#this episode aired five years ago and I never realized that as damon was gazing at elena #he brought his hand up to stroke her face #and he gently touched her face with his index finger as she fell asleep #and she had to have been awake to feel it since she had just closed her eyes
BTS Reaction to: When You Call Them Daddy for the First Time (M)
Author’s Note: As I finish up a request, here’s something to keep y’all occupied.
seokjin: Jin had always been vanilla, with a few hints of dominance coming out here and there.
But one day, when he moved your legs up to his shoulders, and he was able to hit that one spot you both know you love so much, “Daddy!” was all that could escape your lips.
His powerful thrusts subsided, and he looked down at you with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.
Before you knew it, he pulled out, flipped your position, and had your ass pressed against his stiff erection.
He slammed into you in one stroke, silencing your calls. He didn’t even give you time to adjust, for he already set a fast pace.
“Baby girl, you know that’s not my name…”
yoongi: Yoongi’s tongue was a gift from God, for it always made you feel so good, especially when it was pressed against your core. his tongue had you at a loss for words or, at other times, saying too much. This time happened to be the latter.
Here he was again, bringing you to your second orgasm with just his tongue. Your brain was shut off temporarily.
“I can’t take anymore, D-Daddy-”
You hands flew to your mouth quickly. Oh God, you wished Yoongi hadn’t heard your slip up. He already thought you were weird. Maybe your whine was, for it was fogged with pleasure.
But Yoongi understood you all too well, because eyes darkened with what seemed like lust. He only dipped down once more, his tongue flicking even more haphazardly against your swollen clit.
“Yes you can, baby. You’re gonna take whatever Daddy gives you.”
hoseok: More than anything, Hoseok loved to touch. He could spend hours in your company just cuddling and admiring the curves of your body, not even hinting towards anything sexual.
There were some outfits, such as the innocent yet suggestive babydoll you were wearing right now, that had him going past these sinless limits. In this outfit, Hoseok had to nibble your ear, tweak your hardening nipples, and rub your clothed core. These gropes and fondles became too much for you to think properly.
His touches stopped for a second, but in his current state, continued on shortly after.
“Yes, princess,” he murmured. “Tell daddy what you want.”
namjoon: You didn’t know what it was about him, but Kim Namjoon screamed daddy. It was in his voice, his height, his personality, his wits, everything. As much as you wanted him to take on this role, you were always too afraid to voice your wants around him.
You had done well for so long keeping this kink to yourself, but this time, while Namjoon was pounding into you from behind, he decided to take it one step further. Namjoon, slowly but firmly, moved his right hand down your hip until it was placed right beside your ass and probed at your puckered hole with his thumb.
The pleasure on both your holes was overwhelming, making you almost collapse from your hands and knees position. You could only grip onto the sheets with your delicate hands.
“You like that, baby?” Namjoon teased, milking out your reactions.
“Yes, yes… more, Daddy-”
You stiffened at the slipup, nervous as to how he’d react. But he only bit his lip at your act of submission and slowed his actions, making you whine in desperation.
“You’re gonna have to do a lot more than that to get what you want from Daddy, baby girl…”
jimin:As captivating as Jimin was on stage, he was all about love making, and passion, and equal power when it came to sex with you. Jimin, however, was feeling a little different today.
For once, he wanted to take the reigns, and here you were, straddling his hips and rubbing your sopping entrance against his rock hard erection. His feisty self wasn’t giving you what you wanted today, at least not so easily. Jimin wanted you torn in two before he finally entered you.
Each bump of his dick against your throbbing clit had you gasping and moaning out in ecstasy.
“I’m t-tired of waiting, so give it to m-me, Daddy, please-”
His grip on your hips tightened, a reflex merely from surprise. For a few moments, he sat under you, pondering over your sudden outburst. Jimin didn’t want to scare you away, but he also want to hurt your feelings.
“Mmm…Daddy thinks his princess is ready…”
Jimin finally grabbed your hips and , sheathing himself in your tight, wet heat in one go. You could only cry out.
taehyung: Of all the men you’d been with in your life, Taehyung was the most experimental. He was always looking up weird articles, asking you weird questions, and always trying weird things to get the both of you off.
So, when he asked you ride his thigh, you were intimidated but unsurprised. But good God, you didn’t know how good it would feel. The way the denim of his jeans pressed against your clit, the way his leg bounced up and down, and the way his strong thighs flexed every now and then all had you on edge but greedy for more.
Taehyung wanted more, too, for he panted as he teased you with questions.
“Do you like getting off to my thigh?”
“I need more, I need your cock, D-Daddy-”
That five-letter word must have been a key. Before you knew it, Taehyung was silently flipping you over, undressing himself, and sliding his length into you.
jungkook: Jungkook was never too vocal during sex. Other than a few grunts, groans, and some breathy whines, he never said much. His attention was always on pummeling into you, relying on just his movements to send you over the edge.
Those dancer hips of his were more than enough because they had you moaning, shouting, and screaming every damn time. This time wasn’t any different, for you had to search in the depths of your mind to just correctly call out Jungkook’s name; God, you were so wrecked.
But this time, you called out the wrong one in your lusty daze.
And everything froze. From your embarrassment, it seemed as if everything in your bedroom was frozen in midair, including you and Jungkook. It seemed as if he had to contemplate the meaning of such a name, the sheer power behind it.
After an intake of air and a bite to his bottom lip, Jungkook could only say one thing.
But after that, he was thrusting into you even harder, not wanting to disappoint in his newly appointed role.
So I guess I’ll go home
Into the arms of the girl that I love
The only love I haven’t screwed up
She’s so hard to please
But she’s a forest fire
I do my best to meet her demands
Play at romance, we slow dance
In the living room
But all that a stranger would see
Is one girl swaying alone
Stroking her cheek
Summary: In which you live in a world where one stroke of a pen against your skin is a signage of forever, and Min Yoongi just has really good timing Genre: Fluff with a touch of Angst, Soulmate!AU where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker, it will show up on your soulmate’s skin as well Word Count: 7,276 Author’s Note: I have officially joined the Soulmate!AU train of writers, and I hope this is worthy enough for that title. The original story was meant to be super short and super sweet, but of course I just kept adding more and more ideas into this and… this is the end result. Little warning, it is mainly Yoongi/Reader with a side of Jungkook/Reader so… take that as you will.
The first time images appear on your skin, you are 12 and have absolutely no idea why. Questions spring up in your mind like wildfire—alarming and so completely out of your control that you perform what could only be politely labeled as a scream before you dash to the bathroom, rubbing roughly at the skin of your arm until the flesh turns bright red. The marks, however, do not fade away.
Taking in a few sharp inhales, you collect your thoughts long enough to carefully study the marks that have been embedded into your skin—ink underneath the flesh that you carefully run your finger across. The end product looks to be a night sky along your forearm. There is a half-crescent moon and lazy stars dancing across the way; twinkling lines and hazy shapes and thick lines like they had been drawn with a sharpie.
For some odd reason, the longer you stare at the drawing, you don’t feel the panic settling back into your nerves. Rather, you feel more calm, peaceful, as if staring at the face of familiarity, like these drawings of half-crescent moons and 6 pointed stars genuinely mean something to you. Or at least, they hold enough significance that you don’t scream or continue trying to rub away the spots.
Your mother comes bounding into the room shortly after, startled by your scream until she sees the source of your apprehension and her lips curl up into a soft and understanding smile. It is right then and there, when she takes your arm, soothingly running her thumb up and down the expanse of the night sky that she spins the narrative of fate, destiny, and the universe.
She tells you that the moment people are born, they are instantly bound with another, tied together by some predetermined string, gifting you with someone you are meant to spend the rest of your life with. Someone who fit against every curve, someone who loved you in every aspect no matter what. Someone who would look at you, and you could just feel the weight of their stares like none other—set all your nerves on fire with just a single touch, leave you knowing without a doubt that that person was the one you were meant to spend your life with.