i love your neck so much

BTS’s reaction to you getting jealous

Request: yooo hiii bts and exo reaction to you getting jealous juseyoooo!! kamsahamnida :—))) 

A/N: I’m guessing you mean their s/o getting jealous…

-KenKen


Namjoon

He would be a little oblivious to it, leaving you to spell it out for him. He’d then pull you closer to his chest whispering an ‘I love you’ before kissing your forehead, making sure to really emphasize the ‘you’.

Jin

This guy would probably notice it right away, from the way you looked at the person to the way you talked to them gave it easily away. He would pull you closer to him, both chest touching, and leave a peck on your lips.

“I love only you.”

Yoongi

Like Namjoon he’d probably be a little bit oblivious but not to the point where you had to spell it out for him; he’d most likely pick up on it and wrap his arm around your waist or if you were sitting down he’d give a little squeeze to your thigh for quick reassurance with a small smile.

Hoseok

He’d bring you in for a tight hug and leave little kisses everywhere on you face until you started laughing and forgetting everything about the other person.

“You’re the only one I want.”

Jimin

He would nuzzle his way into your neck clearly trying to grab you attention and once he got it, he would look you straight in the eyes, smiling as he told you how much he loves you and only you.

(Sorry this GIF was so cute! I had to!)

Taehyung

If he was talking to the person then he would find a way to get out of the conversation and give you all his attention and also every gesture of hearts he could possibly make.

Jungkook

I think he’d notice it right away but he’d try to be subtle about it, meaning he’d most likely be more affectionate and whisper cute things into your ear to get your mind off it.

“I want to see that beautiful smile.”

Thanksgiving ; Minghao AU

This is a mess, but it’s cute, I hope you like it ! :) 

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!! <3 this isn’t the best, cause I JUST WENT OFF, because I had so much in my brain and I was like, oh that’s cute, this is cute and I love minghao so yikes. I hope you all had a good thanksgiving though! Much love! Also. SEND IN REQUESTS PLS  ! 


  • so you were getting ready for a thanksgiving get together with your whole family 
  • and you were like ugh 
  • because social events weren’t your thing 
  • and you hated them and never liked going to these things 
  • anxiety is amazing :) 
  • you liked to be alone 
  • with your books and journals 
  • socializing was a nightmare in reality 
  • even though it was family, you were still uncomfortable 
  • you wore black ripped skinny jeans 
  • and your favorite grey/black turtle neck 
  • you weren’t really a makeup person so you just put mascara on to look less dead 
  • your hair was just being whatever, cause you didn’t really care 
  • you went downstairs and waiting in the car for your parents 
  • you put your headphones in and started listening to music 
  • music was your everything 
  • music took you away from reality and you loved it 
  • when you arrived at the family gathering 
  • you mentally sighed the longest and loudest sigh in the history of long and loud sighs 
  • your hands were sweaty and your heart was beating faster 
  • you were panicking and you just wanted to cry 
  • you got through it though 
  • after everyone in the family said hello to you 
  • you sat yourself in the dining room while everyone 
  • in the family was in the living room playing games 
  • or watching football 
  • the noise was getting loud so you put your headphones in
  • and started playing instrumental music 
  • while reading your book alone at the table 
  • the front door was connected to the dining room 
  • so whenever another family member walked in 
  • you’d shyly smile or wave at them and quickly go back to reading 
  • eventually your cousin had showed up 
  • he brought a friend with him that you’d never seen before 
  • he was very good looking
  • and he had strong Asian features 
  • which kind of intrigued you more ?? idk 
  • “hey y/n!!” your cousin yelled obnoxiously 
  • you pulled out your headphones and quietly said hi back 
  • the foreign boy had no expression 
  • surprisingly you and your cousin were really close 
  • beside the fact, that you were total opposites 
  • you were best friends 
  • “this is my friend minghao, he’s a foreign exchange student from china.” 
  • “hi, i’m minghao. he just said that.” 
  • you smiled at his awkward response. 
  • “hi, i’m y/n.” 
  • you somehow managed to get a sentence out to a boy you’d never met before 
  • how weird 
  • “ok, you two talk while I go hang out with the famiy, ok? have fun.” 
  • your cousin had left you with minghao 
  • alone 
  • you’re like ??? 
  • um 
  • idk what to do 
  • I can’t talk to people wtf 
  • you wanted to punch your cousin 
  • okay

  • minghao was so cute though 
  • you both sat there in silence awkwardly for a moment 
  • he kept playing with the sleeves of his sweatshirt 
  • he’d casually glance at you 
  • and you’d catch him 
  • and he’d immediately look away 
  • face getting red ohmygod 
  • you were playing with your ring 
  • cause you were like 
  • he keeps looking at me ?? 
  • what do I do ?? 
  • he’s cute !!! 
  • and then he’s like 
  • “um, this is awkward”
  • you’re like 
  • yeah” 
  • and he goes 
  • “lets have an arm wrestle” 
  • and you’re like ??? what 
  • but you weren’t gonna be like no so 
  • you held each others hand awkwardly 
  • his hand was sweaty 
  • so was yours 
  • when he said go 
  • you genuinely tried your hardest to beat him 
  • but you lost 
  • he was surprisingly strong for how little he looked 
  • you were both laughing and staring at each other and having a good non awkward time until 
  • your cousin walked in 
  • and you were still holding each other hands 
  • “um?” 
  • “oh.” 
  • “uh.” 
  • you both pull your hands away from each other 
  • both of your faces 
  • RED AS FRICK 
  • and your cousin is like 
  • omg cute 
  • but not out loud 
  • he just thinks that 
  • an lowkey ships you both 
  • “I don’t wanna know what was even going on” 
  • your cousin laughed 
  • “we were just having an arm wrestle.” 
  • minghao innocently said 
  • and your heart just 
  • clenched 
  • cause he sounded 
  • so 
  • small 
  • and cute 
  • and you were like omg 
  • but 
  • you guys all talked for hours 
  • like the whole get together was just you talking 
  • you got comfortable with him quite quickly 
  • you didn’t feel anxious around him and that was nice 
  • by the end of the night 
  • you both got each others numbers 
  • not even necessarily cause y’all liked each other 
  • but minghao wanted to play imessage games 
  • or maybe he was just being slick ;) 
  • before you left the gathering 
  • you said your goodbyes to all of the family 
  • and then minghao had some random boost of confidence and was like 
  • he pulled you aside from everyone 
  • outside 
  • by some trees 
  • and was like 
  • “happy thanksgiving, I had a good time with you today. I hope we can talk more and become closer. I think you’re really nice” 
  • then he paused for awhile and you were like wow 
  • “you’re also, like.. really pretty” he shyly laughed 
  • and you were like 
  • !!!!!!! WHAKJASFKRT IFG mee too 
  • and you went 
  • “minghao, you’re easy on the eyes too” 
  • and him not being amazingly fluent in English was like 
  • “what” 
  • by then your confidence was gone 
  • “it means you’re good looking” 
  • his smile was the brightest and biggest thing you had ever seen after that, you died 
  • but 
  • you quickly kissed his cheek and ran off while yelling 
  • “goodbye minghao, i’ll text you tonight” 
  • and his face was all red like
  • wow she just kissed me on the cheek 
  • and you did text him 
  • and you both texted each other all night 
  • how cute 

MASTERLIST // BTS & SVT & GOT7 SCENARIOS AND REACTIONS 

not-a-glad-gladiator  asked:

SO TO CONTINUE MY SPAM (SORRY) Whenever this go get too much for either of you, he's down to pick you up and just drive with no set destination. It either consists of talking or singing along to whatever music he has on at the top of your lungs (tbh it's mostly you, but he gets a kick out of watching you do it)

YES!! I LOVE THIS!! jamming to heavy rock and using your fingers and drum sticks hitting them against the dashboard to the beat of the song and then whenever he stops he leans over and kisses the part of your neck where your collar bone and neck meet and he’s just so ***HEART EYES*** bc he loves you so much and you’re the only light in his life and UGH SO MUCH LOVE

anonymous asked:

So i'm a virgin and i feel sex the first time with Bill would be like, he would kiss all over your face and your neck to help take your mind off the pain of him the first time and just whisper how good your doing and how much he loves you.

It would be soft gentle and sweet. Also, my first time wasn’t painful whatsoever.

~send me your thirstiest bill asks~

take one look at you, you’re heaven incarnate (Zig x MC)

- 505 words

- first fic! 

- tl;dr: you and zig dance as you both realize that you’re desperately in love with one another

Zig’s large, strong hands were wrapped around your waist, holding your body close to his. Chest to chest, you swayed to Kaitlyn’s band. The first slow song of the evening was not going to waste when you had such a handsome boyfriend to dance with. Your arms were around Zig’s neck, your hands grazing the soft brown hair at the nape of his neck as you danced.

Zig’s wide dark eyes looked down at you, full of affection. A slight smile played on his lips, far from the sexy smirk he usually gave you. It was sweeter, more vulnerable.

“What?” You asked, a smile on your own lips. A smile that was ever-present when he was around. A chill ran through you as you realized… “Wow, I love him.” The fine hair on your arms stood straight up and your cheeks heated.

“Just admiring the view. Are you blushing?” He teased, his smile turning into a full-blown grin, all of his white teeth displayed. The corners of his eyes crinkled and his dimples deepened, making his face so unbearably beautiful that you were left wondering whether to cry, laugh, or run away with him forever.

His grin was contagious. “You’re staring at me weird!” You laughed, your red cheeks making you self-conscious, but not enough to erase the happiness that was flooding your whole body. You dropped your head to his chest, hiding your grin and your blush, feeling his heart beating through his shirt. It was pounding a bit faster than the beat of the song, almost like he was nervous. Was he?

Suddenly, his fingers grasped your chin. His fingers. Soft and firm, they held your head up as he gazed into your eyes. His deep, dark brown eyes stared back at you with an indecipherable look before he pressed his lips to your own. You felt yourself physically melt into his arms, growing limp as his strong arms held you and you dissolved into his kiss.

You pouted as he pulled away, but hugged you to him as he asked, “You do realize I’m falling in love with you?” You heard his voice catch as he whispered into your ear. Your heart stuttered, and you pulled back to look into the face of the man who’d changed your life. The tan face was broken open and you felt it: Zig was putting everything on the line with this declaration. You understood him; this feeling was so deep that whenever you saw him you wanted to jump for joy or bawl your eyes out. It was painful and extremely happy, and you wouldn’t have traded it for the world. You had changed him into someone who wanted to confess his feelings just as he had made you realize that you weren’t worthless. Just as he reminded you every day how beautiful and smart and amazing you were, you reminded him how he wasn’t the thug people thought him to be.

“I understand why people say that they’re so happy they can sing now,” you replied, kissing his cheek as you resumed your swaying, hugging your boyfriend close.

bts scenario: you flinch during a fight

hope you enjoy this scenario! angsty scenarios like this are my favorite. hope you all have a good day, love youuuu xx

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jin: jin had raised his hand to push lightly against his aching temples when you had quickly gasped and took a step back away from him. “y/n.. wha-” “i’m sorry for arguing, please don’t,” you seemed so scared as jin stared at you with wide eyes. “i would never hit you baby, you know that.” jin reached forward and grabbed the hand covering your face and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. the tension seemed to drain from your body as you slumped against him. “i love you, princess, so much,” he placed kisses along your neck, “i would never hurt you.”

Originally posted by btspeach

yoongi: “leave me alone dammit!” yoongi would shout as you tried to get him to come home from the studio. you let out a sound of surprise at his tone and backed away with wide eyes. “baby, no please.” yoongi’s eyes would immediately fill with tears as he saw your scared expression. “ i would-” his sentence was cut off as he began to cry, “i’m so sorry.” you took a tentative step closer before curling your arms around yoongi’s neck, holding him close. “it’s okay, i love you.”

Originally posted by sugaswagdaddy

hoseok: “y/n shut up i’m trying to concentrate.” hoseok grunted as he practiced his dance again and again, determined to get it correct. “hoseok, please come home,” you begged. “dammit i said shut up!” he yelled as a water bottle was thrown in your direction, just barely missing your head. when you screamed in surprise and flinched, he was at your side in seconds. “baby, i’m so sorry, i should’ve never done that.” hoseok would cry into your shoulder as you both held each other, hoseok made sure to always spend time with you every day after that. 

Originally posted by un4

namjoon: “dammit!” you heard namjoon growl for what seemed like the 100th time that night as he couldn’t get the lyrics to the song he was working on to sound right. “joonie, maybe you should take a break?” you suggested. “maybe you should leave me alone?” he growled as he whipped around and stood up abruptly from his chair. you flinched back against the door at his movement and namjoon stood still. “baby no..” he would pull you into his arms, assuring you that he would never hit you, ever. 

Originally posted by joonie-bts

jimin: as soon as you flinched away from jimin, his heart would drop to his feet. his baby was scared of him. “babe?” he would question as he stepped closer to you, heart thumping in his chest. he knew he was scary while angry, but he never wanted you to be afraid of him. “baby girl?” he stepped closer and pushed your chin up to met his gaze. “i would never hit you, never.” he said firmly before he pulled you close to his chest. the rest of the day filled with kisses and cuddles. 

Originally posted by kookielife

taehyung: “taeeeee,” you said as you nudged tae’s shoulder to which he grumbled and turned away. “taeeeee,” you said again. “y/n stop.” you said his name again and he whipped around, “stop!” tae screamed and you flinched away from your spot next to him with wide eyes. the expression on your face pulled at tae’s heart as he immediately took your hand in his, “i’m sorry, please don’t think i would-” he cut himself off, “i would never lay on a hand on you that way,” tae would pull you into his lap and cover you both with a warm blanket, kisses and kdrama watching to ensue.  

Originally posted by kimtaehyung-gifs

jungkook: jungkook was stressed and you had tried everything to help him, doing his chores around the house with the boys, making his favorite food and even watching his favorite movies with him. but one day, he snapped, “y/n! stop coddling me! i’m not a fucking baby!” the velocity of his voice and the swearing had you flinching in front of him as you brought your hands up in defense. jungkook took one look at you before he broke down in tears, “i didn’t mean t-to,” he would sob, “i love y-you,” you knew he hadn’t meant to scare you, he was just stressed, so you walked over to him and ran your hands through his hair. the rest of the night was spent baking his favorite cookies and drinking hot chocolate. 

Originally posted by parkjiminer

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UGH OH MY HOLY CHUCK can’t believe I’ve finished this – I freakin ADORE this au; IT’S PRECIOUS
& the idea of an Eclipse is what I live for; finally able to touch eachother for such short and rare occasions

I’m sorry if I get Things wrong (& I’m sorry if there’s something in there beautiful Outfits I forgot & I’m sorry for the rings on their arms, I couldn’t stop drawing shiny Things) PLEASE DON’T HATE ME, I DON’T KNOW THE RULES FOR AU FANART
@elicedraws  , TAKE MY ATTEMPT TO APPRECIATE YOU;YOUR WORK;ETC
/cries/ IM TALKING TOO MUCH AGAIN; IM SORRY –

btw, there was some cute dialogue-stuff going on on the Sketches, but I’m bad at writing and I’m afraid it would Sound edgy and weird so JUST PRETEND THERE IS CUTE STUFF LIKE “I love you my sunshine, to earth & back”

BTS Reaction - Make up sex

Seokjin

“Sweetheart… I’m sorry.”  

You feel Jin’s weight settle next to you on the bed, returning from wherever he stormed off to not ten minutes earlier.  Sorry or not, his apology doesn’t take back all the ruthless things his sharpened tongue have said, or act to ease the flow of tears running down your face.  He’s usually such a sweetie - such a goofball with his terrible jokes and cheesy smiles - so seeing him lose his temper like that… having him yell at you for the very first time… it’s shocked you to the core.  

He reaches out to touch your back, unable to hide the hurt he feels when you flinch away.  When he softly utters your name you can hear the regret lacing his voice, and despite all the pain you feel you can’t help but lift your face from your knees to look at him, this man you love so much.  

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, and expression he wears is so guilt-ridden, so tormented, that you feel some of your own anger start to slip away.  

“I’m sorry too,” you whisper back, tilting your face into his hand when he reaches out to wipe your tears away.  Jin’s touch is so comforting, so soothing, that you don’t resist when he moves closer, cupping your face in both hands now.  The way he leans closer to you is cautious, his eyes flicking between yours for any sign that you’re going to run away, but much to his surprise you’re the one closes the gap between you.  You bring your lips to his in an eager kiss, your hands finding the front of his sweater and gripping it tightly to pull him closer.  

“I didn’t mean… what I said…” Jin mumbles between the meeting of your mouths, his fingers pushing back your hair and then grabbing at your back, pulling you into him as you start to tug at his clothes.  

“Jin… just shut up.”  His sweater coming off cuts short any reply what he might have had, your tongue slipping into his mouth ensuring he remains mute save the languid groan of pleasure he makes as you fall onto your back, pulling him with you to lie between your legs.  It doesn’t take long for the both of you to lose the rest of your clothes, and when Jin starts to touch you gently between your legs you only wait a few seconds, no more, before pushing his hand away and whispering against his lips that you’re ready.  

He needs no more encouragement than to hear those needful words from your tongue to give into that most primal of urges.  He lines himself up with your achingly wet core and then slowly starts to push inside, his kisses never ceasing even as you gasp at the feeling of his thick length stretching you open beneath him.  The feeling of Jin beginning to move inside you, his hands worshipping every inch of  your body… there could be no better comfort that he could provide.  

He rests his face against the crook of your neck, peppering your skin with sweet, loving kisses as he maintains the slow, steady pace of his hips, dragging his cock back and forth inside you to stimulate all your deepest, darkest places.

“You’re so beautiful… I love you so much.”

Originally posted by melanielovesgaysempai

Yoongi

You hate it when he’s like this.  Arguments you can handle easily enough; blessed with a quick mind and wide vocabulary, verbal slanging matches are practically your forte - but this?  The cold shoulder, the sullen silences, the dean-pan expression and icy stare?  You have no idea what to do with this.  

It makes you feel nervous, chewing on your bottom lip and playing with a frayed thread on your shirt as you wait for Yoongi to explode; to shout, to scream, to throw things, anything.  Anything but just stand there on the other side of the room, arms folded, regarding you like you’re something nasty he just found on the bottom of his shoe.  You knew you were asking for trouble when you kept teasing him earlier, talking back and making fun with the rest of his friends.  The dark look settling Yoongi’s eyes should’ve been enough of an indicator for you to stop, but you’d liked making them laugh and you’d liked being centre of attention, so you’d carried on, unknowingly pushing him far beyond his limits of tolerance.

“What do you want from me, Yoongi?”  you sigh eventually, peeking out at him from under your lashes.  Silence.  “You want me to say sorry?”  He cocks his head to the side.  “Well I’m sorry, ok?”  Still he says nothing, and you end up losing your patience, letting out a loud groan of frustration and shoving your head into your hands.  

“I don’t want your ‘sorry’s’,” he drawls after a moment, voice soft and deadly, and you lift your face to look at him over the tips of your fingers, wide eyed.  He starts to walk toward you, letting his arms fall from his chest, rotating the ring on his index finger round and round.  “What I want… is for you to never disrespect me like that ever again.”  Yoongi stops short of the sofa, just a pace or two away, his eyes blazing as he glares down at you.  “I want you to not to be such a fucking brat.”  

You take a sharp intake of breath into your hands, equally shocked and confused by his savage tone and the heat you can feel unfurling deep in your belly in response to it.  

“I want you down on your fucking knees, showing me you can do as you’re told, for once.”  What?

Your hands fall from your face, sitting up just a little bit straighter as you try to figure out if Yoongi’s serious or not.  The steely look in his eyes and the obvious bulge in his sweats are enough to convince you of his intentions, and before you know it your body is moving down to sit on the hard wooden floor at his feet, your hands grabbing at the elasticated waist to tug them down.  

“Open your mouth,” Yoongi tells you sharply, grabbing the base of his hardened cock and pointing it towards your lips expectantly.  You do as you’re told, letting your jaw go slack as you look up at him from under your eyelashes, taking a breath when you feel him grab a hold of the back of your head.  He pulls you onto him, slipping the entire length of his cock into your mouth and down your throat in one fell swoop, and then holding you there with a grunt of satisfaction. When you start to caress the length of him with your tongue, your throat burning, you watch as pleasure softens the harshness of his features.  

Though Yoongi’s still rough as he starts to thrust in and out of your mouth, some of the anger seems to have faded from his eyes, a smirk forming across his face as you moan around him.  His other hand comes up to cradle your cheek, his cock slipping back and forth between your spit slickened lips.  

“Can’t talk back now, can you?

Originally posted by jiminiessugamonster

Hoseok

It’s been six months since yours and Jung Hoseok’s paths have crossed.  Six months since he walked out of your life, shouting and slamming doors, tired of having the same argument with you again and again.  You’d convinced yourself you were long over him, sure that if you ever saw him again you’d be able to look him square in the eyes and feel absolutely nothing.  

Oh, how very wrong you were.  He had to be here, tonight of all nights, when you’ve already fallen out with the people who’re supposed to love you most.  All you want is to drown your sorrows, but when you catch sight of Hobi from across the dance floor, his body moving fluidly to the music, you can’t deny the magnetic pull that draws you across the room.  He hasn’t seen you yet, too busy beaming his 1,000 watt smile at the petite girl grinding against his side, and even though it hurts you to watch, you can’t look away.  

Hobi always understood.  He was always the one to put you back together after mother had torn you apart with her sharp tongue and harsh criticisms, and you find yourself aching for that comfort from him now.  Thoughtlessly you approach until you’re only a few steps away, standing in the middle of the dance floor like some kind of motionless moron, gasping when his eyes pass over you and ready to sob in the split seconds between him looking away and then doing a double take.  You see his mouth form the syllables of your name, and though the music is far too loud the memory of his voice makes it almost so you can hear it anyway, a thrill running down your spine.

He steps away from the girl - she’s thankfully too drunk to mind - to stand directly in front of you, his eyes running all over you from top to toe, like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.  

It’s only when he reaches out to touch your cheek, his eyebrows knotted in concern, that you realise you’re crying.  You pull away abruptly, shaking your head and roughly wiping your eyes, but the damage is already done.  That simple touch has been branded into your skin now, and all you can think about is having more and more and more.  Apparently, Hobi feels the same.  He grabs your hand and drags you away from the dance floor, towards the toilets, and when he finds the one marked as disabled he pushes you inside and then locks the door firmly behind him when he enters too, ignoring the shocked look on your face.  

For a few moments you both just stand there, absorbing every inch of each other, but right when you’re about to speak Hobi suddenly launches himself at you.  Your back slams into the countertop behind you as his mouth does the same, meeting yours in a hard, fervent kiss that smacks of desperation, and then suddenly his hands are hooking behind your thighs, lifting you onto it so he can stand between your legs.  Your hands are in his hair, pulling on it, trying to get him closer even though you know it’s not physically possible, his tongue fighting for dominance with yours.  

There’s someone banging on the toilet door - people must’ve seen the two of you run inside - but you couldn’t care less.  All you can focus on is Hobi’s fingertips grabbing  your thighs, hitching up to your skirt as you yank open his pants, craving the feel of him inside you after so long.  As quickly as you can pull his long cock free he’s sliding you off the counter and onto it, thrusting inside you barebacked as you wrap your legs around his hips, knowing instinctively that you’ll be wet enough to take it.  You always were.  

“Shit, I missed this pussy,” he grunts into you ear, bouncing you on his length.

“I missed you, god, I miss you.” 

Originally posted by hayoomin

Namjoon

Hitting the ‘send’ button with far more force than necessary you let out a scream of frustration, throwing your phone across the room and onto the sofa for a soft landing.  Yes, you’re pissed off, but you still don’t want a broken phone.  Namjoon wrecks enough of your stuff without trying, you won’t give him the satisfaction of being responsible for that too.  

You’re not replying again, no matter what he has to say for himself.  In fact, you’re not even going to read his response.  Deep down, you know you’re over-reacting - him not doing the dishes is hardly worth this amount of aggravation.  Truth be told, every time he does it you usually end up having to to the store to buy more to replace the ones he’s dropped and smashed on the floor, but that’s not the point.  The point is Namjoon always makes these promises about things he’s going to do to help out more around the house, and then something bigger and better and more important comes up, and you’re left to do all the grunt work.  Every time.  

You pointedly ignore the flashing light on your phone for the rest of the night, knowing that he won’t be home ‘till really late and still soothing too much to make up in the meantime.  It’s left abandoned on the sofa when you go to bed, too, only managing to fall asleep after you’ve helped yourself relax with a long, hot bath that helps to melt some of the stress away.   

It’s Namjoon climbing into bed next to you that wakes you up a few hours later, though you still pretend to be fast asleep until you feel him start to shuffle up against your back, his face pressed between your shoulder blades.  

“I’m still mad,” you murmur, your voice husky from sleep, and mad you might be, but you still can’t find it in your heart to pull away from him into the little bit of space left on your side of the bed.  

“I know,” he mumbles back, the words blowing hot across your back, shuddering involuntarily at the lingering kiss he presses there.  In the pause that follows Namjoon gingerly places his arms over your side, bracing himself for rejection but squeezing you tightly when it doesn’t come.  “Do you still love me?” He asks it so cutely, his voice sugary sweet, and despite all your earlier irritation you end up huffing a laugh at him, placing your hand on top of his where it rests on your stomach.  

“Of course I do, you dick.”  Namjoon laughs now too, kissing the slope of your shoulder as you twist your head round to be able to look at him.  

“Good.”  He plants another kiss and then another, working his way upward until he’s pressing kisses to your neck too, all the hairs on your body standing on end when he whispers, “Because I love you too.”  When you feel his hand start to slowly make its way southward you do little to stop it, more than happy to make up in the most pleasurable way possible, sighing softly when it slips under the waistband of your pyjama shorts.

It doesn’t take Namjoon to work you into a frenzy, rubbing gently at your clitoris and then running his fingers through your folds until they’re slick with warm arousal, all the while kissing your neck, loving the skin with his lips and his tongue.  He pushes your shorts down over your hips, separating your bodies for just a second to remove his boxers, and then he’s taking hold of your uppermost thigh and lifting it, supporting it as he positions himself between your legs, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance.  

“Joonie,” you sigh softly, arching your back against him, feeling him smile against your neck before slowly sliding in from behind.  He groans when his long length is fully seated inside of you, feeling your warm walls clench around him in welcome.

“Babygirl, you feel so good.”

Originally posted by myboi-yoongi

Jimin

“What the fuck am I supposed to think?”  Jimin yells, brandishing your phone out by his side, waving it around like a taunt.  

“He’s a friend Jimin, that’s it!” you shriek back, a hand in your hair as you pull at it in frustration.  Sure, those text messages from Baekyun might’be been a little flirtly, but you know he didn’t mean anything by them, not really.  Obviously, your boyfriend doesn’t see it that way.

“Oh yeah, it really looks like it.  Real friendly.”  A sneer twists Jimin’s usually soft, pliant mouth, your stomach twisting unpleasantly too when you see it.  

“Well maybe you shouldn’t go looking through my phone if you’re gonna have such a fucking problem with what you find.”  You see his fists clench at his sides, his eyes narrowing as he glares back at you from across the room, and it takes every bit of your willpower to force yourself not to look away, to stand strong and glare right back.  You know if your heart of hearts that you haven’t done anything wrong, so you’ll be damned if you let Jimin make you feel guilty.  Fuck that.  

Still, when he suddenly stalks towards you, throwing your phone to the side, you can’t help but flinch in anticipation of what he might do.  He grabs a hold of each of your upper arms, squeezing hard as his dark eyes flit back and forth between yours, and then all of a sudden he’s crashing his mouth to yours, rushing you backward until your back slams against the wall.  

“Jimin!” you muffle against his mouth, your eyes wide as his hands start to roam all over you, grabbing at your hip, groping your breast, fixing your bottom lip between his teeth and biting, hard.  “What’re you-”

“No one but me gets to touch you like this, you hear?” he growls into your mouth, already pulling up your skirt with one hand as the other flips open his belt.  His tongue pushes into your mouth as he shoves his jeans down to sit just below his shapely ass, pulling his erection free from his boxers to leak pre-cum onto your favourite top as touches you through your panties.  “You think Baekyun could get you this wet?  Shit, I barely have to touch you and you’re dripping for me.”   

“Jimin,” you groan helplessly, loving how rough and forceful he’s being even though his fingers hurt and you’ll be covered in bruises tomorrow.  Fighting or not, all you want is for him to take you, now, right here, wreck and ruin you in his name.  

He grabs one of your thighs and hitches it over his hip, bending at the knees and pulling your panties to the side to line his cock up with your entrance.  He thrusts up and into you savagely, splitting you open with his girthy length, and once he’s deep inside you he picks up your other leg so they’re both wrapped around his waist, supporting your weight with help from the wall you’re still pressed against.  

“Baekyun couldn’t fuck you the way I do,” Jimin grunts, snapping his hips back and forth as you cry out again and again, grabbing onto his shoulders, your head tilted forward, tears streaming from your eyes.  He’s fucking you so hard that his hip bones are digging into you with every thrust, sharp and painful, but you don’t care, you want it to hurt.  It only makes it feel better. 

“Say his name, I fucking dare you.”

Originally posted by princejimin

Taehyung

You and Tae have never had a complicated relationship.  You’d gotten on instantly when you‘d first met working as a make up girl under BigHit’s paycheck, fast friends ever since.  You’ve got the same sense of humour and humble upbringings; even the same fashion sense 99% of the time.  He’s always invited you to the group’s dance practices too, though you get the feeling that if Tae could’ve taken back tonight’s invitation without  having to give you a reason, he definitely would’ve done.    

He’s been off with you ever since you stayed the night last weekend, replying only intermittently to your texts with short, clipped sentences that just aren’t like him, and for the life of you you can’t figure out what’s wrong.  It’d been a normal night; you watched movies, ate crappy food, talked.  Nothing out of the ordinary.  You’d hoped seeing him in person might improve things but Tae’s been avoiding you all night, barely saying a word.  The only time he paid you any attention was when you’d been playing thumb wars with Jin, and then his stare had been intense that it was you who’d to look away first.  

Once practice is over you expect Tae to wait for you as he usually does, but when you straighten up from collecting your things off the floor you see his back already disappearing through the doorway.  You call his name, running after him, grabbing hold of his arm and forcing him to stop.  

“What the hell is going on with you lately?” you question, ignoring the awkward look you can see on Jimin’s face as he passes.  “Aren’t you giving me a ride home?” Taehyung just stares blankly back at you.  

“Why don’t you get Jin-hyung to take you?”  You raise your eyebrows at him, infuriated when he copies your gesture.   What’s that supposed to mean?  Huffing, you drag him back into the studio and lock the door behind you, determined not to leave until you’ve gotten this sorted out.  

“Why’re you bringing Jin into this Tae?” He avoids your eyes, staring at his feet. “Is this about what I said the other night?”  It’s the only possible thing you can think of; you’d asked whether you should ask Jin out on a date - he was sweet and funny and always made a lot of effort to speak to you, so why not?  It’s not like you’d been getting any other offers lately.  Still, Taehyung says nothing.  “Look, if you think it’d be too weird for me to date one of your friends you should just say so.”

“It’s not just Jin!”  he suddenly snaps, his deep voice raised in volume, “I don’t want you to date anyone at all!”  Your mouth hangs agape for a moment - Tae’s never shouted at you before, not once.  

“Why not?  I know you’re protective of me, but-”

“Because I want to date you, ok?!  It should be me, not Jin!” he blurts out, slinging his bag off of his shoulder to slide across the wooden floor and into the mirror.  You’re at a total loss for words, struck mute by his confession. “And I know I’m too young for you and I’m immature and I’ve never… I’ve never told you any of this.”  Taehyung strides over with more decisiveness you’ve ever seen from him, grabbing hold of your hands in his.  “But I love you, I’m in love you with you.”  And then suddenly he’s kissing you with an intensity and a fierceness you never knew he was capable of, pressing his body against yours and squeezing your hands so tight it’s like he’s afraid to let go.  

“Tell me you feel the same, please, Noona, I need to hear you say you love me too,” Taehyung pleads, his forehead resting against yours when he pulls away, his eyes closed tight like he’s in pain.  

“Of course I do,” you whisper, taking his face in your hands and smoothing out the worry lines with your thumbs, finally letting yourself succumb to all the feelings you’ve been holding back for so long.  “Of course I love you.  I always have, Tae.”  The look of amazement and wonder on his face is so pure, so sweet that it almost makes you cry until he starts kissing you again, deeper and needier than before, more perfect than you ever dreamed it could be.

Before you know it he’s dragging you to the floor with him and you’re both pulling off your clothes, desperate for the intimacy you’ve both deprived yourselves of for so long.  You’re too caught up to even properly appreciate the sight of each other naked for the first time; just feeling, tasting, touching one another, wetter than you’ve ever been in your life when Taehyung finally finds his way inside.  He starts to move only when you’re gasping and begging him to do so, tilting your hips up to help him find and abuse your g-spot.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Noona,” he groans into your shoulder, his thick, hardened length throbbing inside you as he moves.  

“This is perfect… you’re so perfect.” 

Originally posted by mylovertaehyung

Jungkook

Jungkook’s in one of his silly, playful moods tonight.  Usually it wouldn’t be a problem - you love the times where you get to play around and laugh together - but you’ve got a paper due tomorrow, one you’re already way behind on, so you really don’t appreciate the way he keeps poking and prodding you in an attempt to get a reaction, tickling and teasing you when you’ve already repeatedly asked him to quit it.  

When he goes so far as to start tapping the top of your laptop, flapping the screen down over and over and over again as you try to type, your frayed temper finally snaps.  You round on him, the stress you’re under making you respond far more angrily than you normally would, fingers clenching the keyboard so hard that it creaks.  

“WIll you just stop it?”  you yell, oblivious to the way Jungkook shrinks back into the sofa a little, startled by the ferocity of your voice.  “Can’t you just act your age, for once? Maknae or not you’re still supposed to be an adult, Jungkook, so maybe you should start thinking about growing the fuck up.”    He blinks at you once and then twice, expression completely blank and unspeaking as you glare back at him, almost daring him to give you an excuse to let rip once more.  He doesn’t utter a word though, not as he rises from the couch or as he leaves the room, shutting his bedroom door quietly behind him.

It doesn’t take you long to calm down.  As hot and quick as your temper is it always burns out fast too, and by the time it does you’re feeling truly awful about what just happened, guilt sitting heavy in your stomach when you think about the way you spoke to him.  It’s useless trying to work now - even without Jungkook here to bother you you still can’t concentrate - so you shut your laptop with a sigh and then ready yourself to go eat a slice of humble pie, approaching Jungkook’s closed door and knocking softly.  There’s no answer, but you don’t hear a ‘go away’ either, so you decide to forge ahead cautiously, opening the door and poking your head through the gap to look inside.  

Jungkook’s sat on the edge of his bed, his ps4 controller in hand, eyes fixed on the TV as his fingers move mechanically over the buttons.  He doesn’t acknowledge you as you approach, nor does he when you sit gingerly beside him, but when you try to place your hand on his knee he abruptly jerks it away from your reach.  You deserve that, you know you do, so you try not to take it to heart.

You lean forward to look at his face and when you do you’re devastated by what you see;  his cheeks are red and splotchy, and even though his eyes are dry now you can tell by how puffy they are that he’s been crying.  God, if you felt awful before, it’s nothing compared to how you feel now.  

“I’m so sorry…” you murmur, looking guiltily at the floor, “Kookie, I-”

“Don’t call me that,” he snaps, pausing his game to glare at you icily, “I’m not a baby.”  You flounder for a moment, wanting so desperately to touch him but frightened he’ll push you away again.  

“I know you’re not, Jungkook… I didn’t mean what I said, I was just… stressed out and angry and… I know that’s not an excuse.”  You’re rambling now, wanting to make it better but unable to find the right words to say under such an intense gaze.  “Let me make it up to you.”  This time when you reach out to touch him Jungkook lets you, albeit still reluctantly.  He lets you place one hand on his cheek as the other settles on his thigh.  He lets you kiss him too; softly, apologetically, and with all the feeling you can muster.  He’s slow to kiss you back, but when he does it’s with a needfulness that makes you groan, his tongue slipping inside your mouth, delving deeply.  All his earlier upset from your harsh words has morphed into a will to dominate, a desire to show you just powerful he can be that has him grabbing onto you so hard that it starts to hurt.  

When you dig your fingernails into the meaty muscle of his thigh Jungkook abruptly pulls you onto his lap to straddle him, and suddenly you’re all too aware of his erection pressing hot and heavy against your core, gasping when he shifts his hips underneath you.  He grabs onto your waist, grinding you down against him, smirking at the moan that leaves your lips.  

“Are you gonna tell me that that doesn’t feel like a man, huh?”  he growls, circling both of your hips to provide agonising friction against your clit, stimulating you through your clothes until they’re practically soaked through.  “I guess you won’t want me to fuck you then, will you, if I’m such a child… if I’m so immature?”  

“Please… Kook-Jungkookie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it,” you mewl, grabbing onto his shirt, your body trying to ride him even as he shoves you off of his lap.

“Take those off,” he orders and instantly you obey, stripping your lower half, your mouth practically watering as you watch him strip and then lie back flat on the bed, stroking his cock with his hair dangling into his lust-darkened eyes.  You crawl back onto the bed when he beckons you with his finger, sitting astride him with your core hovering above his cock, dripping into his lap with how aroused you are.  He rubs the tip of his cock through your folds, teasing you until neither of you can bare it any longer, finally grabbing onto your hips and pulling you down onto him hard, grunting as your ass slaps into his lap.  

“Come on baby, show me how sorry you are.” 

Originally posted by gifsbangtan


My oh my, those just got longer and longer didn’t they? 

BTS Reaction | Slowing down during sex.

Request; during sex, they slow down/ pull you down and cradle you telling you how much they love you 

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon would find himself in awe as he watched you on top of him, realising just how much he missed being away from you while he was on tour. His touches would be gentle, guiding your hips to work in a slow sensual rhythm with his thrusts. 

Pulling you down he’d press his lips to yours.

“I love you Y/N” he murmured, smiling into the kiss

“I know I’m away a lot but I love you so much”

Kim Seokjin

Seokjin would shower you in affection, smothering in you in delicate kisses, hands caressing each curve of your body as if you were fragile in his hold. Halting your movements he’d flip both of you over so that he was the one on top. 

Slowly he’d ease himself back inside of you.

“Let’s take this slow princess” he’d murmur

“I want to show you how much I love you”

Min Yoongi

Yoongi would be thrusting up into you roughly when he decided to slow down his thrusts. Reaching his hand up he’d caress your cheek, being ever so gentle with you as he tugged you down so your forehead pressed against his own as he thrust into you deeply but still keeping a slow pace.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby, I wanna see your face” he’d urge when you closed your eyes in pleasure

“Fuck, I really don’t tell you I love you enough, I really love you Y/N”

Jung Hoseok

Hoseok wouldn’t be able to stop himself as he lifted up from the bed, wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling your body flush against his own. His deep and sensual thrusts would contrast from how both of you first started, blinded by lust.

His hand would cup your cheek “I love you Y/N”

“I don’t say it enough, but I do”

Park Jimin

Jimin’s eyes would be fixated on you, in awe of how your face would contort in pleasure with each of his thrusts. He’d soon flip you over so that he was on top of you, hand caressing your cheek as he realised just how much he had missed being away from you.

Thrusting into you slowly, he’d lean down and connecting his lips to your neck.

“Princess, tell me how much you love me”

“Because I really do love you, you know that?”

Kim Taehyung

Taehyung would let you take complete control while on top of him, usually, he would find himself getting carried away, thrusting up into you. However, this time he found himself getting lost in the way you would react to each kiss and each one of his little touches.

“You’re driving me insane, baby”

“I hope you know how much I love you”

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook would be eager to have you on top of him, wanting to see all of you as he made love to you. Every little moan that fell from his lips aroused him even more and he found himself pulling you down so your forehead was pressed against his.

“You have no idea how much I love you Y/N” 

“I love you so fucking much”

Daddy’s Little Girl

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: dont the title gives it away? it’s such a cliche, i cant lmao

Word Count: 2330

Warnings: nsfw af! daddy kink, thigh riding, dirty talk, unprotected sex (practice safe sex, y'all)

Author’s Note: old fic; i remember writing this, and i was shook™ at how much dirty it turned out to be lmaoo enjoy! and don’t forget to write back to me ;)

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Bucky Barnes is a light sleeper. The Super Soldier’s super ability to hear is one of the reasons why he wakes up with dark rims under his eyes for most of the mornings.

But ever since you both started sharing a bed, that habit of his was fading away. You’d make sure you were always snuggled up to him, giving him a sense of assurance that you’re here, with him. And then even the slightest noise stopped to disturb him

That was until tonight, when the sweet disturbance was caused by you.

You had your back pressed against his front. His face buried into your hair, as he smiled and inhaled your sweet shampoo. The metal arm wrapped around your waist as you both inhaled and exhaled together, almost as if you both had practiced it.

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eddie but with body dysmorphia

-so eddie has always been small

-compact, if you will

-and he secretly liked being small, being able to fit in people’s (richie’s) arms so well, finding the tiniest of spots to hide during hide and seek

-but one day while after he got to high school, sometime after he hit puberty, something changed in him

-he got taller and thicker and he wasn’t enjoying it

-he started to feel like he was taking up too much space

-he kept these thoughts to himself, as he does with most everything

-but they all notice eventually

-he won’t sit on bill’s shoulders to play chicken anymore

-won’t let stan give him piggyback rides

-before he started seeing himself this way he used to borrow bev’s sweaters all the time but now he refuses because he’s convinced he’ll stretch them out

-he won’t ride on the back of mike’s bike when they travel around town

-and richie especially notices when eddie won’t let him wrap his arms around his waist anymore

-at first richie thought eddie was slowly distancing himself

-trying to slip away

-he was so hurt when eddie refused to cuddle or change in front of him

-he goes to bev, who is obviously one of his best friends,

-“i just feel like he doesn’t love me anymore you know? he won’t let me touch him like ever”

-“richie, can’t you see it? it’s not you, it’s him. he feels bad about himself, he’s got body dysmorphia”

-and of course she then had to explain what that term actually means

-but then it all comes together in the old trashmouth’s head

-“you’re a godsend, marsh. what would i do without you?”

-“crash and burn”

-so he goes to eddie, not knowing if he should confront him straight up or wait til eddie says something himself

-but that’s obviously never gonna happen so plan b

-they’re chilling in richie’s room, doing homework

-richie puts his math book down and starts kissing eddie’s neck

-“rich, stop, i’ve got work to do”

-then he starts playing with eddie’s hair

-“richie you’re distracting me”

-“you’re so beautiful, eds. i love you so much”

-“shut up, trashmouth. don’t call me that”

-richie starts slowly moving his hands around eddie’s shoulders and then slipping them under his sweater

-“i mean it, babe. you’re just so beautiful, i can’t believe i wasted all that time being your friend when i could’ve been-“

-“beep fucking beep richie! i don’t want to play right now”

-“why won’t you let me touch you, eddie?”

-and eddie has to pinch the bridge of his nose

-“i have work to do”

-“i don’t mean just now. i mean ever. we don’t hug, or cuddle or make out, we haven’t been together in weeks”

-“that’s what you’re fucking worried about? that i’m not having sex with you?”

-“no you stupid idiot i’m worried that you’re gonna start hurting yourself because you think you’re fat”

-“what are you even talking about”

-“i’m not stupid, eddie. you’re wearing baggy clothes, you only eat green shit, you won’t let me see you without a shirt on….for some reason you hate yourself and that’s fucking ridiculous because you’re probably the most attractive person i’ve ever met in my life”

-eddie doesn’t know what to say because he never thought richie would figure it out

-“i love you, eddie. you. the way you are. i love your floppy hair and your sparkly eyes, i love how you can be kinda squishy in the middle, i love your arms and your legs….dear god eddie your ass is literally out of this world”

-and eddie laughs through his tears

-“i don’t want you to change, i don’t want you to start to disappear”

-eddie takes richie’s dorky face into his little hands and kisses the tip of his nose

-“i’m not gonna go anywhere. i love you, trashmouth”

-“i love you too eddie spaghetti”

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bts scenario: they give you a hickey

i hope you guys like this scenario! i love hickeys so much tbh, anyways enjoy! xx

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jin: jin would press feather light kisses to the skin of your chin and neck before finally finding the perfect place to leave his mark. he would softly kiss the spot before latching onto the skin and sucking. “jinnn,” you would moan at the feeling. “yes baby?” he would smirk knowing exactly what he was doing to you. wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer, he would continue his ministrations until he felt you were thoroughly marked. 

Originally posted by bwiseoks

yoongi: “f-fuck,” you would moan at the feeling of yoongi’s soft lips sucking onto the skin under your ear, a growl would escape from yoongi’s mouth as he sucked harder and harder. your fingers curled around the bed sheets under you as he moved to mark a different spot. “so pretty baby, you look so pretty covered in my marks,” another harsh suck, “all mine,” his words made a shiver run down your spine as you moaned again. 

Originally posted by jimiyoong

hoseok: it would start out as simple kisses all over your face and neck before it became more, his tongue would run flat over the base of your neck and a gasp was caught in your throat. “hobiiiii,” you would whine, and he took that as a sign to continue. his lips softly parted on the skin beneath your chin as he began to lightly suck. a groan left your lips and his sucking continued, sure to leave a dark hickey that would show everyone you were his. 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

namjoon: as his lips moved from the spot beneath your ear to your collarbones, you knew you were in for a long night. “moan for me,” he would say as he sucked harshly on your collarbones. “n-namjoon,” at your moan he bit down on the spot he was sucking and made you gasp, “you know that’s not what you call me right now baby,” he growled. “daddy,” you corrected and moaned under his touch as he moved to another spot to leave a mark. 

Originally posted by rapnamu

jimin: “chim chim,” you teased as you straddled his lap. “yes baby?” his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, lips just centimeters apart. “i love you,” you whispered before connecting your lips. jimin quickly began to kiss back as he pulled you closer. as jimin pulled away, his lips began to trail down your face and onto your neck before harshly sucking onto the skin. you groaned and pushed your hips against his, to which he just sucked harder. “that’s right baby,” another hickey, “moan for me.”

Originally posted by itschiminie

taehyung: it started as playful kisses and nips as you and taehyung were cuddled on the couch. taehyung had been down a little harder on accident, and when you let out a moan he smirked, “kinky huh?” he teased. you smacked the back of his head and blushed. “i’m kidding baby,” his voice dropped an octave, “do you want me to mark you?” you gasped and nodded frantically. his lips latched onto the soft skin of your neck before sucking and leaving a gorgeous mark, just like his baby. 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

jungkook: soft sheets could be felt under the skin of your hands as jungkook ravaged your body. jungkook’s lips could be felt everywhere, on your face, stomach, thighs and as of currently, on your neck. “shit,” your fingers wrapped in his hair as you pulled his body closer, desperately craving more of his touch. jungkook growled before attaching his lips to the skin above your breast, harshly biting and sucking, marking you as his. 

Originally posted by nnochu

Tom Holland | Marry Me?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: hi love! could you possibly do an imagine about tom proposing to you, but like can you try and make it different from the usual proposal? thank you! (send in requests)

Summary: Tom struggles to find the perfect moment to pop the question. 

Warnings: Deadass the most fluff I’ve ever written in my life

Word Count: 1.4K


Tom had been planning out your proposal for much longer than he’d care to admit to anyone, except maybe his mum; in fact, she was the first person to know about his future plans. It was right after the two of you had visited his parents home and Tom saw how well you had managed to fit into his family.  

He watched you laughing heartily with his brothers and talking avidly with his mother and he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face as he leant against the kitchen doorway. Only one thought was running through his mind as he stared at you; I am a goner and when you glanced at him, a smile completely lighting up your face, he couldn’t help but fall in love with you all over again.

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baby fever [parenthood series #1]

 summary: Bucky wants a baby. || fluff & nsfw || [future]dad!bucky x reader ||

warnings: your heart will grow like the grinch at this sweet content, nsfw, smut, trying for a baby, fear of parenthood, [intentional] unprotected sex, mentions of prenancy, mentions of Steve/Natasha and their baby Sarah

note: I’ve been posting dad!bucky fics here and there, so I decided to make a legit series and stuff about it called ‘Parenthood.’ This series will show everyone how Bucky’s little family was started, and how they progress through milestones and all of that. Here’s the first part called ‘Baby Fever!’ 

Originally posted by thewiinterrsoldiier

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Mirror, Mirror (Tom Holland Smut)

request: nah i woke up and this concept popped into my head bc i’m 4ever alone + occasionally sexually frustrated bc of thomas stanley holland

short summary: tom makes sure u know how to take care of yourself while he’s away if u get my drift ;)

length: 1.8k words

warnings: this is smut. lol. slight daddy kink. a bit of choking.

A/N: this is my first time writing smut let’s hope all the times i’ve read smut have prepared me for this moment. amen. lol i half proof read this don’t come at me (also just got a new macbook yesterday so i’m christening it by writing smut LOL)


“I don’t want you to leave Tom,” you pouted. He would be leaving for Montreal in the morning to start shooting for Chaos Walking. Even though you were a major fan of the books and their author, Patrick Ness, you weren’t ecstatic at the prospect of your boyfriend leaving you for such a long period of time. 

“You know I have to,” he replied with a sigh as he cuddled you tighter. The two of you had opted to spend the night in watching movies and soaking up each other’s presence for one more night. “But we don’t have to worry about that until the morning.” You simply hummed against his chest in response. 

“But what am I going to do without you? Who will take care of me?” you mumbled with a frown. You knew you sounded clingy, but at the same time you didn’t really care. You wanted him to stay. Tom pulled away from you slightly so he could look you straight in the eye.

“I’ll always take care of you, darling. You know that,” he said with a serious expression. Of course you knew that mentally, but physically he couldn’t if he was all the way in Canada. He didn’t seem to understand, so you decided to show him.

Getting up and straddling Tom’s sitting form, it was your turn to look him straight in the eye. His hands instinctively went to hold your hips. Slowly grinding yourself down on him, your boyfriend’s eyes began to darken slightly with lust.

“You can’t take care of me like this, though, babe,” you whispered next to his ear as you dragged your hips excruciatingly slowly over his growing erection. Starting to leave a line of light kisses down his jawline, he stops you.

“Then why don’t I show you what to do while I’m gone, then?” he challenged, lightly stroking your slightly arched back.

“Alright then Holland, show me how it’s done,” you replied with a smirk. The second the word “done” left you lips, he threw you over his shoulder, taking you from the living room into the bedroom. Instead of dropping your body on the bed like you expected, he set you down in front of the full length mirror next to your closet. Oh.

Sitting behind you, Tom situated you so you were sat in between his legs. Taking a look into the mirror, you almost laughed at your appearance. You were clad in one of his t-shirts, a random pair of blue panties, and your favorite green fuzzy socks. Tom was sporting a pair of gray sweats and nothing else. Wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer, he rested his chin on your head.

“Don’t worry princess, daddy will make sure you’re all taken care of,” he purred softly. You shivered in anticipation as he moved his chin from your head to your shoulder, looking at each of your reflections in the mirror. “Does that sound good?” you merely nodded your head, but he gave you a brief slap on the thigh.

“Use your words, darling,” Tom reprimanded with a shake of his head. 

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered. He smiled and softly stroked the area of your thigh he’d smacked.

“Why don’t we get this off then, hm? Don’t take your eyes off of the mirror,” he requested, tugging on the shirt adorning your body. You slowly lifted your arms, and Tom tugged it off of you, both of you watching his actions in the mirror with eager, lustful expressions. 

“My beautiful girl,” Tom said breathlessly as he drank in your appearance. You’d forgotten that you ditched your bra earlier in the day and instinctively raised your arms to cover your breasts.

Tom frowned and halted your actions. “You truly are the most beautiful angel, you know?” he then gave u a brief kiss on the cheek as you blushed.

His hands started to travel south at an agonizingly slow pace starting at your chest as every sense in your body seemed to sharpen and electrify. The fact that he was making you watch seemed to awaken something inside of you. You could feel your panties dampening and he hadn’t even reached down there yet. A small whimper made its way out of your throat.

“Please, baby,” you whispered. Tom merely shushed you.

“All in due time, princess, all in due time.” Moments later, he had one hand between your legs, with his opposite arm wrapped around your waist protectively. 

“Do you ever touch yourself, thinking of me, while I’m gone?” he questioned, the hand in between your legs stroking you inches away from where you needed him most.

“No, daddy,” you replied honestly. You always thought about trying it, but never felt it would be as satisfactory as when your boyfriend was there to do it for you. 

“Hmm, while that’s the answer I love to hear, we’re going to have to change that aren’t we? I don’t want you to suffer too much while I’m away.” He started to leave a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your throat while still avoiding plunging his glorious fingers into your pussy.

Just as you were about to beg, his pushed aside your panties, too impatient to take them off, and began to viciously pump a finger, in and out. You couldn’t help the moan that pierced the air from your throat.

“More, Tom, I need more,” you moaned as your hips kept squirming and bucking up. His arm kept you from moving too far.

“I can’t give you more unless you keep still, darling,” he said with a slight laugh. It took everything in you to keep yourself from thrashing wildly to do as he said. You could feel his thumb resting on your clit and you desperately wanted him to do something, anything, to add to the pleasure you were feeling.

“Wrap your hand around my throat,” you said suddenly, surprising both him and yourself. Unsure of where that idea had come from, you strangely didn’t regret it. The more and more you thought about it, the more and more you wanted Tom do it. He, on the other hand, seemed unsure.

“Are you sure?” he said hesitantly, seeming to break out of the trance he was in. He stopped all movements to look at you directly through the mirror. But you nodded.

“Like…nothing crazy, but yeah. I really want you to.” you replied confidently. “I’ll just scratch your arm or something if it’s too much.”

After a few more seconds of deliberation, he removed the arm he had wrapped around your waist, raised it, and carefully wrapped his hand around your throat. 

“Like this?” he asked, slightly weary. But you were just fine.

“Actually…just a little tighter,” you said quietly. He did as you asked, taking care not to completely block your airways. And you loved it.

“Perfect,” you sighed in content. He plunged back into your pussy, this time adding a second finger. With the added pleasure of him slightly choking you mixed with the delicious sounds of his fingers entering your pussy at a rapid pace, you felt yourself clenching.

After a few short minutes of bliss, Tom promptly removed his fingers, sneaking them to his mouth for a quick taste. You whined in protest, but he grabbed one of your hands, taking a two fingers and sliding them where his hands used to occupy. Guiding your movements, he began to help you get yourself off.

“Just like this,” he rasped as he guided your two fingers in and out. As soon as he helped you set a rhythm, he guided your thumb to rest on your clit, rubbing gentle circles. He then removed his own hand from the equation, instead fondling your breasts as you fingered yourself.

You spared a moment to glance in the mirror. Your cheeks were red and your eyes looked to be glazed over in pleasure. You watched as Tom squeezed and pinched at your nipples, his other hand still wrapped securely around your throat, letting out a borderline pornographic moan at the multitude of events occurring.

“See, darling, it’s not so hard. You know you love it,” he said with a smirk, trailing a line of kisses from the back of your neck to your shoulder blades. It was all too much, you felt like everything was too much. But you didn’t want any of it to stop, quite the contrary you wished it would never end.

“T-Tom, I-I’m really close,” you barely got out. “Can I cum? Please?” you always had to ask him before you came, one of his rules.

“I don’t know darling,” he said as he gave you a once over. He could see you were on the verge of truly being wrecked. He smiled, loving the fact that you could bring yourself to unravel like this. 

Not being able to deny you for much longer, he finally gave the permission you craved. “Go ahead princess, cum all over your pretty fingers for me. Watch yourself come undone by your own fingers,” he commanded as he forced your head upwards to look in the mirror.

The sight of yourself and your boyfriend behind you brought you to your orgasm, one of the deepest and most intense ones you’ve felt in a while. You couldn’t manage to keep your eyes open the whole time, but you kept working your fingers and rubbing furiously at your clit as Tom nipped at your skin.

The world seemed to come crashing down as your legs shook almost violently. Moans of Tom’s name and a colorful variety of curse words fell from your lips until your throat ached for air and a deep rest.

Tom replaced your fingers with his own as you came down from your high. Finally taking a moment to close your eyes and lean your head back into his shoulder to rest, you almost felt a bit embarrassed. You had like that a lot, and hadn’t known that you could make yourself feel that good. But you didn’t know if Tom was into choking like that.

When your breathing returned to normal and your orgasm was spent, he slowly removed his fingers from your pussy. Bringing them up to your mouth, he tapped your lips.

“Want a taste, princess?” he asked innocently. You nodded, opening your mouth, sucking his fingers dry while looking him dead in the eye. You could feel his throbbing erection against your back and smirked, releasing his fingers from your mouth with an audible pop. He groaned loudly.

Picking yourself up from the carpet and readjusting your panties, you bent over in front of his face to pick up your previously discarded shirt. Through the mirror you could see him ogling your ass, just as you anticipated. He was putty in your hands.

“Well I think I need a shower,” you said with a mischievous smile. “Would you care to join me?” Tom stumbled to his feet, his erection clearly showing in his sweats.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said quickly as he practically dragged to the shower and fucked you senseless.


please give me feedback was this good was this shitty how can i improve i would love to know! my first smut attempt so…sorry LOL. but hopefully will improve as i write more. also if y’all have any requests lmk :)

just the two of us

Summary: You’re quite the shy one, but Steve always manages to get a few words out of you, no matter what.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Someone tell me to do my college work, and stop writing fics! who am I kidding, though - I can’t stay away from this angel. Also, I am not very good at writing shy readers, apparently :/ I will do better with the next shy reader fic I’m writing, I promise! enjoy xx | masterlist

Originally posted by franciscastle

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BTS Reaction | Saying ‘I love you’ For the First Time During Sex

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Yoongi as your boyfriend would include...

Originally posted by yoongles

  • THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DOING SOMETHING LIKE THIS SO bE NIcE
  • Okays now lets begin
  • I feel like Yoongi wouldn’t date someone unless he knew a little about them
  • So you two would start of as friends (even if he liked you when he first met you, he just wouldn’t be comfortable starting a relationship with someone he didn’t know)
  • Anywayyy, both of you would be friends for awhile just so he could make sure what he felt for you was real
  • And when he knew it was the real deal there was no holding this boy back
  • He wouldn’t waste any time telling you he loved you
  • It would most likely be in the middle of the night when he confessed
  • He would ring the doorbell of your apartment (ignoring the string of curse words that followed and the large bang that he could only assume was you falling out of your bed)
  • You would open the door with messy hair and lopsided bunny pajamas but he wouldn’t care
  • Yoongi would kiss you right then and there, not giving a damn that you just rolled out of bed
  • He’d smile into the kiss once he felt you reciporcate
  • He would pull back and stare in your sleepy eyes, watching in amusement as you tried to form words
  • But then he’d just go, “Shh, I need to go back to sleep” before brushing past you into yOUR APARTMENT leaving you dazed and confused to question yourself what the fuck just happened
  • You’d just leave him be though, it wasn’t worth getting you eyes scratched out for waking him up
  • Over the next few weeks everyone would be kind of confused
  • They couldn’t figure out whether you and Yoongi were actually dating or just friends
  • However, one fatal night in Yoongi’s studio in the middle of making out Taehyung would burst in
  • Before running back out in the hallway screaming “oh my gOD THEY ARE DATING! FINALLY!”
  • You would giggle slightly which was then cut off by Yoongi sticking his tongue in your mouth again (rude boi)
  • There was no filter in your relationship btw
  • Yoongi would kiss you everywhere and anywhere he wanted
  • He’d also grab your ass a lot
  • So yeah he’s a big fan of PDA despite him not seeming like it
  • He just loves showing you off
  • He’d secretly dedicate lyrics to you during concerts, winking and pointing to where you sat, letting everyone know that you were his and he was yours
  • Yoongi would also be really possessive and jealous, but not to the point where it became overbearing
  • It’s just little looks and glares he’d send to the person who dared flirting with you
  • This also caused the boys to start flirting with you just to annoy Yoongi
  • You two were deemed the ‘grandma and grandpa of bangtan’ and believe me you both lived up to that title
  • You two spent most of your dates in the dorm and complained about anything and everything
  • There was also hardly a time when the both of you weren’t asleep together (not like that…)
  • Taehyung and Jungkook would constantly record the both of you for future blackmail
  • But even those two couldn’t deny that you both didn’t look adorable
  • You were the only one that could actually get Yoongi to relax
  • When the boys got worried that Yoongi was overworking himself they called you over, already knowing he wouldn’t listen to them
  • But once you arrived you’d pull him over to the studio couch, ignoring his whines, and he’d instantly fall asleep in your arms
  • Whenever he was on tour he’d ditch recording sessions and dance practices despite your protests just so he could skype you
  • Most of the time it’d be really sweet as you both exchanged “I love you’s”
  • But other times it’d become quite naughty if you know what I mean ;));)
  • He’d also send you encouraging texts throughout the day to help you get through work/school
  • You two would rarely fight
  • But when you did it was B R U T E L
  • You and Yoongi are both hardheaded and stubborn so it was hard to agree on some things
  • Your fights would include screaming matches and bringing up pointless things from the past that added fuel to the fire
  • The aftermath of the fight was the worst part
  • Yourself and Yoongi had a hard time apologizing so you two would ignore each other for a few days
  • However, after thinking about it for a long time one of you would apologize
  • And the other would immediately forgive them because you both missed each other so much
  • Yoongi would also be a big cuddlier in private
  • He loved having you in his arms on his days off, cherishing the way your body seemed to fit so perfectly with his
  • Overall you and Yoongi had the cutest relationship that most were jealous of
  • He wouldn’t know what he would do without you

Originally posted by kinkyoongi93

  • Now lets get to the sexy stuff ;)
  • Yoongi wouldn’t go easy on you when you got down and dirty
  • Don’t get me wrong, there were times when you had soft sensual love making
  • But most of the time he would be very rough
  • Slight kitten kink (okay huge kitten kink)
  • He’d love having you on top, not because he couldn’t be bothered doing anything but because he wanted to admire your fucked out state while riding him
  • Yoongi would love pulling your hair
  • He’d probably do it while he was kissing down your neck to expose more of it or when he was taking you from behind, then he’d bunch it into a makeshift ponytail
  • He’s pretty experimental in bed but he would make sure he remained dominant
  • Even when you were on top he’d hold your hips and guide you onto his dick
  • Most of the time you’d come out with multiple bruises on your hips due to his roughness
  • This boy would absolutely L O V E marking you as his
  • It was unlikely for you to have no love bits after sex
  • He’d leave them all over your neck, collarbones, chest and thighs making it impossible for you to cover them
  • As I said before he’s a jealous lover, so every time someone as much looked at you he’d make sure you remembered who you belonged to that night
  • He’s also the daddy type (he prefers kitten and princess though)
  • Yoongi would make you strip for him and would buy you the most expensive lingerie only for it to be ripped off your body later
  • Obviously he’s big on eating you out
  • But again he loved having you on top
  • You weren’t sure about it at first but once Yoongi grabbed you by your thighs and ordered you to sit on his face you’d practically melt
  • He would eat you out as a form of roleplay, it was his favorite thing to do before you two actually got started
  • He loved the way you pulled at his dark locks while looking into his intense eyes, as his tongue teased your clit
  • He is also a big post-sex cuddlier
  • He wanted to relax after intimate moments with you, so having your nude body pressed against his was like a dream
  • In conclusion you and Yoongi were practically the cutest couple (and the hottest of course ;))

Anyway I hope you guys liked this. I’m thinking about making this a mini series for each member just like my fake texts. Let me know what you guys thought! (。♥‿♥。)

Taehyung and Jungkook

BTS Reaction|Telling Them You Love Them During Sex

Yoongi

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To prevent getting too emotional, he wouldn’t reply. He’d take in your words, lettting his hips show you how much he loves you in return with his vigorous pace.


Jimin

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His head would fall into your neck, letting out a whiny moan, while allowing his hands to grip you tighter

“I love you more baby”


Jungkook

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The words would overwhelm him with pleasure, making him not able to speak, focusing only on your body.

“I love you so much” he’d breathlessly say after cumming and collapsing on top of you.


Taehyung

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His arms would wrap tighter around you, fucking you harder into the bed, while his groans fill the room

“Oh babygirl I love you too”


Jin

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Intertwining his hands with yours, he’d plant a kiss on your forehead, while picking up his pace.

“Y/n….” he’d trail off due to the intense pleasure


Namjoon

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He couldn’t get enough of it, as you rode your hips vigorously on top of his while yelling out how much you loved him. His hands would guide your hips as he throws his head back, unable to keep his eyes open

“say it again baby please”


Jhope

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The words would have the intended affect on him. His head would fall into your shoulders, while his continued moans fill up your ears with each deep thrust.

“I lo-“ he’d try to say but his orgasm cutting him off.