i'll put you in a blanket

101 fluffy prompts
  • 001: "You're really soft."
  • 002: "You smell nice."
  • 003: "I'm here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses."
  • 004: "Is it possible to love too much?"
  • 005: "I don't wanna get up-- you're comfy."
  • 006: "I will always be there protect you."
  • 007: "I'm cold. Come closer."
  • 008: "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
  • 009: "The stars look especially lovely tonight."
  • 010: "I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before."
  • 011: "May I have this dance?"
  • 012: "I can't stop thinking about you."
  • 013: "You'll never feel alone with me by your side."
  • 014: "Let's get to know each other over dinner."
  • 015: "All I want is you."
  • 016: "I could never leave you, I love you too much!"
  • 017: "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face."
  • 018: "I want to hear you sing."
  • 019: "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you."
  • 020: "You look incredible in that."
  • 021: "He/She's quite stunning, isn't he/she?"
  • 022: "Sometimes I just can't control myself when around you."
  • 023: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"
  • 024: "I think I'm in love."
  • 025: "I’d like it if you stayed.
  • 026: "People are jerks, but not you."
  • 027: "I'll share the blankets with you."
  • 028: "I have never felt this way about anyone."
  • 029: "I want this to never end..."
  • 030: "Can I kiss you?"
  • 031: "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks."
  • 032: "Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death."
  • 033: "Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?"
  • 034: "You can put your cold feet on me."
  • 035: "Your stray red item turned my whites pink."
  • 036: "A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you."
  • 037: "There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight."
  • 038: "Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud."
  • 039: "I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on."
  • 040: "Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer."
  • 041: "You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar."
  • 042: "My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on"
  • 043: "We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches."
  • 045: "We’re watching Toy Story 3 and we can’t stop crying."
  • 046: "I caught the bouquet"
  • 047: "My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them."
  • 048: "We accidentally got married in Vegas oops"
  • 049: "I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding."
  • 050: "I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to whole proposing thing."
  • 051: "I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me? "
  • 052: "If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life."
  • 053: "Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife? "
  • 054: "May I have this dance, wife/husband? "
  • 055: "You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so happy I can finally call you my wife/husband."
  • 056: "I jokingly told you that the only way I’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and I’m kind of charmed."
  • 057: "This is probably a bad time, but marry me?"
  • 058: "We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. "
  • 059: "Your ‘miracle hangover cure’ couldn’t possibly beat mine."
  • 060: "I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?"
  • 061: "I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary, but everything that could go wrong, did go wrong."
  • 062: "I beat you at Mario Kart and now you're banishing me to the couch for the night?”
  • 063: "I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO?"
  • 064: "I know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays."
  • 065: "Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it's okay?"
  • 066: "We’re arguing over book versus movie."
  • 067: "I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’"
  • 068: "We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."
  • 069: "You had a business trip and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?"
  • 070: "We both have nowhere else to be so we get to spend our rare day off at home."
  • 071: "I bet it’s a girl/boy."
  • 072: "Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant? "
  • 073: "I thought I was pregnant but the test must have been wrong. I’m not. "
  • 074: "You’re lucky I’m pregnant!"
  • 075: "Can you help me up, your child is pretty heavy."
  • 076: "I could really use a foot rub right now."
  • 077: "Your dad is really excited to meet you soon, it’s driving me crazy."
  • 078: "Do you wanna know the sex of the baby?"
  • 079: "The baby’s kicks are keeping me up at night."
  • 080: "Did you feel that?"
  • 081: "I can’t fit into my favorite dress anymore. "
  • 083: "I can’t be pregnant… or….OH MY GOD! "
  • 084: "I think you might be pregnant.”
  • 085: "It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear."
  • 086: "I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes."
  • 087: "Sh…they’re asleep."
  • 088: "I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint."
  • 089: "Mondays are your diaper days."
  • 090: "Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me."
  • 091: "Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache."
  • 092: "Are you sure you don’t want me to drop them off myself? I don’t think you could handle seeing them off alone."
  • 093: "I told you we should have just gotten that German Shepherd puppy."
  • 094: "What do you think for their punishment? Grounding? No video games? No going out for a week?"
  • 095: "Mm…your kid before five in the morning."
  • 096: "Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?"
  • 097: "So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?"
  • 098: "I think we should have another."
  • 099: "Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?"
  • 100: "Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed."
  • 101: "…They just grow up so fast."

anonymous asked:

Saitama not taking "My Cyborg body does not require" for anything. Its cold out? He will bundle Genos up in so much winter clothing he can't put his arms down. Hot outside? He will make sure theirs plenty of Genos' favorite strawberry and chocolate swirl ice cream and Blue Raspberry flavored popsicles to to eat and cool down. He makes sure Genos also eats three HOMECOOKED meals a day and makes sure he sleeps enough, he'll even bundle Genos up in blankets on chilly nights.

He still requires a home and a family to share it with………////////////

INTP trying to help INFP
  • INTP is staying at INFP's house
  • INFP: *gets text from another best friend* *looks concerned*
  • INTP: What's up?
  • INFP: *voice breaking* She's really mad at me! *starts crying*
  • INTP: *worried and unsure what to do* ummm... Don't cry!
  • INTP: *starts running around frantically* Here's a blanket! *puts blanket on INFP*
  • INFP: *crying harder*
  • INTP: Ah! No, no! Don't cry! Let's put in a Disney movie. *puts Tangled in TV*
  • INFP: *still crying*
  • INTP: I'll make some popcorn! *knows how much INFP loves popcorn* The good kind! I brought some from home.
  • INFP: *nods and continues crying*
  • ----A couple minutes later----
  • INTP: *brings in bowl of popcorn*
  • INFP: *is crying less*
  • INTP: * gives INFP the popcorn and a hug*
  • INFP: ...Thank you.
  • INTP: hm? What for?
  • INFP: Helping me. I know it's hard.
  • INTP: You're welcome.
  • INFP: *stops crying*
  • INTP: *continues watching movie*
  • INTP: That was stressful.
  • INFP: *laughing*

Alright, so in City of Heavenly Fire, since Jace has his magic fire powers he and Clary can’t do anything because he’s afraid of hurting her. I wonder if during that time, Jace is probably really horny, he shrugs thinking “What could possibly go wrong?” and then starts masturbating.

Then the sheets and blankets are on fire and all you hear is:

“Alec! My bedding is on fire!”

“How’d you do that?”

“…I don’t want to talk about it, it’s been really lonely without Clary—JUST HELP ME PUT THIS OUT!”

“By the Angel…”

i never wanted it like this. i never wanted to bleed for it, all sparkling-water blood on glass and bandages that never hid anything; i never wanted you to feel like a knife, like a timebomb, tick-tick-ticking until you shivered into pieces on the carpet of my bedroom. where did all the bright places go? bright boy: bright smiles, bright mind, bright laugh like a clear lake on a summer day. now all i see is the dark. and i am afraid for you.

boy, you will eclipse without me – know it, drink it in like nectar, like a curse. if you walk away, if you pull the trigger of this gun and call it fate, you will fade and fade until there is nothing left standing in your shoes but an ache. put down the pistol – wave your white flag, kiss me and call me yours. to do anything else is to fall into dark.

and know that you are never far from me – i keep you locked in my knuckles, fastened around my neck on a chain, wrapped around my ribcage like a blanket. your choice is whether to come full into the light or extinguish all but your best.

i am here, and i am waiting.

- eclipse boy // abby, day 309 // prompt for anon

Winter Sun
By Organization for Transformative Works

Pairing: Aone Takanobu/Hinata Shouyou
Rating: T+
Word Count: 2332

He wanted to express so many things to Hinata—how much he cared for him, how happy he was that they decided to move in together, how much he appreciated him making breakfast so Aone could sleep in a little longer. How it warmed his heart that he tucked him in, how he didn’t actually mind that he stole the blankets in his sleep.

It had started so simply, their friendship.

One game of volleyball then an exchanging of numbers. A few chance meetings, a few more planned meetings.

It had all led to this.

(written for @k0zumes as part of the @hqrarepairexchange)
(beta’d by the wonderful @gameminusuniverse)

He reached an arm out, just to be sure, touching the space next to him. The sheets just barely held a bit of warmth still, the blankets from Hinata’s side of the bed pushed away and tucked around him. He stretched with a soft groan before rolling over and putting his feet on the floor.


He scrunched his toes against the icy feeling, but stood anyway.

Out in the kitchen, he could hear music playing and Hinata’s voice singing along tunelessly. Aone closed his eyes, a small smile pulling at the edges of his lips, just listening for a few moments.

Dutchie Fighting
  • CRUTCHIE: I guess I'll give him The silent treatment
  • DAVEY: * Cuts himself shaving* Ow!
  • CRUTCHIE: *Hurries into washroom * oh my God Davey are you okay? Is it bad? Do you need help?
  • -
  • DAVEY: I am very mad at you so you'll have to sleep on the other side of the bed
  • *Sees Crutchie looks a little cold in his sleep*
  • *Piles all the blankets on him*
  • -
  • DAVEY: I think Crutchie is mad at me
  • KATHERINE: Oh no why?
  • DAVEY: He only hugged me like twice this morning
  • -
  • CRUTCHIE: Davey must be mad at me, he only put half as many chocolate chips in the pancakes this morning
  • -
  • DAVEY'S INNER MONOLOGUE: So you're going to go to work
  • you're going to walk out of the apartment door
  • and you are not going to kiss him
  • you are just going to say
  • 'Have a good day'
  • And then leave
  • *Gets through door*
  • *runs back inside*
  • -
  • *Using friends as a go between*
  • ELMER: Crutchie told me to tell you to take your pills.
  • KATHERINE: Davey said you might want to wear gloves because he went out to get the mail and it was cold.
Fifteen Fluffy One-Liners
  • 1. "Will you cuddle with me?"
  • 2. "Can we hold hands?"
  • 3. "You're really soft."
  • 4. "You smell nice."
  • 5. "I like you. A lot."
  • 5. "Can I play with your hair?"
  • 6. "Stop making me get lost in your eyes."
  • 7. "I'll share the blankets with you."
  • 8. "I'm here for my daily hugs and kisses."
  • 9. "You're cute."
  • 10. "I wanna be your cuddle buddy."
  • 11. "Let's spend the day in bed."
  • 12. "I don't wanna get up-- you're comfy."
  • 13. "Let me love you!"
  • 14. "I'm cold. Come closer."
  • 15. "You can put your cold feet on me."
I'll Warm You Up

1,026 words

Description: Trapper is cold and grumpy, so Hawkeye uses their alone time to warm him up. Pairing: Benjamin Franklin “Hawkeye” Pierce/“Trapper” John McIntyre

The Swamp, 9:36 am, Thursday Morning

Trapper was cold and it put him in a bad mood. It was winter on the 4077th, and he couldn’t find enough warmth anywhere. At least there weren’t any wounded yet.

Trapper pouted unhappily from his spot on his bed, taking a sip of the cold coffee in his mug. He had a blanket draped over his shoulders and messy hair from a failed attempt at sleeping. It was just too damn cold for him to get any sleep.

Trapper looked up when Hawkeye entered, all bundled up with his hat and scarf and coat. He must have just gotten out of his shift in OR. Trapper groaned as he felt the gust of wind rush into the tent, practically chilling him to the bone. He shivered, wrapping the thin but soft blanket that he had around him further. It didn’t help much

“Hey Trap, you warm under there?” Hawkeye asked as he took off his coat and scarf. He found it amusing that Trapper liked to hide in his blankets. It made him look like an army drab caterpillar.

“Not warm enough,” Trapper grumbled. He placed his cup of coffee on the ground by his bed and then he wrapped the blanket the rest of the way around himself, so only his face remained visible. “I hate winter.” He mumbled into the fabric.

Hawkeye chuckled as Trapper disappeared under his covers. “Okay, that’s it. I’m coming over there to warm you up.” Hawk suddenly declared, grabbing his own blanket to wrap himself in and climbing on to Trapper’s cot. He crawled up underneath the blanket that was hiding his boyfriend. There wasn’t really enough room on the small bed for both of them, but neither of them minded much.

“Mmm, that’s better.” Trapper murmured, nestling himself closer to the warmth of Hawkeye’s body heat. Trapper ’s chest was now against Hawkeye’s back and his long arms found their way around Hawk’s waist almost effortlessly. It was clear that they had been in this position before.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Hawkeye replied with a smile. He turned himself around so that he could bury his face into the crook of Trapper’s neck. He took in a slow breath, and sighed through his nose. He loved Trapper’s subtle musky smell.

Trapper hummed in response, loving the way that Hawkeye felt nestled in his arms. The blankets wrapped around them created a little “nest” of comfort and Trap had a hard time remembering the last time he had been so comfortable.

Hawk smiled, and he couldn’t help but let his hands roam up under Trapper’s shirt, his fingers tracing lazy trails across his ribcage and stomach. The skin was very soft and warm there, and Hawkeye reveled in the feeling.

Trapper shivered, flinching away from Hawkeye’s trailing fingers. The sensation they caused raised goosebumps along Trap’s arms. “That tickles,” Trapper said with a soft chuckle and a smile.

Hawkeye’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, does it now?” Hawk asked, gently raking his fingers down Trapper’s torso in a deliberately ticklish way. He couldn’t help but grin at Trap’s reaction

Trapper let out a quiet stream of giggles, and he squirmed gently in Hawkeye’s arms. “Mmhm, hahah, it feheheels good though,” he admitted without an ounce of shame. Trapper had always been quite clear about what he liked. He was grinning fully now, his eyes crinkling at the edges and his teeth showing in a crooked display of his happiness.

“That’s so fucking cute,” Hawkeye said happily. He let his gentle hands come to rest on Trapper’s hips, giving them a playful squeeze for good measure. He was utterly delighted at the snort and bout of laughter that got him.

Trapper actually blushed when Hawkeye praised him, placing his hands over Hawk’s to block out the sensations. He laced their fingers together in an attempt to stop Hawk from tickling him anymore. “Oh shut up,” he said, clearly a bit flustered. He was still smiling though.

“But I want to hear you laugh, Trap!” Hawkeye teased playfully. Hawk decided that he didn’t need his hands after all, and he gently nipped at Trapper’s ear lobe. He began kissing a slow and ticklish trail down Trapper’s neck, which awarded him with a fresh burst of giggles.

“Thahahat’s it,” Trapper declared vaguely. He gently rolled over onto Hawkeye, effectively pinning him face up on the mattress. “I’m gonna getcha’!” Trap taunted with a grin, using his nimble fingers to seek out all of Hawkeye’s ticklish spots.

Hawkeye cackled uproariously, as was his trademark laugh. He flailed and shrieked too, but no amount of wriggling got him out of Trapper’s strong hold. Trap was built like a brick shithouse, after all.

Trapper managed to get both of Hawkeye’s wrists pinned down, and he was finally able to dig into Hawk’s belly with no mercy.

“I gihihive, I give! Hahahaha!!” Hawkeye pleaded after a few minutes. He was laughing too hard to think straight. Even though he loved it, it was getting hard to breathe.

Trapper chuckled at Hawkeye’s wild reactions, tickling him until his need for revenge subside. Once he was satisfied, he rolled off of his boyfriend and they sat in silence for a few moments while Hawkeye caught his breath.

Their eyes met a moment later, and they both grinned at each other.

“Phew, that was fun.” Hawkeye said, finally breaking the silence. Normally he would pounce back on Trapper immediately and continue the tickle fight, but he was too tired this time.

“Everythin’s fun with you,” Trapper agreed, silently drawing Hawkeye back into his arms. He let his eyes close without a word, content to just bask in this comfortable moment.

“What a sap,” Hawkeye muttered with a smile, curling up in Trapper’s arms. He let his head rest against Trap’s chest and a relaxed sigh left him.

Trapper just smiled, his arms squeezing a little more snugly around Hawkeye’s waist. Then he planted a gentle kiss on the top of his boyfriend’s head. Trapper knew that Hawk liked to get the last word in, and he was happy to let him.

Freaky shit I'll do to you if we're in a relationship 👅💦💦

-Good morning/Goodnight texts
-Ask how your day was and listen
-Pick out new Netflix shows we can watch
-Make you a playlist
-Put a blanket between my face and your bare skin when we cuddle so my beard stubble doesn’t irritate your skin
-Buy you snacks when your day sucked

"Things My Roommates Have Said" Starters
  • "That's racist, now put on the sombrero."
  • "He's an old guy with money, he's the perfect victim."
  • "Why did you replace all the pizza with booze?"
  • "Is that your naked blanket or your sleeping blanket?"
  • "I promise I'll tell you if I ever consider stealing your husband for his money."
  • "I'm in my twenties and yet I'm calling some anime high schoolers senpai, can I really be trusted to make decisions?"
  • "Hey you opened my booze! Thanks Mom!"
  • "No one wants to rob a house with dicks hanging on the walls."
  • "Let the weight of those blankets push the sadness out of your body."
  • "If you can't suck ten dicks at once then how do you expect to get away with murder?"
  • "I love my new background, just look at all the tentacles and anime tiddies!"
  • "You know what makes people do anything? Shame."
  • "This kid is gonna be so confused because she now has five moms and she calls two of them dad."
  • "Most of my ideas might be illegal, but they usually work."
  • "My mom said we're not allowed to sell drugs again."
  • "The only sex rule in the apartment is to not have sex in the kitchen, I cook there."
  • "This is family time, that means we look at dicks together."
  • "I told you that playing drunk uno would destroy friendships, I warned you and you didn't listen to me, and now you suffer."
  • "Why are all my shoes in the fridge?"
Suga x Reader smut. ‘Meet me tonight.’ Pt. 2
Anon said: Um…hi can I please have a smut scenario with Suga? My favorite color is silver. Thank you and happy new year!   Gray/silver: marriage scenario HARDCORE SMUT SCENARIO ~~~~ I AM SORRY BUT I WASN’T FEELING THE MARRIAGE VIBES BUT HARDCORE DIRTY SMUTTY SUGA VIBES BC I HAVE BEEN READING IG FANFICTION ALL DAY FORGIVE ME FOR DEMOLISHING THE SCHEME BUT I NEED TO RELIEVE MY SEXUAL FRUSTRATION IN A  SUGA FIC IN THE HOPE HE WILL STOP PUSHING MY CHIMCHIM OFF OF HIS ULTIMATE BIAS THRONE. This fic literally contains all I find frustrating about Yoongi, so don’t judge MY personal sexual fantasies plz ^///^ ~~~~

Send me the name of your bias and your favourite colour and I’ll write a smut or fluff based on it. (clarify smut, fluff or both.)



Your fingers flew over the keyboard as you retyped your text to Suga for the fifth time. Finally sighing and giving up, you just sent him a simple,

‘Hey Suga oppa, this is (y/n), from the fansign? You asked me to call or text you so we could meet up?’

You went into the bathroom, still nervously cluthcing your phone. Keeping an eye on your phone you turned on the shower and stepped in for a quick wash-up from all the fangirl sweat. A shiver ran up your spine as you could still feel Suga’s slender fingers trail over your hand, and even the hot water from your shower couldn’t burn away the sensation. The steamy water fogged up the mirrors and glass, and stuck to you stuck, making the post-adrenaline excitement harder to get rid off as you tried to wash it off to get yourself together again. You almost fell over in the shower as you heard the buzz of your phone, announcing there was a new message. Stumbling out of the shower and gliding across the room you snatched it without falling over.

'Well hello cutie! How about we meet up tonight? We could have pizza at the dorm and discuss your lyrics? I’ll send directions later, so you’ll hear from me. ;) See you tonight, princess!’

You blushed a bit at the idea of meeting Suga at his dorm, having dinner with him, in addition with the nicknames.

'Sweet God will he just stop with the pet names already?’

Giggling slightly in nervous excitement you stepped back in the shower to finish washing your hair, softly singing some BTS songs.

*Le majestic time skip*

>>I used to write Quotev stories with Polyvore outfit links so instead of describing the outfit I’m just gonna put in the Ployvore link, okay?, admin out!<<

Outfit because I’m too stupid to properly describe things.

You nervously stood in front of the door to the BTS dorm, too scared to ring the doorbell. You nervously fiddled with the hem of your sweater as you pushed down of the button and a slight buzz was heard inside the house. A few seconds passed.


A deep croaky voice came from the speaker next to be doorbell.

'Oppa? This is (y/n)? Please open the door for me~.’

Another couple of seconds passed. You suddednly saw Suga come flying down the stairs through the window in the door, his red hair flying about a bit. He opened the door with a big smile. His makeup and jewlery from the fansign earlier had been taken off , and he was left in a lazy pair of sweats and a sweater that was stretched out enough for you to drool over his milky white collarbones. His smile lit up even more as he took your arm and pulled you out from the cold before even saying anything. You stumbled a but from the sudden force applied on you and bumped against his  musky-scented chest. In a reflex his arms shot forward to wrap around you, disabling you to step back from his burning skin and strongly beating heart.

'Hey cutie~.’

His voice was a soft croaky whisper indicating he had probably been napping not too long ago. His arms still weren’t releasing you, instead he closed the door behind you and rubbed your arms to get you warm again.

'Wow, you’re freezing! Here, come inside, I’ll get you and extra sweater!’

He sat you down on the couch and came back quickly with a sweater and a blanket from what you assumed was his room. You laughed at his slightly concerned face, the heat draining from your cheeks now that you weren’t so close to him anymore.

'Suga, I’m fine, really! And thanks for asking me over.’

You put the sweater down beside you, Suga’s musky smell coming from it and tickling your nose, but you did slide under the blanket, feeling it warm your chilled legs, Suga’s smell less strong on this piece of fabric.

'Well I think it’s logical to hear the lyrics from the artists mouth, and you really caught my interest, (y/n)..’

He paused a little bit, almost suspiciously, and your breath caught in your throat for a split second, trying to taste the meaning behind his words.

'But how would you like pizza? The other members are out on the town for dinner, so I thought eating on the couch and talking would be nice.’

Your happy nodding made that beautiful pink smile spread as he ran to the kitchen to get you something to drink and to order the food.

'Is cola okay?’

His voice came from the kitchen as you picked up an envelope from the table which you recognised to be your lyrics.

'Cola is perfect, Suga!’

You smiled nervously to yourself as you flipped your letter open and skimmed through the lyrics for the 10000th time. Suga came back with two cola and a recorder stuck under his arm. He put the drinks down and flopped down next to you with the recorder.

'Okay, let’s delve right into the lyrics until the pizza guy comes. Is it okay if I record this?’

Your cheeks regained their rosy colour as you nodded. Your heart raced a bit when he pushed the button and a small red light lit up, your jaw clenching a bit. Suga seemed to notice because he reached forward and got your hand again. The warm feeling from earlier today still hadn’t left, and his fresh touch made it light up again with it’s rubbing.

'C'mon, give it a go, I wanna hear your voice.’

You slowly picked up your rapping, mentally playing the melody you had imagined with it along. You stared at a random spot in the distance concentrated, determined not to fail in front of your number 1 idol. Suga’s fingers suddenly stopped trailing the back of your hand and you looked up to see him look at you in complete awe. His eyes were clear and his mouth hung open slightly, before cathcing his bottom lip between his teeth desperately. You increased your speed a bit, seeing his teeth dig deeper in his lip. Scooting closer he kicked the blanket off of you, and you stopped rapping, his face awfully close again. He looked anywhere but your eyes, his gaze scanning over your lips, cheeks, neck.

'Tut, tut tut..’

He tapped your nose after each sound, his other hand snaking up the grab your jaw and tilt your head up a bit to bite on your lower lip. He leaned towards your ear, making his hot breath hit your neck with a moan from your side. Your heart raced ten times faster, his aura heating your body and making your fingers itch to touch him.

'Did I tell you to stop rapping?’

While you were trying to pick it up from where you stopped, Suga scooted closer again, his legs hitting yours as he kept breathing down on your neck, but not touching you. Your voice involuntarily went up in pitch as he brushed his nose along your jawline. The song ended, and a close-mouthed moan left Suga’s throat as he gripped your sides and pushed his fingers down hard.

'Damn you’re good, princess.’

His teeth found your ear violently, and you whined in surprise. His fingers rubbed circles on your torso, leaving you speechless as he left butterfly kisses along the shell of your ear.

’S-Suga, I-I.. what i-’


He hushed you sweetly, his face coming up in front of yours again. His eyes were dark, pure black orbs, staring down at you half-liddedly as he breathed on your lips. Watching you intesely he rubbed his hands down your sides and chest, palms flat.

'Tell me if you want me to stop.’

As his head went down a bit to bite on your neck, he pulled you on his lap, your hands resting against his chest. Soft moans escaped your lips as you felt his saliva slick up your neck and jaw, his lips easily gliding all over. He bit down suddenly and harder than before, drawing blood as you let out a small yelp. He suckled on the spot with a chuckle, nails digging in the naked skin under your sweater.

'You’re so talented, babydoll.’

His voice had become a whole lot lower, the arousal pulling on his vocal cords, as the sound and vibrations pulled another moan from you.

'You’re so beautiful..’

His hand came down on your ass harshly, getting another moan from you throat.

'That’s for giving me a boner under the fansign table with that rack of yours..’

He smirked evily and let his hand come down again, forcecully groping the stinging flesh.

'That’s for wearing so much clothing, that’s all gonna be torn after I’m done with you..’

He pulled your joggings down a bit and made his hand come in contact with the naked flesh of your behind.

'And that’s just because your ass is fucking amazing.’

He pulled your sweater over your head, breathing deeply at the sight of your glowing skin. He grabbed under your legs and lifted you off the couch, carrying you to his room.

'But Suga, the food..’

'Fuck the food, we’re not home.’

Your back hit his bed and you bounced back off. He climbed over you, after pulling his own sweater over his head and messing up his hair.

'I’ll be sending you to 'Hongkong’ anyway, babydoll. Let them hear your voice and have them know no one is avaible to open the door at the moment.’

He grinned over his own reference and massaged your hipbones roughly, as just then the bell rang. You fell silent from you panting and gaspy moans, but Suga teasingly, but pressurefully pushed down on where your clit should be under your sweats with the ball of his hand. An uncontrolled yelp came from your throat and you covered your mouth in embarrasment, while Suga just licked his lips, then you neck, and pushed down again, making muffled moans erupt, stealing your breath. His hands found the clasp of your bra and he immediatly pushed your skin against his burning chest, one of his hands keeping your body off the bed, the other pushing down behind you to keep you both up. You moaned as the heat clashed with your cold erect nipples, his soft skin gliding over yours as he teasingly ground down on you. The bell rung again, Suga grinding down harder.

'Why isn’t my little slut making any sound? Am I not doing a good job a pleasing you?’

His fingers found your breasts, harshly kneading them and pinching your nipple, on the edge between pain and pleasure.

'Y-you are, S-Sug-AHh~!’

A smack came down on your ass again.










His voice turned into a growl, the rumbling sending shivers down yoru spine as your nails dug along his skin and made him bleed along his back, making him hiss and chuckle sadistically. His hair stuck to his forehead, and you brushed it out of his eyes gently with a smile playing along your lips. The ell rung AGAIN, the person behind it clearly getting annoyed as he held the button down longer, making the annoying buzz last longer. Suga groaned angrily, kissed your temple, and left you with a silent.

'Don’t move, princess.’

You heard voices downstairs, then footsteps coming up again at a rapid pace, the door flung open and an irritated Suga came back in dragging a guy clutching a pizzabox along.

'See what you just interrupted, you idiot? You made my lady wait for me. Does she look like she’s supposed to wait?’

Your surprise left you unable to cover up or move really, but Suga just tore the pizza from the delivery guy’s hands, and pushed him down the stairs again. Your heard to front door slam, and Suga came back in. His chest was covered in cold sweat, his pants riding low on his hipbones. He snapped forward and slid your sweats down, leaving you in your panties alone. His hands took grasps at your thighs and trailed up and down, making your hips buck up involuntarily in need.

'Suga~! SUGa, pleaseee~’

You whined as he again, went all the way up, brushed just beside your entrance, and went back down.

'Please what, princess? What do you want from me? Tell me what you want me to do to you.’

His voice was slik with arousal and pleasure from watching you squirm. Your cheeks turned even redder, your virgin little soul found this a bit TOO embarassing.

'Suga.. Tha-that’s too embara-rassing.. I can’t-’

A firm push to your core made you shut up and moan out his name, his real name. This earned you another push down, rubbing clockwise.

'That’s it..’

He sighed as you tossed your head back.

'Call me by my name (y/n), let the neighbours know what I can do.’

His hand slid under the soaked fabric and his cold fingertips grazed over your lips, downwards. He pushed in a single finger, and you felt the cold from the single digit slowly absorb your throbbing warmth. You looked up at Suga, a groan, almost a whimper, leaving his lips. He looked up at you, staring into your eyes as he pulled out his finger and rammed it back in. Your breaths became uneven gasps, broken by your moans and yelps. Doing a come-here motion with his finger a greasy grin grew on his face, almost being able to see the pleasure shoot up your abdomen. Your eyes shut tightly as you felt an unfamiliar feeling make your walls quiver. Suga was sweaty and he moaned softly at the slick sounds coming from his rapid movements. His shoulders flexed sexily, and the tent is his pants twitched slightly as he felt you clench around his fingers. Suddenly as wave of white light made your mind go blank as pleasure shot through your body rapidly. Suga’s fingers went slower but deeper, pushing up extra hard to fully milk your orgasm out. He soothingly rubbed you down and got up to hungrily kiss your plump lips. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and stucked violently making a sloppy noise erupt. His pink tongue trailed down his hand, lapping all up, grazing over the veins on his wrist. A bit of your juices had dripped down beyond reach of his glistening tongue, and without thinking about it you leaned up to trail your tongue over his arm. His gaze was intense, as you let out a slightly surprised moan at the not-unpleasant taste filling you mouth.

'You’re such a dirty little girl, (y/n). So innocent..’

He pushed your panties fully off your legs, and kicked his sweats and underwear off too.

'But yet so hungry for more..’

He brushed his hand over yours, sending goosebumps over your skin. You started at his dick, fascinated because it looked nothing like you had expected it to. It was a rather pleasant surprise actually. You reached forward and gently let you fingers bounce against it. He chuckled.

'You don’t need to be so gentle with it, you know? I’m used to quite a bit.’

You slowly grazed your nails down the underside, making sure not to do it too hard regardless. His head hung forward and he groaned in pleasure. You watched him every move, fascinated by how he moved, observing what was good and what wasn’t. The burning of his tender skin under your fingers was deliciously addictive, and the way it moved as you pulled up and down was almost as addictive. Suga pushed you down gently, pulling a blueberry purple wrapper from his nightstand, making the muscles in his torso roll and shine from the sweat on them. He handed you the condom, throwing the wrapper to the side.

'Try it, you seem to like what you’re doing.’

He put you in such a dominant position, yet he smirked and leaned back a bit as you rolled the sweet-scented condom down his dick, giggling at the semi-opague purple colour that now covered his business. He pushed you back down again, and pushed one of your legs more to the side than the other, leaning forward to gently let you feel him against you. He breathed in to brace yourself from the upcoming filling, but when that didn’t come you looked up at Suga questioningly.

'Oppa? What’s wrong?’

'Tell me when I’m going too hard, I’m used to being rough..’

His voice was croaky and deep, and his cheeks slightly red as you nodded and he pushed in all the way. He rubbed your lower stomach to soothe you, but it was more surprise to this alien feeling than pain that stole your breath away. You bucked down, begging Suga to thrust again. He did, a bit hesitantly, but the shameless moan that erupted from you encouraged him to pick up his speed. He aimed up a bit, slamming into your g-spot, making you gasp and whine. Even though his pace picked up, and the sloppy smacking sounds filled the room, you didn’t ask him to slow down. You didn’t want him to slow down, the pleasure too large to allow thoughts of stopping into your mind. All that was left was Suga. Suga and his beautiful sweaty red hair, his milky white toned body, his wet pink lips and tongue trailing all over your chest and neck as his slender, popping-veined hands found your clit and nipples to pinch at. The same pleasure shut up your walls, but was intesified by the beautiful sounds Suga let out at the feeling of you around him. He varied between deep groans and loud yelps and screams when you tightened. He pulled your chest up to meet his again, his heart beating rapidly against your chest. His lips absorbed your moans and screams of his name, his hands smoothing over your back. With one final snap of his hips your screamed against his lips loudly and flung your head back in pure pleasure. A  couple of thrusts later Suga groaned deeply against the nipple he had been nipping on, as he released in the condom. He kissed your neck until you had calmed down, and pecked your lips laying you down. He got up.

'Wait here, princess, be right back.’

He stumbled out of the room, his legs a bit weak, but flexing beautifully. A couple of minutes later he came back in.

'Pizza is in the microwave.’

His grin was cheeky and loving, as he slid himself and you under the covers to stay warm. He brushed his fingers through your hair and kissed your temple, plastering a smile on your face as you intertwined fingers.

'You are so talented, (y/n), you should help me write MY lyrics!’

You giggled and blushed at the compliment.

'C'mon, I’m not THAT good!’

He pulled your closer, skin rubbing over yours again, and his hand trailing patterns on yoru hip.

'Yes you are, because I’m 100% sure that my girlfriend is the best rapper I have come across.’

The beeping of the microwave mixed with his chuckle and your surprised laugh as you hit him in the arm and kissed his cheek.

Seems that dreams DO come true, aye?




summary of Twice at ISAC:

1. Sana flirted with female idols (aka all of Gfriend but especially Eunha I mean who wouldn’t, Girl’s Day Hyeri, and the list goes on and on…)

2. Nayeon finally had her own Oh My Girl fanmeeting 

3. sick Momo napped and was a dork (with a blanket but also without)

4. Chaeyoung was the fastest but they put Jihyo last during the group relay?

5. Mina cried because she made a couple, as in literally only 2, mistakes and the members cried with her. Mina turned to smile at Once then turned around and cried again. Later, she came back smiling though (Momo was hugging her ofc)

5SOS Preference #26: Sick
  • Luke Hemmings: "Shit." I mutter as I close my eyes, staying still the best that I can and hoping that this nausea spell ends soon. "Hey, you alright?" Luke asks next to me, gently grabbing my hand. I don't answer. I start to focus on my steady breathing. His thumb rubs the back of my thumb as I battle my way through the nausea. I sigh shakily in relief as it passes over and open my eyes slowly. "All is good, now?" Luke asks with a small smile. I give him a small nod and then move closer to him slowly. He puts an arm around me as I rest my head down on his shoulder gently. "I hate this feeling." I whine and Luke chuckles a bit before kissing my head. "I know, baby. I know." He whispers against my head. "Make it go away." I whisper with tears, my voice cracking. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I wish I could take this away from you," Luke says softly, rubbing my arm in a calming way. "Close your eyes, sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up, alright? Get some sleep."
  • Michael Clifford: "This is fucking terrible." Michael moans before he starts to bark like a dog. I frown while walking through the bedroom door with a cup of water and soup. His cough is absolutely horrendous and he looks miserable. "Hey, hey sit up." I say in between coughs after setting the warm soup and water on the night stand. I help him sit up on the bed and he coughs even harder. His poor lungs. My poor baby. I sit beside him as he coughs in his arm, feeling sorry for him. After his coughing fit, he lets out a raspy sigh. His face is beet red. "Here." I whisper, grabbing the cup and handing it to him. He takes it and sips gently. I press my lips against his forehead to feel his temperature. Very hot. "Come s-snuggle me, please?" Michael asks gently, shivering. I nod my head before walking over to my side of the bed. I get under the covers with him and he immediately rests his head on my chest with an arm around my waist. I place my arm around him and hold him close as he shivers himself to sleep.
  • Calum Hood: "No, no, no." I mumble while throwing the covers off of me and running to the bathroom. Luckily I made it to the toilet and not ruining the floor. I kneel on my knees and vomit into the toilet while holding my hair up with my hand. I never open my eyes. "I got it." I hear Calum whisper as he grabs my hair for me. I grasp the side of the toilet as the contents leave my stomach. "That's it. Let it all out, baby." He coos behind me. After I finish, I put the toilet lid down and flush. Calum let's go of my hair and grabs a wash cloth under the sink. I sit on my bum and rest against the wall, defeated. He soaks the cloth in water before handing it to me. I place it behind my neck and rest it there. He takes a seat by me and sighs. "Just what I needed." I whisper gently with a laugh. He smiles at me and holds out a hair tie for me. I grab it and then tie my hair up. "This sucks." I say, grabbing my stomach as it starts to grumble. "Just relax. This shit happens all the time." Calum says softly. "Yeah but I don't need this right now." I admit. "I know you don't," He admits, rubbing my arm. "But you won't go through it alone, darling. I'll be here to help."
  • Ashton Irwin: "Come lay with me." Ashton says, reaching out for me. "Ash, baby, don't speak." I say, coming to lay beside him. I put the blankets over us and he pulls me towards him. "But I hate not talking to you." He whispers again. "Ashton, I mean it. You need to be healthy for tour." I warn against his chest. I feel him nod against my head and he kisses my hair. "You feeling okay? Your throat alright?" I ask as he begins to rub my back. He nods and sighs. "Good." I say and kiss his chest. "I miss your lips." He mumbles and I groan. "What did I tell you?" I ask with a laugh. I can feel him smile. "It's the truth." Ashton admits quietly. I sigh in defeat, knowing that he'll never listen to me. "I can't kiss you because I don't want to get sick, babe. You know that." I whisper, my hand rubbing his hip bone. He nods and sighs. "I'm sorry." I say in a small voice. He nods and pulls me closer to him. "Don't I at least get a peck?" He asks gently in a raspy voice. I laugh before pulling away from him and kissing his cheek. Ashton's face turns red. "Now rest, or no more kisses for you." I demand jokingly with a smile.

angie martinelli [puts blanket over head] didn’t know why the federal agents were following peggy but [falls on bed] she hid peggy anyway [rolls off bed on floor], angie martinelli even lied to them for peggy [ melts into floor, becomes one with floor] anD on TOP OF TH AT [ tries not to cry] diDN’ TEVN pressure pEGgy into teLLING her whAT HAPPENED [cries a lot] angie martinelli
[ uncontrollable sobbing]

  • *Saitama lays on the couch as Ryu runs in and hops up onto him*
  • Ryu: Come on, Papa! Let's fight!
  • Saitama: *Yawns* right now?
  • Ryu: Yes! *starts swinging as his fists pat against Saitama's hands*
  • Saitama: How about we fight later, I'm kind of tired *keeps his hands up as Ryu keeps punching*
  • Ryu: No, let's fight now.
  • Saitama: well, looks like I'll have to put you in the sleeper hold then
  • Ryu: what-AH! *tries to escape as Saitama puts his large arms around the little bot in a tight hug* No! No sleeping!
  • Saitama: Yes sleeping *continues to hold the struggling Ryu*
  • Ryu: fighting! No sleeping!
  • Saitama: *yawns again* yes sleep
  • Ryu: *yawns and slows his struggling* noooo
  • *Genos walks into the living room and smiles while shaking his head, finding Saitama and Ryu sleeping on the couch*
  • Genos: I always thought the sleeper hold was only supposed to put the opponent to sleep *covers the two up with a blanket and sets a gentle kiss on each of their heads before returning to housework.*