i will whisper hollow compliments to you as you walk by

Bristles [nsfw]

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Requested?: Nope, i am but a wee humble farmer tending to my fics all by myself

Summary: Lin. The beard. Smut ensues. Includes dirty talk, a tiny pinch of dom/sub dynamics and papi kink because that shit sets me on FIRE

Words: too! damn! many! im going to hell i swear to god

A/N: I swear to god this situation is the fucking reason why I started this blog in the first place

You lazily swung back and forth in your indoor hammock, attempting to read but repeatedly and distractedly casting an eye towards your boyfriend, who was draped over the couch and clacking at his laptop. The box air conditioning hummed at the window, the fans in the apartment whistled, and Lin sung underneath his breath.

“Mi reina, I know you’re staring again.” Lin spoke up across the room, smile evident in his voice.

You rolled your eyes, fanning yourself with the pages of your paperback, trying to fend off the summer heat. “Only because I’m bored.” you claimed.

Lin patted the cushion next to him on your plush grey couch, eyes focused on his laptop. “Come sit, I miss you.”

It was your turn for a smile to tug at the corner of your lips. “Lin, I’ve been sitting across the room from you this entire afternoon,” you spoke as you nestled against his shoulder.

Lin stuck his bottom lip out. “Yeah, but you’re wrapped up in that hammock and not in me!” His chin jutted out slightly with the action and your eyes were drawn to one of your favorite pieces that made up the puzzle of him.

You chuckled, reaching up to scratch at his beard with the pads of your fingertips, its stubbly flush of color on Lin’s tanned cheeks was always captivating to you for some reason. The texture was coarse, but just soft enough to make running your fingers along it like gliding along a bristle brush. It contrasted so beautifully with the smooth plumpness of his lips, kept soft with chapstick and frequent kisses from you. You slipped a thumb across his bottom lip, the slight scratch of his beard creating the perfect accompaniment to the velvet of his lips and warmth of his slight breath outwards. 


Lin’s voice pulled you out of your fixation.


Lin’s face twisted into a cross between a smile and a delicious smirk. “Something got you distracted?”

Your eyes dropped to his lips as he spoke and you became painfully aware of how damp your panties had seemed to become in the span of mere minutes.

“Nothing,” you breathed, “just… hot.”

You’d unconsciously moved into Lin’s lap while studying his face, and only inches separated you from him.

“Oh? Is that so?”

You swallowed thickly, nodding, trying to keep some semblance of dignity.

Lin’s voice dropped as he spoke, “Well, I’m a bit distracted myself. You know why?”

Numbly, you shook your head slowly, bobbing slightly in his lap.

“I was just thinking that if I’m going to be hot, I’d rather have my face in the heat between your legs than the heat between your hands right now.”

Your breath hitched and Lin took the opportunity to close the gap between the two of you, pressing his lips firmly to yours, beard tickling at the soft skin of your face.

Lin pulled back, peppering kisses along your jawline, before whispering, “Let’s get you into the bedroom now, before I end up eating you out over the coffee table.”

He chuckled darkly at your wide eyes before leading you to your shared bedroom, where you splayed across cool white sheets. 

Lin’s fingers tickled at your shorts, teasing but not quite pulling them down enough for your liking as he pressed prickly kisses along your sides. “Now mi reina, you’ve just been teasing me all day and you don’t even know it. These short shorts combined with this heat? God, surprised I didn’t go crazy.”

You moaned, fisting a hand in Lin’s thick dark hair as he nipped at the skin of your hipbones. “You just look so delicious, so damn edible, lying in that hammock with your legs just draped…” Lin trailed off, finally sliding your shorts down your legs.

“And what’s this?” Lin’s eyes became even darker as he crawled up the bed to your chest, making eye contact. “No panties at all, naughty.”

“Too hot for any extra clothing,” you replied, pulling him in for a deep kiss after he pulled his shirt off.

He chuckled, slipping off your tank top. “Well if I’d known your perspective, we could’ve just walked around naked.”

“You wouldn’t be naked with all that hair on you.” you teased as you unclasped your bra and threw it in the general direction of your closet. 

“Please”, Lin replied, ghosting his lips and stubble across the curves of your chest. “You love the beard, I know it.”

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to be caught. “No I don’t.”

Lin smiled into your breasts. “Yes you do.” he continued to kiss everywhere but your nipples, which were peaked despite the heat and deperate for attention.


“I think you do.”

“I think I don’t.”

“I bet I can make you admit it.”

“Nop- fuck!” you hissed as Lin’s mouth closed around your right nipple and his fingers simultaneously teased at the left, both leaving as quickly as they came. Your chest heaved, breaths heavy and brain flooded with need. “Fuck, fuck okay I admit it!”

Lin let out a cocktail of a chuckle mixed with a smirk before reattaching his skillfull tongue to your nipples, licking and sucking smoothly as the roughness of his beard provided sensual contrast. 

Lin…” you moaned.

He paused in his ministrations and looked up at you, quirking an eyebrow. “Sorry, what?”

You squirmed beneath his firm gaze as he hovered over your right nipple again, his warm breath teasing at the sensitive peak as he waited for the correct words to roll from your lips.

“Papi…” you breathed, and Lin immediately returned to smothering your breasts with attention, laving his tongue over the soft flesh before dragging it down your stomach. 

There, he pressed kisses around your belly button, simultaneously raising goosebumps with the feel of his beard as he whispered, “So beautiful, my love… perfect the way you are.” and continued his way, slowly, slowly, to where you wanted him most. 

Once there, Lin looked up and met your eyes with his searingly chocolate ones, smirking before inquiring, “How much do you want some attention, mi reina?”

You groaned, thrashing your hips slightly in annoyance, and Lin’s hands immediately shot up to press your supple body into the mattress, his eyes darkening.

“Careful, nena, I don’t want to have to punish you. Be a good girl.” He sank back into his previous position, face so close to your soaked slit that you could feel every exhale of air from his nose fan across your aching clit. “How much do you want me? How much do you need me, mi reina?”

“Fuck, please eat me out.”

“Hmm. Is your pussy needy for attention? Because I don’t think your begging is going to get it much of anything.”

“Papi, I’m already so wet, I just need to be lic-”

“Oh, you’re wet, now? Who are you wet for, nena?”

At Lin’s question, you nearly lost it with need. There was no one who’d ever been able to satisfy you as well as Lin ever had, and in that moment all you needed was his meticulous and thorough tongue lapping at your folds.

“God Papi, I’m only ever wet for you, all for you… please, please eat my pussy.” you groan out.

Lin immediately slid forward, burying his face into your heat, and you immediately fisted your hands into his dark hair. Careful, wet licks of his mouth from the bottom of your slit to the peak of your clit were intermixed with rapid circling with the tip of his skillful tongue around the tiny nub of nerves. 

And the beard. That goddamn beard. It tickled and scratched at your most sensitive area, providing the most beautiful of compliments to the soft sensation of Lin’s warm mouth. 

Noticing your increasing moans and whimpers, Lin carefully slipped two fingers inside, pumping them while he removed his mouth to tease, “Are you enjoying this, nena? Being such a good girl? Are you getting ready to cum?” His fingers pressed at that spot inside you that was - just so -, ramping up the pleasure that was already rolling over you in waves. You nodded your head vigorously, unable to help the desperate whimper that fell out of your mouth at his words.

Immediately upon your head nod, Lin removed his fingers from you and slid away, leaving you short of breath and pulling in a surprised gap at your lost orgasm.

“What the fuck?” you intoned with an exasperated whine as Lin slipped his two fingers into his mouth, enjoying your taste as a devilish smirk overtook his face.

He pulled them out with a pop and crawled back up the bed to you, pressing kisses to both of your cheeks before whispering at your lips, “I want you to cum while you’re full of me.”

Lin reached over to the bedside table that stored the small box of condoms, ripped open a silvery package and slowly rolled a rubber down his thick length, secretly enjoying the way your eyes followed his movement down his shaft. 

As he climbed back over you, Lin’s tip nestled at your entrance, the heat of it nearly making you squirm before you reminded yourself of Lin’s earlier admonishments. 

Lin pressed blazingly hot kisses into the hollows of your collarbones, nipping it the base of your throat before whispering, “Ready, mi reina?”

You simply moaned in response, and Lin slowly but surely slid into your wet heat, his thick length spreading you out around him as he slipped deeper and deeper until he completely filled you.

At the same moment, you and Lin released sighs at the sensation. Your walls ensheathed his thickness with a warm, wet heat while simultaneously, his cock stretched and rubbed at parts of you that you never were able to reach by yourself. You complimented each other like two pieces of a puzzle fit together.

After taking the brief moment to adjust, Lin began to move. He pulled his hips back and, for a moment, you thought he was pulling out just to mess with you again, but the next instant he slammed himself deep, pounding hard as you groaned in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. 

Lin began to stroke deeply, fucking with precision and power. “So fucking good,” he groaned, pumping into you the way he knew you liked to have your lovemaking: hard, fast, rough and deep. 

“Fuck, papi!” You grabbed at Lin’s body, scratching down his back as he fucked you. All discomfort was gone, your wetness providing a smooth transition as Lin stroked powerfully inside. Each grinding thrust increased your pleasure, your hardened nipples scraping against Lin’s chest as he rocked against you. “Don’t stop, papi…it feels so good.“ 

Lin leaned down, his lips capturing yours. "I’m never going to stop fucking you, nena. I’ll always take care of you my love, whether that be listening to your intelligent little brain or fucking you nice and thoroughly.” he groaned out.

You had a hard time responding as Lin’s cock continued to thrust hard and fast into you, and you let out a strangled moan before being able to respond, “Fuck yes, papi." 

Lin leaned down, kissing your lips firmly. "Yes, you’re papi’s nena…his good girl…his precious reina,” smiling at you. “Who owns this pussy?" 

You couldn’t keep still beneath him, hips squirming and wriggling as you tried to get his cock even deeper. "You own it, papi." 

Lin’s eyes darkened even further in lust. "Damn right, I do.” He increased the speed of his thrusts, nailing you to the bed with hard, pleasurable strokes that shook the headboard. “Papi’s gonna cum, baby girl!” he groaned.

You could feel the tension build in your own body, the knot that Lin had helped form was rapidly getting closer to unraveling. “I am too, papi, fuck…" 

Do it. Cum for me, come on papi’s cock.“ Lin commanded, voice firm as he continued to thrust into you and reached down to place a rapidly circling thumb on your sensitive clit. He stared down at you, wanting to see the exact moment that your face, the one he loved so much, contorted into the peak of pleasure that he was able to give you. 

You squeaked and moaned loudly, as your body arched, arms and legs locked tightly around Lin. "I’m cumming, papi!” you gasped out, waves of pleasure finally reaching their crest and crashing over you as your lover continued to fill you.

Lin could feel your pussy spasming on his thickness, squeezing onto it tightly as you reached your peak. “I’m cumming too, baby girl, fuck…” He rammed hard inside you, holding himself deep as he moaned with each shuddering spasm. 

“Fuck, my love, you feel so good,” he gasped. As his orgasm wound down, he reached down to nip your breast hard, marking you as his. 

You shrieked slightly in surprise when he bit at you, yet you always enjoyed the sunset-colored marks that Lin loved to leave on your body.

Lin slid his tongue over the reddened marks his teeth left on your skin, before he moved to capture your mouth. He was smiling like a child inwardly, swelling with happiness and affection for you as he always did when the two of you made love. Your sex life was anything but boring, and Lin loved the fact that you could go from innocent and loving to filthy and sensuous in seconds. 

“Did you enjoy that as much as I did? Because I think that’s my new favorite way to deal with heat waves.” His hand brushed a strand of hair from your eyes. Lin found you immensely beautiful after sex, with hair mussed, cheeks blushed and your lips swollen and bruised from his kisses. 

You laughed as you curled into his chest, sprinkling kisses onto his soft skin. “I mean, it was the beard that got me going, rather than the heat, and one stays around a lot longer than the other if you know what I mean.”

Lin tucked his chin on top of your head as he pulled the sheets around your entwined bodies. “The beard is definitely sticking around longer than this heat wave, lemme tell ya that.”

You chuckled and snuggled up for an afternoon nap, further extending your break and hoping for a break in the heat.

AN: sweet jesus this was a wild ride. alright y’all know the drill; like, reblog, gimme some feedback because this is my first fic! love you all xoxo sami

Day off activities - Tom Holland Imagine

Words: 3,027 whoOPS. Warning: Smut, swearing. Tom Holland x Reader.

A/N: Look, this might be really bad, but I’m trying. So here’s a little smut to get you through the day.


The dappled sunlight danced through the open window and onto your sleeping body. The warmth of the sunlight hitting your skin was enough to wake you up. As the golden light kissed your bare arms, you rolled over to fully embrace the morning sunshine.

You balled your hands into fists as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, adjusting to the sleepy consciousness.

Another morning waking up in paradise, and there really wasn’t much that you could complain about, other than waking up alone that is.

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Description: Tony gets a little distracted from his work

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: as freakin always, smut, like kind of dom!tony for a little bit there

A/n: I’m imagining this taking place at Tony’s home in Malibu before it got all blown up bc I had an Iron Man movie marathon last night and now I wanna live in that house. Also you can credit the title to Distraction by Kehlani cause I’ve been non-stop listening to it

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

“Y/N, what are you doing down here?” Tony sighed out, exasperated.

“I could as you the same thing. It’s one in the morning, Tony.”

He shrugged. You walked over to him as he tinkered with something, wrapping your arms around his waist. You pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“You’re distracting me, dear.” 

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7 times they noticed (4/7)

It’s time for Coran Coran the Gorgeous Man. Actually quite hard to write. I decided to write this from Coran’s pov also, to just change things up?

Coran saw it. Of course he did, he was a veteran, he was a father, and although he did not understand the customs of their strange world, he remembered being years away from his family. He remembered pacing and fighting because there was nothing else to do.

He remembered the exact same hurt on his own son’s face, the exact same resignation, the same jokes, the same mood-breakers. And if he wasn’t damned by how much he saw his son in the blue paladin’s face, he was surely blessed by it. In a way, he had another chance, another opportunity; although he would be a fool to think they were the same person. To compare them is all too easy, but he shouldn’t in any case. But still, he knew that Lance was hurting, and no matter how much he reminded him of his son, hurting is hurting.

Let it be known that Coran considered himself a patient man, and often a kind one. This was not the case when someone else was hurting.

“Lance?” He asked in a conversational tone as he saw the young paladin pacing in the control room. Lance looked up in surprise.

“Oh! Coran, my man! What’s up?” He clicked his fingers at Coran, who supposed this was an Earth greeting between friends. He was however, unsure whether to return them. He decided against it, simply smiling at the boy.

“Hello, Lance! It has come to my attention that -” He trailed off, squinting his eyes in suspicion. Lance tilted his head in confusion. “What are you doing in the control room?” Coran questioned, raising an eyebrow, mustache twitching.

“Oh…uh…Allura! I was looking for Allura, have you seen her?” Lance stuttered, laughing nervously. Coran squinted his eyes even more, pursing his mouth.

“I ordered the princess to take a day off. She does too much work, I’m afraid.” Coran looked to Lance for his response, raising his eyebrow further.

“Yeah, that makes sense.” Lance sighed. He scratched behind his ear in a show of nonchalance. “Well, I guess I’ll just go train. See ya!” Lance turned to go, but not before Coran spoke.


Lance looked back in confusion at the oddly alarmed tone of the normally eccentric man.

“What is it, my dude?” Lance made a show of smiling, but Coran noticed it failed to reach his eyes.

“Are…are you in good health, paladin?” Coran asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet to quell the anxiety rising within him.

“Uh…yeah? Totally.” Lance laughed, looking in confusion. “Why? Do I look sick? Because I’ll have you know that I use moisturizer, and my skin looks perfect.” Lance put his hand on his chest in mock-astonishment.

“No! You look perfectly healthy, Lance.” Coran stuttered. Lance looked confused at the normally unflappable Altean. “I mean, not physical health.” Coran frowned at Lance. “The health of the mind.” Lance widened his eyes.

“Oh.” Lance looked down, falling silent, his mind working. “Yeah.” He smiled nervously. Coran was not convinced.

“Truly?” He asked, tilting his head, looking down at the anxious paladin.

“Well, I guess I’m homesick, but I mean, who isn’t?” Lance laughed once more, and once more it rang hollow.

“Of course my boy, you’ve just seemed…” He paused, looking for his words. “off.” Lance looked taken aback, letting out an exhale of confused laughter.

“Really?” He raised his shoulder, twisting his face into obviously forced confusion. Coran once again paused, looking for the words. He restarted his original statement with a small shake of his head.

“It has come to my attention you might be feeling…inadequate. And…what did you call it? Homesick.” Lance stuttered in response.

“W-well, I mean…yeah I’m feeling like, homesick, but inadequate? What?” He looked around, and Coran knew that look. It was the look of a child trying to find a way out of a confronting conversation. He had seen it on his children too many times.

“Lance, missing one’s family is extremely natural. And I’ll let you know on a secret.” He leant in as he said this, and Lance raised his eyebrows, unimpressed.


“No one feels adequate. Everyone feels they have too much to live up to.” Coran stared at Lance, nodding. Lance let out a bark of laughter.

“Oh, really.” His voice was heavy with sarcasm. “Well then, everyone’s an idiot.”

“Yes, most probably.” Coran nodded with sincerity, and Lance rolled his eyes.

“No, I mean, everyone else actually lives up to impossible expectations, whereas I… I’m just…” Lance trailed off, tears brimming, trying to finish his sentence with unintelligible gestures. This confused Coran.

“I’m sorry Lance, but I do not understand these human non-verbal gestures? Do you also communicate like Glapthorns?” Coran looked to the human for an answer, who let out a small giggle.

“Glapthorns?” He asked. Coran puffed up.

“Yes Glapthorns! They have an entire alphabet of gestures, having no mouths and all. Lovely people, really, I once…” Coran trailed off, snapping his fingers. “You’re deflecting.” He stated, staring at Lance, once again narrowing.

“Uh…no?” Lance smiled. Coran shook his head.

“Do you humans answer everything as questions, or is that just a hereditary thing?” Coran stared at Lance. “Anyway…” Lance groaned. “You say that we live up to impossible expectations. Who is ‘we’?” Coran asked, his voice gentle.

“Everyone else on this ship.” Lance stared at his feet. Coran noticed that this particular human did not like looking into another being’s eyes when stating the truth.

“Nonsense.” He replied, crossing his arms. “You are just as competent.” Lance laughed in response.

“High praise. Thanks.” Lance subtly rolled his eyes.

“You’re welcome.” Coran graciously replied, nodding his head. “Well, it is true. Blue does not choose just anyone.”

“Did…” Lance paused, looking up for once. “Did you know the original blue paladin?” He bit his lip, looking into Coran’s eyes, who was taken aback by the emotion within them. Coran had to look away.

“Yes.” He swallowed thickly, emotion rising. “Yes I did.” Lance looked on, not replying. “They were wonderful. I…I did not know them as well as Allura, but I remember their beaming face. Unfortunately, I remember their last moments the most strongly.” Coran sniffed as tears threatened to swell.

“Sorry.” Lance spoke quietly. Coran drew to his full height, smiling softly.

“Do not be sorry my boy, I just…” He shook his head, trying to get rid of those memories. “They were very good friends with my son.” Coran wiped his eyes. Lance froze.

“Your…your son?” Lance’s eyes were wide.

“Yes.” Coran’s reply was barely a whisper. Then he smiled. “You remind me of him, you know.”

“Oh.” Lance was obviously lost for words.

“Don’t worry, it’s the biggest compliment I can give. You have the same soul, the same passion.” Coran smiled weakly, which was returned by Lance. “If you ever need someone to listen.” He smiled, brighter now. Lance nodded shortly, and walked silently out of the room, before stopping right before the door.

“Same here.” Lance said, with a half-smile. Coran nodded in return, mirroring the action just a few ticks ago.

Coran sighed as Lance left the room. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought his son into it, but…he felt a weight off of his shoulders nonetheless. He only hoped Lance felt the same.

Another done! No one loves Coran enough, imo. By the way, I just want to give huge thanks to @wherethestarsdontshine​ for their headcannons about Coran, because I used a lot of them here in developing his character! They’re such a good writer and you should check out their blog if you like voltron stuff.

(17/4/17: Allura is up along with rest!)

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SUMMARY: You have a bad day at work, and Credence takes it upon himself to take care of you. I combined these requests:

  1. Reader being Credence’s s/o. they’re always happy to help and love to mother him. But one day they are completely wrecked by their work and anxious, so he goes into mother mode and is so happy to give it back?
  2. one where he’s really affectionate towards them, neck kisses, hugs from behind, idk where I’m going with this

Warnings: None!!

Word Count: 1,678

Credence supposed that your treatment of him and consideration toward him were what got him through those roughest of days following his destruction of New York. You had been patient and gentle with him when you met him, and you had waited for him to be ready—for anything, even for things as simple as kindness. You had never pressured him or told him he should be further along in healing or learning, and that is how he had come to trust you sooner than others and how he had learned to let you take care of him. He had been hesitant at first, and you had stepped back, letting him take his time and not scolding him for being skittish or distrustful of you. Then he had relaxed slightly over the next few weeks and had let you make him meals or buy him books or even sometimes stay with him until he fell asleep. In many ways, it was the mothering that Credence had never experienced—at least, not that he could remember.

Eventually, he grew to care for you so much that he had agreed to move in with you, once he had worked at the bakery long enough to save the money to afford the rent. You would have paid for his half had he wanted to move in sooner, but you knew his independence meant a lot to him, now that he had it. And you were always willing to be patient for Credence.

That had been slightly over a year after the subway incident.

Since then, Credence had accepted, acknowledged, and given in to his feelings for you, and once a conversation was had, the two of you had decided to give dating a chance. More patience and more care later, things were still going smoothly a year later. Credence just wished sometimes that he had the opportunity to care for you the way you cared for him. It wasn’t that you had put him back together, because he had worked very hard to do that himself, but you had given him the support he needed to do so and had devoted much of your time to caring for his corporeal well-being so that he could devote himself to learning self-love and -confidence. Those were things he was still learning to put into practice, but you were patient with that too, and very understanding; and he was grateful. You had always been so put together though, and he worried sometimes that he didn’t do enough things for you. You always insisted that his company and his love were enough, but he couldn’t help but wish that he could show you how much he cared, beyond those confines.

And then Credence’s chance came in the form of a terrible day at work. He could tell immediately that you had had it because you slammed the door more harshly than you usually did and threw your bags onto the kitchen table with a heavy sigh before storming over and collapsing onto the couch in the living room.

Credence was, of course, upset that you were having a bad day, but he was ready to take care of you and to practice being more assertive in his own actions—he wanted to take charge of this situation. So he walked over to where you had face-planted into the cushion, smiling softly at the way your hair had become disheveled. “Long day?” he asked quietly, placing a shaking hand to your back.

Your answering sigh was deep and long as you melted into the couch, letting every muscle in your body fall slack. “I’m tired of people, Credence. I don’t like them.”

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the base of your skull, and ran his thumb across the knobs of your spine carefully and humming in response. He knew that you hated socializing, so it must have been a day of prolonged interaction. The exhaustion must have really gotten to you today. “I know, Y/N. Did you have to be personable today?”

You smiled at the question, and you wondered briefly how you had gotten so lucky to find someone so understanding of your closed-off nature. You supposed because you had never been closed-off with him. He did tell you once that it made him feel special, as if you were a cat who had settled on their person. You smiled even wider at the memory before curling into Credence’s lap contentedly, humming at the feeling of Credence’s fingers rubbing into your shoulders and gently up the side of your neck. This was a rare initiation of physical affection, one that you really needed today. “Yes, I did.” You began frowning again as you recalled the day. “And people kept asking why I didn’t smile more or why I didn’t talk very much, and then my boss got mad that I wasn’t being more welcoming. And all I wanted to do was come home to you. I’m just…so glad I’m home now.”

You felt his hum more than you heard it, and you closed your eyes to the feeling of his hands against your skin. You appreciated the coolness of them and could have groaned when you felt him stand up gently and pull away from you as he did so. “I’m going to make you some tea, okay?”

You nodded, trying to conceal a pout, and Credence felt a swell of pride and affection—finally, he was the one taking care of you. He hurried into the kitchen, beginning to boil water, and looked over to the living room as he heard you get up. He watched you walk to the window in the living room with a blanket draped over your shoulders that you held tightly to your chest and then press your forehead to the glass, looking to the world outside. He could tell today had been tough on you because your muscles seemed completely lax and because you had none of the confidence in your gait that you usually carried, so when he finished preparing your tea (just the way you liked it), he placed it on the coffee table quietly before padding over to you and hugging you from behind, curling his arms carefully around your middle to pull you close, and pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. He indulged a small smile when he felt you roll your head back into his shoulder and completely surrender yourself to the embrace. “Thank you, Credence.” Your voice came out in a quiet sigh more than a deliberate statement, and instead of answering, he just pressed another kiss to your skin, this time to the hollow of your throat. Curiously, though, he could feel the stretch of your smile against the side of his face and looked to you questioningly.

You dropped one side of the blanket. “It’ll fit both of us,” you said a little more definitively and with a smile that melted his heart, and he caught on. He took the other corner to wrap around himself and returned said corner to your hand so that you could curl your fingers around the blanket again, securing the blanket burrito you had constructed. Credence liked this better, the feel of your body more concrete than before and the embrace feeling more protective and inclusive. He peppered small kisses along your throat and shoulder, and you couldn’t help the widening of your smile at this uncharacteristic show of physical affection and the confidence behind the gestures. You felt a swell of happiness at how much he had grown and how that growth had included the two of you coming together.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stood like that, wrapped up in each other and the blanket, before Credence whispered gently, “Your tea is probably getting cold.”

You didn’t want to leave this moment, but that tea really did sound promising. You felt Credence rub his hands along your arms before stepping back, letting the blanket fall from around the two of you so that you could go drink your tea. It really was perfect, and you hummed into the cup, which made Credence smile again as he watched you. “Thank you, Credence. This is exactly what I needed today.” He was what you needed today.

Credence blushed, still affected deeply by any kind of praise, and wondered if he would ever get over that swell of pride that came with compliments or praise of any kind. He supposed it didn’t really matter. “Of course, Y/N. I love…being able to take care of you.”

Something clicked in you then, and you realized that he had been wanting for some time to be able to do things like this, to prove that he could take care of you like you took care of him, to prove that he knew how to care for you, and what that meant to him. “Credence.” You jumped back onto the couch, huddling close to him and burrowing further into the crook of his neck as his arm curled around your shoulders to pull you close. “I love letting you take care of me. You know me so well.”

Credence knew that being nonchalant about that compliment was out of his wheelhouse, so he settled for telling the complete truth. “I’ve had the time to get to know you, and… I just want you to know that I can be there for you for anything… I can take care of you. I know I can.”

The confidence underlying the quiet of his voice could have made you cry. “I know you can too, Credence. I love you. Thank you.”

Credence smiled and pressed another kiss to the top of your head. “Always, Y/N. I love you.” He had learned a lot over these last few years—to accept himself, to own his past, to open up, to form relationships—but he was beginning to think the best thing he had learned was to love and to let himself be loved.


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Flutter - Ch.3

Oh Sehun/Reader
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Word Count: 1377

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A short walk later you were seated on the second floor of a small restaurant that had only delicious looking fried chicken on the menu. You were in a small booth in the corner, happily enjoying the air conditioner, and doing your best to be nonchalant about the fact that you’re about to have lunch with Oh Sehun of all people.

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anonymous asked:

Bias-wrecker: Kim Jongdae Genre: Horror but funny and/or sexy/smutty? Number: 43 I love all of your EXO and BTS fics <3

lmao you don’t get a drabble my dear you got A WHOLE ENTIRE ONE SHOT <3 brevity is not my strong suit omfg

Title: Cavity
Prompt: 43: “Pick up lines only work when I’m drunk” (part of the 1K followers drabble game)
Pairing: Jongdae x Reader (oc; female)
Summary: While trying to forget your ex, a man comes to you and promises that he can help you take the memory away.
Genre: Demon!AU; angst; light smut
Rating: R
Warnings: light smut; explicit language; references of violence
Word Count: 3,722

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Gin is not your favourite.

If you’re being honest, you don’t really even like gin at all, except for the way it reminds you him. He was the one who got you into it, convinced you that its burn was the right flavor for every emotion, every daydream, and every enticing fantasy. Perhaps, you think, that is why you’re drinking it now instead of your usual whiskey. Forcing your body, your mind, and your tongue to have their last fill of him before you move on completely.

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You’re My Black Pearl | pt.3

Yugyeom x reader

Genre: Angst, smut

Warnings: Cheating/infidelity

Words: 1600

Chapter: ¾

Admin/author: Eottoghe

Beta: Zoie

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Anonymous said to kpop-reads: May I request a smutty angst fic with Yugyeom based on the song Black Pearl by EXO?

Author’s note: I’m slow, bear with me. I made it to where if you don’t want to read the smut, you don’t have to so for some of you, this may be it ;) For the rest of you, get ready.

Summary: You don’t know if you can forgive him. You won’t even allow him to explain. But, you want to. You want nothing more but for him to be here, holding you close to his chest. But, first he has to find you.

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Come Back

Originally posted by imnayeonie

Nayeon x Reader


Word Count: 1024

Written by Admin LJ

(Authors Note: hey all! Just a heads up, this is a sequel to “No More”, a scenario I wrote some time ago. Enjoy!)

It was by mere coincidence that you ran into her.

A year had passed since you two had broken up- one year, three months, and twelve days to be exact- of course, not that you were counting.

Neither of you kept in touch- it would have been too hard on both ends- your heart was already in pieces after she had cheated on you, and she couldn’t bare the thought of hurting you any more than she already had.

You had moved to the big city for a job offer you had received, and you had no idea what she was up to. It was probably better that way, but despite that, you couldn’t tame the overwhelming, hollow feeling in your chest every time you thought of her, which, though you hated to admit it, was quite often.

Given the circumstances, you were more than surprised to hear the sharp, confused call of your name as you were sipping coffee at the local cafe, laptop in front of you, furiously writing up a report to present to your boss later that day. Your head snapped up, instantly recognizing that oh-so-familiar voice you had grown to love and hate. Your eyes settled on her, and your chest felt as though it had caught fire.


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I know this has probably been written before and better but it was stuck in my head and I just had to. What happens after Sheldon asks Amy to go to comic-con.

Amy feels Sheldon walk behind her and place his hands on her waist. His large hands fit perfectly in the hollows at her made by her hips. A thrill goes up her spine, She takes a big breath to control her breathing. Amy can’t let him know how easily he turns her on. How close he is to getting his way.

“Hey sexy lady.” he greets her amping up the platitudes from yesterday’s pretty girlfriend. Amy turns around to face him. He has a lazy smirk on his face. He knows what he is doing to her.

“I’m still not going.” Amy tells him crossing her hands over her chest to hide the signs of her arousal. Even though Sheldon has probably no doubt noticed. Sheldon noticed everything.

“Can’t a man just compliment his extremely arousing girlfriend?” he asks feigning innocence.

“He can but we both know you have ulterior motives.” Amy tells him and he pretends to look wounded. It would be so easy just to give in to him. Amy knows that is not what he needs though after his mother and Leonard who had an easier to just give in philosophy with him. Amy knows she has to show that she has a back bone.

“I think what I’m about to show you will change your mind.”

“If it’s your long list again we both know how I was left wanting yesterday.” she teases him biting her lip. He knew what he was saying yesterday, what he was insinuating with his list. It had shocked her and at the same time it thrilled her.

“My long list didn’t leave you wanting. I remember you being quite impressed.” Amy gulps not sure if he is talking purely about the comic con panelists any more.

“I’ve seen longer lists.” Amy shrugs trying to regain the higher ground.

“Really?” he says raising his eyebrows. “I guarantee that what I’m about to show you in the bedroom. You’ve never seen before.”

“I’m listening.” Amy says tapping her foot.

“Come on then.” he says grabbing her hand and dragging her to the bedroom. Her heart is thudding in her chest as he pulls her inside and shuts the door. This could be the end of the once a year rule.

“Well?” Amy asks remaining cool. Sheldon just smirks.

“Cover your eyes.” he says his voice low and husky. Amy sighs annoyed but does as she is told. She hears him move to the closet and open the door. Then she hears rustling. “Okay open them.” he says.

“Sheldon!” Amy says exasperated looking at the authentic Dumbledore and Mcgonagall costumes he is holding out. “Isn’t this a little presumptuous?”

“A little perhaps, however I thought once you saw how amazing we’ll look you’re mind would be changed.”

“I’m not changing my mind.” Amy says firmly.

“Amy aren’t you being a little stubborn?” he says annoyed.

“Me being stubborn? Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle stubborn!” Amy says throwing her hands up and moving to leave the bedroom. However Sheldon blocks her from exiting.

“Tell em one good reason you won’t go.” he demands.

“I already drove you five hours to an antique train museum and you’ve used up your favors. I have never held any interest in comic books or superheroes. The only reason you even want me to go is because everyone else canceled on you.” Amy says exasperated.

‘“I just said give me one reason, but alright.”

“Better yet Sheldon just give me one reason to go that’s not because you need a ride, or you don’t want to go with Stuart. Or you know I watch Once Upon a Time so I might enjoy that panel that you won’t even go to.”

“Just one reason?” he asks solemnly.

“I’ll accept more than.” Amy says.

“How about I love you? That I was worried about being away from you for five days because I would miss you so much. How I can’t sleep without you next to me anymore. That the guys canceling was less the reason I asked you and more the perfect excuse to ask you to come.”

“You wanted me to go before they canceled?” Amy asks touched.

“I put the bug in Penny’s ear about going to comic con. I was hoping you would follow suit. Only Leonard had to be a huge brat about it.”

“You know Sheldon you could have just told me all this.”
“I’ve never been the best at expressing me feelings into words.”

“I don’t know if its a wise idea for us to go as wizards. You know I have a hard time keeping my hands off you when you’re in robes.” Amy tells him and he leans into her pressing his lips against her ear whispering softly.

“Does that mean you’ll go?” he asks and she nods in ascension. “Amy you have just made me so happy.” he says moving his mouth to hers and kissing her deeply. Amy pulls away and pushes against his chest.

“I have a few rules though.”

“Alright.” he says leading her to the bed. “Go ahead.”

“No abandoning me I’m not wandering around a convention hall asking every tall Dumbledore if he’s Sheldon.”


“You have to pull your weight and help me drive to San Diego. I know you have your driver license and it would make me feel important if you drove me once in awhile.”

“I can do that.” he says. “Anything else?” he asks looking at her with hooded eyes. Amy’s only response is just to kiss him again on his mouth. Which he returns and pulls her downwards on the bed wrapping his arms around her. They kiss for awhile and when it starts to get heated Amy pulls away before Sheldon can.

“Just know that if you are in those periwinkle robes I can’te be trusted around you.” she teases him running a finger down his chest. “I might break the public displays of affection clause in our relationship agreement.”

“I hope you do. I”ll have to beat the men off with a stick when they see you in your outfit. I’ll have to put my claim on you somehow.”

“I’m all yours, always.” Amy tells him kissing him again.

“Always.” Sheldon agrees rolling her on top on him.

Featuring Seduction || Namjoon

Request - Anonymous said:   Can you do a namjoon scenario when him and his idol gf have an important scene in the bs&t video, thank you~   

Pairing - Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre - Fluff

Summary - Since you and your group were on hiatus, your boyfriend wants to feature you in his group’s comeback music video.

“Hi, Joonie~” You greeted the olive green haired man as you opened the door. He flashed you a quick smile before pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, “How’s my love doing?” He whispered into your ear, a blush spreading across your cheeks.

“I’m doing well,” You giggled as you pulled away, him placing a peck on the tip of your nose before walking into the dorm.
You were more than just glad the other members of your group had gone out for some shopping.

“So, what brings you here? Weren’t you busy with practice for your comeback?” You asked as you followed him into the hall, you moving into the kitchen to get him a glass of water. You heard footsteps following you and Namjoon walked in along with you, taking a place at the table in the room.

“That is exactly why I’m here. I have an offer for you, Y/N,” Your back was facing him, but you didn’t have to look at his face to know he was smirking.

“And what exactly is this offer?” You passed the glass of water to him, taking a seat across him.

Once he chugged the fluid, he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket before speaking, “I- well, the boys, want you to be featured in our new song.” Your eyes went wide as his lips stretched into a shy smile.

“Me? Feature in your comeback song? Why?” You were rather surprised that this was the kind of offer he had come to your place with. Honestly, you were expecting something on a very different context.

“Our new album holds a theory of seduction- especially the title track. So, the whole idea of seduction wouldn’t exactly be complete without the opposite gender…” He explained, his eyes trained on you while yours went all over his face. There was pause, where both of you seemed to be contemplating what Namjoon had just said. Then he added, “I mean, that’s what PD nim said.”

It was interesting, their new album. And he’d managed to refrain from spilling any other information about it to you when you’d asked him about it in the beginning. And this also would help you in not only working in par with one of the most influential boy bands of Korea, but it would also be an amazing experience to work with your boyfriend.

“It does seem pretty interesting…” You trailed off, a smile tattooed onto Namjoon’s lips as he heard you.

“Isn’t it? And this is an amazing time for both of us to collaborate! It couldn’t get any better!” He was very much more excited for this to work out - and you had yet to say yes. You laughed at his child-like enthusiasm, before asking him a question.

“Care to explain your theme more, though, Joon? Seduction as in, it has various elements. What are you really aiming for?” You rested your cheek in the hollow of your palm as you propped your elbow on the table.

“You’ll understand the theme when you hear the song, Y/N. So, what do you say? You up for it?” He looked at you with hope-filled eyes. You couldn’t possibly say no.

“Of course, Joonie. Anything to help my favorite boys.” You giggled, getting out of your seat and moving to him. He spread his arms wide and you wrapped your hands around his neck as he placed a kiss on the side of your head endearingly.

“I can already say this is going to be a hit.”

You reached the studio where you were called for the shooting. When Namjoon had called you over to his studio the day before to listen to the song, you had absolutely fallen in love with it, immediately asking him if it was okay for you to download it into your phone. He had laughed, “Of course, Chagi~”

When you walked in, you recognized the director and walked over to him, “Hello, I’m Y/N-”

“Y/N! Yes, yes, I’ve heard a lot about you. Please take a seat in your dressing room and we’ll tell you about your scenes soon.” The director shook your hand and gestured to the direction of your make up room. One of the staffs whom you recognized as Namjoon’s make up artist, came running up to you, “Hi, Y/N, how have you been doing?” She asked, hugging you.

“I’ve been well. How are the boys? Are they ready?” You asked and she took your hand, guiding you to your green room, “Oh, they’re all ready. It’s just you who we have to doll-up.”

In an hour, you were in your costume - black velvet skirt which ended a few good inches above your knees, along with a black silk sleeveless shirt tucked loosely and an intricately embroidered coat of silver, gold and red threads, along with a silver and red colored cloth choker to accessorize your look. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, you noticed the make up was the infamous smokey eye, glittering brilliantly in silver against the light, a look that suited you all too well while your hair fell over your shoulders in smooth waves.

A make up man walked up to you with a tiny case, “Here, put these on. The producer will be coming soon to discuss the scene.” He smiled at you as you took the case from him. They were contact lenses, a pair that made your eyes look very cat-like. Namjoon wasn’t kidding when he said the theme was about seduction.

The producer trudged into the room, a string of compliments flowing out of his mouth as he eyed you, “This is- wow, you are exactly the element we need, Y/N.”

You giggled and thanked him before asking him to take a seat beside your chair. Without any delay, he went into the details of your scene. Turns out, you had much more appearances than you had initially assumed.

“There will be a solo scene of Rap Monster’s where he is sitting on a sofa, but the thing is, we want to modify that a little. And so what we thought was, you would be this person - a seduction goddess, you get what I’m saying?” He paused and you widened your eyes, “A seduction goddess?”

“Yes. You will have a scene with each of the members, but according to the script, the longest is with Rap Mon.” He went on, his eyes scanning the bundles of paper he held in his hand. You nodded, although you felt the nervousness beginning to creep up your spine.

“Are we ready?” Another staff peeped in through the gap of the door, and you nodded, “Yeah, I’m ready!”

With one final recollection of the scene, you put on your black heels before stepping out. You walked over to the set that was laid out, a heavily fussed living room with modern antiques and a brilliant peach color with designs surrounding the set on the walls. You walked up to the group of boys who were currently standing behind the camera, “Hey there,” You called and all of them turned, their jaws dropping at the sight. Namjoon was the last to respond as he began stuttering an apology, “S-sorry, Y/N, you just- you just look really-” He gave up, a blush creeping over his cheeks as he hid his face, you chuckling at the sight.

The director called you and Namjoon once the cameras were set, instructing both of you where and how your entries were supposed to be.

“Okay, Namjoon will be in the first scene. Y/N, you will be in the second, when he is drinking from a glass, and later in the third when he is sitting on the sofa.” You nodded, as you took your place outside the view of the camera as Namjoon got ready for his shot.

Once his solo shot was done, you were called into the set, where the director asked you to sit on the sofa which was big enough for no more than two people.

When Namjoon sat beside you, you almost laughed at how hard his heart was beating, “Joonie, you okay? I’m not even as nervous as you.” You stifled a giggle as you watched him dab the sleeve of his coat at his temple.

“It’s your costume, Y/N. It turns me on.” His hazy eyes turned to you and your eyes widened a fraction. You felt another urge to laugh. But thankfully, the director began telling you both what to do.

Soon, you had a glass that held green liquid inside, and you just had to place it to his lips.

“Rap Mon, glare at the camera like it’s trying to take your girlfriend away-” You excused yourself to laugh at the director’s words before collecting yourself, “-and Y/N, look at Rap Mon like you know what you are doing is evil. Have a coy smirk on your face, okay?” You shot him a thumbs up and you crossed your legs, your left leg hanging loosely over the right, while you turned your body towards the right, facing him.

“Okay- stay like that, let me check…” The cameraman bent down to check the view through the lens, and in the time he took, you whispered to Namjoon, “You’re really sweaty, Joonie. And I’m barely touching you.” You teased as you bit your lip, to prevent a smile to form on your lips.

“That’s it! Y/N, that’s it!” The cameraman yelled enthusiastically, almost startling you. You looked at him with wide eyes, “What?”

“That look! The way you looked at him just now, keep that!” He smiled broadly and you giggled. You heard Namjoon breathe a sigh, “Well, I’m just glad I don’t have to look at you right now.”

The song played and the camera was rolling in seconds, the shot being taken, and you tilted the glass to his lips, holding the look the camera man had asked you to, when he called again, “Cut! Cut!”

You brought the glass back down, and turned to him.

“Y/N, try putting your hand around him behind the sofa.” He said, and you followed. You draped your hand behind him on the sofa, when you saw something on his hair.

“Ah, there’s something on your hair-” You reached to the nape of his neck with the same hand, when the camera man yelled yet again, “That’s perfect, Y/N! Keep it that way-” The staff around the set began laughing as he had caught you off guard. You held a dumbfounded expression, “What the-”

“You really are something, Y/N, you seem to know exactly what he wants.” Namjoon jested, as he turned to look at you briefly. You smiled, “It’s all by chance.”

The cameraman announced you to be ready and you took your position, this time, your hand at the nape of his neck, running it upwards so a few locks of his hair were in between your fingers, giving you a good opportunity to tug at them. The camera was rolling the whole time, and you had your lip bitten, subconsciously, as you tilted the glass towards his mouth. The second he took a gulp, the director shouted, “Cut! That was perfect!”

You let go of his hair and stood up, returning the glass to a staff. You walked back again to the same spot, this time the director asking you to switch places.

“Jungkook, you’re in this scene too.” He called the youngest, and he came in to the set.

“Wow, Jungkook definitely does not look like a 19-year-old.” You whispered to Namjoon as your eyes followed Jungkook. He took his position on the bed that stood in the corner while you sat on Namjoon’s previous position on the sofa.

“Okay, Rap Mon, lie on Y/N’s lap.” The director yelled, Namjoon stopping mid way as he was about to sit on the couch. He paused and looked at you, “I’m beginning to like this idea.”

You nodded your head, a smile on your face as he laid himself on the sofa, his head and a part of his shoulders resting on your lap.

“There’s nothing much in this scene. Rap Mon, you just have to lie there and look at the camera while Jungkook you lie on the bed in the opposite direction and stare at the ceiling, and Y/N, look straight into the camera. This will be a wide shot, and it will just last a few seconds. So, let’s try getting it through in one go.” The director announced and you nodded your head.

“Rap Mon,” The cameraman called, “keep your right hand hanging, let it touch the floor, like you were unconscious.” Namjoon obeyed and let his hand slide down, it almost brushing you bare leg.

“Jungkook, you have your lollipop, don’t you?” The director questioned and Jungkook raised his hand in the air that held the lollipop. With a nod, the camera man spoke again, “Switch on the machine. It takes time for the smoke to accumulate.” A staff ran into the set and switched on a machine that was beside the sofa, next to you.

In ten minutes, the smoke had gotten thick, “I could get used to this.” Namjoon mumbled, as he adjusted his head a little against your velvet skirt. You chuckled, running your fingers loosely through his hair.

‘Okay, ready-’ The cameraman shouted and you looked at the camera, your right hand on the arm of of the sofa and your other on the cushion between the sofa and Namjoon’s waist.

The shot was taken for at least a minute before a familiar “Cut!” sounded, making Namjoon sit up.

“Okay, Y/N, we’ll call you out again after at least an hour. The boys have the dance scenes to shoot.” You nodded and walked towards your green room. The moment you were about to sit, Namjoon walked into your room, startling you a little.


He cupped your face and kissed you, his lips moving softly against yours, before pulling away and resting his forehead against your forehead, “Thank you, Y/N. This will be the best music video ever and I know it. Thank you for helping us.”

“It’s always a pleasure. After all, you are my favorite band.” You giggled, pressing your lips to the tip of his nose.

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Train to Busan - pt.3

Genre: Romance, angst, horror, zombie.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Strong language, detailed descriptions of deaths, description of dead bodies.  probably more stuff too.

Part: Part 1 part 2 part 3

videos: Trailer 1/  Trailer 2

Summary: At a time when the living and the Dead fight to establish dominance, a horror-struck girl and 7 destroyed boys cross paths as they attempt to flee towards safety. Little did they know that the journey had many surprises in store for them.

A/N: I’m finally done with this.

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aaaah your little pirates 'verse is so perfect!! is it possible to write a fic when har, res, and beth walk in on emma and killian doing.......y'know.... ;)?

Thank you for the compliments darling. I’m so glad you enjoy my little series and for being so patient while I worked on this and got my life back together. As a reward, I give you 3,700+ of mildly rated M goodness involving Killian and Emma being interrupted by little pirates while pursuing more enjoyable activities. Not entirely smut, because I’m rusty in regards to my adultish writing, but definitely a bit naughty. (thanks again @welllpthisishappening for reading bits of this and giving me feedback. You are my compass and I am lost without you.) Available on AO3 here: [LINK]

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Finally - Nyx Ulric

So, I rented Kingsglaive on Amazon and within the 48 hours I had to watch it, I watched the movie three fucking times. Let me tell you that I have some major Nyx Ulric feels after that movie. The movie was gorgeous and I was really impressed with the animation and how it was put together. Nyx was pretty awesome and I’m sad that there isn’t a lot of fanfic about him out there. Let me know of any you recommend. For now, this is my addition.

Holy shit what have I just done?

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Drabble #3 - Yoongi

Word count: 1,100.
Genre: Idolverse, dealing with depression.

I just wantes to cuddle Yoongi okay :,)

You can see the pressure rising on Yoongi’s shoulders like visible weights.

It sounds weird when you vocalize it, like you can see the ghosts hovering over him, whispering all his wrong doing in his ears. Of course, you know he logically knows there’s no real wrong doing and that he’s doing the best he can, but when you’re told the same thing enough times you’ll begin to believe it.

And when the weight on his shoulders grows, Yoongi believes it.

You can see it on him in the form of dark circles beneath his eyes, how his texts become a little lifeless, and the phone calls you share number down. It even comes in the same of tightness around the muscles of his smile.

You watch it, and most of the time you feel helpless. You bring him three meals a day straight to the studio, even if your schedule is insane and your studies take you into many white nights. All the trouble is worth it when you remember that if you won’t do it, your beloved boyfriend will probably not feed at all.

You make an effort to be a constant light in his life, and when he turns blue you try even harder. Even if your day went horrible and you feel like curling into a tight ball and crying – if you came in contact with a burdened Yoongi you were forced to be sunshine.

The problem was, BTS were growing so fast, and Yoongi’s weights doubled. Now the entire world was curious about them, it wasn’t just Korea, just Asia, it was the world. You understood why Yoongi felt like he had to deliver more, stronger, faster, you understood why he became so hollow without the warning you were used to receiving before.

It just dropped on you on a bright day.

You could see in his texts and all the calls he failed to answer, something dropped on him. Asking him what it was is absolutely useless when he reaches this point, the only thing you can do is act.

You picked up dinner from that one place Yoongi really liked, deciding that entering this with the big guns ready and loaded will be the best way to go. You also walked the extra mile and bought scented candles that Yoongi one complimented you on – maybe a nice smell in his studio will help.

Yoongi was in deep when you finally stepped into his studio. His shoulders was pulled up, fist beating his table softly like a metronome – an action he only did when he was overly pissed at the song not being what he wanted it to be.

You moved slowly, first touching his shoulder. On a normal day you’d grab his headphones right away to pull them from his ears and have his entire attention set on you without a second thought. Now you knew you couldn’t, not when he’d snap and bring all his ugly feelings out in the rawest way he possibly can. In the beginning of your relationship you made that mistake a lot, and he always felt like shit afterwards – because he knew he was being shit towards you.

Yoongi’s hands rose and he let the headset drop around his neck. You gave him a few seconds and when he didn’t turn to look at you, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed the crown of his head. “How are you, babe?”


“Never,” You replied immediately, moving one hand to turn his chair around. He helped you with his feet, but the movements of his body was heavy and you could spot the depression building from behind them. “Can I trouble you long enough to eat?”

Yoongi looked at you, his palms pressing hot against the thin fabric of your shirt. “Anything for you.”

You nod and break apart from him, preparing the meal you brought for the both of you. Yoongi set aside his tools, clearing enough space for the both of you. Usually it takes him longer to set his work aside. You eyed him the entire time you were eating, how his eyes were closing and his movements became more sluggish.


He looked at you, the hand he wasn’t using for his chopsticks present on your thigh as he ate. You covered his hand with the both of yours, bringing it up to press a chaste kiss to it. “Can you give me a bit more time?”

Yoongi laid his chopsticks down, resting his cheek against his hand. His eyes were tired, but he managed one only slightly tense smile at you, “What for?”

“A nap.” Yoongi only blinked in a response, so you allowed yourself to continue, “I have an idea that I want to try out, see how it affects you.”

“Only because I’m curious,” Yoongi pulled up, leaving the mess of your dinner behind him as he made his way to the couch. He bought a bigger one a few months ago, just because you both need space to sleep now.

Yoongi threw himself down on his back, his arm spread off of the couch for you to fit on.

That wasn’t the plan, though.

“Yoon,” He barely managed to open his eyes to look at you as you grabbed his arm. “Scoot to the end.”

He frowned but did as you asked. You quickly climbed behind him, pushing your arm beneath his head. Yoongi remained still, feeling you settling with your entire body pressing against his back. “Why am I the little spoon?”

You chuckled, wrapping an arm around his waist to pull him closer. “Because it always feels so protecting and comforting when I’m the little spoon. I’m hoping it’ll help you sleep.”

His head nodded, but Yoongi chose not to say anything. You could feel his head becoming heavier on your arm, like that’s exactly what his body waited for to shut itself down. You used the arm around his waist to draw patterns on his stomach, feeling him huff air out before he pressed his butt back against you.

Yoongi always looked so small next to his members but you were still smaller then him. Your knees didn’t reach the backs of his own, and you wondered if being like this even meant anything when you can’t reach everywhere. Yoongi’s breathing became slower and deeper with each breathe he took, showing you just how affective you were being.

Yoongi might get some dark clouds sometimes, and it was your job to be the sunshine that breaks through. That’s just how it’s meant to be.

anonymous asked:


~blink~ WELL OKAY, THEN, HERE YOU GO! lol.

Originally posted by nerd-girl-642

[I had 15ish minutes to write this & I’m listening to West Side Story so… sorry..]
[TW: DRUG USE, Ecstasy pills, Sorry guys- DON’T DO DRUGS]

“He’s sooooooo handsome, though.”

You lolled out your tongue, let out a sharp gagging noise. “He’s nothin’, new subject-” Perhaps you had come out to the party with him and Natalia, but that didn’t mean you wanted to spend the evening chatting about him with your new friends.

Ne~Va~Da…” She sighed dreamily, rest her cheek against the cup in her hand. “Who needs a Maria when you can pray for a Nevada?”

“You all are so high,” you rolled eyes, crossed arms, went to tapping a toe. “You’re killin’ my buzz, I need to get more-”

Immediately, the two of them began to giggle, and they burst into an impromptu karaoke; “Say it soooft and it’s almost like praying-

“Oohooohooo-” The other rocked her hips, “I’ll neeeverrrr stop sayin’…

On cue, the both of them, while doing all they could to keep from drooling at the thought: “Neee Vaaaaa Daaaaaaa~

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Wings [Part 30] || Taehyung


Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre - Fantasy, Fallen Angel! AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Summary - With Yoongi meeting the guest, you took it upon yourself to take care of wounded Taehyung - who seemed to remain unresponsive to your heart-felt words as you poured them out, clutching onto his hand. When his unresponsiveness began to weight on you, you decide to leave, feeling that perhaps you’d been too late.

But then you’re corrected in the most gentle way possible.

Prologue ; Part 29

Jungkook offered to come with you to look after Taehyung but you denied, ‘It’s okay, Kook. You go down and help them.’ He gave you an unsure look before turning away in defeat and walking down the stairs.

You made your way to the room where Taehyung was, the door wide open already. Walking in, you shut the door behind you… but you didn’t move - further away or closer to him. You were rooted there, watching him, your heart rapidly beating in your chest.

What if you did something to him if you went closer? What if you’d somehow lose control of yourself again? There were so many what ifs in your mind, all of them dominating your thoughts that you began to think it was even clouding your vision.

You shook your head - no, you had to take care of him. You wouldn’t let anything happen. He was hurt already. You’d only try your best to take care of him. After all, you owed him so much.

But the doubts remained.

Nevertheless, you went to him and sat on the bed just beside him, looking down at his now skinny figure.

His face looked paler than Yoongi’s - and that was saying something - deprived of all color and blood. One movement of your fingers against his cheek told you how weak he was. His cheeks were hollow, with barely any life left in his body. Tears pricked at your eyes as you kept watching him; you wondered if you were a tad too late. You wondered if you were the root cause of all of this chaos.

Yes. Yes, of course you were. And it had all begun that night when you said something so stupid - so dumb, that it had almost cost his life.

At the same time, Yoongi had his eyes narrowed at the guest, who’s name he unmistakably recollected as the one who was supposed to be going to Kronell.

'Jimin,’ Yoongi whispered, tilting his head back a little so Jimin could hear him, 'Go back inside and tell Namjoon - and only Namjoon - that Hoseok is here.’ And Jimin complied to the demand without any complaint, his legs carrying him swiftly into the manor. 

Yoongi made sure Jimin was back inside safely before turning back to Hoseok.
'I believe our father has sent you. What is it that you need?’ Yoongi could understand by Hoseok’s body language that he himself didn’t know exactly who or what he was looking for. Like always, people like him were sent, without any clue, whatsoever, about what they had to find. Yoongi’s father was always like that - He was the fishing rod and these clueless (mostly innocent) people were the bait hung on the hook.

'Um…’ His voice came out unsure and hoarse, his head turning left to right, avoiding Yoongi’s gaze, 'I was sent to get Kim- I mean, Y/N. Is she here?' 

Yoongi raised a humorous eyebrow at his question. He wondered for a second if he’d gotten the wrong person sent to Kronell. But, of course, he knew at the same time Hoseok was doing a damn good job. A smirk lifted one of the corners of Yoongi’s chapped lips.

'No, she isn’t. You should go back and tell father that.’ Yoongi took another step closer towards the gate - the closest he could get to him, for now.

If not for the circumstances, Yoongi would have patted Hoseok on the back.

You were talking to Taehyung, who wasn’t even hearing a word you were saying. Yet you yapped on, like you two were back at the café, exchanging flirtatious smiles and subtle compliments with each other. You missed those times, and your heart ached to bring those moments back again. Your voice lowered, your eyes glazing over his body. You reached for his hand that rested on his chest.

Maybe you did feel just like how he wanted you to feel about him. But why now, when he was barely alive? 

'I’m sorry, Taehyung…’ Your voice cracked, and your grip on his hand got tighter. Your thumb rubbed soothingly on the back of his palm as strings of apologies and words you wished to tell him flowed out of your mouth. You knew you were a coward. And a complete idiot for not taking notice of Taehyung’s life that was on the line.

'I- I do like you Tae. I really do like you. I can’t imagine you leaving me…so please, Taehyung, don’t.’ You whispered, looking away from his face, your free hand reaching to wipe the tears that stained your cheek. You felt sobs getting ready to tear through your throat and rack your body. And you possibly couldn’t break down in front of him. Unconscious or not, you just couldn’t. You were vulnerable enough - and so was he.

You stood up, ready to leave the room, because not watching him slipping away from you would be a much better option if you didn’t want to break down completely.
You gave his hand one last squeeze before letting it go - his hand fell lifelessly onto the mattress, bouncing slightly before settling by his side. You sighed, and sloppily trudged to the door.

Turning the knob, you were beginning to open the door when you heard a hoarse voice, 'Y/N…’
You turned around. You could’ve sworn you’d heard your name. You looked around again before your eyes fell on the sight of Taehyung’s hand moving lazily to his torso.

’T-Taehyung?’ You took small, unsure strides towards him, your brows furrowed. You noticed his head lull to one side, and you gasped, ’Taehyung!’ You broke into a sprint, climbing onto the bed with vigor and grabbed his hand that laid on his chest. Your other hand cupped his cheek and you stared at him curiously, cautiously…patiently.

'Y/N.’ He groaned again, and this time it was crystal clear. Your eyes widened with anticipation and realization: Taehyung was waking up.
You saw his eyes fluttering, them struggling to open. You noticed his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he continuously gulped. Figuring he was parched, you reached for the glass of water that stood on the bedside table and brought it up to his torn lips.

Your other hand held the back of his head and inclined it, 'Tae, drink some water.’ Your hand was shaking as you touched the glass to his cracked lips and he opened them, his hand resting on yours as you held onto the glass. You let him drink the fluid sip by sip, before he patted your hand gently. Moving the glass away, your thumb wiped over the water that was dripping down his chin.

'Do you want to sit up?’ You asked him softly, and he nodded. Your hand still supporting his head up, you moved the pillow and rested it on the head board of the bed before helping him lean his back against it. In the process, you got closer to face, as you adjusted his hair and shirt, that seemed to be stained and dried with blood. Making a mental note of cleaning that up, your shaking hands made his hair again, moving the bangs away from his face so he could see clearly.

'Tae, you need to-’

Y/N.’ He purred breathily, his eyes now partially open, but you could feel the intensity of his stare through his half lidded eyes. You looked down at him, and your eyes made a swift exchange between his lips and eyes. Taehyung, being the cocky person he is, smirked, the corner of his lip tugging upwards lazily as he noticed your second long gaze. 

His hand came up to your face, resting lightly over your cheek that was wet with tears, and caressed the skin gently. His long, slender fingers traveled into your hair and held a gentle fistful of it. You felt him beckoning your head towards his, and you obliged hesitantly.

'Come here,’ he growled softly, as he tugged at your hair again and you leaned in further, and within seconds, your lips collided with his. As he claimed your mouth, you felt the familiar wings of the butterflies in your stomach coming back to life.
He kissed you slowly, and even in his condition, he managed to melt you in the kiss, your hand resting on his chest to support your body weight. 

He pulled away and pecked the corner of your lips, his own lingering there for a second longer, before he whispered onto your skin, it partially brushing against your lips, 'Took you long enough.’

[Part 31 on Thursday]

Someone Else

This is part of my Drabble Game and is written for the wonderful @lady-kaaesien

Prompts: “But I’m not her! I never will be!”


Imagine looking and acting a lot like Thranduil’s wife and when you are captured alongside the Company, he is taken aback because of the similarities between you and his wife, the elves who captured you also being taken aback.

It was an odd thing. An elf travelling with a group of dwarves and a small being called a hobbit. But there you were, walking among the rows, between guards of your own kind. Thorin walked before you with Dwalin at his side and to your elbow walked Balin, plaintive and silent as the rest followed in your rear. Footsteps dusted across twigs as grumbled curses sounded around you and you heard the king whisper about his missing thief.

“Do you think Bilbo will find us?” You asked Balin quietly as your thoughts were returned to the odd hobbit, “Perhaps, he is not able to.”

“Do not talk so, dear,” Balin touched your arm softly, “It will do us no…good,” He paused as his eyes fell past you, lingering and shading with confusion, “We are best to worry about ourselves.”

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