine, my fingers are running up and down his biceps. So here we are.

Eventually, we have to come up for air. We’ve been attached at the lips for what feels like an eternity. Time is irrelevant during a good make out session. I can feel the heat stinging my cheeks, it’s like a tiny acrobat is doing millions of somersaults in my belly. My heart is thud-thudding so loudly it’s a wonder Dean can’t hear it.

He grins at me - is that a bashful smile? From Dean fucking Winchester? This man oozes confidence and sexuality, and now he’s looking at me like…that? Impossibly, my heart races faster.

His green eyes meet mine as he clears his throat. “Do you wanna…keep going?”

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Heir to a Kingdom [3]

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

Um, NSFW/spoiler warning, you and Lotor frick at the end. If you are uncomfortable with smut, I will bold where it begins so you can easily skip over it, since this chapter has some important plot to it, as well. It’s just the Unnecessary Yet Obligatory Smut Chapter™.

There are so many loopholes in this story please forgive me

This is so drawn out I apologize, omg none of this makes sense but, I’m pretty damn proud

– Ryan

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

You’d been nothing but an enigma since you’d regained your consciousness. Lotor couldn’t figure it out. It was apparent even before your presence on that ship: you were a puzzle. Countless times he’s tried to get a rise from you – information – anything, but each time you’d unwittingly beat him at his own game.

And that’s what infuriated him to no end.

Lotor grits his teeth – he’s getting nowhere with this direct approach. Torture was looking more and more appealing by the minute, though he knew he had no method of interrogation that a mere human could withstand. And as much as he hates to admit it, your intel was too important to him to throw away so easily.

He paces the command hall, his frustration evident in his frayed behavior. It didn’t help that he had Haggar so far up his ass for information since he’d executed his plan. He was running out of options, and he was running out of time. He throws his arm down on a control panel, splitting the metal frame beneath his fist. Severed wires throw up sparks, and the malfunction pulls up the data files he’d collected on you. One, in particular, had caught his attention, and a smile spread across his lips.

Perhaps he wasn’t as limited in options as he had thought.

Composing himself, he steps down from the podium and strides out of the hall, leaving behind a few rather stunned officers.


“Let’s talk about this project of yours.”

Your head snaps up at him, a mix of shock and confusion. “I’m sorry, my what now?”

“At this ‘Garrison’, you were commended for your study of deep space exploration, were you not?” Still unable to follow along, you watch the man before you, waiting for the punchline.

“You were a pivotal force in the Kerberos mission.” A smirk graces his face as he finally, finally, sees a reaction in you. You immediately jump up, staring him dead in the face.

“What do you know of the Kerberos Project?” Suspicion bubbles in your chest, almost chokingly, as anticipation joins it hand in hand. Lotor shrugs a shoulder, before he backs a step, and walks across the cell. “That was the farthest you humans had traveled in your galaxy,” he begins, recalling the document with ease, “when you had the misfortune of crossing my father.”

“Your… Father?” You begin connecting some dots, shock registering as you stare at Lotor again. Prince Lotor. It all made sense.

He was Zarkon’s son.

Lotor’s lip quivers as he can see your brain working on the information he feeds you, but makes no comment as he continues his conversation. “Your technology is primitive, nothing like how the millennia have shaped Galran science.”

“What are you trying to get at, Lotor?” You ask, tentatively. You don’t know how to test the waters with him, let alone where you stood. He held information about you that the Garrison had kept classified. What else did he know?

“Only an arrangement. Knowledge, for knowledge.”


Of course, none of this had turned out how you would have expected it. It had been days since that exchange, but you were freed from your chains. Though you were free to roam outside your cell, you were still heavily monitored. 

Lotor was sure to keep a close eye on you. You didn’t know how you felt, given the opportunity to study on the Galran ship. You felt as though you should be looking for a way, or a chance, to escape. But if Lotor’s attention was on you, that meant less time for him to plan another attack, and you liked to think you were buying the team time to think of a plan. You laid everything in their hands.

“Incredible..” You mutter, looking over the algorithm used to generate energy. Lotor’s brow raised at your mutter, a bit intrigued. “Who would have thought the remainder would be used to carry the power, instead of using an even calculation… it’s almost like it’s using the overflow of energy to jumpstart the reaction, then to follow it into a continuous stream..” You move to the monitor plugging the equation in, and watching the diagram as it portrays an example.

“When you generate excess energy, you kick-start a reaction.” Lotor walks up beside you, watching the math he’d been so familiar with since childhood. “If you can harness the extra energy, it acts as a backup generator, rather than a destructive force.” You look up at him from the corner of your eye. It was the first time he’d addressed you since ‘releasing’ you and allowing you to roam free through the Archive.

“How do you divert the excess energy from the core of the reactor? That much power could destroy this entire ship.” You ask him, and he’s a bit thrown off. He wasn’t expecting you to ask him a direct question, but that’s what he deserves if he’s going to butt in. Flustered, he answers every question you give to him


“It’s too time-consuming.” Haggar had warned him. “It would be much easier to dissect her brain.”

This threat had angered him, but not for the reason it should have. “Do not dare touch her.” He’d seethed, “I can handle this myself.”

He roars, the frustration in his cry resounding through the walls. He throws more clutter off from the table, but even the sound of breaking glass or the aggression could quell the emotions bubbling in him.

“What am I doing?!” He growls at himself as he looks at the turmoil he’d created. Books of Galran physics and chemistry are strewn about, papers he’d put together, and for what? Some human prisoner? What did she even mean to him?

“Lotor?” Your voice reaches his ears, and he goes rigid. You look around the room before you meet his eyes. “Is everything okay?” You’re almost not surprised you don’t get an answer, but you’d heard his scream before, and the mess around the room only confirmed your suspicions.

Lotor just looks you over, studying you. Under his scrutinizing gaze, you shift a bit uncomfortably. “I just.. I thought maybe.. I would check on you. To see what was wrong.” You say, unsure how to handle the awkward silence. But with Lotor, you knew more than to push your luck. You could tell when you were unwelcome.

“Just know you can always talk to me, alright?” You say, giving him a look – he could discern it worry – before you turn back, and leave him to his thoughts.


It was apparent even before your presence on that ship, that you were a puzzle. You haunted his mind then, but you cloud his judgment now. His thoughts are filled with the time you’ve shared together, and he doesn’t understand why. Why you are so open-minded. Why you are so bright, and cheery. Why you could look at him, and smile. Why you are so forgiving of him.

Later that night, you had returned the book you’d been trying to read to the Archive, and you’d made your way back to your room. Turning the corner to your room, you notice a figure standing in front of your door as if waiting for you.

“Lotor, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you get some rest?” He shakes his head, lifting his hand. “Come.” He says simply, opening your door and leading you inside. 

Lotor gives you no time to speak before he pushes you up against the door as he closes it. His eyes swim with a mix of emotions as they cast down on you, and you fall silent. Words form in your mouth, but your voice isn’t strong enough to deliver them. Not at this time.

“What are you doing to me,” he barks, “it’s not just now. Oh, no. Since I saw you, you’ve been this little weed in my brain, sticking your roots in and spreading.” You tense under his form, unsure of what to say or how to act.

“It’s so hard.. My chest can’t take the pressure.” Lotor’s words strained as if he’s fighting to say this. Your hand risks the action and moves up to cup his face. His skin is warm beneath your palm, and you smooth it across his cheek until your fingers brush against his ear.

“Lotor, you deserve to be happy.” Your statement catches him off guard, and his eyes widen a bit. “You have made me happy these past few weeks. I’ve learned a lot, and you’ve helped me with that.” You can see he’s struggling with an inner conflict, a battle that you couldn’t ever understand.

“I wouldn’t have grown if it weren’t for your help. You know, you can always ask for mine.”

There’s a spark behind his eyes, and he’s fueled by a resolute decision.

Lotor immediately leans down, smashing his lips against yours in an effort to ease the fire lit inside him. It was by no means a firm kiss. It was awkward and passionate, and it delivered an electrifying sensation. It was rash but genuine, and your arms found their way around his neck in no time.

As he pulls back for air, Lotor’s hands fall to your waist, drawing you in. Though you were breathless, you were eager to kiss him once more. This time you lean up slowly, rocking onto your toes to reach his lips.

Now it’s Lotor’s turn to melt. Your kiss was slow and meaningful, and he could feel every part of your soul as if it’d touched his own. He’s overwhelmed with emotion, following your kiss until he’s leading it, and pulling you close to his body until it’s not close enough.

Your knees are wobbling, and you’re finding it harder and harder to stand on your own. When your lips break part, he takes you from the wall, and lifting you in his arms, he carries you over to the bed. Laying you down, he finds his way on top of you.

Lotor takes his time, looking over you. The way your hair splays out over the pillow, how your cheeks are flushed hot and your chest gently heaves to collect air for your lungs.

“Magnificent.” The praises fall from his lips, as he leans down, brushing his lips teasingly across your cheek. His breath fans over your ear and falls over your neck, and you shudder, bringing your shoulder up to protect your ear from the ticklish sensation.

“Truly.” He brushes your hair away, easing your shoulder so he can dip down, his lips capturing your ear. You give a small mewl, whining at the way it tickles slightly. He smirks against your skin, this time biting down on your ear. 

“Interesting.” He muses, experimenting here and there with your reactions. He couldn’t have ever imagined how heavenly these sounds would be, or how much he deeply wanted to hear them. But now that he has, he doesn’t want to stop. 

His hands return to your waist as his lips continue their assault to your neck. Reaching the hem of your shirt, his fingers curiously slip under, keen on exploring the vast expanse of skin that lies underneath. You wiggle under his touch, his nails scraping along your skin in a very intimate way. Your shirt bunches up as his hands trail higher and higher. His mouth latches to a section of your neck where you produce a melodious noise every time he bites down.

Your hands find his biceps, holding onto him for a lifeline as he sucks a mark into your neck. He continues to touch your abdomen, leaving no inch of your skin unexplored, until he’s met with the underwire of your bra. You bite back a noise, much to Lotor’s displeasure. He bites the mark he’s made, drawing a yelp from you, then licks at it before he pulls away to investigate the impediment at his hands.

“Lotor..” Your voice is a bit shaky thanks to his handiwork, and he looks a bit smug. Knowing he had this effect on you was doing wonders for his ego. His hands search your bra, trying to find out how to remove it. He finds the hooks, having you arch your back as he works it open.

His hands return to your shirt, but before he lifts it off, he looks at you. He looks you over. For any signs of regret, but mostly for permission. He wanted to know what he was doing was right. You nod, and place your hands over his, helping him remove your shirt and bra.

He lays you back down on the bed, this time admiring your bare torso. Once you’re settled, his hand splays across your stomach, pushing up slowly. It cups under your breast, and your breath catches in your throat. The feel of his hand against the sensitive skin brought a chill and some goosebumps, but his eyes remained on your face. He watched for every reaction and listened for every noise. As his finger brushed over your hardening nipple you gasped at the sensation, looking away from him.

His eyes then fell to your chest, looking over your perfect body. He leans down and experimentally flicks his tongue out over your nipple. You give a shaky moan, looking down at him for a brief moment. Intense eyes, blown with lust and burning with desire, meet yours as he repeats his action.

You close your eyes, and Lotor continues, pressing his lip to the curve of your breast, sucking in another mark. His hands explore more, one of them traveling to your free breast, the other to your hip. Though the soft, quiet noises were delicious, they weren’t satisfying. Lotor felt the need to hear you louder, more desperate. He couldn’t deny he was feeling a bit strained, his own desire flowing hotly through his veins, but he wanted to savor every moment.

His kisses trail down your body until his chin hits the button of your pants. Suddenly you’re aware of the situation and you yelp in surprise when he tugs harshly on the button. His lips curl into a smirk as he yanks your pants away, and you cry his name out in surprise. Amused, he lifts a brow and licks his lips, “is there something wrong?” He teases, and you pout.

“N-no, but–” a moan, a real moan, falls from your lips as you feel his fingers experimentally rub your core. He groans in response to the overwhelming sensations, mostly your moan being what set him off.

And now he’s driven. His eyes shoot up to you again, watching intently for your reaction. “But? What is it, my little ‘Nova?” He teases, and you shake your head. He rubs again, this time harder, through the fabric of your underwear, and you arch off the bed with a jolt of pleasure.

“L-Lotor!” You settle back on the bed, trying to recover. Lotor purrs, the sound of it reverberates through your chest, and you whimper. Your legs part just a little more, welcoming him between them. “Eager, aren’t we?” The smug victory could be heard in his voice and you simultaneously wanted to hide in your shame, and punch him.

“P-please..” The sound of your begging rings through his ears, and his cock throbs against the fabric of his pants. He groans in response and pushes your legs apart. The sudden action made you yelp and the way you wiggle as he finally takes hold of the waistband of your underwear has him growing impatient.

Lotor pulls them from your legs, immediately settling between them once they’re off. He drags his fingertips along the inside of your thighs, drawing out a weak whimper from you, before his finger circles your core. He leans down and parts your folds with his thumbs, “I think I’ll just help myself if you don’t mind..” His voice was laced thick with lust, his eyes trail up to your face as he lowers his lips to your center. His tongue takes a long, languid lick up, gathering your taste across his tongue.

You cry out once again, your hands digging into the bedding as your hips arch off the mattress. Lotor’s met with a struggle as you keep moving. He throws his arm over your hip, holding you down as he adds more pressure to his next lap, easily finding your clit.

Your moans tumble out carelessly from there, only egging Lotor on to continue his actions. You climb higher and higher to your climax as Lotor nips and sucks at your clit. Your hands fly to his hair, burrowing into his locks as he picks up his pace. Unable to control yourself, you’re shaking and writhing, so close to your finish, as Lotor moves from licking and sucking to sliding his tongue inside you.

The sensation of his tongue inside you and his teeth scraping against your clit sent your into oblivion, and you scream his name. Lotor helps you through your orgasm, his hand coming up to find yours, his tongue gently licking up the mess he’s created.

He fixes himself, straightening up and wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve.

“But we’re not done yet, little ‘Nova.” He says, his voice hoarse and heavy with desire. You shudder at the raw sound of it and help him remove his clothes though you’re still in a haze from your high. Lotor chuckles, and eases you back down, ridding himself of the rest of his clothes.

Easing himself between your legs this time, you see him from a different perspective. He kneels before you, bare and naked as you are, but infinitely more beautiful. Your hand comes up on its own, resting against his chest, and you use it to lure him closer. He lifts your hips, aligning himself with your core, and leans down to press his forehead to yours.

“You can turn back now.” He says softly, “if we continue, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. I need to know now; do you want this?” You take his words into consideration, but you already know your answer. Your arm folds behind him, pulling him closer to you as you angle your head to meet his lips. Knowing your answer, Lotor kisses you back, passionately, before he pushes into you.

You accept him well, though still sensitive from your first orgasm. You whimper into the kiss, muttering his name against his lips. He pushes into your velvet heat, and he’s holding onto only his last few strands of self-control. He growls low in his chest. He’s got half a mind to just pull back and ram back into you, but your comfort comes before his needs. As you try and steady your breath, you break the kiss to look him in the eyes. 

“P-please, Lotor, m..move..”

Something inside him snaps, hearing your weak beg for him. He growls, trying to hold himself under control. He pulls his hips back slowly, moving them forward once again. The friction of your walls around him drove him to sweet bliss, and he can feel his mind corroding from the pleasure. His head drops between you, his hair falling over his shoulders and tickling your chest as he moves at a slow pace.

It wasn’t satisfying enough, you needed more. You needed to feel him. You needed to hold him, you needed to be connected. You needed more. Your legs wind around his waist and your hands dive into his hair.

“Lotor, m-more, please, more..” He decided in that moment, that he could get used to your begging. He lifts his head enough to capture your jaw, and he peppers you with kisses. “More what, [y/n]?” He smirks against your skin. You can’t see it clearly, but you know it’s there.

“Please..” You start, but before you could finish, he bucks his hips rather harsh, delivering a jolt of pleasure deep within you. You moan in reaction and tug on his hair. He groans against your skin, distracted, but continues to tease you like such.

“Use your words, my little ‘Nova. What do you need?” He moves his kisses to your shoulders, and you whine in retaliation.

“F-faster, Lotor, please..” He thrusts into you, rolling his hips. He was driving you insane.

“What was that?”

“Faster! Please!” You beg, and he chuckles, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward faster than before. He’d picked up the tempo, lifting your hips to gain a new angle, and it wasn’t until he had you screaming that he was satisfied.

He watches you come undone for him, underneath him, and it was the most powerful feeling in the world. You were beautiful, writhing beneath him, a moaning mess, panting and screaming his name. He growls low as he feels himself nearing his end. He leans forward, and bites your shoulder, suppressing his moans as his hand comes between you both.

The way his body worked against yours has your mind reeling, feeling him thrust into you every time brought you closer and closer to your end. His fingers find their way to your clit, and he rubs mercilessly, sucking a new mark into your shoulder. The pleasure swallowed you and brought you down to another orgasm, and you clenched around Lotor, squeezing him until he, too, gave into bliss.

You scream his name one last time, and he moans yours, both of you falling into bliss together. Lotor collapses on his side, pulling you close. He doesn’t bother to pull out, not yet. He smooths the hair from your face and watches you as you come back from your fog. A smile passes his lips, and he kisses your forehead. The words remained unspoken in his mind, but in his heart, he’d already said them to you.

“Rest, [y/n], I’m going to take care of you.” He says, pulling you against him. You wanted to protest, to stay awake for just a while longer, but you had to admit you were exhausted. Your arm comes around his torso, and you nuzzle closer to him, pressing a kiss to his chest before you drift out of consciousness.

His smile fades as he watches you submit to sleep. He looks over your face for a while before he dragged out a sigh. Somehow you seemed even purer in your sleep. Something he could cherish.

“How can I be worthy of someone like you?”

How NCT 127 + Ten Would Kiss You

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now listen since y'all sleep on taeil  so much that you probably don’t know this but he has really pretty lips and really nice hands so ,, naturally ,, you want them on your waist asap. (the lips or the hands you can decide)(i’m literally five why did i say that) anYwayS kissing taeil is going to be soft at first bc yeah he’s awkward but he also takes his time doing things that need to be done. so slow touches here and there, his hands tracing your curves as he presses kisses up your jawline. he stops right in front of your lips to just stare and you. probably tucks a flyaway lock of hair behind your ear and tells you you’re the most beautiful person in the world. when he fINALLY kisses you, i imagine taeil is very slow and sensual with his kisses. doesn’t use tongue much unless he’s rlly in the mood bc he just likes the intimancy of your lips touching. his hands never stop traveling to places they shouldn’t be tho ngl.

Originally posted by nctaezen


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The Beautiful Best Friend

Originally posted by stilinski-jpeg

Cody Christian x Fem!Reader

Warnings: +18, car sex, public sex, some swearing


“Cody!” You cheered as he sat at the table and grinned when you started filling him in on what he’d missed.

“Someone’s happy to see me.” He smiled when you nodded and you both moved over so your friends could join you, all of them greeting Cody and asking how filming was going.

Every now and then you’d catch Cody looking at you, holding your gaze for a moment, before smiling to himself and turning his attention to whoever was talking. Once everyone had finished lunch you followed Cody to the carpark.

“You want a lift home?” He offered as he hugged you goodbye and you nodded.

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“His Wedding” Part 2

Summary: Modern-Day (AU) Bucky and you are exes. He moved on but you couldn’t since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor - a ridiculous one. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will be fine. But it doesn’t always work out, does it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 856

Warnings: maybe a lil angsty?

Author’s Note: repost, with a lil’ editing!

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To assure him that I’m actually considering it, I laugh and repeat, “Let’s do it! I’ll be your wedding planner, Bucky.”

“Oh, my God. You have no idea how much happy you’ve made me!” Bucky gets up from his chair and makes a round from the desk to reach out and pulls me up in a tight hug.

Yes, he’s happy because I said yes to plan his wedding with Lilly. Well, he must have been even happier when she would’ve said yes to marry him. But at least I made him smile by saying yes to this. While being in his arms, I tried not to smell his cologne because that will make me even more addicted than I am. I wiggle out of his grip, my hands falling back to my sides but his remained firm on mine.

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Hold me tight (don’t hold me back)

Summary: when a door closes, another one opens, but what happens when the door isn’t fully closed?

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.


You were sitting on the couch, back pressed against Taehyungs chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You couldn’t help but laugh whenever Taehyung made a stupid comment about the movie or tried to act the scene that was being played.
You were looking for the bag of candy to grab a piece when you saw Taehyung move it away. You pouted looking at him and he smiled, grabbing a piece of candy and placing it in front of your mouth. You shook your head and refused to eat it which ended with Taehyung tickling you. He was about to place the candy in your mouth when he moved his arm and spilled his drink on your shirt.
If it were in any other situation or any other person, you would have gotten mad but with Taehyung, you couldn’t help but laugh. You excused yourself and made your way to the bathroom in order to dry your shirt and try to save it. In your way out of the bathroom, you felt hands on your arm that pulled you inside a room. Before you could scream, something covered your face. You hissed at Jungkook. Did he really need to be so extra?
After a few minutes of looking at each other without saying anything, you opened your mouth to give him a piece of your mind but he interrupted you.

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Everything I Love About You // Grayson Dolan Imagine

Originally posted by thedolangifs

A/N: Hey Guys! This is my second imagine and I hope you guys like it! 
If you have any request let me know and I’ll be sure to write them! 

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The sun rays peaked in through the white curtains in your bedroom. It created a shadow on your sleeping boyfriend’s sun kissed skin. 

You studied his features and the little things he did as he slept. His long lashes rested perfectly on the apple of his cheeks. His lips were slightly a-jar showing off a few of his pearly white teeth. His nose would twitch every once in a while and he would shuffle his legs around in search for yours. Once he felt you were still next to him he would stop and wrap his arm around you. You loved having his arms around you. 

It made you feel safe and protected from everything happening around you. He would always sleep shirtless but the scent of his cologne would always linger on his skin. 

Everyday you wondered how you got to be the lucky one to call him your boyfriend. He was your definition of perfect. Yes, he had his flaws but who didn’t? 

His flaws are what make him perfect. You could go on and on about all the things you love about Grayson. 

You love his little mole on his chin that was just above a small scar on his chin. You love his deep laugh and his voice that made him sound a bit congested. You love how protective he is of his siblings and how close of a bond he had with his family. You love how he can’t lie to you because he always giggles or can’t look you in the eye. You love how much passion he has for his job. You love his creative mind. You love how he can be a goof ball and be serious when he has to be. You love his mature he’s gotten in the three years that you’ve known him (out of the three you had been dating for two). You love how he knows you so well. You love that he never tries to be someone he isn’t. 

“What are you thinking about?” A groggy voice asked you pulling you out of your trance. 

“I’m thinking about how lucky I am to have you in my life and about all the things I love about you,” you smiled while lifting a hand to lightly trace his jawline. 

You giggled as he shivered under your touch. You loved having that type of effect on him. 

“What do you love about me?” He asked as he kept his eyes closed making you pout. You wanted to see his beautiful eyes, so you decided to get up and straddle his hips. 

Just as you predicted Grayson’s eyes shot open as he looked up at you now on top of him with just his low v-neck t-shirt on. 

“Well Mr. Dolan I love many things about you. I love your soft fluffy hair, your beautiful eyes, your soft lips, your little mole, and the scar right below it,” you whispered as you softly traced his face before pressing a kiss to the side of his face. 

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

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anonymous asked:

Headcanons for the chocobros when they discover their lover keeps photos of them with embarrassing captions like "love of my life", "best bf", "prince charming" xD

Omg I love this idea so much! :’) I’m sorry if these are a bit long!

Noctis:

- Noct would be lounging around in the tent one day, probably looking forward to going to sleep or something.
- His eyes happen to land on his s/o’s bed set up, realising they hadn’t put away all their stuff properly. Something in particular was quite curious…
- Of course, this boy cannot resist going over to check it out. (This is the same guy who wants to check out dungeons just because after all).
- He’d pick up the slip of paper to see it was actually a picture. Of him. With a cutely drawn crown on top of his head. Underneath his face were the words ‘My prince charming!’
- Noct would gasp and blush like mad.
- Awkward mode initiated.
- But he would also feel so happy and loved. God damn it my lover is too cute.
- He’d also really like that they used the phrase prince charming, since he half jokes that he is one constantly.
- Once he’d recovered his cool as best as he could, he’d head out of the tent.
- “Be back in a bit guys!”
- When he comes back he is super shifty, s/o notices at once.
- “Can I uh… uh speak to you, like, over there?”
- Chocobros are amazed at his smoothness as always. S/o humours him and they finally have privacy.
- He is so adorable and awkward. One hand behind his back, the other scratching the back of his neck and dear gods his can’t make eye contact.
- “So… I just went for a walk, and well, kinda found these.”
- Literally shoves flowers into his s/o’s hands.
- Crickey is it hot in here? Nope, just my face.
- S/o can’t stop grinning. It’s obvious he went to look for them.
- When they return to camp, the others look at each other and just shrug.
- Noct mentally pats himself on the back.
- Ah yes, smooth as silk.

Prompto:

- Would be walking behind his s/o one day seeing that they have a photo in their hands.
- “Hey, whatcha got there?”
- S/O would grip the photo tightly and run around the room, Prompto would literally have to chase them down if he wanted to see it! Which of course, he’d be dying to.
- Finally manages to snatch the photo out of his lovers’ hands, only to see it’s a candid picture of him that he didn’t know existed. With some writing on the bottom?
- “Sunshine boy, l-love of my life…?”
- His face is on fire. Like, tomato boy red, his hand covering his mouth.
- Heart is racing. I’m… I’m the… of their life?
- Doesn’t realise he has the most ridiculous, most goofy grin on his face behind his hand!
- S/O is like… “Prom, are you okay?”
- Finally snaps out of it.
- “Yeah… but you could have used a better photo of me, look here are some of my selfies from our journey.” Tips a handful of photos out, mostly with his chocobo. Distraction tack-tick!
- S/O face palms and snatches the picture back.
- Prompto is smiling for the rest of the day, cannot get the image out of his head!
- Would tell everyone. “Hey, hey guess what I am. A sunshine boy!”
- I don’t think his s/o would understand just how much it would mean to him. Is an absolute lovely dovey mess.

Gladio:

- Gladio and his s/o would be lounging under a tree together in the brief moments they could manage to steal away together.
- S/o would be laid on his chest, both with a book in their hands.
- They would turn the page, totally forgetting what they had been using for a bookmark.
- Both watch as the little square falls and lands on the centre of Gladio’s stomach.
- His lover goes to reach for it but damn it he is so much quicker.
- Damn those lighting fast reflexes!
- “Hmm what’s this?”
- It’s a picture of him that Prompto had taken mid-fight, his s/o must’ve swiped it from him. And in the corner was a heart with the words ‘My gorgeous Gladdy’ scrawled in it.
- S/o has their head in their hands this is so embarrassing.
- Gladio laughs so warmly, and moves the fingers obstructing his lover’s eyes.
- “So you think I’m gorgeous huh?”
- He is not shy at all, he thinks that it is so cute.
- His heart is singing, confirming just how much he was head over heels for his partner.
- “Ob coush.”
- Gladio sits up causing his s/o to move their hands and repeat themselves.
- “Of course.” They can’t look at him.
- Gently he would lift their head until their eyes make contact, seeing that dazzling, warm smile of his they loved so much.
- “Let me show you how gorgeous I think you are.”
- His arms bring them back down on the floor where he gives the most passionate kiss his could muster, hoping that he was getting across just how happy that photo had made him.
- He was.

Ignis:

- Iggy would be at his s/o’s house, waiting for them to come back when he spotted their jacket on the sofa.
- Can’t resist picking it up and putting it back on the coat hook for them.
- As he puts it away, something falls out of the pocket and flutters to the floor.
- “Hmm?”
- He reaches down to pick it up and put it away, but stops as he sees it’s a picture of him.
- “What…?”
- It’s a picture of him and his s/o laughing at something Gladio was saying, but it looked like there was writing on the picture…
- Ignis’ heart would thump as he read the words written in the handwriting he knew so well.
- World’s best boyfriend!
- Would definitely love knowing his s/o felt that way, but would seriously want to live up to those expectations not that he doesn’t already.
- S/o gets home finally to see a banquet pretty much, prepared for them with all their favourite things.
- Ignis pampers them anyway, but that night he would seriously ramp it up a notch.
- Backrubs? You got it. Kisses? Constantly. Cuddles? Absolutely!
- Here let me run you an extra bubbly bath.
- S/o wouldn’t say anything because they would be enjoying it too much, but wonder what brought it all on.
- Later they would go to sneak a look at the picture they keep in their jacket pocket like usual, but this time look at it in surprise.
- There was now some more elegant script on the photo next to them.
- World’s most precious partner.