Info- Honestly I wrote this after thinking about how pretty my hands are and it just sort of took off and my fluffy Yoongi feels came out.
(I’m sorry to my baby followers who might not like this, please don’t leave just scroll past this).
He had always had a fondness for how small your hands were, the way they fit so easily into his own. They were soft and delicate, just like the way you touched. It was as if you were afraid to hurt someone, especially him. Whenever the two of you hugged your hands would very softly cradle the muscles of his back. However, there was a firmness about your hold, you wanted him to notice you there. You weren’t a wisp, you were a living, breathing, human woman who was holding him so delicately and lovingly. He was your world and you were his regardless of how little the two of you spoke of that love out loud.
It was never in words and very rarely through touch except in those private moments when he would hold your hand and kiss it over and over, his eyes never leaving yours. The moments where you would embrace one another for several minutes, just to feel close. His eyes are what expressed him though, those deep dark eyes that were always so soft and warm when he gazed upon you, brushing all of your fears away. The dark expanse of his soul was visible in the small spark that seemed to ignite whenever he looked upon you. Especially now in the early morning of the day, but you were still sleeping with your small lovely hands curled up in front of your face. He reached out and pulled the delicate knuckles to his lips, allowing them to ghost over the soft flesh of your hands. You moved a little, never one to sleep so lightly, but the touch wasn’t quiet enough to wake you.
“You know, I love your hands,” He murmured in a raspy morning voice to your still sleeping form. Even in your sleep though you smiled a little, his voice reaching into your dreams. He grinned at that and scooted closer to you. Lightly nudging his way so his face was just in front of yours, lips barely brushing. You mumbled something, but stayed asleep, though you did snuggle closer to the body pressing up against you. He smirked that devil’s grin of his when your lips pushed to his unintentionally and took the initiative to press his lips firmly to yours eliciting a sleepy whimper from you.
“Come on jagi, wake up,” He whispered before pressing his lips back to yours, his arms winding their way around your waist to pull you to him, though tangled sheets still blocked your body’s. This woke you up, your eyes flashing open in surprise and a gasp escaping your lips. He grinned and quickly deepened the kiss, tongue slipping past your lips to swipe at your own. At this you quickly submerged into his arms and the kiss, tangling yourself with him. Your soft limbs looped around his neck while hands delved into his silky, colorful hair, pushing him to you. He hummed into the embrace, quickly pushing the sheets that were between the two of you away in order to pull you flush against him. No matter how many times you had had one another, it felt like the first time every time. The kisses were soft and urgent, hands pulling, grasping, wandering desperately against one another.
“Good morning,” His voice drifted to you as he detached his lips from your own, peppering his way down to your throat with light kisses. You giggled when he blew against your throat earning a happy humming from him before he delved back in. Pressing hotter kisses to your throat, nipping the flesh and sucking soft purple hearts along the column of your neck. You moaned out at the feeling, pulling him even closer to you wanting more.
“Good morning Yoongi-ah,” You said back in a breathy voice. He could always steal it from you with every drag of his lips against your skin. Yoongi mumbled against your skin tugging at your earlobe playfully wanting nothing more than anything to hear your soft sounds, validation that he was making you feel amazing. You were never loud and he liked that, it was always a tender moan or little gasp for air that gave away how you felt in these moments.
“Jagi,” He growled, grinding you against his growing arousal. It was all he needed to say to show you how much he needed you. How much he wanted you, to be against you, to be in you. Moaning delicately, you pulled him back into a long drugging kisses. Hands retreating from his hair to instead delve under his night shirt. You ran your small hands over his chest, the skin always felt so soft. Feeling playful you decided to scrap your nails along the flesh eliciting a deep groan from Yoongi. The sound vibrating down your throat.
“I can’t believe you woke me up,” You said to him with a giggle, dragging your hands even lower to his waistband, dipping the tips of your fingers just under the band. Yoongi’s deep chuckle vibrated against you as he pulled away.
“I can’t help myself, you’re just so cute,” He pushed his hips to your hands when he spoke, knowing it wouldn’t do anything but suggest what he wanted. He didn’t really want your hands though, he just wanted to pleasure you. He quickly slid his hands down your back and cupped your bottom, pulling your hips roughly against his, grinding his arousal firmly to your own. Moaning out you aided in the grinding eliciting a groan from him as well.
“Since when was being cute sexy?” You asked between little knees and giggles. Earning a bright smile from Yoongi between his own panting.
“Since i met you Jagi,” He replied quickly, not giving you time to reply before he was pushing you harder to him and humming at the way your head fell into his chest and a shuddering breath left your lips. He dipped his hands lower and quickly ripped the shirt from your body, leaving you in nothing. but your underwear. Blushing you urged his shirt up his stomach, but he was already moving to take it off as well. Once the clothing was gone and thrown in a random direction from the bed he dipped down to litter your chest in kisses. Hands having gone back to squeezing and kneading the flesh of your upper thighs and backside. You moaned out and hooked one leg around his hip to pull him ever closer to you.
“You must be soaked Jagi,” Yoongi chuckled, he was right though, your underwear was soaking through with arousal and causing you to whimper against him. He pushed a hand between the two of you and lightly ran a finger over your covered folds gaining a breathy moan from you. He smiled at how right he was quickly deciding not to tease you so early in the morning and pushing his way past the underwear to delve two fingers deeply into your slick entrance and curled them to give you the pleasure he knew you deserved. You moaned out louder than usual at the feeling, clenching onto him desperately. Your fingers left little red imprints on his pale starlight skin that disappeared just as quickly as they had bloomed.
“You must really love me,” Yoongi groaned at the feeling, moving his hand in and out at a slow pace. The feeling was amazing and he felt himself growing harder at the thought of how you would feel around him. No matter how many times he had had you, the feeling was always unbelievably blissful every time. Yoongi’s fingers retreated after a few breathless moments and he quickly yanked the soaked underwear from your hips, tossing them across the room before flipping you onto your back and hovering over you. His lips stretched into a silly grin at the sight of you under him washed in the morning sunlight, you were his angel and devil wrapped into one gorgeous soul.
“Do you plan on teasing me today?” You wondered as he bent down to brush his lips delicately to your own, before trailing them down, down, down. Hooking his forearms around your thighs, Yoongi pulled you so your core was just hovering before his lips. His grin read mischife, but his eyes were showering you in love. The deep expanses of them could evoke more love from you than anything else, but they also left you breathless and blushing.
“No, it’s too early…I can’t promise any mercy though,” Yoongi grinned wickedly while kissing your thighs as he answered, sucking small bruising heart there before quickly attacking your clit. Sucking and nipping at it lightly, occasionally sprinkling a kiss here and there in order to cause you to become a quivering mess before him. His firm hold on your legs prevented you from moving too much under his ministrations. He brought his tongue down to delve into your core and lap into you roughly, groaning at the taste and the way your fingers raked through his hair to pull him desperately deeper into you. Yoongi’s nose brushed your clit as he continued his attack and you barely registered him moving his arms until one was pinning your bucking hips to the bed and the fingers of his other where pushing back into you and curling at a delicious pace. The breathless airy moans ripping through you spurred him on to pump his fingers faster and curl them every time they reached your deepest point. His tongue flicking quickly over your clit trying to make you reach your fast approaching high.
“Come on Jagi, cum for me,” His words vibrated against you making you gasp and moan louder than before. You had never been one to scream and instead let out breathy whimpers when you finally reached your high followed by low moans. Fireworks exploding in your chest and behind your tightly closed eyes, realising onto Yoongi’s fingers and mouth. He removed them and you cracked your eyes to see him sucking the liquid off before softly lapping up anything remaining on your sensitive lips. While watching him you noticed he had taken his boxers off at some point and had his hand around his own shaft pumping slowly. His dark lust filled eyes roamed your body in appreciation as he sat back. He smirked as you watched him touching himself at the sight of you, he was always amazed at how lovely you were. Your soft flushed skin and big eyes watching him intently and even though you had just finished, he knew you would take him happily as you always did.
“You’re beautiful,” His words brought your eyes to his own and a shy smile graced your lips followed by a little giggle. Yoongi leaned over you and kissed them deeply distracting you as he pushed his throbbing member past your entrance and bottomed out in you with a breathy groan. You were moaning as well, too sensitive and needy, in a state of contradiction as pleasure and overstimulation fought. The pleasure would win out though as it always did when he rested his elbows on either side of your head, propping himself above you while he rocked out slowly and then back in with a hard thrust that caused a high toned moan to erupt from your lips. He continued the slow pace, accompanying your whimpers and moans with his deep groans and grunts. Occasionally whispering words into your ear and sucking the lobe into his mouth.
“You sound so pretty Jagi,” He hummed lowly, once again thrusting himself roughly into you before slowly dragging back out till the tip was just pressing into the entrance. “Do you want me to go faster?” He let out a breathy moan this time when he entered you, his breathing more labored than it had been minutes before. Even though he didn’t want to tease you his nature to be playful always came out a little.
“Please, Yoongi-ah,” You were pulling at his back hoping to push him further into you, to gain some kind of speed that he always held out on. Yoongi always enjoyed the languid and slow sex, the kind that dragged out, but he enjoyed making you explode in pleasure even more. He didn’t answer you and instead just groaned at your words and picked up his pace. Thrusting with fast strokes that had you on the edge of chanting his name, but instead all that came out were gasps and whines for more. He reached deeply into you with every strong pump and he felt his high fast approaching. Without warning Yoongi flipped the two of you effortlessly, earning a surprised squeak from you accompanied by a deep moan as his shaft buried itself even deeper with the new position.
“Move jagi,” Yoongi groaned, bucking himself up into you, hands moving to position yours comfortably on his chest as you bounced and ground down onto him. The friction on your clit was what got you off the most and this was your favorite position for that reason. He groaned again and cupped your breasts, pinching your nipples harshly and desperately bucking up into you as you came down.
“Come on Jagi,” Yoongi growled, taking the lead and grabbing your hips to slam them down onto his own. You let him control the movement as he brought the two of you even closer to the peaks you had been chasing. With a few more powerful thrusts you were whimpering and writhing on top of him as you came hard for the second time that morning. His fingers on one hand moved from your waist to rub into your clit so he could help you ride out your orgasm. Then he was flipping you back over and pumped even quicker to reach his own high, the way you looked still moaning and gripping the sheets under him is what got him off. He finished deep within you with a loud groan and stuttering hips, head coming down to rest into the crook of your neck.
“Yoongi-ah,” You wanted to scold him for waking you up, but sex with him was too amazing and a great way to start the day. Yoongi grinned that gummy smile of his, lips spreading widely as he pulled back to look down at you while pulling himself out. Kissing your nose and cheeks and lips in sweet pecks, his soft and sweet side coming out as it always did when the two of you were intimate.
“God you’re beautiful,” He mused, pulling you up to straddle his hips in order to hold you close to him. Sitting back on his haunches and stroking his fingers through your hair in a loving gesture.
“You’re all sweaty,” You pouted when he dragged you further against him and buried his face in your neck once more. He only chuckled and carefully maneuvered off the bed, with you still wrapped around him. Holding you with strong lovely hands that cradled your bodies close to one another.
“Let’s shower and then go back to sleep in our dirty bed,” He said while carrying you to the bathroom, you only laughed because of course he wanted to sleep more. Your laugh was a soft bell like sound to him and caused him smile softly while caressing your body against his, so happy he had you in his hectic life.
Oh My God ughhh I hope you all like this! I was so afraid to post it, but @smileofabstractnonsense gave me the courage, thank you so much. I really hope people like this!
“Right this way.” The kind waitress led you through the aisles of tables. They were filled with families and teens on their dates and such. Nothing too surprising. Your booth was one sided, stuck in a corner with one other empty table. Stefan let you sit by the wall and he slid in next to you. “Here are your menus.” She smiled and handed you the laminated papers. “What can I get you to drink?”
You smiled up at her. “I’ll have a Coke.” She nodded and scribbled the words into her notepad.
“Just a water.” Stefan smiled from you to the waitress.
“Okay I’ll be back in a few.” The woman beamed down at the both of you. You looked over to Stefan and smiled. He was so breathtaking all the damn time.
You picked up your menu and had to choose between a steak or salad that looked so appetizing to you. Stefan rested his hand on your thigh as he always did and watched you. “I can’t choose. What are you getting?” You continued reading.
“Can I just have you?” Stefan pressed his lips to your ear, whispering lightly. You blushed and shook your head. “Why not?” Stefan laughed. His hand trailed higher and higher, rubbing your inner thigh. You pressed your thighs together, feeling a pull between your legs.
“We’re in public, Stefan.” You hissed. “Seriously, what are you having?” You looked up at him and he sighed.
“I was just going to get fries or something. I’m uh really not that hungry.” He massaged your inner thigh. “Not for food, anyway.” He smiled at you again, causing your cheeks to flame up. The waitress bounced to your table, setting your coke and Stefan’s water before you.
“Have you decided on your meals?” She pulled her notepad from her pocket again.
“I’ll have the Chef’s Salad.” You whispered.
“I’ll just have the fries basket.” Stefan nodded her off and turned to you. His index and middle finger pressed against your clothed clit. You gasped and inhaled some Coke, coughing silently and trying not to choke. “I just want to play.” He whispered against your cheek.
You gripped his arm and the edge of the table. “I love trying new things.” He continued on. You bit your lip, your breath hitching in your throat. Slowly, his fingers crawled into your waistband and into the front of your pants, beneath your panties. He pressed further into your clit and then traced figure eights on it.
“Shit Stefan.” You swallowed. Stefan smiled against your cheek, pressing his index finger teasingly into your folds. The torture was too much and you almost cried out loud. You had to slap a hand to your mouth. “You’re gonna regret this when we get home.” You chewed your bottom lip and Stefan scoffed.
The waitress returned and Stefan retracted his hand from your pants as if nothing happened and slid your food over to you. Your chest was heaving for air and Stefan laughed at you.
“Asshole.” You whispered, pressing your legs together to try and relieve some pressure.
Summary: You and Sherlock are forced to be friends after months of mutual hatred. Author: Maddy (@laterthantherabbit) Characters/Relationships: Sherlock x Reader, John x Reader (platonic), Mrs. Hudson Words: 2070 Warnings: None
“Would you stop your moping and actually acknowledge John and I? You haven’t even moved since this morning!”
“Are you listening to me?”
“…” You heaved a loud sigh and glared at the man spread out on the sofa, as far from you as possible whilst still being in the room. You looked at John who just shrugged and continued reading the paper, bringing his tea up to his lips. You had finished yours and stood to wash out your cup which was when Sherlock spoke up, his irritation towards his afternoon having you in it clearly punctuated in his extremely childish tone.
“Don’t touch my experiments on your way out.” He turned towards the back of the sofa, waving his arm in a motion that said go away with as much annoyance as possible, and continued his sulk.
“Bite me Sherlock!” You rolled your eyes and continued to the kitchen.
Yours and Sherlock’s difficult and largely forced association with one another began on the day you moved into 221C. The move to the big city had not been as difficult as you anticipated considering your lack of possessions and the fact that John had selflessly helped you move box after box into the apartment. He introduced himself and Sherlock and began to talk to you about London and moving, forming a friendship swiftly. Sherlock however, hadn’t found you interesting at all and had deduced you immediately, hoping to send you off with his sociopathic tendencies. You weren’t fazed and instead, continued to talk to John, blatantly ignoring him for the rest of the move. Over the first few weeks of your living in the building, you became close friends with John, and had made friends with Mrs. Hudson, Molly and Greg. Even Mycroft fell for your charm and you two frequently went out for coffee together. Everyone loved you and you appeared to never leave 221B, always being present when anyone showed up and making everyone feel welcome. Sherlock hated it and took every opportunity to say so.
Grantaire who is deaf. Who was estranged from his family and peers all of his life because no one cared enough to learn LSF or teach him. So he taught himself. Who dances without music. Who pushes his pain out through dance and painting and boxing. Who started drinking before University because he was lonely. Who meets Courfeyrac on his first day and is shocked and touched when he decides to learn LSF for him. Who is dragged to an Amis meeting by Courfeyrac because “You have good ideas, Taire. Ideas that deserve to be heard. Seen. All of the above. And deaf issues deserve just as much attention.” So he goes. And he sees someone beautiful there. And he stops watching Courfeyrac try to frantically translate and just concentrates on that beautiful boy who sits up front. And sometimes he reads his lips but sometimes he just watches him. And then Courfeyrac stands up and talks about him. And Grantaire watches everyone’s reactions. Watches their eyes widen and prays to god he won’t see that look of pity he’s so used to, like he’s a hurt puppy or like he’s stupid. But they doesn’t. He just signs, thank you; he means thank you for coming. And finally Grantaire has found a home. And the Amis have LSF lessons once a week, and Grantaire swears, no matter how bad the rest of the week is, no matter how many times he’s not heard, that night is happy. And watching Enjolras’s look of concentration is the purest form of joy that he’s ever found. On his birthday, the Amis sign happy birthday to him and they sing along so loud that he can hear the vibrations in his feet. And for every rally and every speech, there is an Ami standing by Enjolras signing, if Enjolras isn’t doing it himself. And for the first time in his life, he’s finally found a place where he never struggles to communicate.
THANK YOU, LOVE. I CAN ALWAYS TRUST YOU WITH IWADAI SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO ANSWER
Who said “I love you” first:
I really like the thought of this being Iwaizumi because
Daichi’s pretty darn good with his words, he knows the right things to say at
the right time even if he doesn’t quite realize it himself - his coach says it
so and his teammates unconsciously look forward to his speeches to fire them up
because their captain is reliable that way. But just when it comes to
Iwaizumi, strong reliable steady and beautiful, he never has enough
words for him and he stumbles every single time but god knows how much Daichi
tries, but Iwaizumi is always there to strip him down easily. He feels like he
blunders whenever he has to talk to Iwaizumi, but when he sees the fond look in
Iwaizumi’s eyes, he stops and lets him talk, listens and hears the words
clearly, even reads his lips just to make sure. That stuns him into silence,
and he’s never been happier to be rendered speechless this time. And that’s
when he says it back.
Who would have the other’s picture as their phone
Daichi secretly has his wallpaper photo set with
Iwaizumi’s photo - it’s one of his favorites. It’s a candid photo of Iwaizumi
sitting by the window of their apartment, perfectly washed golden in the
afternoon sunlight filtering through their curtains. He has their dog, still a
pup then, cradled in his arms and he’s just turned slightly away from Daichi,
and Daichi adores it. Second to the endless number of favorite Iwa photos is
one of Iwaizumi snuggled in bed with his face squashed in his pillow and his
mouth open just a little. Iwaizumi has a picture of their dog as his wallpaper
and his lockscreen is his phone’s default because he can’t be bothered
honestly. Daichi doesn’t take it personally.
Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror
Iwaizumi leaves messy notes scrawled on the mirror for
Daichi to see when it’s his turn in the bathroom, things like “please
don’t forget to brush your teeth” or “the shaving cream is in the bottom
left corner of the cabinet” or the cheesiest things like “I love you
even if you drool on my pillow” and “let’s have dinner out
tonight!” but Daichi sometimes completely misses the writings because he
wakes up so late and by the time he gets his ass into the bathroom, the fog has
disappeared and the messages have been watered down and have turned runny. (He still takes
his precious time deciphering them though)
Who buys the other cheesy gifts
I think they’re both really thoughtful when it comes to
gifting each other, and they put a lot of effort into making each other happy
even if they tell each other every year that they’re not aiming for the
materialistic and yet they do it anyway. Except for that one time that Daichi
can’t forget because Iwaizumi went out of his way to track down the brand he
used to have way back in high school - those white gym shoes with black accents
- as a gift for his birthday (belated Christmas gift too), for nostalgia’s
Who initiated the first kiss
UMMM HMM It’s a mix between Daichi and Iwaizumi. I say
this because I love imagining Daichi just having this late realization that
they haven’t kissed yet and he would really, really love to kiss Iwaizumi right
now. Except he doesn’t know how to tell??? Does he just ask for it or would
that be far too forward and fast for their relationship?? He spends a few days mulling over it and
finds himself staring at Iwaizumi’s lips at an alarming frequency, and Iwaizumi
would be stupid not to notice. So he decides to play devil’s advocate and waits
for the perfect opportunity (that is to say the moment when Daichi snaps) which
presents itself during breakfast one day and Daichi has rice on the side of his cheek,
and Iwaizumi reaches out to pick it and makes a complete show of taking it in
his mouth. Which astounds Daichi. And that breaks the camel’s back as Iwaizumi
watches Daichi’s eyes travel down and fixate on his mouth and he quirks his
lips, says, “what?” just to fuck with him. “I really want to
kiss you right now.” Of course they end up being late for whatever
appointments they had that day.
Who kisses the other awake in the morning
Like I said, I headcanon Daichi to be a terrible morning
person so it’s Iwaizumi who gets to see him helpless with sleep and still find
him beautiful enough to want to wake him up with kisses every morning. That
doesn’t mean Iwaizumi doesn’t get his fair share of morning kisses on the rare
times Daichi is awake before he is.
Who starts tickle fights
I’d say it’s Daichi who wages war on Iwaizumi because he
knows that Iwaizumi is extremely ticklish and he loves making him laugh without
restraints. Iwaizumi’s weakest and most sensitive spot is just under his chin,
so that’s where he targets. In the end, Daichi doesn’t mind losing on purpose
because he certainly loves being pinned underneath the solid and warm weight of
Iwaizumi above him. And then it quickly turns out to be something else entirely hahaha
Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower
Both of them do. It’s a rather effective way to save on
water (it’s not, really. They end up spending way more time in the shower when
they do it together and engage in activities that require second wash).
Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work
Hmmm. All-around reliable with housechores Iwaizumi does
hahahaha he loves experimenting with his cooking (I also like to think he’s a
mama’s boy and spent time learning how to cook as a kid with her) so he
surprises Daichi with his avant garde takes on traditional Japanese bento
boxes. Also speaking of bento boxes can you imagine Iwaizumi carefully and intricately
designing these little onigiri shapes omigod
Who was nervous and shy on the first date
DAICHIIIII. He couldn’t even dare to look at Iwaizumi the
first time because the first date was one set up by their friends, and Iwaizumi
was one of the top three aces in their area after all and he’s just so
goddamn handsome. But Iwaizumi quickly made things less tense with his small
talk that wasn’t at all awkward and soon enough Daichi was having easy
conversation with him but inside he was kicking himself for making such a fuss.
All he needed to do was be himself, because Iwaizumi seems to like him enough
anyway (Iwaizumi in fact, likes him a lot)
Who kills/takes out the spiders
Both of them do because they’re big boys who’ve got no
time to be scared shitless by spiders.
Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk
I like to imagine Iwaizumi is a pretty loud drunk, but he’s
pretty harmless but every single time they’re out with friends, he ends up
declaring how much he loves Daichi and how he loves him no matter how he looks
like because even when he’s drunk Daichi’s insecurities are in the back of his
mind. Which the Seijou third years take the brunt of but they definitely don’t
mind because they love Hajime and him and Daichi deserve each other and if they
have to endure proclamations of love from their ace as a testament of their
undying friendship then so be it. (On the other hand, Daichi is a quiet and
sleepy drunk, but he gets pretty handsy hahahah)
Prompt (because i need happiness) more deaf! And autistic! Marco fluff please?
Of course I can! I couldn’t figure out how do both of them in one, because I suck at writing, so I did two short ones! I hope you like them! The autism one I based off of my favorite way to stim. I like feel silky things and rub them with my face, like string and hair. I had to cut my hair short because I coudn’t stop playing with it and kids would make fun of me lol. Enjoy!
Tom smiled as Marco ran his fingers through his pink hair. He felt it on his face and put it in tiny braids and then would rub them against his hands. “Your hair is so soft.” Marco gushed. “Do you care when I touch your hair like this?” Marco asked. Tom shook his head.
“I love it actually.” He admitted. He really did. If anything, when Marco would handle Tom like that it made him feel loved. Marco giggled and continued to felt his hair and put it in tiny braids. Marco then wrapped his arms around Tom from behind and just put his face in the demon’s pink mop. Tom smiled and Marco covered his head in kisses. He kissed him for two reasons, he loved Tom so much, and he liked the way the silky hair felt on his lips and face.
“You like my hair a lot.” Tom pointed out. Marco nodded.
“It’s perfect.” He smiled. “It’s a pretty color. And it feels really soft. I like to touch it.” Marco continued. Tom smiled and leaned his head back so he was lying against Marco. He relaxed as Marco kept feeling his head and would give him a kiss every now and then.
“I love you, Tom.” Marco smiled and kissed Tom once again. When he didn’t hear an answer he looked over and smiled, to see Tom had dozed off on his lap. He always did that when Marco would play with his hair or ears. It felt nice and relaxed him, and this resulted in Marco getting a lapful of sleepy demon. Marco kept playing with Tom’s hair for a little while longer and smiled. He ran his hands through the pink hair and enjoyed the way it felt running between is fingers.
Tom’s eye opened a little while later and he smiled when he saw Marco was still playing with his hair. “I always fall asleep when you do that.” Tom blushed and Marco smiled even bigger.
“I don’t mind. I think it’s cute.” He grinned. Tom situated himself so he was in a more comfortable position curled up on Marco’s lap. He yawned and cuddled closer. Marco buried his face in Tom’s hair.
“You’re sleepy today.” He teased the demon. Tom hummed in response.
“A little bit.” He agreed.
“I’ll let you nap.” Marco assured, petting him some more to get him to relax.
“Not too long, promise to wake me up in fifteen minutes.” Tom yawned again and let his eyes fall shut. Marco kissed his hair again and felt it slid all over his face.
Tom giggled a bit and Marco narrowed his eyes. What’s so funny? He signed. Tom smiled and gave Marco a big kiss on the head.
“You’re just so cute!” Tom gushed, knowing Marco could read his lips, he didn’t sign as much as he could. Marco put his hands on his hips.
What did I do that was so cute? He asked. Tom nuzzled Marco’s head and gave him a hug.
“You spoke, I just really love it when you speak.” Tom responded. Marco blushed.
I only said your name. Marco reminded. Tom grinned.
“I know, and it sounded really nice when you said it.” Tom responded. Marco blushed and turned away. The demon laughed and picked him up bridal style. Marco gasped and giggled a bit. “You have the cutest voice, Marco.” Tom told him. Marco bit his lip and looked down.
I mispronounce things. Marco reminded. Tom rolled his eyes.
“Well of course you do, you can’t hear what you’re saying.” Tom tapped Marco’s head teasingly and Marco giggled. “But that doesn’t matter, you still sound so nice. Even when you mispronounce things it’s cute and even when you don’t talk at all and just sign it’s cute.” Tom giggled. “When you sit still and don’t even communicate it’s cute!” He laughed louder and Marco wiggled a bit.
Okay, okay, put me down. Marco giggled a bit and Tom set him down, but he didn’t stop holding him close. He had his arms wrapped around Marco’s waist and he smiled very big when Marco looked up at him.
“Uh Marco?” Tom asked very nervously. Marco smiled and leaned in. “I um… I love you…” Tom muttered. Marco knew what he was saying but decided to tease him about it.
If you don’t speak clearly I can’t read your lips, say it again? Marco grinned and Tom blushed deeper.
“I said I love you!” He said louder and clearer, but his face was burning red. Marco gushed and pulled him down into a kiss.
I know what you said. He assured. Tom blushed and buried his face in Marco’s hoodie. Marco laughed when Tom tried to hide himself and hugged him tighter. Marco pulled Tom away a bit so he was looking at him and smiled. Marco gave Tom a kiss and then spoke. “I love you too.”
This is the first time ever I write something in english. As it is not my first language I apologize in advice for any mistake.
How is it possible to stay focused in only one voice when you’re surrounded by a whole crowd of screaming guys? I felt like loosing my mind at the moment I heard the first three words he used referred about me.
- She looks hot -
I heard it in my head with a funny delay effect while my eyes stayed focused in the almost imperceptible smile he threw at me.
I swear I heard his voice so clearly I forgot my name for a sec. The first three words Jeff used to describe me and I loved them.
I ended up in the ring side that night thanks to Paul, one of my craziest and weirdest friends. He knew I was a huge fan of the wwe, but never had been in a live show, so when He had the opportunity to be in there for free thanks to a client, he didn’t hesitate choosing their partners for that night, me included, regardless I didn’t even work in his company. Only two girls in a group of men, the other one was Paul’s girlfriend, Georgina, aka my high school best friend.
- Shut up and move girl, I swear I’m gonna freak out if you spend another night in front of that laptop - She insisted, saying I needed a break after a whole month of working even on weekends, she was right but what really convinced me was Jeff, that sexy bastard always made me smile while seeing his wrestling on TV.
- You know you wanna fuck him with your eyes while being there, so choose your clothes and use a pair of high heels, we’re going to see your man. Right?, you know you wanna do it - And she was right in every word, plus: I really wanted a night of fights, beer, screaming and acting like a complete fan girl, so I had to be serious about it, I used my best black dress and combined them with the typical colored armbands of Jeff, a lot of black eyeliner and I was ready. The moment we arrived I felt shocked about the people and the vibes in there. Georgina kept making fun of my exciment, I really couldn’t hide how impatient I was about seeing Jeff in front of me, because the places we got were awesome, we were a couple of meters aside the ring.
And then, I finally heard his entrance, well, not exactly, it was The Hardy Boys. I saw Matt and then there was him, the owner of my darkest thoughts, I smiled like and idiot and saw Jeff getting closer and closer, the guys let me be in front of the group, they knew it meaned a lot to me, I raised my hands and He saw me, maybe a little surprised because of my age and the armbands, she took off one of theirs and gave it to me with a big smile, continued to the ring where he said that first three words. Maybe I didn’t heard them clearly but I read his lips. The rest of the fight I just enjoyed with their movements until they finally won and the sound of the bell took me out of my trance. I had to saw them leave, thinking it was the best night of my life so far, not knowing that it was just about to begin.
Once the show was over I was ready to go home and rest, but the night wasn’t over for Paul and Georgina, they had to meet their clients backstage, how cool was that? Working as a publicist was always cool in so many ways. They asked me to go with them, a woman who can flirt is always welcomed when you are about to close a deal. So we waited, we were allowed to stay in a little office for the meeting, and we had to wait until the client showed up, no matter if that could mean staying for a couple hours. I wasn’t good for that , in first instance, I wasnt a patient girl, and I had drink a lot of beer so I had to pee.
I walked down the corridors with no idea of the direction my steps were going, they were slightly hesitant, no door had a sign and my desire to find a bathroom were on the rise, I saw a door ajar so I assumed that at least I would not interrupt some important meeting or see someone naked. I opened the door and felt scared at the scene, Jeff was inside, rather on the floor, with his hands and hair on the face, I jumped on him and pulled the hair with purple strands that impede me from seeing if he was hurt.
- Should I call a doctor? are you ok? - To my surprise, he began to laugh and discovered his forehead. A thin line of blood began to approach her eyebrow. I felt confused but that beautiful smile soon managed to infect my system
- Up .. I can see you’re fine - I sat in a nearby chair and He opened his eyes and looked at me.
- I stumbled and fell … it’s embarrassing - he shook my hand and stood up and kept that hand between mine, with his free hand he adjusted his hair and came up to me.
- The girl from the audience … the one with the armbands. What are you doing here? Were you looking for my dressing room? - I denied and hoped to be able to construct a meaningful sentence, he was standing in front of me and with that smile within 20 centimeters of my face it was difficult to concentrate.
- No, it’s not that - I said distressed and I looked down to feel blood coloring my cheeks, distracted myself with a book on his desk, I knew that hard paste and the purple tones on it, the red-haired girl in the cover was unmistakable for me. - What are you reading? Do you like that book?
- Does that matter? You sure you wasn’t looking for me? - Another of my senses made me look at him again. She smelled of Rum, perhaps a little Whiskey. His words near to my ear had made the smell of the alcohol penetrate my nose. I looked at his eyes attentively, slightly dilated.
- I’m sure, I came backstage with some friends and they’re in Mr Brown’s office. Are you drunk? - I was a little concerned.
- That idiot? Do not come back, stay with me .. He’s a pervert. - He flipped my hand and almost moaned to stop feeling his skin. He ignored my question about the drink and smiled at me - What do you have to lose? - He frowned and touched the wound on his forehead.
- Let me help - I noticed a cabinet over a closet and took a piece of cotton, He sat down without protest and I began to heal his forehead. He took me by the waist and I ended on his legs, the alcohol and the scent of scotch combined with his perfume flooded my senses and I made a little tour of his face with my eyes. From his eyes to his lips slightly opened.
You were a distraction during the fight, the armbands look better on you - He pulled me with some force and I encircled his neck with my arms.
- The distraction was you - I ran my finger down his lower lip and saw him close his eyes. He stroke my face and kissed me for several seconds, his lips imprisoning mine and his tongue inside my mouth felt like the home I didn’t know I had. All these sensations combined with the alcohol made me escape a small moan that lost between his lips. He understood and continued, placing me against his hips, I escaped and looked at him.
- We shouldn’t be doing this, you’re a family man and I … - He stopped me and stood up to lock the door.
- I wanna do it and you wanna do it .. right? I think that’s the only thing that matters Why we have to deny ourselves the pleasure? - He approached, kissed my cheek and whispered me - I know what I’m doing and it’s ok.
Why waste the opportunity? My heart was beating too fast and I pressed my lips against his once more, he took off his shirt and I gasped as I caressed his chest. He slowly pushed me into the divan behind us and pulled my dress up to my waist. My tongue explored the inside of his mouth as his hands played on my underwear, got rid of it and I groaned as I felt her fingers on my crotch. He threw me into the divan and my hands searched for the closure of his pants, when I finally found it he helped me get rid of that jeans. I drew small circles on his underwear and smiled as he grew hard, more and more, from his lips came small grunts that left me breathless. He took a few seconds to pull out and throw away my dress. His lips kissed my neck, and then they met my breasts, touched them gently and kissed them, every inch of skin on them, his tongue on my nipples bristled my skin and I put my hand in his underwear, I got rid of it with his help and stroke his long friend. My mouth licked his chest and then he searched for my hands and placed himself between my legs, I smiled at him and his eyes explored mine. - You’re beautiful - He kissed my neck a couple times and then my lips as I could feel him near my clit, my hips moving against his, I bit my lip to stay quiet. - I wanna help with that - After saying it he put a couple of fingers in my femininity and gently stroked, he stared at me and didn’t break the eye contact - Tell me if you like it - He put his fingers inside me and I nodded, I felt him inside and out a couple of times so I had to close my eyes and tighten my jaw as he stroked my insides, I could feel his two fingers, distinguish them perfectly, his thumb helped my clit and a scream escaped. I covered my mouth with my hands but he returned them over my head with his free hand. I opened my eyes and he increased the rythm, kept going a couple of minutes before including one more finger. I spread my legs wider and he smiled at me, breathing through his mouth. My back arched and my hips went up and down several times until her name came out as a cry from my lips. He stopped that scream with his lips and pulled her hand out of me. I felt empty but did not last long. - It feels good in there - His words next to my ear, and then I felt it. Finally he was inside of me. I felt a little sweat on my head and on my chest, I watched the tattoo on his neck and kissed him. - Are you ready baby? - I nodded and his hips pushed me hard again and again as his lips attacked my neck, I took his face and brought him closer to mine, I looked into his eyes and he increased the rythm frowning, his breath near mine and my heart beating fast just below his, his chest was warm and fit perfectly with mine. A smile crossed his face and mine as well, I pulled his hair a little and kissed his cheek before closing my eyes and clinging to his back with my nails, each thrust was deeper and felt very good, it was warm, and pleasant. The orgasm came soon for me and another one after that. Jeff slowed down and made him change places. I was up and I settled, moving my hips in circles. He closed his eyes and several grunts drowned in his throat, his hands played with my breasts and I rode faster and faster. I was panting and my hair had a bit of sweat. He spun me around and pushed against my hips as hard as he could, one, two, three, four times before he finished inside me. He put his nose against mine and smiled, kissed me, so hungry, his tongue searching mine. He left me and I stroked his hair. - I’ve never enjoyed as much as I did today. - He said close to my lips and I bit one of them. - Neither did I - I said in a whisper from the exhaustion, and his mouth dropped to my belly, kissed and sucked my clit a couple of times and continued with My belly button He hugged me and we were still for a few seconds.
Several kisses ran down my shoulders and part of my back, I smiled and opened my eyes as he pulled away from me. He dressed and suddenly my nudity bothered me, I sat up and looked for my dress but he stopped me.
- You look beautiful like that - He kissed me once more and let me continue. When we were dressed again, He came and took my waist. - I don’t do this often, I want you to know, you’re not a girl on a long list, I just couldn’t stop thinking about your smile when I saw you in the audience. - Not knowing whether to believe him or not, I smiled and he tucked my hair behind my ear.
- I know a way for you to keep thinking about me - I took the book from his little table and handed it to him - read on .. I wrote it - I smiled biting my lip and as he looked at me confused. I step out into the hallway with the biggest smile I ever had in months. I practically floated instead of walking until I met Georgina, She noticed the immense happiness of my face so she just said:
-You’ll sleep with me today because I need to know everything - She covered me with a jacket and we both left.
Tell me if you liked it… any grammar correction is welcomed
https://naamjoon.tumblr.com/- “Hello again!💜 Can i request reaction. BTS reaction their crush is deaf?
(Can’t talk and hear. Only use sign language… But can’t read their
lips) Thank you!🙇🏻♀️💜”
Hello again love! You sure can and once again this is late and I’m sooooooorrrrry!
*gifs are not mine*
Jin: He had been pining over you for months and yet he didn’t know how to approach you, nor did he know anything about you. He saw you from across the way and he thought now was his chance, until he saw you moving your hands in various motions. He’d tilt his head in confusion because he had no idea you were deaf. His confidence would lessen, but he’s find a way to communicate with you.
Yoongi: He’d be nervous about approaching you because he knew nothing about the deaf culture and he didn’t want to offend you in any way, shape or form. He’d write little anonymous notes to you, letting you know how he felt before revealing that he was the person behind those notes. He’d approach you carefully, hoping you wouldn’t reject him.
Hoseok: He’d be confident in approaching you . He knew you were deaf so he just thought that you’d read his lips, and understand his confession. When he saw that you were confused and not understanding a word he was saying, it would suddenly dawn on him. You cannot read lips. He’d be so embarrassed and he’d apologize with a note, explaining everything on the peice of paper he had.
Namjoon: He’d know that you only used sign language because hello, you were his crush. He’d learn some basic signs to be able to talk to you. The more he interacted with you, the better his signing got. To show how much he’s learned he’s ask you out on a date and he’d be able to hold a conversation with you, without stumbling over any signs.
Jimin: He’d be so nervous about approaching you. Like Yoongi he wouldn’t want to offend you in any way, so he’d give you little waves of his hands whenever he saw you and you’d return them. Eventually he’d start approaching you with simple signs like, “Hi how are you” and “What are you doing?” It’d take a while before he would be able to communicate with you efficiently.
Taehyung: He’d use his charm to try and talk to you. Soon finding out that this won’t be a great way to talk to you. He’d try and communicate with you on his own, and you’d laugh at how much he was trying. Tae would eventually start learning some signs to talk to you and you would help him whenever he said something wrong.
Jungkook: He to would embarrass himself by thinking you could read lips. He’d feel so bad for assuming. Making it his goal to be able to talk to you properly in your language, he’d start learning right away. When he approached you again he was prepared with an apology and an invitation to a movie and dinner with him.
BACK IN IT, TO WIN IT: Deep Space Nine Season 7!!!!!
7x01 ‘Image in the Sand’ - Majel Barrett’s voice, omg, I’m home - COLONEL. Colonel Anastasia Komananov. naahh I’m just teasing — COLONEL KIRA :D
new hair too
- Kira: “I remember when the cult of the Pah-Wraiths used to be a joke. Now those red armbands are appearing all over Bajor. It’s like everyone’s gone crazy.” Odo: “A lot of people feel abandoned by the Prophets.” Kira: “Believe me I know how they feel. But that’s no excuse to turn to hate and fear.” anyway it’s 2017 in America and I’m struck - whattup I missed Miles and Julian like my own friends - life’s ambition tbh: serving on a starship alongside Career NCO Chief O’Brien - turns out Ben can play the piano, and it very figures. he’s currently trying to jazz out his feelings. - I love this show like a childhood I didn’t have. how is this like, retrograde formative. I’m emosh. - Admiral Ross: “You still think he’s coming back?” Kira: “Don’t you?” Admiral Ross: “—I’ll be in touch.” ho hoho - Deep Space Nine is straightforward but not simple. maybe that’s the phrase I’ve been trying to put my finger on for months. because I love a lot of…kinda ornate shows? with a lot of heady stuff going on, all sorts of stylistic experimentation, blah blah blah, and Star Trek…isn’t that. but it’s STRONG. the themes and emotional resonance might be purer for being uncluttered.
Authors Note: I came up with this idea when I was watching Criminal Minds and wondering what it would be like reading lines with Matthew Gray Gubler if he needed your help. I hope you enjoy. XOXO
Trigger Warning: Smut and Fluff
The flames from the oddly but well-constructed fireplace danced as I stared at my book. The words floating off above me as I imagined the characters coming to life. The little things that helped when it came to screenwriting. Matthew walked in holding his script for another episode of Criminal Minds but didn’t say anything. He sat down on the end of the sofa, grabbed my legs and sprawled them across his lap.
summary: the world was too dangerous for someone like you. living in a place where the cursed witch daunted on every royal blood line was something that you’ve grown curious about. from the unexpected meeting, you couldn’t help but fall into another witch’s trap. a trap that would make you happy or would make you even regret being alive.
“Jooheon, I sense a presence right in front of our house.”
Changkyun immediately sat up from his bed of fire and ashes, looking at Jooheon with such horror in his eyes. “But its presence is somewhat like a human…” Changkyun added whilst staring onto the wooden door. It hasn’t been long since they’ve got an unexpected visitor. That one fateful night when they were finally discovered by the Witch of the North, trying to steal Jooheon’s heart.
However, something deep inside Jooheon’s heart urged him to open the door without any hesitation. Countless protests that left Changkyun’s lips were left unheard. Jooheon carefully wraps his slender fingers around the golden door knob, and twists it open to only be greeted by you, whose lips were tugged upwards into a big grin.
“H-hello.” You stammered by the moment you saw his face right in front of you. Minhyuk surely wasn’t lying about the fact that he knows Jooheon’s hidden house, however, something bothered you. The way Jooheon gazed at you was something you couldn’t comprehend.
Jooheon’s lips were slightly parted from the surprise, his finger shook when he pointed it at you before muttering four words that were filled with dread, “Why are you here?”
Why were you there in the first place?
Confusion glowed in your eyes. You couldn’t think of reasons why you were there but the words that left your mouth caught you off-guard. “I came here to see you. I wanted to see you ever since after that night.” Jooheon’s furrowed eyebrows softened and the side of his lips eased up after hearing out your answer. “Why don’t you come in?” Jooheon steps aside and gestures you to come in, only to receive a nod from you. Walking past him, you climbed the small flight of stairs and was greeted by the piercing stare of Changkyun.
“How did you find our house?” His voice was icy cold for a fire demon. Remembering how you came here, you turned to look at Jooheon but only to stop midway when your eyes unconsciously trailed downwards, finally noticing that he was half naked. Quickly letting out an awkward laugh and turned away, face burning from embarrassment, yet fingers icy cold from the rain that came pouring down after reaching Jooheon’s doorstep.
Laughing at how Jooheon immediately turned bright red, Changkyun couldn’t help but let out an amused laugh and thought of pulling Jooheon’s leg for a bit, “Did you know that she was coming over? My, my, you’re becoming really sly there, Joo.”
“Shut it.” Jooheon snapped and gently turned to face you,“ Please excuse me for a while as I go and get changed.” Jooheon’s feet was quick and before you realized, he was off to his bedroom. “How did you find our house?” Changkyun’s voice snapped you out from your thoughts, making you jump in the process. You took a step forward to take a closer look at Changkyun.
His facial features were unremarkable beautiful as well. His jet black hair looked so soft despite being surrounded by ashes and firewood, his sharp nose which you assumed must be his best asset, his red irises that seemed to draw out the life and soul of those who look deeper into them and those scarlet red lips that seemed to be unaffected by his fiery tongue.
“Minhyuk brought me here.”
Upon hearing that cursed name, Changkyun could help but choke on his own saliva. “Minhyuk?! The Witch of the North?!” His shoulders shuddered at the thought of the witch who was badly obsessed with Jooheon. “Yes, he even asked me to give this letter to Jooheon—“
Your fingertips grazed over the edge of the letter, pinching it in between your fingers before pulling it out. Having the red letter out of your pockets, everything seemed to pass like a blur. The house shook; every single china wear and antique furniture to shake violently, making Jooheon scramble to his feet to see what the blazes was going on. Your body was covered by the blue light that the letter has produced, blinding Jooheon and Changkyun in the process.
“Minhyuk..” Jooheon gritted his teeth before scrambling to his feet to get a hold of you but it was too late. The blue light immediately faded away, and the sight of you turned into a small little girl was a sight to see. Changkyun stared down at you, never leaving the fireplace, and let out a fruity laugh. This has been the first time that Changkyun has laughed so hard after centuries ago. Trailing your eyes down up to your hands, you couldn’t help but freeze. Why are my hands small? Why does this everything look so big? you mentally asked yourself before looking up to meet the gaze of Jooheon.
The look on his face was grim when he picked up the red letter right beside your foot, only to wince when the letter sparked up, leaving scorch marks on the wooden floor. “W-what’s that?” you nervously asked as you stepped back a couple of centimeters away from him. “That is ancient sorcery and quite powerful too.” Jooheon muttered, slowly taking a closer look at the marks.
‘You who swallowed a fallen star,
Oh, heartless man,
Your heart will soon belong to me’ (credits to Howl’s Moving Castle)
“This can’t be good for our house to have such disturbing message.” Jooheon cocks his head and brushes his hand over the mark, only to have it gone in just a flash. “Oh my, the mark’s gone!” you beamed, still keeping your stance. Glancing over his shoulder to look at you, Jooheon flashes you a faint smile before standing up, “The mark may be gone but the spell is still there.” Heaving out a sigh, Jooheon walks over to grab a hand mirror before handing it to you, “The Witch of the North surely doesn’t know when to give up, huh?”
The hand mirror was breathtakingly eccentric. Its silver handle had tiny patterns that neither you nor the royal family has ever seen before. Out of curiosity, you immediately flipped the hand mirror to take a good look of yourself, only to regret it the moment you saw yourself.
You were looking at a five years old you.
“W-why did I turn into a little girl?!”
“What do you mean [y/n]’s gone missing?” Hyungwon gnashed his teeth as he looked at his parents who are as baffled as he is. “I do not know, son, but Hoseok just came by to ask if [y/n] was here but when we told him that [y/n] wasn’t, he told us that she’s been missing for three hours already.”
Never has Hyungwon heard such nonsense. Lifting himself off his seat, he didn’t think twice but leave their house, and head right straight to your residence. There was no way that you could’ve run away and just leave everything behind… especially him. His long, and slender fingers balled up into a fist until his knuckles turned white.
The sound of doors slamming and women crying was heard as soon as Hyungwon came in. There, your mother was being calmed down by Hyunwoo while all of your father’s men started to search every inch of the house with dread written all over their faces. Finding no clues of your whereabouts, your father ordered the men to search every single vicinity there is in town and they shall not rest until they’ve found you.
“Is she really not here?” Hyungwon’s voice was filled with sorrow as he gazed down on Hyunwoo and your mother. Hyunwoo didn’t need to hide the fact that you were gone and they didn’t know where you went. Sadly glancing up to your bedroom, Hyungwon couldn’t help but heave out a sad sigh as his minds were starting to be clouded with thoughts that only he can hear.
Have you always thought of running away? Away from all the responsibilities that you were soon to be weighing on your shoulders? Or was it because you didn’t want to marry Hyungwon? Was that it? Was that the reason why you left?
“M-My Lady, Lady [y/n] has left a letter!” The youngest maid exclaimed whilst showing the paper on her hands, flipping it around to make everyone look at her. Quickly moving her feet towards your mother, she hands over without any hesitation. “H-honey, you ready it…” Your mother didn’t bother looking at the letter and hands it to Hoseok, who took the letter without any hesitation. In just a swift, he had the letter unfolded and began reading it out loud.
I am deeply sorry for leaving without saying a ‘good bye’ since I do know that you’ll be stopping me. This is my own decisions and I do want to let you guys know that I’ll be far away from this Kingdom… and please don’t go seeking for me because I, too, don’t know where I’ll be going.
Can you also please say this to my dear, Hyungwon? I deeply want to ask forgiveness for running away and please do not think that I’m running away because of our engagement during my upcoming birthday but everything is just merely because of personal reasons. I want to let you know that I love you, okay? And that…. If ever I don’t come back before my birthday, please forget about me and find someone else who’s better than me. Someone who’s going to appreciate you more than me.
To mother and father, please forgive me for such being a bad daughter. I’ll be back, I promise but I can’t reassure you with a date. And to Hyunwoo oppa, and Hoseok oppa, I love you guys so much and please do take care of mother and father for me. Please don’t forget about me, alright? I’ll always be your little princess and I promise I’ll be back… I guess I should end my letter here then as I badly need to go now. This isn’t a farewell but see you guys soon.
Hoseok’s tears brimmed down his soft, yet pale cheeks. He could feel his heart stop at what he just read, his lips quivered as he quickly lets go of the letter before dashing off towards his room. Hyunwoo, who was following his brother with his eyes, couldn’t help but pull his mother closer to him as she bawled her eyes out.
The house’s atmosphere was tensed and suffocating enough to make Hyungwon tear up. Picking up the cream paper off the ground, he looks at the inked surface and was only more devastated to see that it was your handwriting. Neat and thin strokes that had always been praised by all the tutors and royal families. Somehow, just looking at your handwriting had already sent suspicion to Hyungwon and he knows that something was up. You would never do such thing unless something or someone has sparked your interest.
Reading the letter one last time, Hyungwon couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “Sire! Where are you going?” The nervous shrieks from Hoseok’s butler was the last thing that everyone needed to hear. Bursting out the room was a huffing Hoseok with a bag in his hand and clothes completely changed. “Neither of you are going to stop me, alright?! I’m going to look for my sister and bring her back here even if it’s the last thing that I do!”
Hyunwoo immediately lets go of his mother and scrambles to his own feet, stopping Hoseok from doing such capricious decisions. He knew that Hoseok’s emotions would take a hold of him, making him do such decisions that could lead him to his own grave. “Let me go, Hyunwoo! I am not going to stay around this blasted house and mope!”
“Hoseok! Calm down. Nothing’s going to happen with you being like this.” Despite Hyunwoo’s remarks, Hoseok just pushes him aside, trudging towards the door only to be tackled down by your father’s men. “Let go of me! I need to look for [y/n] dammit!” Hoseok cried and tried his best to push away the men, only to give up once he broke down.
“Mother,” Hyunwoo couldn’t help but kneel in front of your mother for the first time, “please give us the permission to go and seek out [y/n]. We’ll leave at dawn and if you want, we can bring some men with us to keep you at bay. Mother, this is the only thing that I beg of you—“
“I’m sorry, dear, but I can’t allow you. I can’t bear the thought of losing two of my oldest son, especially during this bloody war against the other nation.”
“It seems the Witch of the North has cast a terrible curse on you.” Jooheon mutters before eyeing you from head to toe once more. “You can free me from the curse, right?”
“Sadly, I cannot. Only Minhyuk can break that spell, [y/n].” Jooheon apologetically looks down to his feet. It has been an hour ever since you’ve arrived at their house. “I can’t go back like this…. Jooheon, please take me in as your assistant. Let me stay here for a while until I figure out how to break the spell.”
Changkyun glances over at Jooheon, who was in deep thought, then back at the cute little you. “Hey, [y/n].” Seeing how your ears perked up the moment he called your name, he was sure he wants to keep you in his pockets. “Can you pass me some firewood?”
Being the obedient daughter that you are, you grabbed two firewood and hand it over to Changkyun without much thought. “Wait, is that your heart Jooheon?” your eyes glowed in curiosity, eyeing out Changkyun when he stepped out of the burnt wood, only change into a tiny flame with a heart sagging beneath him.
“It is, and [y/n], you can stay here as long as you want and Changkyun, please do make sure nothing goes out of hand. I think I shall take my leave, now.” Without glancing a look at you, Jooheon was already at his door, twisting the doorknob until it turned black. The sight of a black void was something that amazed you truly, wondering where it would take you. Jooheon didn’t think twice but to throw himself inside the void before turning into something else.
The sound of a ‘click’ echoed through the whole house and the only thing you could hear was wood crackling from being burnt by Changkyun. “Aren’t you famished from your journey?” Totally caught off guard, you couldn’t but be honest with him. “I actually am.”
“Go and get the skillet pan over then and cook yourself some bacon and eggs…”
author’s note: i hope you guys liked/enjoyed reading the second part of this fanfic of mine. if you guys want to like send some suggestion or feedbacks, they are all welcome and appreciated. anyways, credits to the owner for the gif and i apologize for any grammatical errors. enjoy!
@joohoneymoney I hope you have an amazing birthday today! Here’s another present for you since the first part was just too early xD I hope you like it! <3
This one’s near and dear to my heart. A second part will possibly be posted if there’s interest. :)
“We’re gonna get you a DFMO!”
You took a sip of your wine cooler as you raised an eyebrow, gaze flickering to your best friend who was sitting on his spacious couch. You were already a little buzzed from the drinks you’d had, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his words.
“Harry, what the fuck is a DFMO?” You asked, an amused smile coloring your lips as plopped yourself down on the couch beside him. He rolled his eyes playfully, mischief glimmering in his eyes.
“Dance floor make out. Because you, m’dear, are desperately in need of one!”
“Am not!” You argued, delivering a swift punch to his bicep. He pretended to cringe, but only laughed.
Ehehehe I had just finished reading a book when I thought about this idea. For some strange reason I was also thinking of 50 Shades of Grey (no bondage in this one-shot sorry lol) as well, probably because I was listening to the surprisingly good soundtrack. That and basically Kyungsoo voice porn lol Well, I mean every time Kyungsoo sings it’s like pure sex to my ears. Like holy shite the feels. Kyungsoo bothers me so bad; bothers me in THAT way if ya know what I mean. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one!
P.S. I’m probably just horny af for Kyungsoo and that’s why I wrote this lol
You tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear with frozen fingers who’s nails were painted a chipped mint color from weeks ago, shifting your brown leather sling purse to the side of your hip as you felt your phone vibrate softly. You continued along the busy city sidewalk, practiced enough to walk and read the text message you had received. You acquitted this skill to the fact that you’d been walking with a book in your nose at the same time since you could read. Your petal pink lips parted with intrigue as you read the message:
From: Kyungsoo I just arrived at Fernsby & Dankworth’s. I’ll meet you in the Young Adult Literature section.
You couldn’t help but smile, chuckling at the words, knowing that Kyungsoo had a pretty massive distaste for that genre. He was so quiet and mysterious, yet at the same time you knew all these things about him because he seemed to be open only with you.The two of you, ever since bumping into each other at the massive bookstore, had become inseparable. You didn’t talk constantly like normal people; really, now that you thought about it, you didn’t talk to him hardly at all. Instead, the two of you were content to just be in each other’s presence. It wasn’t a conventional friendship or relationship, but it was perfect and it satisfied you. As you pushed through the massive oak doors of the giant bookstore’s entrance, holding down your skirt from the sudden gust of wind, you thought about Kyungsoo for a moment. You thought about your first encounter with him, when he had silently handed you a book he had just finished reading with a quiet smile on his heart shaped lips. You’d been very shocked at first, since no one hardly ever approached you, a perfect example of a wallflower. You also remember blushing substantially due to the fact that he was such a handsome boy; hands slipping into his pockets as he casually walked away, only to glance back over his shoulder to say that when you finished it to give it back the next time you saw him. You scowled to yourself as you felt your heartbeat quicken from the memory. You and Kyungsoo were strictly friends and you doubted he would ever look at a girl like you. Shaking yourself mentally, you began to ascend the steps to the second floor of the blissfully dusty bookstore, inhaling the musty smell of old and new books. Fernsby and Dankworth’s bookstore had been your most frequent haunt for years, becoming part of your routine to stop by numerous times a week, whether it was to read or just take some time to sip tea with yourself, as well as spend time with Kyungsoo as of recent. You entered the extensive Young Adult Literature section, only to find that he wasn’t there. Frowning to yourself with a shrug, you walked off to another genre, knowing you’d find him somewhere in the store eventually. Padding in your worn brown leather combat boots, you went over to a corner of the store you hadn’t actually been in yet. Strangely, the rows of bookshelves weren’t marked with their genre. Curiosity got the better of you and you walked down the shelves reading the titles with growing revulsion. They were all smut and erotica novels, no wonder the section wasn’t labeled. Glancing up and down the row to check if you were completely alone, you pulled one book from the row, gingerly opening it’s cover. Reading a few pages led to the next chapter, and the next. You were completely engrossed in the strangely appealing sexual literature, that you failed to notice the other person in the row, until a faint chuckle came to your ears. Your head snapped up like a whip, squeaking in shock, “K-kyungsoo!” He smirked over to you, raising a dark eyebrow, “Didn’t know you were into those kind of books too, ____.” You quickly replaced the erotic novel back in its place, pulling your over sized maroon sweater down, stuttering embarrassingly, “I’m not! It’s just…,” you failed to explain yourself much to your chagrin. He pulled one off the shelf for himself, one hand perfectly balancing the book, the other shoved in his pocket, “It looked to me like you were enjoying it quite a bit.” You bit your lip nervously, far past the point of embarrassment, cringing at his every word. He walked slowly towards you, not looking up from his reading, “I think you liked it a lot by the way you were practically trembling.” As his soft voice murmured, you couldn’t help but watch the way his mouth moved over each word. He suddenly spoke again, reading from his book, still approaching you lazily, “Her body shook deliciously as his hands slipped up her thigh, his mouth grazing over her collarbone until his fingers found her aching clothed heat.” You gulped as he seemed to taste the words on his lips, glancing up at you with a smile as he continued, “She moaned wantonly as he slipped two fingers knuckle deep into her soaking core, pumping in and out painfully slow, allowing her to feel the beautiful sliding motion at its maximum.” You felt your own panties begin to get damp as Kyungsoo finally reached where you were standing, caging you against the shelf with his body. His head tilted down as his dark eyes looked at you amused, “Are you getting off at this _____?,” he smirked at you, letting a hand fall to your cheek, “Because, it’s okay if you are. I’m enjoying this little show of yours quite a bit.” His warm palm cupped your cheek as he leaned in close, the pad of his thumb drawing patterns across your lips, and he placed the sensual novel on a shelf by your head. You sucked in a breathe as his beautiful lips moved a hairs breathe from your own, “Her heart began to beat furiously as he leaned in, his warm breathe fanning across her face,” his other hand caught your hip roughly, his voice going an octave lower. “Suddenly it was all tongue and teeth as he tugged at her lower lip, begging she would allow him to ravage and please her completely.” At your breaking point, you gripped the collar of his jacket and brought him to your lips, attacking his plump lips furiously with your own. You felt his chest rumble with laughter, ignoring it completely as you bit his bottom lip angrily, mumbling between kisses, “Dammit Do Kyungsoo, I hate you.” As you assaulted his neck, he threaded his fingers languidly through your hair, tugging as he spoke, “Really? Because I actually think you love me.” You heard him gasp lightly when you sucked at the hollow of his throat, causing a small bruise to grow there. You looked up at him, smirking when you saw his open mouthed and closed eyes expression, daring to unbutton a few of the buttons on his shirt to press wet kisses to his pale chest. You were suddenly pushed back and you looked up to find an annoyed Kyungsoo, his expression also slightly dazed. Looking at his bruised lips and neck made you feel satisfied, that is until he pressed his knee between you legs. You gasped in shock, looking up to find his dark eyes staring so deeply at your own. His hands managed to nimbly slip underneath your sweater, massaging your sides and drawing circles on your hips, causing you to moan his name softly. He leaned down to your ear, biting at it before speaking lowly, “Tell me what you want right now, ____. Do you want what’s in those books?” You could hardly speak, your face heating up at his words. You refused to answer and instead decided to see what he would do to you next, a morbid curiosity aroused you. His eyebrows furrowed, annoyed at you again, “You’re so stubborn, you know that?” You were about to snap back at him when you felt the knee against you soaked heat replaced by fingers. You groaned as he stroked at your folds through your panties, teasing your clit occasionally. He licked his lips, his dark eyes intense, his fingers slowing their work, “What was that ____? I don’t think I heard you right.” You glared silently up at him, grabbing his hand yourself and forcing him to pleasure you better. He smirked at this, pressing open mouth kisses to you neck, “You know, this would be easier of you just told me what you wanted.” You were just getting wetter and wetter, wanting him to properly touch you with his rough hands. It was frustrating for you to see him taking this so easily, even though his arousal was poking at your belly. It annoyed you how smooth and indifferent he was acting. You wanted to see an animal, a beast, emerge from that cool facade. You pushed his hand away, slipping off your panties and shorts and bringing your own fingers to your core. You moaned as you inserted two fingers into yourself, making sure to look up at him to see if he was watching properly. You decided to see what would happen if you pushed his buttons. You rubbed at your slick clit with a loud gasp, “Oh yes! Kyungsoo, if only you could touch me like this.” You heard him growl angrily, ripping your hand away from pleasuring yourself and pinning your arms above your head. He crushed his lips into yours roughly, shoving his tongue into your mouth and ravaging you completely. You moaned your appreciation as he pulled his mouth from yours. He stepped back, shifting his jacket off and unbuttoning his shirt slowly. You bit your lip as he gazed at you with an intense expression, slipping the shirt from his flawless torso and letting it fall in a pile to the floor along with his other clothes. He obviously meant business by the way he basically ripped your sweater and bra off, making your breath pick up in anticipation. He was breathing heavily as well, his chest rising and falling as he stared at your nakedness. Unable to contain himself, he easily hoisted you up and pressed you against the bookcase, attacking your exposed breasts with his mouth. You knotted your hands in his dark hair as he sucked onto one of your hardened nipples, his free hand groping at your ass. As he pleasured your chest, you made sure for him to hear you moaning his name and telling him how badly you wanted it. How much you wanted him inside you. Stroking his ego obviously turned Kyungsoo on, because he abandoned your breasts and guided his member to your entrance, teasing your aching folds as he groaned out, “I’m going to fuck you so hard ____ that you’re not going to be able to walk out of here,” he gripped at your waist as he pushed in the tip slightly, “You’re going to be feeling it for weeks after I’m done with you.” You nodded frantically and he finally succumbed to need and slowly pushed into you. You gasped out his name when he finally reached the end of his member, fully sheathed within your gripping core. He moaned as well, beginning to shift in and out as your walls sucked him back in each time. His thrusts were powerful and controlled, knowing from reactions just where you wanted him to hit you. The bookcase shook slightly with each thrust as his hips flicked up into you, the feeling of his dick inside of you overwhelming your senses. You groaned out as he mumbled hotly into your neck, “You like that? I’m giving you something better than anyone in those books could ever do to you.” His own moans were beautiful, slightly musical and deep in his throat. Every time you would snap your hips to meet his, his moans would sound like he was singing. It was probably the hottest thing you’d ever heard and it went straight to your slick heat that he was currently punishing with pleasure. You both groaned as your ends approached, your bodies slick with sweat and dotted with bites and bruises. You grasped his hair desperately as you gasped his name over and over and clung to his shoulders like a lifeline. His thrusts became dangerously frantic as you finally found your release. You yelled out his name as your orgasm swept through you, causing you to clench around his member tightly. He groaned your own name loudly as your tightened walls milked the release from him, his hot seed shooting into you in thick, powerful spurts. As you both finished riding out your releases, Kyungsoo pressed his sweat slicked forehead to your own, breathing heavily as he mumbled, “Huh. I guess it’d be cliche to tell you I love you right now, but I do.” You laughed and kissed his gorgeous plump lips, “Cliche’s okay if you backed it up with a performance like that. Also, I think you could be an erotic novel writer yourself with the way you spoke to me earlier.” He grinned at you, the quiet boy gone and replaced with a charming smile and laughing eyes, “Then maybe we should meet in this section of the bookstore more often and you can help inspire my writing.”
Michael walked into GameStop as he did every Saturday
walking up to the counter to see his friend and ask about any good deals they
had, while possibly seeing his favorite person, not that she knew he existed.
“Hey, Cal,” Michael said smiling at the tanned boy behind
the counter, Calum’s head snapping up from the football magazine he was reading,
a smirk falling onto his lips.
“You just can’t stay away for one weekend, can you Mike?”
Cal questioned shutting the magazine as Michael rolled his eyes. He knew what
Calum was referring to, trying to hide the small blush forming on his pale
face. “She’s over there looking for Kingdom Hearts if you want to help her.”
“You want me to go talk to her…are you crazy?” he questioned
as Calum sighed rolling his eyes. “You clearly are if you think I have the
balls to talk to her.”
“Michael, for the love of god, go fucking ask if she needs
help,” Calum said throwing his pen at his friend. Michael sighed before looking
around for the wall with the PS2 label above it before walking over seeing the
girl he had been hopelessly crushing over for a month there with her back to
him. She had on a pair of white skinny jeans with a simple, old band tee, arms
covered in bracelets as she hummed to the overplayed pop song being streamed
through the speakers
“Which one are you looking for?” he asked startling the girl
who’s face broke out into a bright smile.
“The first Kingdom Hearts. My sister broke my playstation
with the game still inside and it snapped. This is the only one that said they
have it in stock,” she replied simply as Michael nodded looking around for the
game, eyes scanning the shelves he knew all too well, landing on the case on
the seconds shelf, reaching up to grab it handing it to her. “Thanks, Michael.”
“H-how do you know my name?” he asked startled not expecting
her to know who he was.
“I asked your friend the other day. I’m y/n by the way. But,
anyways, how’s the Fifa game you bought last week?”
“Great. Want to come over to play it?” he questioned, the
words falling from his mouth before he could think about what he was saying,
his face growing paler as the blood drained from his face. “I-I mean…wow, okay.
You don’t have to. I don’t know where that came from.”
“I’d love to,” she said smiling, his eyes growing wide in
surprise at the fact she agreed. “Let me just pay for this and we can go, if
you want. Unless you were thinking a different day.”
“O-oh, no…today’s great,” he said, the girl nodding as she
walked up to Calum at the from desk placing the game down, a smirk forming on
Calum’s face as he rang in the girl quickly, eyes occasionally flicking to
Michael’s as he stood there blushing.
“Have a great day. Michael, call me if you want to hang out
later,” Calum said as he just nodded in his friend’s direction following the
girl out of the store.
Michael was surprised when he got home to see no one was
there, but quite relieved. He tugged her up the stairs to his room where his
xbox resided, kicking off his shoes as he climbed up onto the bed, y/n climbing
next to him as he handed her a controller.
“I didn’t peg you as someone that would be really into video
games. You’re too pretty for that,” he said, y/n laughing as he blushed
“I have two brothers so the only way I was going to hang out
with them was if I learned to play and eventually it just became a thing for
me,” she said simply, waiting for the game to load so she could pick her team. “Do
you have siblings?”
“No. Only child,” he shrugged, y/n nodded looking over the
boy next to her as his eyes stayed focused on the screen. She’d be lying if she
said she didn’t find him attractive, his jaw line was perfect, bright green
eyes, stubble…she wanted nothing more than to kiss him, run her hands along his
face, and that’s exactly what she did. She turned his head towards her
slightly, gripping his jaw as she pressed her lips to his. He sat there stunned
letting her kiss him as he moved his hand hesitantly to cup her jaw as she
pulled away, biting at his lower lip as she pulled back. “W-what was that?”
“A kiss?” she questioned, head cocked to the side. “Have you
ever kissed someone, Michael?” he shook his head as she bit onto her lip,
taking the controller from his hand and placing it onto the floor before
climbing in his lap. “This will be a stupid question, but have you ever had sex
“No ma’am,” he muttered causing y/n to giggle.
“You don’t need to talk to me as if I’m an adult, Mike. Do
you…want to have sex?” he shifted slightly, a bit uncomfortable, mostly from
the growing erection in his pants. “I don’t want to force you into anything,”
she muttered kissing his jaw loving the way his stubble ran across her skin. “Tell
me if you want me to stop.” She kissed down his neck, his hands finding her
hips as he moaned feeling her teeth nip at his skin.
“I don’t want you to stop,” he muttered as she pulled back,
pulling his shirt off before pushing him back onto the bed, running her hands
up his body as she slowly rotated her hips against his, his moans getting more
desperate as he craved her touch. He wanted her to touch him, run her hands
over his body, have her kiss every inch of his skin. “Fuck, don’t do that. I’m
going to cum in my pants.”
“What do you want me to do, Mikey? Tell me what you want.”
He moaned loudly watching her pull her top off, reaching behind her back to
unclasp her bra, tossing it to the side, gripping at her breasts, flipping her
hair to the side as he watched her, not even sure what he wanted. “I could
start with a blow job,” she said slipping her hand down into her pants, rubbing
at her clit as she let out a shaky breath, “or we can skip to the main event.”
“W-what about you?” he asked, his fingers teasing her skin.
“This is your first time. It’s about you, baby.” She climbed
off of him, pulling off her jeans and panties before going to tug off his pants
and boxers, ignoring the fact he had ninja turtle boxers on, the poor boy
probably not thinking he was going to get it in that day. “Have any condoms?”
“N-no,” he muttered as she giggled going into her bag to
pull one out. “You just carry them around?”
“Only on Saturdays,” she said, a smug smirk on her face as
she tore open the wrapped, pulling out the rubber before rolling it onto his
length. She climbed up onto him straddling his waist. “Tell me if this is too
much for you, too fast, okay?” He nodded his head as she lined him up with her entrance, slowly sinking down as he moaned, gripping her hips tightly holding
her in place.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered, y/n chuckling as she stopped
her movements, moving as slow as humanly possible until they were skin to skin
letting him get used to the feeling of her around him before slowly lifting her hips, letting her fall
again, his entire length inside of her as they both moaned, the speed of her
movements picking up as she placed her hands on his chest for leverage helping
to get a better angle and move easier. His breathing quickened as his grip on
her tightened again, the feeling of wanting to cum overcame him as he released
into the condom, y/n slowing her movements as she lifted her hims removing him
from inside of her, her body falling to the side of his bed as he got up to
dispose of the condom climbing back into the bed. “So…”
“So?” she asked curling into his body.
“Is this…a one time thing?” she sighed sitting up looking
“Not unless you want it to be. Quite frankly, I like you, you’re
different, and you’re absolutely adorable,” she said running her hand through
his hair. “But god damn, it took you long enough to talk to me.”
Pairings- Bucky Barnes x Reader. Make that Awkward!Bucky Barnes x Reader
The library, Bucky decided, had certainly grown
since 1939, which was when he had last used it- or so he thought, he
was never a frequent library goer. It was strange, how that the
building had aged, and equally strange that it was still being used
for its original purpose.
He had been present during the inauguration of
that particular library. Seeing it still standing felt good, made him
feel less old. Less than his 99 years, anyway. He was going on a
hundred, he remembered with a shudder.
He had taken Steve’s advice to read up a little
on history, especially on what finally happened after the war. But it
was chilling, he thought, to read up on things gone down in history because of him- the
assassination of President John F. Kennedy, for instance.
But he was there, browsing in the history
section, hating himself, hating Hydra, hating the world.
He came upon
an interesting title- History, and What Could Have
Happened. He fingered the spine
and then tugged at it gently…and to his surprise, something tugged
He tugged a little harder, to be met with the
same amount of tugging.
He let the book go, and someone slid it out of
the other side. Through the gap left by the book, he glimpsed a face.
You always enjoyed the sight of watching a pile of bones go up in flames. It meant a job well done. It meant you’d saved others from possible injury or death, it meant you’d let a spirit rest.
You warmed your hands over the fire, the warmth soothing your ice-cold skin. It was a frigid October night in Pennsylvania, and the sun had set hours ago. You were alone, in the dead of night, at a graveyard, just days before Halloween. But you weren’t scared. Nothing had properly scared you for years.
Just as you were thinking that, someone tapped your shoulder, and you jumped. Your heart pounded as you spun around, shotgun held tight in both of your hands. The two tall men took a few steps back, holding up their hands to show they meant no harm.
Are you okay? You saw the shorter of the two say. They were both big, muscular men, much stronger than you, but they had kind faces.
You nodded in response, lowering your gun. You wished you could open your mouth to say something, but you hadn’t been able to form words your entire life. Not with your lips.