i just really like my earring

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Derek should have know better than to joke about it but really, after being teased about his weight for so long, his boyfriend had it coming.

“Stiles,” he tried grabbing the younger man’s arms to calm him, but Stiles was determined to flail about like a slippery fish flopping towards water and Derek was unable to hold him, “Stiles, calm down, it was just a…”

“We should get married!” Stiles blurted, shouting near his ear and making Derek rear back to gape openly at him.

“Stiles…” Derek tried again.

“But I’m so young and…oh my god, do I have to ask Peter for your hand? Oh god, don’t tell me I have to ask Cora, she’ll deball me for sure,” Stiles began to pace, rushing his hands through his hair like a maniac.

“Stiles, calm down, I was just…”

“Do we take your name or mine?” Stiles asked the question more to himself than Derek. “Hyphenate?”

“Jesus, Stiles, it’s…”

“Oh Christ, is it puppies? Oh Derek, are we having puppies?”

And Derek decided he’d had enough. He threw up his hands and tried to leave the room. “Yes, Stiles, it’s puppies. Christ!”

“Oh god, I love puppies!” Two strong arms wrapped around his middle, stopping Derek before he could escape. “Oh Der, we’re having puppies!”

Derek couldn’t stop a smile. Even when he was being a complete moron, he couldn’t love this boy more if he tried, “Yeah, Stiles. Yes, we are.”


Yes, I have lost my mind, thanks for asking, lol. Does this qualify as mpreg? Basically a little eating doodle (because I love drawing Derek eating…for some reason) that got way out of hand.

anonymous asked:

Is it possible to be overwhelmed by being... underwhelmed? I mean, I recently bought some earplugs to test out and the total silence felt really uncomfortable. (earplugs also felt bad to my ears, but that's not rly important) I have the same thing with drinking water. I really don't like regular water because of its being way too subtle (and that minimal earthy taste it has is just ugh). I have to have the sparkling water or water with juice to be able to handle it.

Yes, you can be overwhelmed/overloaded by not receiving enough sensory input, especially if you are hyposensitive in a sense. We often talk about sensory overload, but, sensory underload is a thing to and something that deserves more attention. Sensory underload can feel very similar to sensory overload which can make things super confusing. The way I generally distinguish what’s going on is by cutting out sensory input. If it helps=overload. If it makes things worse=underload. 

-Sabrina

anonymous asked:

i really really want to cut my hair like i guys... but im afraid to ask my mom... i looked up tutorials on how and i couldn't do them bc im hair is already short, probably less then and inch bellow my ears, but it looks like a girl cut and i just hate it so much.

I’m sorry you are in this situation anon, i really wish i could help. I am in a similar situation and it really sucks. I wish you didnt have to go through it. I hope you can manage to get a more masculine haircut soon. Until then maybe try wearing baseball caps?
-T

post-emoji movie Trauma

WARNING: the following text contains spoilers and can be considered disturbing to some readers. especially my brain, because it’s leaking out my ears after typing this.

This is the first movie ever I’ve gone to see on opening night. And let me just say that, for the record, I’m glad I went to watch with friends. Without them, I would have most likely calmly exited the room, climbed up to the roof, and dived straight off.

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DREAM DADDY X JC LEYENDECKER?? Just kidding… it’s an original piece but it was heavily influenced by his style. A print for Fan Expo @ table A37!
Just finished the sketch AHAH. This is actually my first time planning out my own composition for a print and it was SO HARD because I wanted to challenge myself (just kidding there was no Leyendecker piece with 7 people). But I felt like last time people lowkey thought I was cheap for taking his compositions LOL. Ok but really I looked up so many references and had a lot of trouble fitting them in and making it look unified and just good. Friends were actually asking me when I was going to make fancy suit daddies LOL. It’s supposed to look like a formal picture but I tried to make each of their personalities very evident. Robert is the only one with his shirt open and flower on the wrong side because he’s problematic. I originally had Hugo do the funny bunny ear pose on top of Joseph but my sister told me it was so out of character. Gonna spend the next few days painting this and I’ll post the final soon.
(Sorry for the WIP I didn’t want anyone to steal it because it’s been happening)

anonymous asked:

You do threaten me though. Your existence threatens my world because you exist in a grey area. You dye your hair unnatural colours and stretch out your earlobes to show that you do not conform, but all I feel when I see pictures of you is fear. Because you pretend to be tiny and cute but who you truly are...well, it doesn't exist, so you are not supposed to be who you are, and I am terrified by that. Do you think you are so important that people must pluralize your pronoun?

Okay, I hear you. So I don’t think you have any reason to be afraid of me– you can’t really control how you feel, but you can control how you think, so I’m going to try to reason with you point by point and let you know why I don’t think you should be afraid of me. All that I ask is that you read this with an open mind.

- I don’t dye my hair or stretch my ears as some sort of exercise of non-conformity– I just like the way it looks. It isn’t even really an act of non-conformity because the society, that I live in permits that type of self-expression– it’s allowed. I’m not breaking the law or anything.

- I really don’t know what to make of you suggesting that who I am doesn’t exist, or that I am something that I am not supposed to be. I don’t particularly believe in any sort of creator so I don’t know who exactly would be the authority on what I’m “supposed to be,” but I really don’t think that you’re the authority on who I should or shouldn’t be, because we’ve never met. Also, you claim that what I am doesn’t exist, but I really think you should tell that to all of the terrifying, like-minded people in my inbox that are asking me if it’s okay to express themselves the way that they want to. They’re afraid to act on their feelings, or in other words: they’re afraid to be themselves. I personally don’t think that there’s anything scary about them.

- Self-importance is kind of tough for any individual to avoid, because we can only really experience life in our own shoes. We have to prioritize ourselves to some extent or else we won’t take care of ourselves– which is exactly what I’m trying to do. So yeah, I guess I do think I’m kind of important… at least important enough to try and give myself as good of a life as I can, but I don’t really think that’s abnormal. I like to be referred to a specific way, because that’s what’s most comfortable for me. You wouldn’t want someone to call you the wrong name; I don’t want someone to refer to me using the wrong pronouns (Quick sidenote: when referring to a shadowy figure whose identity is concealed by a cloak and a mask you would describe their actions by saying something like “they reached for the doorknob,” because their gender is indeterminate; therefore, singular they/them pronouns exist).

Look, the main thing to focus on is that I really don’t mean you any harm– I truly don’t! I hope that you can go on to live a happy life. I just couldn’t leave this, because historically, nothing good ever comes from this kind of fear.

mrgamergirl  asked:

I just wanna say you draw ears REALLY well. Could I have some tips for pointy and round ears, please?

It’s weird you say that cause the ears are a part of the body I consistently half-ass. I put zero effort into drawing ears.

So yeah, the ears I draw are simplified compared to actual ears. Just kind of some lines and scribbles and stuff. Cross-hatching the shading to fill the entire ear is something I pick up from Blue Exorcist

Pointy ears are just, like, normal ears extended to be pointy. At least that’s how I draw them. Again, my pointy ears are half-assed and simplified.

idk I don’t know shit about ear anatomy, but I do know the ear is kinda like a weird bowl shape. So when drawing ears from different angles keep that in mind I guess???

This is horrible I’m sorry I’m not much help D:

Across The Hall

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 2000

Prompt:

“My date is tonight and I can’t cook to save my life so I was hoping maybe you can cook something and I could pass it off as my own,” Harry says.

Y/N giggles, walking down her hallway and into the living room where she can see her door is wide open, she closes it and turns back to Harry. He’s looking at her with a hopeful look in his eyes and a charming smile that Y/N can’t deny.

“Of course, I mean you helped me move, it’s the least I can do” Y/N smiled, “what time is your date?”

“Seven,” Harry says.

Y/N places her lower lip in between her teeth and her hands on her hip as she thinks, “okay yeah, I can do that, is this like a I want to actually date you date or a tinder type thing?”

“Tinder.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and hold the door open, “I’ll do it, but I do not agree with your motives.”

or

Y/N is the girl across the hall who tries to help Harry find a girl to settle down with, but Harry wants Y/N so he sabotages all his dates.


Harry was the first to notice Y/N.

She was standing next to her moving truck, pulling her hair into a ponytail with the blue scrunchie wrapped around her wrist. She was cute-not the normal type Harry would go for-but he would still try. Y/N was cute, and somehow dressed modest on the hottest day of the year, a white t-shirt tucked into a pair of sky blue shorts and sneakers, Harry was sure he hadn’t seen a girl with as much clothing as she had on, and that spoke loads to his character and choice women.

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THIGNS I APPRECIATED ABOUT THE NEW ENDING:

  • EVERY SINGLE BAKUGOU SCENE
  • HE LOOKED SO GOOD!!!!
  • THEY INCLUDED HIS SIDEBURNS!!!!
  • HE LOOKS SO GOOD OKAY
  • HE’S RIDING A FUCKING DRAGON
  • A FUCKING RED DRAGON
  • WHAT WAS THAT FUCKING SCENE TURN THING WHEN HE FIRST SHOWS UP LIKE CHILD YOU ARE SO EXTRA I LOVE YOU
  • HIS LITTLE HEADSHAKE WHEN HE AND IZUKU HAVE TO TEAM UP????? HE JUST LOOKS SO CHILDISH AND CUTE THERE LIKE HE’S THROWING A LITTLE TANTRUM
  • HIS MUSCLES ARE SO WELL DRAWN!!!!!!!!
  • CHILD WHY ARE YOU WEARING SO MANY ACCESSORIES
  • HE’S USING A SWORD!!!
  • I APPRECIATE THAT HIS DRAGON WAS RED OK
  • THOSE RED EARRINGS REALLY BRING OUT YOUR EYES
  • THEY GOT RID OF THE COAT AT THE END AND IM GLAD HE LOOKS SO MUCH MORE TINY AND CHILDISH AND AN ACTUAL KID WITHOUT IT I LOVE IT
  • EVERYTHING???? AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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Alex X Reader

In which Alex becomes attached to the first beautiful thing he’s seen in weeks.

(I’m putting everything else under a cut in case anyone still hasn’t seen Dunkirk!! It may contain some spoilers.)

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anonymous asked:

What pet names do you think Victor and Yuuri give each other?

My personal head-canon is that Victor calls Yuuri by nicknames often.

He mixes them up and never settles on just one. He calls Yuuri everything under the sun that’s sweet or romantic or just plain adorable. Traditional romantic nicknames like “sweetheart” or “my love” - or funny, cute ones like “my little katsudon.” It changes with the situation. If they’re cooking pancakes, then Yuuri is “my sweet little blinchik.” If they’re outside together on a pleasant day, then Yuuri’s nickname becomes “my sunshine.” Anything that makes Victor happy - that’s what he calls Yuuri.

“My Yuuri” is a particular favorite. My head-canon is that Yuuri likes it when Victor uses the word “my” before any nickname.

Yuuri, on the other hand, typically calls Victor by his first name.

I’ve always found it interesting that in the anime, he never calls him “Coach Victor” or “sensei” like we see him call Celestino and Minako. Yuuri has always made it clear to Victor that he wants him to always be himself. I also don’t think Yuuri would ever use the word “my” in front of a nickname, even though he likes it when Victor does it to him.

I think when Yuuri just calls him “Victor,” it’s his way of saying, “I don’t expect you to be anything other than who you are.” And to someone like Victor, who has always felt pressure to change himself for a difficult-to-please audience, having Yuuri love him for just being “Victor” is pretty damn amazing.

But I also think Victor really likes nicknames, so Yuuri does use them from time to time. Always in private. His nicknames for Victor are meant for his ears only. Yuuri will sometimes call him “Vitya” or “Vicchan,” but under the right circumstances, he’ll call Victor something really special.

Maybe something quiet whispered in his ear when they hug each other after a long day. Like “beautiful.”

And Victor just freaking melts. 

There’s a reason complete strangers keep mistaking Sherlock and John for a couple.

Sherlock, being Sherlock, always notices it when people are checking John out. He dislikes it. It makes him feel…panicked. However, John disapproves of him making rude deductions at unsuspecting strangers, so Sherlock has to find a subtler way to deal with such outrageous affronts.

Sherlock leans in close to talk to John, touches his arm to get his attention, smiles at him in a smitten way, steals food off his plate: all those behaviours he has observed in romantic couples. It is excellent; The dull cretins oogling his John invariably sighs in defeat (”Why are all the good ones taken and/or gay?”) and refrains from making any further moves. 

John never notices. After all, Sherlock acts like this all the time, and John is remarkably unobservant.

Then Sherlock and John actually get together, and Sherlock comes to the pleasant realisation that it is no longer necessary for him to be subtle. So the next time a young barista twirls her hair and draws an anatomically-incorrect heart on John’s coffee cup, Sherlock wraps a possessive arm around John, presses a kiss to his hair, and glares at the offending barista over John’s head. 

John turned around, smiling.

“What was that for?”

“You’re very attractive,” Sherlock said primly, all innocence.

John chuckled and slipped his hand into Sherlock’s, and they walked out of the cafe sipping their drinks.

“You know,” sip, “you react to competition like a twelve year old girl.”

Sherlock’s coffee burnt his tongue. He spit it out, spluttering. 

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean this,” John demonstrated by stroking a hand down Sherlock’s arm exaggeratedly, “and this,” he leans up to breathe heavily into Sherlock’s ear.

“I thought you didn’t notice.”

“Yeah, not at first. But then that time at the Dancing Dragon you stole all the broccoli off my plate while glaring aggressively at the woman at the counter. And you don’t even like broccoli.”

Sherlock frowned heavily, reading to commence the world’s greatest sulk. But John was still talking.

“That’s when I realised,” John stopped and turned to face Sherlock fully, “that you wouldn’t really mind if I just-” 

John put his free hand on Sherlock’s shoulder and snogged him full on the mouth, right there on the busy pavement. Morning commuters swerved to avoid the two of them, stoically ignoring them in that fine London tradition. He could hold up the traffic for once, Sherlock thought dizzily. Mycroft did it all the time.

“Anyway,” said John, clearing his throat and rolling back on his heels. “Just wanted you to know. Don’t get your knickers in a twist. You don’t have any competition. But if you still feel like snogging me in odd places, that’s fine with me.”

“At crime scenes?”

“Not at crime scenes.”

“But you just said-”

“Got to draw the line somewhere, Sherlock.”

~end~


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Uptown Girl

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: hi i’ve come back from the dead lol (this is also gonna be in peter’s POV)

Peter Parker x Reader 

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by spiderholland

“Are you coming over tonight?” My friend, Ned Leeds, said.

“I can’t. I have the Stark internship.” I opened my locker to avoid looking at him. He would see right through my lies.

“Again? Didn’t you go there yesterday too?” Ned leaned against the locker beside me.

“Well, Mr. Stark expects me to work hard. I don’t wanna let him down.”

“Don’t you think you’re working a little too hard?” Ned crossed his arms.

“No! I just want to-”

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All My Love

MASTERLIST

A/N: I’m not happy with this, so I’m probably taking it down again but here goes a try. 

Word Count: 3,013

”Shawn? Shawn? Are you even listening to me at all?” I muttered, glancing over at Shawn in the passenger seat. 

I turned down John Mayer’s calming voice singing to us through the stereo in the jeep. My eyes fell on Shawn late enough for him to jerk up his head and quickly pop his eyes open. Confused and sleepy. For short moment probably wondering where on earth he was. 

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POPTEEN Magazine, September: Kyungsoo interview

Q0. I thought it could be realistic, that Hwandong and his ex-girlfriend, Hyejeong, can’t be honest even as they worry about each other. What did you think of the two’s relationship?

I thought it was enviable (laughs). Because even if they fight verbally whenever they see each other, they respect and think of each other deep down. It’s an ideal relationship, and I think to have a partner like that would be something wonderful.

Q1. What do you have and don’t have in common with Hwandong?

Maybe what we have in common is that we’re optimistic and have hardworking personalities. I also have a clear idea of my goals and try hard for the sake of achieving them. But our dating lives might differ. Hwandong doesn’t tell everything to the person he likes even when he has something to say, but I hope to do everything I can to avoid regret with my partner (laughs).

Q2. What advice do you want to give to teens for achieving their dreams?

It usually isn’t feasible to achieve your goal or dream in one step. Fulfilling a dream is a process, and I don’t think it can be had without each and every necessary experience along the way. So when you’re in your teens, you can’t look away from what you should do just because you don’t like the work (laughs). Even if you’re thinking “I hate this,” won’t you find strength in thinking of it as a step to what you personally want? I’ve managed to fulfill one of my dreams too, and now I’m trying on a new one.

Q3. What were you like as a teenager?

I was a really ordinary high school student. My student life was typical, playing around with close friends. Though that’s when I started to like music and to put in the effort to become an entertainer who would get to sing and act in the future.

Q4. Your ideal woman?

My ideal person stays as someone with a pretty smile. Just like how there are people with cool ear-to-ear grins, there are people with small, cute smiles. I’d love if someone I had feelings for liked to smile (laughs).

Q5. Something fun about being an actor?

That I can experience what I otherwise wouldn’t have. That’s a good part of an acting career. It also does make me glad to see others touched by or relate to my roles.

Q6. Word is you’re good at cooking. What can one do to become good at it?

Although it’s important to practice making dishes, it might be helpful to make them after getting to know the specific flavors of ingredients and seasonings. If you do that, you’d have a rough idea of what flavor mixing ingredients together might lead to. I’m doing my own research and refer a lot to recipes on the Internet to figure out how to create tastier dishes!

Q7. What are you good at making?

Steak and doenjangjjigae. When there’s opportunity to, I’d like to study traditional Japanese dishes as well.

Q8. A Korean dish you recommend?

Cheonggukjang-jjigae. It has a scent similar to natto, although it’s stronger and might be polarizing. But I like it (laughs). It’s very delicious!

Q9. What food did you find tasty while in Japan?

Ochazuke, monjayaki, nukazuke. I really like natto as well. Tonkatsu ramen is good too but Korean cuisine has a lot of strong flavors already, so I lean to lighter flavors with Japanese cuisine!

Q10. A message for Popteen readers!

Enjoy your summer vacation! And if you have a dream or goal for the future, try hard for its sake. I’m cheering for you too!

jpn to kor: @DYOBONBON 1, 2 | kor to eng: fydk

i was cute today✨

Tough Guy (M)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 3,296

Summary: A relaxing morning with boyfriend Yoongi takes a different turn when he discovers your love for Yoongi x reader smut…

With the windows in the living room slightly open, the sound of birds chirping sweetly outside could be heard from your position on the sofa. You were currently lying back with your feet propped up on Yoongi’s – your boyfriend – lap, feeling content as you watched him concentrate on the game he was playing on your phone.

Although it was only midday, being with him like this always made you feel comfortable enough to close your eyes and sleep for a little while.

Yoongi stuck his tongue out a bit as he focused intently, his eyes practically unblinking. You watched him with a wide smile, wondering if there was anything that could make you happier than moments like this.

So sleepy, you thought absently, your eyes fluttering closed despite your protests – the warmth of Yoongi’s hoodie and his presence were making it all too easy.

You were contemplating snuggling closer to him to watch him play when he suddenly gasped – a kind of choked sound that you rarely heard from him – and then he was staring at you with this surprised look on his face that jolted you out of your sleep completely.

“What is it?” you asked, fearful of his answer. A bad feeling settled into your stomach when you realised that you hadn’t closed down your tabs before handing him your phone, and you remembered with a surge of panic the smut you had been reading earlier… “Oh, God. What is it?”.

“Y/N…”. He was speaking quietly, reading something on your phone. You noticed that the tips of his ears and his cheeks were red, and he gave an awkward cough before he spoke. “I… didn’t realise I was dating such a naughty girl”.

“Oh my god, Yoongi!”. You threw the nearest cushion over your face and fell back against the rest, your entire body flooded with embarrassment. You’d never really known how it felt to want the ground to swallow you whole until right now, especially when Yoongi started to laugh. “Please tell me this is just a nightmare!”.

“Nope. It’s real”. He glanced at you and laughed again. “Do you always read things like this?”. He didn’t even sound like he was teasing you. That made it so much worse.

“Can we please not have a conversation about this?” you asked, your voice muffled by the cushion.

“I just found out that my girlfriend reads porn about me… so we’re talking about it,” he said matter-of-factly. You could feel his eyes on you now, but you knew that the second you looked at him, you would surely die from humiliation.

Always close your tabs before handing over your phone! your inner voice screamed.

“If you don’t want to talk about it,” he began in that low, bored voice. “I’ll just have to read it and find out for myself-“.

“Give me my phone back!” you demanded, lunging for it frantically; you hadn’t read the whole thing yet, but you were acutely aware of how weird some of these fanfictions could get, and that wasn’t something you needed Yoongi to see. Definitely not. Never.

Laughing, Yoongi pulled away from you without much effort.

Oh, Yoongi, harder,” he read aloud in a high-pitched voice. You hid your face in your hands and thought about how nice it would be to just disappear right now. “Yoongi picked up the pace, smashing into you”. You heard him hesitate. He was probably making that unimpressed face. “Smashing?”.

“A lot of fans write these kind of things about you and the other members,” you tried to explain, keeping your eyes trained on the hem of his t-shirt and the way it rolled up to expose his skin whenever he stretched. “I just wanted to read some… please stop teasing me about it? I think I’m going to die”.

Yoongi frowned, looking at you properly – it was like you were blushing everywhere. Your head hung down as though you were ashamed, and you fidgeted with the sleeves of his hoodie as you waited for him to say something. His brown eyes were focused on the way you held your lip between your teeth. He kept imagining you lying there, reading things like this. He wondered if it made you feel good to think of him touching you like that even when he wasn’t there, and the thought made him proud.

“Did you finish reading it?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“No”. You stopped yourself from saying ‘not yet’, knowing it would just start up another round of teasing.

“Hm”. He breathed deeply, coming to some sort of decision. “How about I read it to you?”. Finally, you bought your eyes – which had widened considerably – up to meet with his. To your utter shock, the expression on Yoongi’s familiar and handsome face was serious, no hint of a smile anywhere.

“That…”. He tilted his head to the side, confused by your stuttering.

“That what?”.

“That would be too embarrassing, Yoongi,” you told him. You tried to think of a clever way to change the subject, but he got there before you, interrupting your mindless chatter with his deep voice.

“Maybe we should just act it out instead, then”. Your breath hitched in your throat, his words sinking into you within seconds. The look on his face was lust masked as boredom, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of his tongue as it swiped across his lower lip.

You’d known for a long time that he enjoyed flustering you, but you hadn’t realised that it turned him on.

“I…”. You weren’t about to disagree, and he knew it.

“Come here”. His low, quiet voice made you shiver as you crawled over the short distance to him, straddling his lap in an instant. The movement made his hoodie - which was much too big for you - ride up over your ass, exposing your lacy underwear to Yoongi’s delight.

He pulled you closer to him at the waist, and the two of you released a sigh at the contact your bodies were making.

He was looking up at you in a sort of wonder, and you smiled as you kissed him, gently at first, simply enjoying the softness of it, the way everything made sense again as soon as your lips touched. But then Yoongi’s large hands were on your ass, squeezing it playfully but still hard enough to make you react.

You rested your hands against the cushion behind his head and moaned softly as you started to buck your hips forward, needing more of him. The feeling of his cock against your heat - despite the layers of clothing between you - was making your body sing.

Yoongi didn’t say anything; he just grunted and leaned his head back, consumed by the pleasure of being close to you. Even over his sweatpants, he could feel your warmth. But it was the sight of you moving against him, the way your breaths came uneven, the tiny whimpering sounds you made… he didn’t know he could want someone as much as this, in as many ways as he wanted you.

“Oh…”. You picked up your pace, your mouth parted delicately, pleasure shooting through you and resting in your core. “I’m…”. Yoongi contemplated it – seeing you come undone on top of him after using him to get off like that… He liked the thought a lot, but he wanted more. He didn’t want it to be so easy for you.

“Hey, we’re doing it wrong”. He pushed you off his lap and you flopped onto the sofa beside him, already staring daggers at him.

“What the fuck?!”.

“We’re doing it wrong,” he said again, as if that made it okay. He showed you the screen of your phone, acting as though he wasn’t just as caught up in that as you were. He was so good at pretending he wasn’t bothered by anything, whilst you were still breathing like a maniac, your mouth still parted in expectation. “We’re following these instructions”.

“They’re not instructions, you loser”. But you took your phone from him and read. Even still, you were a little embarrassed about the whole ordeal. You couldn’t even believe this had happened. “We’re supposed to be on the bed,” you told him, and he nodded as if to say ‘of course’. “And you’re supposed to be on top”.

“So do they just magically end up in the bedroom?” he asks, leaning over to peek at the screen as you scroll down, his hair tickling your cheek.

“No,” you deadpan. “You’re supposed to carry me in”.

“That’s ridiculous”.

“You’re the one who wants to act it out!”. You raised an eyebrow at him, and he sighed as if it was some massive task, continuing to read. An amused smile lit up his face.

“All you say is ‘Yoongi, ah!’”.

“I don’t sound like that”. He shrugs, and now you want to tease him in the way he’s been teasing you. “Well, you’re supposed to be a tough guy”. For dramatic effect, you waited a second before scoffing loudly. Yoongi, of course, looked instantly offended.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice cold. “You don’t think I can be a tough guy?”. You gave him your best ‘do I really need to answer that question?’ look, and he narrowed his eyes, totally unamused.

“I just can’t imagine you saying ‘Look at me. These lips are mine. This body is mine. You are mine’”. You burst out laughing as soon as you said it, but he knew you were only teasing. He had definitely said something along those lines multiple times before, and both of you were well aware.

“Maybe you’ll be surprised”.

“I’d like to be surprised,” you replied evenly. He watched your face for a moment, and you stared back, already wanting to feel him in ways you couldn’t say out loud.

Wordlessly, your boyfriend stood up, stretching out before scooping you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck and tried not to get lost in his scent, keeping your eyes on his as he carried you into the bedroom without a sound.

Throwing you back onto the bed so that you bounced more than once on the mattress, Yoongi stood back and watched as you pulled his hoodie up – slowly and dramatically – over your head. He was hard from the moment you had straddled him, but now his cock was throbbing against its restraints when he thought of what was to come.

“Is this sexy?” you asked with false innocence, unclasping your bra and throwing it to one side. You ran a hand through your hair and watched for his reaction, satisfied at the tent you could see inside his sweatpants. “Do you like this, Yoongi?”. You fluttered your eyelashes, but he just rolled his eyes at your antics.

“Stick to the script,” he told you, but he was palming himself, biting his lip. You sat on your knees and ran a hand down your body, sneaking it under the hem of your underwear and sighing as you touched your now sensitive clit.

You really liked the way he was watching you rub your hand against your clit. Yoongi was wondering why it was so hot to see you touch yourself like that.

“That feels so good, Yoongi”.

Fuck, Y/N”. You loved it when he cursed in that low voice of his. You wanted him all over you, but you liked the idea of being especially submissive today – just like in the smut – so you leant forward until you were on all-fours.

He stepped forward a little, pulling off his t-shirt and tugging down his sweatpants until his cock sprang free. Your eyes roamed over his body before landing on his own eyes, and the intense way in which he stared at you almost made you moan. You wanted him to push you over the edge, and he could see that.

“Hurry up,” he ordered you, so you did, wrapping your mouth around his cock, not giving him more than a second to react to the feel of you around him.

“Ah… fuck”. His fingers got lost in your hair as you swiped your tongue over the slit, thoroughly enjoying the sounds he was making. He was groaning and cursing every few seconds, encouraging you to keep going. “That’s it, baby,” he said in a strained voice when you sank your mouth lower onto him. “Oh, fuck, so pretty”.

You hummed around his cock and he grunted – the exact reaction you wanted – using both hands to bunch your hair up.

“Open your mouth for me, baby girl”. You complied, and he looked at you for a second longer, admiring your swollen lips before sliding his cock back into your mouth.

You pressed your legs together, making yourself hold eye contact with him as he slowly slid in and out of your mouth, setting his own pace.

“Fuck!”. He threw his head back as his pace picked up, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge, especially with the strained sounds you were making. “Y/N… fuck”. The feel of his hands in your hair, tugging and pulling at every strand, and the way he was whimpering as he fucked your mouth… you found yourself wanting to see him come undone because of you.

But you were feeling much too mischievous for that, so you pulled away from his cock, letting it fall out of your mouth with a pop.

“What the-“.

“You’re not supposed to come yet,” you told him sweetly, and he literally scowled at you, not giving you the chance to catch your breath back as he pushed you back down against the mattress.

You sneaked a hand into your underwear, pushing a finger easily inside you thanks to how wet you were, watching him step out of his sweatpants, eyes glazed over with undeniable lust.

“Yoongi, ah,” you teased, but he didn’t smile. Instead, he climbed up onto the bed, eyes not leaving yours as he settled in between your legs. One strong hand against your stomach had you unable to move, and you bit your lip in anticipation as he hummed against your entrance deliberately, causing you to arch your back.

“You haven’t been a good girl, so I’m not going to be nice to you”. The ease in which he said it, the way his nose touched your clit… you were a writhing mess beneath him. “You’re so wet… do you like sucking my cock? Does that make you feel good, huh?”.

“Yoongi, please”. You needed more. You wanted him to touch you everywhere. “Please”.

“Hm”. He sat back on his heels and watched you squirm for a moment, and you hated the uninterested look on his face almost as much as you loved it. “You’re so needy… I don’t know if I should let you come so easily”.

In reply, you let out a desperate moan. You were so aroused and he wasn’t touching you at all.

“So wet and needy, yet so naughty”. He actually made a ‘tut’ sound in disapproval, and your moan turned into an empty sob.

Without any warning, Yoongi’s mouth was on your clit, sucking at it and teasing it over your underwear. If it wasn’t for Yoongi’s hand holding you down, you would have arched your back completely off the bed.

“Oh my god… oh my god, Yoongi, please”. He moved your underwear aside, and the air against you made your core heat up even more, especially when you felt his tongue go flat, licking up and down your slit before circling your entrance, causing you to stop breathing.

His tongue entered you, and you moaned loudly, not caring how desperate you seemed as you bucked your hips as best as you could under his restraint. You wanted to reach out and take hold of his hair. You wanted him to keep going, but you knew well enough that he would stop. You knew he wouldn’t let you come, but you went along with it anyway, breathing messily as you drew closer to the edge.

His tongue didn’t let up until you stilled, so close that you could taste the release, but he pulled away as expected.

Ignoring your whines of protest, his lips found yours, and you immediately opened up your mouth to him, getting lost in him all over again. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

“Look at me,” he told you, so you did, scared of arguing in case he punished you any further. His eyes were dark, his face flushed and his hair awry.

Everything about him was hot, and you didn’t want to look away, especially when he bit his lip.

“These lips…”. He kissed you with a harsh softness. “Are mine”. His lips trailed down your body, kissing every part of you in that same way. “This body is mine”. His words and his voice laced with lust resonated in your core, and you moaned out for him. “You are mine. Do you understand?”.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Good. Now turn over so I can fuck you”. Your body was heavy with exhaustion, but you did as he told you to do, pulling yourself up onto your knees and shivering at the lost contact. “Good girl”. You yelled out as his hand landed hard against your left cheek, and then even harder against your right.

“Fuck,” you cursed, obsessed with the way he was making you feel. Yoongi bought his hand down against your ass again, making you jump.

“What are you allowed to say?”.

“Y-Yoongi, ah,” you said, and he smacked your ass cheek again, this time in approval.

“Good girl”. His praise made you feel better than you ever thought it would, and excitement coursed through your veins as he pulled your underwear down, completely exposing you. He threw it aside and used one hand to pull your hair back, the other to align his cock with your entrance. “Hm… you’re dripping. I can’t wait to see you come all over my cock, Y/N”.

“Ah”. You clutched the sheets between your fingers at the feel of his tip entering you, slowly stretching you out before pulling back to slam into you, filling you up in an instant.

Your mind was gone, and you could think of nothing else but the bliss you felt as Yoongi thrust into you relentlessly, praising you on how wet you were, reminding you to stay still so he didn’t have to punish you.

“Ahh… baby, fuck”. He smacked your ass again and then squeezed your cheeks, whimpering at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. “Fuck!”.

“Yoongi,” you moaned, struggling to keep yourself in place as his pace picked up even further, filling you up more and more until he was bottoming out, tugging at your hair in his hand until you had to lift your head. “It’s… ah!”.

“You feel so good,” he told you, and there were tears in the corners of your eyes as you felt yourself coming to your climax once again. “Fuck, baby girl, you’re so good. You’re so tight and… fuck”.

“D-don’t stop!”. You knew that if he did, you wouldn’t be able to recover. His thrusts became harsher and harsher, the sounds of sex in the room making your insides melt. “Yoongi, please!”.

He let go of your hair and grabbed your hips, pumping into you with the intent of making you come hard.

“Are you going to come for me like a good girl?”.

“Yes!”. You couldn’t help it – your hands slipped a little, but Yoongi just used the new angle to fuck you harder, making you feel somehow even fuller.

His grunts and curses bought you closer and closer, until you crashed over the edge, coming so hard that you swore you could see stars.

Yoongi was not far behind, his pace growing sloppier and sloppier as he came inside you, saying your name in a quiet, strained voice as he did.

You collapsed onto your side the moment he released you, and a second later, he was lying beside you, the both of you breathing heavily.

It was only a few seconds until he wrapped his arms around your waist, smirking smugly at you.

“You’re going to say something cheesy, right?” you asked, already laughing. You could just tell from the confident look on his face.

“Actually, I was going to ask you if you preferred the movie to the book”.

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Replaceable Part 1!!

Lance needed to talk to somebody. It was all getting too much. The loneliness, the homesickness, the insecurities. He was often finding himself wandering the halls at night after waking up from a nightmare (they were all about his family thinking Lance had abandoned them, leaving without so much as a goodbye and his place in the team). He always kept it to himself. He would put on a mask everyday and pretend everything was fine. He would put his teammates’ feelings and problems before his own. Oh, you’re feeling sad? Here’s a corny joke/pick-up line for you! You did something incredible? Let me tell you how cool and talented you are. And he was fine with that. It made him happy to know that he was helping his team, even if they didn’t realize it. But he had finally took all he could. The bottle where he tucked away all his insecurities and feelings was about to explode, and if it did, the clean up would be messy. He just needed to talk…but to who? He didn’t want to tell Shiro or Keith or the other paladins; he didn’t want them to view him as weak. And especially not Allura. What if he told her and she started to doubt his position as the Blue Paladin? He did that enough himself. So that left one person.
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Lance found Coran messing with their Altean map. Lance smiled softly. Yeah, I can talk to Coran. He won’t judge me or tell anyone. I can trust him. He thought. “Hey, Coran.” “Lance, my boy! What brings you here?” “I uh, was just wondering if I could talk to you for a bit, if you don’t mind.” “Of course not! I’m just recalibrating and updating this map. It is 10,000 years old after all! Go ahead! I’m all ears!” Lance chuckled softly and shook his head. Yeah, Coran was his best (and only) choice. Lance walked over to a window, glancing at the foreign stars passing them, which only made him more homesick. Lance sighed. Where should he start? “Well..I guess I’m not feeling like myself lately. It’s my own fault really. I kept all of this bottled up, thinking I couldn’t talk to anyone, but…it’s a relief I can get it out now.” He took a deep breath. “I don’t think I belong here. I feel like I’m not needed, that I’m just here because you have to have somebody pilot Blue. What do I even contribute to the team? I’m not a computer whiz like Pidge, an amazing engineer like Hunk, nowhere near as talented of a pilot or fighter like Keith, or a strong leader like Shiro. All of them have a thing. It makes them special, an important part of the team. And you and Allura know all about the castle, so you pretty much protect us and give us a home. But what do I do? What if I don’t have a thing. Sure Shiro called me ‘sharpshooter,’ but is that really a talent? With a couple of training sessions, anybody could do that. I don’t provide anything to give to the team, to make us stronger. I-I’m not special. I don’t feel special. I’m just the fifth wheel. Seventh if you count you and Allura. And that’s the worst wheel to be. I hate to ask this, but I have to know..am I important Coran? To the team? To anyone? Am I just here because you had to have an extra pilot to form Voltron? Do you guys even like me, or do you just tolerate me because you have to? Am I just the quirky idiot just here for laughs, who can never take anything seriously?” Lance glanced to the floor, eyes glued to his feet. “Am I…replaceable?” Lance was answered with silence. He turned to face to Altean, whose brows were furrows in concentration at a certain planet. “….Coran?” Coran jumped and turned around quickly. “Oh, I’m sorry my boy! I guess I got a little too distracted with the map. What were you saying? I’m afraid I missed it.” Lance inhaled sharply, and forced a shaky grin. “It’s okay, Coran. It was nothing important anyways.” With that, Lance turned on his heels and headed straight to his room, not bothering to wipe away the hot tears that ran down his flushed cheeks.