let's jut not talk about it


He’s reading as she flits around the room getting ready for bed, he hasn’t read in a long time and is determined to get most of it read tonight, back propped up a bit as his long legs are spread across the mattress. He pays her no mind as she buzzes around the room, gaze not leaving the page as she crawls into bed next to him. He’s completely immersed in the words till she begins unbuttoning his shirt just a bit more.

She had gotten bored cuddled next to him moving instead to lay between his legs her elbows resting carefully on his hips while slender fingers trace over the two little birds. She’s not doing it for attention it’s just something she likes to do, trace them, his tattoos running her finger along the lines trying to feel a difference that isn’t there. He sneaks a glance looking to her face under the book, she’s not smiling or frowning her cheek smushed a bit as she rests her head in her free hand, she looks content it makes Harry feel funny he likes this just being in each other’s company not needing anything more than the comforts of each other’s presence … little does he know …

He returns to the words hand faltering as he turns the page, her nimble fingers cold against his stomach as she unbuttons the rest pushing it away with featherlight touches, she’s going for the butterfly, it’s her favorite one, she’s told him plenty of times before, that and the ferns she especially likes to trace with both hands mirroring the movements of one with the other across the identical ink.

She starts with the antenna to the right tracing the outing ending with the left antenna before running her fingers along the details of the middle. She too caught up with her tracing she doesn’t notice him setting down the book after dog earring the page, keeping his hands at his sides, it’s not hard just letting her do her thing biting at his plush bottom lip watching her touch him like he was some kinda work of art. She traced a finger down dragging it in a lazy circle around his belly bottom before weaving it through the course hairs crowing his boxers. His breathing has picked up a bit, something about the moment making his head swirl and blood begin to relocate.

She doesn’t know what she’s doing to him, starting at the rightmost part of the tattoo and tracing to the left, she feels it then as she shifts to have better access to the other branch, his growing cock, it’s been getting heavy and full with her touching, his lip is abused as he bites it to hold back the sounds. At the first feel she looks up at him shyly, “What’re yeh doin’ hmm?”

She looks back to where her finger is just starting the final tattoo, “I’m just touching you" she responds as her finger begins to move again. He doesn’t respond right away, letting her almost finish,

“Feels good”

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Song or quote:  You are such a perfect little arrangement of atoms
Who: Peter Parker

It had been hours, literal hours of doing nothing but studying for the biology exam on Monday. [Y/N] was about ready to pull out all her hair. Laying on her back in the middle of Peter’s room, she contemplated the money a stripper would make every single night. She had an okay body, if she hit the gym every now and again, she was sure she could make it work. A lot of creeps in New York though, she thought. A lot of risk being a dancer but at the same time, walking home with a little less than a grand a night sounded hella good. 

Peter peeked over his bed, raising a brow at [Y/N]. “Is there a reason why you didn’t answer my question on how much empty space is in an Hydrogen atom?”

[Y/N] groaned, grabbing her notebook and placing it over her face. “Can we just stop? We’ve been talking about atoms forever now.” 

He chuckled, “Come on, [Y/N]. You told me you wanted to get a good grade on this exam and you’re not going to if you don’t let me help you.” 

Sitting up, she looked at him. “Just take it for me.”

Rolling his eyes, “Because I physically look like you.” Jutting his pencil towards her, he ushered her to write the problem out. “Go on, calculate it. I’ll be waiting.” 

Mumbling a string of curse words, she scribbled on her notebook and quickly came to the answer, “ 99.9999999999996% “

Smiling, he cheered. “Yes! Great job, [Y/N]. Now calculate it as the size of the earth.” 

Dropping her pencil and her book, she stood up. “No. We’re done, Peter. Absolutely done. I can’t take anymore atom talk, I will seriously blow my brains out. I can’t. I’m so done.” She climbed onto the bed, removing the textbook from his lap, she crawled inside. “Please don’t make me do anymore. Can’t we cuddle for a little bit?” 

Peter bit his lip, it was always hard to tell her no. Wrapping his arms around her, he threw them on his back and sighed. “Fine but just for a little bit and then back to atoms, okay?” 

“Okay but no more atom talk for the next twenty minutes.” Nestling into his chest, she smiled and closed her eyes. 

“You know something?”


“You are the perfect little arrangement of atoms.” 

[Y/N]’s eyes shot open, “You little shit.” She growled before Peter stole a kiss from her lips. 

anonymous asked:

hello!!!! can i request a smut/ fluff (or fluff only if ya don't do smut) where min yoongi's girlfriend is feeling insecure about her body since she is wearing tight clothes (she normally wears loose + her body type is curvyish so larger chest + ass and a bit of tummy chub)& ppl r staring @her (but she thinks its negative) and as yoongi gets jealous and goes down on her she gets super insecure + they do it for the first time with lights on and she doesn't want him to see her stretch marks. TY!!


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“You look fine love, please stop looking at yourself.” Yoongi called out opening the bathroom door. Jutting out your lower lip you looked over at him, the black lace dress that hugged your frame made you feel self-conscious. You looked into the mirror one more, the lace hugging your arms in a long sheer sleeve. The black dress was in two parts, a darker black part was like a body suit hugging your body, the top layer was lace and long sleeved giving you a modest but sexy look. The dress rose around your neck to resemble something of a choker. Your hair was up in loose curls pinned together in a loose fitted bun with a few end strands falling into your eyes and framing your face. Your makeup was light around your base, the eyeshadow was something light to contrast against your face, and your lips were decorated with a light red lipstick. Yoongi chuckled letting his eyes roam over you starting at your feet. The black pumps you had on always seemed to make your legs stand out, his eyes continued upward looking over your plump thighs, how they pressed together, up towards your plump bottom that he knew looked so good but it was covered up sadly. He took notice of your little tummy that you hated, the main topic of discussion was your weight, but he didn’t understand you were beautiful in every way and he wished you would notice what you mean to him. He wasn’t with you for just your looks, it was your heart, your mind, your sexy aura. He just wanted you to know what you did to him, you were different from many other girls, and there was something about you that he couldn’t find anywhere else. You were his rock whenever he needed to be held down, and he was going to give you up because you couldn’t always see your worth, he was there to make it better and help you out along the way how you did him.

He let a deep chuckle slip past his reddened lips. Looking around he slipped inside of the bathroom, wrapping his arms around your waist as his eyes trailed up to your breast and your face that was staring back at him. The slight hint of the dampness there he pressed a soft kiss against your temple as he smiled at you humming.

“You are breathtakingly beautiful. If I didn’t think so, I would have never encouraged you to get that dress or to come with me today. I want you to be confident okay? You’re my girl, and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.” He vowed kissing your left ear as he squeezed you close to him humming.

You were grateful for him, Yoongi had helped you calm down and take deep breaths. He grabbed at your hand making a joke about how you needed to get out before someone came in and caught you. He led you out of the bathroom and down the hallway going back into the restaurant you were both enjoying a date in sitting down with you across the table from him. A lot of people had been staring at you, and you didn’t think it was necessarily a good thing, but in Yoongi’s eyes it was different.

He had seen how those men looked at you, the first thing their eyes went to were your thighs, and then upwards. It infuriated him that you were being stared at like that, and he hated the looks that people gave him afterwards sizing him up and judging him. He bit on his bottom lip trying to keep his anger from spilling out but he would be glad to leave. Of course, you got some glares and looks from other women but he shrugged it off. He didn’t want them, he was never one to judge based on looks. You had been so shy around him and thinking that he wouldn’t fall for you that it drew him in more. He was in love with everything about you from the tiniest baby hair on the top of your head to your biggest toe on your foot. The thought alone made a goofy grin break out on his face as he tilted his head becoming a love-struck kid with a crush.

“What, Min Yoongi?” You asked with a nose wrinkle and a soft smile.

“Did you just call my full name?” He asked you softly, the tone he used made you straighten up as your face heated a few shades, stuttering over your words you tried to explain and Yoongi more than amused he sat back in his seat with that cocky ass smirk crossing his hands together in front of him.

“I. No. See what happened, I just. I wasn’t trying to mean nothing by it. It just sounded really good coming off my tongue.” You fidgeted trying to finish your food as you squirmed lightly in front of him, the dress tickling the middle of your thighs as you wriggled.

“Oh, is that so? Just like when you moan it then huh?” He asked causing you to almost choke on a piece of the fish you had, the smirk that was on his lips became wider as he tucked his lip between his teeth. He blew a kiss at you going back to his food the both of you eating in silence until you were both done.

Yoongi paid for the tab, he gripped at your hand pulling you out of the restaurant and waited for a cab as he held your hand, that is where it seemed to go downhill from there. People passing by gave you looks, and in your mind, everyone that was looking were judging you. Yoongi could tell you had self-doubt and he hated it so much. His anger started to slowly boil over, he could see it too. Some yes, they did judge you but the others, that looked at you with unspeakable thoughts of want. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up with how angry he was becoming. You were his, and you were never going to be anyone else’s because he wasn’t going to let you. Jerking you forward lightly, he pulled you into the cab holding onto you as he looked out of the window barking at the driver where to go. He knew he was acting out, but in the midst of all of this he was annoyed, upset and he wanted to shake sense into you. He was holding himself together, a poised expression covering his burning fire that was inside of him. When you got home he would make sure you knew it, he wouldn’t stop until you knew that you were beautiful, and loved. He was going to make sure you only remembered him and what he could do for you. His mind roamed with endless thoughts of what he could do to you, a tiny smirk ghosting on his lips as he got lost in his thoughts.

Arriving to your place, Yoongi paid for the fair, pulling you gently out of the cab he walked with you towards your apartment since he didn’t want to go back to the dorms today. Knowing the guys would be in, he wanted to make sure no one interrupted his plans with you. Yoongi grabbed at your keys unlocking your door, and you sat there wondering idly why he had been so distance, you knew he had to revolve around you and feeling guilty for not being able to hold yourself up you beat yourself up, escaping to your cruel thoughts that only harmed you and never helped you. Once you were inside, you took off your heels, and Yoongi took off his shoes as well and loosened his tie. You were about to walk past him but Yoongi gripped at your waist pushing you against the wall. His hand on your waist, he leaned close to you, slowly he inched, his breath cascading on your features and fanning your face as he continued to lean close. The world seemed to stop around you two, his eyes fluttered close slowly and his lips met yours causing your own eyes to shut. His lips pressed against yours with want and need. Each searing kiss left you breathless and clinging onto him to get more. His hands moved to trap your body against his. Yoongi could feel something spark inside of him, holding you close like this, feeling your hands come up his broad chest to tangle into his soft black locks. It was driving him on edge. He let his hands go down farther slowly, flicking across your bottom lip for entrance and when you gave it to him he slowly let his tongue enter into your mouth, his tongue roaming your mouth, over the insides of your jaw and the roof of your mouth. His tongue took the time to roam over your tongue and teeth, the kiss becoming sloppy somewhat but neither of you cared. Yoongi sucked on your tongue, pulling the wet muscle into his mouth before he would pull back with a pop smiling down at you. He pulled back to pick you up bridal style knowing that you didn’t like it because you felt you were too heavy for him, when he was stronger than you gave him credit for. You wanted to tell him not to, but when he was in this mode you knew better than to go against his word. Yoongi placed you on your king-sized bed, turning on the light to shine in the darkened room, he walked towards you, helping you sit up so that he could slowly take your dress off as his lips met against yours again in a slow dance. You reached up, trying to find the light switch so that you could turn the light off. Yoongi noticing this stopped your hand and pulled back from you causing you to give a puzzled look.

“But we always do it with the lights off..” You said softly feeling unsure in yourself.

“Not today, I want to see you baby.” Yoongi stated reaching his hand down to comb through your wild locks, with his anger died out he just wanted to treat you like a queen and make you focus on only him.

“I don’t know Yoongi-“ You stated even more nervous and he shushed you humming.

“Either you will, or we won’t have sex at all until you’re ready.” Yoongi stood his ground giving you an ultimatum looking in your eyes. He waited you out staring at you letting you decide what you wanted to do. After some time, you sighed, nodding your head as you gave in.

“Okay..  We can try it.” You said softly. You knew you had so much to lose, in your mind anyways. What if he didn’t like what he saw? What if it repulsed him so much that he stopped? Yoongi didn’t leave you alone with your thoughts too much, he helped you stripped down slowly until you were laying on your back in nothing under him. He gave a soft smile, stepping back he stripped for you as well, creating a puddle of clothes on the floor he crawled on the bed spreading your legs wide. He started at the crook of your neck and going downwards he pressed multiple kisses and hickeys onto your body, marking you as his. Your skin throbbed at the places you were bitten at or sucked on, and he made sure that with every hickey he made you whimper in pleasure. His mouth descended to paint your breast with his love bites and he kissed over your stomach, moving your hands that tried to hide your stretch marks. Yoongi licked over your stretch marks kissing them and letting his fingers brush against him as he nuzzled your stomach trying to be cute. It caused you to laugh and cringe, his whole face lit up seeing you smile even if it cost him his manly imagine. He spread your legs wide, his tongue circling around your heat. He pressed soft kisses against your soaking wet pussy. He let his tongue flick out against your clit, wrapping his lips around it soon after he gave you a few harsh sucks letting his tongue flick up and down around the wet pert bud. His nose inhaled your essence causing his mouth to water more as he focused on getting you off.

He moved to shove his tongue inside of your heat as well, curving it and instantly finding your spot because it had been mapped out in his head. His fingers came up to thrust in and out of you while others brushed against your wet clit, he was stretching you out and getting you ready for him. The sounds of you crying out in pleasure and clutching the sheets above your head for him, made his blood rush south and he was becoming needier for you by the second. His tongue changed paces from quick to slow, building you up and tearing you down until you were a begging mess under you. He pulled back rubbing your clit with two fingers.

“Tell me you’re beautiful.” He stated and you looked at him like he had just offended you, he smirked lazily slowing his fingers down before plunging two inside of you working you up.

“I. Can’t do that.” You struggled to get out between your moans. Yoongi let his fingers scissor you at a relentless pace before he pulled them out and tapped your clit, bringing you down from your high only to plunge his fingers back inside of you.

“Can’t or won’t?” He asked you as he repeated the same thing. You wanted to challenge him and see how long he would keep this up. First the lights now this? You shook your head thinking that if you could angle your hips you would make yourself cum. But Yoongi was smart giving you shallow thrusts and missing your spot completely teasing you and leaving you hanging at the same time.

“OKAY YOONGI! I’m beautiful!” You whined softly not liking the teasing game that he was playing with you.

“Good girl.” You cooed out removing his fingers from your heat. He sucked on his fingers as he moved to get between your legs aligning himself with your entrance. He kissed your lips slowly leaning over you as he sunk into your heat causing a moan to slip from both of your hips.

He held his hips steady letting you adjust to him, and once he felt you had, he started to slowly thrust in and out of you, letting you relish in the feeling of him stretching you. He was thick, and you loved it so much to feel it inside of you. Your hands moved down to grab at his hips and pull him closer, your eyes locking for a time as you took a deep breath. Yoongi leaned down to pepper your face in kisses gently chuckling at how needy you were being. He gripped at your hands with his gently moving them up above your head so that he could pick up the pace starting to slowly slam in and out of you. Your wet pussy wrapped around his walls, the juices sliding down from your slick folds onto his balls and the sheets under you. He shuddered enjoying the pleasure, hips meeting and rocking against one another. Your mind was going blank with just thoughts of him, his name rolling off your tongue as he fucked you slowly against the mattress. His speed picked up, drawing out with you looking so needy under him. He started to slam harshly into you causing the bed to shake as your hips met and touched one another. The sounds of your sex could be heard bouncing off the quiet wall, the room becoming hot as you grinded against each other on the sheets. Yoongi pressed his forehead against yours whispering a soft ‘I love you’ as he looked into your eyes. Freeing one of his hands he reached down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts helping to aid you.

“Yoongi- I’m going to cum.” You breathed out looking at him with water wetting your eyes from how good it felt.

“You know better.” He hissed in a deep voice leaning down to bite your bottom lip.

“Daddy can I please cum? Please daddy!” You begged as you felt your slick walls tightening around him, it wouldn’t be long and you knew it. Yoongi at first didn’t give in and listen to you, slamming his hips against yours pressing against your spot over and over again, but after seeing you convulse under him, he nodded his head burying his face in your neck. With the okay your eyes drifted shut as your hips snapped up to meet his pace, relishing in the feeling of him touching you and being inside of you, in no time you were cumming on his shaft spilling your essence out. Yoongi groaned biting on your soft flesh, giving you a few more pumps before he pulled out to stroke himself off letting it coat the lower part of your stomach. He hummed gently pausing above you to catch his breath.

Once he was calmed down he went to the bathroom to get a warm towel wiping you off with it. He made sure you were clean and put it into the dirty hamper moving to climb back on the bed and hold. Yoongi didn’t have to say much in the silence you knew that he loved you and he cared, so you stayed there in his arms letting him play in your hair until your eyelids were getting heavy and you were falling asleep.

Mile High | Taeyong

Warning: Strong language, Smut

Word count: 1930

Originally posted by nakamotens

I slumped into the hard, faux leather chair while shoving my earbuds into my ears. Music slowly started to fill my mind and I was at ease once again. I looked around the gate, my eyes scanning over every person. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the chair, waiting for the flight attendant to board my plane.

I was on my way back from Japan, where I went to visit what I had thought was my boyfriend. Only to walk in on him and another girl which then proceeded to cancel any and all plans I had for this trip and buy the first ticket back home. What a prick. I grew angry just thinking about him, and secretly thanked the flight attendant when she pulled me out of my thoughts.

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jasperjoordan  asked:

Hey, Jade! Congratulations on the 4k, I wish you at least 4 times that number for the next celebration. How about Bellarke +' you keep elbowing me in your sleep because you're restless and now my ribs are bruised but I would never say so'

“Are you sure no one hit you there?”

Bellamy sighs, his head falling down to the pillow. “You really know how to kill the mood, don’t you.”

Clarke folds her arms at his comment. Sure, she’d started this encounter by straddling him in his tent and pulling his shirt off, but then she noticed the small bruise on his ribcage. And everything else had taken a backseat.

Still perched on his middle, she insists, “I just want to know who did it. You had the same bruise in the same spot last week.”

“I told you it’s nothing.” His expression gives nothing away.

She frowns, at least until he props himself up on one elbow and starts mouthing at her neck, at which point all she can do is tilt her head up helplessly and let him. Her thoughts are a downward spiral from there.

At some point some time later, while she’s on top of him and they’re moving together, she runs her hand down his chest again, and he flinches away slightly, just enough that she stops again.

Wide-eyed, she asks, “Just tell me, how much does it hurt?”

“Clarke, I cannot believe you’re asking me this right now,” Bellamy says in a strangled voice. Clarke takes his face in her hands and forces him to look at her. 

“I just want to know if you’re okay,” Clarke murmurs. “And if you’re not, I need you to tell me.” Bellamy’s eyelashes flutter before he simply nuzzles his cheek against her collarbone and nods.

She runs her finger down his skin until it gets to his ribs, to the bruise, and he shudders.

Clarke removes her hand. “It does hurt, doesn’t it.”

He grabs her hand and presses it against his chest instead. “Yes,” he says hoarsely, looking her in the eye, “Sometimes, it hurts.”

She knows he isn’t talking about the bruise. They’ve been together for years, but the love she has with him still gives her a beautiful kind of ache in her bones.

Clarke leans down and kisses him, and lets it drop.

In the morning, she wakes up because she hears Bellamy’s quiet hiss of pain.

She opens her eyes immediately and becomes aware of her own bodily situation. In her sleep, her elbow has extended out, jutted into his ribs, right where…

“It was me,” she realizes in horror, bolting up into a sitting position. “I did that to you!”

He sits up as well, and she can’t even enjoy the way his curls are mussed from her hands, or how handsome he looks in the sunlight that filters through the material of their tent, because she’s feeling so guilty.

Bellamy, however, looks amused. “Clarke. It’s okay.”

“You should have told me. I’ve been leaving bruises on you!”

“So it’s a hickey.” His eyes sparkle. “More or less.” Clarke puts her head in her hands in mortification, and he gently pries them away, kisses her instead. She lets him.

“Please don’t let me do that to you anymore,” she whispers when he leans away. “Just wake me up next time.”

“Alright,” he agrees so easily she knows he’s lying. She glares at him.

“If I see that bruise again, I’m going to sleep somewhere else from now on.”

Bellamy looks alarmed. “Alright.”

“I can’t fall sleep if I know I’m hurting you,” she admits, and his eyes soften immediately. He reaches out and takes her hand.

“Alright,” he promises, and this time Clarke knows he’s telling the truth.

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Seventeen’s s/o being sulky when mad // reaction

When you’re mad at your boyfriend, a Seventeen member, you tend to be a bit… sulky. And it’s obvious. How would Seventeen react to you pouting and ignoring them when they try to apologize?

Requested by anon. Thank you for requesting this idea because the amount of cuteness Seventeen would show to their sulky s/o made me die inside omg. Enjoy <3

Feel free to request scenarios and reactions on my page :)


Seungcheol would obviously be worried about his girlfriend ignoring him, but when he sees you pouting, he’s gonna m e l t at all of the cuteness. He’ll fight your sulkiness with a lot of his own aegyo because he knows you’re a sucker for that shit lol come on it can’t be just me. If you’re still not reacting to his cute gestures, then prepare yourself for t0ns of skinship. He’d figure that flustering you with a hand to your waist to pull you into his embrace could break your sulky spell. When you finally forgive him, Seungcheol would give you a heavy peck on the cheek and grin in satisfaction.

Originally posted by jeongcoups17


Jeonghan would be a little confused by your sulky behavior at first, but as soon as he realizes you’re ignoring him because you’re mad, he’ll start to get a little concerned. As much as he’d want to give you space to sort it out yourself, he can’t help but want to bother you and keep talking to you until you answer him. At the sight at your pout, he’ll smile and say something along the lines of “aw come on, don’t be like that.” While you’re busy ignoring him and doing something else, Jeonghan will probably hug you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder. Expect to hear a thousand and one apologies as he rocks you side to side in his arms hasddfskj. As soon as you give into his annoyingness, he’ll probably squeeze you tighter in the back hug and be like “thank god, I thought you were serious this time.”

Originally posted by zhar1004


He’ll probably be pretty quiet when you give him the silent treatment and walk away. Josh would want to give you some space so that your anger can die down naturally. However, the situation would worry him to the point that he’ll have to speak up about it. Having enough of the silence, Josh would cautiously tap your shoulder with a finger and ask you if you wanted to talk it out. You continue to give him the cold shoulder, but Josh won’t give up so easily. He grabs your hand as you walk away, and you turn your face towards him, revealing a tiny pout on your lips. He smiles softly at you. “Hey, you can’t be mad at me forever,” Josh shakes his head. You break out in a smile because goddamnit he’s righT. I can see him hugging you for a long time afterwards.

Originally posted by randomjoshua17


Jun is probably gonna be super concerned when you start to ignore him a lot. Like a lot of the members, he’ll try to play off his nervousness with a lot of talking, like, “y/n are you okay? Please talk to me :(” When you finally pout for him, he realizes that this is just one of your moody moments, so a little bit of weight is lifted off his shoulders. Jun would then come up to you and give you nice hug and kiss on the cheeks to brighten up the mood. You melt at the gesture and let go of your mini grudge, pooling into a blushy mess. “I knew it would work. It always does,” Jun smirks at you, satisfied.

Originally posted by theoneandonlylioness


SOONYOUNG WILL AEGYO THE SHIT OUT OF YOU ISTG. “hey y/n, I’m sorry~,” he juts out his bottom lip in a pout. “Please forgive me?” You walk away and Soonyoung laughs as he follows you. He makes the flower pose and jumps in front of you to stop your tracks. “How about now,” he grins. This boy will literally use every kind of aegyo pose out there just to get you to talk to him again. He’ll eventually surprise you with your favorite kind of aegyo and be like “Jagi, you’re just making me sad now,” as he hides his worry behind a cute smile. Being the type to quickly forgive, you smile to the ground and lightly push him on the shoulder. Soonyoung squeezes you in a hug and swiftly kisses your cheek. “There’s my happy y/n,” he smiles.

Originally posted by performanceunit


When you ignore him the first time, you won’t notice anything on Wonwoo’s face, but internally he’s thinking “… what did I do wrong???” So he follows up on you immediately, holding your shoulder lightly and asking if you wanted to talk/an apology if he knows what he did. If you tug away again, he sURE AS HELL is going to tug you back quickly so that you’re facing him. You pout and Wonwoo smirks. “You’re just being sulky again, aren’t you?” he says lowly before pulling you closer. “C’mon, don’t be like that.” His charming smile gets to you like always and you give up. “Fine whatever,” you roll your eyes at him and try to hide a smile. He pecks your cheek softly and continues smirking because this sLY MOFO ISTG.

Originally posted by squishteen


Jihoon is one to freak out when you start to ignore him, no matter how many times he’s encountered your sulky mood before. He’ll follow you around for a little while, calling your name and apologizing. But when given no response from you, Jihoon is going to have to go to his last resort: aegyo. He sighs and purses his lips before coming up to you and acting all cute in silence (refer to the gif). Your sulky mood breaks and you can’t help but laugh at the lil cutie, and with that, Jihoon knows that his asS hAs bEen sAveD. He pulls you in for a warm hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Oh god, don’t make me do that again,” he mumbles.

Originally posted by hoshi-ssi


He’d be pretty worried about you not responding to him the moment you start. Seokmin would observe you from afar and notice a small but obvious pout on your face. And at the sight of this, he’ll probably start laughing at you and you’d look back at him like wtf? Seokmin would then approach you and take your hand to get your full attention. “Jagi, are you being sulky again?” he’d ask with a smile bRIGHTER THAN THE SUN. You look down to avoid his grin, but his finger tilts your chin upwards so that your eyes meet. “I’m sorry, jagi. Please forgive me~” he chimes cutely. A smile creeps onto your face and Seokmin’s grin only widens. He then pulls you in for a lazy hug and smiles into your hair whilst rubbing your back in comfort.

Originally posted by visual-17


Mingyu wouldn’t be too worried the first time you push him aside, just because he’d think it’s another one of your jokes on him. But after a couple of failed attempts to get you to talk to him, he’ll get pretty concerned. While you’re sitting at a table, Mingyu will sit in front of you and have this nervous laughter before asking, “uh, are you… really mad at me?” You pout for him and he finally realizes what kind of mood you’re actually in. He’ll lean in closer to you face from across the table. “I get it now,” he grins. You try to turn away but his hand guides your cheek and turns your face in his direction again. “Y/n~ I’m sorry~ I love youuu and you know that~” he says cutely, breaking your spell. Mingyu takes a finger and pokes your cheek in reaction to your shy smile.

Originally posted by moncheriwonwoo


Will quirk up a brow at the sight of you ignoring him. Rather than being worried, Minghao would be more curious as to why you’re suddenly acting this way. He’s probably gonna realize what he did wrong when he sees you pouting and being extra. He’d immediately smile and come up to you to squeeze your face in his hands. “Oh god you’re so cute when you’re mad,” he laughs lightly. If you push him away again, Minghao will keep bothering you by being touchy in the ways you’d want him to be ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) until you finally break. “I’m sorry really, but I just love it when you play hard-to-get sometimes,” he says as he holds your hand tightly.

Originally posted by wonnhao


Seungkwan is gonna have that look on his face that kinda says “shit guess I’ll just diE NOW !!!1!1!” when he gets ignored by you. He’ll hesitate to talk to you at first because he doesn’t wanna accidentally say something that’ll make the situation worse. He’d “secretly” follow you around for awhile it’s actually really obvious tho lmfao and then muster enough courage to at least call your name. “uh, y-y/n?” he shakes out of nervousness. You turn around to see Seungkwan standing at a distance. Your visible pout lightens up a smile on Seungkwan’s face because it’S JUST SO CUTE TO HIM, OKAY? It also makes him a little less tense about the situation because he knows you’re not that mad. “I’m sorry, really. Please be happy again,” he whines. When you finally give in, he’ll probably smoosh your cheek against his in a hug and say “don’t scare me like that” with a cute pout.

Originally posted by seungkwa


Hansol would pick up on your mood as soon as you walk into the room and don’t greet him. “Ahh y/n, don’t play this game with me again,” he’ll tilt his head and smile at you as you walk way. But he wouldn’t be that worried because he knows you can be a little moody from time to time. “Hey c’mon. Tell me what’s wrong,” he’d beg while keeping out of your personal space. When he sees you walk away again, Hansol will laugh to himself before coming up to you and turning you around to look into your eyes. “I’ll make it right. Just tell me how,” he’d offer, but your eyes are still not meeting up with his. Hansol pulls you closer, and your faces are now just an inch or two apart. “Jagi,” he says in a lower tone. He knows that word always makes you smile in embarrassment, and right when you giggle in defeat, he pecks your nose lightly and pulls you into a side hug so you can start walking together. “You know, I actually got a little scared this time,” he admits and laughs softly.

Originally posted by jonqins


HIGHKEY STRESSED EVERYTIME THIS HAPPENS TBH. He could have dealt with your sulky-self a million times and he’d still be worried about the status of your relationship when this situation pops up. “Y/n. I’ll fix it. Just tell me what to do. I’ll do anythingggg…” he’d follow you around until he gets your attention. If you decide to look him square in the eyes, annoyed by all of his constant bugging, he’ll see your pout and imitate it because he wouldn’t know what else to do. “I’m sorry, okay? Please don’t make me sad like this. You know I care about you more than anything else.” HE’S SO SOFT I LOVE HIM. Of course the pout is too adorable for you to ignore, so you smile and roll your eyes at Chan. He’ll probably attack you with a tight hug and a thousand kisses in return what a cutie.

Originally posted by donghyunist

All I Need (James Potter x Reader)

“Kiss me,” he begged as you hovered your mouth above his. A smirk formed on your lips as you stayed still, his head raising in a weak attempt to press his lips to yours. You shook your head slightly with a breathy laugh, pulling away and watching as he let out a huff.

“You’re not mine to kiss, James,” you stated as you began to walk towards the window in his room. Just as you reached the windowsill, his warm arms tugged you back into his lean body. His face was buried in the crook of your neck and his lips felt like a feather as they traced across your skin.

“I’m yours right now,” he whispered lowly. You let out a sigh and leaned back into him, your head tilting to the side to allow him better access to your neck. “Even when I can’t be, I’m always yours.”

“But you’re not always mine,” you protested softly, beginning to push out of his grasp. His arms tightened around your frame, keeping you close to him. “You have a girlfriend, James. She’s the one who is supposed to have you.”

“I don’t love her,” he told you.

“Then why are you with her?”

The million dollar question. The one that haunted him day in and day out. The one that popped into his mind whenever he was with her and found his eyes drifting to where he knew you would be.

James Potter was a selfish boy. He was reminded of that every time he found himself sneaking off to your room. Every time he kissed her and thought of how much better, how much sweeter your lips tasted.

James sat at the table behind you in Charms, his head resting on his arms as he watched you mindlessly doodle on a piece of parchment. He was about to quietly snag your attention when someone sat in the seat beside him. He looked beside him, eyes wide from confusion when he noticed the familiar red hair.

“Sirius switched with me,” she explained. “Mentioned something about talking you out of a bad decision. Any ideas as to what that decision might be, Potter?”

“Nothing, love,” he promised as he felt one of her hands rest on his leg.

“Are we on for tonight?” She asked, looking down at him with a small smile. Her smile quickly disappeared as she noticed his confused expression, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to remember the plans he had made. “Don’t tell me you bloody forgot? We’re supposed to be going to Hogsmeade!”

“It was on the tip of my tongue, love,” he reassured her as he sat up, an arm wrapping around her. His lips pressed against the side of her head, her red hair smelling like flowers in the spring; it was nice, but nothing compared to your hair that smelled like honey. James shouted at himself in his mind for allowing himself to compare Lily, his girlfriend, to you, his secret lover. It was inevitable, of course, as you were on his mind more than she was.

Lily let out a hum as she leaned into his side, her eyes flickering over to where his had drifted to.

“Are you and Y/N alright?” She questioned, knowing that things between you and James had been tense for a bit. She felt sorry for him, afterall, you were his closest friend.

“Y-Yeah, we’re fine,” James stammered out as he tore his eyes away from your back. In that moment he wished he could slide into the empty seat beside you and take you in his arms as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

It was late as you sat in your room, your roommates all out and spending time with their current boyfriends. You didn’t mind being alone, however, opting to turn on a record and work through some homework that was due after the weekend.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice rang out through the room as your door burst open.

“James?” You gasped out as you tried to settle your rapidly beating heart. A hand was pressed against your chest as you watched him stumble into your room, a bottle of firewhiskey pressed to his lips as he fell onto your bed.

“What are you doing over there, love?” He quipped as he finished the bottle, an eyebrow raised curiously as he observed how you stood still by your desk.

“Why are you here, James?“ You questioned as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“To see you, of course,” he said with a wink. You rolled your eyes and glared at him.

“Do you want me to fetch Sirius? Perhaps Remus or Lily?”

“Definitely not Lily,” he began quickly, words slurring as he began to sit up.

“And why not Lily?” You asked curiously.

“I told her I was in love with someone else,” he told you honestly. His eyes were distant as he looked at you, a red blush dusted his face from the liquor.

“James,” you began to scold him with a disappointed sigh. “You can’t do that.”

“Do what?” He exclaimed, a hand raising to run through his messy hair. “Tell the girl I’m with that I don’t fancy her? Tell her I’m in love with my best friend?”

“You don’t love me, James.”

“You don’t get to tell me how I feel,” he argued, swaying slightly on the bed. You immediately rushed over, ushering for him to lay back as you removed the bottle from his grip.

“Yeah, well I’m telling you that you’re drunk and confused,” you replied as he watched you with warm eyes.

“Just because I’m tipsy doesn’t mean I don’t love you,” he whispered. One of his hands raised to cup your cheek and he began to pull your face down to meet his. You were about to let him pull you down before your mind began to protest.

“You are far past tipsy, Potter,” you laughed as you pulled away. His hand fell from your face, his bottom lip jutting out to form a pout. “If you remember this in the morning, we’ll talk. No promises that any of this will work out, though.”

“Fine,” James huffed out. “I’ll prove that you’re all I need.”

Marauder’s: A Naughty Fiction (Part 2)


Requested?: No

Prompt: Y/N has always been a student at Hogwarts but has gone through her years practically unnoticed by anyone that caught her eye. This year, she expects that to change. Instead of shoving her nose between the pages of books someone will be begin to take quite the interest in her. Watch her finish off her last year of schooling while fucking around with guys along the way.

Warnings?: Mentions of sex, drugs, alcohol, extreme flirtation

Words: 1,569

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

It was a blinding sun which shone in through my windows, shining down on me from its reflection by the sea. A twitch of my nose and my eyes squinting open, adjusting my position to face away from the bright light.

I heard a giggle.

I flipped over in my bed my eyes now wide open, looking over to Lily’s area of the room. It was her and james, sprawled out together half naked, basking in each others presence.

“Gross.” I said, pulling the covers over my head, sighing to myself.

“Good morning princess!” James said to me, I, rolling my eyes, shoving myself deeper and deeper into my warm covers, remembering the district moaning which kept me awake all night.

“Oh, Lily!” I mocked, moaning. Them both stiffening and looking over to me under my covers.

“Oh yeah, right there James!” I yelled a little louder. I crawled out of my bed, my large shirt fanning around my thighs.

“Lily! Lily I’m about to-” I was cut off by a pillow being thrown at my face and then a strong force tackling me to the floor.

“Lily get off me this instant!” I yelled as she tickled me relentlessly, knowing all the right spots.

“You didn’t hear anything!” She said to me pinning my arms down. “Understood?” She continued, cocking an eyebrow.

“Understood.” I said, she releasing me slowly. I walked toward the bathroom, and just as I turned on the shower I moaned one last time, “I love you James!” and they both raced into the bathroom after me.

It was a busy, loud morning in the great hall. Young students talked amongst themselves, getting to know each other, the older ones all reminiscing on old times. Lily, James, and I walked toward where Sirius and the others were. They both smiling, and me wearing serious bags under my eyes.

I sat down at the table in between Sirius and Remus, Lily and James sitting across from us with Peter.

“Morning.” Remus said, smiling at me, then smiling at Lily and James.

“Morning.” I said back, resting my face on my hand.

“Kept you up all night?” Sirius questioned, gesturing to Lily and James, I just nodded my head.

“Planning on doing anything about it?” He added, smirking at me.

“Killing them, or killing myself.”

“Hopefully neither.” Remus said, them both laughing.

Sirius watched you with a little light in his eyes; Your lashes fluttering up and down, your lips jutting out effortlessly, a little smirk on your face each time Potter made a joke or you thought of something humorous.

“Enjoying the view?” You asked.

“Indeed.” Sirius looked away smiling, sipping his tea. He subconsciously put his hand down atop your knee cap. You were startled at the feeling, but let it sit where it was, no harm in a little human touch, right?

Everyone continued to talk, blabbing on and on about this year’s curriculum, prank ideas, and parties.

“We should have a beginning of the school year party.” Sirius blurted, obviously excited.

“Good idea.” Potter added.

“We should mix houses… no slytherins though.” Said Remus.

“Whats a party without slytherin?” You asked, biting your lip, thinking about every eligible bachelor in the house.

“No slytherins.” Sirius said, slightly angry.

“Ugh, why not?” You asked, looking up at him, pouting your lip slightly, now resting your hand on his thigh.

“Because I just don-” He said, stopping suddenly, looking at your pout then eyes flickering down to your hand, in taking a sharp breath. “I just don’t like them…” He continued, as you moved your hand higher and higher.

“Please?” You pleaded, sticking out your lip a little bit more.

“Fine.” He said, defeatedly, resting his head on his hand, you haulting your movement on his thigh, leaving it there, four inches below his crotch.

The word about the party got around, very fast. Fifth years and up we’re the only ones invited, every house, every gender, everyone. People were coming up to you frequently, knowing you had something to do with it. The Marauders Beginning of Course Party, everyone had to be there. So, countless people asked the dress code, the theme, and what to bring. Others, were asking you if you had a date, you said no each time, but you didn’t necessarily want to have one. You we’re starting to have a liking for Sirius, but you didn’t want any sort of a relationship right now. Maybe a few hookups, and it seemed tonight was a perfect night for one.

The dress code for the night was casual, so that’s an excuse for all girls to dress promiscuously, but, I had to look the best. I adorned a deep red, off the shoulder, tight crop top, exposing my belly button and cinched waist. High waisted denim jeans gripped onto my hips tightly, and exposed my curves for everyone to see. I wore standard black chuck taylor’s on my feet, I was never really one for heels. I kept my makeup minimal, and my hair was lying naturally and effortlessly around my shoulders and down my back. I was ready.

When I walked into the room not only were guys mouths watering, but girls as well. I sauntered over to the drink table and grabbed a tall, plastic cup of alcoholic butterbeer. I smiled at the warm, sugary taste at the tip of my tongue. I jumped a little when a pair of hands settled around my waist, only to push me out of the way.

“Y/N.” A familiar voice said, grabbing the same drink as I did.

“Regulus!” I yelled happily, pulling him into a hug. “Missed you!”

He smiled lightly, winking at me, kissing my cheek. You and Regulus had a thing a year back, but his mother found out about the two of you, and she was not happy about her son dating a failed Slytherin.

“And me as well, you look ravishing.” He said nicely, obviously feeling guilty for not ignoring his mother’s wishes.

You both talked back and forth to one another, but something seemed familiar about him. His eyes? No. His smirk? Yes, it was oddly similar to… And speak of the devil, a hand fell lightly on your shoulder, moving to your waist.

“Evening Y/N.” Sirius whispered into your ear, gripping tightly onto you.

“Sirius.” Regulus said in disgust, eyeing him up and down.

“Oh, hello Regulus, didn’t see you there, introducing yourself to Y/N?” He asked cockily, giving him back the same glare.

Sirius straightened his posture, shoving his hand into your back pocket, practically having a staring contest with his, as you’ve figured out, brother.  

“I could ask you the same Sirius, but alas, me and Y/N already know each other very well.” He said back, putting emphasis on the ‘very’.

Sirius stiffened, and brought you even closer to himself.

“Do you now?” He asked, glaring at him.

You decided to interrupt the two, not wanting anything to have to go down between the two of them.

“Oh Sirius, me and Regulus used to date a while ago, nothing serious though.”

“Obviously not.” He countered. His eyes like daggers burning into him.

Regulus stiffened up, “Well, I’ll just be going.”

“Sounds like a good idea.” Sirius says back.

After he’s left and Sirius is done staring him down, he smiles at you, giggling slightly.

“Jealous are we?” I asked, teasing him.

“Pshh, no!” He said, undeniably trying to hide the fact.

You rolled your eyes, and grabbed his hand, finding the rest of your friends and sitting down on the couch.

Sirius places you atop his lap, resting his head on your shoulder, as everyone in the circle passed around a slim joint. You liked it, him wrapped around you, but still you felt as if he was getting more attached to you than you were to him, and this year was your year for messing around.

He shoved his head into your neck slightly.

“Sirius, that tickles!” You squealed, and he just burrowed further in.

His hands wrapped around your waist, protectively, his lips pressing tenderly to your neck.

The joint was passed to you, you looked down at it with concern and question. You relaxed into Sirius, and took a deep inhale. You grabbed his face from your neck, and released the smoke into his mouth. His eyes widened, but he blew the smoke off to the side. He looked into your eyes, and you looked into his, and your lips slowly collided into one another, moving in synch.

You tasted the bitterness of the weed, and the sweetness of the butter beer. His tongue inside your mouth, sweeping along the insides of your cheeks, massaging your tongue with his. He reached his hand up to your cheek as you wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling at the hair at the nape.

“Gross.” You heard Potter say, Lily grabbing his face and kissing him as well.

Remus and Peter looked at each other sadly, and wrapped themselves into each other’s embrace.

The party was dying down, Remus lay completed stoned, sprawled out along the floor. Peter was asleep on the couch and Lily and Potter had made their way up to your room sometime ago. You and Sirius sat on the couch, enjoying each other’s presence. Then, you stood up, a cocky smirk on your face, your eyes droopy and red. You old him to lead you up to his room.


Diana exhaled a shaky breath, before ringing the doorbell. Despite herself, she smoothed down her dress, fiddled with the zipper on her leather jacket, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and then untucked it again to curl loose and coppery over her forehead. Fussing over her appearance. The self-loathing swelled beneath her tongue, even if she knew looking pretty would help.

the last twenty four hours she had stripped the black dye from her hair, removed three ear piercings and found a more adult version of the white dress Lucille always used to like her wearing. Soft. Soft and pretty and innocent.

Her hands dropped as if scalded when the door opened. It wasn’t Lucille.

The man in front of her was handsome, buttoned up in a three piece suit, and entirely too sharp to be Lucille’s normal brand of toy. She recognized him from the Instagram photos as Tristan de Silva – the newly beloved husband. Dark curls, rich, playboy. Absolutely not Lucille’s type at all. He raised a brow without his hands faltering over the tie he was knotting.

“Is Lucille around?” she asked.

His steel-blue eyes gleamed at the question, his head tilting as he looked her up and down. Making no attempt to hide it whatsoever. “You’re Diana Michaels.”

Diana squared her shoulders, jutting her chin up. “You’ve heard of me?”

“Lucille’s Diana - my wife talks about you all the time.”

Another stab of rage, of panic, shot through her at that. Her knees turned weak and her heart pounded in her chest, but she simply flashed him a smile. “And you’re Tristan De Silva. Congratulations to both of you, I’m sure you’ll be very happy together. Is she in?”

He stepped aside to let her past him, making a vague hand gesture of welcome. “She’s in the bedroom getting ready, if you want to wait.” He shut the door behind them and held out a hand to accept her jacket next, flashing a positively charming smile right back. His eyes didn’t warm up even a fraction.

“Is she going to be long? It’s kind of urgent.” She didn’t want to shrug her jacket off – it felt rather like facing Lucille without battle armour, and she felt outnumbered and exposed enough already.

“She’ll be down in a minute.” He continued to study her with a hungry sort of curiosity, a clinical amusement perhaps even, arm still out for her jacket.

She dumped it into his hand, unable to feel sorry that she was probably intruding on their night. He looked ready to be out the door at any moment, a tornado of tailoring and Hugo Boss. Why had Lucille married him? They’d looked genuinely smitten in the photographs, but that could have been the Lucille Wolverton ™ filter on top of whatever else she decided to edit with. Surely they weren’t actually in love?

He’d called her Lucille’s Diana.

“You said she talks about me a lot,” Diana tried to fish, nauseously. “…what does she say exactly?”

“The type of thing that makes me wonder what you’re doing on our doorstep, out of the blue, when the two of you haven’t spoken for…five years is it? Champagne?”

Champagne. This was definitely Lucille’s house. Everything about Lucille Wolverton, appearance-wise, was like champagne and it was the only alcohol she drank. Pale gold hair, hazel eyes that seemed gold in the right light, golden skin. Light and floaty to an acquaintance, intoxicating and potentially lethal if you had a bit too much of her.

Diana studied him back, carefully, trying to figure out how much he knew about his wife. About everything. Lucille’s type was soft – attractive, yes – but soft. Enamoured. Or so she’d thought, or so it had been five years ago.

“Well,” he said when she didn’t speak. “I’m having champagne. Come on.” Somehow, as he swept prowling away into their kitchen, she followed. “Sit.” A bottle of champagne was fished out of the fridge, popped, and frothed into three flutes. He held hers out to her.

“Thank you,” she said.

She could hear moving upstairs, the strains of quiet singing, music. Classical. She looked around the kitchen as she took a sip, scanning her gaze over glossy cookery books and paintings. It was pristine. Of course it was.

“Why do you want to see Lucille?” he asked.

“It’s a personal matter.” She willed herself to exhale a breath, to calm down. Took another sip to stop her mouth from being so dry.

Quick as flash, he caught hold of the lock of hair curling around her face and gave it a gentle tug. She recoiled, and he smiled, before simply tucking it behind her ear in a caress of warm fingers. “The colour suits you,” he said.

She swallowed hard, stomach flipping out. What the hell was that supposed to mean? She set her champagne glass down on the table to free her hands, back pressed against the kitchen counter.

The next second, footsteps sounded on the stairs. The next second, Lucille fluttered into the kitchen in a white dress, bare-foot and fey, with shorter hair than Diana remembered. “Do you know-”

She stopped dead. Her gaze flicked between them, without a smile.

“Diana’s here,” Tristan said. “Drink?” He held out the champagne flute. Lucille took it, knocked it back, and advanced forward with her stare fixed intent on Diana’s face.

Tristan stepped out of the way.

“What’s happened?” Lucille demanded. “Are you alright?” Concerned.

Diana swallowed. She glanced at Tristan, watching them both with the same continuous and open curiosity, and Lucille seized hold of her jaw.

“Diana.” Dangerous.

“Lucille!” she hissed. The panic swelled – Tristan was standing right there! How could she possibly talk about it? Ask? Do anything?

I need you to fix this for me one more time, I need you on my side, I need you.

Lucille stared at her, and raised a delicate brow.

“I’ll do anything, please,” Diana said.

Those had always been the magic words.

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And Stiles Makes Four #4

Summary: Besides Dean, Sam, & Adam, what if John Winchester fathered another child?
Characters: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Alison Argent, Chris Argent
Word Count: 1,599
Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, some angst

Author’s Note:  Miss the beginning?

Originally posted by dylanobriengirl

Sitting on the front steps, Stiles chewed on his fingernails while watching Dean and Sam rifle through the trunk of their car. His left leg was bouncing erratically, and if Scott were sitting there with him, he’d have threatened to cut off Stiles’ offending appendage.

He had been sitting there, watching his older half-brothers, trying to appear as if he were outside enjoying the weather for almost an hour.

How the hell was he supposed to do this without letting it slip that, yes, his best friend was a werewolf? If he did let it slip, they’d shoot Scott, put him down like a rabid dog. Werewolf, yes. Rabid dog, no. That would be the asshole that bit Scott.

Furrows knitted together, he remembered they had said something about talking to Alison’s dad. Maybe she could get her dad to spill the beans. Hunters like to share information with each other right?

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anonymous asked:

I know you've jumped ahead with the ageReversal stories, but could you reel back and maybe show the clones (and probably Jedi) reacting to their very young commander going through puberty? Voice breaking, growth spurts, bottomless pit appetite? I feel like Kix would be Vigilant about that last especially, considering their struggles with feeding Obi-Wan.

SQUEAKING in shock, Obi-Wan stared at Fives who was holding something in his hands as Obi-Wan kept his hands over the open v of his tunic. “W-why did you do that Fives!?” He yelped, voice cracking in the middle.

The trooper continued staring at what he had picked and then slowly looked at Obi-Wan. “You have a chest hair.” He announced to the salle at large to scattered coughs and sniggers.

Obi-Wan turned bright red, clashing horribly with his hair as the fifteen year old stared at the vod. “I ha-of course I have chest hairs!” He squeaked. “I’m fifteen standards!”

“So? Doesn’t mean you have to grow chest hairs, I know you’ve been sounding like a punctured helium balloon for a year bit this is new.” Fives summed up. “This is like a real step of becoming an adult, chest hairs. Actually hair everywhere.” He eyed Obi-Wan with a speculative look.

The turned him eight shades of red.

Clapping his hands down on Obi-Wan’s shoulders, Anakin gave Fives a long look before sniggering. “You only just noticed?”

“He’s still little!” Fives waved at Obi-Wan, pouting a bit.

“He’s grown almost ten cms this year alone.” The knight laughed, rubbing Obi-Wan’s shoulders in support. “You know there’s a reason Kix keeps making you all carry around his favorite snacks right now right?” The blond grinned before picking a mealbar of his belt and handing it to Obi-Wan.

The padawan sulked but unwrapped it and started to nibble, giving a small glare to his fellow padawans who were listening in while grinning at the embarrassed redhead.

“…I thought that was jut Kix being Kix.” Fives shrugged.

“Nooo its because Obi-Wan here is a black hole and any food near his mouth does not escape.” Anakin teased his padawan.

“Harkharkhark Panakin. I’ll have you know that I am in the right range for a teen my age, you’re the one Padme wants to put on a diet.” Obi-Wan huffed and then took a big bite out his mealbar with a small smirk.

Raising a brow, Anakin adopted his own smirk. “Uhu and lets not talk about the sheets you are currently washing yourself, hmm?” The blond whispered and Obi-Wan choked on his mealbar. “Though I’m sure the duchess would be flattered by such attention.” He continued teasing even as he patted the other on the back to help lodge up the piece of food that was stuck in Obi-Wan’s mouth.

Gasping for air as he managed to clear it out, Obi-Wan whined in embarrassment. “Can we PLEASE go back to sparring?” He requested almost desperately.

Laughing, Anakin nodded and waved Fives back to the spectators stands, the trooper joining several of his vods who were there to watch their own Jedi.

“Cheap shot Panakin.” Obi-Wan finally offered even as he tucked the half eaten bar into his belt.

“Oh I know, that’s why I did it.” The blond chuckled before gesturing for Obi-Wan to take position. “Now get you clumsy thing, we need to get you used to your growing body.” He teased.

Sulking a bit, Obi-Wan did as told, muttering and flushing darkly even as he rubbed the spot where Fives had pulled out the chest hair he had grown.

Force blasted, how had he ended up with so many brothers!?

anonymous asked:

Sheith prompt with them both sneaking around the ship to find time alone to cuddle or something (thinking they're alone, but then someone accidentally oversees them/walks in on them)

“Okay, this is a new one.” Shiro admitted, repositioning his legs so that Keith had room to lay between them.

“Shh,” Keith covered Shiro’s mouth with his fingertips. Despite there being only seven or so people on the ship at any given moment, there sure were very few places to sneak away for privacy. They couldn’t go to their quarters; Hunk and Lance were much too nosy and would see them go in together. Allura and Coran were always busy doing something in one of the control rooms. Hunk and Pidge liked to hang out in the Lion hangars.

That left them this cabinet in the kitchen. It was dark, quiet, and just big enough to house the Black and Red Paladins.

Shiro kissed the fingers pressed to his lips and pulled Keith higher up on his chest. “Here we go. Comfy.”

It wasn’t comfy, but at least he had Keith. He could feel his heart beating against his own chest, his smell, the sound of his quiet breathing. He wouldn’t trade this cupboard for anything.

Keith shifted upward to replace his fingers with lips. He kissed Shiro, fingers quickly finding their home in his white bangs. Shiro closed his eyes as he reached up to hold his head. His thumbs braced Keith’s jaw as he moved his lips along with the other’s. When they parted, Keith braced his hand on the back of the cupboard. It was starting to get hot, but they were far from done. Shiro tugged away Keith’s jacket, pushing it down his shoulders as much as he could as he delivered small kisses down Keith’s neck. Keith let out a grunt of pleasure as he helped Shiro get his jacket off. Once it was gone, Keith just about plopped on Shiro’s chest. He nuzzled his cheek into his pecks and let out a content sigh. Shiro nosed into his dark hair and smiled, lifting his hand to tangle his fingers in Keith’s curls.

Next came round two. Keith ground against Shiro briefly, but stopped himself before getting carried away. They didn’t have time or room for that now. Instead, Keith leaned up and pushed away the collar of Shiro’s vest so he could gently bite at his neck. He made a seal with his lips and sucked in, leaving a rosy welt under the skin-tight cuff of Shiro’s undershirt. Shiro let out an obedient moan as he allowed the Red Paladin to mark him. Shiro may have lead Voltron, but he knew Keith lead his ass.

“Oh here you are.” Hunk’s voice interrupted them as light flooded the cupboard while the small door opened.

There was a loud curse as Keith’s head bounced off the top of the cupboard. Shiro automatically reached up to cradle his companion’s head as he turned a surprised frown at Hunk as he stared undaunted at the duo.

“Hey guys, when you’re done, Allura has some tactical stuff to talk about on deck.” Hunk explained, jutting a thumb toward the door.

Shiro responded with a bewildered nod. Hunk nodded back and gave them a thumbs up before closing the door.

Chapter 1

Artist/Person : Lee GwangMin

Group/Crew : Yelows Mob

Genre : Angst/Smut

Word Count : 1096

Requested: No

Chest pressed against the cherry wood desk, hands gripped behind my back in a strong hand as I whimpered out. He thrusted into me hard and fast, eyes watching as my ass moved every time it came in contact with his hips. I bit my lip, holding my moan as my eyes rolled back and I came, clenching around him tightly as he went harder. “Shit…do that again, Princess. Clench around Daddy again.” He grunted out, his free hand slapping my ass as I clenched myself again. He groaned, grabbing the thick flesh and kneading it in his hands. Then he stilled, tensing as his hot seed spurted into the silicone that covered his length. Finally, he relaxed and slipped out. A whine leaving my lips as the full feeling went away.

“Get dressed.” He breathed, as he tied the condom to discard before sliding his boxers and slacks back up onto his hips. As he fixed himself up, I redressed myself in my knee-length, high-waisted pencil skirt and tucked my dress shirt into it. I walked next to him, staring in the mirror as I fixed my hair. “What do you want me to do about your 3 o’clock appointment, Mr. Lee?” I spoke softly, face straight as we watched each other in the reflective glass. “Reschedule it for me. I don’t feel like dealing with CEO- what’s his name again?” He furrowed his eyebrows before raising one. “Mr. Gordean, CEO of Gordean Corp., Mr. Lee.” I stated, turning to him as I reached over wiped some access lipstick from his jaw. “Yeah, him. I don’t feel like dealing with him right now. He’s been trying to buy one of my branch businesses for months.” He tightened his tie before stuffing his hands into his pants pockets. He smirked at me as I grabbed my folders and notepad, pushing my pen behind my ear. I turned back around just as he got in front of me and leaned down to peck my lips. “Now, get back to work, Princess.” I chuckled, nodding but not moving from my spot as I brushed my lips against his.

I was sitting at my desk, typing quickly on the computer keyboard on an assignment that needed to be done soon, when a call came in on my phone. My hand automatically picked it up and put it to my ear. “Hello, thank you for calling into Martoorel Industries. This is Y/N, how may help you?” I spoke in a sweet voice, a smile on my face as I reached over for my notepad and pen. “Yes, is Mr. Gwangmin Lee in today?” A soft woman’s voice spoke into the receiver. “Yes, he is. May I ask who is speaking and what you need?” I stated, scribbling onto the paper. “Alright, I’ll let him and get back to you in a second, Miss Greene.” I quickly clicked over. “Mr. Lee, there is a Miss Angela Greene on line 2 for you.” I spoke, voice blank with emotion. I knew who she was, it was ex-fiancé. He’d come in complaining about her to me every morning for months until he finally ended the arranged engagement. A heavy sigh came from the other end. “Send her up.” Was all his rough voice said, his tone obviously irritated as he grumbled after words. I chuckled before clicking back over. “Yes, he will see you now.” “Mhm. And which floor do I go to?” “You want to go all the way up to 24th floor, the last one.” I heard her hum before hanging up, making me roll my eyes and chuckle. “She’s a pain in my ass.” I jumped at Gwangmin’s deep voice, my head snapping up to him and my hand flying up to rest against my chest over my heart. A smile was playing on his lips as he leaned against the large desk. “Damnit, you scared me half to death.” I pouted, my bottom lip jutting out playfully. “Sorry, Princess.” He patted my head, twirling a straightened strand around his index finger after as he stared at it. His eyes finally moved back to my face. “I wanted to tell you that lunch was great, and thank you for it. And for breakfast. Hopefully I can treat you to dinner?” He smirked, letting the strands of hair fall from his finger. “I wouldn’t mind it…Dessert, too?” I rose an eyebrow, making him laugh out. “Are you talking about dinner dinner?” I laughed as he shook his head, making me gasp. “Take me to dinner, and I’ll think about having dessert with you.” I smiled. At that, the ding from the elevator sounded. I pulled away, watching as an average height, petite, olive toned girl walked out of it. Her smile was arrogant, her blonde hair swaying as she walked through the opened door. “Angela, nice to see you again.” He stated, voice just as blank and bored sounding as his face looked. “Gwangmin.” The white woman muttered, stopping in front of him as she waited for him to lead her to his office.

Hours later, she was still in there. And I would have been worried if I hadn’t heard them yelling at each other, mostly her yelling at him about how she could end him. But, then it went quiet and then I did get worried. I stood from my chair and went to large door, knocking on it gently. “Mr. Lee, Miss Greene, is everything okay in there?” I spoke just loud enough for them to hear me through the thick door. Just then, the door was yanked open and the woman stormed out. Tears were running down her cheeks as she got into the elevator. I turned back to look into the room, catching sight of Gwangmin leaning back against his desk. His fingers were pinching his nose bridge. I walked in, going over to stand in front of him. My hand reached up to brush against his cheek. “You okay, love?” I spoke gently, smiling softly as he opened his eyes to look at me. “You get off in 10 minutes. Make sure you get really pretty tonight, and wear that dress I like. I’m picking you up half past eight.” His voice was stern, yet it had a tenderness to it. I nodded as he leaned down to connect our lips, his arms encircling my waist. “I love you, Princess.” He murmured, making me smile as I muttered it back. His hold on me tightened as pulled me closer to his body, between his legs.

GOT7 reaction to not knowing if their crush likes them back.

Anonymous said to reactionsthatigot-7:

What would they do if they aren´t sure if their crush likes them back? Thank you!

ok this is more of a what would they do, rather than a reaction, so the gifs might not match, but i really want to do this one :P
thanks for the interesting request ^_^ 
I hope you like it
**Also if any of you have sold anything on tumblr please contact me ^_^ 
~Ahgase Omma

you’d be the recipient of those rare heart melting smiles. he’d look you in the eyes as you talked to you smiling more than normal

he’d be a bit more obvious, actively flirting with you, but with subtle flirting,  smiling, laughing and with winking being the max, he wants to let you know but still wants act cool about it.

he’d but jut as hyper, so it’d be hard to tell, but he would hang around you more often, standing by your side. he’d laugh at someone else’s joke, but look at you to see if you laughed too, cis he loves your laugh

its be hard to tell, but with him its all about the eye contact. he could be talking to someone else, but casually look to you, to see if your interested in the topic. 

the main thing would be him laughing more with you, its be hard going, as it might seem as though he’s laughing at you, but he’s really not. he wants to show that he's comfortable and happy around you.

he’d be more inclined to actively flirt with you, but with a cool twist, probably trying to channel some of his hyungs skills. he’d focus on looking at your face, with the classic of swapping between looking at your eyes then your lips and back again

the most nonchalant flirting but it is active flirting, where he jokes more and hangs on your every word, standing close, but when you notice he likes to be further away. 

Gifs are not my own

Sorry the Riker picture isn’t very clear 😂 just so you can get an image of what they look like!

****Imagine your favorite character keeping a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans of pleasure while they fuck you or go down on you because your friends/family are in the room just around the corner.****

So it was game night at the Lynch house and my boyfriend Riker and I were getting a little bored. We loved the card games, the dance and video games but now it got to board games we got tired. Sitting around the dining table, the family including Ell, Sav and Brandon and Alexa were taking part in Monopoly. I sat next to Riker at the head if the table, and my head slumped against his shoulder. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of taking him into another room and doing him against the wall. Of course, with his family being right here, that couldnt happen.

But it wouldn’t stop me having a little fun right? Slowly trailing my right hand along Rikers left thigh, I reached his zipper on his jeans and looked up at him, desperate to see his reaction. All he did however, was look down at my hand, look at my face and then back at the game. Ha, okay. Let’s step it up a notch.

I leant back in the chair, making sure everybody’s attention was on the board game. Lifting my hips I pulled my boy short panties down from under my skater dress and took them off. Riker was still watching the game, suddenly rolling the dice for us. We only moved two spaces and ended up paying rent to Ryland. Riker just sighed and looked at me, his eyes widening when he saw my panties in my hand. I could only smile at him, but I thought I’d hand them to him under the table. He stuffed them into his pocket and gave me a deep kiss pulling back when Rydel cleared her throat. “Excuse me lovers, we have a game to play. Please refrain from playing tonsil tennis at the table.” I just laughed but Riker had a straight face.

“(Y/N), what do you think you’re doing?! My parents are right across the table!” He whispered into my ear, a little desperation in his voice. “I really want you Riker, but it’s not like we can go in another room and fuck is it?” I replied, kissing his cheek and leaning back again. He just bit his lip and stared at me, not knowing what to do.

But five words were whispered into my ear that changed the tension between us. “Touch yourself for me baby.”
“Riker! I’m not getting myself of in front of your family!”
“Fine. I’ll do it then.”

I couldn’t believe it. Yes I had some sexual frustration building up inside me, but Riker getting me off in front of his whole family wasn’t my idea of release. My thoughts were haltered when Rikers left hand trailed along the inside of my thighs and spread my legs. I just coughed a little and opened them wide enough for him to pleasure me. In the corner of my eye I could see him smirking but still watching everyone playing the stupid fucking game. My concentration was getting more and more limited while his fingers ran up and down my slit, gathering wetness and spreading it around over my lips.

Rubbing anti-clockwise circles on my clit, Riker sat up and grabbed the dice and threw our turn. I got nervous as soon as I made eye contact with Ross, a puzzled look upon his face as he looked at Rikers arm. “What is he doing?” He mouthed to me.
“Nothing.” I mouthed back.
His eyes widened and he gulped as soon as he realised what was happening. It was his turn and he kept his eyes on me and Rikers arm whilst he rolled the dice. One fell to the ground, and he just groaned and went under the table to fetch it.

Riker smiled and rubbed faster, bringing me right to the edge. I couldn’t move or make any noise but my thighs clenched together around his hand, his actions not stopping. The table moved a little as Ross bumped his head, rising from underneath with a pink blush spread across his cheeks. He just cleared his throat and moved his piece along the board, not making eye contact with anyone. “Ross saw everything you know that!?” I whisper-screamed into Rikers ear, my legs shaking a little while I sat up. “Mhmm.” He replied, taking his fingers and bringing them to his lips, making sure Ross could see what he was doing. Ross just gulped again and his hands started to shake a little.

“Guys, I’m really tired. Should we stop this now?” Ross spoke up, looking at me and Riker then at the rest of the family. A few nods and some agreements came from the guys and we ended up packing the game away and saying our good nights.
I headed into the kitchen to get a glass of water and sat up on the breakfast counter. “That was so hot (Y/N).” Turning my head I saw Riker walking in shirtless, running his hand through his hair. “Thank you. Come here please.”

He stood in between my legs and pulled me right to the edge of the counter. “You were such a good girl being quiet for me like that. You’re going to be quiet again for me okay?” His lips ghosted over my ear and began leaving slow kisses down to my shoulder, fingertips gently pulling my straps down. He was serious about this, Riker was actually going to fuck me in the middle of the kitchen of his family home.

As soon as the straps were just below my bra, a cough came from the doorway. I jumped and covered myself, turning around to see Ross with his hands in his pockets. “I just needed a drink.”
“Get one then.” Ah brotherly love. There was a hint of anger in Rikers voice, evidently mad that his little brother interrupted. “Sanitize after, you dirty bastards.” He just giggled and left, his left eye dropping into a wink before walking away.

“He’s gone Riker. Look at me.” I tried to calm him down a little, I didn’t understand why he was getting so mad. “He fucking wants you (Y/N) I can see it in his face.”
I just snorted and pulled his face close to mine. “Well he’s not the one that’s going to be bending me over and fucking me in this kitchen is he?” “Oh fuck I love you.”

Our lips smashed together and our tongues rubbed against the other, savouring the taste of each other’s mouths. Riker hitched my dress up and bunched it around my waist, unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down around his ankles. I jumped down off of the counter, and felt Riker push me to face the other way, pushing my top half down onto the surface. Gripping my hips he pulled me in line with his cock, rubbing it up and down my slit and letting out a moan at how wet I was.

“Jesus baby you’re dripping. Something about being in public turns you on huh?”
I couldn’t speak, I was too caught up in pleasure and fear that we could possibly get caught. “Talk to me baby.” I just let out a moan and nodded at him. “Yes Riker, oh my god. Please just fuck me already, please.” My body started to ache with need and I jutted my hips forward, feeling him slip inside me filling me to the hilt. A loud moan left my mouth and Rikers hand traveled to it keeping me quiet.

“You gotta be quiet for me baby.
You feel so warm around me (y/n), so tight, it’s so fucking good.” I nodded and he pulled his hand away, grabbing my hair and pulling me up. He pulled out and spun me around, lifting me back onto the counter, I knew he did it because he likes eye contact and watching my face when I cum.
“Oh Riker, I fucking love it when you talk to me like this. Please don’t stop.”

His words got filthier as his thrusts got deeper. The pace stayed the same, deep and hard and not too fast. “You’re so dirty for me (y/n), making me finger fuck you in front of my family. You liked it huh?” He said, growling. “Mhmm, it felt so good, I love it when you make me cum. Oh my god, Riker please, don’t stop please don’t stop!” With one arm wrapped around my waist and a hand in my hair, he pushed his lips on mine whilst we came, knowing if he hadn’t, I would’ve screamed the house down.

Slowing his hip motions down, he pulled out and hoisted his jeans up. “Stay there.” My mouth just opened and closed like a goldfish while I pulled my dress back to normal and sat on the top, still coming down from my orgasm a little. Faint whispers could be heard from outside the kitchen and I would have been so embarrassed if the family walked in and knew what had just happened.

But Riker just walked in, in sweats this time. Followed by Ross. Ross was simply in his pink striped boxers and a shirt and was smiling in a devious way. Riker pushed him towards me and he stumbled a little but stood in front of me. “Riker said I could do this.” “Do wha-”
He kissed me. Full on tongues and everything. I didn’t know how to react so I just pushed him back and kept my hands on his shoulders, looking straight at Riker. He was leant against the fridge, his mouth pursed together and his eyebrows raised. “Really? Why?” I asked, really confused as to what was happening. “Look at his raging fucking hard on for you, that’s why. He was being a pervert and he saw us. So I agreed to let him have you just this once. Y'all have fun now.” Riker just smiled at me, gave a glare to Ross as if to say be careful and threw him a condom. “I love you (y/n.”

Okay. So here I was, legs spread with my boyfriends younger brother in between them. “I’ve needed this for a long time okay. I’m sorry. You’re just so ho-”
My hand pressed against his mouth and I jumped off the counter, sinking down to my knees. “Be quiet for me Ross, and I’ll make it worth your while.” Ross bit his lip and nodded.

I pulled his hard length from his boxers and jacked it off for a little while, running my thumb over the sensitive tip before replacing my thumb with my tongue. He jerked his hips forward and let out a small groan. So I stopped and sat back on my heels. “I said be quiet Ross. Make one more noise and I’ll leave.” His face turned into a desperate expression and I felt kinda bad for him. So I gave him the best head of his life. Just before he came however, I stood and like his brother, he towered over me. I looked up into his eyes and stood on my tippy toes, our mouths about an inch apart.

“So are you gonna fuck me or what?”
“Heck yeah.”

Ross grabbed the condom from the table top and slid it on. Then he gripped the back of my thighs and lifted my legs around his waist. He pushed me against the wall and naturally my dress had ridden up just enough for him to push straight inside.
“Holy shit. Oh my god you’re perfect.”
“Thanks Ross, I won’t lie you’re not so bad yourself.” He chuckled and blushed, so I kissed him really slowly and let him savour the moment. I gently slid my tongue inside his mouth and smiled into the kiss when he reciprocated. “Move Ross.”
He was shocked I think, hence why he stilled inside of me. But then he began to thrust and hit my g-spot perfectly. Talented and young, Ross was lucky and he was so gonna get girls in the future with his little smirk and his massive cock.

“Cum for me Ross. Give it to me like you’ve always wanted to. Come on I wanna feel it baby.” I encouraged him, watching his face screw up in concentration and his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “But - I, I haven’t ma-made you cum yet.” He stuttered, one of his hands dropping down my body and rubbing at my nub. “oh god Ross. Baby, I already came twice tonight. I’m too sensitive it’s okay. You cum.”

He just moaned and whimpered a little, signalling he was close. I pushed him away and jumped down to my knees, gripping his cock in my hands and pulling the condom off, kitten licking the tip before sucking him all in down my throat. “Ugh fuck yes. I’m gonna cum (y/n). Oh my god I’m gonna cum.”

I pulled my head away, and jerked him off, watching as he threw his head back and moaned. Hot spurts of cum landed across my chest and he looked down and breathed out a moan. “Fucking hell (y/n). Thank you so much baby. You’re so perfect.”

“It’s okay Ross. I’d say anytime but Riker has a little ban on sharing me.”
Ross laughed and tucked himself back into his boxers, admiring me from afar whilst I pulled my dress down and grabbing some kitchen tissue. Wiping the liquids from my chest, I pulled my straps up and grabbed two bottles of water, chucking one to Ross. I walked back to him and looked up into his eyes, his eyes watching my lips as they grew closer to his. But just before they could touch-

“What the hell are you two doing down here?!?!”
Ross nearly jumped a foot in the air when Rydel whisper-shouted from the doorway.
“I was just getting some water and Advil for Ross, he came down with a major headache and was moaning about it.” I rolled my eyes and handed some painkillers to Ross, giving him the face to just go along with it.
“Yeah, it actually hurts so bad.”
“Well hurry up and go to bed guys, it’s 3am.”
Rydel jogged upstairs and as soon as I heard the bedroom door close, I let out a breath of relief. Riker walked in with an empty bottle.

“How was it?” He asked Ross, walking past him and filling up his bottle. “Man, it was awesome, she feels so good, oh my god like, she gives head-”
“Yeah okay Ross, he gets it.” Riker took a sip of his water and grabbed me from behind, placing a cold and wet kiss to my shoulder. “Cool.”
Ross just had a massive grin on his face while he thanked me and Riker. I just giggled at his stuttering and his excitement, and Riker slapped my butt, making me shut up straight away.
“Same time tomorrow?” Riker asked Ross.


SHINee As Yanderes

Okay you guys! So alot of you have requested what the boys of Shinee would be like as Yanderes, so here it finally is!! :-)

For those of you who are new to this series, you’re probably asking yourself “What’s a Yandere?” 
To make things short a yandere is a character (originated from the anime community) who is obsessed with the main character. They see it as love and lust but it can sometimes get out of hand. They are usually seen as overly possessive, protective, and clingy. The thing they hate the most is to see their loved one hurt or being chased by other love interest. Usually when that happens they will do all they can to get rid of them. They do all they can do make the M/C happy, even if it means hurting others for you, including themselves. 

WARNING* Violence and strong language ahead, also those of you that are uncomfortable with stalkers, violence, and obsession please refrain from reading. We never want to hurt any of you with our writing :-(

Taemin: The Shining Prince

You brought out the best of him whenever he was around you. He had to look sharp yet talk and act gentle. Alot of people had wanted to be around him, but the only person that he wanted to be around was you. You brought a smile to his face everytime that you walked past him. His favorite thing to do was sit with you, while he listened to all you had to say. He adored the sound of your voice and when your smile lit up with every word you spoke. He thought you were the most perfect person ever, and wanted to be the same for you, thinking that you only deserved the best so he did all he could to be that for you.

“Ahhh you’re so beautiful Y/N. I could stare into those beautiful warm eyes forever.”

Originally posted by littleprinceu

In Yandere mode: The one thing that he didn’t appreciate was when other men tried whisking you away from him. He hated it the most whenever your attention was on someone else besides him and he grew annoyed by the minute. If he saw someone approach you he wouldn’t move in right away, in fear of making you upset with him for jumping to conclusions, and would sit there, watching the scene unfold before him. He would bite his tongue until he could taste the metallic taste of blood. He was beyond upset but shoved away all his anger, saving it for later when he caught up with the man that tried to steal you away.

“It annoys the hell out of me when other men try to take my princess. She’s too good for any of them.”

Originally posted by moonlightscenarios-blog

Jonghyun: The Secret Sweetheart

He knew he was head over heels for you, but never really did admit it out in the open. He was so in love with you that he was always anxious when you came around him,that he put up front, acting cool and cocky. Of course this made you roll your eyes, thinking there was no way he would ever be serious, especially when it came to the word love. But the minute that you walked away, he would heave a huge sigh, slamming his face into his hands and scold himself, thinking how could he be so dumb for his choice of words, pushing you more away from him. He hated putting up with this act, but he feared that if he did confess his true feelings, you wouldn’t feel the same or worse, distant yourself from him. And that was one thing he knew would make him go insane.

“So stupid! I don’t know why I can’t just tell her how much I love her already..She makes me so nervous.”

Originally posted by herewegobebe

In Yandere Mode: The only time he did show his true feelings without a care was during the more unfortunate times. Yes, at first you did think he was cold or too playful, but whenever someone bothered you, he was there by your side, protecting you in the blink of an eye. There were times that other people had gotten in your way to tease you or cause you trouble, but he would step in front of you. And the next thing you knew, that person was knocked to the ground with a hard thud and a bleeding nose. He wouldn’t tolerate others hurting you and making you sad or upset. You smile was his favorite thing that his eyes ever came across so he wanted to make sure you kept on doing so. He would take out any one that tried to take that away.

“Don’t ever talk down to Y/N like that again, and I swear if you ever touch her,I’m going to finish breaking the rest of your face.”

Originally posted by ablazedays

Minho: The Dangerous Boy Next Door

He hardly talked to anyone but you. Of course others wanted to get in on his world because of how mysterious and handsome he was, but he didn’t let anyone else in except for you. He didn’t mind it if he hardly had any friends, because as long as he had you he was happy beyond words. To you he seemed like the most perfect man. He was smart helping you study for exams and helping you with your homework, he was funny, a great listener, and kind. Most of his days were spent at you house hanging out with you, or with your family even if you two weren’t dating. He was like a longtime bestfriend of yours. Overall he was charming as can be.

“I really love yo- I mean spending time with you *chuckles* I hope you feel the same too?”

Originally posted by oppasofkpop

In Yandere mode: Being hot tempered was something that he kept from you. It was something that came easily to him. Especially when other men were around you.He knew that your were desirable but it slowly killed him when other guys were flirty and close with you. He wanted to be the only guy in your life. Not wanting to scared you into thinking that he was insane he would take most of his anger out at home,throwing things around, smashing his fists against the wall until they became black and blue. Now if someone touched you intimately in front of him he would lose it, grabbing the other man by his shirt and puling him up off of his feet, letting him know that you were his and there was no room for any other man in your life.

“Y/N is mine! I won’t let you or anyone else to have her!”

Originally posted by myfairytae

Onew: Innocent yet Surprisingly Dominant 

Just like Minho he hardly talked to anyone except for you. You were his ray of sunshine and always made him smile or blush. The way he acted around you made you giggle. He was bashful and shy, constantly giggling and covering his face when you spoke to him. He had his head in the clouds and wore rose colored glasses when it came to you. He was deeply in love with you, he just never knew how to let you know without sounding like a child. He was beyond clingy, linking arms with you, holding your hands, and even sometimes coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, digging his face softly into the crook of your neck or on your back. He wanted to be close to you at all times, but was worried that he would annoy you to the point where you didn’t want to be around him anymore.

“Yahhh~ Don’t look at me like that Y/N! You’re making me blush!!~ I’m just kidding I love it when you look at me.”

Originally posted by 1aeyong

In Yandere mode: When he saw you talking to other people, a wave of disappointment and betrayal would wash over him. He would feel like you had broken his heart right then and there. So many emotions would cross his mind. Angry at the other person who was taking all your attention from him. Hurt by your decision to carry on with the conversation with them. Since he was always happy go lucky around you, he wouldn’t deal with this situation very well. t would be like a light switched was flipped. The minute that you two were alone, he had you pushed up against the wall with your arms pinned high above your head. He made you blush when his warm breath hit your lips and flushed cheeks. He couldn’t help but grin to himself as you squirmed around. 

“That other guy didn’t make you forget my name,did he?Are you thinking of him right now? Don’t worry Y/N. I’ll have you saying my name out loud real soon.”

Originally posted by sirjinki

Key: The Overprotective and Possessive Puppy

If it was one thing that he did it was constantly hover around you. He worried the most about you, afraid that if he wasn’t there next to you, that something bad would happen. There he was grabbing things from higher places so you didn’t fall from the chair you stood on. Carrying the things that seemed too heavy so you would’t strain or hurt yourself. Cooking for you or bringing you take out if you were hungry or have yet to eat. He even went as far as putting a tracking device on your phone so he knew where you were. Although you were creeped out at first by all the gestures he made towards you, you kind of brushed it off after a while. He assured you that he did all of this because of how much he cared and loved you, and that he would lose it, if he lost you.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I know I’m being way too overbearing but I just want you to be safe. I would hate myself if something ever happened to you and would feel like it was my fault. Here in exchange for the tracking device, I’ll give you the password to my phone.”

Originally posted by keybumforme

In Yandere mode: When you talked to other people he became hostile on the spot and you could sense it. You didn’t want him to worry or pout when he saw you with others so you would hangout with people on your own time when he wasn’t around knowing how he got. He would jut out his lip and groan, crossing his arms in front of his chest letting it be known that he didn’t like what you were doing. But when you went out with someone and he found out, all hell would break lose. Forgetting about the tracking device he set on your phone he would follow you and walk up to the you and the stranger that you were laughing with. You waited for him to get annoyed but he became angry instead, shoving the stranger back, before tugging you up out of your seat by your arm. He took you home never uttering a word because he didn’t want to blow up in front of you and he was also too embarrassed for acting the way he did.

“I’m sorry for doing that back there, but you’re my girl and I just can’t stand it when you’re with other guys, especially behind my back…”

Originally posted by thekpopfix

There you go guys~

I really hope you enjoyed it for all you yandere lovers!~

-Admin Bonbori

booyahfordhamlaw  asked:

If you're still suffering through writer's block, I was reminiscing about sick days and how one of my parents would always stay home with me. And it's been awhile since we've heard from Barba and his daughter. 👀

AHHHHHHHH I shot this out on my break at work, thank you for the fun & fluffy lil idea! No edit so, sorry if there’s some errors etc, and it’s not very long.

For anyone unfamiliar with how I write these:
Reader/You are Rafael Barba’s young daughter.

Some other Papi Rafi stories <3.

Originally posted by rundalek

This was going to be the end- you knew it.

Of course, your mami had tried to tell you how you can’t die from a flu, but what did she know? The fact she even felt it necessary to bring it up, when all you had done was lament about your sore chest and throat- well, there had to be something to that, right? Honestly, you hadn’t even considered the fact that people die from being ill… But, now, you thought you could ‘see the light’ the older ladies talked about on your Abuela’s soap operas.

“Teddy, I love you,” you pulled him closer to your chest, just before burying your face into his fuzz so you could let out the coughing fit stuck in your throat. “If I don’t ever ever get better, I’ll make sure you go somewhere so nice.”

Only a few minutes later, your papi arrived at your bedroom door. Rafael waltzed in with a smile, while carrying a tray out before him. Delicately, he set the tray on the edge of your bed, and went to turn off the baby monitor that had been put in your room. “Princesa, you’re going to get better.”

It really was never much use arguing with your papi, so for the sake of your burning throat, you didn’t even try. “Papi, just in case, will you make sure Teddy-” coughs caught your chest, and Rafael eagerly dropped to his knees alongside your mattress. “Will you make sure Teddy gets taken care’of?”

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Part 9 is here, you’re welcome !!!

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Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Angst

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The bed was empty when you finally awoke again; your headache had subsided but the sour taste of regret still lingered on your tongue. You stretched and left the warm duvet, grabbing a towel and some clean clothes. A shower was the best medicine, you thought. You let the warm water run over your body, lathering the soap and rinsing. You dressed yourself and brushed through your hair. You were dreading having to speak to Hoseok about what happened last night, but right now all you wanted to do was patch things up with Y/F/N. You felt that you had put your new friends in an uncomfortable position and you didn’t want to impose any longer.

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