i was thinking about it while lying here trying to sleep

BTS LETTERS TO EACH OTHER:

Suga to Jin: 

“ To Jinjinjara/Seok-jin!! It’s your eternal roommate, Suga. I can’t believe it’s been 7 years since we’ve known each other. Remember when I first met you? You seemed so well-behaved and kind and you seem so bright and cheerful these days, which amazes me. I believe that being together with us has brought about that change? It seems like yesterday when you were concerned and not confident on stage but when I see you on stage these days, I realize how well you sing. It’s the result of your hard effort for a long period of time. I’ve watched you for a long time. It was touching to see you try to do better at something that you weren’t good at. I felt that I had a lot to learn from you. Let’s be together for a long time. P.S: But I wish you’d act your age”.

Jin to Jungkook: 

“ To Jk, Hi, JK. It’s me. I’m always appreciative of what you do. Thank you for having the same mental age as I do, when I am 26 years old. While traveling with you, I was reminded once again of how strong your punches are. I’ll do better, so please don’t hit me. I think your face got a lot darker during this trip. As the older guy, I’ll give you a facial mask when we go back to Korea. Soothe your skin with it, and also soothe yourself and stop lying on my bed. You keep lying on my bed and taking selfies. You may have gotten a tan in Hawaii, but I will throw you into a fire pit in Korea. Of course, that fire pit is my heart.  Come and be embraced in my big heart. Thank you for being the teacher and the energy of the team. Jungkook, you are nice, good looking, strong, have a  good body, have big eyes, sings and dances well. I love you”.

Jungkook to Rap Monster: 

“To Namjoon, Hey. This is the youngest of the team, Jungkook. I’m not good at writing letters so I don’t know where to start, but here I go. This is something that I always think about. I often get inspired, by the team. Although I’m inspired by all the members, I’m especially inspired by you. I have a lot of things that I wanna do but I never seem to stick to them for long. You guys always joke about that. But when that pattern was repeated, I felt that I have really become that kind of person. Whenever I see you working, talking about or working on music or speaking English, I develop this sense of confidence and passion. I know that things may be tough for you too, but please continue showing those things for me. I’ll keep following you from behind. You’re really an amazing person”.

Taehyung to Jimin: 

“To Jimin. Jimin, hi.  Writing you this sincere letter is making me cringe, but I’m trying to go on. Please understand. Since our trainee days, we came to Seoul without a clue.  We woke up, put on uniforms and attended the same school. We ate together, went to practice together, went to practice and got back to the dorm. Then we’d talk all night. After such 6 years, you’re now my dearest friend. Before our debut, you once got anxious about it. At that time, I had a company meeting. they asked me what I’d think if Jimin is on the team. I thought it over and said that you’re there when I’m up or down, the only one who laughed and cried with me. I said that I’d like such a good friend to debut with me as a team. It felt good to say that. And I’m glad that I was able to debut with you. All our good memories made me happy. And I’m sorry since I’m always on the receiving end. When I’m in the bathroom to cry, you still cry with me. And you come see me at dawn to laugh alongside me. You care about me and have me in your thoughts. You work hard for me and understand. You listen to my concerns and like me though I’m lacking. Let’s walk a road of happiness. Love you, buddy.

Rap Monster to Tae-Hyung: 

“Taehyung, my first letter goes to you. That gives me a mix of feelings. Like the peddles we’ve seen to our heart’s content in Hawaii, it’s hard to pick out what I want to say to you. like the open sea we’ve enjoyed, it may be because we go far back with many memories we share. I remember when I first met you. When you came with your father to our dorm with big eyes, busy legs, and your puckered lips, I knew at once.That you'be a rascal. I also remember how you were anxious before our debut. Your unique character and strangeness got me puzzled at times. so I wondered what aspect of yours helped you to bear everything at times. But as time went by and my hair started to grow out, I realized that even me, who I thought was the norm, is also a strange puzzling guy. And I was drawn by your uniqueness. And I was envious at times because you easily befriend people and everyone likes you. You have shown everyone that your strangeness is actually your unique charm. You might say this makes you cringe, but since you started out as a trainee, I want to say I’m grateful to you as a friend and older member.  Thanks for not being a farmer or playing the saxophone and coming to us to complete BTS. Let’s keep up the good work. Hand in there!”.

Jhope to Suga: 

“To my bro Suga from Jhope, Hey. It’s Hoseok. We’ve been together for 7  years, including our trainee days. When I was first at the dorm, I felt so awkward and shy. So I remained in the living room. Then you came over to talk and made me relax. I still can’t forget that moment. Coming from Gwangju, you were like my savior.  When I was sick or sad, you were always there for me. When I was tired and had it hard; you were there to give me strength. When I got seasick on Bon Voyage 2 and opened my eyes from sleep, the first person I saw was you. Though Jimin was also there. I didn’t say it then, but I really appreciate your help. As much as we’ve spent time together, I’m that much grateful to you. I’d like to say that with this letter at this time. Thanks for becoming a member of BTS. And thanks for being my big brother. I hope you’re always by my side. I love my bro!“.

Jimin to Jhope:

 “To Hoseok. I thought it would be easy because it’s not the first letter to you. But it’s not. I am nervous. Because we talk together a lot and I talk about my feelings to you, I guess you know well what I think or what I want to say. When I look at you, I have this thought: ‘He is really honest and faithful. He is a good and nice one”. I thought like this: “A person can be cool because he is honest and faithful”. I realized it thanks to you.  As a younger brother and a member of the same team, I learn a lot from you. You always take good care of us. you pay attention to us and work hard. I know. I want to say thank you, with all my heart. Thank you, brother! I hope you take care of yourself and stop worrying about us. My dear brother, whom I always am thankful, love you.“

By @mimibtsghost

It Ain’t Me: Part 8

Jungkook x Reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

Words: 2.4K

Genre: Angst

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Honestly gettin’ pretty sick of people coming to me to trash Joseph whenever I say he’s a complicated character with a lot of nuance, so hey, here’s my take on the whole Mary-Robert-Joseph situation.

I’ll put this all under a cut so here are some disclaimers; This is full of spoilers, I’m writing this under the assumption that all the cult end stuff is non-canon, and yes, this is only one possible interpretation of the information we can glean from the character interactions (also, taken from what may later prove to be incomplete information as more endings are unlocked/glitches are fixed/content is released). I like it because I think it’s the most interesting and empathetic for all of the characters involved and because I don’t think it’s the kind of situation that necessarily has to have a “villain”.

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Snap Decision

(A chance meeting with a stranger at a bar helps you recover from a bad breakup.)

Warnings: 11000+ words of mostly sex stuff.  Bad ex boyfriends. People doing inadvisable things.  Listen up kids: in real life you should be more cautious about who you let take naked pictures of you! Lots and lots of sex.  If you’ve read my stuff before, you know the drill.  


You thought it would be fun to work in sales after you graduated from university; you would travel around the country, meeting new people, holding meetings in fancy high rise office buildings in big cities, wining and dining clients at gourmet restaurants while you closed deals and made boatloads of money.  The reality was that you were selling industrial wastewater management systems, making a moderate income, while traveling four days a week to factories and chemical refineries in some of the least glamorous locations on earth.  You didn’t mind the work itself, but the evenings alone in small town hotel rooms were dull and disheartening, so you would frequently head out to a local movie theater or neighborhood bar to distract yourself from the loneliness on the road.   

 It was pouring down rain outside and you decide to run to the closest place you could find to grab a drink, rather than risk driving around and getting lost.  That’s how you found yourself sitting alone at the bar of the Applebee’s restaurant that was adjacent to your hotel, sipping on something called a Blue Hawaiian, in a town you couldn’t even remember the name of.   

Unruly children sat with their families having dinner in the nearby booths, while innocuously bland pop songs played overhead.  You took one sip of the cloyingly sweet blue cocktail in front of you and immediately regretted your decision to come here tonight. Given the lousy week you had experienced, you would have been better off drinking cheap whiskey at a dive bar filled with unapologetic alcoholics.  Here, the family friendly atmosphere mixed with the empty promises of a fruity cocktail that was designed to trick you into thinking you were on a tropical island vacation instead of in your real life.  Your real crappy life. 

You had totally blown the sale today.  The clients had a million questions about the technical specifications of the products you were trying to sell, but you kept tripping over your words and making yourself sound like an idiot.  You blamed your poor work performance on lack of sleep.  And you blamed the lack of sleep on your boyfriend, David.  Actually, he was your ex-boyfriend now.  After more than a year together, you dumped him for cheating on you.  

He claimed he was faithful, but you were certain he was lying.  He never picked up his phone when you called him from out on the road.  He would eventually call you back, but his stories about where he was and what he was doing always sounded a little off.  The final blow came when your friend Stephanie told you she saw him going into a movie theater with another girl.  David claimed Stephanie was mistaken and that you were just paranoid and jealous for no reason.  You wanted to believe him, but deep down you were sure that Stephanie was right.  All the unresolved questions you had about what David was doing while you were working could easily be answered if he had been cheating on you.  David cried when you told him it was over, he begged you to reconsider, but you were resolute and just walked away.

That had been a week ago, and every day since then, you questioned whether or not you made the right decision.  You had no hard proof that he had been unfaithful.  Sure, Stephanie said she saw him, but she only saw from a distance.  Maybe she was mistaken.  Maybe it was just someone who looked like David.

“Is this seat taken?”

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Sweeter Than Candy

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

Prompt: i’m sick on halloween but told you to go have fun at the party anyway but instead you surprised me with a blanket fort, tons of candy and all my favourite scary movies
Word Count: 985
Rating: T
A/N: A lot of people are starting to like Steve in season 2, which I am angry about because I’ve been in love with him since the first time I saw him. But yeah, more Steve love though! Special thanks to @keithstellations for being a lifesaver.


Out of all the days that you could’ve been sick, it had to be on Halloween. You really shouldn’t have wimped out of getting a flu shot.

You sighed and sneezed, lazily slumping down on your couch surrounded by tissue boxes and uneaten sweets, while watching various trick or treaters swear at the doorstep when no came to give them candy. Unsurprisingly, the rest of your family members had their own plans on Halloween and decided to leave you. Alone. Some family, huh?

Your plan was just to keep wallowing and sulking when suddenly, the phone rang from across the room. You mentally groaned at how far away it was before pushing yourself to get up. After taking what felt like a million sluggish steps to the phone, you answered it with a snotty, “Hello?”

“Y/N? Where are you? I’ve been trying to find you everywhere,” Steve paused, and you panicked when you heard what he said next. “You didn’t forget about the party, did you?”

“It’s not that, Steve, I’m just,” you stopped to blow your nose, quickly disposing the napkin. “Sick. Like my-head’s-so-hot-I-can’t-see-straight sick. I’m really sorry.”

You heard nothing but silence on the other linefor a while, then Steve finally spoke up, panic and concern clearly audible in his tone. “You’re sick?! How come you didn’t tell me? Great, now I have to go find Dustin’s old fever kit. Wait shit, I think that’s at Max’s house. Hold on, I’m coming-”

“Steve, no! Go have fun at the party. Please. I don’t need anyone here. I’d feel better if I knew you had fun. I’ll be okay!” You pleaded, twirling the phone’s cord as you did so. You knew it would be hard to convince him, but you had to try.

“Fine. At least tell me there’s someone else with you.” You smiled, despite yourself. He really cared. But now you realized that if you told him that you were alone, surely he would come rushing over.

“Uhhh… yeah… there’s someone with me here.” Trailing off, anyone could see that you were most likely lying. “Steve…”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Steve.”

That son of a bitch hung up. Despite this, you grinned. Steve was probably, scratch that, the best boyfriend ever.

Just like he promised, you heard his car pull up to the curb several minutes later, and once again you forced yourself to get up and get the door just as he was about to ring the doorbell. Steve stood there, armed with pillows and a bunch of bags, smiling brightly at you. “Surprise.”

You rolled your eyes but let him in, watching him trudge through you humble abode while carrying what seemed like a thousand bags. Chuckling, you asked, “Are you staying the night or preparing for a war?”

Steve sighed, looking around your living room and the piles of tissues and candy. “Maybe both.”

You were about to go help him with his stuff when he quickly stopped you, leading you back to your couch. Before you could resist, he looked at you with eyes that told you it would be unwise to get up, while piling blankets on top of you to make sure you wouldn’t get away. “Nope. Not gonna happen. You need to get some rest.”

“But-”

“Y/N.” You finally gave in, but not before voicing your discomfort and mumbling how you felt like a child. He quickly rearranged your blankets, then pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Better?”

“Much better.”

From then on, you drifted in and out of sleep, often only waking up when Steve came over to change the cloth on your forehead or to check you temperature. He seemed to be hard at work on something, since you could hear his swears and attempts to get something to work. Once, you even heard him drop something, causing him to wince in pain.

Then Steve came back, carefully lulling you back awake, then took you gingerly to what he had been working on. His hand grasped yours gently, looking back to check if you were okay several times. You had to tell him you were okay a couple hundred times.

Finally, Steve opened the door to your bedroom, and you gasped, looking at him in surprise and gratitude. Your room seemed to have been transformed. There was a blanket fort in the corner, a bunch of candy lying by its side and right across from it, the television from your basement played your favourite scary movie. So that was what he was trying to carry. You smiled gleefully, turning around to embrace Steve with the warmest hug you could muster. “Did you know you’re the best boyfriend ever?”

Steve chuckled playfully, returning your hug and carrying you over to the blanket fort. “Well, I have been told that a couple times here and there.”

You huddled closer to him as he sat next to you, handing him a bowl of popcorn you found on your nightstand. He tossed it up in the air, catching it in his mouth as it fell out. You laughed, since he usually failed when he tried to do that. For a while, you both just stayed there, watching horribly made scary movies and eating candy that you probably shouldn’t be eating. You felt warm, but it wasn’t because of the sickness. It was because of Steve.

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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Maybe More Than Friends (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

Word Count: 4,729

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After Peter joined the Avengers, you were basically forced into spending a lot of time with him, being that your father is being that your father is the Tony Stark. Your relationship starts off fairly innocent being as Peter was fairly shy around you, and not to mention that Tony had strictly forbid you two from dating. But despite your best efforts, the sexual tension between you two is undeniable. And one night while the rest of the Avengers are out on a mission, leaving you and Peter alone, the sexual tension comes to a peak. Peter is 18 in this fic.

Warnings: Extreme fluff. Language. Smut smut smut

You remember the first time you met Peter Parker. It was embarrassing, to say the least.

It was a pretty unexpected meetup. You didn’t even know that he was in the tower. You were working in the lab with another one of your dad’s employees, helping design a suit for the new Avengers recruit, Spiderman. It was your first major job, and you were so focused that you hadn’t even noticed when your dad and Peter walked in.

“Hey, Y/N, meet the new recruit, Peter. Peter, meet Y/N, my daughter.” Tony said loudly as he entered the lab, startling you and making you hit your head on the wall.

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The King of Hawkins Goes Soft

Summary: The reader helps chaperone the winter formal, which leads to a very eventful night involving the King of Hawkins. 

Word Count: 2648

Song Pairing: Talking in your Sleep- the romantics https://youtu.be/PtxiZItyYh8

authors note: kinda spoilers for season two? This also doesn’t 100% follow the plot! I had SO much fun writing this!! Let me know what you think!! (single mom Steve is the best Steve)


You smiled to yourself watching the event unfold. Steve was giving some version of a pep talk to Dustin before the winter formal, and you laughed as you saw the deal sealed with a handshake.

Dustin walked by you with a huge grin, “Hey (y/n)!”. He saluted you, and you saluted back matching his grin. You winked, “Good luck tonight soldier”.

By now Steve had parked his car, and was resting against the hood. You walked over to him, “What are you doing here? Hate to break it to ya but you’re a little too old-”.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, laughing while shaking his head. He smiled, “I gotta keep an eye on the little shits”.

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;lostmyhead (m)

pairing— kim seokjin x reader x min yoongi
genre/warnings—smut, threesome, fuckboy! Seokjin, dom! Seokjin, dom! Yoongi, dicks with photo filters, dirty talk
words— 13,332

:: summary— Kim Seokjin is the worst thing you’ve ever done, quite literally. Hooking up with him—continuously, for months, is something you regret doing. Mainly because you now have a boyfriend and have seen the error of your ways (mistake!). However, even then, you can’t seem to escape him…or say no for that matter…

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→ Jin somehow convinces you and Yoongi to have a threesome with him…

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crystal-fridge  asked:

If you're still doing Voltron fics, could you do one with a Winged AU where Lance hides his wings because they're different, pretty, but different, and when something goes wrong on a mission he uses them to save everyone with some really cool unique power he has? I mean, if you want to. I really love your work and wanted to know.

This took me like three days to do because I couldn’t stop colouring wings for them. Anyways, I hope you guys like this.


Lance watched his teammate’s fly around the nest he was laying in. They set up the nest in the hanger’s rafters so they could easily go up there after missions and still have plenty of room to fly around when they were traveling through space. He found it funny; when he first met each of them in the Garrison he was puzzled by their wings but now that they were in space, it all made sense. Shiro soared above him, his black and white speckled wings stretched out to either side of him. Unlike usual, he looked completely relaxed as the air blew through his fringe.

He dodged neatly to the side when Keith shot up from underneath him, trying to knock him off course. They laughed and circled each other in mock fight formation. The red, yellow, and orange wing beat wildly trying to make up for the sheer size that Shiro’s wings had over his own. He laid his head on his arms to look over the side of the nest when they fell into a nosedive towards the floor.

Hunk and Pidge both shriek and dove out of the way, Hunk’s chocolate brown and golden wing instinctually covered Pidge even though they were already standing on the ground. She huffed and pushed the limb off as Hunk gave sheepish apologies. She only gave him a fond grin but looked up at Shiro and Keith with an annoyed glare, which they didn’t notice as they were still chasing each other around the hanger. Her emerald green wings snapped up and she gave chase, surprising the two at her speed. Hunk laughed and gave a powerful beat and was gliding alongside the others. Lance looked on with a smile, he loved seeing his friends fly. They were able to forget about where they were and what they were meant to do and just became kids again.

‘Maybe it’s time to tell them the truth,’ Lance thought with a small frown. It had been months since they came to the Castle and they had undoubtedly bonded as not only a team but closer to a family. He heard the sound of soft flapping and looked behind him to see his team with ruffled feathers and carefree smiles on their faces.

‘No time like the present, I guess,’ he turned to them with a smile.

“How come you didn’t join us?” Shiro asked curiously trying to stroke his feathers into place. Lance looked down with a nervous gulp and started wringing his hands together.

“I was actually thinking of that right now,” he said. Looking up he saw that he had every paladin’s attention. He pressed his hands together to try and stop them from trembling.

“What is it?” Hunk asked. His forehead was creased in worry as he looked at his best friend. Not even he had seen Lance’s wings and he had known him the longest out of everyone. Not by much, they met the first year of the Garrison but still.

“I-um,” he mumbled trying to work up the courage. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard, he trusted them and he wanted them to know.

“It’s okay Lance, we’ll understand,” Shiro said encouragingly with a small grin on his face.

“I- I’m wingless,” he finally blurted out.

‘Shit,’ he thought. He cautiously looked up at his teammates and almost cringed at the pity that was plan on their faces. They all rushed forward, engulfing him in a hug and began chirping and cooing at him in comfort. He sighed into the group and after a while ducked down out of it. Although being wingless wasn’t uncommon, they still felt guilty that they had been flying around carelessly while he was grounded.

“Lance… I am so sorry,” Shiro said after a moment of silence. The others nodded in agreement looking heartbroken at Lance. He gave them a single shrug and slightly turned away from them.

“It’s alright I guess, I’ve lived with it my entire life,” he stated softly. He walked to the edge of the nest and made to get out.

“Where are you going?” Keith asked. Lance turned to them and gestured to the door at ground floor.

“I’m pretty beat, I’m going to crash for the night,” he replied with a shrug.

“You could sleep up here,” Pidge suggested looking at the rest of the team. They nodded and looked at Lance with hope. He bit his lip and looked away.

“I would but I, uh, have to shower and do a face mask and stuff still,” Lance replied shooting finger guns at them to their disappointment. He felt guilty as their wings drooped slightly.

“Maybe if I’m not too tired I’ll come back after I’m done,” he sighed. They immediately perked up again with a smile. He headed for the ladder attached to the beam and shrieked in surprise when arms lifted him up and began descending to the ground. He glanced up and saw Shiro grinning down at him. He gently placed him on the ground and ruffled his hair.

“I hope I see you later,” he said before taking off again back up to the nest. He nodded even though he knew that Shiro couldn’t see him and trudged out of the hanger.


“What the hell is wrong with me?” Lance growled at himself as he turned the water in the shower on. He paced in front of the mirror and wrung his hands together in agitation.

“Wingless?! Really?” He groaned dragging his hands down his face. He faced the shower and grasped the hem of his shirt and carefully peeled it over his head. He carefully unwrapped the bandages wrapped around his torso and let the cloth slide down his feathers. He sighed and ran his fingers through the dull blue feathers and looked in the mirror. He winced as the ache in his joints when he lifted and flexed the four wings on his back.

Not two.

Four.

As far as he knew he was only the third person to ever have four wings. The first he came to find, told the world of his condition believing himself to be descended from a god. Ultimately he was captured by the government and experimented on to find out more about his mutation. The second was a newborn girl who was taken away from her mother the minute she was born.

She didn’t make it to her second birthday.

The government dubbed anyone with four wings as a rowan.They found that that the wings were far more durable than normal wings almost as strong as a military grade armour. When they seemed threatened they turned into sharp and hardened like steel, it rendered them incapable of flight but the feathers were razor sharp. This is what made the government so wary of rowans. That and the fact that the first subject immediately attacked them after he transformed his wings this way. However, it was after months and months of merciless experimentation.

Lance was lucky and blessed to have been born to a very large and loyal family. He had his mother and registered midwife of an Aunt to thank for being born in the family home instead of in the hospital. He was registered as being wingless from the moment he was born and grew up being carefully monitored and maintained his whole life. Not that he minded much, he knew the danger he could potentially face if he was ever found out.

They couldn’t keep him locked away for long and relented when he decided to apply to the Garrison. Thanks to his distantly related Uncle who worked as a medical examiner he was able to get in and confirmed as wingless. He may have been lying to the government but hey, they lie all the time and no one gives them shit about it.

He knew that he could potentially be in a lot of danger for doing this but it felt like something that he needed to do. Maybe one day, he would become a famous explorer and he could become an advocator for rowans, just like him. That is if there were people like him on Earth. He looked mournfully at his tangled and muted feathers and wanted nothing more to soar through the air with his new family but he wasn’t sure what they would do. They were all still members of the military and were constantly briefed on what to do if they ever encountered a rowan in the field. He missed feeling the wind in his feathers though, he hadn’t had the chance to fly since he joined the Garrison.

He sighed and climbed into the shower letting the warm water wash away his thoughts. He couldn’t exactly go back to the nest tonight and tell everyone that he wasn’t wingless but actually a rowan. It would be too much for them to process. He would just have to wait a little bit longer until he knew for sure what they thought of him. He smiled at his plan and decided that it was the best course of action for now. If only to make himself feel more comfortable with the situation. After a half hour, he got out of the shower and attempted to dry off. He shook his feathers slightly trying to rid them of water but stopped when they started to sting from overuse. He sighed and locked his door in case anyone tried to get him in the middle of the night, he would have to leave them uncovered to dry properly and wrap them again in the morning. He carefully laid on his stomach and propped his head up to look at the door. Deep down he wished one of his teammates would come and ask if he was going to join them but he knew that they would be busy enough grooming each other’s wings to worry about him.


Usually recon missions went very well for them, all things considered. When your bones were light enough to step without making noises and were able to quickly fly out of a galran’s visual range, it was quite hard to detect them. Because of this they usually didn’t have a contingency plan prepared if something went awry.

“We’re pinned, Shiro!” Keith yelled into the coms. The sound of Keith’s bayard slicing and shots from Hunk’s cannon were loud in the background.

“Everyone head to Hunk and Keith’s location if you’re able,” Shiro commanded.

“Roger,” Lance said in response, he turned from his own defeated sentries and headed towards their position. They were lucky that this particular outpost was occupied only by sentries and drones as it had been abandoned by the Galra a long time ago.

“I’m close guys,” he heard Pidge say. Looking at the schematics of the base, he could see that Shiro made it to them and Pidge was heading down the corridor to join them, making Lance the furthest away. He sighed when he noticed that they had been corralled in what looked to be a sealed storage hanger and the only exit was the way they went in. He gritted his teeth and leaned forward into a full sprint determined to help his teammates. He could hear their laboured breathing and pain grunts as they took hits from the sentries.

“There’s too many of them!” Pidge yelled out in panic. He darted around the corner clutching his bayard tightly in his hands. The minutes felt like hours as he rushed through the halls, the sound of his teams panicked yells and shouts of pain. He froze when he saw the state that his team was fighting in. It almost felt like he was watching the scene in slow motion. Pidge’s foot being grabbed as she tried in vain to fly away and being slammed into the ground. Hunk trying desperately to shoot away the sentries but being tackled mid shot. Keith swinging his sword wildly and the look of surprise when he was punched in the jaw; and Shiro, oh Shiro. He was already on the ground and was absolutely covered in them, he swung his arm taking out sentries left and right but he was still trying to drag himself over to protect the others.

It only took a split second for Lance to take all of it in and begin storming towards the opening. Without thought, he banished his bayard away from him and began running towards the entrance. There must have been almost one hundred sentries activated, maybe more but he wasn’t about to falter.

“Lance! Run!” Shiro shouted when he noticed the paladin coming closer to the battle. At his voice, the sentries turned their attention to the newly arriving human. The marks on their body gave an ominous red glow as they began running at Lance. The others began struggling anew, wanting desperately to help their friend. The one they thought would be more helpless than them because he was wingless.

“Lance!” They screamed out in terror for him. Their eyes widened in shock when the back of his armour shattered and metallic looking wings burst out. He twisted around with the wings pushed out. They sliced clean through the first line of robots. They watched in shocked awe as Lance twirled around with his wings spread, destroying sentries in a deathly dance. As the last one fell he faced away from them, his wings lifted.

“Rowan,” Pidge breathed out in shock. The wings dropped in realization and Lance looked over his shoulder at them.

“I’m sorry,” is all he said before he ran away from them. They leapt up ready to follow close behind him but Shiro held out his hand for them to stop. They looked at him in confusion.

“We need to give him a little time, just enough for him to settle,” he said. They reluctantly agreed and walked out of the hanger.


After exiting their lions, they decided that they had to look for Lance. It wasn’t that difficult since they found his abandoned chest plate near the rafter ladder. They landed in the nest and saw Lance huddled in a ball at the other side of the nest. Without the metallic sheen on Lance’s feathers, they could see how lifeless and messy the wings really were.

Without a word, they all cuddled up against Lance. Shiro and Hunk on each side and Keith and Pidge in front of him. They didn’t need to say anything to him, and they didn’t need his explanation. They already understood why he was afraid to tell them. They could feel Lance begin to tremble between them and start to let out small sobs between breaths. Hunk gave a small smile and cradled Lance’s head against his shoulder. After an hour of silent comforting, Shiro laid a hand on Lance’s wing and carefully folded it out over his lap. Lance abandoned Hunk’s shoulder to look at him in confusion. Shiro grinned at him and began brushing his hand through his feathers, gently untangling them.

“You don’t have to Shiro,” Lance mumbled.

“I want to Lance,” He replied grabbing Lance’s cheek in his palm. “Let me do this for you,”

“I want to too,” Hunk said excited and carefully draped his other top wing onto his lap. Lance’s head whipped to Hunk’s side again in shock.

“No arguments either,” he said when he saw Lance begin to open his mouth. He gave Hunk a pout but obeyed.

“Me too,” Pidge grinned reaching for his lower wings. He didn’t even try to put up a fight this time, even when Keith mumbled something and got to work on the last one.

“Thank you,” he said gratefully. He rested his chin on his folded arms as he leaned on the edge of the nest. He wasn’t sure if he could look at any of them without bursting into tears, so he looked down at where he could see Blue instead.

“Maybe after this, we can go flying?” Pidge suggested. The rest of the paladins nodded their heads but this time they all turned to Lance as well. At their silence, he turned just enough to see them.

“Um, I haven’t exactly flown since I joined the Garrison,” he stated sheepishly.

“Well, then it’s about time you stretched your wings then isn’t it?” Hunk smiled.

“I guess it is,” he smiled back after a moment’s hesitation. Everyone gave a small cheer and got back to their jobs. Just as careful as before but now with a sense of urgency. Lance beamed down at Blue, feeling absolute love for and from the people around him. He couldn’t be any more lucky and blessed than he was right now.

BTS / Drunk confessions

REQUEST: hi~~ can you do a bts reaction on their s/o drunk confessing their love to them when in reality they were already a couple and they have been dating for a while already. thanks!            

Thank you for this request! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you enjoy!


Jin

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

It was supposed to only be a couple of drinks with your best friends. You had no idea how you ended up so intoxicated, you could barely move. One of the bartenders ended up having to call Jin (because his number was called last on your phone) to take you home.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this drunk,” was the first thing Jin said when your equally as drunk best friends passed you over to your boyfriend.

“What do you know?” you replied, slurring your words. “You’re not my boyfriend.”

Jin stared at you for a good minute. “I kind of am, though.”

“You are? Really?” you squinted your eyes. “Jin?”

“Yes, Y/n,” Jin said, not hiding his amusement at your drunken behavior. “Let’s go home, okay?”

“Okay,” you said, not conscious enough to put up a fight.

As soon as he placed you in the passenger seat and tied a seatbelt on you, you leaned your head against the window, grinning happily. When Jin sat down behind the wheel, he glanced at you and, noticing your cheerful expression, smiled as well.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“You wouldn’t get it,” you said, trying to wave your hand to dismiss the topic, but you ended up hitting the dashboard in the process.

“Try me,” Jin said, starting the car.

“Okay, but don’t tell anyone,” you warned, leaning in to whisper to his ear as if it was a top secret. “I love my boyfriend very much. He’s the best boyfriend ever. He’s probably sleeping at home right now but I’ll tell him I love him when he wakes up.”

Shaking his head, Jin turned to look at you. “Don’t worry. I’m sure he loves you very much, too. Even when you don’t recognize him.”


Suga

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

You and Yoongi started to go out after spending three years of being just friends. In your opinion, it was only natural that sometimes you tended to forget that he was no longer just a best friend to you.

Sometimes, you woke up in the morning next to him and gasped in horror until you remembered that you weren’t just friends anymore. In fact, you’ve been in a relationship for almost six months now.

Other times, you got too drunk to remember your relationship status. And since you never drank alone, Yoongi was always there, enduring your drunken blabbering.

“What you don’t know, Yoongi,” you said one night after the two of you had gone clubbing. Yoongi may have looked away for just five minutes and you’ve already consumed five cocktails and were starting your sixth. “Is that I have a crush on you. That’s right.”

Although he’s seen you forget your relationship before, Yoongi still bit his lip to prevent himself from laughing as he listened to you. “Do you, now?”

“Yes,” you repeated, sighing dramatically. “It’s so sad to know you’ll never feel the same way. About me, I mean. Because I have a crush on you. I really do.”

“What if I told you we were actually dating?” he asked.

“I’d say you’re lying,” you replied with a hiccup, “And then I’d ask,” another hiccup, “why are you lying, Yoongi? Don’t play with my,” hiccup, “feelings.”

Biting his lip even harder, he got up from the bar stool to gather you in his arms.

“Come on, Y/n,” he said. “You’ve had too much to drink. Let me take you home.”

“Okay,” you said. “I love you, Yoongi.”

He finally laughed at this, kissing your cheek as the two of you made your way towards the exit of the club. “I love you, too, Y/n.”


J-Hope

Originally posted by jinful

Nor you, nor Hoseok liked to drink particularly much, which is why both of you were extremely lightweight. It seemed as if you’ve just taken a sip of champagne, and you were already so drunk, you could barely stand on your feet.

“You’re really beautiful,” you told Hoseok, drunkenly placing a hand on his face while he laughed loudly. “Are you single?”

“I don’t know,” Hoseok shrugged his shoulders. He was just as drunk as you were. “Probably not.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” you said, removing your hand from his face. “Will you go on a date with me sometime, though?”

“I’ll ask my girlfriend,” Hoseok said, deep in his mind realizing that he wasn’t single, but not being sober enough to remember that you were his girlfriend. “I love her a lot, you know.”

“Is she pretty?” you asked, leaning on the bar.

“I think so,” he nodded. “And she has this really nice… what’s it called when you talk?”

“Voice?”

“Yeah, that!” Hoseok said excitedly. “She has a nice voice. And she always finishes my sentences for me.”

“She sounds really nice,” you sighed.

Both of you took another sip of your drinks and then stared at each other for a moment.

“So,” you started, completely forgetting about the conversation you’ve just had with him. “Will you go on a date with me sometime?”


RM

Originally posted by jinkooks

“I would like to make a toast!” you announced to the group of your friends that have gathered at your house to celebrate your and Namjoon’s engagement.

“Babe, uh, aren’t the guests supposed to be making toasts?” Namjoon, considerably less drunk than you, asked you quietly.

“No, shh, hold on,” you shook your head at him and turned to look at your friends again. “I would like to make a toast to Namjoon! He’s the greatest man who has ever walked this Earth! I love him very much and don’t laugh at me when I say I’ll marry him one day because I will!”

Your friends exchanged glances, giggling quietly at your obvious intoxication, but then they clinked their glasses, toasting nevertheless.

“Y/n,” you heard Namjoon address you quietly. “How drunk are you right now?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged your shoulders, finishing your glass of champagne. “I only had one glass.”

“One bottle is more like it,” he said with a sigh.

“You know, Namjoon,” you said dreamily. “We’ll get married one day. Just you wait and see.”

He cleared his throat. “That’s kind of the point, Y/n. That’s why I gave you this ring.”

“What ring?”

“The engagement ring on your finger?”

“I’m engaged?!” you gasped, looking at your hand. “How will I get married to Namjoon if I’m engaged to someone?!”

“Oh, God,” Namjoon sighed, knowing that he was in for a long night until you sobered up enough to remember that he was the one that you were engaged to.


Jimin

Originally posted by parkjmzl

He was the ridiculous drunk in your relationship, not you. And yet, somehow, one night the tables turned. Jimin was still relatively sober, while you were drunk out of your mind. At first, he found this funny, but then you told the bartender you were going to flirt with the guy at the end of the bar, and made your way towards Jimin, while he watched you with confused eyes.

“Hi there,” you told him, trying to wink, but ending up just blinking both of your eyes.

“Hey,” Jimin replied awkwardly.

“You here alone?”

He decided to play along. “Yeah. Why?”

“I’m just wondering what a cute guy like you is doing at a bar alone…” you said, daring to place a hand on his thigh.

Jimin had never in his life heard you flirt like that, so needless to say, he was very amused, albeit a little scared.

“Well, believe it or not, I came to this bar to watch my own girlfriend flirt with me,” he confessed.

“I thought you said you were single,” you said.

“Are you?” Jimin countered.

You were about to reply but then stopped yourself. Your mind cleared a little.

“You know what?” you said. “I’m actually not. I came here with my boyfriend. He should be here somewhere. Light hair, big brown eyes, plump lips that I would really love to kiss right now.”

He bit his lip as he listened to you describe him, and then jumped off the barstool, taking your hand in his.

“Let’s go home, babe,” he said. “So you can kiss your boyfriend.”


V

Originally posted by berry852

Taehyung could hold liquor very well. You were the absolute opposite, which is why you didn’t enjoy drinking very much. However, tonight was a special night. The boys were hosting an award after-party, and you were invited along with their other friends.

A few hours into the party, you were already too drunk to walk properly, so you just settled on the armchair and listened to Yoongi drunkenly explain to you what the thought the real meaning of Go Go was.

“And that is why they sing “yolo yolo” in the chorus,” he concluded while you nodded enthusiastically.

“That makes so much sense, I—”

“Hey, babe,” Taehyung sat down on the handrest of the armchair next to you, distracting you from Yoongi, who stood up and walked away to share his deep insights with someone else. “How are you?”

“Um,” you scooted away from him. “Sorry, I have a boyfriend.”

Taehyung frowned. “Yeah, I know.”

“Okay,” you said, standing up. “So, I’m going to go.”

“Wait, what?” he stood up after you. “Where?”

“To find my boyfriend. He wouldn’t like me talking to other guys.”

Taehyung chose to put his confusion aside when he heard you say this. “He doesn’t? What would he do if he found out you were talking to some guy?”

“He would probably try to beat the guy up,” you admitted, almost losing your balance, and having to lean against a wall. “But he’s not violent. He’s just very jealous.”

“Very jealous, huh?” he smirked, suddenly starting to enjoy when you talked about him to him, without realizing.

“Yeah,” you shrugged your shoulders, smiling suddenly. “But I love him.”

“You love him.”

“Yes. So, excuse me, but I can’t be here. I need to find my boyfriend,” you said and began to stumble your way down the room

“Y/n!” Taehyung called out after you, smiling teasingly. “Tell your boyfriend I said hi!”


Jungkook

Originally posted by jkguks

You and Jungkook have arrived at the party together, but somehow, you got separated. You were drinking by the bar and chatting with a few of your friends, while Jungkook was playing pool at the other part of the house.

He came to find you a few hours later so the two of you could head home. What he hasn’t realized, however, that you got really drunk while he wasn’t with you.

“You know, Jook… I meant, Jungkook,” you hiccuped, “I have probably never told you this, but I’m honestly in love with you.”

He stopped walking. “Y/n, we’ve been in a relationship for two years now.”

You opened your eyes wider. “We have?! That’s incredible!”

A little concerned now, Jungkook placed a hand on your waist to guide you to the taxi that was waiting for you two outside.

“I spent the entire night trying to come up with a way to tell you I loved you,” you told him. “But it turns out we’re dating! How cool is that?”

“Yes, Y/n. It’s very cool.”

“Can you kiss me?” you asked, stopping to touch his face and almost poking his eye out. “To prove that you’re not lying to me.”

“I’ll do that when you’re sober, okay?” Jungkook said.

You pouted. “But I’m sober now.”

He almost laughed at this. “You’re the furthest thing from sober. Let’s go home.”

“Wait… we live together?”

“Yes,” Jungkook sighed. “I don’t know how you’d find home if I weren’t here. You’re never drinking alone.”

“This night is the best night ever!” you announced cheerfully, almost falling over, but Jungkook caught you. “What else is new? Do we have any pets?”

“Yeah. A dragon in your backyard,” he said half-jokingly to hide the fact that he was starting to get annoyed you didn’t remember him.

“A dragon?!” you squealed. “We’re the best couple on the planet! I’m so happy!”

He turned to look at your joyful face and couldn’t help but smile. “How did I get so lucky to fall in love with a girl who is capable of drinking so much, she forgets all about me?”

r e a d e r

“I can’t read your smut - would you show it to me?”

Summary: As a smut writer, you loved reading the reviews for your work. But  you did not expect that one of your readers was your roommate: Taehyung.
 
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader
Genre: SMUT || Warnings: This is a smut about SMUT, guys. going to hell
A/N: Hey! I’ve been thinking about writing a Taehyung smut for a while since he is my bias, my king and my- God never let Taehyung read my masterlist please. Jk. I hope you like it. ♥
Words: +2.6

He pushed the underwear to a side and his hot breath caressed your sensitive skin before giving a long and slow lick to your slit.

“Oh my god” you whispered, throwing your head back against the mattress.

 He smirked and placed his hands on your hips, preventing them to move when his tongu–

Your fingers stopped moving against the keyboard and you read the paragraph again. Was that too much? Was it not enough? You licked your lips and closed your eyes, trying to feel the way your character would and imagine what would happen next. Would he just fuck you right away? Or just tease you a little more?

Your fingertips caressed the keys and you were about to find your answer when you felt a pair of lips brushing against your ear, “What are you doing, Y/N?”

Your body jumped from your seat and panic spread on your face when you found your roommate’s boxy grin behind you. “Holy shit Taehyung, you almost kill me.”

He didn’t answer, his eyes squinted and tried to read what you were writing on the screen. You stood in front of him, covering his view and closing your laptop in a quick move.

His eyes focused on you then, heavy breathing and silently asking him to leave your bedroom.

“Don’t worry, I couldn’t read a thing from your secret project. I need my glasses for that.” He stepped away from you and buried his hands in the pockets of his jacket, “I’m going to buy some cereal, do you need anything?”

You sighed, “No Tae, I don’t.”

“Okay.” He simply nodded, exiting your bedroom and soon leaving the apartment you two shared.

Let’s get one thing straight: you were not embarrassed of your writing. You loved your stories and enjoyed working on them.
You were embarrassed of Taehyung finding out about them. You knew him like the palm of your hand after all that time living together, and you knew he would mock you and tease you for the rest of your life.

What you did not know, is that he already knew about them.

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Friday May 26th

I hadn’t had any new moments with my son due to his growing love for his little girlfriend. When my hubby and middle daughter would leave the house to us for what would have a carnal experience with son faded as he went out with her. Then mid-May came and my oldest was home from college, another schedule to try to work around. I was beginning to feel as though this was going to be a long summer, perhaps I should get out and cheat on my hubby like before, do something to fight off this mundane housewife existence.  

 My hubby needed to fly out early on the 26th, my two youngest were days away from being out school for the summer, leaving my oldest and me to workout, do lunch, and some shopping. During lunch she surprised me by telling me was going to her father’s this weekend with her sister. She felt that she had gone to college she should give him another chance at being a father. I wished her luck.

 That meant I would be alone at home tonight as I sure Adam would be seeing Amy. I began running names through my head of men I could text and begin to lure to me. Later in the evening I was proven right as the girls left the house shortly after Adam did…I was alone and unsupervised. I ate a salad and mixed myself a drink of grapefruit vodka and 7up.

I texted two men from my list and one answered immediately. By 9pm we had joked, flirted, hinted, sexted, and sent pics to one another. I was well on my way to having this friend’s husband do to me what she wouldn’t allow.

I was a bit tipsy and more a than a little turned on when the second guy finally answered his text and I began working them both.

By 10:30 I had sent pics to both men and insinuated that I needed a good hard fucking from them (separately of course, although I have a fantasy about multiple men) when I heard the front door open and close and the jingle of keys being put away. I called down stairs and received no answer. I excused myself from the texting hard-ons saying family was close by as I went to investigate the intruder. I show little fear in these situations usually because I’m tipsy and I also have a rape fantasy. I came down stairs in my usual summer nighttime apparel of a t-shirt and panties, searching around I found my son, Adam, sitting the dark media room.

 “Baby, what’s wrong?” I asked and between sniffles he tells me about him and Amy breaking up tonight. She explained she was feeling stifled or smothered by his attentions, which likely means she was looking for alone time to see someone else…not unlike me.

That little bitch. And just 3 days before his 17th birthday.

 We talked about the sad realities of life and young love (all love really) and while only time makes the heartache fade understanding seems to assure him he will be ok, in time.

 I suggested he shower and relax and I’ll make him a drink to help him sleep. Like the good boy he is, my son obeys. His shower done quickly, his night clothes (tank top and basketball shorts) on over bare feet, he returns to the kitchen to accept his vodka and 7up from me. We return to the darkened media room and continue our talk. It is now close to midnight and he is again crying over the loss of a young love, the alcohol lowering his inhibitions and loosening the tight grip he often keeps on his emotions. I rub his shoulders and speak soft words letting him know it may not seem like it now, but in time this may make him a better partner.

He tells me he is done with dating and love, no one needs this pain. In the darkness where I’m sure he cannot see I smile a soft knowing smile that he knows not what he speaks of.

He continues to softly cry and like when he was young I lie back and pull down on top of me to let him cry on my chest.

While he cries he softly he nuzzles and moves across my breasts making me remember that not too long ago I was so horny I was about to use my trusty latex vibrating lover to relieve some long pent up frustration. I shifted and slid one leg under him so that he was now lying between my legs with his head still on my chest. I gently stroked his back and the hair on his head while he cried. At some point he realized where his head was and he stopped crying and began nuzzling in earnest.

“Baby, it’s ok…I’m here for you and I always will be. I love you.”

“I love you too, mom, but I feel so alone.”

“I know baby, but I’m right here…you can feel me.”

 He nuzzled at my breasts a little more. I pulled his head up and I kissed him softly at first a kiss that might have been motherly, but our second and third kisses were not so motherly. I opened my mouth inviting his tongue inside and he did not disappoint me. I spread my legs wide using my heels to pull him towards me and I could feel his growing erection for me. He slid his hand beneath my shirt and fondled my breast, tweaking my nipple. I pulled him close for another kiss and I reached down and pushed his shorts towards his feet, hooking the band with my toes I stripped them to his ankles. He pulled clumsily at my shirt, which I pulled over my head and threw to the floor. He suckled my breasts, both us panting from the adrenalin coursing through us. I could feel the head of his young, hard cock pressing against my panties wanting in, wanting  to feel my hot wetness surrounding him. I drove my heels into his buttocks like I was using spurs on a horse to drive him forward only I wanted to drive him, my son, deep into me.

He looked up from my breasts, his eyes still red from crying and leaned forward to kiss me again. I reached down between us and slid my panties to one side. As we kissed deeply I opened my legs wide, tilted my hips at just the right angle, and I again spurred my young stallion to drive deep.

And he did.

I think both of us were a bit surprised, despite everything, when my son’s cock entered my tight wet hole. We stopped kissing and looked into each other’s eyes for a split second, then I spurred him again and my son fucked me hard. He grunted and strained his strong young body against mine. Thrusting so hard that I was sure he would bruise my tender bits and pieces my son arched his back, grunted, and came deep inside me.

 My heart soared.

 After a while of breathing heavy and holding each other he shifted and like all the times we have been intimate before he began to try to escape the situation, but I held on to him.

We sat up together and he reached for his shorts, but I placed my foot on them and wouldn’t let him raise them to cover himself. Topless, I pushed him back on the couch and I straddled him. My breasts swaying as I sat there, my dripping vagina on his quickly growing hard on. His erection reemerged and I positioned myself so that when his cock stood up, I slid down on to it. Our second session of loving making was less hurried and more gentle. It lasted quite a bit longer than our first time and ended with him cumming in my mouth.

I love the taste of our sex.

 Afterwards we walked hand in hand to the master bathroom and showered together much the same way I have showered with my husband only when I soaped up my young son he again began to get hard. I gave him a wonderful soapy handjob, rinsed him off good, led him by his cock to my husband’s bed and again I straddled him taking him deep inside me. As my hips rocked back and forth, my breasts swayed for him to watch, and late into the night my son came a third time inside me.

Suga Daddy: Part 12

Suga Daddy: Part 12 (m)

Words: 10.8k  

Genre/Warnings: Sugar Daddy!au, smut, fluff, language, angst, dom!Yoongi and talk of cum play

Summary: You’re terrified after Elizabeth has broken into your home. You don’t know what to do or how to feel. Does Yoongi think you’re too much trouble? 

You can all thank Liam Payne’s: Bedroom Floor for this update because it gave me inspiration to write this. I don’t think you’re ready for soft Yoongi. Sorry for errors, I had the longest day.


Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven (m)

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BTS Reaction - you being bratty and refusing sex

Seokjin

“Hello, love,” Jin says, coming up behind you to hug you. You’re not having it today though, not after what he did yesterday.

Your back stiffens and you give a small huff. Jin chuckles slightly and you feel your blood run hot once more.

“Still mad, I see,” he says smoothly, and you elect not to answer. You subconsciously push your nose a little higher in the air in defiance. Not that it matters - Jin is still towers over you.

He leans down to place slow wet kisses along the length of your neck, your resolve starting to crumble slightly under the tantalizing kisses, but you know that there’s no way he’ll change his mind if you relent now.

It’s only when he presses into you and you can feel his hardness against you that you pull away. Jin’s jaw clenches slightly at your stubbornness, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Princess,” he says, “I’m sorry that I’ve upset you but we really can’t get a kitten.”

You pout thoroughly, and despite Jin’s earlier arousal he’s smiling at you.

“Why not?” you cry.

“You’re allergic to cats…  I didn’t think I’d have to remind you. We were only in the pet store for five minutes and your eyes were leaking so much everyone thought you were crying.”

“Maybe I was crying, huh? Did you ever think of that? Maybe I was crying because I loved all the animals so much. What does that make you, pulling me away from all those sweet babies even when I love them?”

Jin laughs again at your antics. You’ve always had a flare for drama, but it’s something he loves about you. He wraps his arms around you in a hug, and tips your head back to place a soft kiss to your lips.

“I’m sorry,” he tells you, “I love you.”

Wrapped up in your boyfriend’s arms you know there’s no way you can stay mad at him, especially when he’s being so sweet.

“Jin,” you say, “Can we still have sex?”

Yoongi

It’s early in the morning when Yoongi finally crawls into bed. You’re still awake though, never really being able to get to sleep when he’s away. He’s been gone so much lately, and while you’re trying to be understanding you have to admit that it’s grating on your nerves just a bit.

Perhaps it’s your own self doubt, but you can’t help but think that it’s something wrong with you that’s keeping him out and away all night, rather than his work.

Yoongi must know you’re awake; he pulls you towards him and into a kiss that’s hot and heavy, and your head is spinning with the passion behind it. You briefly consider abandoning your carefully thought out plan for a moment, but decide to hold your ground.

You break the kiss and roll away from Yoongi quickly. He’s still for a moment - shocked - you’ve never rejected him before. Never.

“What’s the matter?” Yoongi asks, and you repress a shiver at how low his voice is. It’s always so rough when he’s aroused, his Daegu accent slipping out and lighting your core on fire.

“Nothing, Oppa,” you say, allowing your aggravation with him to seep into your voice. “But maybe you should see if someone at work can fuck you, since you’re always there. It might be quicker - you wouldn’t even have to come home.”

He heaves an annoyed sigh and even though you’re not looking at him you can imagine the look on his face; twisted into a cranky grimace that would usually have you giggling.

“You know I don’t want anyone but you, baby,” he tells you, forcing you to roll back and face him, “But I’m sorry if you’ve been feeling neglected because of work.”

He looks so sincere gazing into your eyes that you can’t help but lean forward to kiss him. He lets his lips lightly play against yours, gently kissing you and pressing you down into the mattress. You tangle your fingers in his hair in order to deepen your kiss but Yoongi stops you, whining slightly as he pulls away.  The sound makes him chuckle.

“Yoongi!” you cry. “Oppa, please.”

His eyes darken at your words, but he holds his ground.

“Sorry baby. This is what you get. I can’t have you thinking all I want from you is sex. Let’s just cuddle tonight.”

You huff quietly again, but let your boyfriend wrap his arms around you and pull you close. He’s warm and firm against your back, and even though you’re still a little flustered you can’t help but let out a quiet contented sigh before letting sleep overtake you.

Hoseok

“No?” Hoseok says, “What do you mean no?”

“I mean no, Hobi,” you reply, “We aren’t going to have sex tonight” 

The two of you are lounging in your bed on one of Hoseok’s rare days off. You hadn’t been planning to reject your boyfriend’s advances tonight, but with how he’d been teasing you tonight–in front of the other boys–you felt this was a fitting punishment.

He had been relentless, running his fingers over your body under the table, raking his hands through his hair and giving you that look, kissing you breathless when the other’s hadn’t been looking… it was shameless, honestly.

And so now you’re here, refusing him and hoping for the love of God that he’ll call your bluff to put you out of the flustered misery he’s caused.

Hoseok merely looks at you quietly for a moment before nodding his head.

“Okay, babe. I understand.” He lays himself back down, leaving you in a shocked and slightly angry state.

You huff to yourself, turning so that your back is facing him. All is silent for a while, just the two of you laying in bed in the dark. Eventually though, you can hear the sounds of your boyfriend’s breathing getting heavier, small gasps and moans escaping his mouth.

You turn back around to see Hoseok running his hand up and down his member, jerking himself off while staring directly at you.

“H-Hobi!” you chastise. “What are you doing!”

“I thought it was pretty obvious,” he quips, not slowing the movement of his hand, “It’s a shame that this isn’t your pussy wrapped around me, though. Bet that would feel way better.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, heat pooling at your core in a way that’s all too familiar. You can already feel yourself squirming in an attempt to get more friction for the throbbing between your legs as you watch your boyfriend stroke himself firmly.

“Do you want it baby?” he asks you, and you just nod and bite down on your lower lip. “Ah. Too bad… This feels too good to stop now…”

Hobi laughs as you gape at him, astonished that he would reject you even with his cock literally out and ready.

“But how about this,” he proposes, “Why don’t you touch that sweet pussy of yours too… we can cum together this way.”

Namjoon

Nothing had happened to make you feel like this; it wasn’t something Namjoon had done, nothing had gone wrong at work and there wasn’t anything to feel stressed about… but god were you in a piss poor mood. You had tried hard not to let it show while you were out with Namjoon and the other boys, but you could tell Joonie knew something was up.

“Babygirl, is everything okay?” he whispers to you during dinner when the rest of the boys are distracted.

“I’m fine Namjoon,” you say, scowling.

Namjoon let’s it drop, knowing that if you’re acting like this there isn’t going to be an easy way to pull you out of it. He let’s you eat in peace, as do most of the other boys when they notice you’re feeling a little grumpy. You’re happy that they do, too. You would feel terrible if you ruined the mood or made them feel awkward.

When your night is finally finished and you’re just walking into your apartment, Namjoon stops you.

“You’ve been upset all night,” he says. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing Namjoon, I already told–”

“What was that babygirl?” he questions firmly.

“Namjoon, I’m not in the mood tonight. I just want to be left alo–” Again he interrupts, 

“You and I both know that’s not true. Whenever you get like this it means you want to be taken care of. It means you want to be punished.” Your cheeks heat up at your boyfriend’s words and you stare down at your shoes. “I’ve not been a very good daddy, have I, if you’re acting this way? You only do it when you’re desperate for me.” 

You huff and try to walk away. You know Namjoon is right, but you can’t help but want to push him just a little more; that way the punishment will be all the better. He grabs your arm as you walk away, pulling you back to him and grasping your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“Look at me when I speak to you babygirl.” The sight of the fire in Namjoon’s eyes immediately flips a switch within you. “You’re being a bad girl…”

“I-I’m sorry daddy, I–” Namjoon tuts and you immediately silence yourself.

“You act like a brat all night, begging for punishment and when I try to deliver you tell me you’re not in the mood? You know you’re allowed to say no, but I want you to look in the eyes right now and tell me if that’s the truth. If you’ve lied to me, you’re going to be sorry. You’ll not be able to walk for the next week I swear.”

“I’m sorry…” you say. quietly.

“For what?”

“For lying, daddy. I want you please.” Namjoon’s eyes darken at your submissiveness, relishing in the power he has over you.

“Then bend over the table sweetheart. You’re in for a long night.”

Jimin

You just wanted to test him, that was all. You knew it was petty, but you still couldn’t help it. It wasn’t fair that Jimin got to tease you whenever he wanted, do whatever he wanted, while you had to be a good girl all the time.

You decide enough is enough, and that no matter what he says or does, your boyfriend will be the one begging tonight. Jimin has the day off, and the rest of the maknae line are over at your apartment playing video games and generally causing mischief.

You try to be as subtle as possible in your teasing, keeping it to little things you can totally play off as nothing. You bend down a little slower, stretch your arms high so that your shirt rides up, doing anything and everything you can do to work Jimin up. You can tell it’s working, too, by the way you can feel his dark eyes on you whenever you walk into the same room as him; their heady weight threatening to pin you down and fuck you right there if you aren’t careful.

You feel a bit high on all the heated gazes he’s throwing your way, and by the time the rest of the boys leave you’re feeling both excited and smug.

“What was all that you were doing today, kitten?” Jimin asks, stalking towards you. You back up until your back hits the wall and Jimin seems pleased by this, placing his hands on either side of your head to trap you.

“I was just acting normal, Jiminie, I was just–”

“Cut the shit,” Jimin growls. “You’ve been teasing me all day, acting like a little slut. Trying to turn me on in front of Tae and Jungkook.”  Suddenly Jimin presses himself against you, letting you feel how hard his member is in his pants before continuing. “Well here you are. I’m turned on. Is that what you wanted?”  

Summoning all the courage you can muster, you squeak out a small ‘no.’

“No?” Jimin scoffs. “Then what are you playing at? What do you want?”  You stare into his eyes for a moment, watching as he gets visibly impatient. Finally you blurt out your motive for the entire night.

“I want you to beg for it.”

Jimin’s eyes darken in lust and anger. He brings his hand to your throat, pressing you back into the wall to kiss you roughly, biting your lip harshly between his teeth.

“Oh no, kitten. We aren’t going to fuck tonight,” Jimin whispers lowly into your ear, “My cock is only for good girls, not dirty little sluts like you. You’re going to have to get off the old fashioned way, with just your hand.  Maybe if you put on a good enough show I’ll let you swallow my cum.”

Needless to say, you’re not altogether too upset with how poorly your plan has backfired.

Taehyung

“I honestly can’t believe you, Tae,” you spit out angrily, “She was all over you and you were so into it.

“I wasn’t into it at all babe, I swear! She was the MC and I didn’t want to push her away on camera. It would’ve been so obvious that I was dating someone if I didn’t flirt back a little!” His admission only makes you more upset. You understand that you and Taehyung can’t go public with your relationship just yet, but still, hearing him say it always hurts your feelings. It’s as if you’re some shameful secret of his and you hate it.

On top of that, now he’s admitted to knowing he was flirting with that girl, too. Sometimes you just wish your boyfriend knew how to keep his mouth shut. You press your eyes closed trying to will Tae away- perhaps you can calm down if he just leaves you alone - but behind your eyelids all you can see is the way that MC had been flirting; touching Tae’s shoulder and letting small girlish giggles leave her lips at anything he had said.

You don’t blame her, really, you can’t. No one knows about your relationship, and you’ve been in the same position as her countless times - the thing that hurt was seeing your boyfriend’s reaction. The way he had looked at her… well… you only want him to look at you that way.

“Babe, I’m really sorry,” Tae says, approaching you with outstretched arms as if you’re some wounded animal. He places a soft kiss on your lips but you twist away from him, pressing your them together in a stiff pout.

“You don’t just get to kiss me and have everything be better Tae. That’s not how this works.” The boy in front of you hums quietly before leaning down to kiss your cheek softly, trailing his mouth slowly down your jaw and neck.

“I know babe… but we might as well try it anyway.” He leaves a small nip at your earlobe before continuing down, his hands coming around to unzip your dress.

“Tae-yah,” you say in warning, but all that really comes out is a breathy sigh.

He kisses your lips again, running his hands down your sides. “Come on babe,” he says, “Let me show you how much I love you.”

Jungkook

For the third time tonight you push Jungkook’s wandering hands out from in between your legs.

“Kookie-yah,” you tell him, “Not tonight.”

“Noona, come on. Why not?” he snipes at you.  You raise an eyebrow at the younger boy but still he holds his ground, looking as petulant and as devilishly handsome as always.

“Watch your tone baby boy,” you tell him, “You’re sounding a bit bratty if you ask me.”

“Oh I’m acting bratty? Look at you noona! You won’t even take care of me.” He leans in close to you, and even in the dim light you can see how dark his eyes have become.  You’re admittedly very surprised at the way your boyfriend is acting. He’s never begged so vehemently before, opting instead to submit to your every whim.  

Jungkook’s hands make contact with your shoulders, pushing you down on the couch and scrambling in between your legs. You can feel the way his length rubs against your core, already desperately hard as he ruts against you, and you wrap your legs around his waist to bring him to a stop.

“Noona please,” Jungkook says, “Please. I need you so bad.”

His head drops down onto your shoulders and you run your fingers through his hair, still not allowing his hips to move. At the feeling of your fingers on his scalp, Jungkook shivers and his cock throbs against you.

“Baby,” you ask him, “Is someone desperate?”

“Fuck yes,” he gasps, “Please let me fuck you, noona. Let me taste you. God I want you so bad.” Heat pools in your core at his words and you let your legs go.

“Alright then,” you relent, “Come on.  Fuck me hard, baby.” Jungkook whimpers in your ear as he scrambles to get the both of you out of your pants. He wastes no time, stretching you out around his fingers and pressing into you in a matter of minutes.

“Oh god,” he groans as he slips inside of you, “You make me feel so good noona, let me return the favor.”

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- Mackenzie xx

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A/N: This is my very bad attempt at something cute, but you know… Fluff isn’t my best. Also a bit different from what I’ve done in the past, so feedback would be great. I messed up the months, I’m aware. 

Word count: 3,405

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April 2024

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Originally posted by dazzlingkai

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